Prologue: Golden Maso Empress – Nipple Duct Expansion♡
The next day at dawn. As the date rolls over into the early morning hours, the empire's central square lies relatively deserted. Most ordinary imperial citizens have dragged their weary bodies home, leaving the empty space to be filled by even lower scum. Thugs, beggars, orphans—the socially weak, the dregs of society in Gloria's eyes, utterly base and worthless.
They've flocked to the square upon hearing the news that they can do whatever they please to that exalted empress. A handful of guard soldiers stand watch, but they make no move to stop the rabble approaching Gloria.
The beggar who reaches her first yanks down his pants without hesitation. These decrepit, disease-ridden street vermin haven't touched a woman in ages—not even the cheapest whores would have them anymore, and they lack even the strength to force themselves on anyone. For creatures who could only rape dying animals, Gloria is like forbidden fruit from the heavens, even as she stuffs her face with her own shit.
"Hurrrk! Pukugh! Glug… Puk… Poooook!!♡♡"
The gathered beggars and vagrants slam clubs into Gloria's belly, bloated full of pig shit. Each blow makes her asshole spasm, spewing out yellow filth that travels through the translucent hose straight into her gaping mouth. Tears stream down her face as she squeals like a hog in futile resistance. But with her throat stretched wide by the hose, she has no choice—she gulps it down.
"Ooooh!!"
The beggars cheer in delight. Gloria, with her peerlessly beautiful and voluptuous figure—like the goddess of sex incarnate—the woman they weren't even allowed to glance at, the empress who could slaughter hundreds of thousands with a single word, now lies before them, limbs sealed away, devouring her own excrement.
Gloria's body convulses violently, perhaps poisoned by the shit, but a nearby priest casually casts a spell to stabilize her. It doesn't purge the filth inside or the waste itself, just prevents the toxins from corrupting her mouth and body entirely. After all, Gloria must suffer for a long, long time.
To the beggars, she's the ultimate plaything. Those who've dropped their pants shake their cocks and splatter her face with cum. Once spent, they grab sticks to batter her belly again, throttle her neck, piss on her, or collect their semen in small jars to pump into the hose.
"Ooo...!! Oggrrrk!!♡♡"
Sweat pours from her in rivulets as Gloria's chest heaves. They trample her lewd tits, venting every ounce of pent-up rage. As time drags on, they yank the dildo from her pussy and start thrusting their cocks inside. You'd expect her hole to be a wrecked mess, but Gloria's depths remain as snug and warm as a virgin's, milking them dry in moments.
As more men crowd in, unable to get a turn, they unite in stomping and abusing her pussy and clit. Until the morning sun rises.
Afterward, Gloria's body is mounted at the front car of the empire's sacred train. As it hurtles forward at breakneck speed, she dangles there like a severed head on a pike or a crudely raised flag, brazenly on display as it heads to other cities. Plenty harbor grudges against her, after all—they need to tour as many places as possible to sate the imperial citizens' fury.
Before long, she arrives at the empire's largest commercial hub just outside the capital, denied even a moment's proper rest before the second torture ceremony begins. The limbs Rin harvested from her haven't regrown yet. Gloria lies exposed before the masses like a butchered beast on display, her milk-pussy bared for all.
Her body is a mess of shit, filth, cum, and bruises, but high-level healing magic keeps it pristine.
"Uwoh?!♡♡ Ouuuugh♡♡?!"
This time's torment is "hole expansion". To cap off the finale of Gloria's life-ending ceremony, developing every inch of her body and stretching her holes is essential. But it can't be grotesque—she wants to meet her end while preserving her exquisite beauty, per her own twisted wish.
Thanks to that, every torment inflicted on her blends advanced science and magic. First, they stimulate her mammary glands internally, widening her nipple holes to let mana-infused milk flow free. Right there in the square before the gathered citizens, Gloria sprays glistening white milk from her tits.
"O♡♡——— UGH!!!♡♡ Ooooh!!♡♡———— Kuuuugh!!!♡♡"
Drool spills endlessly from her ring-gagged mouth. Sweat slicks her entire body, gleaming like she's been oiled up. Amid it all, milk fills bucket after bucket on the ground below—but after the third, it slows to a trickle. Her breasts and ducts feel clogged, suffocatingly blocked.
Gloria snorts like a pig, straining her chest desperately. She's used to clenching her asshole, but her tits are unfamiliar territory. The frustration drives her mad. She needs to expel it. She needs to milk it out now.
The watching citizens hurl curses and lob stones or objects. Each hit to her breasts sends her writhing in agony. "@!#$~~~!!!" No screams escape. Her drug- and magic-sensitized udders throb with pain from the slightest jiggle.
She's thrashing like a lunatic, but no one pities her. They jeer "serves you right", mocking her, egging on more suffering. That hostility, the mob's assault—it's terrifying, intoxicating, exhilarating. Gloria must be history's greatest villain, unforgettable. Whenever they think of her, only hatred rises.
Another stone strikes; pain explodes through her mind, but it only draws more curses and violence. Hit again, she climaxes amid the torment, squirting clear fluid. Her pussy overflows with leaked milk, sweat, and her own slick.
Again♡ Climaxing from my tits♡ The pleasure bursts from the clogged ducts to my nipples, spreading to my severed stumps like waves crashing against a breakwater, flipping my mind inside out. I could never get used to this.
"What the hell? Why isn't the milk coming out?"
The man on the platform—some high-ranking commander, by the look of him—questions a researcher-like scholar. Gloria's faulty faucet, dribbling milk despite stimulation, clearly displeases him.
The scholar stammers, "The modifications are fine. But forcing milk out too quickly can cause residual matter to solidify in the ducts."
"Meaning..."
"Yes. We have to physically squeeze it out. With breasts that size, though, we'll need a more forceful method..."
Their conversation is clinical, detached—but to Gloria, the words drip like horror. Squeeze it out? My♡ tits?
Even a single stone hurts like death. Though the pain's different, the stimulation rivals having her limbs hacked off. And now, to wring them dry. Public milking was part of her designed end, a torture she anticipated—but squeezing hardened ducts? Unplanned, unimaginable.
Vague anticipation and dread surge. Another unprecedented pleasure and pain awaits. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump♡ Thump♡ Thump♡ Thump♡ Thump♡ Thump♡ Thump♡ Thump♡ Her heart races so fiercely she fears it might stop, tension coiling tight in her chest.
".........♡"
Before her looms a massive breast extractor, perfectly sized for her tits. The boxy machine sports holes on all sides except its framing. Her breasts slide neatly inside.
"—Huff! —Huff!"
But that's not all. Above and below the extractor, horizontal cylinders lie like tank treads, ready to roll forward and wring her dry.
The heavy cylinders whir to life, slowly crushing into her breasts. Gloria's eyes bulge bloodshot as pain wracks her, body shuddering.
"Oeup! ♡♡Keuup! ♡Uk… Oooooook!!♡"
The upper breast has fewer ducts, so the pain ends there. Terrifying— the real agony hasn't even begun. If only she could escape, flee, scream for them to stop. But gagged like livestock, only animalistic groans escape.
Kuuuuwuuuk♡
From the top, like kneading dough or squeezing a water balloon, the arm-thick cylinders roll downward, milking her tits.
"Kuuuuuuuuuung!!♡♡ Heugruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung!!!!!!!!♡♡"
Crunch♡ Spluuurt♡ Cruuunch♡
The sound of solidified milk shattering inside her expanded ducts echoes—like crushing snacks buried in her chest. Crack♡ Crack♡ Craaaack!!♡
"Kuuuuwuuuuuup!!♡♡ Kuoooooooook!!!!!!!!♡♡"
Spiiiish♡♡ Spuuuush!!♡♡
Unstoppable squirts erupt from her pussy. Bombs detonate in her ducts—like shattering thin glass inside them. Pleasure surges, but the pain eclipses it, unimaginable. Her mind blanks white; nothing but agony remains. Clear squirt, then vulgar yellow piss sprays toward the crowd. Hanging limbless against the wall, the jets arc far with immense pressure, but she can't care.
"Mheuuuuuuuuuuuung!!♡♡ Huoooooooook!!!!!!!!♡♡"
Her body jerks vulgarly, eyes rolling back, drool pouring past the gag in shameless screams.
Meanwhile, the extractor reaches her nipples and retreats smoothly. Her breasts glow angry red; from the tips, thick yellow-condensed milk oozes. Her gaping nipples pucker♡ pucker♡, dribbling sticky fluid.
"Inject again."
Syringes pierce her breasts; the clit-stimulation dildo in her pussy pistons wildly. Special lactation serum derived from creatures captured in the Succubus Tower—more effective on high-mana users. Normally alternated with rest and milking for efficiency, but this is punishment time. Force mana in, heal stamina and mana deficits magically, then sexual torment for nonstop extraction. Inefficient, but perfect for spectacle.
"──Puhuu!♡♡ ──Huuup!♡♡ ─Huu♡♡ ──Huuook!!♡"
Gloria pants shamelessly, chest heaving as if she'd sprinted nonstop for minutes. Sweat drenches her; her own bitch-musk fills her nostrils.
Deeming her dehydrated, soldiers pry open her anal hole and pump in scalding water.
"Kooo♡!! Oooooook.....!!!♡♡"
The pump floods her guts. Her inflamed body fills with fresh heat; she climaxes from the spreading warmth. Splaaash♡♡ Bitch-juice scatters into the air.
"Good. That boosts efficiency. Use hot water enemas for all future milkings."
"Ooooh...?!♡♡"
Gloria panics briefly, but injections and heals refill her tits. The extractor whirs menacingly, descending once more.
"Miyaaaaaaaak!!!!♡♡ Gyaaaaaoooooook!!!!!♡♡♡"