Belly Strike Knights

The Kingdom of Renas is a small country located in the south of the map. This nation, with a population of less than 300,000, has only
one thing to be proud of: their vibrant and approachable
Princess Sara Renas.

From a young age, Sara has been beloved by her people. She is the king's only daughter, inheriting her mother
's beautiful face, her golden hair symbolizing abundance, and her father's emerald eyes. Most importantly, she
possesses a uniquely sweet smile and an uninhibited charisma, breaking down the royal family's traditional aloofness and
improving public perception of them.

"I swear! Sara Renas, from this day forward, will fulfill my civic duties alongside all my people!
Fellow knights of the fifteenth echelon, please guide me!"

The military training she received from childhood borne fruit at the age of sixteen. From any perspective
, she was the brightest star of the fifteenth echelon. After completing her year of
military service , Sara continued her career as an officer, dedicating herself to the training and improvement of the army's conditions. It can be said that the foundation of
the Renas army was laid during this period.

Furthermore, Sarah's enlistment as a princess greatly inspired the soldiers, who were mired in a sense of lethargy
.

Every morning, she would change into a dark blue bodysuit for combat training and arrive at the training ground reserved for officers and soldiers.
This garment was originally worn by knights under their armor to protect their bodies. Due to its extremely form-fitting design,
it allowed for clear visualization of muscle use during training while preventing any accidental exposure. However, it
was unsuitable to wear underwear underneath; women could only cover sensitive areas with a thin layer of cloth to prevent the nipples
or genitals from being exposed.

"Don't treat me like a princess, and don't go easy on me just because I'm a woman! I'm just your instructor!
First one, come on!"

In Renas at that time, women with adequate nutrition were rare; the average breast size of female knights was only a B
cup, while Sarah's breasts were a full E cup, making her full curves quite alluring through the bodysuit. Leaving aside
the female soldiers, the male soldiers were all vying to have a passionate
sparring match with the princess who so confidently swayed her breasts on the training field.

"What's wrong! I remember you always boasting about your strength, right? Hit me harder... Pfft!"

Sarah's combat skills were definitely commendable, but she occasionally made small mistakes, such as
being unable and getting hit in the stomach by her subordinate's bulging fist. In that instant, the sweat-smelling tight-fitting
clothes and fist made a sizzling sound, and Sarah's eyes widened, a very bad premonition rushing to
her mind .

"Princess Sarah... I'm so sorry!"

She was clearly apologetic, so why didn't she quickly withdraw her fist, but instead continued to rub her stomach with the tip of her fist
? Sarah, with hot liquid about to well up in her throat, couldn't think about this question carefully. She could only assume that the other party was just
shocked and didn't react appropriately—in fact, ever since the first time she was punched in the stomach by her subordinate,
this question had popped into Sarah's head almost every time she was injured. Perhaps it was because boys are a bit slow to react!

"No...! It's okay...! Ugh... Ugh!"

Her stomach trembled violently, her fists clenched, and the shaking Sarah finally couldn't hold back any longer
, bowing her head and vomiting profusely in the center of the training ground. Undigested turkey scraps, lettuce bits, diced tomatoes... her
delicious breakfast, now a mess, mixed with thick, yellowish-green gastric juices, spilled onto the ground. With

each vomit, Sarah's legs trembled violently, her large, deep blue breasts
swaying , and a little wetness splashed between her thighs, revealing beautiful camel hooves. Even in her disheveled vomiting state,
Sarah's beautiful breasts and shapely buttocks still provided a feast for the eyes of the soldiers, and even caused the subordinate who had punched her to experience an uncontrollable
arousal. Sarah had actually had a premonition about this long ago, but it wasn't until she turned twenty-one and
was promoted to Knight Commander that she truly understood that the soldiers were fantasizing about her.

At an average rate of one mistake per month, Sarah faced at least thirty-six embarrassing crises
in front of but she never blamed anyone. She knew her abilities were
genuine, and demanding that her soldiers, who still needed training, give their all was perfectly normal. How could she be given special treatment
just because she was a princess?

This awareness yielded very satisfactory results; every soldier she trained became incredibly powerful.
They possessed robust physiques and lightning-fast fists. If they weren't careful, whether you were an instructor or a
princess , you would be shaken by the powerful force that struck your abdomen and sprayed towards your uterus; at that point, mere urinary incontinence would be
a common occurrence.

When this intentional violence met with a belated sexual awakening, everything began to spiral out of control.

"Archery training begins now! Two people per group, using sticks as guns. Master the basics!
Report to me after you've finished training..."

"Instructor Sarah! Watch out!"

"No noise... Ugh!"

One day, a soldier holding a crooked wooden stick
struck her precisely in the crooked recess of her vagina with the stick's base, the tip of a removed metal gun. The hard stick almost pierced through her dark blue bodysuit, nearly penetrating
her . This was completely different from the impact of being hit in the abdomen, making Sarah, still a virgin, feel a more direct sense of crisis
. Her clenched bladder relaxed in the instant of the bursting pain and fear.

"Ugh... Ugh!"

"Instructor! Are you alright?"

"Go practice... Ugh, ugh...!"

Similar to the abdominal blow, this stick, after being pressed against Sarah's vagina, wasn't immediately pulled out, but continued to rub against her repeatedly, gurgling, as
Sarah became incontinent.

"Stop... Stop! Ugh... Oh... Oh oh oh!"

Glug! Glug! *Pop!

* The vulva, quickly soaked by hot urine, took on an even more defined shape against the tight-fitting garment. The wet tip of the rod
pushed the demurely closed lips to the side, squeezing out a squelching, grinding sound that made Sarah's
legs . Then, with a *pop*, it was withdrawn. The left labia, deformed by the tip of the rod, snapped back to
their original shape, but had changed from a closed-off state to a slightly open one.

"Ah…!"

In less than ten seconds, Sarah's clitoris, which had been cowering under the silk fabric, rapidly swelled and was exposed through the tight-fitting garment.
A small clitoris stood erect on the exposed flesh. Sarah, experiencing a strange pleasure from this unexpected attack, didn't know
how to handle her chaotic emotions. After urinating, she returned to the changing room under the cover of the female adjutants.

Her private parts, after removing her bodysuit, were a truly pitiful sight—at least in the eyes of these virgins, her labia were half-open,
her clitoris erect, yet emitting a strong stench of urine; it was truly pathetic. Especially since it was a princess!

"I've brought a towel! Princess… Commander, shall I help you wipe it?"

"Thank you… Ugh!"

"You idiot! Who wipes their clitoris directly with a towel?!"

"Ugh…! I'm sorry! Your Highness… no, Commander…"

"Give me a towel! I'll take care of it for the commander. You all go back to supervising the training."

"Yes…!"

Sarah listened to the adjutants' conversation, her face flushed. Her clitoris, which had been rubbed by the wet towel, trembled slightly, seemingly
harboring excessive anticipation for the upcoming wiping. Unfortunately, the adjutant who handled the matter was the most senior
, and it was impossible to expect such a crude mistake from him. Sarah
watched helplessly .

Another time, it happened during her most skilled combat training.

The soldiers Sarah had personally trained were all as strong as bears, yet they were usually her
defeated opponents . In any case, to be held by the princess's jade legs at the throat, to have one's
face pressed down by the princess's pungent feet, to be held in place by the princess's sweaty, pungent armpits, and then to have all of the above treatment multiplied by ten seconds... was a great reward for every man and woman
present .

Normally, everyone would pay attention to whether the princess's tight-fitting clothes were showing or whether there were sweat stains; but in Sarah
's monopolized combat arena, it was these young men who were erect and bulging. Regardless of gender, everyone
was intoxicated by the glorious defeat bestowed by the princess, enjoying the pheromone-filled ten seconds of intertwining.

However, not everyone was content to remain stagnant; some men still managed to perform exceptionally well. They
fought Sarah seriously, mostly losing after a brief exchange of blows; but sometimes, whether Sarah
was distracted or the attacks were too fierce, a punch that should have been easily dodged by her would land squarely on her stomach— 　　"Ugh…!"
— 　　or like now, a punch to a sweaty camel hoof would leave Sarah's flesh dazed golden urine would spray out through her bodysuit. 　　Sarah's body wasn't as fragile as it had been initially; now she could recover within seconds, stop urinating, and return to the changing room to change and go back into action. But this time, the adjutant seemed to have taken the wrong clothes; the women's changing room was filled with unwashed men's bodysuits. Sarah had no choice but to endure the strong, pungent stench of male sweat and return to the battlefield wearing a damp, sticky bodysuit. 　　"Instructor, you don't look too good. How about we spar another time..." 　　"No need! I just made a small mistake. Everyone, remember your embarrassing moment, and never make the same mistake again!" 　　"Yes, sir!" 　　Reeking of a male soldier's sweat, with a slightly sticky feeling between her legs and flushed cheeks, Sarah took a moment to adjust to the bodysuit before assuming a fighting stance for her waiting subordinates. 　　"I'm going to get serious! Hahhh!" 　　Shame—after Sarah realized that her opponent knew she was wearing a men's bodysuit from the smell, a strong wave of shame surged through her body like an electric shock. She suppressed her inner turmoil with a shout and launched a series of fierce attacks . 　　People often make unnecessary moves when angry. Sarah's offensive might seem overwhelming , but to the veterans, it offered too many opportunities. Unsurprisingly, she failed again. This time, she was again caught behind her, her strong arms tightening around her neck. 　　"Ugh...! Ugh...!" 　　Sarah's face flushed red. She should have been able to break free while standing, but somehow, she could only violently move her body, knocking both men to the ground, unable to change the outcome of the chokehold . 　　"Instructor, let's stop here..." 　　"Ugh...! Ugh...! Ugh... Ugh!" 　　Where did the promised "stop here" go? 　　Sarah's consciousness began to blur as the strong male soldier strangled her. She desperately pounded on his body, kicked the ground, and struggled violently. Her previously leaked urine gushed out again, and her buttocks pressed against the ground made a series of squelching sounds as she defecated. 　　Incontinent and experiencing a strange pleasure amidst her unprecedented loss of control, Sarah's nipples throbbed , and her clitoris stood erect against the fabric stained with male sweat. As she foamed at the mouth, her eyes glazed over, and she was on the verge of fainting , her remaining attention was focused entirely on the thick, hard penis of the man who had been choking her. 　　These two incidents sparked Sarah's curiosity about why she always experienced inappropriate pleasures in unexpected situations. This was something she absolutely couldn't discuss with her adjutants, who had sworn to remain chaste with her, but it wasn't a question she could simply ask any soldier. After much deliberation, she decided to conduct a test in private. 　　Six of her personally trained soldiers, the best of the best among . They all changed into sweat-soaked bodysuits, their muscles bulging, eagerly awaiting their commander on the night training field. After a period of agonizing anticipation , Sarah, finally free of her adjutant, arrived at the scene, her large breasts and shapely buttocks jiggling in her tight-fitting clothes. 　　She cautiously approached the line of men, her gaze involuntarily drifting to the bulges in each of their groins . Strangely, she'd never paid attention to the male soldiers' groins before today, so why was she so concerned about checking everyone's? In short, the fact that none of them were erect reassured her, yet it also left her with a slight sense of disappointment. 　　"You've gathered here tonight not for training..." 　　Sarah's gaze quickly swept over their faces and chest muscles. She herself possessed the strong muscles expected of a female knight, but compared to the men's bodybuilding-level physiques, even she, as a role model for female soldiers, appeared...

A frail, delicate woman. It's alright, it's a natural difference between genders, and besides, bigger muscles aren't necessarily better
—Sarah, desperately trying to convince herself, knew very well that no amount of excuses could hide her rapidly weakening spirit,
and she actually found the feeling of being suppressed by a man quite pleasant.

"I have a private matter I want to confirm, so I've gathered you all here…"

Her nipples, not yet covered by fabric, were erect, the feel of them pressing firmly against her tight-fitting clothes.

"Um… well, I mean…"

Then came the perfectly defined, plump flesh between her thighs, where her clitoris, gradually swelling, revealed a tempting little
spot.

"Anyway…! One by one, under my command…!"

"Yes! Sir! Yes!"

The synchronized turns and the powerful, resounding responses made Sarah's pounding heart flutter shyly
, and her flesh, pressed against her tight-fitting clothes, gushed out a delightful, lustful fluid.

Sarah tried to maintain an elegant gait as she approached the first man—no, why was she
using gait? She should act like a soldier, yes, like a soldier—even as Sarah reminded herself,
she still took her place with feminine steps, swaying her large, alluring buttocks.

"First! Attack my abdomen… my abdomen!"

"Yes, sir!"

True to form, these were elite soldiers personally trained by Sarah, obeying orders without hesitation. The strong arm, almost bursting through her bodysuit ,
began to gather strength, veins bulging on her clenched fist
. Sarah, watching all this without taking a defensive stance, felt her heart pounding faster and faster. She clenched her fists, naturally raising them to her sides, preparing to meet the sudden, powerful punch with her unsuspecting, 　　smooth abdomen! At that moment, the man at the end of the line jogged up behind Sarah and grabbed her thigh . They both knew what was about to happen; this was to prevent Sarah from being sent 　　flying by the impending punch . " 　　Excuse me 　　! 　　Hah ... Sarah vomited a pool of yellowish-green vomit on the spot. The situation didn't seem out of control; she didn't continue vomiting or lose control of her bladder, but— 　　"My...uterus...!" 　　Having received an education, she knew that deep within her abdomen was an organ called the uterus, the place where children were born . 　　"My uterus...!" 　　Now, this sacred territory was being shaken violently by mere violence! 　　"Ugh...ugh...ugh...gurgle! gurgle...vomit vomit vomit vomit!" 　　The fist that left a stinging mark on Sarah's stomach not only powerfully shook her uterus but also confirmed her vague guess—that her body could derive pleasure from being punched in the abdomen. Sarah shamefully urinated between her trembling legs, and a surge of acidic vomit poured out a second large amount of vomit. 　　Once the filthy stomach acid had mostly dissipated, the man lifted the feverish Sarah up. She hadn't given any orders yet, and for a moment, she was speechless. But it doesn't matter. As mentioned before, these are all elite soldiers she raised herself. They know exactly what their superiors are thinking. 　　Just as Sarah was trying to stop the dripping urine and focus her unfocused gaze, the man in front of her suddenly disappeared , followed by an iron fist that shot vertically upwards from between her limp legs. 　　"Your Highness! My apologies!" 　　Bang! 　　"Ugh...!" 　　Splash— 　　her leaky bladder couldn't take it anymore, and her desperately clenched anus also gave way under the impact. Sarah cried out in agony, her crab-like legs trembling violently. Her quickly soaked flesh generously gushed out a large amount of hot urine, and her buttocks, pressed tightly against the man behind her, also spewed out foul odors and then defecated loose feces inside her tight-fitting clothes. 　　"Ugh...! Ugh...! Hey hey hey...!" 　　The excruciating pain had just begun to subside when Sarah was faced with the extreme shame of incontinence. Her mouth, like most of her body, was out of control, uttering incomprehensible moans to the man behind her . 　　Then— 　　"Sir! Excuse me!" 　　A side breast punch. 　　"Sa... Princess, I'm here!" 　　A stomach punch. 　　"Hah!" 　　A direct breast punch. 　　"My turn again! Good form, I'm going to beat you up!" 　　"Wait... Ugh! Ugh...!" 　　Stomach punch, groin punch, side breast punch, stomach punch, direct breast punch—each man targeted different areas or attacked from different angles, each delivering two punches to the dizzy yet excited Sarah, beating her until she was completely urinated and defecated, before finally letting her go. 　　The burly arm, symbolizing the end of the "special training," moved up to Sarah's neck, who could barely stand, and lifted her up, foaming at the mouth. His other hand roughly grabbed her breast, which was rapidly forming a purplish-red . 　　"Ugh...! Gurgle...! Glug...!" 　　Sarah was already delirious, her body, in a state of frenzy, continuously sending signals of pleasure and pain into her brain . She rolled her eyes back in the pain of oxygen deprivation, foam continuing to ooze from her mouth. Only then did the burly hand that had been fondling her breasts slide down the scarred muscle lines to her erect clitoris, dripping with nectar . 　　"Glug...! Ugh glug glug glug...!" 　　Sarah, foaming at the mouth, was about to lose consciousness. The man's hand whipped up a short, hot breath, then slammed heavily against Sarah's flesh. *Thud!* The slap caused Sarah, whose mouth was full of white foam, to let out a shrill, lewd scream . Her consciousness, which should have been deep in sleep, was awakened by the intense pain and twisted pleasure. 　　"Ughhhhhhh...!" 　　After regaining consciousness, Sarah just kept convulsing, like a fish just pulled ashore, violently convulsing in the man's arms , and finally fainted completely with the second clear slap.

Sarah took a full week to recover before returning to her post. The royal family was unaware of the truth, and naturally
, no one was held responsible. How to explain the persistent bruises to the King
was the responsibility of this masochistic princess.

This "tradition" continued even after Sarah became the Commander of the Knights. Occasionally, in the quiet of the training
grounds late at night, one could hear the princess's cries of fear and joy, ultimately culminating in boundless pleasure. Princess

Sarah

officially became the Commander of the Knights at the age of twenty-one. Her adjutants, who had accompanied her throughout her life, were also promoted
to officers, and her personal guards were mostly dispatched to various regions as instructors. This spring, everyone was leading a very busy
life .

Previously, as a low-ranking officer, she only needed to take care of her subordinates and complete the tasks that her superiors dared not assign her
. The position of Commander was more like a civil service role, and she had to try to get used to sitting at a large desk
. This is 　　for the best . After all, even as the commander of the Knights, Sarah's body still needs to be pampered. Every day beneath her tight-fitting clothes,
her fair flesh is covered in bruises. Sarah has never masturbated, except perhaps once, when her closest adjutant, Miranda , accompanied her in a semi-instructional lesson on masturbation. When she sat before the full-length mirror, legs spread wide, her pink , and the labial hymen was clearly visible at the vaginal opening. 　　Yes, this plump, fleshy flesh had been struck directly by a man's fist, several times, each punch causing her to urinate or even defecate, but her virginity had never been broken. Sarah remains a virgin, something she is particularly proud of when examining her abdomen and breasts covered in purplish-red bruises. 　　"Miranda…" 　　"What is it?" 　　Miranda is a year younger than Sarah, with an astonishing height of 1.8 meters. Her wavy green hair acts like a parasol, shielding Sarah from the warm sunlight streaming through the window. Resourceful and always composed, she made Sarah and the other adjutants rely on her like an older sister. Furthermore, she possessed the second largest breasts in the Knights after Sarah's ; Sarah had grown to an F-cup this year, while she was a close E-cup. 　　Sarah would occasionally sit on the edge of the bed, legs spread, observing her private parts in the mirror. This only happened when Miranda came alone to assist her with her morning preparations; after all, they were partners who had explored their bodies together. Miranda understood Sarah's desire to understand herself more deeply—or rather, it was a bit late to start now— but she was more than willing to help Sarah when needed. So, she placed the breakfast meeting materials on the table, her rounded buttocks, tightly bound by her dark green pencil skirt, and leaned over to stimulate her blushing superior in a gentle voice . 　　"If you don't take a bath soon, you'll miss the breakfast meeting." 　　She deliberately emphasized her exhalation when speaking, a tactic very effective . 　　"Oh...! Really, stop breathing in my ear!" 　　Miranda smiled sweetly, placing her hands lightly on Sarah's shoulders and beginning to undress her. Her lips, painted with bright orange lipstick , didn't move away, continuing to breathe sweet breath into Sarah's ear. 　　"Hoo—!" 　　"Ugh...!" 　　"Hoo woo—!" 　　"Ugh eh eh...!" 　　Sarah pretended to be very proper, but actually enjoyed Miranda's little pranks. Firstly, it felt good to have her ear blown on, and secondly, Miranda's lipstick smelled quite nice. However, if the breath was too frequent or too deep, the princess would inevitably go weak all over. 　　"Ha...haa...! Ha woo...!" 　　Under Miranda's teasing, Sarah's already restless nipples naturally swelled, their rich pink color making Miranda want to do something inappropriate, but she chose to continue undressing, stripping the moaning Sarah naked, so that she could see her equally erect clitoris. 　　However, Miranda's gaze only swept over the full nipples before her brow furrowed at the bruises . 　　"You hurt yourself again." 　　"Yeah, the training was a bit intense..." 　　"Is that so?" 　　"Yes..." 　　If it were during their time as instructors, then yes, Sarah had indeed pushed herself too hard to the point , something Miranda and her adjutants were well aware of. 　　The problem was, Sarah was now a regimental commander; she was now merely a supervisor, so why did she need to personally train the soldiers? 　　Miranda's fingertips traced the bruises on Sarah's abdominal muscles, eliciting a soft, ambiguous moan from Sarah, and a drop of clear, lustful fluid quietly trickled from the flesh parted by her fingers. 　　"Ah...!" 　　This matter had to be dealt with. 　　In the past, Miranda had often outwardly obeyed but inwardly defied the king's orders, and she didn't want Sarah to be influenced by the royal family in the army . Embarrassing incidents like being beaten during training or losing control of her bladder in front of the soldiers were mostly shielded by her, who was in actual command of the adjutant group. However, Sarah still bore bruises resembling those of a beating after leaving her instructor position, something even the magnanimous Miranda couldn't tolerate. 　　That night, Miranda summoned Martha and Zoe from the adjutant group. Martha was the most robust of them, with red hair and brown skin, possessing an aura similar to the men of the Knights—that is, savagery; she was absolutely loyal the most reliable bodyguard. Zoe, with blonde hair, was petite, with a harmless, round face; her combat abilities were mediocre, but her negotiation skills were unparalleled. The three took turns watching Sarah at night, and at the slightest sign of trouble, the other two would arrive immediately. 　　On the Knights' weekly day off, the personal guards stationed throughout the land returned to the capital. This was the day Sarah could dismiss her guards and sneak off to the military camp. 　　Miranda and the others followed Sarah to the fighting training ground and found several familiar personal guards present; they were all men who had assaulted Sarah during training. These people, including Sarah, were all dressed in training leotards . Sarah's gait towards the group of men was completely different from her capable demeanor during the day; instead, she resembled a timid woman preparing to meet a man she admired. 　　Something was wrong. Miranda deduced they needed reinforcements, so she sent Zoe to mobilize a unit.

Just as Zoe turned around, a fist suddenly flew out from the darkness, knocking her to the ground. *Bang!* Martha immediately
rushed where Zoe had been attacked. She successfully caught the attacker trying to escape, but unexpectedly, there were
several burly men of equal strength to Martha.

"Milan... *crack!*"

This punch was enough to knock out the unsuspecting Zoe; hitting Martha would at most cause her left cheek to swell, her teeth
to break, and a few seconds of dizziness. However, in those few seconds of incapacitation, her
remarkably thick neck was tightly gripped by an even larger arm. Martha struggled until veins bulged on her forehead,
her face turned red, and her thick tongue darted out, saliva spurting from his gaping maw. Soon
after, she lost consciousness in the man's arms, her limbs limp from her violent struggle.

Compared to Martha, who still put up some resistance, Miranda was
quickly collapsed beside Zoe.

When the three adjutants regained consciousness, they were found dressed in unwashed men's bodysuits, their arms bound behind their ears, and suspended in
the center of the men's changing room. Pain shot through their wrists and the areas where they had been attacked, followed by a strong stench of sweat rising from the filthy bodysuits covering their
bodies . The three realized this was the sour
smell they often detected on male soldiers; their sensitive areas were not padded, their chests and groins directly pressed against the cold, foul-smelling fabric,
making them feel nauseous.

Zoe's crooked nose was bleeding thick blood, and Martha, whose left cheek was swollen, was dripping dark
red Only Miranda was unharmed, but her complexion wasn't much better—while she
was unconscious, someone had inserted a rod-like object into her anus; the insertion had abraded the wound, and now
her anus, stretched open by the foreign object, was quietly bleeding.

The locker room door was roughly pushed open, and the three suspended individuals immediately went on high alert, but they
couldn't even touch the floor, let alone fight.

The footsteps were multiple.

Most of the men's heads could be seen from above the lockers.

They were bodyguards.

Leading the bodyguards was Sarah, her face flushed, as if anticipating something.

"Everyone... are you alright?"

Her effeminate movements, fawning tone, and clearly erect nipples and clitoris... dressed in
men's , surrounded by a thick stench of sweat, Sarah had no intention
of pretending in front of the clueless adjutants.

"I'm sorry, I'll get the best doctors to cure you. Until then, please listen to me...
"

Sarah's mind was a mess, yet her heart was unusually joyful, as if she could finally tell
others She spoke tremblingly to her adjutants:

"Have you ever heard of 'abdominal thrusting'—"

What Sarah was talking about was so terrifying that the adjutants couldn't believe it. Even Zoe, who frequently
masturbated , Martha, who was used to masturbating with the other adjutants, and even Miranda, who was assigned the teaching duties,
none of them listened to that absurd nonsense. Uterus? Impact? Pleasure? Orgasm? These terms
are easy to understand individually, but strung together they are too far-fetched! No matter how you look at it, this must be
some strange talk that the confused princess had been fed by the group of men behind her!

"Your Highness, please stop!"

"Huh? Miranda...?"

"I don't know what's going on, but one thing is clear: they're threatening you!"

"No, that's not it, I..."

"Don't worry, we'll get you out of here right away...! We have reinforcements outside...!"

Though she said this, the three of them couldn't break free at all, and the so-called reinforcements were
useless —Zoy, who was ordered to call for help, was bleeding from her nose, so what reinforcements were there?

"Hey! I gave you time, but it's completely unconvincing!"

"This, this..."

When facing her adjutant, Sarah tried her best to act like they were in private. But when her strong
bodyguards patted her on the buttocks and put their arms around her shoulders, Sarah's heart raced, and her tone instantly lost all authority.

"Stop! Take your dirty hands off Her Highness's buttocks!"

Miranda shouted urgently, and Martha and Zoe gritted their teeth, but their anger couldn't change anything
.

"As the saying goes, actions speak louder than words. Let them experience it for themselves, and they'll understand!"

"That's right...! Miranda, you guys should try it too, okay...!"

"Alright, you go up now. Go find a rope yourself."

"Yes...!"

Whether it was spanking, waist pinching, or thigh stroking, Sarah didn't resist at all. On the contrary, she was excited by
these intimate interactions. Miranda and the others were speechless, their wavering and uneasy hearts gradually turning into
despair.

The obedient Sarah quickly found a rope in the messy locker. Her bodyguards suspended her
next to Miranda, while the other three were greeted by men eager to punch them.

The hot, dangling sensation on her wrists intertwined with the anticipation of being punched. Sarah's
eyes, eager to fawn over the men, were practically bursting with hearts. As the man in front of her prepared to throw a punch, her excited little hole
began to contract with a squelching sound, and her wet flesh, clinging to her sweaty bodysuit, flowed with slippery, lustful fluid.

"B-Everyone, it's alright, everyone's a little nervous at first... Ouch!"

A powerful fist, shattering the awkwardness and pretense, sank deep into the dark blue abdominal muscles. A surge of force
rushed towards the uterus deep within her abdomen. Sarah, her words cut short, suddenly snapped her eyes open, her expression contorted, and let out
a groan .

"Princess... Ugh!"

Then, Miranda's anxiety was also shattered by the sudden blow. A large
fist slammed into her soft, slightly fatter belly, causing her to vomit,
simultaneously spitting out hot urine.

"You guys... Ugh!"

Next came Martha, with the largest abdominal muscles. The man standing in front of her was the tallest among the guards. This punch
carried a weight that Sarah's belly could hardly bear, yet Martha managed to take it.

"Let me go! I don't want to... Ugh!"

Finally, even Zoe took a solid punch. Her petite frame had no time to feel the impact of
the punch ; the man's blow sent a series of loud, wet farts escaping her lips. The fabric between her buttocks
bulged rapidly as Zoe, already vomiting and urinating, couldn't stop defecating, spraying out loud, gurgling sounds!

The stench of Zoe's feces quickly filled the air, and the female knights, smelling the stench, widened their eyes. Their
abdomens, pressed deeply by the strong fists, vibrated violently—the uteruses, which had absorbed the impact seconds earlier,
vibrated stronger and stronger, so strong that they couldn't help but clench their teeth, their gazes involuntarily rising. Except for
the already aroused Sarah, the clitoris of the other three was also forced to erect in this extremely shameful state.

"Ugh...!"

"Oh...oh oh...!"

"I won't...!"

"Ugh...!"

Everyone desperately tried to steady their eyes, resisting the temptation to lose focus, but no matter how hard they tried, everything was about to
spiral out of control .

"—No need to hold back anymore, a fleshy sac should behave like a fleshy sac!"

The men withdrew their fists, which had been squeezing the uterus through the belly, and just as these few fleshy sacs, gritting their teeth and enduring the pain, seemed
about to pass out, they swung their veined iron fists again, directly punching those pieces of honeyed
flesh dripping with urine and semen.

Bang bang bang bang!

"Eek...! Heh... heh...!"

Sarah Reinas, twenty-one years old, hymen (lip-shaped) ruptured!

"Oh oh... oh oh oh!"

Miranda Santie, twenty years old, hymen (oval-shaped) ruptured!

"Gurgle...! Gurgle...! Gurgle...!"

Martha Anderson, twenty-one years old, hymen (ring-shaped) ruptured!

"Ugh...!"

Zoe Michelle, nineteen years old, hymen (crescent-shaped) ruptured!

The moment the four mounds of flesh were struck, each scrotum felt it—their hymens, which they had carefully protected until now
, had been so easily taken away by a man's fist—even so, they were still virgins!

The men had no intention of giving them any chance to regret or blame themselves; the fists that had been crushing the flesh continued to press deeper,
while launching a series of slaps at each erect clitoris. This beating caused not only the adjutants, who were experiencing fists for the first time,
but even Sarah, who had had similar experiences, to throw her head back, stick out her tongue, and let out a pleasurable moan.

"Ah...ah...! Ah hey...! So good, hey hey...!"

"Stop...! Stop it now...! Ugh...ugh! Ugh oh oh oh...!"

"Oh oh...! Ugh oh oh...! Oh...oh oh oh!"

"Ugh...! Ee...! Ee ee ee ee ee...!"

Slapping, pressing, twisting, pulling—the scrotums, whose virginity had been lost and whose clitoris had been played with, all
abandoned shame and love and hate at this moment, only caring about showing the most lewd
orgasmic expressions to the man who made them feel so good. Each scrotum sprayed out urine and excreted feces in the extreme pain and pleasure orgasm, and every
face that was so happy that it was in a daze was covered with tears, snot and saliva. The fleshy sacs continued to be vigorously pounded and
sucked by the valiant fists until the most intense climax of their lives subsided, and the fists, slick with semen, urine, and blood,
finally withdrew from the wretched, foul-smelling orifices.

"Hoo...! Hoo-ho...! Eh-ho... Eh-ho-ho...!"

Sarah's silly laughter seemed to foreshadow everyone's fate, but it no longer mattered
to . Because the burly man in front of them was already in position, his beastly gaze fixed on their
chests. Whether it was Sarah and Miranda's soft, large breasts, Martha's rounded pectoral muscles, or Zoe's flat chest,
they all felt a certain emotion about to burst forth, and their nipples, of varying sizes, erected in perfect unison.

"It's coming...! It's coming...! Haaaah...!"

This time, the adjutants couldn't help but silently chant along with the princess's voice, and the four pairs of breasts received the heavy blows
they desired .

The battered sacs climaxed again and again, and the burly guards, strong as bulls, were using
all their strength ; both sides were exhausted. One by one, the suspended sacs were lowered, and the four
, barely alive, lay in a circle on the foul-smelling floor, covered in bodily fluids and excrement. The sweating men straddled
their weak, breathing faces.

"Ugh...! Ugh... Ugh...!"

Splatter! Splatter!

Swollen testicles and erect penises sculpted through the dark blue bodysuits, emitting a thick, pungent stench into
the sacs' nostrils, causing each sac to tremble involuntarily at the stench. Even as the foul-smelling testicles rubbed against
their nostrils, they wouldn't slip into the mouth with its outstretched tongue, seemingly yearning for something. The men treated
them like uncomfortable chairs, but they were quite useful for scratching their itchy testicles and relieving anal itch.

While the women moaned and convulsed intermittently, a guard brought them a special gift.
The front of their clothes was roughly torn open, revealing their breasts, bruised and reddish-purple, and their dripping, wet flesh
. The first to receive this, of course, was the princess, who was currently indulging in the stench of the men's testicles.

*Slap!

* "Ugh…!"

The rough, sweaty flesh, covered in wounds, was slapped by a large hand, causing the pink nipples on her shapely areolas to tremble.
Sarah arched her body slightly, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. The guard took out a magic ring, the cold metal
surface pressed against her erect nipple, and began to adjust its size to fit the shape of the nipple, forming a unique nipple ring for Sarah.
The erect nipple wearing the ring would remain in a state of constant arousal, and only the person who placed the ring on her could
remove it.

Following Sarah, Miranda's light brown areolas also received a slap. Her mind filled with confusion and pleasure,
she couldn't help but let out a lewd moan.

"Nuho...!"

The guard squeezed her large areolas, forcing out her nipples, which had somehow receded
, and placed nipple rings on them.

"Hiss...! Hiss...! Hiss... hiss!"

Then, Martha, sniffing the man's crotch as if in heat, let out a short, mournful cry, and her dark nipples on her tanned chest
were adorned with gleaming silver rings.

"Ee... ee-heh!"

Finally, there was Zoe's tiny, pitifully small breasts, yet with large, round nipples. These cherry-like, plump, swollen
red nipples took a little time to finally be fitted with deformed nipple rings.

"You've obtained precious magical equipment! Congratulations!"

In this brain-melting, ultimate pleasure, all four pairs of nipples responded to the man's mockery with their most powerful erections
. Then, the guards, like peeling a crab shell, pried open the comfortably trembling legs of the women, officially exposing the vulvas containing
their torn hymens.

Sarah's pink labia were slightly parted, the outer edges clean and translucent, with a tuft of neatly trimmed golden pubic hair on her sticky, warm mons pubis
, the flesh a pale pink.

Miranda's coffee-colored labia were concave and wavy, the aroused peach-colored flesh
leaking copious amounts of love juice through the small slits, sparse dark green pubic hair on both sides and above the labia.

Martha's hairless vulva was surrounded by grayish-white hair roots; her bristly skin meant she
had to shave every morning and evening, otherwise, rough, prickly short hairs would sprout. Her glossy, dark labia were wet
, with the right side everted, revealing her masturbation habit.

Zoe had the most pubic hair; her mons pubis was almost entirely covered in dull golden pubic hair, and her large clitoris
stood erect among the hair. Wet hair roots clung to the upper sides of her vagina. She enjoyed clitoral masturbation; her
labia which normally formed a light brown groove, were now
wide open from the blows of the iron fist and the unprecedented orgasm, with a gushing stream of fluid mixed with remnants of her hymen.

After the intense humiliation and pleasure brought by the nipple rings, each person's clitoral base was
tightly locked by a cold, magical ring, keeping the constantly stimulated clitoris in a state of engorgement.

The night ended amidst the laughter and chatter of the guards.

Soon after, the instructors stationed in various locations were recalled to the Knights' headquarters to assist in training the new recruits, and the weekly
beatings became more frequent. The women's offices, which originally displayed "Men Keep Out,"
had their signs removed as a large number of male instructors returned. Male instructors also frequently entered and exited the offices of the commander and adjutant.

"Excuse me, Adjutant Santy, we have some information to ask you… Eek!"

Sometimes, the female soldiers would witness unbelievable scenes the moment they entered the adjutant's office, such as
Miranda sitting at the desk being kissed by a male instructor, one hand gripping her breast and the other choking her neck. Although they
knocked twice beforehand and spoke for about two seconds after entering, Miranda was still
squeezed and deeply kissed for ten seconds before being released, her face flushed, and she staggered to her subordinates.

"You all watch closely! A so-called female knight, no matter when or where, must... Ugh!"

During a combat training session with the younger recruits, Martha was suddenly attacked by a male instructor.
Even the new recruits could tell that the punch was delivered with full force, denting Martha's impressive abs.
The impact was so strong that Martha, bent over, vomited feces under her tight-fitting clothes in front of everyone. Afterwards,
the instructors who attacked her weren't punished; instead, they became even more brazen, beating Martha
until she defecated and urinated almost every time she was present.

"Hey, did you hear? Lieutenant Michelle called a man into her room again last night..."

Zoe's reputation among the younger recruits was the worst; at least three days a week, the instructors
would visit her dormitory in groups. When the neighboring female soldiers' dormitory was disturbed by the inexplicable noises and sent someone to investigate
, they found the petite Zoe sandwiched between two strong men, her vagina
and anus stretched open by thick penises, her eyes rolling back, babbling incoherently, or giggling foolishly. Most
outrageously, the door was never locked, as if welcoming anyone to watch.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss! Hiss hiss! Pfft…!"

"Hey, your subordinates are here? Snap out of it, this slut."

"Yes…yes…!"

Sarah's situation wasn't much different from Zoe's. Ever since she changed her personal guards to bodyguards, every time
her subordinates entered, they were greeted with an embarrassing sight. The most common sight was Sarah, wearing a sweaty
, dark blue bodysuit, lying next to her desk, with her bodyguards straddling her face. Even as her subordinates stared
in disbelief at the scene, clutching their documents, Sarah, engrossed in sniffing the man's groin, continued her enthusiastic sniffing,
her erect nipples, clitoris, and wet, voluptuous flesh clearly visible. It wasn't until her personal guard
kicked her that she snapped back to her duties.

The disciplinary problems caused by the commander and his adjutants were troublesome, but worse still, more and more male soldiers were imitating
these misbehaving instructors and harassing the female soldiers. Rapes were rampant, and prosecutions were often hampered
. The harassment of the female soldiers was increasing daily, and some even followed in Zoe's footsteps. This
ultimately ignited a fierce resistance among the female soldiers.

Vowing to cleanse the Knights, the female soldiers launched their operation in the dead of night. Two hundred armed female soldiers
followed the furtive instructors to the training grounds, each brandishing a longsword and roaring
, charging in with their captain.

Instead, they were met by three adjutants, led by Miranda. The adjutants wore dark blue,
pungent bodysuits with the fabric cut open at the chest and abdomen, exposing breasts and
bellies covered in bruises of various colors. Seeing the female soldiers storm in, Miranda immediately covered her head with her arms outstretched, half-squatting, and shouted in an extremely
lewd manner:

"Meatbag Number Two! Miranda Santi! Get ready to get a good beating from you gentlemen—!"

Martha then struck the same pose. Her rounded pectoral muscles were the most severely injured; almost no inch of
skin was intact. This muscular woman, unlike her cool demeanor during daytime training, blushed and
shouted in a fawning voice,

"Meatbag Number Three! Martha Anderson! Please, gentlemen, smash my belly open—!"

Before Martha finished speaking, the short Zoe followed the first two, striking a vulgar leg-spreading pose, and announced coquettishly to
the stunned female soldiers,

"Meatbag Number Four! Zoe Michelle! Can't wait to have an orgasm—!"

The "gentlemen" the perverted adjutants spoke of stood at the highest point on the second floor of the training ground, aiming sharp arrows at
the female soldiers below. The female soldiers didn't know what to do; if they made a move, they would immediately lose most of their men.
Moreover, the "meat bag numbers" mentioned by the adjutants made everyone uneasy, and some turned to run away. But
at the entrance they had stormed in, Sarah was already waiting with a squad of personal guards.

"All of you, listen up! Lay down your weapons! Do not resist! Those who disobey will be..."

Sarah, cloaked and imposing, was interrupted halfway through her sentence by a guard suddenly tearing off the cloak covering her entire body
, revealing a tight-fitting outfit that exposed her injured breasts. Unlike the perverted adjutants, Sarah's
tight-fitting outfit was torn down to her crotch, revealing a thick dildo inserted into her dripping, wet flesh. Her large clitoris
bounced up and down with the lust ring, and her round, swollen belly was painted with a large, split red heart with
the words "Pre-ordained miscarriage!" written on it.

The guard then inserted two fingers into Sarah's nostrils, raising her snotty nostrils to resemble a pig's snout,
causing Sarah, with her legs spread wide, to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ugh...! I'm still talking... ugh!"

Two fingers, hooking her nostrils, pulled back, causing Sarah's upper body to arch backward until the female soldiers in front could only
see her wounded, enormous breasts. Her two hands, making victory signs, trembled as she raised them from her thighs.

"Meat...Meat Bag Number One...! Sarah Reinas...! Reporting for duty! Ohhhhhh...!"

At this point, all the female soldiers despairingly laid down their weapons.

That night, all the female soldiers who started the uprising were subjected to a baptism of abdominal penetration. Accompanied by Sarah and her "predecessors
," many female soldiers experienced extraordinary pleasure, just like the "Meat Bags" had initially. A small number of
female soldiers who refused to submit were imprisoned and gang-raped day and night by the male soldiers until they became sex-addicted sows.

All the female knights became "Meat Bags" and "sows," either covered in wounds or
exuding a foul stench of semen; most were both. Under
the manipulation of , the various units of the Knights gradually crumbled, leading to all the female soldiers and female civil servants joining the ranks of sex slaves.

"Swear! Sara Renas, with my slutty, sagging breasts and my filthy, everted cunt, I swear!"

This is a paradise for meat-sack sows.

"For the rest of my life, I, as the meat-sack princess, will offer my penis, testicles, and fists to every master!
"

A kingdom of violence and climax.

"Please, masters, don't hold back! Anytime, anywhere! If you want to beat Sara, just blow this whistle...
"

This group of estrus sows, whose nipples and clitoris are perpetually erect, is the pride of the Renas Kingdom—
"

...Pfft!"

—The Abdominal Strike Knights.

The End

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