The Adventures of Magical Princess Makina

Whether the deputy warden (Serafi) or the warden (Gardov) liked it, the treatment remained almost unchanged.

The sun rises unchanged every day to illuminate the world, and the darkness of the underground alone brings in the morning, and life as a prisoner begins again today.

(It's the first time I've ever thought 'I wish I hadn't come in the morning'....)

I can't expect anything on a new day.

It was only natural that my heart should feel rough after all these days. There is nothing like entertainment, but when it comes to resting, it's like eating or sleeping.

It's a simple bed, but you don't feel the pain or anxiety of the future while you're asleep.

Although the meal is not bad enough, the guards will not train you, and there is also pleasure in anticipating what the offering will be today and what dinner will be.

But even the little fun that Makina found in jail would be tainted.

It's time for dinner.

"Eh... Ga, Warden Gardov....."

Only that day did Gardov bring meals to the cage in Makina.

Normally, regular guards would feed the prisoners. Why bother, the warden (top) himself.

Without answering Makina's mysterious questions, Gardov inserts a basin (tray) with hard bread and thin soup from the gap below the grid.

I was wondering if there was something, but I couldn't help but get up from the bed where I was sitting trying to get the meal I had been given.

"Oops. Wait there, Makina. I'm going to finish you off with a" topping ". I'll give you special precious nutrients...!

"Gee...!? ♥"

That said, Gardov lowered his uniform trousers slightly and took out a fat, long thing hanging on his crotch, as in the case of the Ilamatio he had made Makina do before.

The meat stick gets hard with Makina's erotic body in front of it, and even though it's early in the morning, it's stiff in the bin.

Are you going to let me do my blowjob again? Are you going to rape me in the morning? That prediction made the crest tingle - Gardov started shikoshiko and shikoshiko with his own hands without touching Makina.

"Nh, what are you doing, Warden Gardov... ♥"

"I'm doing it for you. Kukuku... You still look beautiful today and have a lewd body...! I'm looking forward to a day when I can have raw ham sex...!

The busy warden intended to fully enjoy Makina's limbs once the work he was standing up for had been completed.

With such a "reservation", the womb reacts with anticipation ♥, and even though it is still a future ahead, the vagina of the princess gets moist. I hate the lewd marks that show the shallow slut (bitch) 's own physical reaction, but I can't resist the passion. Your majestic dick is nailed again.

In the meantime, Gardov keeps rubbing the meat rod quickly with his big hands while gazing at Makina's rich limbs. Immerse yourself in masturbation.

Eventually, from the urethra, which was overflowing with endurance juice, a cloudy male smell of semen was spit out ♥ bubububururururu ♥.

"Nhh...!?

Immediately afterwards, Makina screams small.

Because the semen that was fired into the air and depicted parabolas fell in line with gravity - and the massive amount of lewd lewd juice was poured into Makina's breakfast by the most squeezed middle-aged semen in the morning.

"What a thing....! Please, exchange it...!

"What are you talking about? No prisoner" refills "or changes or exchanges of offerings are permitted. Don't think you can be luxurious to a sinner. Whether you have ingredients you don't like or you can semen them, eat them properly. If you can't eat and leave it, you just have to dispose of it."

"Ugh, gu... ♥"

Gardov commands Niyaniya with a mean smile.

I don't want to talk about cuisine made with a man's semen. Even though you're in an emotional state with a sexy crest, it's not the same story as cumming inside your mouth at the end of the meat stick service. I have a different disgust than usual.

However, it is difficult for me to go to jail today without breakfast or to train in cerafi. Even though he was hungry in a poor prisoner's life, skipping a meal was a terrible pain for Makina today.

"... now, what do we do? Eat or not, be clear...!

"This, this... ♥ It's awful... ♥"

He protests against Gardov by dyeing his face red, but resists him meaninglessly, the top class in this great prison.

"If you don't eat, just throw it away," Gardov grabs the edge of the basin and pulls it out into the aisle.

Makina spoke out impatiently when she saw a few sources of nutrient replenishment take her precious breakfast away.

"I see...! I'll eat it... ♥ Please don't take it... ♥"

And I say it. After receiving a semen coated meal, Princess Grandell declared it in her own mouth.

Hearing the words at the end of shame and conflict, Gardov smiled ugly with Nimmari and put the basin back into the cage.

"I wish I had been honest with you from the beginning.... Hora, eat quickly. Crawl on all fours and look like a dog...! Don't use your hands or spoons...!

"Uu, uug... ♥"

Makina was about to sob in tears at Gardov's insidious remarks.

However, I endured to meet Tet, who was supposed to be waiting for me to return, and to return to where I should have gone. If you don't show your tears lightly, you will endure desperately.

Then you crawl on the cold floor. Slowly head to the iron lattice as the chains of cuffs whistle. Walk on the same four-legged trail as wildlife, approaching the basin where breakfast is served.

"Uhh...!

As you get closer, the smell of squid that has just ejaculated drifts over your face unexpectedly. The semen sticks to the bread and floats like a jellyfish on the liquid surface of the soup.

Eat this. And without using both hands, you stick your face in like a feeding dog.

Carefully, there were no tools (cutlery) such as spoons or forks that should normally be provided with meals.

"Hahhhhhhhhhhhh...! ♥"

"If we don't hurry, we'll be out of time for dinner. Eat up...! You must be hungry!

"Uuuu... ♥"

Crawl on all fours, lower your posture in a way that reminds you of your seat, shake your long blonde hair, and approach a semen-coated meal.

The unpleasant smell of drifting. Male juice topping that makes you nauseous even if you just stare at it. I can't even imagine the taste in the first place, being attacked by despair.

But I can't help but eat it. I was weakened in a big prison, and I couldn't fall in the middle of my heart.

And...

"... ahhhh ♥ ngu ♥ mo ♥ uhhh ♥ uhh ♥ uhhhh ♥ uhhhh ♥ uhhhh ♥"

The taste was unimaginable.

To put it simply, it's 'tasty'. I knew that. But I didn't think it tasted so bad.

The details are incredibly bitter and smelly, and the feeling is like an oak runny nose, so it doesn't stick.

I've had semen poured into my mouth several times in my journey. However, at that time, the effect of the crest was exerted to the fullest extent, and excitement was preferred to discomfort, and I had the illusion that the semen was like a sweet dew pouring down from heaven.

But the situation is different now. Even though the crest is throbbing, I'm not out of my mind and out of my mind.

Above all, it is consumed with normal ingredients such as bread and soup rather than semen alone. Just knowing the taste of ordinary bread and soup highlights the discomfort of the semen and accentuates the discomfort.

"Ngu ♥ uug ♥ uug ♥... Ngu, Mo... ♥ Ha... ♥ Ha... uugh, uugh ♥ Phew... ♥"

It is contained in the mouth, chewed as quickly as possible to avoid taste, and because I don't want to smell it, I try to swallow it without breathing.

However, the tongue feels more bitter than tomatoes, and the intense smell penetrates through the nose. The texture of the high-viscosity semen jelly and the unpleasant throat over the mouth hurt Makina. With Gardov looking down on me, I feel like throwing up.

"Kuhahahaha...! How does it feel to crawl on the floor and eat semen in jail? The feeling that you're tasting the bottom of the human body right now...!

"Fuuu ♥ Fuuu ♥ Mugu ♥ Ngu ♥ Uuuu ♥ Hum ♥ Ngu...! ♥"

With tears on her eyes, her face turns bright red with shame and remorse, and proceeds to the worst meal of her life.

While royal, he can't use dishes or hands, sticks his face into bowls and plates, and eats breakfast in the same outfit as his dog. And fresh semen all over the food.

When such an unusual state is observed and expressed in objective terms, Makina becomes unconsciously excited with shame and torment.

Nothing but physical stimulation, such as hand manipulation or chest rubbing, brings pleasure. Gardov has not touched a finger, but the semen his stick spits out creates pleasure just by crawling on the floor to eat food covered with his semen. The sexy crest shines, and the love juice drips from the princess's vagina.

"Ugu ♥ uhhhhh ♥ ahh ♥ uhhhhh ♥ Nh, I'm going to cum...! ♥"

And Makina can't breathe again and again (...), and she's about to spit out what she ate.

But if you really vomit, instead of being able to consume nutrients, you will consume extra energy - suffering from excitement and emotion, but finally eating perfectly.

I managed to put all the meals I was given into my stomach. I managed to survive the experience of hell with my mental strength.

"Oh, you ate without leaving...! I thought it would scatter the gelo...... if you're a bitch who loves semen so much, why don't you just try three meals of semen every day from now on? Fuhahaha!

Gardov makes a fool of Makina, desperately finished eating, and laughs softly at him for "being a lewd pervert."

I ate it because I was told to. I put up with it because I would be undernourished if I didn't eat it.

If you flatten the worst meal, you'll be looked down on it. Makina found it too tyrannical and grossly irrational.

"Ugh...! ♥ Ngu ♥ Ugh, fuuu... ♥"

And then you give out a nasty, squid-stinking gep (giggle).

At the Grand Palace, I enjoyed a sumptuous and delicious meal carefully mannered. I felt the difference in what was going on in the jail - a tear fell out of my eyes.

I've finished the worst breakfast I've ever had and my boring prison hours have passed.

"It's lunch waiting," the other inmates said, looking forward to in the cage. But when I remember the morning eating torture (eater), Makina feels sick.

I was traumatized in the middle of the day, and every time a meal came out in the future, I just looked at the bread and I almost remembered what happened this morning.

"Hi, Makina. How are you today?

"Serafi, deputy warden....."

And then, the "seed of trouble" comes again.

The warden (Gardov) and deputy warden (Serafi) are watching and there is no escape for Makina. Having consulted with the other guards, I don't think there are any chivalrous staff who can give opinions to the top and number two of the prison.

Serafi, the cause of Makina's head troubles, stood in front of the iron lattice in a good mood.

Makina stands up and wonders if she's going to make another sexual joke. She's a sadistic woman, even though she can't put semen over lunch. They will chase you, physically and mentally, beyond your imagination.

But this time, it wasn't "for that purpose."

"Your" cohabitant "is back from the punishment cell.... Hora, come in."

Serafi has a chain in his hand. Looking closely, there were many male guards behind her and around her.

Surrounded by them - with blue hair upside down and temples (side) and neck (back) cut short - tall male inmates entered the cage with Makina.

"Eh...."

Though slender, a closer look reveals the muscles that have been forged as they push up the prisoners' clothes. He was a man with a nose line, sharp and vicious eyes, and an atmosphere reminiscent of a sharp knife or saber. It also reinforces the impression that all the eyebrows have been shaved off.

………………

When such a strong man comes into the same cell, he is glanced at, and Makina is constrained.

Perhaps, no doubt, he was the one in this cell, ahead of Makina.

But before Makina was imprisoned in Alca Trust, there was some trouble, and the outlaw was in jail.

"If you don't like living in a jail cell like a cramped toilet, don't let it get out of you again, Heyver.... and I don't care how you taste Makina... don't kill her.

Makina hears the words Serafi whispers to Heyver. Your spine is frozen and your face is bluishing and trembling even though it's not cold.

However, he could scream, or even spit out a single breath.

If you behave badly, you could be killed. If you lose your mood, you don't know what you're going to do.

"... I wouldn't do that."

However, the prisoner Heyver replied briefly with a tenuous low voice, as he denied Serafi's advice and Makina's fear.

In fact, he only sent a look at his new cohabitant (Makina) once, without showing any particular reaction. He fell asleep in bed like the other inmates, without being as excited or looking at the horny, horny eyes of the estrus.

"Hmm. He doesn't have any love.... goodbye, Makina. Get along with Senpai.

"Eh... Yes....."

In this way, the iron lattice is tightly closed, and the heavy lock is tightly locked.

Previously, Heyver was in a prison cell, so he was practically in a single room in Makina.

But the hiver is back. Makina, a princess with a crest of debauchery, is going to live in the same room as the male prisoner in front of her.

(What sin did this man commit...)

Heyva, who is lying in bed with her back to Makina, seems to be a quiet cohabitant so far. I'm not even interested in greeting or talking to Makina.

But I don't know what you're thinking in your heart.

Surrounded by anxiety and fear, Makina cheeked off a tasteless lunch, feeling intense stress.

That night.

The time has come to turn off the lights after dinner, which is relatively voluminous but unchanged from being simple.

The basement is wrapped in dark nights, and nothing can be heard except the sleepy inmate Ibiki.

The moonlight does not tear apart the humid darkness. The stone ceiling looks blurry in the dark, just a little further open.

Under these circumstances, Makina was desperately holding out her voice as she struggled with her sore pubic marks in her lower abdomen.

"Fuu... ♥ uu... ♥ nh... ♥"

Sexual gaze from prisoners who attack themselves physically and mentally every day. A caress from Serafi. And the blowjob service to Gardov and the food zer. Those sexual stimuli continued, but the vagina was not raped, so the appetite dissatisfaction reached its limit.

Until today, I had no choice but to put up with the fire until morning, because I never went out of the cage and no one else came in.

But from tonight, there's someone living with me. There is a hiver lying on his bed in a shared room, just before Makina sleeps.

You must be conscious of him, and because of the crest, the princess's pork hole begs for a meat stick.

But you can never seduce someone you just met - a bad guy who commits a felony and goes to jail and goes to jail for breaking the rules in that prison.

That's why I chewed my back teeth and tried not to think about my lower body as much as possible, so I put the futon over my head and went to sleep.

(... dick ♥ dick wanting ♥ pussy aching ♥ at least my fingers ♥ masturbating ♥ masturbating ♥)

My head is dyed pink and cut. It was dominated by the same level of agony as adolescent boys, who could not be considered a clear princess. The lewd crest that brings such an idea has the feeling of being sucked up like a magnet, whether it recognizes the presence of the hiver sleeping in the adjacent bed.

At Square School, I was also sensing the presence of Chemie, the second daughter of the Heinez family, who was raped in the gym warehouse, and Keith, an idiot with overflowing libido.

It is the same this time. In search of thick semen, the crest reacts to Hever, and Makina unconsciously moves around in the blanket... ♥ Mozo ♥, slowly shaking her hips back and forth.

"Fuuu ♥ fuu... nh ♥ nh... ♥ ♥"

When I do this over and over again, my sexy marks don't settle down. Instead, you become aware of sex, which only increases your sexual desire.

But I can't stop it. If I hadn't swayed my hips and rubbed my feet together, I would have been immersed in naked masturbation (masturbation) in the jail with my hands in my crotch. Until then, the thirst for leprechauns was close to the limit of Makina's appetite.

"I don't know what to do... Are you asking me out?

"Hih...!? ♥"

Suddenly, Makina screams in a small voice whispered in her ear.

Did they find out? When did you get up from bed and get close? Are you strangled just for "disturbing sleep"?

In an instant, countless thoughts ran around, and it was thought that even horse lights could run through. Heyver, a cellmate, stripped Makina's blanket and became a horseman.

"Hyiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Raped. Makina, who understands, screams and refuses, but leaks only a sweet voice. Without asking the guards for help, I let my eyes melt with expectations. The crest shines, and the erotic pussy and the princess's womb are ready.

"Hehahahaha! I can't convince you to look so sketchy! Heyver is an idiot too...! I can't believe you slept in front of such a pornographic woman without raping her!

"Eh...!? ♥"

In that word, and in that expression, Makina felt uncomfortable in her rage.

Something's wrong with Heyver. When I came into this cage during the day, it looked quiet.

But now I'm laughing naughtily with a tall voice, laughing weaponically with Niyaniya, and showing strange excitement.

Look at the bed next to Makina. There's nobody there. There is no mistake. Now the man on the bed holding his wrist is definitely Hever himself.

Is this the nature of Hever? In that case, the state is too different.

"Ah, you... ♥ Who the hell are you...? ♥"

I remember the White Wizard. Someone who led himself (Makina) to Square School and was a factor in his incarceration. He (her?) The tone and condition were also unstable, and countless first-person names were used.

Makina herself felt that it was a strange question and asked the man who tried to push her down and rape her.

"My name is' Lucille '....! This is the" Killer "who cut 50 people in London...! On behalf of Hever, who hates to talk, I'm not going to have fun because I'm so cute that I'm dying!

On the forehead of the thug named "Lucille" using Hever's face and body, a shiny "pattern" - ancient magical Gervais - was engraved.