Prologue: Golden Maso Empress, The Dawn of Limbless Livestock Exhibition♡
Without a doubt, the most agonizing moments of Gloria's life drag on relentlessly. Dozens of thin needles pierce her breasts, nipples, and clitoris. In that state, they heat the needles red-hot or jolt her with electricity, making her entire body convulse like a frog's.
She's always carried herself with haughty grace, draped in lewd outfits that stoke the dominion-lust and sadism of countless men. And the imperial citizens—who needed permission just to gaze up at her—now scream in frenzy as dusk settles. Children and elders have gone home, but everyone else, women included, remains drunk on the heat. Humans are inherently wicked, after all. And they all harbor a desire for ruin.
Cases as extreme as Gloria's are rare, but everyone surely revels in that dual craving for desire and thrill. That's why the fever of this horrific torture spectacle shows no sign of cooling.
Gloria's body has been mangled beyond recognition, yet instant recovery magic and meticulous care preserve her jade-like figure, flawless skin, and stunning beauty intact.
"Oh... ugh......♡♡"
Sunset creeps in, and Gloria's allotted torture time nears its end. The pain was deathly during the ordeal, but now, as it wraps up, a pang of regret stirs—such an immature thought from her still. The crowd roars in cheers, ignoring it all.
Perhaps from the endless torment, a shrill tinnitus rings in Gloria's ears. Amid it, the man on the torture platform's podium holds up a paper and bellows something. It's likely a litany of her crimes, read aloud to the masses to justify her punishment.
"—And thus, this loathsome sow shall receive the sentence of Livestock Exhibition!! She will be displayed with every shameful inch exposed, touring the empire so every citizen can deliver rightful retribution!"
"............♡♡♡"
Gloria's second prepared punishment. Her body taxidermied like livestock, fixed to a mobile exhibit frame, parading through every major city nationwide. Fresh torments await at each stop.
Gloria's life-termination ceremony has only just begun. "Life termination" doesn't mean death. It means a existence worse than human—as livestock, a beast awaits.
"..................Hah♡"
After that grand proclamation, soldiers bustle about, signaling the next punishment's start. Soon, they haul in a restraint frame designed for human display, complete with circular rings sized for Gloria's limbs.
Freed from the torture chair's bonds, Gloria rises slowly. Reflexively, she shields her massive sow-like breasts with her arms, but soldiers seize her wrists, forcing them wide.
Straight-backed now, unlike on the chair, Gloria exposes her jiggling breasts to the plaza—untethered by clothes or supports. They sway with a heavy boing, more pronounced than before.
Sensing another event, the citizens cheer and hurl insults.
'................Ah♡ So embarrassing...♡'
She’s already forgotten the prior torture. No time to dwell on the past when this moment is pure bliss—the pinnacle of her life, never to be matched.
Soldiers snap circular rings onto her arms. Click. The instant something like a button engages, sensation vanishes from her arms—from the shoulders down. Her arms are gone.
A pseudo-quadruple amputation, one might call it. An idea sparked by watching Saintess Yuria Anselos’s humiliation. Physical severing renders one helpless, but plummeting into ruin via her own design? Far more exquisite.
Arms simply chopped off is too commonplace, anyway. Larger rings follow, stripping sensation from her legs below the hips. Unlike standard amputations, recovery would be fiendishly hard if the rings broke— a key difference.
Of course, she has no intent to lose her limbs permanently. Arms, legs, shoulders, thighs, shins, soles, toes, fingers—they're all prime erogenous zones, vital parts of Gloria's body pulsing with vivid sensation.
Shrunken and helpless, Gloria is hoisted up and mounted on the human restraint device—neck, torso, thighs, shoulders, and hips locked in place.
Once secured, a massive dildo slots into her pussy—the very one Gloria used for masturbation. Squelch. It embeds deep, then locks firm.
"Ahhn......♡"
Gloria's dildo detects mana. A succubus toy. Right now, it's set to "tease mode"—irregular stimulation and mild aphrodisiacs, calibrated to deny climax forever.
She'd pair it with clit or nipple play for peak before, but limbless now? Nothing but edging awaits. Pussy juices drool as she stares ahead.
Disgusted glares, aroused stares. Violent citizens' eyes meet hers.
".............Hah...."
The onslaught of gazes feels suffocating. Has any woman in history been exposed to so many eyes? Likely the first. She might cum from stares alone.
Arousal surges, juices flood—but no release. The succubus dildo morphs mercilessly, kneading her slick inner walls, pacing itself to thwart orgasm.
"Oogh......♡♡ Ngh...!♡♡"
But it's far from over. Soldiers approach with a two-meter hose. They pry her mouth wide and shove it in.
"Mmmph!!"
Thrust deep into her throat, it triggers dry heaves, but soldiers silently fix it firm. Her gagging throat bulges wildly; her massive chest heaves.
Clank! Clank! Breath cut off, she writhes—but as a limbless sow, escape odds are nil. Like a pig skewered and squirming, her ass twitches.
Sneers echo as the hose inflates inside her throat, filling it tight. Her jaw stretches to its limit. Custom-made for Gloria—it fits like a glove.
Soon, she breathes again, huffing whoosh♡ whoosh♡♡ like a base slut, her exhales puffing from the hose's end.
Confirmed secure, soldiers ram the other end into her anus. Intense intrusion, yet her ass—trained by anal destruction masturbation—swallows it easily.
Mouth to anus, a full circulatory loop. Finally, snug nose plugs seal her nostrils. Breathing only through the hose now, Gloria pants raggedly.
"...........Huff!♡♡ Huff!♡♡"
Normally, this setup would suffocate fast, but holes in the hose's center allow air—and infusion.
"Ooh?!♡"
The frame flips 180 degrees. Vision inverts; her huge tits swing pendulous under gravity. Breasts drooping over half her view, she watches a soldier jam a conical funnel into the hose's midpoint hole.
"..................♡"
It begins. It begins♡ Another fantasy she's masturbated to countless times becomes real♡
"A sow needs no human feed!!" the podium man bellows. A sack-sized barrel of pig feed thuds before her.
"...............Huff♡ .........Huff♡"
Sacred Empire pig feed mixes standard grains with pigs' manure and urine to save resources. Thick sludge of shit, piss, and grain stench. Extra feces ratio here—for easy hosing.
Cheers erupt as sow feed pours into the funnel. Glug. Glug. Gravity propels the slurry down the hose toward Gloria.
"Oooomgh!? Pffooorrr♡♡ Gllrrggghhh♡♡ Nn, nmmph♡♡♡, glrk! Guh♡♡♡ Oooghh♡♡♡"
Gulp♡ Gulp♡ Gulp♡
Mouth forced agape, Gloria swallows to survive—no, the deep hose forces it down. Truly livestock♡ No choice even to swallow denied.
Pig shit and feed inflate her belly like a pregnant woman's. Bloated and belching inside, she feels the churn.
"....... Your Majesty."
"...................Ooommgh♡♡"
Eyes rolling, she spots hooded Samiel amid the soldiers—disguised seamlessly, whispering low.
"Enjoying it? This sludge is packed with pig aphrodisiacs and digestives. In an hour, your guts will twist, writhing like worms—and you'll shit it out your mouth♡"
Her body ignites at the words. The dildo prods her pussy, teasing climax with perfect cruelty.
"Excited by my words? Watching you, I might turn masochist myself...♡ Anyway, before your life-termination ends, I'll honor our deal—one final choice. Only self-ending makes it true termination."
With that, Samiel melts into the soldiers. No reappearing till the end, it seems.
Gloria's belly boils. Recalling ancient kingdom punishments: forcing traitors to eat their own shit till death. Once horrifying; still is. That's why she craves it.
How much revulsion will quake her as she devours her own filth? Guts roil. Slender belly undulates; grrrumble♡ skin ripples up and down.
Anyone watching sees a base beast with gut pain and diarrhea brewing. Men scream at her shame; women sneer. Artists sketch, reporters film. Filthy beggars suck thumbs from afar.
Night has fallen, yet excitement burns undimmed. The long night begins; Gloria squirms as gas leaks from her anus.