The Noble Game 1-10 is complete.

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Title: The Noble Game
Author: trsmk2

(I) The Rope Walking Game
The ancient and weathered Eastern Empire, once under the banner of the God of War and the Blood Hammer symbolizing blood and fire, saw its armies conquer east and west, gradually becoming a vast nation encompassing a large territory.
However, with conflicts with the Western world, years of war have exhausted this ancient empire. Although it still possesses a powerful military, internal corruption is inevitable. The country is filled with bureaucratic corruption and blind extravagance, leading to a decadent lifestyle for the upper nobility and a deplorable existence for the lower classes.
Meanwhile, not only are there constant battles on the borders, but the empire is also gradually losing control of its occupied territories, with frequent internal strife.
In the capital, Earl Allen is currently traveling by sedan chair to what can be described as the most corrupt, decadent, and dark city . One of the 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 law.
For ordinary citizens, they will never be able to see the whole picture in their lifetime, only able to look at the ever-burning lights from afar and fantasize about the sensual scenes inside.
However, even for a young nobleman like Allen, he still needs to be careful, because revealing any inside information about the games here will damage the reputation of the nobles and wealthy merchants who come here for entertainment. Keeping one's mouth shut is an absolutely essential principle here.
The young count entered the venue. Upon opening the heavily guarded gates, a wave of luxurious fragrance immediately enveloped him. Flickering flames danced in crystal lampstands, the intoxicating aroma of wine mingled with the strong perfumes of noblewomen, and musicians were everywhere. Even the curtains were crafted from finely made yellow silk. Everything here represented the highest level of service reserved for the wealthy and powerful.
Some even joked that even the emperor's palace couldn't compare to the royal brothel in the capital—a mere anecdote, but one that nonetheless highlighted the brothel's opulence. However, most people wouldn't understand the true meaning behind that statement. Because what one could see inside the venue was merely wealth in the ordinary sense; what truly captivated the nobles and wealthy merchants was the underground portion of the venue.
For ordinary people, sexual intercourse was sufficient to satisfy their spiritual emptiness. But for the empire's patrons, who had slept with countless women, they had long lost interest in ordinary sex. Now, they unanimously turned their attention to another, more stimulating and perverse game.
They called it the "noble game."
Allen entered the underground venue, and through a long, dark corridor, his vision suddenly opened up. It was a huge, circular... The arena was divided into small sections, filled with people, while the walls and ceiling were illuminated, making the entire venue dazzling and bustling.
Fine wine and food? That was certainly appealing, but the most alluring thing here was the moaning of women.
The beauties here were divided into two types: those who served the wealthy patrons, and those who provided them with pleasure—sex slaves.
Without exception, all those providing services were the most beautiful women in the empire, but not the highest class, because most of them were slaves. One of the enormous riches brought by war was these beauties from enemy countries; they might have once been... Merchants' daughters, priestesses, nobles, even royalty—after their countries were conquered, they all became the same kind of people—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, with ten noble and alluring beauties straddling them. The rough rope was deeply embedded in each of their full, beautiful buttocks. With each step, the deliberately rough rope constantly stimulated their sensitive private parts, eliciting soft moans.
Meanwhile, each of them had their hands tied behind their backs, wore high heels, and was not allowed to fall, 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, and 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 with sweat. Each step left a long, damp trail.
Not only that, but every so often there was a knot in the rope. The beauties had to endure intense stimulation as they navigated these knots. With each knot, the rough, bristly rope slowly seeped into their flesh, then sank deep, stimulating their sensitive genitals, before suddenly slid out, leaving a bright, pubic mark, 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.
Failure meant certain cruel punishment. 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 chosen as a contestant in the next game, at which point she would be temporarily freed. Otherwise, this would be her lifelong ordeal.
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 fared even worse. Some were to be trained as beautiful dogs forever, while others were thrown into dark cells, forever... To endure the defilement of monstrous creatures, generation after generation producing offspring for them.
Such cruel punishment drove every participating beauty to exert all her might, twisting her alluring body, thrusting out her plump buttocks, enduring wave after wave of pleasure, striving to complete the competition.
Watching these once noble women now straddle the ropes naked like bitches, straining forward with every step, their panting breaths audible, their breasts swaying, their legs trembling, and the glistening wetness left behind, most of the men became excited. They stood up, shouting the beauties' numbers.
"Go! Go! Get moving!"
"If you lose, I'll grab you and have you fucked a hundred times!" "
Of course, besides sex, money is also a concern for these big spenders. They bet on corresponding beauties to win corresponding sums of money, so if they lose, these poor women have to endure the gamblers' wrath, and this wrath is often repaid with their bodies.
" "Long time no see, Earl Allen." This was an old man over fifty years old, his magnificent robes and extraordinary temperament indicating his status. Duke Diram, sitting in the highest seat, 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 thin, lewd Earl Omor approached. He was a sinister man, a power holder in the empire.
"This battle was truly magnificent, defeating the 'Konir' Kingdom in one fell swoop, and even capturing that Holy Queen known for her gentle beauty. You also came to see that saintly queen perform like a dog, right? But you will be disappointed, she didn't appear this time." "
“It’s alright, 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 limited in territory, 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 been willing to form an alliance with the Western countries like those smaller nations, she wouldn’t have ended up with her country destroyed and her people wiped out.”
Diram smiled. “But don’t be disappointed, ‘Cornier’ is a country teeming with beautiful women, you won’t lack fun.”
“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 toward the finish line, but strangely, each of them was equipped differently.
At the front was a woman with a dashing sky-blue ponytail. She was slender, well-proportioned, and full of healthy beauty, looking like a former valiant female swordsman or knight. Unlike the other women, her hands were bound, and her eyes were blindfolded, revealing a glimpse of an inserted penis through her tight anus.
"If I'm not mistaken, she's the Queen's captain of the guard, the Elune Knight, known as the 'Hard Rose Knight'," the young man said quietly.
"Hmph, good eye, Earl Allen," Omor said. "This Elune is a famous female knight, said to have a fierce temper. I never expected her to be walking on ropes like a dog."
Allen turned back, continuing to gaze at the alluring figure of the "Hard Rose Knight." Unable to see what was in front of her, the protruding knots of the rope were a cruel ordeal for her. The woman walked laboriously on the rope, her long, beautiful legs tightly pressed together, taking each step cautiously, the unknown pain of not knowing when she would encounter a knot making it even more unbearable.
Meanwhile, to intensify this fear of the unknown, Elmina was forced to drink a diuretic. Therefore, besides not being able to collapse, her rules included not letting the penis fall out of her anus and not being able to incontinent.
As for why she was different from others, that's the evil aspect of this game. People imposed various restrictions on different women, partly for the sadistic aesthetic, and partly to bet that the more restrictions a woman faced, the more likely she was to fail, thus increasing the odds.
So, poor Elmina had to tightly clench her legs, contract her anus, and suppress the urge to defecate as she continued forward. The stimulation of her three orifices nearly drove the brave female knight mad.
Especially when she accidentally crossed the knot, the sudden pleasure surged through her defenses like an electric current, leaving her weak and almost collapsing. The female knight swayed, her beautiful body resembling a gourd. She bent over, her legs tightly intertwined. This sudden action was strange, but soon people noticed a glistening trail of water flowing from between Elmina's legs to the ground.
"Haha, the Impatiens Knight has lost control of her bladder! What kind of knight is she? Shameless! Urinating in public!" Laughter mixed with curses reached Elmina's ears. Of course, according to the rules, this minor lapse was nothing, but the jeers from the audience made the usually self-assured knight feel utterly ashamed. She stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"
But on the other side, another soft moaning sound passed by Elmina.
On another rope, a beautiful woman with long black hair was also walking with difficulty, her legs tightly gripping the rope.
Compared to Elmina, this woman was more voluptuous, especially her slender waist paired with her enormous breasts. As she walked on the thick ropes, her large breasts swayed up and down due to her unbalanced body, and copper bells were strung on her nipples, seemingly to draw the audience's attention to her large breasts.
To further restrict her movement, there were even horizontal chains between her feet, and her high heels made it so that she could only take a small step at a time with each swaying gait.
“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, Leilia,” Omor interrupted. “Haha, look closely at her huge breasts. They sway as she walks, like she’s going to break her back. It’s 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, serving 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 saw only the last woman, swaying as she walked 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 ahead. The friction on her most sensitive area sent a surge of intense pleasure through her brain, and she lost her balance, finally falling.
"Oh, never mind," Allen said, tilting his head.
"You placed a bet too, sir?"
"I bet on Elmina," 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 continued. The female knight, Elmina, was faster, but more restricted. The blindfold left her disoriented, while the penis inserted into her anus constantly stimulated her sensitive flesh, causing her to let out alluring moans. They were nearing the finish line.
Amidst cheers and laughter, the two poor women struggled, their snow-white, full bodies writhing, emitting moans mixed with pain and pleasure, two glistening wet streaks running down their faces as they swayed towards the finish line.
"Ah, mmm, mmm, ah, ah, mmm!" The female knight suppressed the pleasure in her lower body, slowly advancing step by step. Suddenly, perhaps due to distraction, Elmina's smooth lower body 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, and although she managed to hold back the urge to urinate, she inevitably lost her balance.
To regain her balance, Elmina could only continue forward, stumbling and scrambling. Her genitals rubbed against the rough rope, causing her to moan repeatedly, a sight that thrilled everyone present.
The priestess fared slightly better. Because she wasn't blindfolded, Lelia could at least see when to cross the knots. Whenever a knot appeared, she would tightly tuck her lower body in, clenching her teeth and carefully making her way through.
However, due to the chained high heels, especially the heavy left toe and the heavier 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 losing her balance, Leilia gritted her teeth and pushed forward with all her might.
Just as Leilia was about to reach the finish line...
"Stop! Everyone, halt!" A proud yet authoritative young female voice rang out from the main entrance, just as the nobles inside were still immersed in their erotic revelry.
A group of fully armed women burst in through the doors and headed straight for 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." As he spoke, 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 radiant. Beside her were dozens of fully armed women, members of Misella's Blazing Knights. Most of them were from minor noble families, each possessing alluring beauty, formidable strength, and extraordinary bearing, and were absolutely loyal to Misella.
"The ruby born of the Empire's fiery kiss, Princess Misella," Allen said softly, sitting to the side. Within the Empire, few could rival Miscella's reputation. She was the heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in the Empire, the daughter of a Grand Duke, and legend had it that she was born of fire, a daughter of fire, a bride of fire.
Miscella herself shone like a fiery ruby, an idol in the hearts of the people, a princess, a war goddess. At a young age, she commanded a loyal knightly order, achieving victory after victory on the battlefield and governing with wisdom outside the battlefield. Her fiery passion warmed the hearts of all like the sun, making her arguably one of the few upholders of order among the current rulers of the Empire.
"So you are here, Earl Allen. I'm truly disappointed," Miscella said, glancing 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 Myrcella. “Even if it were you, a ruby born of fire, would you dare challenge the authority of the nobility?”
“Hmph, you corrupting insects of the empire, calling yourselves nobles, yet you come here to toy with and humiliate women for your own amusement!” Myrcella snorted. “Where have you placed your pride and self-restraint as nobles?”
“Don’t forget, you are one of us.” Diram’s face darkened. “What are you doing here with your troops? Do you want to liberate these women? Haven’t you figured it out? These women are prisoners of war from an enemy nation. According to imperial law, we have the right to keep them as our slaves.”
“You’re right, Your Grace. As long as nobles like you exist, even liberating more women will be futile.” Myrcella paused. “Sooner or later, I will eradicate slavery from the empire.”
“Then I’ll wait and see, Princess Ruby.” Diram grinned maliciously, lowering his head. “However, that day hasn’t arrived yet…”
“Take them down!” Before Diram could speak, Misella interrupted. 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 fierce battle ensued between them and 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 will 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. This violates the laws of the empire. Do you understand what that means?”
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 perfectly 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 a light silk dress, 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, then stepped forward, wielding it with confidence and composure, slaying the surrounding foes. In just a few moments, six soldiers lay on 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 Eastern land.
"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 away.
As she left, she glanced at Allen and the others, warning, "If you don't stop now, you'll be next."
Watching Miscella's departing figure, all the remaining nobles and merchants secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Few were willing to confront the currently powerful Miscella, while Allen, the young count, sat alone in his chair, a cold smile playing on his lips.
"The ruby born of the Empire's fire, such audacity and courage—she's certainly a woman worth confronting. You wait, one day I, Allen, will trample you underfoot, strip you naked, and make you grovel before me, begging for mercy. You wait, you're my next target!"

(This post was edited by libojbu on 2018-03-06 12:13)

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