【Like Water, a Tragic Sorrow】(24)

Author: Rose Paladin
Published on 1024 Forum, August 25, 2017
ID: Rose Paladin

Thank you so much to 001 for valuing me. I thought I could get more nice badges, but I've suddenly
become a literary author, something I've always dreamed of. My writing is awkward, clumsy, and unreadable;
I only barely made it into the ranks of literary authors thanks to the moderator's kindness. Thank you again. I'm willing to
do anything to create better articles for everyone. Just thinking about being a literary author like tr2, Hermit, Yang Yixing, and other invincible
masters a
big promotion like Audrey, where you get a free penny every time!

Let's talk about Ru Shui again. Audrey's suffering has only just begun. It's said that an article should have a strong beginning,
a substantial middle , and a powerful ending (my article is probably more like a pig's head, belly, and tail...). I feel I'm still in the belly stage,
so please enjoy it slowly.

I didn't reach 100 likes last week, so sad. Maybe my work
just seems bland compared to other literary authors. I hope you readers can take some time to read my work. Being a literary
author feels so stressful!!!

Also, let me explain the Blue Divine Messenger. It's not that humans have regained their magic, but rather divine magic. That armor is something like a magical device; you can think of it as a mecha wearing a magical device fueled by divine crystals. (Actually , there will be a description of this in the interrogation at the brothel
later , but I'll spoil it now to avoid confusion.) 　　　　　　　　　　　　　Chapter 24 Prince Zhang's Back View 　　My dearest prince, it was your love that gave Audrey the courage to live after enduring countless tortures; my dearest prince, do you still remember the Rose Knight captured while fighting for the empire; my dearest prince , do you know that your lover is a naked prostitute, ridden by thousands in the enemy's hellish camp? Please don't forget our vows to come and fiancée, she's there, she's there! That greasy , black-clad prostitute wearing a bitch's hood. 　　My shouts were clearly drowned out by the clatter of hooves and the scraping of metal armor, but the intuitive Andrei looked up in my direction and stared, then patted his adjutant who was reporting the battle situation, signaling him to look in my direction as well. A surge of joy filled my heart. If it weren't for the chains binding my ankles, I probably would have already run over, and even those chains held me taut. 　　"There seems to be a woman there," the tall and handsome Prince Andrei said wearily, exhausted from a sleepless night of preparation and combat. 　　"Lord Andrei, that naked woman is probably a demon prostitute. Your Highness, please look at the map, but we plan to withdraw from here and here before the demon army completes its assembly." The adjutant glanced in the direction Andrei was pointing and then reported again. 　　"She seems to be shouting something?" Andrei continued, looking in the direction of the naked woman. 　　"Sir, that might be a trap. We haven't completely captured that camp yet. A scout knight is far more important than an enemy prostitute." The adjutant glanced at the prince and said. Although he was nominally Prince Andrei's adjutant, he was the actual commander-in-chief of this night raid. Protecting the prince's safety was also of paramount importance . 　　"Moreover, these prostitutes have all signed soul contracts with the demons and are loyal servants of the demons; they are all extremely depraved women ." The adjutant said decisively. 　　I waited for Prince Andrei to ride his white steed, wielding his lance to pierce the shattered wooden wall, sever the chains binding me, then casually lift me onto his horse before galloping back to camp… 　　But nothing happened. Andrei and his adjutant merely glanced at me before continuing to stare at his damned map, ignoring my desperate cries and not even sending a single knight to scout ahead. We were only 100 meters apart! No, I had to save myself; this was my last chance! With a desperate resolve, I gathered my last 22 units of magical energy, and a massive wind blade spell began to form . 　　*Crack!* The powerful magical energy shattered the wooden wall, and the chains binding my ankles snapped. I charged through the wall like a madman towards Andrei. The most miserable kind of military prostitute among Class A sex slaves, the nipple and genital rings, the forbidden clothes, the forced smiles and wetness upon seeing the master—all of that would leave me like a nightmare. All I needed was to reach Andrei. 　　I dragged the broken chains from my feet as I ran, my full breasts heaving. But seven days of relentless gang rape by orcs had made it impossible for me to run with long strides. Each step I took was excruciatingly painful in my vagina and lower abdomen. But I had to run. Eighty meters left, Andrei, I love you. Sixty meters left, Father , I'm back. 　　Suddenly, my legs gave way, whether from excitement or exhaustion, urine streamed down my thighs. My lower body was almost numb with pain. I lowered my face, wanting to wipe away the humiliating liquid, but I was naked. I frowned in shame and anger, then gritted my teeth and continued moving forward . 　　"Oh no!" I felt like I'd only looked down for a few seconds, and when I looked up again, I couldn't see Andrei's sunny face anymore. Before me stood a dozen or so land knights, shields raised high, and several archers aiming their crossbows at me… 　　"Form ranks! Prepare to fire!" one of the land knights shouted. Almost everyone from the human empire had seen me use Wind Blade to shatter the wooden wall, and humans had long since lost their magic. So who was this naked woman wearing a black hooded dog mask? 　　"I am Audrey, Audrey Sprure! Help me!" I cried out. To prove I was Audrey , I even turned my body, exposing my naked, wanton buttocks to the land knights, so they could see the brand on my backside: Name: Audrey; Personality: Naturally wanton; Punishment: Eternal prostitution; Number: A1 02. However, perhaps because of the ointment covering my body, my name was faint; only A1 02 was clearly visible to everyone. 　　"Don't panic! Prepare to fire on my command! She knows magic, she's not human, she's an assassin. She's definitely not Miss Audrey; the beautiful Miss Audrey is long dead." Several archers heard my shout and...

Somewhat hesitant, but the land-based cavalry commander spoke firmly.

Andrei had already vanished without a trace. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but facing a demon mage at 100 meters
was too close. Even with human powerhouses protecting him, safety was paramount. As
the heir he had to know how to protect himself.

"Oh, God. What do I do?" I knelt naked on the ground, the cold iron
tips of arrows before me, the lewd hell of the marching prostitutes behind me.

"Fire!" the land-based cavalry commander ordered. I never imagined I would die at the hands of humans. At this point, I had
no magical units left for defense.

The roars of orcs came from behind me. I turned around. Most of the crossbow bolts were aimed at
the orc , only a few aimed at me were stuck in the sand beside me. I saw hundreds of orcs
charging out with axes, led by an orc centurion. "Take our prostitute sisters back!" the orc
centurion shouted.

After the human night raiding army withdrew, the camp destroyed by the human attack was repaired within a few days.
In the Bloodaxe orc camp, the corpses of the dead orcs were cremated, the wounded received magical healing,
and the remaining healthy orcs needed the physical comfort of gentle military prostitutes.

In a tent, a woman wearing a black leather hood and with her naked body lay on a sheepskin blanket. Two
burly orcs, one in front and one behind, filled her vagina and anus with their thick penises. With each relentless
thrusting , the woman cried out in pleasure, her thighs soaked with aroused fluids. Her full breasts were
being roughly kneaded by the orc thrusting into her vagina.

The woman's perfect figure and oily skin exuded a sensual allure. Her beautiful long
legs were
passionately wrapped around the orc's thick waist, but her bare ankles were locked with black iron chains, which rattled with each frenzied thrust.

A week has passed since the human night raid, and the orc centurion's orc soldiers
have decreased to 564. Everything else has returned to normal. My escape by cutting the chains with magic
went unnoticed; the orc soldiers believed it was the magical aftershock of the battle between the Blue Emissary and Lord Wuguxie.
The humans who witnessed it all retreated to Wesmarch Fortress. The only problem was that the chain binding me had broken,
so the simple-minded orcs chained both my ankles.

The immense loss made me become lewd and helpless. I diligently served every
orc , exhausting myself every day. The extreme fatigue made my escape a few days ago seem unreal, as if it
were just a wet dream I had while being forced into sexual intercourse as a military prostitute until I fainted.

However, the previous night raid by humans made the entire demon army camp start to pay more attention to training. "A siege cannot be relaxed," is
a military tactic, but the 300-foot-high walls of Wesmarque Fortress were simply impregnable, and
they couldn't send cannon fodder orcs to their deaths. Therefore, training became more of a long-distance march.

At night, when orcs' penises were simultaneously thrusting into my mouth, anus, and vagina, a bugle call would suddenly
sound. The orc warriors would pull out their penises from my vagina, stop intercourse, and prepare their packs for the march within fifteen minutes
. And I, the marching prostitute, was naturally included in the training. I didn't understand why a
naked marching prostitute had to meet performance targets, but no one would listen to
the protests of a hooded prostitute constantly being fucked to the point of death by orcs.

My pack was simple: a sheepskin blanket on the ground, reeking of semen and vaginal fluids; two earthenware pots,
one for drinking water and the other for urination; and a salted radish for rations—that was all my belongings.
Speaking of those two earthenware jars, it was quite frustrating. The jar for drinking water and the jar for collecting urine were made exactly the same.
Often, the jar that had been used for urine yesterday would be filled with water today. Although the urine had been drained,
it still tasted nauseating. However, with the smell of urine from orcish penises licking my lips, I quickly stopped caring.
During intense intercourse, I even picked up the urinal and drank from it, though I ended up vomiting.

I had to pack a blanket, the two jars, and a carrot, then carry them on my back. Finally, I had to wait for the guards to
unlock the chains on my feet and replace them with thin chains connecting my neck, wrists, and ankles before I
could run out and stand at attention with the orcs of the "Female Knights' Legion" and other marching prostitutes, waiting for
the order to begin the training.

The orc centurion would tell us where our destination was, usually a small hilltop or a
small village, generally about 15 miles away. Then we, the marching prostitutes, with
the clanking of handcuffs and shackles, were driven by whips, running
naked our breasts swaying, at a brisk trot towards our destination. Our assessment standard for marching prostitutes
was the same as for ordinary orc warriors: if we fell behind, it was counted as one orc soldier falling behind. Our standard for falling behind
was: zero.

I hated the handcuffs, shackles, and neck lock I wore; with these things on, I couldn't run at all,
only jog. And the rule about wearing them was even more ridiculous: during training, the marching prostitutes who were
classified as Class A sex slaves were to be put in five-pound, conjoined shackles, the purpose of which was to prevent them from escaping. Seeing this rule, I cursed inwardly,
wondering if they were letting me run or not. So the six of us marching prostitutes had to endure the pain of our recently gang-raped
vaginas the soreness and numbness in our waists, the friction and weight of the handcuffs, shackles, and neck lock while running, and of course,
the whips of the supervisors. I was so exhausted by the end that I'd rather have sex with a ground dragon than endure this suffering.

The area around Wesmaqu Fortress is a famous scenic spot. Since I was 12 and could ride a horse, I often
rode around there with my siblings and my lover, Andrei, enjoying the scenery. I could even say I
happily traversed every country lane. The green Taimar Mountains, the blue Danube Lake, and the tranquil mangrove forests were places Andrei and I
lingered .

However, when I was forced to march naked with my pack as a demon army prostitute, I also
passed through these beautiful sights, but they all became: "Damn green-haired Taimar
Mountains, we have to climb them again, I'm exhausted!" "That awful stagnant lake, if it weren't for it
, we wouldn't have to take such a long detour. My butt is going to be whipped raw by the orcs!" "Bullshit!"
"Mangrove forest! I'm in shackles and I still get tripped up by all these tree roots! I wish I could cut them all down!" Clearly
, when I was extremely exhausted and humiliated every day, even the most beautiful scenery felt like hell.

After returning to the camp from training, I laid out blankets, put away my chamber pot and water jug, and was so sweaty and exhausted I felt like vomiting. But then
my legs were roughly spread apart, and a thick, hard penis was inserted into my dry vagina, continuing its labor…

However, the frequent training also allowed me to meet five other military prostitutes
in the "Female Knights' Regiment." Rules forbade us from speaking to each other, but through close observation, I discovered they were all much older than me. In other words, although I was the first to be captured and disciplined, I was actually one of the younger military prostitutes. Even though we women had smeared ointment to tighten our skin, the oldest military prostitute I saw, number a-88777, was at least 50 years old. It's said that even the best cosmetics can't erase the wrinkles under a woman's neck, and those accumulated wrinkles betray her. And when she eats , the wrinkles around her mouth are also very noticeable. 　　I've said all this because I feel sorry for these older military prostitutes, and at the same time, I hate why the brothels would torture women of such age. If she were truly 50, before her capture she would have been a noblewoman from a wealthy family, with several young and lovely children, a loving, elderly husband , and a high status in aristocratic circles with several equally wealthy girlfriends. But now, all that pampered life is gone, and she has to drag her now lifeless, aged body to the life of a military prostitute—a life only young women can endure. Although she maintains a good figure, with excess fat and wrinkles on her lower abdomen smoothed out by ointment, her muscles aren't as firm as mine when I was young, especially her breasts, which are always soft and saggy. Every time we went on training exercises, I would hear her heavy breathing amidst the clanging of chains. And when , I could hear her hoarse cries—definitely not the moans of orgasm. 　　She probably wouldn't live much longer. I was terrified; I was afraid she might be my future self… 　　As the days passed, I seemed to have grown accustomed to this high-frequency, prostitute-based life: forced marches, no fixed sleep schedule, the thick orcish penises, and so on. I could even remember a few orc names, not by sight, of course. The angle, depth, and force of the penis thrusting in and out of her vagina , along with the rough breathing, allowed me to always remember which orc was particularly strong or weak. 　　I lost all sense of time; if I didn't leave the tent, I wouldn't even know if it was day or night. The only thing I knew was whether a penis was still inside her. Until one day, a blazing horn sounded in the distance, and the entire demon army cheered. The orcs I was having sex with excitedly told me that demon reinforcements were coming. 　　"A-102, step forward!" The orc centurion's voice rang out. As I stumbled out, my anus dripping with semen and other fluids, I found the demon slave trainers of the brothel camp waiting for me at the camp gate. 　　"Luckily, the perfectly proportioned and young A102 will be assigned to the welcoming party for the Holy Clan's reinforcements led by Uvia . Uvia's legion is currently resting in Giantwood Town and will arrive at the Wesmaq front in three days," the demon slave trainer said arrogantly. 　　To welcome the arrival of Uvia's demon legion, the demon siege army strengthened its defenses and began preparing a grand welcoming ceremony. 1200 military prostitutes of excellent figure, age, and stamina were selected from various military camps, and then 1000 were selected through hellish training, with the remaining 200 being eliminated. 　　"Crack!" "Stand still!" The demon trainers in the brothel camp whipped my buttocks with leather whips as I was being trained in horse stance. This meant carrying 60-pound weights on bare shoulders, walking barefoot on the sand with each step requiring the thighs to be parallel to the ground and the calves perpendicular, while maintaining an upright posture. It was the height of summer, and wearing a black leather hood, I was almost sunburnt. Yet, had to train like this naked for 18 hours a day, constantly making seductive smiles and moans—it was unbearable . 　　Nearby were 200 torture racks; all the military prostitutes eliminated for various reasons were chained to them. Then, one by one, ferocious ground dragons were brought over and forced to mate with each eliminated prostitute . The women's screams and the ground dragons' brutal roars tensed my muscles, forcing me to smile seductively and perform each movement perfectly. These eliminated women would stay with us until the end of the three-day intensive training before returning to their respective camps. That meant they would mate with different ground dragons for three days—three days of nothing but mating, except sleeping . I felt their vaginas would never close again afterward. 　　Three days of hellish intensive training finally ended, and Uvia's demonic reinforcements were approaching. A welcoming procession began to gather along both sides of the main road from Giantwood Town to Westmarch . Besides the demonic royal guards in silver armor, a group of naked, black-bagged, whimpering military prostitutes knelt and prostrated themselves by the roadside. All the military wore heavy nipple rings, the kind that made their nipples sag, and they knelt on the ground, their hands spread wide , maintaining this position until Uvia's army arrived. 　　The resounding bugle call sounded, and Uvia's army finally arrived. An hour of waiting, without being able to change positions, had made my fingers, which were spread wide, numb, and the feeling of the cold wind blowing directly into my vagina was extremely uncomfortable. 　　Peeking through the gaping opening, I saw that Uvia's legion wasn't large, only . 1,000 were regular demon halberdiers, and the remaining 2,000 were a motley crew : a legion of dark elves in black robes with gold thread, a group of gaunt black wizards wielding withered wooden staffs, and most strangely , a group of dwarves completely shrouded in grey cloaks riding naked women. 　　Looking closely at these dwarves, even I, a seasoned military prostitute accustomed to witnessing sexual intercourse, blushed with embarrassment. They were n't riding women; they were clearly sitting on comfortable chairs strapped to the women's buttocks, their penises inserted into their vaginas, connecting them to the naked women. The women were also strange, their upper bodies bent forward, their legs bent at a 90-degree angle. They wore pig-head-shaped iron helmets, their long golden hair tied into ponytails, the ends held by the dwarves, forcing them to bend forward with their heads tilted back.

I moved forward with a stoop, their faces obscured by helmets, but their full breasts, flat stomachs
, and fair skin suggested they were young women. Metal bracers adorned their forearms, and they
carried small round shields in both hands. Their sexy calves were encased in sturdy metal greaves. However, the armor on their limbs left their delicate
bodies bare, a strange attire that also possessed a touch of lewdness.

As these women passed by, I was forced to sway my hips lasciviously to the military music,
my vagina constantly writhing until it glistened – exactly what the
welcoming party organizers wanted me to see.

When the last cloaked dwarf entered the central camp, our first
task as marching prostitutes was complete. Soon, the second welcoming task began, leading us to a colossal steel palanquin
. This palanquin, recently brought by Uvia, was enormous, almost a
giant tent made of blue gauze. The tent was large enough to hold a hundred people standing, and iron steps led down to the ground,
covered with a bright red carpet for easy movement. The entire base of the gauze tent was made of gold, with
beautiful runes engraved along its edges. Each of the tent's support poles was plated with mithril, the gleaming
silver covered in magical symbols. The poles spiraled upwards, connecting to a sculpture of a purple bird poised for flight. Inside
the gauze tent was ornately decorated and extremely luxurious, with mahogany tables and chairs, coral wood beds, and white jade railings—almost
a fully equipped mansion.

"According to the number, move the palanquin," the demon trainer behind me urged. I walked naked, swaying
my hips, to a palanquin pole marked A102. Forced to hoist the pole onto my shoulders, my hands were handcuffed to it
, and I squatted down, waiting for the palanquin to be lifted.

A total of 500 naked military prostitutes were forced to carry the palanquin, while another 500
, following their urgent training, knelt with their hands and knees on the ground, their anuses adorned with various colored, upturned tails,
and their vaginas with dildos. Ten women were grouped into human-shaped bitch teams, each pulled by a male dog, led by
a rein around their neck. Even more inhuman, each human-shaped bitch's labia were connected to a nipple ring on the palanquin-carrying woman.
500 pulling bitches corresponded to 500 palanquin-carrying women; as the human-shaped bitches moved forward, the
women were pulled along by their nipple rings.

"Lift the palanquin!" "Crack!" With the demon groom's shouts and the stinging of the whip on my buttocks, I
slowly hoisted the palanquin pole. "Ouch, ouch!" The pole was incredibly heavy; I used almost all my strength to
lift it. Five hundred female slaves, whipped and groaning, struggled to lift
the massive palanquin.

My bare feet sank almost into the sand, my muscles tense, a testament to the palanquin's weight. Just as
I, blushing and panting, stabilized the pole on my shoulders, Uvia emerged from the central camp with a charming laugh. Wugu
Xie and the demon marshal Yang Hao'er stood on either side, demonstrating Uvia's exceptional status.

Uvia possessed the grey skin characteristic of high-ranking demons. Though not as fair as human skin, it appeared smoother and more
delicate, its silvery-grey complexion shimmering like silk in the sunlight; her long, silver hair,
sparkling Milky Way, fluttered gently in the wind. Uvia's beautiful eyes and every smile exuded an
indescribable charm, her flawless beauty surpassing even that of human beauties. She stood before the palanquin, clad in an exquisitely designed silver-threaded magic
black robe , her flowing hair cascading over her shoulders, a satisfied smile on her pretty face.

"Boom, creak!" "Ah!" When Uvia stepped onto the palanquin, the entire palanquin seemed to have been
stepped on by an ancient Titan, emitting a tremendous roar, followed by the sound of the palanquin poles bearing the weight of
gravity , and the groans of us, the marching prostitutes carrying the poles.

"Ouch!" The sudden increase in weight made me gasp, then I
gritted and tensed my body, struggling to hold on. Even the muscles inside my vagina contracted. I saw the
broad-shouldered, slender-waisted young military prostitute carrying the palanquin in front of me, her latissimus dorsi muscles twitching and contracting. Her soft, beautiful buttocks had shrunk into
two hard mounds of flesh, and her once beautiful, rounded calves had taut into gracefully muscular lines. The naked
woman was panting heavily, her beautiful legs slightly parted, her long thighs trembling slightly, clearly using all her strength to resist
the weight of the palanquin.

"Let you little sluts know what's what," Uvia said with a charming smile. Just when
I felt I was about to collapse, the weight on her shoulders stopped increasing. It was clearly
a gravity spell that Uvia had cast to make us, the military prostitutes carrying the palanquin, suffer even more. Gravity slowly increased
on us women who were already ashamed and suffering because we were naked, until we were about to collapse but not fall, and then
the weight stopped increasing. It was clear how cruel and ruthless this beautiful sorceress, Uvia, was towards her human slaves.

I watched in agony as Uvia strolled up to the veiled carriage, first seductively removing her
dragon-skin boots to reveal her naturally beautiful bare feet. Her grey toenails
stood out starkly against the crimson carpet. Uvia smiled charmingly, her beauty shimmering as she surveyed her surroundings. Finally, she covered her mouth with a soft laugh as she
unfastened her magic robe, shaking it off with a flick of her shoulder.

Her bare shoulders, jade-like breasts, slender waist, and full hips were almost entirely naked except for a short, sheer skirt.
The glimpses of pink flesh beneath the skirt made every man who saw her gasp. Her breasts
were adorned with nipple rings, the pink nipples dangling from ruby pendants radiating powerful magical energy—
clearly extraordinary magical artifacts.

I looked at Uvia with envy; in truth, I didn't think she was much more beautiful than me. If I stood there, I would
also drive men wild. But what I hate is that her breasts are so healthy and natural,
and the glimpse of her vulva beneath her skirt is so pink. I, too, was once that beautiful. But
the torture made my vulva large and deep red, and my nipples, from wearing heavy nipple rings and
the punishment of producing milk, thickened and darkened. So much so that seeing my naked body gives the impression of an
old whore who has been selling her flesh since childhood. Actually, two years ago, I was as clean and beautiful as Uvia. (Remembering
my beauty before childbirth.)

Uvia lightly lifted the gauze curtain and stepped into the green gauze tent, whereupon one could see her graceful naked figure lying on the large...
She lifted her beautiful legs on the bed and removed the last piece of her light gauze dress. The demon army let out a terrifying roar
; clearly, Uvia's actions had greatly boosted their morale. Demons are indeed different from us. In the
human empire, no noblewoman would behave so lewdly in front of the imperial soldiers. Back then, even a low-ranking soldier in the empire
would be punished for looking at me. Of course, now, as a military prostitute forced to be naked, I
can look freely, and even return the gaze with a seductive smile as encouragement. I thought to myself, feeling my vagina
becoming wet again.

"Go!" "Clap clap!" With the demon slave trainers' commands and shouts, the palanquin slowly moved forward.
Each military prostitute carrying a pole had to walk gracefully in a "horse stance" according to her training, raising
her thighs high parallel to the ground with her calves upright. This way of walking looked elegant, but it was actually very strenuous,
especially when carrying a palanquin. But the pulling on my nipples forced me to walk
gracefully . I gritted my teeth as I walked, and the Wesmarsh Fortress lay ahead of us.

"So heavy, ah, it hurts!" I groaned, the immense weight almost digging the palanquin poles into my
shoulders, while the tugging at my nipples made my mind race. The female slaves in front of me weren't having an easy time either; although they didn't have to
lift the poles, almost all the whips lashed their beautiful buttocks, making them moan incessantly. The battlefield was littered
with fragments of metal weapons and armor, even smeared chunks of rotting flesh and bone spurs. Although my bare feet had been
hardened, each step on those sharp edges was excruciatingly painful. But
driven by the whips, I had to walk to the beat of the drums. Five hundred palanquin-carrying female slaves groaned in unison
as they writhed naked in humiliating poses before their imperial fortress...

The palanquin stopped and turned about a mile from the Wesmarsh Fortress, and as if in a show of defiance, began to slowly advance
parallel to the fortress's outer walls. I could even make out the faces of the human Empire soldiers attacking the stone towers of Wesmaqu Fortress
. They were currently enjoying the sight of Uvia's alluring, naked dance within the green curtains of the palanquin,
and the hundreds of naked women writhing their hips lasciviously below, along with the painful "horse stance" of the female slaves carrying the palanquin.
A knight then came and dispersed the soldiers, ordering them back to their battle positions.

Four male prisoners of the human Empire were driven up the steps onto the palanquin; they were naked,
strong , muscular, and possessed large, erect penises—clearly recent captives. As soon as they entered the green curtains,
Uvia's graceful, naked figure gently leaned against the large bed, and then the four strong humans and
a petite female demon rolled onto the coral wood, white down bed that could comfortably accommodate 20 people.

On the large bed, Uvia's naked body was surrounded by four burly men. Suddenly, she twisted her body, straddling
one of the men, and then, moaning softly, she inserted the man's thick penis into her vagina, beginning to sway her full
breasts and engage in intercourse with the man below. Suddenly, the 500 military
prostitutes also began to moan at the same time, seemingly with each thrust of Uvia's vagina, the 500 prostitutes
' dildos also moved in sync.

Although separated by a gauze curtain, I could still clearly see almost every detail, including
the trembling of Uvia's nipples. In less than 10 seconds, Uvia moaned, pounced on
another burly man, and continued to straddle him, twisting her lewd buttocks and engaging in intercourse.
The man who had been on the bed remained motionless, seemingly in a state of blissful ecstasy.

A minute later, four shriveled corpses were thrown out from all sides of the green tent, one of which landed
beside me. Then, six equally burly human men were herded into the tent, like
bulls .

"Ah!" I stared in horror at the corpse of this male human captive who had been so lively just moments before; now,
he had lost all vitality. His shriveled appearance resembled that of
a corpse that had been sun-dried in the desert for a week. However, unlike a true mummy, his skin was still smooth and moist, clearly not from
dehydration . His thick penis was still erect, and the fluid clinging to it hadn't dried; I couldn't tell if it was semen
or Uvia's vaginal fluid. Most terrifying of all was the corpse's distorted face; his mouth seemed to be smiling, yet his face
also seemed to be contorted with extreme fear, and his eyes were wide open and cloudy, never able to close.

"Crack!" "Carry the palanquin properly, don't look!" The demon slave tamer behind me lashed
us, the naked women who were terrified, with a leather whip. At that moment, six more mummies were thrown out, and eight
men were herded into the green tent...

"Whoosh!" The attack tower erected in the Wesmaqu Fortress opened fire, and a huge crossbow bolt flew towards the palanquin,
heading straight for Uvia, who was having intercourse with a human man inside the green tent, amidst the high-speed whooshing sound.

"Crack!" The giant crossbow was blocked by a pink energy shield 50 yards away from the palanquin, and the giant
crossbow broke with a loud bang that made my eardrums ache.

"Ouch, ooh!" "Mmm, ah!" The 500 female soldiers being relentlessly penetrated by the dildos
suddenly let out cries of ecstasy. Then, the magical runes on the golden base of the palanquin suddenly lit up,
followed by the spiraling mithril supports gradually gleaming. With the flashes, Uvia let out moans like a woman in heat.
Finally, the lifelike bluebird statue at the top of the green gauze tent suddenly came to life, its blue wings slightly spread, its beak open,
and a ball of pink magical flame flew rapidly towards the attack tower firing the giant crossbow.

"Boom!" The attack tower, standing on the 306-foot-high city wall and weighing a full 50 tons, was entirely
constructed of granite. It was shattered by a magical flame the size of a swallow. The scattered stones
splashed hundreds of feet high like water droplets, along with human limbs and severed bodies...

"It's over!" I muttered to myself, my naked body trembling slightly as I watched this scene in horror.
Previously, the demon army had besieged Wesmarsh Fortress without attacking because they lacked siege magic devices. After
suffering heavy losses in several attacks, they reached the current stalemate. Now, this lewd and strange palanquin is actually
the legendary siege magic device. This means that humanity's last line of defense is also...

A slight disturbance occurred among the first 500 female military prostitutes on the march. Dozens of women, kneeling and crawling,
lay prostrate on the ground as if exhausted, unmoved by the whipping of the demon slave masters. These women wore black leather hoods.
Exhausted, her tongue lolled out and saliva dripped from her mouth, as if she had been gang-raped by fifty orcs, a sight that evoked both pity
and disgust.

"Hehe, humans! Just surrender already! You human men are all cowards who die in ten seconds,
and you human women are nothing more than lowly bitches, only fit to pull carts and carry palans for our Holy Race." Uvia's
sweet voice emanated from the palanquin, its allure carrying to everyone within a ten-mile radius.
With her voice, several more desiccated corpses were thrown out, the back of the palanquin now piled high with bones. I felt
she had thrown out at least a hundred desiccated corpses; poor, strong humans.

When the eighth attack tower was destroyed, the gates of Wesmarch Fortress swung open, and thousands of knights in
various metal armors, spears in hand, charged towards the palanquin. The demon army, seemingly prepared, charged out
of their camp and arrayed themselves before the palanquin, the sounds of battle deafening...

Human knights, demon earth-dragon knights, and orc wolf riders clashed back and forth across the vast battlefield, while
the 3,000 reinforcements brought by Uvia formed a crescent shape a hundred meters in front of the palanquin.

"Lower the palanquin!" the demon slave tamer commanded.

"Ah!" I let out a soft moan of relief, then, my ample breasts trembling slightly, I crouched down and lowered the extremely
heavy palanquin. I saw two deep dents on my shoulders, thinking that if I had lifted it for another quarter of an hour, my
shoulder blades might have shattered. Then, following training, I knelt obediently on the ground, revealing my
bare buttocks and perfectly curved waist and bare back. I could feel the ground trembling slightly—
the vibrations of the heavy cavalry on both sides galloping. I should have been riding a warhorse, lance in hand, in a final battle against the demons, not naked,
carrying the demon leader's palanquin.

The human knights didn't engage the demon cavalry in prolonged combat; they knew that if they couldn't destroy the demon
siege weapon (the palanquin), then Wesmaqu Fortress would be reduced to rubble today. So they
only sent a few small squads to engage the demon cavalry, while thousands of cavalrymen continued their charge towards Uvia's palanquin
, lances raised high. Of course, those few squads engaged the demons were almost certainly doomed; perhaps this was
the spirit of knightly sacrifice.

I lay prone, listening to the human knights' battle cries growing ever closer. Peeking through the air,
I saw a metallic torrent clashing with Uvia's defensive legion under the sunlight . A deafening sound of metal twisting and being pierced,
along with various muffled groans, filled the air…

Simultaneously, a streak of blue light suddenly shot up from the human charging cavalry, like a blue meteor
hurtling towards Uvia's exquisite palanquin.

"Crack! No peeking! Kneel down, prostrate yourself, and close your eyes!" "Ah!" The demon slave master
commanded, slapping my bare buttocks hard. I could only close my eyes, gritting my teeth, and wait for the battle to end. How I wished humanity
could win! How I wished I could participate in this war! But now, I had
no . I could only, like the other marching prostitutes, stick out my lewd ass and await my inevitable defeat.

"Well done!" Ugu Xie's voice rang out, followed by the sound of metal clashing, which
shook . The massive waves generated by the attack whipped up pebbles and sand that relentlessly battered my naked body. Amidst the chaos, I
stole a few more glances and noticed blue, dark gold, and iron-gray orbs
swirling . Clearly, the Blue Divine Envoy was fighting two against one. She tried to attack the palanquin several times but was stopped each time.
Frustrated and angry, she let out a defiant, womanly shout. The voice was familiar, but I couldn't place it
among my old friends.

"Magic gnomes request a replacement sow!" a childish voice rang out.

"Conscript your most lewd prostitutes for me," the voice continued.

"A86, A101, A102, step forward! You have the lowest numbers here, have been prostitutes
the longest, and are naturally the most lewd," came the voice of the demon slave tamer.

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