Episode 3. Part 1 –  Seal

Surprisingly, Askaar did not open his mouth about his outing the previous day. Until then, Ashria thought he had let go of his anger.

Although he was quieter than usual, he didn’t hug me violently or hurt me.

But how complacent she was, she realized when she reached the palace.

“Tie it up.”

This was what he said as soon as he arrived at the imperial palace. Her knights trapped her as if they were waiting for her, and Ashria, embarrassed, gaped at her, not knowing what to do.

For a moment, I wondered if he was trying to punish me.

“Empress”

“… … .”

“I’ve told you, you are mine.”

He said, treating Ashria as if he were hunting prey.

“Why aren’t you listening?”

“… I apologized.”

“You are the first person who disobeyed my words and still survived.”

It was a little disconcerting that he hadn’t reprimanded her the entire time, only to start getting angry after they arrived at the palace, but Ashria quickly bowed her head.

And when they arrived, there was an imperial suit and a huge brazier

‘a brazier… ?’

Only then did Ashria, who felt something strange, raise her head. She thought they were simply trying to punish her…

Seeing Ashria’s reaction, Askaar twisted the corner of his mouth to meet her eye level.

“I’ve been thinking about it. What on earth I should do with a princess who never shut up.”

“What is this….”

“At first, I was thinking of just cutting off your limbs.”

“…What?”

“If I left you in bed n*ked, you wouldn’t be able to do anything on your own.”

Ashria’s eyes widened at the ghastly thought.

That was the last thing she wanted. To die, but to be left on the bed like a pillow with her limbs cut off?

“Empress.”

The creepy voice rasped in her ear. Ashria whipped around to face her father’s face, which looked exactly like mine.

“Last chance.”

“…….”

“ If You do that to me one more time I will leave you with nothing but your body.”

With those last words, Askaar gestured to the surrounding knights. Then, one of the knights held a cloth over Ashria’s mouth.

“Ew, ew…!”

For a moment, she panicked, not realizing what he was doing.

The imperial physician pulled an iron from the brazier and pointed it at her,  Ashria was confused about what he was going to do to her.

“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”

She struggled and thrashed her head but it did not affect her. She could feel the searing heat from the closer pharynx, and before long, the rose-shaped pharynx was pressed against her chained limbs.

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Even though she was Ashria, she could not indifferently endure the pain of her raw flesh being burned by fire. She gasped for air and let out her scream. Her thick tears continued to flow down her cheeks, and even though her mouth was covered, her screams continued.

The disgusting sound and smell of sizzling, burning flesh vividly rose to the tip of her nose. Ashria sobbed and writhed with her red-faced face.

As she gasped for air and her eyes threatened to roll back in her head, Askaar spoke nonchalantly.

“I’m sure the Empress knows what that symbol means.”

A symbol for s*x slaves that had been around for two hundred years.

Askaar met her blood-filled eyes, still grim, still tearful.

“From now on, if you go out alone, you won’t see anything nice.”

“Hmph… ugh, ugh….”

The imperial doctor performed some follow-up action on the visible wounds. Ashria moaned and wriggled away as if even her doctor’s touch was painful.

“From this moment on, no punishment will be meted out to street tramps even if they r*pe the princess.”

Askaar said something but it didn’t reach her ears; she was too dazed to realize what had just happened to her.

“It hurts…

It was the first pain she’d felt in a long time. A terrible pain that her brain couldn’t process. The kind that makes her feel like she is going to lose her mind at any moment.

Ashria’s fingertips trembled and she squirmed like an insect about to die, her body and mind were very tired. All she could think about was how she should have died when she had the chance.

Suddenly, Ashria’s mind flashed back to the previous night.

The alleyway was filled with loud, catchy laughter. Skewers of sweetened meat drenched in sauce. The dry western night breeze cooled passed by her.

It was a harsh price to pay for my freedom that lasted less than a few hours.

Feeling her mind fading, Ashria wished desperately that she could just die now.

If there was a next life, she hoped it would be with normal parents, and she had this ridiculous idea that she wanted to eat street food, holding her mother’s hand in one hand and a skewer of meat in the other, slathering her mouth full of sauce.

Even though I knew it would never happen.

* * *

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a familiar chandelier. I knew I was in Askaar’s bedroom just by looking at the ceiling.

One of his forearms was bandaged. Ashria closed her eyes again, feeling the throbbing pain.

‘I’m tired….’

I was stunned. I thought that after what had happened to me, I would feel even more resentful of Askaar, or even more bitter words…

I don’t have the energy for that.

Then a familiar voice said in her ear.

“Are you awake?”

It was Askaar.

Ashria made no reply. There was nothing to be afraid of in a yard that bore the seal of a s*x slave.

As he strode closer, Askaar ran his hand nonchalantly down her forearm and muttered, “Why bother with the luggage?

“Why would you get on Jim’s nerves?”

Clicking his tongue, and smoothing her cheek.

“I cared for you so much. If only you would have stayed quiet.”

For a moment, Ashria almost laughed out loud.

Cherished who? The Emperor?

How in the world could he say something so insensitive without drooling all over his mouth?

“…I want to rest.”

With those words, Ashria cut off her conversation with the Emperor.

Right now, she needed to rest.

* * *

Ashria’s life hadn’t changed much since her sl*ve seal was imprinted.

Her position in the palace was still that of a princess, and the servants treated her the same as before.

They knew it, too.

That seal was merely a showpiece for the Emperor to warn her.

As long as Askar kept her eyes open, there was no other person in the imperial palace to touch her.

Unaware of this, however, Ashria kept to her room whenever Askaar was not around. She didn’t want to go out and get herself in trouble.

Suddenly, the door opened and the Emperor returned from his meeting. He saw her sitting on the couch calmly and patted her on the head for a job well done.

Ashria’s face was indifferent, she was treated like a pet dog, just laying her head down and counting the days in her head.

‘How many days left….’

There was nothing she could do now but hope that she could die as soon as possible.

She was no longer curious about the outside world, just praying and hoping for a quick, painless rest.

Ashria spent most of her time lying there, doing nothing. Like the cushions on the couch, I lay flat, muffling my presence for fear of offending Askaar.

Despite having nothing to do, Ashria was always tired. Her eyes were always sunken and her complexion was as dark as that of a chick about to die.

She curled up in a tired ball and closed her eyes, thinking.

‘Maybe I shouldn’t have spent so much time looking around back then….’

I should have died as soon as I left my father’s arms. Fool.

Ashria berated her past self. But even then, nothing changed

She was like a dog tied up in the emperor’s bedroom, and she was worse than a vagabond on the street, unable to even choose his death.

‘You can’t go around claiming to have any freedom….’

Her situation these days is not much different from that of being a s*x slave for wealthy nobles in the past.

During the day she had to wait for the emperor to finish his business, and at night she had to spread her legs whenever he asked.

Of course, she couldn’t dream of going out.

Ashria decided to be grateful for the sumptuous palace food and the opportunity to curl up on a soft blanket.

‘First my mother’s black magic experiment, then my father’s s*x sl*ve….’

Ashria laughed lowly as she traced my forearm with the ugly seal on it.

I closed my eyes and remembered the countless people I’d encountered on the streets of the West that evening.

They were alive and vibrant, with sparkling eyes and a range of emotions.

“…I wonder if I’ll be able to smile like that someday.

Unlike them, Ashria’s eyes still held nothing, empty, without a single sparkle.

She knew it herself.

The day would never come when her eyes would spark like the others.

* * *

Askaar looked at Ashria’s recent silence and thought to himself that it was a good thing he’d carved the seal; he could have kept her locked in her room without having to unsightly cut off her limbs.

But after a day or two, as time began to pass, he realized something was wrong.

He expected to hear at least one word of resentment from Ashria, who was notoriously unemotional, but strangely enough, she didn’t say a word about it.

Instead of resentment, she was more obedient than ever. The strange thing was that it was never out of fear.

Though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it, Askaar felt an inexplicable sense of discomfort at Ashria’s stubbornness.

Her unfocused eyes were vacant, as if a knife could be thrust into them right then and there and they wouldn’t flinch, and her petite body looked precarious, as if it might collapse with a single blow.

“Empress.”

“…Yes, Daddy.”

It was a calm and obedient attitude…

The bored look on her face was annoying. So Askaar has become more mischievous for no reason.

“Come here.”

“…….”

“Crawl.”

Still, she kept a calm face and did as she was told.

Ashria went straight down on all fours and crawled toward him with a squeak. Askaar’s brow furrowed as he watched her face, which held no hint of shame.

“S*ck it.”

Ashria remained still at her slurred command. Her tiny hands unbuckled his pants, pulled out his hideous p*nis, and took it into her mouth without hesitation.

Her tiny lips parted and the black beast sank her throat.

Ashria gasped for air, but quickly used her tongue to sweep over the plump flesh and pressed her lips together to gently rub the glans.

“Yum….”

Watching her now prodigal-like skill, Askaar grabbed her hair roughly, and without a moment’s pause, began to shake her head like a sack of luggage.

“Uhm, Uhmm….”

Ashria squeezed her eyes shut, feeling dizzy from the vicious gesture. She could practically feel the bumps on his c*ck rubbing against her lips.

There was obvious pain on her face, but he remained indifferent. Her gagging only drove my c*ck deeper into her mouth.

Without warning, he shoved his c*ck down her throat, causing her to gag in rapid succession. Still, he didn’t stop.

He seemed to enjoy watching the pain on Ashria’s face.

“Ugh. Ugh……………..”

His drool-covered p*nis bobbed and weaved as if it had been dipped in and out of a vat of honey. Ashria’s face was a mess of tears and spit, but she was eager to do what he asked.

Soon the room was filled with the slurping sounds of her c*ck-s*cking.

Ashria gently s*cked the large, hard shaft with her lips, flicking it with the tip of her tongue, rolling it around in her mouth as if it were something precious.

Saliva trickled down her cheeks and between her lips. And the tears that kept rolling down her cheeks were a clear indication of how much she was suffering right now.

The corners of Askaar’s mouth twitched at the sight of her broken face, soulless as a broken doll.

His hard flesh twitched once at the sight of her. At the same time, the tip of his glans trickled with sticky fluid. Even though he hadn’t ejaculated, the scent of his father’s body lingered in his mouth.

“Mmmm….”

Ashria moaned through her loosened lids, her pubic hair tingling against her cheeks and nose from the deep penetration. She gagged as the shaft pierced her throat, but she didn’t protest.

She would beg him to stop anyway, but Askaar was a man who would revel in their pleas and screams, and Ashria knew all too well that it would be more comfortable for him to just keep draining her.

How much longer would she bite and s*ck her father’s c*ck like that?

She could feel his shaft swelling in her mouth. The shaft, dense with flesh and bumps, never stopped throbbing against her soft mucous membranes.

“Ugh… Ugh… ….”

Sensing that his climax was imminent, Ashria purposely s*cked and rubbed harder on the sensitive glans, and as expected, the c*ck, swollen to the limit, began to twitch in anticipation of his climax.

Ashria thought he was going to c*m in my mouth, as he usually did, so she teased her tongue even harder. She flicked the tip of her tongue around the tip of his glans, lapping up every last drop of his bitter pre-c*m.

“Yum….”

Moments later, Askaar let out a low moan. For a moment, she thought she was going to burst into a gush of hot c*m as she s*cked on his swollen c*ck-pole.

Askaar abruptly pulled his c*ck out and grabbed her chin.

“Hmm… ah, Daddy?”

Ashria stiffened, startled by the unexpected behavior, and looked up at him softly.

Askaar didn’t answer, he just stuck the head of his c*ck in front of her face.

Then he began stroking his cc*k. The disgusting-looking glans fluttered on Ashria’s sight, acting as if it were going to c*m at any moment.

The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh was quite loud. The hideous p*nis rubbed back and forth at his gesture.

“Stay put.”

Askaar said, grabbing her by the back of the head.

The thick flesh jerked and writhed once, and then, as if it had been waiting for a moment, it spurted a load of thick c*m into Ashria’s face.

“Ah…!”

Ashria squeezed her eyes shut, startled by the sudden splash of c*m.

It ran down her cheeks, into the corners of her eyes, and onto her lips. It splattered everywhere on her face.

It wasn’t until the hot, sticky juices began to trickle down her cheeks that she cautiously opened her eyes.

The first thing I saw was Askaar looking down at me with satisfaction.

But the look of satisfaction was short-lived.

Askaar’s brow furrowed in displeasure as he looked at Ashria, who was still nonchalant with my c*m all over her face.

He felt a twisting sensation in his stomach at the sight of such a vacant stranger, even when he was excited to torment her.

If he had known this was going to happen, he would have gone to the bathroom.

Why, she wondered, did Ashria not bat an eyelid when she did things that would have horrified anyone else?

Even though he had climaxed and ejaculated with deep pleasure, he felt strangely dirty.

After staring down at her for a long time, he finally gave in and lifted her to her feet, tossing her onto the bed. Then, without a moment’s hesitation, he plunged his c*ck straight into her dry v*g*na.

“Ahhh…!”

A lifeless scream erupted from Ashria’s mouth. But it was only for a moment.

It should have been painful to have something the size of a stake stuck in her unlocked hole, but she simply fell into his arms without protest.

The red drops of blood dripping onto the pure white sheets did not reveal the emotion he wanted to see on her face.

* * *

In the days that followed, Askaar did many things to Ashria that should have humiliated her.

And yet, Ashria remained as defiant as ever.

ing her like that, Askaar wondered if she wanted to fight with him.

But her dark eyes, so like him, held no such intentions. They were only filled with exhaustion.

He was getting more and more nervous by the day.

He didn’t understand. He couldn’t understand the bored look on her face, the way she seemed to be so unconcerned when he could have her limbs cut off and bound at his command.

Doesn’t she know her current situation?

‘… It’s not even half-hearted, it can’t be like that.’

What was certain was that her fat face was stirring up Askaar’s competitive spirit.

He wondered what else he could do to make those eyes show fear or terror.

No, it didn’t have to be that way. As long as he could see something other than those cloudy eyes, it didn’t matter.

And so it was. His behavior was getting worse and worse.

“You’ll wear this from now on.”

Askaar said, handing her a sheer, see-through slip.

“If you wear anything else, you will be severely reprimanded.”

It was a pointless mistake.

Even though she knew it was ugly of him to pick on Ashria’s embarrassing behavior, he didn’t stop.

I thought for once he’d roll his eyes in disapproval…….

This time, she accepted it without question.

She wasted no time in removing her dress and slipping on the thin slip he handed her on the spot.

There were several servants and escorts around her, as well as Askaar, but she didn’t bat an eye as she changed in front of them.

In the end, it was Askaar who was offended this time, as he handed her the clothes to put on.

Ashria didn’t even bother to hide herself in the sheer white slip, but instead pretended it was casual wear.

She wasn’t even embarrassed by the sight of her swollen br*asts and plump p*ssy beneath the sheer fabric.

For what seemed like an eternity, Askaar said nothing.

She was forced to stand there in it for a long time.

Still, Ashria didn’t even bother to cover her vital parts, just stood there like a piece of meat on a butcher block, eyes narrowing.

He didn’t like her reaction.

What the hell was wrong with her, he wondered, was there a part of her that believed in something?

Askaar swallowed hard in irritation and nervously left the room.

* * *

His bad behavior didn’t stop there.

For some reason, he hadn’t been giving Ashria a break lately.

“Keep an eye on her until I return.”

Today was no different. I thought he was going to go to the meeting without a hitch……….

“Hmph….”

Ashria shuddered as she tightened and loosened the fake p*nis beneath her.

She was bound limb from limb while the Emperor went into the meeting, and she had to have two hideous imitation p*nises between her legs.

Hogtied and prostrate, she resembled little more than a four-legged beast.

A grotesque imitation of a p*nis, forged from a mass of magic, stretched the tiny opening to the limit and impaled itself deep inside.

He had even left a number of his knights stationed around the bed to keep an eye on her in case she fled.

How could she escape when she was so tightly bound?

“You can play with her if you want, but don’t take that fake p*nis out of her hole.”

It wasn’t until Ashria heard the Emperor’s last words that she realized the surveillance was just an excuse.

Besides, unlike the last time, the knights who remained with me were not directly under the Emperor’s command.

In other words, they weren’t some noble house masters who were going to pay lip service to chivalry.

She could hear the knights bowing to the Emperor as he walked away. They seemed to be looking at each other.

Even though the Emperor had given his permission, Ashria’s status as a princess bothered them.

“Hmph….”

Ashria shivered involuntarily as she felt the hardness of her inner walls. The knights swallowed hard and looked at her until one of them mustered up the courage to cautiously reach out. He grasped one of the deeply embedded imitation p*nises and gave it a slow, steady thrust that rattled her inner walls.

“Ah, ahhhh…!”

Ashria moaned in surprise as she tightened and loosened her hole. With no men in sight, Ashria’s body responded even more keenly to the touch.

Between her spread labia, the reddish-black hole dribbled clear fluid, staining her skin.

Still, she realized, this was mild compared to what Askaar usually did. Besides, he’d ordered her not to remove the fake p*nis while he was gone, so she wasn’t going to get f*cked by some faceless knight through her hole, Ashria thought, relaxing.

‘I’ll have to play with the fake p*nis a few times to get it off.

Ashria thought to herself as she lewdly tightened her hole.

Then the knights, who were in their prime, couldn’t contain their curiosity and, without warning, put their heads between Ashria’s legs.

“Wow… look at that. This is so erotic.”

“I’ve never seen a girl’s hole before.”

The Knights, who had been bowing for a while, began to grope Ashria’s body in a fit of excitement. As sword-wielders should, their touch was much rougher and rougher than Askaar’s.

“Ugh….”

Ashria moaned, shuddering as the hands roamed over her hips and thighs.

Watching her reaction, the knights were emboldened by her surprisingly subdued behavior and began to act more boldly.

One of the men’s hands spread her plump labia even further apart. The pea-sized mound of flesh that had been hiding inside puffed up and peeked out.

“I hear women go crazy when you s*ck here.”

The knight l*cked her lips, regretting that he couldn’t s*ck it, and brought his hand to it. The man’s fingertips pressed hard against the tender flesh, rubbing from side to side.

“Ah, ahh… hmm, ahh!”

Ashria cried out, shuddering at the exhilarating pleasure that shot up her spine.

The hole where the fake p*nis was inserted twitched even more erotically, squirming slightly.

“Wow, .. I’d like to try it.”

“Looks squishy.”

One of them muttered as he poked his imitation p*nis in and out.

The Emperor had commanded that they not be removed from their holes, and so it was that Ashria became the bread of the painting.

The men fiddled with the fake p*nis to assuage their disappointment. The imitation p*nis rubbed mercilessly against the dense lining of her v*g*na.

“Look at that p*ssy filth. It’s so dirty….”

Each time they touched the fake p*nis, Ashria bucked her hips, unable to contain the rush of pleasure and each time she did, the lifeboat jerked loudly, sending out a stream of clear honey.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”