Slave Princess Knight

Chapter

One:
The azure sky was cloudless, and the sun shone brightly on the city, a blend of Eastern and Western architectural styles. For a country in such a hot climate, it was a rare and beautiful day. Yet, the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians within the city seemed to be bathed in the mournful caress of the wind and the soft lament of the waves.

For today was the funeral of King Miller Chappell, deeply revered by all, and Commander Grinmont, the loyal and benevolent commander of the Saint Chappell Division. The heavy sorrow weighed on the hearts of the people, making it impossible for them to stand tall and bid farewell to these two heroes.

Men, who should have shed blood but not tears, wept silently, while women and children cried out loud, waving their tears as they saw them off.
In Chappell, a small country with a population of less than a million, hundreds of thousands of residents in the capital city tearfully watched the hearses of King Miller and Commander Grinmont pass by. The deeply mourning citizens threw bouquets of flowers, offering their final respect to the hearses. Many of the soldiers escorting them still wore blood-stained bandages, tears welling in their eyes.

With the deaths of the King and the division commander, the nation's only division had suffered over half its casualties. They were all good fathers, husbands, and children in the eyes of their grieving families. This small nation, established far to the East, was now in dire straits, its nation grieving a devastating defeat. The sea, the lifeline of this coastal nation, was cut off and blockaded by pirates; merchant ships, fishing boats, and warships were all confined to the harbor, unable to set sail.

Who could be more sorrowful and heartbroken than the citizens whose army had been defeated, whose very existence was uncertain?
If anyone was, it was Princess Danielle Chappell, the King's beloved jewel, and Melissa Lumière, Grinmont's fiancée. The daughter who had lost her father and the woman who had lost her beloved stood silently facing each other in the palace, their eyes brimming with tears.

The princess, who was always dressed in bright orange, rose red, or turquoise, wore a black mourning gown she had never worn before. It was a solemn, floor-length dress with a semi-circular skirt supported by steel wire. From the waist and cuffs, it clung to her body, revealing not a sliver of skin. Only at the front were her shapely breasts, their milky white mounds like sculptures of ice. This accentuated her exquisite figure, especially her slender, delicate waist; her youthful beauty rivaled that of a celestial being. The princess's once expressive emerald eyes no longer reflected her innocence, understanding, and passionate nature. Instead, her face bore a deep, heartbreaking desolation, a sorrow that surpassed even the power of weeping. This kind-hearted girl, loved by all and treating even street beggars like family, had suffered a fate as cruel as her pure and beautiful appearance—truly, heaven was jealous of beauty.

Melissa, clad in gleaming silver armor, didn't resemble a woman whose lover had died tragically, but rather a vengeful figure. Her breastplate and sword hilt were adorned with magnolia blossoms, representing royal honors. Beneath the iron armor and leather protective clothing lay skin as white as snow. Renowned for her cold beauty, she captivated all who beheld her, a beauty who dared only to admire from afar. The chilling light in her eyes made one hesitate to approach, yet behind that chill lurked a deep, aching heart, compelling even those who had traversed mountains of knives and pools of blood to rush to her side and comfort her. The girl

and beauty, who could communicate with a single glance, recalled the events of half a month ago; compared to now, it felt like a lifetime ago.
On that day, the imperial city was bustling with soldiers preparing for war. An old soldier leisurely drank wine in secret, while new recruits, pale-faced, polished their swords repeatedly. The laborers and craftsmen busied themselves preparing provisions, water, weapons, and firearms, while outside the city, crowds of citizens cheered on the departing army.

Like countless powerless soldiers, they kissed their wives goodbye and promised to meet again with their lovers. Even the King of Miller and Commander Grin were only human; though they were men of great ambition and spirit, they were also fathers who doted on their daughters excessively and young men reluctant to part with their fiancées.

Inside the grand hall, not opulent, but possessing the understated elegance that the Chappell royal family held in high esteem, a style that could never be imitated, Miller's hearty laughter echoed throughout. He was as majestic as a bear and as agile as a leopard, his short beard and plump face inspiring fear, yet always bearing a warm smile. His wise eyes were those of a kind old grandfather, soothing and comforting. On the battlefield, he was a lion; in the royal court, he was a benevolent elder.

"A few small pirates! I can easily deal with them. There's no need for Daniel to worry."
"But I've heard that this pirate king has killed millions, and the witch beside him sees the church as her mortal enemy. Her methods are more ruthless and terrifying than the devil's."
Even the princess, who never knew the meaning of sorrow, couldn't help but look worried after hearing the bad rumors.
"I'm not afraid of devils, let alone humans! Are they as scary as me? Tell me, tell me!" The king picked up the light and agile princess and rubbed his beard against her face. This dispelled her worries, and a smile returned to her face. She playfully punched her loving father, and the two were very affectionate.

Those who didn't understand would surely find it strange that a middle-aged king and a princess of marriageable age would have such an intimate relationship that disregarded the boundaries between men and women.
But only those who understand King Miller can appreciate how much he, who had vowed never to marry after his wife died in childbirth, doted on this little princess. Unlike most royalty and nobles, whose emotions were suppressed by heavy etiquette, the princess even confided her intimate secret—her first menstruation—to the king, who was both her father and friend. Afterwards, the king, thrilled at his daughter's growth, even ordered a day of national celebration.

Watching the princess, a delicate flower in a greenhouse, smile with genuine dimples, Melissa felt anxious and nearly faint.
"It's alright! Look how confident the king is. Please, Melissa, have the same trust in me." The handsome and dashing Green, with his fiery red hair, possessed a gentle yet strong inner strength, his abilities and bearing befitting a pillar of the nation.
Ignoring the constraints of etiquette, Green, taking advantage of others' inattention, stole a kiss on Melissa's cheek.
His warm lips captivated the seemingly icy beauty in others. Under his kiss, Melissa felt herself become a sinner, having broken her vows and lost her virginity.
Oh, my love! "Do you know how burning my heart is? My anxiety is like an ant on a hot pan." Melissa pressed her head against Green's, large tears rolling down her pretty face. "Since I was tormented by love, you entered my boudoir and took my bed. Now I will marry no one but you, and I am already carrying your child. If you cannot win back, I, who have lost my virginity before marriage and am carrying your unborn child, will have no choice but to walk the path of burning at the stake.

" "Please, Green, take good care of yourself! Even if we are defeated, you must come back alive." In contrast to his usual cold and aloof demeanor, he was now meticulous and attentive. Melissa was currently just a worried young woman who had just become pregnant.
"Don't talk about unlucky things! We will definitely win and return victorious."
Leaving a warm kiss on Melissa's forehead, Green left calmly, his ambition and confidence boundless.
Watching his retreating figure, Melissa momentarily lost her composure and gently touched her lower abdomen. My child! To avoid distracting your father, I didn't tell him I was pregnant with you. The King is a magnanimous man; even with his strict religious rules, once Green returns, I can marry him without incident. Otherwise, my unborn child! You wouldn't have been able to come into this world with someone else's blessing.

Two fearless and magnificent men, aboard the three-masted flagship HMS Royal Oak, led nearly ten thousand officers on their expedition. A week later, less than a quarter returned alive. When the soldiers, each bearing some kind of wound, carried the bodies of King Miller and Commander Green, their bodies covered in burns and knife wounds, to the palace, the young lord fainted from grief, and Helena's profound sorrow was beyond description.

Her child… had lost its father before even being born, and Green didn't even know she was pregnant. What lay ahead for her? To survive, aborting the fetus was the most rational choice. But how could she abort Green's only bloodline?

Thinking of their romantic moments under the moon, their vows of eternal love, their journey from duels before the emperor to mutual understanding and affection. When he was promoted to division commander, she had given her virginity. Was it all just fleeting smoke? Green, you can only live on in my heart. I can no longer linger in your arms, the knight commander who is no less than a man, returning to being a sentimental woman.

Almost forgetting what sorrow is, the only pain in her heart is the lack of maternal love. Her clothes soaked with tears, she stayed by the emperor's body for three days and three nights, refusing to leave no matter how others tried to persuade her. Her once smiling, charming face now held only loneliness, desolation, and sorrow.

"Commander Melissa, Daniel has a request," the royal princess, her tears dried but her grief undiminished, answered in a calm yet unwavering tone.
"Princess, you flatter me! Melissa is a loyal subject of His Majesty the King. Since my father's death in battle and my mother's illness, His Majesty has not only generously compensated my family but also offered numerous words of comfort. To repay His Majesty's kindness, for the millions of lives of the Kingdom of Chabel, and for the thousands of fallen soldiers, I will certainly assist Your Highness, even unto death." The princess

shook her head and smiled bitterly, her expression so pitiful it was heartbreaking; Melissa truly felt her pain.
"I don't know how to govern a country; military and political affairs have always been handled by my father. In the future, I will ascend the throne, and the affairs of state will be chosen by my uncle
, Earl Carson, and others; my future husband will be in charge." "But… even though Danielle is ignorant, she knows that the sea is the lifeblood of Chabel. To avenge my father's death and for the sake of my millions of people in Chabel, I must eliminate these pirates who bring ruin to the country. Even if I die, I will not regret it."

Though a woman, the princess possessed extraordinary courage. Her willingness to die was not a spur-of-the-moment decision. From her expression, tone, and the trembling of her delicate body, Melissa knew that the princess had pondered deeply, fully understanding the meaning of death,

and had confided in her with the same resolve as the king to defend the country to the death. The poor princess was only fifteen years old, cherished by the king and everyone in the palace since childhood, and now… Melissa didn't want to die, but for her, death might also be a release, a way to reunite with Grin in heaven. With the princess's approval, she reorganized her remaining troops and devised a plan to deal with the powerful pirate fleet.
Xia Mu'er was merely a small country, its very existence dependent on the sea. Fish from fishing boats accounted for one-third of its food production, while imported wheat, wine, butter, meat, fruits, and vegetables provided the remaining third. Eighty percent of the national treasury's income came from maritime taxes. Now, the pirates were not merely rampant; they had already turned the tables, besieging the country.

A newly defeated army could not defeat a powerful enemy that had repeatedly triumphed and intimidated the nations of the East. Therefore, Melissa proposed that the princess feign agreement to the conditions the pirates had previously offered to the king, using negotiations as a cover for a surprise attack. With the king recently deceased, the princess's selfless courage inspired the soldiers, urging them to take a desperate gamble.

For this purpose, Princess Daniel summoned her uncle, Earl Carson, and the Bishop of Languedoc. She entrusted the affairs of state to them, simultaneously revealing that after victory, she would ascend the throne, leaving the choice of her husband to them.
Being in the imperial family, except when facing the destruction of the nation and the punishment of extermination, meant being destined to be unable to be with the one you deeply love. Like the late emperor, those who married first and fell in love, remaining devoted to each other throughout, were extremely rare. Melissa had hoped that Daniel could escape this curse of fate because of her father's love, but fate played a cruel trick. Watching the Bishop and Earl, their faces full of cunning, plotting to manipulate the government through the choice of a royal consort, Melissa couldn't help but sigh deeply at the misfortune of women in this era. But… since the creation of the world, when has a woman ever been happy?

“Don’t be sad for me, everyone has to get married, doesn’t they? It’s a pity my father won’t see me in my white wedding dress. Father…” It’s said that a woman’s first love is always her father. This is evident from the fact that many women marry men who are either the same as or opposite to their fathers. The magnanimous emperor is not only the princess’s father but also the ideal husband she longs for. When will the gloom on his face and the unspeakable bitterness in his heart ever be erased from the princess’s face? A young girl just beginning to experience love cannot fall in love with someone she truly desires, but must instead marry a complete stranger, two or three times her age, based on calculations of self-interest. Her life is decided in this way; how can a young girl bear such resentment and depression? The

heartbroken princess and the beautiful knight commander boarded a negotiation fleet of five ships, followed far behind by a fleet of less than five thousand men, representing the entire nation’s resources. Facing a pirate fleet of over fifty thousand men, undefeated in their conquests across the seas,
Daenerys, aboard the ship's deck, waved goodbye to the people who came to see her off. Her heart was in turmoil; she knew this might be the last time she saw her homeland. Father… to protect the country you loved so dearly, Daenerys might soon join you in heaven. But behind this resolve, do you know how many times Daenerys secretly wept in the dead of night, wondering why her father had to die so young, how heavy the burden on her shoulders was?

Melissa, guarding the princess, silently apologized to the unborn child. She felt she couldn't give him happiness, and yet, knowing she was pregnant, she had risked her life on the battlefield. She hoped that this perilous journey would bring victory and peace to the Kingdom of Chappell. Uncertain about the future, she took out the small box that served as her necklace and gazed at Grin's portrait. The man in the painting still smiled; when had his body long since turned to dust? After

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three-day voyage, the negotiating fleet came into contact with a pirate fleet of over a hundred ships, their masts like a forest, their sails like mountains, their shadows flickering. Following discussions between the envoys, both sides agreed to begin negotiations that evening. A day carefully chosen by Melissa—moonless, starless, and shrouded in heavy clouds—perfect for a night raid.

With a death wish, Melissa, her beautiful figure encased in cold armor, wore an expression of utter despair. The one who could understand the tenderness beneath her cold exterior was no longer alive. And tonight, perhaps, she could reunite with him in heaven.

A pale yellow gown, both magnificent and elegant, accentuated the noble bearing of Queen Daniel, who seemed like a carefree little bird, highlighting both her princessly nobility and her cheerful, approachable nature. Sadly, she could no longer live carefree by the King's side.

"Captain Melissa, let's go!" Queen Daniel, her chest heaving, her breasts glowing pink and alluring, took several deep breaths to calm her turbulent emotions before pushing open the hatch and taking her fateful step.
Of the two sides meeting, the princess and the knight were far more astonished than their opponents, though their inner turmoil was suppressed beneath masked expressions. But… these two were none other than the infamous pirate king and witch who had killed their father and lover. The black dress
, resembling mourning attire, was adorned with opulent embroidery and lace trim, mysterious and alluring. Unlike the rumored witch, with her white hair, hunchback, and withered body, she was roughly the same age as the princess, with skin as smooth as jade, a smiling blue eye, and golden hair that fluttered in the wind. A black cat perched on her shoulder. She was the witch?

The pirate king was not a burly, muscular brute. A strong, well-proportioned physique, with only a small vest covering his upper body, revealing bronze skin and crisscrossing scars. He possessed the distinctive features of an Eastern man with black hair and black eyes, a carefree smile on his face, and a gleaming, ancient-looking sword with a black bead inlaid on its hilt, radiating a chilling aura, strapped to his waist.

Princess Daenerys bowed, lifting her skirt in a gesture of respect, while Melissa knelt on one knee in a knightly manner.
Now! Her mind was calm and undisturbed, displaying the composure necessary for a warrior. Melissa struck, hurling a signal flare disguised as an ornament into the air, and her sword, Moran, flashed out, aiming straight for the Sea Emperor's head. The
humiliated surrender of the Chappell army, as the light flare exploded in the vast sky, instantly restored their former glory and launched an attack. Besides the soldiers and officers on the five ships, there were also ambush troops transported in caissons and fifteen ships that had secretly followed.

Thinking of the King's benevolent rule and his love for his people, the princess and the Knight Commander Melissa, despite being women, threw themselves into the battlefield. Every man in the Kingdom of Chabel was filled with righteous indignation, and knew that now was the time to sacrifice themselves for their country.
The sword Moran, swifter than the wind, failed to cleave its enemy in two as Melissa had anticipated. The Pirate King leaped into the air, spinning. His demonic blade was already in his hand, and he slashed with unpredictable, ever-changing movements, flames flickering on its blade.

With a clang, the swords clashed, and Melissa was forced back a step. Ignoring the pursuing, serpentine demonic blade, she slashed horizontally, seemingly intent on exchanging blows for a mutual destruction.
The Pirate King chuckled mockingly, then abruptly shifted from a charge to a retreat, completing the movement in an instant.
Melissa, now resigned to death, unleashed a torrent of swordplay, gaining the upper hand for a moment. But the Pirate King remained steadfast, flames surging and undulating on his blade as he gathered strength for a counterattack.
The princess, who knew nothing of martial arts, bowed and then retrieved a hidden pistol from a concealed pocket on the back of her skirt. She gripped it tightly and aimed it at her sworn enemy, the murderer of her father.
Princess Daniel was not particularly skilled in combat. Moreover, she had never even bullied a cat, let alone killed anyone. If her opponent were a vicious
, ruthless thug, that would be one thing, but shooting a girl her own age was a different story. Just as Princess Daniel drew her gun, the black cat on the witch's shoulder flashed with a sharp light in its eyes. It leaped into the air with lightning speed, transforming into a panther, and with a single swipe of its paw, knocked the princess's pistol
away. Startled and confused by this sudden change, Daniel bent down to pick up the gun. But as she turned, she was knocked down by a powerful force. The panther pounced on her, its mouth full of gleaming white teeth, and said, "Stay put! Otherwise, your delicate skin and flesh will be my snack."

The panther's breath was intense; death was closer to Daniel than ever before.
Although not on the highest alert, the pirate fleet was still prepared for any eventuality, and the surprise attack was far less effective than Melissa had anticipated. Furthermore, the pirates were seasoned veterans, well-equipped, and their fighting strength was no less than that of Chappell's army, and their numbers were more than five times greater. Cannon
fire clashed between ships, and the sounds of battle echoed from the boarding ships. For their people and families, Chappell's army fought bravely. Initially, they held a slight advantage, disrupting the enemy's formation. However, within fifteen minutes, they were met with a fierce counterattack.
Bathed in a hail of bullets and swarms of arrows, comrades fell one after another. But even wounded, as long as they breathed their last, Chappell's warriors would never give up, swords and spears in hand, fighting back with their lives.
Seeing the princess captured, Melissa's expression changed drastically! Her attacks became even more frantic, her swordplay increasingly chaotic.
"Don't give up, everyone! Melissa, don't worry about me, defeat the pirates!" Despite facing sharp teeth, Daniel bravely cried out. Though she was a woman, she couldn't afford to risk her life at this moment.
The desperate princess hoped her subjects could defeat the pirates. But the situation was the opposite; loyal soldiers, surrounded by an enemy force many times their size, fell one after another. The warship was riddled with bullets, its decks piled high with corpses. The survivors shouted and desperately rushed towards her ship, trying to change the tide of battle. A desperate counterattack could only bring destruction. Under the deafening barrage of cannon fire, Chappell's warship resembled a wounded beast; the timber that formed its hull was blasted apart and scattered into the sea, like a bull surrounded by wolves, struggling in its death throes. What flowed from it wasn't blood, but the remains of warriors.

The princess, her heart bleeding, wept bitterly. Her subjects were dying one by one.
And on the decks surrounding her, the guards of both sides were locked in fierce combat. The guards who had served Daenerys for years fought fiercely against the powerful pirates to rescue her from Leopard's Tooth. As the pirate king's personal guards, their opponents were undoubtedly the elite of the elite. Compared to the veterans who trained daily in the palace, these battle-hardened warriors, forged in the blood of the battlefield, were like adults against children.

Except for Melissa, the guards fell one after another.
"Bang!" A volley of gunfire erupted, and after the smoke cleared, several familiar faces of Daenerys were gone forever.
"Release Her Highness!" A heavily wounded guard struggled to raise his sword. The ruthless pirate knocked his sword away with a single blow, decapitating him and showering him with blood.
"Ugh...ugh..." No, stop! Daenerys recognized the guard; his name was Hans. She remembered catching him flirting with a palace maid, the young man shyly greeting her. She'd heard he'd be married soon, but now…

Melissa was now like a candle flickering in the wind, the Pirate King's demonic blade unleashing a fiery counterattack. The raging flames forced her to stay away. Her sword, Moran, scorched by the heat, was burning hot. Ignoring her burned hands, Melissa gripped the sword tightly.

The Pirate King, attacking her relentlessly, launched a lightning-fast counterattack, his demonic blade wreathed in flames, its power overwhelming.
With nowhere to retreat, Melissa had no choice but to fight back. Amidst the clash of weapons, a torrent of force sent her sword flying, revealing her slender hands covered in blisters.
Melissa, still trying to draw her darts to retaliate, heard the princess's mournful cry to stop.
Had she reached her limit?
Melissa glanced around at the Chappell's army, which had dealt a significant blow to the pirates. Only a fraction of their ships remained, besieged by an enemy ten times their size. But regardless of their formation or the strength of their opponents, these warriors, knowing the odds were against them, had fought to this point, fulfilling their duty to their predecessors, their people, and their families.

Melissa drew her needle-shaped dart, hesitating whether to plunge it into her own chest. But the thought of her unborn child overwhelmed her with grief, and she suddenly couldn't bring herself to do it. How could she bear to take her unborn child with her ?
The pirate king, witnessing her impending suicide, seized this fleeting opportunity, striking her arm with lightning speed, preventing her from taking her own life.
"Dying isn't so easy!"
the witch chuckled, her eyes radiating a chilling resentment, as if she harbored a blood feud with Daniel and Melissa.
The victorious pirates imprisoned the few remaining survivors. The witch in black was in charge of Princess Danianier and Melissa. On their first day as prisoners, they were merely confined to the ship's cabin. Although Melissa was chained, her hand wounds had already been treated by a doctor.

If the pirates only wanted ransom, that would be one thing; they were rumored to not only rape but also sell people into slavery and even conduct inhumane magical experiments. Princess Danianier, her future uncertain, was truly restless, especially thinking of yesterday's battle where thousands of loyal soldiers had perished for her. In contrast, Melissa was much calmer; even if she were to be raped, she was mentally prepared. The problem was the child. She couldn't bear to lose the child; she wanted to protect her, but she didn't know how the pirates would treat her.

The agonizing wait finally came to an end. The witch and the pirate king led them to other cells. Along the way, the corridors echoed with the cries of women: lewd, pleasurable gasps; heart-wrenching growls of pain; and sorrowful sobs.

Maintaining a calm, icy expression was a tremendous effort for Melissa. What kind of torture had those women endured? How horrific must the torture be to elicit such mournful cries? And why, in contrast to the chilling atmosphere, were there women making wanton, lingering moans? Princess Daniel, on the other hand, was utterly bewildered. It wasn't surprising that the women's cries contained sorrow; the wicked pirates certainly wouldn't treat their prisoners kindly. But what were those strange, intermittent moans, sounding like both pleasure and pain?

Finally, they arrived at a foul-smelling, dark, windowless cell with only a vent facing the corridor, filled with torture instruments.
Daniel, oblivious to the danger, curiously observed the various unfamiliar and strange objects.
As the commander of the Knights and also responsible for maintaining domestic order, Melissa was a woman of considerable experience. At this point, the Kingdom of Chappell was no longer a threat, and interrogating them was unnecessary. However, besides whips, branding irons, and chains, the room contained a triangular wooden horse, a wooden phallus made to resemble a male phallus, and a penis eye ring. These were all things that violated the Bible and God's righteousness—evil and lewd items. Not to mention using them, even possessing them was an unforgivable sin. She had arrested many lewd men and women who dared to commit the capital offense of apostasy, for possessing or using such items.

"You…you two shameless scoundrels, aren't you afraid of going to hell after you die?" Faced with Melissa's righteous accusation, the Pirate King and the Witch first exchanged glances, then burst into laughter.
The Pirate King sneered, "You've already committed murder and arson. What are you afraid of after death? Besides, what's there to fear about the powerless god who can only punish sinners after death?"
The witch, whose purity rivaled that of the princess, sneered, "Hell! The Church has shown me hell, right here in this world. So I'll show you believers the hell I, the witch, have created."

Realizing that lecturing these two rebels on morality was useless, Melissa, her face flushed crimson, said no more.
Chapter Three:
"From today onward, you are my new slaves. Dress me!" The witch spoke provocatively, a hint of a smile flashing in her phoenix eyes.
Thrown in front of Daniel and Melissa were a roll of bandages and a pile of leather clothes, respectively.
"These are clothes?" Daniel picked up the bandages, her expression uncertain.
"Of course! If you're not satisfied, I'll make you wear leaves. If you dare to be so difficult, you won't even get leaves, but the world will feast its eyes on the princess's precious body." The domineering witch was like a servant of the underworld. Her difficult attitude was enough to wound one deeply.

The witch, who intended to torment the princess, didn't get the expected humiliation and insults, but instead, she leisurely moved one of her soft hands towards her.
"Please take off my clothes?" The princess's expression was as calm as if she were in her own boudoir, dressing up. It was as if the witch and the pirate king were dead and wouldn't see her naked body.
"Take them off yourself! Do I, as her master, have to dress up for your lowly, wanton slave?"
"I don't know how to take off clothes. If you don't want to, please tell the maid to do it."
Danielle's reaction made the witch so angry that smoke rose from her head, and her almond eyes widened. The pirate king, on the other hand, laughed heartily and generously.
"You'll just play the role of a maid then? You really are a princess who expects to be fed and clothed."
Danielle, her eyebrows furrowed, retorted, "Of course, maids serve us meals. Don't you have any servants?"
The enraged witch, her pretty face flushed crimson, angrily grabbed at the princess's dress, saying, "Who's like you, expecting to be fed and clothed?"
"Stop! How dare you be so disrespectful to the princess!" Melissa, overwhelmed with rage after picking up the dress, was unable to speak. Her cold, beautiful face erupted with a furious avalanche. She raised her bound arms, desperately trying to attack the witch.

Suddenly, Melissa was pulled away, and the Pirate King slapped her, the force of the blow arriving before the palm even touched her skin.
"Smack!" A crisp sound rang out, and five striking finger marks were imprinted on her porcelain-like cheek.
"Get your identities straight. You're no longer princesses and knight commanders, just slaves to be slaughtered by us! Don't even mention changing your clothes. This world is a dog-eat-dog world. Even if we drag you out on a thousand-person mission and gang-rape you to death, so what? Isn't that what your followers do?"

With blood trickling from her mouth, Melissa trembled as she swallowed her pent-up resentment and hatred. She didn't refute the Pirate King's anti-divine pronouncements, but the situation was beyond her control; she had already cursed him a thousand times in her heart as utter nonsense.
"If you don't change, we'll beat you until your clothes are torn to shreds! You'll be in so much pain you won't want to wear them anymore."
With a casual wave of his hand, the Pirate King used his palm to pull a long whip, as thick as a little finger, from the dazzling array of erotic objects on the wall. He lashed the ground three times, creating three grooves in the wooden plank. Melissa could withstand this, but how could a princess of golden branches and jade leaves possibly?

"Captain Melissa, don't be so particular about such trivial matters." Princess Daniel offered her delicate hand to the Pirate King.
"You want me to undress you? I'm a man!"
Not only the Pirate King, but the witch and Melissa were also stunned. The princess was so shameless! Could it be that the seemingly innocent and chaste princess was actually a wanton and shameless person inside?
"Is that not allowed?"
It wasn't that she was calm; the princess truly didn't know what shame was. To her, the existence of servants was as natural as cats and dogs in an ordinary person's home. In her pure and flawless heart, there was no distinction between men and women.
"Looks like I've caught something interesting!" The witch found Daniel quite intriguing. This wasn't the first time the princess had been "trained," but she was either arrogant and willful or suppressed by etiquette into a mindless human doll. The princess, with a heart as pure as floating clouds and clear as water droplets, without a trace of impurity, was someone she had never trained before.

"Let me be your servant this once!" The witch removed the gloves from Daniel's soft, rounded arms. The princess's movements as she changed were elegant and natural, without a trace of shyness. If the person she was dealing with weren't her father's killer and her own humiliation, she might have even offered a grateful smile, as if she were a palace maid.

A moment later, the naked princess appeared before the witch and the pirate king. Her petite figure was exquisite, her body perfectly proportioned, her breasts soft and white as jade, her nipples blooming tenderly. Her slightly rounded buttocks were smooth and glossy, like satin, white as snow. Her slender waist was easily encircled, and on her mysterious, private area were two glistening labia, completely hairless, a secluded place that stirred the imagination. The pirate king and the witch were astonished by her ethereal beauty, as if a fairy had descended to earth. Princess Daenerys maintained her impeccable composure, only reluctant to show her charming smile to her enemies.

Her masters had never seen such a woman. Women are creatures deeply sensitive to shame; aside from the lowest prostitutes who can be ridden by thousands and remain unmoved even when naked before men, even lovers and husbands are not immune to a degree of shyness. Princess Daenerys's naturalness surpassed that of a child, showing absolutely no shame about her nakedness. This uninhibited charm was breathtaking; it wasn't beauty that captivated, but the heart itself.

As the witch bandaged the princess, fearing the pirate king's whip and worrying about the risk of miscarriage, Melissa, as a mother, removed her armor, revealing her exquisitely beautiful body. With her azure eyes, flowing brown hair, and picturesque features, Melissa possessed an irresistible allure. Her large, full breasts, firm and beautifully protruding, her slender waist, and her plump, round, snowy buttocks were heavy with alluring charm. Sparse, oval-shaped downy hair covered her vulva, revealing glimpses of a virgin's pink secret cleft. Any man who saw it would instinctively raise his erection.

The clothes bestowed upon Melissa included elbow-length black leather gloves and knee-length leather boots, the leather glossy and reflective. However, the leather garment itself was utterly inappropriate; it covered her completely from the shoulders to the buttocks, yet three huge holes were ripped in the chest and between the thighs. Her magnificent breasts and secret garden were completely exposed. Wearing such shameless and degrading clothes caused Melissa excruciating pain. Her expression, once icy and aloof, now held a hint of rosy blush, making her so alluring that one wanted to kiss her.

Compared to Melissa, who covered her private parts with her hands, Princess Danielle, though clad in bandages that were practically nonexistent, still retained the dignified air of a princess. A truly perfect woman, even in tattered clothes, cannot conceal her naturally alluring beauty. The witch, with her wickedness, wrapped several layers of bandages around her breasts and genitals, making her not only sensual but also alluringly prone to revealing glimpses of her body. This, combined with a delicate and pitiful beauty, made one reluctant to harm her.

After changing, the witch hacked their clothes to shreds and threw them into a brazier filled with branding irons. She watched the clothes smoke and turn to ash. Princess Daenerys remained unmoved, but Melissa had a premonition that what she cherished was about to be shattered.

Melissa, drugged to the point of superhuman strength, had her limbs chained to a winch. Princess Daenerys, powerless, was ordered to sit on the ground with her legs spread, just like Melissa. The
poor knight commander's private parts were laid bare before the pirate king. The princess's alluring genitals, deeply bandaged, were clearly visible, only slightly better than Melissa's nakedness.
The first step of the "training" was the witch's magical examination of their bodies. After chanting incantations, she gave Daenerys a satisfied look. Melissa gasped in surprise, then gave a malicious smirk.
Next, the witch brought in two large, three-foot-long wolfhounds, accompanied by two blocks of butter.
The two dogs barked incessantly at Melissa and Daenerys, their teeth bared and drool dripping – a truly frightening sight.
Normally, Melissa would have no fear of a dog, but now, barely clothed, her body drugged and bound, she was utterly powerless to resist. The thought of the pirate king and the witch's wicked scheme filled her with dread. Princess Daenerys, facing the wickedly smiling witch and the dogs, showed slight fear. Then, forcing herself to calm down, Princess Daenerys opened her lips and sang a beautiful, benevolent melody. The melodious tune was beautiful and moving, like a warm spring breeze, cleansing the soul. Even the two hungry dogs, with their voracious appetites, suppressed their hunger and listened attentively.

Listening to this pure and holy celestial music, Melissa was overcome with sorrow. Princess Daenerys, beloved by everyone in the palace, possessed a voice that could attract a thousand birds. When she sang in the verdant gardens, everyone in the palace would retreat to watch her enchanting voice. Those who witnessed this miracle even disregarded church rules and privately praised the princess as an angel descended from heaven. Now… now the princess, naked and bandaged, sang to the dogs in her cell to save herself. Why was fate so cruel? Why was God testing Chappelle like this? She herself had broken the church rules and committed adultery with Grin, but the princess was innocent. Why? Why?

"Unbelievable! Michael and the dogs have actually become still." The witch was deeply shocked by the princess's ability. Princess Daenerys's power to control dogs without using magic was truly amazing.
A song containing messages of peace and benevolent desires can move dogs, but not humans.
The witch and the pirate king each took a knife and smeared butter on the secret flowers of Melissa and Princess Daniel.
"Stop! You're not human, what are you doing?"
To Melissa's trembling voice, the witch maliciously replied, "Let the dogs give you oral sex! Your lover's dead, you haven't had any pleasure in a long time, have you? You should thank me, a dog's tongue is far superior to fingers and human tongues; no woman who's tried it can compare to its taste." "

You...you...you..." Melissa, grinding her teeth in hatred, never imagined the witch would do something so vile and shameless.
"Demons! You're not human, why do you treat us like this? I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"
"What a joke! Have you ever seen a demon? Heh. Let me tell you, humans are the demons, especially religious people, the higher the class, the more evil they are. Ghost? According to your beliefs, the soul ascends to heaven after death. Are you going to wait until the end of the world to come and seek revenge on me?"

Though vulgar, Melissa had no other choice. She spat at the witch's face. But at such close range, the black cat on her shoulder managed to deflect it. Witnessing the black cat being defiled, the witch slapped Melissa four times, left and right, mercilessly. In a chillingly cold tone, she said, "You dare defile my cat. This is a small punishment. Next time, I'll cut open your belly and take out your child."

In an instant, Melissa's face drained of color. She… how did she know?
"Unmarried pregnancy, your faith is truly unwavering! Chaste Knight Commander." Melissa's heart ached terribly at the mockery of this lewd witch. Why had she fallen to such a state? What was wrong with her uncontrollable passion with Grimm? To be insulted by such a person was utterly tragic. For a moment, the once proud and confident Melissa's eyes welled with tears.

Melissa was horrified by the sight of the demonic knife hovering over her vulva, even going so far as to plunge the cold blade directly into her warm, moist flower path. Danielle's situation was entirely different. The Pirate King's repeated mockery only earned her a bewildered look. When the bandages were pulled back and butter was smeared on her vulva with the knife, she wasn't fearless; she simply didn't understand why she should feel shame and indignation.

"Captain Melissa, please don't be afraid. A little butter will help; it won't hurt. We must remain calm, hold fast to our faith, and patiently wait for God's trials to end. Also, congratulations on your pregnancy! Is the baby in your belly Grin's?"
The princess's innocent voice warmed Melissa's heart. Since becoming pregnant, she had lived in constant fear, keeping this secret deep within her heart, not even daring to reveal it to her own mother. Thinking of her poor child, whose first blessing was at this very moment, a wave of sorrow washed over her, and tears welled in her eyes.

"Your Highness, Melissa will protect you no matter what. Not only to preserve the bloodline of His Majesty the King, who has shown me such profound kindness, but also because of your prayers for my child and your heartfelt tenderness." "Princess, are you afraid if I have a wolfhound lick you like that later?"
"Why should I be afraid?" Her clear, emerald eyes blinked, puzzled.
Faced with this situation, the witch and the pirate king were truly at a loss. Melissa, her eyes filled with fear, trembled uncontrollably as she walked between the blades and the wolfhounds. The princess, however, showed no awareness of being humiliated, which deeply frustrated them. It was like smearing a blank sheet of paper with ink; after shaking it off, the paper remained as white as snow, making them feel that they had acted in vain as lowly people. However, they were not mortals. Daenerys's pure heart, devoid of any evil thoughts, was something they could not bear to defile. But the more pure it was, the more interesting it was to defile her. What expression would she have when she went from not knowing fear to screaming in terror? The pleasure of raping a prostitute could not compare to the sense of conquest one could enjoy by raping a saint.

Section Four
"Go!" After loosening the leash, the two ravenous wolfhounds, like wild horses, pounced on the genitals of Princess Daenerys and the knight commander Melissa. The drooling giant dog extended its rough, long tongue and fiercely licked Princess Daenerys's butter-covered lips, wiping them clean in no time.

Princess Daenerys, experiencing pleasure for the first time, felt a strange and bewildering sensation in her chest. Her lower body burned, experiencing an intoxicating pleasure she had never known before. After finishing the butter from her smooth lips, the wolfhound's tongue focused on licking the secret crevice on her mysterious mound, trying to obtain the butter hidden deep within her flower path.

"Hoo...ya...uh...ha...ha...ahhh..." Princess Daenerys's beautiful voice emitted cries of female pleasure and ecstasy.
"How is it? What does it feel like to be eaten by a dog?"
To the witch's provocative question, Daenerys, her cheeks flushed, answered haltingly, "So hot! I feel lightheaded, like something is moving inside me."
Such a novel reaction left the witch and the pirate king unsure whether to laugh or be angry. In contrast, Melissa's reaction was much more normal.
"Get away...get away..."
Despite her fierce shouts, she couldn't scare away the hungry dog before her. When the rough dog's tongue touched her vulva, Melissa shuddered as if electrocuted. The butter had a lubricating effect, and the dog's tongue was covered in saliva, not to mention that her body hadn't been comforted in a long time. The slurping licks brought Melissa to a blissful state.

But as a loyal knight who believed in God, she was being toyed with by an enemy using a dog, not for love. The immense guilt and self-reproach made her scream pitifully.
"Stop! If you want to kill me, then kill me...why torture me like this..."
Her face, filled with inexplicable rage, held a suppressed pleasure, her grief-stricken eyes mixed with lust, and her whole body trembled.
"Teasing? It should be a blessing. Let me see how your little red bean reacts."
"God..."
In a humiliating groan, the witch reached out and touched the point where the labia met, her slender fingers gently pinching the female knight's clitoris.
"You're clearly hard from pleasure, yet you still pretend! A person who dares to cheat, what are you pretending to be a virtuous woman for? If you want pleasure, be honest!" The mocking words deeply wounded Melissa.
As a result, Princess Daniel hadn't even tasted climax yet, but was stimulated by the surging sensuality, her cheeks flushed red, and the bandages on her lower body were covered with dog saliva and the princess's own secretions.
After the climax, Melissa lowered her head, closed her eyes, and wept softly. It was too cruel, to defile this body that belonged to Grin like this. Compared to the hatred for the witch and the pirate king, the inescapable self-reproach in her heart was truly tormenting.
"What a despicable knight commander! The people of the church are all gilded on the outside, rotten on the inside. Your lover's body is barely cold, and you've already succumbed to his barbed tongue. The child in your belly can't be any good either."
Hearing the witch's words, Melissa's pent-up grievances turned into unstoppable tears, and she burst into sobs.
"Take back your insult to the church. Commander Grin's child will definitely be a pillar of the nation in the future." Facing Princess Daniel's resolute gaze, the witch's face was icy, and she slapped the princess's cheek, leaving a bright red handprint.
Daniel, who had never been hit before, had tears in her eyes, evoking pity. But the tears that filled her eyes could not shake her resolute spirit.
Imprisoned in the ship's cabin, unaware of the passage of time, Daniel and Melissa endured relentless training day and night. Every time they woke up, they were either fed dog food or subjected to various shameful forms of discipline. Of course, enemas and forced urination were also common occurrences. Melissa was tortured to the point of being emaciated. Daenerys, though outwardly frail, possessed a will far stronger than Melissa's. Each time, she accepted the enemas naturally, and even when covered in excrement and urine, her beauty remained undiminished. Often, Princess Daenerys even willingly bathed in Melissa's golden waters.

The witch even forced them both to crawl on the ground, leading them to the deck, where they were forced to masturbate naked in front of hundreds of sailors. Melissa, who resisted fiercely, yielded again and again under the brutal suppression of the whip, for the sake of her unborn child. As for Princess Daenerys, her heart pure, she couldn't comprehend the humiliation in this. She continued to worship God, long for her father in heaven, and care for her people.

During her first forced oral sex, the witch finally found the first weakness in the princess's defenses. The pirate king, who hadn't bathed for three days, was covered in sweat, his masculine odor overwhelming. Under the threat of whips and clubs, Melissa loosened the pirate king's belt with her mouth, pulled down his underwear, revealing his magnificent penis.

But Daniel said, "I won't lick it! It smells awful."
"Here, do you think you have the right not to lick?"
"Daniel will never lick it."
"Fine! Let's see if you can endure as much as Melissa." The witch gleefully took a thick leather whip from the wall. Although Melissa had submitted, it was only because her hands were sore from the beating; she didn't believe the princess with her delicate skin could withstand it.
Using the winch connecting the chains, the witch hoisted Daniel's beautiful, pure body onto the triangular wooden horse. The peach blossom spring pressed against the sharp, hard wood, causing Daniel to frown deeply.
"If you want me to stop, then kneel down and lick it." The pirate king stepped to the triangular wooden horse and stood there, his penis pointing high at the princess.
"Crack!"
A crisp crack of the whip echoed as the thick leather lashed across the princess's smooth, pink back. How could her delicate skin withstand such torture? A foot-long welt, red and swollen, marked her smooth, snow-white back.
"Ouch..." Dania's delicate cry of pain was heart-wrenching. Two clear tears streamed down her pretty face.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" The witch, aroused by the pain, lashed the lash fiercely across Dania's alluring body. Her slender waist, long, pink legs, back, even her tender breasts—her most cherished private parts—were not spared.

After more than ten lashes, Dania was drenched in cold sweat, her eyes red from crying, her body covered in crisscrossing blue, purple, and red welts. Where the welts intersected, blood flowed, oozing beads of blood like rubies.
"Lick it now!"
"No...I won't..." The princess, a heartbreakingly tearful figure, remained unmoved by the fervor of her defenses.
"Stop! You can't harm Her Highness's precious body. I'll lick it myself." Melissa, sharing a similar plight and supporting each other, felt more than just a subject to the princess; they were like sisters. How could she stand by and watch her suffer?
"It's none of your business, you wretched woman!" The witch, her face flushed with excitement, lashed Melissa's slightly protruding belly with her whip, sending her sprawling to the ground in agony. Having failed to harm the princess, the witch seized this opportunity to force her into submission. She wanted to trample Daniel's dignity underfoot.

"Melissa...is your belly alright? The fetus..." Amidst the rain of whips, Daniel cried out in a defiant, sorrowful voice.
"It's alright, I'm fine." Melissa, sprawled on the ground, could only see Daenerys's exquisitely sculpted body, stained with eerie red, blue, and purple marks, making her even more radiant.
The Pirate King, watching Daenerys writhe in pain, her brows furrowed, her body drenched in cold sweat, still maintained her serene posture. The princess, writhing in agony, was truly pitiful.
Faced with Daenerys's defiance, the witch lashed out even harder with her whip. The princess's cries echoed in the room.
"No…"
Clutching her lower abdomen, chained to the ground, Melissa rushed forward, her back meeting the whip, protecting the princess.
"Melissa, let me go! My child is more important!"
"I can't let the princess suffer."
Melissa clenched her teeth, biting her lip until it bled, as the whip repeatedly lashed her back, tearing her skin.
"Truly a wise ruler and loyal subjects! I'll let you two suffer the consequences together!"
The witch laughed wildly, lashing out with her whip, even though she herself was drenched in sweat.
"Stop! I'll just lick it."
"Your Highness..."
"I can't let the child in your womb suffer with us. As a mother, Melissa must take care of her health. If the mother is unwell, isn't that bad for the fetus?" A sorrowful, bitter smile bloomed on her holy face, bringing tears to Melissa's eyes.
Daniel, shivering with pain, endured the pungent, fishy stench, lowering her noble body to take the pirate king's countless dragon root into her mouth.
"Ah! That feels so good." The warmth inside her mouth was meltingly comforting. Although the princess's tongue technique wasn't perfect, its smoothness surpassed silk. The ecstasy of her licking and circling the glans was worth every penny. After enjoying Daenerys's service, the Pirate King sprayed his semen onto her wounded body before leaving with the witch.

That night, after their wounds were treated, they felt a cool sensation and, dressed almost naked, nestled together.
"Princess Daenerys, I am truly useless. Not only can I not avenge you, but I have also dragged you down to this state." Melissa, her eyes brimming with tears, had lost her former cold beauty, leaving only a haggard face.
"Hold on, hope remains!"
Daenerys gently stroked Melissa's wounds with her jade-like fingers, embracing her with boundless tenderness. To be pregnant with the child of the one you love should be one of the happiest things in the world. Daenerys knew that pregnant women were often sentimental, and she should try her best to be understanding and caring.

"What will the future hold? It's utter darkness," Melissa trembled, her voice filled with hatred. She didn't hate God, she didn't hate Grimm, she only hated the cruel twist of fate.
"No, we are women. No matter how our bodies are ravaged, as long as we don't lose hope and hold onto a kind and loving heart, we remain chaste. It is not the court that judges us, nor the mouths of the world, but God in heaven. Don't let yourself die with regret."

"Princess..." Although she had already been treated, Daniel, whose injuries were far more severe than Melissa's, came to comfort her with a pained expression.
Naturally, the two people who depended on each other kissed. It wasn't out of coercion, but rather a lesbian act of defying God. According to church rules, they should have had their throats slit, their internal organs removed, and be executed. But in the midst of their passionate lovemaking, they only knew how to comfort each other, engaging in a fiery same-sex love affair.

After their lovemaking, many wounds burst open, and blood seeped out. Danielle lovingly placed her hand on Melissa's increasingly swollen belly.
"Melissa! My mother died in childbirth, leaving my father with a lifelong regret. Though I never met her, I am forever grateful for her love. As a woman, childbirth should not be seen as suffering, but as a blessing from God. I will help you no matter what, and I will do everything I can to give your unborn child, Grimm's child, a happy future."

"Princess... I... I truly have no way to repay you." Melissa, moved to tears, was determined that even if tomorrow brought endless despair, she would not allow her unborn child and the princess to suffer. From
then on, oral sex, enemas, exposure, forced urination, riding a triangular wooden horse, whipping, and candle wax dripping—a series of cruel and lewd tortures—were inflicted without interruption. Melissa and Danielle lost track of time, only able to count the days from the growth of Melissa's fetus. Now, with Melissa's breasts fuller and her buttocks heavier, they had been imprisoned for nearly half a year.

In these seemingly endless days of suffering, Melissa and Daniel faced a dramatic change.
"After almost half a year of training, it's time to enjoy them." The Pirate King fastened leather collars around the princess and the knight commander's neck, leading them, wrapped in bandages and leather, onto the deck like dogs.
"Losing virginity is a capital offense. Miss Melissa, you'll certainly die when you return home. But the princess has remained a virgin. Today, I'll make you truly face despair." The witch's cold gaze seemed to pierce their very being.

"I know you two bitches are very close, secretly engaging in homosexuality behind our backs."
Upon realizing they had been spied on, Daniel and Melissa blushed instantly, deeply embarrassed.
"Your bodies can't function without men, but being a sex slave isn't just about the body; your hearts must also be slaves. Today, I'll give you a test. The female dog, Danielle, must offer her virginity to my husband, the Pirate King, and make him feel immense pleasure, shooting his noble semen into your cunt. The female dog, Melissa, will have orgys with the soldiers; since you have experience, it will be a bit harder. You must make all ten men ejaculate. Once they ejaculate, I'll behead them. Whoever finishes first, I'll release them; the other one... well, he'll be used to feed the sharks."

As the witch finished speaking, ten wounded Chappell soldiers were brought onto the deck. Seeing the princess and the knight commander's lewd behavior, the soldiers cursed the enemy's viciousness, wishing they could tear the pirates apart, but only received beatings in return.

"To save their lives, we must act quickly! Or perhaps you haven't reached the point of sacrificing yourselves to save them? If so, I'll switch the conditions. How about it?" A
now enlightened Danielle let out a lewd, excited bark, crawling towards the swaggering Pirate King on his throne. She firmly believed that no matter how much physical torture she endured, a bath would suffice. As long as her heart remained untainted, a woman would remain pure.

In contrast, Melissa was in excruciating pain. If she allowed these captured soldiers to ejaculate, they would be beheaded. If they didn't die, the princess would. The princess's life was more important than the soldiers', both personally and for the greater good, but how could she personally harm her own soldiers?

"Commander! Please save the princess. Our lowly lives are not worth our pity!" Ten soldiers simultaneously knelt on one knee.
"I... how can I exchange your lives for the princess?" Melissa, overwhelmed with grief, was filled with a torrent of sorrow.
"It's alright! Death is a relief for us. We've had enough of that witch's experiments; she's not human. Look..." The soldier raised his arm, terrifying Melissa to the core. It wasn't a human hand, but a beast's claw.
"Rather than live a life worse than death, let's exchange our worthless lives for the princess's!"
Section 5
"Gentlemen! Please forgive Melissa for not only failing to lead you to victory but also falling to this state. Let's all attack together! Don't pity me."
Her eyes were filled with tears, her face sorrowful, her hair swaying in the sea breeze like willow branches. Yet she wore shiny black leather gloves and boots, her large breasts protruding from the holes in her leather coat, her deep red nipples swaying seductively, and a fake tail inserted into her anus, swaying left and right, arousing lust.

Stripped of the soldiers' loyalty, those who had survived the cruel magical experiments had lost all hope of escape, only desiring a peaceful death. Now, before her death, she could share a final tender moment with her once-honorable knight commander, Melissa. Overwhelmed with emotion, the soldiers, tears streaming down their faces, their erections throbbing, pounced on the now-degraded, pregnant bitch, the twenty-year-old Melissa Lumière.

Her body bore numerous half-rotted and inflamed wounds; one or two of her limbs had been transplanted into animalistic forms. The soldiers, their final lust ignited, tore at her with their hands and bit her, quickly transforming Melissa into a plump, white sheep with a large belly. Tears
flowed as twenty hands simultaneously gripped Melissa's entire body. The lack of sunlight during her imprisonment had made her skin even more eerily white and smooth; her two enormous breasts, too large to be grasped with one hand, required two hands to fit in. Those who rubbed her buttocks and plucked the pubic hair inhaled the intoxicating scent of her body, like the sweet and sour aroma of cheese.

"To save the princess, we must hurry! Besides my private parts, we can also use my mouth and anus."
Melissa, moaning and groaning from the rubbing, deliberately parted her legs, revealing her plump, fleshy buttocks. Her slender fingers pressed against her delicate, maiden-like anus. The pink anus contracted and writhed in tension, as if beckoning them.

Prisoners usually had a hearty meal before execution. To be able to have sex with a voluptuous pregnant woman before death was enough to make them feel content.
The men spat on the knight commander, or even urinated on her as lubrication, making the once-respected commander appear even more vulgar and despicable. Then they lifted Melissa, inserting two penises into her mouth and anus, while a beast-like, bristly, nearly foot-long penis reached directly into the birthplace of countless heroes.

Wild and stimulating roars echoed through the sky, mixed with the woman's wanton and seductive moans.
Concerned for the life of the child in Melissa's womb, Princess Daniel reluctantly resorted to the lewd techniques the witch had forcibly instilled in her during days of training. The pure and graceful Daniel sent out a passionate glance, tore off her bandages, and blew them towards the Pirate King. Her heart pounded with anxiety, completely unaware of the effect.

The bandages, fragrant with the scent of a young girl, drifted like white petals on the wind. The golden branch and jade leaf of the Kingdom of Chappell boldly performed a sensual dance before the Pirate King.
Occasionally, a look of lust crossed her face, yet the dance remained elegant and proper. The Pirate King could understand why the King of Miller regarded Princess Daniel as his most precious treasure. Her fair, translucent skin, like jade, every gesture, every step, was so alluring, like a celestial maiden descended from heaven. That penetrating charm made one reluctant to harm her. The Pirate King was momentarily stunned, his gaze sweeping over Danielle's slender and beautiful body from his chair. Her precious beauty, like a rainbow in the sky, was so captivating that he couldn't take his eyes off her.

On the other side, Melissa was experiencing multiple orgasms. The soldiers, their vulvas swollen with the transplanted beast penises, filled her completely. The soldiers used their powerful arms and legs to relentlessly thrust and penetrate her, touching every inch of her body and vulva. The pregnant woman, held up to the waist by the soldiers, parted her cherry lips slightly, licking and playing with the humanoid beast-shaped penises. She never imagined she would betray Grin and serve so many soldiers with her lips and tongue. But... what could she do when faced with soldiers nearly covered in wounds? Since death was inevitable, if she wanted to repay them, she could only let them enjoy themselves to the fullest before they died.

Their tongues teased and swirled around the glans, saliva coating the penis, radiating a seductive glow in the sunlight.
"Ah..." The soldiers, long deprived of the taste of women, cried out in pleasure and joy, their semen gushing out, powerfully slicing through the air and splashing onto Melissa's firm breasts.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" A burst of gunfire erupted as the pirates fired volleys of muskets, killing the soldier who had ejaculated. The exhausted soldier fell with a satisfied smile.
"No..." Melissa howled in agony, her voice heartbreaking.
Not only did her limbs writhe and thrash, but her genitals also writhed, the soft, sticky membranes squeezing out the semen from the beast's penis. The soldier, transformed into a half-human, half-beast, roared and howled. He thrust and pounded, penetrating the deepest part of her body, releasing his pent-up essence.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! So good!"
As he finished speaking, a long halberd swung behind him, decapitating the soldier, blood splattering on the deck.
The surrounding enemies numbered in the hundreds. Unarmed and shackled, the soldiers had no power to resist. At the same time, the soldier who had been penetrating her anus was killed after ejaculating. Three shots in quick succession, and three lives were lost.
In that instant, witnessing the splattering blood and semen, Melissa first wept, then let out a maniacal laugh like a demon. She felt her faith and spirit crumble; why hadn't God intervened to save them?
She felt truly the most despicable mother in the world, pregnant yet still engaging in such promiscuous acts with men. "Green, I'm sorry, but I must offer my body to these dying men. What I'm most sorry for is that I feel pleasure; my mouth, vagina, and anus are filled with penises, men clinging to my body like moths to a flame. They are so magnificent, fucking me until my heart and soul are pounding."

Licking the semen mixed with blood, Melissa thrust her large belly forward, straddling the men and rocking wildly, enjoying the soldiers' last baptism of semen. Until the last soldier ejaculated and died under the pirates' spears, feeling deeply guilty, she couldn't stop arching her back and lowering her hips on her master's dead penis, enjoying unparalleled pleasure.

Melissa's body, having endured such a relentless onslaught of hard, steel-like flesh, could no longer live without a man. Simultaneously,
Daniel, in the same activity, pulled a penis from the Pirate King's trousers, meticulously licking it before parting her red lips and taking it into her mouth.
"Hoo..." the Pirate King groaned softly. As expected of a princess, even her oral cavity was far superior to ordinary people. Her tongue, wet and elastic, pressed against the tender walls of her flesh, a sensation so pleasurable it made him unsteady on his feet.
With a loud shout, the Pirate King took the initiative, his eyes flashing with the aura of a conqueror of the seven seas. His hands moved like the wind, shifting to the ground, and he swiftly placed Princess Daniel on a chair. With a thrust, his penis plunged into the untouched depths of her body.

"Pain... Ahhh... Ugh..." The princess's mournful cries almost made the Pirate King stop. However, the princess's body was too alluring; its tightness didn't feel like penetration. It was like forcibly entering a breathtakingly tender mass of flesh, the penis piercing through countless barriers, penetrating the proof of virginity, reaching the very end of the flower cave, pressing against the cervix.

"It hurts so much... Father, Father... Daenerys is in so much pain..." Her sobs were like a child's, her face like a compassionate angel, yet within her flower cave lay a seductive witch. Conquering Daenerys, whose heart was as pure as paper, further fueled the pirate king's ambition.

After a brief pause, the pirate king thrust forward with fierce force, penetrating dozens of times in an instant, using the virgin's blood as lubrication to defile her pure master.
"Ah!" The princess, her lower body being thrust left and right by the penis, saw the soldiers surrounding Melissa being beheaded after ejaculating. The jets of blood spraying into the air shocked the princess's fragile heart.
Father, what did Daenerys do wrong?! " You're going to leave me with death, the army is defeated, the fate of the nation is uncertain, Melissa has suffered a great humiliation, and she is being ravaged by the Pirate King's hot and hard penis. It hurts so much! Father.
" "God will not let you off the hook, daring to treat me and the Kingdom of Chabel like this." Turning around and glaring, the resentment in her eyes made even the wicked Pirate King feel a moment of pity.
"Is this what I did to you?" As he answered, the Pirate King thrust into the woman's vulva that was making him feel ecstatic.
"Ugh... ah... it hurts... ahh..." Her pearly teeth were tightly pressed against her tender cherry lips, and Danielle's brows were furrowed.
"So what if I'm raping a princess right now? Will the gods punish me? What divine retribution did I suffer when I killed your father? Raping a woman with faith is really quite exhilarating. You're human, I'm human, when has the gods ever interfered in this world? If there's any interference, it's handing you over to me. Hate the gods if you want! As for you, princess who lives off others, I'll teach you how to become a sex slave, how to pursue lewd pleasures and make a living by selling your body. A sex slave is like a privately owned prostitute, even more degrading than a prostitute, because a prostitute has no choice in whether to sell or not, but a sex slave has no choice." The Pirate King also believed in God, but he believed that God created the world to amuse and toy with humanity through endless wars, poverty, plagues, and natural disasters, for His amusement and entertainment in heaven. The Pirate King was such a demon, more rebellious than even atheists.

The insult to her faith couldn't shake the strong-willed princess, but the pirate king's words—that God had entrusted her to him—actually drove a giant nail of doubt into the walls of Daniel's heart. Even though she knew "prostitute" referred to a woman of low status, she didn't understand what selling one's body meant. But these words, though seemingly harsh, had already filled the weeping princess with disbelief and wavering.

The princess was exceptionally beautiful; after months of training, her flower-like opening was now secreting a nectar, mixed with virgin blood and the pirate king's semen, allowing his thick member to move freely. However, for Daniel, a woman of noble birth, her first sexual experience was with such a magnificent object—how could her tender flesh possibly withstand it?

The pirate king listened to Daniel's cries, which gradually shifted from bitter sorrow to soft moans of pleasure. Her ten slender fingers, untouched by any hardship, sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes stretched out.
After a smug chuckle, the Pirate King lifted the princess's legs, spread them wide, and thrust his penis straight to the very end of her life.
"Ahhh...uh...ah..." Pleasant moans gradually overwhelmed the pain.
"Starting to climax? Your Highness, hmph hmph hmph." The Pirate King then unleashed his full array of bedroom skills, using his hands, mouth, tongue, fingers, and penis to bring Daenerys a tempest of pleasure. His penis swirled and churned, galloping across the battlefield.
"Ah..." Princess Daenerys, weeping with grievance, felt the initial gentle flow of pleasure surge to the level of a raging torrent. A warm sensation rose from her lower abdomen, spreading throughout her body, her mind a blur. Then something gushed from within her. Suddenly, her wounded soul was overwhelmed by the overwhelming sensual stimulation, and Daenerys experienced her first orgasm since birth.

As the princess reached her climax, her tender flesh rippled like a thousand waves, causing the pirate king to lose all control and ejaculate all his life essence into her body.
"Hoo! Which side is faster?"
The witch looked at the princess, who had collapsed beneath the pirate king, and Melissa, who was riding on the corpse and ravaging, and couldn't tell the difference.
"I shot first!" Both Daniel and Melissa, concerned for each other's lives more than their own, exclaimed in unison. Their voices, one clear and beautiful, the other lascivious, were thick with anxiety and worry.
"Sigh! What a lewd princess and knight commander! Hahaha..."
Under the witch's mocking laughter, Daniel felt her enemy. But the princess, whose mind was devoid of the word "lewd," remained oblivious. Melissa, to the point of wanting to die but not live, continued the painful contractions of her genitals. Under such torment, without this intoxicating pleasure, like a drug, how could she endure?

"Let's call it a draw this time! There's no such thing as too many lewd slaves."
The innocent Princess Daniel was gradually changing under her training. But before entering the cabin, Melissa looked back at the pirates pushing the corpses of Chappell's soldiers into the sea. Two voices echoed within her: one was her former self, repenting for the dead. Another new feeling was that of a completely new self, excitedly reminiscing about the ten hard penises she had just experienced, several of which remained erect even after their master's death. Day after day, Melissa knew that she had gradually transformed from a devout knight-errant who believed in God and was loyal to her lord into a lewd beast who loved the penetration of penises more than anything else.

Back in her cell, Melissa remained silent, wondering what she could do to stop her own transformation and depravity. But not only could she not think of any way, even the desire to think about it was dwindling. Were these four wooden walls the place where she would spend the rest of her life? The thought of it had once kept her awake at night, waking her from nightmares. Now, however, she had grown accustomed to the room filled with the strong smell of her own and Princess Daniel's sweat and urine.

"Melissa! Don't be discouraged. Don't forget that hope still exists among men." The gauze on her body was still stained with her virginity and the fluids of their intercourse. Even in this place of suffering, Princess Daenerys's face still radiated a smile no less beautiful than in her palace days, a smile all the more precious in this prison cell. She knew there was no hope, but… but why did seeing that smile feel like stepping back in time? Like when she was wholeheartedly loyal to the King, and Grin was there silently supporting her. If only she could go back to the past.

"Don't despair. We can't let the baby be born in this hell. I will protect Melissa. Give birth to the child first, then we'll find a way to restore your mother-daughter relationship." Raising the iron chain in her hand, Daenerys struck the triangular wooden horse with all her might.

"Clang…" The shattered chains reflected light like rays of hope, illuminating the despairing prison cell.
"Impossible!" Melissa exclaimed in disbelief.
"Nothing is impossible in this world. Let's get out of here." Daenerys, light as a feather, leaped gracefully and took the key from the ceiling. It was placed there by the witch to mock them. Bound by chains, the two women had tried countless times before, always just a hair's breadth away from obtaining the key, but now it was in Princess Daniel's hands.

"Princess, how did you do it?" Melissa sobbed, moved to tears. Although the princess's chains were three times thinner than hers, and her body hadn't been drugged, the frail Daniel shattered them with a single blow.
"Where there's a will, there's a way. I used a fairy tale my father told me before he died, about how a captive king escaped from rebels and restored his kingdom. For the past six months, I've been using urine, sweat, and soup to corrode the chains, waiting for this day. Let's go! Let's reclaim the hope that has been taken from us."

"My body has become so depraved, having committed so many acts of betrayal against God, do I still have the right to go out?" Melissa cried out in a heart-wrenching voice, tears streaming down her face.
"As long as your heart remains untainted, regardless of your physical state, you will always be the beautiful and aloof commander of the knights. Don't betray Father's trust in you, Grimm's love for you, the hope of the baby in your womb, and me!" Her emerald eyes held emotions that transcended those of ruler and subject, or comrades. Six months of imprisonment had forged a bond stronger than that of blood sisters.

"Ugh! Let's escape together, no matter how difficult it may be. We must wipe out these pirates and save the millions of lives in the Kingdom of Chabel."
Eight months pregnant...

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