The scorching sun shone on the windless desert and the vision became curved and blurred.In the middle of the huge sand dunes, a team of camel caravans slowly squirmed like little black bugs.
The caravan was composed of more than a hundred camels, with more than twenty people riding the camels. The remaining camels were dragging various goods. However, at the end of the caravan, a group of people walked in the desert with their hands tied with a long rope. They were wearing simple cloaks, and under the cloak were naked bodies walking in pain.
I, once the eldest princess of the Flan Empire, was a member of this series of slaves.
What does it feel like to walk naked in the hot sand?It was like walking barefoot on the ground full of spikes.I had to walk quickly to relieve the feeling of burning my feet.
But my tired legs became less and less obedient, but the pain caused by the rope tied to my hands and the whip on my naked back kept reminding me how painful it was to not keep up with the camel leading the way.
Sometimes a gust of hot wind blew away the long ragged cloak that I barely wrapped around, revealing the traces of the smooth thighs on my barefoot and the filth left by my private parts last night.
In order to punish me for not cooperating last night, these slave traders stripped off my bad leather boots and showed punishment.
The occasional sound of the bells that I heard from me was the sound of the bells hanging on the nipple rings of my nipples as I struggled to walk.
I, the heir to the Flan Empire, have been decorated, traded, and humiliated by my masters like the most humble slave...
When the sun sets on the horizon, the caravan finally sets camping in another oasis.
As the long rope tied to my hands loosened, I knelt on the sand, gasping wildly, and my lungs made a sound like a bellows breaking.
A fat man with a white turban on his head fed each slave with a leather bag filled with water. When he pulled away my hood attached to the cloak, my long black curly hair fell down like a waterfall and revealed my fair and beautiful face, with sweat and sand stuck to his hair.
The fat man in the white turban seemed to be very interested in me. He roughly pulled open the only hooded cloak on my body. As the cloak fell to the ground, a woman with slender waist, round breasts and smooth skin appeared in front of the fat man. The golden breast ring and silver bell on her plump breasts were quite conspicuous. The obvious whip wounds on her back were the special care they gave me today.
The fat man in the white turban was stunned for a moment, then raised the leather bag containing water high, and the water flowed down from my head.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth greedily and drank the water like a sweet spring.
The water suddenly broke. I had just taken a few sips of water and opened my eyes and looked at him in confusion.
The fat man in the white turban looked at me mockingly, and the leather bag containing water in his hand shook provocatively.
I knew what he wanted to do, and a trace of shame surged in my heart.
I adjusted my sitting on the ground from the kneeling posture, tried to separate my legs and completely exposed my pussy. My tied hands spread my pussy to reveal the pink tender flesh inside, and then pretended to be delicate and said: Ah... Master, the little slave is so thirsty, give me the water I cherish.
The fat man in the white turban said mockingly: Haha~, is the mouth above or the mouth below thirsty?Little prostitute!
I said with a slightly red face: I am all thirsty, I can’t stand it!
Which one is the most thirsty, the mouth above or the mouth below? The fat man in the white turban squatted down and said mockingly while playing with the bell on my nipples.
The top is the most...Ah, no, the bottom is the most thirsty.I said in shame.
Hehe, I will satisfy you now.As he said that, the fat man in white turban stretched into his crotch.
Hey Mura!After feeding the water, I came to my place to help.A big beard shouted to the fat man in white turban.
The fat man in the white turban threw me the leather bag containing water with hatred, turned around and walked towards the bearded man in cursing.
This bag of water is mine!I frantically turned the bag to my mouth and tried hard to pour it down. The gurgling sound of water pouring into my throat filled my brain with the cough choked by the water
ocean.After drinking, I poured the remaining water on myself, then put on the broken cloak to cover my naked body, and silently knelt there and waited for the arrival of the shameful night.
It was not until the sun set that the caravan camp in the oasis was built.
There is a small pond in the middle of the oasis, and the caravans take turns to take a bath in the pond.
A dozen of our female slaves were tied to a tree and watched them.
I knelt on the ground and saw them feeling uncomfortable in taking a shower. How long has it been since I took a shower?
It has been half a month since I was taken to the desert by the caravan. I have only seen an oasis with ponds. I used to camp in the desert or in a habitat with a well. I had no chance to take a bath at all. At most, I just rinse it with water.
Since the time four days ago when the deputy leader of the caravan did not give him a blowjob and bite him, they have not allowed me to rinse my body with water and clean my pussy and anus. In fact, I can't blame me for being the one who ordered me to have sex with him while insulting the god I believe in.
However, the filth in my pussy and itchy anus made me look forward to being able to take a shower.
An hour later, when the caravans had finished washing and started roasting lamb on the bonfire, the fat man in the white turban came over and led us to the edge of the pond.
The fat man in the white turban shouted: Get in and wash your dirty bodies. There is still a game to do later, haha!~
We walked into this pond filled with mud and animal feces one by one. When the water flooded my lower body, the cool, comfortable and psychological relaxation was ten thousand times better than my natural hot spring bath in the Baiseli Palace.
When we stood still, the water from the pond just flooded my lower abdomen. I squatted down and rubbed my pussy and anus quickly with my tied hands, as if I wanted to take out all the dirt inside to wash it.
Half an hour later we were pulled out, and our wet bodies were allowed to dry by the cold evening breeze.
The rope tied to both hands was untied, and more than a dozen female slaves were broken up and brought into six tents. Three female slaves with beautiful faces were taken to the largest tent. I knew another dark night was coming... The tent was covered with thick carpets, and I stepped on my naked feet.
Very comfortable on it.Inside the house, there were five fat men who drove us from the white turban, and they all sat on the carpet and feasted.The fat man in the white turban also sat in his seat and ate.
The leader of the caravan was a man with a black face and short beard. He always wore a Persian-style iron helmet and looked like a warrior.
The deputy leader was a white-faced young man dressed in colorful clothes, a bit like the unsuccessful nobleman of the Flan Empire.
The rest were the bearded man who called the fat man in the white turban to help and a strong bald black warrior.
The caravan leader saw the four naked female slaves coming in and shouting: Bitches, do you want to eat meat?Come and dance for us!Without musical accompaniment, the four of us women danced the most primitive nude dance.
But how could those three female slaves who had only received superficial training dance well with me, the princess of the Flan Empire, who had received professional dance training, but the Count Marion, who was responsible for teaching me dance, probably didn't expect that one day her best apprentice would please a few pagans with the most humiliating nude dance at the end of the world.
The five of them gradually turned to me, especially the silver bells on my nipples ringing with my graceful dance, and my bare pussy that had already been permanently removed with secret medicine.
When I jumped so hard that my whole body was covered in sweat and gasping, the deputy leader clapped and ended the performance.
The white-faced young man looked at me in a daze and said: He danced well, especially you, the noble lady of Flange~!
My delicate body shook the last shame that had been hidden in my heart surged up, and my pretty face turned from blushing to pale.
The white-faced young man looked at me and said with a smile: Because they were once flange people, this bone is given to you and let you taste the taste of meat.As he said that, he threw the bones out along the door.
I knew the little bitch game had begun. I lowered my waist and put my knees and palms on the ground and raised my calves as high as possible, so I climbed out of the tent to find the delicious bone.
I know that if I don’t comply, it may be that my pussy and anus are inserted into the bones they eat until dawn, and even when I am on the road tomorrow...
When I climbed out of the tent, I was looking for the damn bone while listening to the sound of men and women having sex in the nearby tents. It was completely dark and it was difficult to find things. But soon I found the bone. I crawled back to the tent with the bone in my mouth, climbed to the feet of the white-faced young man, and placed the bone in the silver plate that had been placed at his feet.
Wow, I pretended to be happy in shame.
At this time, the big tent was filled with the sound of joy of men and women. Except for the leader and the deputy leader, the other three men each found a female slave to have fun.
The white-faced young man touched my head and said: Be good, eat.
I stuck out my butt and ate the bone covered with sand. In fact, the food we usually eat is not bad, but they use this method of feeding to torture the will of female slaves.
Just as I was listening to the happy voices of men and women and eating bones, a finger gently inserted into my pussy. When I turned around, my pretty face happened to meet the leader's dark and stunning face. It turned out that my butt was sticking out was facing the leader of the caravan.
The leader of the caravan gestured in front of my pretty face with his fingers that had just been pulled out of my pussy and said: Little bitch, you have so much water in your pussy, you flange people are so lewd.As he said that, he took off his robe and exposed his strong upper body, then took off his pants, and a cock that looked like an iron rod took off his pants and swayed straight in front of me.
The leader of the caravan grabbed my buttocks and inserted his penis into my pussy. Even if I was prepared in my heart, he still shouted: Ah...well~!With the constant thrusting, I lay on the carpet, buried my face between my arms, and made a sound of joy in my nose: Well, Ah.
Just as I was in a state of joy, my hair was grabbed and my blurred pretty face was pulled up.
Haven't you finished eating the bones yet?The white-faced young man said badly.
I quickly bit the bone, but the joy stimulated me, making me unable to concentrate. The sound of the penis rubbing against the vaginal fluid came from my ears.
Hurry up and gnaw it, you see, there is still meat here, gnaw it all quickly.If your brother can't get all the bites after he fucks you, you'll keep inserting this bone I'll give you tomorrow~ The white-faced young man said viciously.
My delicate body was shocked, and my joyful feeling was greatly weakened by the predictable pain. I began to bite the bones carefully, and soon finished gnawing.
The white-faced young man checked and nodded with satisfaction. I barked twice with tactfully to represent the smooth end of the little bitch game.
The leader of the caravan might feel unhappy in this position. As soon as he exerted his waist, I screamed and turned into the position of the woman sitting in his arms.
In front of me was the wooden table where the caravan leader placed food, which contained several plates of uneasy mutton slices, a large bowl of uneasy red wine and a plate of handclaw rice.
The people were having sex with the female slaves in different positions on the carpet, and the room was filled with men's breathing and women's moans.
I don’t know if it was affected, but I gradually integrated into the atmosphere. I felt my lower body become hot and my uterus was spasming during thrusting from time to time. This was a sign of the impending orgasm.
Tell me where you are a nobleman from Flange.Just when it was so deadly, the white-faced young man came to Muji and said, "It seemed that I and him were sitting opposite him, but the difference was that he was sitting on the carpet while I was sitting in the arms of the leader of the caravan with his pussy in his thrust cock.
I...Ah, I'm not, well...noble!I said gasping.
It is impossible, you are covered with the blood of the moon goddess Priestess, and the wounds on your body will be quickly repaired on every moon-like night.The white-faced young man said with a smile.
Ah…I don’t know, Ah…Give me aside.The silver bell on the nipples made rhythmic jingling sounds accompanied by the gurgling sounds.
You are about to orgasm~ The white-faced young man patted my sweaty cheek with his hands.
A rapid spasm came from my uterus, and hot vaginal fluid spurted out from my uterus. I straightened my body, and the bells on my nipples swayed greatly and made a crisp sound.
I trembled for nearly two minutes before I climbed onto the wooden table powerlessly.
The hateful cock was still firmly inserted into my wet pussy.
Princess Sophia, is it pleasant to be played with?The white-faced young man still smiled.
I was shocked and I suddenly raised my pretty face to stare at the white-faced young man, as if I wanted to recognize this person who knew me from the depths of my memory.The white-faced young man nodded as if confirmation and sneered.
I'm not Sophia, Sophia...she's dead.The only shame left in my heart made me make up this lie that no one believed.
I didn't expect to be a princess.The leader of the caravan behind me said.
And the damn cock started to thrust again, and I leaned delicately against his chest and the sweat on my back were sticking together, slippery and wet.
Tell me, how did you become a slave? The Fran Empire said that Princess Sophia defected after committing sexual intercourse with the pagans.The white-faced young man said coldly.
No, they can't say that, why don't she say she is dead, why not ~?!I said sadly, of course this was accompanied by the sound of thrusting and the crisp sound of the breast bell.
Because the Empire is talking about real Ah, aren't you being fucked by your pagans now?Little prostitute?The caravan leader said mockingly, accompanied by a few hard insertions.
Ah... I moaned a few times and waved my head wildly and shouted: She is dead, Sophia is dead, she died four years ago, I am not, I am not~Ah...
Then what are you?The white-faced young man said with interest.
who I am?I'm a bitch, I'm a slave, kill me, wuwu... I shouted like crazy.
At this time, a sense of shame made me cramp all over my body, and a heat flow also shot into my wriggling uterus, and I and the leader of the caravan had an orgasm.I fainted.
I don’t know how long I was in a coma, but I seemed to have dreamed of the sneak attack that changed my destiny and the training I received in the Inquisition of the Flan Empire.
Cough cough A stream of water woke me up, and a sweet wine smell made me open my eyes in a daze.It turned out that I was sitting in the arms of a white-faced young man, and he was feeding me red wine.
There was no more moaning and snoring in the room, and instead they were tired and dying of heavy sleep.
The young man in white took out a leather chain necklace and put it around my neck, and I knew I had become a bitch again.
After eating, I will take you out for a walk.The white-faced young man said leisurely.
I was indeed hungry, and the intense activities and delicious food made me forget the shame I just had.
Believers who believe in the Big Dipper Cross God cannot commit suicide. If they commit suicide, God will directly go to the deepest hell without judging you.
Although I must have been deprived of all my qualifications by the Holy See, I don’t want to give me an innocence after I die. Everything about me is forced.
Since you can't die, people still have to live, right?
Ten minutes later, I cleaned up all the delicious food on the wooden table.
The white-faced young man led me out of the tent with his fill, and I climbed out of the tent.
I know that the perverted game of the white-faced young man has begun again...
The caravan was composed of more than a hundred camels, with more than twenty people riding the camels. The remaining camels were dragging various goods. However, at the end of the caravan, a group of people walked in the desert with their hands tied with a long rope. They were wearing simple cloaks, and under the cloak were naked bodies walking in pain.
I, once the eldest princess of the Flan Empire, was a member of this series of slaves.
What does it feel like to walk naked in the hot sand?It was like walking barefoot on the ground full of spikes.I had to walk quickly to relieve the feeling of burning my feet.
But my tired legs became less and less obedient, but the pain caused by the rope tied to my hands and the whip on my naked back kept reminding me how painful it was to not keep up with the camel leading the way.
Sometimes a gust of hot wind blew away the long ragged cloak that I barely wrapped around, revealing the traces of the smooth thighs on my barefoot and the filth left by my private parts last night.
In order to punish me for not cooperating last night, these slave traders stripped off my bad leather boots and showed punishment.
The occasional sound of the bells that I heard from me was the sound of the bells hanging on the nipple rings of my nipples as I struggled to walk.
I, the heir to the Flan Empire, have been decorated, traded, and humiliated by my masters like the most humble slave...
When the sun sets on the horizon, the caravan finally sets camping in another oasis.
As the long rope tied to my hands loosened, I knelt on the sand, gasping wildly, and my lungs made a sound like a bellows breaking.
A fat man with a white turban on his head fed each slave with a leather bag filled with water. When he pulled away my hood attached to the cloak, my long black curly hair fell down like a waterfall and revealed my fair and beautiful face, with sweat and sand stuck to his hair.
The fat man in the white turban seemed to be very interested in me. He roughly pulled open the only hooded cloak on my body. As the cloak fell to the ground, a woman with slender waist, round breasts and smooth skin appeared in front of the fat man. The golden breast ring and silver bell on her plump breasts were quite conspicuous. The obvious whip wounds on her back were the special care they gave me today.
The fat man in the white turban was stunned for a moment, then raised the leather bag containing water high, and the water flowed down from my head.
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth greedily and drank the water like a sweet spring.
The water suddenly broke. I had just taken a few sips of water and opened my eyes and looked at him in confusion.
The fat man in the white turban looked at me mockingly, and the leather bag containing water in his hand shook provocatively.
I knew what he wanted to do, and a trace of shame surged in my heart.
I adjusted my sitting on the ground from the kneeling posture, tried to separate my legs and completely exposed my pussy. My tied hands spread my pussy to reveal the pink tender flesh inside, and then pretended to be delicate and said: Ah... Master, the little slave is so thirsty, give me the water I cherish.
The fat man in the white turban said mockingly: Haha~, is the mouth above or the mouth below thirsty?Little prostitute!
I said with a slightly red face: I am all thirsty, I can’t stand it!
Which one is the most thirsty, the mouth above or the mouth below? The fat man in the white turban squatted down and said mockingly while playing with the bell on my nipples.
The top is the most...Ah, no, the bottom is the most thirsty.I said in shame.
Hehe, I will satisfy you now.As he said that, the fat man in white turban stretched into his crotch.
Hey Mura!After feeding the water, I came to my place to help.A big beard shouted to the fat man in white turban.
The fat man in the white turban threw me the leather bag containing water with hatred, turned around and walked towards the bearded man in cursing.
This bag of water is mine!I frantically turned the bag to my mouth and tried hard to pour it down. The gurgling sound of water pouring into my throat filled my brain with the cough choked by the water
ocean.After drinking, I poured the remaining water on myself, then put on the broken cloak to cover my naked body, and silently knelt there and waited for the arrival of the shameful night.
It was not until the sun set that the caravan camp in the oasis was built.
There is a small pond in the middle of the oasis, and the caravans take turns to take a bath in the pond.
A dozen of our female slaves were tied to a tree and watched them.
I knelt on the ground and saw them feeling uncomfortable in taking a shower. How long has it been since I took a shower?
It has been half a month since I was taken to the desert by the caravan. I have only seen an oasis with ponds. I used to camp in the desert or in a habitat with a well. I had no chance to take a bath at all. At most, I just rinse it with water.
Since the time four days ago when the deputy leader of the caravan did not give him a blowjob and bite him, they have not allowed me to rinse my body with water and clean my pussy and anus. In fact, I can't blame me for being the one who ordered me to have sex with him while insulting the god I believe in.
However, the filth in my pussy and itchy anus made me look forward to being able to take a shower.
An hour later, when the caravans had finished washing and started roasting lamb on the bonfire, the fat man in the white turban came over and led us to the edge of the pond.
The fat man in the white turban shouted: Get in and wash your dirty bodies. There is still a game to do later, haha!~
We walked into this pond filled with mud and animal feces one by one. When the water flooded my lower body, the cool, comfortable and psychological relaxation was ten thousand times better than my natural hot spring bath in the Baiseli Palace.
When we stood still, the water from the pond just flooded my lower abdomen. I squatted down and rubbed my pussy and anus quickly with my tied hands, as if I wanted to take out all the dirt inside to wash it.
Half an hour later we were pulled out, and our wet bodies were allowed to dry by the cold evening breeze.
The rope tied to both hands was untied, and more than a dozen female slaves were broken up and brought into six tents. Three female slaves with beautiful faces were taken to the largest tent. I knew another dark night was coming... The tent was covered with thick carpets, and I stepped on my naked feet.
Very comfortable on it.Inside the house, there were five fat men who drove us from the white turban, and they all sat on the carpet and feasted.The fat man in the white turban also sat in his seat and ate.
The leader of the caravan was a man with a black face and short beard. He always wore a Persian-style iron helmet and looked like a warrior.
The deputy leader was a white-faced young man dressed in colorful clothes, a bit like the unsuccessful nobleman of the Flan Empire.
The rest were the bearded man who called the fat man in the white turban to help and a strong bald black warrior.
The caravan leader saw the four naked female slaves coming in and shouting: Bitches, do you want to eat meat?Come and dance for us!Without musical accompaniment, the four of us women danced the most primitive nude dance.
But how could those three female slaves who had only received superficial training dance well with me, the princess of the Flan Empire, who had received professional dance training, but the Count Marion, who was responsible for teaching me dance, probably didn't expect that one day her best apprentice would please a few pagans with the most humiliating nude dance at the end of the world.
The five of them gradually turned to me, especially the silver bells on my nipples ringing with my graceful dance, and my bare pussy that had already been permanently removed with secret medicine.
When I jumped so hard that my whole body was covered in sweat and gasping, the deputy leader clapped and ended the performance.
The white-faced young man looked at me in a daze and said: He danced well, especially you, the noble lady of Flange~!
My delicate body shook the last shame that had been hidden in my heart surged up, and my pretty face turned from blushing to pale.
The white-faced young man looked at me and said with a smile: Because they were once flange people, this bone is given to you and let you taste the taste of meat.As he said that, he threw the bones out along the door.
I knew the little bitch game had begun. I lowered my waist and put my knees and palms on the ground and raised my calves as high as possible, so I climbed out of the tent to find the delicious bone.
I know that if I don’t comply, it may be that my pussy and anus are inserted into the bones they eat until dawn, and even when I am on the road tomorrow...
When I climbed out of the tent, I was looking for the damn bone while listening to the sound of men and women having sex in the nearby tents. It was completely dark and it was difficult to find things. But soon I found the bone. I crawled back to the tent with the bone in my mouth, climbed to the feet of the white-faced young man, and placed the bone in the silver plate that had been placed at his feet.
Wow, I pretended to be happy in shame.
At this time, the big tent was filled with the sound of joy of men and women. Except for the leader and the deputy leader, the other three men each found a female slave to have fun.
The white-faced young man touched my head and said: Be good, eat.
I stuck out my butt and ate the bone covered with sand. In fact, the food we usually eat is not bad, but they use this method of feeding to torture the will of female slaves.
Just as I was listening to the happy voices of men and women and eating bones, a finger gently inserted into my pussy. When I turned around, my pretty face happened to meet the leader's dark and stunning face. It turned out that my butt was sticking out was facing the leader of the caravan.
The leader of the caravan gestured in front of my pretty face with his fingers that had just been pulled out of my pussy and said: Little bitch, you have so much water in your pussy, you flange people are so lewd.As he said that, he took off his robe and exposed his strong upper body, then took off his pants, and a cock that looked like an iron rod took off his pants and swayed straight in front of me.
The leader of the caravan grabbed my buttocks and inserted his penis into my pussy. Even if I was prepared in my heart, he still shouted: Ah...well~!With the constant thrusting, I lay on the carpet, buried my face between my arms, and made a sound of joy in my nose: Well, Ah.
Just as I was in a state of joy, my hair was grabbed and my blurred pretty face was pulled up.
Haven't you finished eating the bones yet?The white-faced young man said badly.
I quickly bit the bone, but the joy stimulated me, making me unable to concentrate. The sound of the penis rubbing against the vaginal fluid came from my ears.
Hurry up and gnaw it, you see, there is still meat here, gnaw it all quickly.If your brother can't get all the bites after he fucks you, you'll keep inserting this bone I'll give you tomorrow~ The white-faced young man said viciously.
My delicate body was shocked, and my joyful feeling was greatly weakened by the predictable pain. I began to bite the bones carefully, and soon finished gnawing.
The white-faced young man checked and nodded with satisfaction. I barked twice with tactfully to represent the smooth end of the little bitch game.
The leader of the caravan might feel unhappy in this position. As soon as he exerted his waist, I screamed and turned into the position of the woman sitting in his arms.
In front of me was the wooden table where the caravan leader placed food, which contained several plates of uneasy mutton slices, a large bowl of uneasy red wine and a plate of handclaw rice.
The people were having sex with the female slaves in different positions on the carpet, and the room was filled with men's breathing and women's moans.
I don’t know if it was affected, but I gradually integrated into the atmosphere. I felt my lower body become hot and my uterus was spasming during thrusting from time to time. This was a sign of the impending orgasm.
Tell me where you are a nobleman from Flange.Just when it was so deadly, the white-faced young man came to Muji and said, "It seemed that I and him were sitting opposite him, but the difference was that he was sitting on the carpet while I was sitting in the arms of the leader of the caravan with his pussy in his thrust cock.
I...Ah, I'm not, well...noble!I said gasping.
It is impossible, you are covered with the blood of the moon goddess Priestess, and the wounds on your body will be quickly repaired on every moon-like night.The white-faced young man said with a smile.
Ah…I don’t know, Ah…Give me aside.The silver bell on the nipples made rhythmic jingling sounds accompanied by the gurgling sounds.
You are about to orgasm~ The white-faced young man patted my sweaty cheek with his hands.
A rapid spasm came from my uterus, and hot vaginal fluid spurted out from my uterus. I straightened my body, and the bells on my nipples swayed greatly and made a crisp sound.
I trembled for nearly two minutes before I climbed onto the wooden table powerlessly.
The hateful cock was still firmly inserted into my wet pussy.
Princess Sophia, is it pleasant to be played with?The white-faced young man still smiled.
I was shocked and I suddenly raised my pretty face to stare at the white-faced young man, as if I wanted to recognize this person who knew me from the depths of my memory.The white-faced young man nodded as if confirmation and sneered.
I'm not Sophia, Sophia...she's dead.The only shame left in my heart made me make up this lie that no one believed.
I didn't expect to be a princess.The leader of the caravan behind me said.
And the damn cock started to thrust again, and I leaned delicately against his chest and the sweat on my back were sticking together, slippery and wet.
Tell me, how did you become a slave? The Fran Empire said that Princess Sophia defected after committing sexual intercourse with the pagans.The white-faced young man said coldly.
No, they can't say that, why don't she say she is dead, why not ~?!I said sadly, of course this was accompanied by the sound of thrusting and the crisp sound of the breast bell.
Because the Empire is talking about real Ah, aren't you being fucked by your pagans now?Little prostitute?The caravan leader said mockingly, accompanied by a few hard insertions.
Ah... I moaned a few times and waved my head wildly and shouted: She is dead, Sophia is dead, she died four years ago, I am not, I am not~Ah...
Then what are you?The white-faced young man said with interest.
who I am?I'm a bitch, I'm a slave, kill me, wuwu... I shouted like crazy.
At this time, a sense of shame made me cramp all over my body, and a heat flow also shot into my wriggling uterus, and I and the leader of the caravan had an orgasm.I fainted.
I don’t know how long I was in a coma, but I seemed to have dreamed of the sneak attack that changed my destiny and the training I received in the Inquisition of the Flan Empire.
Cough cough A stream of water woke me up, and a sweet wine smell made me open my eyes in a daze.It turned out that I was sitting in the arms of a white-faced young man, and he was feeding me red wine.
There was no more moaning and snoring in the room, and instead they were tired and dying of heavy sleep.
The young man in white took out a leather chain necklace and put it around my neck, and I knew I had become a bitch again.
After eating, I will take you out for a walk.The white-faced young man said leisurely.
I was indeed hungry, and the intense activities and delicious food made me forget the shame I just had.
Believers who believe in the Big Dipper Cross God cannot commit suicide. If they commit suicide, God will directly go to the deepest hell without judging you.
Although I must have been deprived of all my qualifications by the Holy See, I don’t want to give me an innocence after I die. Everything about me is forced.
Since you can't die, people still have to live, right?
Ten minutes later, I cleaned up all the delicious food on the wooden table.
The white-faced young man led me out of the tent with his fill, and I climbed out of the tent.
I know that the perverted game of the white-faced young man has begun again...
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