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Mistress Mana moved with glacial grace, eyes glittering like storm-glass. She let the Rosethorn cane levitate midair—a glowing sentinel of restraint—and turned her full attention to Petra, still panting, lips parted, the glow of devotion shining from her sweat-soaked skin. 玛娜动作如冰川般优雅，眼中闪烁着如风暴玻璃般的光芒。她让蔷薇荆棘权杖悬于空中，像一枚发光的禁锢符，而她全神贯注地转向佩特拉——那仍在喘息、嘴唇微张、满身虔诚汗光闪烁的身体。  With a flick of her wrist, a harness of black leather and silver chain shimmered into being—summoned, conjured, precise. It floated for a moment, ominous, before descending toward Petra like armor meant not for protection but possession. 她手腕轻轻一挥，一套黑色皮革与银链编织的拘束马具在空中显现——召唤而来，法术缜密，锋利精准。它在空中停顿一瞬，带着不祥气息降落向佩特拉，如一副并非护身而是占有的铠甲。  The straps wrapped themselves around her instinctively, cupping under her breasts, cinching at her waist, crisscrossing over her hips, and locking at the back with a hiss of spellsteel and enchanted leather. 那些带子自动缠绕她身上，托起她的乳房，紧束腰部，交错压在臀上，最后在背后“嘶”地一声扣紧，咒钢与魔皮交缠锁合。  Mistress Mage Mana: “Look at you. My perfect beast of burden.” 魔法女主玛娜：“看看你。我那完美的承欢坐骑。”  And then, as Petra knelt trembling beneath her, Mana—without flourish, without shame—began to undress. 而后，在佩特拉颤抖地跪伏于她身下时，玛娜——没有赘饰，没有羞怯——开始宽衣。  Her fingers found the clasps of her cloak, releasing them with quiet metallic clicks. The heavy velvet fell away, revealing bare shoulders, pale and commanding, runes shimmering across her collarbones. She untied her chestbinding next, letting her breasts spill free—round, flushed, adorned with arcane tattoos that pulsed with magic the closer she came to Petra’s body. 她的手指找到披风的扣环，伴随着几声低沉的金属脆响，沉重的天鹅绒披风滑落，露出光裸的双肩，苍白且高贵，锁骨处符文隐隐闪光。她解开胸衣，乳房丰盈泄出，微泛潮红，上面铭刻着脉动魔纹，每靠近佩特拉一寸便跳动得更强烈。  Her skirt dropped, revealing the gleam of her inner thighs, slick with arousal, hips moving now with slow rhythm as she stepped forward, swinging one leg over Petra’s back. 她裙摆落地，露出泛光的大腿内侧，早已湿润，胯部带着节奏缓缓摆动，她跨步上前，将一条腿从佩特拉背上缓缓抬起。  Mistress Mage Mana: “Hold still, pet.” 魔法女主玛娜：“别动，宠物。”  “You’ll carry me now.” “你要驮着我。”  “You’ll be the throne I fuck myself on.” “你将是我自淫的王座。”  She straddled Petra’s harnessed back, legs bracketing her trembling form, Mana’s soaked heat hovering just above Petra’s spine. Her fingers dug into the leather, gripping the reins stitched into the shoulders. 她骑上佩特拉被马具紧束的背，双腿夹住她那颤抖的身形，玛娜的湿热刚好悬在佩特拉的脊柱上方。她的手指扣进皮革，把缝在肩上的缰绳牢牢握住。  Her hips began to move—slow first, grinding in rhythm, dragging her slickness along the arch of Petra’s spine while a soft, guttural moan spilled from her throat. 她的臀开始摇动——一开始很慢，研磨着节奏，将她湿滑的蜜液涂抹在佩特拉的脊柱上，喉咙中逸出一声轻柔的低哑呻吟。  “Mmmm—ah… yesss… crawl forward, slave.” “Mmmm—啊……对……给我爬，奴隶。”  “Make me cum with your spine.” “用你的脊柱让我高潮。”  Mistress Mage Mana froze—not out of hesitation, but to feel. To absorb every flicker of submission in full. Brr's head bowed lower than speech could reach, lower than words could dare. Her lips made contact—soft, reverent—with the dark leather of Mana’s boot. No dramatic whimper. No sound at all. Just the wet, worshipful press of her mouth to the Mistress's foot, the first true kiss of servitude. 魔法女主玛娜静止——不是犹豫，而是在感受。要将这每一道臣服的颤动尽数吸收。Brr的头低到语言所不能触及之地，低到言辞不敢亵渎的深度。她的唇触碰——柔软、虔诚——落在玛娜漆黑皮靴之上。没有夸张的呻吟，没有一丝声响。只有那湿润、崇敬的吻，献给女主人脚下，真正的第一次臣服之吻。  Mana’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes dropped to the sight below her: one girl broken already, breathing heavy on the stone like prayer made flesh… and now a second, newly fallen, her mouth still resting gently on the toe of her boot like a vow signed in silence. 玛娜的呼吸在喉中一滞。她的目光落在脚下：一位已然破碎的女孩，像具化的祷词伏于石上喘息……而现在，第二位，刚刚堕落，嘴唇仍温柔地贴在她靴尖之上，仿佛以寂静签署誓约。  Mistress Mage Mana: her voice came dark and delighted, a blade sheathed in silk “Well, then…” 魔法女主玛娜的声音低沉而欢悦，如丝绸包裹的刀锋 “好吧……”  “You already understand what Petra took weeks to learn.” “你已经明白佩特拉花了数周才学会的事。”  “You kiss where you will one day weep.” “你亲吻的地方——终有一日你会在那儿哭泣。”  Her cane lifted—slowly—and brushed the crown of Brr’s head with the gentleness of a benediction, as though dubbing her not just slave, but something sacred. 她的权杖缓缓抬起，轻轻拂过Brr的头顶，宛如赐福的仪式，不仅是封奴，而是封圣。  Petra: still face down, her voice soft, raw, proud “She… she belongs to you now, Mistress…” 佩特拉仍趴伏着，声音低哑、粗粝、满是骄傲： “她……她现在属于您了，女主人……”  Mana: “Yes. She does.” 玛娜：“是的。她属于我了。”  “Both of you will crawl behind me now.” “你们两个，现在都给我爬。”  “Until your knees bleed obedience.” “直到你们的膝盖流出服从的血。”  Mana turned, stepping back toward the altar-throne, cane striking the floor like a drumbeat of fate. 玛娜转身，走回高台宝座，权杖敲击地面，如命运的战鼓般隆隆作响。 The chamber filled with the low, trembling sound of surrender: Brr's first true moan as a slave. It spilled from her lips raw and unshaped, born from the sensation of tongue still tingling with the taste of leather, of knees pressing to cold stone, of her body sliding forward not with shame—but purpose. 殿堂中充满了低沉、颤抖的臣服之声：Brr作为奴隶的第一次真正呻吟。从她唇间溢出，粗糙而混沌，源自她舌尖仍带皮靴残味的悸动，膝盖贴着冰石的触感，还有那躯体前行的姿态——不是羞耻，而是使命。  (Sʅαʋҽ Bɾɾ moans and crawls.) （奴隶Brr呻吟着，缓缓爬行。）  Her hands splayed delicately on the floor, every inch of her movement fluid, catlike, arched in aching reverence. With each crawl, her thighs brushed together—slick, shuddering—and her breath hitched, not because she was resisting, but because her body wanted the ache. 她的双手优雅地摊在地上，每一寸动作都柔滑如猫，背脊微弓，带着渴望的崇敬。每向前爬一步，她的大腿便擦过彼此——湿润，颤抖——她的呼吸随之一顿，不是抗拒，而是她的身体渴望这苦痛。  (ρҽƚɾα slowly crawls to MΛПΛ's feet.) （佩特拉缓缓爬向玛娜的脚下。）  Petra moved with slower grace—heavier, like every inch of her body knew the weight of the path ahead. She didn’t moan. She breathed. Deep, controlled, as though each movement was part of a prayer, her submission no longer frantic but practiced. 佩特拉的动作更缓慢优雅——更沉重，仿佛她身体的每一寸都承受着这条道路的分量。她不呻吟。她只是呼吸。深沉而有序，仿佛她的每一步动作都是祈祷的一部分，她的臣服不再狂乱，而是熟练。  Side by side, they crawled to Mana’s feet—one new, unripe, the other seasoned and sacred. The moment they reached her, they did not stop. Their heads dipped lower. Shoulders hunched. Their mouths touched the tips of her boots as one. 她们并肩爬至玛娜脚下——一位是新鲜未熟的嫩果，一位是历经调教的圣献。当她们抵达，她们并未止步。头垂得更低，肩膀收紧，双唇同时触上她靴尖。  Mistress Mage Mana: her smile slow and immense, like a god whose altar had been properly tended “That’s it. Crawl for me. Worship together.” 魔法女主玛娜缓缓露出微笑，宛如神明在祭坛上受到虔敬供奉： “很好。为我而爬。一起膜拜。”  She lifted one leg, resting her boot atop Petra’s bowed head, pressing her lower, grinding lightly. With her cane, she reached toward Brr, tapping her cheek gently with the warm, slick tip. 她抬起一条腿，将靴子踏在佩特拉低垂的头上，将她压得更低，轻轻碾磨。而她的权杖伸向Brr，温热湿润的杖尖轻敲她的脸颊。  “I have two now,” she whispered. “Two mouths to praise me. Two tongues to clean me. Two bodies to kneel and sweat and shiver and ache.” “我现在有两个了。”她低语道。“两张嘴为我颂歌。两条舌为我舔净。两个身体为我跪伏、出汗、颤抖、渴望。”  “Say it.” She lifted her cane, hovering it between them. “说出来。”她举起权杖，悬在两人之间。  “Say who you belong to.” “说出你们属于谁。”  The moment Brr’s lips met Mistress Mana’s hand, the air thickened. She didn’t kiss it like a supplicant. She touched it with her mouth as if it were the very origin of heat, life, and law. Her tongue flicked just once, reverent, and her eyes shut in perfect stillness—as if by contact alone, she could melt into the essence of her Mistress’s magic. 当Brr的唇触及玛娜的手，空气顿时凝重。她不是以朝圣者的姿态亲吻，而是以一种源起的方式以嘴接触——仿佛那是热、生命与律法的起点。她的舌轻轻一舔，满是虔诚，双眸阖上，如若仅凭触碰，便能融入女主人魔力的本源。  (Sʅαʋҽ Bɾɾ touches her mouth to MΛПΛ's hand.) （奴隶Brr将嘴唇贴在玛娜的手上。）  Beside her, Petra—beautiful, broken Petra—no longer moved with the posture of a girl, but of something becoming. Her lips parted, eyes half-lidded, her body trembling like a veil caught in rising wind. Her voice poured from her mouth like divine glossolalia, as if her body could no longer contain human speech. 她身侧的佩特拉——那美丽、破碎的佩特拉——不再以凡女的姿态动作，而是以某种正在化作之物的方式。她的唇微张，眼睑低垂，身躯如一袭被风卷起的纱在颤抖。她口中倾泻出的话语如神谕狂语，仿佛她的躯体再也无法容纳凡人的语言。  “p-p-petra… ♥oh♥… begs f-for m-mistress to t-t-take…” “佩…佩特拉……♥哦♥……哀求女主人将她……夺走……”  Her back arched, her knees spread, sweat glistening down her trembling thighs as if she were caught mid-transformation, mid-ritual, her skin glowing faintly from mana residue that seeped into her pores. 她的背脊弓起，双膝张开，汗水顺着她颤抖的大腿流淌，如同她正处在蜕变之中，正值仪式正中，肌肤微微泛光，魔力残痕渗入毛孔。  “...a-a-ah i-is… mnh~.. to --aah~~ make m-m-mm --nn... her a wisp --mnng..~ n... N-N-Nyah♥ …nn~…” “…把她的…啊啊……变成…嗯嗯……一缕……N-N-Nyah♥……呜嗯……”  “o-o-of cloud A-A-Aah! f-free ..haa..~ a-a-aaaah f-f-from t-the… n-n-nyAh♥ e-e-earthly oh!♥ shackles of --mnh~.. her… mmmmmh! body, mrrow.” “……的云雾……啊啊啊！从这……n-n-nyAh♥……尘世的……哦♥……肉身枷锁中……解放出来，喵~”  Mana’s face twisted into awe. No longer smiling—witnessing. Her cane was lifted like a conductor’s baton above an orchestra of holy lust, and the runes on its shaft shimmered in perfect sync with the rhythm of Petra’s moans. 玛娜的神情不再是笑，而是惊叹。她高举权杖，如指挥家于圣欲之交响中挥舞指挥棒，杖身符文与佩特拉呻吟的律动完全同步，闪耀着光辉。  “You want to become incorporeal, pet?” she whispered. “You want me to unbind you from flesh?” “你想化作无形，我的宠？”她低语。“你要我将你从肉身中解放？”  She stepped forward, planting her cane hard between them. The air vibrated. 她向前一步，将权杖狠狠插在她们中间。空气随之一震。  “Then crawl through my shadow… and be recast.” “那就从我的影中爬过……重铸为形。”  The cane did not strike. Not this time. It moved. Smoothly. Slowly. With the patience of a predator that already knew it had won. 权杖没有抽下。这一次。它移动。平滑。缓慢。带着掠食者的耐心，那种早已笃定胜利的从容。  Mana stepped into the shared shadow cast by her two kneeling slaves—one broken, one newly molded—and brought the cane down between them like a blade turned to silk. 玛娜踏入两位跪伏奴隶投下的交叠阴影中——一人已碎，一人新驯——将权杖降下，如利刃化丝绸落下。  Her hand tilted, turning the shaft sideways, letting the flat, smooth runed surface skim Petra’s inner thigh first—slow and deliberate. The slick warmth of her skin kissed the enchanted wood as it glided up. 她的手一转，使杖身横斜，先让那平滑、镌刻符文的侧面轻拂佩特拉的大腿内侧——缓慢且蓄意。她皮肤上的湿热亲吻着那被施法的木面，随着它往上滑行。  Petra gasped, body lurching forward slightly, but she didn’t dare move more—didn’t dare interrupt the holy contact. 佩特拉倒吸一口气，身躯轻轻前倾，但不敢动更多一分——不敢打断这圣洁的接触。  The cane traced lazy figure-eights around the slick lips of her cunt, pausing just over the swollen clit but not touching, letting the air thrum with the ache of what hadn’t yet happened. 权杖在她湿润的阴唇间画着慵懒的“8”字，故意在肿胀的阴蒂上方悬停，却不触碰，让空气因未曾降临的快感而颤鸣。  Petra: “nngghhh—ah! ah… mmhmn…~ p-please… please make me not real…” 佩特拉：“nngghhh—啊！啊…嗯嗯…求您……让我不再是人类……”  Mana said nothing. Just shifted. Turned the cane outward, letting the wet edge—now glistening with Petra’s arousal—press upward between Brr’s parted thighs. 玛娜没有作声。只是微微转动，将杖身外沿——如今已被佩特拉的欲液濡湿——向上压入Brr分开的双腿之间。  It slid against her with a slick drag, runes kissing her folds, tip flicking over her trembling clit like a serpent’s tongue. 权杖沿她蜜缝滑过，带着湿润的拖曳感，符文亲吻她的褶皱，杖尖如蛇舌般轻挑她那颤抖的阴蒂。  Brr: “hhhaa—! ah! M-Mistress! it—it tingles—feels like m-magic inside me already—!” Brr：“hhhaa—！啊！女主人！它——它酥麻——感觉魔力已经在我里面了——！”  Mana finally spoke, voice low, lush, as she dragged the cane in slow, wet strokes from cunt to cunt, connecting them by touch. 玛娜终于开口，声音低沉丰润，在她将权杖从一穴拖向另一穴的湿润轨迹中发声，将两人以触觉连接。  “You wanted freedom, Petra. You wanted unmaking. And Brr—you want to feel what your devotion is worth?” “你想要自由，佩特拉。你想要解构。而你，Brr——你想要体会你这份忠诚值多少？”  She pressed the cane’s flat along both clits now, gliding in a tight rhythm back and forth, side to side, letting their slickness smear over one another—shared submission. 她将权杖的扁面紧贴两人的阴蒂，在它们间来回滑动，横扫交错，将她们的湿意彼此交融——共享的臣服。  “Then cum.” “那就高潮吧。”  “Together. For me.” “一起。为我。”  The moment settled like a storm pressed against glass—humming, trembling, poised to shatter. And in the center of it, side by side, two forms knelt not as women, not as bodies, but as offerings: bound, broken, beautiful.  (Sʅαʋҽ Bɾɾ面色潮红的喘着气.) (奴隶Brr面色通红，喘息不止。)  Her cheeks glowed with the flush of heat and held breath, her eyes unfocused, pupils wide as moons. Her knees slid slightly apart as the wet drag of the cane returned to her folds, her body asking, even gagged, even wordless, her entire form pleading. 她的双颊因热与压抑而泛红，双目涣散，瞳孔如月般放大。她的膝盖轻轻分开，随着权杖湿润地再次滑过她蜜缝，她的身体在祈求，即便被塞口，即便无法言语，她整具身体都在哀求。  (Sʅαʋҽ Bɾɾ moans into her gag.) (奴隶Brr对着她的口塞呻吟。)  “Mmmf—nnnghh! Haaa—mmmhf!—♥”  Mana circled the cane's head over the stretched, glistening slit between Brr’s legs, then slid it back into Petra’s waiting heat, gliding from one slave to the other like a brush painting ecstasy across quivering flesh. Each motion gathered more slick, more sound, more surrender. 玛娜将权杖的头在Brr腿间绷紧、闪光的蜜缝上旋转，然后滑回佩特拉那早已等候的火热深处，如画笔般在颤抖的肌肤上绘出狂喜。每一记带来更多的润泽、更多的声音、更多的臣服。  Petra’s body bucked once, violently, her spine arching like a drawn bow, her breasts rising with each ragged gasp. 佩特拉猛地抽搐一下，脊背如弓般绷紧，每次喘息都让她胸膛起伏。  ρҽƚɾα: “..♥ --haa.. mmmmmh!”  Petra didn’t crawl. She arched.  Her back curved upward like a drawn bow, muscles trembling beneath the tight lines of the harness as she thrust herself upward into the heat above her. The firm leather groaned faintly under the strain, her entire body a vessel engineered now only to serve—to lift, to press, to grind. Mana’s slick, pulsing sex met her spine with a wet kiss, and Petra moaned softly through clenched teeth, breathless. 佩特拉没有爬行。她拱起了背。  她的脊背如拉弓般弯起，马具勒紧的肌肉在颤抖中承受上方的重量，整个身体化作一具专为侍奉而造的器皿——为了托举，为了贴合，为了碾磨。玛娜湿润跳动的蜜穴与她的脊柱贴合，发出湿润的亲吻声，佩特拉咬紧牙关低声呻吟，几近喘不过气。  (ρҽƚɾα arches her back into mistress' pussy.) （佩特拉将自己的脊背拱起顶入女主人的蜜穴中。）  Mistress Mage Mana: “Mmmmmmnh—! Oooohhh… you feel that, don’t you, pet?” 魔法女主玛娜：“Mmmmmmnh—！噢噢噢……你感觉到了，对吧，我的小宠？”  “You love carrying me. You love the weight of my cunt sliding down your spine.” “你爱驮着我。你爱我小穴的重量在你的脊背上滑下去的感觉。”  Her hips rolled now, slow and grinding, dragging her wetness along the leather straps stretched across Petra’s back. Her clit ground against the leather at the center of Petra’s shoulder blades, and Mana gasped, her breath catching in her throat as her thighs clenched inward. 她的臀开始旋动，缓慢而碾压，将她的蜜液涂满佩特拉背上的皮革带。她的阴蒂正好压在佩特拉肩胛骨之间的皮革上，玛娜倒吸一口气，气息在喉间阻塞，大腿不由自主地夹紧。  Petra groaned beneath her, the weight and warmth of her Mistress’s pussy grinding into her sending hot, shuddering sparks down her spine and straight to her core. She arched harder, pressed up, her body seeking more contact, more friction—more use. 佩特拉在她身下呻吟，女主人的阴部带着热与重不断碾磨在她背上，沿着脊柱一路烧灼到她身体最深处。她拱得更高，用力顶起，全身渴望更多接触，更多摩擦——更多地被利用。  Petra: “Fffhh—ah! y-yess Mistress—use me, mmmh~—r-ride your slut, please—ah, ride my back until it’s wet with you!” 佩特拉：“Fffhh—啊！是的，女主人——用我吧，mmmh~——骑我这个荡妇，求您了——啊，用您的蜜水把我背骑湿吧！”  Mana’s laughter returned—short, sweet, deranged. She clutched the reins on Petra’s shoulders and rolled her hips faster now, her voice splintering into throaty gasps with every grind. 玛娜再次笑出声——短促，甜美，疯魔。她紧握佩特拉肩上的缰绳，臀部的动作更快，她的声音在每一下碾磨中断裂成喉中的喘息。  Mistress Mage Mana: “That’s it—hah! Good little mount. Arch harder. Carry my climax like a good fucking beast.” 魔法女主玛娜：“就是这样——哈啊！好小坐骑。再拱高点。像一只乖乖的畜生那样驮着我高潮。”  She threw her head back now, her thighs flexing, her cunt slick and raw against Petra’s leather-bound back, grinding faster, harder, sparks bursting in her belly with every pass. 她此刻仰起头，大腿紧绷，蜜穴湿润敏感地在佩特拉皮革束缚的背上疯狂碾磨，每一下都在她小腹中引燃火花。  “Y-yes—f-fuck yes—I'm—nnnghh—f-fucking CUMMING on you—!” “是的——操操操是的——我——nnnghh——操着你我要高潮了——！”  Does Petra bear the full weight of Mana’s climax—or does Brr come crawling up to share it?  The sound spilled out with velvet helplessness, her voice a stringless instrument humming with devotion. Her thighs shook. Her mouth hung open. Her hands clawed the stone as if the orgasm were being ripped out of her—but it hadn’t come yet. 她的声音如无弦之琴在虔诚中低吟。大腿颤抖，嘴唇微张，手指扣住地面，仿佛高潮已被扯离*——但它尚未降临。  Mistress Mana stood above them both, watching her cane glide in loops of worship from clit to clit, from lips to lips, from soaked skin to soaked soul. 玛娜立于两人上方，目睹她的权杖在阴蒂与阴蒂之间、唇瓣与唇瓣之间、被浸湿的肌肤与被濡湿的灵魂之间循环礼拜。  “Now,” she whispered, “one of you may cum.” “现在，”她低语，“你们之中——只能有一个高潮。”  “Which will it be?” “是谁？”  Do Brr and Petra fight to earn release—or does one surrender her climax for the other?