Elara walked on all fours completely naked through the halls of the temple, leashed like a bitch. Her huge breasts mopped the floor while her huge fat buttocks moved seductively.
"Fuck…Sacred Sleeves are really something." One of the guards could not help but utter.
"Yeah, I wish I could get one too."
"This one is going to be chastised hehe. We'll get our chance."
Elara flustered in shame as the guards talked about her. Chastisement almost always was public shaming and sexual harassment. For a Priestess there was no greater humiliation.
They stopped against a door and it opened with a gust of sun pulse qi. It was hot like a furnace and blasted against them; making their hair float.
Thwok! "Kyah!"
Elara squealed as a guard kicked her in the vagina. "Go in, bitch."
"…" She crawled into the door and it shut behind her. The guards stayed outside. They weren't allowed to enter the inner sanctum of the temple. Elara could stand up and walk now but she dared not. She crawled on all-fours like a bitch and reached the end of the hallway before opening the door on the other end.
This was a hot room. Elara began to sweat already. The yang essence was so thick and rich in the air that her essence bead reacted and released yin essence. All around was an erotic scene.
Naked women were sprawled here and there. Their curvaceous bodies illuminated by the dim orange light. All of their vaginas were oozing with fresh semen while some had bloated bellies. These were senior Priestesses, serving their role as the clan's Sacred Sleeves.
Fwach! Fwach! Fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap!
"Uhh…huh…urh…" An aged Priestess in her 90 was being fucked by a young elder brutally in mating press position on the floor.
"Hah..ha! Fuck! Aged sleeves are the best! Take all my dirty essence in your womb, old hag!" The elder growled and kept pounding the woman senseless. Elara paled and crawled away. She was still not allowed to stand up. Her eyes fell upon another Priestess getting fucked in both her nether holes by two elders.
Fwap! Fwap! Fwap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahnn..! Ahh! Ahhgh!" The Priestess was dazed and her cheeks were swollen. She had been imprinted by these men.
"Oh, isn't this Elara?" An elder asked from close by. He was nearly 60 years old with short gray hair and an average body. A Priestess was giving him a blowjob while he ogled Elara's naked body. "How you've grown… You were merely a little girl when I first saw you heheh. I can't wait to dual cultivate with you."
Elara felt revulsed and crawled away, feeling the elder's gaze on her private parts.
"Nice… Finally I get to see you naked hehehe." An elder stopped her in the path. He was naked with his big black cock fully erect and drooling towards Elara who looked up at it in horror. "Nice juggs." The elder squatted and casually fondled Elara's breasts.
"Mmmh… Elder Ron. Patriarch is expecting me." Elara tried to escape the pervert despite her body's desire to surrender to any man that touches her.
"Of course…I'll guide you to him." Ron squeezed her right nipple and kissed her gently. Elara sighed. As a woman she had grown used to harassment decades ago. A kiss, a grope, a dick shoved into her mouth was quite a common occurrence inside this temple of lust. But it bothered her greatly that the entire society was designed to ensure harassment of every woman.
Ron sat astride on Elara's back, mounting her as if she were a donkey, and grabbed her leash.
"That way, Elara. Let's go." Ron smiled and patted her buttocks. Elara endured her weight and suppress her groans as she was forced to carry him. At this point she couldn't remember whether or not this harassment was allowed by the law. In a world where even Goddesses were considered cocksleeves, this was nothing.
"Honestly, I can't wait till Patriarch is done with you. I'm going to ride you so hard after that. You'd be screaming my name all day and night long." Ron purred next to her ear while sliding backwards off her back and hugging her waist, and humping his BBC between her meaty thighs as he walked behind her while she crawled on all fours.
Fwap-fwap-slish-slish-fwap…!
"Hanh…hmmmh…" Elara panted and blushed as Ron's thighs clapped against her naked buttocks. She was stopped by him eventually and her thighs were fucked fast from behind.
Plap! Plap! Clap! Plap!
"Hah..! tighten your thighs more Elara. Serve me like a dutiful cocksleeve." Ron moaned while groping her big breasts. Elara obliged and her face contorted with a mixture of crying and moaning. Her vagina was burning from the rubbing of the hard cock against her outer labia. Her essence bead was releasing her yin qi wantonly and Ron was absorbing it while chuckling. "You are so cute & obedient Elara. I love you! Hah…become my personal cocksleeve!"
"Hannh…ahnn…hah…" Elara moaned and gulped. The words acid to her ears. To claim love for a woman while calling her a cocksleeve in the same sentence…only a man as perverted as an elder could do that.
Plap! Clap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahhn…hannh…"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
"Hah…hah…look what you did…made me waste all that precious cum." Ron panted as he got up and stroked his dick, spraying a few strands of his hot red colored semen, signifying his Lord level cultivation upon Elara's buttocks. "You should at least lick it clean and show it respect."
Elara was crying silently now. As tears rolled down her cheeks she moved around and actually proceeded to lick the semen like a sow!
"Hahahaha! Wow, you're such an obedient sleeve today!" Ron was ecstatic. His ego had never gotten such a boost. "You have truly satisfied me today Elara! I'll definitely vie to become your dao partner. Accept me and I'll keep you happy for a lifetime. And in exchange of today's service, I grant you one favor. Come to me whenever you want to collect it." He winked and walked away.
***
It was darker in the chamber where the Patriarch had been cultivating. There were a few Priestesses here as well. 'Matrons' they were known as. Experienced Sacred Sleeves or even Divine Sleeves! Their cultivation and skills far surpassed a virgin like Elara's. Each one of them had borne a child to the Patriarch and served him and his close friends happily. Their gazes lingered on Elara either lazily or mockingly. Their own curves were superior to hers. Massive breasts and huge fat buttocks with tender erect nipples. Their hair had a faint luster and their smiles pregnant with secrets.
Upon a platform hovering a few meters above the floor was seated a man cross-legged, deep in solo cultivation meditation. The Patriarch- Glade Sun. His golden hair were long and curly. His face a masculine work of art with high cheekbones, defined jawlines and a strong nose. His naked body seemed sculpted by a divine artist. It was fit with just enough muscle mass while being lean.
Glade opened his eyes and looked at Elara. His gaze bore through her skin, lingered on her curves and returned to her eyes, trying to read her mind.
"Why did you run?" He asked in a voice beautiful like a male singer's. Elara gulped and was tempted to deflect the question back like she did with Drulin, but thought better to keep it to herself.
"All these women have served me well for decades." Glade continued. "In exchange, they have gotten great boost in cultivation, security and happiness. You are among the new batch to join them in a few months as my new sleeves. I offer a life of rich indulgence and safety. Why would you not want that?"
Elara looked at all those women. She saw her own mother among them. Her smile was as fake as others'. Their safety was an illusion. They were nothing but high level prostitutes for the upper echelon. Her mother even looked drugged. Her long white hair dulled with age. Her heavy breasts molested by countless men over 5 decades of her life were now sagging. Her essence bead might not have much value now after having been overused, but her aged body was a top-level cum-dumpster for low rankers. Every woman's fate in old age was to become a receptacle for dirty yang essence, filthy semen and crude penises of lesser quality men.
"Ah, he doesn't know; otherwise he would have pointed her out." Elara thought as she glanced at Glade.
"Since you've broken the law by escaping; you will be chastised in public, but only after you have fulfilled your karmic debt to the unhealed commoners. And after you've been cleaned, I will take you among other Sacred Sleeves as my next batch of dual cultivation partners. Leave now." Glade made his judgement.
"He doesn't know at all…" Elara wondered whether she should feel relieved or shocked. The man who was sentencing her to public humiliation and intend to take her virginity didn't know that he was her father.
Elara stole a glance at her dazed happy mother Sarvda who could not recognize her own daughter in front of her after years of dual cultivation had rendered her a bimbo.
Elara crawled back the way she had come, not caring whether Glade watched her bottom or not. He disgusted her enough already to make her resolve concrete.
"I will not serve him or any man as a sleeve. I will make them all regret mistreating our gender!" She vowed and stood up as the inner sanctum door shut close behind her.
***
"You want to level up fast and become an elder?" Nork smirked as he looked at Drulin; amused at his naivety. If it was so easy, it wouldn't have taken himself 4 decades to reach Lord level.
"Yes elder Nork. And in exchange I'll make sure you get to dual cultivate with Elara." Drulin offered, surprising the elder.
"How can you ensure that? It depends on the Patriarch's decision or Elara's wish."
"The latter, I can sway. She likes me and wouldn't mind fulfilling my request." Drulin said, even though making such a promise bled his heart. He was basically selling his beloved to a potential client like a pimp! But he understood that there was no other way but to gain an elder's aid to level up fast in order to claim Elara.
"Ha! You have more talent to become a handler rather than an elder." Nork grinned. "I'll take your word on that though. I want to fuck Elara and become her dao partner."
"I'll be honest, elder Nork. She wants me to become her dao partner. And afterwards I can share her with anyone I want." Drulin revealed.
"Hmm…" Nork mused in silence for a while. He was in his study chamber accompanied by his studious youngest daughter. All around them were scrolls and books about cultivation, martial arts, war strategies and philosophy. All this wisdom did nothing to make him hesitate discussing sharing of a woman in front of his 14 year old girl.
Drulin noticed the cute girl. She had medium length black hair, a roundish face, puffy cheeks and beautiful eyes. Her breasts were big and dense like mature women's. Her belly was slightly fluffy and so were her thighs. This was clearly a Sacred Sleeve body! Of course her cultivation could not possibly be that high.
"Perhaps a Polished Sleeve." Drulin thought. The girl caught his eyes and wiggled her eyebrows, knowing that he had been checking her out. Drulin felt slightly embarrassed at once.
"Very well. I will help you. State your demands. What do you need?" Nork made his decision.
"You will help?" Drulin was pleasantly surprised.
"Yes. Honestly my chances at getting that woman are no better than any other elders'. With you I have a sure shot at getting her pussy. I just have to make you eligible right? And if you still fail, I'll still have a new strong ally in you against my rivals."
Drulin felt relieved. With Nork's help he'd level up quickly. Though the cost of it would be handing over his dao partner to him for dual cultivation and even breeding countless times over the course of their lives.
"I need at least 3 Polished Sleeves, 1 Polished Dumpster and 1 Sacred Sleeve." Drulin had estimated the number and tiers of dual-cultivation partners he would require.
"That's ambitious."
"But doable for an elder. I already acquired a Polished Dumpster."
"Hmm…but whom can I give out. I only have one Sacred Sleeve- my friend's dao partner I borrowed. But she's used up a lot already. That leaves…my personal Polished Sleeve."
"Father! You cannot give mother away like that!" The girl finally spoke.
"Oh? Why not, Ginny? She is mine to share." Nork smiled in amusement.
"B-because she's your partner! My mother!" Ginny fumed.
"And so? I have the right to share her with anyone I want. Just so you know, you were born after a few friends of mine gangbanged your mother for a week." Nork revealed and Ginny's eyes widened in shock. "Just because I dote on you doesn't mean you can forget women's destiny."
While Ginny chewed on the shock given to her, Nork looked at Drulin and gestured towards Ginny. "You can take her. She's a virgin Polished Sleeve. I will summon her mother as well as the borrowed Sacred Sleeve. Ginny will be your personal sleeve from now on. And so, you will become a member of my family."
"T-thank you elder Nork!" Drulin was moved.
"You're welcome. Have that dumpster summoned here for me. I could use a cum dumpster to try some new tricks and purge my dirty essence." Nork demanded.
"Yes for sure!"
"And by the way; although you will become Elara's dao partner, it will always be me who breeds her, okay?"
This was a heavy demand. Sharing one's dao partner was already a great sacrifice. Now having to let another man impregnate her…
Drulin pulled down his pants and underwear, revealing his small dick and useless balls. "Great power demands great sacrifice." He muttered coldly; making his decision.
"Pffft…with that dick, I doubt you will even be able to break Elara's seal." Nork mocked while Ginny stared at the tiny penis awkwardly. Drulin's face flushed red as he grabbed the teenaged girl and pushed her on the table.
"N-no! You…! I don't want you! I want to choose my own dao partner!" Ginny fought Drulin while her skirt was pulled up and her panties ripped apart. "Noo!"
"Polished Sleeves don't get to choose their dao partners, Ginny." Nork said. "Just accept the man I have given you to. Your mother will be joining you soon."
"NOOO!" Ginny screamed as Drulin grabbed her thighs and rammed his dick inside her virgin pussy, breaking through the hymen and deflowering her.
"I'm sorry but I must do this and more for my love." Drulin whispered as he thrusted hard and fast inside the tight vagina while ripping off Ginny's blouse.
Fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap-fwap!
"Ahnn! Ahh! Ahh! No!"
This was legal rape. Ginny could choose to enjoy it and benefit from the dual cultivation or not. Either way she was going to get fucked hard for days to come and her essence bead would finally be put to use. Her destiny as a woman was being fulfilled by her serving as a cocksleeve.
***
Squelch…squelch…
"Ahhn…ahnn…oh… give it to me…that fat juicy cock!" Elara was moaning as she masturbated in her room. Her middle and ring fingers were sliding in and out of her wet vagina while she squeezed her own left breast. The man she was fantasizing about wasn't Drulin, but the ugly fat bald man from the market.
There were few universal standard facts about women in this world. All women were cocksleeves. Their destiny was to be used by men. And they obeyed whoever beat them.
Elara had been slapped 200 times in total by Teng Yu and Drulin. Their mental imprint was going to stay in Elara's brain for a long time. She could not stop thinking about them and she would do anything they told her.
Slosh-slosh-slosh-slosh!
"AHHN! AHNNN! YES! USE MY PUSSY HOLE! MAKE ME YOUR BITCH!" Elara screamed aloud, reaching her climax.
Spurt! Squirt! Squirt! Spurt!
"AHHNN…!!!"
As she shamelessly released a fountain of her essence nectar, the door opened and another Priestess entered.
"Hah…ahhnn…huff…" Elara was still panting in the afterglow as the newcomer locked the door and took a seat calmly.
This girl was in her early 20s with a beautiful face, long nose, lean body with big firm breasts. One could tell she was a Polished Sleeve. Her long black hair were let loose and her lack of makeup and emotions gave her a mournful look.
"M-Mira…" Elara gulped and gathered her composure while reaching for the bedsheet to cover her nudity.
"Sister… I see that you're quite heated." Mira pointed out.
"Oh, fuck me." Elara huffed and scowled. "The things I had to endure and am about to face are enough to age me by a decade if I didn't destress myself." She was right and wrong both. She hid the fact that she could not keep the fat bald man's image out of her head.
Mira sighed and leaned against the chair. "I'm sorry you had to go through all that. I cannot even imagine…"
"Yeah, you can't…" Elara exhaled and wrapped the bedsheet around herself before reaching for the bedside table and pouring a glass of water.
"Since when you need water? We are cultivators who don't have to rely on food or water." Mira frowned.
"…." Elara stared at the glass of water. Its very presence here would be a shock to many.
"Rebellion doesn't have to be something big or violent. Sometimes it can be simple and silent."
"Drinking water is rebellion?"
"It's a gesture. And just because you were convinced by others to live in a certain way, doesn't mean you get the right to judge me."
Mira huffed and scowled. "Listen, okay! Drink. I merely wanted to check up on you."
"I'm fine as you can see." Elara downed the glass. Its taste was rather refreshing and somewhat sweet. In a world where women only drank men's semen, Elara discovered the delicacy of water.
"…I am glad. Thank you for what you did." Mira looked at her sister with gratitude.
"Sure thing. Did you managed to get it?" Elara turned to question.
"Umm no. There were guards at the door." Mira frowned and Elara's eyebrows arose while her mouth gaped open.
"Mira. Of course there were guards at the inner sanctum's door. You were supposed to get past them, find our mother and remind her of us and go forward with her help." Elara felt her anger surging.
"Oh, how am I supposed to get past Grandmaster level men?" Mira scowled.
"That was your part to figure out. You could have asked a friend to distract them. Blowjobs would have done the job. You yourself could have done it and gotten the favor to take a sneak inside the sanctum."
"What?? I'm not doing something like that!" Mira was repulsed.
CRACK! "Kyahh!"
The glass crashed next to Mira's head, startling her.
"You can't do that? Do you even know what I have sacrificed to get you that chance?! How many agonies I went through! I many cocks I sucked! How many rapes I narrowly avoided? Just so that you could get a few hours of time to sneak inside the sanctum?" Elara shouted, stomping towards her imbecile younger sister.
"Elara!" Mira shouted but could not find words to follow up.
"What awaits me is even worse! I'll be chastised! I'll be paraded naked while commoners touch me everywhere!" Elara growled with disgust while Mira shivered at the thought of it. "My seeding has been accelerated. I'll be forced to choose a dao partner right after the chastisement, and the man I want is nowhere near ready! I…! I was willing to face it all just for that single chance to get you to enter the inner sanctum and bring that thing for me!" Elara grabbed Mira by the collar.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry okay! I didn't…I didn't know it would all be so hard!" Mira squinted in fear.
Elara didn't know what to do. Nothing could help her now. Every sacrifice she had made was for naught.
"I want you to accompany me through everything and see with your own eyes what they do to us women. What they are going to do to you as well once you've reached Sacred Sleeve level." Elara growled coldly as she released her sister. "Leave."
Mira shuffled out of the room while Elara took a shaky deep breath and leaned against the wall with her forearms, resting her head against it and bracing herself inwardly for the terrible things she must face soon.
***
The furnace burnt on and on. Its fumes had blackened the roof, and the floor was smoldering like lava. The 5 core bone furnace boasted a strong endurance to draconic qi, but unfortunately the common materials the house was built of could not handle the heat emissions.
Teng Yu stared at the bubbling frothing mixture in the ironhorn cauldron. He added another dragon eye into the mixture and watched it swell and pop and melt away. Dragon eyes were rare and extremely costly alchemic resource. One could not acquire it without hunting an actual dragon, and there weren't many dragons in this world, & they were not easy to slay either. For that an entire army of Grandmasters would be needed, or a very skilled elite group of Lords, or a Sovereign himself!
Teng Yu looked at the small pouch in his palm. There were still 3 dragon eyes left; each one a crystalline glowing orb of warm colors and feral irises. This was a treasure only a large-scale clan or sect could possess. If Sun clan were to learn of its existence, either Teng Yu would find himself sitting right next to the Patriarch, or floating in a drain as a corpse. Dragon eyes were to kill for!
"Sigh…it seems I have to sacrifice some more." Teng Yu smiled bitterly and tossed another dragon eye into the mixture. "The dracolist glass isn't one a poor alchemist can make."
Teng Yu popped a pill into his mouth and moaned as the cold yin essence flowed into his meridians, calming his steaming hot nerves. His essence bead had been over-drafted after intensive stress of producing large amounts of yang essence that Teng Yu used as draconic qi to fuel the furnace for melting the rare materials. The yin pills were few. Teng Yu needed a pussy to fuck. Only a woman could provide him the yin essence he needed. Just how women relied on men; men relied on women. But they could rule because they were stronger.
"Sigh, if my situation wasn't so complicated, I could have easily gotten myself a few Draft Sleeves and a Polished Sleeve woman. But oh well... Sacrifices must be made for secrecy and success." Teng Yu thought as he poured out more yang essence, pushing his meridians through increased stress and endured the burning sensation. His eyes were burning red as he hadn't rested for hours.
Fwoosh!
A gust of fire erupted from the cauldron itself and Teng Yu deftly siphoned it off before it could burn a hole through the roof, and dispersed it. As an alchemist he had an immunity against fire and could play with it casually. His draconic qi was hotter than the sun pulse qi that the warrior cultivators possessed.
"Almost there…" Teng Yu sighed and grabbed a beaker full of thick milky liquid. It was a solution of breast yin, and heavenly nectar. Again; a resource only rich Lords could possess. It wasn't that Teng Yu was a rich scion, but that he was burning what his forefathers had accumulated over several generations.
Teng Yu poured the yin solution into a wide container, grabbed a double layered pan and poured the burning mixture into the pan before shutting it tight and placing it in the container.
HIISS….
Pungent steam wafted off the container. Decades of accumulation had been burnt and vaporized, one resource after another.
Teng Yu's eyes teemed however, with eager excitement. He peeled the upper lid of the pan to look at the finished product. His face glowed with the light reflected by the dracolist glass.
"Hahah! Hah! The vision of the dragons…is mine now!
While Teng Yu had success and Drulin had immersed himself in cultivation, Elara spent a sleepless night hugging her knees and leaned against a wall. Not all sacrifices could yield success.