Prologue: Golden Maso Empress – Vulgar Life-Ending Defeat and Submission Before the Citizens
Once, a girl awakened Gloria, who had lost all will to live—a girl from the infamous central marquess house of Shabera, the eldest daughter, Pallio Shabera. For her grave sins, she was stripped naked and forced to crawl through the capital while being whipped, enduring utter humiliation. Scorned and mocked by the citizens, wearing a dog muzzle, wiggling her ass as she crawled—that sight is still unforgettable.
"...........!!♥"
About twenty years later.
"─────♥♥♥"
Gloria crawled through the capital in the same state—no, far worse. Clad only in flimsy lace-like rags over her naked body, she must be wriggling her ass and massive tits along what was now the grand avenue of the empire.
Why "must be"? Because right now, Gloria could see nothing and hear nothing.
The leader of this rebellion had discovered all of Gloria's shameful fetishes. After that, her depraved lusts were exposed (though the meticulous preparations for this downfall went unnoticed). Amid the soldiers' snickers, Gloria's body was vulgarly bound, her ears and eyes covered, forcing her to crawl on the ground.
She had no idea where she was going or who was around her.
This disgrace, and all the sexual violence, torture, and amusement to come after her ruin—it was all somewhat what Gloria expected, in fact, what she had meticulously planned herself. In the grand scheme, it wasn't so different from her past indulgences────except now, there was no turning back.
".......Ooooh♥♥"
But the scale was on another level entirely from her previous escapades. It was thrilling beyond measure in her fantasies, but in reality? There was no changing it if she didn't like it. She could use magic to self-destruct, or plummet into an abyss worse than hell, hated by tens of millions of imperial citizens. Those were her only choices.
So far, though, everything was unfolding just as Gloria had hoped. Not happiness. Not comfort. But the utmost fear and uncertainty, shame, terror—the raw sensations of being alive.
Slap!
Gloria shuddered at the whip's impact cracking against her ass. She wanted to moan, but the gag in her mouth sealed her voice away.
"Ooooh!♥♥! Ooh!♥♥"
Splat!! Slap! Slap!
"~~~~!!!"
Gloria had indulged in such deviations countless times. She'd even disguised herself as a sex slave, hiding her identity, enduring whips and sexual torture aplenty.
Crack! Crack!!
But she'd never felt a whip laced with genuine malice like this.
Tears streamed reflexively from the sheer pain. She wanted to crawl faster, but the harness around her neck and back tethered her to whatever was pulling from behind, preventing any haste.
Crack! Crack!!
Sounds barely registered. In Gloria's dark, muffled world, only the searing pain of the bloodied whip assaulted her relentlessly.
When her ass went numb from the agony, a warm sensation washed away the pain—healing magic, ensuring her torment never ceased.
It hurts. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.
She could barely control her body. When the whips occasionally struck her massive breasts from all sides, the pain was so intense she could only writhe like a worm.
"─────!!!"
Still, the whipping urged her onward. Whips barbed like thorns struck her ass, tits, thighs, and sometimes her grotesquely protruding udders, leaving no room for thought.
Is it over yet? Not yet?
Drooling saliva and tears, Gloria pressed on. She crawled over the hard cobblestones using only her elbows and knees—like a quadruple-amputee woman. The thought aroused her so much that her pussy grew wet.
How many imperial citizens were watching her? Gloria felt her heartbeat quicken, a hot blaze igniting in her chest.
"Ooooh♥♥ Oooh♥♥"
Thanks to her rigorous training for this day, Gloria endured another ten minutes in this torturous hell.
Finally, the whipping stopped. She felt the leash and harness around her neck and body loosen, the taut pull from the heavy weight behind her releasing.
Then someone yanked hard on her leash.
"Kehk!"
Her throat constricted momentarily, making her cough, but they ignored it and kept pulling. Gloria crawled along obediently.
It felt like stairs leading to a platform. She climbed, muscles straining.
"Hah♥ Hah♥ Hah♥"
She wanted to bark like a bitch in heat, but as empress, she clung to some shred of dignity. Pointless now, of course.
At what she guessed was the top of the platform, she sensed soldiers around her removing the restraints on her limbs. The special bindings that forced her arms and legs folded like a dog or pig were undone.
With her limbs free, Gloria knelt, waiting for the blindfold and earplugs to be removed.
'...........Finally.....♥'
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart pounded wildly. Her chest tightened below the ribs, breath catching in her throat.
Extreme tension, regret, a sinking lurch in her gut.
She'd fantasized this scene hundreds, thousands of times. Climaxing endlessly to visions of ultimate humiliation, her life ending in shame.
But reality—
Whoosh!
Gloria's earplugs and blindfold were ripped away. The sight before her made her head spin.
The empire's grandest plaza. And stretching from it, four massive avenues. This plaza, wide enough for hundreds of carriages side by side, teemed with hundreds of thousands of people.
Men, women, young and old—eyes filled with loathing, hatred, faint desire, and violence.
"..............Hahk....♥"
Her breath caught. This was no fantasy. Colder, more merciless than her hot, passionate dreams—no drama, no pleasure, just raw, terrifying reality.
Her heart plummeted. Gloria wanted to escape this moment. The overwhelming spectacle, the inexpressible shame and embarrassment—she wanted to shut her eyes and pretend it never happened.
Grip.
A soldier seized her hair from behind.
"We have captured the empress who committed atrocities—no! This vile whore who defiled our nation's history and sanctity!!"
Then the roar. A unified WAAAAAAAAAH──── erupted.
The chorus of voices sent shivers through Gloria. The heat and clamor shook the platform beneath her.
Amid the cheers: "Kill her—kill her—no, burn her alive—no, chop off her limbs—"
"As you see, this whore's body has fallen beneath beasts, her mind forsaking humanity. Thus, for seven days, we shall etch her sins into her flesh once more!!"
The man, seemingly the commander, pointed to the tattoo on Gloria's belly.
Gloria had been captured just recently. This tattoo proclaiming her a female livestock was over a decade old, and the crowd knew it well.
But it hardly mattered. What counted was the noblest empress, tattooed as female livestock, exposing her naked body without reserve.
The crowd's cheers thundered again.
"Atone. Confess your sins, you vulgar whore. If you apologize sincerely, we'll grant you the maximum ruin and despair you crave."
This was one of the scenes Gloria had planned and anticipated. This man must be a subordinate of Samiel, her confidante who'd promised her downfall.
"Do it now."
Kicked in the back, Gloria slowly rose and faced the crowd. Cold sweat trickled down her breasts.
Nearly a million eyes bored into her. Before them, she had to declare it all—her vulgar, pathetic, embarrassing, ugly true face laid bare.
Gloria bowed low, head to the ground in prostration. A shameful pose. Unbefitting an empress.
────Ooooh♥ A thrill surged through her entire body.
It's over♥ Over♥ Just speak the declaration of defeat—and everyone here will know.
That Gloria was an irredeemable pervert beyond association.
This truth would spread to hundreds of millions of imperial citizens.
And it wouldn't end there. It would be etched in history books, analyzed, mocked, and despised for decades, centuries—perhaps eternity, every dirty secret exposed.
How terrifying────and exhilarating!
"Eut… Ooooh…♥ All you imperial citizens…♥ Today, I, Gloria, empress and female livestock, dare… dare to bow my head and kneel before you…♥ No... I kneel…♥♥"
With each word, her womb clenched. Her heart felt ready to burst, palms slick with unending sweat.
"Behold this filthy tattoo etched into my body… look upon my form…♥ Yes, I carved this tattoo myself…♥ For over a decade, I have been a hopeless masochistic bitch yearning to be ruined and defiled before you all......♥"
The plaza fell eerily silent, as if eager for her defeat declaration. Amplification magic carried her vulgar words crystal-clear to the farthest edges.
"Every night, seated on my golden throne, exploiting you citizens… deep down, I awaited only this moment, fingering and twisting my body to climax after climax…♥"
Her dog-head mask prevented seeing their faces. That let her speak even more boldly.
Her words flowed freer than even she'd planned, pure slutty bitch ramblings.
"I tortured countless people, turning them into mere meat for climax, onaholes, eye candy—and I alone savored the pleasure…♥ Listening to their screams, I secretly thrilled, spreading my legs on the throne, indulging in lewd acts unknown to all....♥"
No more. She couldn't bear it. Imagining their reaction to these words was impossible.
Terrifying. Too terrifying.
But she couldn't stop♥ Each utterance dilated her veins, flooding her mind with unparalleled ecstasy. No woman could resist.
Gloria continued.
"I enslaved giants, exploited dwarves, made women cum-dumps, laughing at their misery…♥ But in truth, more than anyone, I envied them, yearning for my own life to end in ruin…♥ I pretended to be a tyrant, a lofty empress, but ultimately, I craved your rage and hatred to trample me into this wretched mess…♥"
As she spoke, her vision cleared, her mind sharpened. Masked and trembling, she poured out word after word.
The haughty empress she was—gone. A speck of pride and self-esteem remained, fueling her arousal all the more.
"Show no mercy to this female livestock…♥ Crush me with your fury until I can never rise again. Torture this vulgar body, make me regret being born a woman, torment and use me as you desire♡ I know this bitch-meat can't contain the hatred of your hundreds of millions...♥♥ But I beg you thus. And I apologize from the depths of my soul♥♥"