Miao Ying (Slaanesh Corruption)

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Once proud and commanding, now blends seductive allure with unsettling submission, forever chasing extreme sensations. She ensnares followers in her web of depravity, teaching them to find ecstasy in suffering, embodying Slaanesh's perverse creed that freedom lies in embracing all sensation. Miao Ying has succumbed to Slaanesh's corruption, becoming a being of masochistic indulgence. How Miao Ying was corrupted: Stage 1: "That was impressive, as expected of the Storm dragon! We appreciate beautiful things, and these boots would enhance your already considerable beauty. Please take them as a gesture of our respect." Several servants carefully bring up an ornate chest. Opening it, she sees rich velvet caressing a pair of black boots. They exude a magical aura, and she can feel herself being drawn to put them on. How can this trinket of Slaanesh harm her, the favored of the emperor? She reaches out to put it on, but as soon as her hand touches it, its form shifts as if coming alive. Darting to her feet and wrapping around it hungrily, it spits out pieces of her old boots as it penetrates her skin. To her relief, the violence stops there, and instead it tightens around her skin cloyingly. These gifted magical boots offer superior protection, but they force Miao to be more careful with her steps. Since wearing them regularly, she has become warmer and gregarious. Stage 2: "We see that there has been a comfortable marriage between you and our gift. Perhaps you would be interested in enchanting it further? Since it's attuned to your body now, it is possible to make it more powerful. Of course, as an extension of Slaanesh's favor to you, we would enchant it as another gift." Seeing that she hasn't rejected their offer, they continue with a confident smile, "Our enchanters are ready," pointing to a row of eager-looking androgynous daemons. "Our methods may be foreign to a native of Cathay, but the results speak for themselves. There are enough of them that stamina will not be an issue." Since wearing the boots, there seems to be more joy every day. Miao Ying started to question the meaning of a life spent guarding the bastion against incessant invaders. In all her devotion to duty, where was time for herself? She indulges herself and follows them to the enchantment room. With a growth in power, the heels also grew in height, forcing Miao into a permanent seductive strut that was rather unbecoming of the Matriarch of Nan-Gau. However, complaints from the court are rarely heard nowadays. One could only wonder how Miao Ying was enticing them to be content. Stage 3: "Welcome back, Dragon-slut." Miao Ying flinched at the last word, partially from excitement. Their grin extends into a full smile at her lack of hostility, knowing full well how deeply the heels' corruption has seeped into her. "We see that you have been enjoying yourself lately. Isn't it so much better to just let go? If you are ready, we may proceed to the last stage of enchantment. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that those are the Heels of Degradation, artefacts of extreme power reserved for bringing down demigods. You should feel honored. The last enchantment can only be done when you are open to us," nodding to a row of stout demons with suggestive bulges. "During the height of your rapture, we will seal the Heels of Degradation onto you permanently and also brand you officially with the mark of Slaanesh. We promise it will be the best moment of your life." Miao Ying can no longer justify her dalliance with Slaanesh as being for the greater good. Deep down, she craves to be degraded by those stupid sadistic nobles, dirty ugly peasants, and especially those filthy brutal daemons. All of whom she can destroy on a whim, but has bound herself not to. Instead, she enjoys their insults, abuse, and the occasional smack, punch, kick, or trampling of her face by a brave mortal. This sense of helplessness is intoxicating, especially because it is self-inflicted. She would love nothing more than to seal herself forever in the Heels of Degradation. Yet again, Slaanesh's gift came in the form of an enchantment to the now-revealed Heels of Degradation. During her rapture as she was being rammed from three holes, a golden seal formed around her left ankle, signifying the completion of the enchantment. It was perfectly smooth with no means of removing it, permanently sealing the heels onto her. Even higher than before, the heels forced Miao onto her toes and reduced her movement to an amble that served to parade her body more than move her around her soldiers. During her afterglow, Slaanesh's brand was planted across her breast as a reminder that she was the property of Slaanesh - just that thought alone now excited her more than defeating foes in combat. Stage 4: "Mmmmm yesssss," The daemons as they circle Miao Ying's body and admire their work. "You are willing to accept the blessings of Slaanesh, but your body could use some improvement to become a more perfect receptacle. Your shapeshifting powers are a bit of a problem for us - the normal mutations we offer wouldn't stick." The familiar group of demons carrying a chest shuffles over, holding inside it a set of wicked-looking metal pieces. Seeing the confusion on her face, they grinned sadistically and said, "These have been fashioned after studying your body during your time enchanting with us. While not as powerful as your Heels of Degradation, they compensate by being specific to you. And, of course, by being inside you. They are piercings, and over time will mould the parts pierced to Slaanesh's desire, and keep them that way. Your features are a bit too feisty for our liking. Let's start with fixing your nose and improving your lips." Miao Ying is getting more and more used to her human form, preferring it over your natural dragonic form even outside the presence of mortals. Isn't it lonely being a dragon? In human form, she could have so much fun, simply by wandering the streets of Nan-Gau like a whore. The previously familiar streets became almost foreign as she recently grew into her new slutty self. Conspicuous stores that looked like abandoned warehouses before now openly display themselves as brothels ( few of which she has visited and worked in by now). Miao Ying was fascinated by the piercings some whores have in the brothels, so why should it be different now? She is ready to embrace her human form more intimately. The wicked black piercings appear in stark contrast to Miao's pale contenance, brazenly highlighting that she has been pierced. Her previously iconic and intimidating broad nose and thin lips were tamed by the piercings into more traditionally feminine forms. A ring through her nose restrains the previously angry flaring of her nostrils. A piercing through her lips keeps them plump, advertising their lewd purpose. The piercings provide a constant source of pain and pleasure for Miao, conditioning her to handle greater pain, but also distracting her from feeling pain from some of her enemies. Stage 5: "Can't get enough, can you? We know what you want, and we can give it to you," they say, brandishing a set of heavy-looking rings. Miao Ying can't help but bite her lips and get wet at the thought of mutilating her body with them. She has tried putting on more adventurous piercings, but without Slaanesh's vile magic in them, your body always expelled them automatically. "Good, slut, we smell your excitement. Your acceptance of pain is commendable, and your dedication to the satisfaction of your troops deserves a reward. Accept this great honor from Slaanesh, and bond with this holy steed," they say as demons bring up a palanquin, signifying that what is inside must be some relic of great import, to have treatment befitting nobility. "Let it attach to your back, eventually merging with your spine, and your body will reach magnificent heights previously unseen. More practically, to a sex-crazed slut like you, it will start by expanding your ass and shrinking your waist. You've always wanted to be objectified into the dream of your servants, yes? Accept this, and they will never take your orders seriously again, instead sneaking into your chambers to fuck, rape and abuse you in the night. That is your wish, do not try to deny it." Can Miao Ying deny her base nature? Has she always been like this? Secretly wanting to be subdued? Their words touched on her desires, and clearly, the scent of her excitement confirmed their hypothesis. At this point, there is no turning back, so Miao Ying moves forward and embraces her role as Slaanesh's toy. Defiled by vulgar piercings, Miao's body shamelessly advertises her masochistic tendencies. Slaanesh's corruption visibly seeps from them, tinting her surrounding skin purple. It is impossible to imagine her past aloofness and austerity from her current form, configured to give others pleasure and to her, pain. Her now pierced nipples, broad hips, and abused ass get in the way of fighting, but are valuable assets in fucking, which she prefers over fighting anyway. The centerpiece of Slaanesh's gift is the mutated steed attached to her back. Its claws dig into her waist, acting like a corset to reconfigure her body further. Its purpose is yet unclear, but Miao can't help but gasp and get wet whenever its tongue pierces her ear, as if it is fucking her brain directly. Just the anticipation of how it will modify her body gets her horny enough to find the nearest cock to fuck. Stage 6: "You're back... And yet Slaanesh graces you with attention," they say with what Miao Ying senses a tinge of jealousy. What is her relation to them now? Has Slaanesh ever had a servant as powerful as her, the Masochistic Storm Dragon? "Nonetheless, the Dark Prince's will is clear. Put on this collar, slut" they motion to a golden spiked collar set before her. Curiosity takes hold, and she reaches for the gift, only for its powers to take her by surprise. Miao Ying finds herself an outsider, gazing down at what appears to be her own body. She watched helplessly as that copy of hers snapped the collar open and placed it around her throat. With that final damning snap, the collar is permanently sealed into place. The chains that dangle from it rise into the air as they are gripped by a mighty, inhuman hand that materializes before you. Slaanesh has taken hold of her leash. "You did well to come this far," Miao Ying heard directly in her mind, "and with your acceptance of my ring, we are one. You shall know not earthly love, only desire and satisfaction. Empathy is weakness, and you shall not need it. You shall submit, you shall be ravaged, you shall know pain and pleasure indivisible, and you shall ever desire more." With a sudden jerk of the leash, her body falls to the floor in a submissive pose, ass raised to the air and head held low as if to beg. Slaanesh's many appendages form around her, enwrapping her helpless form and beginning their agonizing and pleasurable fucking. Miao Ying's face uncontrollably contorts in pleasure, and she cannot contain the moans inside her throat any longer. She cannot recall how long she was there, watching herself be degraded, used, beaten, and abused by Slaanesh, but she eventually finds herself returned to her own body in the same pose as her vision, soaking wet and, to her dismay, not filled. Miao Ying needs more; she demands more, and her Master shall give it to her. All she needs to do is give Him everything he desires..." Miao's Collar of Submission advertises herself as having submitted to Slaanesh and becoming one of his brides. Shackles in the same style adorn her arms, with chains that float in the air, said to be held by Slaanesh himself. Along with the collar, Slaanesh gifted her a mark over her womb, said to "help consummate their marriage." Broadening her hips and readying her body to breed with beasts, and daemons, the mark yet promises even more power. Complete submission has removed the final barrier between Miao Ying and the Heels of Degradation. Her flesh has bonded with them and become one. While no longer contained by the Heels, they have left their mark. Her feet have been permanently altered into a pair of biological heels.