Defeat Experience Museum Series: Cecilia Chapter

At the mouth of this secluded alley, a place even stray cats wouldn't frequent on a normal day, an incongruous visitor appeared tonight. A tall woman, clad in an intricate blue and white mage robe, silently blocked the alley's only sliver of moonlight. The robe's fabric was pristine, embroidered with silver patterns symbolizing arcane truths, emitting a faint, sacred luminescence in the dim alley. And through the gap at the hem of this luxurious robe, one could vaguely glimpse the woman's shapely, firm legs adorned with two lengths of pure white, silken stockings, further accentuating a kind of sacred, inviolable purity and nobility. What was slightly astonishing was that the woman wasn't walking on the ground, or rather, wasn't making solid contact with the ground. To avoid soiling her pure white, soft boots, woven from high-grade alchemical silk, with the alley's mud and moss, the woman employed a flight spell, hovering completely three inches above the ground, her toes slightly downturned, like a deity surveying the mortal realm. In the dim light, her face could be seen, cold and beautiful to the point of being sharp. Silver, straight hair cascaded meticulously down her back. A pair of gold-rimmed monocle rested on her nose, and behind the lens, her ice-blue eyes held no superfluous emotion, cold as water, possessing only an absolute rationality and indifference, as if viewing an inanimate object. Cecilia Froststar, the Empire's Chief Court Archmage, hailed as the "Walking Forbidden Spell," the "Ice Blue Sorceress." "A defeat experience... Hmph." Her clear, pleasant voice, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, followed the intelligence to its destination. Looking at the dilapidated shop front before her, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, showing a hint of revulsion towards this sordid corner. Besides her own formidable magical talent and unparalleled, proud strength, and as a scholar pursuing truth, Cecilia had recently, while exploring advanced theories on "mental interference with reality," found that all information pointed to a field she disdained: the extreme eruption of emotion and desire. To put it bluntly, it was the most primal carnal desires. Coincidentally, Cecilia had recently heard whispers that a special establishment here could, through extreme sensory stimulation, shatter the will of any strong individual, offering an unparalleled spiritual satisfaction that was normally unattainable, allowing one to discover their deepest, truest desires to the fullest extent. Of course, this was merely a form of advertisement. The reality was not difficult to ascertain; it was merely a means of indulging carnal lust through certain methods. However, this place was a special venue exclusively for female clientele and primarily offering bespoke services. In response, Cecilia naturally scoffed, and felt even more disdain for the women who had previously experienced these bespoke services here. The Archmage firmly believed that the so-called "degeneration after defeat" was merely an excuse for the weak-willed to rationalize their own inadequacy. Physical stimulation was merely the most basic bodily signal transmitted by nerve endings; as long as one's spirit was sufficiently strong, it could be shielded, like an observer. Cecilia's visit tonight was to personally expose this lie, to prove the absolute dominion of reason over instinct through "first-hand" observation. This was not merely an experience, but an "experiment" with herself as the subject.

"First, to ensure the smooth completion of our services, for guests with immense power like yourself, Lady Cecilia, I need to seal and restrict your abilities through certain means. This is to prevent you from ruining the entire experience, or even my humble establishment, by resisting too strongly during the process." "Sealing my power? That sounds difficult. If it's just some ordinary magic-nullifying collar, I could easily destroy and break free. And I doubt there are any items on the market capable of completely sealing my strength." Cecilia snorted, showing disdain for Serina's request. However, she had heard about the rules of the Defeated Experience Hall before coming, so this demand wasn't entirely unexpected. She simply didn't believe Serina possessed the capability to achieve it. Serina didn't refute Cecilia's overflowing confidence. After all, it wasn't the first time a powerful individual like Cecilia had voiced such doubts. Serina was well aware of this. "I understand that. Therefore, during the sealing process, your complete and voluntary cooperation is necessary to achieve the maximum effect. Even if complete sealing isn't possible, weakening your power to a controllable range will suffice." Serina smiled and continued. "However, the sealing process might involve some rather humiliating actions. If you, Lady Cecilia, cannot accept this, then I regret that my establishment cannot provide the corresponding services." "Enough with the pleasantries. Since I'm here today, I won't leave empty-handed. Whatever rules you have, do as you wish. I will cooperate, but I hope you don't disappoint me." Cecilia was growing impatient. It wasn't that she was eager to experience the pleasure of defeat, but rather that she found Serina's numerous, tedious rules irritating. "Very well. In that case, let's begin. The first step is for you to sign this slave contract, Lady Cecilia. This signifies your voluntary acceptance of all the slave terms within, relinquishing all human dignity, freedom, and will to resist. You will surrender all ownership of your body and spirit to me." Serina explained as she handed over a quill. "A magical slave contract? That's an uncommon method. It seems your abilities are not insignificant." Cecilia took the quill. "But I must remind you, a magical slave contract can only partially restrict my power. If the difference in our strength is too great, this contract will be largely ineffective, and I can still break free from its bonds at any time." As she spoke, Cecilia quickly scanned the contract. The Archmage was not unfamiliar with such magical agreements. Her gaze paused briefly at the "Experience Duration" section. "This is the time limit for the slave contract, and also the end time for this service. I usually recommend first-time customers fill in 24 hours or a period of two to three days here." Serina explained, then quickly added with a knowing, provocative smile, "What? Your Excellency the Archmage seems hesitant. Are you perhaps unsure how long you can endure?" "Unnecessary." Cecilia scoffed, and the quill in her hand directly skipped over the blank field. "This is merely an experiment. The experiment ends when I have gathered enough data to prove your fallacies wrong. My will is the switch; I will stop when I wish to stop." In the eyes of this great Archmage, as long as she remained lucid, she could end this experiment at any time. Filling in a duration would be an insult to her self-control. Thus, without specifying an "end time," she signed her elegant, flowing name at the bottom: Cecilia Frost. "The contract is established." As a red light flashed on the parchment, it then leaped up and swiftly merged into Cecilia's brow, signifying the slave contract's activation. Serina's smile instantly took on a profound, knowing quality. The proprietress did not explicitly inform the proud Archmage that in this particular magical contract, by not specifying a time limit, the control had already slipped from Cecilia's grasp.

"Mmph—!!!" An irresistible, immense force struck instantly. Cecilia felt her limbs locked as if by iron clamps, and her entire body was forcibly lifted into the air. "(This strength... the pulling force of a single tentacle is equivalent to a third-tier strength enhancement spell... I can't break free with brute force alone, it *hurts*...)" The Archmage's mind was still trying to calculate some strange data, while her arms were already hoisted high by two tentacles, stretched to the limit of her joints, exposing her defenseless armpits and vulnerable chest and abdomen. The two rosy nipples on her chest, reacting involuntarily, became engorged and erect. They were gently touched and toyed with by a tentacle covered in suckers, appearing particularly lewd. Simultaneously, the tentacles wrapped around her ankles mercilessly pulled them apart, until Cecilia's legs were forcibly spread to their physiological limit, the ligaments on the inner thighs emitting a pained groan of being overburdened. "Wuwuwuwu...!" In a posture of extreme humiliation, unable to bring her legs together, suspended in a spread-eagle position, the Archmage could only let out weak whimpers. Her most secret, most tender, and never-before-visited private garden was now wide open, exposed without any cover to the writhing sea of tentacles below. A warm breeze blew across her engorged groin, making the strange emptiness in her private parts even more sensitive. "(This posture... my center of gravity is completely lost, my limb joints are locked... I can't exert any force... these low-intelligence tentacles understand everything...)" Even at this point, Cecilia was still trying to analyze the situation from some angle, forcing herself to remain calm, to escape the feeling of losing control that was about to drown her. Another tentacle slowly slithered over, carrying a nauseating stickiness, gently playing on her flat, smooth abdomen. It caressed the activating lust mark through her corset, while the countless tiny cilia on the tentacle's surface scraped against her sensitive skin, relentlessly assaulting the Archmage's last vestiges of reason. "(These tentacles... the mucus on their surface contains nerve-paralyzing components...)" To endure the tactile sensations, Cecilia involuntarily bit down hard on the gag, and through her slightly fogged-up gold-rimmed glasses, she stared at the monster before her with icy eyes. Seemingly affected by the paralyzing toxin, Cecilia's body trembled slightly uncontrollably, but her state of mind remained relatively calm for now. Up to this point, Cecilia knew very well what she was about to face. What she was most unwilling to dwell on at this moment was the sliver of anticipation hidden beneath her reason, an anticipation she absolutely refused to acknowledge. "(This is just part of the experiment... something of this level... it's impossible to defeat me, I am the Empire's Chief Archmage, I am Cecilia...!)" Cecilia repeated this phrase frantically in her mind, trying to hypnotize herself, to solidify her unwavering confidence. But the group of tentacles below didn't seem inclined to cooperate. Two thicker, clearly intended for "internal inspection" alien organs slowly rose from the mass of tentacles, aiming for the entrance of her unguarded honey pot. Cecilia's pupils contracted sharply, and the dam of her reason finally showed a crack. The surface of these two tentacles was covered in spiral flesh ridges, like some abyssal, evil curse. Each ridge flowed with a faint, dark purple bioluminescence. The fleshy nodules at the tips of the tentacles pulsated violently like hearts, secreting a transparent mucus with high-concentration magic-eroding properties, exuding a chaotic aura that made the souls of high-level mages tremble. "(This aura... could it be the prototype of the 'Demon Devourer' recorded in ancient texts? No... how could this forbidden creature, extinct since the age of myths, appear here... this must be a replica...)" Cecilia bit down hard on the gag, and through her gold-rimmed glasses, which had already fogged over, she forced herself to look directly at the monsters about to violate her body. In that instant, her scholarly pride and the dignity of an Archmage made her try to identify, to categorize, to dispel the fear of the unknown with the scepter of knowledge.

The instant the tentacles fully submerged, reaching deep within, the "Forbidden Magic: Sensory Conversion Device" in Cecilia's abdomen began to whir at an accelerated pace. The infernal runes within lit up with a blinding pink glow, signifying the permanent inscription of a pact of corruption onto the Archmage's body, an imprint that could never be erased. However, Cecilia was completely unaware of these changes, nor did she have the energy to perceive them. All she felt was the tentacle suckers inside her writhing madly, like countless hungry mouths, clinging tenaciously to the tender, sensitive inner walls of her orifices. In a flash, Cecilia was suddenly horrified to feel her vast, star-sea-like pure magical power finding two frantic outlets, draining away at an incredibly exaggerated speed towards the two orifices in her lower body. "(This... magic feedback? No! These tentacles are devouring my magic! Magic Eaters...! Why are there... here...?!)" Realizing something was wrong, Cecilia desperately tried to lock down her internal magic circuits, attempting to sever this blasphemous connection. Even if Cecilia had come today specifically to test her resistance against carnal desires, and had voluntarily restricted her magical abilities, as a proud mage, she could never accept her magic being forcibly siphoned away in such a manner. While her spellcasting was sealed, she could still find a way to break the seal and regain control; she wasn't in a complete dead end. But once her magic was drained, it would fundamentally and utterly eliminate any possibility of resistance. Yet, the more Cecilia struggled, the more her internal magic surged more violently towards the two points of invasion within her body, rapidly extracted by the writhing tentacles. And as her magic rapidly drained, twisted by the curse of the infernal runes on her lower abdomen, this sensation of loss, akin to her soul being ripped away, slowly transformed into an ultimate pleasure potent enough to burn away reason, a pleasure of utter destruction. Pain was twisted by arcane forces, weakness rewritten by desire. Her brain no longer received danger alerts, but a fatal poison called "ecstasy." Worse still, the tentacles inserted into her body began to move. "Thrust... Gulp... Thrust... Gulp..." This was no gentle coupling, but a violent, mechanical piston-like motion. The rough, spiraled ridges on the tentacles' surfaces scraped mercilessly against her tender inner walls. Each thrust was like a file grinding against Cecilia's most sensitive nerves. Each impact precisely and forcefully struck the most sensitive magical nodes within her body. "Nnngh... Ahh... Wooooh...!!" Cecilia's previously taut body began to tremble uncontrollably. The rigidity of her attempt to maintain reason gradually dissolved, replaced by bodily spasms of surrender to desire. Pleasure surged through her entire being like a forbidden spell erupting, shattering the psychological defenses she had painstakingly constructed. "(Concentrate... Cecilia... Erect a will barrier... This is merely the body's betrayal...)" Cecilia chanted frantically in her mind, trying to ignore the wave of pleasure from her lower body, a pleasure so intense it threatened to drown her. "(This is just low-level biological stimulation... I am an Archmage... I command the laws of the elements... How could I possibly lose to such a dirty, lowly soft-bodied creature...?)" She tried to silently recite obscure ancient Elvish incantations in her mind, attempting to counter the soul-scorching, bone-melting carnal desires with rigorous, cold magical logic. "(In the name of Truth... O' Great Air Elemental... Hear my... Ugh... Haaah... No... The rhythm is broken... I can't... I can't concentrate...)" However, each thrust of the tentacles was heavier and deeper than the last. Those two thick tentacles wreaked havoc within the Archmage's body, not only physically stretching open the orifices but also, on a spiritual level, bit by bit, piercing through Cecilia's defenses. Each time a tentacle slammed against her cervix, it was like a violent lightning strike piercing the Archmage's sea of consciousness.

Cecilia's head snapped back violently once more, this time without a shred of rational thought. In the mirror, the Archmage had utterly surrendered. She gazed at her own shameful state, at her heaving breasts and swollen pregnant belly. Her once icy eyes finally melted, transforming into a pool of lust. "(Broken... truly... turned into... a breeding sow...)" The instant this thought flashed through her mind, Cecilia Frostmane, the scholar who had dared to challenge the truth of desire, finally lowered her noble head before the mirror and let out the first submissive whimper of a female livestock. "(Huu... haa...)" Cecilia was now completely incapable of thought, her breaths coming mechanically. She lacked even the strength to enjoy the carnal pleasures, hanging limply in the air, suspended by a few tentacles like a broodmare, left to be played with and observed. Before long, the tentacles that had been firmly plugging her front and back orifices seemed to have completed their phase of the task. With a wet, slithering sound, they slowly withdrew from Cecilia's body. Though the withdrawal wasn't rough, the moment the two tentacles pulled free, a large volume of fluid within the Archmage found its release. It gushed out from Cecilia's orifices, spraying outwards. This was a physical eruption. Stimulated by the runes of lust and overwhelmed by extreme pleasure, it shot out over ten meters, splattering the "mirror" before Cecilia with thick, white liquid. "(Uwoooooooo——!)" Had the gag not completely sealed her mouth, Cecilia would have undoubtedly cried out uncontrollably as this brain-scorching pleasure surged through her. This ridiculously exaggerated ejaculation lasted for several minutes, only ceasing when Cecilia's belly was completely emptied, her figure returning to its taut, alluring curves. Along with the gushing white fluid, a dozen or so juvenile tentacles, each over a finger's length, were expelled from Cecilia's nether orifice, mixed within the liquid. Upon hitting the fleshy floor, they quickly burrowed beneath the surface, disappearing along with the fluid. "(Ahaha... born... haha... hahaha...)" Cecilia's eyes rolled back, her consciousness dissolving into a chaotic haze. The repeated, intense mental assaults had rendered her incapable of comprehending her current lewd state, or even why she had come to this place in the first place. Yet, as the copious fluids were expelled from her body, Cecilia's ravaged form, which had been in a state of disarray, miraculously regained its original taut curves, even becoming more alluring than before. A small portion of the expelled fluid seemed to have been absorbed by Cecilia's body, bringing about indescribable, wondrous changes without her knowledge. As for any deeper, unobservable alterations, that remained unknown. However, in her current state, even if Cecilia's body had become more shapely, it was hardly a good thing. If this more fiery, more tempting, and proud physique could no longer be admired by others, and was forever to be the plaything of these tentacles, then it was utterly meaningless. After an unknown period, Cecilia, lost in her chaotic state, felt a tentacle gently caress the lock of the gag behind her head. A while later, with a click, the gag in her mouth loosened. The exquisite gag, which had been stuffing her mouth and forcing her to whimper, was slowly unfastened by a slender tentacle and removed from her numb lips and teeth. "Cough... Haa... Haa..." Her mouth, forced open for so long, had almost lost all sensation. Cecilia gasped greedily, her mouth wide open, unable to control the silver threads of saliva that dripped from her lips.

But only Cecilia knew that she was no longer a whole person. She had become a puppet strung up by an alien object, a fleshly conduit completely opened. The terrifying sensation of every inch of her internal membranes being pressed against and rubbed by the foreign object had utterly shattered her last defense as a "person." Regardless of whether this was some kind of defeat experience, or when it would end, or if Cecilia would return to her normal life, she knew her body had been utterly "destroyed" and could never be the same again. The few tentacles binding Cecilia's limbs and body slowly released the human livestock at this moment, but Cecilia, suspended in mid-air, did not fall. All her weight was now borne by the single tentacle that pierced through her body. Lying on her back, Cecilia's eyes widened, her mouth agape. The extreme foreign sensation filled every corner of her being. Under the unbearable pain, her entire body was forced to tense to the very tips of her fingers and toes. Cecilia was impaled in mid-air by this single piercing tentacle. She couldn't hold on for long before her body began to tremble uncontrollably from the pain. " (Pull it out... please... pull it out... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die... I'm really going to die... ) " Feeling her consciousness gradually slipping away, Cecilia, increasingly suffocated and unable to speak because her mouth was blocked, could only beg for mercy in her mind. If this continued, Cecilia felt she would truly be tortured to death by these tentacles, with no possibility of stopping or resisting. No matter how high and mighty Cecilia had been before, how much power she had wielded, she was now nothing more than livestock at their mercy. Fortunately, the tentacle piercing Cecilia seemed to know that this livestock was nearing her limit. It didn't continue to pierce her throat, causing her to truly suffocate. After a short while, it slowly retreated a bit, withdrawing the tentacle from Cecilia's mouth, thus granting her a sliver of freedom to breathe. However, even so, the majority of the tentacle remained inside Cecilia's body. The sow-like livestock was still impaled by this tentacle through her anus, forcefully held in mid-air. The intense discomfort from within her body kept Cecilia's limbs tensed uncontrollably. Unable to bear any weight in the air, she could only be held up like this, mercilessly. Her spirit already at its limit, Cecilia could no longer endure this endless humiliation. She reached out, trying to forcefully pull out the tentacle from her nether regions, tears streaming down her face as she let out a pathetic plea from her mouth. "Please... please pull it out...! If you pull it out, I'll do anything!" Cecilia's face was covered in tears, saliva uncontrollably dripping from the corners of her mouth. Her once cold and proud blue eyes now held only endless fear and supplication. "I promise I won't resist... I, Cecilia, will obediently become a vessel for breeding... I am livestock... I am lowly livestock for the tentacle lords to breed with..." "Tentacle lords, please don't continue to pierce my body... it's too painful... If you pull it out, I will obediently spread my legs, and I will accept whatever you do to me!" In reality, no one had demanded Cecilia utter such a shameful declaration of defeat. But this was the Archmage's heartfelt plea. Even though the tentacles likely couldn't understand, she cried as she offered terms of negotiation that stripped her of her human rights. When had the pampered Archmage ever endured such torture? This time, it had truly exceeded Cecilia's limit of endurance. Once that threshold was crossed, all her aloofness and rationality vanished like smoke. However, just as Cecilia's pleas subsided, the tentacle that had given her a moment of respite once again mercilessly pierced through the livestock's throat, forcefully prying open the Archmage's teeth, and once again completely penetrating this once unattainable and alluring body. "Oooohhh—!" Cecilia's body tensed uncontrollably in mid-air again, her head thrown back. The expression of arrogance and confidence from not long ago had long since transformed into a sow's face, drooling and rolling her eyes. The repeated forceful penetration finally caused Cecilia to completely break down, falling into a complete faint. Only the love fluid from her nether regions, controlled by her body's instincts, continued to gush out, as if it would never stop.