Anti-Japanese War Princess

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In Shanghai, the capital of China, dozens of doctors, completely wrapped like mummies and carrying numerous woven bags, hurried along the street, oblivious to everyone else.

The local residents were already used to this sight. Recently, the Sun Army had established a Western-style hospital next to the Vatican, a collaboration to provide free medical care to war-displaced vagrants. Every two weeks, a group of homeless people would enter, and those who came out invariably praised the service provided by the nuns at the Vatican. Although, like today, large groups of doctors from the hospital would occasionally go to the Vatican to collect medical waste, the residents turned a blind eye for the sake of the benefits.

One doctor complained to a colleague with disgust, "More medical waste to deal with. When will this damn life ever end?"

"Keep your voice down, or the director will hear you and you'll be in big trouble." "Ha, look, look who's here!"

The Vatican's doors slowly opened, and a flamboyantly styled sports car sped out and drove away.

"Wow, this car! I really want one..."

"Don't even think about it, you idiot. This car costs enough to buy an entire street." The sports car sped along the main road to a tree-lined path outside the city.

Zara enjoyed the feeling of racing in the suburbs. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would take her sports car out for a few laps. She

took off her nun's robe and let her hair down. Having served God devoutly as a saint since childhood, perhaps only when she was alone in this car would she reveal her true self.

Pong...

"What?? A flat tire??" Zara struggled to steer the unbalanced sports car, drifting through the mud.

"Hmm, looks like it's man-made." The moment the car stopped, Zara saw a group of bandits-like men rushing towards her with various weapons. Iron bars were wedged into the wheels, surrounding the car completely.

"Hahaha, boss, look at this car! Looks like we've caught a big fish today!" "Yeah, things have been chaotic lately, we haven't been able to make any money. Finally, we've caught a big one for the brothers to enjoy. Hey! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of the car!"

The car door had barely opened a crack when the bandits smelled an elegant perfume they'd never heard before. Unlike the greasy, powdery smell of brothels, this fragrance alone was enough to make them feel refreshed.

A small foot in a white leather high-heeled riding boot hesitated for a moment before slowly touching the dirty mud.

A peerless beauty, seemingly not of this world, stepped out of the car and stood gracefully among a group of disheveled bandits.

Her smooth, flowing golden curls cascaded naturally over her shoulders. A white sweater couldn't contain her devilishly alluring figure, and her long legs, encased in black stockings, were clad in a white mini-skirt. Clear, bright wine-red pupils, slender willow-leaf eyebrows, long eyelashes trembling slightly, and skin as cold as ice, unadorned yet subtly pink, with thin, cherry-like lips as delicate and dewy as rose petals. The beautifully contoured face, coupled with the noble and pure aura emanating from within, caused the bandits, long deprived of meat, to experience a sudden, intense erection.

"Boss... Boss... she's a foreign girl..."

"I've never... seen such a beautiful woman..."

"Kill her... we must kill her today..."

"Boss, you must kidnap her and take her back to the stronghold... even if it's just to see her every day... I'd die happy..." Zara remained unmoved by the bandits' vulgar words, silently pulling out her identification and handing it to the bandit leader.

She remembered that the bandits in this area had already surrendered to the puppet army, betraying their country for personal gain; she figured they wouldn't dare do anything to her, a noblewoman from the Sheng Yang military.

"I am the Archbishop of the Vatican, so if you know what's good for you, get out of here. I don't want your tire money anymore, just disappear from my sight!"

The bandit leader didn't even bother to take the identification; instead, he grabbed Zha La's small hand that was reaching towards him. The filthy, calloused hand was like the gaping maw of a ravenous beast, swallowing the tender flesh before him and chewing it.

"What... big... pig's feet... hehe... look at this little hand... so tender and smooth..." The bandit felt the soft, smooth jade in his hand; what an intoxicating sensation it would be if this slippery hand were gently caressing and stroking his penis!

"You...get your dog paws off me! I'm a nobleman from Shengyang! Believe me or not, one word from me can make your entire bandit stronghold disappear from here tonight... Waaah...what do you want to do?!" "Hold her down!! Quick!! Ouch, that hurts! How dare you kick me!! Grab her feet!! Quick!!" Zara had learned the official language of China, and although she still had a heavy accent, she thought it was enough for her to communicate without any problems. Little did she know that the language of China was complex; outside the city, there was a different dialect every hundred miles. These bandits weren't very familiar with the official language to begin with, and with Zara's Roman accent, they couldn't understand a word she was saying. Poor Zara was like a scholar encountering bandits, unable to reason with them at all.

"Damn it...you can't understand human language at all!! Well, this one can understand, right?!" Zara drew her pistol and pulled the trigger hard at the bandit leader. Realizing he had bitten off more than he could chew, the bandit leader was so scared he almost wet himself, and the rabble, without a leader, could only scatter and flee.

*Snap, snap…*

“What… how could this be… oh no… I just fired all my bullets when the Vatican executed a heretic refugee…”

“Who the hell are you trying to fool!” The bandit leader, who had narrowly escaped death, slapped Zara so hard she was dizzy, even knocking off her Bluetooth earpiece, which landed in the mud, severing her last means of calling for help. Zara’s eyes were filled with tears, her cheeks slightly swollen. Having always been of high status and obediently cute, even her father couldn’t bear to hit her.

The church’s saintess, disheveled, her snow-white skin radiating a holy light, struggled helplessly amidst the filthy bandits, trying to avoid the caresses of countless large hands on her body. The stimulating scene drove the bandits mad, their eyes bloodshot as they roared.

"Please... I promise I won't report you when I get back... I'll give you whatever you want... Please..."

"Hahaha, little beauty, I want your money, and I want you too. Once you become my wife, everything you're yours will be mine, hahaha." The bandits understood the pleas, showing how many people had fallen victim to this bandit gang over the years.

The bandits grabbed Zara, slammed her onto the back seat of the sports car, tore off strips of cloth from their own clothes, and ripped at her attire. The luxurious interior of the sports car, the spacious leather seats, were, in the eyes of these naive bandits, the perfect bridal chamber. The tattered clothes were scattered everywhere inside the car.

"No... let me go... you can't do anything to me anyway!" The bandits quickly understood the meaning of those words. The bandit leader excitedly ripped off Zara's skirt, but instead of the expected erotic scene, he saw a steel chastity belt protecting the saint's last shred of dignity.

"Damn it, what happened to this foreign girl? She's only learned this thing and nothing else!!! Even our women don't use this anymore."

After trying to pull it but only leaving deep bloodstains on his fingers, the bandit leader, enraged, grabbed Zara's hair and slapped her twice.

The elegant saint, subjected to the bandit's violence, was no longer the aloof and reserved woman she once was. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded softly, praying for God's mercy.

"Damn it, I'll take this thing back and deal with it slowly. I'll use a chainsaw to cut this melon off!

Now, use your asshole to relieve your lust!"

The bandit violently flipped Zara over, his thick, dark penis reeking of stench, lubricated with his saliva, and forcefully pressed against Zara's anus. Zara, thinking she was saved, had no idea that men's desire for women's bodies far exceeded her imagination.

"What?! No...no!! How can you do that there, ahhh!!!" The lubrication from saliva was just a drop in the ocean; the bandit leader's enormous penis was clearly the wrong size for Zara's untouched anus. Eager to release his pent-up desire, the bandit leader showed no mercy. Before her delicate, tight anus could even adjust to the intruding object, it was brutally torn open by the massive penis. Crimson blood seeped from her anus, staining the dark penis a pale crimson, like the blood of a virgin.

Zara's tight anus gripped the bandit leader's penis tightly, leaving not a single gap. Her tender anus, in conjunction with her intestines, spasmed in pain, as if countless tiny hands were squeezing and massaging the penis, giving the bandit leader immense pleasure. With the

upper hand firmly in his grasp, the bandit leader's hands, filled with fanaticism, tightly embraced Zara's delicate body from behind, his massive frame pressing her against the back of the seat, rendering her immobile. His left hand slid up his waist, kneading and rubbing his breasts, while his right hand yanked Zara's hair. In pain, Zara turned her head as the bandit leader pulled her, her cherry lips enveloped by his large mouth.

Zara felt a hot, thick iron rod being thrust into and torn at her lower body, causing excruciating pain. A large tongue, reeking of strong stench, forced its way into her mouth, scooping up her saliva. Her tongue was captured and sucked into the bandit leader's mouth, held between his lips, unable to move, his thick tongue licking hers again and again.

"Ugh...ugh..."

Their saliva mingled, splitting in their entanglement, pouring into each other's throats. Zara felt nauseous, her perfect body writhing weakly like a withered flower, writhing with the bandit leader's movements.

As the bandit leader's breathing grew heavier, his thick penis was buried all the way into her anus, pushing against Zara's delicate belly, making it seem as if the shape of his penis was protruding. The rough thrusting caused Zara to cry and drool uncontrollably.

"It hurts...no...hum...uh...woo..."

The penis thrust in and out fiercely, forcing open the folds of flesh, plunging straight in amidst the entanglement of her horny anus. It felt like being tightly bitten and sucked by a small mouth, an indescribable pleasure.

"So good...this foreign chick...is really...a top-notch beauty...those rotten women in brothels can't compare...I'll take her back and fuck her for three days and three nights..." Zara's fair, snow-white skin turned red as if burned by lust, fine beads of fragrant sweat covering her body. The violent thrusting made her body sway uncontrollably, as if her heart was about to burst out. The hard penis seemed to pierce through her body, penetrate her soul. Her tender anus was being relentlessly and violently pounded, the intense sensation making her feel like she was ascending to heaven. Under the bandit leader's violent thrusting, she could only sway her hips in rhythm to alleviate the pain, but the bandits watching thought she was in heat and laughed loudly.

"Look, how hard this foreign chick is shaking, she'll even get aroused from being fucked in the ass!" "No way... Waaah... God... save your unfilial subjects..." *Pfft! Pfft!*

A large amount of hot semen filled Zara's anus, wave after wave pounding against her intestines. The unimaginable stimulation of ejaculation made Zara's delicate body tremble, her jade neck arched high, her wine-red eyes slightly rolled back.

The intense sex even made the bandit leader a little unable to take it, he swayed as he climbed out of the sports car, looking at the bandits who were masturbating with red eyes, "It's your turn! Remember, this chick is my future wife, be careful when you play with her! One shot per person at most, whoever ruins her body I'll kill on the spot!!" "Yes, yes, yes... This foreign chick is simply a celestial being, how could we bear to fuck her to death... Everyone, go for it!!" The gorgeous sports car was filled with disheveled and dirty bandits. Like a peerless beauty, Venus, the goddess of beauty in ancient Roman legend, her skin, more delicate than jade, was defiled by the bandits, stained with filth and sweat.

"Ugh... ugh... help me..."

Her body, smoother than silk, was meticulously played with by the bandits. It was incredibly elastic, squeezed and pulled, they couldn't bear to part with it.

Her large, beautiful breasts, her flat stomach without a single ounce of fat, were bitten and licked by the bandits. The disgusting sensation, like countless caterpillars crawling all over her body with slime, gradually made Zara's expression turn from sorrow to blush. She closed her eyes and let out soft moans from her small mouth, "Ah, oh, mmm..." Zara

emitted low, delicate moans that were both painful and pleasurable, both sorrowful and yearning. Her holy beauty, like an angel descended to earth, only fueled the men's most savage and primal desire for conquest amidst this humiliation! She possessed a beauty that could ignite the most primal instincts in men, and her elegant yet bewitching aura made her enigmatic, a blend of good and evil. She was both a proud and beautiful princess tragically captured and humiliated, and a bold and unrestrained queen provoking strong men to conquer her.

The bandits greedily caressed and explored Zara's delicate body with their hands and tongues, from her waist, chest, and thighs.

They then bit into her alabaster cheeks, gently nibbling at her earlobes, and slowly licking and kissing her way down her neck… The subtle scent of Zara's expensive perfume further captivated the bandits, leaving them utterly mesmerized.

Especially her beautiful face, with its unique Western charm, was breathtakingly beautiful even through the tears streaming down her face. Her features were clear yet soft, her eyes bright and sparkling, typical of Westerners, her nose straight and high yet delicate, and her skin whiter than a snowfield, yet so smooth and delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch. Looking at her, one couldn't help but wonder if she was an angel descended from heaven.

A bandit forcefully thrust his penis into her warm, moist mouth, pressing it against the soft flesh of her palate, while her smooth, fragrant tongue pressed tightly against it. She held it in her mouth, deeply engulfing it, slowly sliding it over her tongue, pushing it deeper into her cherry-like lips. Her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, her head was grabbed by the bandit, the back of her head violently shaken up and down, her mouth and tongue rubbing against the surface. Her whimpering, tearful cries gave the bandit a morbid sadistic pleasure.

The black stockings had already been torn open, revealing her fair, delicate legs, which appeared even more alluring against the backdrop of the stockings. The bandits used their hands and mouths to examine the captivating curves and smooth texture of the girl's legs. Her riding boots had already been removed, and one bandit grabbed Zara's small, black-stockinged feet, forcefully tearing a hole in the sole. He inserted his fully erect penis into the tear in the stockings, pressing against the flawless flesh of Zara's sole. He then pressed his penis down with the sole of her other foot, gripping her ankles and squeezing and kneading them forcefully. The slippery touch of her soles, the smooth texture of the high-quality stockings, moistened by pre-ejaculate, made the scene incredibly lewd. Zara's slender, fair feet, in front of the bandits' bulging, dark, and smelly penises, were like a little white rabbit caught in the jaws of a python, pitiful and vulnerable.

Zara's delicate, limp wrist was tightly gripped by two bandits. Her hands, like transparent jade, were untouched by the elements, without a single callus or blemish, even the faint blue veins beneath the skin were visible—a sight to behold. One bandit first licked the back of Zara's fair, jade-like hand, then smeared saliva along its elegant curves, moving upwards to take each of her slender, jade-like fingers into his mouth, sucking vigorously, savoring the smooth, tender flesh and elegant fragrance. Only when Zara's entire beautiful hand was covered in disgusting, foul-smelling saliva did he reluctantly remove it from his mouth, then, using the lubrication of the saliva, vigorously rubbed and stroked his penis. The foul grime on the penis was brushed off by Zara's moist jade hand, mixing with the saliva and turning a disgusting blackish-yellow, flowing down Zara's alabaster-white hand. The bandits, seeing their bodily filth taint the flawless body of the exquisite young girl, felt no shame, but rather a morbid pleasure, as if a perfect work of art was being destroyed in their hands.

Zara was like a lone boat adrift helplessly in a sea of desire, able only to pray to God in despair. Every inch of her skin had become a tool for the vile bandits' lustful gratification, even her anus was controlled and conquered by them. Yet, a faint, elusive pleasure rose from every tainted inch of her skin, spreading throughout her body, concentrating in her groin, causing her pure flower path to slowly ooze honey-like fluid, soaking her chastity belt.

This feeling of shame was something the saintly girl, who had devoutly served God since childhood and whose heart was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, had never experienced in her entire life.

Zara was astonished to find that her prayers had somehow turned into shameful moans, which she felt were utterly immoral yet unwilling to stop. The bandits had long since stopped holding her body; she was actually writhing instinctively, rubbing the penises in her soles, manipulating the dildos in her hands, her slender waist responding to the rhythm of the penises inside her anus.

"Look at this slut! I told you all foreign women are like this, you have to fuck her hard to make her happy!" What… I… am a slut… disgusting… uncomfortable… but also a little happy… shoot… please shoot me hard… God… your people have succumbed to the demons within… please send me to hell… As if responding to Zara's wishes, the bandits ejaculated, smearing her entire body. Even her beautiful face was smeared with the foul-smelling semen.

Before she could even enjoy the afterglow of ejaculation, she was pulled off the vehicle by the impatient bandits behind her. The newly boarded bandits pounced on the fallen angel…

[The End]

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