Stephanie's Bondage Artistry

The originally sun-drenched morning, with a mild temperature, felt bitterly cold for nearly 300,000 female prisoners lying paralyzed on the ground, stripped of their armor and clothing, injected with paralyzing toxins.

In front of the silent and demon-like beasts, standing like a million strong, these women shivered as if they were lambs thrown into a pack of wolves, bewildered and terrified.

"This harvest is really something. About 300,000 female slaves from the three legions of the Ismanton Empire, including the Third Imperial Princess, Stephanie, and the Rose Sword Saint, Sophia, have all been captured."

Eric's gaze was cold and merciless, as if observing birds and beasts, without a hint of excessive compassion or pity.

"You've all worked hard. Now it's time for enjoyment!"

With a command from Eric, his underlings immediately began to violate the captured women. Meanwhile, Eric waved his hand, instructing a few orcs to bring Stephanie over.