Prologue: Golden Maso Empress, Permanent Deposition, Total Life End Confirmed♡
"Ooooooh♡♡ Uguuuugh♡♡ Eeehoook♡♡ Aaaahn♡♡ Aaaaaah!!♡♡"
Sealed inside a tentacle jar and transported to another city, Gloria endured five more days of torture-level agony under the guise of punishment and atonement. In total, over those seven days, she hadn't slept even an hour a day, her body pushed to the brink with endless orgasms, dismemberments, violence, torment, humiliation, and submission play. It was inevitable that she'd pass out like a dead rat the moment it ended, remaining unconscious for nearly three days straight.
But Gloria's life-ending ceremony wasn't over yet. The grand finale still awaited, and the day of her trial—leading to that finale—drew nearer with every passing hour. Whether because all power and authority had been centralized under her, or for some other reason, the imperial military had sorted out the bare minimum of state affairs in less than two weeks and decided to prioritize her disposal above all else. From the once-mighty ruler who commanded the empire, she had fallen to the status of the first human—or rather, sub-livestock—public property. Just three hours remained until her fate was sealed.
"................♡♡"
Gloria shuddered as she slowly opened her eyes. Her arms and legs were each bound by iron chains anchored to the wall, allowing her only the slightest movements. She scanned her surroundings slowly. A familiar place. The empire's underground prison, once used to hold nobles slated for purge.
Beyond the iron bars stood a woman's silhouette. Gloria blinked several times, her blurry vision sharpening.
"Did you enjoy yourself all this time, Your Majesty?"
It was Gloria's bodyguard—and the collaborator who had orchestrated her life's utter ruin from the shadows. The woman's smile suggested pure delight; she must have watched every moment of Gloria's suffering from afar.
Gloria tried to shift her body, only to tremble from the lingering aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her. The fleshy cover over her womb bore an engraved vulva, and after nights of nonstop tentacle gang-rape, every inch of her—from toes to fingertips—was hypersensitive to the extreme. On top of that, she'd endured all manner of violence, with devices implanted deep in her pussy or her guts filled with gas until she was on the verge of death, granted permission to vulgarly expel it all only when an anal plug was finally removed. On the final day, she'd been subjected to all-encompassing pleasure-torture—tickling or ecstasy, impossible to tell—laughing herself to death, screaming until she blacked out.
Her body ached with excruciating pain in proportion to that sensitivity. Had the world always been this agonizing? Gloria steadied herself against the aftereffects from days ago, and Samiel waited a moment before speaking.
"Your Majesty. This is the final day. The last day of your life-ending ceremony. I told you I'd give you a chance to choose, remember?"
"........Yeah. I remember."
Samiel was treating Gloria—the empire's public property—like an empress still. So Gloria responded in kind, with imperial poise.
"This isn't pity or mercy on my part. It was part of our original agreement."
Samiel extended her hand.
"Just say the word here—'save me'—and I swear, as the empire's greatest thief and your loyal subordinate, I'll pull you from this mess. But—"
Samiel paused, then continued in a cold tone.
"You won't be able to live like this anymore. Your disgrace has been exposed to the entire empire. If you vanished, countless eyes would burn with fury hunting you down. So, Your Majesty, from now on..."
A life filled with violence, pleasure, and stimulation would end.
"You'll be locked away in my hideout. No one else to meet, and I won't indulge your perverse cravings anymore. In some forgotten rural village, alone, isolated, endlessly boring and dull—and utterly, boringly normal."
"............"
"Better than being preserved in the world's most horrific way, right?"
Samiel flashed a knowing grin. She knew it all. This was a test for Gloria.
"There's an organization that's known your perverse tendencies since your kingdom days—I tipped them off. I needed allies early on to ensure your downfall."
"Ha....... So it was the Magic Tower after all..."
"Hehe. Of course. The petrification relics you collected from the Succubus Tower, the mana-absorption tools, the biological experiments— all custom-made just for you. With your approval, of course♡"
"........"
To dangle that offer moments ago, only to shake her resolve with these words now♡ Gloria prided herself as clever, capable, and commanding. But she couldn't claim total dominion over the empire's governance, its development, progress—or even her own downfall plan. Some items for the life-ending ceremony had been commissioned under the pretext of "classified development for special purposes," but Samiel had exposed them long ago.
"You wanted to be petrified, to preserve your beauty forever. To etch your name into eternity. A perfect artifact matching those desires is complete—you could experience it. Of course, only if you refuse my help."
"..............Ha♡, haha."
Gloria's voice dripped with fresh arousal.
"In a few hours, you'll stand on the execution platform disguised as a trial court, a disposal ground. There, your crimes and depravities—photos or videos of you secretly masturbating like a slut after becoming empress, for instance—will be laid bare, drowning you in shame♡"
Gloria swallowed hard at Samiel's tightening, releasing grip on her words.
"All your secrets exposed, you'll be mocked, despised, and sentenced to unimaginable punishment. And the moment that sentence drops, I can no longer save you."
At some point, Samiel had unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, kneeling to meet the bound Gloria's gaze.
"Do you understand? No turning back. Not a day, two days, or a week. For an eternity so vast it defies comprehension, you'll be preserved in the Female Exhibition Museum you built, despised by all, screaming silent screams in endless agony and ecstasy."
Chilling words, down to her bones. Exactly what Gloria craved most.
"After a week of torture, you realized imagination and reality differ, right? Reciting your filth before the entire empire, prostrating naked, limbs severed with your lewd asshole gaping, force-fed cum and sewage, treated worse than livestock... That fantasy was sweetest in your mind♡ But in truth? Humiliating, painful—you wanted to take it back. Deviance is best left as fantasy."
Gloria knew that tired truism better than anyone—she'd felt it, regretted it, screamed it herself. No need to hear it.
She bit her lip and bowed her head. Seeing this, Samiel dropped her smile, her face expressionless as she asked again.
"Choose now. A dull, boring, but utterly safe and comfortable life? Or become history's witness, a preserved exhibit, suffering endless torment on display?"
"..............................."
A voice like eternal ice, demanding if she truly meant it. If she'd make this final, irreversible choice.
Gloria's heart pounded coldly. Each beat thudded heavy. She didn't want to choose. She wanted to savor this thrill—the final moment of self-determination—at life's end forever.
But she had to answer. Had to choose her own demise. Had to march to hell's cruelest gate herself. Had to confess her perversions there and beg for ruin.
Her chest tightened to bursting as she swallowed. Her heart ached. Electric tension coursed through her limbs; sweat poured from her bound palms.
A boring, dull, but safe and comfortable life—or...
"..............I... want..........."
"Pardon? What was that?"
Samiel tilted her head.
".........Completely .........like this..................end it..................for me."
"I can't hear you, Your Majesty."
Gloria slowly bowed her head as far as her fixed limbs allowed, assuming a dogeza posture.
Gloria was the empire's public property. She'd chosen it. And above all—
"So...! Ruin my life! Make me a spectacle, treat me worse than livestock, expose my vulgar shame and preserve me...!!"
Confessing her masochistic habits wasn't new. But the humiliation never dulled.
Her cheeks flushed crimson as she cried out.
"Record me as the lowly, foolish masochist bitch-empress, etch it in history forever...! I love regretting it while wailing in pleasure and pain! So ignore me and end my life. .........Destroy me in the worst way possible.....Destroy me, please....♡"
Her imperial garb stripped away, her naked body like raw chicken exposed as subhuman, degraded further to beast-worse than worst, lowliest treatment... The thrill, the depravity, the agony—it was exquisite. She knew she'd regret this choice, but that eternal, horrific regret was what Gloria had pursued her whole life.
Not rage, not pain, not pleasure—regret.
Samiel nodded stone-faced.
Three hours later, in the imperial courtroom before thousands of spectators, under the pretext of debating her disposal, Gloria endured mockery, ridicule, and her preservation ceremony. At the debate's end, her permanent deposition—or rather, consignment to the museum and petrification rite—was decreed.