【Slave Princess Knight】

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The Princess and the Knight of the Slave
Chapter One
The azure sky was cloudless, and the sun shone brightly on the city, a blend of Eastern and Western architectural styles. For
a place in a hot country, this was a rare sight—a beautiful, sunny day. However, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians within the city
seemed to be bathed in the mournful caress of the wind and the sobbing lament of the waves.
For today was the funeral of the revered King Miller Chappell and the loyal and benevolent
Commander of the Saint Chappell Division, Green Monte. The heavy sorrow weighed on the hearts of the people, making it impossible for them to stand tall and bid farewell
to these two heroes.
Men who should have shed blood but not tears wept silently, while women and children cried out loud, waving goodbye with tears in their eyes.
In the small country of Chappell, with a population of less than a million, the hundreds of thousands of residents of the capital city tearfully saw off the hearses of King Miller and
Commander Green Monte as they passed by. The deeply mourning citizens tossed bouquets of flowers to the hearse before them
in their final respect. Many of the soldiers escorting the hearse still wore blood-stained bandages,
tears welling in their eyes.
With the deaths of the Emperor and the division commander, the nation's only division had suffered more than half its casualties. They were all
good fathers, husbands, and children in the eyes of their grieving families. This small nation, established far to the East,
was now in dire straits, its nation grieving a devastating defeat. The sea, the lifeline of this coastal nation, was cut off and blockaded by pirates
; merchant ships, fishing boats, and warships were all confined to the harbor, unable to set sail.
Who could be more sorrowful and heartbroken than the citizens whose army had been defeated, whose very existence was uncertain
?
If anyone was, it was Princess Danielle Chappell, the apple of the Emperor's eye, and
Melissa Lumière, the fiancée of Grinmont. The daughter, grieving the loss of her father, and the woman, devastated by the loss of her beloved, faced each other in
silence within the palace, their eyes brimming with tears.
The princess, always dressed in vibrant orange, rose red, or azure, wore a black mourning gown she had never worn before—a
solemn, floor-length dress with a semi-circular skirt supported by steel wire. From the waist and cuffs
, it clung to her body, revealing not a sliver of skin. Only at the front were
her shapely breasts, their milky-white mounds like sculptures of ice, accentuating her exquisite figure, especially her slender, delicate waist. Her youthful beauty rivaled that of a celestial
being. The princess's once expressive emerald eyes no longer reflected her innocence,
understanding, and passionate love; instead, they held a profound, heartbreaking
desolation, a sorrow that surpassed even the power of weeping. This kind-hearted girl, loved by all and treating even street beggars like family, suffered
a fate far more cruel than her pure and beautiful appearance—truly, heaven is jealous of beauty.
Melissa's armor, gleaming with silver light, made her seem less like a woman whose lover had died tragically and more like a
seeker of revenge. The royal insignia on her breastplate and sword hilt were adorned with white orchids. Beneath the iron armor and leather protective clothing,
her skin was as white as snow. Renowned for her cold beauty, she captivated all who beheld her, a beauty they dared only to admire from afar
. The chill in her cold eyes made people retreat, yet behind that chill, a hidden sorrow lingered
, compelling even those who had traversed mountains of knives and pools of blood to rush to her side and comfort her.
This girl and beauty, who could communicate with a single glance, recalled the events of half a month ago—compared to now, it felt
like a lifetime had passed.
On that day, the imperial city was bustling with soldiers preparing for the expedition.
Veterans leisurely drank wine in secret, while new recruits, pale-faced, polished their swords repeatedly. Craftsmen and laborers busied themselves
preparing provisions, water, weapons, and firearms, while outside the city, crowds of citizens cheered the departing army.
Like countless powerless soldiers, they kissed their wives goodbye and promised their lovers a reunion.
Even the King of Miller and Commander Grin were only human; though they were men of great ambition and spirit, they were also
fathers who doted on their daughters and young men reluctant to part with their fiancées.
Inside the grand hall, which, while not opulent, possessed a refined elegance that the Chappell royal family held in high esteem and could never
truly emulate, the hearty laughter of the Miller Kingdom echoed throughout. His physique was as imposing as a bear and as agile as a leopard. His
short beard and plump face, which instilled fear, were always adorned with a warm smile. His wise eyes held a
gentle, grandfatherly gaze that soothed and comforted. On the battlefield, he was a lion; in the royal court, he was a loving elder.
"A few small pirates! Dealing with them is a piece of cake for me. Daniel has nothing to worry about."
"But I've heard that this pirate king has killed millions, and the vixen beside him sees the church as a mortal enemy
. Her methods are more ruthless and terrifying than the devil's."
Even the princess, who knew no sorrow, couldn't help but feel worried after hearing these unpleasant rumors.
"I'm not afraid of devils, let alone humans! Are they as terrifying as me? Tell me, tell me!" He
scooped up the light-footed princess and playfully rubbed his beard against her face. Her worries vanished, and a
smile returned to her face. She playfully punched her loving father, and the scene between mother and child was filled with warmth and harmony.
Those who don't understand might find it strange that a middle-aged king and a princess of marriageable age would have such
an intimate relationship, disregarding the boundaries between men and women.
But only those who understand King Miller can comprehend
how much he adored this little princess, a king who vowed never to marry after his wife's death in childbirth. Unlike most royalty and nobles, whose emotions are suppressed by heavy etiquette,
the princess even confided her first menstruation to this king, who was both her father and friend. Afterwards ,
the king, excited about his daughter's growth, even ordered a day of national celebration.
Looking at the princess's genuine, dimpled smile, Melissa was so anxious she almost fainted.
"It's alright! Look how confident the king is. Please, Melissa, have the same trust in me." The handsome and dashing
Green, with his fiery red hair, possessed a gentle exterior but a strong inner strength, his abilities and spirit befitting
a pillar of the nation.
Ignoring the constraints of propriety, Green stole a kiss on Melissa's cheek when no one was looking.
His warm lips captivated the seemingly icy beauty in others' eyes. Under his kiss, Melissa
felt herself to have become a sinner who had broken the vows of chastity.
"My love! Do you know how burning my heart is, how anxious I am like an ant on a hot pan?"
Melissa pressed her head against Green's body, large tears rolling down her pretty face. "Since I was tormented by love, you entered my boudoir and slept on
my bed. Now I will marry no one but you, and I am already carrying your child. If you cannot win back this battle
, I, who have lost my virginity before marriage and am carrying an illegitimate child, will have no choice but to walk the path of burning at the stake.
" "Please, Green, take good care of yourself! Even if you are defeated, you must come back alive." In contrast to his usual
cold and aloof demeanor, he was now meticulous and thoughtful. Melissa was currently just a worried young woman who had just become pregnant.
"Don't talk about unlucky things! We will definitely win and return victorious."
Leaving a warm kiss on Melissa's forehead, Green left calmly, his ambition and confidence boundless
.
Watching his departing figure, Melissa momentarily lost her composure and gently touched her lower abdomen. My child! To avoid distracting your father, I
didn't tell him I was pregnant with you. The King is a magnanimous man; even with his strict religious rules, once Green returns
, I can marry him without incident. Otherwise, my unborn child! You wouldn't have been able to
come into this world with everyone's blessings.
Two fearless and magnificent men, aboard the three-masted flagship HMS Royal Oak, led nearly ten thousand officers on their expedition.
A week later, less than a quarter returned alive. When the soldiers, each bearing some kind of wound,
carried the King Miller and Commander Green, their bodies covered in burns and knife wounds, to the palace, the young lord fainted from grief
, and Helena's profound sorrow was beyond description.
Her child… had lost its father before even being born, and Green didn't even know she was pregnant.
What lay ahead? To survive, aborting the fetus was the most sensible choice. But
how could she possibly destroy Grimm's only bloodline?
She thought of their romantic moments under the moon, their vows of eternal love, their duels before the emperor, their rivalry blossoming into understanding and love. When he was promoted
to commander, she had given her virginity. Was it all just a fleeting memory, Grimm, that he could only live on in her
heart? She could no longer linger in his arms, the once-mighty commander of knights, now a sentimental woman.
Almost oblivious to sorrow, the only pain in her heart was the lack of maternal love. Tears soaked her clothes, and for
three days and three nights she stayed beside the emperor's body, refusing to leave no matter how others tried to persuade her. Her once smiling,
charming face now held only loneliness, desolation, and sorrow.
"Commander Melissa, Daniel has a request," the royal princess, her tears dried but her grief undiminished,
answered in a calm yet unwavering tone.
"Your Highness, you flatter me! Melissa is a loyal subject of His Majesty the King. Since my father's death in battle and my mother's illness, His Majesty has
not only generously compensated my family but also offered numerous words of comfort. To repay His Majesty's kindness, for the sake of the millions of lives in the Kingdom of Chabel, and for the
thousands of fallen soldiers, I will certainly assist Your Highness, even unto death." The princess
shook her head and smiled bitterly, her expression so pitiful it was heartbreaking; Melissa truly felt her pain.
"I don't know how to govern a country; military and political affairs have always been handled by my father. In the future, I will ascend the throne, and the affairs of state will
be chosen by my uncle, Earl Carson, and my future husband will be in charge."
"But… even though Danielle is ignorant, she knows that the sea is the lifeblood of Chabel. To avenge my father's death
and for the sake of my millions of people in Chabel, I must eliminate these pirates who bring ruin to the country. Even if I die, I
will not regret it."
Though a woman, the princess possessed extraordinary courage. Her willingness to die was not a spur-of-the-moment
decision. From her expression, tone, and the trembling of her body, Melissa knew that the princess had pondered deeply, fully understanding the meaning of
death, and had confided in her with the same resolve as the king to defend the country to the death. The poor princess was only fifteen
years old, and had been pampered by the king and everyone in the palace since childhood, but now…
Melissa didn't want to die, but for her, death might also be a kind of liberation, a way to reunite with Grin in heaven. With
the princess's consent, she reorganized the remaining troops and devised a plan to deal with the powerful pirate fleet.
Xia Mu'er was just a small country, its existence dependent on the sea. Fish from fishing boats accounted for one-third of its food, and
imported wheat, wine, butter, meat, fruits, and vegetables provided the remaining third. Eighty percent of the national treasury's income
came from maritime taxes. Now, the pirates were not just rampant, but had long since turned the tables, besieging the country.
A newly defeated army cannot defeat a powerful enemy that has won countless battles and intimidated the nations of the East. Therefore, Melissa proposes that
the princess feign agreement to the conditions the pirates had previously offered to the emperor, using negotiations as a cover for a surprise attack. With the emperor
recently deceased, the princess's selfless courage inspires the soldiers, urging them to take a desperate gamble.
For this purpose, Princess Danielle summons her uncle, Earl Carson, and the Bishop of Languedoc, entrusting them with the affairs of state
and revealing that after victory, she will ascend the throne, leaving the choice of her husband to them.
Within the imperial family, except in the event of national collapse and the prospect of extermination, it is destined that
one cannot be with the one they deeply love. Like the late emperor, those who marry first and fall in love, remaining devoted to each other throughout, are extremely rare. Melissa originally thought that Danielle
could escape this curse of fate because of her father's love, but fate is cruel. Watching
the bishop and count, their faces gleaming with cunning, plotting to manipulate the nation's politics through the selection of a royal consort, Melissa couldn't help but sigh deeply
. How unfortunate were the women of this era! But... since the creation of the world, when had a woman ever been happy?
"Don't be sad for me, everyone has to get married, doesn't they? It's a pity my father won't see me in my white wedding
dress. Father..." It's said that a woman's first love is always her father. The fact that many women's husbands
are either the same as or opposite to their fathers shows this isn't without reason. The majestic king, the princess's father,
was also the ideal husband she longed for. The gloom on her face, and the unspeakable bitterness in her heart, would never
be erased from the princess's face! A young girl just beginning to experience love, unable to fall in love with someone she truly desires, forced to marry a complete stranger, two or three times her age, based on calculations of self-interest
. Her life is decided in this way;
how could a young girl bear such resentment and depression?
A heartbroken princess and a beautiful knight commander board a five-ship negotiation fleet, followed by a smaller
fleet of less than five thousand men—the entire nation's strength combined. They face a pirate fleet of over fifty thousand men, undefeated in their conquests across the seas
.
Standing in the ship's deck, Daenerys waved goodbye to the people who came to see her off. Her heart was in turmoil; she knew this might be the last
time she saw her homeland. Father… to protect the country you loved so dearly, Daenerys might soon
join you in heaven. But behind this resolve, do you know how many times Daenerys
secretly wept in the dead of night, wondering why Father had to die so young, how heavy the burden on her shoulders was?
Melissa, guarding the princess, apologized inwardly to the unborn child. She felt she couldn't give him happiness, yet she had knowingly
risked her life on the battlefield while pregnant. She hoped that this perilous journey would bring peace to the Kingdom of Chappell.
Uncertain about the future, she took out the portrait of Grin, which was embedded in her necklace, and gazed at it. The smile in the painting remained
unchanged; when had the body long since turned to dust?
Section Two:
After three days of voyage, the negotiating fleet made contact with a pirate fleet of over a hundred ships, their masts like a forest, their sails like mountains, their shadows flickering
. After discussions among the envoys, both sides agreed to begin negotiations that evening. A
day carefully chosen by Melissa—moonless, starless, and shrouded in heavy clouds—perfect for a night raid.
With a death-defying resolve, Melissa, her beautiful curves concealed within cold armor, wore
an expression of utter despair. Those who could understand the tenderness beneath her cold exterior were no longer alive. And
tonight, perhaps, she could reunite with him in heaven.
Her pale yellow gown, both magnificent and elegant, accentuated the
noble bearing of Queen Daniel, who seemed like a carefree little bird, highlighting both her princessly nobility and her cheerful, approachable nature. Sadly, she could no longer
live carefree by the King's side.
"Captain Melissa, let's go!" Queen Daniel, her chest heaving, her breasts glowing pink, captivating all who beheld her
, took several deep breaths to calm her turbulent emotions, pushed open the hatch, and took her fateful step.
Of the two parties meeting, the princess and the knight were far more astonished than their opponents, though their emotions were suppressed beneath
masked expressions. But… these two were none other than the infamous pirate king and
the witch who had killed their father and lover.
The princess wore a black dress resembling mourning attire, adorned with opulent embroidery and lace trim, mysterious and alluring. Unlike the rumored witch,
with her white hair, hunchback, and withered body, she was roughly the same age as the princess, with skin as smooth as jade,
a smiling gaze in her blue eyes, and golden hair that fluttered in the wind. A black cat perched on her shoulder. Was she the witch?
The pirate king was not a towering, muscular brute. His strong, well-proportioned physique was revealed
by only a small vest covering his bronze skin and the crisscrossing scars etched upon it. With black hair and black eyes, typical of Eastern features,
and a carefree smile on her face, a gleaming, ancient-looking demonic sword, its hilt inlaid with black jewels and radiating a chilling
aura, hung at her waist.
Princess Daniel bowed, lifting her skirt in a gesture of respect, while Melissa, in chivalry, knelt on one knee.
Now! Her mind was calm and undisturbed, displaying the composure necessary of a warrior. Melissa struck,
hurling a signal flare disguised as an ornament into the air, her sword Moran flashing from its sheath, aiming straight for the Sea Emperor's head.
The humiliated Chabel army, amidst the light flares exploding in the vast sky, instantly regained their former
glory and launched an attack. Besides the soldiers and officers on the five ships, there were also ambushers transported in caissons and
fifteen ships that had secretly followed.
Remembering the Emperor's benevolent rule and his love for his people, the princess and Commander Melissa, women, threw themselves into
the battlefield. Every man of the Kingdom of Chabel was filled with righteous indignation, ready to sacrifice himself for his country.
The sword Moran, swift as the wind, failed to cleave the enemy in two as Melissa had anticipated. The Pirate King
leaped into the air, spinning. His demonic blade was already in his hand, and he slashed with unpredictable, ever-changing movements,
flames flickering on its blade.
With a clang, the swords clashed, and Melissa was forced back a step. Ignoring the pursuing, serpentine demonic
blade, she slashed horizontally, seemingly intent on exchanging blows for a mutual destruction.
The Pirate King gave a mocking laugh, then abruptly shifted from a charge to a retreat, the movement
completed in an instant.
Melissa, now resigned to death, unleashed a torrent of swordplay, gaining the upper hand for a moment. But the Pirate King
remained steadfast, flames surging and swirling on his blade, gathering strength for a counterattack.
The princess, who knew nothing of martial arts, bowed and then retrieved a hidden pistol from a concealed pocket on the back of her skirt. She gripped it tightly and aimed at her
father's killer, a man she hated with a passion that ran deep.
Princess Daniel's fighting skills were already poor. Moreover, she had never even bullied a cat, let alone killed anyone. If
her opponent were a vicious, ruthless thug, that would be one thing, but shooting a girl her own age was a different story.
Just as Princess Daniel drew her gun, the black cat on the witch's shoulder, its eyes flashing with a sharp light,
leaped into the air with lightning speed, transforming into a panther and swatting the princess's pistol away with a single swipe of its paw.
Startled and bewildered by this sudden change, Daniel bent down to pick up the gun. But as she turned,
she was knocked down by a powerful force. The panther pounced on her, its mouth wide open, revealing a mouthful of sharp, white teeth. "Behave yourself!
Don't move! Otherwise, your delicate skin and flesh will be my snack."
The panther's breath was intense; death was closer to Daniel than ever before.
Although not on the highest alert, the pirate fleet had made some preparations in case of unforeseen circumstances, and the surprise attack was far less effective than Melissa
had anticipated. Furthermore, the pirates were seasoned veterans, well-equipped, and their fighting strength was no less than that of the Chappell army, and their numbers were more than
five times greater.
Cannon fire clashed between the ships, and the shouts of battle echoed from the boarding ships. For their people and families, the Chappell
army fought bravely. Initially, they held a slight advantage, disrupting the enemy's formation for a time. However, within fifteen minutes, they were met with a fierce
counterattack.
Bathed in a hail of bullets and a swarm of arrows, comrades fell one after another. But even wounded, as long as they
had a breath left, the warriors of Chappell would never give up, wielding swords and spears, fighting back with their lives.
Seeing the princess captured, Melissa's expression changed drastically! Her attacks became even more frantic, her swordplay increasingly chaotic.
"Don't give up, everyone! Melissa, don't worry about me, defeat the pirates!" Despite facing sharp teeth,
Daniel bravely cried out. Though she was a woman, she couldn't afford to risk her life at this moment.
The anxious princess hoped her subjects could defeat the pirates. But the situation was the opposite; the loyal soldiers were outnumbered many times over.
Surrounded by enemy forces, they fell one after another. The warship was riddled with bullets, its decks piled high with corpses. The survivors shouted and
desperately rushed towards her ship, attempting to change the tide of battle. Their desperate counterattack only brought destruction.
Under the deafening barrage of cannon fire, Chappelle's warship resembled a wounded beast; the timber that formed its hull was blasted apart and scattered into
the sea, like a bull surrounded by wolves, struggling in its death throes. What flowed from it was not blood, but the remains of warriors
.
The princess, her heart bleeding, wept in anguish. Her subjects were dying one by one.
On the decks surrounding her, the guards of both sides were locked in fierce combat. The guards who had accompanied Daenerys for years
fought bravely against the powerful pirates to rescue her from the clutches of the leopards. As the Pirate King's personal guards, their
opponents were undoubtedly the elite of the elite. Compared to those who trained daily in the palace,
these battle-hardened warriors, forged in the blood of the battlefield, were like adults against children.
Except for Melissa, the guards fell one after another.
"Bang!" A volley of gunfire erupted, and after the smoke cleared, several familiar faces of Daniel were gone forever
.
"Release Her Highness!" A heavily wounded guard struggled weakly, raising his sword to resist. The ruthless pirate
knocked his sword away with a single blow, severing his head and showering him with blood.
"Ugh...ugh..." No, stop! Daniel recognized the guard; his name was Hans. She remembered
the time she caught him flirting with a palace maid, the young man shyly greeting her. I heard he
would be getting married soon, but now…
Melissa was now like a candle flickering in the wind, the Pirate King's demonic sword unleashing a fiery counterattack.
The raging fire forced her to keep her at bay. Her precious sword, Moran, scorched by the heat, was burning hot.
Ignoring the burns on her hands, Melissa gripped the sword tightly.
The Pirate King, who had her on the defensive, launched a lightning-fast counterattack, his demonic sword wreathed in flames, its force overwhelming and
relentless.
With nowhere to retreat, Melissa had no choice but to fight back. Amidst the clash of weapons, a torrent of force
sent her sword flying, revealing her slender hands covered in blisters.
Melissa, still trying to draw her darts to retaliate, heard the princess's cry of "Stop!"
Had she reached her limit?
Melissa glanced around at the Chappell army, who had dealt a blow to the pirates. Less than one-tenth remained, and the few remaining
ships were besieged by an enemy ten times their size. But regardless of the formation or the strength of the enemy,
the warriors, knowing it was futile yet still fighting to this point, had done right by their predecessors, their people, and their families.
Melissa, drawing her needle-like dart, hesitated, wondering whether to plunge it into her own chest. But thinking of the baby in her womb
, grief overwhelmed her, and she suddenly couldn't bring herself to do it. How could she bear to take her unborn child with her ?
The pirate king, witnessing her impending suicide, seized this fleeting opportunity, striking her arm with lightning speed,
preventing her from taking her own life.
"Dying isn't so easy!"
the witch chuckled, her eyes radiating a chilling resentment, as if she
harbored a blood feud with Daniel and Melissa.
The victorious pirates imprisoned the few remaining survivors. The witch in black was in charge of Princess Danianier and Melissa
. On their first day as prisoners, they were merely confined to the ship's cabin. Melissa, though chained
, had her hand wound treated by a doctor.
If the pirates only wanted ransom, that would be one thing; they were rumored to not only rape but also sell people into slavery and even conduct
inhumane magical experiments. Princess Danianier, her future uncertain, was truly restless. Especially thinking of
yesterday's battle, where thousands of loyal soldiers had perished for her. In contrast, Melissa was much calmer; even if she were raped,
she was mentally prepared. The problem was the child. She couldn't bear to lose the child; she wanted to protect her, yet she didn't know
how the pirates would treat her.
The agonizing wait finally came to an end. The witch and the pirate king led them to another cell
. Along the way, the corridor echoed with the cries of women: lewd, pleasurable gasps; heart-wrenching
growls of pain; sorrowful sobs and wails.
Maintaining a calm, icy expression was a tremendous effort for Melissa
. What kind of torture had those women endured? How horrific must the screams of agony be? And why, in contrast to the chilling atmosphere,
were there women making wanton, lewd moans? Princess Daniel, on the other hand, was utterly bewildered.
It wasn't surprising that the women's cries contained sadness; the wicked pirates certainly wouldn't treat their prisoners kindly. But
what were those strange, intermittent moans, like a mixture of pleasure and pain?
Finally, they arrived at a foul-smelling, dark, windowless cell with only a vent facing the corridor, filled with torture instruments
.
Daniel, oblivious to the danger, looked on curiously at the various unfamiliar and strange objects.
Melissa, as the commander of the Knights and also responsible for maintaining order in the country, was quite knowledgeable. At this point,
the Kingdom of Chappell was no longer a threat; interrogating them was unnecessary. But besides whips, branding irons, and chains, the room
also contained a triangular wooden horse, a wooden phallus made to resemble a male phallus, and a penis eye ring. All of these were
things that violated the Bible and God's righteousness, wicked and obscene. Not to mention using them, even possessing them was an unforgivable sin. She had arrested many
men and women who dared to commit apostasy and the death penalty for possessing or using such items.
"You...you two shameless scoundrels, aren't you afraid of going to hell after you die?" Faced with Melissa's
righteous accusation, the Pirate King and the Witch first exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.
The Pirate King sneered, "They've dared to commit murder and arson.
What's there to fear about going to hell after death? Besides, only a powerless god can punish sinners after death. What's there to be afraid of?"
The witch, whose purity rivaled even that of the princess, sneered, "Hell! The Church has
shown me hell, right here on earth. So I will show you believers
the hell on earth that I, this witch, have created."
Realizing that lecturing these two rebels on morality was useless, Melissa, her face flushed crimson,
said no more.
Section 3
"From today onwards, you are my new slaves. Dress me!" The witch spoke provocatively,
a hint of amusement flashing in
her phoenix eyes. Tossing Daenerys and Melissa were a roll of bandages and a pile of leather clothing, respectively.
"These are clothes?" Daenerys picked up the bandages, her expression hesitant.
"Of course! If you're not satisfied, I'll make you wear leaves. If you dare to be so difficult, you won't even get leaves;
instead, the world will feast its eyes on the princess's precious body." The domineering witch was like a servant of the underworld. Her demanding
attitude was enough to wound anyone.
The witch, who intended to torment the princess, received not the expected humiliation and insults, but instead
a leisurely gesture towards her delicate hand.
"Please undress me?" The princess's expression was as composed as if she were in her own boudoir, dressing up. It was as if the witch
and the pirate king were dead, unable to see her naked body.
"Take it off yourself! Do you expect me, your master, to dress you, a lowly slut?"
"I don't know how to take off clothes. If you don't want to, please tell the maid."
Daniel's reaction infuriated the witch, her eyes wide with rage. The Pirate King, on the other hand,
laughed heartily.
"You can play the role of a maid for now? You really are a princess who expects to be fed."
Daniel retorted with a furrowed brow, "Of course, meals are served by palace maids. Don't you have any servants
?"
The witch, her face flushed with anger, grabbed at the princess's dress and said, "Who's like you
, expecting to be fed and clothed?"
"Stop! How dare you be so disrespectful to the princess!" Melissa, overwhelmed with rage after picking up the dress, was unable to speak. Her
cold and beautiful face erupted with a furious avalanche of anger. She raised her bound arms and
tried to attack the witch without hesitation.
Suddenly, Melissa was pulled away, and the Pirate King slapped her across the face. The force of his palm arrived even before the hand struck.
"Smack!" A crisp sound rang out, and five striking finger marks were imprinted on her porcelain-like cheek.
"Get your identities straight. You are no longer princesses and knight commanders, but slaves to be slaughtered at our mercy
! Don't even mention changing your clothes. This world is a dog-eat-dog world. Even if we dragged you out for a thousand-person operation and gang-raped you to death, so what
? Isn't that what your followers do?"
With blood trickling from her mouth, Melissa trembled as she swallowed the pent-up resentment and hatred. She didn't refute the Pirate King's anti-divine words,
but the situation was beyond her control; in her heart, she had already cursed him a thousand times for his utter nonsense.
"If you don't change, I'll beat you until your clothes are torn to shreds! Then you'll be in so much pain you won't want to wear them anymore."
With a casual wave of his hand, the Pirate King used his palm to draw a long whip, as thick as a little finger, from the dazzling array of erotic instruments on the wall
. Three lashes were delivered to the ground, leaving three grooves in the wooden plank. This was something Melissa could handle, but
how could the pampered princess withstand
it? "Captain Melissa, don't be so rigid about such trivial matters," Princess Daniel said, offering her delicate hand to the Pirate
King.
"You want me to undress you? I'm a man!"
Not only the Pirate King, but the witch and Melissa were stunned. The princess was utterly shameless! Could it be that this seemingly innocent and
chaste princess was actually a wanton and shameless person inside?
"Is that not allowed?"
It wasn't that she was unfazed; the princess truly knew nothing of shame. To her, servants
were as natural as cats and dogs in an ordinary person's home. In her pure and innocent heart, there was no distinction between men and women.
"Looks like I've caught something interesting!" The witch found Daniel quite intriguing. This wasn't
the first time the princess had been disciplined, but she was either arrogant and willful, or suppressed by etiquette into a mindless human puppet. The princess , pure of heart
like floating clouds and water droplets, clear and without a trace of impurity, had yet to be trained.
"Let me be your servant this once!" the witch said,
removing the gloves from Daniel's smooth, pink arms. In the act of changing, the princess's movements were elegant and natural, without a trace of shyness. If the person she was dealing with weren't
the enemy who had killed her father and humiliated her, she might have even offered a grateful smile, like she would to a palace maid.
A moment later, the naked princess appeared before the witch and the pirate king, her petite figure exquisite,
her body perfectly proportioned, her breasts soft and white as jade, her nipples blooming tenderly. Her slightly rounded buttocks were smooth and glossy
, as smooth as satin, as white as snow. Her slender waist was easily encircled, and on that mysterious, small area were two glistening labia
, without a single hair—a secluded place that stirred endless fantasies. The pirate king and the witch were stunned by her
ethereal beauty, like a fairy descended to earth. Princess Daenerys maintained her impeccable composure, only reluctant to show
her charming smile to her enemies.
They, as her masters, had never seen such a woman. Women are creatures deeply concerned with shame; aside from
lowly prostitutes who have been ridden by thousands, even the most shameless who can remain naked before men are not immune to a touch of embarrassment. Even with lovers or husbands,
they inevitably feel a degree of shyness. Princess Daenerys's naturalness surpassed that of a child; she felt no shame whatsoever for her nakedness
. This open and honest charm was captivating, bewitching even without physical allure.
As the witch bandaged the princess, fearing the pirate king's whip and worrying about the risk of miscarriage,
Melissa, as a mother, removed her armor, revealing her exquisitely beautiful body. With her azure eyes
, flowing brown waves, and exquisitely beautiful face, Melissa possessed an irresistible charm.
Her large, full breasts, firm and shapely, framed a slender waist and round, snowy buttocks, a captivating allure
. Sparse, oval-shaped downy hair covered her vulva, revealing glimpses of a virgin's pink secret
cleft.
Any man who saw it would instinctively raise his erection.
The clothes bestowed upon Melissa included elbow-length black leather gloves and knee-length leather boots, the leather glossy and reflective.
However, the leather garment itself was utterly inappropriate; it covered her from the shoulders to the buttocks,
leaving three gaping holes in the chest and groin, exposing her magnificent breasts and secret garden to all. Wearing such
shameless and degrading clothing caused Melissa excruciating pain. Her expression, no longer able to maintain her icy and aloof demeanor, subtly revealed
a rosy blush, making her so adorable one almost wanted to kiss her.
In contrast to Melissa, who covered her private parts with her hands, Princess Daniel, though clad in bandages that were more like nothing at all, still possessed a certain...
She retained her princessly nobility. A truly perfect woman, even in tattered clothes, cannot conceal her natural, captivating
beauty. The witch, with her wicked heart, wrapped several layers of bandages around her breasts and genitals,
making her not only alluring but also tempting with the constant glimpses of her skin. She also possessed a fragile, pitiful beauty that made one reluctant to harm her.
After changing, the witch hacked their discarded clothes to shreds and threw them into a brazier filled with branding irons. She watched
intently as the clothes emitted black smoke and turned to ash. Princess Daenerys remained unmoved, but Melissa had a premonition that what she
cherished was about to be shattered.
Melissa, drugged to the point of superhuman strength, had her limbs bound by iron chains, which were connected to a winch. Princess Daenerys, powerless to even kill a chicken, was ordered to sit on the ground with her legs 　　spread
, just like Melissa . 　　 The poor knight commander, her female secrets laid bare before the pirate king. The princess's alluring private parts, deeply bandaged 　　, were clearly visible, their contours only slightly better than Melissa's nakedness. 　　 The first step in the "training" was the witch's magical examination of her body. After chanting incantations, she showed 　　a satisfied expression to Daenerys. Towards Melissa, however, she exclaimed in surprise, then gave a malicious, low chuckle. 　　 Next, the witch brought in two three-foot-long wolfhounds, along with two blocks of butter served by a maid. 　　 The two dogs barked incessantly at Melissa and Daenerys, their teeth bared and saliva dripping—a truly frightening 　　sight. 　　 Normally, Melissa would have no fear of a dog, but now, barely clothed, her body drugged and bound 　　, she was utterly powerless to resist. The thought of the pirate king and the witch's wicked scheme filled her with dread. Princess Daenerys, facing the 　　hatefully smiling witch, showed a slight fear of the dogs. Then, forcing herself to calm down, Princess Daenerys opened her lips 　　slightly and sang a heavenly song filled with her kindness. The melodious tune was beautiful and moving, like a warm spring breeze, cleansing the 　　heart. Even two hungry dogs, with voracious appetites, suppressed their hunger and listened attentively. 　　 Listening to this pure and holy heavenly sound, Melissa was overcome with sorrow. 　　Princess Daenerys, beloved by everyone in the palace, possessed a voice that could attract thousands of birds. When she sang in the verdant gardens, everyone in the palace 　　would retreat to watch her enchanting voice. Those who witnessed this miracle, even disregarding church 　　rules, privately praised the princess as an angel descended from heaven. Now… now the princess, naked and bandaged, sings to the dogs in her cell 　　to save herself. Why is fate so cruel? Why does God test Chappelle like this? She herself violated church rules, breaking 　　the vow of celibacy with Grimm, but the princess is innocent. Why? Why? 　　 "Unbelievable! Michael and the others have actually stopped moving." The witch was deeply shocked by the princess's ability. 　　 Princess Daniel's ability to control dogs without using magic was truly amazing. 　　 A song containing messages of peace and goodwill could move dogs, but not humans. 　　 The witch and the pirate king each took a knife and smeared butter on Melissa and Princess Daniel's private parts. 　　 "Stop! You're not human, what are you doing?" 　　 To Melissa's trembling voice, the witch replied maliciously, "Let the dogs give you oral sex! Your lover is dead 　　, you haven't had any pleasure in a long time, have you? You should thank me, a dog's tongue is far superior to fingers and a human tongue, no woman who has tried it 　　can compare to the taste." 　　 "You...you...you..." Melissa gritted her teeth in hatred, never imagining that the witch would do such a 　　despicable and shameless thing. 　　 "Demons! You're not human, why do you treat us like this? I'll haunt you even as a ghost!" 　　 "What a joke! Have you ever seen a demon? Heh. Let me tell you, humans are the demons, especially religious people, the higher the 　　level, the more evil they are. Ghost? According to your beliefs, the soul ascends to heaven after death. Are you going to wait until the end of the world to come and seek 　　revenge on me?" 　　 Though vulgar, Melissa had no other choice. 　　She spat at the witch's face. But at such close range, the black cat on her shoulder managed to deflect the spittle. Witnessing the black cat being defiled, the witch slapped 　　Melissa four times, mercilessly. In a chillingly cold tone, she said, 　　"You dare defile my cat. This is a small punishment; next time I'll cut open your belly and take your child." 　　 In an instant, Melissa's face drained of color. She… how did she know? 　　 "Unmarried pregnancy, your faith is truly unwavering! Chaste Knight Commander." 　　Melissa's heart ached terribly at the mockery of this lewd witch. Why had she fallen to such a state? 　　What was wrong with her uncontrollable passion with Grimm? To be insulted by such a person was utterly tragic. For a moment, the once proud and confident Melissa's eyes welled with tears. 　　 Melissa was horrified by the sight of the demonic knife hovering over her vulva, even going so far as to plunge the cold blade directly into 　　her warm, moist flower path. Danielle's situation was entirely different. The Pirate King's repeated mockery only earned her a bewildered 　　look. She wasn't fearless at the sight of the bandage being pulled back and butter being smeared on her vulva with a knife; she simply didn't 　　understand why she should feel shame and indignation. 　　 "Captain Melissa, please don't be afraid. A little butter will help; it won't hurt. We must remain calm, hold fast to 　　our faith, and patiently wait for God's trials to end. Also, congratulations on your pregnancy! Is the baby in your belly Grin's?" 　　 The princess's innocent voice warmed Melissa's heart. Since becoming pregnant, she had been filled with anxiety, 　　keeping this secret deep within her heart, not even daring to reveal it to her own mother. Thinking of her poor child, whose first blessing 　　was at this very moment, a wave of sorrow washed over her, and tears welled in her eyes. "Your Highness, Melissa will 　　protect you no matter what. Not only to preserve the bloodline of His Majesty the King, who has shown me such profound kindness, but also because of your 　　prayers for my child and your heartfelt tenderness. 　　 " "Princess, are you afraid if I have a wolfhound lick you like that later?" 　　 "Why should I be afraid?" Her clear, emerald eyes blinked, puzzled. 　　 Faced with this situation, the witch and the pirate king were truly at a loss. Melissa, her eyes filled with fear, 　　trembled uncontrollably as she walked between the blades and the wolfhounds. The princess, however, showed no awareness of being violated, which deeply frustrated them. It was like smearing 　　a blank sheet of paper with ink; after shaking it off, the paper remained pristine, making them feel utterly worthless. But 　　they were no ordinary people. Daenerys's pure, innocent heart was something they couldn't bear to defile. Yet, the more pure it was, 　　the more intriguing it became to defile her. What expression would she have when she went from being unaware of fear to screaming in terror? Rape

The pleasure of a prostitute cannot compare to the sense of conquest one experiences when raping a saint.
Section Four:
"Go!" After being released from their leashes, the two ravenous wolfhounds, like wild horses unleashed, pounced on
Princess Daenerys and Commander Melissa's genitals. The drooling giants extended their rough, long tongues, fiercely licking
Princess Daenerys's butter-covered lips, quickly wiping them clean.
Princess Daenerys, experiencing pleasure for the first time, felt a strange and bewildering sensation in her chest. Her lower body burned, experiencing an
unprecedented, intoxicating pleasure. After licking the butter from her smooth lips, the wolfhounds' tongues focused on licking the secret
cleft on her mound, trying to obtain the butter hidden deep within.
"Hoo...ya...uh...ha...ha...ahhh..." Princess Daenerys's beautiful voice rang
out in cries of female ecstasy and madness.
"How does it feel to be eaten by a dog?"
To the witch's provocative question, Daniel, her cheeks flushed, answered haltingly, "So hot! Light and airy
, like something's moving inside me."
Such a novel reaction left the witch and the pirate king unsure whether to laugh or be angry. In contrast, Melissa
's reaction was much more normal.
"Get away...get away..."
Despite her sharp shouts, she couldn't scare away the hungry dog before her. When the rough dog's tongue touched her vulva, Melissa
shuddered, as if electrocuted. The butter provided lubrication, and the dog's tongue was covered in saliva; besides, her body
hadn't been pampered in a long time. The loud, slurping licks brought Melissa to a blissful state.
But as a loyal knight who believed in God, not for love, being toyed with by an enemy using a dog... a thousand
pounds of guilt and self-reproach weighed on her, causing her to scream in anguish.
"Stop! Kill me if you must... Why torture me like this..."
A suppressed pleasure shone on her face, her eyes filled with grief and indignation mixed with lust, her whole body
trembling.
"Teasing? It should be a blessing. Let's see how your little red bean reacts?"
"God..."
A humiliating cry escaped her lips as the witch reached out and touched the point where the lips met, her slender fingers gently pinching the female knight's clitoris
.
"Clearly you're hard from pleasure, yet you still lie! Those who dare to commit adultery, what are you pretending to be virtuous for? If you want pleasure, be honest
!" The mocking words deeply wounded Melissa.
Before Princess Daniel could even reach climax, she was overwhelmed by the surging sensuality, her cheeks flushed red,
her bandages soaked with dog saliva and her own secretions.
After her climax, Melissa lowered her head, closed her eyes, and wept softly. It was too cruel to defile the
body that belonged only to Grimm like that. More than the hatred for the witch and the pirate king, the lingering self-reproach in her heart was truly
tormenting.
"What a despicable knight commander! The people of the church are all gilded on the outside, rotten on the inside. Your lover's body is barely cold,
and you've already slept with him under the influence of his tongue; the child in your womb won't be any good either."
Hearing the witch's words, Melissa's pent-up grievances turned into unstoppable tears, and she burst into sobs
.
"Take back your insult to the church! Commander Grimm's child will definitely be a pillar of the nation in the future!" Facing
Princess Daenerys's resolute gaze, the witch's face was icy, and she slapped the princess's cheek, leaving a bright red
handprint.
Daenerys, who had never been struck before, had tears in her eyes, evoking pity. But
the tears brimming in her eyes could not shake her resolute spirit.
Imprisoned in the ship's cabin, unaware of the passage of time. Danielle and Melissa endured relentless
training day and night. Each time they awoke, they were subjected to dog food or various humiliating forms of discipline. Enemas and forced
urination were commonplace. Melissa was tortured to the point of being emaciated. Danielle, though outwardly delicate, possessed a will far stronger than Melissa
's. She readily accepted each enema, and even when covered in excrement and urine, her beauty remained undiminished
. Often, Princess Danielle even willingly bathed in Melissa's golden waters.
The witch even forced them both to crawl on the ground and be led onto the deck, where they were forced to masturbate naked in front of hundreds of sailors
. Melissa, who resisted fiercely, yielded again and again under the brutal suppression of the whip, for the sake of her unborn child
. As for Princess Danielle, innocent and pure, she couldn't comprehend the humiliation in this.
She continued to worship God, remember her father in heaven, and care for her people.
During the first instance of forced oral sex, the witch finally found the first weakness in the princess's defenses.
The pirate king, who hadn't bathed for three days, was covered in sweat, his masculine odor overwhelming. Under the threat of whips and clubs, Melissa
used her mouth to loosen the pirate king's belt, pulling down his underwear to reveal his magnificent penis.
But Daniel said, "I won't lick it! It smells awful."
"Here, do you think you have the right not to lick?"
"Daniel will never lick it."
"Fine! Let's see if you can endure as much as Melissa." The witch gleefully took a thick leather whip from the wall.
Although Melissa had yielded, it was only because her hands were sore from the beating; she didn't believe the princess with her delicate skin
could withstand it.
Using a winch connected to the chains, the witch hoisted Daniel's beautiful, pristine body onto a triangular wooden horse.
The soft, hard wood pressed against Daniel's chest, causing her to furrow her brow.
"If you want me to stop, then kneel down and lick." The Pirate King strode to the triangular wooden horse and stood there, his penis
pointing high at the princess.
"Crack!"
A crisp crack of the whip rang out as the thick leather whip struck the princess's smooth, pink back. How
could her delicate skin withstand such torture? A foot-long lash was left on her smooth, white back, red and swollen.
"It hurts..." Daniel cried out in a pitiful voice, a sound that tugged at the heartstrings.
Two clear tears streamed down her pretty face.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" The witch, aroused by the beating, fiercely lashed the whip across Daniel's beautiful
body. Her slender waist, long, pink legs, back, even her tender breasts—the most precious private parts of a woman—
were not spared the whip.
After more than ten lashes, Daenerys was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, her eyes red from crying, her body covered in crisscrossing blue, purple, and
red welts. Where the welts intersected, blood seeped out, like beads of ruby.
"Lick it!"
"No...I won't..." Crying like a heartbreaking figure, the princess's resolute defenses remained
unshaken.
"Stop! You can't strike Her Highness's precious body. I'll lick it myself."
Melissa, who shared her suffering and supported her, felt more than just a subject to the princess; they were like sisters. How could she stand by and watch her suffer?
"It's none of your business, you wretched woman!" The witch, her expression excited, lashed Melissa's slightly protruding abdomen with her whip
, causing her to writhe on the ground in pain. Having no way to harm the princess, the witch seized this opportunity, determined to oppress
her until she submitted. She wanted to trample Daenerys's dignity into the ground.
"Melissa... is your stomach alright? The baby..." Amidst the rain of whips, Daniel
cried out in a defiant, sorrowful voice.
"I'm fine, thankfully." Melissa, sprawled on the ground, could only see Daniel's exquisitely sculpted body,
stained with eerie red, blue, and purple marks, making her even more radiant.
The Pirate King, watching Daniel writhe in pain, her brows furrowed, her body drenched in cold sweat, still maintained her serene
posture. The princess, writhing in agony, was truly pitiful.
Faced with Daniel's defiance, the witch lashed the whip even harder. The princess's cries echoed in the room.
"No..."
Clutching her abdomen with both hands, dragging her chains, Melissa rushed forward, her jade-like back meeting the whip, protecting the princess.
"Melissa, let me go! My child is more important!"
"I can't let the princess suffer."
Melissa clenched her teeth, biting her lip until it bled, as whips rained down on her back, tearing her skin.
"Truly a virtuous ruler and loyal subject! I'll let you two suffer together."
The witch laughed wildly as she continued to lash out with the whips, even though she herself was drenched in sweat.
"Stop! I'll lick it."
"Your Highness..."
"I can't let the child in your womb suffer with us. As a mother, Melissa must take care of her health.
If the mother is unwell, isn't that bad for the fetus?" A sorrowful, bitter smile bloomed on her holy face, bringing
tears to Melissa's eyes.
Daniel, shivering with pain, endured the pungent stench and lowered her noble body, taking
the dragon root of the pirate king, who had slept with countless women, into her mouth.
"Ah! That felt so good." The warm, melting sensation in her mouth was intoxicating. Though the princess's tongue technique was lacking, its smoothness
surpassed even silk. The ecstasy of her licking and circling the glans was worth every penny.
After enjoying Daenerys's service, the pirate king sprayed his semen onto her wounded body before
leaving with the witch.
That night, after their wounds were treated, a cool sensation emanated from them. Dressed almost naked, they nestled together.
"Princess Daenerys, I am utterly useless. Not only could I not avenge you, but I've also dragged you down to this state."
Melissa, her eyes brimming with tears, had lost her former cold beauty, replaced by a haggard appearance.
"Hold on, hope remains!"
Daenerys gently stroked Melissa's wounds with her jade-like fingers, embracing her with boundless tenderness. To be pregnant with
the child of the one you love should be one of the happiest things in the world. Danielle knew pregnant women were often sentimental, and she
should try her best to be understanding and caring.
"What will the future hold? It's utter darkness," Melissa said, her voice trembling with resentment. She didn't hate God,
she didn't hate Grimm, she only hated the cruel twist of fate.
"No, we are women. Even if our bodies are ravaged, as long as we don't lose hope and hold onto
a kind and loving heart, we remain chaste. It's not the court that judges, nor
the mouths of the world, but God in heaven. Don't let yourself die with regret."
"Princess..." Although she had already received treatment, Danielle, whose injuries were far more severe than Melissa's,
came to comfort her with a pained expression.
Naturally, the two, who depended on each other, kissed. Not out of coercion, but willingly committing
the sin of defying God. According to church rules, they should have had their throats slit, their internal organs removed, and been executed. But in
the midst of their passionate lovemaking, they only knew how to comfort each other, embarking on a fiery same-sex relationship.
After their lovemaking, many wounds reopened, blood seeping out. Danielle lovingly placed her hand on Melissa's
increasingly swollen belly.
"Melissa! My mother died in childbirth, a tragedy that haunted my father for life. Though I never met her,
I am forever grateful for her love. As a woman, childbirth should not be seen as suffering, but as a blessing from God.
I will help you no matter what, I will do everything I can to give your unborn child, Grimm's child, a happy future."
"Princess…I…I truly have no way to repay you." Melissa, moved to tears, was determined that
even if tomorrow brought endless despair, she would not allow her unborn child and the princess to suffer.
From then on, oral sex, enemas, exposure, forced urination, riding a triangular wooden horse, whipping, and candle wax dripping—a series of cruel tortures—continued
without interruption. Melissa and Danielle lost track of time, only able to count the days from the growth of Melissa's fetus.
Now, with Melissa's breasts fuller and her buttocks heavier, they had been imprisoned for nearly half a year
.
In these endless days of suffering, Melissa and Daniel faced a dramatic change.
"After almost half a year of training, it's time to enjoy them." The Pirate
King fastened leather collars around the princess and the knight commander's neck, then led them, bandaged and dressed in leather, onto the deck like dogs.
"Losing virginity is a capital offense. Miss Melissa, you'll certainly die when you return home. But the princess has
maintained her virginity. Today, I'll make you truly face despair." The witch's cold gaze seemed to pierce
their bodies.
"I know you two bitches are very close, secretly engaging in homosexuality."
Upon learning they had been spied on, Daniel and Melissa blushed instantly, deeply embarrassed.
"Your bodies can't function without men, but a sex slave isn't just about the body; the heart must also be..."
"Today I'll give you a test. The female dog, Daniel, must offer her virginity to my husband, the Pirate King
, and make him feel incredibly happy, shooting her noble semen into your cunt. The female dog, Melissa, will
have orgys with the soldiers; since you have experience, it will be a bit harder. You must make all ten of them ejaculate; once they ejaculate, I'll
cut off their heads. Whoever finishes first, I'll release them; the other one... well, he'll be used to feed the sharks."
As the witch finished speaking, ten wounded Chappell soldiers were brought onto the deck. Seeing the princess and the knight
commander's lewd behavior, the soldiers cursed the enemy's viciousness, wishing they could tear the pirates apart, but only
received beatings in return.
"To save their lives, you must hurry! Or perhaps you haven't reached the point of sacrificing yourselves to save others. If
that's the case, I'll switch the conditions. How about it?"
Daniel, now enlightened, barked excitedly with lewd intent. She crawled toward the pirate king, who sat swaggering
on his throne. She firmly believed that no matter how much her body was tortured, a bath would suffice. As long as her heart remained untainted,
a woman would remain pure.
In contrast, Melissa was in excruciating pain. If she allowed these captured soldiers to ejaculate, they would
be beheaded. If they didn't die, the princess would. The princess's life was more important than the soldiers', both personally and for the public good, but
how could she personally harm her own soldiers?
"Commander! Please save the princess. Our lowly lives are not worth our pity." Ten soldiers simultaneously knelt on one knee.
"I... how can I use your lives to exchange for the princess?" Melissa was overwhelmed with grief, her heart filled with turmoil
.
"It's alright! Death is a relief for us. We've had enough of that witch's experiments; she's not
human at all. Look..." The soldier raised his arm, startling Melissa. It wasn't a human hand, but
a beast's claw.
"Rather than live a life worse than death, let us exchange our worthless lives for the princess's!"
Section Five:
"Gentlemen! Please forgive Melissa for not only failing to lead you to victory but also falling to this state. Let's all
attack together! Don't pity me."
Tears welled in her eyes, her face was sorrowful, and her hair, blown by the sea breeze, swayed like willow branches. She wore
shiny black leather gloves and boots, her large breasts protruding from the holes in her leather coat, her deep red nipples
swaying seductively. A fake tail inserted into her anus swayed arousingly.
Stripped of their loyalty, these soldiers, who had survived the cruel magical experiments, had lost all
hope of escape and only sought a peaceful death. Now, before dying, they could share a final tender moment with their once-honorable knight commander, Melissa
. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears streamed from their eyes, their erections throbbing
high. Surrounded by the enemy, they pounced on Melissa Lumière, now a debased pregnant bitch in her early twenties
.
Her body bore numerous half-rotted and inflamed wounds; one or two of her limbs had been transplanted into animalistic forms.
The soldiers, their lust ignited, tore at her with their hands and bit her, quickly transforming her into a plump, white
sheep with a large belly.
Tears streamed down their faces as twenty hands simultaneously gripped her entire body. The lack of sunlight during her imprisonment had made her
skin eerily white and smooth; her two enormous breasts, too large to be grasped with one hand, required two hands to fit in.
Those who rubbed her buttocks and plucked the pubic hair inhaled the intoxicating scent of her body, like the sweet and sour aroma of cheese.
"To save the princess, we must hurry! Besides my private parts, we can also use my mouth and anus."
Melissa, moaning and groaning from the rubbing, willingly parted her legs, revealing her plump, fleshy buttocks. Her slender, jade-like
fingers pressed against her delicate, maiden-like anus. The pink anus contracted and writhed in tension, as if
beckoning them.
Prisoners usually had a hearty meal before execution. To be able to have sex with a voluptuous pregnant woman before death
was enough to make them die without regret.
The men spat on the knight commander, or even urinated on her as lubrication, making the once-respected
commander appear even more vulgar and despicable. Then they lifted Melissa, inserting two penises into her mouth and anus respectively, while the other, transformed into a beast
, covered in stiff hair, and nearly a foot long, thick cock, reached directly into the birthplace of countless heroes.
A wild and exhilarating roar echoed through the sky, mingled with the wanton and seductive moans of a woman.
Concerned for the life of the child in Melissa's womb, Princess Daniel reluctantly
resorted to the lewd techniques the witch had forcibly instilled in her during days of training. The pure and graceful Daniel sent out a passionate glance,
tearing off her bandages and blowing them towards the Pirate King. Her heart pounded, completely unaware of the effect.
The bandages, fragrant with the scent of a young girl, drifted like white petals on the wind. The golden branch and jade leaf of the Kingdom of Chappell
boldly performed a lewd dance before the Pirate King.
Occasionally, a look of lust crossed her face, yet the dance remained elegant and proper. The Pirate King could understand why
the King of Miller regarded Princess Daniel as his most precious treasure. Her fair, translucent skin, as white as jade
, was captivating with every gesture, like a celestial maiden descended from heaven. Her allure was so profound that one
couldn't bear to harm her. The pirate king, momentarily mesmerized, could only gaze upon Daniel's slender
, beautiful body from his chair. Her precious beauty, like a rainbow from heaven, was so captivating that he couldn't look away.
Meanwhile, Melissa was experiencing multiple orgasms, her flower-like opening swollen to bursting with the implanted beast penises of the soldiers.
The soldiers skillfully used their powerful arms and legs, thrusting and pounding, touching
every inch of her body and flower-like opening. The pregnant woman, held up to the waist by the soldiers, her cherry lips slightly parted, licking and playing with the humanoid beast-like penises.
She never imagined she would betray Grin and serve so many soldiers with her lips and tongue. But… what could she do against
the soldiers, nearly bruised and battered? Since death was inevitable, the only way to repay them was to let them experience
pleasure to the fullest before they died.
Her tongue teased and swirled around the glans, saliva coating the shaft, gleaming alluringly in the sunlight.
“Ah…” The soldiers, long deprived of a woman's touch, cried out in blissful pleasure, their semen gushing
forth, powerfully shooting through the air and splashing onto Melissa's firm breasts.
“Bang bang bang!” A burst of gunfire erupted as the pirates fired muskets, killing the soldiers who had ejaculated. Giving her all.
The soldier, with a satisfied smile, collapsed.
"No..." Melissa howled in agony, her voice heart-wrenching.
Not only did her limbs writhe and thrash, but her genitals writhed, the soft, sticky membranes squeezing out the semen from the beast's penis
. The soldier, transformed into a half-human, half-beast, roared and howled. He thrust and pounded, penetrating the deepest part of her body, releasing his
pent-up essence.
"Oh oh oh oh...so good!"
As he finished speaking, a long halberd swung behind him, decapitating the soldier, blood splattering onto the deck.
Hundreds of enemies surrounded them. Unarmed, the soldiers, shackled, had no power to resist. At the same time
, the soldier penetrating her anus was killed after releasing his semen. Three shots in quick succession, three lives were lost.
In that instant, witnessing the splattering blood and semen, Melissa first cried, then let out
a maniacal laugh like a demon. She felt her faith and spirit crumble; why hadn't God intervened to save them?
She felt utterly despicable, the most vile mother in the world, pregnant yet engaging in such promiscuous acts with men. "Green, I'm sorry
, but I must offer my body to these dying souls." "What I regret most is the pleasure I feel;
my mouth, my vagina, my anus are filled with penises, men clinging to my body like moths to a flame. They are so
magnificent, they make my heart pound. "
Licking the semen mixed with blood, Melissa thrust her large belly forward, straddling the men and swaying wildly,
enjoying the soldiers' final baptism of semen. Even after the last soldier ejaculated and died
under the pirates' spears, feeling deeply guilty, she couldn't stop thrusting her hips high and
low on her master's dead penis, enjoying unparalleled pleasure.
Melissa's body, after experiencing such a relentless, steel-hard assault of flesh, could no longer
live without men.
During the synchronized activity, Daenerys pulled a penis from the Pirate King's pants, carefully licking it before
parting her red lips and taking it into her mouth.
"Hoo..." the Pirate King groaned softly. As expected of a princess, even her oral cavity was far superior to ordinary people. Her tongue was wet,
slippery, and elastic, pressing against the tender flesh, making him unsteady on his feet.
With a loud shout, the Pirate King took the initiative, his eyes flashing with the aura of a conqueror of the seven seas. His hands moved like the wind
, shifting to the ground, and he swiftly placed Princess Daenerys on a chair. With a thrust, his penis plunged into the untouched
flesh of her flower stem.
"It hurts... ahhh... ooh..." the princess's mournful cries almost made the Pirate King stop
. However, the princess's body was too alluring; its tightness didn't feel like penetration. It was as if he had forcefully entered a
breathtakingly tender mass of flesh, his penis piercing through countless barriers, penetrating the proof of virginity, reaching the very end of her flower-like opening, pressing
against the cervix.
"It hurts so much… Father, Father… Daenerys is in so much pain…" Her sobs were like a child's, her face
like a compassionate angel, yet her flower-like opening was that of a seductive witch. Conquering Daenerys, whose heart was as pure as paper,
further fueled the pirate king's ambition.
After a brief pause, the pirate king thrust forward with fierce power, penetrating dozens of times in an instant, using the virgin's blood
as lubricant to defile her pure master.
"Ah!" The princess, her lower body being thrust left and right by the penis, saw the soldiers surrounding Melissa being beheaded after ejaculating
. The jets of blood spraying into the air shocked the princess's fragile heart.
Father, what did Daenerys do wrong?! You are about to die with me, the army is defeated, the fate of the nation is uncertain,
Melissa has suffered great humiliation, and she is being ravaged by the Pirate King's hot and hard penis. It hurts so much! Father.
"God will not forgive you, daring to treat me and the Kingdom of Chabel like this." A glare in her eyes, filled with
resentment, even made the wicked Pirate King momentarily lose his temper.
"Is this what I did to you?" As he answered, the Pirate King thrust his penis into her vulva, which was now ecstatically
pounding into her.
"Ugh...ah...it hurts...ahhh..." Her pearly teeth clenched tightly around her tender cherry lips, and Dani'er
's brows furrowed.
"So what if I'm raping a princess right now? Will God punish me? What
divine retribution did I suffer when I killed your father? Raping a woman of faith is really quite exhilarating. You're human, I'm human, when has God ever
interfered in this world? If there's any interference, it's handing you over to me. Hate God if you want! As for you,
a princess who's waited on hand and foot, I'll teach you how to become a sex slave, how to pursue lewd
pleasures and make a living by selling your body. A sex slave is like a privately owned prostitute, even more
degrading than a prostitute, because a prostitute has no choice in whether to sell or not, but a sex slave has no choice." The Pirate King also believed in God, but
he believed that God created the world to amuse and toy with humanity through endless wars, poverty, plagues, and natural disasters
, for His amusement and entertainment in heaven. The Pirate King was such a
demon, more rebellious than even atheists.
The insult to her faith couldn't shake the strong-willed princess, but the pirate king's words—that God had entrusted her to him
—actually drove a giant nail of doubt into the walls of Daniel's heart. Even though she knew a prostitute
referred to a woman of low status, she didn't understand what selling one's body meant. But these words, though seemingly harsh, had already filled the weeping
princess with disbelief and wavering.
The princess was exceptionally beautiful; after months of training, her vagina had secreted a sweet fluid, mixed with virgin blood and
the pirate king's semen, allowing his thick penis to move freely. However, for Daniel, a woman of noble birth
, her first sexual experience was with such a magnificent object—how could her tender vagina possibly withstand it?
The pirate king listened to Daniel's cries, which gradually shifted from bitter sorrow to soft moans of pleasure. Her
ten slender fingers, resting on the chair, never having experienced any hardship, sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes stretched out
.
After a smug chuckle, the Pirate King lifted the princess's legs, spread them wide, and thrust his penis straight to
the very end of her being.
"Ahhh...uh...ya..." The ecstatic moans gradually overwhelmed the pain.
"Starting to climax, Your Highness, hmph hmph hmph." Next, the Pirate King unleashed his full array of bedroom techniques, his hands...
Mouth, tongue, fingers, and rod were all used, bringing Daenerys a tempestuous pleasure. The penis swirled and churned, galloping wildly
.
"Ah..." Princess Daenerys, weeping pitifully, felt the initial pleasure of a small stream surge
into the magnitude of a raging torrent. A warm sensation rose from her lower abdomen and spread throughout her body, her mind a blank. Then
something gushed out from her body. Suddenly, her wounded soul was overwhelmed by the surging sensual stimulation, and Daenerys
experienced her first orgasm since birth. As
the princess climaxed, the tender flesh of her lower body surged like a thousand waves, causing the Pirate King to lose control and
ejaculate all his life essence into the princess's body.
"Hoo! Which side is faster?"
The witch looked at the princess limp beneath the Pirate King and Melissa riding on the corpse, ravaging, and couldn't
tell the difference.
"I shot first!" Both Daniel and Melissa, concerned for each other's lives more than their own, exclaimed in unison.
Their voices, one clear and beautiful, the other lascivious, were filled with anxiety and worry.
"Alas! What a lewd princess and knight commander! Hahaha..."
Under the witch's mocking laughter, Daniel felt her enemy. But the princess, whose mind was devoid of the word "lewd,"
remained oblivious. Melissa, to the point of wanting to die but not live, continued the painful contractions of her genitals. Under such
torment, without the intoxicating pleasure that was like a drug, how could she endure?
"Let's call it a draw this time! There's no such thing as too many lewd slaves."
The innocent Princess Daniel was gradually changing under her training. But before entering the cabin, Melissa looked back
at the pirates pushing the corpses of Chappell's soldiers into the sea. Two voices echoed within her: one was her former
self, repenting for the dead. Another new feeling was that of a completely new self, excitedly reminiscing about the ten hard penises she had just experienced
, several of which remained erect even after their master's death. Day after day, Melissa knew that she had
gradually transformed from a devout knight-errant who believed in God and was loyal to her lord into a lewd
beast who loved the penetration of penises more than anything else.
Back in her cell, Melissa remained silent, wondering what she could do to stop her own transformation and depravity.
But not only could she not think of any way, even the desire to think about it was dwindling.
Were these four wooden walls the place where she would spend the rest of her life? The thought of it had once kept her awake at night,
waking her from nightmares. Now, however, she had grown accustomed to the room filled with the strong smell of her own and Princess Daniel's
sweat and urine.
"Melissa! Don't lose heart. Don't forget that hope still exists among men." The gauze on her body was still stained with her virginity
and the fluids of their intercourse. Even in this place of suffering, Princess Daenerys's face still radiated a
smile no less beautiful than in her palace days, a smile all the more precious in this prison cell. She knew there was no hope, but
… but why did seeing that smile feel like stepping back in time? Like when she was wholeheartedly loyal to the King, and Grin was
silently supporting her. If only she could go back to the past.
"Don't despair. We can't let the unborn baby be born in this hell. I will protect Melissa.
Give birth to the child first, then we'll find a way to restore your mother-daughter relationship." Raising the iron chain in her hand, Daenerys
struck the triangular wooden horse with all her might.
"Clang…" The shattered iron chains reflected light like rays of hope, illuminating the despairing prison cell.
"Impossible!" Melissa exclaimed in disbelief.
"Nothing is impossible in this world. Let's get out of here." Daenerys, light as a feather, leaped gracefully and
took the key from the ceiling. It was placed there by the witch to mock them. Bound by chains,
the two women had tried countless times before, always just a hair's breadth away from obtaining the key, but now it was in Princess Daenerys's
hands.
"Princess, how did you do it?" Melissa sobbed, moved to tears. Although the princess's chains
were three times her size, and her body hadn't been drugged, the frail Daenerys shattered
them with a single blow.
"Where there's a will, there's a way. I used a fairy tale my father told me,
how a captive king escaped from rebels and restored his kingdom. For half a year, I used urine, sweat, and soup to corrode the chains, waiting for this
day. Let's go! Let's reclaim the hope that was taken from us."
"My body has become so defiled, committing so many acts of betrayal against God, do I still have the right to go out?"
Melissa cried, tears streaming down her face, her voice filled with heart-wrenching sorrow.
"As long as your heart remains untainted, no matter what your body is like, you will still be the beautiful and aloof commander of the knights. Don't
betray the trust your father placed in you, the love Grin has for you, the hope of the baby in your womb, and me!" Her emerald
eyes held emotions that transcended those of a ruler and his subjects, or even comrades. Six months of imprisonment had forged a bond stronger than that of blood sisters.
"Ugh! Let's escape together, no matter how difficult it may be. We must wipe out these pirates and save
the millions of lives in the Kingdom of Shabel."
Melissa, eight months pregnant, was still far more agile than before. She led the way smoothly
up to the deck, thanks in large part to the pirates' overconfidence. The original eight-man surveillance system
had been disbanded after six months, and now no one was monitoring them anymore.
This was the first time she had stepped onto the deck not to be humiliated, but to feel the cool night breeze. The sky
was clouded and moonless, and even the stars were barely visible. Princess Daenerys, though naive and innocent,
pulled herself back from the path of becoming a slave through sheer perseverance, resourcefulness, and an unwavering will to live.
They launched a small boat with emergency food and water, and the princess and knight, dressed in embarrassing bandages and leather
, escaped the pirate ship under the cover of night, sailing towards an unknown destination to prepare for their revenge
.
After an unexpectedly successful escape, a nervously sweating Princess Daenerys fell asleep on Melissa
's lap. Gently stroking the princess's hair, Melissa embraced her, overflowing with gratitude. Melissa
placed her soft hand on her round belly, feeling the baby's pulse. Tears welled in Melissa's eyes as she repented for the six months she had spent doubting God
and indulging in debauchery.
"Baby, Princess Daniel, even if I'm shattered to pieces, I'll protect you to the very end."
Melissa opened the lid of the box tied around her neck, her tearful eyes gazing at Grimm's portrait as she made this promise.
Just after the small boat sailed away, lights suddenly illuminated the pirate king's flagship.
Chapter Six
: At midnight, amidst wine and fine food, the pirate king and the witch dined by candlelight. The lighting was neither too bright nor too dim,
creating a space between reality and illusion. The witch, with a wisp of golden hair, wore an
evening gown that subtly revealed her ample bosom, a perfect balance between conservative and revealing. She was exceptionally beautiful, like a dreamlike
beauty. Most surprisingly, she lacked her usual demonic aura, and a faint sadness lingered on her face.
"What an unexpected princess!" the witch said, raising her glass to the pirate king in a toast.
"She was able to escape only because you love playing cat and mouse." Looking at the blood-red wine,
a reflection of his and the witch's lives, the Pirate King, after a moment of reflection, downed his drink in one gulp. The witch, however, only took a small sip
, savoring it carefully.
"Growing up in that kind of environment, and possessing that kind of mindset and unwavering endurance. If it weren't for me, she really would have escaped
." "
Sadness after a feast? My demonic daughter. You always feel this way after disciplining the church's followers."
"Sadness..."
"God used His followers to toy with my life, and now I treat His followers like God. It's not so much sadness
as lamenting the fickleness of fate."
"Are you tired of it?"
"What a joke! So-called deep-seated hatred, my heart holds a vast ocean of hatred." As her words suggested,
her sapphire-like eyes radiated a chilling hatred.
"When will this cycle of revenge end? You seek revenge against the church, but won't that little princess also seek revenge against you?"
"Can you really let go of your hatred?"
"No! Who says the opposite of love is hate?"
"No, the opposite of love is the absence of love. Hatred should be seen as another form of love."
What will become of the princess and the knight commander? The dice of fate have been rolled, but the result may not be
as expected. The pirate king, deeply moved, poured his wine onto the witch's bouncy breasts; drinking from the cup
was less appealing than licking the wine off her body.
Thanks to Melissa's knowledge of astronomy, navigation, and water currents, Daniel and Melissa miraculously returned to
Chappell's country. The country, only half a year away, had changed so drastically that it felt like a different world to them.
Goods were scarce in the market, and prices had skyrocketed tenfold. Grain shop owners, in particular, were always on guard, sticks in
hand, watching out for the penniless starving people. The people's clothes were all worn for more than half a year.
Even more ashen than their gray garments were the faces of the people. The once vibrant, cheerful colors had been replaced by
despondency and dejection.
Since Danielle and Melissa's lone battle against the pirates, Chappell had been under blockade for six months. Helpless to save
itself, Chappell faced neighboring colonies in similar circumstances. Even though the Church and other
nations of the same faith had formed an alliance, they were too far away to offer any real help. Domestically, following Danielle's disappearance,
the Earl of Carson and the Archbishop of Languedoc were locked in a power struggle, further plundering the people's resources
.
The small, sparsely populated Chappell, once content with its modest life, had fallen to this state, causing Danielle immense heartache. Seeing
her father's beloved country reduced to such a state, her spirits plummeted to the lowest depths.
"Your Highness! I am currently unwell, but this situation cannot continue."
Melissa gently took the princess's hand, offering an encouraging smile.
"Melissa, I can't hold on much longer. I know nothing about governing, Chappelle now!" Danie'er
was heartbroken for the country, yet she felt utterly powerless in this regard.
"Although it's inconvenient for you to appear in person, Melissa can still offer the princess a few suggestions."
To counter the Pirate King, at the very least, the political strife must be quelled, and the Earl and the Archbishop must be brought together to manage state affairs. Melissa, nearing
her due date, was hiding in an inn, offering advice to the princess. Because of the princess's high popularity, Melissa
persuaded her to contact the few remaining troops in the country, gather public support, and unite with the weaker
Archbishop of Langdon, forcing Earl Carson, who coveted the throne, to abandon his ambitions.
Faced with Danie'er's unexpected return, Earl Carson was utterly at a loss. He initially intended to suppress the pirates by force,
but the entire army, including newly recruited soldiers, numbered only five thousand. Coupled with the people's yearning for the princess, he was ultimately forced to revert to
his role as a subject, concealing his ambition to become emperor.
Danielle had finally regained control of the country, but the situation was far from optimistic. Forced by circumstances, she considered adopting
Melissa's strategy of "revenge is never too late," temporarily submitting to the pirates. However, she was met with
a high-profile rebuttal from the Bishop of Languedoc: "We are faithful believers of God and must never surrender to heretical pirates. Otherwise, how can we face
our fallen soldiers, our king, and God!"
Faced with the Church's dogmatism, Danielle could not negotiate with the pirates. If war was to be waged, the army could
be re-conscripted, and the treasury still had funds, but the country's food supplies were scarce; starving soldiers were hardly courageous. Worse still, under blockade,
Chappell had no opportunity to fight.
Days passed in Danielle's daily worries about the state of affairs, until one day she secretly visited Melissa incognito
.
Escorted by palace guards, the five-person group entered the inn. Upon reaching the entrance, they were met with
a forest of gleaming swords. Before them stood the Archbishop of Languedoc, Count Carson, and his private soldiers, directly under the Church's command. In the
center stood Melissa, completely naked, her mouth stained with blood, babbling incoherently. Her belly was larger and rounder,
indicating imminent childbirth; her eyes brimmed with tears, her mind solely focused on the princess.
"What are you doing? Release Melissa!"
Unmoved by the enraged Daniel, the Archbishop of Languedoc answered in a harsh tone, as if interrogating a prisoner
: "This woman has been involved with pirates, committing countless sins against God, and is the greatest
traitor to the nation. Fortunately, by God's mercy, and through the priests' persistent interrogation, we have successfully obtained crucial confessions."
" Excuse my disrespect, but according to the testimony, Your Highness is no longer a virgin. To seek the truth, Your Highness, please come to the room
so that the nun can verify this."
Melissa's lips parted slightly, revealing a pool of blood inside, but nothing there. Her once pearly teeth had been brutally
plucked out. Suddenly, the princess trembled as if struck by lightning. This was too much! These inhuman creatures!
Just imagining her desperate cries during the execution, Danielle felt it all too well.
Melissa's eyes were filled with pleas for forgiveness and a sincere apology. She could endure
the torture of having her teeth pulled out, but as a mother, she could not succumb to the archbishop's threat to cut open her belly and remove the baby
. Although not yet born, the occasional kick in her belly already indicated a complete life.
"Are you...are you even human?" Suppressing the exhaustion of days spent tending to the state, Daenerys was heartbroken by
the mistreatment of her comrade Melissa. She flew into a rage, accusing the two beasts before her.
When her father passed away, the princess's grief overwhelmed her hatred. But compared to the pirate king
and the witch, who had been her enemies from the start, the pure-hearted Daenerys could not accept this betrayal and cruelty from her comrades.
"For the sake of Her Highness's innocence, please forgive the nuns' rudeness." The Archbishop of Langdondock's attitude
remained unchanged for years, like a spokesperson for God. The cunning Earl Carson
sneered behind him. At the Archbishop's signal, several nuns in black robes approached.
The cunning of humanity and the fickleness of politics were beyond the capabilities of the pure-hearted Daenerys.
Count Carson exploited the Archbishop of Languedoc's weakness—his unwavering faith and his
madness to turn the entire country to ashes rather than surrender. Through his suspicion of the princess's willingness to negotiate peace, he gained an ally with whom he shared mutual interests. Moreover,
he valued church rules more than gold and life itself, and he wouldn't let Melissa's illegitimate child and the princess's
loss of virginity go unpunished. The Archbishop of Languedoc, already extremely strict, showed zero tolerance for the mistakes of the powerful.
This was to ensure that ordinary people understood the equality of the Church, and that no one could violate church rules.
Although he also wanted peace, Count Carson could only mock the princess's shallowness. Discussion with the Archbishop of Languedoc
was useless; he could only prepare to stab him in the back.
The hope brought by the princess thus turned into despair, descending upon the entire city of Chabel.
The general reaction of the people to a prisoner's loss of virginity was naturally one of cold indifference, contempt, and disgust. Because the loss of virginity itself represented the Church and
believers' defeat of the infidels. Compared to the Church's accusations, Earl Carson's charges were far more serious. The indictment
not only denied that Princess Danielle and Melissa were victims, but also claimed they had sided with the pirates to
subjugate the rebellion of Chappell from within.
To those who respected Danielle and Melissa and harbored doubts, Earl Carson eloquently retorted
: "If not forced, why didn't Melissa have an abortion? Why would Danielle protect Melissa? More importantly
, why didn't she bite her tongue and commit suicide while being raped?" Naturally, no one in the entire kingdom believed that Melissa's
claim of a miscarriage of justice was Green's defense.
In the religious court, Melissa, with not a single tooth left, had already resolved to die, only requesting that
her execution be postponed until after giving birth to her child, and that she could also plead for the princess's innocence. However, under the fair presiding of the Archbishop of Languedoc
, Melissa, forbidden from using dentures, shed bitter tears,
unable to utter a complete sentence.
For Daenerys, being in the enemy's prison was far happier than being in the prison of her comrades.
Here, though there were no whips or clubs, there were far more vicious words and prejudices as weapons. The judges and referees were all
clergy of the Church, and the witnesses appearing in court were all chosen by the Archbishop of Languedoc. This was not a
court to prove their guilt or innocence, but a court to proclaim the power and authority of the Church, to ensure that no one
dared to question the Church as God's representative.
Daenerys's defense of the treason and collusion with pirates, as accused by Count Carson, was nothing but
a fabrication. The innocent were innocent, the guilty were guilty; what the court proved was merely a man-made "truth." Instead
, it was the Archbishop of Languedoc's infidelity that was the object of her defense. As a frail woman, facing a sharp-tongued prosecutor,
the delicate Danielle fearlessly stood up to defend herself.
Reflecting the justice and ruthlessness of the Church and God, the Inquisition was empty except for tables, chairs, and
stark white walls. Dressed in grey prison clothes, Danielle, though her youthful radiance and vibrancy had faded, still possessed an elegant and
beautiful appearance that could not be concealed by ordinary prison attire.
Beneath her narrow shoulders and slender waist lay not only a delicate female body, but also a princess's
sincere, frank, and fearless heart.
"Melissa's unborn child is with Commander Grinmont. They were merely
fathering a child before their wedding because of love; what crime have they committed? As for adultery, Danielle remains innocent. I love and
believe in God, and am the good daughter of His Majesty Emperor Miller in heaven. My faith remains unchanged, and my
love for the country and its people is as strong as ever. My heart remains pure; how can I be considered unchaste? If anyone is guilty, it is the treacherous
Earl Carson and the Church, led by the Archbishop of Languedoc, who act in the name of God." After her powerful
rebuttal, she raised her hand, pointing it directly at the cold-faced, ruthless Languedoc.
Danielle's bearing was no less impressive than Melissa's on the battlefield, only her weapon
had changed from swords to words.
She had always faced the harsh faces, relentless bombardment, and repeated accusations of her judges in the Inquisition. The prisoners
could only repeatedly proclaim their innocence, or shift the blame onto others. Someone like Danielle
, denying guilt and claiming that being raped was a loss of virginity, emphasizing that a pure mind equates to a pure body, was truly
unprecedented.
Many in the audience still sided with the princess, especially the palace ladies. But this argument was too innovative;
for them, physical humiliation was spiritual humiliation. The only way for a woman to save her soul was to bite her tongue and commit suicide.
Section Seven
: Amidst the surging clamor of the listeners, the Archdiocese of Languedoc rose to his feet and declared decisively:
"God's sentence for Daniel, Chappell, and Melissa Lumière is...burning at the stake!" Power once again proved
how utterly powerless the concept of justice was.
After the verdict, Melissa repeatedly pleaded that the execution be postponed until after she gave birth, but only received a cold laugh from the jailer.
"Your Highness, it was Melissa who ruined you!" Melissa, her face still wet with tears,
apologized with deep emotion. Her face was deathly pale, as fragile as a glass doll.
Daniel hesitated for a moment, unable to speak. What could she say in this state? A trial by God? Then why
a trial that would last until death? If it was God's mistake, allowing the devil to win a small victory, then God was all-knowing and all-powerful.
Her gaze fell on Melissa's round belly, thinking of the unborn life, why must it
die with them?
Daniel's faith wavered more than ever before.
Father! "Danielle is dying, save me!" After a moment of heartfelt lament, Danielle grasped Melissa's
soft hand and said, "God offered His only Son for the sake of humanity. Many saints faced persecution from heretics
without fear until their martyrdom. Perhaps God's decision to let us die was to shorten our suffering on earth."
"Princess Danielle…I…I…I just can't bear to part with this child." Melissa, heartbroken,
touched her lower abdomen; she could feel the fetus's pulse, growing stronger each day. Only a few days left!
Why couldn't she wait until she gave birth? God! Are you punishing me for my adultery on the pirate ship? But the child
is innocent!
"Squeak…" The heavy wooden door was pushed open, and fully armored church guards entered the cell. Danielle
and Melissa were about to face their final moments.
Surrounded by over a hundred guards, Daenerys and Melissa were led from their cell into the street.
The crowd erupted in a frenzy, fueled by both hatred and sympathy, rushing forward to catch a glimpse of the princess and the knight commander
's first public appearance since their imprisonment.
When church soldiers approached to remove Melissa's prison clothes, she fiercely resisted. Though handcuffed and shackled
, the knight commander's martial skills remained undiminished. To protect her last shred of human dignity, she fought back against the overwhelming odds
.
Knowing it was futile, and filled with hatred for these unreasonable men, Daenerys, watching Melissa being pushed aside by the soldiers,
fiercely shouted at the approaching troops, "Stop! How dare you be so disrespectful to me!"
In that instant, the innate elegance of a noblewoman, revealed beneath her filthy, tattered prison clothes, prevented the vulgar soldiers
from assaulting the princess.
With lewd grins, the soldiers tore open Melissa's clothes, taking advantage of their position to grope the pregnant woman to their heart's content.
They drove the naked Melissa, her large breasts firm, her buttocks high and round, her body flushed a lustful red with shame,
towards the center of the street.
Once renowned for her cold beauty, Melissa now fearfully avoided the hundreds of eyes lining the road.
The stigma of being pregnant out of wedlock felt like real chains, binding and condemning her soul. She placed her slender hands
on her round belly, trying to conceal it. More shameful than her deep red nipples or the brown-fuzzy mound of her genitals, this large belly
filled her with humiliation.
The sympathetic crowd could only watch them head to the execution ground with sorrowful eyes. No one dared defy
the power of the Church.
Believing the words of Earl Carson and the Archbishop of Languedoc, blaming the nation's suffering on Danielle and Melissa
, the crowd above these two weak women uttered words of ridicule and insult.
"Not even married yet, look at that big belly."
"Truly the offspring of pirates, and dares to call herself Commander Grin's son."
"Such a lewd body, how many times do you think they do it with pirates every day!"
As these obscene and shameful words were hurled at them, Melissa lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes, when a clear,
sharp shout rang out, silencing all the clamor.
"I can take off my clothes myself."
Because she didn't know martial arts, Daenerys wasn't in shackles. Her beautiful face radiated a holy light as she
threw the humiliation the church had inflicted on her, along with her prison clothes, to the ground. Smooth, white, and shapely, like Venus
descended to earth, Daenerys's innate beauty silenced all the people. Her
naked body, more beautiful than any angel in a church mural, exuded a pure and holy aura that could cleanse the filth from people's hearts.
Even though Daniel silently endured the fact that she had been raped by the Pirate King, her breathtakingly beautiful
body made it unimaginable that anyone could defile her.
As the two were escorted through the streets to the execution ground by soldiers armed with guns and swords, people along the way
threw tomatoes, eggs, and even stones at Melissa. The vulgar insults and contemptuous glances
pierced Melissa's body like a thousand arrows. Her shameful pregnant belly was exposed to the light of day. Every step Melissa
took felt like a thousand pounds. Such humiliation was worse than death, but to die, she had to walk to the execution ground.
Under the King's careful tutelage, Daniel was protected from the ugliness of humanity. She had no
concept of nudity being shameful; her body, a masterpiece of God, contained nothing disrespectful. Unlike
Melissa, who concealed her true self and incited crime, she not only accepted the gazes of the crowd with composure but also glared back at those filthy and malicious
eyes.
Under her clear, emerald-green gaze, people hesitated to throw stones,
unable to utter the curses they harbored.
Kindness is often taken advantage of, and good horses are often ridden. Danielle and Melissa were innocent; the guilty ones were
the silent majority who knew their innocence but dared not help. And then there were those who blamed the disaster on innocent women, even
those with lustful thoughts in their minds.
The seemingly endless march finally ended, during which Danielle repeatedly stepped forward to protect Melissa,
suppressing the commotion of the crowd with her gaze. Reaching the cross piled with firewood, Melissa was covered in crimson—
the tomatoes thrown at her body and the blood seeping from the stones she had been struck. Thinking of the agony of being burned alive,
Melissa, her face as white as paper, felt her legs go weak. The elegant and refined Princess Daenerys surveyed
the crowd with a stern gaze, as if she were the judge and the people the prisoners. Although the princess's strength largely stemmed from...
This stemmed from a different upbringing than Melissa's. Danielle's exposure to burning at the stake came from fairy tales told by her father, while
Melissa had witnessed countless instances firsthand.
"What are the condemned's last words?" the Archbishop of Languedoc, seated next to Earl Carson,
asked from the viewing platform.
"Let me give birth before the execution!" Melissa pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
If pleading had been effective, Danielle would have done the same to save her child. But she was not Melissa
; as a mother, knowing it was futile, she would still strive to the very end.
Taking a deep breath, Danielle, her breasts heaving alluringly, said, "Today you may use the name of God
to judge us. But God will not relinquish His right to judge you."
With the spirit of a saint's martyrdom, Princess Danielle had persevered to this point; for a frail woman to possess such a demeanor was
not only due to the King's upbringing, which instilled in her a purity of humanity, but also to her father's loving
support.
"Place them on the cross! Light the fire!"
At the command, Daenerys and Melissa were bound to the cross. Then, as the torch was thrown, flames
engulfed Daenerys and Melissa. "
Father, I'll see you soon. Grin, I couldn't even protect your child, forgive me."
The two women uttered their final words in their hearts, but sadly, this was not liberation.
The execution by fire today was a roasting method comparable to directly burning the prisoner's body. The fire and smoke were carefully calculated, not
to let the thick smoke kill them, but to use heat to slowly roast them over an hour.
The scorching air made Daenerys's mournful cries echo through the sky, heartbreaking to hear. Melissa struggled
desperately, even though the ropes were so tight that her skin was torn, she could not give up on saving the baby in her womb.
"They lit it after all!"
"Why do I always lose the bet?"
Loud voices of men and women echoed through the execution square. When tens of thousands of people looked up, they saw
the Pirate King on the rooftop throwing a bottle of red wine—the stakes—to the witch.
"What a blood-red wine! According to Eastern custom, I will use real blood to mourn
the 'witches' who were executed in this square in the past!"
As the heavenly voice rang out and the wine bottle was thrown to the ground, scattering everywhere, a hellish scene of carnage began.
Thousands of pirates who had secretly infiltrated the Chappell Imperial City launched their attack simultaneously, coordinating with the main fleet that was landing. Today's
force was the witch's own army, devoid of any mercy.
The unarmed civilians and the defeated Chappell army were naturally no match for the ferocious
pirates. The crowd scrambled to escape, trampling each other, as the pirates, wielding their butcher knives, chased after them. Regardless of gender, all
were killed without mercy.
The once arrogant Archbishop of Langdon and Count Carson became
sacrifices to the Pirate King's demonic blade. However, unlike King Miller and Commander Grin, they fell in the opposite direction. They were
killed while fleeing the Pirate King.
A powerful palm strike extinguished the firewood, and the Pirate King's demonic blade slashed through the air, the shockwave clearing a
path for him and the witch, leading directly to Daenerys and Melissa, who had been released as rats.
"So red from the smoke! How pitiful!" The witch feigned sympathy, her delicate hands touching Daenerys
's naked body. Her reddened body and sorrowful face made men want to
comfort her with their genitals.
"Ugh...ugh...ahhh..." Melissa, who had narrowly escaped death in despair, wept tears of joy that
fell to the ground.
"It's alright now." The Pirate King tenderly stroked her large belly.
The sight of the pregnant woman bound to a cross and being burned at the stake ignited his primal male desires.
Even if she were banished to an endless hell of depravity, Melissa would agree without hesitation if she could give birth to a son. She was sincerely
grateful to the Pirate King for saving her life, and she would repay him even if she had to be a pig or a dog.
"Since I saved you, you should repay me!"
Gazing at her snow-white, smooth breasts and the alluring, deep red nipples, the Pirate King used
his strong arms to pull the cross upside down and shove it back into the ground, placing Melissa headfirst in front of him.
"I heard she had all her teeth pulled out! How pitiful." He parted Melissa's red lips and pulled out a set of dentures from her mouth
. Seeing that his subordinates had the situation under control and the victory was assured, the Pirate King relaxed and took off his pants to enjoy
the services of his sex slave.
The erect, firm penis slid into the toothless mouth. Instantly, he felt an unparalleled wetness and warmth, a sensation so
pleasurable it felt like walking on clouds. Any man, when performing oral sex, must be mindful of the woman's teeth, always having some reservations.
But the Pirate King could move it freely up, down, left, and right; that unrestrained pleasure, combined with
the delicate tongue and fleshy walls of the penis inside, gave him an unprecedented sense of conquest.
"So good, so incredibly good! No wonder the sex manuals record that the oral sex of a toothless old woman is the best in the world." But
how could the old woman's face be appetizing? Besides, there was insufficient saliva, and her tongue and fleshy walls were inferior to those of a young girl. In
comparison, wasn't the oral sex of this toothless beauty a divine treasure?
Melissa's red lips held the Pirate King's penis, forming a warm, smooth ring. Inside, her tongue teased and entwined
the glans, the swirling motion of her tongue reaching an indescribable level of exquisite pleasure. Coupled with the pleading look in her beautiful eyes due to shortness of breath,
the fragrance of her body emanating from the secret flower, and the intoxicating moans and groans, it was truly
a blissful experience for all five senses: taste, smell, touch, sight, and hearing.
"Ah!" The pirate king, his lower body surging with heat, reached his peak and ejaculated into Melissa's mouth.
The witch leaped onto the cross and sat down, stepping on Daniel's high and beautiful breasts with her heels, those
exquisite nipples that men couldn't take their eyes off.
"Today is the day of the fall of the kingdom of Chappell. Please watch until the very end, Your Highness."
Ignoring Melissa's lewd cries under the pirate king's rod, Daniel, having reached her limit, watched thousands of her
people die before her eyes, and truly collapsed.
Chapter Eight
"Stop!" A loud cry of despair echoed in the square, instantly replaced by screams, howls, and pleas for mercy.
Engulfed by flames.
Daenerys looked around; the distant docks were ablaze, plumes of smoke rising like countless black dragons from the earth
. Countless men, women, and children lay dead before her, victims of the pirates' blades. Blood splattered everywhere—an old man with a cane,
a pregnant woman, an infant in someone's arms.
"They are innocent! You cannot be so cruel!" the princess cried out hoarsely.
"Your Highness is truly benevolent and righteous, almost becoming a braised beauty herself. And you even pleaded for the perpetrators,
hahahaha…" the witch laughed triumphantly, covering her mouth.
Daenerys hadn't blamed the powerless populace for her sentence; even those who
cheered and supported Archbishop Langdonk were convinced the people had been misled. Even in death, she hadn't strayed from the
path of God. But now, witnessing the destruction of Chappell and the deaths of millions, the path she had always believed in and that supported her
had finally crumbled.
If God is omnipotent, why doesn't He stop the endless tragedies?
What has become of her, the princess who desperately wanted to save the country her father loved? A princess of a fallen kingdom, she has no pillar of support left. Her life's purpose
, everything she wanted to protect, has been shattered. The most tragic thing is that the wicked pirate king and the witch, so evil as to be like a sorceress
, actually saved her life. It would have been
better to die on the cross. The worldview that Daniel believed in—good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds punished, a black-and-white worldview—has been twisted beyond recognition.
While the princess's heart sank, the pirate king was happily raping the knight commander. After the oral sex, he mustered his divine
power and twisted Melissa's cross upside down, tearing the ropes binding her ankles.
"Oh! So wet." The pirate king noticed Melissa's brown peach garden between her legs, glistening with
love fluid like spring dew, only even more viscous.
"The Knight Commander of Chappell, turns out he's a pervert who gets pleasure from being roasted by fire, how interesting."
"No...no...that's not it!" Melissa, her face flushed, stared with her almond-shaped eyes,
shaking her head left and right in denial.
"Still saying no!"
The Pirate King didn't argue with her, grabbing her two plump, white, and rounded legs, aiming his flesh cannon, and
thrusting straight into her cunt.
"Ah! All the way in." The flower path, covered in lustful discharge, allowed the Pirate King's massive member to reach
her cervix in one go.
"Ah...uh..." Such a lewd moan, is this...is this my moan? Hearing
the moan she made, Melissa was shocked. How could this be...
After becoming the Pirate King's prisoner, Melissa had experienced pleasure, even surpassing
the joy that Grin had given her several times. Before today, Melissa could be said to have been forced, but she had never experienced such
exhilarating pleasure.
Since her escape, Melissa had not had sex. No matter how chaste she was, no matter how
many times she bathed each day, as a pregnant woman, her body had first been subjected to Grin's, and then to the witch's, training. Her highly sensitive body,
according to the laws of the biological world, was in a state of extreme hunger. Now that she was finally satisfied, how could reason
suppress it?
Moreover, her body's sensitivity would increase dramatically after becoming engorged. The humiliating naked parade just now, coupled with the
intense burning at the stake, was more effective than any foreplay.
"Ah...deeper...harder...whoosh whoosh whoosh..." Her bound hands could not be used to hold
the Pirate King for security. But her slender fingers sometimes relaxed and sometimes clenched with pleasure, using seductive murmurs
to stimulate the Pirate King's virility and gain more pleasure.
The imposing, fleshy cannon, following the movement of her waist, swirled within the woman's body, penetrating deeply and shallowly. This triggered
a wanton reaction from the pregnant knight commander. When the Pirate King occasionally slowed down, Melissa would twist her hips, moaning softly, craving
more violation.
"Are all believers this lewd?" Using the slanted cross to avoid colliding with his thick waist,
the Pirate King questioned maliciously during his vigorous piston-like movements.
Her consciousness floated in a sea of sensuality, Melissa thinking about everything that had happened in the past eight months. Green's death
had caused her unbearable pain. She had thought her heart would forever belong to her lover, but now she was gradually able to let go
. The loss of chastity was a sin for a woman, a sin she could never atone for. Yet, her lover's unborn child was still unborn, and
she was being violated while heavily pregnant. Why was there not a trace of death in her mind? Even the horrific scenes of slaughter in the square,
the fear they evoked, brought even more pleasure.
Day after day, Melissa felt herself becoming increasingly decadent. Nothing mattered to her anymore except pleasure.
"Answer me!"
The pirate king, deliberately making things difficult, stopped his lower body movements and began kneading her large, white
breasts, which were too big to grasp. These breasts were large enough that even with her fingers outstretched, she couldn't hold them all.
The engorged penis, motionless inside her flower-like opening, stimulated Melissa, making her feel as if worms were crawling and biting her. It was so uncomfortable!
"No! It's because I'm especially slutty, please fuck me."
"Louder!"
"Please fuck this slutty me hard."
Melissa, her eyes overflowing with lust, looked at the pirate king with pleading eyes. Then the pirate
king thrust triumphantly, plunging into the depths of her body, making Melissa feel waves of pleasure.
"Ugh...ah...okay...ahhhhh..."
Under a clear blue sky and a gentle breeze, Chappell perished on such a beautiful day.
The knight commander, who should have been protecting the nation, found himself in this state amidst the deafening sounds of battle.
Melissa experienced a similar breakdown to Daniel. She felt that her former self had died at the stake
. Born from that, she was a sex slave who only knew pleasure, nothing else. Otherwise,
she, in her position of glory, shouldn't be enjoying the rape of men in broad daylight. The sounds of killing
only fueled her lust.
"Heh...heh...hehhhhh..." Her vagina, tightened by pregnancy, was exceptionally narrow. Her body temperature seemed
to rise. Melissa's honeypot, like a suction cup, brought unparalleled pleasure, and she truly
wanted to drain the pirate king's essence dry.
"It's coming...it's coming...ahhh..." Bound in a cross shape, her body glistening with sweat in the sunlight
, Melissa murmured and moaned. The surging pleasure finally surpassed its limit, overwhelming all her consciousness, leaving only bliss
.
With Melissa's joyful cry of climax, the Pirate King made his final thrust, his penis plunging deep into her depths,
ejaculating his semen into her most visceral depths with a low moan.
"Ahhhhh..."
After the frenzy ended, only exhaustion remained. Melissa, ten months pregnant, had a blank expression on her face, only
the blissful laughter from sex remaining. Danielle, on the other hand, was utterly exhausted, even the expression of sadness was gone,
her whole being empty, as if without a soul.
The almost one-sided slaughter was nearing its end; the pirates stopped their indiscriminate killing and began to gather their prisoners.
"Pain..." An excruciating pain, more intense than deflowering or torture, surged from Melissa's lower abdomen. Her body
felt like it was being shaken, and she experienced her first contractions.
"Is the baby about to be born?" The dazed Daniel finally snapped out of her shock at the sight of the carnage before her
.
"Yes... huff... huff... huff..." Melissa answered with a bitter smile, her forehead drenched in cold sweat.
While the witch commanded her minions to wreak havoc and eradicate everything in the church, the Pirate King coldly
watched Daniel deliver Melissa's baby.
After the baby cried out, Daniel, covered in filth, carried the infant to her mother.
"It's a girl!" Melissa gasped for breath, tears of joy welling in her eyes as she gazed at
the baby's bright, adorable eyes.
"Hmm. When she grows up, she'll surely be a brave and beautiful child like Grimm."
Even though Daniel was covered in filth from her earlier frantic efforts... After sharing the joy of Melissa's childbirth,
a smile bloomed once more. Unlike before, accompanied by the infant's innocent cries, Danielle's smile held a newfound
maturity and adult helplessness.
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Rebirth after destruction? The Pirate King felt that women were truly incredible creatures. A beautiful young woman gave birth to
a healthy and lively baby girl, the child grew into a graceful and elegant young woman, then grew up under the lewdness of men, and
gave birth to another baby girl. Thinking of the greatness of this biological cycle, the Pirate King's penis rose again in salute.
Looking at the three naked women—a charming young woman, an ethereal beauty, and
a baby girl being held by two men—the Pirate King's lustful thoughts surged. He fantasized about raping the pure and innocent princess until she was pregnant, and then,
after the baby grew up, raping Melissa and her daughter together. After the massacre, the survivors, under the threat of the pirates' knives, carried out 　　the work of moving and burying corpses
in the nearly deserted city . 　　 Melissa, realizing she was unworthy of being human and merely a lowly sex slave, had completed her training and was 　　currently being raised as a human-shaped dairy cow in the palace's pasture with her child. The witch, meanwhile, was diligently conducting 　　Princess Daniel's final training. 　　 Daniel's greatest advantage as a woman wasn't her beauty, but rather the nature and mind she possessed, deliberately cultivated by her father 　　. Completely untainted by worldly concerns, purer than a child, with a kind and compassionate character, and 　　an ethereal, otherworldly quality, she was untouched by the mire of corruption. 　　 Violence couldn't subdue Daniel, nor could fine clothes or delicacies move her, yet she couldn't withstand the corruption of human malice. 　　 The witch arranged for a group of women, who blamed Daniel for Chappelle's downfall, 　　to imprison her in a separate room. 　　 She would exploit these women, filled with human malice, jealous of Daniel's beauty, and projecting their own misfortunes onto the princess 　　. 　　 Concepts such as chastity, fidelity, virginity complex, and incest were forcibly instilled in 　　Daenerys through ridicule, mockery, and insults. 　　 Princess Daenerys, whose kingdom had been destroyed and whose family perished, was thus corrupted. The values she held 　　were so vastly different from those of ordinary people. Was she wrong, or was everyone wrong? Caught in doubt and unease, she felt 　　most deeply the selfishness of humanity. 　　 After many days of imprisonment, the witch conducted Daenerys's final "training." 　　Daenerys, who had previously been shameless in her nudity, attempted to cover herself after being led out of her cell naked. 　　 "What? Didn't you used to think that your body was a creation of the gods, and there was no need to be ashamed of being naked 　　?" The witch's mockery pierced Daenerys's heart. 　　 A hazy light clouded her eyes, no longer clear. Daenerys tried to cover her body with her hands, then lowered them again 　　, repeating this several times. Her heart was in turmoil, torn between believing her father and accepting societal norms 　　. 　　 Her gentle father wouldn't lie to her, but why were the values he instilled in her so different from those of the world 　　? 　　 "What is incest? Do you know now?" 　　 After days of being lectured with filthy language by a group of vile women, Daenerys now understood perfectly well. 　　 "It is the greatest sin of all adultery! The offender will fall into hell after death, suffering the torment of burning flames." 　　The witch spoke righteously and sternly as she walked through the castle. 　　 Daenerys was speechless, her heart filled with sorrow. She was powerless to resist the witch's relentless pressure. 　　 Was she truly a woman who knew no shame, whose body had been defiled by men, despised and ridiculed by everyone 　　? The thought was unbearable for Daenerys, yet she couldn't refute it. Because the only person in the world who would accept her 　　was her father, Miller. 　　 "God cannot give you salvation, but I can! I'll teach you one last thing: love is when your heart is always 　　swayed by a person's words and actions, and when your heart pounds." 　　 For the first time, a genuine smile of friendship appeared on the face of the witch who had taken pleasure in teasing and tormenting herself since the beginning of her training. 　　 "Push open this door and see the truth!" 　　 The place they were in was a secret chamber within the palace, heavily guarded and forbidden to anyone by their father, Emperor Miller, who had only allowed it to be entered when 　　Daenerys grew up.

Pushing open the ornately decorated birchwood door, Danielle gazed upon the room, her initial surprise and astonishment quickly
turning to tears as she knelt on the floor.
"Incest is a heinous crime, condemned by heaven and earth, a detestable act abhorred by the gods. And this
is the place King Miller painstakingly prepared for you, every stick and whip personally crafted, for your life as an adult
. The choice is yours; you decide what kind of life you wish to live. Sadly, the one waiting for your answer
is no longer here. But may I ask your answer, Danielle? Your Highness Princess Chappell?"
"I do, I do… Danielle does!" First came a heartfelt, joyful reply, followed
by a sigh of helpless despair, and finally, words of boundless regret.
"Danielle, from this day forward you are free. I will bless you with my magic, reuniting you with your father."
The witch, moved, took down a finely crafted, lifelike, erect wooden phallus from the wall and examined it.
Not only the wooden phallus, but the room was filled with all sorts of BDSM tools, no less impressive than the witch's collection.
She recalled her late father, who always loved to linger here alone, not allowing anyone to disturb him. Danielle looked at the room full
of erotic toys: a foot-long wooden phallus, a rhinoceros horn phallus, an ivory triangular wooden horse, a jade anal rod.
In her eyes, these became her father's hands, like the warm, large hands of her father, a thousand hands embracing
her.
Danielle had truly grown up today; her worship of God had vanished from her heart. Her father's
love wasn't just for her; that unique, secluded educational method was to ensure she wouldn't be prejudiced by worldly values,
to allow her to choose according to her heart whether to become her father's wife.
Father, you are so cruel! Is this all the painstaking effort you've put in? It hurts so much! Betrayed by you, I
feel like an angel whose wing has been ripped off. But I can feel your
love, deep in your heart, yet unspoken. My response to this love is to accept it without complaint, even if condemned by a thousand men, even if
burned at the stake. Father, thank you for your love. Daenerys will be your daughter
and your wife for all eternity, but… why didn't you tell me sooner?!
Chapter Nine:
"Ah… Ugh… Huff… It hurts… It hurts…" Daenerys's angelic voice, mixed with a fresh
, seductive allure, stirred the beastly desires in men's hearts.
To reunite with her deceased father, the witch would tattoo a magical mark on her back; then,
by thinking of her father and masturbating, she could summon his spirit.
So, Daniel endured the humiliation, allowing the witch to tie her arms to the ceiling.
Like a black phantom, carrying a chilling aura of the dead, the witch silently focused on Daniel
's jade-like back. Using emerald green, sky blue, and rose red needles, she painstakingly pierced her flawless white body. As
blood surfaced and the towel wiped away the imperfections, the vibrant colors gradually took shape. During this time, Daniel gasped in pain
, her eyebrows furrowed.
"Deeper… harder… ah…"
Unable to endure any longer, Daniel whispered in her captivatingly beautiful voice.
Instead of anesthesia, the Pirate King lay beneath Daniel. He used the strength of his waist and legs to thrust upwards,
his penis penetrating deeper into the girl's body.
"Ugh..."
A melodious murmur mingled with the rising tide of pleasure, her mind overflowing with endless longing for her father,
a torrent of sensual desire.
Daniel's back was pierced by the witch's needles, causing her to break out in a cold sweat; her lower body was uncontrollable, like a wild horse galloping across the pirate
king. A piercing pain shot through her back, while a cloud-like, exhilarating pleasure surged from below. Caught between these two diametrically opposed
sensations, besides her deep affection for her father, she gradually lost herself, succumbing to despair. Until she was dazed and confused,
losing consciousness in the ecstasy.
"Daniel... my poor Daniel!"
Awakening Daniel from the depths of despair was that familiar, bold, and benevolent
voice.
"Father... Father... I..." Her sorrowful cries contained a deep affection, a longing,
and a love.
The witch had vanished without a trace, and in the secret chamber stood Miller Chappell, exactly as he had in life.
Only now, a burning desire flickered within his once gentle and serene eyes.
"You've suffered! Daenerys."
A loving voice broke Daenerys, who had been struggling to stay afloat. Tears welled in her eyes, and she had countless grievances
to tell her father. After her father released her delicate hands, her smooth, pink body
pressed against his chest, rubbing tenderly against his strong, muscular back.
"Father, why did you have to die! Poor, all alone, Daenerys! The Pirate King, the witch, Carson,
Langdonok—they all bullied me. The country I tried so hard to protect is now destroyed."
Her soft, sorrowful whispers contained untold bitterness.
After a slight hesitation, Daniel, her head slightly raised, met Miller's gaze with her clear, emerald eyes.
With a shy expression, she lowered her head and said, "Why didn't Father tell me your feelings? Did you think
I would refuse?"
Miller's penis, therefore, became erect.
At that moment, the door to the secret chamber closed silently, revealing a witch outside, her face filled with emptiness and bewilderment after her successful revenge
. The dead cannot be resurrected, of course; in Daniel's eyes, Miller was the Pirate King. 　　The tattoo pigment, prepared
with a secret magical potion , released a disturbing and bewitching gas from her pores as Daniel's pleasure increased, 　　combined with the witch's hypnotic suggestions. Therefore, Daniel mistook her mortal enemy, the Pirate King, for her secretly beloved 　　father, Miller. 　　 The petite Daenerys was naturally not as voluptuous as Melissa, but 　　the touch between their bodies was incredibly smooth and invigorating. The once resolute Daenerys, now nestled in the Pirate King's arms, was as 　　innocent and naive as a little girl.

Sexual stimulation caused the Pirate King's penis to stand erect, and the angelic beauty in his arms, Daenerys, produced the most alluring
effect. Yet, she possessed a childlike innocence that made him reluctant to violate or deceive her.
"So, Daenerys, will you be my queen?"
"With pleasure."
Hearing this, the Pirate King's lust surged even higher. Daenerys's girlish demeanor and
her unwavering devotion to him gave him a strong sense of incestuous intimacy.
"Incest is a heinous crime, unforgivable by the world. Even in death, one will suffer eternal torment in hell. Daenerys
, are you serious?"
Tears welled in his eyes, veiled in a misty haze. "Even so," Daniel said in excruciating pain, "
Daniel will never regret it. Only Father loves me and cherishes me."
"If you become my slave, it will hurt a lot. Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid! But I still want to be Father's only one."
Facing the beautiful, childlike, yet unwavering in love and devotion,
the Pirate King truly projected himself into Miller's image.
"This is my last act of tenderness!" The Pirate King lifted the naked Daniel and kissed her warm red lips.
Their tongues intertwined, a passionate kiss that seemed to last forever.
After the kiss, the Pirate King, overcome with lust, roughly tore off his clothes. He took a
finger-thick white jade phallus from the wall, licked it until it was covered in saliva, and then installed it on the wooden horse in the secret chamber.
Next, he picked up Dania, who was trying to suppress her fear, her eyes lingering on his penis, and
placed her anus against his white jade penis.
"Oh..." Although it was a thick prosthetic, it was still too much of a burden for her light and petite body.
Dania let out a pitiful cry, her body trembling on the rocking horse.
When the Pirate King's hand grasped Dania's jade back, her whole body trembled as if she had been electrocuted.
"Are you afraid?"
The golden branch and jade leaf in front of him shook her head slightly, pressing her dimpled smiling face against the Pirate King's palm.
"For Father, Dania can endure any pain." But Dania , who was enduring the pain like a splitting buttock
, shed a large, crystal tear, which made the Pirate King's heart ache.
"You will enjoy the pleasure of an adult in a moment." He kissed her red jade cheek and whispered.
Now, Dania was like a centaur from mythology. Seated at the front of the horse, her legs spread wide
, revealing a delicate, pink, alluring opening between her smooth, white lips, her anus pierced by a white jade phallus.
"Danielle is a good girl, you must endure the pain!" The pirate king stepped on the footrests under the wooden horse, using a mechanism to make the white jade phallus 　　perform obscene piston-like movements
within the princess's body . 　　 The chilling, bone-deep white jade phallus felt like a piercing pain. 　　Encouraged by her "father," Danielle groaned and struggled to endure, her body stiff and writhing. Her pair of white, snow-white breasts 　　swayed gracefully with her slender waist, incredibly alluring. 　　 "It's coming!" 　　 Her vagina, constricted by pain, was even tighter than when she was a virgin, the walls of flesh pressing in from all sides, like a 　　living pot writhing and tightening. This pleasure made the pirate king feel like he was in heaven. 　　 "So tight...so good! Daniel is truly my good daughter." 　　 "Father..." 　　 The Pirate King continued to stomp his foot, driving the white jade phallus deep into Daniel's intestines. 　　 The cool, smooth, and incredibly slippery dildo pierced through her anus. Daniel's delicate brows furrowed in pain, her flower- 　　like opening contracting incessantly. Before her was her father's hard, hot, fleshy penis. Holding it inside her gave 　　Daniel a feeling of being connected to her father. 　　 The fake father and real daughter caressed each other, their fingers touching every part of each other's bodies without restraint. As 　　Daniel's pleasure gradually intensified, her flower-like opening secreted hot, sweet nectar. Nourished by the viscous love fluid, the Pirate King 　　's pleasure rose to a point of ecstasy. He had completely immersed himself in the role of the father. 　　 "Father! I feel so happy being enveloped by your magnificent member." Her face flushed, enjoying 　　the thrill of lovemaking, the innocent Daniel said emotionally. 　　 "Me too! Daniel's place is so tight and slippery, it feels like it's melting me." 　　 At this moment, the Pirate King felt how incredibly stimulating the incestuous pleasure between father and daughter was. Especially considering Daniel 　　's unwavering resolve and selfless devotion. 　　 The pleasure of raping this innocent princess, as pure as a child, reached its peak in both mental and physical stimulation 　　. 　　 His magnificent body moved up and down continuously, his feet stomping on the pedals, his penis twisting, straightening, and sometimes slanting, 　　pounding every inch of the princess's flower cave. He could even feel the vibrations emanating from his white jade phallus. 　　 "Oh... Father... Father... Daenerys feels...so good...my whole body feels like it's 　　 floating in mid-air..." 　　 "Is that so? Then for Father, Daenerys will twist her waist more carefully, moving her hips up and down." 　　 "Yes. Your son obeys!" After the charming and clear reply, Daenerys, whose pleasure increased, cooperated fully with 　　the Pirate King's movements. Let the man who had deceived her, along with the witch, obtain the greatest pleasure from her. 　　 Her small and elegant breasts rubbed against the Pirate King's chest, and her round and smooth buttocks 　　swayed up and down and side to side with the force of her pink legs. 　　 "Ah...so deep...ah...uh..." Two penises, one in front and one behind, one cold and one hot, one soft and one hard 　　, made Daenerys murmur with pleasure. 　　 "Harder! Father, please." Daenerys, who was kept in the dark, regarded the Pirate King as her father and offered 　　her heart. 　　 After losing her father and enduring many hardships, Daniel truly felt that her father's love for her was as deep as the sea and as 　　high as the sky. As long as she could enjoy the physical intimacy and spiritual connection they shared, she 　　would gladly accept even divine punishment after death. 　　 "Father, come! Fill Daniel up completely." 　　 "Okay...alright!" After playing their incestuous game for a while, the pirate king, satisfied, thrust forward for a final, high-pitched thrust.

With a final, desperate thrust, accompanied by Daniel's ecstatic moans as she reached her climax, hot semen gushed forth into Princess Chappell's
body.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh..." the princess murmured to herself before losing consciousness, a memory
she would never forget—a love so profound, a bittersweet, intensely stimulating sexual experience.
"So good!" she thought, feeling immense pleasure from the body and the soul within it. The Pirate King believed he would
be hopelessly addicted to Daniel for a long time. "I love your daughter so much," he
thought, "even in death, Miller would be grateful!"
Daniel, slumped on the rocking horse, oblivious to the truth, a peaceful smile still playing on her lips,
her mind lost in a sweet dream, utterly unaware of the harsh reality. Whitish semen, mixed with vaginal fluid and vaginal fluid,
dripped from her soaked crotch onto the floor.
Chapter Ten
As a sex slave, Melissa's treatment was no different from that of a cow. Every day, she lay on all fours, naked,
waiting for time to pass. She awaited the cowgirls, their faces filled with disdain or embarrassment, as they used their
delicate little hands to milk her.
Melissa knew she was cheap, but the tingling pleasure of having her nipples kneaded was like a sweet
anesthetic, irresistible. What excited her most was when the pirate king occasionally came to breed with her, always
washing his thick penis with her milk before finally ejaculating into her toothless mouth.
Even so, as a mother, she cared for her child meticulously. But as
a cow, besides abundant milk, she could give the infant little more.
"Hum... hum... hum..." as the simulated cow sounds soothed the child. The little girl
babbled for the first time , "Mommy...Mommy..."
"Hee hee..." The adorable little girl giggled, her rosy cheeks so charming. Melissa, watching
, couldn't help but tear up, her heart pounding.
The child had called her "Mommy" for the first time; all her daily breastfeeding and tireless care had been worthwhile. But...she
was merely a sex slave, a cow owned by a witch, her mind filled only with milking and the thought of a penis.
"I'm sorry! My lovely little baby, you have such a lewd mother." Tears streamed down her face, falling
onto the child's cheek, while the innocent toddler smiled and reached out to touch her mother's face.
As a woman, Melissa hadn't forgotten Grin, but that deeply etched love belonged to
her past self, dead on the cross, not to her new self as a sex slave. For the sake of her child's future, she couldn't
bear the pain of relinquishing her maternal love and sending her away.
Under her "father's" tutelage, Danielle had fully mastered the
art of manipulating and controlling men. Although Chappell had perished, she gladly accepted the
mission to the continent of Iroba to rebuild her and her father's kingdom, intending to use her beauty to subjugate the king, ministers, bishops, wealthy merchants, and other powerful figures
.
She was now completely intoxicated by her passionate love affair with her "father," and would not back down even if condemned by all.
Melissa, though aware of the truth, did not reveal it to the princess, who had also lost everything
. Why be awake when one can be lost in a beautiful dream?
On the night of the full moon, Melissa was bound with net-like ropes, making her high breasts and round buttocks
appear even more voluptuous. As she crawled on all fours, her eyes never left the baby held by the princess.
"Melissa! Don't you regret it?"
"I regret it now. But I want to give my child a normal environment to grow up in; this is
the last thing I can do as a mother." The thought of never seeing her child's smiling face again made Melissa's heart bleed. Her reluctant,
beautiful face made Danielle's heart ache.
My child! It's not that I don't love you; I'm letting you leave my side for your future. Perhaps one
day we will meet again, and you, as a woman, will choose to become a sex slave or
live as an ordinary person. As your mother, I cannot choose for you.
She took out the necklace pendant with Grimm's image, which she had always treasured and kept close at hand, and carefully placed it on the ground.
She had the Pirate King hang her from a tree, her fair body reflecting the bright moonlight, being
trained by the Pirate King and the witch. At the moment of climax, when she lost control of her bladder, steaming golden fluid sprayed onto the image inside the pendant. Green's fiery red
hair and handsome face dissolved and vanished in the hot urine.
Farewell, Green! Farewell, my child! Today I relinquish everything to become my masters' devoted sex slave.
Whether it's a happy life for the couple and their child, or a life of daily pleasure amidst vaginal fluids and semen, Melissa
doesn't know, but she can no longer live like a normal person; the ranch is her future world.
Danielle, aboard the merchant ship, how could she
bear to part with Melissa, who was like a sister to her and had shared so many years of hardship? Holding her child, she vowed that after rebuilding the country, she would bring Melissa back; now, she asked for
her patience. One day, she would replace the leather collar around Melissa's neck with a golden one.
Six months later, when the King of Great Ibinne was traveling, he discovered a woman on the beach who astonished him.
When she stepped onto the beach, penniless and beautiful, her beauty was like the birth of Venus or the Little Mermaid coming
ashore. Those who witnessed it were so captivated that they couldn't eat or sleep for days, their minds filled with her image. Her innocence
and childlike charm evoked tenderness and care, while her stunningly beautiful body awakened an insatiable
desire in men. Less than three months later, a coup d'état erupted in Great Ibin, and the princes and powerful ministers engaged in a brutal civil
war. With each change of ownership, the girl's power and wealth increased. Danielle
strived towards establishing her own kingdom.
After completing her training, the witch and the pirate king shared a candlelight dinner.
"Was that secret chamber of the king's residence something you set up, or is it real?"
"Does it matter?" the witch smiled mysteriously.
"Two more steadfast believers have become sacrifices for your vengeance. A toothless cow has appeared on the ranch, and
the witch's wreaking havoc continues unabated."
"Isn't this good? We've taken another step closer to realizing our dream."
"A dream! If our dream comes true, what would you want to do?"
"Open a farm, then hire trainers."
"Train a horse or a cow?"
"Train me!" Amidst the atmosphere of sorrowful memories, the witch revealed a sly smile. A
smile that could bewitch, a smile that would haunt endless dreams.
[The End
]

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