Nobles who love games

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The ancient and weathered Eastern Empire, once under the banner of the god of war and the blood-soaked hammer symbolizing blood and fire, saw its armies conquer east and west, gradually becoming a vast nation encompassing a boundless territory. However, conflicts with the Western world and years of war have left this ancient empire exhausted. Although it still possesses a powerful military, internal corruption is inevitable. The country is rife with bureaucratic infighting and blind extravagance, leading to a decadent lifestyle for the upper nobility and a deplorable existence for the lower classes. Not only are there constant battles on the borders, but the empire is also gradually losing control of its occupied territories, with frequent internal strife.
In the imperial capital, Earl Allen is currently traveling by sedan chair to one of the city's most decadent, dissolute, and darkest places—the Imperial Royal Brothel. A place for the wealthy to squander their money, it is never short of bright lights, gorgeous gowns, delicious food, and alluring women; many activities are even forbidden by sacred laws. Ordinary citizens will never see the whole picture, only able to gaze at the ever-burning lamps from afar and fantasize about the sensual pleasures within.
Even for a young nobleman like Allen, caution was still necessary. Revealing any inside information about the games here would damage the reputations of the wealthy nobles and merchants who frequented the establishment; keeping quiet was an absolute necessity.
The young count entered the venue, and the moment he opened the heavily guarded doors, a wave of luxurious fragrance washed over him. Crystal candelabra flickered with dancing flames, the intoxicating aroma of wine mingled with the strong perfumes of noblewomen, and musicians were everywhere. Even the curtains were made of finely crafted yellow silk. Everything here represented the highest level of service enjoyed only by the wealthy and powerful.
Some even joked that even the emperor's palace couldn't compare to the royal brothel in the capital—a mere anecdote, but one that nonetheless highlighted the brothel's extravagance. However, most people wouldn't understand the true meaning of this statement. What was visible inside was merely wealth in the ordinary sense; what truly captivated the nobles and merchants was the underground level of the venue.
For ordinary people, sexual intercourse between men and women is sufficient to satisfy their spiritual emptiness. But for the empire's wealthy patrons, who have seen countless women, they have long lost interest in ordinary sex. Now, they have unanimously turned their attention to another kind of game, one that is more exciting and perverse.
They call it the aristocratic game.
Allen walked into the underground arena, and through a long, dark corridor, his vision suddenly opened up. It was a huge, circular arena-like structure, divided into small areas, filled with people. The walls and ceiling were covered with lights, making the entire arena appear brightly lit and bustling.
Fine wine and food? Those were certainly tempting, but the most alluring thing here was the moaning of women.
The beauties here were divided into two types: those who were part of the wealthy patrons, and those who were toys, sex slaves, providing pleasure for the wealthy patrons. Without exception, the service provided here consisted entirely of the most beautiful women in the empire, but not the most luxurious, as most were slaves. One of the immense riches brought by war was the possession of these beauties from enemy nations. They might have been daughters of merchants, priestesses, nobles, or even royalty, but after their countries were conquered, they all became the same—toys or pets. Humiliated, they displayed their alluring, noble bodies, flaunting their charms to provide perverse services to their new masters. They had no choice; obedience was the only option. This was a paradise for the powerful.
When Earl Allen entered, the game had already begun, and today's game was rope walking.
Ten thick hemp ropes stretched across the arena, intertwined like a spiderweb. They were all raised to a balanced height, taut and straight. Ten noble and alluring beauties straddled them, the rough ropes digging deeply into their full, beautiful buttocks. With each step, the deliberately rough ropes constantly stimulated their sensitive private parts, eliciting soft moans. Meanwhile, each of them had their hands tied behind their backs, wore high heels, and were forbidden from falling, making it difficult for them to maintain their balance, but also making them even more alluring. The rules of the game were simple: the first to reach the finish line was the winner, while the others who failed would receive different punishments depending on the circumstances.
It was a rather cruel game. Amidst the laughter of the audience, the beauties' lower bodies were already soaked, leaving long wet trails with each step. Not only that, but every so often there was a knot in the rope. The beauties had to endure intense stimulation as they passed through these knots. With each knot, the rough, bristly rope slowly entered their crevices, then sank deep, stimulating their sensitive private parts, before suddenly slashing out, leaving a bright pubic mark and followed by an electric shock-like pleasure. The knots came one after another, like waves, bringing a continuous stream of pleasure. Finally, another blonde beauty couldn't hold back and collapsed.
Once they failed, cruel punishment awaited them.
For example, the blonde beauty who had already collapsed was dragged aside by several burly men and forced to have sex with her from both ends. From this day forward, this poor woman would have to endure stallion-style mating day and night until she was fortunate enough to be favored by some wealthy man and selected as a contestant in the next game, at which point she would be temporarily freed. Otherwise, this would be her lifelong activity.
To ensure the beauties gave their all to win the game, the punishments were extremely cruel. If this blonde beauty was considered lucky, the women who collapsed before her suffered even more. Some were to be trained as beautiful dogs forever, while others were thrown into dark cells to endure the defilement of alien monsters, breeding for them generation after generation.
Such cruel punishments forced every contestant to exert all their strength, twisting their alluring bodies, thrusting out their plump buttocks, and enduring wave after wave of pleasure to complete the game.
Watching these once-noble women now straddle the ropes naked like bitches, struggling to move forward with all their might, their panting accompanied by the sounds of their bodies swaying, their legs shaking, and the glistening wetness left behind, most of the men became excited. They stood up, shouting the women's numbers.
"Go! Go! Get moving!"
"If you lose, I'll take you away and have you fucked a hundred times!"
Of course, besides sex, money was also a concern for these high rollers. They bet on corresponding beauties to win corresponding sums, so if they lost, these poor women had to endure the gamblers' wrath, which was often repaid with their bodies.
"Long time no see, Earl Allen." This was an elderly man over fifty, his luxurious attire and extraordinary demeanor indicating his status. Duke Diram, seated in the highest position, seemed quite welcoming to this upstart young man, opening his arms to greet the young earl. "Why are you here?"
"Needless to say, to see this group of newly captured beauties." On the other side, the gaunt, lecherous Earl Omor approached. He was a cunning man, a powerful figure in the empire. "This battle was truly magnificent, a decisive victory over the 'Konir' kingdom, even capturing that renowned, beautiful Holy Queen. You're here to see that saintly queen perform like a dog, aren't you? But you'll be disappointed; she's not here this time."
"No matter, a clever organizer always has a trick up their sleeve to attract more guests." Allen glanced at Duke Diram. As a powerful figure in the empire, the Duke, though his territory was limited, was quite adept at finance and politics, and was also one of the patrons of this royal brothel.
"That arrogant, foolish king, if she had joined the alliance with the western nations like those smaller countries, she wouldn't have ended up with her country destroyed and her people wiped out." Diram smiled. "But don't be disappointed," Koniel is a country teeming with beauties; you won't lack entertainment.
“Of course.” Allen nodded modestly, turning back to look at the arena. The rope-walking competition had reached its climax. Of the ten participants, only three were still on the rope, struggling to twist their snow-white bodies towards the finish line. Strangely, each of them was equipped differently.
Leading the way was a woman with a flowing sky-blue ponytail. She was tall and slender, with a healthy and beautiful figure, resembling a once valiant female swordsman or knight. Unlike the other women, her hands were bound, and she was blindfolded, the insertion of a penis faintly visible through her tight anus.
“If I’m not mistaken, it’s the Queen’s captain of the guard, the one known as the Impatiens Knight, Elmina,
” the young man said quietly.
"Hmph, not bad, Earl Allen," Omor said. "This Elmina is a famous female knight, I heard she has a fierce temper, but I didn't expect her to walk on a rope like a dog now."
Allen turned around and continued to look at the alluring figure of Elmina, known as the Impatiens Knight. Because she couldn't see what was in front of her, the protruding knots of the rope were a cruel test for her. The woman walked with difficulty on the rope, her two slender, beautiful legs tightly pressed together, taking one step at a time, carefully, because she didn't know when she would encounter a knot, and this unknown pain was even more unbearable for her.
At the same time, in order to increase this fear of the unknown, Elmina was also forced to drink a diuretic, so in addition to not falling down, her rules also included not letting her anus fall out and not losing control of her bladder.
As for why she was different from others, that was the evil part of this game. People added various restraints according to the different objects, partly for the sadistic aesthetics, and partly for betting. The more restrictions a woman was subject to, the more likely she was to lose, so the odds were much higher. So poor Elmina had to clench her legs tightly, contract her anus, and forcefully suppress the urge to urinate as she continued forward. The stimulation of her three orifices nearly drove the usually brave female knight mad.
Especially when she accidentally crossed the knot, the sudden pleasure surged through her defenses like an electric current, leaving her weak and almost collapsing. The female knight swayed, her beautiful buttocks shaped like a gourd. She bent over, her legs tightly intertwined. This sudden action seemed strange, but soon people noticed a glistening trail of fluid flowing from between Elmina's legs to the ground.
"Haha, the Impatiens Knight has lost control of her bladder! What kind of knight is she? Shameless! Urinating in public!"
Laughter mixed with curses reached Elmina's ears. Of course, according to the rules, this minor lapse was nothing, but the jeers from the audience made the usually self-assured female knight feel utterly ashamed. She stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
But on the other side, another soft moan was passing by Elmina. On another rope, a beautiful woman with long black hair was also struggling to walk, her legs tightly gripping the rope. Compared to Elmina, this woman was more voluptuous, especially her slender waist paired with her large breasts. As she walked on the thick rope, her breasts swayed up and down due to her unbalanced body, and copper bells were strung on her breasts, as if to draw the audience's attention to her breasts. In addition, there was even a horizontal chain between her feet to restrict her movement, and her high heels made her sway and bounce, allowing her to only take a small step each time.
“This woman, she’s a priestess, isn’t she?” Allen said, resting his head on his hand. “I remember the most famous priestess in Cornel was…”
“That priestess, Lelia,” Omor interrupted. “Haha, look closely at her breasts, they sway as she walks, like she’s going to break her back, so exciting.”
“She’s a believer…”
“The goddess of justice and light,” Omor added. “Just imagine, that priestess who always prides herself on light and justice, now she’s naked, swaying her big breasts to serve us heretics, isn’t that amazing?” The man seemed completely infatuated with the two women on the field, his eyes filled with lewdness.
"And the third woman?" Allen turned his head and only saw the last woman. She was walking unsteadily on the thick rope. Judging from her expression, she was exhausted, but seeing the two ahead of her getting further and further away, she anxiously tried to quicken her pace. Unexpectedly, there was a knot in the rope in front of her. The friction on her most sensitive parts sent a surge of intense pleasure to her brain. She couldn't hold on and finally fell.
"Oh, never mind," Allen said, tilting his head. "You've placed a bet too, sir?"
"I'm betting on Elumina." Duke Diram smiled slightly. "I'm rooting for this female knight."
"You're wrong. I bet that bitch Leilia will win." Omor retorted. "On the field, the chase between the female knight and the priestess continues. The Phoenix Water Knight, Elumina, is faster, but she's more restricted. The blindfold makes her disoriented, while the gag in her rear constantly stimulates her sensitive area, causing Elumina to let out seductive moans.
They're almost at the finish line. Amidst the cheers and laughter of the crowd, the two poor women are struggling, their snow-white, full breasts writhing, emitting moans mixed with pain and pleasure, two glistening wet streaks running down their faces, as they sway towards the finish line.
" "Ah, um, um, ah, ah, um!" The female knight, suppressing the pleasure in her lower body, slowly advanced step by step. Suddenly, perhaps due to a moment of distraction, Elmina's smooth genitals unexpectedly bumped into a thick knot. The rough surface of the knot, propelled by the knight's body, brushed against her most sensitive and unbearable area. The intense pleasure nearly caused Elmina to lose control of her bladder. The knight swayed, leaning to the right. Although she managed to suppress the urge to urinate, she had inevitably lost her balance. To regain her balance, Elmina could only continue forward, stumbling and scrambling. As she lost her balance, her private parts rubbed against the rough rope, causing the knight to... The scene of the assault caused a stir among the crowd.
The priestess fared slightly better; since she wasn't blindfolded, Lelia could at least see when to step over the knots. Each time a knot appeared, she would hunch her lower body, clench her teeth, and carefully make her way through. However, due to the chained high heels, especially the heavy left toe and the heavy right heel, her unbalanced legs forced her to limp forward. Each time her heel missed a step, Lelia's voluptuous body swayed, and the priestess's breasts jiggle clearly. Taking advantage of Elmina's loss of balance, Lelia gritted her teeth and pushed forward with all her might.
Just as Lelia was about to reach the finish line
, a proud yet authoritative young female voice rang out from the entrance. While the nobles inside were still immersed in the pleasure of the assault, a group of fully armed women burst in and went straight to the VIP stands.
“Misella?” Omer was startled to see the woman leading the group. “Is that Misella trying to ruin our show again?” “You’re right, Earl Omer.” Just then, a striking red figure suddenly appeared in everyone’s sight. As the woman moved forward, her long, bright red hair fluttered in the wind, making her look heroic and stunning. Beside her were dozens of fully armed women, members of Misella’s Blazing Knights. Most of them were from minor noble families, each with alluring beauty, high strength, and extraordinary temperament, and they were absolutely loyal to Misella. “The ruby born of the Empire’s fire, Princess Misella.” Allen sat to the side, softly repeating the name. In the Empire, probably no one’s reputation could compare to Misella’s. She was the heir of one of the oldest bloodlines in the Empire, the daughter of the Grand Duke. Legend had it that Misella was born of fire, she was the daughter of fire, the bride of fire. And Myrcella herself was as dazzling as a fiery ruby. She was an idol in the hearts of the people, a princess, a war goddess, who at a young age commanded a loyal knightly order, winning battle after battle, and governing wisely outside the battlefield. Her fiery passion warmed the hearts of everyone like the sun. She could be said to be a rare upholder of order among the current rulers of the empire.
"So you are here, Earl Allen. I am truly disappointed." Myrcella glanced at the young earl.
"Miss Myrcella, what are you doing? This royal brothel is tacitly approved by His Majesty the Emperor!"
"Duke Diram stood up, glaring at Mysera. 'Even you, the ruby born of fire, do you dare challenge the authority of the nobility?' 'Hmph, you corrupting insects of the empire, calling yourselves nobles, yet you dare to toy with and humiliate women here for your own amusement!' Mysera snorted. 'Where have you placed your pride and self-restraint as nobles?' 'Don't forget, you are one of us too.' Diram's face darkened. 'What are you doing here with your troops? Do you intend to liberate these women? Haven't you figured that out yet?'" "These women are prisoners of war from an enemy nation. According to imperial law, we have the right to keep them as our private slaves." "You're right, Your Grace. As long as nobles like you exist, it won't matter how many women are liberated." Misella paused. "Sooner or later, I will eradicate slavery from the Empire." "Then I'll wait and see, Princess Ruby." Diram lowered his head with a sinister grin. "But, that day hasn't come yet..." "Take them down!" Misella spoke before Diram could. Immediately, members of the Blazing Knights drew their weapons and surrounded a group of nobles and merchants on the other side of the stands.
At this moment, a huge commotion broke out. The surrounded nobles and merchants ordered their soldiers to protect them, and a fight broke out between them and the members of the Blazing Knights.
"What right do you have to do this, Myrcella!" Omiel shrieked. "These nobles aren't people you can just arrest! Remember your place!" "Of course, and they'll be brought to court, but unfortunately, Count, they're not as clever as you." Myrcella smiled confidently. "These nobles have dared to extend their reach into the residents of the Imperial capital, which violates Imperial law. You understand what that means, right?" If the law couldn't punish these nobles, Myrcella, as the daughter of the Grand Duke and one of the most powerful figures in the Empire, could still use her power to influence the court proceedings. The nobles understood this well, and immediately some drew their weapons, leading their soldiers in a shouting protest. They outnumbered them and had the advantage in numbers.
"Cecilia!" Myrcella called out coldly.
A female swordswoman in a tight-fitting outfit stepped out from beside Myrcella. She wore light silk clothing, her long black hair accentuating her tall and graceful figure, making her look stunningly beautiful. The female swordsman drew her sword and approached the group of enemies alone. She lightly raised her sword, stepped forward, and confidently and calmly slashed at the surrounding foes. In just a few moments, six soldiers fell to the ground in astonishment, their faces showing disbelief. Cecilia's swordsmanship was light, deadly, yet as graceful as dancing on water.
"Monster! Monster!!!" Seeing this, the nobles cried out, abandoning their guards and fleeing through another gate.
Because the soldiers were blocking their way, Cecilia and her companions couldn't catch them. Just as the nobles were about to escape, an invisible magical barrier blocked their escape at the gate, which bore a Taoist talisman from an exotic Eastern country.
"Sorry, this road is closed." The female Taoist, Xue Lian, sat atop the barrier, a cold smile on her beautiful face, looking down at the chaotic nobles below.
Then, it was all over. Misella and her subordinates escorted the lawless nobles out. Before leaving, she glanced at Allen and the others, warning, "If you don't stop now, you'll be next."
Watching Misella's departing figure, all the remaining nobles and merchants breathed a sigh of relief. No one wanted to confront the currently powerful Misella, while Allen, the young count, sat alone in a chair, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"The ruby born of the Empire's fire, such audacity and courage, truly a woman worth confronting.
You wait, one day I, Allen, will trample you underfoot, strip you naked, and make you kneel before me, begging for mercy. You wait, you're my next target!"
(II) The Enema Game
No matter how many times he entered this underground royal brothel, Count Allen couldn't help but marvel at the construction techniques of this place. It was a huge, semi-circular plaza, each section meticulously divided and treated. Between the large stone blocks were numerous curved copper bends—amplification devices, the culmination of centuries of stone-working techniques by the Empire's artisans. Meanwhile, pools and hollow sculptures were placed in areas where resonance might occur, filtering out unwanted noise and ensuring that the sounds of joy could be heard throughout the square.
This underground brothel was merely a typical example. While Allen marveled at the ancient and powerful technological and cultural capabilities of the Falt Empire, he also lamented the empire's current state. Years of war had exhausted the entire empire, leading to rampant corruption, bureaucratic infighting, and a decline in the living standards of the lower classes. The border provinces were gradually slipping out of central control, and internal strife was frequent.
However, at least within the imperial capital, these problems were not apparent. The capital, Kantanz, also known as Kantanzburg, was originally just a castle in the early stages of Falt's expansion. As the empire's power grew, they defeated the original inhabitants, incorporating them into their territory. Through centuries of warfare, they finally subjugated the barbarian tribes of the northeastern plateau under their superior military strength, and Falt finally became the dominant power in this land. Kantanzburg transformed from a mere castle into the power center of the entire empire, and the citizens who lived there naturally enjoyed a much more comfortable life.
"Oh, you've finally arrived! I was betting with Duke Diram that you wouldn't come." Upon entering, Allen saw Count Omor pointing at him. Allen walked over and sat down next to Omor. "I heard about the taxes on your territory; it's going to be a real headache for you. I thought you weren't coming."
"Not at all. What could be more exciting than Queen Serinu's humiliating performance? That's why I rushed over immediately." Allen smiled. Serinu was the queen of "Kornil," a small kingdom recently conquered by the imperial cavalry. This proud and foolish kingdom refused the alliance of the Western powers, refusing to become one of them, leaving Konier militarily isolated and ultimately becoming the empire's prey.
"Hello, Allen, I thought you'd be beaten to death by that mob. Just thinking about the young Earl, reduced to the streets because he couldn't pay the compensation to his subjects, is truly laughable." A haughty, imposing female voice came from the side. Allen turned around; sitting one seat above him was Bertia, a renowned noblewoman of the empire. This blonde socialite, even seated on the stage, still had male servants attending to her. She elegantly ran her fingers along her nails, her long, beautiful legs crossed, revealing long stockings woven with gold thread, exuding luxury and extravagance.
"This will disappoint you, noble Bertia," Allen shrugged. "But you're wrong about one thing: those are peasants, not rioters."
"However, while you're not the first lord to be chased by your subjects for debt, Allen, you're definitely in the minority,"
Omor said with a smile.
"That's to control the horse farms within the territory," Allen muttered, then prepared to stop. Elite cavalry were the backbone of the empire's military, and horse farms were the most essential facilities to support them. Once the horse farms within his territory reached a certain scale, he could inevitably obtain substantial profits by trading with the royal family. This was the best development method Allen could think of after inheriting that impoverished and chaotic territory, but he clearly didn't want to share this with other nobles.
Fortunately, the competition began immediately. With a loud shout, a new round of female slave competition began. Allen glanced at the performance schedule provided by the slaves; this time it was an enema competition. There were eight contestants, including Leilia, the priestess of justice and light from Cornelia who had participated before, and the wind fairy knight Elmina.
The most eye-catching figures were the priestess in her thin, revealing priestly robes and the tall, ponytail-wearing knight Elmina. Previously, due to Princess Myrcella's interference, the audience had eagerly hoped for another performance from the two women now enslaved, but today their expectations were clearly much higher.
When Queen Céline of Cornelia appeared, the entire audience erupted in cheers. With her brown braids cascading over her shoulders, Célineia immediately attracted attention. Although already married and with a seven-year-old son, Célineia still possessed a stunning figure. Compared to the priestess and the knight, Célineia's body was fuller and more rounded. Her fair, rosy skin was clad in black lace, a garment that perfectly combined nobility and prostitution. To further emphasize her status, Célineia also wore Cornelia's crown.
Queen Saint was always an object of admiration for Cornelius. At the age of fifteen, she served as the master of ceremonies for love and beauty at the Western Alliance's tournament. At seventeen, she married into the Cornelius royal family from the Western Alliance and gave birth to a son a few years later.
The dignified and virtuous Sereneu was always an idol, and despite being a wife, she remained the object of men's affections.
After the host made a simple yet insulting remark, seven women were led to the center of the square. Then, the host placed seven enema-equipped devices into the women's hands.
Allen had seen this game before, where women would perform enemas on themselves, then insert plugs into each other's enemas, and then compete to see who could endure the longest. At the same time, when they reached their limit, they had to use all their strength to expel the fluids from their bodies, shooting them out through their own orifices; whoever shot the farthest was the winner.
The competition quickly began, and Sereneu and the others were taken to the most conspicuous place in the center of the arena, where there were vertical and horizontal boards and measuring lines. These were former nobles, their privileged lives making them more elegant and beautiful than ordinary women, but their appearance as slaves brought them even greater shame. Sereneu stood in the center, looking at the scantily clad women around her, all prisoners of war from the conquered empire.
"Queen Sereneu, watch this closely. All of this is your doing," the female knight Elmina glared at her hatefully, then, like the other women, slowly squatted down, limbs on the ground, her buttocks raised high, holding an enema syringe.
The priestess remained silent, slowly following Elmina's lead, squatting down on all fours. Sereneu looked around helplessly; the nobles were watching the spectacle, her companions cold and filled with hatred. The queen, little by little, like the other women, slowly released her limbs and lay prone on the ground, her beautiful buttocks hanging down, this shameful posture making her blush.
"Hey, Sereneu, raise your buttocks a little higher," Omor shouted.
"Yes, yes." Cerino, terrified, quickly pressed her upper body to the ground, her breasts squeezed together, revealing her plump buttocks high, displaying the sacred interior of the married woman.
With the shout to start the competition, the women immediately took out their enema syringes and inserted them into their vaginas. Cerino followed suit, blushing as she slowly moved the strange enema device behind her with her hand. Because of her prone position, she couldn't see clearly behind her and could only feel around with her hand.
Soon, a woman let out a groan. Cerino looked over and saw one of the women already injecting enema fluid into her anus. The Queen quickly sped up, trying to raise her buttocks so her hand could reach further. Finally, she found the opening with her fingers, and Cerino immediately and slowly inserted the enema syringe into her body.
The cool sensation entering her body was something Cerino had never dreamed of. Once bathed in blessings, she had planned to live a simple life with her beloved man, raising children and ruling the country as queen. But the arrival of the Empire's hammer banner shattered everything; her beloved husband was murdered before her eyes… Serene pushed the syringe cap, and the enema fluid immediately entered her body. The queen's snow-white, plump body began to tremble slightly, appearing exceptionally alluring against the backdrop of her black lace brothel.
"Haha, look at that Holy Queen now, her ass is still shaking. Let's just call her the Prostitute Queen from now on," Omor laughed.
"Prostitute Queen? Good name. I think we should call her Serene from now on," Duke Diram nodded.
"Right, as expected of a duke. I wonder what those Western Allies will think when they find out about this. They must be furious. After all, Serene was a woman they married off."
"Let's tally the bets. I bet on Elmina. She seems to harbor resentment towards Serene," Allen said.
“Women, well, I’m on top of Serinu. Being a wife is a very durable profession, hahaha,
” Omor laughed.
“I bet on the priestess,” the Duke also placed his bet.
“I also bet on Serinu,” said the courtesan Bertia, tossing her jeweled ring. “This is my bet. The women of Contanz don’t mind a little gamble.”
Count Omor laughed and glanced at Allen. Then everyone turned their attention to the game. By this time, the women were starting to feel the strain, letting out muffled groans. Then the game entered a new phase. Each contestant held a plug, and they had to insert it into someone else’s anus.
Serinu was starting to feel overwhelmed, as the women moved to each other’s buttocks and hands, forcefully slamming the large, soft plugs into their opponents’ bodies. The women with anal plugs inserted all groaned. From the field, it was nothing more than a competition of beautiful flesh. The priestess had chosen Elmina as her opponent, but as she swayed her hips and slammed the cork into the knight's crotch, the Impatiens knight's eyes were fixed on her.
"I will never let you go, Your Majesty." Elmina crawled slowly to Serene's side, then shoved the cork into the queen's ample buttocks, immediately eliciting a seductive moan from Serene.
The queen, with her voluptuous breasts and buttocks, twisted her alluring body, trembling incessantly.
"You should atone for the sins of all the people of Cornel!" The knight looked at her painfully, then silently left, crawling back to her place, lying naked on the spot, her beautiful eyes still fixed on the queen.
"Looks like I should start thinking about how to use your money." Allen looked at Elmina before him. Generally speaking, as a Western knight, Elmina should be physically stronger than the others.
Indeed, that was the case. From the stage, one could see seven pitiful women, like seven beautiful women, enduring the pain of enemas with their bare bottoms exposed in front of everyone. Especially Sereneu, who at first could barely support her body, but gradually began to lose strength, and the Holy Queen's body began to tremble, emitting low moans.
The other women were the same. The priestess buried her head in the ground, struggling to keep herself still, her breasts trembling violently, bobbing like two balls. Her snow-white, full buttocks rose higher and higher, her moans growing louder.
Sereneu's eyes widened, her breathing constantly adjusting. It was clear from the field that the once noble and dignified Holy Queen was now in heat like a bitch in the slave market, her large buttocks raised, her legs spread wide. A black wooden plug was embedded in the Queen's snow-white buttocks, and with each breath Sereneu took, the plug vibrated slightly, as if it were about to burst out.
The field was filled with the pitiful moans of the beautiful slave women; each one tensed, struggling against the almost unbearable urge to defecate. Everyone was drenched in sweat, everyone was trembling uncontrollably.
Selene gritted her teeth, her brown braids hanging beside her face, her chest heaving violently—her breasts, defeated by the priestess, swayed wildly.
Finally, the first woman couldn't hold on any longer. She screamed and collapsed to the ground, a cork shooting out of her vagina, accompanied by a large amount of semen splattering on the ground. The surrounding crowd laughed, and the woman's face turned deathly pale.
"No, please, don't take me away, give me one more chance, just one more time, please!" The woman's pleading echoed through the crowd as she was dragged away. Selene looked at the defeated woman, knowing that absolute despair awaited her. Perhaps she would be thrown into a cell as a prisoner's sex slave, or become a toy for some perverted person, mating with animals, even strange monsters, all day long; worse still, she might become a breeding subject for magical experiments until the day she was broken.
Thinking of this, Selene gritted her teeth, straining every muscle in her body to resist the almost maddening urge to expel herself. This was insane! The second woman screamed and collapsed to the ground, her **burst through the plug and spilled onto the floor. Then came the third woman, and the fourth. They fared better, managing to maintain their posture and shoot their excrement in the designated direction. According to the rules, the time spent enduring and the distance of the **shot were the criteria for victory.
"Hold on, you bitch knight!"
"Hey, priest of justice and righteousness, for my bet, show me your righteousness!"
"Queen of the Big Butt, I've bet a fortune on you, give it your all!"
The VIPs shouted. At this moment, the priestess reached her limit. Her white breasts convulsed, but she managed to support herself, slowly raising her snow-white buttocks, aiming the hole between her legs at the target. Under the intense pleasure of excretion, she shot her enema fluid to the farthest point among the women.
Seeing the priestess's liberated state, both the female knight and Serene could no longer restrain themselves. Their faces flushed, and they began to tremble violently. Then… no one noticed who ultimately won, because once again the doors of this underground brothel opened. The Empire's most famous beauty, the Ruby Princess Myrcella, born of fire, stormed in. However, unlike before, she was accompanied by only one other person: Myrcella herself and a tall, blonde beauty, both dressed in formal attire.
"It's you again! What are you doing here this time?" Seeing this infuriating figure appear, Count Omor immediately slammed his fist on the table and stood up.
"Not at all, what are you thinking, Your Excellency?" Myrcella smiled and shrugged. "I'm just here with my subordinates on some official business. This royal brothel was originally approved by the Emperor, so I have no right to shut it down.
"
The Ruby Princess glanced slyly at Duke Diram, who stood at the highest point. This was the Duke's previous warning to her, and this time Myrcella returned the favor. She smiled. "So, please continue."
Of course, no one was interested in watching the match anymore. As the daughter of a Grand Duke, and possessing her own private army, coupled with her extraordinary personal influence, Ruby was now at the height of her power within the Empire, and no one dared to confront her directly.
"You, what are you doing here?" Bertia was also taken aback. Although this socialite was a beauty of the Empire, compared to Myrcella's fiery radiance, she paled in comparison, and was completely outmatched in terms of presence.
“If you can come, why can’t I?” Mysera looked at Bertia. “Shouldn’t I have the right to enter?”
“Of course, of course.” The Duke was somewhat speechless. He noticed a blonde noblewoman following behind Mysera. She was an intelligent and gentle-looking noblewoman. Mysera’s other female subordinates were usually dressed in practical, action-packed clothing, but she was unarmed, standing behind Mysera as a noblewoman. “Celice, you’re here too. Speaking of which, isn’t Cecilia with you?”
“Oh, I thought you were all afraid of her.” Mysera laughed.
“I think you’d better not expect her to appear.” The intelligent beauty named Celice also laughed.
“Why?” Allen asked warily.
“Because she has a mission.” Mysera said casually. “This morning I sent her out of the city to wait on the road leading to the slave city of Seraman.”
As soon as these words were spoken, some people present changed their expressions, and they made a brief commotion. Misella, however, seemed quite pleased. She gracefully turned to the side, gesturing for them to proceed. "Celice, please read out these names."
"Understood." Celice gave a graceful bow and walked to the center of the square. "Merchant Rossman, mercenary Dick, priest Neil, merchant Lalanbei, mercenary…"
Celice's clear voice echoed through the square's acoustics, reaching the ears of every guest present. With each name called out, someone stood up in fear, glaring at Misella with hostility.
"Misella, what have you done?" A nobleman stood up in a panic, seemingly uncovered of something shameful.
"To arrest so many people in an instant, it's terrifying, this woman." Another nobleman said this, fear immediately spreading. Every time Celice called out a name, a nobleman would panic, calling to their guards to surround the two in the courtyard.
“No, this is impossible. Even Myrcella, no, even the Grand Duke himself, couldn’t possibly uncover so much evidence against so many nobles in such a short time. There must be something fishy going on.” Allen stood to the side, watching the smug Myrcella, feeling that something was amiss.
“Damn Myrcella, what exactly have you found out?” someone couldn’t help but ask her.
But to everyone’s surprise, Myrcella shook her head: “Huh, when did I say I found anything?”
She turned to Celis and smiled at her, “However, everyone here has given me a good opportunity. It seems I should think carefully about how to investigate you all.”
Upon hearing this, the panicked nobles immediately changed their expressions, realizing they had been fooled.
The Ruby Princess dared to barge in here to lure them out. The disgraced nobles immediately gathered their guards and surrounded the two women.
“What an impatient bunch! It’s disgusting that you people are nobles from our Empire of Falt.
” Misella’s face darkened. “I’ll remember the faces of these gentlemen.” With that, she turned to leave.
“You think I’ll let you go?” One of the nobles called to his soldiers. A guard was about to thrust his spear at the unsuspecting Misella from behind when suddenly a hand reached out and deftly elbowed the soldier to the ground.
“This is truly an eye-opener for me. Is this how the nobles of the Imperial Falt treat two unarmed noble ladies?” A handsome man stepped forward and knocked the poor soldier to the ground. “If anyone else wants to cause trouble for these two ladies, I’m willing to be their opponent.”
The man drew his sword, but dared not strike again, for the nobles knew that neither this man nor Misella herself were easy targets. And so, Misella and Celis, protected by the man, walked out the door. Outside, a female Taoist priest from a distant land leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smiling as she watched them.
“How boring. I thought I’d have a chance to make an appearance,” the foreign Taoist priest, Xue Lian, shrugged. “But I didn’t expect Ares to insist on following.”
“Actually, neither of you needed to,” Misella tugged at her long red hair. “Because from the beginning, those nobles didn’t dare do anything to me. Everything was within the plan.”
“You really are too confident and audacious, aren’t you?” Ares laughed and cried at the same time.
"Of course, who do you think I am?" Misella turned around proudly. "I am the daughter of the Grand Duke of the Empire, born of fire."
The assembled nobles were thrown into chaos. Those who had been lured out of their predicament by Misella scrambled to discuss countermeasures, each one on high alert.
"The Crown Prince of Nelfa, the next Emperor, Ares," Allen murmured the man's name, secretly watching Misella and her entourage swagger away. Allen would never forget that noble and proud red figure, for it was this woman's arrival that had ruined his family's reputation, imprisoned his father, confiscated the family fortune, and forced him to accept this stigmatized title, inheriting a dilapidated fortune.
He vowed that one day he would repay that woman for everything he had suffered.

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