episode_0047

Ordellapi has long been a famous family that produced outstanding knights. Just as the great heads of the Ordelappi family did in the past, the current Duke of Ordelappi fought valiantly as a knight and managed his territory well as a lord. The residents unanimously praised their lord.

Duke Ordelaffi had three children. Among them, two sons did not have much talent as knights. The eldest son, who would become the successor, had the talent to rule the estate, and the second son had a talent for literature.

Surprisingly, it was none other than the youngest daughter, Etrussia, who was born with the talent of a knight flowing in the Ordellapi family’s blood.

Few people would take kindly to the idea of a woman becoming a knight wielding a spear and wielding a sword. Etrussia’s father, Duke Ordelapi, was no different. The duke was displeased whenever he saw his daughter sweating and covering herself with dust instead of trying to learn embroidery and acquire culture like other noble daughters. However, not only did the other two sons show no particular interest in knighthood, but Etrussia’s talent was something that, not only as his father but as a descendant of a samurai family, could not be allowed to be buried.

Although the weak-hearted Duchess was worried about Etrusia’s future, she did not strongly oppose it, and Etrusia’s two older brothers supported their sister’s goals and cheered her on. Finally, when Etrucia turned ten, the Duke himself gave his daughter a sword. Etrusia received a gift from her father and shed tears that had never been seen even during her arduous training.

Ordelapi’s name was a great help to Etrussia, but her gaze was still not good. Other articles went so far as to openly disparage her, saying that a mere woman was standing among men just because she used a knife.

Even those people had no choice but to acknowledge her after seeing Etruscan dance. The knights and soldiers who saw her in the vanguard, holding the flag high, swearing, and cutting down demons, regarded Etrusia not as just a woman, but as a hero. The morale of the soldiers with their short-cut blond hair was sky-high, and they showed bravery in fighting against any enemy.

Etrusia was clearly a knight worthy of Ordelappi’s name.

“Ah…ah, haha…! Ah, hyaaa…Ahh, ah…!”

Life in Etrussia was not without painful memories. He endured arduous training and training since childhood, faced the suspicious looks of many people, and experienced the death of a colleague who laughed and talked until yesterday at the hands of demons today. She refined herself, tempered by trials and refined by suffering. However, she never expected that she would experience in front of the pathetic Heretic Questioner more suffering than anything she had ever experienced.

“You have to endure it well. Princess. Still, isn’t it better than being raped by a man?”

Anastasia, holding an artificial penis in her hand, violated Etrussia’s pussy, which was tied with her arms and legs spread wide, to her heart’s content. Fortunately, thanks to Anastasia’s consideration, Etrusia was not gang-raped by the male Inquisitor. Of course, she had no reason to be grateful for that.

“Huh…Uh, ah…ha, ah…! Ah!”

Anastasia, who saw the princess’s face with drool flowing from her open mouth and traces of tears, moved her artificial penis calmly without showing any emotion. She knew from many experiences how painful it was to have an unwanted and unstoppable climax.

“I forgot how many climaxes this was. I was going to take a break after completing seven, but if this happens, would you like to try again from the beginning?”

“Ah. Ah…ha…”

Etrusia’s expression distorted after hearing Anastasia’s ridicule. I couldn’t swear with a mouth that couldn’t be shut.

“That’s why you should have counted.”

Etrusia, whose clitoris was strongly pinched, screamed as if in pain. However, ‘the cold-hearted Inquisitor did not show sympathy to those suspected of guilt.’

“Ahh! Argh!! Aha!!”

Every time she twisted and pulled her clitoris, where the pain point was located, Etrusia felt a terrible, dizzying pain. Her body was full of scrawls from the cane and signs of being pinched here and there. As Anastasia’s hand grasped the pubic hair of her genitals, which were stained with her bodily fluids, Anastasia felt a painful sense of shame.

“Ah…ha, kuh, khaaa…”

“The bottom side is also golden. It’s as pretty as a field of reeds shining in the setting sun.”

Anastasia, who was calmly expressing her feelings, put her face in front of the poor princess and smiled.

“So, it’s time to harvest the desirable reeds.”

“Ahh! Ah…Agag!! Haaa…!”

With a snapping sound, the golden pubic hair was torn off by Anastasia’s grasp. Even then, tears flowed from Etrusia’s tightly closed eyes as the remaining pubic hair was torn off again.

“If you are willing to confess a crime, please nod your head. Of course, that can’t be possible.”

Etrussia knew that the only answer was to endure. The right way was to be released through the power of the family, like other nobles brought to the Heresy Inquisition, or to prove one’s innocence at the trial. If he could not overcome the torture and confessed his crime, that would have been a serious problem.

However, unlike other nobles who visited this place, Etrussia was being tortured at a level similar to that used on commoners. Of course, Anastasia did not do this on her own. The Inquisition tried to gain the upper hand in disputes with nobles. She wanted to make it known that the daughter of the great Orthelapi and the Golden Horseman must also bow before the authority of the Inquisition.

“I also hope that the princess will not confess her crime.”

A more sincere smile than any smile Anastasia had ever seen appeared on her lips.

The torture did not discriminate between day and night. During Anastasia’s absence, other inquisitors performed tortures other than sexual torture. No one considered the shame of a princess having to show her naked body to men.

“Ha…ugh, haaa…”

Even the desire to sleep became torture. The Heresy Questioners had the princess lie face down in front of a tank filled with water, and had her lower her back and raise her upper body, or else her head would be submerged in the water. The princess, who could not sleep properly, was water tortured every time her eyes closed.

The Inquisitor considered it a shame not to be able to bring a person subject to interrogation before the trial, and considered it a mistake to leave behind a severe disability that was visible on the outside. Their theory was that interrogations should elicit testimony without leaving as many traces as possible. However, no one considered the physical and mental aftereffects of interrogation and torture. Naturally, Anastasia preferred to leave an aftereffect. Nude portraits were not her work. A person broken by herself was a true work of art.

“You won’t swear this time either. Lady?”

Anastasia peeled and filled her mouth again about 10 times to provide moisture and nutrition. The stream of saliva connected to the corner of Etrusia’s mouth stretched and soon broke off.

“Ha, uh, uh…”

Etrusia’s eyes were twitching and she couldn’t speak properly. Anastasia, holding a paddle with several holes in it, walked around the princess, whose hands were tied above her head. The knight, who was not afraid of even demons, trembled at the sound of his boot heels.

“I will count to five. Before meeting me, please tell me about something shameful in your life. one. Two.”

Etrusia shouted urgently because she started counting without giving herself time to think.

“Woman, I peed on the blanket when I was thirteen! While sleeping… ”

Anastasia frowned proudly.

“You were a pee-pee princess. How many times have you not gotten tired of this place?”

When the princess heard those words, her face turned bright red and she lowered her head. Immediately! There was a sound of hitting her buttocks.

“Well said, I only hit you once. If you hadn’t given me the answer I liked, I would have hit you five times.”

Anastasia thought she would have the Princess wipe the floor of the interrogation room with her tongue, so she asked her the following question:

“When was the last time you masturbated? Please tell me in detail what you were imagining. one. two. Three.”

Eventually, Anastasia was able to hear a satisfactory answer.

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The torture that had lasted several days for Lady Ordelaffi was briefly halted. Instead of resting, Anastasia mixed herself with her slave. After finishing the beating, I sat down in front of the table wearing only a robe. She carefully wrote the letter on high-quality paper that did not tear easily.

“That’s it for today. Please deliver the letter as written on the envelope.”

The man nodded and accepted the sealed envelope. The recipient was none other than Harry Foster. It was a carefully written letter detailing the sexual difficulties his wife, Isabelle Foster, was experiencing and how painful their days would be in the future.

The trial continued to be delayed. Duke Ordelaffi tried everything to save his daughter, but there was no success. The warrior, who could not take an active role due to political issues, took out the ring given by the devil to save his favorite princess.

Finally, the golden opportunity Scarlett had been waiting for came.