【Tales of the Anti-Japanese War Princess】(3) The Fallen Angel

Author: qisala
Published: 2017/3/17
Word Count: 7293
The previous two articles mainly focused on introducing the background and setting the stage for the plot. I only briefly mentioned the sex scenes to create atmosphere,
which resulted in reader dissatisfaction.
So, in this article, I won't push the plot forward; most of it is sex scenes—let's enjoy the action first! In
Shanghai, the capital of China,
dozens of doctors, completely wrapped like mummies and carrying numerous woven bags, hurried along the street, oblivious to everyone else
.
The nearby residents were already used to this sight. Recently, the Sheng Yang military established a Western-
style hospital next to the Vatican in Rome. The two sides cooperated to provide free medical care for homeless people displaced by the war. Every two weeks,
a group of homeless people would enter, and those who came out invariably praised the service of the nuns at the Vatican. Although, from time to time , like today, large groups of hospital doctors would go to the Vatican to collect medical waste, the 　　residents turned a blind eye
because of the welfare benefits . 　　One doctor complained to his colleague with disgust. "Another medical waste disposal spree. 　　When will this damn life ever end?" 　　"Keep your voice down, or the director will hear you and you'll be in big trouble." 　　"Ha, look, look who's here!" 　　The gates of the Vatican slowly opened, and a flamboyant sports car sped out and drove off. 　　"Wow, that car! I want one..." 　　"Don't even think about it, you idiot. This car costs enough to buy an entire street." 　　The sports car raced along the main road to a tree-lined path outside the city. 　　Zara enjoyed the feeling of speeding through the suburbs. Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would take her sports 　　car out for a few laps. 　　She took off her nun's robes and let her hair down. Having served God devoutly as a saint since childhood, perhaps only 　　when she was alone in this car would she reveal her true self. 　　Pong... 　　"What?? A flat tire??" Zara struggled to steer the unbalanced sports car, drifting through the mud. 　　"Hmm, looks like it's man-made." The moment the car stopped, Zara saw a group of bandits 　　charging towards her with various weapons. Iron bars jammed the wheels, completely surrounding the car. 　　"Hahaha, boss, look at this car! Looks like we've caught a big fish today!" 　　"Yeah, with all this chaos lately, we haven't been able to make any money. Finally, we've caught a big one for the brothers to enjoy 　　. Hey! Anyone who doesn't want to die, get out of the car!" 　　The car door had barely opened a crack when the bandits smelled an elegant perfume they'd never heard before. 　　Unlike the greasy, powdery smell of brothels, this fragrance alone was enough to make them feel refreshed. 　　A small foot, clad in a white leather high-heeled riding boot, hesitated for a moment before slowly touching the dirty mud 　　. 　　A woman of otherworldly beauty stepped out of the car, standing gracefully 　　among the disheveled bandits. 　　Her smooth, flowing golden curls cascaded naturally over her shoulders. A white sweater couldn't contain her devilishly alluring figure; 　　her long legs, encased in black stockings, were clad in a white mini-skirt. Clear, bright wine-red pupils, slender willow- 　　leaf eyebrows, and long, trembling eyelashes framed her face. Her cool, icy skin, unadorned yet subtly pink, revealed 　　delicate, rose-petal-like lips. The beautifully contoured features, coupled with the noble and pure aura emanating from her 　　, caused the bandits, long deprived of passion, to experience a sudden, intense erection. 　　"Boss... Boss... she's a foreign girl..." 　　"I've never... seen such a beautiful woman..." 　　"Kill her... we must kill her today..." 　　"Boss, you must kidnap her and take her back to the stronghold... even if it's just to see her every day... I'd die happy..." 　　Zara remained unmoved by the bandits' vulgar words, silently pulling out her identification and handing it to the bandit leader. 　　She remembered that the bandits in this area had long since surrendered to the puppet army and sold out their country for personal gain; she figured they wouldn't dare do 　　anything to her, a noblewoman from the Shengyang military. 　　"I am an archbishop of the Roman Catholic Church. If you know what's good for you, 　　get out of here. I don't want your tire compensation anymore, just disappear from my sight!" 　　The bandit leader didn't even bother to check his identification; instead, he grabbed Zha La's small hand, which was reaching towards him. The 　　filthy, calloused hand was like the gaping maw of a ravenous beast, swallowing the beautiful flesh before him and 　　chewing it. 　　"What… big… pig's feet… hehe… look at this little hand… so tender and smooth…" The bandit felt the 　　soft, smooth jade in his hand; what an intoxicating sensation it would be if this slippery hand were gently caressing his penis 　　! 　　"You...get your dog paws off me! I'm a nobleman from Shengyang! Believe me or not, one word from me can make your entire 　　stronghold disappear tonight...wait...what do you want to do!!" 　　"Hold her down!! Quick!! Ouch, that hurts! How dare you kick me!! Grab her feet!! Quick!!" 　　Zara had learned the official language of China, and although she still had a heavy accent, she thought she could communicate without any problems 　　. Little did she know that the language of China was complex; outside the city, there was a different dialect every hundred miles. These bandits were 　　n't very familiar with the official language to begin with, and with Zara's Roman accent, they couldn't understand a word she was saying. Poor 　　Zara, like a scholar encountering bandits, couldn't reason with them at all. 　　"Damn it...they can't understand human language at all!! Well, this one can understand, right!!" 　　Zara drew her pistol and pulled the trigger hard at the bandit leader. Realizing he'd stumbled upon a tough nut to crack 　　, the bandit leader was terrified, nearly wetting himself. Without a leader, the rabble scattered and fled. 　　*Crack, crack…* 　　"What… how could this be… oh no… just now, when I executed a heretic refugee at the Vatican, 　　I used all my bullets…" 　　"Who the hell are you trying to fool!" The bandit leader, having narrowly escaped death, slapped Zara so hard she was dizzy, 　　even her Bluetooth earpiece flying off and landing in the mud, her last means of communication gone. Zara's eyes were filled with 　　tears, her cheek slightly swollen. From childhood, she had been of high status and obediently cute; even her father couldn't bear to hit her.

The church's saintess, disheveled and radiating a holy glow,
struggled helplessly against the countless filthy bandits surrounding her, trying to escape the caresses of numerous large hands. The stimulating scene drove the bandits mad,
their eyes bloodshot as they growled,
"Please... I promise I won't report you when I get back... I'll give you whatever you want... Please
..."
"Hahaha, little beauty, I want your money, and I want you too. Once you become my wife, everything you have will
be mine, hahaha." The bandits understood the pleas, showing how many
people had fallen victim to this bandit gang over the years.
The bandits grabbed Zara, slammed her onto the back seat of the sports car, and tore off strips of cloth from their own
clothes. The luxurious interior of the sports car, the spacious leather seats, were, in the eyes of these unsophisticated bandits, the perfect
bridal chamber. Torn pieces of clothing were scattered everywhere inside the car.
"No... let me go... you can't do anything to me anyway!"
The bandits quickly understood the meaning of those words. The bandit leader excitedly ripped off Zara's skirt, but instead
of the expected erotic scene, he saw a steel chastity belt protecting the saintess's last vestige of dignity.
"Damn it, what happened to this foreign girl? She learned nothing but this thing!!! Even our
women don't use this anymore!"
After trying to pull it off but only leaving deep bloodstains on his fingers, the bandit leader
angrily grabbed Zara's hair and slapped her twice.
The elegant saintess, subjected to the bandits' violence, was no longer the aloof and reserved woman she had been before. Tears streamed down her face as
she pleaded softly, praying for God's mercy.
"Damn it, I'll take this thing back and deal with it slowly. I'll use a chainsaw to cut this melon off!
Now, use your asshole to relieve your lust!"
The bandit roughly flipped Zara over, his thick, dark penis reeking of stench, lubricated with his saliva
, and forcefully pressed against Zara's anus. Zara, thinking she was saved, had no idea that men's
desire for women's bodies far exceeded her imagination.
"What?! No...no!! How can you do that there, ahhh!!!"
The saliva lubrication was a drop in the ocean; the bandit leader's enormous penis was clearly
not the right size for Zara's untouched anus. Eager to relieve his lust, the bandit leader showed no mercy. Before her tender, tight anus
could even adjust to the intruding object, it was brutally torn open by the large penis. Crimson blood seeped from her anus,
staining the dark penis a faint crimson, like the blood of a virgin.
Zara's tight anus gripped the bandit leader's penis so tightly that not a single gap was left. Her delicate
anus, in conjunction with her rectum, spasmed in pain, as if countless tiny hands were squeezing and massaging his penis,
much to the bandit leader's delight.
The bandit leader, now in complete control, wrapped his hands around Zara's body from behind with a fanatical expression, his massive
frame pressing her against the back of the seat, rendering her immobile. His left hand traced the curve of her waist, kneading her breasts, while
his right hand tugged at Zara's hair. In pain, Zara turned her head as the bandit leader pulled her, her cherry lips being
enveloped by his large mouth.
Zara felt a hot, thick iron rod being thrust into and torn at her lower body, causing excruciating pain.
A large tongue, reeking of strong stench, forced its way into her mouth, scooping up her saliva. Zara's tongue was
captured and sucked into the bandit leader's mouth, held between his lips, unable to move. His thick, fleshy tongue licked her own
tongue again and again.
"Ugh... Ugh..."
Their saliva mingled, splitting in their entanglement, flowing into each other's throats. Zara felt nauseous,
her perfect body writhing weakly with the bandit leader's movements, like a withered flower.
As the bandit leader's breathing grew heavier, his thick penis was thrust all the way into her anus, pushing
against Zara's delicate belly, making it seem as if the shape of his penis was being etched out. The rough thrusting made Zara's eyes and saliva
flow uncontrollably from the pain.
"It hurts... No... Hmph... Ugh... Ugh..."
The penis thrust in and out fiercely, forcing open folds of flesh, plunging straight in amidst the entanglement of her anus, feeling as if she
were being tightly bitten and sucked by a small mouth, an indescribable pleasure.
"So good... This foreign chick... is truly... a top-notch beauty... those rotten women in brothels can't
compare at all... I'll definitely fuck her for three days and three nights when I take her back..."
Zara's fair, snow-white skin turned crimson as if burned by lust, fine beads of fragrant sweat soaking her entire body.
The violent thrusting of his penis made her delicate body sway uncontrollably, as if her heart was about to burst out. The hard penis
seemed to pierce through her body and soul, her tender anus being relentlessly and violently pounded, the intense sensation
making her feel like she was ascending to heaven. Under the bandit leader's violent thrusting, she could only sway her hips in rhythm to
alleviate the pain, but the bandits watching thought she was in heat and laughed loudly.
"Look, how hard this foreign chick is shaking, she's even in heat from being fucked in the ass!"
"No... Waaah... God... save your unfilial children..." *
Pfft! Pfft!*
A large amount of scalding hot semen filled Zara's anus, wave after wave pounding against her intestines. The unimaginable
stimulation of ejaculation made Zara's delicate body tremble, her jade neck arched high, her wine-red eyes slightly rolling back.
The intense sex even made the bandit leader a little unable to bear it. He swayed as he climbed out of the sports car, looking at
the bandits who were masturbating with red eyes. "It's your turn! Remember, this girl is my future wife. Be careful when you play with her
! One shot per person at most. Whoever ruins her body, I'll kill him on the spot!!"
"Yes, yes, yes... This foreign girl is simply a goddess, how could we bear to fuck her to death... Everyone, go for it!!"
The gorgeous sports car was filled with disheveled and dirty bandits. Like a beautiful maiden reincarnated from the legendary Roman goddess
Venus, her skin, more delicate than jade, was defiled by the bandits, stained with black
filth and sweat.
"Ugh...ugh...help me..."
Her body was covered in smooth, snow-white skin, a thousand times softer than silk, which the bandits carefully played with. It was incredibly elastic, and they squeezed and pulled
it, unable to put it down.
Her large, beautiful breasts and flat, toned abdomen were being gnawed and licked by the bandits.
The disgusting sensation, like countless caterpillars crawling all over her body with slime, gradually made Zara's expression turn from sorrowful to blushing. She closed her eyes and let
out soft moans of "Ah, oh, mmm..." from her small mouth
. Zara emitted low, delicate moans that were both painful and pleasurable, both sorrowful and yearning. Her holy beauty
, like that of an angel descended to earth, further aroused the men's most savage
and primal desire for conquest amidst this humiliation! It was enough to ignite and unleash the most animalistic instincts in men. Her elegant yet bewitching unique temperament was both righteous and evil, making her unfathomable. She
was like a proud and beautiful princess who had unfortunately fallen into enemy hands and suffered humiliation, and also like a bold and unrestrained
queen who provoked strong men to conquer her.
The bandits greedily caressed and explored Zara's tender body with their hands and tongues, from her waist, chest, and thighs.
He then took large bites of her jade-like cheeks, followed by gentle nibbling on her earlobe, and
slowly licking and kissing his way down her jade-like neck… The delicate scent of Zara's expensive perfume was irresistible to the bandits
, making them completely captivated.
Especially her beautiful face, with its unique Western charm, was breathtakingly beautiful even through the tears. Her
features were clear yet soft, her eyes bright and sparkling, typical of Westerners, her nose straight and delicate, and her
skin whiter than the snowfield, yet so smooth and delicate it seemed as if it could be broken with a touch. Looking at her, one couldn't help but wonder
if she was an angel descended from heaven.
One bandit forcefully thrust his penis into her warm, moist mouth, pressing it against the soft flesh of her palate, his
smooth, fragrant tongue pressed tightly against hers. She held it deep within her mouth, slowly sliding it over her tongue,
pushing it even deeper into her cherry-like lips. Tears welled in her beautiful eyes as the bandits grabbed her head and violently shook it up and down,
rubbing it vigorously with their mouths and tongues. Her whimpering, tearful cries only amplified the bandits' sadistic pleasure.
Her black stockings were already torn in several places, revealing her fair, frost-like legs, which appeared even more alluring against the black stockings.
The bandits used their hands and mouths to examine the captivating curves and smooth texture of the girl's skin. Her riding boots
had already been removed. One bandit grabbed Zara's small, black-stockinged feet and forcefully ripped a hole in the sole. He
inserted his fully erect penis into the tear in the stocking, pressing against the flawless flesh of Zara's sole. He then
pressed his penis down with the sole of her other foot, squeezing and kneading her ankle with both hands. The slippery touch of her sole, the smooth
texture of the high-quality stockings, moistened by pre-ejaculate, created an incredibly lewd atmosphere. Zara's slender, fair feet, compared to the bandit's
bulging, dark, foul-smelling penis, were like a pitiful little rabbit caught in a python's mouth.
Zara's delicate, limp wrists were tightly gripped by the two bandits; her hands, like transparent jade, untouched by the elements,
were flawless, without a single callus or blemish, even the blue veins beneath were faintly visible—a sight to behold. The bandit
first licked the back of Zara's fair, jade-like hand, then smeared saliva along its elegant curves
, before moving upwards, taking each of Zara's jade-like fingers into his mouth, sucking hard,
savoring the tender flesh and elegant fragrance. Only when Zara's entire beautiful hand was covered in disgusting, foul-smelling saliva did he reluctantly
remove it from his mouth, then, lubricated by the saliva, vigorously rubbed and manipulated his penis. The filth on the penis was
brushed off by Zara's wet, jade-like hands, mixing with saliva to form a disgusting blackish-yellow hue that
flowed down her fair, white hands. The bandits, seeing their bodily filth soiling the flawless body of the exquisite young woman, felt no shame,
but rather a morbid pleasure, as if a perfect work of art was being destroyed in their hands.
Zara was like a lone boat adrift in a sea of desire, helplessly praying to God. Every
inch of her skin had become a tool for the vile bandits' lust, even her anus was controlled and conquered by them. Yet, a faint,
elusive pleasure rose from every stained inch of her skin, spreading throughout her body, concentrating in her groin, causing her pure
flower path to slowly ooze honey-like fluid, soaking her chastity belt.
This feeling of shame was something the saintly girl, who had devoutly served God since childhood and whose heart was as pure as a blank sheet of paper, had never experienced in her life.
Zara was astonished to find that her prayers had somehow turned into shameful moans, which she felt were
incredibly immoral yet unwilling to stop. The bandits had long since stopped holding her body tightly; she was actually
writhing instinctively, rubbing the penises on the soles of her feet, playing with the dildos in her hands, her slender waist responding to
the rhythm of the penises inside her anus.
"Look at this slut, I told you all foreign women are like this, you have to fuck her hard to make her feel good!"
What... I... am a slut... disgusting... uncomfortable... but also a little happy... shoot... please
shoot me hard... God... your people have succumbed to the demons in their hearts... please send me to hell...
As if responding to Zara's wishes, the bandits ejaculated, covering Zara's entire body. Even her beautiful
face was smeared with the foul-smelling white fluid.
Before she could even enjoy the afterglow of ejaculation, she was pulled off the vehicle by the impatient bandits behind her. The newly arrived bandits pounced
on the fallen angel...
A motorcycle sped through the woods and outskirts. The helmet obscured her face, but her long,
flawless white hair couldn't conceal her elegant demeanor.
"That damn doctor insisted I be discharged this morning... Luckily I borrowed a motorcycle, otherwise I'd miss the Fourth
Prince's party. Finally got a new boss, my life is finally on track, I must
perform well this time... Huh, why are so many people gathered there... Ah, that's a luxury sports car, are they robbing it
?"
The girl stepped on the gas, and the motorcycle swerved towards the sports car.
The roar of the motorcycle engine startled the bandits lost in lust .
"Look at that motorcycle! Ah! No, that's the Imperial Army!! Run!!"
The bandit leader wanted to grab the Western girl and run, but the girl on the motorcycle pulled out a pistol and fired a series of
precise shots, breaking his wrist. Overwhelmed with pain, he reluctantly abandoned his future wife and fled in a daze.
The white-haired girl, desperate to save him, didn't give chase; rescuing him was her priority.
A pure and beautiful girl, more beautiful than any angel in legend, her snow-white skin stained with semen and filth,
lay panting weakly in the wrecked sports car.
"Ah, what a beautiful girl. Such a nice car, she must be incredibly rich. How pitiful..."
The girl in white found a cloth, soaked it, and wiped the semen and grime off Zara's body.
"Um... thank you... please take me back to the Vatican Cathedral..."
"Hey! Wake up!! Are you alright!! Hey!!"
At the Dragon Kingdom guerrilla base,
the guerrilla leaders watched nervously as several men fiddled with an old-fashioned gramophone and cassette
tapes—things that could be considered antiques. They knew that every time this scene unfolded before their eyes, it meant a spectacular show was about to begin.
They hadn't been unaware of the men's identities, but the men were only indirectly hired
by their employer to install and play videotapes; they knew nothing about who their employer was or what their purpose was.
This elaborate scheme was because their employer was extremely cautious about their identity, unwilling
to reveal even the slightest clue.
After all, exposing the identity of the mastermind behind Dragon Kingdom's largest guerrilla force wouldn't
be a simple matter of beheading.
The men inserted a cassette tape, a relic of the last century, like a small, square black box, and pressed play.
A harsh, mechanical synthesized voice, like chalk scraping a blackboard, announced yet another extremely audacious plan. No
one in the guerrilla force dared to object. What were once tiny, scattered units, like sparks in the wind, had grown to their current size thanks to the unconditional support of this mysterious benefactor
. This benefactor's power was so great that he could even provide them with a large number of mechs far superior to those of the Rising Sun regular army
. This alone was enough to ensure their unconditional obedience. And the benefactor chose them from countless guerrilla groups
because they were obedient enough. After all, one smart person is enough; other pawns that are too clever
will only be misled by their own cleverness.
At the Flying Tigers' secret base,
the Flying Tigers' mech crew were busy with tense activity. The Rising Sun's fourth prince's inauguration party
couldn't be held without their "attendance." According to the original plan, tonight the Flying Tigers and the Dragon Kingdom government's mech forces would launch a surprise attack in the west of the city.
The main force of the Rising Sun forces would inevitably concentrate in the inner city to protect the Fourth Prince, leaving the outer city undefended, perfect for a major operation
—a show of force to the Fourth Prince.
"Second Miss, there's a secret letter for you."
"Who sent it?"
"I don't know. A child delivered it. He said an uncle gave it to him."
Saratoga pondered the sender's identity. It shouldn't be from the Dragon Kingdom government; otherwise, there would be no need for such secrecy
. Could it be the guerrillas? However, the envelope's antique design and vermilion stamp didn't seem like
the style of those peasant guerrillas.
If it was someone else, it meant that even the Rising Sun military didn't know the location of the Flying Tigers' secret base, yet
the sender already knew…
Who was this sender?
Regardless, the attack was imminent, and she didn't have much time left. Saratoga opened the letter.
The letter was composed of various English letters cut from a newspaper. It seemed the letter writer didn't want anyone to know their identity,
not even their handwriting: "Miss Saratoga, I know that by the time you see this letter, you should be preparing
for the raid on the outer city of Shanghai."
What… the letter writer even knew this…
A chilling feeling of being completely seen through filled Saratoga's head.
"So, to make a long story short, please trust me. You can consider me a member of the guerrillas. Please immediately terminate
this reckless operation! The high-ranking officials of the Dragon Kingdom government have been infiltrated by Sheng Yang. Your every move is
being watched. They have already laid traps all over the outer city, waiting for you to fall into them. However, this is also a once-in-a-lifetime
opportunity. Sheng Yang thinks you've fallen into their trap, and we can use that to our advantage. By sending the Dragon Kingdom government army to ambush and tie down
Sheng Yang's main force, the inner city's defenses will inevitably be weak, and we can directly decapitate the Fourth Prince." However, the guerrilla force alone
is not enough; we also need the assistance of your Flying Tigers. Only you can defeat the Fourth Prince
's guard! First, please…】
Saratoga's hands were soaked with sweat. The unprecedentedly audacious plan thrilled him, but
what if it was an enemy trap…
No… it couldn't be… If it were a trap, they could simply ambush us outside the city and defeat us in one fell swoop
. Why bother with these tricks? Besides…
if I don't bleed those Japanese devils a little, my sister's soul won't be at peace…
There's no point in hesitating anymore. For me, what stakes can't I afford to lose…
Saratoga turned on his Bluetooth headset. "Flying Tigers captains, stop what you're doing and assemble here immediately!
The battle plan has changed."

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