【The Tale of Princess Narfa and Her Sisters】(A fanfiction of trsmk2's epic princess trilogy) 6 (Afternoon)

Author: Audience
May 5, 2017 Published on 001
First Release Website: 001
(6) Afternoon
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I feel like saying something, but I don't know where to start...
Let me sort it out little by little.
In the replies to the previous chapter, t2 and other friends asked if there are any other female
characters in this story? Yes, there definitely is, but because my writing tends to be verbose, it's been repeatedly postponed.
The stories of the Fourth and Second Princesses, which were supposed to appear in Chapters Two and Three, haven't appeared yet, and we
don't know how much longer they'll be delayed... If I could finish the first story in Chapter Seven...
Actually, this is also why I don't like writing long stories. It's easy to lose control once I start, with too many words, tens of thousands or even
fifty or sixty thousand words all crammed into one small story. The plot doesn't progress, the scenes don't change, and if the update
interval is long, everyone easily forgets what the previous chapter was about, making it even less interesting.
Similarly, I just get lazy and stop writing. And because of the long intervals, when I finally feel ready to write,
I easily forget what the previous chapter was about, losing my train of thought, making updates even harder—that's how it is with fanfiction about a young woman's sorrow and shame
. I actually glanced at Bai Zhuo's fanfiction a few days ago, specifically the parts about Lu Meihua and Li Yubi, and realized that because
my attention has been focused on that lately, I couldn't even remember how to write the rest...
As for this one, since I was asked to continue writing it, I definitely have to keep going. However,
when I update Chapter Seven, it will be at least half a year later. There's no way around it; I really don't have much time. And finishing these six chapters
has used up all my leisure time over the past six months. I also need to rush to finish other novels. Sixty thousand words in a little over a month... that
's a miracle I haven't accomplished in recent years.
Then, a friend asked if Gelt's abuse of Alia was excessive. After all,
in T2's original work, although the princesses were abused, it was only through various forms of rape and gang rape, without any violence.
Well… how should I put it
… it's basically a matter of personal preference. T2's stories are generally very gentle;
women are easily submissive and even enjoy being raped. But I feel differently. I think that if
women were so easily made to obey, their charm would fade. The key is the resilience and defiance of women with status and ability, controlled and treated regardless of the circumstances
. Therefore, I always include a lot of resistance, and the controllers
are often more cruel and abusive. In this novel, it becomes that Gelt assumes Aria
will definitely be executed, and that he can do whatever he wants to her. Plus, in a magical world, any injuries
can be healed, making him even more unscrupulous (though, to be honest, there were various other psychological reactions during the writing process
, as you'll see). After all, Gelt and others are just ordinary people; they can't
fully comprehend the psychology of those in power, and it's mostly just their own assumptions.
Regarding the reply issue, I mentioned it recently because writing chapters five and six was incredibly difficult.
I repeatedly wrote and deleted sections, revising and rewriting constantly, probably four or five times
. It was the most challenging time to write, so I was just venting; please don't take it personally.
Finally, the first story, currently being planned, is these six chapters plus the unfinished parts, titled "The
Wrongfully Accused Princess." I'll consider releasing a compilation after it's finished. The second story is about the Second Princess, Maya (the timeline
is only the night of the first story), tentatively titled "The Night Banquet." You can probably guess what it's about from the name,
right? The third story is about Luna; I haven't decided on a title yet, but it's roughly "Princess and Prostitute"?
Specific details are pending. However, based on the current progress, it'll be one story every six months, so please don't get too excited . If you
're interested, just wait patiently.
Also, as mentioned before, I need some cannon fodder villainous noble characters who appear in the stories of "The Night Banquet" and Luna
. If anyone is interested, please create a few. Thank you.
Chapter 1 address: [bbs]thread-9884937-1-2.html[/bbs]
Chapter 2 address: [bbs]thread-9891023-1-2.html[/bbs]
Chapter 3 address: [bbs]thread-9896587-1-3.html[/bbs]
Chapter 4 address: [bbs]thread-9908457-1-1.html[/bbs]
Chapter 5 address: [bbs]thread-9911745-1-1.html[/bbs]
Original address of "Magic Experiments": [bbs]thread-3820258-1-1.html[/bbs]
Original address of "The Wrongfully Accused Princess": [bbs]thread-3850434-1-2.html[/bbs]
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A pair of full, voluptuous breasts, shaped like two perfect peaches, were accentuated by the fact that her legs
were still locked, making the two bright red nipples and areolas appear even more prominent
. They swayed gently at the very bottom of her body.
A searing pain shot through her abdomen, as if it were about to burst; every bone in her body felt broken; there was
torment in her urethra, a tearing sensation in her anus; and the cold water poured over her made her feel as if she were frozen solid. The noble princess
slightly closed her eyes, her long, upward-curving eyelashes trembling slightly. She endured, endured, with all her willpower.
Unable to suppress the groans escaping from her delicate nose, she could only grit her teeth in shame, unable to
react in any other way.
"Let me...let me go to the washroom..." she pleaded, her lips slightly parted, her voice trembling, her eyes filled with tears.
Her beautiful face, delicate white skin, and watery eyes would make any man feel
pity for her. Unfortunately, she was facing Gert, and these vicious, ruthless guards.
"Bang!" A bucket full of horse urine slammed heavily onto the ground in front of her, splattering everywhere.
"Want to defecate? Fine, as long as you drink this bucket of horse urine, I'll let you." The head guard laughed smugly,
the yellowish horse urine churning and overflowing in the wooden bucket in front of him.
Aliya's body trembled, like a woman seven or eight months pregnant, her
belly almost touching the ground, threatening to break her back—the stench of horse urine seemed to emanate not only from the wooden tub in front of her, but also from her own body,
from her stomach, rising up from her small mouth. Truly, she herself felt that
the taste in her mouth was awful, utterly awful.
"Waaah..." She cried uncontrollably, the excruciating pain driving her to the brink of madness,
pushing her slender waist and snowy buttocks to their limits. Countless things inside her were pounding against her anus and urethra,
but were blocked by the tennis ball and the urethral plug full of sharp spikes. Only her vagina remained empty and burning
, seemingly oblivious to the pain, still waiting for something to be inserted. The tender pubic flesh
writhed and convulsed under the spasming attack from both ends, sticky nectar flowing continuously from the small opening of her vagina,
quickly covering the base of her snow-white thighs and her pink pubic hair.
She sobbed, reaching out her hand, her slender, white fingertips trembling like jade, towards the
wooden bucket filled with horse urine.
A few stalks of grass floated on the horse urine, reflecting her beautiful face tormented by the urge to defecate. Her pink hair, wrinkled
little nose, swollen, red eyes from crying, and lips like rose petals. Tears streamed down her cheeks
. The pain between her legs, the urge to defecate, the urge to urinate—she had no choice but to endure Gert's humiliation
. But the unbearable stench of the horse urine made her stomach churn. "Ugh..."
Even before she could cover her mouth with her hand, she vomited.
"What? Used to hot cocoa in the palace? Horse urine doesn't suit your taste?" A young nobleman stood to the side
, watching the princess turn away to vomit, and sneered.
"Ugh..." Streams of clear liquid continued to flow from Alia's tightly covered mouth, smearing
her pale hands and cheeks.
"No, I really can't... Ugh..." she cried, shaking her head. "I'll do anything you ask,
but this... Ugh..."
"Anything? I want you to drink horse piss, believe me or not, I'll make you eat this too
!"
Tormented by the urge to defecate, her anus torn, her whole body aching as if it were falling apart,
her delicate body trembling uncontrollably after being splashed with cold water. The cold, shivering princess sobbed, forcibly suppressing
the acid reflux from her stomach. Her pink hair and white fingertips were covered with transparent mucus as she looked at
the bucket of foul-smelling yellow liquid.
"Ugh..." But no matter how hard she tried, it was no use. The pungent stench, the
filth that no one wanted to touch, let alone actually drink it, just the thought of drinking it made her throat
dry uncontrollably, causing her to immediately turn her head away and vomit.
"Damn it!" Gert kicked over the empty wooden bucket, splashing urine everywhere, and the guards quickly
dodged.
"Still putting on airs at a time like this?"
"No... I... ugh..." The princess shook her head weakly, her bare upper body almost lying on
the ground, as if she was about to vomit bile.
"Hey, do you want some medicine from Princess Gert?" The bearded guard next to her suggested.
"What?" Gert looked at him with a bad face and said, "How many times have I told you, don't
speak your vulgar dialect, can you even speak Aya?"
"I'm sorry, my lord," the bearded guard quickly nodded and bowed, "My lord,
if you want this drug, you'll even put some of your own shit in your urine!"
"What?" Gert still didn't understand and stared at him.
"My lord, Lynx means to put some hallucinogens in the urinal, and Her Highness will drink it."
In an instant, upon hearing the words "hallucinogens," Alya's previously dull eyes suddenly lit up.
Yes, hallucinogens. Now, only hallucinogens could save her from here. Just one injection, just
one injection, and she could enter paradise, no longer suffering under these guards' torment, no matter how they treated
her… Hallucinogens, I need hallucinogens…
She opened her small mouth, covered in clear, sticky fluid, and looked at Gert, hoping he would have mercy and give her an
injection. Even if it was just poured into horse urine, though not as good as a direct injection, at least…
…
Unfortunately, Gert's words were, "Hallucinogens? Is that necessary?" He looked at the princess; perhaps,
for a moment, he did indeed want to use hallucinogens to force her to drink urine. But at that moment, when he saw the anticipation in Aria's
eyes, that obvious reaction—the kind she would definitely drink if he poured the hallucinogen into the horse's urine—
he 　　smiled, a smile that terrified Aria, making her tremble all over. He stood there, calmly watching the princess tormented by the 　　increasingly intense urge to defecate.
" 　　You're not human, you're a beast, not human..." 　　At that moment, in the princess's heart, it seemed as if such a voice was shouting, shouting, 　　shouting, crying... 　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　"Ah, ah, ah, ah..."

Inside the interrogation room, the bright white light of a huge tallow candle illuminated the naked body of the third princess of the kingdom
, making her fair skin appear even whiter and more alluring. She was surrounded by menacing guards
.
In the candlelight, Aliya clutched a filthy wooden tub, repeatedly urinating
from it. With each sway of her body, horse urine overflowed, splashing onto her ten pale fingertips and strands of hair. Her long, slender legs, finally
freed from the iron rack, were bent as she knelt on the floor. Her rounded, white knees,
chafed from crawling all the way to the interrogation room, were forced apart from behind by a pair of hairy legs.
She wept and wailed, her bloodless lips and pale chin smeared with a clear, sticky fluid. Behind
her, the tall, thin guard she had once kicked was thrusting his penis into the princess's vagina—
a vagina that belonged to some king or prince—pumping and thrusting repeatedly, making her
groan uncontrollably.
"Damn, lie down properly, can't you even stick your ass out?"
The burly man from the northern Wolf Mountain region grabbed the princess's round buttocks, gripping her numb
left leg, and thrusting his long, thin penis—like himself, with a glans
the size of a chicken—into Arya's pale, fleshy thighs with only a thin red slit
. Thump, thump, thump, thump, each thrust
sending a shiver down Arya's spine.
Her body, already thirsting for desire, finally succumbed to the man's penis after a long period of restraint. No matter
how much she struggled or twisted, she couldn't escape the thrusting of the slender cock into her vagina. "Ahhh, ahhh..."
Aliya screamed, tilting her head back, trying to break free and escape these beasts. But her buttocks and legs
clamped tightly around the penis.
She buried her head, desperately trying to suppress the sounds escaping her throat. She wept in despair because
her body had been insulted and raped by these filthy, lowly people. The people she had wanted to help had instead been violated by them,
and she couldn't suppress her cries. Yet, the feeling of that thin, long penis inside her
was so pleasurable that it made her groan sweetly. Tears streamed down her face as she arched her snow-
white buttocks, even moving her weak waist in rhythm with his movements
.
The thrusting of the farmer's penis from the northern mountains, the constant sloshing of horse urine,
the urge to defecate driving her
mad, her whole body aching as if it were about to fall apart—except for her vagina, her entire body felt like an ice cube, shivering with cold. The humiliation of being forced to drink horse urine—all of this
should have been devoid of any pleasure, nothing but pain and torment. But instead, it was like
the most terrifying aphrodisiac, destroying Alia's will. Amidst her cries of despair, her sensitive
vagina seemed to be constantly being electrocuted, moving, moving, moving.
"Ah, ah..." Alia weakly stretched out her arms, her brown, jewel-like eyes devoid of any
light, gazing hazily at Gert standing before her. She wanted to prove herself, wanted to rebel, wanted to…
…“Wah…” But the uncontrollable lust within her body, the thrusting of Bartmont’s penis into her vagina,
the scraping of her burning vagina by the man’s fiery rod-like penis, that wonderful feeling.
“Waaaaah…” Her pink hair was loose, sliding down from her neck, strands clinging to
her fair, full forehead and her intellectual face, just like her long, upturned, tear-streaked
eyelashes, telling of the sorrow, shame, and helplessness in her heart.
“Don’t just enjoy it, Your Highness, there’s still horse urine, you have to drink horse urine.” The other guards squatted around her
, combing her hair, tying it into a bun, holding it in their hands, and pulling it back behind her head. They
helped Aliya hold the wooden tub, afraid that she would not be able to withstand Bartmont’s thrusts and the tub would tip over,
wrinkling their noses as they spoke.
The princess, being raped from behind like an animal, weakly bit her filthy lips. Her
delicate hands, devoid of strength, and her slender fingers with pink nail polish,
fell to the ground with each thrust of the man inside her, stretching out limply forward.
Father… Maya… Green… Ares… Where are you… Green, didn’t you
say, didn’t you say Sister Assis had returned with the troops? Where is she, where is she??
“Ahhhhh…” The man’s penis thrust in and out of her vagina, her crimson, rose-
petal-like vagina parted and then tightened again by the guard’s penis. The man’s penis was as hot as a burning stick,
but her vagina, under such defilement, humiliation, and the torment of her stomach being filled with horse urine,
was being scraped and parted, the pleasure of which made her groan and gasp unbearably.
No… I’m not… Aliya frowned, her mouth agape again, unable to bear it any longer. She wanted to say that she wasn’t
so lewd, that it was all because of the hallucinogenic drugs, that they had forced her. But the
feeling that made her soul almost fly away, the cool love juice flowing down her thighs, overflowing from her vagina, sticking
to her pubic hair and snow-white inner thighs, and running down her legs, made her truly feel like a
shameless whore, just like the guards and Gert had said, a
slut who could orgasm from anything male, even cattle, horses, pigs, or dogs.
“Ah, ah…” she groaned uncontrollably, crying and regretting. Why, why
didn’t she use her princess status to leave? Why, why did she have to hold on to all of this? “Ah, ah
…” she screamed in anguish.
In the candlelight of the interrogation room, her long, bent legs, as white and slender as her buttocks,
were spread apart by Batmon's hairy legs. They seemed not to belong to her body; her left
leg was numb, and her right leg had its knees worn raw. Her feet, like jade carvings, had ridges of red and white...
Her soft flesh, ten adorable little toes curled tightly, along with her rounded heels, looked
so slender from behind, forming an arched shape with her delicate ankles, like pillars supporting the sky.
After the man pulled down his pants, his two firm buttocks, each bearing a bite scar,
moved back and forth behind the woman's snow-white body, slapping against her repeatedly. His two testicles, hanging beneath his dark pubic hair,
slapped against Aliya's full mons pubis. A thin, long penis, coated in the honeyed
fluid of Aliya's vagina, glistening like a giant sausage, thrust in and out of her vagina, making
soft, squelching sounds, causing the honeyed fluid to splatter everywhere.
"Ah...you...ah..."
Aliya's voice trembled as she cried out, her large breasts and reddish-brown
nipples, along with her delicate collarbone and the glistening veins of her taut neck, all undulating
forward. Her belly, swollen with horse urine, almost touching the ground,
moved back and forth like the rumbling belly of a cow or horse after drinking its fill of water.
"Don't just enjoy it, Your Highness, drink it quickly." "
Hurry up, didn't you want to poop? You can poop after you finish drinking."
Behind her, the man's penis, much whiter than his body, moved in and out of Aliya's red, moist flesh .
Each rubbing was like an electric shock of pleasure, causing Aliya to slightly close her eyes, like a female dog
sticking out her delicate red tongue, panting weakly.
Beside her, the guards continued their chorus of words, their large, hairy hands kneading Aria
's breasts and pinching her erect, engorged nipples, which flushed red with lust.
The men's words, like the whispers of demons in her ear, mingled with Bartmont's penis,
the horse urine filling her stomach, and everything else, all together destroying Aria's will. "Ahhh..." she cried,
silvery spiderwebs clinging to her open mouth, her eyes glazed as she stared at the filthy chamber pot, shaking her head
.
Yes, just... just one sip, and it would all be over... The men's burning penises were eroding
her senses, but no matter what, the urge to defecate, the urge that was driving her mad, could not be
completely masked by the pleasure. "Ahhh..." she sobbed, yielding, and raised her head again. Unable to bear
their torment any longer, she pressed her head against the wooden bucket filled with horse urine, but before she could even touch it,
the pungent stench made her stomach churn again, and she
vomited uncontrollably.
"Shit, you almost threw up on me!" A guard closest to her quickly moved aside.
Streams of clear, acidic liquid continued to flow from Alya's small mouth. The stench of horse urine and feces,
mixed with the acidity of human intestines, filled the room, already reeking of blood and sweat. The stronger odors even overpowered
the guards' body odor and the perfume on Gert's body.
"Your Highness is truly delicate and precious! You vomit the moment you're offered horse piss?"
"Damn it, back in my war days, I drank my own piss, let alone horse piss! Bah!"
The guard from the Hungry Wolf Mountains moved like a construct, relentlessly thrusting,
his hips slapping Aliya's two snow-white buttocks reddening from the impact. She lay on the ground, her
two flawless breasts pressed into flat, white orbs, jutting forward. Because they were already pert and round,
the side breasts were visible from her sides.
Amidst the guard's lewd and mocking actions, she weakly shook her head. She wanted to say she wasn't faking it, that she
truly couldn't stand the taste, but no matter how she expressed it, it was useless.
With each slap, the long, thin penis continued to penetrate the tender, red flesh. Rings
of delicate pubic flesh, like tiny, sucking mouths, clung tightly to Bartmont's shaft. Each
time the glans withdrew, it seemed to pull the tender flesh out with it; each time the root disappeared completely,
it seemed to squeeze the flesh out, causing the swollen, red flesh to bulge around it, sending intense,
indescribable pleasure into Aliya's body. No matter how much she cried or screamed, she used her body
to prove her utter helplessness before the man's penis, writhing in shame.
"Ah, ah..."
"What? Your Highness, why don't you eat what you vomited up first, and then drink the horse urine?" Beside him, another
guard continued to play with Alia's hair, grabbing her beautiful breasts. Five thin
fingers, like eagle claws, pinched and squeezed her fair, round breasts, pinching her nipples that swayed forward, and
said to the head guard in a flattering tone.
"Ugh..." Alia shook her head, vomiting, feeling ashamed. The hot
, wet vagina felt like a small mouth sucking on a man's penis. The tennis balls at both ends and the marks from the urethral plug could be clearly
felt as it tightened, making Bartholomew almost fly to the sky. He was like a dog in heat, moving, thrusting, and ramming with all
his might, sweating profusely.
With each thrust, the wet, throbbing penis was withdrawn from the pink, tender honeypot. The once tight opening of the
vagina stretched open with the glans's withdrawal, only to close again with each forceful thrust.
The rough movements of the glans caused the tender flesh inside the vagina to swell and turn red, making the ligaments in the hollows of Alya's snow-white thighs, covered
in honey, tremble and quiver. But she couldn't stop; instead, she became even more ecstatic, wanting Bartmont to continue
, to rape her with his thin cock, to let him fuck her while she bent over with her big, white buttocks sticking out.
"Ahhhhh..." Alya lowered her head. If it weren't for the guards holding her up, her long, shimmering pink
hair would have been lying on the ground. Her fair, full forehead was pressed against her slender arms. She gritted her teeth, trying to suppress
the sounds escaping her throat, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't. The guards then forced
her to look up at them, and at Gert, who stood high above holding the memory crystal recording the message.
"Come on, Your Highness, drink up, hurry up, didn't you want to poop?" they continued, one by one...
His calloused hands, sore from the roughness, encircled Aliya's bare, fair back,
caressing her butterfly-like shoulders and delicate spine, like milking a cow. He pinched
her round breasts, their reddish-brown nipples, shaping them into gourds. He pinched her
large, swollen belly, held it tightly, and supported her shoulders to keep her from collapsing. The pleasurable,
stimulating sensation, heightened by the pain of her bloating, was indescribable—a stimulation within pain
, a pleasurable feeling that caused her pupils to dilate, and everything before her eyes to begin to spin and blur.
Father, Maya… Green… Elma…
“Ah, ah… You, you are not human…” Tears welled in her beautiful eyes
, and her small nose, smeared with vomit, flared. Once again, helplessly, she turned her gaze
to the bucket of swaying horse urine. Her intelligent face was filled with helplessness and despair, yet it was also
made more beautiful by lust, a complex expression of life and death. As they spoke and played with her, she once again
stretched out her long, pink neck and stuck out a small, delicate tongue.
“Ugh…” But the result was the same. She couldn’t touch those things at all. Not to mention touching them, just
thinking about them made her vomit uncontrollably.
"Shit, no way?"
"Damn! You slut from the sewers!"
Streams of acidic water gushed from Aliya's mouth again. Even though she hadn't eaten much these past few days
, and even though she couldn't vomit anything, all of this...
"Ugh..."
The guards dodged, jumped, and cursed again. The guard from the Hungry Wolf Mountain region continued
as if nothing had happened, moving his body and fucking the princess's
tender cunt with his long, thin penis.
"Ah, ugh..." Aliya lowered her head, helplessly spitting out what was in her mouth. Clearly, clearly
it was so painful, but her cunt, her cunt, her cunt felt so good, as if she had been injected with
a hallucinogenic drug, allowing her to forget all her troubles. All of this...
Suddenly, the guard who was fucking Aliya felt the princess's cunt tighten, her tender
honey hole writhing rapidly, almost like a vacuum tube sucking his penis. Oh no! Caught completely off
guard, the guard was startled and tried to pull his penis out, but it was too late.
"Ahhhhh..." Princess Alia groaned sweetly as she vomited, her slender waist and fair
back arching in an upward curve, her ten numb fingertips and
long, fleshy toes curled tightly together.
In an instant, Bartmont felt as if Alia's vagina was about to crush his penis. Suddenly,
a cold sensation jolted his glans. "Waaah..." His legs trembled, his urethra loosened, and a stream of semen
shot out from his glans.
"Holy crap, no way? Princess Aria actually had an orgasm while vomiting? How many times has this happened today?"
"G...five?"
"Go away, you son of a bitch, can you even count? Two is followed by three, what five?"
In an instant, everything seemed to drift away from Aria. She didn't know where she was, where she was
. The pleasure of the orgasm, the stimulation of her senses, replaced all the pain and torment, making her feel like she was flying, as if
her soul had flown out of her body, as if she had returned to those afternoons when she, Maye, and Luna
were enjoying afternoon tea together in that amber-colored room. Warm sunlight streamed in through the window, making her
whole body feel warm and comfortable, bathed in golden sunlight, the rich fragrance of lilacs
wafting in from outside the window in the afternoon.
"Ahhh..." She stretched her neck out, arching her pink neck, her long, snow-white legs kicking and
twisting her body. Streams of fragrant sweat seeped from her body. Her swollen and red vulva, already red from the thrusting,
remained tightly clenched, as if trying to squeeze out the last drop of semen, gripping Bartmont's
penis and writhing rapidly.
"Damn, can't take it anymore? Come on."
But, because of the hallucinogenic drug, the pleasure of this orgasm, like the previous ones, was so short-lived.
After only a moment, the cramping in her stomach, the tearing pain in her anus, and the urge to urinate, along with the torment of feeling
as if her bones were broken, and the chill that made her want to curl up into a ball, once again overwhelmed her
.
"Ahhh..." Arya, pinned to the ground, felt something being pulled out between her legs, and then
something else being inserted.
No, you... Ahh... She sobbed in despair, unable to wake from this nightmare. She
felt like the lowest prostitute, violated by these lowly people, these beasts, and she couldn't help but shed tears and groan
.
Why, why, ancestors of the A and Ya clans! Aliya only wanted to make Nelfa strong again,
why must Aliya be punished like this? Was everything Aliya did wrong? Why,
why!!!
"Ahh... you... you can't do this... you promised me... to let me go to the restroom...
Ahh... I can't... I can't take it anymore... Ahhhhhh..."
She screamed, cried, and sobbed, shaking her rounded, snow-white shoulders, which
were like the beautiful, thin blades of a butterfly with its wings folded.
Behind him, another short guard from the western region took Batmon's place. He loosened his belt, revealing
a penis that was already engorged with veins, but not very thick or long.
It was also crookedly divided into three sections, likely due to excessive masturbation. After rubbing it against Alia's red, moist lips a couple of times
, he thrust it forcefully into Alia's vagina.
"Ahhh..." He held Alia's body, not in Batmon's kneeling, rear-entry style,
but directly pressing down on Alia's beautiful back, pinning her to the ground, moving his penis inside her large, white buttocks
, thrusting in and out repeatedly.
*Thud, thud*, one after another, two protruding penises, even
more powerful than Bartholomew's, rubbed against Alia's sensitive pubic flesh from different positions on either side.
"Ahhh..." The heavily pregnant princess was pressed to the ground, her lower abdomen, already filled with horse urine, almost
bursting open, as she screamed shrilly.
"Stop...stop...my stomach...ahhh...ahhh..."
"Stop, stop what? Lord Gert said he likes to see me crying while being fucked."
"Gaga, everyone gaga gaga take turns, after one round gaga gaga, we'll do another round."
"If you want to poop, hurry up and drink the horse urine, or you might vomit it out of your mouth from being fucked by us
."
"Can you really fuck the horse urine out of your mouth?"
"Why not? Didn't you see how much His Highness has vomited? If he keeps vomiting, he might
vomit the horse urine out."
"No...I don't want to...ahhh..." Aliya shook her head in pain, her huge belly,
squeezed by the small guard, overflowed from both sides of her waist, forming two white semicircles.
Inside her stomach, it felt like it was exploding, and large amounts of horse urine, with no outlet, surged upwards,
the thick yellow soup churning in her small intestine.
She screamed and groaned, her snow-white arms stretching wildly forward, yet, strangely, her own
vagina still felt so good. The man's ugly penis scraped against her honeypot from both sides, the terrifying
itching feeling like a thousand ants crawling inside her. Only after the man's penis was inserted
and began to move, could the itching be relieved, that, that…
"Ahhhhh…" She shook her head in pain, struggling and twisting, her two pear-shaped
buttocks slapping and turning crimson under the man's pile driver-like pressure. In a short while, the guard
's penis was covered with sticky white fluid, a gift left by the previous entrant and
the love juice secreted from Aliya's own vagina, sticking to her blooming petals, which
was drawn in with each thrust of the short guard.
Alia, in agony, kicked her long, slender, snow-white legs, her long toes gripping the ground tightly.
Her sphincter muscles, bleeding from the tennis ball, strained to their limit, trying to pull the ball out of her body. But
… but… the intense heat inside her vagina made her involuntarily open her mouth,
suppressing any utterances, silently screaming in her heart: "Faster, faster, harder, harder, ah
ah, ah ah ah ah ah…" She screamed and moaned.
The guard's thin, curved penis thrust in and out of her tender, red flesh, slap slap slap slap, slap slap, slap slap
. The short man frantically moved his hips, wishing he could shove his own testicles into the princess
's vagina. Alia's two round, upturned buttocks bounced like springs as he pounded them
.
"Ahhh, no... I can't take it anymore... Ahhh..." Aliya screamed softly,
the urge to defecate growing stronger and stronger, driving her crazy. The torment and pain were beyond what a normal person could endure, and the hot
penis was squeezing and spreading her buttocks apart. The two outward protrusions kept scraping back and forth on her sensitive lips.
The guard from the western region, who seemed to be small in stature, seemed to have infinite explosive power. Every time he lifted his buttocks,
he almost pulled the head of his penis out of Aliya's honey hole. Every time he squeezed in,
he went all the way in, as if he wanted to reach her cervix and pierce her body.
With a series of spurts, the honey-like fluid, like rice porridge, was squeezed out by his penis, flowing along
the gaps in her stretched petals and onto her pink, curly pubic hair. Aliya's legs
thrashed like frogs, her long, pink right leg, still strong, its toes gripping the ground, her delicate
soles and heels tensed to their limit, even her toes soaked in sweat. Her left leg, however, seemed to have lost
its own, limply lying on the ground.
"Hurry, hurry and drink this."
Her intelligent eyes were unfocused, her fair, curved neck flushed crimson,
her tongue darting between her open lips as she watched the guards move the wooden bucket closer to her, lowering it, lowering it further. The
murky, foul-smelling horse urine trickled down the edge of the bucket, slowly approaching her mouth.
"Ugh..." But before they could empty the urine, she couldn't help but vomit again.
"Ugh... I really can't... Ugh..." Her throat, sticky with clear mucus, churned, and
acidic fluid churning from her stomach kept overflowing from her small mouth. The pain in her stomach,
the dry heaving with almost nothing coming out, the churning sensation made her feel like she was in hell. But strangely, her body
was more sensitive than ever before, as if injected with a hallucinogenic drug, making it unbearable.
"Ahhh..."
"What the hell is going on?"
"My lord, Her Highness the Princess!"
Suddenly, after a series of desperate cries filled with sobs, Aliya's mouth, which was already covered in semen
, opened and closed, her small tongue moving inside her mouth. Her body, reddened from the torment of the guards' penises and the urge to defecate
, trembled and spasmed like a sieve. The muscular physique she had developed from years of swordsmanship and horseback riding
was visible to the naked eye. She seemed to be suffocating,
unable to breathe, as if her soul had flown out of her body. Thick streams of love fluid gushed out from the fleshy cavity at the base of her thighs, and
the tender flesh at the base of her two snow-white thighs throbbed along with it. At the same time, Aliya finally blacked out
, unable to endure the torment of the guards any longer, and fainted.
Suddenly, everyone surrounding her panicked. Of course, Alia
had fainted several times during these days of torment, but this sudden scene still startled Gelt, who quickly stopped the memory
crystal's recording.
"Damn it, playing dead again?" He walked over with a ruthless expression, raising his foot to kick Alia's
shoulder, but Alia's body only moved slightly and then showed no further reaction.
"Sir, Princess Alia seems to have really fainted." The guard named Tylan hurriedly pried open
Alia's eyelids to check, speaking in a flustered manner.
"You stinking Barbarossa pig, didn't you see Princess Alia has a belly full of horse piss? And you're still on top of her
, what if you crush her to death?" On the other side, a guard also from the southern region
shouted at the short Barbarossa guard.
"Uh, I didn't expect this..." the short guard said with a mournful face, pulling up his trousers and quickly
getting off Alia.
"Hey, do you want me to get some water?"
"Yes, bring me a hose! You bunch of stinking pigs, if anything really happens to Princess Alia, I'll
hang you all!" the young nobleman yelled hysterically at his subordinates.
"Sir, didn't you say you could play with the princess to death and it wouldn't matter? You have connections, you have your father, don't you?"
The guard, who had just finished with Alia and was planning to have another round, brought up the very thing he shouldn't have.
"That's right, of course I'm fine, but I didn't say anything about you." Gert said menacingly to Bartmont.
The tall, thin guard, with a pained expression, quickly grabbed the hose, but to no avail. They supported Alia's
body and splashed water on the princess's face, but the princess remained with her eyes closed. Her lips, covered in filth,
moved slightly, but there was no further reaction. Her whole body felt like it was on fire.
"Sir, could Her Highness have a fever?" a guard named Tylan suggested.
"Fever? More like being in heat, right? If you ask me, a few more rounds and it'll be fine." Bartmont, ever the clever one,
grinned widely. But before he could finish his sentence, Gert glared at him, shutting him up.
"Bullshit! You stupid pig with your head in your ass! Your mother's in heat, that's what she looks like. How come all my men
are idiots like you?" the young nobleman roared, kicking him. Then, his eyes darted around, and he
said to Tyrannosaurus, "Quickly, go to Butcher Street and find Doctor Sorugu."
"My lord, call a doctor to treat Her Highness the Princess, in case..."
"It's alright, he's my father's private physician, there won't be any problems."
"Yes, sir."
"You lot, quickly carry Her Highness to the torture bed and find her some clothes. Hurry, hurry..."
In the basement of the No. 2 Military Police Prison, the young noblemen and guards were in a panic surrounding the unconscious Aria
. At that very moment, not far from this prison, just a few blocks away in the palace,
the second prince, who had been promoted to regent, once again followed his daily routine, or rather,
performed his daily duties on behalf of his sisters, and came to His Majesty's bedroom.
"Reis...Reis's here?"
Outside the window, the afternoon sun, along with the white clouds in the sky, turned into golden fragments, sprinkling into
the room where King A-Laroma I once lived. King A-Krull III, once known as a ruler who guarded the country,
a ruler who did nothing, yet had six children he was most proud of, and firmly believed that his children would make Nelfa prosperous and
immortal, like all old men defeated by the god of time, lay alone on
his exquisite and magnificent bed, and beside him, apart from Agger who had just come to see him, there was only one
court lady: Lady Ray-Granfenia, alone.
"Your Majesty, you have made a mistake again, it is the Second Prince, Prince Agger, who has come to see you." The court lady who had been guarding the royal bed
saw Agger enter, quickly stood up from her chair, bowed to him, and said to the king.
"Yes, I know... Reis, I'm relieved to see you back."
"Your Majesty..." The court lady looked at Ager with slight embarrassment, unsure of what to do. But
the second prince, already used to this scene, simply waved his hand and tiptoed to his father's bedside.
"Father, it's me, Ager. Brother Ares hasn't returned from the Empire yet; we're still waiting for him."
"Don't... don't blame your brother... Ager... was just blinded by power..."
He reached out and grasped his father's withered, aged hands, already etched with age spots. The aged emperor placed his other
hand on his son's, seemingly finally recognizing that the person before his bed wasn't his eldest son, but his
words remained unchanged.
"Reis... don't blame Ager... Ager did his best... but his vision was too short... he couldn't
see as far as you could..." The aged emperor looked at his son, his cloudy, gray eyes
reflecting Ager's expressionless face.
"Your Majesty..." the court lady murmured awkwardly again. Regent Ager, his face
as cold as ice, merely nodded slightly. "Yes, Father, I know..."
"Reis... I'm relieved to see you back... Lia... Luna... they were talking
about you yesterday... Luna, come here..."
The aging, failing eyesight, even his once sharp brown pupils now clouded with gray, beckoned to Lady Reis-
Granfenia. "Luna, come here, don't stand so far away... Reis...
thankfully, Luna kept me company every day while you were away..."
“Luna isn’t like your other sisters…Cess is capable…Lia is clever…Maye is skilled in martial arts…Only
Luna…I’m worried about Luna…”
The elegant court lady continued to stand helplessly by the bed, her mouth slightly open, seemingly wanting to
remind His Majesty again that she was not his daughter, but merely a lady-in-waiting to the late Empress. But Agger
gently shook his head again. “Don’t worry, Father, I will take good care of Luna and find her
a very, very good husband…”
he continued softly, as if speaking of a mere passerby.
“Ahem…That’s good…Now that you’re back, you can wait for Cecily to return, and then you can…be together
…Cess, Lia…and Agger…be kind to your brother…he can help you…but keep
a close eye on him…The throne can corrupt…be wary of the nobles in the council…win
them over, but don’t let them control you…control the judges…as long as…as long as you siblings are united…”
" There is hope for Nerfa..."
"Yes, Father, rest assured, I will treat them kindly." The second prince, who was the regent of the country
, said softly.

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