[Slave Princess Sofia] (15-16)

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Unimaginable. If the life of a prostitute becomes a desire, spending each day either naked with a fake
tail, being walked around like a bitch, or pulling goods like a bridle-riding mare, completely naked. When her
busiest place each day is no longer her brain or mouth, but her tender vagina and anus, why
haven't she collapsed? Why am I still alive? Is it faith or revenge? Or perhaps, as those slave
traders and perverts who humiliated her said, maybe she was born a masochistic bitch. Sophia's slender bare
feet stepped on the bamboo mat-covered corridor, listening to the charming laughter of Leo in the hall, her delicate brows furrowed as she pondered
.
Gazing at the deep corridor, Sophia had never seen such a huge and stable ship. Perhaps they weren't
so barbaric; Fran didn't have such a vast port. Then, she painfully recalled the
various instruments and methods of torture the Bowens had used to torment her, the pleasure potion they had designed to make her docile, and
the aphrodisiacs that made her feel like a bitch in heat. Sophia sighed softly; she didn't want to think about
her future anymore, because it was too painful.
The maid gently opened the heavy wooden door, gesturing for Sophia to enter. The room was covered with intricately polygonal
Bowen carpets, green thorn-patterned tapestries hung on the walls, and a
golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, its thin flames glowing with a reddish-green light from burning candles.
At the far end of the room stood a large, black bed covered by a golden canopy hanging from the ceiling. Beside the window
was a desk, and several chairs were casually placed around the room.
The prince, dressed in a magnificent silver-white silk robe, sat on the edge of the large bed, the hem
of the robe casually rolled up to his knees. A completely naked woman knelt on the floor, gently massaging the soles of his feet with her breasts
, occasionally sucking on his toes with her beautiful lips. The prince, in his early thirties, had a dark
complexion, a curved chin adorned with the goatee often worn by Bowens, and hawk-like eyes fixed on
the black and white chessboard on the bedside table, completely ignoring the woman who was sweating profusely from massaging his feet.
Sophia had expected the elegant Princess Oki, dressed in Bowens finery
, to sit opposite the prince, but what she saw was a wheeled iron frame upon which hung a naked
woman, her back to the sky. The hateful brown hemp rope was deeply embedded in the woman's flesh, like a brown
pen deeply drawn on Oki's beautiful thighs and delicate breasts. Oki's nipples and vagina were pierced with
rings, and what terrified Sophia was that those damned rings were all weighed down with heavy objects, stretching Oki's tender nipples and
the two labia of her vagina very long. Oki's hair was also fixed to an iron frame, and her only usable hand was holding a
chess piece. Her dazed eyes were angrily looking back at something. It turned out that a woman dressed in a thin veil was
frantically thrusting a dildo into Oki's vagina, making squelching sounds. Whenever it was Oki's turn to play chess,
the woman would thrust into Oki's vagina in a fawning manner, making her unable to think.
"Oh my god, no!" Sofia gasped, covering her mouth. What a terrifying game! How
could she possibly concentrate on chess in this state? Wasn't Oki a princess? How could this be? Was she going to have to play chess in her place?
Would losing mean having her vaginal muscles pierced? No… Having been suspended by thin ropes herself, Sofia knew exactly
what it felt like to have those ropes embedded in her flesh—like a dull knife constantly cutting into her.
Sofia's gasp interrupted the prince's thoughts and Oki's dazed state. They both looked at Sofia. The prince
's hawk-like eyes scrutinized Sofia with the most critical eye, while Sofia met his gaze without fear.
Although Sofia knew that she might soon be stripped naked, hung on an iron frame, and forced to play chess with the prince while being penetrated by a dildo
, or something even more perverse awaited her, she still met the prince's
gaze, seemingly in protest against her tragic fate. Although Oki was in a daze from the torture,
she suddenly snapped awake the moment she saw Sophia. Her beautiful eyes flashed with surprise, confusion, and finally,
a burning hatred.
"Ah, my dear princess," the prince exclaimed, standing up abruptly and kicking aside the naked female
slave as he approached Sophia. The female slave who had been massaging his feet dared not stand. Her beautiful yet resolute face
was filled with a pitiful look as she glanced at the prince. Then, she twisted her naked buttocks and crawled to a corner of the room, voluntarily
locking the shackles around her neck and then obediently crawling there, her buttocks exposed, her cleft between her legs.
When Sophia's gaze shifted from the female slave, the prince had already reached her.
To Sofia's surprise, the foreign prince perfectly performed a
hat-removal salute, a gesture only French gentlemen would perform. Although the prince was wearing a long robe and no hat, making the otherwise elegant etiquette somewhat
comical, Sofia was caught off guard, expecting him to pounce and tear off her clothes. However, years of princess
etiquette training left her instinctively and awkwardly returning the salute. This skirt-lifting gesture, however,
was somewhat embarrassing for Sofia. The extremely short hem of her robe was pulled up, exposing the cleft between her legs.
Combined with her slightly bent, long, beautiful legs, it looked exceptionally lewd. The maids behind Sofia giggled softly. Sofia
quickly lowered her blushing face and desperately pulled the front of her robe to cover her private parts.
"I'm astonished, Your Highness Sophia. This bitch was a prize I won when I conquered Goderosia. She
's a famous general in Goderosia, you know," the prince
said, seemingly unconcerned about Sophia's earlier lewd behavior, pointing to the female slave he had shackled. The prince's face beamed with the joy of displaying a work of art he had created. Sophia
glanced at the docile female slave with disgust. She wondered what kind of training had
turned this former battlefield general into this.
"You must think I'm too cruel, but actually, I saved Tranty. If it weren't for me, she and her family
would have been in the Beast Prison Palace," the prince said casually, taking Sophia's slender hand and leading her towards his bed.
"Waaah, Prince Solent, waaah, please let me rest for a while, okay? I'm going to be...fucked to death!"
Oki pleaded as she saw the prince's mood improve. The veiled woman behind her continued to
thrust the dildo into Oki's vagina. Each excited twitch brought pain from the tight hemp rope
, and of course, the heavy weights hanging from her nipples and vagina.
"How many more strokes are needed today?" The prince looked at Oki with disgust, like a child who had lost interest
in a toy.
"A thousand strokes, Master," the veiled woman replied respectfully.
"My dear Oki, you haven't made your cunt feel good yet. Add another thousand strokes," the prince commanded.
"Waaah," Oki glared angrily at Sophia, her brows furrowed, as if all the pain was
caused by Sophia.
"Oh, we're playing chess. Ossie is my fiancée after all, so I won't let him suffer too much, how
should I put it? Pain, um, that's it." The prince explained, trying to maintain politeness. "Isn't she suffering enough?" Sophia 　　frowned slightly,
watching the heavy lead weights tied to Ossie's tender nipples sway and tug at her beautiful breasts as her body trembled. 　　 "For a traitor, this is the best treatment possible. At least she can eat and sleep well. If I 　　like her, she can serve me. If she has a child, perhaps I'll make her my personal slave." The prince walked to Ossie 　　's side and forcefully tugged at the ring on her vulva. 　　 "Spare me! Ouch, ouch!" Oki groaned in pain, accompanied by the squelching 　　sound of the dildo thrusting in and out. But when Oki's gaze passed through the prince's figure and landed on Sophia, it remained cold and filled with hatred 　　. 　　 "I apologize for the matter concerning the prince. Your Highness was bullied by this traitor as soon as you arrived in Bowens. 　　I hope Your Highness will not mind," Prince Solent said in his hoarse voice. 　　 "...Your Highness, I am just a slave girl, I am not worthy of your treatment." Sophia 　　sat gracefully on the prince's bed, although sitting on someone else's bed was very impolite, but at least this 　　could cover her overly exposed buttocks. Because whether it was the prince's order or the maids' doing, the 　　originally elegant robe had been deliberately made two sizes smaller, and the already short hem just barely covered Sophia's beautiful 　　buttocks. 　　 "Oh, yes, yes, yes." "I was so captivated by your beauty that I forgot to get to the point. My father, 　　King Bowens, was surprised to hear of your arrival from his friend and specifically asked me to escort you to Balda. Of 　　course, I will be your protector during this time, and I think your suffering can be temporarily relieved." Prince Solent looked 　　at Sofia's blushing cheeks and, with ladylike poise, stroked his sexy goatee as he spoke with a smile. 　　 "Oh, am I safe for now?" Sofia murmured, perhaps finally able to catch her breath. 　　Through her clothes, Sofia touched the increasingly prominent ribs beneath her breasts; she had suffered 　　quite a bit these past few days. 　　 "Your Highness is probably tired, and I should let you rest immediately. However, as my honored guest, 　　you must grant me one request," the prince said with a grin. 　　 Seeing the prince's lecherous grin, Sophia sighed softly and 　　said in a sweet, smooth voice, "Oh, my dear prince, although my skills in serving men may not be as good as your favorite concubines, but 　　if you like me, I also..." As she spoke, Sophia's slender fingers were already pressing on the buttons of her robe. 　　 Since she was no longer a princess, the only thing that could be praised was her beautiful body 　　. 　　 "Oh, you are indeed a rare beauty, but I 　　have no interest in a lowly slave who has been a prostitute and slept with pigs and dogs. I only want you to observe my trial. I am very interested in the courts of Fran and Ithaca, 　　but I haven't had the chance to see them. You were once a great man in Fran, so please watch how I conduct a trial according to the laws of Bowens ," Prince Solent 　　replied, 　　seemingly satisfied with the answer, but maintaining a gentlemanly tone . 　　 "..." Sophia could only remain silent. The words about having sex with pigs and dogs kept stimulating her, and the immense shame 　　made Sophia lower her head deeply, but her vulva between her legs became wet again. Sophia wanted to curse 　　this prince who seemed to have only learned the outward appearance of a French gentleman, but she didn't dare, because she was afraid that if she 　　offended this person who could control her destiny, then, then just a word or even a glance from the prince 　　could make her naked again, with men lining up to fuck her. "Then the trial begins, the subject of the trial is this 　　woman named Osie. She betrayed me." Prince Solent said angrily. 　　 "Waaah, have mercy on me." Osie had been hung up for an unusually long time today. The thin hemp 　　rope, like a dull knife cutting, the lead weights hanging from her nipples and vulva, and the deadly thrusting were all driving Osie to the brink of collapse. 　　 "Do you plead guilty?" Prince Solent asked. 　　 "Confess, confess, please put me down!" "Waaah!" Oki cried. 　　 "Alright, put her down," the prince said listlessly. He felt the performance was too short and wouldn't 　　satisfy his respected audience. 　　 When the maids hurriedly lowered Oki, the deep welts on her body were almost bleeding. 　　 Oki, naked, knelt weakly before the prince's bed. 　　 "Your Highness Sophia, how should such a woman be dealt with in your country?" Prince Solent 　　asked hypocritically. 　　 "Well, the engagement is dissolved, and the girl is basically sent to a monastery to become a nun," Sophia said, 　　describing a very serious situation. This usually only happens when the whole city knows about it; normally, 　　the woman's family only has to pay some money. 　　 "Oh, so light? It seems Fran is still a semi-civilized country," the prince said contemptuously.

"No, respecting human rights is the progress of civilization," Your Highness said, trying to remain composed.
"Human rights? Ridiculous! I am the chosen one!" Prince Solent said politely, but
a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
"Before the gods, all are equal," Sophia said stubbornly.
"Oh? When you were a prostitute in Fran, forced to wait in line for a few copper coins every day
, did you think the same way? Were the men who controlled your fate equal to you?"
Prince Solent mocked.
"You…!" Sophia blushed, her delicate hands clenching into fists.
"Your Highness, in our kingdom watched by the gods, a wife who betrays her husband will be stoned to death
," Solent said, glancing with amusement at Sophia's angry expression.
"Hmm! Killing someone at will is a sign of civilization?" Sophia said with a slightly angry smile.
"There is no betrayal in the world of gods," Prince Solent said, gently patting Sophia's delicate cheek
.
"A god without forgiveness can only be a demon or an evil god," Sophia
said firmly, brushing the prince's hand away.
"Then has your god forgiven you?" the prince asked, his gaze fixed on Sophia's long, slender, white
legs exposed outside her robe.
"Meeting your protection is God's forgiveness towards me," Sophia said with a charming smile. The clever Sophia
knew the prince was angry, and there was no point in reasoning with someone who considered himself God's chosen one.
"Hmph, not necessarily. Alright, let's not discuss this anymore. Let's talk about Ossie," Prince Solent
said in a deep voice, suppressing his anger.
"My original intention was to stone this wretched woman to death," Prince Solent continued, glancing at Sophia.
"But I once promised someone I would spare her life," Prince Solent added.
"Your Highness, should I respect the law or fulfill my promise to someone else?" Prince Solent asked.
"Human life is paramount," Sofia said softly,
perhaps this was why she had managed to hold on until now without committing suicide.
"So I'll keep her? Death might be a blessing for her," Prince Solent
said dismissively.
"As long as there's life, there's hope," Sofia said softly, swaying her full, rounded hips, as if
speaking to herself.
"Very well, Ossie, your sister Sofia hopes you will live bravely," Prince Solent said with a smile
.
"Waaah, spare me! Don't you like me?" The young Ossie was terrified and incoherent.
"I will arrange for you to be a ship's slave until you die. Princess Sofia said she would let you live," the prince
said dismissively.
"No, no, let me die! I don't want to be fucked every day on this ship, no!" Oki
cried out in despair.
"Alright, I'll give you a chance." The prince took out a black box from a drawer, removed
an emerald ring from his hand, placed it inside, closed the lid, and then
casually turned the knobs on the outside a few times. Finally, he threw the inconspicuous box
in front of Oki, who was kneeling naked on the carpet.
"If you can open this box and take out the ring within your lifetime, I'll spare you," the prince
said readily. "This box has four buttons, each with sixteen markings. Each marking
affects the markings of the other three buttons. Try them out. Haha," the prince
said contemptuously, looking at Oki, who was clutching the box tightly as if it were a precious treasure. "Alright, guard, go and call the Jack caravan. Tell them I've found a very 　　good ship slave
for their merchant ship ."
"His Highness ordered. "Master," 　　said
Oki, seizing the last moment as the guards left, "I want to make a deal with you." 　　 "Hmm? What else do you have to trade with me? Besides your naked, beautiful body, is there anything else 　　you can exchange with me? Even a piece of cloth on your body would do?" the prince teased. 　　 "You treat my family and me like this, aren't you afraid of revenge?" Oki stubbornly straightened her upper body, 　　her beautiful breasts trembling. 　　 "Revenge? You're the only one still alive with your family's blood. The remaining concubines have either 　　been sent to various divine palaces as human sacrifices or become military prostitutes in the Ironblood Camp. They probably won't live more than a few 　　years. Who can take revenge? You?" the prince mocked, but seemed somewhat flustered. 　　 "I also have a younger brother who is a guard officer in Balda. I'll use this information to make a deal with you," Oki 　　said firmly. 　　 "Hmm," if this is true, it is indeed worth the trade. "His Highness looked at Oki with surprise. 　　 "The family did this because they were afraid of being wiped out, and they even left behind a trading company 　　as funds to hire assassins," Oki said, trying to assure the prince he wouldn't believe her. 　　 "Very well, tell me your conditions. If you don't want to be a ship slave for life, this information can give 　　you a better life. How about becoming a maid for a divine servant in the Divine Palace? I guarantee the 　　divine servant you serve is an animal under fifty pounds; she won't fuck you to death," the prince said, stroking his goatee and frowning 　　. "No, I want her to be a ship slave for life like me," Oki 　　said fiercely 　　 , pointing at Sophia sitting on the edge of the bed with her beautiful almond-shaped eyes . 　　 "No, don't listen to her, she's crazy. I... I'm your father's honored guest." Sophia was so frightened that she 　　knelt on the ground and said in a panic. She knew what a ship slave was. It was a female slave who was played with by sailors in the cabin for her whole life 　　. It was even more miserable than being a military prostitute or a maid in the Goddess Palace.

“This…this won’t do,” the prince said softly.
“She’s just a lowly slave, why not? Waaah!” Oki crawled on her knees,
crying almost frantically.
“I know she’s a lowly slave, but Father needs her,” the prince
said resolutely, without even glancing at Sophia.
“Then we can’t make a deal,” Oki said desperately, burying her face in her hands, revealing
the dark red welts on her white back.
“Since we can’t make a deal, then tell me your brother’s name and that trading company,” the prince
said mockingly.
“No, kill me,” Oki said tremulously.
“I have a thousand ways to make you tell me. Go and hand over Akutu, teach this little girl a lesson
.” The prince smiled and sent a maid to fetch the torture expert named Akutu.
"No, don't call Akutu! I'll tell you, sob sob!" Oki painfully revealed her only
surviving brother and the name of the trading company, then sat blankly on the carpet, her eyes glazed over.
She knew that even if she didn't speak now, the outcome would be the same: a week in the prince's dungeon would force her to reveal
all her secrets and beg to become a ship slave.
"Hmm, very well, but you refused me just now, so you still have to become a ship slave. Don't forget your box,"
the prince said, looking somewhat helpless.
"Waaah, why not let her suffer too? Waaah, she's still Grandpa's concubine, waaah!" Oki
glared fiercely at Sophia, desperately crawling away with her buttocks raised as the maids drove her out. Her pert buttocks
revealed a slightly swollen vulva dripping with murky, lustful fluid. Bowens' rule was that female slaves
could not walk upright without their master's permission.
"Wait, I feel like I owe you a favor, this isn't like me." The prince suddenly stood up
, glancing at Sophia still kneeling on the ground.
"She can be a ship slave for now. I'll be here for about two more months before going to Balda," the prince
muttered to himself.
"No, I'll die, waaah!" "Then you won't be able to face your father," Sophia
said fearfully.
"Yes, if you die, it means you don't deserve it, so Father won't blame me."
"It's settled then. Someone, strip her naked," the prince said after a moment's thought.
"No, spare me!" Sophia pleaded, but no one showed any pity for the poor woman.
"Hehe, you were just pretending to be a lady, now you've reverted to your old self." "A maid
handed Sophia and Oki to the guards, mockingly remarking.
It was like a dream; just moments before, Sophia thought she was temporarily safe, but in an instant, she and Oki were
shackled and naked, walking out of the prince's ship. The sky was still so blue, but Sophia couldn't see a
glimmer of light. Accept your fate; as long as you're alive, there's hope, isn't there?
Sophia and Oki were crammed into a carriage in an iron cage. The carriage slowly drove out of
the prince's fleet's official dock restricted area and into the bustling civilian dock. Sailors carrying bottles of wine and
porters carrying goods moved in and out of the cobblestone streets of the dock area, almost oblivious to the carriage holding two beautiful women
; it was clear that naked women were as common as cargo here.
" Sophia looked at Oki with disgust. If it weren't for her own feelings, she might already be
napping on the silk bed of the prince's ship. Now, she could only sit naked in an iron cage cart, her breasts exposed, to be transported to the ship to be
fucked by the sailors who hadn't seen a woman for months. Oki also looked at Sophia with hatred. If it weren't for
the heavy shackles connecting her hands and feet, Oki might have pounced on Sophia and bitten her. Both women huddled silently in
the iron cage.
The carriage stopped in front of a wrecked ship, where a bearded man wearing a leather hat was waiting. The bearded
man was stunned by the two stunningly beautiful naked women.
"Is this our ship's slave?" the bearded man asked in surprise.
"That's right, a gift from His Highness the Prince. But this lowly slave will only go to sea with you once
. Don't cripple her," the guard said with a grin, slapping Sophia's buttocks hard.
"Understood, understood." "The bearded man bowed and scraped.
"We're setting sail tomorrow, right?" the guard asked again.
"Tomorrow afternoon. The captain said another shipment will arrive tomorrow morning," the bearded man said obsequiously.
"Hmm, tonight we'll play with these two little sluts," the guard
said greedily, inserting his fingers into Oki's vagina.
"Welcome, welcome, hehe. These two girls are really beautiful. I wonder which country they belong to?" the bearded
man asked.
"Nobles are a must, isn't that your ship's tradition? Which country's queen died last month? Who is she now
?" the guard deliberately struck up a conversation for a good reception that evening.
"Yes, the queen of the Mikala city-state. She's served us for seven years," the bearded man said wistfully, as if
reminiscing about a relative.
"She's quite resilient." "The guard said idly, his other finger inserted into Sophia's vagina,
stirring it incessantly. Sophia's eyes were slightly closed; the salty sea breeze ruffled her hair, and her slender waist
gently moved in response to the guard's fingers. She knew that this man was even more dangerous than the prince; they
determined her life as a ship's slave.
"Alright, Master has other matters to attend to. Make arrangements for tonight," the guard instructed again, then turned and left
the bridge.
"Ladies, please board the ship. This will be your home from now on," the bearded man gently pushed Sophia
and Oki, barefoot, onto the deck of the dilapidated ship through a two-yard-wide plank.
The wind was stronger on deck; the sailors had probably all gone to the taverns and brothels at the docks. The deck was deserted except
for the bearded man who had followed them aboard. Sofia and Oki felt a chill from the wind, their naked bodies huddled together.
"Where are we staying?" Oki was more concerned about where they would stay than Sofia, as she might be stuck there for the rest of her life
.
"You should look at this beautiful sky and warm sun. Cinnamon never left this
cabin until she died; she was locked inside for seven whole years. Her greatest dream in life was no longer freedom, but simply to see the blue
sky and the sun. She begged me for three whole years just to see the blue sky and bask in the sun." The bearded man seemed lost
in reminiscence.
"Why can't we even go up to the deck?" Oki asked, somewhat frightened.
"Don't you know the legend of ship slaves, my little darling?" The bearded man wrapped an arm around Oki's petite body,
kneading her breasts incessantly.
"Don't be so hasty, oh dear, so many people are watching." Oki twisted her body in disgust, resisting.
"Once you're confirmed as a ship's slave, you can never leave the shackles that bind you. Because in legend
, ship slaves are the women of sea monsters; if they see the sea, our ship will sink, so ship slaves are
women who will never see the light of day." The bearded man made Oki kneel on all fours, her buttocks raised so her vagina faced him. Then he pulled down
his pants and thrust his dirty penis into Oki's vagina.
"Mmm," "Ah," "How many sailors do you have?" Oki was filled with fear for her future life,
constantly asking questions while the bearded man was fucking her.
"Hmm, twenty to thirty, tighten it a bit more," the bearded man said, drooling as he thrust in and out.
Seeing Sophia curled up on the ground, the bearded man commanded, "You lowly slave, hurry up and lick her. She's too dry
and not slippery enough. Give her some lubricant."
Sophia, dragging her shackles, lay helplessly and disgustedly beneath Oki, sticking out her tongue to lick Oki's beautiful nipples
.
"You're so lazy. Use your other hand to fuck yourself, hurry up!" "If you don't listen to me, you won't have a blanket to sleep with from now on," the bearded man
commanded again. Sophia then reached out and kept rubbing her clitoris while licking
Oki's breasts...
"Hehe, you wait, you'll suffer later," Oki said, twisting and making a
face at Sophia.
"Ouch, she bit me!" Oki suddenly fell to the ground, covering the nipples Sophia was licking with her hands, and the bearded man's
penis slipped out of Oki's vagina.
"You dare bite? You lazy and wicked alien woman. Come here and lie down, stick your butt out so I can fuck you."
The bearded man looked at Oki with pity and ordered Sophia to stick out her lewd ass.
"Mmm," she said, "I didn't bite her, she's faking it, sob sob." The thick penis thrust into Sophia's vagina. The long
intercourse had made Sophia's vagina like a blooming peony, with layers of flesh enveloping the bearded
man's penis.
"Go lick her," the bearded man ordered Oki.
"Slap slap," Oki chuckled wickedly as she licked Sophia's full nipples, while simultaneously slapping Sophia's
beautiful, upturned buttocks hard with one hand, the flesh undulating in waves.
"Ugh, it hurts," she cried, "Stop hitting me." "Sofia writhed and pleaded, moving in rhythm with the bearded man's movements
. On the empty deck, a man was thrusting into a woman with her buttocks raised, while another
woman slapped the woman's buttocks with a wicked grin.
'No, keep hitting her, you won't work hard if I don't hit you, yes, twist harder. Faster,' the bearded man commanded,
increasing the speed of his thrusts, accompanied by the slapping sounds of his hands hitting her buttocks and the squelching sounds of his thrusts.
'Master, how many men will I have to serve each day from now on?' Oki asked obsequiously while hitting Sophia
.
'Usually no more than ten,' the bearded man said vaguely.
'Ten? That'll kill someone.' Oki's eyes widened in disbelief.
'Women can't take it at first, but they get used to it. Sinra cried her eyes out at first,
but she got through it. '" "The bearded man said, a fine sheen of sweat already trickling down Sofia's pink back
, her beautiful bare feet raised to meet his thrusts. Although she was always naked, Sofia
hadn't had sex in a long time.
The bearded man, being forty, soon ejaculated on Sofia's back, but he
wouldn't allow her to wipe it off, leaving it on her body.
"Have you seen enough, especially you, Oki? After all, this is the last time you'll see the blue sky and the sun in your life." "
??? After venting his anger, the bearded man became sentimental again.
??? Oki, still in her shackles, knelt and kowtowed towards the direction of Hafari City, then swayed her lewd hips as she entered
the ship's cabin.
??? This was a two-deck cargo ship, but whether it was a design flaw or something that could have been left,
there was a coffin-sized space at the bow, big enough for one person to sleep in. The bearded man led Oki and Sophia
into the lowest level of the cabin. Upon entering, they were greeted by a pungent smell of spices and a stifling heat; Sophia
and Oki both gasped for breath.
??? "You'll get used to it. Last year we loaded two crates of Baricco tobacco, and it almost killed Sinra with the stench, hehe." "
???" the bearded man muttered to himself.
"You'll sleep here," he said, pointing to a coffin-sized compartment at the bow of the ship. He
pulled a long iron chain from the compartment, attached to an iron collar. He weighed it in his hand and
held it up against Oki's neck.
"This is Sinra's collar. I should have given you a new one, but Sinra's last wish was that the next ship's slave
could wear her collar," the bearded man said.
"No, I want you to give me one, no!" Oki protested playfully. Sophia couldn't understand...
Why would a female slave on the lowest deck of the ship be so concerned about a locked collar? Perhaps this collar was truly the
one that would accompany her for the rest of her life, something she would touch several times a day.
"No, use this one." The bearded man forcefully slipped the collar onto Oki's delicate neck,
threaded a wire through the opening, twisted it into a dozen braids with pliers, and then
twisted it again at the safety point on the outer ring. "You bastard! How am I supposed to get out of here after doing this?" Oki 　　protested,
though she dared not move . 　　 "How could you possibly get out? You'll be stuck here forever," Sophia said with a smile, 　　happy to see Oki suffer. 　　 "I... I still have the box the prince gave me. If I open it..." Oki said, her eyes filled with hope. 　　 "Yes, yes. Our Princess Oki will be free tomorrow." The bearded man hummed, 　　tightening the wire on Oki's collar a few more times. 　　 "From now on, you'll be a ship slave here, my little darling," the bearded man said, seemingly pleased. He 　　removed the other shackles from Oki and tossed them aside. 　　 "Oh, and you..." the bearded man suddenly noticed Sophia huddled nearby, looking at him pitifully 　　. 　　 "Cuff her too, quick, quick!" Oki, still adjusting to the heavy collar around her neck, 　　shouted, twisting her naked waist as she gripped it. 　　 "Where do you want to lock her?" the bearded man asked, seemingly still somewhat lingering on the memory after their encounter. 　　 "Just lock me here," Sophia said pitifully. 　　 "No! Lock her in the brothel! She killed my master, and she committed adultery!" Oki shouted. 　　 "Is that so? You were her family's slave before? Because of your adultery, they want to lock you in the brothel's brothel 　　?" the bearded man asked. 　　 "No, I'm innocent..." Sophia pleaded, her pretty face flushed. 　　 "You're lying to me! I know women best. You wait!" the bearded man said angrily. A moment later, the bearded man brought a wooden yoke and some woodworking tools. He 　　fixed the yoke vertically to the ground 　　 not far from Oki and opened it, saying, "This is a makeshift 　　erotic wall I made. Come on, little white-buttocked girl, turn inside." 　　 "No, please spare me! Waaah!" Sophia begged. 　　 "Oh, spare me!" the bearded man ignored Sophia's pleas, grabbed her beautiful black hair, and 　　shoved her head into the yoke, then stuffed her slender hands into the other two holes. The bearded man 　　closed the yoke. Sophia was now bent over on the floor, her head and hands stuck in one end of the yoke. 　　 "This wooden yoke is what we use to lock up sailors who have made mistakes. I modified it a bit; it's similar to a 'lewd wall' now," the bearded 　　man clapped his hands, picked up his carpentry tools, and went up to the deck. As the deck hatch closed, the cargo hold 　　was plunged into semi-darkness, with only a small, ever-burning lamp visible at the entrance to the large cargo hold. 　　 Two days later, a dilapidated sloop sailed out of the harbor. This sailboat was only one-fifth the size of the prince's flagship, 　　with only two decks and a small boat for thirty sailors. The ship sailed along the coast towards Africa. 　　Slave Princess Sofia (16) 　　 At the edge of the Sahara Desert, there is a strange sight: endless, scorching deserts on both sides, with 　　the vast Perseid Sea flowing through the strait. This strait, in the ancient Bowens language, means "the bath of the god of fire." 　　And this is precisely the only route this great Eastern empire takes to reach the truly wild lands. 　　The scorching winds blowing from the deserts on both sides converge in the strait, and the rising water vapor is blown away before it even forms a mist. 　　The only visible sight is the barren coastline, twisted by the intense heat, and a Bowens-style triangular-sailed 　　 sling 　　. On the cargo ship's deck, only a few sailors and lookouts worked, cursing the weather. The rest of the sailors 　　slept in the shade of the second deck, for nighttime was their time for pleasure. On 　　the third and lowest deck, a dozen or so naked female slaves, some wearing tattered linen robes and others having simply removed them and used 　　them as cushions, sat or lay listlessly, all bound together with thick iron collars. 　　 The jingling of bells echoed in the darkness of the cargo ship's third deck. Each slave, drenched in sweat, 　　leaned against the rough wooden planks. Although the sun shone brightly outside, it was opaque and unbearably hot inside. 　　Only a small fish oil lamp shone at the hatch leading to the second deck. Each woman longed for this 　　door to open, though it meant… the time for exercise and debauchery had arrived again. 　　 In this sweltering place, just as everyone was about to fall asleep, the melodious bell ringing gradually slowed and then 　　disappeared 　　 . "Smack, smack!" came the sound of a bamboo spanking. 　　 "Ah!" Please, have mercy on me. "A soft, pleading female voice followed, and then the melodious sound of bells rang again 　　, sounding so anxious and helpless. 　　 Sofia craved power, especially after she had possessed it and then lost it. Having grown accustomed to 　　issuing commands amidst people's admiration, how could she endure living a life of nakedness, fawning over those lowly people? So she had to persevere 　　; perhaps there was still a chance to regain her power. But, but it was so painful. In this sweltering, 　　hateful cabin, not only was she raped by the sailors at night, but during the day, when she should have been resting, she was 　　bullied by these female slaves. Why was she bullied? Because she was locked in this damned wooden shackle, and they could 　　beat her buttocks with bamboo sticks at will. Now, every day she had to shake her breasts so that the bells on her nipples could 　　make a sound; if they didn't, she would be beaten. Waaah!" On the first night Sofia and Oki boarded the ship 　　, the returning sailors and the prince's guards raped them in this very cabin. Sofia in the wooden shackles

Her mouth was pried open, her vagina spread wide, and she was forced to serve the men relentlessly, from front to back, until dawn when they finally
left, satisfied. Sophia desperately counted that she had slept with seven of Bowens's men in one night. And this
was just the beginning…
In the morning, the bearded man used seawater and a brush to wash Sophia's body. Her vagina, already
ravaged by the men, and her breasts, covered in teeth marks and bite marks, were soaked in seawater, causing Sophia to scream in pain.
"What are you screaming for? If you can't even handle this much suffering, you'll go crazy," the bearded man
said, brushing Sophia's body while teasing her clitoris with his fingers.
"Mmm," she pleaded, "please, have mercy on me, I'm so hungry, let me eat and sleep for a while, please." "Sophia twisted
her waist, bound in wooden shackles, as she pleaded in a tired yet alluring voice. She glanced coldly at Oki,
the beautiful young girl who was grimacing as she desperately washed her genitals with buckets of water. This was probably her first time
being gang-raped. Although she had been prepared to be a slave since her grandfather's murder, her eyes were still red from crying. She
looked at her swollen vulva and cursed incessantly. And her tragic fate had only just begun.
??? "Alright, I'll let you rest for a while." The bearded man said, stroking Sophia's smooth back as he
unlocked the shackles. He then took out a barley cake from another bucket and handed another to Oki.
??? "Thank you, Master," Sophia said, trying to make her voice as soft as possible as possible as she knelt on the ground, fully exposing her beautiful upper
body, and pleadingly said.
??? "No, I have to feed you, you little bitch." "The bearded man leered at Sophia
and commanded, breaking another piece of bread into a small chunk and tossing it far away in a corner of the cabin.
"Don't stand up! Eat like a puppy! Don't use your hands, you idiot!" the bearded man
roared.
Sophia gave her new master a pitiful look, then, swaying her breasts and sticking out her rear, crawled to the bread,
picked it up with her mouth—it was small—and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Don't eat it! Bring it here." "The bearded man, seeing that Sophia had actually eaten the biscuit, angrily commanded her, and stood up,
striking Sophia twice hard with a bamboo stick.
"Ouch, that hurts! The little bitch knows she was wrong, woof woof!" Two
light red welts appeared on Sophia's naked buttocks; the blows were extremely heavy. Sophia's vagina was leaking the filth from last night's intercourse,
and the bells on her nipples bounced up and down, making a lewd sound.
"Go and fetch it!" The bearded man broke off a small piece of biscuit and threw it away.
Sophia was exhausted from last night's frenzied lovemaking, but she had no choice. Looking at the unassuming bamboo board, Sophia
twisted her sweat-drenched waist in fear and crawled to the biscuit. Although she was hungry, she still obeyed orders and brought
the biscuit to her master. The clever Sophia knew that this was just a training exercise, and her master would surely make her
eat the biscuit soon.
"Hmm, very good. Here, Oki, eat this." The bearded man gently took the biscuit Sophia spat out and placed it in his palm
, then called Oki, who was freely eating biscuits, to eat the biscuit Sophia had brought.
"Thank you, Master. Don't give this slut any food, okay?" Oki gently kissed the bearded man's cheek and
rubbed her not-so-full breasts against his back, while the bearded man patted Oki's freshly washed,
wet buttocks in return.
"Why won't you give me any?" Sofia, lying on the ground with her voluptuous buttocks raised, glanced coldly at Oki,
her eyes seemingly regaining the arrogance of her former supreme status.
"Slap, slap!" Two more, even louder, slapping sounds of bamboo clappers.
"Ouch, ouch!" "Stop hitting me, little bitch knows she's wrong. Ouch!" The merciless bamboo clappers made this once
proud princess even more docile.
As a result, on the first morning, Sofia only ate half a pancake, while Oki was so full she was burping. Fortunately, the bearded man didn't keep Sofia locked in the wooden shackles, saying 　　he would only lock her up
at night when the sailors wanted to play with her. 　　 "Why do you hate me so much?" Sofia asked Oki fiercely after the bearded man left. At this moment, Oki 　　was in the cabin under the only light, fiddling with the box the prince had given her that would grant her freedom once opened. 　　 "Because you killed Grandpa!" “Oki didn’t even look at Sophia, fiddling with the box as she spoke. 　　 “Your grandfather’s death… has nothing to do with me,” Sophia protested, feeling innocent, her voice 　　trembling slightly. 　　 “You’re the only woman whose grandfather didn’t die, that’s enough,” Oki 　　said, putting down the box and looking at Sophia’s blurry, white body in the dim light. 　　 “What… stupid madness! What good does this do? Ugh, that hurts,” Sophia 　　said angrily, her twisting body aggravating the bamboo splinter wound on the bearded man’s hand, causing her to groan in pain. 　　 “No good, no bad. We’re both going to die anyway. Whether the final outcome is becoming maids in the Divine Palace, serving 　　as mating partners for animals, or becoming prostitutes for alien slave soldiers in the Ironblood Army, or going to… going to 　　the Beast Prison Palace… to suffer, your fate is the same as mine—we’ll both be fucked to death.” " And I hope to see 　　you fucked to death by a man or something else right in front of me, because after all, Grandpa only died after you came, and 　　your death might be revenge," Oki murmured to herself. 　　 "Do you think you'll have it easy? Every man here will play with you, and you'll 　　spend your whole life here," Sophia said viciously. 　　 "At least I still have hope, but you certainly don't," Oki said, holding up the box in her hand. 　　 "I am the Emperor's honored guest..." Sophia said firmly. 　　 "Wearing nipple rings and being treated like a mare, then becoming a promiscuous ship slave's honored guest? Don't be ridiculous. I guess 　　His Majesty the Emperor only spared your life by sending you to the Beast Prison Palace," Oki said mockingly.

“No, this can’t be. I’ve suffered so much. I… I can’t watch those who harmed me
live happily.” Sophia said, her face contorted in pain. She thought of her lover who betrayed her,
her sister who tormented her, and all those who mocked her.
“Go tell those words to the trainers in the Beast Prison Palace. They might… um…
cut off your tongue before sending you to the Prison of Lewdness, hehe.” Oki chuckled softly, ignoring the despairing Sophia and continuing
to play with the box the prince had given her.
A commotion arose, and Sophia slowly opened her eyes. A string of
women’s legs, shackled, appeared before her, driven by whips past her. Sophia recognized these women; they were
the women rescued from the prince’s tomb. Although they had been rescued, they had lost their status as favored concubines
and become the lowest of slaves. Some of the women were completely naked, while others wore only
tattered robes that barely covered their breasts. Without exception, every woman wore a sorrowful expression, strung together thick iron collars,
and each woman's vulva was dripping with male filth and vaginal fluid, clearly indicating that she had just had unpleasant
intercourse.
The women sat wearily in the boat, one end of their strung collars fixed to the bow, restricting
their movement to a limited area. Dang Ji sat beside Sophia; this beautiful woman was noticeably thinner
, but possessed a unique allure. She was completely naked, indicating that her master hadn't shown her any special favor because of her beauty
. The only indication of her favor was that she had served far more men than the others,
as evidenced by her swollen, still-open vulva.
"Why isn't this woman locked up?" a middle-aged man in a long robe with gold trim asked, pointing a whip at
the sleepy-eyed Sophia.
"Lock it up, lock it up!" The bearded man, his arrogant expression completely changed from his previous one towards Sophia. He bowed and scraped, grabbing
Sophia's hair and shoving her into the wooden shackles specially prepared for her.
"You'd better take good care of them; each female slave is a sum of money," the middle-aged man in the gold-trimmed robe
said, his face slightly grim. He then turned and left the stuffy, dark place.
"Quiet, quiet. You whores!" the bearded man shouted amidst the women's groans and sighs.
"Now that you're here, accept your fate. Don't expect to escape or commit suicide. Just hope you can be sold to a
good family, have meat to eat, clothes to wear, and have a baby someday. Then you'll be set for life," the bearded
man comforted them. The women's voices quieted down considerably, but some still sighed incessantly.
"Quiet," he thought, "if even one woman commits suicide, then I'll shove you all into those wooden shackles, just like this
little whore." "The bearded man pointed to Sofia, who was kneeling in the wooden shackles, her full breasts swaying back and forth
.
He then turned and left the cabin. As the door closed, the women's weeping grew louder.
"Where is this slave ship going?" asked a woman with a dignified appearance but a bit of belly fat.
"We're going to be sold to Black Africa. Ravensasa, you're the smartest one here,
do you have any ideas?" "A seductive voice drifted over.
Sofia looked at the dignified-looking woman; this was
Ravensaza, who had betrayed her homeland of Silesia and her sisters to become the favored concubine of the vassal king. Her betrayed sister, Miraasaza, was probably still in the Red House, being
ripped off by the Bovens for a copper coin each time.
Ravensaza was about thirty years old, not particularly alluring, but very elegant and dignified, possessing
the air of a noblewoman. However, she was currently only wearing a tattered burlap sack draped over her body. Her left nipple
was red and swollen from being sucked by men, and there were two obvious teeth marks. Dried vaginal fluid still flowed from her vulva.
When Ravensaza noticed the female slaves' gazes were all on her, especially focused on the teeth marks on her shameful breasts
and the filth in her vulva, she frowned slightly, her delicate brows furrowing shyly, and said, "What can we do?
I told everyone we'd escape in Saluru, but no one listened. Now we're all on the ship, how can we run?" "
Back in Saluru, the slave traders had wolves and dogs," said Lamimi, the most delicate of the concubines, with a wronged expression
.
"Yes, didn't Bulda run away and then get caught again? You know how they treated her,"
said the concubine, her naked breasts trembling slightly with excitement.
"At least she didn't have to be sold to Black Africa," said Ravensasa, adjusting the thick iron collar around her neck.
"Is it better to be sold into the market as a prostitute ridden by thousands? I don't want that," Lamimi
asked weakly, curled up naked. "Perhaps becoming a prostitute is the best outcome. Ugh, it's so hot here," 　　said the concubine, sweating profusely
in the stuffy cabin . 　　 "Perhaps we can reach some kind of agreement with their captain," said Ravensasa. 　　 "Perhaps." Perhaps we'll never go home again. If we were home, we could eat fruit-flavored ice cream. " 　　Dangji fanned herself with her delicate hand while sticking out her tongue helplessly. 　　 ??? "..." The female slaves fell silent, seemingly recalling the various pleasures of being favored concubines. 　　 ??? "We're all going to be fucked to death. But I know one person can go back." Suddenly, 　　Oji, who was lying to the side, said. 　　 ??? "That little bitch with her ass sticking out," and she might have killed Grandpa, Oji said indignantly. 　　 ??? "What?" "No." "Why can she go back? Does the master favor her? We're all in such a miserable state 　　because of her." The female slaves discussed among themselves, and Sophia felt all kinds of vicious eyes staring at her 　　. 　　 ??? "Hehe, sisters. It seems that before despair arrives, the Supreme God has given us a plaything to amuse ourselves with. 　　Princess Sophia, we meet again, hehe," Dangji said happily, and in the dim light, 　　the erect and excited nipples on Dangji's round breasts could be clearly seen.

“We are all slaves now, please don’t torture me! Your fate is sealed. I am innocent,”
Sophia pleaded.
“But we can’t reach her,” Lamimi
said, blinking her playful eyes as she looked at Sophia’s sweat-soaked buttocks and the trembling flesh between her legs.
“Yes, if you torture me, I will tell my master, and he will… he will punish you,” Sophia
threatened, twisting her only movable buttocks.
“Smack! Smack!” Two sounds of bamboo slapping her buttocks rang out.
“Waaah, I will tell my master,” Sophia protested. The only one who could reach Sophia, the harlot,
held the bamboo slap that the bearded man had carelessly discarded, the slap just long enough for the harlot to hit Sophia’s buttocks.
“Smack! Smack!” The harlot struck Sophia hard again.
"Oh, stop hitting her!" Sophia pleaded.
"Snap, snap, snap, snap!" Dangji gripped the chain around her neck with one hand to avoid suffocating,
while trying to get closer to Sophia's wooden yoke so the bamboo paddle could hit her more. Suddenly,
the chains binding the slave girl were stretched taut by Dangji.
"Spare me, Master Dangji, spare me!" Sophia knew that if the beating continued,
she would be beaten to death before her master arrived.
Clearly, the concubines didn't want to kill the only person who brought them pleasure, so Dangji stopped
spanking. Sitting in the cabin, panting, they discussed how to torture Sophia.
"How do we play with this little bitch? Just thinking about her going back to Bowens makes me angry," Dangji
said, sitting on the ground, clutching the bamboo paddle, panting.
"Remember how we used to toy with that seductive Babylonian slave girl?" one of the slave girls
said, covering her mouth and chuckling.
"You mean, the one who finally died from exhaustion?" Dangji asked, blinking her beautiful eyes as she recalled, clutching the bamboo paddle.
"That's right, no scars. The vassal king never knew how we killed her, hee hee." Lavensasa,
clearly holding a high position among the concubines, spoke decisively.
"We need to change our methods," Dangji said excitedly, standing
up as if she had found a new toy, poking Sophia's plump buttocks.
"Hey, if you don't want me to hit you, you have to listen to me," Dangji said with a smile.
"Yes, I'll do whatever you say," Sophia said in fear, twisting her buttocks frantically, afraid of
another blow.
"You must keep your nipple bells ringing, or I'll hit you," Dangji said, smiling at Lavensasa.
"Waaah," okay. "Sophia readily agreed, the burning pain in her buttocks leaving her powerless to resist
.
The melodious jingling of the breast bells echoed through the cabin. Sophia swayed her
voluptuous waist from side to side, letting her breasts jiggle. But as time went on, her muscles gradually stiffened
, and the sound of the bells slowed.
"Slap, slap!" The bamboo slats struck Sophia's sweat-soaked buttocks again. "
Spare me, I can't move anymore, ouch!" "Spare me!" Sophia
pleaded in agony, her waist trembling, sweat streaming down her spine.
"Idiot, you can make the bells ring by thrusting your thighs back and forth, like someone's fucking
you from behind," the harlot commanded, slapping Sophia again.
Sophia had no choice but to thrust her thighs back and forth. Sure enough, the breast bells
jingled again with the movement of her breasts.
"It sounds so nice!" Dangji said happily in the stuffy cabin.
"Actually, you can do that too. Don't you have breast bells?" Sophia said, half pleading and half talking back.
"Damn it, don't talk back!" "Dangji slapped Sophia twice hard, angrily saying.
Soon, Sophia's thighs began to tremble from the prolonged exertion. Dangji then made Sophia repeatedly straighten
her legs to make her breasts jiggle. Sophia knew they wanted to exhaust every muscle in her body until she died
.
Finally, the first night arrived. The ship had sailed out of the harbor after the female slaves boarded. This night would
be the sailors' first night of revelry. When the doors to the second floor opened, the sailors rushed down.
Except for Dangji, the most beautiful female slave, who was taken away by the captain, the other female slaves were taken to the deck
for sexual intercourse. Only two men penetrated Sophia's cunt throughout the entire night. Because Sophia had been exhausted
and powerless all day, the sailors had lost interest in her.
The next morning, the bearded man came to feed her again. The female slaves were fed by the caravan, but the bearded man only cared about Sophia
and Oji.
" "Master, they beat me with bamboo sticks during the day, boohoo," Sophia said listlessly, mimicking a puppy eating
while looking pitifully at the bearded man.
"No, she's lying," Oki said.
"Of course I believe you, baby." The bearded man seemed to prefer Oki, a Bowens woman of his own race, to
the more beautiful and voluptuous Sofia.
The next day, the process repeated itself. Fortunately, not many sailors frequented Sofia and Oki each night
. They seemed to know that these two female slaves could be enjoyed later, while the rest would be sold and
gone. Therefore, women like Ravensasa and Lamimi served the men almost every night, which only
fueled their despair and cruelty.
A month passed quickly. After passing the "Bath of the Vulcan," they arrived at Lapumo, the last port of civilization
. Lapumo was the first temporary port established by the Bowens in Black Africa, used to trade goods with some caravans
and black kingdoms. Further south from Lapumo, there were only small ports run by barbarians
, where slaves could even be sold to cannibals.
When the ship anchored, Dangji was surprised that despite such torture, Sophia lay
sprawled on the ground like a lump of rotten flesh each night, yet the next day she would reluctantly swing her breasts to make the nipple bells ring again. However, soon
half of the female slaves were taken away to be sold. Fortunately, Dangji, as the captain's pet, was spared,
which meant she would be sold to the most barbaric place, a thought that made her eyes blaze with fury. Ramimi was
clearly among those sold.
Gentleness had always been Ramimi's most endearing quality. Although she wasn't the most beautiful, her melancholy
had captivated the prince; otherwise, she wouldn't have risen from a female guard to a queen—though this wasn't a good thing.
When Ramimi stood naked on the wooden platform of the slave market, this frail woman clearly felt
her beautiful, long legs trembling. Shame or fear? Ramimi covered her private
parts with her arms while looking at the clothed slave owners who seemed to be examining livestock; her mind was
blank. The consequence of doing so was being whipped several times. Every female slave, when sold, had to
display her genitals instead of being shy and timid. The female slaves of the Jack Merchant Guild were even more distinctive.
"Did you carry what I told you to carry yesterday?" the slave owner
asked fiercely, glaring at Lamimi, who was naked on the platform. At the same moment, Lamimi saw the slave ship carrying her sail away from the harbor
, the ship that represented her past humiliation and glory
… Lamimi watched the departing triangular sail and took a deep breath. She straightened her body, covered her hands behind her back
, and spread her long, beautiful legs to reveal her vulva, saying coquettishly, "Gentlemen, look at my breasts and my cunt.
I am Lamimi, from Bowens. I am nineteen years old. I was deflowered at eighteen, my cunt has only been used a few times, I have never
given birth, I can be a concubine and a prostitute…" As she said "I am Lamimi," her pretty face flushed red. Indeed,
the characteristic of the female slaves of the Jack Merchant Guild was that they sold themselves; if they weren't sold, they would be tortured that night.
Soon, half of the female slaves were snapped up by swarming slave traders. Such beautiful women
were a rare sight in this remote port city on the empire's edge. A few hours later, on a mountain road a dozen miles from Lapumo, a
fat woman with a large head and ears rode a nearly flattened, emaciated donkey, with
Lamimi, naked except for a pair of tattered shoes, tied to the back.
"Look at my daughter-in-law! What do you think? Those breasts, that ass!" Whenever the fat woman passed by a few
acquaintances, she would stop, as if boasting about her merchandise. Perhaps this was why she didn't
dress Lamimi.
"You've come to my house as a concubine. You can't do nothing like you used to, do you hear me?" the fat
woman said arrogantly to Lamimi.
"Yes, Master." "Lami said obediently.
"Looking at your delicate skin, I know you must be some young lady who's been kidnapped. But I don't care
who you are, from now on you'll listen to me. I'm the mistress of the Omya Manor," the fat woman continued.
"Yes, mistress," Lami said, secretly glancing at the haughty woman with a smirk. Lami thought that
in Bowens, even a female serf with two acres of land would probably be better dressed than this woman.
"As long as you serve my son well, I can make sure you have clothes to wear and enough to eat in the future," the fat woman concluded
.
"Yes, mistress, I'm the best at serving people," Lami breathed a sigh of relief. For a female slave, perhaps
being a concubine to a young man wasn't such a bad thing.
Finally, they arrived at a barren mountain village. The trees on the entire mountain could be counted on one hand, and there
was only one house. Lami frowned slightly, thinking that in Bowens, such a dilapidated house was probably only used as a pigsty.
The fat woman led Lamimi into the spacious, dilapidated house. Lamimi was both frightened and curious;
the young master here might be the person she would serve for the rest of her life.
The manor was fairly tidy. Two lean, elderly women in their fifties were drying rice outside. There
was also a huge millstone, and one of the women was pouring beans into it. Seeing the fat woman, she said, "Master,
your donkey needs to pull the millstone." The fat woman nodded to her.
Finally, they reached the dilapidated house, but before they even reached the end, they heard the cries of a young woman
and the wild laughter of a child: "Giddy up! Giddy up!" "Master, young master, spare me!"
The door opened, and Lamimi covered her mouth in terror. A skinny, emaciated woman, naked,
was crawling on the ground, while a boy dressed as a shepherd, who looked no more than ten years old, was riding on top of her,
viciously whipping her barely recognizable buttocks with a whip. The tender flesh of her vulva had been turned
black from being fucked.
"Grandmother, master, spare me!" The woman pleaded, her large blue eyes
pleading as the fat woman entered. The fat woman looked at the emaciated, blue-eyed woman with disgust,
then looked happily at the boy and said, "Baby, look what Mommy bought you, a new
slave." She pushed Lamimi in front of the boy.
"No, what are you doing? Oh dear!" To Lamimi's surprise, the boy seemed incredibly strong
. He took out a rope and quickly tied Lamimi's frail hands behind her back. Lamimi
fell to the ground in terror, only then seeing the boy's face for the first time. This wasn't the face of a ten-year-old boy; his eyes were deformed,
one large and one small, his teeth severely decayed, and his face was covered in wrinkles… The boy dragged Lamimi towards the bed
. As Lamimi was dragged, she looked up and saw that the man was wearing open-crotch pants, and his small penis was
smaller than a child's little finger… The man threw Lamimi onto the bed and took out a wooden penis the size of an arm, forcefully
inserting it into her.
"Waaah, no!" Lamimi pleaded, but the violence had only just begun…
The fat woman only then noticed the emaciated, naked woman abandoned by the little boy. She was somewhat angry…
"Hurry up and grind the beans," she said, pointing to the huge millstone outside.
"Master, I'm so hungry. I can't even remember the last time I ate anything," the thin woman
said weakly.
"Didn't you eat a piece of cake three days ago? Lazy, greedy, and unable to serve the young master properly, what use are you? If
you don't finish grinding the beans today, don't even think about eating anything," the fat woman said harshly.
"Unload the donkey and make her pull the millstone," the fat woman commanded. At this moment, a desperate
groan from Ramimi could be heard from inside the house…

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