Desperate Gambit

Anna crossed her legs, feigning composure as she encountered Kalon at the school festival. She struggled to maintain a queenly demeanor, but her heart churned like a stormy sea. The moment Kalon saw her, he flashed that sickeningly sarcastic smile. His eyes seemed to pierce her soul, exposing her deepest, most secret desires. He approached Anna and said in a frivolous, taunting tone, "Your Majesty, you look radiant today! However, this attire seems a bit out of place for a military academy graduation ceremony, doesn't it?" "It's always you, Kalon. Isn't it the nation's blessing that you didn't spend today plotting some conspiracy with your usual gang of drunken fools?" (In truth, she knew this encounter was deliberately orchestrated by her and Agra). He reached out, crudely lifting Anna's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. His fingers were cold and rough, as if imbued with some evil power, sending a chill through Anna. He stared at her with an invasive gaze, as if to devour her entirely. He said, "Your Majesty, why so serious? Surely you enjoy being treated this way? I know, deep down, you crave to be conquered, to be humiliated. The more you resist, the more excited you become, isn't that right?"

Anna could no longer endure it. She felt her dignity utterly violated, as if stripped naked and exposed before Kalon. Without hesitation, she slapped Kalon across the face, the crisp sound echoing throughout the plaza. A bright red handprint appeared on Kalon's cheek, but he didn't get angry. Instead, he burst into laughter. He seemed to relish the humiliation, even sticking out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, as if savoring some delicious delicacy.

"Good! Good! Good!" Kalon clapped his hands, "I like your decisive ruthlessness! How about another duel? Right at the armory door, invite all the graduates to watch. This time, I won't hold back, Your Majesty."

Anna knew Kalon was deliberately humiliating her, wanting to disgrace her in front of everyone. "Won't hold back..." meant completely stripping her of her dignity as queen. But she had no way out. She had to accept the challenge to eliminate this menace. She gritted her teeth and said, "Very well, as you wish, '...Duke'."

And so, before the eyes of the crowd, Anna began to change her clothes. She slowly loosened the ties of her dress, the chainmail lingerie gleaming coldly in the sunlight. The surrounding people gossiped, their gazes filled with curiosity, ridicule, and mockery. Anna felt her cheeks burning. In their eyes, she had become a laughingstock, a plaything to be mocked at will. She first removed the red dress, a symbol of elegance and power. As it slipped off, she donned the silver boots that encased her slender legs. This attire was at odds with her queenly status, more befitting a gladiator, or rather, a sexual slave to be toyed with. Students began to whisper, some of the bolder ones even asking suggestive and flippant questions about the details of her outfit. Just then, a tall male student stepped forward. He had short blond hair, and his eyes were clear and determined, the epitome of a sunny boy. His name was Alex, one of the best students at Saint Glory Military Academy. "Your Majesty," Alex's voice was deep and magnetic. He walked to Anna, knelt on one knee, and said, "Your boot laces are loose. Allow me to tie them for you." Anna was stunned. She hadn't expected anyone to stand up for her at this moment. She looked at Alex's handsome face, and a warmth surged in her heart. She knew Alex wasn't pitying her, but respecting her, supporting her. In this mocking and frivolous setting, Alex's appearance was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating her dark heart. "I wish you victory in the upcoming duel!"

"Thank you, Alex," Anna said softly, her voice trembling slightly, but filled with sincerity. She might achieve "victory," but not the kind he meant.

She walked towards the armory door with her head held high. There, even more brutal humiliation and challenges awaited her. But she was no longer afraid. She was ready for anything...

Anna suppressed the humiliation in her heart and walked towards the armory door. However, when she saw Kalon and his cronies, the holy water infused within her began to react subtly. An unspeakable agitation spread across her lower abdomen. This feeling made her restless, as if an invisible hand was strumming her nerves, making it impossible for her to concentrate. She tried her best to suppress this strange sensation, trying to stay calm. But the stimulation from the holy water became more and more intense. She felt her body become extraordinarily sensitive, as if every pore was craving some release. She could even smell a faint, sweet, fishy scent in the air, the odor emanating from the mixture of holy water and her bodily fluids. Under the influence of the holy water, she actually saw the true faces of Kalon and his cronies. Their figures became distorted and ugly, like a group of demons crawling out of the depths of hell. Their faces were full of greed and lust, their eyes flashing with evil light. To her horror, she realized that she had thought orcs were the only threat, but now, the same threat was within the kingdom, within her congress, among her military leaders... They were no longer the arrogant officers she once knew, but a group of beasts in human skin. They not only craved to devour her, humiliate her, and completely subdue her, the entire kingdom was in danger.

The duel began. Anna took a deep breath, trying to banish all distracting thoughts. Facing a "duel" where she knew she couldn't defeat Kalon, and in fact, had to lose.

She used her first opening move, a gliding sword attack in the air. This move was gorgeous and swift, and had won her countless battles in the past. But at this moment, in Kalon's eyes, it was so flashy and impractical, vulnerable. He smiled contemptuously, caught Anna's leg, and threw her backward. With a light wave, he even had time to make a contemptuous gesture for the crowd. Anna's situation was not optimistic. She lost her balance, and her body flew backward uncontrollably. She fell heavily to the ground, the skin under her chainmail bikini rubbing against the rough ground, turning a reddish hue. The surrounding audience gasped and laughed, and a huge sense of humiliation surged into her heart like a tide. She felt the cold metal of Kalon's sword on her crotch, teasing her labia. The tip of the sword hovered delicately over her clitoris, vibrating and teasing, each second making her endure the stimulation of ten thousand orgasms. The blue holy water finally couldn't be contained and began to leak out onto the floor, gathering into a pool of eerie blue liquid. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but contact of the holy water with Kalon's sword without contact with his fluids was ineffective. She squeezed as hard as she could, but it was still no use. Hissing and cheers came from the stands, all mocking her embarrassment, admiring her humiliation. Under the intense teasing and stimulation, Anna's consciousness began to blur. She thought of her mother's encouragement, of the words her mother had once said to her. In the hallucination, she seemed to see her mother in a gladiator arena of an orc prisoner-of-war camp, being stepped on by an orc warlord, emitting a series of feminine, distressed groans. Her mother's face was full of pain and despair, but her eyes were still firm.

"Is this our destiny?" Anna cried in her heart, her voice full of unwillingness and despair. She was unwilling to be humiliated by Kalon like this, unwilling to lose her dignity like this, unwilling for her mother to be reduced to an orc slave!

She felt humiliated, angry, and desperate, but powerless to resist. Kalon was like a demon, tightly choking her throat, making her unable to breathe, unable to struggle.

Feminine disgrace... Kalon's contemptuous mockery, an even stronger pleasure surged into her heart. Just then, an even stronger pleasure surged into her heart, she felt her body about to explode. She could no longer endure it. She let out a painful and desperate moan, "Kalon! You bastard!" She used her last strength to let out a hoarse roar, but her voice was drowned out by the surrounding laughter, and seemed so weak and powerless. She knew that she had completely failed. She had not only lost her dignity, but also her hope. An even more surging holy water gushed out of her lower body. Whether it was joy or despair, release or destruction. On the edge of blurred consciousness, she felt a heat flow throughout her body. She humiliatingly reached climax. At this moment, her mother's figure was also groaning in pain, and a white liquid gushed from her lower body. Mother and daughter, in different times and spaces, simultaneously reached climax, a magnificent and tragic experience.

She didn't know how many times she climaxed. When she regained her senses from the afterglow, Kalon and his party stood proudly to one side with victory, Anna lay alone on the cold floor, letting humiliation and despair gnaw at her heart. The water trickled silently, and her heart was filled with remorse and despair. This bone-deep sense of frustration was more unbearable than physical pain. She struggled to get up, but her body was like a broken frame, unable to muster any strength. The metal mesh of the chainmail rubbed against her sensitive skin, causing a sting, yet also a strange pleasure. She weakly threw the sword aside, the blade clanging on the floor with a dull sound. Those images made her feel humiliated. She felt a wave of nausea and disgust, but also a strange emptiness...