[Crazy Legend 3]

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The Mad Legend (Part 3)
Outside the palace of the Duchy of Barontri, a troop of gleaming warriors stood in neat rows on either side. The elite guards of the Biot Kingdom drew their swords, for here lay the most important meeting in the continent's history—Princess Anita of the Biot Kingdom would meet Carlos, the leader of the Reap rebels.
Surrounded by the guards, a beautiful woman, elegantly dressed and exuding grace, emerged. She had long, flowing golden hair, wore a crown, and a noble, captivating smile graced her beautiful face. Beneath an apricot-yellow cloak, she wore a flowing crimson dress and black high heels, stepping gracefully from her palanquin. She was Princess Anita, the regent of the powerful Biot Kingdom.
Beside the princess followed a petite, dark-haired woman. Her fitted attire accentuated her slender, sexy figure, and a dark red cloak made her appear even more spirited. She was none other than Oria, the princess's most capable general, known as the "Flower of Biotti." Unlike the smiling Princess Anita, Oria's beautiful face was filled with vigilance, and her steps were heavy and steady.
Princess Anita, with a relaxed smile, walked towards Grand Duke Charles's palace. The twenty-eight-year-old princess, thanks to her excellent self-care, looked much younger than her actual age. Her only thought at that moment was to end this war that had brought immense disaster to the entire kingdom, and she had no idea what fate awaited her!
When Duchess Natasia's handwritten letter returned to Biotti, the princess immediately felt immense relief. She firmly believed everything stated in the capable duchess's letter—Carlos was willing to personally negotiate a ceasefire with the princess in a neutral location. Then, Princess Anita's cousin—Grand Duke Charles of Barontri—also sent a messenger—he was willing to act as an intermediary in these negotiations. So the Queen, accompanied by her most trusted lieutenant, Olya, and her guards, arrived at Charles's territory, Barontry.
Although Olya harbored little affection for Charles—whom she had once refused to marry, a man known for his selfishness—and doubted Carlos's sincerity, she also hoped for an early end to the war—despite the unparalleled prestige it had brought
her. However, compared to the hopeful princess, Olya was more wary and cautious. === ...
For some reason, Charles's gaze today made Oria feel extremely uncomfortable. Although Charles was of noble birth and handsome appearance, a perfect match for the stunning Oria, the army's beauty, Oria still harbored no goodwill towards the Grand Duke—not entirely because of his incompetent command in the war. Therefore, she preferred to drink alone rather than meet Charles's burning gaze.
Just as Princess Anita was about to ask Charles again why Carlos and Natasia hadn't appeared yet, hurried footsteps sounded outside the palace. The thin Carlos entered, surrounded by a dozen of Charles's guards!
"Your Highness, it's been years, and you're still as beautiful as ever!" Carlos, seated, raised his glass with a beaming smile.
Anita looked at this wicked rebel leader, her feelings a complex mix. This same thin, wretched Carlos had been a hostage in Biot for over twenty years. In those days, he was so obsequious to the princess that when the late Chancellor, Duke Minola—Natasia's father—suggested that Anita eliminate Carlos, the wise and kind princess hesitated and then refused. Anita now felt that this might be the most regrettable decision she had made in all these years!
"Carlos, where is Natasia?" Ignoring Carlos's flattery, Anita noticed that her most trusted chief squire was not with Carlos and immediately sensed an ominous premonition.
"Hahaha! Natasia? She's busy right now!!" Carlos laughed wildly.
"Carlos!" Olya was furious at this man's rudeness and she shouted sharply.
"Don't be hasty, Miss Olya! Your Majesty Anita, please witness the splendid performance of the esteemed Duchess Natasia!!" Carlos said with a sly grin, walked to a huge oil painting on the wall behind Charlie, and suddenly ripped it down!
"Ah!!!" Princess Anita and Oria screamed simultaneously! They were stunned by the scene behind the painting!!
Behind the enormous painting was a glass wall, through which they could see the adjacent room. In the center of the spacious room, a beautiful woman was miserably bound, naked, and brutally violated by two burly men. This tragic woman was none other than Princess Anita's messenger—Natasia!
In the center of the room was a raised platform, upon which Natasia lay naked and bound, like a dog. Her long legs were bent beneath her, her ankles tied to an iron rod with ropes, forcing her legs wide open. Her plump, white buttocks were raised high, pitifully exposing the duchess's alluring vulva and two pitiful little holes, ready to be violated. Natasia's arms were twisted behind her back and tied to the ceiling with a rope, making her upper body almost level with her buttocks. Her chestnut hair was also haphazardly tied with ropes to her arms, forcing Natasia's head to be raised as well.
The Duchess's mature, slender body, exposed without any covering, was covered in marks of cruel humiliation: faint whip marks were still visible on her once silky smooth back and thighs; her two tender breasts were covered with dark blue finger marks; her round, upturned buttocks were also crisscrossed with finger marks and whip marks; in addition, her calves and arms were bruised and purple from being bound by ropes. Natasia's current appearance was incredibly miserable and wretched!
But for Natasia, even more tragic was that she was not only being shamefully bound and displayed before her enemies, but also being brutally raped by two men! One of Carlos's henchmen stood behind the bound Duchess, his hands gripping her battered buttocks, forcefully venting his lust on her defenseless body. His thick penis forced open Natasia's tight, narrow anus, thrusting in and out savagely.
The raped woman could not resist, not even cry out or groan, because her mouth was also stuffed with another man's penis! Standing before Natasia was another of Carlos's men, who cradled the duchess's humiliated and pained face in his hands, savoring the woman's warm lips with a satisfied expression. Natasia, in turn, painfully sucked on his thick penis, tears of shame mingling with saliva streaming down her lips and neck.
"Carlos! You…" Seeing Natasia being so cruelly and shamelessly raped and violated by the enemy, Olya was consumed by rage. She screamed and jumped up!
"Charlie! What's going on?!" Princess Anita demanded sharply. Her envoy was being humiliated and abused by Carlos like a slave. Her beautiful face was filled with anger and surprise, her full breasts heaving violently.
"Hmph, foolish women! You've been tricked! Just wait to be fucked like this bitch Natasia!! Hahaha!!!" Carlos laughed hysterically.
Charlie, who had been silent all along, now had a dark cloud over his handsome face. Without a word, he waved his hand, and countless fully armed guards rushed out of the corridors around the palace, rushing towards the furious princess and Olya...
Olya felt like she was about to collapse. She felt as if she were soaked in water, but she couldn't drink a drop, or even lick her chapped lips.
The petite and voluptuous Olya was suspended in mid-air in an empty cell, shaped like the Chinese character "人" (person). Rough ropes tightly bound her wrists, suspending her from the rafters. Her shoes and socks had been stripped off, and Olya's bare, slender, white ankles were firmly bound to two pillars, forcing her straight, shapely legs open to their limit.
Four braziers of blazing charcoal surrounded the suspended woman, making her sweat profusely. Her sweat-soaked clothes clung to her body, fully revealing Olya's exquisite and voluptuous curves. A rubber ball with countless tiny holes was stuffed into Olya's mouth, secured behind her head with a leather strap, completely blocking her small mouth. Her genitals were covered in a glistening liquid, indistinguishable between sweat and saliva. Her beautiful black hair was soaked with sweat, clinging to her flushed face in clumps, making her look disheveled and miserable.
Aurelia felt immense sorrow and anger, especially when she thought of her own and Queen Anita's fate. The scene of Natasia being raped and violated in the hall flashed through her mind, and Aurelia, who could disregard life and death on the battlefield, felt a panic and terror she had never felt before!
Aurelia had no idea how long she had been hanging there; she only felt as if all her strength was being drained away with the sweat, and her bound hands and feet were gradually becoming numb.
"My beauty, are you feeling uncomfortable?!" With the sound of the cell door opening, a familiar voice came from behind Aurelia.
"Charlie!" Aurelia immediately recognized the despicable man's voice. She instinctively wanted to curse this villain who had betrayed her and the Queen to Carlos, but she could only manage muffled "oohs" from her mouth, which was gagged with a rubber ball, her bound and suspended body trembling with rage.
Charlie walked up to the angry woman, staring at Olya's face, flushed and sweating from the heat of the charcoal fire, filled with anger and tension, and suddenly laughed!
"Oliya! You didn't expect to meet me in this kind of situation, did you? Hahaha, how amusing! The dignified 'Flower of Biotti,' Olya, is being hung up to meet her lover?!" He said, reaching out to grab the two full and elastic breasts beneath the woman's soaked clothing.
"I've wanted to touch these things for a long time, and they feel wonderful!" Olya's clothing was soaked with sweat, clinging to her body, revealing the shape of her two full breasts without any concealment, almost as if she were naked.
Charlie's hands roughly grabbed and squeezed Olya's full breasts, filling her with panic and shame! Her face burned like fire as she glared angrily at the despicable man before her, muffled "oohs" coming from her gagged mouth, her suspended body writhing violently.
"It's really too hot here! Olya, look how soaked you are! Let me help you take your clothes off!" Charlie said, pulling a small knife from his pocket.
"No! No!!" Olya screamed inwardly, her eyes instantly filled with terror and pleading as she desperately shook her head.
"Don't be shy!" Charlie grinned maliciously, swiftly cutting through Olya's sweat-soaked clothes with the knife, then roughly tearing the ripped garments from her drenched body!
Charlie stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the naked beauty hanging before him. Olya's figure was petite and well-proportioned; her silky, taut skin glistened with sweat, making her even more alluring. Her long, dark hair was wet and disheveled, her beautiful face flushed with shame, and her eyes closed, emitting humiliating moans from her mouth gagged with rubber balls. Rough ropes dug deeply into the delicate skin of her wrists and ankles; the naked woman, her legs spread and bound, was suspended in mid-air, her snow-white body writhing defiantly. It was hard to imagine that this beautiful yet tragically naked woman was the renowned general Olya of Biot's army!
Charlie leered as he approached Olya, his eyes fixed on the two round, plump mounds of flesh on her chest, trembling with each twist of her body, their tender pink nipples now even more prominent with shame.
Charlie's hands slid down Olya's bare chest, and he could clearly feel the woman's body trembling slightly under his wanton caresses. His hands slid over her flat and shapely waist and abdomen, reaching for the secret place covered by the thick pubic hair between the female captive's legs.
"Ugh..." Olya felt Charlie's hands roughly kneading her delicate petals, and a finger was about to be inserted into her dry flesh! She immediately opened her eyes, shaking her head desperately, whimpering incessantly with shame and anxiety.
"Hmm? Still a virgin?!" Charlie suddenly withdrew his finger from Olya's secret place, grinning lewdly. Olya's eyes were filled with pleading and panic, almost crying, and she nodded frantically.
"That's even better!" Charlie said, quickly pulling down his pants.
"Little slut, let you taste the flavor of a man!" Charlie said with a lewd laugh, unbuckling the belt behind Olya's head and removing the rubber ball from her mouth.
"Charlie, you bastard! You...you kill me! No! No..." As soon as the rubber ball was removed from Olya's mouth, she screamed in shame and panic!
Ignoring the woman's angry screams, Charlie walked up to Olya, pressed his thick, hard penis against the tight, trembling flesh of the female prisoner's lower body, and, holding Olya's sweaty, plump buttocks with both hands, thrust forward violently!
"Ah!!! Bastard!!! Ah!!!" Olya immediately felt something hot penetrate her tender, untouched flesh, a pain as if it were tearing her apart surged from her lower body, her suspended body arched backward, her head thrown back, letting out a shrill scream!
"Phew, so tight!" Charlie held Olya's writhing, sweaty body tightly, feeling the warm flesh walls enveloping his penis contracting in waves, a stream of bright red virgin blood flowing from her brutally violated flesh, further arousing his desire. Charlie, panting heavily, gripped the female prisoner's plump, fleshy buttocks and thrust forcefully, causing the raped woman to let out continuous, piercing screams and painful groans...
The raped woman's naked body hung limply in the air, swaying, crimson blood mixed with white semen flowing down her firm, white thighs. Olya, head bowed, sobbed intermittently, feeling immense humiliation and anger, as well as the sorrow of being utterly violated and ravaged by the enemy.
Satisfied with his lust, Charlie stood before the sobbing and groaning Olya, enjoying the pitiful and shameful state of the female general being raped. An even more wicked idea appeared in his mind.
Charlie directed two servants to tie two leather straps to Olya's thighs, then fastened the straps to two pulleys on the side of the roof, and then untied the ropes binding the female prisoner's feet. Then they pulled the pulley, raising the female prisoner's legs, which were bound with leather straps, and spreading them wide apart, positioning the suspended woman in a posture that appeared as if she were sitting in mid-air with her legs wide open.
Olya struggled desperately, cursing loudly. But with her hands and legs bound and having just been raped, her resistance was futile; she was still forced into this shameful position, her legs almost at waist level, her feet wide open, dangling in the air.
Charlie watched as Olya, bound and suspended, lowered her head, sobbing uncontrollably in humiliation. Her two round, snow-white legs swayed gently, the dark red marks left by the tight rope binding her slender ankles clearly visible. Between her wide-open legs, around her recently raped vulva, there were still traces of semen and blood. Combined with the sweat dripping from her naked body, Olya's appearance at that moment was both tragic and beautiful.
Charlie walked behind Olya, and because her legs were forcibly spread apart, the tight, rounded anus between her full, round buttocks was exposed without any cover.
“Hehe, I just finished with your front hole, now it’s your back! The dignified ‘Flower of Biot’ Olya, now you should taste what it’s like to have your ass fucked!” Charlie stared at the light brown, gently pulsating little hole between the snow-white, round mounds of flesh, speaking lewdly.
“No! Charlie, you, you bastard! Why are you bullying me like this! If you have the guts, kill me! Don’t touch me!!!” Olya never expected the seemingly refined Charlie to utter such vulgar words and have such shameless thoughts! Olya felt that being raped in the anus by an enemy was even more shameful than being raped in the front, and the thought of Charlie’s thick penis being inserted into her narrow anus must be even more painful. She felt both ashamed and afraid; the immense shame and fear caused her to scream hysterically.
Charlie remained unmoved by Olya's screams and struggles. He inserted his index finger into the female prisoner's tight anus and dug forcefully, feeling her tense body convulse violently, her snow-white, round buttocks trembling incessantly, and her warm, tender anal flesh tightly wrapped around his finger.
Charlie's rough digging caused the violated woman to let out miserable screams, but Charlie also felt that the petite beauty's fierce resistance put a lot of pressure on his finger. It seemed that it wouldn't be easy for him to comfortably insert his penis into her anus. Charlie frowned, beckoned a servant over, whispered a few words, and then withdrew his finger.
Charlie saw that his finger was covered with some brownish filth left in the woman's anus. He grinned wickedly and suddenly stuck his finger into Olya's still heavily panting, open mouth!
"Little slut, taste your own excrement! Hahaha... Ouch!" Charlie was gloating as he inserted his filthy finger into Olya's mouth, roughly rubbing it against her soft tongue. Suddenly, in a fit of extreme shame and anger, Olya bit him hard! Charlie screamed in pain!
"You beast! Spit!!" Olya nearly fainted from shame and rage as Charlie shoved the finger he had just used to probe her anus into her mouth. Her naked body, suspended in mid-air, trembled with rage as she shouted curses.
"You filthy bitch! You dare bite me?! You'll regret this!!" Charlie's finger was nearly bitten off by Olya; he hissed in pain, glaring fiercely at her.
At that moment, the servant returned, handing Charlie a black rubber rod. The rod was pointed at one end, its surface covered with tiny protrusions, about two inches thick and a foot long, appearing both hard and elastic. Charlie brandished the rubber rod in front of Olya's eyes, saying viciously, "You filthy bitch, see this? I'm going to use it to loosen your asshole first!"
"No! No, no!!!" Olya screamed in panic at the sight of the terrifying rubber rod!
"You filthy bitch, scared now? Heh heh, too late! Just wait until your asshole bursts open!!" Charlie cursed viciously, walked behind the female prisoner who was hanging up, roughly spread her round, plump buttocks, and shoved the terrifying rubber rod into Olya's round, narrow anus!
"Ah!!!" Olya immediately felt a burning pain in her buttocks. Her tender anus was torn by the rough insertion of the rubber rod in Charlie's hand, and blood flowed out from the stretched-open flesh!
A cruel smile crept across Charlie's face as he watched blood flow down the abused woman's round, plump buttocks to her thighs. He slowly twisted the rubber rod in his hand, inserting it inch by inch into Olya's anus!
"Bastard! Beast!! Charlie! Kill me..." Olya trembled in pain, feeling as if her buttocks were being torn apart. The immense humiliation drove her almost insane. But bound and suspended, Olya was powerless to resist, only able to tremble with grief and indignation as she cursed loudly.
"You filthy bitch, scared?! Beg me! Promise to be my slave forever, and I'll spare you!"
"You...you can't! Ah...beast! Ah..." Olya stubbornly cursed, desperately twisting her white buttocks to escape, but the rubber rod in Charlie's hand was still deeply inserted into her anus.
"Still being stubborn?!" Charlie grinned maliciously, suddenly increasing the frequency, and began rapidly thrusting his thick, long rubber rod into Olya's torn anus!
Olya was tormented by Charlie's abuse, her vision blurred, and the excruciating pain, as if her body was being ripped apart, caused her to break out in a cold sweat, almost fainting. She screamed and cursed, but couldn't help crying out.
Charlie cruelly ravaged Olya's buttocks with the rubber rod. After a long while, he noticed that the female prisoner's screams and curses were gradually weakening, and her snow-white, plump buttocks were no longer twisting violently; only her body was still trembling slightly. He realized that Olya was probably about to faint from his torture, so he withdrew the rubber rod.
At this moment, Olya lowered her head and groaned softly, her full breasts rising and falling weakly, the blood flowing from her anus almost covering her plump, firm thighs, and her torn anus was pitifully open and twitching slightly, a truly tragic sight.
Charlie, holding the rubber rod stained with blood and filth from Olya's anus, walked up to her. Suddenly, he pinched her face, forcing her to open her groaning, sobbing mouth, and shoved the rubber rod into her mouth!
"Ugh, ugh..." The thick, long, filthy rubber rod shoved into Olya's throat, causing her to whimper and struggle in pain.
"You filthy bitch, taste your own dirty asshole first! Then taste what it's like to have a man's cock fuck your asshole!!" Charlie said viciously, taping the rubber rod to Olya's face so she couldn't spit it out. Then, staring at Olya's pretty face filled with humiliation and anger, he walked behind her, cursing viciously.
"Ugh..." Olya's mouth was stuffed with the filthy rubber rod, making her want to vomit but unable to, and the blood and feces filling her mouth made her suffer even more. Olya struggled to let out muffled sobs, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.
Charlie walked behind Olya, embraced her voluptuous body, aimed his erect penis at her still-bleeding vagina, and thrust it in hard!

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