Master, your slave has acquired a livestock system that allows him to travel through time.

Chapter 1: Beauty in the Arena The sounds of battle

outside 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 less like clothing and more like a piece of linen with a hole cut in the middle. Just draped over my body and tied with a rope
around my waist, and that was it. Did the ancients have to be so simple?! Would it kill them to do a little alteration? Would it kill them?
Even though I was a slave, even though I really would die soon, I

was still a beautiful woman, okay? They 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 coarse linen. Of course, the result was that it was utterly useless.

Now, all I have to do is bend over and stick my ass out, and my wet little paradise is bathed in sunlight,
making it incredibly convenient for doggy style. Looking up, only my breasts are covering it, but if I bend forward slightly
and look from the side, well… ugh. Sigh, enough said, it brings tears to my eyes.

Just then, the door opened, and a burly man, shirtless, carried in a pile of swords and shields, slamming
them , kicking up a cloud of dust.

“Time for the girls,” he said, licking his lips and leering at us.

“Shouldn’t you remove my shackles?” It was Serafina next to me who spoke. 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 seduce her, and she kicked one of them in the balls. If she hadn’t
been going to the dueling arena today, she probably would be decapitated by now. Of course, she was eventually gang-raped by several soldiers,
bound tightly with various chains.

As for me and another woman, Agatha, things weren't so complicated.

Agatha was a handmaid of a princess from a neighboring country. (Middle-century princesses were commonplace, so please don't take it personally).
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 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 probably would 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 Seraphina, 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 a
chicken . His thing was thick and long, penetrating deep into my uterus with each thrust. The force was
insane. His large, fan-like hands slapped my buttocks, each slap burning painfully. My buttocks bounced wildly
. His two tender breasts were almost torn off by his grip, each now bearing five red
handprints my thighs.

He walked over and looked at us like a king. "Baby, it's time to go." He said, reaching
under and pinching my nipple again.

"Want to do it again? After all, it's the last time." I looked at him dazedly. I wasn't faking it.
Although this guy wasn't good-looking, his thing was amazing. Even better than my master's. I silently
compared them, 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 what? 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 fit 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 was sliding in and out of my throat
; the suffocating feeling was amazing. This big thing was making my nose and eyes water. My genitals were already
overflowing . After a while, just as my eyes rolled back and my head was throbbing 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, Seraphia had already prepared her weapons, a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. Agatha had also chosen hers. However, it looked like she was having trouble

even walking 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 huge shield was still too much for me. I practically dragged it away.

Medieval arenas were quite large. In my memory, there seemed to be only one arena in ancient Rome;
I never imagined that such a thing was considered utterly worthless in the Middle Ages.

This arena was oval-shaped, and the people in the stands on both sides were shouting wildly. Opposite us were three burly men,
not wearing armor, or even... not wearing clothes. One carried a spear and shield, one an axe, and one a sword and
shield. Their genitals were dangling unabashedly. One of the men with the spear even provocatively scratched it,
swinging his penis around in front of us a few times.

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 at fighting. I'd be the one getting attacked. In this kind of situation, I
was predictably terrified.

And I had no idea how reliable this damn system was. After all, that giant axe was
real; what if I died and couldn't get back? Anyway…

before I could finish thinking, the man swung his axe down at me. Terrified, I quickly raised my shield. I was sent flying, shield
and all

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 forward. Serafina hadn't expected his reaction to be so fast; she was already
airborne and had no chance to maneuver. The spear pierced her abdomen. Time seemed to freeze;
I clearly saw the spear tip penetrate her skin and then pierce through her back.

The warrior charged forward a few steps, spear in hand, while Serafina fell backward,
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 pulled out his penis and ejaculated in Serafina's face. He then withdrew his spear and thrust it into her swollen, red vulva, which he had just violated
. Seraphia convulsed violently a few times. The spear pierced her body, entering through her vagina and
exiting through her collarbone, penetrating her internal organs. The ancients certainly enjoyed piercing, I thought.

Then the man picked up Seraphia and impaled her on the flagpole beside the arena. Her head was tilted
, suspended in the air, twitching occasionally. 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 Seraphia's death was too gruesome, shocking the
young girl. She had long since lost the ability to fight back.

The warrior, bored, switched to his saber, stepped forward, and with a flick of his wrist, tore a gaping
hole in Agatha's clothes, including her stomach. She didn't even raise her sword once before tossing it aside. The soldier
carried her to the animal pen, reached into Agatha's stomach, and ripped it open with both hands, causing everyone to gasp in horror.
With a scream, the wound on her stomach widened further. The man then reached into Agatha's stomach
and pulled out her intestines for the lions to eat. The lions continued to pull her intestines out.

Agatha's screams were no longer human. The soldier grabbed her arms and penetrated her from behind. Thus,
a gentle and refined lady was being gutted and eaten while being penetrated from behind. The spectators in the stands were already at their
peak of excitement, watching the girl slowly die with ecstasy.

When the final ejaculation ended, Agatha's stomach was empty, even her breasts had been torn off by the lions,
and her cheeks and shoulders were torn and bloody. The girl was already delirious. The soldier threw her whole body into
the animal pen. The girl Agatha was being torn apart, her screams growing fainter and fainter.
They stopped abruptly . A beautiful woman was torn to shreds by several lions.

The man looked at me. "Our turn. Scared?" he said, licking his lips. This was really interesting. My
lower body was already soaking wet. My legs were so weak I could barely stand, and my vaginal fluid kept flowing down my thighs. The man
approached me step by step, raising his axe high. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Come on,
darling ," I whispered. 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 screamed in pain, unable to stand any longer, collapsing to the ground.

"What strength," I thought to myself. "Couldn't he have attacked me first before cutting me?"

The big man didn't say anything, stomping on my stomach and striking again with the axe. My other arm was severed as well
.

Ah, my arm. The pain assaulted my brain. It really hurts, but it's not so bad. I've
finally become a dolphin person. Or... on my way to becoming a dolphin person?

"Such beautiful legs, what a waste," the big man said.

"My value is simply to make everyone happy," I smiled at him.

The man was clearly stunned. Maybe this was the first time he'd ever seen someone like me.

But he didn't hesitate, spreading my legs wide. I'm very flexible, and he could
easily open my legs 180 degrees, stepping on my legs with both feet. At this moment, my genitals were
completely exposed in front of him, the sunlight shining on the semen stains on my inner thighs. My face was red, and I was
showing to thousands of people, of course, they were all there to watch me being tortured and killed. I was almost out of control at this point,
climaxing repeatedly, so I squirted in this shameful position. He ignored me, raised his axe, and with
a swift and precise strike, chopped at the base of my thigh.

"Ah!" With my scream, blood gushed out wildly. My severed leg
was twisted at an odd angle, a fragment of bone clearly protruding from the base of my thigh. Ironware in this era wasn't made of hard
steel. I saw a small notch on the axe, left when it chopped off my arm. So the axe
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 thigh broke off, and blood gushed from the base of my leg like a burst water bag. I easily lifted
my severed leg, a pale bone pointing to the sky amidst the shattered 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 chopped five or six 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 stench of blood filled my brain. This time, I truly became a dolphin. In medieval Europe.

That man picked me up, his enormous penis plunging into my lower body. Each thrust felt like it would pierce me through.
I lay quietly against his chest, letting him hold me; I was completely powerless to push or stop anything.
Now I was more like a giant masturbation sleeve, as light as a leaf, rising and falling with his movements.
Finally, he took out his sword and severed my head.

He held my head and impaled it on Serafina's corpse. My body was thrown into the lion cage,
to be torn apart by the lions. Oh no, I promised that guard I'd save my breasts for him to eat. Now they'd probably
end up in the lions' bellies. But it's alright. Even if the lions ate them, at least they weren't wasted. I
smiled knowingly, my thoughts gradually blurring.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in my own dog cage. The cage door was locked. My own
small body again, how nice. My master was still fast asleep in bed. But he seemed to be
startled awake . "Oh, you're back!"

"Yes, master, I'm back."

"You've already forgotten your manners?"

"Woof woof!" I quickly added two more barks. After all, I'm my master's little rascal.

My master opened the cage door, and I climbed out. "Master, how many days have I been gone?"

My master checked his watch. "8 hours and 21 minutes."

I obediently rubbed my head against my master's feet. I love licking my master's feet, even his shoes and soles;
that cheeky feeling is amazing.

"So short?" I exclaimed in surprise. "How long were you there?"

"Hmm..." I poked my lips with my finger and thought for a moment. "A little over a month."

My master thought for a moment. "The time flow is about 100 times."

I stared at him as if he were a monster. "Master is 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 to my master obsequiously.

"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 go to the basement."

"Ah!" I stuck out my tongue.

There was a rough wooden table in the basement. My master told me to stick my tongue out and put it on the edge of the table. "Tongue-pinning SP,
punishment for not barking when you see me."

Okay, I said with a bitter face and stuck out my tongue.

My 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!" "Ouch!..."

The pain was so intense I cried, snot, and drool poured out like water.

I was bent over, the wooden table was terrible height—too low to squat, too high to stand, so I could only stay
bent , drooling constantly. It was excruciating!

Then the owner brought in a rattan cane.

"100 lashes, don't move."

Oh my god...

*smack!

* "Ah!" My teeth slammed against the table, my mouth full of blood.

The owner ignored me, continuing to beat me mercilessly.

My butt was a bloody mess. 55555

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