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Upload Time ： July 26, 2025
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Tags ： Fallen Princess、Long Series
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In the secret chamber, the ambiguous game of bondage continued, Anna's sanity teetering under the dual assault of Agra's words and fingertips. Just then, the heavy stone door was unexpectedly thrust open, and someone they least wanted to see entered, wearing the smug smile of a victor – Karon.
"Looks like I've arrived at a bad time," Karon's gaze swept shamelessly over Anna's bound and aroused body, "but this saves me a lot of trouble."
Agra released Anna, her expression reverting to its usual iciness. She stood in front of Anna, facing Karon, and began the explanation she had prepared.
"Anna, you must understand, you can't defeat him." Agra's voice was devoid of emotion. "Remember years ago, when you stood in the square, rallying the troops and civilians to resist the Orc invasion?"
Anna's body stiffened; that memory was the deepest brand of shame in her life.
"Of course, you remember," Agra answered for her, "You stood on the high platform, giving a passionate speech, but suddenly countless tentacles emerged from a magical portal that appeared out of nowhere, desecrating your body in public."
Agra's gaze turned to Karon, slowly revealing the cruelest truth: "Those tentacles, aren't you curious where they came from? The answer is that Karon extracted the most vile samples from my body after I was violated by the 'Black Magic'. He succeeded, he claimed that evil power for himself and used it against you."
The truth was like a red-hot branding iron, searing Anna's soul.
In her mind, the shameful scene was forcibly replayed: on the high platform, under the gaze of thousands of soldiers and civilians, countless slippery tentacles lifted her high, tore open her battle skirt, and penetrated her sacred queenly body. She struggled, wanting to shout out slogans of defiance, but the intense, unfamiliar pleasure turned her voice into indecent moans. Weapons slipped from her hands, she writhed in the air, exposing her most lewd ugliness to all her people. Their once-respected Queen lost consciousness in shame. And Karon was the "hero" who stepped forward to "resolve" the situation and win over the people.
[The illustration for the original chapter has been significantly supplemented and redrawn]
"Understand now, Anna?" Agra's voice pulled her back from the hell of memories. "That's the reason. You were too cowardly, you didn't even know who the enemy was before you were defeated."
"Now, won't you recognize your situation?" Agra grabbed Anna's shoulders, forcing her to look at Karon. "Only by temporarily submitting to him, do we have any chance of preserving ourselves. This is politics, and it's reality. Now, I'm going to take you to see him."
Anna's eyes were completely dead. Pride, dignity, faith… everything was shattered into dust by the shock of the truth.
The former Queen was led by Agra herself to the council chamber. Under the cold gaze of all the councilors, she was fitted with a furry dog tail and, like the lowest of bitches, crawled on her knees to Karon's throne.
Karon pinched her cheek, admiring her empty eyes, and said contemptuously, "Yes, serve me like a female dog."
He announced in front of everyone: "Anna, you are a complete failure. From today on, you are no longer a Queen, but my slave."
Anna, like a soulless puppet, was manipulated by him, even forced to squeeze out a reluctant smile. She completely gave up resistance and rights, because she knew that this was the only way to survive.
"You want it again, don't you, Anna?" Karon felt her body's involuntary reaction and whispered maliciously.
Anna closed her eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down, but her body's instincts made her unable to resist the excitement. In a trembling voice, she spoke the words that sealed her fate: "Yes, Karon… I am conquered by you."
This is just the beginning.
The next day, Anna was stripped of all her clothes, wearing only the crown that symbolized her past identity, and like a real beast, was harnessed and pulled Karon's chariot through the city square.
Karon sat in the driver's seat, driving the chariot while using a special dildo connected to a horsewhip to constantly poke her rear orifice.
"Look at this, everyone! This is your former Queen!" Karon announced loudly to the onlookers.
The chariot sped along the cobblestone road, each bump of the wheels bringing deeper penetration. The whip in Karon's hand lashed constantly at Anna's fair buttocks, leaving red welts. Anna pulled the chariot like a madwoman, her mouth emitting cries that were indistinguishable between weeping and joyful screams, and tears of resentment and perversion mingled and streamed down her face, which wore a strange smile.
At lunchtime, Karon stopped the chariot and, right next to the street, poured food into a livestock trough, letting Anna kneel on the ground like a dog to lick it up.
Under the humiliation of countless gazes, Anna's sense of shame was completely numb. She raised her head, looking at the man who had destroyed everything, and only one thought remained in her mind: to survive in this extreme humiliation, to feel this complete domination, this irredeemable pleasure.
Anna knelt on the ground, sticking out her tongue and licking the cold leftovers in the cold stone basin. The onlookers pointed and whispered, their eyes mixed with pity, contempt, and a hint of morbid curiosity.
Did she still have hope?
That hope that belonged to Queen Anna, that hope of fighting for the kingdom and its people, had long since died in that public assault, along with the wavering faith of the people. That determination to find evidence and make the enemy regret it also seemed so distant. But at this moment, in the depths of humiliation, a new, twisted hope, like a tenacious weed, stubbornly took root and sprouted from her shattered self-esteem. It was not a bright hope, but a dark longing – a longing to live, a longing to remember everything, a longing to one day repay all the humiliation she suffered today a hundredfold. This hope was no longer for her mother or her ridiculous dignity, but to taste the sweetest fruit of revenge.
What about justice?
Justice had long become a joke. When she was publicly violated by Karon's tentacles, when she chose to submit to the enemy for the sake of the ethereal imperial righteousness, justice was already dead. Now, for her, the only "justice" was herself. It was this body of hers that constantly gained pleasure in humiliation, this heart of hers that bred a revenge vine in despair. She would personally settle this blood debt, and the only way to that path of revenge was the path of humiliation, submission, and the pleasure of being dominated – a path to hell.
She raised her head, meeting Karon's playful gaze, and a poignant smile, mixed with pain and pleasure, appeared at the corner of her lips.
(To be continued…)
"Looks like I've arrived at a bad time," Karon's gaze swept shamelessly over Anna's bound and aroused body, "but this saves me a lot of trouble."
Agra released Anna, her expression reverting to its usual iciness. She stood in front of Anna, facing Karon, and began the explanation she had prepared.
"Anna, you must understand, you can't defeat him." Agra's voice was devoid of emotion. "Remember years ago, when you stood in the square, rallying the troops and civilians to resist the Orc invasion?"
Anna's body stiffened; that memory was the deepest brand of shame in her life.
"Of course, you remember," Agra answered for her, "You stood on the high platform, giving a passionate speech, but suddenly countless tentacles emerged from a magical portal that appeared out of nowhere, desecrating your body in public."
Agra's gaze turned to Karon, slowly revealing the cruelest truth: "Those tentacles, aren't you curious where they came from? The answer is that Karon extracted the most vile samples from my body after I was violated by the 'Black Magic'. He succeeded, he claimed that evil power for himself and used it against you."
The truth was like a red-hot branding iron, searing Anna's soul.
In her mind, the shameful scene was forcibly replayed: on the high platform, under the gaze of thousands of soldiers and civilians, countless slippery tentacles lifted her high, tore open her battle skirt, and penetrated her sacred queenly body. She struggled, wanting to shout out slogans of defiance, but the intense, unfamiliar pleasure turned her voice into indecent moans. Weapons slipped from her hands, she writhed in the air, exposing her most lewd ugliness to all her people. Their once-respected Queen lost consciousness in shame. And Karon was the "hero" who stepped forward to "resolve" the situation and win over the people.
[The illustration for the original chapter
"Understand now, Anna?" Agra's voice pulled her back from the hell of memories. "That's the reason. You were too cowardly, you didn't even know who the enemy was before you were defeated."
"Now, won't you recognize your situation?" Agra grabbed Anna's shoulders, forcing her to look at Karon. "Only by temporarily submitting to him, do we have any chance of preserving ourselves. This is politics, and it's reality. Now, I'm going to take you to see him."
Anna's eyes were completely dead. Pride, dignity, faith… everything was shattered into dust by the shock of the truth.
The former Queen was led by Agra herself to the council chamber. Under the cold gaze of all the councilors, she was fitted with a furry dog tail and, like the lowest of bitches, crawled on her knees to Karon's throne.
Karon pinched her cheek, admiring her empty eyes, and said contemptuously, "Yes, serve me like a female dog."
He announced in front of everyone: "Anna, you are a complete failure. From today on, you are no longer a Queen, but my slave."
Anna, like a soulless puppet, was manipulated by him, even forced to squeeze out a reluctant smile. She completely gave up resistance and rights, because she knew that this was the only way to survive.
"You want it again, don't you, Anna?" Karon felt her body's involuntary reaction and whispered maliciously.
Anna closed her eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down, but her body's instincts made her unable to resist the excitement. In a trembling voice, she spoke the words that sealed her fate: "Yes, Karon… I am conquered by you."
This is just the beginning.
The next day, Anna was stripped of all her clothes, wearing only the crown that symbolized her past identity, and like a real beast, was harnessed and pulled Karon's chariot through the city square.
Karon sat in the driver's seat, driving the chariot while using a special dildo connected to a horsewhip to constantly poke her rear orifice.
"Look at this, everyone! This is your former Queen!" Karon announced loudly to the onlookers.
The chariot sped along the cobblestone road, each bump of the wheels bringing deeper penetration. The whip in Karon's hand lashed constantly at Anna's fair buttocks, leaving red welts. Anna pulled the chariot like a madwoman, her mouth emitting cries that were indistinguishable between weeping and joyful screams, and tears of resentment and perversion mingled and streamed down her face, which wore a strange smile.
At lunchtime, Karon stopped the chariot and, right next to the street, poured food into a livestock trough, letting Anna kneel on the ground like a dog to lick it up.
Under the humiliation of countless gazes, Anna's sense of shame was completely numb. She raised her head, looking at the man who had destroyed everything, and only one thought remained in her mind: to survive in this extreme humiliation, to feel this complete domination, this irredeemable pleasure.
Anna knelt on the ground, sticking out her tongue and licking the cold leftovers in the cold stone basin. The onlookers pointed and whispered, their eyes mixed with pity, contempt, and a hint of morbid curiosity.
Did she still have hope?
That hope that belonged to Queen Anna, that hope of fighting for the kingdom and its people, had long since died in that public assault, along with the wavering faith of the people. That determination to find evidence and make the enemy regret it also seemed so distant. But at this moment, in the depths of humiliation, a new, twisted hope, like a tenacious weed, stubbornly took root and sprouted from her shattered self-esteem. It was not a bright hope, but a dark longing – a longing to live, a longing to remember everything, a longing to one day repay all the humiliation she suffered today a hundredfold. This hope was no longer for her mother or her ridiculous dignity, but to taste the sweetest fruit of revenge.
What about justice?
Justice had long become a joke. When she was publicly violated by Karon's tentacles, when she chose to submit to the enemy for the sake of the ethereal imperial righteousness, justice was already dead. Now, for her, the only "justice" was herself. It was this body of hers that constantly gained pleasure in humiliation, this heart of hers that bred a revenge vine in despair. She would personally settle this blood debt, and the only way to that path of revenge was the path of humiliation, submission, and the pleasure of being dominated – a path to hell.
She raised her head, meeting Karon's playful gaze, and a poignant smile, mixed with pain and pleasure, appeared at the corner of her lips.
(To be continued…)