Infernal Purgatory (Female Marshal's Road to Prison)

"Mom, are you... are you really decided?" Seated was a tall, mature woman with striking, sharp ear-length hair that looked incredibly neat. Her features were sculpted with sharp definition, her slender eyebrows held a hint of sharpness, beneath which lay a pair of bright, soulful eyes. Her high-bridged nose and full lips added a touch of sensual allure to her appearance. Her name was Li Xixing, one of the executioners of G Nation's Hellbound Prison, and its foremost master. Her status was second only to the Goddess of Justice, making her second-in-command, above all others. Li Xixing held a mug of hot milk in one hand, her gaze fixed blankly on the tabletop. Her erect, elegant back rested against the chair, a picture of quiet contemplation. A few seconds later, Li Xixing heard footsteps and turned her head towards the kitchen. Within her line of sight, a pair of voluptuous curves encased in tight pants suddenly appeared. She wore brown knee-high boots, the narrow leg openings tucked into them. Her upper body was clad in a high-necked trench coat, with a white undershirt beneath. Her mature, wife-like figure, even beneath the modest clothing, exuded charm, her posture graceful and alluring. She appeared to be a woman in her early thirties, around 172 cm tall. Her raven-black hair, like a waterfall, was styled up with an exquisite hairpin. Her skin was fair and luminous, her features bright and dignified. Her beautiful eyes were long and round, with slightly upturned outer corners. Her eyebrows were long and straight, her nose delicate and refined, and her fiery red lips were full and plump, exquisite as if carved. The mature woman placed the breakfast she was carrying in front of the tall, mature woman's table, then pulled out the chair beside her and sat down. This full-figured, sexy mature woman was Li Xixing's mother, the current Supreme Commander-Marshal of G Nation, Li Chunguang. She should have been at an age for domesticity, but due to G Nation's crisis, she had fearlessly plunged into war. After years of fighting, she had become G Nation's unparalleled supreme power, deeply loved by its people, revered like a deity. "Xixing, the war between the two nations has ended, and we have entered an era of peaceful unification. It's a time of rebuilding. All warriors who participated in the war must undergo the scrutiny of the Mirror of Retribution. Even though I hold the rank of Marshal, I am no exception. It is time for my judgment!" Li Chunguang's clear, dark eyes rested on her daughter. She wore the formal uniform of the Hellbound Prison, the hem of her uniform shirt tucked into her skirt waistband, the form-fitting uniform accentuating her slender waist. Her legs, comparable to a supermodel's, were crossed and angled, clad in sheer nude stockings, and she wore black stiletto heels. Without makeup or jewelry, her aura of authority was tinged with a hint of intellect and competence. Seeing this, Li Chunguang's bright face broke into a smile of relief. Her daughter had grown up.

Despite her esteemed position as a high-ranking marshal, wielding immense power and standing second only to the emperor, she knew little about the "Endless Prison" conjured by the goddess of justice. This very gap in her knowledge emboldened Li Chunguang to walk willingly into the trap, into this lawless abyss. In her understanding, the Endless Prison was merely a holding place for the strong, where she might endure some daily punishments and treatments. She believed her years of resilience and indomitable spirit would allow her to adapt and persevere. Little did she know that everything here far surpassed her imagination in its cruelty. "This is a restraint titanium collar. It restricts the flow of martial energy within a warrior. However, for a first-rank individual, it requires... it requires you, you slut, to completely abandon resistance, allowing it to exert its full effect to suppress you." Li Xixing retrieved a titanium alloy collar from a cabinet and approached Li Chunguang, her tone dripping with sarcastic mockery. She was displeased by her mother's arrogance, yet she explained the function of the prisoner's gear, intending to shatter her naive courage. During her explanation, she almost blurted out "mother" but managed to catch herself in time. Li Xixing's well-intentioned warning was once again met with Li Chunguang's defiance. She confidently lifted her swan-like, fair neck, her full, ample breasts swaying proudly at that moment, as if in a challenge. Her voice was calm, "My lord, this humble criminal is ready. Please, my lord, adorn me with it. This humble criminal will not resist in the slightest." Li Xixing raised an eyebrow. She had seen countless slaves, but never had one dared to be so audacious. It was only out of consideration for her mother's recent arrival that she let out a cold snort, placing the collar on Li Chunguang's nape. Then, she clasped her hands together with force. With a "click," the collar snapped shut, fitting perfectly around Li Chunguang's fair neck. It added a hint of lewd sheen to her captivating and heroic female form. Simultaneously, Li Chunguang felt a chill on her neck. The moment the collar locked, a suffocating pressure descended upon her. The formidable power she possessed from her advanced cultivation was being eroded, gradually dissipating. This process of losing power caused Li Chunguang's expression to change drastically. A strong sense of disorientation washed over her mind. She clenched and unclenched her fists several times before suppressing the urge to resist. By the time the collar had fully exerted its suppression, Li Chunguang's back was covered in a cold sweat, and goosebumps prickled her kneeling thighs. Fortunately, the process was not prolonged. Li Chunguang easily suppressed the impulse to resist. It was important to remember that with her current extraordinary cultivation, even a casual movement or exertion of internal energy, a simple struggle, would generate immense pressure and destruction. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it earth-shattering. Even Li Xixing, a first-rank individual, would find it difficult to withstand, and a single misstep could lead to her demise. "Not bad," Li Xixing nodded impassively, acknowledging her mother's compliance. Then, her tone shifted, "But what comes next will not be so simple. I will brand the character 'Guilty' onto your forehead, and tattoo your prisoner number onto your chest and buttocks. From this moment on, you will no longer have a name; you will only be referred to by your prisoner number." "Finally, I will also brand your face and the soles of your feet with your respective slave marks, ensuring you never forget your identity." Her voice was calm, carrying a detached, cold indifference. Coupled with her heroic appearance, it exuded an aura of righteous majesty. Under the oppressive weight of this authority, Li Chunguang couldn't help but feel a sense of insignificance and weakness, as if she were truly a heinous criminal, unable to muster any thought of resistance.

Sure enough, Li Xixing took out a pair of shackles and skillfully locked them onto her mother's ankles. A 1.5-meter metal rod connected the shackles, preventing her legs from being brought together once locked. "Click~" A sound echoed. After her ankles were shackled, Li Chunguang felt the weight of her upper body pressing down on her chest, as her legs were forced wider apart by the restraints. Her already exposed cunt parted slightly upwards, and her sensitive clit seemed unaccustomed to the cool sensation of being shaved. With every opening and closing, she could feel a cool breeze entering, which was incredibly shameful. "Bring your hands behind you!" her daughter's indifferent voice came from behind. Li Chunguang hesitated for a moment before obediently placing her hands behind her back. She felt a chill on her wrists, followed by a tightening. The cold, metallic feel of the handcuffs dug deeply into her flesh, causing her fair, jade-like hands to ache. But this was clearly not the end. Li Xixing was well aware of her mother's formidable strength. A single pair of handcuffs would be insufficient to restrain her. The next steps would be extremely humiliating, and the process could not be interrupted. What if her mother couldn't bear it and lashed out during the process? No one would be able to control her. Therefore, Li Xixing produced another pair of handcuffs, locking them around her mother's mid-forearms, elbows, and upper arms. Even her thumbs were cuffed. Li Chunguang bit her lip, feeling a burning pain in her arms. The oppressive metallic sensation forced her arms into a "Y" shape behind her back. She had no choice but to lift her head, arch her back, and pull her shoulders back to alleviate the agonizing pressure. However, she was unaware that this posture perfectly complemented Li Xixing's methods. Li Xixing tightened the shackles on her elbows to the maximum, leaving no gap. The restraints on her upper arms were also only about five centimeters apart, with taut chains. The shackles on her mid-forearms were similarly tightened, but the handcuffs on her wrists were given a two-centimeter chain. This was not due to Li Xixing's leniency or a mistake in tightening. This specific method of restraint was designed for new inmates of the "Hell of Endless Suffering" who were still defiant and stubborn. By almost completely encasing the entire arm in restraints, with only a slight gap at the wrists, the wearer would be given the illusion that they could still struggle and move. When this illusion led them to instinctively struggle or twist, they would discover that their tightly bound arms had no room for maneuver. Instead, their struggles would cause the restraints digging into their flesh to tighten further, inflicting excruciating pain. "Ah~! Shao~! M-Mistress, it's too tight! I won't resist." Indeed, Li Chunguang immediately experienced the malicious intent behind this restraint method. Although there was some slack at her wrists, she tried to twist them. The more she moved, the tighter the arm restraints became. Her thumbs throbbed with pain, and she felt them tightening further, causing her to cry out, throwing her head back. "Don't move erratically. Did I forget to tell you? These restraints have an auto-sensing function. The more you resist and struggle, the tighter they become. Your powers are already sealed by the collar. If you don't want your arms to be crippled, you'd best behave." Li Xixing said with a cold face, her normally spirited and beautiful eyes forced into a look of indifference. Her gaze, however, was fixed on her mother. After a thorough assessment, she visibly relaxed when her mother stopped struggling. She feared that the more pain her mother felt, the more she would struggle, and her hands might truly be ruined. Lying on the ground, Li Chunguang heard her daughter's words and dared not move again. The locked elbow and arm restraints left her no room to struggle or twist. Instead, she had to expend energy just to keep her wrists still. "This will hurt a lot!" Li Xixing said softly as she knelt down. "Bring it on!" Li Chunguang closed her beautiful eyes, enduring the anticipated pain, and snorted disdainfully, turning her head away. Li Xixing felt a surge of annoyance. She grabbed her chin, picked up the chains attached to the ground, and fastened them to her mother's collar, one on each side. Li Chunguang opened her eyes and parted her lips, but ultimately chose silence. She offered no resistance, allowing her daughter to manipulate her. Now, she was like a lamb bound layer by layer, ready for slaughter. Her hands were tightly cuffed behind her back, her legs forcibly spread and locked, unable to be brought together. Her head was also held down by the chains attached to her collar, preventing her from lifting it or turning her head. Bound like this, unable to move, and with no means of resistance, she decided to endure. Li Chunguang took a deep breath, closed her beautiful eyes with a sense of resignation, and no longer bothered to ask what would happen next.

Li Chun-guang tightly gripped the chains in her hands, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip. Her soft, delicate, crystal-clear toes curled inwards, digging into the ground, while the tender soles of her feet were slick with a thin layer of sweat. "Ah~" Li Chun-guang couldn't help but arch her head back, a pained, delicate moan escaping her throat. Her round, peachy buttocks twisted from side to side, trying to evade the sensation. The half-inserted string of beads swayed between her legs, like a bitch's tail wagging. "I told you not to move so much, there are still a few more!" the female warden said coldly, frowning. "More?" Li Chun-guang's lips trembled, her heart turning cold. Her pretty face paled slightly from fear. Each bead subjected her anal muscles to torment. She could feel her lower abdomen slightly distending, gradually spreading towards her intestines. She could even hear the clinking of the beads. Each moment a bead was inserted felt like an eternity, and she could barely endure it. Now, to be told there were more? "Hurry up and suck them in, or don't blame me for being rough," the female warden said, seeing Li Chun-guang's buttocks frozen in place, her breathing shallow. The insertion of the beads had become difficult. However, this was a situation she was accustomed to, and she had a solution. The female warden reached out and pulled on Li Chun-guang's labia piercing, her fingers caressing and teasing her swollen clitoris. Instantly, the frozen Li Chun-guang gasped, her pretty face flushing as she panted heavily. Her bright, lustrous eyes rippled like water, her eyelids moist. The glass beads that remained outside were slowly pulled deeper by the suction of her anus. Combined with the warden's pushing from the outside, Li Chun-guang felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and an overwhelming urge to defecate. The eight glass beads were deeply lodged within, every inch of nerve in her anal muscles filled with a sense of distension. "Ah~ Mmm~" Li Chun-guang arched her head back, her lips trembling. However, before she could recover, the female warden picked up an anal plug and shoved it in fiercely. The beads inside were pushed even deeper by this thrust. Only a small portion of the anal plug's handle remained protruding from her buttocks, embedded between her fleshy cheeks. The female warden pressed a button on the anal plug's handle. The front half, which had been inserted into her anus, seemed to inflate as if injected with gas, stretching open the tender flesh within. The handle on the outside then acted like a cap, firmly sealing the anal opening. This special anal plug, designed for prisoners, was a gift from the Goddess herself. It could firmly seal a prisoner's anus, preventing even the slightest bit of gas from escaping. If one were to try and forcibly remove it, it would be impossible. Just then, while Li Chun-guang was too weak to move, the female warden picked up a cotton swab-like object and aimed it at her urethral opening, her gloved finger gently stroking it. After some manipulation, her already narrow urethra slowly widened, revealing the tender flesh within. Under the daily influence of aphrodisiacs and chastity rings, Li Chun-guang's vagina had also begun to secrete clear fluid, which clung to her thighs or flowed along her labial groove towards her anus, a truly indecent and embarrassing sight. But at this moment, Li Chun-guang had no time to worry about that, only waiting for the fluid to slowly dry, forming a glistening film. As the female warden continued to tease, she felt an unbearable itch in her urethra. She furrowed her brow. The female warden, on the other hand, pressed the urethral plug against the opening. Once the urethral opening had adapted to the foreign object, she suddenly pushed it in forcefully. "Mmm~" Li Chun-guang couldn't help but let out a delicate cry from her throat. Her bright, pretty face turned pale, her lips losing their color, and a fine sheen of cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She didn't dare to straighten her waist, only able to hunch her body, frozen in place, allowing the female warden to do as she pleased with her urethra. How humiliating! Li Chun-guang shed tears of pain and humiliation. The female warden, holding the urethral plug, continued to push deeper, dilating the beautiful young woman's tender urethra until it was fully inserted. More importantly, this urethral plug had no handle. This meant that even if Li Chun-guang regained the freedom of her hands, she would be unable to remove it herself. After a while, the female warden unlocked Li Chun-guang's chains, re-shackled her hands in front of her, fastened leg cuffs, and used a chain to pull on her labia piercing, leading her out. Her sensitive, delicate labia were pulled taut. With her hands behind her head, Li Chun-guang could only humiliatingly take heavy, slow steps, her round, slutty buttocks swaying with each small stride as she followed behind. As she walked, she felt the foreign objects in her urethra and rear, constantly stimulating her sensitive areas, tormenting her nerves, causing her delicate body to tremble uncontrollably, and cold sweat to pour down her face. Along the way, Li Chun-guang saw Ji Ying-qiong and Zhou Sheng-nan, both looking equally weak, their lips pale. She glanced at their crotches and immediately understood. She saw their thighs spread wide apart, their groins trembling, and occasionally, fluid dripping down. She knew they had suffered the same fate. Li Chun-guang's heart was filled with mixed emotions, unsure whether to feel joy or sorrow. She recalled that this empress of a rival nation, like herself, had possessed the same peerless talent, a radiant young prodigy. No, not just a prodigy, but a young person of high standing. They had traded victories on the battlefield, but now they were both reduced to prisoners, slaves to be insulted and defiled at will, subjected to hellish treatment. Fate is unpredictable! Li Chun-guang sighed inwardly. She had once been so full of spirit, a prominent figure adored by countless citizens, her future bright in everyone's eyes. But fate is fickle, and her current predicament was truly unavoidable. She couldn't blame anyone.

In the afternoon, in the dungeon of the Prison of No Return. Muzzy-headed, Li Chun Guang felt a sharp pain on her cheek. She slowly opened her weak, beautiful eyes, sensing an intense emptiness and a sense of loss. As she was in a daze, her vision was filled with a calf wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, the foot shod in a high-heeled shoe. Just as Li Chun Guang was about to look up, she found the sole of the other high-heeled shoe pressing down on her face, forcefully pushing her countenance into the ground. The stunning aura of the woman created a stark contrast with Li Chun Guang's pathetic state, making it hard to imagine that this woman, being stepped on, possessed extraordinary power beyond the first rank, and was once a marshal of a nation. "Mmmph~" Li Chun Guang let out a few confused murmurs. The pressure on her face immediately receded, and a woman's voice came through, "Hurry up and come with me. I'm taking you to get treated." Only then did Li Chun Guang feel as if the strength had been drained from her body. Even without the chains binding her, her limbs could only lie limply on the ground. Seeing Li Chun Guang motionless like a dead dog, the female warden grew impatient. She raised her foot and stomped hard on her pussy. "Ahhh~!" Li Chun Guang's swollen, red pussy was caught off guard by the stomp, and she let out a piercing scream. But the female warden paid no mind, even kicking her sharp-toed heel inside, grinding it forcefully, and shouting, "Get up!" "Slave 901, get up." Li Chun Guang's voice trembled as she pushed herself up from the ground, relying on immense willpower to lift her battered and heavy body. As soon as she stood up, Li Chun Guang felt a tightening sensation in her nose, nipples, and clit. The female warden held a chain in her hand, which split into three strands in the middle, binding her three sensitive points. Then, a pulling force was applied to Li Chun Guang's three points. She involuntarily let out a "Mmm~" sound. Perhaps due to her body becoming increasingly sensitive and lustful, her already drooping eyes instantly filled with mist, and a weak whimper escaped her delicate nose. The female warden, leading Li Chun Guang by her sensitive points, entered a room. During this time, Li Chun Guang clutched her head, her steps unsteady, her chest heaving, but she could only grit her teeth and follow. When she was kicked in the pussy by the female warden earlier, the things in her urethra and anus were accidentally triggered. The feeling of swelling and blockage made her even more uncomfortable. "This is, Ying Qiong and Sheng Nan." Li Chun Guang's eyes flickered, her face turning pale. The morning's ordeal with the bronze donkey had already tormented her to the brink of death, leaving her exhausted, her delicate body covered in wax marks and whip scars, the burning sensation palpable. Yet, despite her condition, Li Chun Guang saw Zhou Sheng Nan and Ji Ying Qiong placed on a rack, being subjected to the abuse of men. "Go, get treated properly," the female warden said with a meaningful tone. Li Chun Guang didn't understand. She coughed a few times, her breathing gradually becoming heavier. What she didn't know was that during this period of torture and reconditioning, her body had gradually become more alluring, and even her once resilient consciousness was no longer as resistant and unyielding as before. Just seeing these men made Li Chun Guang even more seductive. A thin layer of mist now veiled her stunning eyes, and her flushed cheeks were shy and captivating.