Chapter 17 – (1) Aman Bitch Contest
A cold sweat broke out.
It was difficult to take one step at a time.
He didn’t even walk very long. Only 5 minutes at most?
I didn’t walk very vigorously, so the distance I actually moved wasn’t that great.
It wasn’t really that far.
The Imperial Palace, from the room where Stella was imprisoned to the arena located in the plaza in front of the Imperial Palace.
If it was normal, it would have been a distance to go without any problems.
However, Stella was different from usual.
A leash, almost naked.
It is also associated with the nipples and clitoris.
It was clear that he was in a shameful and filthy state.
“Lord…Sir…I was wrong…”
Stella’s mouth her was dripping with saliva. She tried to beg for forgiveness, but Roman did not accept it.
It was just screaming.
“You’re slow.”
Roman vigorously shook the handle to which his leash was attached.
“Aww! Ugh!”
My whole body was numb and I felt an indescribable pain. Since the piercing was originally pierced in a sensitive area, it was clear that it would hurt even if you touched it lightly.
However, the piercing vibrating along the string caused severe pain.
Moreover, the clitoris was even more so. Originally, it is a sensitive area that reaches a climax even with the slightest touch.
I felt more pain than tearing flesh when I pulled that clitoris stiffly with the piercing inserted.
In fact, the clitoris was overstretched beyond its original length.
Thinking that it might be torn if done wrong, Stella hurriedly moved her leg to avoid being torn.
Because the man in front of me, Roman, is someone who can actually be torn apart.
He had been
‘If it’s torn, I’ll pierce your breasts, tongue, nose, and ass hole.’ Called.
That fact only made Stella miserable.
Poorer than stable cattle, Stella had to walk in front of her. Only Roman, who was dragging him, looked particularly gigantic.
A moan of pain flowed from her mouth.
With each step she took, the piercings swayed and stimulated. Water flowed from his cunt her down his thighs her.
Like cattle dung on the side of the road, Stella had to walk down the aisle spilling her cunt juice.
***
On the other hand, Irina, wearing a chastity belt with a dildo in the arena-like waiting room, was trying to calm her burning heart her.
“Whoa, whoa, I can’t concentrate in this state. I must calm down.”
As much as she participates in martial arts competitions, her calm mind her was thought to be knowledgeable. Until I saw the arena in front of me.
Dressed in vulgar attire, a name tag with Irina written on one of her nipples she was a knight.
And her crowds that packed her vast, coliseum-shaped arena looking at her. Instinctively, he knew that the ornately decorated place in the center of the seat was where Roman would sit.
“Player position.”
Irina walked out in front of the arena at the sound of her voice. I heard taunts at her as she walked out in what seemed to be her nakedness.
“That woman is a knight from Laos.”
“What? A knight dressed like that? Sounds funny.”
“If that’s the case, it seems that Laos bitches are all shameless bitches.”
It was a sound I didn’t want to hear.
Irina tried to ignore it. After all, all you have to do is win and save the princess.
However, Irina doubted her ears at the voice of the narrator who followed.
“Let’s start the bitch obscenity contest!”
“What? Didn’t you say it was a martial arts competition?”
When Irina turned her head in disbelief, she saw only Roman entering the arena. There was a strange string in his hand.
It seemed that Stella, lying on all fours, was nowhere to be seen.
Roman also smiled when he saw Irina’s embarrassed expression of her. It was after she realized that she had fallen for Roman’s ruse.
My teeth were gnashing.
But even so, I couldn’t run away from the competition.
At least there was only one thing I could do now.
To win the martial arts competition and to free Stella.
But I couldn’t imagine what a bitch lewd competition would be.
Looking to the side, the fat narrator had a sinister look in his eyes.
“Fellow audience, you’ve been waiting. It’s finally starting.”
“Oohhhhh!”
A powerful shout filled the Colosseum.
“It’s the first game. Let’s start introducing the players. It’s a hot topic right? I’m Irina, the leader of the Knights of the Princess of Laos! Isn’t it vulgar to have huge breasts bouncing around.Haha! “
Irina’s face turned red at his introduction to her.
Irina wasn’t the only one who blushed. The same goes for Stella, who grabbed onto the railing, startedled by her familiar name her.
Her eyes saw her Irina standing in the center of her arena.
Stella stared at Roman with her ferocious eyes.
“Master, are you sure you won’t touch me?”
Roman replied as if he was bothered.
“Yes, I promised. Until your bitch was desperate to escape. Surely you didn’t think the frivolous titties were a punishment, did you?”
Stella’s expression slowly hardened.
“If you’re a princess of a country, you have to think about the consequences of your actions before moving.”
In the meantime, the next voice of the commentator was heard.
“I am the eldest daughter of the Ruif noble family, who rebelled against the emperor and perished. Her name is Clito. It reminds me of the clitoris.”
The audience burst into laughter at the commentator’s words.
At the same time, with a high-pitched scream, a woman exposing her moderately sized breasts was dragged up onto her arena her.
She was wearing only black underwear that exposed her cunt and asshole, and did not function as underwear.
“These lowly people… Dare to put their hands on whose body!”
It seemed that she hadn’t quite grasped her own situation yet.
Then, as the narrator shoved her hand under Clito’s crotch, she let out a gut-wrenching scream.
“Euheuheukssok! How dare you!”
As if she hadn’t properly become a teaching assistant yet, she reacted sharply.
Then she heard words that completely shattered her thoughts.
“The first game is calligraphy writing. It’s a simple game.”
Irina and Clito’s faces became puzzled at the word calligraphy.
Isn’t that also a martial arts competition? Although I had heard that it was a bitch contest, I still thought it would be a fighting contest.
But, calligraphy?
It was natural to have doubts.
Of course, the crowd cheered and shouted.
“Yes, show me and throw it away!”
“I know I won’t let go if I lose! How much did I bet!”
“You naughty bitches, shake your ass!”
The narrator smiled and exclaimed.
“By the way, a terrible punishment awaits the defeated bitch, so do your best!”
**
Irina and Clito look at each other on the arena.
Clito spoke first, weeping at Irina.
“You, please calmly give up. I command in the name of a nobleman.”
She still seemed to think she was an aristocrat.
But she said nothing about Irina. Wasn’t she sure she had a reason to win?
“Stop the bullshit.”
As if he hadn’t expected it, Clito screamed startled.
“Are you saying you’re refusing an order from a noble now? Such an arrogant…”
Irina did not like people like Clito. All of those who are arrogant with their natural privilege.
Isn’t that why she is loyal to Stella?
Even though Stella was born a princess, she reaped her orphaned girls so they could be educated. She told her that her reaped children her were all grown up and she became a princess knight.
Compared to her master her, Stella, the woman in front of her is Clito, she is the typical aristocrat she hates the most.
“Aristocrat…Wow, if you were an aristocrat, would you be dragged into a place like this? Behave like a bitch.”
Irina laughed.
She didn’t know for sure whether it was funny that a woman who thought she was an aristocrat even after coming here was funny, or whether it was funny that she was brought here as a bitch and told her partner to act like a bitch.
A sharp current flows between the two women.
In the meantime, the arena guards appeared with brushes and ink.
A pure white cloth was spread in front of them.
The moment they tried to hold the brush, the women’s eyes narrowed.
For some reason, the handle of the brush was so thick that I couldn’t hold it with my hand.
And I was able to properly realize the use of the brush in the voice of the narrator who followed.
“Both contestants, please pick up the brush in front of you and stick it into your pussy.
I could see why it was called a bitch contest.
The Colosseum, which was packaged as a fighting contest, was like a kind of performance to watch the shameful behavior of bitches.
Irina gritted her teeth.
But she could boast that she had already gone through even more humiliation than this.
With a single will to save her Stella, she picked up her brush and, without hesitation, plunged it into her cunt her.
I could feel her lumpy handle churning inside my vagina. The wood-carving cock was already in her pussy her, so the brush couldn’t be held deeply.
Clito also slowly inserted the brush, shaking his hand.
A pitiful scream rang out.
