The long battle confrontation ended in just one day when it was completely intensified, with the First Princess Dadra leading the Imperial Guard to defeat most of the Spartacus slavery army.
Maybe she thought it would be a good idea to continue to use heavy and huge imperial taxes to support the enemy for fun, or she wanted to torture the bold female slave gladiator with more and greater failures... But what His Highness Dudra is most worried about now is the sweat and blood that sticks to her skin for a day, and the punishment for making mistakes by her close maid who appreciates most~
Crash, crash.
The luxurious royal bath is made of marble and paved with stones. The murals that record history and praise merits are surrounded by murals. The uninterrupted coal shoveling and manpower pumps of slave laborers in the underground heating chamber ensure the uninterrupted hot water in the Royal Bathroom.
In the center of the bathtub, a fountain composed of several female sculptures stands.
They had an angry female warrior holding spears in both hands, straddling their legs firmly, exerting force with their waists, and angrily looking angry under the steel helmet.
There is an indifferent female assassin who is covered with a sword under her hood and is about to move like a rabbit.
There are devout priestesses who spread out huge sacred scriptures and pray for miracles with their eyes closed.
There are elegant magicians wearing wide pointed wizard hats and holding staff to recite spells openly...
These beautiful warriors with different expressions, beautiful and charming, and ingenious craftsmen, except for the weapons and the most iconic decorations in their hands, all maintained their beautiful posture when they fought to the last moment naked. The warm fountain water flowed like the sad tears of girls, flowing out from their unsightly eyes and down their faces. As the first princess, the artwork collected at high prices filled the empty space of the Royal Bathroom.
These royal artworks are so vivid and lifelike. Maybe they shouldn't be said to be like this, because these long-standing works of art were once famous and famous, but they fell to this point due to various changes and encountered the greatest misfortune of their lives...
But...who cares about them!After all, His Highness, the noble first princess, never cared about what the raw materials of these beautiful works of art were.
Under the fountain of the crying Mei Zhanji sculpture, two beautiful girls took off their clothes. Only two of them treated each other honestly in the huge royal bathhouse. The royal noble girl who worked hard for a day breathed a sigh of relief, sat in the pool, enjoying the blue-haired maid's bathing service.
The royal maid Antonia stood dullly behind the noble beauty. Before waiting for her punishment, she carefully wiped the delicate skin of the great princess who had worked hard for a day, combed her noble violet hair, applied shower gel to her, and then massaged her.
Dadra's eyes were bright red eyes. The Queen Mother, who was bathing, closed her beautiful eyes, curled her mouth slightly to enjoy the curve, hummed a comfortable sound, and spread her toes comfortably.
At this time, Princess Dadra asked a question.
Will you steal something, Antonia?
No, Your Highness.
Antonia responded with caution to avoid snatching the owner's words.
Will you lie?
...If it's not necessary, no.
Have you ever blasphemed the goddess?
No, Your Highness.
Princess Dadra, who turned her back to her maid, showed a gentle smile and played with the teaching stick in her hand.
Will you suppress your evil side out of respect for the goddess?
Antonia's voice trembled.
...Association, His Highness.
very good.
Dadra stood up from the water and raised the teaching stick with a smile.
Crack!
Woo um ~~
The water-dipped teaching stick made a sound of breaking through the air, and blood-red scars were left on the white and tender buttocks. The girl bit her lower lip and held back tears, suppressing the helpless cry in her throat.
Dudra looked at the blue-haired maid who was kneeling on her knees and crawling at her feet. Her naked body with water droplets was exposed to the air. The pleasant desire to abuse made the first princess blush with a strange excitement. Hearing her faintly endured girl sobbing, and seeing her own traces appearing on the beautiful girl's body under her feet, she couldn't help but repeatedly imprint her existence deeper.
Antonia, are you always loyal to the royal family?
Crack!
Woo, woo...yes, your Highness.
Do you have someone you like?
Eh?The girl's nervous expression was stunned.
Crack!
Wow!Oh no, no, Your Highness!
Huhu~ Do you think loyalty to the royal family is absolute... and it is a sin to have someone you like?
Yes, yes, Your Highness!Antonia is always loyal to the royal family!
Haha~Is this your personal idea?
Crack!
Woo woo woo woo ~ ~ yes, yes!If you are loyal, it means you are absolutely disloyal... Your Highness, please don't hit me anymore, it hurts so much... Woo~ Woo...
It seemed that he had listened to the girl's plea, and Dadra lowered the instruction stick.
Antonia, who endured the whip marks on her back and buttocks, sobbed secretly, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Until several silver needles between the fingers of His Highness, who was smiling, the sharp cold light reflected into the blue-haired girl's horrified pupils.
Therefore, your loyalty to the royal family does not fall into the category of goddesses?
...Yes, yes, Your Highness...you, I...you can't...please, please don't, you can't put that kind of thing...
I think that loyalty to the royal family does not conflict with those who like it.
Dadra smiled comfortably and murmured in the maid's ear.
What are you afraid of?Relax, don't be nervous~ My dear Antonia, hahaha~~
This time, the screams of pain resounded through the empty bathroom.
Whip, puncture, abuse, tears.
In the gradually dyed red water, the noble princess hugged the blue-haired girl whose breasts, buttocks and cheeks were already bleeding, and the blood was still flowing on her flawless body.
The warm pool became a place filled with blood. Dadra, despite Antonia's cry, pressed her head into the blood, let the suffocating warm current flow back into the other person's nasal cavity, forcibly pried open her lips and bit her lower lip, almost kissing in the way a beast bites it.
The slender fingers stained with blood and penetrated into the warm cavity, applied to the depths of yourself and the other party, and used the method of grabbing the extreme to fully demonstrate the love of the supreme person...
Antonia, you are always my thing~
No, no, don't come here!Don't babble that thing!!AhAh****
Sizzling
The hot royal slave brand exuded a terrible burning smell, which was imprinted on the royal maid's chest.
Except for the epic murals on the wall and the cold fountain sculptures of the Mei Zhanji, no one heard the girl's pain and pleading.
The blood stained the water surface red, and it was quickly diluted and thin, clear and transparent, as if it had never happened.
The pool of the Royal Bathroom will regularly place medicinal materials with healing and nourishing effects. The pierced wounds slowly heal and no longer bleed, leaving more than a dozen thin and invisible symmetrical pinholes, as well as a beautiful royal imprint that cannot be erased on the breasts.
Woo, woo...
The girl curled up at the feet of the American warrior sculptures sobbing and coughing desperately out of the choking pool water. After torturing her most trusted and optimistic personal maid, Dadra's first goddess was refreshed. She lifted up her long wet and heavy violet hair and slowly got up from the clear pool.
The water droplets flowed down her perfect body to her feet. The strong, plump and curved toes left several beautiful bare footprints on the smooth floor. They came to the window that could overlook the whole city, pressed their hands on the white marble guardrail, and didn't care that there might be people in the city who would accidentally look up and witness her noble body that was suddenly in spring.
Looking down at the prosperous port of Constantinople, Dadra couldn't help but sigh.
Antonia, looking out the window, this is Byzantium.
A great empire that is invincible, majestic and solemn, and no one dares to offend.
Like a giant holding power, he is above the world.
The power of the empire is unstoppable, and no country can match it. The one who gets the chariot will turn into dust.
Whether it is Spartacus, Venice...my dear second sister Mireya, my father, and that disgusting old woman...and not to mention...you, Antonia~
Antonia, for the empire, you can only choose one way, you must serve her faithfully, you must lower your head in front of her, admit your insignificance, you must... beg your knees and beg for pity at her feet.
You have to...love her.
Love me like I love the empire.
After expressing his feelings in his heart, the first princess turned her head with a smile and said: Do you think so, Antonia?
The huge Royal Bathroom was empty and no one responded to her.
Antonia?
Dedara looked left, right, turned around and walked back a few steps. The huge Royal Bathroom was empty except for herself and the beautiful warriors in the fountain.
Dadra was curious.
Antonia, where have you been?
Antonia?
Antonia!?
But just when Dadra was trying to find someone, a deep sense of powerlessness suddenly clinged to herself. Dadra's legs were weak and soft and kneeled on the ground, and her elegant, calm and cunning beautiful face covered her great fear.
Dadra's wide red eyes were trembling. She pressed her painful head, unable to stop the terrible scene from coming like a tide, spinning, dizzy and dizzy
Fear, despair, fighting, crazy murmur filled Dedara's mind. In a blink of an eye, the luxurious royal bathhouse disappeared, replaced by a familiar forest trail. She rode on her horse, and the surrounding Byzantine soldiers were in horrified shouts, with the calls of slave warriors from all directions.
Among the slave warriors who were dressed in simple and vulgarity, stood a blue-haired maid dressed in bright clothes and seemed out of place.
She once thought that she would be unconditionally loyal to herself and admire her girl, but now she glared at herself, put aside the mask of disguise, and passed on the real and thorough hatred.
He pretended to take the order to investigate the enemy, but in fact he introduced the main force of the First Princess into the forest path where the enemy was ambushed.
The Byzantine soldiers who incited to be regarded as cannon fodder temple turned against each other and attacked the back of the Dadra Legion from the rear.
Connect the local forest tribes to join the slave army and attack the empire from the flanks.
It puts his master in a siege of three times the number of slavery troops.
He also falsely passed military orders as his highness's personal maid, demanding that the rear legion not be allowed to rush to help, so as not to prevent the princess from fighting fiercely and betraying the crime.
The tall Spartacus stood beside her, and Antonia rode on the war horse and shouted angrily!
Dadra, go to die!
After making a shocking betrayal, Antonia and the few female guards who had betrayed her along with her drastically drew their swords at their former masters, and threw the first round of javelins on the way to the Charge Battle!
The rough but powerful javelin was made, even the enchanted armor of the Royal Guard could not completely resist. The noble princess watched the imperial soldiers and female guards under her, and she fled in a panic in order to increase her chances of survival...
Ahahahahah！
His Highness screamed and woke up from the nightmare, pale face, gasping quickly, and his wide red eyes were still in shock.
Ha...ha...ha...ha...
It was already night, and the cold Mei Zhanji fountain was still gurgling, but the heating room did not have slave workers to shovel coal, and the pool water at the Royal Bathroom was biting cold.
The noble violet and long hip hair no longer exists, and has long turned into a snow-white mat. Only a few strands of dye left on the forehead can prove her former color.
Pick.
The only warm thing was the tears of sadness that fell down the face of His Highness the Princess to the ground.
Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo...
It's cold.
regret.
Wronged.
Lonely.
No one comforted her.
The lonely and helpless girl leaned on the marble guardrail, curled up her white and delicate legs, buried her face in her arms and knees, and was unwilling to lift her once proud and confident beautiful face...
Maybe she thought it would be a good idea to continue to use heavy and huge imperial taxes to support the enemy for fun, or she wanted to torture the bold female slave gladiator with more and greater failures... But what His Highness Dudra is most worried about now is the sweat and blood that sticks to her skin for a day, and the punishment for making mistakes by her close maid who appreciates most~
Crash, crash.
The luxurious royal bath is made of marble and paved with stones. The murals that record history and praise merits are surrounded by murals. The uninterrupted coal shoveling and manpower pumps of slave laborers in the underground heating chamber ensure the uninterrupted hot water in the Royal Bathroom.
In the center of the bathtub, a fountain composed of several female sculptures stands.
They had an angry female warrior holding spears in both hands, straddling their legs firmly, exerting force with their waists, and angrily looking angry under the steel helmet.
There is an indifferent female assassin who is covered with a sword under her hood and is about to move like a rabbit.
There are devout priestesses who spread out huge sacred scriptures and pray for miracles with their eyes closed.
There are elegant magicians wearing wide pointed wizard hats and holding staff to recite spells openly...
These beautiful warriors with different expressions, beautiful and charming, and ingenious craftsmen, except for the weapons and the most iconic decorations in their hands, all maintained their beautiful posture when they fought to the last moment naked. The warm fountain water flowed like the sad tears of girls, flowing out from their unsightly eyes and down their faces. As the first princess, the artwork collected at high prices filled the empty space of the Royal Bathroom.
These royal artworks are so vivid and lifelike. Maybe they shouldn't be said to be like this, because these long-standing works of art were once famous and famous, but they fell to this point due to various changes and encountered the greatest misfortune of their lives...
But...who cares about them!After all, His Highness, the noble first princess, never cared about what the raw materials of these beautiful works of art were.
Under the fountain of the crying Mei Zhanji sculpture, two beautiful girls took off their clothes. Only two of them treated each other honestly in the huge royal bathhouse. The royal noble girl who worked hard for a day breathed a sigh of relief, sat in the pool, enjoying the blue-haired maid's bathing service.
The royal maid Antonia stood dullly behind the noble beauty. Before waiting for her punishment, she carefully wiped the delicate skin of the great princess who had worked hard for a day, combed her noble violet hair, applied shower gel to her, and then massaged her.
Dadra's eyes were bright red eyes. The Queen Mother, who was bathing, closed her beautiful eyes, curled her mouth slightly to enjoy the curve, hummed a comfortable sound, and spread her toes comfortably.
At this time, Princess Dadra asked a question.
Will you steal something, Antonia?
No, Your Highness.
Antonia responded with caution to avoid snatching the owner's words.
Will you lie?
...If it's not necessary, no.
Have you ever blasphemed the goddess?
No, Your Highness.
Princess Dadra, who turned her back to her maid, showed a gentle smile and played with the teaching stick in her hand.
Will you suppress your evil side out of respect for the goddess?
Antonia's voice trembled.
...Association, His Highness.
very good.
Dadra stood up from the water and raised the teaching stick with a smile.
Crack!
Woo um ~~
The water-dipped teaching stick made a sound of breaking through the air, and blood-red scars were left on the white and tender buttocks. The girl bit her lower lip and held back tears, suppressing the helpless cry in her throat.
Dudra looked at the blue-haired maid who was kneeling on her knees and crawling at her feet. Her naked body with water droplets was exposed to the air. The pleasant desire to abuse made the first princess blush with a strange excitement. Hearing her faintly endured girl sobbing, and seeing her own traces appearing on the beautiful girl's body under her feet, she couldn't help but repeatedly imprint her existence deeper.
Antonia, are you always loyal to the royal family?
Crack!
Woo, woo...yes, your Highness.
Do you have someone you like?
Eh?The girl's nervous expression was stunned.
Crack!
Wow!Oh no, no, Your Highness!
Huhu~ Do you think loyalty to the royal family is absolute... and it is a sin to have someone you like?
Yes, yes, Your Highness!Antonia is always loyal to the royal family!
Haha~Is this your personal idea?
Crack!
Woo woo woo woo ~ ~ yes, yes!If you are loyal, it means you are absolutely disloyal... Your Highness, please don't hit me anymore, it hurts so much... Woo~ Woo...
It seemed that he had listened to the girl's plea, and Dadra lowered the instruction stick.
Antonia, who endured the whip marks on her back and buttocks, sobbed secretly, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Until several silver needles between the fingers of His Highness, who was smiling, the sharp cold light reflected into the blue-haired girl's horrified pupils.
Therefore, your loyalty to the royal family does not fall into the category of goddesses?
...Yes, yes, Your Highness...you, I...you can't...please, please don't, you can't put that kind of thing...
I think that loyalty to the royal family does not conflict with those who like it.
Dadra smiled comfortably and murmured in the maid's ear.
What are you afraid of?Relax, don't be nervous~ My dear Antonia, hahaha~~
This time, the screams of pain resounded through the empty bathroom.
Whip, puncture, abuse, tears.
In the gradually dyed red water, the noble princess hugged the blue-haired girl whose breasts, buttocks and cheeks were already bleeding, and the blood was still flowing on her flawless body.
The warm pool became a place filled with blood. Dadra, despite Antonia's cry, pressed her head into the blood, let the suffocating warm current flow back into the other person's nasal cavity, forcibly pried open her lips and bit her lower lip, almost kissing in the way a beast bites it.
The slender fingers stained with blood and penetrated into the warm cavity, applied to the depths of yourself and the other party, and used the method of grabbing the extreme to fully demonstrate the love of the supreme person...
Antonia, you are always my thing~
No, no, don't come here!Don't babble that thing!!AhAh****
Sizzling
The hot royal slave brand exuded a terrible burning smell, which was imprinted on the royal maid's chest.
Except for the epic murals on the wall and the cold fountain sculptures of the Mei Zhanji, no one heard the girl's pain and pleading.
The blood stained the water surface red, and it was quickly diluted and thin, clear and transparent, as if it had never happened.
The pool of the Royal Bathroom will regularly place medicinal materials with healing and nourishing effects. The pierced wounds slowly heal and no longer bleed, leaving more than a dozen thin and invisible symmetrical pinholes, as well as a beautiful royal imprint that cannot be erased on the breasts.
Woo, woo...
The girl curled up at the feet of the American warrior sculptures sobbing and coughing desperately out of the choking pool water. After torturing her most trusted and optimistic personal maid, Dadra's first goddess was refreshed. She lifted up her long wet and heavy violet hair and slowly got up from the clear pool.
The water droplets flowed down her perfect body to her feet. The strong, plump and curved toes left several beautiful bare footprints on the smooth floor. They came to the window that could overlook the whole city, pressed their hands on the white marble guardrail, and didn't care that there might be people in the city who would accidentally look up and witness her noble body that was suddenly in spring.
Looking down at the prosperous port of Constantinople, Dadra couldn't help but sigh.
Antonia, looking out the window, this is Byzantium.
A great empire that is invincible, majestic and solemn, and no one dares to offend.
Like a giant holding power, he is above the world.
The power of the empire is unstoppable, and no country can match it. The one who gets the chariot will turn into dust.
Whether it is Spartacus, Venice...my dear second sister Mireya, my father, and that disgusting old woman...and not to mention...you, Antonia~
Antonia, for the empire, you can only choose one way, you must serve her faithfully, you must lower your head in front of her, admit your insignificance, you must... beg your knees and beg for pity at her feet.
You have to...love her.
Love me like I love the empire.
After expressing his feelings in his heart, the first princess turned her head with a smile and said: Do you think so, Antonia?
The huge Royal Bathroom was empty and no one responded to her.
Antonia?
Dedara looked left, right, turned around and walked back a few steps. The huge Royal Bathroom was empty except for herself and the beautiful warriors in the fountain.
Dadra was curious.
Antonia, where have you been?
Antonia?
Antonia!?
But just when Dadra was trying to find someone, a deep sense of powerlessness suddenly clinged to herself. Dadra's legs were weak and soft and kneeled on the ground, and her elegant, calm and cunning beautiful face covered her great fear.
Dadra's wide red eyes were trembling. She pressed her painful head, unable to stop the terrible scene from coming like a tide, spinning, dizzy and dizzy
Fear, despair, fighting, crazy murmur filled Dedara's mind. In a blink of an eye, the luxurious royal bathhouse disappeared, replaced by a familiar forest trail. She rode on her horse, and the surrounding Byzantine soldiers were in horrified shouts, with the calls of slave warriors from all directions.
Among the slave warriors who were dressed in simple and vulgarity, stood a blue-haired maid dressed in bright clothes and seemed out of place.
She once thought that she would be unconditionally loyal to herself and admire her girl, but now she glared at herself, put aside the mask of disguise, and passed on the real and thorough hatred.
He pretended to take the order to investigate the enemy, but in fact he introduced the main force of the First Princess into the forest path where the enemy was ambushed.
The Byzantine soldiers who incited to be regarded as cannon fodder temple turned against each other and attacked the back of the Dadra Legion from the rear.
Connect the local forest tribes to join the slave army and attack the empire from the flanks.
It puts his master in a siege of three times the number of slavery troops.
He also falsely passed military orders as his highness's personal maid, demanding that the rear legion not be allowed to rush to help, so as not to prevent the princess from fighting fiercely and betraying the crime.
The tall Spartacus stood beside her, and Antonia rode on the war horse and shouted angrily!
Dadra, go to die!
After making a shocking betrayal, Antonia and the few female guards who had betrayed her along with her drastically drew their swords at their former masters, and threw the first round of javelins on the way to the Charge Battle!
The rough but powerful javelin was made, even the enchanted armor of the Royal Guard could not completely resist. The noble princess watched the imperial soldiers and female guards under her, and she fled in a panic in order to increase her chances of survival...
Ahahahahah！
His Highness screamed and woke up from the nightmare, pale face, gasping quickly, and his wide red eyes were still in shock.
Ha...ha...ha...ha...
It was already night, and the cold Mei Zhanji fountain was still gurgling, but the heating room did not have slave workers to shovel coal, and the pool water at the Royal Bathroom was biting cold.
The noble violet and long hip hair no longer exists, and has long turned into a snow-white mat. Only a few strands of dye left on the forehead can prove her former color.
Pick.
The only warm thing was the tears of sadness that fell down the face of His Highness the Princess to the ground.
Woo... Woo... Woo... Woo...
It's cold.
regret.
Wronged.
Lonely.
No one comforted her.
The lonely and helpless girl leaned on the marble guardrail, curled up her white and delicate legs, buried her face in her arms and knees, and was unwilling to lift her once proud and confident beautiful face...
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