The Darkness of the Kingdom

Chapter 1 Slave Trader Pat

Late at night, in a secluded alley, three men sat around a table.

"Boss, we've been following that girl for days. Today she accepted a quest at the guild, and tomorrow she's going to
hunt monsters in the neighboring town. She won't be back for a whole day."

The speaker was Daqiang, a burly man, his expression serious.

"That's right, boss. Tomorrow only her sister will be home alone. Heh heh, she can scream
her lungs out and no one will come to save her."

The speaker was Dazhu, another burly man, his lecherous face already drooling.

"You two did a great job. This time the target is a big fish, nothing like those cheap fish we used to have
. Hmph, that blonde hair, and those big breasts, selling them to those perverted nobles will definitely make us a fortune, seven hundred thousand, no,
maybe even over a million."

The man they called "boss" was a slave trader named Pat, around thirty years old, obese and
short. Everyone who saw Pat would involuntarily think of the same word to describe him: "Fat Pig Pat."

For the past few years, this trio had been involved in human trafficking, sometimes selling people to work as laborers in mines
for life, and sometimes abducting young girls and selling them to wealthy, depraved nobles. Of course, the latter
earned them far more money; selling one slave to a noble was equivalent to selling ten slaves to the mines. Those
nobles didn't care about money; they could constantly exploit the peasants, so pleasure was paramount.

This time, they arrived in this remote town, ready to pull off another heist, as usual.

"Tomorrow, as soon as that girl leaves, we'll make our move."

"Yes, boss."

The next morning, in front of a small house, two blonde beauties embraced. One of them was
Isana, the target of Pat's gang.

Her straight golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight, her striking features and pale green eyes radiating
a divine aura. Adding to the allure were her F-cup breasts; even through the loose dress,
the two full hemispheres were visible, coupled with her slender waist, enough to attract the gaze of any man.

"Sister, be careful. Don't force yourself if you can't handle it."

Her gentle words, weak voice, and slightly furrowed brows easily evoked a man's protective instincts.

"Don't worry, Isana. You know I'm very capable."

This woman, who resembled Isana, was her older sister, Elena.

Elena raised her right hand, showing Isana the muscles on her right arm.

Unlike the always-worried Isana, Elena was full of confidence. In fact, Elena was
one of the strongest adventurers in the area, skilled with a spear, nicknamed "The Spear Master."

Similar features, the same light green eyes, the same large breasts—the only difference was their long, wavy
blonde hair ; anyone could tell at a glance they were sisters.

Her well-proportioned muscles and healthy complexion were the result of an adventurer's daily training, and coupled with her exquisite
leather armor , they further emphasized that Elena was a powerful adventurer.

"Really, my sister is always like this. Here, this is a bento box. It's full of my favorite foods. I
made it this morning."

"Oh, Isana understands me best. If all goes well, I'll be back tomorrow."

"Yes, I'll wait for you, sister."

"Then I'm off."

A few hours later.

Knock, knock, knock. Isana heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

"Who is it?"

Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock

. "Coming, stop knocking."

The moment Isana opened the door, a large hand reached out from the crack and covered Isana's mouth,
silencing . She was pushed into the house and pressed face down on the floor.

Although Isana struggled fiercely, a weak woman could not possibly defeat a strong man.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!!!"

Then, two more men entered the hut, a burly man and a fat, pig-like man. The last burly man
to enter checked the surroundings to make sure no one was watching before closing the door.

"Nobody saw anything." "

Then let's begin, Big Pillar."

"Yes, boss."

"Ughhh!!!"

Big Pillar turned Isana's head to the side. Pat took out a handkerchief, dripped some drug onto it, and brought it
close to Isana's nose. Isana, who had been struggling, instantly calmed down and lost consciousness.

"Let go, Big Pillar. I used a strong sedative. No matter what we do, she won't wake up anytime soon
."

"Yes, boss. This chick is a real gem up close, that face, those breasts."

Saying this, Big Pillar placed his hands on Isana's full breasts and squeezed them hard.

"Oh, this feel... completely different from prostitutes in brothels. This chick definitely hasn't been with anyone before.
"

"Hahaha, let me try."

Pat also touched Isana's breasts.

"Oh, this feeling... I can't stop."

Pat kept touching them.

"Boss, you've had enough, it's my turn."

"Ahem!"

Daqiang, who was keeping watch at the door, coughed twice, looking at the two of them resentfully.

Pat withdrew his hand.

Although Daqiang was a man of few words, it didn't mean he wasn't interested. He was always the most rational of the three, knowing
when to do what.

"Uh... let's get down to business first. I'll go prepare the ink. Dazhu, strip her naked and move her to the bed
."

"Yes, boss."

A naked body lay on the snow-white sheets, face up. It was the unconscious Isana, her
clothes off, the girl's body exposed to the three of them.

Dazhu's pants were already bulging.

"Boss, I'm so hard, let me have her."

"As usual, wait until I check if she's a virgin. If she's not, I'll go first
. If she is, go take care of it yourself in the corner."

Pat took out some "professional tools" and placed them next to the girl.

"Dazhu, open her legs."

He took out a speculum, applied lubricant, and then ruthlessly inserted it into the girl's vagina, slowly
spreading it open .

"Mmm~"

"How is it, boss?"

"Mmm~"

"Don't keep me in suspense, boss, can we have her or not?"

"I've hit the jackpot!"

"Then, what do you mean?"

"Go take care of it yourself in the corner."

Hearing this, Dazhu almost cried.

"What a miserable life! There's a beauty lying in bed, and I can't have her. There's nothing more painful than this
!"

"Think positively. Such a good woman, those nobles who like virgins will definitely spend a lot of money to buy her, and then
you can live a life of debauchery. So, I'm going to start carving slave markings."

Slave markings are a kind of magic. By mixing special materials with blood to create ink,
specific patterns are carved on a person's body, and that person will unconditionally obey the blood owner's commands. Almost all slave traders
use slave markings to control slaves. This method is both reliable and convenient.

Depending on the strength of each person's will, slaves can resist orders to some extent, which is
when whipping and punishment are necessary.

Once a slave mark is made, it cannot be removed. Some slaves have tried to forcibly
cut off , resulting in the loss of their self and becoming useless.

Furthermore, if the owner of the slave mark dies, the slave will also die; there is no need to worry about the slave
killing the owner. Therefore, the slave mark is absolute; once it is made, one becomes a slave forever.

Pat spread the girl's legs to facilitate his work and took out a tattoo pen with a needle at the tip from the side.

"Boss, you changed your tools?"

"Yeah, I bought this from a special channel at a high price. Go play around with it, don't bother me while I'm doing my business."

"Um, boss, since it's not working down there, can I put it in her mouth?"

"Apart from down there, you can do whatever you want. Although she won't wake up for a while, if she
bites off your penis in her sleep, don't say I didn't warn you."

"It's okay, I thought of this situation and brought this with me."

Dazhu took out a red mouth opener, shaped like a red lip. He pried open the
unconscious girl's mouth, inserted the mouth opener, fixed it to her teeth, and
tied a strap behind her head so that Isana couldn't close her mouth. From the outside, it looked like Isana's own
lips, and looking inside, you could see the constantly wriggling depths of her oral cavity.

Meanwhile, Pat began his "work," using a tattoo pen to carve slave
markings on Isana's lower abdomen. Each time the needle pierced the skin, black ink would flow into the subcutaneous tissue and remain there.

The needle was extremely fine, but it wasn't entirely painless; the medicine Isana had smelled earlier had an anesthetic
effect, otherwise she would have woken up from the pain after the first needle.

"Ugh, ugh," the unconscious girl seemed to feel a slight sting and murmured.

Dazhu pulled down his pants, revealing his already engorged and thick penis, and knelt on Isana's
chest.

"Ugh, this feels so good, my ass is covered in soft, big breasts."

As he spoke, Dazhu deliberately wiggled his hips to feel more of the softness.

Pat felt disgusted by the naked man wiggling his hips.

"Stop disgusting me, okay? If you're going to do it, do it already, don't interfere with what I'm doing."

Dazhu bent down, aimed his penis at Isana's mouth, and thrust it deep inside.

"Ugh~ Ugh~"

The sudden foreign object made the unconscious Isana feel nauseous and want to vomit, but she couldn't spit out the penis.
She could only dry heave, which caused her mouth to contract and make "pop pop pop" sounds from deep inside, which benefited Dazhu 's
penis.

"Oh, this hole feels so good, so tender and slippery, and it can even contract. I didn't know fucking a hole could feel this good."

The foreign object in her mouth made Isana's saliva secretion accelerate, and Dazhu couldn't help but start thrusting his penis in and out, wanting to feel
more of the warm and slippery wonderful sensation.

Isana under him was not so comfortable. With a foreign object inserted into her mouth and constant thrusting, her breathing was
restricted, and she could only catch her breath intermittently.

"Ugh... inhale... inhale..."

To get more air, humans instinctively start breathing through their mouths. However, with Dazhu's
large penis inside her mouth, the unconscious Isana's attempts to inhale through her mouth only created a suction force, drawing the penis
deep into her mouth. This benefited Dazhu, who was enjoying unprecedented oral sex pleasure.

On the other side, Pat was meticulously tattooing patterns on the girl's lower abdomen, each needle going in and out without drawing
blood. This required extensive practice to achieve, indicating that Pat had already
tattooed —at least several hundred slaves.

"This chick will definitely fetch a good price. This mouth hole is the most pleasurable I've ever used. Ugh,
if the mouth hole is this pleasurable, then the lower body must be even more pleasurable, right, boss?"

Pat ignored Dazhu, focusing intently on tattooing on the girl's genitals, entering
a state of , like a great artist painting. Da Zhu understood that once his boss entered this state, he wouldn't respond to anyone calling him; he would only react

after Da Zhu finished . So, Da Zhu closed his eyes, focusing on enjoying the girl's oral sex, using his penis to feel every part of her mouth. 　　During this time, the taciturn Da Qiang kept watch at the door. 　　After more than ten minutes, Da Zhu, who had been thrusting continuously, was finally about to ejaculate. 　　"I'm about to cum, your mouth feels so good. As a reward, before I sell you, I 'll cum in your mouth three times a day. Heh heh." 　　Da Zhu increased the speed of his hip movements, about to reach his climax. Isana beneath him wasn't feeling so good; she was still unconscious, her face turning slightly blue due to difficulty breathing. 　　On the other side, Pat's slave tattoo was nearing completion. 　　Pat's slave tattoo was roughly heart-shaped, with some small decorations around the heart, on the left and right...

Two small tentacles flank the heart, each tip connected to a drooping fruit. The heart isn't completely
sealed , leaving a small opening.

This pattern is Pat's signature slave mark, like a slave trader's signature, impossible
to forge .

This unique heart pattern is also imbued with Pat's perverse sense of humor. Those in the know will immediately understand:
the heart represents the uterus, the fruit the ovary, and the small opening below is, of course, the cervix. This

grotesque pattern depicts the girl's most intimate parts on her skin, and beneath the skin, the pattern
corresponds precisely to the girl's uterus, ovaries, and vagina. Through the slave mark, it's as if one can directly observe the girl
's internal organs. Only a seasoned slave trader could achieve such mastery.

"Heh heh heh, finished, my masterpiece."

With the final stitch, the lewd slave mark is forever etched on the beautiful girl's abdomen. Pat examines
his work, checking for any imperfections.

"I'm coming, you bitch, catch it all!"

Dazhu pressed down on Isana's head with both hands, forcing his penis deep into her throat, and then slowly ejaculated thick
, white semen.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

Isana could only let out indistinct moans with her mouth sealed by his penis.

After his penis convulsed violently a dozen times, Dazhu finally pulled it out of the girl's throat.

"Phew~ This hole feels so good!"

"Cough! Cough!"

Isana, whose breathing suddenly became smooth, gasped for the hard-won air, coughing up
a lot of . Her face and neck were covered in semen.

Forced to perform oral sex without her knowledge, a large amount of thick semen entered her esophagus and stomach, and
the remaining small amount was coughed up. The thick semen in her mouth and esophagus made Isana feel very uncomfortable,
which brought her back to consciousness.

"Waaaaah!"

"Boss, the girl's awake!"

"It's alright, it's finished."

Having just woken from her unconsciousness, Isana, still groggy, was completely disoriented.
The sticky feeling in her throat and the pungent smell of semen bothered her.

Once she could see clearly, Isana was horrified to see a naked man's genitals straddling her face.
This virgin had never experienced such stimulation before, and a strong urge to vomit surged up.

"Cough, vomit, vomit!"

Isana began vomiting large amounts of cloudy semen.

"You threw it all up, what a waste,"

Isana immediately understood the situation and began to struggle desperately, waving her hands, but she still couldn't push away the burly man
sitting .

"It's no use, you can't escape."

"Aaaaah, scream, scream!"

With a mouth gag in her mouth, Isana couldn't speak clearly and began trying to call for help.

"Don't scream!" Pat was the first to react.

Hearing Pat's words, Isana's mind suddenly went blank, as if her brain had been struck. Her vision
distorted, and she tried to scream for help, but couldn't, as if some force was stopping her.

"You piece of trash, you almost made her scream. She shouldn't wake up this quickly normally. It was your semen that choked her
awake."

"Yes, I'm sorry, boss, next time I'll... Ouch..."

Dazhu was busy apologizing to Pat when Isana, who was struggling, elbowed him in the groin. The elbow struck
his testicles, and Dazhu's face turned blue, then purple. He immediately clutched his balls, squeezed his legs together, and collapsed.

"Hahaha, a critical hit." Pat mocked from the side.

With no one on top of her, Isana quickly got up, spat out the gag, and, not caring that she was
naked, covered her chest with one hand and her vulva with the other, rushed towards the door. Daqiang ,

who was at the door, changed his position, preparing to stop her.

"Stop! Don't move!"

Hearing Pat's voice, Isana's vision distorted again, and she actually stopped,
standing .

"Where do you think you're going, little sister?" Pat leered as he slowly approached Isana.

Isana didn't understand what the dizziness she'd been feeling since earlier was, nor why her
body was obeying this disgusting fat pig.

Pat stood behind Isana, his thick, fat fingers touching her labia.
The moment they touched, Isana shivered.

"Stop, stop!"

"Hmph, you can't resist me now! Spread your legs, hands behind your head."

Hearing Pat's words, Isana felt a force controlling her, and she actually did as the strange man
behind her said. Standing with her legs wide apart, exposing her most private parts,
her hands behind her head, she looked like a pervert.

"What's going on!? Why?!" Isana couldn't understand what was happening, why she was so
obedient to this man.

"Hmph, you're my slave now."

"Slave?"

"Look at your lower body!"

Following his gaze, Isana looked at her genitals and immediately noticed the tattoo.

"What is this?"

"You're just a country bumpkin, you have no sense of propriety."

Pat grabbed Isana's breasts from behind with one hand, while slowly rubbing her vulva with the other.

"Ah~ ah, stop... my sister is... very powerful, when she... comes back, you'll all be dead!"

Isana gasped and moaned from Pat's stimulation, her words incoherent.

"Hmph, stop bluffing. We've already investigated. You two sisters depend on each other for survival. Your adventurer
sister left for the neighboring town today and won't be back until tomorrow. By the time she returns, we'll have already taken you
far away , hahaha."

"!" Isana was surprised that this fat pig knew so much about her and her sister.

Pat pinched and rubbed the girl's nipple with his left hand, while his right hand found the right spot and teased her sensitive
clitoris.

"These breasts are amazing, the elasticity and size are top-notch."

Stimulated like this, Isana's waist went limp, her body leaning forward, letting out soft moans.

"Ah~ mmm~ no~ you pervert!"

"Starting to feel it, huh? Getting back to the point, this on your lower body is called a slave mark. Once it's on, it
can never be removed. You'll be my slave forever."

"This... ridiculous thing... how is that possible!?"

Isana, constantly being stimulated in her sensitive areas, kept moaning, unable to even speak normally.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you. Anyway, you can't resist me anymore. But my goal is money.
I'll sell you to those perverted nobles after the order is placed. Then you'll know what real perverted play is like,
hahaha ."

"You! This! Despicable... ahhh!"

Isana tried to resist, but to no avail. Her body was completely immobile, unable to
escape from Pat's relentless ravaging of her fingers.

Rough fingers skillfully pinched and pulled at her clitoris and nipples, sometimes stretching the nipples, sometimes squeezing the clitoris.
The simultaneous stimulation from above and below was irresistible to the inexperienced Isana. Her whole body trembled slightly, and her vagina slowly
began flow with lewd fluids, making the area around her vagina wet and sticky.

"You're already oozing honey after just a few touches. I didn't know you were so lewd."

"This is...no..."

Isana's mouth and stomach still contained a lot of semen from the large column, and she could still smell the stench of semen with every breath.
This uniquely male scent made Isana's body involuntarily begin to arouse.

Coupled with Pat's skillful teasing, Isana quickly entered the "state," and a lewd expression
appeared .

"Heh heh, the best is yet to come."

Pat drooled, admiring the girl's wanton appearance. His thick fingers slipped through her labia and into her
vagina. Lubricated by her juices, his fingers easily touched her soft interior.

Pat savored the sensations emanating from his fingers. A seasoned veteran, he knew this was a top-quality
vagina . The inside was soft and tight, with many folds in the inner walls that were constantly undulating, and the amount of juices was plentiful.

Pat began to probe and tease the girl's vagina. Each stroke of his thick fingers brought out sticky juices,
which slowly dripped from between her thighs to the ground, creating more and more wet patches.

"Stop... um... down... don't..."

Isana let out increasingly wanton moans, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed, her whole body tingling, and uncontrollable
pleasure surging up. Every inch of her body convulsed, and waves of vaginal fluid gushed out.

"Though you're a virgin, you have a wanton body. That's about enough, it's time for you to go!"

With that, Pat quickened the pace of his fingers. His left hand, no longer playing with her nipples, pinched her sensitive
, engorged clitoris, pulling it repeatedly, while his right hand greatly increased the speed of his digging.

Isana's legs trembled violently, her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out, as if she was about to climax.

"Ahhh...it's coming...whoosh whoosh...ahhhhhh..."

Suddenly, Isana reached her climax, a large amount of fluid gushing from her vagina, covering Pat's hands with
her juices and spreading the wet patch on the floor. He couldn't believe how much fluid a young girl's body could produce.

After her climax, Isana was completely exhausted and collapsed backward onto Pat.

Pat caught her with his left hand, licking the fluid from her right hand.

"Hehehe, wasn't it great and comfortable?"

"Haa...haa..."

Isana became dazed and unresponsive. Isana's mind was blank, still immersed
in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"Tsk, can't hear anymore."

Pat picked up Isana and put her back on the bed.

Looking at Isana's beautiful naked body and the slave tattoos he had etched on her genitals, Pat revealed a lewd
smile.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! This bitch actually hit my weakest spot."

Dazhu, finally recovering from the pain in his balls, slowly stood up.

"You filthy bitch, I'll teach you a lesson."

Dazhu slowly approached, wanting to do something to Isana.

"Stop! She's a commodity. Can you afford to pay for the damage?!"

"But, boss, my balls!"

"I know. As a fellow man, I understand your pain. I have a way to punish her without leaving
a mark."

"What way?"

"This..."

"Waaah...please...let me go!"

A tearful voice interrupted their conversation. Having just experienced a powerful climax, she was exhausted
and didn't have the strength to run away. Besides, a weak woman like her couldn't possibly fight against three grown men.

"That's impossible. You're mine now! Once you're branded with the slave mark, you'll be
a slave forever! Ahahaha!"

"No...no...ahhh..."

Isana clutched her head, her face contorted, completely unable to accept this cruel reality.

"And you've experienced it too, haven't you? I can still command you to do anything through the slave mark. If I tell you
to die, you'll commit suicide without hesitation! Your life will be under my control from now on! Ahahaha!"

"Aaaaaaah!!"

Pat laughed triumphantly, while the girl in front of him was almost collapsing, isolated and helpless,
unable to resist or escape.

"Don't be so pessimistic. With a face and body as good as yours, you might even be
chosen by as a concubine, and you'll be set for life, hahaha."

Of course, this was a lie.

Pat knew that wealthy nobles loved perverse practices. The sex slaves sold to them were all ruined within
half a month . When they were sent out of the noble mansions, some had become mentally unstable, and some were
missing limbs. In the end, they would all be sent to brothels to become the lowest-class prostitutes, with no hope for their lives.

Unlike the cheap goods he had captured before, Isana was
the best . He knew that as long as she was trained, she could definitely fetch a good price, and the three of them could become rich overnight.

"Speaking of which, you did something really outrageous to my subordinate just now. As a sex slave, you actually
touched and groped your beloved penis. You need to be severely punished, hehe~"

"No... I beg you... I'll give you anything you want... Let me go..."

Tears welled up in Isana's eyes as she cried and begged for mercy. Pat showed no mercy to his slaves. He grabbed the girl's
leg with his left hand and placed his right hand on the slave tattoo on her lower body, chanting a spell.

"..."

Dazhu, who was standing to the side, and Daqiang, who was keeping watch at the door, did not understand what Pat was doing.

"Ahhh..."

Isana held her head and began to react violently, her whole body twisting and trembling.

"It hurts... Ahhh... Ahhh... It hurts..."

Pat removed his hands from the girl, and at the same time, the girl began to cry out in pain. Pat smiled with satisfaction.

"Boss, what's going on?"

Even Dazhu and Daqiang did not understand what Pat had done.

"Heh heh, this is a tattoo pen I got through special channels. It comes with some special functions, making
it much easier to train slaves."

"Ahhh...no...stop...ahhhhhh..."

Ignoring the frantic Isana beside him, Pat said smugly.

"What special functions?"

"It's that by reciting a specific incantation, it can bring intense pain to the slave, like being
gnawed on from the inside of the skull by hundreds of insects. No one can endure it. Moreover, this pain is mental, and it won't cause
any physical harm."

"Boss, this thing is amazing! Let her experience my pain properly."

"Of course. However, this mental pain punishment is too intense and cannot last too long.
Once it exceeds 20 minutes, anyone will become a cripple."

"Ahhhhh...ahhhhhhh..."

Isana was clutching her head in agony, her body curled up, drenched in sweat.

"If the slave doesn't obey, cast a spell on her, and she'll be completely submissive. It
's about a minute's been up, so I'll let you off this time."

Pat snapped his fingers, and the pain inside Isana's head vanished instantly, as if it had never existed
.

"Haa...haa...haa..."

Isana lay sprawled on the bed, panting heavily, her sweat soaking a large patch of the sheets.

"No, don't...again..."

Pat approached, grabbing Isana's hair.

"Let's see if you dare resist us again. This time we only let you enjoy yourself for a minute. If you dare resist again, we'll
let you enjoy yourself for another five minutes!"

"No, I...it hurts...I won't...resist...again...don't...that...feeling...again
..."

Still dazed, Isana couldn't speak clearly, but her submissive attitude was completely
conveyed to Pat.

"Very good."

Pat released her, and Isana silently sobbed on the bed,
accepting .

That night, Isana, dressed again, stood at the door with three men.

During this time, Pat forced Isana to write a letter saying she had eloped with a man.
Isana, still reeling from intense pain, obediently complied.

This way, when her sister returned and saw the letter, she wouldn't report it to the police. Even if she did,
the police wouldn't accept the case after reading Isana's handwritten letter—a common tactic of Pat's gang.
Who would suspect that the eloping girl had actually been captured and sold by slave traders?

They also made Isana pack her belongings and took some gold coins to make the "elopement"
seem more believable.

"Alright, Daqiang, go first and scout ahead."

"Yes, boss."

A burly man left the hut.

Pat turned to look at Isana, her red, tear-filled eyes looking pitiful.

A lewd grin spread across Pat's fat face.

"Listen carefully, once you're out, don't call for help or try to run away, or else... hehe..."

Pat extended his finger, lewdly touching Isana's lower abdomen. Isana understood; Pat was pointing to her
slave mark.

Isana shuddered. She never wanted to experience that pain again, no matter what she was forced to do.

"Yes, I... I understand."

"Good, put this on."

Pat draped a cloak over Isana's head, so no one could recognize her.

"Boss, that's Daqiang's signal. Nobody's around, we can go."

"Speaking of which, I still don't know your name."

Actually, Pat already knew.

"I... am Isana."

"Forgot that name? From today onwards, you're a slave. Isana will be your new name
." "

Yes..."

Isana, no, Isana lowered her head, tears streaming down her face.

Then, the three disappeared into the night.

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