Succubus Prison

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Under continued training, Eliza gradually sank into despair and shame. She had come to understand that the only thing she could do was to sway her hips and beg for his penetration like a prostitute, but he ignored her.

Thinking of this, a large amount of viscous liquid gushed out from her lower body, pouring out like a flood breaking through a dam. In the end, she once again uncontrollably squirted in front of him, the peach juice dripping onto the chain between her white thighs.

"It just sprayed out like that? How shameless!"

"It seems that the noble priestess is nothing more than a lustful lustful flesh."

The cold mockery made her give up all resistance and accept her fate. She reflexively opened her legs, revealing her wet, horny vulva.

“My Lord, I… am willing to uphold the doctrine of bloodlust and completely entrust my soul to your hands. Whatever mission you bestow upon me, I will not shirk my duty. I will unconditionally obey your requests.”

This means that both their souls and bodies have completely degenerated into his slaves.

【Blood Priestess - Eliza】

[Affection Level: Absolute Obedience (Soul Contract)]

The moment the master-slave soul contract was signed, El secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally ending the long process of training.

This training session, including the preparation time, has lasted for about a week. During that time, she was also left alone a few times because she had to spend time with her sister and Eileen. In reality, it has definitely exceeded a week.

This job as a dominatrix is ​​not something an ordinary person can do, nor is it something an ordinary person can do well. More importantly, without the "Sacred Realm of Lust" in the "Desire Sutra," a novice like him would not be able to complete such a difficult training so naturally.

Only in the face of lust are all women equally helpless.

However, I feel that if this goes on for any longer, my mental state will soon become abnormal.

When El put Eliza down, she immediately knelt on the ground, unable to stand up. From this angle, all she could see was his crotch.

Looking back, she realized that he had never pulled out that thing to humiliate her in front of her during all these days. This discovery made her doubt her own feminine charm once again.

After about ten minutes, she was slowly allowed to straighten up and move her body. She felt strange, as if her body had become accustomed to the feeling of being restrained. Without those shackles, it was like losing gears, and her whole body could not function normally.

Finally, she was helped out of the dungeon, which was soaked in sweat and semen, only to be met not with salvation, but with an even more tragic fate.

……

That same day, Al wrote a report about the incident and personally handed it to his sister.

Satella silently took the report, keeping her head down and not looking at her brother. After a long while, she finally spoke: "Okay, I understand. You can continue."

El couldn't help but notice that his sister exuded a timid aura that felt strangely unfamiliar.

In fact, during these days, Satella felt a deep sense of jealousy while reading his training log, but at the same time, she also experienced a feeling of extreme excitement.

This was because it perfectly matched her initial sexual fantasy—being imprisoned in the basement by her younger brother, then subjected to humiliation, abuse, and violation day and night, even childbirth. Her choice of prison guard as a profession was also subtly influenced by these subconscious thoughts.

His detailed summary report undoubtedly made her incredibly soft and wet, producing sticky vaginal fluid, ready for her brother to pull down her pants, press her against the desk, and force himself on her at any moment.

No, I can't let my brother find out that I'm actually a perverted older sister. Otherwise, after we get married, he'll be even more unscrupulous in cheating on me and having affairs.

She pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Your sister still has to work, so you go ahead and do your work. Come to my room tonight."

"Hmm." El nodded without taking it seriously.

After her brother left, she breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking for a moment, she took out a pair of handcuffs from the drawer. She hesitated for a moment, but finally put them on her wrists. Such restraint was not suitable for work, but the contrast between being a warden and being handcuffed gave her a sense of humiliation and a novel feeling she had never experienced before. Her full breasts began to heave uncontrollably, and she kept trembling and panting. It took her a long time to return to her usual calm state.

Finding that she had put the key somewhere, Satella casually broke the handcuffs, stretched her wrists, and then threw them into a nearby trash can.

Chains, handcuffs, and shackles can never bind a true strong person, but psychological shackles can do so with ease.

Chapter 66 Fireline Promotion

As night fell, El arrived at his sister's boudoir as promised. He gently opened the door and was surprised to find her already posed on the bed. Her exquisite and delicate body was draped in a soft, transparent veil, her hands were tied behind her back, and she wore a delicate lace blindfold. Her snow-white breasts and plump, white thighs exuded an indescribable charm and allure.

He swallowed hard, his breathing quickened instantly, and his face flushed. Looking at his sister, who was completely different from her during the day, he immediately reacted, admiring her carefully for a while before knowingly climbing into bed.

Sensing her brother's presence, Satella deliberately spread her legs in an "M" shape, seemingly intending to reward him in this way, while El buried his head deep down and gently licked the petals with his tongue.

"No~" Satella tucked his head between her plump thighs, her face already flushed red to her ears. "It's already very wet, let's just do it."

Since his sister had asked, El obediently pressed down on her and entered her, cupping her cheeks in his hands and kissing her red lips. Satella, regaining her senses, returned the kiss passionately, their lower bodies intertwined tightly—what a lewd yet beautiful scene!

After their intense lovemaking, El removed his sister's blindfold and untied the ribbon tied around her wrist. He asked curiously, "Sister, how did you tie yourself up?"

Satella felt somewhat embarrassed and turned her head away.

El suddenly realized something and smiled at her meaningfully. He must have summoned the illusion of jealousy. Now that he had the answer, he stopped asking.

He told her about the little things in his work and life, and how many unsatisfactory things became insignificant in front of his lover.

Satella listened silently, gently stroking his back with boundless tenderness and love.

It is clear that succubi are not insatiable creatures; sometimes, just a little bit of genuine love is enough to control them for a long time.

“Sister, I did indeed draw power from them.” El said softly, “The experiment was a success. The path of lust is feasible. Moreover, once the domain is expanded, as long as it is properly guided, desire can be aroused from nothing, and it can easily shake the will and rationality of any prisoner.”

Satella thought for a moment, her tone languid after the climax: "This matter is very meaningful. After you have recruited all those scarlet succubi, I can report to the Department of Justice and ask for your commendation. At that time, I can give you an independent management area and make you the warden."

Al was a little surprised. "I've only been with the company for a little over a month. Isn't this promotion too fast?"

Satella explained that there were only five positions for wardens, as stipulated by the Queen. Adding more would require amending the legal code, which was extremely troublesome.

That's why there are "special correctional officers" in prisons who are not nominally prison wardens, but actually wield the power of wardens.

For example, Gloria is actually the "top-level correctional officer" who truly governs the confinement area.

Although it is not common for a Level 3 correctional officer to be directly promoted to a Special Grade correctional officer, and usually only Level 2 or Level 3 officers are eligible to apply for promotion, it is not entirely impossible.

As long as you achieve something reasonably commendable, that's fine.

"Anyway, I'll leave this to my older sister."

From childhood to adulthood, hearing these words always made El feel at ease. An impulse surged up, so he reached out and hugged his sister tightly. After a while, she gently pushed him away with both hands, with a hint of coquetry.

You're pressing down on my wings!

"Then, sister, are you willing to let me hold your wings down for the rest of your life?"

……

After successfully training Eliza, feeling that the process was too time-consuming and inefficient, El reflected on it and began to conceive a group training plan. He felt that if he wanted to achieve it, he would have to rely entirely on Freya's mind magic, so he immediately found her and hoped that she could help him.

At first, Freya was quite happy to see El, and asked him with a charming smile if he had missed her. But after learning his purpose, she couldn't help but let out a soft snort of annoyance.

"So you want me to put down my work and help you train those bitches?"

El thought for a moment and said, "Or you can just teach me mind magic, and I can do it myself. I'm not sure."

Upon hearing this, Freya immediately reached out and pinched his cheek with an elegant gesture. "Silly boy, how can you be so cute? Isn't it a bit late to start learning now?"

"Please help me, Lady Freya."

"I just can't do anything with you." Her tone was indulgent, and she finally gave in willingly. "Okay, tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

So El took the opportunity to make a rather unusual request to her, "Can you give me anal sex first?"

Freya suddenly blushed and said coquettishly, "Get lost!"

So he took her hand, as if leading a reluctant swan, and walked outside.

"What's wrong with you guys!" Eileen pointed at them incredulously, puffing out her cheeks. "You're not going to hide it from us anymore, are you?"

Freya glanced at him sideways, wanting to see how he would respond.

El always believed that love should be sincere and open, without any need for timidity. Even when facing his mother and sister, he dared to be frank and say, "I love them all, I want to keep mistresses, I want to have a harem."

He explained softly, "You are all lovers I care about. I don't want anyone to feel that they have to sneak around when they meet, or that they have to hide their relationship with me."

Eileen naturally wouldn't bother to investigate his philandering and promiscuity; she was truly head over heels in love with him.

On the other side, Freya slightly curled the corners of her lips, her performance was fairly average.

They arrived at a clearing in the woods inside the prison. By then, the budding month had passed, and it was the season of blossoming flowers, which were in full bloom with pure white flowers.

These beautiful yet ubiquitous wildflowers are the result of the feet of the goddess of life walking across the earth. She is also the goddess of spring, one of the goddesses of the four seasons, symbolizing the revival of the earth and the renewal of life.

Al shared with her what he was going to do next, explaining the cause and effect of the matter, starting with lust and then moving on to reforming criminals, how to extend the "tentacles" of lust into the criminals' entire mind and body, and how to achieve more comprehensive and in-depth control by disciplining them as private slaves.

After hearing this, Freya was greatly shocked. She only knew that El had been busy with some things in the confinement area recently, but she didn't know exactly what he had been busy with. She stared at him and asked the most important question first: "Are you really lustful?"

Al honestly replied, "I was only recently selected."

He then demonstrated a sensual magic trick to her—[Transforming Desire into a Butterfly]. Magic condensed into a wisp of pink mist at his fingertips, transforming into a semi-transparent, alluring butterfly that briefly clung to her soft skin. She heard a faint gasp and a soft laugh in response.

Because she specializes in mind magic, Freya is extremely sensitive to charm, and she felt as if her heart was being gently tugged.

This feeling is something that cannot be faked.

Chapter 67 Group Domination

"So you were serious when you told me you wanted to become the King of Aetheran?"

Freya murmured softly, gazing at her beloved with a complex expression, before asking him, "So I'm the last one to know this secret?"

"You knew before my mother did."

Upon hearing this, Freya's smile deepened, and she said softly, "So when do you plan to report to the Empire, reveal your identity, and then obtain the honor and status that the Seven Deadly Sins deserve?"

El slowly said, "There's no rush. Compared to the other major lords, my sister and I have too shallow a foundation. If we start competing with them for the throne now, it would be too disadvantageous. So we need to be patient."

Freya was taken aback, and then realized that he had thought much more deeply than she had.

What she said next surprised her even more.

El suddenly pointed to the area on the left and said, "Well, I think I'm getting a promotion soon. I'll be in charge of a new area, and I'm planning to turn this woodland into a new prison area. I'll call it the Discipline Prison Area."

Freya was stunned again upon hearing this, her eyes filled with surprise. Thinking about it carefully, it was quite amazing. How long had it been? He had already become the head of a new prison area, almost on par with her.

Thinking of this, a ripple of love appeared in the depths of her eyes. She walked behind him, hugged his waist from behind, and whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Her words were gentle and tender, and she said that she had indeed not misjudged him.

After their tender moment, they continued walking and chatting.

Freya asked him, "Are you planning to take Erin and the others with you when the time comes?"

After thinking about it seriously, El said, "Let's forget about it. The new job doesn't seem to suit them. I'll find new subordinates."

"If you need it, I can give you some advice."

They arrived at the restricted area and met Gloria there. Speaking of which, she had been staying with El in the [Sanctuary of Decay] recently, and inevitably had been affected by some lustful emotions, feeling that her body had become much more sensitive.

The two mature succubi smiled politely and nodded to each other, standing on either side of El like mirror images.

El turned and exchanged a few words with Gloria, then turned to Freya and said to her, "Come on, I'll show you the fruits of my labor."

After a short rest, Eliza was led out again. Upon seeing El, she lowered her head, crossed her arms, and curtsied with her plump legs together, like a maid welcoming her master.

Despite being mentally prepared, Freya was still astonished when she saw this scene, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise.

She could clearly feel the power emanating from the great succubus in prison clothes in front of her.

It's no exaggeration to say that if a fight were to break out, it would be over in an instant, and who would survive would depend on who strikes first.

It's really hard to imagine that the infamous Blood Priests would be associated with the words "slave mentality".

“Shanu, as I said before, the time has come to spread the gospel to your fellow countrymen.”

El walked over, reached out and kneaded Eliza's buttocks through her skirt, then gently lifted the skirt and slapped her hard, leaving a pink mark on her buttocks, making her slightly pant.

“Yes, everything is as you wish.” Eliza had completely lost the majesty she once possessed as a high priestess at the pinnacle of power, and was now completely submissive. “I will obey your will and grant solace to the believers.”

Observing his behavior, Freya suddenly felt a chill run down her spine at the power of lust. Had El unknowingly influenced her before? She watched him suspiciously, and the more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed...

But that doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that she's already fallen for him and it's impossible for her to stop loving him because of this.

She is very satisfied with her current situation.

Perhaps we should be thankful that he didn't turn her into a submissive sex slave because of his lust for her beauty?

Freya composed herself, quietly tugged at El's finger, pulled him aside, and whispered in his ear, "Did you secretly train me?"

El raised an eyebrow, frankly admitting what he had done, without hiding or avoiding it, "Yes, I told you from the beginning that I drugged you."

"I knew it, you little rascal!"

"I wasn't like this before," Freya said coquettishly. "Did you start thinking about how to take over my body from the very first moment you saw me? Humph, don't think I don't know your little thoughts."

El said matter-of-factly, "The first reaction to seeing top-quality meat is naturally to think about the most suitable way to cook it, and then savor it properly."

Freya scoffed, "You make me sound like a steak!"

"Next time I'll treat you to the finest royal steak. Let's go, it's time to get down to business."

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