She hated her captors, that was for sure. But there were no thoughts about Brittany who had to bear the brunt of it all. She had long since begun to take her sacrifice for granted.

Every time someone came to ** the princess, she would automatically assume that Brittany was there to make everything better. She would be safe for yet another day.

In Carol’s mind, this was her facing reality.

She had assumed that this was the best course of action for both the women. Although she couldn’t feel happy about her friend being raped every day or two, she had already accepted the fact that she couldn’t do anything about it. She was too afraid of being a victim herself if she tried to help her.

Carol felt deeply ashamed of herself after finding the truth in Zach’s words.

She had long since given up on fighting and was only thinking of survival even if she had to throw her maid under the bus for it.

Zach had called her out on it.

And he wasn’t wrong.

Carol rolled her hands into fists as if to gather up all the courage that had hidden itself somewhere during the time she had been held captive.

Her features turned sharp, and in her eyes, appeared that decisiveness that had previously been missing. Her whole being sparkled with an unbreakable resolve, and it seemed to have given her lifeless soul meaning.

For the first time since the two women had begun to live a life on the run, Carol was absolutely sure of something.

She was done ignoring Brittany’s plight.

She was done with standing on the side while Brittany was being tortured by unknown men in her place.

She was done with being the protected one.

For once she wanted to protect Brittany.

Her purity wasn’t of any use to her anyway. The dynasty she belonged to had long since been encroached on by the Hina empire. Since, there was no home to go back to and no hope of ever getting her status back, what use was her measly virginity.

She had therefore decided to share in Brittany’s pain and her burden. She wanted to tell her that there was no need to protect her anymore.

She walked in a poised manner with a determined look that left no room for ambiguity and kneeled at Zach’s feet.

Zach didn’t show it but there was a subtle smile at the corner of his lips that was trying its best to reveal itself to the world but was snuffed out. He knew that the two women were genuinely sincere towards one another in that moment and that they were going to pass the test he had so carefully prepared for himself.

Being haunted by one royal family, he was averse to trusting another without verification of their personality. If this one turned out to be just as spoiled and authoritative as the ones he knew, Zach might not have left them a way out.

While these thoughts were going through Zach’s mind, Carol had already assumed the perfect position to take his dragon in her mouth.

There was a disgusted look in her eyes, but she wiped it away with some determination and put a fake but homely smile on her bony face instead.

She raised her hand and grabbed the root of his shaft, parted her lips and brought it closer to the tip as if measuring if her tiny mouth would be able to take in such a giant member. .

She felt like her jaws would dislocate in the venture, but she was determined to go through with it.

Brittany on the other hand could not watch her princess having to go through such an ordeal. She screamed at the top of her lungs. The shriek that came out of her throat was nothing less than the wailing of grieving banshees, shrill beyond the hearing range of a normal human and full of heartfelt pain.

She was watching her dream being torn apart in front of her. There was no other way she could display her feelings at the moment.

All these years on the run, Brittany had dared not hope for anything for herself. Instead, she had put in all the effort to keep her princess safe from any defiling hands.

She had been able to keep her dream safe so far since the men they had encountered were all beasts who thought with their dicks, but this man seemed to be different. He was not interested in her body alone.

He seemed to be looking for something else.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have provoked the princess to this extent.

Although such thoughts were playing out in her mind, she was not in her right mind to follow any such line of thought. She was too shocked by what the princess was about to do. All that she had done over the years was about to go down the drain.

It broke her heart and made her want to slap some sense into the princess but her restraints weren’t getting loose no matter how hard she tried to free herself. They were just as unrelenting as they had been in the beginning.

Carol heard her maid’s frantic screams and turned her head towards her all the while keeping her hand wrapped tightly around Zach’s veiny cock that was too big for her mouth.

“You have been taking care of me for so long. Allow me to help you if only a little bit.” Carol was about to turn back towards the dick staring down at her tiny mouth as if excited to ravage and explore it, but she didn’t back down at all. She was ready for it, or at least she thought she was.

Either way, there was no turning back now. She was determined to follow her true feelings this time. Fear wouldn’t be able to deter her from acting on her impulse.

“I am sorry for not realizing it sooner. This should have come to me a long time ago, but I was too afraid. I should have shared your pain…maybe it would have been easier for both of us that way…”

Carol was saddened by how much resistance Brittany was showing towards her decision because it only showed how much Brittany cared about her.

“…You must have felt so alone all this time. I am truly sorry for not being able to give you a good life…but I can at the very least accompany you through the adversity life has thrown at us.”

Saying her piece Carol turned towards the giant cock waiting for her in all its excitement.

Unbeknownst to her, tears had already begun to trace silent paths down the cheeks of the maid who had worn the guise of a princess for countless years. Witnessing Carol’s genuine commitment, a surge of emotions overwhelmed her.

While moved by Carol’s selfless dedication, an indescribable pain gripped her from within, an ache that seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul. The dichotomy of emotions played out on her countenance as silent tears bore witness to the intricate layers of her internal struggles.

Brittany’s emotional turmoil resembled a fragile glass sculpture, beautifully crafted over time. The exterior, shimmering with the radiant colors of loyalty and sacrifice, showcased her unwavering dedication to Carol.

Yet, within the transparent structure, subtle fractures appeared, refracting the inner pain she tried to conceal. The delicate glass, a symbol of her emotions, bore the weight of conflicting sentiments, with tears acting like imperceptible cracks threatening to shatter the intricately constructed fa?ade.

The sculpture, once pristine, now held the dichotomy of devotion and hidden anguish, a fragile masterpiece on the verge of revealing its underlying fragility.

Brittany’s soul was like a fragile porcelain vase, teetering on the edge of an abyss, as she confronted the imminent desecration of her beloved princess.

Each passing moment echoed like the haunting chime of a breaking piece, resonating within the recesses of her heart.

The impending violation cast a dark shadow over the delicate structure of her emotions, causing the once-sturdy vessel to quiver with an overwhelming sense of helplessness.

As the seconds ticked away, it was as if the vase’s delicate surface was being etched with the scars of despair, the impending destruction, mirroring the disintegration of Brittany’s entire being.

She hated Zach…or at least she wanted to hate him…but a part of her couldn’t bring herself to do it.

A tempest of conflicting emotions raged within Brittany, torn between the fierce desire to despise Zach and an inexplicable reluctance rooted in a deeper realm of her consciousness.

Hatred, like a tempest, surged through her veins, fueled by the imminent violation of her cherished princess.

Yet, amidst the tumultuous storm, a hesitant whisper echoed in the corridors of her heart, questioning the authenticity of her animosity.

It was as if an invisible force resisted the full embrace of hatred, leaving her entangled in a web of conflicting sentiments that gnawed at the edges of her resolve.

Whatever Zach had done to the two women, it had brought her to be even closer to Carol, something that she had possibly been dreaming about without even knowing about it.

This newfound closeness, an unexpected consequence of turmoil, resonated within Brittany’s soul, offering a sense of connection she might have secretly yearned for, albeit hidden in the recesses of her subconscious.

As Brittany observed Carol’s unwavering commitment and selflessness, conflicting emotions surged within her. A profound joy blossomed in her heart, akin to discovering an unexpected treasure in the midst of chaos.

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