Defeat Experience Museum Series: Alisha Chapter

Alyssa's expression stiffened slightly. She took a deep breath, as if shedding a heavy burden, finally breaking through her hard shell. "Yes, I've come to seek... the experience of defeat." Her voice grew a little hoarse, but her flickering gaze revealed a final decision had been made. "Heh heh heh... Alright, then since that's the case, let's get straight to the point." Serena gently placed her silver pipe on the counter. The smile that always lingered in her eyes receded slightly, replaced by a focused sharpness. "Miss Alyssa, before we begin, I need to confirm the core service mechanisms and risks of my establishment. These are rules tailored for all our esteemed and powerful customers like yourself. Because your strength is so great, without restraint, I fear you might not be able to fully indulge, or even ruin my little shop." The proprietress leaned to the side and lightly tapped the wall behind her. Soon, lines of dense, obscure runes appeared on the wall, emitting a faint magical glow. "The service I provide is entirely based on this 'Absolute Obedience Slave Contract.' Miss Alyssa, you are the Vice Commander of the Imperial Knights, battle-hardened and brimming with fighting spirit, your will as unyielding as steel." Beneath Serena's seemingly serious tone, a hint of seductive allure was hidden, like a predator slowly ensnaring a beautiful prey willingly stepping into the abyss. "Therefore, once this contract is activated, it will affect every level of your physical being and your will. It will completely strip you of your ability to resist and your self-preservation instincts, allowing you to fully immerse yourself in the role of the 'defeated' during the experience, powerless and unable to struggle in any way." Alyssa clenched her fists, understanding what this meant. With Alyssa's strength, instinctive retaliation was etched into her soul. If it couldn't be completely stripped away, the experience of 'humiliation' and 'domination' she sought would be greatly diminished. "This is precisely what I require." Alyssa suppressed the rising excitement, responding with forced calmness. The proprietress smiled with satisfaction; this answer was not unexpected. "Very well. Then, next is the key to the contract's effectiveness. Miss Alyssa, your strength may exceed the absolute binding range of the contract itself. If you remain at your peak, when faced with extreme humiliation, the contract cannot guarantee you won't instinctively unleash your power and ruin the experience." Serena extended her hand, her fingertips tracing the counter. A uniquely shaped black crystal iron ring materialized before them. "Therefore, you must cooperate willingly. After signing the contract, you must immediately use this 'Magic Seal Ring' to temporarily seal all your knightly qi and mental power. This is a symbol of your voluntary surrender of your own strength, and the prerequisite for the contract's effect to become absolute." "Once the contract is activated, you will be considered a completely powerless ordinary person within the experience scenario, at the mercy of others. This is what you seek, isn't it? That feeling of utter powerlessness, and the despair of being unable to resist." "..." Alyssa's breathing hitched. The more Serena spoke, and the more she felt the captivating gaze and voice of the proprietress, the more she felt the burning desire for this 'utter powerlessness' raging deep within her heart. "I accept."

A blinding light flared, accompanied by a surge of magic. The runes on the stone slab and the script on the parchment simultaneously ignited with an eerie, blood-red glow, searing themselves deep into Alisa's lower abdomen like a brand. The contract was now officially in effect. The instant the contract's light vanished, Alisa's body convulsed. She immediately felt a profound emptiness, as if a powerful support had been ripped from the very depths of her soul. Standing here now was no longer the Alisa who was normally tenacious and possessed of unwavering knightly honor. She was merely a slave, dominated by the contract, awaiting capture by lowly goblins. Serena's face broke into a satisfied smile. She then picked up the black "Magic Seal Ring" and presented it to Alisa. Having taken this crucial step, Alisa no longer hesitated. She took the magic ring and placed it directly around her tender neck. However, with her strength nearly drained, wearing the collar didn't bring any particular sensation. It felt more like an ordinary slave collar, signifying the commencement of her path of utter degradation. "Now, my little slave, your special journey is about to begin." Serena turned and walked towards an inconspicuous wooden door on the wall behind the counter, lifting the curtain. As the proprietress softly chanted a spell, the wooden door was instantly replaced by a swirling vortex of ethereal blue light, emanating a damp, musty, and beastly magic. "Go. The experience you've been waiting for lies beyond this door." Serena slowly approached Alisa, gently taking the girl's chin between two fingers, her gaze filled with amusement and dominance. "Remember, my little slave, once you enter, you belong to the 'victors.' Anything they do to you is the fate you deserve as a loser. Go, embrace this irresistible humiliation." Beneath Alisa's still hesitant gaze, the excitement ignited by the prospect of humiliation could no longer be concealed. The girl's body trembled slightly, and she responded in a low voice, her tone laced with a contractual yearning. "Yes... Master." "...Heh heh, very good. And, you won't need this anymore." Serena smiled again, lightly pushing Alisa's shoulder. Simultaneously, her hand smoothly moved to the girl's waist, unbuckling and leaving the knightess's exquisite knight sword behind. Before Alisa could protest, her figure flashed within the blue vortex, disappearing from her spot. Alisa felt a dizzying sensation, and then her body crashed heavily onto a rough surface, smelling of dirt and something faintly strange.

The goblins shrieked in exaggerated cries, easily subduing the girl's tender, beautiful legs. They used another length of rope to bind her ankles tightly together, rendering them unable to separate freely, completely stealing Alisa's last chance to escape. Having done all this, the goblins seemed unsatisfied. They grabbed the ends of the ropes binding her wrists and the ends of the ropes binding her ankles, then pulled with all their might, drawing them closer together. "Ah—!!" A violent, almost back-breaking tugging sensation ensued. Alisa's body was forced to arch backward, contorting into an extremely shameful, shrimp-like shape. It was a posture she had only seen in interrogation rooms, used to completely strip prisoners of their ability to resist – the "Four Horsemen's Gallop." In this position, her entire weight pressed down on her chest and abdomen, making breathing instantly difficult. Alisa's proud, knightly supple waist could offer no relief from the pain. The female knight was forced to crane her neck back, her full breasts pressed firmly against the mud. "Mmm... mmm... let... let go..." Due to the extreme restraint, Alisa's resistance turned into broken whimpers, a sight that clearly pleased the goblins even more. However, the monsters did not stop there. To prevent their prize from making too much noise, one goblin grabbed a relatively clean scrap of black robe torn off earlier and roughly, without hesitation, stuffed it into Alisa's mouth, which was already gasping and begging for mercy. "Mmmph mmmph mmmph!!" All sound was immediately muffled. The fabric, carrying a mixture of Alisa's own saliva and dirt, made her feel nauseous, but more than that, it was a despair of being completely stripped of her voice. At this point, the once proud female knight was utterly incapable of calling for help, resisting, or even uttering a clear syllable. The power of the magical contract reached its peak at this moment. A strange force coldly suppressed the last vestiges of the knight-captain's reason in Alisa's mind, while simultaneously transforming this extreme humiliation into pure physical pleasure. Alisa's body trembled slightly, not just from the pain of the ropes' extreme constriction, but also from the excitement of her anticipated defeat finally becoming a reality. A hot current rose from Alisa's lower abdomen, quickly spreading throughout her body. The skin, tightly bound by the ropes, did not go numb but instead became incredibly sensitive. The goblins seemed very pleased with their handiwork and began to examine their prize with even more excessive actions. One goblin picked up a wooden stick and poked Alisa's firm, round buttocks. "Gua!"

Two proud cherries were mercilessly imprisoned by crude instruments, their once erect shapes contorted by the clamps, the surrounding skin rapidly flushing a tempting deep crimson. But this was not the end. The goblin cackled and stood up, holding the thin rope connecting the clamps, and slowly began to pull backward. "Ugh... Ughh...!" As the rope tightened, the pulling force from the clamps bore directly onto the nipples. To alleviate the excruciating pain that threatened to tear her nipples off, Alisha was forced to arch her chest, lifting her bound upper body off the ground. This posture made her appear as if she were actively presenting her breasts, offering her full, clamped bosoms to the monster before her. "Gugugu! Gahaha!" The goblins clapped and roared with laughter; this was precisely the effect they desired. The goblin holding the rope casually hooked the end of it onto a protruding stone pillar of a nearby stone platform. This way, any time Alisha wanted to relax or rest, the rope would immediately tug at her nipples, causing intense pain. To avoid the pain, she had to constantly maintain this extremely shameful, "sacrificial" posture of chest puffed out and head held high. Sweat trickled down Alisha's slender neck, dripping onto the distorted flesh of her breasts. Internally, she felt her dignity shattering bit by bit with the thin rope. Where was the dignity of the Knight Commander's second-in-command now? She was merely a beast forced to present herself to the goblins to avoid further physical torment. And from her gagged mouth, amidst the whimpers of pain, a hint of an uncontrollable, pleasurable moan began to mix in. Having adorned her chest, the goblins seemed to feel that something was still missing from this bare, fleshy commodity. One goblin, from who-knows-where, produced a broken earthenware pot filled with a black, foul-smelling, viscous liquid. It was a kind of cave mud, mixed with monster excrement and unknown plant juices. The goblin dipped a large glob of this black mud with its finger and, with a wicked grin, approached Alisha. "Ugh...?" Alisha watched in terror as the dirty finger drew near. The next second, a cold, slippery, and foul-smelling sensation landed on her flat, smooth, and high-arched abdomen. The goblin treated the female knight's body as a canvas, sloppily smearing the black mud onto her skin, which was as smooth as congealed fat. Although Alisha couldn't see what was being written, she could guess from the surrounding goblins' mocking laughter that it was nothing good. The black mud stood out starkly against her snow-white skin. The goblin seemed to be enjoying itself, and it wasn't satisfied with her abdomen. Its finger moved downward, leaving its "masterpiece" on the inner thighs, knees, and even the taut buttocks, strained from her previous struggles. "Cum receptacle," "Public toilet," "Bitch"...

Seeing the object, Alisa instinctively opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but all that came out was a meaningless moan. Alisa knew very well that she no longer had the right to refuse. The goblin roughly pried open her chin and shoved the large, fishy-smelling gag into her wet mouth. "Mmmph!" The leather strap tightened behind her head, fixing the gag firmly in her mouth, forcing her jaws to remain agape. Her pink tongue writhed powerlessly beneath the ball, saliva uncontrollably dribbling from the corners of her mouth. Alisa knelt on the edge of the stone platform, panting heavily, her chest heaving with violent, rapid breaths. Although the murky liquid she had just drunk had quenched her thirst, the ensuing shame made her body feel even hotter. "Ugh! Gak gak!" The surrounding goblins did not disperse after the feeding show ended. On the contrary, they seemed to have immediately thought of more amusing games. A few of the stronger goblins stepped forward and roughly untied the ropes that secured Alisa to the stone platform and the ones connecting her limbs. However, they did not remove the nipple clamps on her chest. The two nipple clamps were connected by thin cords, dangling from Alisa's chest, an undoubtedly immense and humiliating "decoration." However, without the restriction of the ropes binding her limbs, Alisa was finally able to relax a little. But after maintaining the doggy-style position for so long, her limbs were already numb and stiff. The throbbing ache from the blood returning felt like a thousand ants gnawing at her bones; even straightening her limbs seemed like a luxury. Alisa thought she would be dragged back to that dirty corner and thrown into a pile of grass like trash to spend the long night. However, the monsters did not do that. The goblins formed a circle, their greedy and malicious gazes appraising the pale, well-formed body, despite the humiliating graffiti covering it. The once powerful female knight, now a goblin's trophy, a top-tier piece of meat, should be used to its fullest. A particularly corpulent goblin, clearly of higher status, swaggered over. It did not touch Alisa directly but pointed to her back, then to the ground, issuing a few short commands. "Slap!" A whip cracked hard against the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust. This was an order. Although she couldn't understand the language, the threat of the whip and the monster's actions were clear enough. Alisa bit down on the gag, enduring the ache in her limbs, and painstakingly moved her body, daring not to disobey the unintelligible command. She didn't know if it was the power of the slave contract, but there was a strange psychological suggestion driving her to obey. Slowly, following the monsters' instructions, Alisa struggled to writhe her delicate body on the stone platform. Her bound limbs severely restricted her ability to move, allowing her to only inch along the ground. If the ropes connecting her limbs had not been removed, Alisa might not have even been able to move this much.