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"Beautiful Princess Irene, we meet again. I have long admired your captivating body.
I hope ." The Gallic king stared lewdly at Princess Irene without any attempt to conceal his gaze. Her beautiful, voluptuous body,
alluring face, high, snow-white breasts, and long, straight legs were all adorned in a
magnificent purple court dress. Princess Irene felt the Gallic emperor's rough hands roaming over her body, ready to strip her
naked and rape her at any moment. Although she had been prepared for this since her capture, in war, for women, especially
beautiful women, death was a luxury once captured. Their corpses were sometimes even defiled or eaten!

"Ah! Your Majesty, you!" The princess cried out in shame and anger as the emperor's hands
brazenly . "Ah!" The princess screamed, her face contorted in pain, as the emperor
pinched her snow-white breasts hard. Today, the Kingdom of Vil is groveling at his feet. Her husband, the King of Vil,
has been beheaded by his own hand and his head hangs outside the city gates. He is now the King of Vil, and everything in Vil belongs to
him. No one can resist, including herself. From today onward, he
can , forcing her from the most dignified queen into the most wanton woman. He can even use all sorts of normal and
abnormal methods to ravage her, and she can only silently endure it, because she has no chance to resist.

"Princess Irene's breasts are truly something else. As expected of the Night Rose, she certainly has the assets. Guards, take the Princess to
the cage I have prepared specifically for her," the Emperor ordered. "

A cage?" Princess Irene thought, silently following the guards. She knew
the fate of a beautiful woman from a defeated nation; to continue living, she had to pay a price. The only price she still had was this
beautiful body.

"We've arrived, Your Highness," the guard said. "This is a cage made of gold, your
living quarters from now on. His Majesty said he hopes you will like it. This is a gift from His Majesty." The guard took out a gold-plated
collar with the words "Number One Bitch, Night Rose, Eileen" written on it. "Please bathe and change, Your Majesty may
need you to serve him tonight." Princess Eileen looked at the enormous golden cage, with a large bed in the center.
Around the bed were many metal handcuffs and other tools. She knew these would bring her much extra pain, but
she had no way to resist. After looking for a while, she lowered her head and whispered, "I understand."

The maid beside her said, "Then we will help you bathe, Your Majesty."

The lady-in-waiting ordered hot water to be prepared to help Princess Eileen change. This was something they did often and
were used to . After a while, the maids brought in hot water, filled the bathtub, and lowered the curtain to
cover the bathroom. Petals were scattered on the water. Then, they poured perfume into the hot water and stirred it
to distribute the perfume evenly.

Steam rose from the tub, filling the air with fragrance. Princess Eileen stood beside the tub, lost
in thought for a moment, a strange blush rising on her pretty face. She only returned to normal when the maids helped her
undress . Her already tall figure was further accentuated by her deliberately straightened
posture, making her appear even more alluring.

Princess Eileen wore a purple evening gown that tautly accentuated her full, high breasts,
revealing her fair arms and shoulders. The graceful curves of her mature, voluptuous body
were fully displayed. The skirt was tied loosely at the back with a thin belt, the two panels
overlapping , partially covering her legs. A fringe adorned the hem, adding to
the flowing effect and giving the impression of ethereal beauty.

The maid bent down and slowly lifted Princess Irene's skirt, allowing her to remove her silver-white
high heels. As the skirt was lifted, Princess Irene's long, shapely legs were gradually revealed. After
removing the high heels, she casually removed the stockings, and Princess Irene's beautiful, smooth, and shapely legs were fully
displayed before the maid. Her skin was so white and lustrous, her lines delicate and beautiful, like ivory carvings—
legs that would drive men mad!

The maid stood behind the princess, untied the belt of her palace skirt, and gently pulled it down, leaving
Princess Irene's body almost completely naked. Her white skin appeared exceptionally smooth and
delicate Princess Irene's strapless top was dark red, and under the lamplight, it made her skin appear as if covered with a
faint blush, like the shy blush of a beautiful young girl on her wedding night.

Carefully, circle by circle, the silk bodice that had been covering her breasts was slowly untied, revealing Princess Irene's high, firm
breasts completely to the air. Although she was nearly 40, Princess Irene's
breasts

were fuller than those of the maids around her, showing no signs of sagging.
Two agate nipples shone brightly in the lamplight. Freed from the bodice's constraints, Princess Irene couldn't help
but stretch her breasts, letting the pleasant feeling slowly permeate her entire body.

At the maid's prompting, Princess Irene quietly lay down on the armchair beside the bathtub, allowing the maid
to slowly remove the last of her clothing. When she was completely naked, she felt a touch of
shyness, but also a touch of relief. In her heart, she silently sighed, thinking how wonderful it would be if
time .

Princess Eileen's body was breathtakingly beautiful. Her alabaster-like skin was exquisitely smooth and delicate, her curves exquisite, making
her a living Venus. Her breasts were full and firm, with pert, pink
nipples Small mounds of fat on either side of her lower abdomen further accentuated her curves, making them appear even more voluptuous and rounded. Her long, slender
legs were like two perfectly sculpted pieces of white jade, flawless. Between her legs, in that
triangular forbidden garden, lay a small hill covered with dense,
tender grass, seemingly waiting quietly for a man to pluck it.

Facing the enormous glass mirror, Princess Eileen was lost in thought, a touch of loneliness and sorrow
quietly rising in her heart. She could clearly see in the mirror that her body was still so
beautiful, still so alluring, still so full of life—the place that had once nurtured a child.
She was so voluptuous, so delicate; with the insertion of a seed of life, she could nurture even more.
Her body, her skill, her unwavering obedience—she could still make any man submit to her.

Even if she were to compete with the young concubines of the Gallic Emperor, she believed she wouldn't be at a
disadvantage.

Late that night, the Gallic Emperor indeed arrived. Perhaps he had drunk some wine at the victory celebration, for he seemed
exceptionally excited. His face was flushed, and his eyes shone like the morning star. Of course, to
Queen Irene, this excitement was merely a harbinger of unleashed lust; such a man would surely bring her more pain.

Her fate tonight might be even worse. "Haha, great beauty, you were indeed waiting for me,
weren't you?" the Emperor lewdly chuckled.

"Yes, Your Majesty, your concubine Irene is begging for your favor." Princess Irene flirted with the Emperor
, her makeup fresh, making her already beautiful face even more alluring. Her snow-white cleavage was fully
displayed before the Emperor, her carefully arranged dress elegant and dignified, her beautiful legs encased in purple stockings revealing the allure of this beautiful
noblewoman . In truth, women who had lived in the palace for so long understood that they were playthings of the victors,
their existence dependent on the victors. So-called chastity, in their eyes, was not much different from death. She was still young
and didn't want to die, so tonight she had to please the Gallic Emperor, making this man who had killed her husband reluctant
to kill her. "I must live, I must captivate the Emperor, only then can I continue to live a life of luxury,"

Princess Irene told herself. She had to take the gamble.

"Very good. I heard that Princess Irene is already 40 years old but still looks incredibly youthful, her beauty and allure undiminished.
I hope you'll perform well in bed tonight, or you'll know the consequences." The Emperor leered at his
prize threatening with a lascivious grin.

"Your Majesty, I assure you, I will give you the greatest pleasure," Princess Irene quickly replied with a seductive smile.

The Gallic Emperor unceremoniously pulled Princess Irene into his arms, his rough hands brazenly
plunging into her dark red bodice, caressing her full, firm breasts. In his arms, Princess Irene moaned and
struggled, whispering, "No, no, Your Majesty, please be gentle." Her hands were grabbed, and the neckline of her
dress was suddenly forcefully pulled apart by the Emperor,
revealing her snow-white cleavage with a scream. This instantly intensified the man's desire.

"Don't do this..." Princess Irene groaned, trying to push the Gallic Emperor away, but
her large breasts were already in the man's clutches, being shaped into various forms in his hands. The man held her voluptuous body tightly from
behind , his hands reaching inside her long purple dress, kneading her two
full, soft breasts without restraint through the thin bodice. Princess Irene trembled, almost unable to stand
. Her mind went blank; her breasts ached from the kneading, but she dared not resist, only writhing in pain.

The Gallic Emperor, seeing Princess Irene's alluring and seductive appearance, felt a surge of lust. "Ah!" Irene
screamed . The Gallic Emperor roughly grabbed her hair and threw her onto the bed. "You slut, I'm going to give you
a good time! If you don't satisfy me tonight, I'll throw you into the army camp as a camp prostitute, letting those stinking
soldiers satisfy you!" The Emperor's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the beautiful Irene on the bed.

"Your Majesty, Irene will be very obedient. Irene will definitely satisfy Your Majesty." A hint of
fear , but it vanished instantly, replaced by her usual charming allure. She looked at the Emperor with pleading eyes, her two snow-white breasts
trembling restlessly within her tight court dress. She lay timidly on the bed like a lamb being tortured. Queen
Irene lay on her back in the middle of the bed, like a lamb awaiting its punishment, sobbing softly. She watched helplessly as she
was about to be humiliated, with no way to escape. Her naked, silvery-white body
shone with an indescribable radiance under the lamplight, adding a touch of sorrow to this extravagant night.

The Gallic Emperor, seeing Irene, this great beauty, so submissive, grew increasingly red-eyed, his breathing
becoming heavy. Irene knew the storm was about to break. The Gallic Emperor suddenly ripped open her bodice, his hands plunging into Irene
's tight-fitting court dress, kneading her breasts mercilessly, twisting and pulling at her pink
nipples, stretching and reshaping them. The queen's face contorted in pain, yet she
forced "Your Majesty, please be gentle. Irene is yours now, please have mercy. Ah!" Irene
cried out in pain, clutching her swollen cheek where the Emperor had slapped her.

Queen Irene bit her lip, refusing to weep, but still turned her head away in humiliation. Her pure
white breasts, under the Gallic Emperor's ministrations, had slowly hardened and erected. She
felt ashamed of her body's involuntary reaction, closed her captivating eyes, and two streams of tears slid down her pale cheeks.

The Gallic Emperor's breathing grew heavier. He buried his face in Queen Irene's deep cleavage, sucking on her
nipple. The mature woman's full breasts deeply stimulated him. He
caressed and sucked her breasts more and more roughly, causing her a tearing pain, but this was far
less than the pain and sorrow in her heart.

"You slut, a sex slave doesn't talk, you know?!" the Emperor said. "Come on, suck it."

"Yes." Irene raised her tear-streaked face and opened her delicate mouth. "Ouch!" The huge penis
almost filled her mouth, and the Emperor grabbed her beautiful golden hair and thrust forcefully. "Ah, ouch, ouch!" Irene
let out a painful moan.

"So good, Queen Irene is so old but still so horny, oh! Your little mouth feels so good on me,"

the Emperor said comfortably.

"Ah, oh, ah!" Princess Irene's beautiful breasts were filled by the enormous penis, her two delicate white
hands could only weakly pound on the emperor, only able to let out miserable cries of "Mmm, ahh." The emperor became more and more excited, and
suddenly the Gallic emperor lifted one of her beautiful, slender legs and forcefully placed it on his shoulder. Without warning, he
brutally and powerfully entered the beautiful princess's body. The princess's legs tightened, her delicate body trembled violently a few
times, her full breasts shook violently, her head suddenly threw back, revealing her slender white neck, and she
let out a long scream, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.

"So tight!" The Gallic emperor let out a long breath, remaining deep inside Princess Irene's body.

He reveled in the humiliation of the woman being violated. He hadn't expected Princess Eileen's body to be so tight;
the unexpected pleasure spurred him to act quickly. He thrust excitedly, Princess Eileen's fair, smooth
left leg raised high and resting on the Emperor's shoulder. With each thrust, her delicate right leg
curled painfully against her chest, her plump thigh pressed tightly against her high right breast, while her left breast trembled like tofu on her snow-white bosom with the Emperor's
frenzied movements. The Emperor brutally
thrust in and out of the Princess's body, as if trying to send her to hell. The luxurious, comfortable bed seemed to shake from the Emperor's rough
actions … "Ah, Your Majesty, you're too big, too fierce, be gentle, I beg you to be gentle,"

Eileen cried out in agony, pleading.

The Gallic Emperor paid no heed. He reveled in the feeling of conquest, especially the sensation of ravaging and trampling upon the most beautiful and noble
woman It was a wonderful feeling.

"Your Majesty, no! Irene can't take it anymore! Your Majesty, be gentle! Ah, it feels so good!" Irene cried out incessantly
, unaware that her cries only excited the Emperor more. "The Emperor's hands frantically kneaded her
two snow-white, jade-like breasts." Ah! "Her hair was grabbed by the Emperor, her pretty face forced upwards to face the mirror,
watching her body being ravaged. With each thrust, her breasts trembled,
the golden necklace around her neck reflecting a soft light. She felt like a bitch trying to please her master.

"Ah!" Queen Irene's snow-white feet trembled incessantly, then suddenly tensed.

"You slut, scream! Does it feel good? Does it feel good to be fucked by me?" the Emperor said shamelessly.

"It feels so good, so good! Your Majesty, please be gentle," Eileen replied, her beautiful eyes filled with tears of humiliation.

She didn't know how much time had passed. The Emperor paused briefly, then grabbed one of the Queen's plump, round thighs and twisted it forcefully
. He flipped her voluptuous body over, forcing her to kneel on the bed. The Emperor forcefully spread the Queen's two snow-white, plump
buttocks and entered her body again from behind. The Emperor
grabbed
the Queen's disheveled hair with one hand, lifting her tear-streaked face high, revealing her long, white neck. He pressed his other hand firmly against the Queen's slender waist, beginning another round of violation like a lazy man pushing a cart. With each thrust, the Queen's two full breasts swayed rhythmically
back and forth incredibly alluring.

The Queen's snow-white fingers gripped the sheets tightly, her delicate features contorted in pain, her slender eyebrows
furrowed tightly, and beads of sweat mingled with her tears as they streamed down her smooth cheeks. Her sexy lips parted slightly,
and with each thrust of the Emperor, she let out a soft, baby-like moan. This moan eventually turned into a continuous groan.

The Emperor, drunk, quickly reached his limit. He writhed violently for the last half minute before collapsing,
panting, onto the Queen, releasing his seed of life into her body.

The demon was finally finished. The Queen finally breathed a sigh of relief, lying there limp and motionless.

Only her faint breathing and the slight rise and fall of her chest proved she was still alive.

"Slap!" The Emperor slapped her again. "You slut, you bitch, why are you crying if it's so good!" "

These are tears of happiness, Your Majesty, you are so powerful," Eileen said, covering her slapped face.

"Tears of happiness, haha, come, beautiful lady, I'll make you even happier," the Emperor said with a
lewd and cruel smile.

Eileen had no choice but to kneel before the Emperor in a doggy-style position, her beautiful
anus facing him. The Queen suddenly realized what the Emperor intended to do. She wanted to resist, but seeing
the Emperor's imposing gaze, she dared not. She could only plead with him through humiliating tears. "Your Majesty, no, no,
that's not fun. Eileen will serve you with her front."

"Eileen, do you know? When I was still a prince, I admired your beauty immensely.
One of the three beauties of the Song of Solomon, Eileen, you were known as the Night Rose, conquering countless men's hearts with your maturity and allure. Back then, I
thought, one day, one day, I will make you kneel at my feet, sucking my cock." The Gallic Emperor
didn't seem in a hurry to take Queen Eileen's genitals, as if reminiscing about something.

"Your Majesty, this night rose now submits to you, begging only for your mercy." The beautiful
Princess turned around, raising her snow-white neck, her eyes filled with tears as she spoke softly, her gentle tone carrying an indescribable
tenderness.

"Unfortunately, when you married King Ver, how could you possibly give a second glance to a mere prince like me? You were only
26 years old that year. At your wedding, I swore that I, Peter, would not be forever suppressed by your Yago Alliance.
One day I will make my country strong, and you who despise me will pay the price. At that
time, I will penetrate every hole in your night rose! I will lock you in a cage as a pet! So, beautiful
Princess Irene, let me have my wish!" With that, the Gallic Emperor roared, roughly spreading Princess Irene's
snow-white buttocks apart. His enormous weapon, the purplish-red glans like a red-hot iron rod,
was thrust her anus, without foreplay, without lubrication.

"Ah ... "Ah!!!!!!!!!

Your Majesty, ah!!! You beast! Ah!!!!!!!" Princess Irene struggled with all her might,
her golden hair swaying wildly, her long, beautiful legs kicking erratically, her
breasts slender, white fingers gripping the sheets tightly—all of this showed
the immense pain she was enduring. But for the Gallic Emperor, strong as a bear, this only aroused his lust.

At the edge of the princess's anus, bright red blood trickled down her smooth legs and finally settled on the sheets. This black
bear ravaged Princess Irene until noon the next day. Her lower body was a mess,
blood , her eyes swollen and lifeless, and she was still draped in a torn court dress. Her entire body reeked of
sweat and semen from the ordeal. The Gallic Emperor was thoroughly enjoying his work, his hands casually fondling her
breasts.

"Beautiful lady, you satisfied me greatly yesterday. This will be your home from now on, bitch's den number one. When I need you,
be dressed up and clean, and wait for me," the Emperor said with a smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Princess Eileen replied, her eyes red and swollen from crying, her head bowed in humiliation.

"Oh, by the way, here's a set of clothes for your everyday wear. You can use them when you're at home, or when you're serving me..."
"You'll need to wear this when there are other guests." The Emperor pointed to a purple, openwork,
court-style jumpsuit, purple stockings, and purple high heels displayed on a clothes rack beside the cage. "You're known as the Night Rose. I think the night and
purple go well together. What do you think?" the Emperor said.

"You're willing to let me sleep with others? Your Majesty, don't you want me to serve only you?" Eileen asked the Emperor
incredulously . She suddenly understood that the Emperor meant for her to be a courtesan, both his plaything and
a tool for him to cultivate relationships with powerful figures from various countries.

"Beautiful lady, you do smell good, but you're nothing more than a toy. In my eyes, things
without value have no reason to exist. If you don't want to, I'll send you to the military brothel to entertain my soldiers
. Then you'll wish you were dead!" the Gallic Emperor said calmly.

Queen Eileen looked at the Emperor in horror, never expecting that someone as beautiful as her and who had tasted her in bed
would be so heartless as to send her out to be played with by others. The Gallic Emperor still smiled at her, but she
could clearly sense his cold-bloodedness. "Yes, Your Majesty, Irene obeys your command," the queen replied humiliatedly.

"Very good, beauty. Go and change your clothes. But don't worry, I
won't ," the Emperor said lecherously.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Irene replied. The next morning, the Gallic Emperor sent sterilization drugs. This shattered
Irene's hopes of changing her fate by bearing the Emperor's child. She understood
that in the Gallic Emperor's eyes, she was nothing more than a toy. Two months later, despite using all her seductive charms, Queen Irene failed to
hold onto the Emperor. A high-ranking envoy from the Yago Alliance became her lover.

In the following year, the Gallic Emperor did not wage war against neighboring countries. Instead, he actively improved relations
with them , especially with the major powers. Every high-ranking diplomatic envoy and dignitary was
entertained in the Golden Cage by the Emperor. Every dignitary who emerged from the Golden Cage showed a satisfied expression and a hint of nostalgia.
Soon everyone forgot about the Gallic invasion and the Kingdom of Ver.

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"Bitch Number One, tonight His Majesty has you serve the distinguished guests from the Great Plains."
The woman frowned slightly, sighed slowly, and replied gracefully, "Yes, Eileen will serve the esteemed
envoys from the Great Plains well." She slowly removed the embroidered gold ornaments from her forehead, one by one. There were no maids
beside Her brows were furrowed, and her expression carried an indescribable sorrow and a seductive
allure that drove men mad. All of this could not conceal her unparalleled beauty.

A gigantic cage was her current dwelling, suspended in mid-air. The cage was
fully , everything inside gleaming with a dazzling golden light. The Gallic Emperor called it a golden cage for keeping a mistress, and
Irene was his first collection, his first canary. Before the exquisite dressing table and mirror, Princess Irene gazed at
her beautiful and alluring reflection. Her long, black hair was meticulously combed, glossy and refined. Her stunningly beautiful face,
like a flower that could shame the moon and a fish that could sink to the bottom of the lake, possessed a graceful and poetic charm. A purple silk bodice tightly encased her two large,
snow-white breasts, a captivating curve enticing men to part it. She exuded
the allure of a mature woman. With delicately drawn eyebrows and bright, sparkling eyes, her makeup was more vibrant and alluring than usual. A vivid
red lip gloss
accentuated her beautiful features, making them appear even more defined. A jade hairpin adorned her high-piled hair. A dignified and stunning beauty stood before her, wearing a purple, low-cut, spaghetti-strap dress with gold lace
detailing that perfectly showcased her slender, curvaceous figure. Her breasts, partially exposed, were firm and round, breathtakingly beautiful, with
a single, exquisitely crafted diamond adorning the sparkling white peaks. Her voluptuous chest formed a captivating focal point, while sparkling
diamond earrings adorned her delicate earlobes, highlighting her ethereal beauty. Her fair, full, and shapely buttocks, along with her slightly
curled , rounded legs, created a beautiful and moving arc. No amount of exquisite carving could capture the vibrant
life force of this unparalleled beauty. She wore high heels embellished with silver-white diamonds, and her slender, pinkish-white feet were adorned with ten
delicate, exquisite vermilion toes that were both sexy and alluring.

In the center of the cage was an enormous bed, large enough to comfortably comfortably fit 3-5 people.
The bed was made of gold, and around it were various unidentified metal devices. Metal handcuffs were attached to the four corners of the bed,
and a golden round rod could be retrieved from underneath. Hidden in the rod's head were mechanisms that could launch barbs to bite. The bed
was disassembled, and its mechanisms could restrain her body and limbs, pinning her
firmly in place no matter how much she writhed in pain and madness. All she could do was plead for her abuser's mercy.
She had personally experienced every toy on this bed, and every device and tool had been used on her. She
could never forget those nights spent there.

She had been imprisoned in this cage for two whole years. During those two years, she
was nothing more than a toy to the Gallic Emperor. Day and night, she was summoned by him, either to serve him
as a tool for venting his lust, or to sleep with his guests, generals, or even brave
soldiers. At first, she was not used to it. Although her country's defeat had made her the Gallic
Emperor's prisoner and plaything, and she had sold her chastity and dignity to survive, willing to offer her precious
body to the Gallic Emperor's pleasure, it did not mean that she was a lowly woman who had been with a former husband. In fact,
she was the Queen of the Aago Alliance, and had received a good noble education since childhood. For many years,
she had enjoyed wealth and luxury in the Kingdom of Ver. The king doted on her. Although the courtiers wanted nothing more than to
push her , they still pretended to be righteous and looked away, as if she were
so noble in their eyes that these lowly men did not even dare to show their desire for her. Now she was a prisoner
, and in the eyes of the Gallic Emperor, she was nothing more than a tool for sexual gratification, a toy to amuse, a useful sex
slave. The war had stripped her of all her dignity as a woman; she now felt no longer a woman,
but a bitch to be fucked at any moment. Several times she tried to resist, but all she received was
inhuman torture and torment. She looked at her beautiful, almost demonic face in the mirror, her full breasts
adorned with vibrant red nipples, her delicate white hands slowly moving down to touch her most private parts, where
a gold ring was placed on her most precious clitoris, engraved with "Bitch Number One." She would never forget that.
What price had she paid for that golden ring? Today, the Gallic Emperor summoned her to his bedchamber once more. She wore a beautiful, alluring
purple fitted dress, draped with a magnificent purple silk shawl. Her slender, snake-like waist, long,
shapely legs, and high, firm breasts were captivating. She couldn't understand how the Gallic Emperor could bear
to give her away to another.

At midnight, her beautiful, sorrowful voice echoed endlessly in the golden cage: "Ah! Your Majesty, no, no, ah!
" The Gallic emperor, as fierce as a black bear, hoisted the queen's two long, white legs onto his shoulders.
His massive, thick waist thrust with his long, black, gleaming penis, relentlessly pounding into the slut. With each thrust
, Eileen let out a pitiful, mournful cry, her legs involuntarily lifting, her arches hardening. "Your
Majesty, you're so strong! Eileen can't take it anymore! Eileen is dying!" Tears welled in her eyes, her delicate, white hands helplessly
pressing against her lower body. Her exquisite, beautiful face contorted in agony under the Gallic emperor's violent thrusts, her cheeks
wet with tears, her tender, rosy lips pleading incessantly. "Ah!! Your Majesty!" Suddenly, the Gallic emperor
thrust hard again. "Ah!" Eileen screamed, her juices mixed with blood spraying directly onto
the bed . The emperor had sent Eileen flying. Eileen felt like her whole body was about to fall apart, and her lower body was in excruciating pain,
but still forced herself to smile and said, "Your Majesty, are you satisfied?" Queen Eileen said softly.

"Ah!" The Gallic Emperor casually slapped her
across the cheek, looking at the Gallic Emperor in terror.

"You slut, so useless. I think you're still not seductive enough. How about I send you to serve the soldiers for a few more days,
hehe," the Gallic Emperor chuckled cruelly.

"No, no, Your Majesty, Eileen knows she was wrong. Please continue to enjoy this servant, Eileen will be very obedient,"

Eileen said in utter terror. She raised her swan-like neck, her beautiful face and ample breasts trembling incessantly,
tempting the Gallic Emperor, her face showing an expression of extreme fear and pleading.

Around the fourth month of her captivity, the Gallic Emperor assigned her to serve one of his trusted men.
She was immediately horrified by his appearance. If the Gallic Emperor was like a black bear, then his
confidant was a veritable wild boar, his penis even larger than the Emperor's, as thick as a child's arm,
engorged with grotesque bumps. When he roared and pounced on her, she instinctively tried
to run away . The Gallic Emperor's confidant, delighted by this cat-and-mouse game, relentlessly chased after her.
In the ensuing struggle, Irene's clothes and stockings were torn to shreds. "Hiss! Hiss! Ah! Hahaha!!" The screams
were filled with savage lust and pitiful agony. The sounds of squeaks and groans echoed throughout the room. Finally, the wild boar pushed her onto
the bed, pinning her beneath him. His immense weight nearly suffocated her. She writhed and
struggled, but how could a weak woman like herself contend with such a brutish man? His long, beautiful legs were forcefully spread apart, her snow-white thighs cruelly exposed, revealing
her alluring vulva. He
pulled her labia majora open, her vagina immediately stretched to its maximum opening, turning the vaginal opening
into a small, round hole. Her beautiful petals parted, emitting a lewd sheen, and her pink clitoris stood proudly
erect before the wild boar. An extremely obscene scene was unfolding. He cruelly lifted her thighs high above
his shoulders . Princess Eileen was in extreme pain and terror, her sexy body twisting
and turning in an attempt to escape, her beautiful legs kicking helplessly. But all of this seemed to only increase his pleasure. "Haha, hahaha!!!" The wild boar pulled out
his enormous penis, aimed it at Eileen's honey hole, and instead of inserting it, he ran his fingers over her labia
, enjoying the wetness and stickiness. His large hands grabbed and squeezed Eileen's breasts, deliberately
twisting her nipples hard from time to time, causing her to groan in pain and pity. "General, no, please let me go,
no , no!" Eileen cried, her face streaked with tears. She was beautiful and alluring, like a beautiful snake, constantly
twisting and begging the king on top of her to let her go. "Beauty, my princess, you never expected this, did you? I, the black..." "Lu,
even a barbarian from Gaul has a chance to fuck you one day, hahaha!" With that, the boar thrust his
massive penis, like a burning stick, directly into Eileen's uterus. The tender walls of her vagina immediately enveloped his
penis tightly. Although Eileen's genitals had been explored many times in recent days, the Gallic emperor
considered her a valuable resource, so he meticulously cared for her after each encounter, especially
her genitals . Therefore, her vagina remained exceptionally alluring and tight. Now, Eileen felt as if her uterus was about to burst.
The immense pain caused her delicate white hands to frantically pound on the boar, her long, strong legs
kicking at him. "Ah, no! You beast! General, please let me go! Ah!" Eileen cried
out hoarsely. The boar was experiencing incredible pleasure. Beneath him lay the most beautiful and noble
woman , a woman he had never even had the chance to approach before. Now, he had her pinned down,
his penis pounding inside her, reveling in her bliss.

"Eileen, you filthy bitch, you slut, ah, so good, scream, scream!" the boar cried excitedly.

"Ah, no, General, please let me go!" Eileen pleaded helplessly.

Suddenly, the boar's tongue tried to force its way into her mouth. Unable to escape, she could only yield. A wave
of sorrow washed over Eileen. Not only had she been played with by the Gallic Emperor, but she had also been given to the high-ranking members of the Yago Alliance as a
plaything , and was even forced to "comfort" his generals. Would she then be forced to "comfort" his soldiers? She
was, after all, a former queen, a woman of unparalleled beauty—this damned barbarian! Eileen was consumed by rage.

Suddenly, she snapped her teeth shut, biting down hard on the wild boar's tongue. The boar winced in pain, its mind
clear . But being a seasoned soldier, it knew the art of war. Suddenly, its rough hands
grabbed her white breasts, twisting them violently. "Ah!" Eileen cried out in agony, clutching her
bruised nipples. Her body, so delicate and pampered, couldn't withstand such brutal abuse.
At this point, she could only submit completely to the boar, tears welling in her eyes, no longer resisting. The boar's lower body moved rapidly, his thick, long
penis repeatedly slamming into her clitoris, driving Eileen to the point of madness, her body numb with pleasure
, emitting mournful moans. Her previously taut legs now slumped to the sides, yielding to the boar's thrusts.
With a series of thrusts, Princess Eileen's lower body was wet and sticky with white foam at the point of intercourse. The wild boar
indulged in the beauty's voluptuous and alluring body, and in his satiated satisfaction, he let out a long roar that shook the golden cage! He
gently grasped Eileen's breasts with his large, fan-like hands, while his lower body, as strong as a lion or tiger, used his
penis, which could be described as the strongest and most powerful in the world, to violently pound against Eileen's full and tender vulva like a siege engine.

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