episode_0017

Cold sweat poured down.

Each step was arduous.

She hadn’t walked for long. Just 5 minutes at most?

She wasn’t walking energetically, so the actual distance moved wasn’t that great.

The actual distance wasn’t that far either.

From the imperial palace, the room where Stella was confined, to the arena located in the front plaza of the imperial palace.

Normally, it was a distance she could cover without any problem.

However, Stella was not her usual self.

Nearly naked, with a leash.

Connected to her nipples and clitoris.

It was clear that she was in a shameful and filthy state.

“M…master…I was wro…”

Saliva constantly dripped from Stella’s mouth. She wanted to beg for forgiveness, but Roman didn’t accept it.

He just scolded her.

“You’ve slowed down.”

Roman roughly shook the handle connected to the leash.

“Kkeueueueuk! Eueueup!”

Her whole body tingled, and she felt an indescribable pain. As piercings in inherently sensitive areas, it was clear that even a light touch would hurt.

But the vibrating piercings along the leash caused severe, sharp pain.

Especially the clitoris. Wasn’t it an area that could sensitively reach climax with just a light touch?

Pulling that clitoris taut with a piercing inserted caused pain beyond the pain of tearing flesh.

In reality, the clitoris was pulled excessively beyond its original length.

In a situation where she thought it might tear, Stella hurriedly moved her legs to avoid being torn.

Because the man in front of her, Roman, was someone who would actually tear her apart.

He had said that.

‘If it tears, I’ll pierce your breasts, tongue, nose, and asshole.’

That fact only made Stella feel more miserable.

In a state worse than livestock raised in a stable, Stella had to look forward and walk. The Roman pulling her seemed exceptionally huge.

A groan mixed with pain flowed from her mouth.

Each time she moved her feet, the piercings shook and stimulated her. Water flowed from her vagina down her thighs.

Like livestock defecating on the street, Stella had to walk, dripping vaginal fluids on the hallway.

***

Meanwhile, Irina, wearing a chastity belt with a dildo inserted in a waiting room like an iron cage, was struggling to calm her rising emotions.

“Hoo, hoo, I can’t concentrate in this state. I must calm down.”

As she was participating in a martial arts tournament, she thought a calm mind was essential. Until she saw the arena in front of her.

A female knight in an utterly vulgar outfit, with a name tag that read Irina on one of her breasts.

And the crowd filling the vast Colosseum-shaped arena looking at her. She could instinctively tell that the elaborately decorated place in the center of the seating area was where Roman would sit.

“Contestant entrance.”

At the echoing voice, Irina walked out to the front of the arena. She heard jeering at her walking out in a state that was as good as naked.

“That woman is a knight from Laos.”

“What? A knight wearing such an outfit? That’s ridiculous.”

“If that’s the case, then all the Laotian women must be shameless.”

It was an unpleasant sound.

Irina wanted to ignore it. After all, she just needed to win and save the princess.

But at the commentator’s following voice, Irina couldn’t believe her ears.

“We will now begin the Bitch Whore Competition!”

“What? Wasn’t it supposed to be a martial arts tournament?”

When Irina turned her head in disbelief, she saw Roman entering the arena. He was holding a strange rope in his hand.

It seemed that the sight of Stella on all fours was not visible.

Roman also smiled at Irina’s bewildered expression. It was after she realized that she had already fallen into Roman’s trap.

She involuntarily gritted her teeth.

But she couldn’t run away from the competition now.

At least, there was only one thing she could do now.

To win the martial arts tournament and to free Stella.

But she couldn’t imagine what a Bitch Whore Competition could be.

Looking to the side, the commentator, who was morbidly obese, was giving her a lecherous look.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve been waiting, haven’t you? It’s finally starting.”

“Woo-oh-oh-oh!”

A powerful cheer filled the Colosseum.

“The first match. Let’s start with the introduction of the contestants. The talk of the town, isn’t she? The captain of the princess knight order of Laos, Irina! Isn’t it truly vulgar to see her huge breasts jiggling? Hahaha!”

Irina’s face turned red at his introduction.

It wasn’t just Irina whose face turned red. Stella, who was surprised by the familiar name and grabbed the railing, was also the same.

She saw Irina standing in the center of the arena.

Stella glared at Roman with a venomous look.

“Master, you clearly said you wouldn’t touch her?”

Roman replied as if he was annoyed.

“Yes, I clearly promised. Until you start struggling to escape. Surely, you didn’t think the decoration on your vulgar tits was a reward, did you?”

Stella’s expression slowly hardened.

“If you’re a princess of a country, you should think about the consequences your actions will bring.”

In the meantime, the commentator’s next voice was heard.

“The eldest daughter of the Ruif noble family, who was ruined for plotting treason against His Majesty the Emperor. Her name is Clito. A name that reminds me of clitoris.”

The audience burst into laughter at the commentator’s words.

At the same time, a woman who had exposed her appropriately sized breasts with a shrill scream was dragged onto the arena.

She was only wearing black underwear that couldn’t function as underwear, exposing her vagina and anus.

“You lowly bastards…how dare you touch my body!”

It seemed she hadn’t properly grasped her situation yet.

Then, when the commentator shoved his hand under Clito’s vulva, she screamed in agony.

“Eueheuht! How dare you!”

Perhaps because she hadn’t been properly trained yet, she showed a sharp reaction.

Then, words that completely shattered her thoughts were heard.

“The first match is calligraphy. A simple match.”

Irina and Clito’s faces became puzzled at the word calligraphy.

That’s because it was supposed to be a martial arts tournament, wasn’t it? Even though they heard it was a Bitch Competition, they thought it would still be a fighting tournament.

But, calligraphy?

It was natural to be doubtful.

Of course, the audience cheered and shouted.

“Yeah, show it to us!”

“I won’t forgive you if you lose! I bet so much!”

“You lewd bitches, shake your asses!”

The commentator smiled and shouted.

“By the way, a terrible penalty awaits the defeated bitch, so do your best!”

**

Irina and Clito look at each other on the arena.

Clito glared at Irina first and said.

“You, give up quietly. I command you in the name of the nobility.”

It seemed she still thought she was a noble.

But for Irina, that was absolutely impossible. Didn’t she have a reason to win?

“Shut up with your nonsense.”

Clito was taken aback as if she hadn’t expected it, and shouted.

“Are you now refusing a noble’s command? Such impudence…”

Irina didn’t like people like Clito. All those who act arrogant with their innate privileges.

Isn’t that why she’s loyal to Stella?

Even though Stella was born a princess, she took in orphaned girls and allowed them to receive education. All the children who were taken in by her grew up to become princess knights.

Compared to her lord, Stella, the woman named Clito in front of her was the very embodiment of the typical noble that she hated the most.

“If you were a noble…heut, if you were a noble, you wouldn’t have been dragged to a place like this? Behave like a bitch.”

Irina chuckled.

She didn’t know if she was laughing at the woman who still thought she was a noble even after coming to this place, or if she was laughing at herself for being dragged here as a bitch and telling her opponent to behave like a bitch.

A sharp tension flowed between the two women.

In the meantime, the arena guards appeared with brushes and ink.

A pure white cloth was laid out in front of them.

The women’s eyes narrowed the moment they tried to grab the brush.

For some reason, the handle of the brush was too thick to hold with their hands.

And they were able to properly understand the purpose of the brush with the commentator’s following voice.

“Both contestants, pick up the brush in front of you and insert it into your vagina. It’s best to bite down hard so you don’t drop it. Dropping it will result in disqualification.”

She was able to realize why it was called the Bitch Competition.

This Colosseum, disguised as a tournament, was a kind of performance to watch the shameful acts of bitches.

Irina gritted her teeth.

But she could boast that she had already experienced even more shame than this.

With the will to save Stella, she picked up the brush and inserted it into her vagina without hesitation.

She felt the bumpy handle stirring inside her vagina. The brush couldn’t be held deeply because of the wooden dildo already in her vagina.

Clito also slowly trembled and inserted the brush.

A pitiful scream echoed.