The King's Game

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Her tall, sexy figure didn't give off any impression of bulkiness or muscularity; instead, it made her alluring body appear perfectly slender and proportionate.

Beneath the soft armor, woven from golden dragon-scale-shaped metal plates that barely covered the top of her thighs, a pair of black thigh-high combat boots reached to the mid-thigh, outlining her sexy legs with a straight and long beauty. Yet, the four or five centimeters of fair, delicate skin between the metal armor and the boots, concealed by semi-transparent ice-silk leggings, appeared even more alluringly sexy.

Beyond her smooth abdomen, adorned with a pale golden amber stone at her navel, a metal breastplate with intricate patterns and folds, resembling a golden butterfly with outstretched wings, covered her proudly full breasts and the vital area between her ribs.

Yet, it also revealed the large expanse of white, smooth skin and the slight bulge of her breasts, along with the alluring cleavage in the center.

A semi-transparent, bright yellow, openwork floral cloak draped diagonally behind her, along with a gold metallic shoulder guard, concealing her left shoulder and most of her smooth, sexy back, while making her exposed right shoulder and the blooming gold rose tattoo below her collarbone even more captivating.

Further up, on her slender, pink neck, the slightly hard lines of her fair face, and her beautiful golden eyes that arched slightly with her willow-leaf eyebrows, all exuded a kind of fortitude, pride, and aloofness rarely seen even among men.

However, her long, light golden, wavy hair, seemingly casually draped behind her head, and the subtle curve of her thin, red lips, as if drawn unintentionally, revealed a romantic and alluring charm that could captivate countless men.

This is Violet, the powerful female knight known as the Golden Rose.

Born into a noble family in the Kingdom of Gur, her family's prestige did not make her complacent; instead, it spurred her to train even harder. She quickly developed combat prowess and knowledge surpassing most of her peers and even some of her predecessors. Even the bold, protective metal armor she wore in battle, designed to barely cover her vitals, testified to her inherent confidence and strength.

Dissatisfied with the rigid, inflexible kingdom system of Gur and its increasingly corrupt politics, she spent several years studying in other, more powerful kingdoms on the continent during her youth. Returning

with honors, she dedicated herself to revitalizing her kingdom, repeatedly submitting reports to the old king through relevant departments about her experiences during her studies, her reflections on the future of the nation and its people, and frequently expounding these ideas. She was truly a rising star and reformer within the kingdom.

This made her famous among many commoners and earned her the friendship of some like-minded individuals. However, it also threatened the interests of some nobles, causing those whose interests were harmed, as well as merchants and nobles who coveted her family's wealth, to constantly seek opportunities to eliminate her. Furthermore, due to her growing prestige among the people, and with the instigation of certain individuals, the rulers of this corrupt kingdom gradually became wary and dissatisfied with her.

Thus, a conspiracy was destined to unfold around her.

It was only a little past seven in the morning, but the streets of the seemingly bustling capital of the Kingdom of Gur were already teeming with people. Many early risers were eating, drinking, or simply passing the time in restaurants and taverns. Without listening closely, one could frequently hear people talking about Violet, and even some bards recounting Violet's heroic deeds to earn a living.

However, most people probably wouldn't dare imagine that within the seemingly majestic and solemn palace, which, even under the sunlight, seemed to reek of an inescapable, decaying stench, a shockingly outrageous and perverse act was taking place in a public toilet—a space of over 500 square meters located on the east side of the southwest imperial garden, usually used by palace servants.

Because it was intended for servants, it was extremely filthy, even worse than some rural outhouses, and rarely frequented. Yet, at this moment, there were over a hundred people.

More than sixty palace guards and male servants, wearing mid-calf boots and carrying whips and short sticks, stood haphazardly in various places, some even naked from the waist down, their erect penises exposed.

A dozen or so beautiful and scantily clad maids, along with some noble ladies considered goddesses by many men in the capital, were mixed among these men, their bodies being casually violated by the guards and servants.

Though her eyes held humiliation and resentment, her alluring body writhed in a mixture of resistance and pleasure, emitting deliberately compliant moans. Her gaze frequently shifted downwards, revealing a deep fear.

There, a dozen or so palace maids and noble ladies, equally beautiful, were completely naked.

Some lay half-reclined in the urinal, only their heads above water; others knelt before the latrine, licking the foul-smelling excrement; some lay flat on the excrement-strewn ground, legs spread wide, stuffing feces into their vaginas; and still others rolled into the waist-deep latrine, wriggling like human maggots.

Some of these women wore eyes filled with deep humiliation and fear, some even numb, yet all were forced, for various reasons, to display their perverse baseness and lewdness. Even so, they were constantly lashed with whips, urging them to continue. Among

these women, who resembled filthy maggots, one woman stood out. Wearing only a pair of black knee-high boots and a thin, pale gold veil draped over her proudly erect, white breasts, she knelt silently before a tall, elegantly dressed, handsome man with an effeminate and lewd air. She

ignored the excrement clinging to her boots, the stench of the latrine constantly assaulting her nostrils and flooding her mind, and the shockingly perverse and depraved lewdness unfolding before her eyes, yet she showed no reaction whatsoever.

This woman was Violet, admired by many young men in the capital and envied and worshipped by countless women, yet she had suddenly vanished without a trace for over a month, her whereabouts unknown to anyone outside.

"You slut, you should have faced reality by now. Today, someone is here to test the results of my training of you. Perform well, recognize your place. If you dare to act recklessly, you should know what punishment awaits you. And…" The young man paused, slowly crouching down, one hand pinching Violet's chin to force her mouth open, the other casually patting her fair face. He continued, "If you disobey, it won't just be you who suffers punishment; you'll be targeted and retaliated against. The things you were supposed to do, your family…" "Many women would come ten or a hundred times more for this experience, I don't think that's what you're looking for." "I...I know, I will never disobey Your Highness." Looking at the effeminate man before her, who wore a smile but whose eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, the once proud and fearless female knight Violet recalled her experiences these past few days, and the unbearable fates of some women who tried to resist or even escape. Her pride had long been shattered. She didn't need any further threats; under the prince's gaze, she trembled slightly, her eyes filled with deep fear, and answered in a low voice.

"That's a proper bitch."

The man nodded slightly, as if teasing a female dog, stroking Violet's long, pale golden, wavy hair a few times before looking towards the only entrance and exit of the public restroom.

Violet's beautiful golden eyes also looked in that direction, wanting to know who could command the obsequiousness of the Third Prince, and of course, also wanting to know her future fate.

She didn't have to wait long with the Third Prince. A man who was about fifty years old, but still strong and powerful, wearing dirty and tattered clothes, looking like a homeless person from the slums, but the skin on his face and body clearly showed that his standard of living was definitely not bad, walked in from outside with steady steps.

Looking at this contradictory figure, Violet was momentarily unsure who this person was, yet he seemed vaguely familiar. Beside him, the third prince's eyes flashed with excitement as he bowed respectfully, saying, "Greetings, Father." The other guards and servants also bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live a thousand years." The women being played with by these men, oblivious to the excrement and urine scattered on the ground, immediately knelt down.

Violet was astonished, never imagining the old king would have such a perverse fetish, or dress like this. But then she immediately understood. If it weren't for the old king's secret support, who could make the third prince, the most promising heir to the throne, so fawn over her? A deep fear welled up in her eyes, even giving way to despair, but her outward flattery and joy only became more alluring.

"Now it's entertainment time. You all know my habits; I don't like so many rules when I'm having fun, so just be natural." The old king, dressed more like a beggar, waved his hand at everyone with a lewd smile. Then he stepped on the face of the noblewoman closest to him, stomping it into a puddle of excrement that was mostly soaked in urine. He then walked directly to Violet, looking her up and down at her alluring kneeling body.

"Father, this bitch has been trained by me for forty days and is showing promising results. Therefore, I present her to you for your evaluation. I must say, she truly lives up to her reputation as a rising star among nobles who has returned from studying abroad. Her personality is indeed arrogant. Even now, I have only barely managed to tame her. To truly make her completely submissive, I'm afraid it will require Your Majesty's intervention." The third prince subtly flattered the old king.

"Violet, the golden rose of the Kingdom of Gul, the rising star of commoners and minor nobles." The old king nodded slightly, continuing to scrutinize Violet as he spoke casually, "To possess beauty that others covet is a grave mistake, yet you dare to rashly infringe upon the interests of some and the very foundation of the kingdom. I will teach you what it means to be a woman, a lowly bitch." With that, the old king abruptly raised his right foot, his thick-soled, tattered shoe already stained with copious amounts of excrement and urine.

The next moment, the shoe pressed down on Violet's pale golden hair, forcing her head downwards.

"Ah..."

Violet's strength was naturally enough to resist this level of oppression, but remembering the Third Prince's coercion earlier, she dared not resist in the slightest. So she only let out a half-hearted moan, her brows furrowed slightly, her beautiful golden eyes, filled with humiliation, instinctively closed, and her fair face pressed against the urine-splattered ground as the old king moved.

A piece of feces, just soaked and dissipated, was pushed directly onto Violet's thin, red lips by the Third Prince's perfectly timed kick.

"Not bad."

The old king gave the third prince a thumbs up, then took a whip and lashed it hard across Violet's pert, white buttocks, leaving a bright red welt. His face was filled with lewdness as he chuckled, "Women are indeed born lowly bitches. Has your true nature surfaced so quickly? Pick up that piece of shit from your dog mouth and chew it slowly in front of me." "Ugh..."

Violet's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she let out a low moan. Although she had experienced far more severe training than this in recent days, it didn't mean she could adapt to or accept it.

However, the past was still vivid in her mind, and Violet's pride, utterly shattered, dared not resist.

A pair of eyes, filled with deep humiliation and fear, instinctively closed, as if trying to escape everything. But those slender, crimson lips, coveted by countless men outside, opened like the most docile female dog after that low moan, taking the nearly palm-length piece of excrement into her mouth.

"Mmm..."

Another distinctly fawning sound followed, and Violet's beautiful golden eyes rose to look at the old king.

At this moment, her captivating eyes held a deep fawning and ingratiation, while humiliation, fear, and hatred were deeply hidden, not daring to be exposed in the slightest.

Then, under the old king's gaze, this once proud and confident female knight, with an expression more lewd than the lowest prostitute, chewed the excrement she had picked up, occasionally sticking out her sensual tongue to lick the yellowish-brown liquid overflowing from her mouth, as if savoring a strategist's finest pastry.

However, the subtle expressions that betrayed her were clearly revealing a suppressed revulsion.

But it was precisely this suppressed endurance and humiliation that made Violet seem even more alluring to the old king. He slapped her fair face twice more, then glanced around and said, "Everyone, don't be so reserved. Let loose and have some fun. It's no fun being so quiet." "Yes," the guards and servants replied respectfully. Whether driven by their own desires or simply to please the king, they immediately began to violently assault and ravage the women around them.

They used whips, sticks, and even their own feet to drive the women, covered in excrement and resembling maggots, to move even more violently.

For a moment, the sounds of men's insults and curses, along with women's moans and groans, echoed continuously in the filthy, stinking public toilet. Even the third prince, who had previously been dressed in fine clothes, shamelessly threw off his clothes to please his father, kneeling on the excrement-strewn ground and grabbing a noblewoman of unknown origin, fucking her like a bitch in heat.

Listening to this chaotic, lewd shouting and moaning, the old king closed his eyes in ecstasy, seemingly savoring something.

In a short while, his limp penis, like a monster awakened, slowly began to swell and harden, gradually expanding into a monstrous beast as thick as an infant's arm and over twenty centimeters long. The purplish-black glans was as large as an infant's fist, even possessing unusual angles and grooves.

Suddenly, the closed eyes snapped open. If the old king's face had previously concealed his lewdness with rigidity and majesty, now his eyes blazed with a deep-seated brutality and aggression. His slightly oily face was flushed with an unnatural redness, like a terrifying, lewd beast slowly tearing away its disguise to reveal its true nature.

"You slutty bitch, open your mouth."

As the voice, burning with desire, rang out, the old king slapped Violet's left cheek hard.

"Ugh..."

With the sound of the slap, a bright red handprint appeared on Violet's face, which appeared even more lewd due to the traces of feces and urine. Violet responded to the old king's action with a half-hearted moan, then her beautiful head tilted back again, opening her mouth that had been chewing on feces.

Looking at Violet's eyes, which held a hidden humiliation and fawning, at the traces of excrement and urine on her once fair and delicate face, at the chewed feces in her mouth between her still thin and alluring red lips, and

at her once neat pearly teeth stained a mottled yellow, the old king's gaze grew even more savage. He laughed triumphantly, quickly unzipping his pants and pulling them down, saying to Violet, "You slut, I see you're having too much trouble swallowing that shit, so I'll reward you with a piss to wash it off. Now, savor it." Before his words even finished, his monstrous penis was completely exposed before Violet, the purplish-black glans pointing straight at her face. Then, a stream of pale yellow liquid gushed from the urethral opening and flowed directly into Violet's mouth.

"Ugh... gulp... gulp..."

Violet's golden eyes instinctively narrowed, revealing an increasingly humiliated expression. She was clearly enduring the shame, her mouth wide open as she received the old king's urine, swallowing large gulps of the mixture of urine and chewed feces.

However, the old king urinated too quickly; even though Violet tried her best, the foul, yellowish-brown mixture of urine and feces continued to overflow from the corners of her lips, then trickled down her delicate chin and slender neck. It

then flowed down between her large, full breasts, their nipples already stained with urine and feces, resembling snow-capped mountains, revealing a perverse and lewd scene.

"You slut, you women are born to be the lowest of beasts." Watching Violet's actions, the old king's face, flushed with lust, grew increasingly excited. He cursed, slapping Violet's pretty face a few times with his still-urinated penis, before moving directly behind her.

"Ugh..."

Violet let out another humiliating moan. But after more than forty days of forced training, her body, now increasingly sensitive and accustomed to it, slowly began to feel a strange lust rising within her. This desire, in fact, was gradually suppressing her nausea and physical discomfort, giving her a strange feeling.

The old king, however, completely disregarded Violet's feelings. Whether she liked it or not, the woman before him was merely a beast to vent his perverse desires. The world belonged to him; as long as he wanted, no one dared to defy him, no one dared to defy him, no matter how outrageous his actions.

The thought arose, and the old king's eyes burned with a hint of arrogance. Completely disregarding the excrement and urine scattered on the ground, he knelt directly behind Violet.

Then, the old king, his upper body clad in filthy, tattered clothes more repulsive than a beggar's, his lower body completely naked, revealing his filthy thighs and his grotesque, foul-smelling penis, reached forward with his right hand, grabbed Violet's pale golden hair, and slammed it down.

"Ah...uh...cough...cough..."

Violet instinctively let out a soft moan, then coughed violently as her face was pressed into the large puddle of excrement and urine.

"Fuck......fuck you to death, you slut."

The old king pressed Violet's head down forcefully with his right hand, his waist thrusting forward, his enormous penis forcing its way into Violet's cunt, which had been fucked countless times in the past few days.

"Ah...uh..."

Violet suddenly raised her head, letting out a groan that she couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. Then, as the old king roughly pressed her to the ground again, the sound became muffled and suppressed.

The burning desire within her, which had been trained countless times, was reflexively ignited, as if by some kind of suggestion. The nausea she had felt earlier vanished almost instantly, and her alluring body began to tremble slightly with the rising lust.

A stream of yellowish-brown excrement and urine was squeezed out by the old king's enormous penis inside Violet's cunt; upon closer inspection, it even contained some wriggling maggots.

Clearly, Violet, who had appeared normal before, had already had this stuff poured into her cunt and even her uterus, only prevented from leaking out because her two red, thick labia were tightly closed.

"Damn, my son, you've done well."

Seeing this, the old king showed no disgust whatsoever, but instead roared excitedly. He then roughly kneaded Violet's plump, fleshy breasts with both hands, his hips thrusting repeatedly, pumping his enormous, monstrous penis into Violet's cunt, forcefully breaking through the layers of tender flesh that blocked her opening, repeatedly turning her cunt outwards.

Streams of disgusting fluid, a mixture of feces and urine, were continuously squeezed out of Violet's cunt, creating a perverse and lewd scene.

Meanwhile, amidst the constant, intense thrusting, the old king's hands, which had previously been roughly ravaging Violet's ample breasts, now, with his increasingly arrogance and brutality evident in his excited expression, carelessly grabbed the urine-soaked excrement from the ground and smeared it on Violet's once fair and delicate face, her plump and greasy breasts, and her smooth, white back. It was as if he were painting a filthy and lewd totem, or perhaps simply hysterically venting some kind of chaotic madness.

"Ah...oh...ah...no...so good...ah..." "Ugh...Master...ah...Master...Master..." With each rough movement of the old king, Violet initially only suppressed her disgust, resentment, and helplessness, feigning compliance. Soon, as the lust within her body fully ignited, her inner reason seemed unable to bear the situation and gradually shut down. The dark and perverse desires that had arisen during her training these past few days began to take over her body, causing her to respond more intensely to the old king's movements amidst melodious moans. Her face bore a deep sense of debauchery and enjoyment, and a hysterical arrogance and indulgence gradually rose in the depths of her eyes.

"You slut, yes... just like that... Grandpa loves you... you lowly whores... your true, lewd nature exposed." Watching the woman beneath him yield, the old king's arrogance and excitement grew stronger, like a storm-raging sea. He growled incessantly, his hips thrusting rapidly, his enormous, monstrous penis slamming heavily against Violet's cervix, stimulating her to moan even more intensely in the tingling pleasure.

Occasionally, he would thrust deeply into Violet's cervix, feeling the incredible tightness of his penis as he excitedly grabbed her hair, repeatedly shoving her head into the small puddle of excrement and urine in front of her.

Meanwhile, with his other hand, he grabbed an iron paddle with fine barbs handed to him by a guard and began to lash Violet's plump, voluptuous breasts—breasts that resembled sacred snow-capped mountains hanging from the sky, tracing lewd arcs with each tremor of her body.

Before long, her breasts became increasingly swollen and red under the old king's ministrations, with drops of blood constantly seeping from them and falling into the murky, foul-smelling excrement on the ground.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The pain, filth, and stench constantly stimulated Violet's nerves. The perverse desires that had already been aroused by her long-term training, under this intense stimulation, no longer caused her any discomfort as before, but instead aroused an increasingly strong desire, causing her entire body to tremble. She violently twisted her round buttocks, trying to meet the old king's thrusts, while emitting excited and frenzied moans.

"Fuck...fuck you to death, you vile beast...you filthy bastard...you women should use your vile nature...to please men. This is...my kingdom...no one is worthy to point fingers." The old king's face flushed an increasingly obvious abnormal red. He breathed heavily, letting out suppressed, low roars. With one hand, he grabbed Violet's pale golden hair, forcing her to tilt her head back. With the other hand, he slapped Violet's pert, round buttocks, now stained with mottled feces, and used his huge cock to fuck Violet as she crawled towards the edge of the latrine.

"Ah...ah...ah...uh..."

Groans grew increasingly intense, pouring out of Violet's mouth as her upper body was covered in countless filthy stains of excrement and urine, crawling like a lowly bitch in a public toilet. These moans became muffled and suppressed as the old king pushed her to the edge of the latrine and forcefully shoved her head into the runny excrement.

Violet, her face covered in excrement and with maggots wriggling on it, stared blankly at her filthy and disgusting reflection in the magic mirror before her.

Her filthy body, still driven by instinct honed through repeated training and coercion from the Third Prince, moved violently. Her innate nature and pride fiercely resisted her own degrading state. Her previously dazed expression suddenly turned to struggle and resistance.

"M-Master...don't do this...no...ah...ah...ah..." "Ah...no...uh..." Saliva mixed with runny excrement dripped continuously from her mouth, opening and closing with each groan, occasionally accompanied by the shed of white, greasy maggots.

"You filthy beast...you lowly bastard bitch...does this feel good?...This is the real Golden Rose...the Golden Rose that fascinates all men..." With each low growl, the burly old king unleashed astonishing strength and stamina, repeatedly and brutally pounding his enormous, erect penis into Violet's cunt and uterus, which had been filled with copious amounts of feces and urine. Violet's cunt, which had been fucked countless times but then magically tightened, was stretched to an exaggerated size once more.

Even the repeated, rough thrusts caused her uterus, previously filled with feces, to be pulled and stretched further. Slowly, it prolapsed, only to be roughly thrust back in by the old king's penis.

Suddenly, the old king's hands, smeared with disgusting excrement and kneading Violet's plump, greasy breasts, simultaneously extended their middle fingers.

The next moment, these two middle fingers, equally disgusting and filthy, pressed against Violet's once vibrant, alluring, but now filthy and foul-smelling nipples, then twisted forcefully, squeezing them into Violet's nipple openings, which had been dilated several times during her previous training.

In an instant, the two nipples, in this rough insertion, seemed to transform into two thin sheaths of flesh, enveloping the old king's filthy fingers.

"Ah..."

A groan, even higher than before, even carrying a painful and shrill quality, erupted from Violet's hair as it suddenly jerked back.

Meanwhile, Violet's long, pale golden hair, stained with feces and urine, danced wildly as her head swayed. Her filthy body trembled violently, and streams of vaginal fluid mixed with the feces, urine, and maggots remaining in her cunt and uterus gushed out, causing her to reach her first orgasm under the stimulation.

"Fuck..."

Feeling the increasingly immense pressure and envelopment from Violet's cunt due to the intense stimulation, and the impact of the constantly gushing, foul-smelling liquid, the old king felt an increasingly strong urge to ejaculate on his penis, and let out a low growl.

Then, his waist suddenly pulled back, and her uterus, which had been pulled out and then roughly penetrated several times, prolapsed again under his rough movements, causing Violet, whose moans had just subsided, to let out a high-pitched moan again. Her whole body trembled even more violently, and her pretty face, covered by the runny excrement, constantly and dramatically changed expressions of pain and pleasure.

Seeing Violet's uterus, prolapsed and stained with runny feces from being fucked, the old king didn't use his enormous penis to push it in as before. Instead, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Violet's uterine wall with his right hand, then roughly stroked it against his penis as if it were a rag.

At the same time, he tightened his right hand's five fingers and forcefully forced open Violet's equally prolapsed anus, directly penetrating her rectum. Then, in rhythm with his stroking, he began to thrust heavily in and out.

"Ah...ah...ah...uh...uh..."

The already intense orgasm seemed to reach an even higher level under the old king's intense stimulation. Violet trembled violently, her golden pupils rolled upwards, and her originally high-pitched moans gradually turned into silent roars.

Then, Violet, whose consciousness had completely succumbed to madness and confusion, had her long blonde hair grabbed by the old king. With a push from his hand, she endured his violent ravaging while being forced lowered again and again into the filthy, long latrine pit. Her face was filled with deep humiliation and resentment, yet she was constantly forced to swallow the excrement and urine, along with sanitary napkins clearly stained with filth and blood.

This displayed a scene of depravity that disgusted countless people, yet further stimulated every man and woman present whose desires had been thoroughly aroused, a scene of perverse lust.

After two more minutes of this intense action, the old king abruptly pulled his penis from Violet's uterus, which was now covered in a layer of disgusting, runny excrement. His filthy penis trembled violently in the air a few times, and then streams of semen shot out in an arc onto Violet's filthy back, adding another layer of perverse depravity to her already filthy body.

"Hoo..."

The old king let out a long breath, then suddenly stomped his foot on Violet's filthy, smelly back, who was still passionately kissing the woman in the cesspool.

"Ugh..."

In an instant, as if a switch had been flipped, Violet, still stimulated by the afterglow of her orgasm and passionately kissing the woman who resembled a human maggot, let out a low moan and her body went limp.

Her eyes were glazed as she stared at the woman being driven and writhing lewdly in the cesspool by the men, and at the surrounding scene of debauchery. She lay limp, panting heavily.

The old king, who had just ejaculated, also gasped for breath. However, as the lips of a woman being raped by several male servants, still stained with semen, uttered a few rapid chants amidst her panting, a holy and gentle halo enveloped his body and quickly seeped into it. The old king's fatigue vanished instantly, and even his penis, which had struggled for over an hour inside Violet's cunt before going limp, showed signs of reawakening.

The old king bent down again, pulling Violet, who was covered in excrement and urine and panting heavily, back to her knees. With a single glance, another woman, her body stained with excrement and urine and wearing a lewd expression, casually gestured, drawing a large stream of dark yellow, foul-smelling urine from the nearby urinal and splattering it onto Violet's face, creating a large splash.

"Ugh..."

The sudden attack, though causing no pain, still made Violet involuntarily let out a soft cry.

Then, through the magic mirror, Violet saw the large amount of runny excrement on her face. Most of it had been washed away by the sudden urine, but a small amount of runny excrement mixed with urine left filthy streaks on her face.

While it seemed to have cleaned Violet's pretty face, the few remaining traces of filth on her fair skin contrasted sharply with her filthy, foul-smelling body, even wriggling with white maggots, creating an even more perverse and lewd image.

To countless ordinary people, this sight would be nauseating, but for the old king with his perverse fetishes, the men in the public restroom, and even the many women now aroused, it held a deep allure.

"Fuck your mother, you slut."

The old king's penis, which had just begun to awaken, instantly hardened and became even larger than before, veins crisscrossing it like earthworms. He let out a low growl like a wild beast, his eyes filled with astonishing brutality and undisguised arrogance. He abruptly grabbed Violet's hair and pulled her up.

Then, the old king, dressed in tattered clothes, disregarding Violet's filth and the pungent stench, pulled her from behind, her legs spread wide and still a head taller than him, into his arms.

With a thrust of his hips, and a high-pitched groan from Violet, his enormous, monstrous penis plunged into her anus and rectum, which the old king had just wantonly fondled.

"Oh...ah...ah..."

Violet, still reeling from her recent climax, was soon aroused again. Fueled by lust and a submissive mentality born of fear, her filthy body writhed more and more lewdly, as if in despair, yielding to the old king's rough thrusts and the rough caresses and kneads of the guards and servants around her.

Occasionally, under the old king's clearly encouraging gaze, she would be pulled by the hair by guards, their filthy, semen- and even excrement-stained penises shoved into her mouth, the foul-smelling glans forced into her tight throat, eliciting only muffled, suppressed moans.

"I...will not...submit to you..."

"My friends...will come to save me...you demons...the cancer of the kingdom..." When the third prince also came closer, thrusting his equally enormous penis into Violet's cunt, when the old king pierced Violet's nipple with a hollow iron pipe, then forced excrement, urine, and maggots into her ample breasts, making her feel an even deeper defilement as she writhed there, Violet's rationality sometimes vanished, allowing the perverse desires that had grown during countless acts of discipline to take control of her body again, causing increasingly lewd moans to escape her lips as her filthy body writhed in response.

At other times, she regained her senses, her body still striving to meet the old king's ravaging, her eyes filled with ever-increasing resentment and hatred.

Time continued in this lewd affair within the public toilet. Violet's alluring body was sometimes completely covered in countless streams of excrement, and sometimes mostly washed away by urine, revealing her again. Yet, the filthy marks and the occasional wriggling of maggots on her body only served to accentuate her depravity and squalor, making her appear no less lewd and vile than when completely covered in excrement and urine.

With the old king's consent and even deliberate indulgence, guards and male servants excitedly approached, shouting

and humiliating Violet while wantonly fondling and ravaging her body. Unable to resist, she could only submit to the endless violence, yielding to the old king's and any other man's ministrations. This only fueled the old king's increasingly frenzied and arrogant rage as he ravaged and conquered Violet's body.

Finally, after more than three hours, the old king, who had dragged Violet into the waist-high urinal, was taking turns raping her anus and cunt from behind, constantly squeezing out the excrement, urine, and maggots that had been stuffed into her rectum and uterus. He was also roughly squeezing Violet's large breasts, now cleansed by urine, while streams of excrement and urine mixed with maggots gushed from her two crimson nipples, which resembled blooming red plum blossoms on a snow-capped mountain. A playful smile appeared on the face of the third prince watching the old king.

"Father, the second gift I prepared for you has arrived. I'll go see it first, and then Father can come and appreciate it," the third prince said, a magic stone suddenly appearing in his hand, emitting a hazy glow under the infusion of his battle aura. Then, an image was projected.

Because the third prince walked quickly, and the old king was preoccupied with Violet, he only saw a woman with purple hair and eyes, wearing tight black leather armor, walking along the path in the back garden, glancing left and right as if searching for something.

Violet, seeing this, tensed up; her seemingly hopeless golden eyes flashed with a momentary clarity and struggle, but then, as if remembering something, her eyes instantly brightened. No matter how these people toyed with her body, the female knight gritted her teeth, enduring the perverse desires with unwavering resolve.

[The End]

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