Black Star 1-2

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1. God's Blindness

At dusk, a light drizzle fell. Looking out the car window, the streetlights seemed to grow larger. It was
an orange halo, dazzling to the eye.

The car drove along the dark, damp streets. On the sidewalks on both sides, violent crimes continued to
occur, like a long take in a movie.

This was a city teeming with crime; criminals, like maggots, kept emerging from the ground.

Besides maggots, the rest were ants.

The lives of the citizens, like ants, often ended without warning, lying dead in the streets.
They eked out a living here, praying for God's favor. But this seemed to be
a place God could never see.

Bang! Bang!

From somewhere, someone fired. The tongues of fire from the gun, like lightning,
illuminated the entire dark night sky for a moment. But Susan knew that in that instant, another unfortunate soul
would be mercilessly taken from their life.

Bang!

Not far away, a group of thugs smashed up a jewelry store on the street corner, bursting inside with weapons. The masked
leader, brandishing a semi-automatic rifle, fired a burst of bullets at the ceiling.

"Help—" a woman screamed from inside the store. But passersby seemed not to hear,
quickening their pace with their heads down.

The thugs rampaged through the display cases by the entrance, tearing dazzling jewelry from the mannequin busts and stuffing it
into black cloth bags they had prepared beforehand.

Susan's booted foot lightly touched the brake, slowing the car. Her fists were
clenched so tightly on the steering wheel that they were practically beating themselves; she wanted nothing more than to get out and teach those lawless thugs a lesson.

But in the end, she didn't get out. By day, she was the police chief, punishing evil
and promoting good. But at night, she had another identity.

Susan glanced at her watch; the hands pointed to 6:30, very close to the agreed time
. Getting off the bus now would inevitably delay their journey.

"Shut up! If you dare utter another sound, I'll blow your head off!" the leader of the thugs
threatened viciously, the muzzle of his gun already pressed against the temple of the female shop owner cowering in the corner.

Susan peered through the smashed shop window and saw that the female shop owner was not alone, crouching on the ground
, holding a little girl who looked only seven or eight years old. The little girl was crying hysterically, as if she wanted to
vomit her throat out.

"Boss, we've almost packed everything up, let's go!"
said another masked man holding a submachine gun.

"Retreat!" The gang leader waved, signaling his accomplices to get into a jeep that was already waiting at the door.
He stepped on the gas and sped away.

Inside the jewelry store, shards of glass littered the floor. The shop owner and her child, as if afraid of
cutting their feet, remained huddled in a corner, wailing.

Susan rolled down the window, wanting to comfort them. But after hesitating, she rolled it up again.

Just as the window was about to reach the top, she heard the little girl sob, "Mommy!
Why doesn't Black Star Woman punish these villains?" The shop owner hugged the girl tighter, saying, "Black Star Woman has
abandoned us; she won't find us again!" Black Star Woman?!

Susan's body suddenly trembled, and her face paled even more. She seemed to realize something,
quickly pressing the accelerator and accelerating, speeding along the road.

She sped up, and the scenery on both sides of the street seemed to blur, as if someone had suddenly pressed
the fast-forward button on a television, sending crime scenes flashing by in the corner of Susan's eye.

As the car drove out of the city, the number of people gradually decreased, and the crime scenes became increasingly rare.
Eventually, there was no one left to be seen on either side of the lonely road.

On the suburban highway, the streetlights looked lonely, especially in this gloomy, rainy weather. This made Susan
feel somewhat depressed, so she pressed the accelerator even harder, as if trying to make the car fly, speeding along
.

All day, she was buried in thick case files. She had no interest in looking at these files anymore;
if she really investigated them closely, she would find that every single one of them was closely connected to the White Gang. As long as
the White Gang was involved, these cases would eventually be left unsolved, disappearing without a trace. She was tired of this life;
the daily hustle and bustle seemed merely a facade for the citizens, with little real change in reality.

Fewer pedestrians on the road, and Susan drove faster, as if she were in a hurry
.

On either side of the road stretched a lush green farm, which should have been a vibrant scene, but
the rainy weather, coupled with the incessant cawing of crows circling overhead, transformed it into a
Gothic landscape.

If it weren't for the ancient castle standing beside the road, Susan would probably have floored the accelerator,
speeding along this deserted road forever.

The castle looked somewhat eerie; if it weren't for the faint light shining from two windows in the tower,
one would surely think they had arrived at Dracula's castle. Several bats
fluttered around the castle's spires, like withered yellow leaves that would never fall to the ground.

A little over a year ago, Baron Grotta's Castle was the most eye-catching place in the entire city. Mrs. Grotta
's stunning beauty and captivating figure always attracted the attention of many wealthy men and nobles when she danced gracefully on the ballroom
. But a year ago, tragic news suddenly broke in the newspapers: Mrs. Grotta had been
kidnapped by a group of bandits nicknamed Bluebeard, and in a fierce battle with the police, she was tragically killed by a stray bullet. Since then, the castle has
fallen into disrepair, gradually becoming deserted.

Many gentlemen passing by the castle would slow their cars in front of it; the air there seemed to still retain
the lingering fragrance of Mrs. Grotta.

However, only a very few people in the entire city knew what had happened to Lady Glota.
Unfortunately, Susan was one of them.

Susan's car slowly drove off the road and stopped in front of the castle gate. A moat stretched across the castle
gate, spanned by a stone bridge. Driving across the bridge was, of course, a pipe dream. However,
although the castle didn't have a parking lot, there was a large open space along the riverbank, enough to accommodate forty or fifty cars.

Susan turned off the engine and sat in the driver's seat, seemingly lost in thought. She appeared extremely reluctant to get
out of the car.

Knock, knock, knock! Someone knocked loudly on the hood of the car.

It was an ugly dwarf, who was now the castle's gatekeeper. Of course, he also had another duty
: lookout.

Through the car window, Susan could hear the dwarf cursing incessantly. Although she couldn't make out
what he was saying with his yellowed mouth, Susan could guess it wasn't anything pleasant.

"What an annoying dwarf!" Susan muttered, pushing open the car door and stepping out.

Having changed out of her police uniform, Susan no longer looked as capable as she did at the police station. Her long, golden, curly hair
cascaded down her shoulders, giving her a somewhat alluring appearance. A black blazer over a snow-white
shirt stretched taut over her ample bosom, making both layers of clothing appear fuller. The shirt buttons went just to her collarbone
, revealing a large section of her swan-like neck and a vast expanse of breasts almost as smooth as silk. Her
business skirt clung tightly to her hips, outlining her captivating figure. Her skirt reached just above her knees,
below which were two sections of fair, straight calves, and on her feet were chunky-heeled ankle boots that barely covered her ankles.
As she walked, those around her couldn't help but hold their breath, fearing she might take too big a step and
tear the ill-fitting skirt.

"Hurry up and go in! The doctor and the others are waiting for you!" the dwarf said.

Susan was thirty-two years old this year, and like more than a year ago, she was still single. Her figure, never having given birth,
was well-maintained, like a young girl's. As she lifted her feet and walked towards the old stone bridge in front of the castle,
her hips, encased in her skirt, swayed exaggeratedly from side to side.

The dwarf couldn't enter the castle because he had other work to do. However, standing before the stone bridge,
watching Susan's figure disappear into the deepening night, he couldn't help but drool. The stone bridge leading to the castle was overgrown with dark green plants, and grass three or four centimeters high

sprouted from the gaps between the planks . Susan knew that although this place looked desolate, it would become as lively as it used to be whenever gangsters gathered. The castle gates were also covered with ivy, giving it a primitive feel. When the gates opened to the sides, the hinges creaked and groaned , sending chills down one's spine. 　　"Sheriff Whitman, you've finally arrived! Dr. Harman and the Cheese Knight have been waiting for you upstairs for a long time !" Several gangsters sat around the fireplace, their hairy faces revealing yellowed, blackened teeth . They stared at the beautiful sheriff, their eyes filled with mockery and sarcasm. 　　Susan? Whitman, a serious and capable detective at the police station, couldn't help but show fear and shyness here. Ignoring the gangsters' teasing, she ascended the spiral staircase, climbing step by step to the second floor. 　　The castle looked quite old, as if built in the Middle Ages; moss grew on the stone steps. She had to hold onto the handrails, carefully taking each step. 　　The second-floor hall was spacious and bright, with a dome several feet high, exuding a noble and luxurious feel. The floor, also paved with bluestone bricks, had been polished smooth by the Golotta family over hundreds of years, like a mirror reflecting the light from the braziers against the walls . 　　Every time Susan stepped into this place, she had a terrible illusion, making her feel like she had become an accomplice to those villains . 　　In the center of the hall, several figures were gathered. Susan immediately recognized the gaunt old man in the wheelchair as Dr. Harman, the one leaping around like a clown as Cheese Knight, and the rest as leaders of the White Party. As a police officer, she should have immediately brought these villains to justice, but now, she dared not. 　　Surrounded by the figures was a tall, muscular woman in a leather jacket. The woman had long, golden hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall. However, this beautiful blonde hair looked somewhat disheveled. 　　Black Star Heroine Laura Bruce, once hailed as the city's only ray of light, the nemesis of criminals, had mysteriously disappeared over a year ago. The city's inhabitants believed she had abandoned the citizens, but no one expected that she would be hanging here by the White Party, suffering humiliation and torture. 　　Over a year ago, Black Star Woman and Susan fell victim to the White Party's scheme and were imprisoned, unable to escape. Here, these two poor women were filmed daily by the White Party into obscene videos, which were then sold on the black market. Simultaneously, their bodies and minds suffered further torment, leaving them listless and dejected. 　　In comparison, Susan was relatively lucky. At least during the day, she could return to her police station, and although she couldn't fight criminals as she wished, she was spared the White Party's humiliation for the entire day. But at night, she couldn't escape her nightmares, keeping company with the humiliated Black Star Woman. 　　Laura's leather suit looked dazzling, as if it were brand new, the gleaming black leather also reflecting bursts of golden light. Susan could guess that she had just been given birth control pills by the White Party and had transformed into Black Star Woman. Otherwise, her suit would never have looked so elegant and pristine . 　　The White Party often commissions a custom-made Black Star Warrior suit for Lara Croft, but the custom-made leather jacket and boots are obviously cheap. Only when she transforms does the suit truly radiate its unique brilliance.

"Haha! Our lovely sheriff is finally here! Come here, guess
what I've arranged for you today?" The Cheese Knight heard the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the floor behind him, turned around
, and saw Susan just entering the second-floor lobby. He immediately broke into a ecstatic expression, clapping and shouting.

Susan had become the White Party's sex slave; this was an indisputable fact. Many times, Susan tried her best
to deny it, but one training session after another had completely subdued her.

She walked to the Cheese Knight's side and saw Laura tightly bound by a rope hanging from the dome
. Her arms were mercilessly twisted behind her back, her forearms pointing upwards and tied together. Perhaps the villains felt that such a simple method wasn't enough to deal with Black Star Woman, so they wrapped several more
ropes tightly around her body .
One rope was tied above her breasts, and the other below, the two ropes
no more than three fingers' width apart, forcefully squeezing out her two full, firm breasts. Even through her battle
suit, their hardness was evident, like two balloons filled with gas.

Laura wore a butterfly-shaped mask that covered most of her face, making
her look somewhat like a mystery guest at a party, adding to her allure and enigma. She wore a black
leather miniskirt that barely covered her upper thighs and buttocks, revealing long, bare, snow-white thighs from the hem down to above her knees
. Her thighs were sexy and toned, almost without an ounce of fat. Below her knees
were a pair of black high-heeled over-the-knee boots, the heels of which were several centimeters high and sharp as knives.

Laura seemed somewhat unsteady on her feet, as if she might fall to the ground at any moment. If it weren't for
the ropes pulling her upwards, she might have collapsed to the ground. However, this wasn't entirely the heroine's fault,
as she could only stand on one leg. The ankle and knee of her other leg were tightly bound with ropes,
pulled up from the side all the way above her waist, mercilessly spreading her legs apart.

Black Star Warrior was renowned throughout the city for her sex appeal and bravery. When she appeared in her short skirt and
fought criminals, many held their breath for her, as her battle skirt was far too short, constantly
posing a risk of exposure. However, with one leg hoisted high, the skirt's concealing
function was completely rendered useless; the hem had been lifted up to her waist, leaving only
a thong-like garment attached to the skirt.

This thong had been pushed aside, revealing her private parts, which she desperately wanted to conceal. Since her capture
, countless men had violated her vulva. Now, her full labia appeared engorged
, a vibrant purplish-red, and her erect nipples, like sharp thorns,
pierced the mound of flesh. Her entire vulva was smeared with murky white semen, dripping down
like stalactites in a cave. Several drops of semen were particularly heavy, eventually
flowing down her long thighs and into her high-top boots

before Susan arrived. It seemed that Laura had already endured another brutal gang rape before Susan's arrival!

If the city was a place God couldn't see, then this castle was God's blind spot. God's
grace could never reach here, justice could not prevail, the law was meaningless—it was practically a lawless
land.

Here, the most wicked revel in their triumph, while the messengers of justice are held hostage and abused. Light
and darkness are eternally reversed, day and night indistinguishable.

Laura, weak and listless, hangs her head on her high chest, her body swaying from side to side with the swinging of the ropes.
Hearing Susan's footsteps, she finally raises her head. Through the butterfly-shaped mask, her eyes have lost their light
. However, the moment she sees Susan, they suddenly brighten as if rescued.

2. In "Joan of Arc,"

Susan once saved Laura during Laura's most miserable and desperate time.
Although Laura was humiliated by that rescue, she was ultimately freed from the clutches of evil, giving her a long period of freedom again
. Although both women later fell into the trap and returned to the abyss, Laura still regarded Susan as the only one who could
save her.

For more than a year, Laura never lost hope.

"Susan... Ah! Don't let them film me anymore... Ah!" Laura's voice sounded fragile,
like someone plucking a precarious string.

Susan then noticed that Laura's vulva was wide open. Although after being raped by thugs, her
vulva would always be unsightly, exposing the tender flesh covered in thick semen to the camera, this
time, the angle seemed wider than usual, as if something had been inserted inside.

Two vibrators were inserted into Laura's vulva and anus simultaneously, so deeply that
the handles were submerged. This was why Susan hadn't noticed them at first glance.

When the vibrators vibrated, a weak electric current was released from the metal heads, causing a tingling and itchy sensation.
Black Star Woman's sensitivity to electricity after transformation was extraordinary, so the stimulation from the vibrators
was far more intense for her than for Laura in her true form.

"Ah...let me go! Make that ugly thing stop!" Laura screamed, desperately
twisting her pencil-like leg that was propping her up on the ground.

For Black Star Woman, these ropes were no match for her; she could easily
break free with the slightest effort. But now, Supergirl felt incredibly exhausted, as if her transformation had ended, leaving her completely drained
.

After becoming a prisoner of the White Party, Dr. Harman and Cheese Knight cruelly
pierced her breasts with nipple rings and implanted a clitoral stud. These devices were designed by Dr. Harman
; hidden inside these small objects was a lithium battery capable of generating pulsed currents. Whenever Supergirl struggled
, they would press a remote control, subjecting Laura to
the excruciating pain of being struck by massive pulses again and again.

Seeing Laura about to struggle again, Dr. Harman, sitting in her wheelchair, suddenly pressed a red button on the remote control.
The button clicked. Lara sprang back as if struck by a heavy object.

"Ugh...no..." The electric shock, unbearable even for ordinary people,
had ten times the effect on Supergirl, who was abnormally sensitive to electricity. Lara screamed in pain, her voice
hoarse.

A woman locked in the castle every day, tortured and humiliated, screaming from morning till night, her voice
was no longer as clear as it used to be.

After the shock, Supergirl's body suddenly swayed to the side, her high heel twisting, her supporting
leg losing its support, and she swayed as if suspended in mid-air,
slowly spinning on the swing-like ropes.

The ropes binding Supergirl creaked and groaned, seemingly
unable to bear Lara's full weight.

"Black Star bitch, are you trying to resist again?" Cheese Knight said viciously, giving Laura a light
shove on the shoulder.

Supergirl spun rapidly in mid-air, like a top. Losing her footing, her entire
weight was now on her arm and the other leg that was mercilessly hoisted up. As her body sank lower
, the hoisted leg seemed to be lifted even higher, making Laura feel as if it were about to be
broken at the root.

"Doctor, you're being too merciful to this bitch," Cheese Knight snatched the
remote control from Harman's hand and pressed hard on another red button.

Dr. Harman had designed the electric shock rings on Black Star Woman's nipples and clitoris all onto the same remote
control. However, the remote control had four buttons: the first three for the left and right nipples and clitoris, and the
last one for simultaneous electric shocks to all three. Often, using just one of those buttons on Supergirl is
enough to render her completely helpless, leaving her screaming in agony.

Cheese Knight chuckled as he forcefully pressed the last red button on the remote.

"Aaaaaah... Help! Let go... Aaaaaah!" Supergirl, already
unconscious from the electric shock, didn't even have the strength to lift her head. Now, with three points simultaneously shocked, her entire
body convulsed wildly, tumbling up and down on the ropes, almost snapping them.

Supergirl's breasts were still encased in her tight leather suit, but the ropes constricted them, making
her nipples stick out and clearly visible, along with the electric shock rings pierced through them
.

Black Star Warrior knew she was most afraid of electric shocks, so her suit was coated with an insulating layer. The electric shock rings encased in
her leather suit continuously released pulses of electricity, but of course, they couldn't penetrate her suit. All the current
surged into her delicate, sensitive nipples.

"Ahhh! Help! Spare me! Please... Ahhhh!" Laura screamed at the top of her lungs
. As she screamed, her body convulsed more and more violently.

"Ah! Cheese Knight, please, let Laura go!" Supergirl's screams reached Susan's ears
, making the flesh around her eyes and mouth twitch simultaneously. She immediately knelt at Cheese Knight's feet,
pleading for the heroine.

After continuous training, Susan had long forgotten her dignity. She and Black Star Warrior were like
sisters in distress; if one suffered, the other couldn't escape either.

Supergirl's clitoris, constantly being shocked, began to swell, slowly turning from its original purplish-red to a purplish-black
color. Her entire clitoris was hard, as if it had frozen in an instant.

"Ahhh! Help! Help! Ahhh! I can't take it anymore!" Supergirl's tears, snot, and saliva
flowed uncontrollably, instantly smearing her entire pretty face.

"Look at this bitch, she's really ugly!" Cheese Knight felt
excited listening to Laura's screams. The biggest temptation for him to stay in the castle was that he could abuse
the once high and mighty Supergirl every day.

"Look! This bitch is pissing and vomiting!" A leader standing next to Black Star Warrior suddenly
shouted excitedly as if he had discovered a new continent.

The Warrior had lost control of her bladder under the continuous electric shocks. Pale yellow urine and yellowish-brown feces flowed continuously from her
two orifices, splashing and splattering on the ground. Supergirl's black leather boots
were instantly covered in yellow filth, as if she'd been wading through mud. Feces and urine
also flowed freely down her thighs, a pasty liquid gushing from under her skirt, sliding down her already filthy thighs, and pouring
into her boots.

"Quick! Move the camera over here. This shot, when edited into a bonus feature and shown later,
will definitely satisfy those watching the DVDs!" Cheese Knight shouted.

The White Party member who had been holding the camera immediately moved it up,
taking several seconds of high-definition close-up shots between Supergirl's parted thighs.

"Enough! Lancelot, if you keep playing like this, you'll kill her!" Dr. Harman finally spoke up.

The Cheese Knight didn't seem quite satisfied, but he obediently released the remote control, returned it to the Doctor, and
walked behind Supergirl, saying, "Since the stingy Doctor isn't willing, let's get down to business
! I've already decided on today's title: 'Joan of Arc.' Sheriff Whitman, what do you think
?" Susan was somewhat surprised and asked, "Joan of Arc...didn't we already filmed Joan of Arc?" This
was common knowledge in the black market. The first AV filmed by Black Star Warrior and Susan was "The Shameful
Fate of the Black Star Witch." Of course, the disc didn't sell very well, much to Lancelot's surprise. Later,
he had someone inquire about the reason: no one wanted to believe that the female lead appearing on the disc was Black
Star Warrior herself; they simply considered it a tokusatsu film. There were already quite a few tokusatsu films about Black Star Warrior on the black market
, especially after the manga incident, obscene books and videos on the Black Star theme became ubiquitous .i=68> Yes. Relatively speaking, "The Shameful End of the Black Star Witch" is poorly made and even lacks a plot, which greatly diminishes its appeal.

Therefore, Cheese Knight changed his marketing strategy. And so, the second AV masterpiece, *Joan of
Arc*, was born. Filmed on location at Golota Castle, the historic castle, the stunningly
beautiful lead actress, coupled with Lancelot's meticulous script and the realistic effects, made it
an instant hit on the black market, selling hundreds of thousands of copies and bringing Dr. Harman a considerable income. Thus
, the AV industry gained another star named Laura, who was adored by millions. Any DVD starring her
would sell out immediately upon release.

"Clever Miss Whitman, you're right, we have indeed filmed *Joan of Arc*. But given
the overwhelming success of the first one, I've decided to release a second one! Dr. Harman, do you have anything to say?
" Cheese Knight seemed quite pleased with his business acumen, turning to ask the doctor in his wheelchair.

Dr. Harman nodded in agreement.

"Sheriff Whitman, what are you waiting for? Do I have to teach you every single step of the filming process again
?" Cheese Knight turned to Susan again, somewhat angrily.

"No! No need!" Susan hurriedly shook her head. She knew Cheese Knight's filming style; he would make her and Lara
appear completely naked. Even if they weren't completely naked at first, he would soon force them to strip down to
nothing.

"In the first movie, we talked about how the great General Joan of Arc was captured by those despicable Englishmen. They imprisoned her in
a dungeon, where she was interrogated and tortured! Let's start our scenes here today!" Cheese Knight
really seemed to have the air of a director, explaining the plot while having Supergirl lowered from the ropes
.

Lara's transformation time had ended; her ravaged body, coupled with the exhaustion after the transformation, left her too
weak to stand up, and she collapsed limply onto the brick floor.

The damp, icy ground made Lara shiver even more violently. Her transformation had ended,
and she was naked again, though the filth covering her lower body remained a constant companion.

"Great! Our Black Star, even greater than Joan of Arc, has finally revealed her true form! This saves
us the trouble of stripping her clothes off! Quickly, help her up and change her into Joan's clothes!" The Cheese Knight
had several White Party leaders working tirelessly.

The villains had already prepared the props. These props were leftovers from the filming of *Joan of Arc* a year ago
, stored in the castle's storeroom, never intended to be used again. But
today, the Cheese Knight had a sudden inspiration and wanted to film a sequel, so he had these old props
moved out of that low, gloomy storeroom.

Lara was given a cheap-looking suit of armor, covered in a thick layer of dust. At this
point, the female reporter was too weak to even lift her arms, so someone else had to do it for her, putting the
replica medieval armor piece by piece onto her filthy, obscene body.

"Miss Whitman, what are you dawdling for? Hurry up and take off your clothes, we need to start filming!
" Cheese Knight shouted anxiously as he saw Susan slowly undressing.

Susan had just taken off her business suit and ankle boots, standing barefoot on the floor. Although
the heels of her ankle boots no longer added to her height, she still appeared quite tall and voluptuous.
The light purple bra and matching lace panties tightly encased her chest, seemingly an lingerie set from a brand-name store
.

Hearing the Cheese Knight's urging, she hurriedly reached behind her and unhooked her bra,
revealing a pair of firm, full breasts that bounced and leaped as if they were alive, finally
liberated. Although her breasts were snow-white, the bruises and pale red
finger marks left from the previous night's training and abuse were still clearly visible.

Susan's figure was somewhat muscular, even more athletic than Laura's, with broader shoulders.
Her legs were tightly pressed together, struggling against her ever-pushing panties, her limbs seemingly out of coordination
. Finally, she pulled her panties down from her feet, her arms tightly wrapped around her chest, trying to avoid
the camera lens, and cautiously said to the Cheese Knight, "Could you... could you please not film me?" By day
, she was a sheriff; by night, an AV actress, forcing Susan to constantly
switch between two vastly different identities. In the local adult video (AV) industry, besides an actress named Laura,
there's another supporting actress whose name is never known. Although many people think this supporting actress
looks exactly like the police chief, as if they were cut from the same mold, no one dares to claim she's the
actress.

Susan, of course, knows this, but dares not investigate. Investigating would inevitably cause a stir
. Within days, newspapers controlled by the mob would publish
news criticizing Chief Whitman for taking her anger out on someone because of her resemblance to some unknown actress. There are always busybodies who love to
investigate these things thoroughly. She's terrified of her shameful secrets being exposed to the public; any action would seem like an attempt to cover it up, so she
can only pretend she knows nothing.

"Miss Whitman, you're playing the wicked witch again. Your task is to harm the lovely
Joan of Arc, make her utter blasphemous words, and force her to admit she's a bitch,
raped by tens of thousands of French soldiers. Understand?" Cheese Knight patted Susan on the shoulder.

"Huh?" Susan exclaimed in surprise, but quickly understood. Last time, she
was just a minor character assisting the English general in capturing Joan of Arc, but this time, Cheese Knight's meaning
was clear: he wanted her to personally torture this poor heroine, forcing her to say what she didn't want to say.

The Doctor and Cheese Knight's malicious intentions were evident.

"Alright! Filming begins now! Poor Joan of Arc was betrayed by her own accomplices, locked outside the drawbridge, unable to enter
the city, and captured by the English king's army, imprisoned. The wicked English general sent their most evil ..."i=66> Evil, and the most licentious witch... um... Whitman the Witch has come to interrogate Joan of Arc! Come on, let's focus the camera on Joan of Arc...

"Close-up!" Lancelot said, explaining the plot while directing the cameraman.

Under the lens, Laura truly looked like a female general ravaged by the enemy; her armor no longer accentuated
her power and beauty, but instead made her appear somewhat wretched. When the camera was pointed at her, she hadn't
fully recovered from the agonizing electric shocks, simply collapsing limply to the ground.

Although the electric shocks had stopped, her excrement and urine continued to leak out. Her body, after losing control of its bladder,
wouldn't recover so quickly. Wearing new armor, the yellow liquid had already seeped through the replica
battle robes, constantly oozing from the gaps in the armor.

"Come on! Miss Whitman, use this to hit her!" The Cheese Knight handed Susan a long leather whip.

Susan recognized this type of whip; it was designed by Dr. Harman and crackled with
electricity when swung. The White Party had used such whips to torture the poor Black Star.

Seeing Susan's hesitation, the Cheese Knight said, "Miss Whitman, don't forget, you are now an evil
and lewd witch. You must show no mercy to your captives!" Susan nodded. She understood that
if she showed mercy to Laura, she would be merciless to herself. Tears streamed down her face with fear
. Although she desperately didn't want to continue torturing the pitiful woman, she had no choice but to do it herself.
Sobbing, she said to Laura, "Forgive me… Laura!" Before she could finish speaking, the whip in her hand was already raised high
, and with a sharp whistling sound, it mercilessly
lashed out at the woman lying on the ground, seemingly on the verge of death.

*Crack!* A crisp, loud thud landed squarely on Laura's buttocks.

"Ah!" The reporter, who had been motionless, suddenly screamed,
jerking upwards with all her might, her face contorted in agony.

The armor Laura wore was actually just a costume, like those
worn by actors in medieval films—not real metal armor, just something made to resemble it. Susan
's whip strike undoubtedly had the force to easily penetrate the costume, cutting deep into
her flesh like a knife.

"Susan!?" Laura, in a semi-conscious state, hadn't been paying attention to the Cheese Knight's ramblings
. Suddenly, she was jolted awake by a whip. Opening her eyes, she was shocked to find that the one whipping her was her most trusted
comrade-in-arms, her eyes wide with astonishment.

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