Golden Eyes

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"Beautiful Princess Irene, we meet again. I have long admired your captivating body. I hope you will perform well tonight." The Gallic King stared at Princess Irene with undisguised lewdness. Her beautiful, voluptuous body, alluring face, high, snow-white breasts, and long, straight legs were all adorned in a magnificent purple court dress that hugged her beautiful form. Princess Irene felt the Gallic Emperor's rough hands roaming over her body, ready to strip her naked and rape her at any moment. Although she had been prepared for this since her capture, in war, for women, especially beautiful women, death was a luxury once captured. Their corpses were sometimes even defiled or eaten!
"Ah! Your Majesty, you!" The princess looked on with shame and indignation as the Emperor's hands brazenly kneaded her breasts. "Ah!" The princess screamed in pain as the Emperor pinched her snow-white breasts hard. Today, the Kingdom of Vil is groveling at his feet. Her husband, the King of Vil, has been beheaded by his own hand and his head hangs outside the city gates. He is now the King of Vil, and everything in Vil belongs to him. No one can resist, including herself. From today onward, he can ravage her at any time and place, forcing her from the most dignified queen into the most wanton woman. He can even use all sorts of normal and abnormal methods to ravage her, and she can only silently endure it, because she has no chance to resist.
"Princess Irene's breasts are truly something else. As expected of the Night Rose, she certainly has the assets. Guards, take the Princess to the cage I have prepared specifically for her," the Emperor ordered. "

A cage?" Princess Irene thought, silently following the guards. She knew the fate of a beautiful woman from a defeated nation; to continue living, she had to pay a price. The only price she still had was this beautiful body.

"We've arrived, Your Highness," the guard said. "This is a cage made of gold, your living quarters from now on. His Majesty said he hopes you will like it. This is a gift from His Majesty." The guard took out a gold-plated collar with the words "Number One Bitch, Night Rose, Eileen" written on it. "Please bathe and change, Your Majesty may need you to serve him tonight." Princess Eileen looked at the enormous golden cage, with a large bed in the center. Around the bed were many metal handcuffs and other tools. She knew these would bring her much extra pain, but she had no way to resist. After looking for a while, she lowered her head and whispered, "I understand."

The maid beside her said, "Then we will help you bathe, Your Majesty."

The lady-in-waiting ordered hot water to be prepared to help Princess Eileen change. This was something they did often and were used to. After a while, the maids brought in hot water, filled the bathtub, and lowered the curtain to cover the bathroom. Petals were scattered on the water. Then, they poured perfume into the hot water and stirred it to distribute the perfume evenly.

Steam rose from the tub, filling the air with fragrance. Princess Eileen stood beside the tub, lost in thought for a moment, a strange blush rising on her pretty face. She only slowly returned to normal when the maids helped her undress. Her already tall figure was made even more striking by her deliberately straightened posture.

Princess Eileen wore a purple evening gown that accentuated her full, high breasts, revealing her fair arms and shoulders. The graceful curves of her mature, voluptuous body were fully displayed. The skirt was tied loosely at the back with a thin belt, the two panels overlapping in the front, partially covering her legs. A fringe adorned the hem, adding to the flowing effect and giving the impression of ethereal beauty.

The maid bent down and slowly lifted Princess Irene's skirt, allowing her to remove her silver-white high heels. As the skirt was lifted, Princess Irene's long, shapely legs were gradually revealed. After removing the high heels, she casually removed the stockings, and Princess Irene's beautiful, smooth, and shapely legs were fully displayed before the maid. Her skin was so white and lustrous, her lines delicate and beautiful, like ivory carvings—legs that would drive men mad!

The maid stood behind the princess, untied the belt of her skirt, and gently pulled it down, leaving Princess Irene's body almost completely naked. Her white skin appeared exceptionally smooth and delicate in the rising steam. Princess Irene's strapless bodice was dark red, and under the lamplight, it seemed to blush faintly, like the shy blush of a beautiful young woman on her wedding night.

Carefully, circle by circle, the silk bodice that had been covering her breasts was slowly untied, revealing Princess Irene's high, firm breasts completely to the air. Although she was nearly 40, Princess Irene's breasts

were fuller than those of the maids around her, showing no signs of sagging. Two scarlet agate nipples shone brightly in the lamplight. Freed from the bodice's constraints, Princess Irene couldn't help but stretch her breasts, letting the pleasant feeling slowly permeate her entire body.

At the maid's prompting, Princess Irene quietly lay down on the armchair beside the bathtub, allowing the maid to slowly remove the last of her clothing. When she was completely naked, she felt a touch of shyness, but also a touch of relief. In her heart, she silently sighed, thinking how wonderful it would be if time could stand still in this moment.

Princess Eileen's body was breathtakingly beautiful. Her alabaster skin was flawless, translucent, and exquisitely curved, making her a living Venus. Her breasts were full and firm, with pert pink nipples. Small mounds of fat on either side of her lower abdomen accentuated her curves, making them appear even more voluptuous and rounded. Her long, slender legs were like perfectly sculpted pieces of white jade, without a single flaw. Between her legs, in that triangular forbidden garden, lay a small hill covered with dense, tender grass, seemingly waiting quietly for a man to pluck it.

Facing the enormous glass mirror, Princess Eileen was lost in thought, a touch of loneliness and sorrow quietly rising in her heart. She could clearly see in the mirror that her body was still so beautiful, so alluring, so full of life—the place that had once nurtured a child. She was still so voluptuous, so delicate. With the introduction of a seed of life, she could nurture even more. Her body, her skill, her unwavering obedience—she could still make any man submit to her.
Even if she were to compete with the young concubines of the Gallic Emperor, she believed she wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

Late that night, the Gallic Emperor indeed arrived. Perhaps he had drunk some wine at the victory celebration; he seemed exceptionally excited. His face was flushed, and his eyes shone like the morning star. Of course, to Queen Irene, this excitement was merely a harbinger of unleashed lust. Such a man would surely bring her more pain.
Her fate tonight might be even worse. "Haha, great beauty, you were indeed waiting for me, weren't you?" the Emperor lewdly chuckled.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your concubine Irene is begging for your favor." Princess Irene flirted with the Emperor, her makeup fresh, making her already beautiful face even more alluring. Her snow-white cleavage was fully displayed before the Emperor, and her carefully arranged dress was elegant and dignified, while her beautiful legs encased in purple stockings revealed the seductive charm of this beautiful noblewoman. In truth, women who had lived in the palace for so long understood that they were playthings of the victors, their existence dependent on the victors. So-called chastity, in their eyes, was not much different from death. She was still young and didn't want to die, so tonight she had to please the Gallic Emperor, making this man who had killed her husband reluctant to kill her. "I must live, I must captivate the Emperor, only then can I continue to live a life of luxury,"
Princess Irene told herself. She had to take the gamble.

"Very good. I heard that Princess Eileen is already 40 years old but still looks incredibly young, as beautiful and alluring as ever. I hope you'll perform well in bed tonight, or you'll know the consequences." The Emperor leered at his prize and threatened with a lascivious grin.

"Your Majesty, I assure you, I will give you the greatest pleasure," Princess Eileen quickly replied with a charming smile.
The Gallic Emperor unceremoniously pulled Princess Irene into his arms, his rough hands brazenly plunging inside her dark red strapless bodice to fondle her full, firm breasts. In his embrace, Princess Irene groaned and struggled, whispering, "No, no, Your Majesty, please be gentle," her hands already gripped. Suddenly, the Emperor forcefully parted the neckline of her dress, revealing her snow-white cleavage with a startled cry. This instantly intensified the man's desire. "Don't do

this…" Princess Irene groaned, trying to push the Gallic Emperor away, but her large breasts were already in the man's clutches, being shaped and deformed in his hands. The man held her voluptuous body tightly from behind, his hands reaching inside her purple dress, kneading her two full, soft breasts through the thin bodice without restraint. Princess Irene trembled, almost unable to stand. At this moment, her mind went blank. Her breasts were being kneaded until they ached, but she dared not resist, only writhing in pain.
The Gallic Emperor, seeing Princess Irene's alluring and seductive appearance, felt a surge of lust. "Ah!" Irene screamed. The Gallic Emperor roughly grabbed her hair and threw her onto the bed. "You slut, I'm going to give you a good time! If you don't satisfy me tonight, I'll throw you into the army camp as a camp prostitute, and let those stinking soldiers satisfy you!" The Emperor's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the beautiful Irene on the bed.

"Your Majesty, Irene will be very obedient. Irene will definitely satisfy Your Majesty." A hint of fear appeared on Irene's face, but it vanished immediately, replaced by her usual alluring charm. She looked at the Emperor pleadingly, her two snow-white breasts trembling restlessly within her tight court dress. She lay timidly on the bed like a tortured lamb. Princess Irene lay on her back in the middle of the bed, like a lamb awaiting punishment, weeping softly. She watched helplessly as she was about to be violated, with no way to escape. Her naked, silvery-white body shone with an indescribable radiance under the lamplight, adding a touch of sorrow to this extravagant night.

The Gallic Emperor, seeing Irene, this great beauty, so vulnerable, grew increasingly red-eyed, his breathing becoming heavy. Irene knew the storm was about to break. Suddenly, the Gallic Emperor ripped open her bodice, his hands plunging into Irene's courtly tunic, kneading and twisting her breasts mercilessly, pulling and reshaping her pink nipples. Pain etched on the queen's face, but she forced a smile at the Emperor, saying, "Your Majesty, please be gentle. Irene is yours now, please have mercy. Ah!" Irene cried out in pain, clutching her swollen cheek where the Emperor had slapped her.

Queen Irene bit her lip, daring not to cry anymore, but still turned her head away in humiliation. Her pristine, snow-white breasts, under the Gallic Emperor's ministrations, had slowly hardened and become erect. Ashamed of her body's involuntary reaction, she closed her captivating eyes, two streams of tears sliding down her pale cheeks.
The Gallic Emperor's breathing grew heavier. He buried his face in Princess Irene's deep cleavage, sucking on her nipple. The mature woman's full, rounded breasts deeply stimulated him. He increasingly roughly caressed and bit her breasts, causing her a tearing pain, but this was far less than the agony and sorrow in her heart.

"You slut, a sex slave isn't allowed to talk, you know?!" the Emperor said. "Come on, suck it."

"Yes." Irene raised her tear-streaked face, opening her delicate mouth. "Ouch!" The enormous penis almost filled her mouth, the Emperor grabbing her beautiful golden hair and thrusting forcefully. "Ah, ouch, ouch!" Eileen let out a muffled cry of pain.

"So good, Princess Eileen is so old but still so horny, oh! Your little mouth feels so good biting me,"
the Emperor said comfortably.

"Ah, ouch, ah!" Princess Eileen's delicate mouth was filled with the huge penis, her two tender white hands could only weakly pound the Emperor, and she could only let out miserable cries of "hmm, ahh." The Emperor became more and more excited, and suddenly the Gallic Emperor lifted one of her beautiful, slender legs and placed it on his shoulder. Without warning, he brutally and forcefully entered the beautiful princess's body. The princess's legs tightened, her delicate body trembled violently a few times, her full breasts shook violently, her head suddenly tilted back, revealing her slender white neck, and she let out a long scream, her left and right hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"So tight!" The Gallic Emperor let out a long breath, remaining deep inside Princess Eileen's body.
He reveled in the humiliation of the woman being violated. He hadn't expected Princess Eileen's body to be so tight; the unexpected pleasure spurred him to act quickly. He thrust excitedly, Princess Eileen's fair, smooth left leg raised high and resting on the Emperor's shoulder. With each thrust, her delicate right leg curled painfully against her chest, her plump thigh pressed tightly against her high right breast, while her left breast trembled like tofu on her snow-white bosom with the Emperor's frenzied movements. The Emperor brutally thrust in and out of the Princess's body, as if trying to send her to hell. The luxurious, comfortable bed seemed to shake from the Emperor's rough actions… "Ah, Your Majesty, you're too big, too fierce, be gentle, I beg you to be gentle,"
Eileen cried out in agony, pleading.

The Gallic Emperor paid no heed. He reveled in the feeling of conquest, especially the sensation of ravaging and trampling upon the most beautiful and noble woman of an enemy nation. It was a wonderful feeling.

"Your Majesty, no! Irene can't take it anymore! Your Majesty, be gentle! Ah, it feels so good!" Irene cried out incessantly, unaware that her cries only excited the Emperor more. "The Emperor's hands frantically kneaded her two snow-white, jade-like breasts." Ah! "Her hair was grabbed by the Emperor, her pretty face forced upwards to face the mirror, watching her body being ravaged. With each thrust, her breasts trembled, the golden necklace around her neck reflecting a soft light. She felt like a bitch trying to please her master.
"Ah!" Queen Irene's snow-white feet trembled incessantly, then suddenly tensed.

"You slut, scream! Does it feel good? Does it feel good to be fucked by me?" the Emperor said shamelessly.

"It feels so good, so good! Your Majesty, please be gentle," Eileen replied, her beautiful eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

She didn't know how much time had passed. The Emperor paused briefly, then grabbed one of the Queen's plump, round thighs and twisted it forcefully. He flipped her voluptuous body over, forcing her to kneel on the bed. The Emperor forcefully spread the Queen's two snow-white, plump buttocks and entered her body again from behind. The Emperor grabbed the Queen's disheveled hair with one hand, lifting her tear-streaked face high, revealing her long, white neck. He pressed his other hand firmly against the Queen's slender waist, beginning another round of violation like a lazy man pushing a cart. With each thrust, the Queen's two full breasts swayed rhythmically back and forth, incredibly alluring.

The Queen's snow-white fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her delicate features contorted in pain, her slender eyebrows furrowed tightly, and beads of sweat mingled with her tears as they streamed down her smooth cheeks. Her sexy lips parted slightly, and with each thrust of the Emperor, she let out a soft, baby-like moan. This moan eventually turned into a continuous groan.
Drunk, the Emperor quickly reached his limit. He writhed violently for a final half-minute before collapsing, panting, onto the Queen, completely releasing his seed into her body.
The demon was finally finished. The Queen finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying there limp and motionless.
Only her faint breathing and the slight rise and fall of her chest proved she was still alive.

"Slap!" The Emperor slapped her again. "You slut, you bitch, why are you crying if it's so good!"
"These are tears of happiness, Your Majesty, you are so powerful," Eileen said, covering her slapped face.

"Tears of happiness, haha, come, beautiful lady, I'll make you even happier," the Emperor said with a lewd and cruel smile.

Eileen had no choice but to kneel before the Emperor in a doggy-style position, her beautiful anus facing him. The Queen suddenly realized what the Emperor intended to do. She wanted to resist, but seeing the Emperor's imposing gaze, she dared not. She could only plead with him through humiliating tears. "Your Majesty, no, no, that's not fun. Eileen will serve you with her front."

"Eileen, do you know? When I was still a prince, I admired your beauty immensely. One of the three beauties of the Song of Solomon, Eileen, you were known as the Night Rose, conquering countless men's hearts with your maturity and allure. Back then, I thought, one day, one day, I will make you kneel at my feet, sucking my cock." The Gallic Emperor didn't seem in a hurry to take Queen Eileen's genitals, as if reminiscing about something.

"Your Majesty, this night rose now submits to you, begging only for your mercy." The beautiful Princess Irene turned around, raising her snow-white neck, her eyes filled with tears as she spoke softly, her gentle tone carrying an indescribable tenderness.

"Unfortunately, when you married King Ver, how could you possibly give a second glance to a mere prince like me? You were only 26 years old that year. At your wedding, I swore that I, Peter, would not be forever suppressed by your Yago Alliance. One day I will make my country strong, and you who despise me will pay the price. At that time, I will penetrate every hole in your night rose! I will lock you in a cage as a pet! So, beautiful Princess Irene, let me have my way!" With that, the Gallic Emperor roared, roughly spreading Princess Irene's snow-white buttocks apart. His enormous weapon, its purplish-red glans like a red-hot iron rod, plunged directly into her anus, without foreplay, without lubrication.

"Ah ... "Ah!!!!!!!!!

Your Majesty, ah!!! You beast! Ah!!!!!!!" Princess Irene struggled with all her might, her golden hair swaying wildly, her long, beautiful legs kicking erratically, her breasts heaving violently, her slender, white fingers gripping the sheets tightly—all of this showed the immense pain she was enduring. But for the Gallic Emperor, strong as a bear, this only aroused his lust.
At the edge of the princess's anus, bright red blood trickled down her smooth legs and finally settled on the sheets. This black bear ravaged Princess Irene until noon the next day. Her lower body was a mess, blood flowing from her anus, her eyes swollen and lifeless, and she was still draped in a torn court dress. Her entire body reeked of sweat and semen from the ordeal. The Gallic Emperor was thoroughly enjoying his work, his hands casually fondling her breasts.

"Beautiful lady, you satisfied me greatly yesterday. This will be your home from now on, Bitch Den Number One. When I need you, be dressed up and clean, and wait for me," the Emperor said with a smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Princess Eileen replied, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her head bowed in humiliation.
"By the way, here's an outfit for your daily wear. You'll need to wear it when you're serving me or other guests." The Emperor pointed to a purple, openwork, one-piece court suit, purple stockings, and purple high heels displayed on a clothes rack beside the cage. "You're known as the Night Rose. I think the night and purple go well together. What do you think?" the Emperor said.

"You're willing to let me sleep with others, Your Majesty? Don't you want me to serve only you?" Eileen asked the Emperor in disbelief. She suddenly understood that the Emperor meant for her to be a courtesan, both his plaything and a tool for him to cultivate relationships with powerful figures from various countries.

"Beautiful lady, you do taste good, but you're nothing more than a toy for fun. In my eyes, things without value have no reason to exist. If you don't want to, I'll send you to the military brothel to entertain my soldiers, and you'll suffer a fate worse than death!" the Gallic Emperor said calmly.

Queen Irene looked at the Emperor in horror, never expecting that someone as beautiful as her, and who had tasted her in his bed, would be so heartless as to send her away to be played with by others. The Gallic Emperor still smiled at her, but she clearly sensed his cold-bloodedness. "Yes, Your Majesty, Irene obeys your command," the Queen replied humiliatedly.
"Very good, beauty, go and change your clothes. But don't worry, I won't let anyone else play with you until I'm tired of you," the Emperor said lecherously.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Irene replied. The next morning, the Gallic Emperor delivered sterilization drugs. This shattered Irene's hopes of changing her fate through pregnancy with the Emperor's child; she realized she was nothing more than a toy in his eyes. Two months later, despite all her seductive charms, Queen Irene failed to hold onto the Emperor. A high-ranking envoy from the Aesop Alliance became her lover.

In the following year, the Gallic Emperor refrained from conquering neighboring countries, instead actively improving relations, especially with major powers. Every high-ranking diplomat and dignitary was entertained in the Golden Cage, and each emerging figure wore a satisfied expression and a hint of longing. Soon, everyone forgot about the Gallic invasion and the Kingdom of Ver.

2.

"Bitch Number One, His Majesty has ordered you to serve the distinguished guest from the Great Plains tonight." The woman sitting in front of the dressing table frowned slightly, sighed softly, and replied gracefully, "Yes, Eileen will serve the esteemed envoy from the Great Plains well." She slowly removed the embroidered gold ornaments from her forehead, one by one. There were no maids beside her. Her brows were furrowed, her expression carrying an indescribable sorrow and a seductive allure that drove men mad. All of this could not conceal her unparalleled beauty.

A huge cage was her current residence, suspended in mid-air. The cage was fully equipped, and everything inside gleamed with dazzling gold. The Gallic Emperor said that this was a golden cage for keeping a mistress, and Eileen was his first collection, his first canary. Before the exquisite dressing table and mirror, Princess Eileen gazed at her stunning and alluring reflection. Her long, black hair was meticulously combed, glossy and refined. Her exquisitely beautiful face, like a flower that could shame the moon and a fish that could sink to the bottom of the lake, was accompanied by a graceful and poetic demeanor. A purple silk bodice tightly encased her two large, snow-white breasts, the alluring curve tempting men to part it. She exuded the charm of a mature woman. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her bright eyes sparkling. Her makeup was more vibrant and captivating than usual, with bright red lipstick making her beautiful features appear even more three-dimensional. A jade hairpin adorned her high-bun hairstyle. A dignified and beautiful woman stood before her, wearing a purple, low-cut, thin-strapped, gold-embroidered dress that perfectly showcased her slender, curvaceous figure. Her breasts, half-exposed, were firm and round, breathtakingly beautiful, with a single exquisitely crafted diamond adorning the sparkling white peaks. Her undulating chest formed a captivating focal point, while sparkling diamond earrings adorned her delicate earlobes, highlighting her ethereal beauty. Her fair, full, and shapely buttocks, along with her slightly curled, rounded legs, created a beautiful and moving curve. No amount of perfect sculpting could capture the vibrant life force of this unparalleled beauty. She wore high heels embellished with silver-white diamonds, and her slender, pinkish-white feet were adorned with ten delicate, exquisite vermilion toes that exuded sex appeal.

In the center of the cage was an enormous bed, large enough to comfortably accommodate 3-5 people. The bed was made of gold, and around it were various unidentified metal devices. Metal handcuffs were attached to the four corners of the bed, and a golden round rod could be retrieved from underneath. Hidden in the rod's head were mechanisms that could launch barbs to bite. The bed was disassembled, and its mechanisms could restrain her body and limbs, pinning her firmly in place no matter how much she writhed in pain and madness. All she could do was plead for her abuser's mercy. She had personally experienced every toy on this bed, and every device and tool had been used on her. She could never forget those nights spent there.

She had been imprisoned in this cage for two whole years. During those two years, she was nothing more than a toy to the Gallic Emperor. Day and night, she was summoned by him, either to serve him as a tool for venting his lust, or to sleep with his guests, generals, or even brave soldiers. At first, she was not used to it. Although her country's defeat made her the Gallic Emperor's prisoner and plaything, and she sold her chastity and dignity to survive, willing to offer her precious body to the Gallic Emperor's pleasure, it did not mean that she was a lowly woman who would be used by anyone. In fact, she was the Queen of the Aago Alliance, who had received a good noble education since childhood. For many years, she had enjoyed wealth and luxury in the Kingdom of Ver. The king doted on her. Although the courtiers wanted nothing more than to push her down and ravage her when they saw her, they still pretended to be righteous and looked away, as if she were so noble in their eyes that these lowly men did not even dare to show their desire for her. Now she was a captive, and in the eyes of the Gallic Emperor, she was nothing more than a tool for sexual gratification, a toy to amuse, a useful sex slave. The war had stripped her of all her dignity as a woman; she now felt no longer like a woman, but a bitch to be fucked at any moment. Several times she tried to resist, but all she received was inhuman torture and torment. She looked at her beautiful, almost demonic face in the mirror, her full breasts adorned with bright red nipples, her delicate white hands slowly moving down to touch her most private parts, where a gold ring was placed on her most precious pearl, engraved with "Bitch Number One." She would never forget the price she had paid for that ring. Today, the Gallic Emperor summoned her to his bedchamber again. She wore a beautiful, alluring purple fitted dress, draped with a magnificent purple silk shawl, her slender, snake-like waist, long, strong legs, and high, firm breasts. She couldn't understand how the Gallic Emperor could bear to give her away to someone else.

In the midnight air, the beautiful, seductive, and sorrowful voice echoed endlessly within the golden cage: "Ah! Your Majesty, no, no, ah~!!!" The Gallic Emperor, as fierce as a black bear, hoisted the Queen's two long, slender, and fair legs onto his shoulders. His massive and heavy waist thrust his long, black, and shiny spear, brutally ravaging the slut. With each thrust, Eileen let out a pitiful and mournful cry, her legs involuntarily lifting, her arches hardening. "Your Majesty, you're so strong, Eileen can't take it anymore, Eileen is dying." Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her two delicate, white hands helplessly pressing against her lower body. Her exquisite and beautiful face was writhing in pain under the Gallic Emperor's violent thrusts, her face wet with tears, her tender, cherry-like lips pleading incessantly. "Ah!! Your Majesty!" Suddenly, the Gallic Emperor thrust hard. "Ah!" Eileen screamed in agony as her semen mixed with blood sprayed from her genitals onto the bed. The Emperor had sent Eileen flying. Eileen felt like her body was falling apart, and her genitals were in excruciating pain, but she still forced herself to sit up and force a smile. "Your Majesty, are you satisfied?" Queen Eileen said softly.
"Ah!" The Gallic Emperor casually slapped her across the face. Queen Eileen clutched her swollen cheek in pain, looking at the Gallic Emperor in terror.

"You slut, so useless. I think you're still not seductive enough. How about I send you to serve the soldiers for a few more days, hehe," the Gallic Emperor chuckled cruelly.

"No, no, Your Majesty, Eileen knows she was wrong. Please continue to enjoy your servant, Eileen will be very obedient,"
Eileen said in utter terror. She raised her swan-like neck, her beautiful face and ample breasts trembling, seducing the Gallic Emperor, her face showing a look of extreme fear and pleading.

Around the fourth month of her captivity, the Gallic Emperor arranged for her to serve one of his trusted men. She was immediately horrified by his appearance. If the Gallic Emperor was like a black bear, then his confidant was a veritable wild boar, his penis even larger than the Emperor's, as thick as a child's arm, engorged with grotesque bumps. When he roared and pounced on her, she instinctively tried to run away. The Gallic Emperor's confidant was delighted, enjoying this cat-and-mouse game, and relentlessly chased after her. In the struggle, Irene's clothes and stockings were torn to shreds. "Hiss! Hiss! Ah! Hahaha!!" Filled with wild lust and... A series of pitiful cries echoed through the room. Finally, the wild boar pushed her onto the bed, pinning her beneath him. His immense weight nearly suffocated her. She writhed and struggled, but how could a weak woman like herself contend with such a brutish man? His long, beautiful legs were forcefully spread apart, her snow-white thighs cruelly separated, revealing her alluring vulva. He pulled her labia majora open, her vagina instantly stretched to its maximum, creating a small, round opening. Her beautiful petals parted, gleaming with a lewd light, and her pink clitoris stood proudly erect before the boar. An extremely obscene scene was unfolding. He cruelly lifted her thighs high above his shoulders. Princess Eileen was in extreme pain and terror, her sexy body twisting and turning in an attempt to escape, her beautiful legs kicking helplessly. But all of this seemed to only increase his pleasure. "Haha, hahaha!!!" The boar pulled out his enormous penis, aimed it at Eileen's honey hole, and instead of inserting it, he ran his fingers over her labia, enjoying the wetness and stickiness. His large hands grabbed and squeezed Eileen's breasts, deliberately twisting her nipples to make her moan in pain. "General, no, please let me go, no, no!" Eileen cried, her face streaked with tears. She was beautiful and alluring, like a beautiful snake, constantly twisting and begging the king on top of her to let her go. "Beauty, my princess, you didn't expect this, did you?" "I, Heiru, a barbarian from Gaul, also have the chance to fuck you one day, hahaha!" With that, the boar thrust his massive penis into Eileen's uterus with force, like a burning stick. The tender walls of her vagina immediately enveloped his penis tightly. Although Eileen's genitals had been explored many times in recent days, the Gallic emperor considered her a very useful resource, so he always took meticulous care of her after each use, especially her genitals. Therefore, her honey hole was still exceptionally alluring and tight. Now, Eileen felt like her uterus was about to burst. The immense pain caused her delicate white hands to frantically pound on the boar, and her long, strong legs to kick him weakly. "Ah, no! You beast! General, please let me go! Ah!" Eileen cried out hoarsely. The boar was experiencing incredible pleasure. Beneath him lay the most beautiful and noble woman in the former Kingdom of Ver, a woman he had never even had the chance to approach before. Now, he had her pinned down, his penis pounding inside her, reveling in her bliss.

"Eileen, you filthy bitch, you slut, ah, so good, scream, scream!" the boar cried excitedly.
"Ah, no, General, please let me go!" Eileen pleaded helplessly.

Suddenly, the boar's tongue tried to force its way into her mouth. Unable to escape, she could only yield. A wave of sorrow washed over Eileen. Not only had she been played with by the Gallic Emperor, but she had also been given to the high-ranking members of the Yago Alliance as a plaything, and was even forced to "comfort" his generals. Would she then be forced to "comfort" his soldiers? She was, after all, a former queen, a woman of unparalleled beauty—this damned barbarian! Eileen was consumed by rage.
Suddenly, she snapped her teeth shut, biting down hard on the wild boar's tongue. The boar winced in pain, its mind clear. But being a seasoned soldier, it knew the art of war. Suddenly, its rough hands grabbed her white breasts, twisting them violently. "Ah!" Eileen cried out in agony, clutching her bruised nipples. Her body, so delicate and pampered, couldn't withstand such brutal abuse. At this point, she could only submit completely to the boar, tears welling in her eyes, no longer resisting. The boar's lower body moved rapidly, his thick, long penis repeatedly striking her clitoris, driving Eileen to a state of utter ecstasy, her eyes glazed and her body numb with pleasure. She let out mournful moans, her once taut, kicking legs now slumped to the sides, swaying with the boar's thrusting movements. Princess Eileen's genitals were wet and sticky with white foam, the boar indulging in the beauty's voluptuous body with unrestrained pleasure. In his smug satisfaction, he let out a long howl that shook the golden cage! He gently grasped Eileen's breasts with his large, fan-like hands, his lower body as strong as a lion or tiger, using his penis—arguably the strongest and most powerful in the world—to violently pound against Eileen's full, tender vulva like a siege engine… When the boar lay contentedly beside her the next day, Eileen felt as if she were already dead. Only the slight rise and fall of her bruised chest proved that this beauty was still alive. Her once beautiful face was twisted and deformed from the torment, her broken mouth and red eyes seemingly telling the story of the inhuman suffering she had endured that night. The next day, the Gallic Emperor learned that she had bitten a wild boar's tongue the night before. "You slut, your only value now is serving your guests! Yesterday you dared to bite your guest's tongue! You deserve punishment!" Princess Irene trembled on the ground, her beautiful, alluring body as helpless as a venomous snake about to be skinned alive.
"This is a military camp. There are twenty warriors of the Empire here. They were the first to scale the walls during the conquest of the Duchy of Ver. Therefore, His Majesty requires you to serve these twenty warriors tonight,"
the eunuch said in a hoarse voice.

"Eunuch, no, please don't! I don't want to serve them! Please let me see His Majesty again! I beg you!" Irene cried, her two soft breasts heaving with each sob.
"Bitch Number One, this is His Majesty's order. We servants have no choice but to obey, or we'll be beheaded." The eunuch looked cruelly at the beautiful woman before him. Eunuchs were all castrated men; they lacked the means to violate women, but that didn't mean they lacked desire. When this desire had nowhere to go, it often manifested as torturing women, especially beautiful and noble women, particularly those they envied. They loved to see these beautiful women groaning and suffering beneath men.

"Go in," Princess Eileen was shoved into the tent by a guard. Inside were twenty tall, muscular barbarians, similar to the wild boar she had served yesterday. Their gleaming muscles exuded masculine power, and their twenty lewd and ferocious faces, the tents bulging beneath their leather trousers revealing their undisguised lust.

"So beautiful! So sexy! She looks like a demon! Fuck her to death!" The twenty barbarians had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and they all roared excitedly.

"Ah! No! Ah! Ah! Let me go, no!" Lady Irene's two delicate white hands were grabbed by two barbarians. "Hiss, slap, slap." One of the barbarians ripped open the tight purple dress that covered her beautiful body, revealing her two large, full breasts half-covered by two exquisite bras. Princess Irene was terrified. "No! No, please let me go. Don't touch me, you barbarians!" Princess Irene cried out incoherently. Many of the barbarians could no longer resist such temptation. This was the first time they had ever violated such a beautiful and noble woman. One after another, their thick, black phalluses were drawn. "Ah! No~" With a beautiful scream from Princess Irene, a pair of purple lace panties were forcibly torn off. Her alluring vulva was full and tender. The Gallic Emperor usually took great care of her body so that she could better serve her guests, and he would not allow her to be violated. In truth, the Gallic Emperor was also secretly trying to destroy her last shred of self-respect, to make her realize that she was now nothing more than a bitch, her only purpose being to please men, no matter how old or ugly they were. That was her sole value. Princess Irene's two long, beautiful legs were each held by one of the barbarians, and her limbs were being wantonly violated by one of them. Every inch of her delicate skin was tempting these barbarians. "No, no, please let me go!" Irene's eyes were almost red from crying. Suddenly, she saw the strongest barbarian thrusting his enormous penis between her spread legs. This barbarian's huge penis was like a rough and violent spear, and she saw an insatiable, rampant lust in him. Princess Irene frantically twisted her slender waist, like a beautiful snake, hoping to escape the hunter's cage. "Haha, this woman is really slutty, the way she twists her waist, tsk..." "Tsk, beauty, your grandpa's here!" the barbarian lewdly sneered. "Ah!!!" Princess Eileen's beautiful legs kicked wildly, her silver high heels trembling helplessly. Her fingernails dug deep into the barbarian's skin, drawing blood, but this only fueled their lust. The enormous penis stretched her vagina open completely, the force of the impact making her feel as if her uterus had been pierced. Her lower body was in excruciating pain, her helpless eyes wide open, tears streaming down her long eyelashes. Her mouth gaped open, like a mermaid thrown ashore, dying. The mermaid was using the last of her strength to survive; she didn't want to die, so she could only endure the immense pain. "Ah, haha, so good, you slut, you slut, scream!" The barbarian thrust his weapon wildly, each thrust penetrating to the deepest part of the beautiful woman's body. "Ah! No!" Eileen's two beautiful breasts finally received their visitors. Two barbarians, one on each breast, were wildly twisting and playing with them. Her fair, snow-white peaks were firm and elastic, and her crimson nipples were like two of the finest honey, the best reward for a man. Two rough, drooling mouths, reeking of horse smut, bit down hard on her two large breasts. Her two peaches were being sucked, twisted, played with, and even torn at will in their mouths!

"Ah! No, you beasts, let me go, let me go!" Princess Eileen struggled in pain and helplessness.

"Haha, wow, this slut is so fucking amazing to fuck. How did she grow such a cunt?" one of the barbarians lewdly laughed.

"Big brother, hurry up, fuck her to death, the little brothers can't wait any longer!" two barbarians behind shouted.

"Itchy skin, huh? Ouch, this woman's so tight inside, so suctiony, ouch, ouch, I'll fuck you to death." The barbarian thrusting on Princess Eileen's body made extremely pleasurable sounds.

"Ah! Ah! Let me go, you beasts, ah, ah, beasts!" Princess Eileen's two beautiful legs continued to kick violently but helplessly, her silver-white high heels casting chaotic shadows under the tent light, her golden hair already disheveled and limply draped over the bed.

"Ouch." Suddenly, one of the barbarians couldn't take it anymore, pulled out his large penis and shoved it directly into Princess Eileen's beautiful and delicate mouth. "Ugh, ugh, ah, beast, no, ugh." Princess Eileen's two beautiful eyes widened, her beautiful swan neck and delicate face shaking and trying to escape, hoping to escape this inhuman punishment. But clearly, her hope was nothing but delusion.

"Ugh." With a muffled thud, the barbarian's enormous penis was firmly shoved into her mouth, thrusting incessantly. Her hair was grabbed, her delicate face contorted in pain and helplessness as she submitted to his thrusts. Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, her long eyelashes trembling incessantly—the only way she could express her agony.

"Ugh, ah, ugh." Suddenly, her beautiful eyes widened again. With her last ounce of strength, she let out a helpless whimper, her beautiful buttocks twisting wildly, her small, white hands gripping the barbarian tightly, her nails carving deep, bloody marks into their arms.

"Hahaha, hahaha." A barbarian stood behind her, his enormous penis thrusting between her two white, tender buttocks. Crimson blood flowed from her delicate anus, tracing a lewd and cruel pattern down her two long, snow-white legs. She would never forget that night. She didn't know how she survived; perhaps it was the will to live. She didn't want to die. "If you're still alive tomorrow, I'll forgive your mistake." As she was being gang-raped by these barbarians, she seemed to see the Gallic Emperor coldly and cruelly uttering these words to her. These words were what kept her alive. The coldness was her hope. She didn't want to die; she didn't want to die. "

Hahaha, ah, no, you beast, ah!" These cruel, lewd laughs and helpless struggles continued until dawn the next day.

"Eileen, you bitch, do you know your mistake?" The Gallic Emperor looked at her coldly. Now she was dressed in a magnificent purple court dress, alluring and sexy.

"Your Majesty, this bitch knows her mistake, please forgive me." Irene lowered her beautiful, alluring face, her body trembling with fear.

"Very well. You should know that serving men well is your only value now. If one day you can't even do that, then I will throw you into the army camp to serve hundreds of stinking soldiers every day, or chop you up and feed you to the dogs." The Gallic Emperor said coldly, with contempt.

"Yes, Your Majesty, serving men well is this bitch's only value in life." Irene forced a smile on her beautiful face, looking so miserable and pitiful.

"Get up, lift your skirt, expose your cunt, I have a gift for you." The Gallic Emperor said lewdly.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Eileen slowly stood up, gently unbuttoning her palace dress in front of the Gallic Emperor and his guards. Her movements lacked their former reserve and shyness; her beautiful face held a seductive allure. Her refined manners still made her appear noble, yet a hint of lewdness crept in. Slowly and gently, she removed her silk panties, her delicate white hands parting her most precious vulva. Her tender vulva, even after being frequently raped, remained alluring and fresh, a round clitoris embedded like a pearl.

"This is a gift for you," the Gallic Emperor said, holding a gold ring engraved with the words "Bitch Number One." "Let me put it on you," he lewdly grinned. "Yes, Your Majesty." A hint of grief and despair flashed in Princess Irene's eyes, but it was quickly masked by her alluring smile. Anger without power is meaningless; all she could do now was endure and try to live.

A hole appeared in the golden ring, with sharp teeth on either side, slowly, slowly approaching her most beautiful pearl.
"Ah!~" Princess Irene's beautiful legs trembled, a flash of pain crossing her stunning face. The delicate pearl was pierced by the golden ring, blood dripping onto the cold ground, running down her legs and into her high heels. She was now like a doll; in the hands and eyes of the Gallic Emperor, she was merely a flesh toy.

Now, she meticulously groomed herself every day, applying exquisite makeup to her already beautiful face. Every day and night, after serving her men, she carefully pampered her skin and her private parts. The Gallic Emperor had his guards give her a potion, supposedly to enhance a woman's beauty, but with the side effects of potentially rendering her infertile and shortening her lifespan. But did the Gallic Emperor care? All he needed was this woman to provide him with sexual services; a beautiful woman could only be played with for a few years. She pampered herself meticulously, and at night, under the arrangement of the Gallic Emperor, she lured one man, or several men, to her bed like a seductive enchantress.

"Ah! No, Lord Gallic, you're so strong, ah!" Eileen's limbs were bound by iron shackles around the golden bed, her body writhing like a water snake, alluringly tempting a white-haired old man.

"Little vixen, big slut, you've been getting more and more slutty lately, ha." The naked white-haired old man said, panting.

"Ah, General, you're so strong, ah, this bitch wants more, ah, General, harder!" Eileen lay on the golden bed, behind her was the wild boar general under the Gallic Emperor, her beautiful white buttocks connected to the boar's huge penis, thrusting vigorously with a loud slapping sound. Bright red blood, like the beautiful woman's sorrowful tears, soaked a large patch of the bed, running down her beautiful legs.

"Ah, no, no!" The three barbarians were enjoying the beautiful woman to their hearts' content. Although they said no, their bodies were still swaying seductively, like mysterious and alluring ghosts in the middle of the night.
"Your Majesty, please forgive this bitch." Eileen's face showed a faint, seductive smile. She raised her large breasts and looked at the emperor in a fawning manner, just like a bitch.

Located north of the Aago Alliance, Gaul's harsh climate has forged its people into a resilient and violent nation. Here, strength is the symbol of manhood. The Gallic Kingdom boasts the strongest infantry on the continent, along with a small number of elite cavalry. The harsh northern climate, however, necessitates exceptionally strong horses. Gaul's greatest weakness throughout history has always been its small population. Previously, whenever the Aago Alliance disliked Gaul, they frequently launched military campaigns against it. At these times, Gaul was utterly powerless against an alliance. Yet, this kingdom has never been truly conquered. Its winding, mountainous terrain serves as excellent cover, allowing them to achieve numerous glorious victories that have forced the Aago Alliance to retreat. Due to their lack of education, they are often referred to as barbarians by the Aago Alliance. The current Gallic Emperor, the fourth king of Gaul, understands that with his current population and resources, Gaul's strength is insufficient to confront the entire Aago Alliance. He must be patient! However, without taking the initiative, the Gallic Kingdom's geographical location and environment meant it couldn't possess sufficient population resources and economy. The Duchy of Ver, connecting Gaul and the first duchy of the Ago Alliance, while relatively poor within the alliance, boasted at least three million inhabitants. Even with encouragement of childbirth and diligent governance, Gaul's entire population was only around one million. Furthermore, Ver possessed high-quality gold mines, so there was no reason to stop its conquest. He secretly assembled his cavalry, unique to all the northern peoples, and launched a lightning attack on Ver, crushing its capital before the Ago Alliance could react. Then, he groveled before the Ago Alliance, lamenting how his country had been bullied by Ver and forced to fight back. Every diplomat from the Ago Alliance sent to Gaul... When envoys and high-ranking officials from the alliance visited Gaul, the Gallic Emperor always treated them with utmost care. When these envoys and officials tried to question him, the Emperor would readily offer the nobles' anger with gold coins from the Vil treasury, like flowing water. He would also solemnly assure them that he had no personal interest in the Vil gold mines; he was merely venting his frustrations about the long-standing suffering of Gaul. He claimed the gold mines belonged to the nobles and officials, and how could a barbarian like himself monopolize them? Therefore, he would mine the gold with these nobles through a shareholding arrangement. A large portion of the Vil treasury would be used to bribe these portly nobles, and at night, the beautiful Vil queen would be arranged to serve them well. Thus, every envoy and official returning from Gaul always understood the Gallic Emperor's "dilemma and grievances," and comprehended the heinous acts committed by the Vil Empire.

The former King of Ver possessed so much gold and silver but never wanted to share it with us. He monopolized such a beautiful queen for himself but wouldn't allow us to enjoy her beauty. That King of Ver deserved to die! This was the thought of the nobles returning from Gaul. But would the Gallic Emperor truly be satisfied? One Ver was nothing; gold and silver could be given away, women could be shared, but land and people could not be shared. As these high-ranking officials and envoys turned their backs to him, the Gallic Emperor revealed a sinister smirk. "What you eat and what you play with will be returned to you sooner or later
!" [The End]

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