Beyoncé Line: The Prince of Wales and the Duke of York's Evil Corruption

Prince of Wales drifted into a dream, a long and arduous period of bondage and training. Finally, the training was successful, and Prince of Wales returned to the Commander's side, their hearts in sync, living a happy and sweet life. But during a pleasant rope play session, after binding her, the Commander packed her into a box and sold her to a slave club, turning her into a permanent sex toy, never to see each other again. "Wuwuwuwu?!" Prince of Wales woke up in terror. Just as she tried to speak, she found a crimson, hollowed-out gag ball stuffed into her mouth. The gag was large, making it difficult for her to breathe. Two straps secured the gag behind her head, while two more ran up her delicate nose, converging into one strap that went over her eyebrows, along her hairline, and finally connected to the straps at the back of her head. Her exquisite chin was also tethered by a strap, making her look like a mare with a bit. Saliva dripped from the holes of the gag, a deeply humiliating sight. "Wuwuwununu?!" I, what is this?! Right, I was violated until I passed out... This, this is?! Prince of Wales was groggy and confused. She tried to move her body, and a piercing pain shot through her lower half. Prince of Wales's delicate body trembled as she realized she had been bound to a wooden horse. Her exposed cunt and anus were perfectly positioned on the sharp, iron-edged back of the horse. Various instruments were connected around the wooden horse, their purpose unknown. "Hnnnunununu?!" I, my clothes? Ugh, it hurts so much down there?! What, what is happening?! Why? I, why am I on this thing?! Prince of Wales's delicate body was still clad in her previous black officer's uniform, though the jacket had been removed, revealing a white chiffon blouse and a fitted women's vest. Her bra was torn off, exposing her firm, jade-like breasts, each adorned with a nipple ring from which two tinkling bells hung. Her jade hands, clad in black silk gloves, were still bound behind her neck in a W-shape. Below her rope-bound, slender waist, her black pleated mini-skirt was gone, leaving nothing but black silk stockings. Her long, shapely legs were tightly bound with ropes, folded at the thigh and calf. Her laced high-heeled boots still encased her naturally perfect black silk feet. "Guwuunnn!!!" As Prince of Wales gradually regained sensation, she felt a chill in her lower body and realized with immense shame that she was completely exposed. She desperately twisted her bound body in humiliation. Her large, white breasts bounced with her movements, the bells on her nipples chiming. "Wuwuwu?!" It, it hurts so much?! What kind of perverted device is this?! Wuwu, I, I need to get down quickly... Prince of Wales's cunt and anus were abraded by the wooden horse, causing a stinging pain. She frantically twisted her bound body from side to side, trying to escape. However, her cunt and anus felt a tearing pain. Two thick dildos had been inserted into her nether regions, one into each lip. Her undeveloped anus, in particular, was completely filled by a large, threaded pearl-shaped massager, stretching her anus painfully and making it feel swollen, as if it were about to split. This forced Prince of Wales's bound body to remain completely still. The only thing she could do was clench her legs tightly, which slightly reduced the stimulation. "Wuu?! Wuuunununu~!" Huh?! Down there, down there is going to be pierced? Is, is anyone there?! Hurry, hurry and let me down!!! It hurts so much~ I, I can't hold on anymore ahhhh!!! Fully awake, Prince of Wales faced utter despair. She endured the intense pain, clenching her black silk legs to maintain her position on the wooden horse. When she tried to kick her legs, she discovered that metal shackles locked her ankles, still encased in high-heeled boots, to the sides of the wooden horse. Her slender, swan-like neck was fitted with a collar, connected to a chain that was tethered to the horse's head, forcing her body forward and her firm, perky buttocks high into the air. Poor Prince of Wales's delicate body was rigidly fixed, unable to move at all, with no room to struggle. "Wuohohohohohohohohooo!!!"

"Ugh, hmm?!" The next morning, HMS Prince of Wales awoke from an extremely uncomfortable sleep, and the moment she regained consciousness, she felt a tearing pain in her lower body. "Ngh?!" It hurts down there?! What, what happened to me?! Right, I was locked onto the wooden horse by those perverts and forced to reach fifteen orgasms... Prince of Wales's head throbbed. She tried hard to recall what happened last night, but her memory seemed to stop after the fourth orgasm on the wooden horse. She remembered nothing of what happened afterward, only the intermittent aches throughout her body reminding her of the inhuman torture she endured yesterday. "Mmm~!" My mouth feels so swollen?! Damn it, this disgusting little thing~ I can't control my drool... Prince of Wales found herself sprawled on a leather sofa in the training room. She instinctively tried to struggle to her feet, and immediately felt the tautness of ropes tightening all over her body. It was then that Prince of Wales realized she was still tightly bound by ropes, her mouth still stuffed with a bright red, hollow gag, rendering her incapable of speaking anything but muffled cries. Saliva was uncontrollably dribbling out, and it seemed that during her unconsciousness, her entire body had been cleaned and her clothes changed. The thought of her body being completely exposed to those perverts filled Prince of Wales with intense shame. Prince of Wales had been dressed in a white, off-the-shoulder, high-neck, bustier-style racing girl bodysuit. The entire outfit was exceptionally revealing, with so little fabric that it could barely contain her full, large breasts. Fortunately, the dense ropes binding her from the outside provided some coverage, crisscrossing to secure her nipples and constricting her soft breasts into sections. Her fair, slender arms, adorned with black silk gloves with white lining, were bound behind her by ropes along

"Ooooh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh?!" The two beauties let out screams of despair, one wave higher than the other. The commander waiting outside the door suddenly found the moans familiar and, without a second thought, kicked the door open and rushed in. The tremendous noise of the door being kicked in startled everyone in the room. The commander, upon entering, was stunned by the scene before him. There stood the long-lost Prince of Wales and the recently missing Duke of York, their bodies clad in the "racing girl" skins the commander had spent a fortune on for the two sisters – one white, one black. Their slender legs were encased in alluring white and black stockings, their delicate feet locked into matching twelve-centimeter high heels. Their hands, gloved in silk, were bound behind their backs with ropes, and their slender legs were tied together from the thighs down to their ankles and heels. Round gags were stuffed into their mouths, rendering them speechless. They were currently surrounded by three men, who were relentlessly thrusting their massive cocks into the mouths, honey holes, and rear ends of the Prince of Wales and the Duke of York. The thrusting caused the two to roll their eyes back, their honey holes oozing nectar uncontrollably. The scene was utterly depraved. "Oh oh oh oh oh oh?!" Commander! Save, save me~ Wooooh-oh-oh?! The Prince of Wales was the first to spot the commander. Her eyes, previously vacant and unfocused, suddenly blazed with hope. She knew, she just knew, the commander wouldn't abandon her. Now, finally, the commander had come to rescue her. "Guh-hng-wuwuwu!!!" Wuwu! Commander! Are you here to save me? Wuu~ I, I won't dare to act recklessly again~ The Duke of York also cried out with hopeful anticipation. In just a few short days, she had endured inhuman training. Even as a ship girl, she was nearing her breaking point. She regretted her actions immensely, but thankfully, the commander had finally arrived... Perhaps, this was the Prince of Wales's fate for the rest of her life. Bound by endless training and ropes, repeatedly brought to the brink of ecstasy until she was utterly broken. In another ship girl's restroom adjacent to the Prince of Wales', the Duke of York, with her pink hair, was dressed in a black off-the-shoulder cheongsam with gold trim. Her fair arms were adorned with long black silk gloves, and her slender legs were wrapped in black silk garter stockings. Her delicate feet were shod in black, gold-patterned high heels, several inches high. Her silk-gloved hands were bound tightly behind her back in a Y-shaped, European-style straight-