Submersion

Queen Anna collapsed on the bed, sweat soaking her clothes and hair. She gasped for breath, as if she had just been through an intense battle. The chainmail panties chafed against her skin, causing a stinging sensation, but it no longer caught her attention. She was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

She weakly tossed the sword aside, the blade clanging against the floor with a dull thud. She closed her eyes, the image of Caron and those humiliating scenes still lingering in her mind. She felt waves of nausea and disgust, mixed with an unspeakable emptiness.

"Caron! You bastard!" she screamed with all her might, her voice filled with hatred and despair. She trembled uncontrollably, tears blurring her vision. She felt helpless and desperate like never before, as if the whole world was against her.

Queen Anna trembled, pressing the cold blade against the chainmail panties. The coldness of the metal made her shiver, and the rough metal mesh rubbed against her sensitive skin, bringing a stinging sensation, yet also a strange pleasure. She closed her eyes, and the image of Caron's contemptuous gaze and humiliating words flashed in her mind, making her feel more humiliated, yet more excited. She twisted her body uncontrollably, the friction between the chainmail panties and the sword blade becoming more and more intense, making a faint sound, as if responding to the suppressed desires deep within her. She felt a surge of heat rush through her body, finally erupting within her, causing her to let out a suppressed moan.

The cold metal of the chainmail panties rubbed against the sword blade, making a faint sound that intertwined with her suppressed moan. Caron's contemptuous gaze flashed in her mind, as if he was pointing a sword at her most vulnerable place, wantonly trampling on her dignity. This gave her an unspeakable stimulation, like an electric current spreading throughout her body, finally erupting within her, pouring out like a burst dam.

Throughout the night, she repeatedly picked up the sword, repeating the action again and again, each time accompanied by suppressed moans and silent tears. However, as time passed, the initial stimulation gradually diminished, replaced by numbness and emptiness. Her movements became more and more mechanical, her moans fainter and fainter, as if she were a puppet without a soul.

Dawn gradually broke, and everything in the room was shrouded in a dim light. Queen Anna still lay slumped on the bed, her clothes disheveled, her hair scattered, and her eyes vacant. She was completely exhausted, both physically and mentally. The sword lay fallen by the bed, the blade stained with specks of blood, silently telling of her struggles and pain throughout the night.