Stymia, the Immaculate Conception (Tw)

"You... Eek!" Just as Sthenia was about to say something, an unbearable sting on her highly sensitive nipples made her jolt. Soon, she felt a foreign object hanging from one of her nipples. "Heh, they look quite nice." The other party paid no mind to Sthenia's expression, casually playing with the nipple rings he had just attached. *I want to kill him!* Sthenia clenched her fists, but her body also began to stir restlessly. Shame at her own arousal turned into her passively allowing him to manhandle her. With another sharp sting, her other nipple was also pierced and fitted with a ring. "Here, let me apply some medicine." Despite his words, he produced two black, heart-shaped nipple pasties, specifically shaped for nipples. He then directly applied them to the freshly pierced nipples. A strange sucking sensation followed, emanating from her nipples, leaving no gap beneath the black pasties. The shape of her nipples and the rings were clearly visible beneath them. "Heh~ And this slave restraint suit, do you need me to help you put it on?" The other party could clearly sense Sthenia's overflowing shame and indignation, yet he provocatively asked, his fingers tracing the completely unrevealing suit. "No, I'll do it myself." Sthenia took the restraint suit he offered. It was a sleeveless, backless garment, with a high slit design for the lower body. The chest was made of a special transparent grey gel layer, with only thin black leather on the sides and lower body offering minimal coverage. Fortunately, the restraint suit itself was not complicated, and the process of putting it on was incredibly smooth. However, as she finished dressing, a similar sucking sensation spread, as if the suit was greedily clinging to her body, leaving not a single wrinkle. The semi-transparent gel layer offered no concealment, and the black heart-shaped nipple pasties underneath reflected a faint light, announcing their presence. "Don't forget this part either." The informant from the Witch Cult suddenly spoke up. Sthenia then noticed two leather straps on the black leather sections on either side of her body. He immediately reached out and connected the straps on both sides, locking them together in the middle with a small silver lock. This was followed by a further sense of restriction, as the two leather straps pressed against the upper and lower parts of Sthenia's breasts, further accentuating her curves. "Heh, you're really making yourself useful," Sthenia sneered. Being cared for in this way felt anything but pleasant. "Heh, you're welcome. You may look proud, but you're becoming more and more like a slave. Now, put on the gloves and shoes yourself." The other party continued to tease her as he handed over the remaining equipment. The gloves were made of leather, with restraint straps at the wrists and forearms, secured by small locks. It seemed impossible to open them without a key, but Sthenia could clearly feel her hand movements being restricted. Even a simple fist could not be made. The slave high-heeled boots had a 10cm heel, seemingly designed to impede a slave's movement. Even if they escaped, they couldn't get far without unlocking the small locks on their thighs and ankles, as their body weight was forced onto their toes. Leaning precariously against the wall, Sthenia already felt a slight pain in her toes. Even a witch, without strengthening her body, was generally no different from an ordinary person, perhaps even more delicate due to long-term inactivity. It wasn't that Sthenia couldn't use her magic to strengthen herself; it was that she didn't know who the witches within the Witch Cult were, and doing so would reveal her hand and lose her initiative. At least, the equipment she was wearing now could be destroyed with magic. "We're almost done. Put this on, and we can leave." The other party produced a black metal collar. It wasn't heavy, but it possessed a strange power. It was a minuscule amount of the witch's magic and the scent of desire. Human lust could not exist alone, but under the witch's influence, it could be collected like energy. The collar contained a foul and lewd intent, making Sthenia feel a sense of disgust. But now was not the time to be picky. Silently, she put on the collar. It fit snugly around her neck and was then locked with a small pink heart-shaped lock. As the collar was locked, Sthenia felt a powerful suppression. She had put away her rings as they interfered with her equipment and had unsealed some of her power, but the collar's suppression was even stronger. While not rendering her completely unable to resist, it gave her a feeling of being restrained, as if it were specifically designed for mages. "Alright, get in." The informant pushed out a trolley with a plain wooden box on it. It was lined with some cotton. Due to the high heels, she knelt awkwardly into the box. But the other party seemed to have forgotten something and crouched beside Sthenia. Using the buckles on the restraint gloves, he locked her wrists together. Then, the high-heeled shoes were also connected by a short chain. "Do I really need to be locked like this?" Even though she had been suppressing her dissatisfaction, she couldn't help but complain at this point. "We still have to have the goods inspected by those Witch Cult guys outside the headquarters. Ah, thanks to you, I almost forgot that slaves aren't allowed to speak unless permitted. Open your mouth." Only this last sentence held a slight semblance of camaraderie, but it quickly reverted to a lecherous grin as he produced a horse bit gag and, ignoring Sthenia's protests, forced it into her mouth, prying open her teeth. Through the opening in the gag, the other party suddenly reached in with his finger, clamping onto Sthenia's pink tongue and playing with it. Saliva dripped down his finger onto his sleeve. Sthenia bit down hard on the opening. If not for the gag, she was confident she could have bitten off his finger.

"Mmm... so the Regent is dead now, and I've deliberately obliterated his corpse. You might feel caught off guard, but now is the time for Elena to seize power. Of course, I'll help you too." Sthenia gently pulled Elena into her embrace. Elena was no longer as fragile after last night, but she still needed Sthenia's support. "I will. As the princess of this country, but before that, Sister, there's a place I must go. Can you accompany me?" Elena looked at Sthenia with hopeful eyes. With the Regent gone, she could finally see her ailing father. Before, Corsais had always said her father needed rest, so she hadn't been able to see him, but she suspected he was already..." "Of course. I'll go change first." Sthenia patted Elena's head again and then walked towards a room. The moment the door closed, Sthenia's usually placid face was instantly flushed with a blush as she leaned against the door, her fists clenched. She had been enduring the strange sensation from the jewel butt plug in her rear since earlier. With every movement, her intestines pressed against the large object within her anus. This shouldn't have happened. The semi-transparent latex restraint suit clung tightly to Sthenia's delicate body, like octopus tentacles gripping her flesh. With every movement, it felt as though a pair of large hands were wantonly caressing her body. The lewd markings also seemed to have affected her physical form through some means, now faintly glowing on her lower abdomen. This was all a result of Sthenia's magic suppression. She had dismissed her previous clones and only brought back her soul fragment, yet not only had that lewd attire been transported over, but the lewd marking at her uterus seemed to have been overwritten onto her actual uterus by some external force. A hot, itching sensation constantly emanated from Sthenia's lower abdomen, sending signals of arousal to her body. "Guh... Damn it!" Shame and anger swirled within Sthenia. As if unable to bear it, she forcefully grabbed the jewel part of the butt plug protruding from her rear and, in the next second, violently pulled it out by a large section. The smooth protrusion of the butt plug rapidly stretched her intestinal flesh. Perhaps due to the influence of the lewd markings, even her anus felt incredibly sensitive. A pleasure that pierced her soul instantly flooded Sthenia's nerves. The strength in her hand involuntarily loosened, and with the elasticity of the restraint suit, the large butt plug, which had just moments ago not made her feel any emptiness, deeply re-entered her anus. "Eee—❤" A cry of defeat from pleasure erupted, but it was quickly suppressed to the limit. Sthenia knelt on the ground, covering her mouth tightly, afraid that any sound would be heard by Elena. "Lust! To make me make such a shameful sound!" Sthenia gritted her teeth, her face flushed red. It was as if her anger was manifesting as wild magic surging through the space. However, her magic passed straight through the restraint suit. Not only could she not remove the suit, but even the restraint gloves on her hands and the high-heeled boots remained unchanged, as if they were part of her own body. The only thing that felt unusual was the pink heart-shaped padlock hanging from the collar on her chest, which swayed slightly with the flow of Sthenia's magic. "You're mine now!" Sthenia reached out and grabbed the conspicuous small lock on her neck. This was the core of this detestable, lewd restraint suit. But unlike its easy discoverability, Sthenia was distressed that she was helpless against this tiny lock. This small lock not only contained the magic of lust but was also a conceptual equipment with a special concept attached: a lock must be opened with a key. It was a simple principle. With the key, even an ordinary person without any power could free Sthenia. Conversely, without the key, it was almost impossible to open, unless Sthenia chose to wear down its contained power with time. But where would she find such a long time now? The deeper she thought, the more Sthenia realized something was wrong. The most immediate issue was the restraint suit she was wearing. Equipment imbued with such power couldn't be created with a mere flick of the wrist. Why would someone prepare this conceptual equipment that locked the soul, as if anticipating her infiltration? According to Corsais, they wouldn't confirm her as a witch until her final outburst, so he wouldn't have prepared such a thing in advance, nor could he have. So, from when did she begin to be exposed to the "gaze" of lust? As if this question completely captured Sthenia's attention, she didn't even notice at first that the magic around her was being drawn and absorbed into a vortex centered on her. However, it wasn't Sthenia being absorbed, but the restraint suit. It greedily drew in Sthenia's magic, becoming even more resilient. But this scene only lasted for a second. In the next moment, Sthenia forcefully pulled her magic back into her body. But even with such a quick reaction, she was still a step too late. The equipment on her body seemed to have been activated after consuming some of Sthenia's magic. The most prominent was the nipple ring sealed beneath the breast pasties. Streaks of electricity began to flow, but due to the blockage of the black breast pasties, the blooming current was concentrated entirely on Sthenia's nipples without any waste. "Eee—" Her body involuntarily twitched. A numb pleasure intermittently pulsed from her nipples. Normally, such an electric shock wouldn't have any effect on Sthenia's body, but that was only normally. Now, Sthenia's physical surface was no longer covered by a magic barrier, as all the magic on her body would be absorbed by this restraint suit and then reversed into restrictions that bound her. Without the magic, even if her physical body was strong enough, the electric shock wouldn't cause any burns, but the numb sensation would not be lessened in the slightest. "Um... Sister?" Elena's slightly worried voice came from outside the door. Sthenia flinched. She couldn't let Elena see her in such a shameful state. She quickly grabbed a maid outfit from the wardrobe and put it on. She didn't wear her original outfit because it would make her too conspicuous, and Sthenia preferred to avoid trouble, so she chose an outfit that would allow her to hide behind Elena. It was also because, compared to her own clothes, the maid outfit was relatively looser. "I'm fine. Let's go." Sthenia opened the door. Her expression had returned to its usual state. The black and white maid outfit looked surprisingly elegant and dignified on Sthenia. Her silver hair was simply let down, exuding an ethereal aura. "Really?" Elena was a little confused, but she generally trusted Sthenia's words and didn't probe further. Besides, she had only heard a very faint sound just now. Perhaps she had misheard. "Then let's go. Now, no one can stop me from seeing Father..." Elena's tone still held a hint of sadness, but Sthenia could also deeply feel the courage contained within her to face everything.

"Mmmph—you may leave," Theron waved dismissively, then appraised the slave trailing timidly behind the maid. As the maid departed, Theron left his desk and approached Number 52. Facing the approaching Theron, Number 52 stood rigidly in place. She was merely a slave; any unauthorized action would surely result in severe punishment. Theron circled the slave girl slowly, as if meticulously evaluating her. The restrictive clothing was fitting for a slave, and its style didn't seem to be from his own merchant guild. Even the origin of her slave tattoo was unknown. The high-heeled, restrictive boots were designed to torment and limit a slave's movement, while the pleasure tattoo symbolized carnal submission to lust. And then there was the peculiar collar, which seemed to possess strange powers. Through the transparent restrictive clothing, he could see nipple pasties and, behind them, nipple rings. She also appeared to have been trained into a remarkably obedient personality by her previous master, yet she had managed to retain her virginity. This was because the Courtesan's Pavilion only accepted virgins as auction items. Only after being auctioned off as a virgin would they begin working as prostitutes. Since she was to be handed over to the Courtesan's Pavilion, it was only natural that her virginity would be carefully preserved. "Hmm?" As he moved behind the girl, Theron's eyes lit up. There was a distinct bulge at the rear of her restrictive clothing, indicating something had been inserted and seemingly remained there. Now Theron understood why Auders had handed the girl over to him. It seemed that fellow had a sliver of conscience, knowing Theron's particular fondness for playing with a woman's rear. Unable to resist, he crouched down. The girl stood nervously, unsure of what he was doing behind her. Suddenly, a pair of strong hands grabbed her buttocks and began to knead them wantonly. "Ugh~" At the sudden assault, the girl's body stiffened involuntarily, and a soft moan escaped her throat, impossible to suppress. The hot hand on her buttocks seemed to grow more engrossed, its fingertips gradually probing into her cleavage, gently teasing the large, jeweled anal plug at her rear. "Eeeek~ Mas-master, there~ Ugh—" Number 52's legs began to tremble. She could clearly feel Theron grasp the end of the jeweled anal plug and gently twist it as he pulled it outwards. The smooth surface of the plug continuously scraped against her already sensitive inner flesh, sending intense waves of pleasure through Number 52. A trickle of lewd liquid began to drip from the edge of her restrictive clothing, landing on Theron's hand. "Ew—" A sound of distinct disgust came from behind her. Theron released the hand that had been playing with the anal plug, his face contorted in disgust as he wiped his hand with a handkerchief, having just touched the slave's fluids. He then tossed the pristine handkerchief into a nearby trash bin. Number 52 secretly glanced at Theron. The half-pulled-out rear plug, due to the restrictive clothing and her own uncontrollably tightening sphincter, slowly slid back into its original position, as if she had reinserted it herself. At this moment, Number 52's face was flushed even deeper with a mixture of shame and pleasure. "How dare you get my hands dirty!" Theron's angry eyes fixed on Number 52. She flinched slightly in fear, but Theron's furious expression quickly calmed. He reached for a small wooden box on a nearby shelf, returned to Number 52's side, and pointed to a chair in the corner of the room. "Sit yourself over there." "Haaah~ As you command." Number 52 panted, struggling to quell the rising desire within her. She cautiously sat on the chair in the corner. As soon as her body settled, five restraints sprang out, precisely locking onto her neck, wrists, and ankles. The chains of the restraints then rapidly retracted, hoisting Number 52's limbs securely to the sides of her head, leaving her nether regions completely exposed. Her vulva, already thoroughly soaked from her arousal, was now laid bare. "Tsk, so filthy." As if genuinely disgusted, Theron tore away the crotch section of the restrictive clothing and roughly wiped her with a rag. "I-I'm really, eeek—I'm really sorry." Number 52 apologized hastily. The rag seemed old, its fuzzy threads beginning to fray. As Theron wiped her roughly, the loose threads lightly scraped against her already engorged clitoris, which had become erect due to her arousal. This caused Number 52 to involuntarily moan.

What's with this human? Stheymia was a little confused. "Didn't I just beat you up without holding back?" she couldn't help but ask tentatively, wondering if she had hit him too hard and messed up his brain. "That was 'love'!" Hert said earnestly, his gaze fixed on Stheymia, with what seemed like… nostalgia for that incident? Elena glanced at Stheymia with confusion. She didn't know what had happened between her elder sister and the man in front of her, but she quickly leaned closer to Stheymia's side, as if to assert her claim. Stheymia could only smile helplessly. Hert's expression stiffened slightly. He had originally only intended to bring Fiti out, but their relationship seemed unusual. Although the blonde woman in front of him was also very attractive, Hert wasn't particularly interested. "Can you let us two out?" Stheymia asked. This strange man seemed very useful to her. "Uh, not yet, but if you don't mind being entertained, you can come to my room to rest. Of course, it's not that I'm unwilling, but tomorrow is the once-every-five-years 'Awakening Festival.' The entire city will be under martial law that day, and Lord Lucifer will also appear from the temple. For the two days leading up to the festival, no accidents are even allowed to happen within the City of Arrogance." Hert refused and then explained earnestly, as if afraid Stheymia would misunderstand him. Stheymia and Elena exchanged glances. Stheymia retained a sense of seriousness from countless years ago about the outside world, while Elena knew a little more. Seeing Stheymia's still somewhat confused gaze, Elena said, "I don't know much about this city. I only know that this city appeared suddenly one day and is the most sinful city. The organization named Lucifer allows all evildoers and criminals to live here, and they have a different faith from the outside. As for what the Awakening Festival is, I know very little." "Then I'll trouble you," Stheymia said politely to Hert. At least they could get a more comfortable environment first; the cell was not a good place. "Okay, I'll unlock it for you right away." Hert, hearing that Stheymia was willing to come to his room, hurried to the key rack to get the keys. "No need," Stheymia said casually. Firelight flickered through the gaps in the shackles, and then Elena's handcuffs and shackles broke apart and fell to the ground, the original joints becoming smooth surfaces. Watching the two walk out casually, Hert felt his perception was somewhat distorted. Were these two really prostitutes who would appear in a brothel? He would have believed it if they were the chief mages or knights of some country, but he still said quickly, "Please follow me." Following Hert's footsteps, the two left the underground prison under the strange gazes of some guards. As Stheymia left, she clearly saw what everyone on their necks was wearing, likely stones imbued with authority, like the one the warden wore. If they had rushed out like this, they would probably have been suppressed at the prison entrance. Moreover, the material of the ground and walls seemed to be made of special materials, with defensive magic intricately attached. The scale of the work even surprised Stheymia, much like her previous trial tower, which was made similarly because some people, fearing the threat of witches, had attacked it with magic. "We're here. Please come in," Hert stopped in front of a large door, gesturing with his hand to invite them in. He then pointed to the partition inside the room, "That's the bathroom. I'll have someone prepare clothes for you." Speaking of bathing, the two women instinctively looked down at their bodies, realizing they were completely naked. Perhaps the deep emotional investment from their initial encounter had made them feel that being naked was normal. The semen on their bodies had even started to congeal, prompting them to rush into the bathroom. There was a large bathtub and several smaller ones in the bathroom. For some reason, Elena refused Stheymia's suggestion to bathe together. The hot water flowed over their bodies, and the fatigue seemed to ease. Stheymia had been quickly weaving a spell to suppress Fiti's soul when she awakened in the dungeon. This parting "gift" of lust was truly troublesome. Under the influence of the power of lust, she could only achieve temporary suppression. Currently, it seemed that because a certain amount of semen had been ingested, Fiti's soul was completely still. Stheymia thought as she squatted down to clean the semen from her lower body. The semen of this lustful beast was very difficult to remove; even after soaking in warm water, it clung stubbornly to her thighs, let alone what had been ejaculated into her vagina. Stheymia squatted in the water with her legs spread, diligently rubbing off the semen stains on her legs. Then, her fingers probed into her vagina. If anyone were to see Stheymia, they would probably think she was a nymphomaniac, fumbling with her lower body in such an indecent posture. As her fingers delved into her vagina, large clumps of semi-congealed semen began to fall into the water, also pulling at the semen stuck to the surface of her vagina. Each probing of her fingers seemed to be a manipulation of her entire vagina, and her body began to send signals of pleasure. "Mmm~" A faint moan escaped Stheymia's lips, but she felt it was somewhat impolite and quickly pursed her lips. After all, Elena was not far away, and she had to restrain her voice. However, her hand movements did not slow down much. At the same time, she carefully manipulated her magic to control a thin stream of water to enter her uterus. A warm, itchy sensation spread through her lower abdomen, and her body was covered in a blush of desire. But Stheymia was more concerned about the collar around her neck. She had previously been unable to remove the slave restraint suit, thinking it was integrated with the collar. But now it seemed the suit was merely an extension of the collar, and although she couldn't remove it, men who desired her could easily do so. "Splash—"