Prologue: Golden Maso Empress, Anal Plug Fitted♡ Womb Tattoo Branded♡ "Oguuuuuuugh♡♡♡ Groooooook♡♡♡"
Gloria soars through the air right now. Or more precisely, she's being dangled and swung around by a giant nearly 10 meters tall.
After her rock-hard breast milk was forcibly extracted, followed by squeezing out enough to fill nearly a hundred cows, Gloria gets a brief moment of rest—though it's less rest and more preparation for the next punishment. Then the giant subjects her to anal fisting.
"Ooooooh♡♡♡ Cooooooock♡♡♡"
Gloria lets out sounds no longer like a cow, but a boiling hen. It's only natural, given how her precious sphincter is being mercilessly destroyed.
"Aghk!!♡♡——Guhk!♡ ——Gurrk!!—Kroooooock!!!!♡♡ Eekiaaaaaah!!!!♡♡"
Gloria screams with the strength she once nursed on, belting out vulgar wails. The giant towers nearly ten times taller than a human. Even with his slender build, each finger is over ten times the size of a human's—thick and massive as a sturdy stallion's cock. And right now, two of those fingers are inside her.
He's prying them left and right. Gloria's sphincter is utterly ruined. It's become a slack, gaping shithole♡ Unlike her pussy, which at least boasts some elasticity, her ass is now a worthless, floppy void. No more the satisfying rip♡ of tearing muscle—just a loose rectum oozing faint blood and translucent fluids.
The livestock manure, vagrant piss, and beggar shit that lingered in her guts had long since gushed out like from a bottomless jar when her sphincter first tore. The giant, treating her like an amusing bug he's found, hoists her up and keeps stretching her asshole with his fingers.
"O♡♡——— Oooook!♡♡ Uguuuuuuugh!!!!♡♡"
Like a clown performing ass acrobatics, Gloria twitches her gaping rear toward the plaza. It's just tremors from the pain of her torn sphincter and the ongoing stretch, but still.
No telling how wide her shithole has gaped. Probably to a horrific degree. Wide enough to call the empire's grand whore—no, the empire's public sewer hole. Right in front of her subjects, exposing her asshole like this♡ Someone's probably projecting the scene with a magic lantern. From worthless beggars to noble ladies, all mocking her disgrace.
Worse than when she bared her anal wrinkles before. Now it's not just the hole—her rectum's depths are on display♡ Shit stains, fluids, twitching inner walls, the abyss within the abyss♡ A fantasy she'd savored in dreams has become reality, far crueler than she'd imagined.
Pleasure, shame, despair, pain—all tangled together. Gloria desperately craves rest. Cool water, lavish feasts. Greasy meat slabs and sips of decades-aged wine from her opulent life.
"Oogh♡ ————Oooooooock♡♡♡♡?!"
Slam!! No time to indulge in nostalgia—the giant yanks her up and smashes her into the ground. Like a crushed fly spurting vulgar juices, Gloria face-plants into the plaza's center.
"Kugh.........♡♡ Kgh.........!"
Eyes rolled back, nose gushing blood, limbs severed, ass leaking filth—Gloria groans. The anal stretch seems done. The giant steps back, his rage somewhat sated, looking pleased.
Gloria feels her mind slowly return. If the stretching's over—next comes fixation.
"Bring it here!"
Soldiers watching from the sidelines haul over a massive mechanical device like an oversized dildo. But not quite—more like a giant plug. Less a dildo, more a dam gate for a hole. It presses into Gloria's asshole.
She winces at the jolting shock and stinging pain, but with her ass long since torn, there's no destructive agony. Just...
Vrrrrm.
Reacting to her mana, the plug sealing her asshole glows faintly and locks in place. Made of elastic material, it swells perfectly to affix itself—click! The entrance seals shut.
'It's locked... locked in♡♡♡'
Gloria shudders in mental ecstasy, her pussy drooling vulgar juices. After baring her rectum's depths to the crowd like a worthless spectacle, now sealed with a colossal anal plug♡ This is life below human. No freedom even to shit. The absolute bottom of the bottom. The worst of the worst♡
As the plug expands, her intestines compress, bringing suffocating pressure. Burning abdominal pain—intense cramps and the urge to void—but with her hole fully blocked, she can't even fart.
Life below livestock. Even cattle can shit, piss, and fart freely. Even tomorrow's slaughter stock can eat, excrete, fart, and sleep. But not Gloria. Her life ended; she's just a public meat slab in female form. Lower than the empire's dirtiest beasts.
This is truly, utterly... the most pathetic♡♡♡
"Ook♡♡!! Oogh♡♡ Ooo-ho♡♡"
Gloria is certain this surpasses even Alisa's misery. And today's life-ending ceremony isn't over. Her urethra still twitches, spraying yellow piss♡ Splattering female juices, Gloria pisses richly before her subjects, big labia flapping.
Bathed in endless contempt, she awaits the next torment. After urethra and clit torture, Gloria blacks out. Cold water jolts her awake, shivering.
The long day nears its end. What fresh torment, what punishment? Her heart swells with anticipation as the empire's central mages appear.
Fewer than a thousand in the empire—she remembers their faces. Every trivial exchange, every word. Once they bowed to her like a goddess; now the central mage smirks slyly, extending his slender staff.
"Commence womb tattoo enchantment."
Ziiing♡ Ziiiiing♡
From the emblem on her belly, vivid golden light spreads. Turning the symbolic livestock tattoo real. Becoming a bobble-doll that cums endlessly♡ A vivid meat toy.
"Ho♡♡ Hoog♡♡ Th-this♡ This iiiis♡♡"
Gloria trembles, her lower belly radiating warm pleasure, body quivering. A womb magic she'd commissioned for research—purely for female ecstasy. Pleasure as torture.
Seems contradictory, but excess stimulation turns to pain. Of course, she'd take any torment over neglect.
"Ho♡ Hoog♡♡ I-it♡ Itches♡♡ C-cumming♡♡ N-no♡♡ O, Ooo-hoook.....!!♡♡♡♡"
Her womb's skin itches. Agonizing pleasure like stroking her repeatedly climaxed clit epidermis. Coating her skin in hypersensitive erogenous zones. Itchy, tormenting bliss spreads like a painting over her womb.
Cumming♡ Cumming—♡ But not quite—♡♡ No escape from the remote womb tattoo magic. Twisting like a maggot changes nothing; the inscribing pleasure grips her womb.
"———Hagh♡♡ ——Hah♡♡ B-breath♡♡ Can't♡ ———B-breaaathe♡♡♡ O♡ Ook♡"
Not sexual climax bliss. No squirting relief. It's calm ecstasy from her body being flooded with pleasure chemicals—an almost surgical procedure. Her upper belly now bears skin more sensitive than her clit. Delicate female flesh, meant for tender protection, throbs with unwelcome bliss and heat.
Plurt♡ Pluuurt♡ Air bursts from her twitching vagina. Her ass, denied even gas for hours, spasms in agony.
Wanna thrash♡ Move♡ Cum♡ At least fart♡♡ Run♡♡ Realizing how blessed idle comfort is, Gloria writhes.
——Of course, with magic alone, she could self-destruct now. But death's too soon. She can't abandon this despair and pleasure for oblivion. She'd rather tremble in ecstasy and agony to the end.
"Hoog——♡ Hooooooogh....!♡♡♡♡"
Overwhelmed by heavy pleasure, Gloria pisses herself shaking. The womb's neural bliss makes even urination ecstatic and climactic. Her twitching urethra itches; she shudders harder.
Her subjects barely react to her pissing now. They've ogled her ex-emperor's asshole up close, watched her spew filth. Now she's just a fun doll. Alive, pretty, reactive—a vulgar onahole lump.
At last, the womb tattoo completes. Glowing vivid gold—like her mana's hue—the crowd cheers anew.
By the empire's new law, bearers of this tattoo are public property below livestock—the commander on stage, the people's rep, proclaims it. Soldiers prop up the limp, unfulfilled Gloria. They remove the limb-severing rings from her stumps.
Just one day severed, but regaining sensation in numb limbs feels bizarre. Why restore them? She expected another day limbless.
"To celebrate crushing this lowly meat and birthing a new empire, the magic tower sends a celebratory exhibit."
Celebratory exhibit? Gloria muses inwardly as the giant hauls a massive jar—a cylindrical tank big enough for a person. Iron-sealed top and bottom, translucent sides filled with writhing red flesh: a jar of succubus tentacles.
"You'll spend every night here from now on."
No sooner said, the giant lifts her onto the stage. Limbs or no, resistance is futile. Aloft, Gloria peers into the jar below. No mere tentacles—these are magic tower specials, modified to remodel, hypersensitize, and induce heat in humans. And it's eight-tenths full of thick pink aphrodisiac slime.
The giant lowers her slowly. For the first time in nearly two days, her limbs flail futilely. A faint fishy scent, sticky sweet slime, octopus suckers schlurping♡ onto her skin. Tentacles embrace her shapely calves and every toe.
Intense aphrodisiac and the alien wriggle on her toes bring itch and pleasure. Toes and calves could make her cum.
"Hyah♡♡ N-nooo♡♡ S-stop——Oooooooock♡♡ W-wait♡♡ Mmph♡♡ Mguuuh♡ Mgoooo-mmph♡♡"
Powerless against the tentacles' grip—neither strength nor magic works—Gloria can't resist. In seconds, she's fully ensnared and sucked into the jar. Clank— the lid seals.
Bombarded by pure pleasure, Gloria wails in climax.
"Uguuuuuu♡♡ Oooooook♡♡ Hooooook♡♡!!! Guoo♡♡ Oooooook!!!♡♡"
Her bull-like screams echo inside the jar. From head to toe, she'll be developed till dawn. A perfect onahole namesake.