Julius released the iron chain, and Arabella crumpled to the ground, her body limp, lying on her back, utterly incapacitated.
In that moment, her posture made Julius acutely aware that the woman beneath him was no longer the same as before. He had no need to fear her now.
He looked at Arabella's naked body with great interest, stretched out his hand, and slowly traced Arabella's cheeks. Then he slid it down her neck and massaged her breasts, seeming to be playing with a pet. He then mockingly teased, "Master Unknown, you're well-maintained."
"Does it feel good to touch?" Arabella allowed him to fondle her freely, whether to look at her, touch her, hit her, or fuck her - it didn't matter.
Julius continued to strike, his hands swinging from side to side, landing several slaps. Arabella's face turned crimson, her disheveled hair falling over her eyes, obscuring the emotions hidden deep within her gaze.
Julius knew well that slapping Arabella a few times would mean nothing to her—neither pain nor discomfort would affect her.
Physical torment was child's play to Arabella; even if she were hung and whipped, it would not elicit a reaction from her.
Julius parted Arabella's legs and gently stroked her soft waist.
His goal was not ahead, but behind her, her anus.
Her anus was also thoroughly cleaned, and Julius's smile of satisfaction and malice appeared when he approached her.
"Master Unknown, I wonder if your ass can take what I'm about to give you?"
The thick and hard penis rubbed against the her ass, and the feeling of paralyzing weakness made Arabella unable to resist. She only frowned and met Julius's malevolent smile.
Julius lowered his eyelids, aimed at her anus, and there was no foreplay to expand it. He just pushed in forcefully and hard, as if a bayonet had been thrust into her belly.
Arabella made a faint humming sound and her hair was immediately grabbed by Julius, who pulled her up by the head: "Master Unknown, I never expected that you would be so perverted anus. You're really pushing it, holding on so hard that you can feel something. Is it comfortable? Does it feel good to be ridden like a dog?"
He called her by her title, yet his words dripped with humiliation, as if he took an almost perverse pleasure in it.
He vigorously rocked his hips, getting closer with each thrust, completely ignoring Arabella's life or death beneath him. He wanted to go all the way in, pushing his huge penis straight through and puncturing Arabella's intestines, firmly adhering her soft body to his aggressive penis.
This reckless, predatory thrusts resembles more of an expansion of territory, a posture of conquest—so arrogantly and cruelly humiliating the already defeated, surrendered foe.
Arabella's entire body was bound tight, the iron chains unbearably heavy—probably weighing several dozen pounds. Even on an ordinary man, they would be an unbearable burden.
In a state of complete numbness, Arabella was so weighed down by the chains that not even a single finger could stir.
Julius exerted all his strength on his waist, and the ferocious penis below him was almost fully buried, causing excruciating pain that made Arabella clutch the iron chains on either side of her tightly, her body involuntarily twisting as if it was a spasm caused by the extreme pain.
Yet, there was not a single sound of protest from Arabella.
She had been wounded countless times in her life, and had taken many bullets in her earlier years. Those pains seemed to be etched into her very bones and blood, and once stirred, would inevitably spill forth in torrents of blood.
Julius was intent on crushing Arabella's spirit with the full force of his brutality. Even if her anus was torn asunder, and his penis was covered with blood, it would not deter him from his merciless, executioner-like behavior.
In the midst of his exhilaration, the flames of desire burned ever more fiercely within him.
He could feel the blood-warmed dampness inside the walls of her anus, like an endless hellish sea of blood, threatening to swallow him whole.
Arabella had no strength to support herself and could only weakly rest on Julius's shoulder. Her thigh was red and swollen from the continuous slapping, and the movements were fast and deep, pushing all the way to the bottom each time before slowly pulling out, then ramming back in with force, as if punching through her sky.
Arabella narrowed her eyes, as if this kind of pain had become a numb existence. After the excruciating agony, her body swiftly adapted to the injury, as though it had learned to accept it.
"Master Unknown, look at your body, can every man fxxck you? Do you like me riding you like this?"
There was a loud "thud" as the body collided, as Arabella was pushed off balance by Julius's strength.
Seeing that Arabella refused to respond, Julius let out a malicious, wicked grin. "What? Are you still hoping Raven will come to your rescue?"
Noticing Arabella's unusual silence, Julius gritted his teeth and pushed himself forcefully, spilling out more blood. The more he did so, the more excited he became. The soft, wet feeling was so pleasurable that it sent a thrill up his spine.
"You've used him like a dog for so many years. Now that you're in trouble, he'd be glad to see you dead. If he wanted to save you, he'd have come already."
Arabella lowered her eyes, her damp hair falling in loose strands across her forehead. Her expression seemed to carry a hint of weariness.
"He will come."
"Come?" Julius laughed coldly. "You think because we call you 'Master Unknown' that you've become someone important?"
Julius reached out and forcibly flipped Arabella onto her back. With her hands bound by the iron chains, she could only weakly press her face against the bed, helpless, as he stepped on her, his foot pressing down coldly upon her.
Her waist was lifted up, her rounded hips were being mercilessly whipped by Julius, who was riding her make her like a dog.
After pulling a few times, Julius felt unsatisfied and grabbed the iron chain and directly strangled Arabella in her mouth, pulling her like a dog and mockingly saying, "Come on, Doggie Master Unknown, move it yourself. Tighten up your anus. Is it getting loose because I fxxcked it?"
However, Arabella clearly had no strength left to resist, unable even to shift her waist. After being injected with so many muscle relaxants, her entire body was in a state of numbness, every nerve tingling with a dull, aching sensation.
It was even more pleasurable for him than any previous sexual encounter.
Julius let out a contented grunt as the feeling of stepping on Arabella beneath his feet was simply too delightful.
Arabella's lack of resistance gave Julius a sense of both relief and contempt. He had once thought of her as a towering peak, unreachable and distant, but now that he had reached the summit, he found it to be nothing more than this.
After burying himself deep inside her body and wreaking havoc with reckless abandon, Julius comfortably ejaculated his hot semen inside her.
He slapped Arabella's anus recklessly, and Julius sat up, leaving a mess of red and white.
"Ouch, You've eaten so much. It looks like you're full now."
The vast bedsheet was soaked with blood, and the anus led straight to the intestines. Enduring such brutal thrusts and shocks, any ordinary person would have been writhing on the ground in unbearable pain, wishing for death to release them.
But throughout it all, Arabella did not let out a single sound of pain. Julius, curious to see if she had been so humiliated and tortured that she was weeping, leaned in close to her to take a look—
Arabella's eyes were calm, not a single tear in sight. It was as if the immense pain in her body had nothing to do with her.
Seeing Julius approaching, Arabella met his gaze steadily, her breath slightly labored as she asked, "What? Are you done playing?"
Julius was momentarily stunned, then realized that Arabella was truly tough as iron—seemingly indestructible. It seemed she still had value for him to continue playing with.
Julius indulged in his satisfaction for a moment. Without allowing anyone to treat Arabella's wounds, he threw her naked into the dog cage and locked her inside.
Arabella sat calmly inside the cage, blood still trickling from her wounds, yet she seemed utterly unconcerned.
The cage was placed in a bustling courtyard, where anyone passing by would point and stare, their contempt barely hidden.
Arabella remained unmoved. She had long since lost any sense of humanity, let alone the modesty of a woman.
From dawn until dusk, Julius, perhaps not wanting to end Arabella so quickly, had someone bring her food and water.
Arabella ate and drank ravenously. The blood beneath her had already congealed, her healing ability as strong as that of a wild beast.
In the dead of night, Arabella slowly opened her eyes, revealing a proud, cold smile.
The game had truly reached its end!
