Quadruple-Amputee Saintess Yuria - Finale
"───────Kyaaaaaaaah?!"
Yuria's body convulses wildly from the sudden blast of electric shock, her eyes snapping open.
"Guh, guh?! Wh-what♡ the hell♡ guh?!"
What her opened eyes behold is her own body—limbs devoured by tentacles, pumped full of every kind of drug, and thoroughly violated.
"Ha?! Ugh♡ Oogh♡♡ I'm♡ cumming♡♡ Just♡ woke♡ up♡ Oogh! Hngguuuuuuut!!♡♡♡"
Right before her eyes, Yuria's massive breasts swell even larger. They're now so enormous she couldn't walk down the street if she tried, and from her inverted nipples leaks some unknown milk, gurgling wetly as it dribbles out.
Yuria writhes in ecstasy. As she resists with screams laced with pleasure, the body before her trembles its limbs too. The abs in front of her spasm like they're having seizures. Her sucked-in waist and ballooned-out ass twitch and squirm.
Yuria can't comprehend what's happening. This mirror is far too vivid. No way, no fucking way.
Yuria rolls her eyes upward to gaze at the neck of the flesh before her. And there she discovers it—her own headless body.
"Guuuugh♡♡ Ooooooooh!!♡♡ What♡♡ the♡♡♡ fuck♡ did you, guh! Stop♡♡ Oogh!! Ooooooooh!!♡♡"
Yuria recalls the memory from just before she passed out. After birthing the tentacles and completely losing the saintess's blessing, the tentacles unleashed a torrent of aphrodisiacs and narcotics upon her.
Breasts, upper thighs, armpits, neck, sides, nipples, anus, anal hole, pussy, inside the vagina. Every inch of bare skin on her breasts became as sensitive as a normal woman's clit. Every single tissue of exposed flesh across her body hypersensitized to the point where even the slightest touch felt like death.
Only then did the tentacles grab thick and thin ones—for copulation or mana extraction—and begin ravaging her anal hole, her vagina, her clit, her nipples, her breasts, every orifice that functioned as a woman's.
And it didn't stop there. A thin tentacle slithered into her nose, spewing gas thick with aphrodisiacs. In that instant, Yuria sprayed nosebleed and shock-died—or so she thought.
When she regained consciousness, what she found was her own torso. A torso with its head cleanly severed.
────Precisely, the tentacle's magic had teleported only her head away from her body, separating it.
"Oohk♡♡ Ooohk♡♡"
Yuria lets out a moan from the violent signals of pleasure. Her neck is locked in place, forcing an ugly rasp from her throat. From the nipple-holes of her piston-fucked breasts come vulgar, panting squelches. Her pussy and anus fart out pussy queefs.
Pong♡ Poong♡ Squishsquishsquishsquish♡ Crunch♡ Crunch♡
Juices spray from the flesh before Yuria's eyes, splattering her face. Her face lies on the ground, forcing her to gaze up at her own body suspended in midair. That body, half-swallowed by the octopus tentacles.
Her voluptuous breasts are already defiled with tentacle semen, her once-pink nipples thoroughly dirtied. Yuria's face alone flushes beet red, her head shuddering in pleasure.
Now she can't even shake her head. Yuria thrashes in the torment that pleasure has become. The body before her quakes violently. That sight—that utterly pathetic, hideous sight—is Yuria's current self.
Muscles twitch like she's got the cramps all over, digesting the agony. Her abdomen convulses like it's seizing up.
"Oohk♡♡♡ Eugh♡♡ Eugh♡ Eugh♡ Eugh♡ Eeeugh♡ Sto♡ p♡ view♡....."
Yuria can only watch every process of the pleasure assaulting the body before her. Details she'd never see normally—from the intricate movements of her pussy, to the armpits and ass holes being fucked, even those parts.
Her sturdy body makes it all the more grotesque. No matter how much aphrodisiac floods her, twisting her in ecstasy, no matter how her every muscle and nerve strains to the limit under extreme stimulation, Yuria's body doesn't tire.
Like a massive fish thrashing on dry land, the raw ugliness hits hard. The huge breasts, the cinched waist, the ass, the violated holes—all of it horrific beyond words.
This. No need. To see. This shit.
"Stoooop iiiit♡♡♡♡♡ Oohk♡♡♡♡ Pleeeease stooop♡♡"
Her body toyed with right before her eyes, and Yuria must watch it all helplessly from a third-person view. She has to stare at the tentacles' intimate motions she'd never see otherwise, watch her erogenous zones stimulated, those erect zones thrashing like they have minds of their own.
Yuria's huge nipples wriggling, her navel, her body soaked in sweat like it's been dunked in a river. The stench of sweat and female musk wafts straight at her, and for the first time, Yuria confronts her own bitch-in-heat smell, her head spinning.
At this point, she doesn't even resent the tentacles anymore. She just desperately prays for this moment to end—but the tentacles don't stop.
After her clit finishes, the tentacle buried in her anus stirs.
"Guooooooohk?!?!♡♡♡"
Gurgle, gurgle. The long tentacle plugged in her anus swells and shrinks repeatedly.
At the same time, Yuria notices the tentacles in every other spot except her anus have gone still.
"Gu, guh♡♡ What♡ the—hic?!♡♡"
She'd read it in a book once. Women have three erogenous cores. First, the nipples. They expel milk and such, the most direct source of nutrients and mana for life itself.
That erogenous zone, Yuria's pride and joy—her breasts—are massively swollen now. Bloated like a cow or sow, leaking milk and semen.
The second is the clit—actually, every part inside the womb is erogenous. Including the G-spot, all of it. The primary zone tied to the womb.
Yuria's pussy is a tattered wreck right now. Red and puffy, her inner walls stinging from high-speed pistoning and urethral abuse from countless orgasms.
Last one left—the anus's──────
"N-no♡♡ Nooooo♡♡ Guh! D-don't!! Just♡♡ limbs♡♡ if only♡♡ I had limbs!!"
Yuria instinctively panics and flails, but with her limbs, neck, and body separated, she can do nothing. Even if she'd kneel and beg pathetically in terror and despair. Even if she hated it enough to die.
The tentacles show no mercy.
Yuria has no options left. She knows that. Knows it, but can't help resisting.
"Guh?! Ooooooooh!?"
The female erogenous core deep inside the rectum. The anal line, or mana line. Outside the womb, it manages the body's mana and life force flow, purifying the purest mana.
A zone so deep in the pelvis no normal person could reach. Roughly 10cm inside the rectum.
Of course, ordinary humans can't stimulate it. Can't even give pleasure. Yuria knows this only because she explored masturbation beyond vaginal play—most people don't even know it exists.
That spot, capable of the purest pleasure yet safest, now invaded by a tentacle.
"..........Haa♡ Haa♡ N-no♡ Sc-scary♡ So scary♡ Terrifying....♡ But scary.....♡"
It's terrifying. Insanely so. This is dangerous. The pleasure so far scraped nerves directly, sending ecstasy and currents through her body. But this? Heavy, stinging, painful. Like the heart of her erogenous core.
Squeeze♡♡ Squeeze♡♡ Like a massage, the tentacle quivers minutely inside her anus.
Yuria, shuddering, feels the strength drain from her body's muscles. Until now, intense pleasure kept every muscle tense without rest—now the opposite floods in.
Like the limpness of death overtaking her whole body. Strength floods out of Yuria's muscles, piss streaming from her pussy.
"Guht♡♡ Ohht♡♡"
Even the sensation of pissing feels like pleasure and pain. With the clear urine, the tentacle at her mana line throbs thump♡.
"Oogh?!♡♡"
No orgasm. But a deep pleasure surges up, dragging from her womb, pussy, whole body.
"Ha♡ Haa♡ Wh-what♡ is♡ this♡ What♡♡ Oogh?!♡ It won't♡♡ come♡ down♡♡♡♡"
A heavy lump of pleasure lingers at her anal line. Its aftershocks numb her womb and every erogenous zone.
As if just beginning, the tentacle chuckles gleefully. Yuria glares up desperately with just her eyes.
Whether their gazes meet or not, the tentacle continues stimulating her anus.
It gathers. Gathers. Gathers. At the anal line, the womb. The pussy. Her whole body. The heavy, hot pleasure dragged upward accumulates.
This, this is dangerous♡ Dangerous♡ Dangerous♡
It's gonna burst. Gonna blow. Yuria senses in that moment she'll shatter.
She endured tentacles piercing every hole, gas injected through her nose. But this♡♡ no♡♡
Inside her rectum, the swelling, endlessly vibrating tentacle intensifies on her anal line. Crimson light spreads from it.
Her decapitated head—blessed or cursed—lets her see exactly what's happening in her anus. The tentacle inside blasts orgasm rays in all directions. Her belly glows pink from it.
Here it comes♡ Gonna die♡ Die♡ Die♡ Diiiiie♡ Pathetically dyed in pleasure, spraying nosebleed in death. Her squirting urethra holes will shred. Brain nerves will burn out from overload. Her guts will twist. And massive shock might stop her heart.
In deep despair, utter despair—
────Unaware that deep down, a tiny part of her psyche is enjoying this.
────She takes the anal line's bomb-like heavy orgasm full-body.
Spraying nosebleed—convulsing—shitting from her asshole—blood tears from ears and eyes—she cums────
────The next day, the knights and nuns who came searching for Yuria are defeated by the tentacles and orcs, turned into meat urinals birthing mana and monsters.
────Three days later, Yuria toys endlessly as the tentacle monster's amusing plaything.
────Five days later. Though developed from toes to fingertips, Yuria clings to hope.
────Two weeks later, rescued by a large-scale knight order and kingdom soldiers dispatched.
────One month later. Deemed guilty of blasphemy by the saintess and aiding monsters, her trial at the Holy Tribunal is confirmed.
────Two months later. Ruled mentally unfit for trial, receives further treatment. Several times after. Reports sent of Yuria's body mysteriously severed by inexplicable magic.
────Half a year later. Sentenced to eternal living exhibit at the Female Exhibition Museum.
────One year later. Sentence executed. Thus, Yuria becomes the first living taxidermy specimen.
Height: 168cm
Weight: 125kg
B: 165 (+40) W: 80 H: 132
For defiling the saintess's seat and abandoning her duties, the criminal Yuria is sentenced to spend her remaining life as an exhibit in the Female Exhibition Museum.
The criminal is deemed to consent to publicly displaying her profane, lewd body for all to see and servicing visitors in every conceivable way.
Criminal Yuria shall be firmly bound by holy artifacts, forbidden from orgasm for life via body-control magic. At the same time, her obscene body shall accept tentacles to provide pleasure to museum guests.