"Get your filthy eyes off me, you fucking freaks!" Alex roared, his vision blurring with rage, humiliation, and the Evil Spirit's suffocating pressure.
He struggled against the bindings with everything he had.
Still, with his mana circuits paralyzed, Alex felt as if an invisible chain had completely locked his mana core, leaving him with just his enhanced physical strength.
The Empress's silky laughter drifted lazily across his consciousness like venomous perfume.
"My, my, look at how tightly they've tied you up, darling," she continued. "Squirming in chains for an audience of corpses. If you had just accepted my deal earlier, you wouldn't have been in such a situation right now.'
"Shut the hell up and break these damn chains!" Alex cursed inwardly, his heart pounding in a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "You said you wouldn't let me die!"
"Oh, you won't die, sweet vessel," the Empress chuckled lazily. "As I said, a little lesson in humility is so entertaining to watch." "
Let's see how long that stubborn male pride of yours lasts once you're dragged helpless into his room."
"You perverted old ghost!" Before Alex could finish his thought, the chains grew tight with a sudden, violent jerk.
The links lifted his bound, trembling body entirely off the cracked cobblestones, suspending him in midair.
"Nngh…! Fuck!" They whipped around his body with terrifying precision, coiling under his arms and hauling them wide.
They snaked across the soft curves of his heavy breasts, coiling tight enough to dig into the plush flesh and force the breasts upward and outward.
More chains snaked up his spread thighs, locking around his ankles, spreading his thighs apart until he was forced into a crude, humiliating spread position.
The sudden stretch tore the last remaining scraps of his blue leggings further open; shredded fabric hung in tattered strips from his waist and thighs, but the ruined cloth still clung stubbornly in places.
"Fuck You!! Get these off me!" Alex thrashed, muscles of his Serpentine Musculature straining hard.
His breasts bounced and shook with every desperate twist, the chains grinding against the sensitive undersides and making the soft flesh jiggle.
Every movement felt like he was pushing through thick sludge; the mana blockage left his limbs heavy and sluggish even as his physical strength tried to fight.
Sweat and the constant leak of sweet nectar and pre cum already soaked the tattered cloth that still covered parts of his crotch, the fabric glued wetly against his engorged dick and the twitching pussy slit just behind it.
The Ashen-Bone Wraith Lord drifted closer through the mist; its half-skeletal, half-human body laughed with dry amusement.
Hollow eye sockets burned with cold hunger as it circled him slowly.
"I said, get the fuck away from me, you skeletal piece of shit!" Alex roared, his voice cracking. "I'm a man, you asshole! Do you hear me? I'm a fucking man!"
The Wraith Lord stopped, a dry laugh echoing from its hollow chest. The crimson flames in its eye sockets shifted in intensity with its sadistic amusement.
"A man?" the evil spirit questioned, its voice a grating scrape of bone on stone.
"Look at you, little bride. You are a Pure Yin Vessel, a succulent little piece of meat designed for nothing but pleasure and breeding."
The Spirit only laughed harder, the sound like bones scraping together, as his half-decayed hand reached out into his half-torn, tight shirt.
Long, bony fingers, cold as the stones and still carrying scraps of rotting flesh… pressed into the soft, overheated swell of Alex's left breast.
The contrast was sickening: hard, dead bone sinking into warm, plush skin that yielded far too easily.
The Spirit squeezed hard with an intoxicating feeling, kneading the full breast covered in white snake skin without mercy, then pinched the stiff nipple between two sharp finger bones and twisted.
"Ngh! Fuck... stop it!" Alex screamed, but the sound ended in a sharp moan.
The evil spirit didn't stop; it pinched Alex's nipple between two bony digits, twisting and pulling hard.
The pain was sharp, but it sparked a treacherous jolt of electricity that shot straight down to his crotch.
Alex's back arched, his breasts bouncing and heaving as he fought the sensation.
"Such a sweet-smelling pet," the Wraith Lord mocked, its fingers digging deeper into the breast, molding the soft mound of flesh. "You tremble so beautifully."
"Tell me, 'man,' does a man's chest swell and leak like this? Does a man's nipples harden into little pebbles of desire under my touch?"
"Listen to the little bride scream," the Spirit's voice raised. "Still insisting she is a man while those soft, bouncy tits are exposed in front of everyone… while that pretty cunt drips like a broken faucet."
"Get the fuck away from me, you piece of shit!" Alex spat, voice cracking between rage and the high, breathless feminine pitch he hated. "I'm a man, you asshole! Don't you fucking touch me!"
Pain and a sick rush of unwanted pleasure shot straight down Alex's spine.
His back arched against the chains as they slowly tightened; a choked, humiliating sound escaped his throat.
Between his forced-open thighs, the tattered cloth grew even wetter, sweet nectar spilling freely down the inner curve of one thigh in a glistening trail.
"Look at that," the Wraith Lord continued, still rolling the tender nipple between its bones.
"So responsive. So soft. As a pure Yin body, you were born to be a breeding toy; stop resisting."
"Your body already knows it; smell that sweet nectar pouring out of you. Even while you curse and thrash, your cunt is begging to be used."
"Shut your fucking mouth!" Alex's voice shook with fury and shame.
Tears of pure humiliation stung his eyes as he strained again, breasts jiggling under the tight grip, chains biting deeper into soft flesh. "I'll kill you… I'll fucking tear you apart, you rotting freak!"
"Don't touch me like that, you bastard!" The Evil Spirit only tightened its bony hold, squeezing both breasts now, thumbs scraping roughly over the aching nipples while the lower chains kept his legs spread wide.
The cold air kissed every exposed inch of his feminized body, and the constant, helpless drip of arousal made the remaining scraps of cloth cling even tighter.
Inside his mind, the Empress's amused chuckle never stopped, soft and delighted by every second of his humiliation.
Although Alex's rage burned white-hot, his traitorous body kept reacting, hips twitching, pussy clenching around nothing, more of that sweet nectar sliding down his thigh for the entire ghostly audience to see.
The Wraith Lord's bony fingers kept working Alex's breasts without pause, squeezing and rolling the soft flesh until the heavy mounds ached and flushed a deep, humiliating pink.
Cold bone scraped across the stiff nipples again and again, pinching hard enough that sharp sparks of pain mixed with the unwanted heat already flooding Alex's lower body.
Every rough tug made his chest bounce inside the tight ghostly chains, the links digging deeper into the plush undersides and leaving angry red marks across the pale skin that still showed through the torn scraps of his top.
"Fuck… stop it…!" Alex's voice turned into breathless cries as he twisted against the bindings.
The motion only made his breasts jiggle harder under the Spirit's grip. "I'm not your fucking toy! Get your dead hands off me!"
A dry, rattling laugh answered him. "Still so loud. Still pretending you are anything but a soft, dripping breeding toy."
The chains around his crotch tightened, rubbing over the thick, sensitive dick and the slick, twitching slit just behind it, the friction sending a raw, humiliating pulse of pleasure straight up his spine.
More clear fluid soaked through the ruined leggings and ran down the inner curve of his spread thighs in thick, glistening trails.
"Feel that? Your body is already open and wet for me, like you cannot wait to be filled."
The Wraith Lord gave both breasts one last cruel squeeze, then gripped the chain and threw him into a nearby red vortex.
With a deafening rattle, the spectral chains began dragging him rapidly upward into the blood-red vortex of mist, pulling him straight toward the looming obsidian tower that stood at the center of the Ghost Domain.
Alex thrashed the whole way up, cursing until his throat went raw.
"Let me the fuck go…! You rotting bag of bones, I'll rip your spine out!" The chains only tightened, digging into the soft flesh of his breasts and the sensitive crease between his spread thighs.
Then everything went black.