17. Black Slave Spica’s Facesitting Play

“Now it’s your turn to make me feel good, isn’t it?”

The dark-skinned maid Spica removed her underwear and pressed Charlotte’s face between her thighs.

“Go on, lick my pussy.”

“Uuu… Guuuguuu… Uuuu—!!”

Charlotte desperately shook her head, trying to pull free from between Spica’s legs, but the black maid’s hands firmly held her golden-blonde head in place.

“Ahh, that feels so good ♡ Your Highness’s lips are trembling against my pussy. What a wonderful vibration. Aaah, I’m getting so wet.”

Transparent nectar slowly overflowed from Spica’s jet-black mound.

“Drink all of my juices, Your Highness—no, Charlotte. I’ll turn you into the finest flesh slave. Aah, yes… Yes, that’s it—!!”

Spica ground her petals against Charlotte’s lips over and over, then arched her supple body dramatically as she reached climax.

“U… Uuu… Uuu…”

The invincible Princess Knight Charlotte had tears streaming from her eyes as she sobbed. For someone who had lived as the proud Second Imperial Princess with a flawless life, being toyed with and brought to orgasm by mere maids like Spica and Capella was an unbearable reality.

“How long do you plan to cry like a maiden, Charlotte-sama? It may sound harsh, but you are now the lowest kind of flesh slave. Accept that fact.”

Black slave Spica scolded her in a stern voice.

“How dare you do this to me… Spica, Capella, I will never forgive either of you!”

Furious flames burned in her amber eyes.

“You still intend to resist? As expected of our princess. How strong-willed. I like it. I’ll have to tease you even more.”

“Silence, you black slave! How dare you do something like this to me—Gah!”

Spica’s bare black foot stomped down hard on Charlotte’s white solar plexus. The heel ground into the abdomen that had already been battered by Kakuda’s punches, causing excruciating pain that felt like it stopped her breath.

“Guaaah—!! Agaa…”

Her mouth opened wide as she wheezed painfully. The red-haired Capella beside her shrugged.

“Oh dear, Your Highness. You just said the one thing Spica hates most. I don’t know what’ll happen to you now.”

Spica’s black eyes blazed with rage.

“You called me a black slave, didn’t you? Indeed, I am a black slave woman bought with money. But you are the meat slave who gets toyed with by this black slave. I’ll teach you that properly.”

With that, Spica stripped off her clothes and straddled Charlotte’s face.

“S-Stop, Spica! What are you—!”

“What am I doing? It’s just facesitting play, of course.”

Spica’s large black ass descended onto Charlotte’s face. Her nose and mouth were completely sealed by the massive dark buttocks, cutting off her breath.

“Mguuu! Uuu—!!”

“Ufufufu, I can’t understand a word Your Highness is saying. Noble ladies at the top mustn’t speak so unclearly.”

Spica’s large labia and ass completely blocked Charlotte’s nostrils and mouth, making breathing impossible.

(I can’t breathe… I can’t breathe… It hurts… Please Spica, move your ass…!)

Charlotte’s lungs and diaphragm convulsed desperately. Her beautiful breasts rose and fell, her nipples hardening from the agony. Her heart pounded like a bell, but with both hands tied to the bed, she couldn’t push Spica away no matter how hard she tried. Only her legs were free, kicking and struggling wildly on the silk sheets.

Spica watched the sight with cold eyes. Gradually, the movements of Charlotte’s long, slender legs grew weaker. Her toes began to twitch and spasm. Only then did Spica finally lift her hips.

“Puhaaah—!!”

Charlotte gasped for air with her mouth wide open. In that instant—thud—Spica dropped her heavy ass right onto her face again. Charlotte’s protruding tongue was forced into Spica’s anus, and a strong bitter taste spread across her tongue.

“Aah, Your Highness, you mustn’t lick such a place. It’s beneath your dignity.”

Even as she spoke, Spica continued grinding her anus firmly against Charlotte’s well-shaped lips. The torment of suffocation began again.

“Fufufu, do you remember, Your Highness? Back when I was bought as a slave and became your servant…”

Spica twisted her sleek black body like a panther, her face flushed as she recounted her childhood days.

“With my black skin and black eyes, I was quite the rarity among the white Nordic people of the Empire, and I was purchased for a very high price.”

And so, as a black-skinned slave, she had been assigned to serve the Second Imperial Princess Charlotte.

“You used to play with me as your toy, remember? ‘Black horsey, go!’ You put a bit in my mouth and rode on my back like a horse, making me run through the palace corridors and courtyard. It feels like it happened just yesterday.”

The dark-skinned, dark-eyed Spica spoke to her former master from between her legs.

“I have never forgotten the burning, bitter taste of that humiliation for even a single day. So now, Your Highness, it’s your turn to be the horse. Hyah! Pa-pa-ka, pakka-pakka, pa-paka—!”

While maintaining the facesitting position, Spica ground her hips, rubbing her thick labia and anus hard against Charlotte’s nose and mouth. Each time, Charlotte’s breath was cut off and her heart felt like it would burst from the agony.

After repeatedly bringing Charlotte to the brink of death with facesitting, Spica moved on to the next act. She stood up on the bed and then dropped her full weight, slamming her large ass onto Charlotte’s face.

“Mguwaaa—!” A muffled scream rose from between Spica’s thighs.

“Fufu, what a nice scream. I wanted to hear that pathetic voice. Once more—ready, go!”

Thud—!

Spica’s massive ass slammed down onto Charlotte’s face again.

“Guwaaa—!!”

Then Spica spread her legs into a crouching position and began rhythmically slapping Charlotte’s face with her ass—pap pap pap pap pap—beating the seventeen-year-old girl’s face with steady slaps.

“There! Pound, pound, rice cake pounding~! So fun—! In Master Kakuda’s homeland of Japan, they have a New Year rice cake pounding ceremony. How is it, Your Highness? Are you having fun? Does my black ass feel good—?”

(Hngh, guah, agah… It hurts… It hurts… Stop… I can’t breathe… Spica… Please, forgive me…)

But her pleas were blocked by Spica’s large buttocks and never reached her. Even if they had, Spica had no intention of stopping.

“Do you remember how many times you sat on my small butt when you were a little princess? Of course you don’t. It’s the same with bullying. The one who steps on someone else’s foot never knows how much it hurts. But I remember it all! Those humiliating days… So, Your Highness, I’ll return what I felt back then a hundredfold!”

With the flames of revenge burning in her black eyes, Spica’s relentless facesitting barrage from her smooth black ass continued without end.

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