Prologue: The Golden Maso Empress's Eternal Petrification in the Female Exhibition Museum (Part 1)
The Female Exhibition Museum is a grand cathedral dedicated to taxidermying and displaying women in every conceivable manner. The empire's grandest such museum now teemed with crowds of all sorts.
Gloria, all but naked, walked handcuffed through the cathedral's heart. Trailing behind her were nuns from the monastery, knights, priests, and assorted clerics. Flanking the museum's main entrance stood rows of petrified women statues, their faded eyes greeting Gloria in hollow welcome. Even if awareness faded after a few years, as reports claimed, to linger in consciousness while turned to stone was torment worse than death.
Gloria had longed to become one such statue. Reports of lingering aftereffects had forced her to abandon the dream in the end—but for the finale of her life-ending ceremony, she would be enshrined here, in the museum's vast central plaza beneath the dome. Day after day, she would drink in the gazes of thousands upon thousands, petrified mid-orgasm, forever exposing her lewd, vulgar secrets in endless degradation.
Suppressing the smile tugging at her lips, Gloria walked with a teasing sway of her hips. Her ass was enormous to begin with, and the massive anal plug made every step a trial of excruciating focus.
Passing through the museum's ornate doors, she strode past a saintess writhing under torture, a fallen noblewoman, an imperial woman unjustly framed. Women enduring amputations, tentacles, torments, orgasms of every variety all widened their eyes at the sight of her.
‘..........♥’
She who had once ordered these very exhibits on display now walked naked among them. She would suffer humiliations and agonies dwarfing anything they'd known. What thoughts filled their minds now? What hatred—or envy—stirred in their hearts? Gloria ached to flog them all, but time slipped away. Her permanent dethronement was scheduled down to the minute.
A bit farther on, an enormous domed chamber yawned open—the grandest exhibition hall, the museum's greatest plaza, reserved for her petrification. Save for the massive taxidermy altar at its center, the space was a flat expanse of marble flooring, designed so Gloria's petrified form would be visible from every angle.
Reaching the plaza's heart, Gloria slowly ascended the altar's steps. With every footfall, the end of her life loomed closer. Behind her followed the mages, nuns, clerics, and soldiers tasked with her enshrinement.
"................"
At the plaza's center, Gloria's arms were spread wide and locked in place. High clerics and officials conferred in low tones as restraints methodically clicked onto her body. Why bother with bonds if petrification awaited? But there must be reason enough; Gloria accepted them in silence.
Her knees folded under restraint, pussy and breasts splayed brazenly wide, she was bound atop the altar like a sacrificial offering.
".............Hah♥ Haaah....♥"
Tension coiled slowly within her. She'd rejected Samiel's pleas, faced her sentencing at trial with cool detachment—but now the reality sank in.
Gloria was less than livestock, the empire's public property. Her tits, her pussy, her face, her voice, her every scrap of privacy—all belonged to the empire. This was no mere declaration before the masses. This was utter downfall: reduced to a stain on the wall, treated as communal chattel as a matter of course.
Not the terror of a lofty fall, but something vaguer, purer. Soon she would be complete public good, unchanging through the aeons.
"Before commencing the permanent dethronement of the former empress and empire's public property, our great empire——————"
The long-winded oration began. From the altar, built to hold thirty thousand souls, Gloria surveyed her final vista. Mostly nobles and highborn, though commoners mingled in. Her gaze drifted to the dome's walls, where her reflection gleamed sharp and clear. The entire expanse was mirrored glass, courtesy of Samiel granting her last wish: petrification at her most beautiful.
Adorned in lavish golden jewelry and slathered in the finest cosmetics, Gloria shone at the peak of her allure.
"———and thus, the former empress shall serve eternally as public property and mana engine for the empire!"
With the man's proclamation from the altar, Gloria's permanent dethronement commenced.
Bound like an offering, arms locked wide, she watched the cloaked priests approach with their array of sex tools. Veils shrouded their faces, sex, age—all anonymous. The first implement: a tentacle cluster smaller than a fist, hundreds of thin legs sprouting from its semi-mechanical form. Pink fluid dripped steadily; steeped in aphrodisiac.
With clinical efficiency, they inserted the slender tentacle machine into her breasts.
"Oh♥ Ooooooh!! My tits, eeeeeeeek!?♥♥"
Deep. Writhing mechanical tendrils burrowed through her gaping nipples, delving to the core. Half-alive, they spread through her spread-wide nipples, infiltrating the deepest recesses. As the tendrils wormed into every fatty crevice, Gloria squirted from her pussy in shattering climax.
Her vulgar moans echoed across the hushed altar. The onlookers come to witness the empire's mountain of offerings reacted with silence. The cold air drove home the truth—this was truly her end—freezing terror to her marrow.
"Oog♥♥♥ Oooooooooh♥♥♥ Ha♥♥ Haah♥♥♥ M-milk♥♥ D-ducts♥♥ Invaded!!♥♥♥"
Alive-like, the thin limbs fanned out inside her breasts, piercing each milk duct one by one. Poking agony and ecstasy like needles in her guts—Gloria lost her mind.
"Hng♥♥ Ho♥♥ Aagoooooh!!♥♥"
For hours beyond count, the aphrodisiac-soaked tentacles ravaged her nipple holes. Her tits were cheap meat sacks that came from mere teasing. All the more as breasts were a woman's most sensitive erogenous zones, her mana core. Now invaded cell by cell.
The mechanical tendrils rooted deep in her breastflesh, locking with a jittery zzzt zzzt zzzt♥ and hardening firm.
"Ha......♥ Haaa............♥"
Her breasts were fixed. What should have jiggled, swayed, writhed—now perfectly rigid. Burning pain and pleasure smoldered ceaselessly from the spreading roots within.
True, utter modification♥—treating her from head to toe as eye candy and onahole. Gloria shuddered violently. Gooseflesh prickled across her skin.
She stared at her nipples, oozing clear fluid, gaping holes twitching vulgarly. Hideous. The other priests, knowing as much, seized her tits and nipples with needle and thread.
To craft the most beautiful statue before petrification. A statue with flapping nipples would sully the sacred altar.
Fine needle and thread pierced her nipples; a pinprick of blood welled.
"Hii♥♥ Hiyaaaaaaaah♥♥ Hggh♥♥♥ Ooooooh!!♥♥"
Clank clank! Her restraints rattled. Bitch-juice streamed from her quaking thighs.
Not done yet—the other nipple met needle and thread. Gloria shrieked anew, raw and splitting.
Vulgar screams, bestial howls. Against the eerie silence around her, the contrast chilled to the bone.
Breasts complete, now the massive cylindrical dildo. It plunged into her stretched cunt, forearm-thick.
Custom-molded to her, it slotted in seamlessly—like an extension of her body. From afar, no one would spot the monster impaling her.
"...........Hah♥ .......Hoooh♥"
No spikes, no pain. But packed with functions—heavy throbs of mana pulsed within. Gloria dared not imagine what♥.
Pussy filled, next: anal. Her plug's lid popped open with a vulgar prrrt♥.
No food in her gut, so no stench—but shame flushed her face crimson. No jeers, no mockery; just her solitary embarrassment.
Separate from her hopeless masochism, under their mute stares—what did she seem? Not lustful perversion, but something else. Thrilling all the same.
Prrrt♥ Pruuuuuurt!!♥♥
Pent-up bowel winds blasted out in majestic, thunderous farts—her expanded anus amplifying the shame. Head bowed, Gloria trembled in the bizarre humiliation of silence and her own depravity.
Assuming her anus settled, the priests pumped in hot, viscous fluid.
"Hoooog?!♥♥ Hooooh♥♥"
Hot slime-fluid, thick as syrup. Like the enemas for forced evacuation—but this was meant to harden.
They filled her anal depths, then sealed the lid.
"Hng♥ Hoooh!!♥"
Beyond the rim, past sphincter and bowel, the thick translucent goo swelled, hardening into springy jelly. Her ass burned hot. The hardening pressure and agony squeezed vast pleasure from her anal mana lines.
Pure, exquisite ecstasy radiated to her core mana channels. Untouched, yet this intense.
"Hoog♥ Hooooooooh....♥♥"
Shivers wracked her. Her torso quaked naturally—but the rooted tentacles locked her tits immobile. Instead, pleasure throbbed deep from her anchored milk ducts.
"Huu......♥ Huu........♥♥ Huuuh................♥♥♥"
Body prep done, the priests draped her in ceremonial tools and withdrew. As the last cleared the altar in the dome plaza, the magic hummed to life atop it.
The taxidermy had begun.