【The Tale of Princess Nelfa of the Imperial Kingdom】(A fanfiction of trsmk2's epic princess trilogy) 4 (The Corridor)

Author: Audience
Published on April 25, 2017 on 001
First Release Website: 001
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I glanced at it, the last chapter was posted on the 9th, and now it's the 25th... Actually, Chapter 4 was finished a long time ago
, but due to word count issues, Chapters 5 and 6 were delayed. I originally planned to post them all together after finishing them,
so I could finish the beginning of the first part, take a break, and work on other novels. But I didn't expect Chapter 6 to have
a problem, it's stuck... It seems there won't be any more updates today, so I'll just check Chapter 4 again and post it
.
Whether it counts as no explicit content is hard to say, the psychological control and the audience's reactions are still just as troublesome.
Sigh, I can only say thank you all for your support, thank you t2 for your support.
And thank you to the moderator for the formatting.
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] Original address of "Magic Experiments" : [bbs]thread-3820258-1-1.html[/bbs] Original address of " 　　The Wrongfully Convicted Princess" 　　:
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********** ... 　　They craned their necks, peering from each cell toward the stairwell entrance, and sure enough, they saw a half-naked 　　, snow-white body being led by a group of guards to the entrance of the stone spiral staircase. 　　"Look! The bitch princess is here again!" 　　"Hey, bitch princess, how's it going? Doesn't my big cock feel especially good inside you? 　　You've come looking for me again?" 　　"Go to hell, your little thing isn't as good as my big stick!" 　　"Haha, bitch princess, let us fuck you again." 　　"Bitch, bitch, my cock wants your mouth again, suck me one more time." 　　"Look, isn't my ass whiter than yours?" 　　Suddenly, the prison corridor turned into a bustling market. Prisoners in their cells stretched out their arms, 　　shouting through the gaps in the iron bars, straining their noses and heads outwards, pulling down their pants, 　　stroking their cocks, patting their rash-covered buttocks, humiliating the naked princess. 　　Each jeer and lewd whisper from the prisoners was like a knife, piercing Aliya 　　's heart as she was caught in a whirlpool of lust. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her head bowed, her lips clenched. Because 　　the guards holding the chains had deliberately pulled her down, she could only walk with her body hunched over, her large, white buttocks protruding, her high 　　heels clicking as she moved through the cell. 　　In the dim light, her snow-white buttocks appeared even rounder and fuller, 　　a large sausage protruding from her buttocks appearing even larger than before, like a man's engorged, dark red penis, 　　tormenting her body with each step. 　　"Look, what's stuck in that bitch princess's ass?" 　　"Fuck you, you slut! We can't even get meat, we just eat moldy bread every day, and you nobles 　　are sticking sausages in your asses!" 　　"Haha, isn't it more enjoyable for that bitch princess to have sausages in her ass than for us?" 　　Once one of the king's most beloved daughters, the most promising political star of the kingdom, the princess, though 　　she had walked naked past these cells in shame more than once in recent days, 　　facing these lustful prisoners, being humiliated and played with, more than once, she still couldn't bear it at this moment. 　　Beneath her pink hair, her long, brush-like eyelashes, 　　trembling slightly, fully expressed the pain in her heart. 　　She lowered her head, silent, pulled by the chain around her neck. In the dim light, 　　her hands were visible, chained behind her back. She wore a tight, ill-fitting gray prison uniform. Through her 　　pink hair, a glimpse of her full, white breasts could be seen at the neckline, along with the outline of her collarbone 　　. Her breasts, not bound by the tight-fitting garment, sagged beneath the gray fabric, forming rounded hemispheres that 　　swayed with each step. 　　Her heart was filled with indescribable sorrow, and an unbearable craving for a man's body fueled by hallucinogenic drugs 　　. Her long, white legs, as alluring as her large, white buttocks, 　　tapped and clattered with each step… Due to prolonged torment and abuse, her legs felt like they didn't belong to her; she could barely walk, her rounded knees and snow-white thighs 　　constantly clattering together in 　　her black high heels . The exposed, barely concealed white navel beneath the tight gray prison uniform, the smooth, 　　freckled abdomen, and the small tuft of pink pubic hair, glistening under the oil lamplight like the petals of a velvet flower 　　, with its sticky beads and curled pubic hair, and the faintly visible red slit beneath the pink pubic hair 　　. 　　"Your Highness, you're still as popular as ever here," the guard leading the chain lewdly 　　. 　　"Gah, you bunch of guys who've never been with a woman before, haven't you? You're 　　like hungry wolves!" the guard with the accent of the Northern Dragon Fang Mountains shouted at the prisoners, kicking a 　　cell pillar. 　　"Hey, sir, you eat every day, you can't just say you ate yesterday and not eat today, can you?" 　　"Bitch princess, bitch princess, come here and let me kiss you, kiss you..." A 　　burly man with hardly any teeth left shouted, and as the princess's body was being pulled by chains and close to the cell, he suddenly grabbed 　　her.

"Ah!" Aliya cried out, her feet, squeezed in her black high heels, lost their
footing, and her alluring white body was almost dragged into the cell.
Immediately, prisoners reached out and grabbed the princess's body.
"Haha, you bitch princess, your tits are still so big!"
"Your Highness, Your Highness, do you remember me? I'm the one who made you roll your eyes back, hahahaha..."
They shouted loudly, sticking out their tongues and licking the princess's cheeks, their wet, sticky
tongues sliding across her fair skin. Large hands, their fingernails covered in dirt, grabbed
the princess's breasts through her clothes, kneading and pinching them hard, causing tears to well up in Aliya's eyes from the pain. They touched her plump,
pert buttocks and even stuck their fingers between her legs, inserting them into her thighs.
"Ahhh..."
"Haha, Princess, look here, look here!!"
One prisoner, having discovered the wetness between the princess's thighs, shouted, his fingers covered in honey-like fluid. His yellowed fingernails were
glistening with the sticky fluid, making Aliya utterly ashamed. Another prisoner grabbed the
large sausage inserted into the princess's anus and twisted it hard.
"Ahhh..."
The sausage, thicker than a baby's fist, twisted inside her delicate rectum, causing the entire end of her rectum to rotate.
The pain, as if it were twisting her body in two, exceeded the limits of human endurance.
The princess, who had tried to maintain her royal dignity and remain silent, couldn't bear it any longer and let out another piercing scream.
"That sound is so beautiful."
"Bitch, let me hear you scream a few more times."
Aliya, in pain so intense she was about to collapse to the ground, was on the verge of tears, struggling with clenched teeth
.
"Ahhh..." Amidst the prisoners' humiliation and torment, she kept her eyes tightly shut. Yes, she craved their
touch. She truly couldn't take it anymore. She wanted men, desperately wanted them, but the dignity of the royal family
, the court etiquette she had learned since childhood, and that last shred of self-respect before the narcotic addiction reached
its limit—"No, let me go!"—made her move weakly, resisting.
"Hurry up, don't dawdle here." The guard in front tugged at the chain around the princess's neck again.
"Ahhh…," the princess, held by the prisoner, immediately stumbled forward.
"Haha, caught them!"
"Your Highness, we've been waiting for you for so long!"
Immediately, the prisoners in the next cell also stretched out their arms, shouting, and pulling at the princess's body.
"You, let go..." In an instant, the prisoners in the back cell, separated by iron bars, grabbed the princess's long, white legs
and buttocks, while those in the front cell grabbed her upper body, which was tightly bound by her prison uniform, and reached out to knead her
breasts. Rough,
sandpaper-like hands slipped inside her tight, short clothes, rubbing against her
silky skin, climbing up her snow-white abdomen, scraping painfully against Alia's skin.
The narrow, gray prison uniform was haphazardly torn and pulled up by seven or eight large hands, revealing a pair of firm
, full breasts like ripe peaches, with bright red nipples. Rough hands gripped, kneaded, pinched
, and twisted the two reddish-brown nipples with their nails, and one prisoner even put his mouth to hers, licking them with his tongue
.
"Haha..." A man with several large scars on his arm stretched out his arm, grabbing the princess's
swollen, firm breasts, which seemed to be filled with milk. He licked
the nipples of those breasts, which were meant for her future husband or her children, stimulating the sensitive nerves. Because
he pulled them so close, he sucked on the entire nipple.
No...
Aliya's head was thrown back, her long, slender, snow-white legs trembling, her whole body going limp.
A stream of honey-like fluid rose from the tender flesh inside her vagina. The sensation
of the man sucking on her nipples nearly broke her will, but after being tortured for so long, the effects of the hallucinogenic drug had slightly worn off
, and she still had a sliver of reason left to struggle and resist.
"Let, let me go..." she groaned through gritted teeth, unable to bear it any longer. Her long, slender, snow-white legs
were lifted up by the prisoners through the bars, revealing the alluring red flesh between her thighs. Rough, large hands vied
to penetrate this crevice that might one day bear princes and dukes.
Rough, dark fingers dug and pried at the pink, flower-like opening.
The men's rough fingers, like fiery serpents, squeezed into the tight opening, stretching the pink flesh
open to its maximum extent, revealing the glistening, pink folds of flesh glistening with nectar.
Aliya trembled, twisting her body, feeling completely drained. The stimulation of the fingers digging into her tight vaginal walls
made her feel like she was about to collapse, emitting seductive sounds.
"No...no...yes..."
"Haha..." Suddenly, something sprayed onto the princess's face. Aliya was startled, but
the familiar smell made her know what it was without even looking—a prisoner
was masturbating on her face.
"Go to hell, get away!" A burly prisoner pushed away the prisoner who had been near Aliya's face
, quickly masturbating and spraying another load of paste onto Aliya's face.
The white liquid, but compared to Aliya's snow-white face, looked like a yellowish paste,
sprayed again from the man's glans, clinging to Aliya's long, upturned eyelashes, her tightly closed eyes
, her delicate nose, and her cheeks.
Aliya's lips were tightly pressed together, a fiery heat burning within her body. "So hot, I'm so hot, I ca
n't take it anymore, I want it, I want it!" she moaned inwardly. Amidst her cries of agony, "Splat!" another stream of thick, white semen shot
onto her tightly clenched lips, like rose petals, even blocking her nose, making it hard for her to breathe, forcing her
to open her mouth.
*Pfft, pfft*, streams of white, sticky semen spurted from the penises of the men, hitting Aliya.
It even entered her small mouth.
The third princess of the Nerfa Kingdom was in pain, yet also filled with unspeakable anticipation. She shook her head, white,
sticky fluid clinging to her pearly white teeth, pink lips, and rosy little tongue. She wanted to
vomit up this disgusting stuff, but before she could even open her mouth, "Ugh, ugh, ugh," another thick penis was thrust into
her small mouth. A prisoner grabbed her head, almost pressing her face into the cell,
moving wildly between two iron bars.
"Haha, how's it going? You bitch princess, how's my cock?"
"Shit, you always use me as cannon fodder in every war. I only killed a few farmers and ate a cow,
and you sentenced me to death, leaving me here to die. You son of a bitch, if it weren't for you war-loving royals
, I wouldn't have to suffer like this, stuck here for the rest of my life."
"Waaaaah..." The princess, her clothes torn to shreds, shook her head in agony.
She didn't know what any of this had to do with her, she probably didn't even hear what the prisoner was saying, she
just struggled and twisted with all her might.
Suddenly, there was another loud crash. Tyran slammed her stick against the bars outside the cell, startling the prisoner who was holding the princess.
Taking advantage of this moment, "Hey, come here!"
A prisoner in the cell in front grabbed the princess's arm and pulled her forward.
"Ah..."
The poor princess darted past the second cell, like a pile of white powder,
dragging forward on her knees, her knees and breasts chafed painfully by the floor, as the prisoners in that cell grabbed her.
Rough, large hands twisted, groped, and grabbed the princess's body, caressing her slender, white
waist.
"Look at that, the bitch is eating my cum!"
"Bitch, open your mouth and suck it too."
Just like the prisoners in the first two cells, they took advantage of the guards' tacit approval to wantonly play with the princess's body
. They stretched out their rough hands, digging between her white legs, touching her large, white buttocks, holding
one of her long, slender legs, kissing and rubbing them with their own penises, panting heavily
. One of the prisoners simply pulled off Aria's shoes and inserted his penis into
the gap between her heel and the shoe, making the princess's small feet perform footjob on him.
"Damn, the princess's feet are truly exquisite."
"Rotten maggot, the way you talk makes it sound like you've played with countless feet."
The slickness of the man's penis head sticking to her heel created a disgusting sensation that
made Aria shake her head violently, almost driven mad by shame.
Suddenly, instead of joining the others in playing with the princess's body, one of the prisoners took
out the large Nelfa sausage from Aria's anus, shook it a couple of times to wipe away the yellow stains, and began to gnaw on
it.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"What am I doing? Of course, I'm eating. Sir, if we can't play with a whore, can't we at least have some extra food?"
"Gazhegegulai!"
The guard with the Dragon Tooth Mountain accent and the guard named Tailan both shouted. The princess had
completely lost her sense of place and location. She only knew that many fingers, like streams of clear
spring water and fiery sticks, were rolling and kneading her body. No, no... no...
I want... I want... She opened her small mouth, her face covered with egg-white-like sticky fluid, her eyes barely open, and she
was moaning incoherently.
In the deep, dim glow of the kerosene lamp, thick, dark arms stretched out from the cells
, covering the walls of the corridor like countless terrifying tentacles, awaiting her fragrant flesh.
And this was only the beginning…
“Ahhh, ahhhhh…”
************ Drip, drip, drops of white, sticky fluid 　　dripped down
her pink, more reddish-brown nipples . 　　When the poor princess finally reached the bottom floor 　　of the main fortress of the Second Military Police Prison, dragging her weary body, she arrived at the door of the so-called luxury suite. Warden Gert had just finished 　　his special afternoon tea: a quail pie baked by the owner of the pastry shop outside the Second Military Police Prison 　　, along with a bottle of wine from the Duchy of Red Deer. 　　"Come in!" He pulled the napkin from his collar, wiped his mouth, took 　　the wine glass the servant had refilled and handed him, and leisurely looked at the interrogation room door. 　　With a creak and the screeching of the metal hinges that seemed to be being tightened, the heavy wooden door of the interrogation room 　　was pushed open from the outside. A snow-white female body, handcuffed and shackled, her large white buttocks raised, like a female dog being led by chains , kneeling on the floor, came into his view. Yes, it was 　　Princess Aria, the third princess of the Empire, who had just been played with and ejaculated 　　by the prisoners above and was now unable to walk. 　　Before my eyes, the wronged and humiliated princess lay sprawled on the ground in a humiliating posture, her large, white buttocks 　　raised high, her bare, snow-white buttocks, the alluring curve of her back, and her slender, 　　white arms shackled at the wrists. Strands of pink hair clung haphazardly to her back, sliding 　　down her snow-white neck, and through the hair, the tips of her two peach-like breasts could be vaguely seen, 　　swaying below. 　　Drip, drip, drops of thick semen, like rice porridge, dripped from her pink, hard, 　　pomegranate-seed-like nipples and the pink pubic hair at the base of her fair thighs, falling onto the cold floor. 　　Each drop was so clear, distinct, and conspicuous. 　　"Why so slow?" Gert asked, placing his feet on the interrogation table before him, chin raised, 　　nostrils flaring. 　　"Hey, it's all because Princess Alia is too flirtatious. She can't resist any man she sees, making the prisoners not 　　want her to leave." The guard holding the chains grinned and said casually.

The princess, crawling on the ground like a dog, bit her lip. Despite the shame and humiliation,
her body
burned with a fiery urge, fueled by the prisoners' recent torment and her lack of access to the anesthetic.
Yes, those prisoners, behind each cell, had grabbed her body, kneaded her
breasts, inserted their hands into her vagina, and used their mouths and feet to...
Her snow-white thighs, her knees worn raw from the long steps and corridors, her
calves smeared with the prisoners' semen. Even now, she could vividly
recall how the prisoners had grabbed her body, dragged her legs into the cells, and rubbed their penises against her
to vent their lust. She could still feel the friction between her mons pubis and the prison bars.
"Mmm..." Her snow-white thighs rubbed together incessantly, and a honey-like fluid
flowed continuously from her vagina, running down her pink pubic hair and covering the inside of her plump, white thighs, mixing with the men's semen
. Her pair of reddish-brown nipples itched so badly she wanted to find something to rub and squeeze them immediately.
Dragging her tired, feverish body, she twisted her snow-white buttocks as she crawled in from outside the door, a black high-heeled shoe sticking out between her two snow-white buttocks
.
"What's going on? Where's the sausage?" The high and mighty warden looked at the black spot between the princess's snow-white buttocks and
asked curiously.
"Hey, those hungry devils stole it."
"What? Princess Alia isn't as appealing as a sausage?"
"Perhaps Her Highness likes sausages herself? My lord, you didn't see
how hungry Her Highness was after the sausages were gone, so we had to use high heels instead, sticking the heels up her ass before she was satisfied. Isn't that
right, you bitch?"
In the dimly lit interrogation room, illuminated only by the light of a few tallow candles,
the princess, now completely naked except for a tattered rag around her neck, lowered her head in shame, letting the guards
pound her full right breast with their shoes.
In the candlelight, her buttocks were round and large, gleaming white, and the
anus with the high heel inserted in it involuntarily tightened and writhed because of the guards' words,
gripping the heel tightly. The desire to be tortured and ravaged by a man, to be penetrated by his large penis, made Aliya
's anus unbearably itchy. Even the walls of her vagina, which was constantly secreting love fluid, were thirsty and
writhing.
"I need a drug, I want a hallucinogen, please..." Aliya raised her head, her voice trembling.
Her voice was indistinct, yet sticky and sweet, like a feather constantly swirling in her ear,
enticing the man's desire.
"What? Did you get shot in your mouth too?" The guard holding the wine glass looked at the white fluid in the princess's open mouth
, the corners of her full lips covered in white mucus, and her pearly white teeth and
delicate tongue. He remembered how she had silenced the councilors with that mouth in the past, and he
wished he could immediately shove his penis into the princess's mouth, making her say what she had said in the council
while he fucked her mouth.
"No, it's them..." Princess Alia lowered her head in shame, her face, covered in semen
, turning red. Her ten slender fingers, with their rounded nails painted pink like seashells,
curled up in shame. But she still couldn't resist the temptation of the anesthetic, and even her
plump, upturned buttocks trembled unnaturally.
"What's going on? Why did you let Her Highness crawl in like a bitch? Has Her Highness forgotten how to walk?"
The warden, satiated with food and drink, suppressed his lust, his mind naturally recalling the arrogant Fourth Princess again
, comparing her to the Third Princess, staring at the Princess's pert, snowy buttocks.
"Hey, it's because Her Highness the Princess was playing too hard with those prisoners that she couldn't even walk, and in the end,
she had to crawl." A guard behind her leered and said, "Sir, you didn't see it, did you?
After we put the high heel in Her Highness's shoes, we let her do it herself, and the way she screamed."
"Giggle, giggle twice louder." Another guard with a Dragon Tooth Canyon accent, who was also following behind,
kicked the princess's buttocks.
One by one, the guards of lowly birth mocked the princess of the kingdom, but the imprisoned princess
had no choice but to struggle her tired body to her feet amidst their ridicule and taunts,
assuming a frog-like posture with her legs stretched out to the sides, exposing her vulva and upper body, and grabbing
the black high heel to manipulate herself.
In the candlelight, the princess's body, covered in semen, shimmered with a luminous, almost molten, light.
Clumps of thick semen, like jelly, clung to her entire body, even her hair. Her large breasts,
held between her snow-white arms, appeared even rounder and more prominent, like two white cream cakes, each adorned with
a pair of pink areolas that resembled nipples, gradually turning reddish-brown. The two small nipples, like
the tips of two little fingers, protruded upwards, hard and bulging, moving towards her cleavage as her breasts were held together
.
She straightened her chest and pulled in her stomach, her snow-white, mons pubis becoming more taut. Her spread thighs revealed two alluring
indentations. Pink pubic hair, shaped like an inverted triangle, gradually thinned out, curling on her full mons pubis,
revealing a glimpse of tender, red flesh.
"Mmm..." Aliya gasped softly, her pink neck covered in semen. Her ten slender fingers
gripped the sole of a black high heel, also smeared with semen. The muddy heel
moved incessantly inside her bright red anus, darting in and out between her tightly pressed thighs and the pink pubic hair.
Each thrust, the pleasure from the dirty heel, the scraping of its hard, square toe against her tender anus
, made her gasps grow louder. Once upon a time, this filthy
thing, inserted into her anus, was something a noble princess would never have even considered—a thought that was unthinkable. Now, however, it was more unthinkable than a red light.
She was worse than the lowest prostitute in the district, yet she was actually aroused by such a simple heel.
"Ah, ah..." Her starry eyes were slightly closed, her long, upturned eyelashes sticky with semen, and
her delicate, straight nose opened and closed with each movement. Even
her pink lips, smeared with egg-white-like yellowish sludge, would occasionally dart out the tip of her small, delicate tongue, uncontrollably wanting to lick her own
lips.
"Ha, it seems Princess Alia really likes high heels. How about I prepare a few for you
to play with every day?" The warden sitting behind the table said with a sneer, simply taking out a memory
crystal and beginning to record.
"Mmm..." Princess Aria opened her eyes in shame, glancing at Gelt who held the memory crystal.
In that instant, an indescribable feeling surged through her. She felt hot all over, incredibly ashamed, but
the oppressive effects of the hallucinogenic drug addiction, and the fact that they had stopped giving her the drug for so many days while constantly
humiliating and insulting her, made her body yearn for the climax that no matter how many times she orgasmed, it couldn't reach the level of an orgasm after the drug injection
. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she closed them again, turning her head away, unwilling to look at this little man. But her
hands couldn't stop moving.
Father, Aria... Aria... Ahh...
"It seems Princess Aria can be satisfied without the drug?" At that moment, when Aria opened her eyes
and looked at him, from Gelt's perspective, yes, he saw the shame in Aria's eyes,
the humiliation of being controlled by the drug, more lewd than a whore. But at the same time, he also saw a hint of
arrogance in her eyes, a look that suggested no matter how much he toyed with her, no matter how many men played with her body, in her heart,
he was still her defeated foe, and nothing could change
the fact that his career had been ruined by her, leaving him only to be a warden in this gloomy, cramped prison.
Suddenly, he said viciously. The princess, who had turned her head away, trembled and immediately looked back at him
.
"What? You really don't need it?" Gert lewdly smiled.
"No... I want... I'll do anything, just give me the medicine..." the princess said tremulously
, instantly abandoning all her pride and restraint.
She dared not stop what she was doing, still standing there like a frog with her white thighs spread apart
. One of her feet, missing its high heel, was covered in semen, possibly from foot fetishes committed by prisoners
. The second toe, noticeably longer than the big toe, and the little toes formed a trapezoidal slope
, trembling incessantly on the cold floor. Her other foot, forced to stand on tiptoe, was
stuck in the shoe's groove, filled with semen. The murky semen clung to the instep and the shoe's upper,
overflowing from the shoe due to the position where only the toes could touch the groove, soaking her soles
and between her toes, causing her immense discomfort as her calves trembled slightly.
The Third Princess was almost in tears as she spoke, the tender flesh of her two bent, snow-white thighs and
the ligaments of her calves and ankles trembling with each sway of this shameful and strenuous posture.
"Alright, drink these two buckets of horse urine, and I'll give you the hallucinogen." Gert continued to maintain his haughty demeanor,
waving his hand. Two subordinates immediately brought in two covered wooden buckets from outside the interrogation room and ripped off the lids
. Instantly, a strong stench of urine filled the entire room. Not only Princess Alia, but even Gert himself
almost vomited.
"Damn it, where did you find such stinky urine? Don't you know I just finished eating?"
"Sir, you told us to bring the smelliest urine. We almost threw in horse manure too."
The two guards responsible for bringing the horse urine said with bitter faces.
"Alright, so how about it? Princess Alia, do you want the hallucinogen?" He frowned, then
turned back to the princess.
The Third Princess froze. She knew Gert wasn't joking, but to make her drink this stuff
…
“Nothing but this, anything else, anything else is fine.”
“Bullshit, I want you to drink horse piss, nothing else. You choose, drink horse piss to numb the hallucinogen
, or let each of these prisoners rape you again?”
In an instant, Aliya's legs trembled. She couldn't believe what would
happen if she were gang-raped by so many prisoners again—even now, her body could still recall
how painful it was after being gang-raped by those prisoners, how her vagina, anus, mouth, jaw, and her whole body were filled with semen, how numb the pain was
, and how her whole body felt like it wasn't even her own, lying in a pile of white semen waiting to die,
unable to move at all, feeling like her body would shatter if she moved even a finger.
No, it wasn't a joke. In the constant climaxes, climaxes, climaxes... besides the climaxes, she truly
remembered nothing else. Her soul seemed to have flown out of her body, gone to her ancestors. Only those climaxes, those
unwanted climaxes, climaxes, climaxes...
Her pale neck throbbed, her pearly white teeth chattered behind her lips, her whole body
trembling. She wanted to utter that word, that phrase, wanted to surrender. Even
a thought crossed her mind: if this continued, if she were imprisoned without the dignity of a princess, she'd rather
be raped to death... Although, they might, like last time, use healing potions to
revive her, even leaving her body unharmed...
She struggled internally, in a desperate, dark world, even the
figures of Maye, Green, and her father seemed to recede into the distance. But, just as she was about to nod in agreement, tears welling in her eyes...
"Since Your Highness doesn't want to drink from the little mouth up there, then drink from the hole down there," Gert suddenly
said.
In an instant, Alia understood. As she was being grabbed by Tylan and the bearded guard, she
screamed, "Gert!"
Immediately, everyone in the interrogation room looked at her. Tyran and the bearded guard forgot their
duties and stood there.
"You can't do this to me! I'm the Queen's daughter, the third princess of Nelfa! You can't do this to me!" "
I'm willing, I'm willing to drink horse piss..."
These two voices, two thoughts, rose simultaneously in Alia's mind, battling each other.
She wanted to abandon her dignity and beg, she also wanted to discard her dignity, like a hysterical shrew, like
Gelt, stripped of everything before her, a stray dog trying to attack her with a knife, to
curse him, to hurl insults at him. But in the end, restrained by that last shred of controllable self-respect, she only uttered
this one cry and said nothing more.
"What? Your Highness, are you willing to drink horse piss now?" Gelt, who had been smiling
, was somewhat surprised by her sudden silence, but still asked smugly with a condescending attitude.
"Gelt, you won't succeed. No matter what you do to me, you won't succeed."
Alia's body trembled, her pearly white teeth chattering uncontrollably between her lips. She knew that
after saying this, this devil would only intensify his torture, but she couldn't help it. She thrust out her
breasts, as if she were the victor, as if this small interrogation room were the former municipal office,
and Gelt was a spoiled brat who had lost everything, as if she had stood naked
before all the citizens of Aya that day, trying her best to maintain her dignity, raising her head and speaking with her chest out.
"Is that so? It seems you really don't want the anesthetic." Gelt grinned maliciously, as if facing the arrogant
Maye, as if facing those lowly people who dared to surround the No. 2 Military Police Prison, he couldn't control himself from
gritting his teeth and said, "Come on, hang Her Highness up, wash her clean, and let her little mouth down there drink
its fill!"

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