Knight Princess and Orc

"Where...am I?"

Richelieu looked around. Tall trees, fresh soil, and the sounds of birds and insects surrounded her. At her feet
lay a decorative rapier from the ball.

The knight before her seemed to have just come from the ball. She was 1.7 meters tall, her full, fair body
encased in a red, low-cut, backless evening gown. Her long, flowing golden hair, reaching her hips, fluttered in the wind, revealing her
perfectly smooth back. The deep cleavage of her ample bosom caused the gown to bulge, and the high
slit of her skirt revealed half of her soft buttocks. More importantly, her slender arms and long, shapely legs were clad in
black lace gloves and over-the-knee stockings. A pair of red 10cm stilettos revealed glimpses of her toes.
Combined with her aloof expression, a single glance ignited a desire to conquer.

"I think I was at the ball. I needed to use the restroom, so I went. After pushing open the door..."
"...So this is where we are?"

Richelieu tilted her head, a look of doubt in her azure eyes. "Hmm... Anyway, let's
see if we can get out of this forest."

Her red high heels were hardly conducive to walking through the fallen leaves, but the slower pace allowed the knight to focus
on her surroundings. Suddenly, she heard a "gurgling" sound. She stopped, carefully identifying the source of
the sound , and quietly leaned against a tree, peering over

. There were two robust humanoid creatures, each at least 2.5 meters tall. Their eerie green skin and rapidly bulging,
explosive muscles left no doubt about their destructive power. They were bald, and beneath their ferocious faces protruded two long, sharp
fangs from their jaws. Their vital areas were clad in steel armor. Holding a giant axe in each hand, the blade gleaming with blood
—undoubtedly, these were two orcs, who had drunk demon blood, becoming bloodthirsty and ferocious.

[Damn it, I'm not equipped with my ship gear right now. Aside from the tenacious life force from my shipgirl body, my strength is no different from
an ordinary person . If these executioners see me…] Richelieu thought to herself, intending to quietly leave and
continue in the opposite direction, but she accidentally snapped a dry branch. (Could there be an older tactic
?) With a crisp "crack," the two orcs, who had been conversing, suddenly raised their heads. Seeing
the knight princess

Richelieu's exposed clothing as she tried to escape, their eyes pierced by two lustful gazes. The two orcs roared to the sky!
Grabbing her axe, she gave chase. The knight princess sped away, but her high heels were a huge burden, and she was
quickly overtaken by the orc

. [There's no other way... I have to go for it.] Richelieu was forced under a large, ancient tree, her back against the trunk,
with a bloodthirsty orc in front of her

. "Hahahaha, little beauty, surrender and become our 'rubq'!" The orc
grinned , his already ferocious face becoming even more grotesque.

"Absolutely not!" The knight princess refused decisively, then drew her rapier and stepped forward. [Although
there's a big difference in strength, I should have the advantage in skill and experience!] The knight princess suddenly lunged forward, and three
blades shot towards one of the orcs, only to be blocked by the broad axe blade, but this was already expected. She suddenly
ducked down and slid to the lower left. A sharp blade flashed like a venomous snake towards the orc's ribs. The
attack succeeded; the penetrating wound in his waist made the orc jump in pain, roaring as he swung his axe horizontally. But
the knight princess had already jumped back and escaped.

[It works! As long as I stay agile and escape in one strike,] Richelieu thought happily. But she didn't
notice ...

that there were two orcs chasing her at first, but now there was only one in front of her. Had she shaken off the other one
?

A massive shadow loomed over her.

"Oh no..." Richelieu jolted awake, but it was too late. A pair of
enormous, gauntlet-clad hands gripped her slender neck, lifting her entire body. "Breathing... I can't breathe..." Her rapier
fell to the ground. Richelieu's long, gloved hands, clad in black silk, futilely grasped the orc's strong arms. Her two shapely
legs, clad in black silk, kicked in the air. At that moment, the wounded orc gathered its strength, its right arm muscles bulging,
its bloodshot eyes fixed on the flesh before it. "You dare stab me! Taste this, you bitch!" It
reached struggling knight princess and punched her in the soft, round abdomen beneath her red evening gown! "This is
the ultimate technique called Abdominal Strike! No female can stand up after taking one!"

A heavy fist slammed into Richelieu's soft abdomen. Richelieu's body arched instantly, her eyes
rolled back , and she let out a groan, "Ah...ah." She felt a force surge through her skin
, raging inside her uterus, then leaping to her ovaries. In that instant, the pain in Richelieu's abdomen transformed into
intense pleasure, shooting up her spine like lightning to her brain. Her entire body became numb and powerless. Unable to resist,
Richelieu bent over and knelt on the ground, her lower body gushing out a stream of white and yellowish fluid with a scream. Then,
she stuck out her tongue and trembled as she moaned softly

, "Hahaha, this bitch actually had an orgasm and lost control of her bladder with one punch. What a pervert!" The two orcs laughed loudly.
One of them stepped on the knight's disheveled golden head, and the other on her raised buttocks, declaring victory.

"Help...help me...Admiral..." Richelieu lost consciousness

.

"Ugh... Oh..." The sounds of a female moaning and
the thud of flesh colliding echoed from the underground cell of the orc base. Richelieu's hands were suspended from metal bars, her feet off the ground. Her evening gown was long gone,
and her black stockings were tattered. Lustful fluids flowed down her thighs and through the black stockings. Her delicate
toes, encased in black stockings, twitched with each relentless abdominal thrust from the orc. The lustful fluids pooling at her toes dripped with each twitch.

"Hahahaha, this bitch's abdomen is so soft and warm, completely
different from those skeletons. This plump figure with a bit of extra flesh is a perfect punching bag!" With a thud, another
punch landed, and Richelieu's body arched again, a gush of lustful fluid spurting from her lower body. Her tongue lolled out,
moaning incessantly

. "Stop playing around. The priest has already examined her. This woman's body is incredibly resilient. The bruises
from will heal within hours. Such a high-quality mother isn't someone you can use as a punching bag!"

"Alright, alright, let's get down to business. Actually, I couldn't hold back any longer." The orc smacked his lips,
gazing at the beautiful flesh before him, and grabbed the pair of large, white breasts. The full, firm breasts were in the orc's huge hand.

The orc's fingers sank into Richelieu's body under the pressure of his palm, only to return to their original position as soon as the pressure eased. "I could touch it so many times and never get tired of it," the orc murmured, as he circled behind Richelieu, bringing his head close to inhale the fragrance of her long, flowing hair

. "Stay away from me... you beast..." Richelieu trembled, managing to utter weak words. "Ha, my
captive, struggle all you want," the orc grinned, his body erect, revealing his enormous penis covered in unidentified
bumps

"Oh... ugh..." The orc's massive penis rubbed against Richelieu's buttocks, drawing out a gush of precum.
Richelieu looked down and saw the enormous penis, large enough to lift her up. "No... no... it's so big
... I'll die!" Richelieu's eyes widened in terror, but her tormented body was too weak to struggle. She could only watch
helplessly as the orc's penis pressed against her vaginal opening

. The orc's two hands encircled Richelieu's thighs, lifting her up and feeling... The elasticity and smoothness of the object in her hand
caused it to thrust forward suddenly, the ugly penis plunging into her already wet honey hole, easily reaching the
very core.

"Oh oh oh oh oh..." Richelieu screamed, her vagina suddenly tightening, but this
was meaningless except to please the orc. The thick, green penis and scrotum continued to thrust in and out beneath her white, full body, creating a stark
contrast . Each impact of the huge penis's granular tip against her cervix made Richelieu tremble all over.
The constant waves of pleasure made her moan uncontrollably.

"Ah, this little hole is amazing! I haven't encountered such a strong suction hole in a long time." The orc laughed heartily. The
orc's penis thrust left and right in her little hole, feeling the folds of flesh constantly enveloping her. Each heavy kiss
on her cervix made Richelieu's lower body tremble violently. The orc used his hand to turn Richelieu's head, looking at her
flushed cheeks. "Hehe, feeling it now?"

"So rough, all you feel is pain! There's no way you can feel anything!"

"Is that so~ Well then, I'm going to cum, the first time!"

"Cum inside? No! No way! Ah... wait... cum inside... no way!"

The huge penis pressed against the cervix, spraying out thick streams of semen, but the cervix was unexpectedly tightly closed, and
all the semen flowed back and dripped onto the ground.

Richelieu trembled and gasped for breath. [It's okay... as long as I don't want to, no one can touch my uterus!
I am... a ship girl... I will definitely return to the Admiral's side... wait for me! Admiral!] She raised her head and
looked at the orc in front of her with a mocking gaze.

"Oh... what an annoying look... I wonder if you'll still have the strength to resist in the future."

The orc untied the chains binding Richelieu's hands, then pressed her to the ground, the green penis
rubbing wantonly between Richelieu's buttocks. "Hey, this is quite a plump ass." He slapped her buttocks,
"Smack!" A wave of flesh rose with the sound

. "Why aren't you saying anything, little girl~" The orc chuckled, looking at the knight girl lying on the ground with her hands covering her mouth.
Uncharacteristically, he slowly inserted his penis, rotating it up, down, left, and right, searching for Richelieu's
G-spot. The orc's hands gripped her full buttocks, the soft flesh sinking into them as he patiently observed
Richelieu's reaction, watching her shoulders tremble… “Ah, here!” The penis thrust in suddenly
, Richelieu's eyes widening, but her hands, covering her mouth, faithfully performed their duty. The knight girl only
let out a soft moan through her fingers. “She held it in, isn't she? That's remarkable for a human woman. And…
here?” The huge penis, covered in raised bumps, advanced towards the cervix, then slammed in hard. “Ah…”
…Oh! ……” This time, her hands couldn't stop her, and the knight princess let out a satisfied sound. But it
wasn't over yet. The penis didn't leave her cervix; instead, it rubbed against it forcefully. Richelieu stuck out her tongue,
making a "ho…ho…" sound in her throat, her waist constantly struggling and twisting, trying to get rid of the
penis that was tightly gripping her fatal weakness. The orc raised his hands, which were pinching her buttocks, and slowly stroked along the perfect curves of her hips and waist, like
a roller coaster , all the way to her smooth back, and then to her deformed and bulging
breasts pressed against the ground. The orc's huge shadow completely covered Richelieu's body. [No…I can't take it anymore…]
…It's reached its limit…” A fleeting, almost imperceptible pleasure flashed deep within Richelieu's azure eyes, but then
the orc released her, his penis retreating to the entrance of her vagina. “Huh?” Richelieu gasped,
turning to look at the orc behind her. “Why…?” But then she suppressed a thought deep within her mind,
biting her lip and reverting to her resolute, resisting knightly form. Seeing this, the orc grinned, its
arms suddenly tightening around Richelieu's neck. The sudden impact caused Richelieu to reflexively raise her arms…
Her hands tried to break free of the restraints, but the orc's steel-like muscles remained unmoved. Richelieu's face contorted in
pain . Then, the orc's penis moved, thrusting in a hundred times faster than before, slamming heavily
against her cervix. "Oh... ahh..." Richelieu trembled violently. [Hold on... hold on...
ah... my thoughts are... flying away...] A huge jet of water gushed out. Richelieu, her neck gripped,
couldn't utter a sound. Her eyes rolled back, saliva dripped from her mouth, and her shapely, long legs convulsed uncontrollably.
The orc

casually tossed her to the ground, squatted down in front of Richelieu, and held her chin, turning her contorted face, contorted with
orgasm toward him. "Was it good?" the orc asked. "I...I haven't lost yet..."
Stubborn as always, though her powerless, sprawled-on body, legs spread, and her genitals still oozing fluids, was hardly convincing.

"Is that so..." The orc called to his companions, and two orcs pounced on her. One thrust into her
vagina, pumping and pounding. Richelieu let out a moan. Then the other orc used his hands to pry open her anus,
roughly ... As the penis was shoved inside, Richelieu cried out,

"Ohhhhhh!! It's splitting! It's going to split open from the back! Ohhhhhh!" Her eyes rolled back as she struggled
violently , but with her hands tied and legs straddled, she was completely under his control. Feeling
the constant impact of the two penises in front and behind, her thoughts were racing

. The penis inserted in her anus thrust in and out repeatedly, each time it was withdrawn, it brought out a trace of intestinal fluid.
As it pushed in, it squeezed from inside her intestines towards her uterus, combined with the penis constantly pounding against her cervix in her vagina.
A continuous stream of pleasure surged into Richelieu's brain

. [Hold on...hold on! I have to hold on! Ohhhhhhh...as long as I don't give in! My uterus is still the Admiral's!
Ohhhhhhh...]

After

the two orcs ejaculated several times into Richelieu's vagina and anus, they laid her down on the ground and thrust one hand into her vagina. " Ohh
... Richelieu slapped her plump, round buttocks, sending a wave of flesh rippling through them . "Ah...heh...I...I won't lose to you...you can forget about...shooting inside!" Still reeling from her orgasm, Richelieu managed a weak smile . The two orcs exchanged glances. "Call the priest! Put a lewd mark on this bitch!" one orc said through gritted teeth . Soon the priest arrived, holding a branding iron with a lewd mark. The two orcs held Richelieu down, exposing her lower abdomen. Looking at the red-hot iron, Richelieu gritted her teeth. "Pfft~ " "The branding iron cast puffs of white smoke on Richelieu's soft, white abdomen. Richelieu's face contorted , but he didn't utter a sound. Then, the priest used a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid from the ground to draw a magic circle. After Richelieu lay in the center of the circle, he chanted a few incantations. The erotic marks cast by the branding iron seemed to come alive, emitting bursts of red light. Richelieu looked down at the erotic marks, biting his lip in humiliation . ———————————— Now it's playtime. Richelieu lay on the bed with his eyes blindfolded and mouth gagged by his own stockings. His hands were fixed to the headboard, his thighs were raised and stretched to his chest, and then secured to the bed board with restraints. The restraints on his ankles were connected to the restraints on his thighs, making Richelieu's legs form an M shape, his plump thighs and calves squeezed together." Pressed together, her soft, white feet faced the orc priest at the far end of the bed. The hunched-over orc priest was tidying up empty potion bottles beside her; undoubtedly, the knight had just been injected with a massive dose of potion. The orc priest walked to the door, turned back with a sinister smile, pointed her staff, and the erotic rune activated, faintly emitting a red glow. "Then, you can stay here for a few days." She then closed the door and left. Richelieu struggled a few times after hearing the door close, but quickly gave up. With her current physical condition, she couldn't escape these restraints designed [Stay calm, this erotic rune just glows, it's nothing serious. Those potions… I am, after all, a ship girl. As long as I endure…] An hour later, the effects of the potion officially began to take hold. Richelieu gritted her teeth; she felt… Her entire body felt like it was on fire; the muscles on the inside of her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and her curled, white toes cramped, but she felt nothing. Instead, she felt an unbearable itch in her uterus, a churning stomach, and increasingly swollen breasts. [Ugh... I didn't expect the drug to be so strong... I have to hold on... Ugh...] At that moment, the light of the erotic mark suddenly brightened. In that instant, Richelieu felt her uterus was about to jump out . She arched her body backward, but was pressed tightly to the bed by the restraints and chains . Deep marks were left on her wrists and thighs. Her eyes, covered by stockings, suddenly widened, and she kept moaning "Ugh ugh." Soon after, the red light of the erotic mark dimmed, and Richelieu collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. The sudden relaxation after the approaching climax made her... Her entire body was soaked in sweat, and a yellow liquid uncontrollably flowed from her lower body; she had lost control of her bladder. [Ugh…this is…the Lust Mark…I almost climaxed…I can’t let those beasts take advantage of me, I have to hold back…] Richelieu breathed heavily, her full breasts heaving as she tried to regain her strength . Soon, the Lust Mark flared up again. “Ughhhhh!!!” Her body arched again, then suddenly dropped, the chains creaking [Hold on…I have to hold on, ohhhhhh!] Her golden hair was soaked, the stockings in her mouth were being pushed out by her tongue, saliva dripped down her chin and onto her chest, and her blindfold had been pushed aside “Ah…ahhh…” Richelieu let out a trembling moan . Soon, it was the third time… ——————Six Hours Later—————— "Ohhhhhh!!! Milk! Milk is gushing out!!!" Richelieu cried out, her enormous breasts, now twice their previous size, finally burst forth with milk like a fountain. At this moment, the erotic markings emitted an even stronger red glow than before. After six hours of torment, Richelieu could no longer hold back. Her whole body trembled, her lower body muscles completely out of control, her thirsty flesh preparing to receive an unprecedentedly intense orgasm. [I... I'm sorry...Admiral...I...] A tear rolled down Richelieu's cheek. Then, the pleasure abruptly stopped. "Huh?" Richelieu's eyes widened. She looked up at her body. The erotic markings had dimmed, her uterus was no longer itchy, her thighs were no longer twitching—it all felt like a dream . "Orgasm...where's the orgasm?! Where's the orgasm???" Richelieu muttered incredulously to herself. " An accident ...this must be an accident...because I was holding back...so the erotic markings' time just came up..." "Yes...that must be it," Richelieu comforted himself. Then, after the next attack of the lustful mark, Richelieu began to sink into the abyss. "Ugh!!! Again, again no orgasm...why???" "Continue! Why won't you continue! I'm all ready!" "Please continue...I...if this continues...I..." "Orgasm...give me an orgasm..." Painful screams echoed continuously from the dark room. ——————24 hours later—————— The orc priest pushed open the door and entered. Seeing Richelieu struggling on the bed, he walked to the bedside. Richelieu looked at the orc with heart-shaped pupils. "Orgasm! Give me an orgasm!" "Orgasm...give me an orgasm..." Richelieu struggled violently, the restraints and chains creaking as if they were about to break . "This lustful mark! This lustful mark ahhhhhh!!!!!" Richelieu's expression and voice were hysterical. The orc priest stroked the convulsing, trembling, full toes and scratched the sole of his foot. "I can give you an orgasm , but you must agree to become our slave, forever." "Slave...no!" Richelieu groaned...a look of resistance flashed in his crazed eyes. "Is that so?"

"...Then you can stay like this a little longer."

With a flick of his staff, the lustful rune activated again. Amidst Richelieu's screams, the shaman closed the door.

——————48 hours later——————

The orc priest approached the motionless Richelieu.

Richelieu's lifeless eyes stared at the orc before her, her mouth slightly open, drool dripping from her lips. "Spare me...give
me an orgasm...ahhh..." "

Then, become the orc's slave."

"Ugh...slave...I..." The

lustful rune activated again, the red light emanating from her lower body utterly destroying the knight's last shred of reason . " Slave! I become the orc's slave! So... give me an orgasm! Hurry! Ughh ... Richelieu knelt on the ground, bowing her head to the orc priest. Her full breasts pressed against her knees spurting out streams of milk. Her high, white buttocks dripped with lustful fluid, staining her soft soles. The orc priest rubbed his foot hard against Richelieu's dull, golden hair. "Call me master! You sow!" "Yes! Yes, master… please… please grant me an orgasm!" Two streaks of fluid ran down her lowered face, hidden by the golden hair. "Very well, my slave, since you've asked so earnestly…" The orc priest moved behind Richelieu, revealing his enormous green penis, which he rubbed between Richelieu's buttocks Then, aiming at her already gaping, wanton vagina, he thrust it in hard. "Plop…" A huge gush of fluid spurted from her honeyed orifice, mixing with Richelieu's screams and spreading across the ground. "Hahaha, just penetration and you're already orgasming! What a perverted sow!" The orc priest thrust rapidly from top to bottom, at an almost fatal angle. His penis slanted into the vagina, rubbing forcefully against the walls until it reached the tip. Each impact of his hips against her buttocks sent waves of flesh surging through her. Copious amounts of vaginal fluid dripped onto the ground, forming small puddles. The golden-haired knight's eyes were unfocused, her tongue , her body trembling as she moaned, experiencing a long-awaited, intense orgasm. "Smack!" A bright red handprint appeared on Richelieu's plump buttocks. Richelieu cried out, a smile spreading across her face. [Ugh ...Admiral...I will definitely escape from here! Soon...ugh...] The knight lost consciousness . ———————————— "Hurry up, you sow!" A lash of the whip struck Richelieu's back. "Ugh... where...where are we going?" Richelieu, naked, her hands bound by chains, but still wearing her tattered red high heels, staggered forward across the uneven ground. "It's a place every slave has to go to." The orc behind her chuckled, glancing at Richelieu's plump thighs and slender, fair arms, then smacked his lips in disappointment. "What..." Richelieu had a bad feeling. The two orcs led Richelieu to a stone building, but a The door was pushed open ... In an instant, Richelieu's pupils dilated sharply—it was a small mountain of severed limbs, some robust alien bodies, others the entrails and bones of wild beasts. At the foot of the mountain, several orcs were picking through the debris, then took out a torch and a bucket of oil, preparing to burn down this stinking, swarming breeding ground. "You... ugh..." Richelieu covered his mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit. The two orcs pulled the chains forward, leading Richelieu across the stench-filled clearing to a house. Inside was an iron table resembling an operating table, its wide surface covered in dried blood. Chains lay scattered at the four corners of the table, and on top of them were... blades? Like a guillotine, Richelieu instantly understood what had happened. Her eyes widened, and she turned to run away, but the orc behind her didn't give her the chance. A punch landed on Richelieu's stomach, arching her body. Then, two orcs one in front and one behind, pinned the helpless Richelieu to the guillotine. With two "cracks," Richelieu 's limbs were chained shut. Despair filled the knight's beautiful blue eyes. "Ugh... wait... something must have gone wrong... I just agreed to become a slave, why are they doing this???" "Ah, it's our tradition. All slaves come here to have their hands and feet cut off. This effectively prevents slaves from escaping and rebelling." "Wait... but if my hands and feet are cut off... won't that hinder my movement... I can do many things , so..." "Shut up! You sow! Just be a good mother!" The orc interrupted the conversation "Ah... wait, please... stop..." Richelieu watched in despair as the blade above her head moved to her right arm. She struggled constantly, but was tightly bound by the chains. The gleaming blade stopped in the middle of Richelieu's slender, fair right upper arm , and then... slowly cut down. " Ohh ... Richelieu's right arm, starting from the middle of his upper arm, was severed from his body . " Ohh ...

The fat and tendons filling Richelieu's full, rounded thighs were slowly sliced open amidst her desperate screams.
Finally , the blade reached its weakest point—the thigh bone.

Using the same tactic, the orc beside her placed his hand on the broad back of the blade and exerted force . With a crisp "crack," the bone was split open by the blade .
The orc prepared to exert force again. "No! Please...stop
..." Richelieu was already in tears, her trembling voice filled with anguish. But then, her proud, well-built thighs were severed . "
Aaaaaaahh ... "Ah...spare me...please...spare me...uh..." When all four limbs were severed, Richelieu was barely breathing. Only her torso remained, and she gasped for breath , her eyes unfocused, her pale lips trembling as she uttered a hoarse voice, "...Admiral...yes...if there's fast repair...we can...oh...I...I haven't lost yet...oh..." Richelieu's vision went dark. ——————One month later—————— " Ohh ... "Ha! After more than a month of training, this sow has finally gained a roll of fat. It feels so good to fuck and rub her at the same time!" The orc laughed heartily, slapping Richelieu's plump, soft buttocks as he thrust in and out, creating "That's right, look at this roll of fat on her belly. It would feel amazing to punch her like that." A fist the size of a bowl slammed into Richelieu's soft belly, and Richelieu screamed as she arched her back, her vagina tightening sharply to grip the penis inside. "Oh, oh, oh, that feels so good! This sow's pussy clenches when she's being hit. Hit her a few more times!" "Oh!...Oh!...Ah!..." Richelieu's lewd face contorted with each heavy blow, her full breasts spurting milk, her lower body trembling as copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed out. The orc's penis pounded against her tender cervix with each thrust. After more than a month of training, Richelieu's most vulnerable and sensitive parts had taken on the orc 's shape; mere touch would bring her to orgasm. "What a treasure! I'm going to cum! Let's see if her cervix opens this time." With a splashing sound, the orc's enormous penis ejaculated a massive amount of semen. This torrent of semen pounded against Richelieu's cervix. Although Richelieu cried out and reached orgasm, the semen was futile against her tightly closed cervix, flowing to the ground under the force of gravity. "No good, no way, this sow is really hard." "Go away, you take care of the back, I'll handle the front." The orc in front leaned in and thrust into Richelieu's vagina, while the orc behind her pushed his penis into her anus. " Ohh ... "Let's go then." The orc removed the iron chain hanging on the rack, then lifted Richelieu from behind by the chain around her neck, carrying this limbless piece of flesh in his hand. He strode forward, and Richelieu, suffocating, reached another climax, her eyes rolling back and her tongue lolling out, saliva and other bodily fluids flowing onto the ground. Soon, the orc arrived at their destination. Two orcs stood to the side and pushed open a stone gate for him. Inside was a circular plaza, surrounded by iron-fenced compartments. In the center were four iron racks, which the orcs, convulsing, continuously ejaculated. Her flesh, glistening with lustful fluids, was positioned with her breasts facing down. Her limbs were chained to four different racks, dangling horizontally between them. Then, a bucket of water was lifted and poured over the face of the delirious Richelieu. The bucket of cold water roused Richelieu slowly, and she looked around blankly. She saw the two orcs who had been toying with her standing on the platforms surrounding the plaza. Before she could think further, she heard the metallic scraping sound of iron bars rising behind her , followed by heavy footsteps. She looked left and right in terror, but the source of the disturbance was in a blind spot directly behind her . Selene heard the beast's breathing drawing ever closer. She tensed, but then relaxed. [If I could die here at the hands of this beast… that wouldn't be such a bad ending…] she thought, until a massive shadow loomed over her back. She looked up and saw a slender, spiraling white object, its tip dripping a clear, viscous liquid onto Richelieu's long, golden hair. Richelieu instantly understood. She struggled violently, but with her limbs already severed, she could only writh and stretch like an earthworm, causing the chains to creak. With a thud, Feng Ni's buttocks trembled and shook violently, her enormous breasts swaying and spraying out a string of breast milk. But suddenly, all of this stopped abruptly. The spiral-shaped penis of the giant mutated wild boar was already pressed against her labia. Richelieu's mouth was open, and she silently shed a tear. The wild boar's spiral penis thrust in, accompanied by the wild boar's heavy breathing, and heavily kissed her cervix. Richelieu threw her head back and howled. She could only use all her strength to clench her vagina. The wild boar's huge hips pressed against Richelieu's buttocks, flattening them violently, and then suddenly pulled out, back and forth. Richelieu was in the wild boar's frenzy

Struggling against the onslaught of the storm, the spiraling tip, unable to penetrate, began to forcefully scrape against
the fleshy walls around the cervix. "Ohhhh!! Not there!!!! I'm coming!!!! I'm coming!!!!" Richelieu
reached climax, and the penis, taking advantage of the moment, slammed into the cervix again. Richelieu
could only gasp for breath after this blow, but then the penis began attacking the surrounding fleshy walls again, sending Richelieu
to another climax... "

Ohhh...it's going to tear ... no , ohh ... All memories were erased, and finally, the monstrous, mutated boar unleashed all its desires. Milky white semen filled Richelieu's most precious possession, leaving only the painful screams of a former knight —three months later— the sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the dark, damp dungeon. The once noble and dignified knight princess, now with her limbs severed and hanging from a frame, had become an orc's sex slave. Her breasts, even more swollen than before, constantly oozed milk , which gushed out as the orcs squeezed and grasped them . Most striking was her heavily pregnant belly. "Three months! Finally, it's almost time to give birth, hahaha!" The orc behind Richelieu laughed , thrusting his into her anus. "At this point, I wonder how the knight princess's mental state is?" An orc watching and masturbating mocked . "Ah~" "Little baby... the little baby is moving... Admiral~ do you see? This is the fruit of our love ~" Richelieu in front of him was already delirious, his empty eyes staring ahead as he muttered to himself, his lower body convulsing and spurting out streams of liquid . The orc grinned, took two steps forward, and inserted his penis into the knight princess's already unable-to-close vagina. "Ah~ darling... please be gentle, if you hit the little baby, you'll have to sleep in the study tonight." The blonde knight princess said softly. "It's over, this woman... really, if there's no reaction, isn't it no fun?" The orc thrust hard in the vagina, but the knight princess seemed unfazed and said softly, "You're going to be a father, you can't be so impatient. By the way, what should we name the child? If it's a boy ... ah, what am I saying, a ship girl's child can only be a ship girl, hmm... how about Arthas ? My successor, the sword of France's end?" "Tsk... This is infuriating!" the orc cursed, his penis slamming heavily against the cervix. A stream of colorless, transparent liquid gushed from the vagina. "Oh dear, my water broke! I told you to be gentle, darling! Now it's going to be premature, this is going to be difficult ." Richelieu looked down at the ground, her calm tone unchanged . Richelieu's uterus contracted repeatedly, squeezing the fetus. The deformed orc cub stretched open the vagina, slowly writhing . This process undoubtedly represented immense pain, but... "It's about to be born, darling. Just watch, it'll definitely be a healthy baby." Richelieu's expression remained completely First the head, then the body, then the legs... that's how it should have been, but what actually broke through the vaginal opening and fell to the ground was just a pile of green, long-dead flesh. The orc's body was strong enough, but the ship girl herself was a product of steel and will . "Oh my, it seems the delivery was successful, darling. Bring the baby over so I can see it... after all, I don't have any hands." Richelieu raised her head, her unfocused pupils staring at the orc before her . "Evil god! I smell the scent of an evil god! Aa ... "!!!" Suddenly, the orc priest's eyes bulged and bloodshot, then with a "smack," his head exploded like a watermelon . "Monster... monster... this guy..." The orcs showed expressions of terror, trying to turn and run, but it was too late; death had arrived. "Crack crack crack," several shattered watermelons appeared in the basement . Richelieu raised her head, staring at the ceiling, humming an unknown song. Surprisingly, the knight princess possessed a beautiful singing voice . ———————————— A great will descended upon this planet like a cold sun ———————————— "Bipolar torpedoes ready! Awaiting your command, Captain!" "Then! I declare! For the Emperor! We will destroy this alien-infested planet!" "Bipolar torpedoes launched!" The ancient Emperor-class battleship, obeying the will of its human sovereign, launched a point of light towards the green planet below . [Burning Traitors] This dazzling point of light streaked across the sky like a meteor, crashing into the ground and penetrating thousands of meters underground. [Exterminating the Ugly] The ultimate weapon detonated within the planet's core. [Purifying the Sins] The earth cracked, the sky burned, and the planet shattered . [Slay It!] "Feel the wrath of the Emperor!"

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