The Game of the Nobles [Full Text]

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(I) The Rope Walking Game

The ancient and weathered Eastern Empire, once under the banner of the god of war and the blood hammer symbolizing blood and fire, saw its armies conquer east and west, gradually becoming a vast nation encompassing a large territory. However, with conflicts with the Western world, years of war have exhausted this ancient empire. Although it still possesses a powerful military, internal corruption is inevitable. The country is rife with bureaucratic corruption and blind extravagance, leading to a decadent lifestyle for the upper nobility and a deplorable existence for the lower classes. Furthermore, not only are there constant battles on the borders, but the empire is also gradually losing control of its occupied territories, with frequent internal strife.

In the capital, Earl Allen is currently traveling by sedan chair to one of the city's most decadent, dissolute, and darkest places—the Imperial Royal Brothel. A place for the wealthy to squander their money, it is never short of bright lights, gorgeous gowns, delicious food, and alluring women; many activities are even prohibited by sacred laws. For ordinary citizens, the full extent

of the spectacle would be forever out of reach; they could only gaze at the ever-burning lamps from afar, imagining the sensual scenes within. Even for a young nobleman like Allen, caution was paramount. Revealing any secrets of the games here would damage the reputations of the wealthy and powerful who frequented the establishment; keeping one's mouth shut was an absolute necessity.

The young count entered the venue, and the moment he opened the heavily guarded doors, a wave of luxurious fragrance washed over him. Flickering flames danced in the crystal candelabra, the intoxicating aroma of wine mingled with the strong perfumes of noblewomen, and musicians were everywhere. Even the curtains were crafted from finely made yellow silk—everything here represented the highest level of service reserved for the wealthy and powerful.

Some even joked that even the emperor's palace couldn't compare to the royal brothel in the capital, a mere anecdote that nonetheless highlighted the brothel's opulence. However, most people wouldn't understand the true meaning of this statement, because what could be seen inside the venue was merely wealth in the ordinary sense. What truly captivated the nobles and wealthy merchants was the underground portion of the venue.

For ordinary people, sexual intercourse between men and women was sufficient to satisfy their spiritual emptiness. But for the empire's patrons, who had seen countless women, they had long lost interest in ordinary sex. Now, they unanimously turned their attention to another kind of game, more exciting and perverse.

They called it the "noble game."

Allen entered the underground venue, and through a long, dark corridor, his vision suddenly opened up. It was a huge, circular arena-like structure, divided into small areas, filled with people. The walls and ceiling were illuminated, making the entire venue appear brightly lit and bustling.

Fine wine and food? Those were certainly appealing, but the most alluring thing here was the moaning of women.

The beauties here were divided into two types: those who were part of the patrons, and those who were toys, sex slaves, providing pleasure for the patrons. Without exception, the service provided here consisted entirely of the most beautiful women in the empire, but not the most luxurious, as most were slaves. One of the immense riches brought by war was the possession of these beauties from enemy nations. They might have been daughters of merchants, priestesses, nobles, or even royalty, but after their countries were conquered, they all became the same—toys or pets. Humiliated, they displayed their alluring, noble bodies, flaunting their charms to provide perverse services to their new masters. They had no choice; obedience was the only option. This was a paradise for the powerful.

When Earl Allen entered, the game had already begun, and today's game was rope walking.

Ten thick hemp ropes stretched across the arena, intertwined like a spiderweb. They were all raised to a balanced height, taut and straight. Ten noble and alluring beauties straddled them, the rough ropes digging deeply into their full, beautiful buttocks. With each step, the deliberately rough ropes constantly stimulated their sensitive private parts, eliciting soft moans. Meanwhile, each of them had their hands tied behind their backs, wore high heels, and were forbidden from falling, making it difficult for them to maintain their balance, but also making them even more alluring. The rules of the game were simple: the first to reach the finish line was the winner, while the others who failed would receive different punishments depending on the circumstances.

It was a rather cruel game. Amidst the laughter of the audience, the beauties' lower bodies were already soaked, leaving long wet trails with each step. Not only that, but every so often there was a knot in the rope. The beauties had to endure intense stimulation as they passed through these knots. With each knot, the rough, bristly rope slowly entered their crevices, then sank deep, stimulating their sensitive private parts, before suddenly slashing out, leaving a bright pubic mark and followed by an electric shock-like pleasure. The knots came one after another, like waves, bringing a continuous stream of pleasure. Finally, another blonde beauty couldn't hold back and collapsed.

Once they failed, cruel punishment awaited them.

For example, the blonde beauty who had already collapsed was dragged aside by several burly men and forced to have sex with her from both ends. From this day forward, this poor woman would have to endure stallion-style mating day and night until she was fortunate enough to be favored by some wealthy man and selected as a contestant in the next game, at which point she would be temporarily freed. Otherwise, this would be her lifelong activity.

To ensure the beauties gave their all to win the game, the punishments were extremely cruel. If this blonde beauty was considered lucky, the women who collapsed before her suffered even more. Some were to be trained as beautiful dogs forever, while others were thrown into dark cells to endure the defilement of alien monsters, breeding for them generation after generation.

Such cruel punishments forced every contestant to exert all their strength, twisting their alluring bodies, thrusting out their plump buttocks, and enduring wave after wave of pleasure to win the game.

The once noble women, now like bitches, straddled ropes naked, struggling to move forward. With each step, their panting could be heard. The sight of their heaving breasts, trembling legs, and the glistening wetness left behind a trail of lust aroused most of the men. They stood up, shouting the women's numbers.

"Go! Go! Get moving!"

"If you lose, I'll take you and have you fucked a hundred times!"

Of course, besides sex, money was also a concern for these high rollers. They bet on specific women to win corresponding sums, so if they lost, these poor women had to endure the gamblers' wrath, often paid for with their bodies.

"Long time no see, Earl Allen." This was an elderly man, over fifty, his luxurious attire and distinguished bearing befitting his status. Duke Diram, seated in the highest position, seemed quite welcoming to the young man, opening his arms to greet him. "Why are you here?"

"Needless to say, to see this group of newly captured beauties." On the other side, the gaunt, lecherous Earl Omor approached. He was a cunning man, a powerful figure in the empire. "This battle was truly magnificent, a decisive victory over the 'Konir' kingdom, even capturing that renowned, beautiful Holy Queen. You're here to see that saintly queen perform like a dog, aren't you? But you'll be disappointed; she's not here this time."

"No matter, a clever organizer always has a trick up their sleeve to attract more guests." Allen glanced at Duke Diram. As a powerful figure in the empire, the Duke, though his territory was limited, was quite adept at finance and politics, and was also one of the patrons of this royal brothel.

"That arrogant, foolish king, if she had joined the alliance with the western nations like those smaller countries, she wouldn't have ended up with her country destroyed and her people wiped out." Diram smiled. "But don't be disappointed," Koniel is a country teeming with beauties; you won't lack entertainment.

“Of course.” Allen nodded modestly, turning back to look at the arena. The rope-walking competition had reached its climax. Of the ten participants, only three were still on the rope, struggling to twist their snow-white bodies towards the finish line. Strangely, each of them was equipped differently.

Leading the way was a woman with a flowing sky-blue ponytail. She was tall and slender, with a graceful figure, exuding a captivating beauty, resembling a once valiant female swordsman or knight. Unlike the other women, her hands were bound, and her eyes were blindfolded, revealing a glimpse of an inserted penis through her narrow anus.

“If I’m not mistaken, it’s the Queen’s captain of the guard, the one known as the Impatiens Knight, Elmina,

” the young man said quietly.

"Hmph, not bad, Earl Allen," Omor said. "This Elmina is a famous female knight, I heard she has a fierce temper, but I didn't expect her to walk on a rope like a dog now."

Allen turned around and continued to look at the alluring figure of Elmina, known as the Impatiens Knight. Because she couldn't see what was in front of her, the protruding rope knots were a cruel test for her. The woman walked laboriously on the rope, her two slender, beautiful legs tightly bound together, her body twisting and turning.

At the same time, to increase this fear of the unknown, Elmina was also forced to drink a diuretic, so in addition to not falling down, her rules also included not letting her anus fall out and not losing control of her bladder.

As for why she was different from others, that's the evil aspect of this game. People use various restrictive tools depending on the target, partly for the sadistic aesthetic, and partly for betting. The more restrictions a woman has, the more likely she is to fail, thus increasing the odds. Poor Elmina had to tightly clench her legs, contract her anus, and suppress the urge to defecate as she continued forward. The stimulation of her three orifices nearly drove the brave female knight mad.

Especially when she accidentally crossed the knot, the sudden pleasure surged through her defenses like an electric current, leaving her weak and almost collapsing. The female knight swayed, her beautiful body like a gourd. She bent over, her legs tightly intertwined. This sudden action seemed strange, but soon people noticed a glistening trail of fluid flowing from between Elmina's legs to the ground.

"Haha, the Impatiens Knight has lost control of her bladder! What kind of knight is she? Shameless! Urinating

in public!" Laughter mixed with curses reached Elmina's ears. Of course, according to the rules, this minor lapse was nothing, but the jeers from the audience made the usually self-assured knight feel utterly ashamed. She stood there dumbfounded, unsure what to do.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

But on the other side, another soft, panting sound passed by Elmina. On another rope, a beautiful woman with long black hair was also struggling to walk, her legs tightly gripping the rope. Compared to Elmina, this woman was more voluptuous, especially her slender waist paired with her large breasts. As she walked on the thick rope, her breasts swayed up and down due to her unbalanced body, and copper bells were strung on them, as if to draw the audience's attention to her breasts. To further restrict her movement, there was even a chain between her feet, making her wobble and sway as she wore high heels, allowing her to take only a small step at a time.

"This woman, is she a priestess?" Allen said, resting his head on his hand. "I remember the most famous priestess in Cornel was..."

"That priestess Leilia," Omor interrupted. "Haha, look closely at her breasts, swaying as she walks, like she's about to break her back, so exciting."

"She is a believer..."

"The goddess of justice and light," Omor added. "Imagine, that priestess who always prides herself on light and justice, now naked, swaying her big breasts to serve us heretics, isn't that wonderful?" The man seemed completely infatuated with the two women on the field, his eyes filled with lewdness.

"And the third woman?" Allen turned his head and only saw the last woman. She was walking unsteadily on the thick rope. Judging from her expression, she was exhausted, but seeing the two ahead of her getting further and further away, she anxiously tried to quicken her pace. Unexpectedly, there was a knot in the rope in front of her. The friction on her most sensitive parts sent a surge of intense pleasure to her brain. She couldn't hold on and finally fell.

"Oh, never mind," Allen said, tilting his head. "You've placed a bet too, sir?"

"I'm betting on Elumina." Duke Diram smiled slightly. "I'm rooting for this female knight."

"You're wrong. I bet that bitch Leilia will win." Omor retorted. "On the field, the chase between the female knight and the priestess continues. The Phoenix Water Knight, Elumina, is faster, but she's also more restricted. The blindfold makes her disoriented, while the gag in her rear constantly stimulates her sensitive area, causing Elumina to let out alluring moans.

They're almost at the finish line. Amidst the cheers and laughter of the crowd, the two poor women are struggling, their snow-white, full breasts writhing, emitting moans mixed with pain and pleasure, two glistening wet streaks running down their faces as they sway towards the finish line.

" "Ah, um, um, ah, ah, um!" The female knight, suppressing the pleasure in her lower body, slowly advanced step by step. Suddenly, perhaps due to a moment of distraction, Elmina's smooth genitals unexpectedly bumped into a thick knot. The rough surface of the knot, propelled by the knight's body, brushed against her most sensitive and unbearable area. The intense pleasure nearly caused Elmina to lose control of her bladder. The knight swayed, leaning to the right. Although she managed to suppress the urge to urinate, she had inevitably lost her balance. To regain her balance, Elmina could only continue forward, stumbling and scrambling. As she lost her balance, her private parts rubbed against the rough rope, causing the knight to... The scene of the assault caused a stir among the crowd.

The priestess fared slightly better; since she wasn't blindfolded, Lelia could at least see when to step over the knots. Each time a knot appeared, she would hunch her lower body, clench her teeth, and carefully make her way through. However, due to the chained high heels, especially the heavy left toe and the heavy right heel, her unbalanced legs forced her to limp forward. Each time her heel missed a step, Lelia's voluptuous body swayed, and the priestess's breasts jiggle clearly. Taking advantage of Elmina's loss of balance, Lelia gritted her teeth and pushed forward with all her might.

Just as Lelia was about to reach the finish line

, a proud yet authoritative young female voice rang out from the entrance. While the nobles inside were still immersed in the pleasure of the assault, a group of fully armed women burst in and went straight to the VIP stands.

“Misella?” Omer was startled to see the woman leading the group. “Is that Misella trying to ruin our show again?” “You’re right, Earl Omer.” Just then, a striking red figure suddenly appeared in everyone’s sight. As the woman moved forward, her long, bright red hair fluttered in the wind, making her look heroic and stunning. Beside her were dozens of fully armed women, members of Misella’s Blazing Knights. Most of them were from minor noble families, each with alluring beauty, high strength, and extraordinary temperament, and they were absolutely loyal to Misella. “The ruby born of the Empire’s fire, Princess Misella.” Allen sat to the side, softly repeating the name. In the Empire, probably no one’s reputation could compare to Misella’s. She was the heir of one of the oldest bloodlines in the Empire, the daughter of the Grand Duke. Legend had it that Misella was born of fire, she was the daughter of fire, the bride of fire. And Myrcella herself was as dazzling as a fiery ruby. She was an idol in the hearts of the people, a princess, a war goddess, who at a young age commanded a loyal knightly order, winning battle after battle, and governing wisely outside the battlefield. Her fiery passion warmed the hearts of everyone like the sun. She could be said to be a rare upholder of order among the current rulers of the empire.

"So you are here, Earl Allen. I am truly disappointed." Myrcella glanced at the young earl.

"Miss Myrcella, what are you doing? This royal brothel is tacitly approved by His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Duke Diram stood up, glaring at Mysera. 'Even you, the ruby born of fire, do you dare challenge the authority of the nobility?' 'Hmph, you corrupting insects of the empire, calling yourselves nobles, yet you dare to toy with and humiliate women here for your own amusement!' Mysera snorted. 'Where have you placed your pride and self-restraint as nobles?' 'Don't forget, you are one of us too.' Diram's face darkened. 'What are you doing here with your troops? Do you intend to liberate these women? Haven't you figured that out yet?'" "These women are prisoners of war from an enemy nation. According to imperial law, we have the right to keep them as our private slaves." "You're right, Your Grace. As long as nobles like you exist, it won't matter how many women are liberated." Misella paused. "Sooner or later, I will eradicate slavery from the Empire." "Then I'll wait and see, Princess Ruby." Diram lowered his head with a sinister grin. "But, that day hasn't come yet..." "Take them down!" Misella spoke before Diram could. Immediately, members of the Blazing Knights drew their weapons and surrounded a group of nobles and merchants on the other side of the stands.

At this moment, a huge commotion broke out. The surrounded nobles and merchants ordered their soldiers to protect them, and a fight broke out between them and the members of the Blazing Knights.

"What right do you have to do this, Myrcella!" Omiel shrieked. "These nobles aren't people you can just arrest! Remember your place!" "Of course, and they'll be brought to court, but unfortunately, Count, they're not as clever as you." Myrcella smiled confidently. "These nobles have dared to extend their reach into the residents of the Imperial capital, which violates Imperial law. You understand what that means, right?" If the law couldn't punish these nobles, Myrcella, as the daughter of the Grand Duke and one of the most powerful figures in the Empire, could still use her power to influence the court proceedings. The nobles understood this well, and immediately some drew their weapons, leading their soldiers in a shouting protest. They outnumbered them and had the advantage in numbers.

"Cecilia!" Myrcella called out coldly.

A female swordswoman in a tight-fitting outfit stepped out from beside Myrcella. She wore light silk clothing, her long black hair accentuating her tall and graceful figure, making her look stunningly beautiful. The female swordsman drew her sword and approached the group of enemies alone. She lightly raised her sword, stepped forward, and confidently and calmly slashed at the surrounding foes. In just a few moments, six soldiers fell to the ground in astonishment, their faces showing disbelief. Cecilia's swordsmanship was light, deadly, yet as graceful as dancing on water.

"Monster! Monster!!!" Seeing this, the nobles cried out, abandoning their guards and fleeing through another gate.

Because the soldiers were blocking their way, Cecilia and her companions couldn't catch them. Just as the nobles were about to escape, an invisible magical barrier blocked their escape at the gate, which bore a Taoist talisman from an exotic Eastern country.

"Sorry, this road is closed." The female Taoist, Xue Lian, sat atop the barrier, a cold smile on her beautiful face, looking down at the chaotic nobles below.

Then, it was all over. Misella and her subordinates escorted the lawless nobles out. Before leaving, she glanced at Allen and the others, warning, "If you don't stop now, you'll be next."

Watching Miscella's departing figure, all the remaining nobles and merchants secretly breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to confront the currently powerful Miscella, while Allen, the young count, sat alone in his chair, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"The ruby born of the Empire's fire, such audacity and courage—she's indeed a woman worth confronting.

You wait, one day I, Allen, will trample you underfoot, strip you naked, and make you kneel before me, begging for mercy. You wait, you're my next target!

"

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