Master, this slave has acquired a livestock system that allows me to travel through time.

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Chapter 1. The Beauty in the Arena
Outside, the sounds of battle were deafening, yet I was still agonizing over my attire. It wasn't really my fault; as a
modern woman who always cared about her appearance, wearing this medieval coarse linen garment against my delicate skin
was incredibly uncomfortable.
And it was more like a piece of linen with a hole cut in the middle, draped over my body and
tied with a rope. Did the ancients have to be so simple?! Would it kill them to do a little alteration?
Even though I was a slave,
and even though I was going to die soon, she was still a beautiful woman, wasn't she? She had no sense of chivalry whatsoever. No wonder ancient people had such terrible skin.
I thought to myself. And it didn't cover anything I should have—my lower body was completely exposed! All
the tasks fell heavily on this rough linen. Of course, it was utterly useless.
Now, all I had to do was bend over and stick out my buttocks, and my wet little paradise was bathed in sunlight, making rear entry
extremely convenient. Looking at those two breasts up there, they do cover it up, but if I bend forward slightly
and look from the side, well... ugh. Sigh, it's enough to make me want to cry.
Just then, the door opened, and a burly man, shirtless, carried in a pile of swords and shields, slamming
them onto the ground with a clatter, kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Time for the girls," he said, licking his lips and leering at us.
"Then you should unlock my shackles," said Seraphina, who was next to me. She was beautiful and
strong. She had fiery red hair, a pointed chin, and a pert nose. She was tall, even
somewhat muscular.
Just yesterday, a group of soldiers tried to rape her, and she kicked one of them in the groin. If she hadn't
been going to the dueling arena today, she'd probably be decapitated by now. Of course, she was later gang-raped by several soldiers,
bound tightly with various chains.
As for me and the other woman, Agatha, it wasn't so troublesome at all.
Agatha was a handmaid of a princess from a neighboring country. (Middle-aged princesses were as common as dogs, so please don't mind).
Later, that princess's father was wiped out by the local army, and the princess disappeared (her fate was probably not
good). Agatha changed hands several times before ending up in this gladiatorial arena. Having served the princess for so many years,
she was a typical lady. She had absolutely nothing to do with the arena. If it weren't for me, she would probably have been
gang-raped to death by these soldiers who seemed to have never seen a woman before. So it's normal that she spends her days in tears.
"Then you'd better behave yourself and not have any useless ideas," the guard said.
"Tch, stop talking nonsense and untie me!"
The guard wasn't bad-tempered with Serafina, but he was a different story with me. Or rather, almost every
man had slept with me. I even taught them how to torture me.
Just now, he pinned me to the table and fucked me. His strong body held me down like I was
a chicken . His thing was thick and long, penetrating deep into my uterus with each thrust. The force was both intense and ecstatic
. His large, fan-like hands slapped my buttocks, each strike burning painfully, making my buttocks bounce wildly. His
two delicate breasts were nearly torn off, each bearing five red
handprints a large amount of semen. He wouldn't let me wipe it, leaving semen stains all over my thighs.
He walked over and looked at us like a king. "Baby, it's time to go." He said, reaching
under to pinch my nipple again.
"Want to do it one more time? After all, it's the last time," I said, looking at him dreamily. I wasn't faking it.
Although this man wasn't particularly handsome, his thing was incredibly good. Even better than my master's. I silently
compared , and the difference was obvious. I hope my master doesn't know, hehe.
He unlocked Serafina's shackles. "My little sweetheart, I'm also very reluctant to part with you. But these are the rules,
and there's no time."
"I know, it's okay. When I die, you can cut a piece of flesh from my body and stew it at home.
Okay?"
"This..."
"It's okay, you know, the meat here is the best." I pointed to my breasts and said,
"Of course, the meat down there is good too. Although I can't be fucked by you, being eaten by you is a kind of happiness." As
I spoke, I gently stroked his genitals with my hand, and that thing became restless again.
"You are a real beauty." The guard said.
I pulled down his pants, and that big thing became erect again.
I put it in my mouth. So big! I could only swallow the glans. I swallowed desperately. That smelly
and stinky big penis went straight into my esophagus. Speaking of which, they don't really like to take baths. The smell is not ordinary
. But as someone with extremely strong masochistic tendencies, it tastes pretty good.
The man grabbed my neck and started thrusting back and forth. Oh my god, I was being used as a masturbation aid. His huge penis
slid down my throat, the suffocating feeling was amazing. This big thing made my nose and eyes water. My genitals were already overflowing
. After a while, just as my eyes rolled back and my head throbbed with desire, perhaps afraid I'd die, he
suddenly pulled out. He pushed me to the ground and lifted my legs. My vagina was already itching for more. He thrust in again,
all the way in. So deep! I cried out unrestrainedly. He bit my nipple, tearing at it back and forth, his penis thrusting frantically.
"Ah, my nipple! Eat it, ah, I'm yours, I'm yours, eat me, eat me!"
I screamed incoherently. He screamed back, my nipples bleeding from his bites, burning with pain.
He grabbed my breasts desperately. My body was being lifted to the heavens by his thrusts. Finally, with a beastly roar, he
ejaculated inside me. This time it was quite a lot. I pressed my labia to prevent the semen from spilling out, then climbed up and took his
large glans into my mouth, cleaning it thoroughly with my tongue. This time the taste was much milder.
"Shall I clean this part for you?" he said, licking even the old grime from the crevices
.
He lovingly stroked my head, letting me clean his penis with my tongue. After all,
a slave as obedient and beautiful as me is hard to find.
After we finished, Serafina had already prepared her weapons, a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.
Agatha had also chosen hers. However, it seemed she could barely walk with such a heavy greatsword
.
I wasn't much better off. Although the system had adjusted my body to resemble a medieval European woman and
improved my physical abilities considerably, that large shield was still too much for me. I practically dragged it away.
The medieval gladiatorial arenas were quite large. In my memory, only ancient Rome had one;
I never imagined they were such a repulsive thing in the Middle Ages.
This arena was oval-shaped, and the spectators on both sides were shouting wildly. Opposite us were three burly men,
not wearing armor, or even…clothes. One carried a spear and shield, one an axe, and one a sword and
shield. Their genitals dangled unabashedly. One of the men with the spear even provocatively scratched it,
swinging his member a few times in front of us.
No wonder, this match was practically a foregone conclusion; everyone was just there to watch the slaughter of beautiful women for thrills.
Serafina stepped forward. "One for each of you, this one's mine," she said, raising her sword and slashing at the man
.
My head was spinning. The surroundings were chaotic too.
After all, I had absolutely no skill in killing. I'd be the one getting killed. In this grand scene, I
honestly got stage fright.
And I had no idea how reliable this damn system was. After all, the
opponent was wielding a real axe; what if I died and couldn't get back? Anyway…
before I could finish thinking, the man swung the axe down at me. Terrified, I quickly raised my shield. I was smashed through
the air, shield and all, feeling like my arm was about to fall off.
Meanwhile, Serafina was engaged in a fierce battle with the spear-wielding warrior, a
truly spectacular sight. After several rounds, the man thrust his spear, and Serafina leaped into the air, landing on his head, and swung
her sword.
A roar of cheers erupted from the crowd; her movements were light, agile, and incredibly beautiful. The man
parried Serafina's sword with his shield, then thrust his spear again. Serafina hadn't expected such a quick reaction; she was already
airborne and had no chance to maneuver. The spear pierced her stomach. Time seemed to freeze.
I clearly saw the spear tip pierce her abdomen, then pass through her back.
The warrior charged forward a few steps, spear in hand, while Serafina fell backward, impaled and
unable to . The difference in strength was simply too great. The cheers around them grew even louder. Serafina gripped
the iron spear shaft that had pierced her abdomen, breathing heavily. Her eyes seemed to spit fire. The man lifted her legs,
his enormous penis thrusting into her, pumping repeatedly.
With each thrust, blood gushed from the wound on her abdomen. Serafina closed her eyes in agony. Finally, the
warrior withdrew his penis and ejaculated in Serafina's face. He pulled out the spear and thrust it into her swollen, red vulva, which she had just been violated
. Serafina convulsed wildly a few times. The spear pierced her body, entering through her vagina,
exiting through her collarbone, and penetrating her internal organs. The ancients also enjoyed piercing, I thought.
Then the man picked up Serafina and impaled her on the flagpole beside the arena. Her head was tilted
, dangling in the air, occasionally twitching. Was he still alive?
Agatha's fighting was even more absurd. The warrior simply waved his sword
wildly in front of Agatha's eyes, while she was terrified. Perhaps Serafina's gruesome death had traumatized the
girl. She had long since lost the ability to fight back.
The warrior, bored, switched to his saber, stepped forward, and with a swift movement, tore open a
large gash in Agatha's clothes, including her stomach. She didn't even raise her sword once before tossing it aside. The warrior
carried her to the animal pen, reached into Agatha's stomach, and ripped it open violently, causing everyone to gasp in horror.
With a scream, the wound on her stomach widened further. The man reached into Agatha's stomach
and pulled out her intestines to feed the lions. The lions relentlessly ripped her intestines out.
Agatha's screams were inhuman. The warrior grabbed her arms and penetrated her from behind. Thus,
a gentle lady was being disemboweled and penetrated from behind. The spectators in the stands were at their
peak of excitement, watching the girl slowly die.
When the lions finally ejaculated, Agatha's belly was empty, even her breasts had been torn off, and her
cheeks and shoulders were ripped apart, a bloody mess. The girl was already delirious. The warrior threw her into
the pen. Agatha was being torn apart, her screams growing fainter and fainter.
They stopped abruptly . A living beauty had been torn to shreds by several lions.
The man looked at me, "Our turn, are you scared?" and licked his lips. This was really interesting. My
lower body was already soaking wet. My legs were so weak I could barely stand, and vaginal fluid kept flowing down my thighs. The man
approached me step by step, raising his axe high. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and whispered, "Come on,
darling ." A tearing sound rang out, and a gust of wind whistled past my ears. I wasn't
beheaded; the axe struck my collarbone, severing my arm and half my shoulder.
"Ah!" I cried out in pain, collapsing to the ground.
"What strength," I thought to myself, "Couldn't he have attacked me first?"
The burly man didn't say a word, stomping on my stomach and striking again, severing my other arm as well
.
Ah, my arm. Pain assaulted my brain. It really hurt, but it wasn't so bad. I
had finally become a dolphin. Or... on the road to becoming a dolphin.
"Such beautiful legs, what a waste," the burly man said.
"My value lies in making everyone happy," I smiled at him.
The man was clearly stunned. Perhaps this was the first time he had ever seen someone like me.
However, he didn't hesitate. He spread my legs wide, and because of my excellent flexibility, he
easily opened them 180 degrees, placing his feet on top of my thighs. My genitals were now
completely exposed before him, the sunlight illuminating the semen stains on my inner thighs. My face was flushed. I was
being displayed to thousands of people, all there to watch me being tortured and killed. I was almost completely out of control,
experiencing repeated orgasms, and thus, in this humiliating position, I ejaculated. He, however, ignored me, raising his axe and
striking my thigh with pinpoint accuracy.
"Ah!" With my scream, blood gushed out, and my severed leg
twisted at an odd angle, a fragment of bone clearly protruding from the base. Iron tools of this era weren't made of such hard
steel. I saw a small notch on the axe, left from when my arm was chopped off. So the axe...
It had become dull. My leg wasn't severed, but the bone was broken. The man struck twice more, his movements
more like chopping wood than cutting a beautiful woman's thigh.
With a snap, my groin felt like a burst water bag, blood gushing out. I easily lifted
my severed leg, a pale bone pointing skyward amidst the shredded flesh. The man stepped on my slippery genitals, the axe once again
blocking out the sun. The other leg was even harder.
The axe had become completely blunt. He struck five or six more times, the pain overwhelming my brain. Only
after I had ridden a rollercoaster of death several times did my thigh finally break completely. My throat was already hoarse; the pain was unbearable. I was
utterly exhausted. The smell of blood filled my brain. This time, I truly became a dolphin. In medieval Europe.
The man picked me up, his enormous penis thrusting into my genitals. Each thrust felt like it would pierce me.
I leaned quietly against his chest, letting him hold me; I was completely powerless to move or stop anything.
Now I'm more like a giant masturbation sleeve. Light as a leaf. Rising and falling with his movements.
Finally, he took out his sword and cut off my head.
He held my head and impaled it on Serafina's corpse. My body was thrown into the cage,
to be torn apart by the lions. Oh no, I promised the guard I'd save my breasts for him to eat. Now they're probably
in the lions' bellies. But it's alright. Even if the lions eat them, at least they weren't wasted. I
smiled knowingly, my thoughts gradually becoming hazy.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in my dog cage. The cage door was locked. My own
small body again, how nice. My master was still sleeping soundly in bed. But he seemed to be
awakened , "Oh, you're back!"
"Yes, master, I'm back." "
You've already forgotten your manners as soon as you got back .
" "Woof woof!" I quickly added two barks. After all, I'm my master's little slutty dog.
The master opened the cage door, and I climbed out. "Master, how many days have I been gone?"
The master checked his watch. "Eight hours and twenty-one minutes."
I obediently rubbed my head against the master's feet. I love licking the master's feet, even the shoes and soles;
that cheeky feeling is amazing.
"So short?" I exclaimed in surprise. "How long were you over there?"
"Hmm..." I poked my lips with my finger and thought for a moment. "A little over a month."
The master thought for a moment. "The time flow is about 100 times."
I stared at him as if he were a monster. "Master is so amazing! How did you calculate that?"
"Tch, you idiot. Is that so hard? By the way, what did you gain this time?"
"My lustful power has increased again. Now I've learned to use it to seduce others, but I'm not
very good . I need to practice more." I said flatteringly to the master.
"Has your self-healing ability improved?"
"A little bit," I said guiltily. "It should be stronger than before." "
You'll know once you try. Now let's go to the basement."
"Ah!" I stuck out my tongue.
There was a rough wooden table in the basement. The master made me stick my tongue out and rest it on the edge of the table. "Tongue-nail spa,
punishment for not barking when you see me."
Okay, I grimaced and stuck out my tongue.
The master took a steel nail and pressed it against my tongue. With his other hand, he raised a hammer. "Don't move, or your tongue will
tear."
"Clang!" "Ugh!..."
The pain made my tears, snot, and drool flow like crazy.
I stuck my butt out, but the wooden table was terrible; it was too low to squat, too high to stand up, so I could only stay there with my butt
sticking out , drool constantly dripping from my mouth. That feeling was excruciating!
Then the master brought in a rattan cane.
"100 rattan canes, don't move."
Oh my god...
he said, *smack!
* "Ah!" I slammed my teeth against the table, my mouth full of blood.
The master ignored me and continued to beat me mercilessly.
My butt was now a bloody mess. 55555

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