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Mario's butt is covered with uneven burn marks from the star weed, forming a distorted pattern on his skin. He struggles in pain on the ground, every movement of his body revealing endless agony and humiliation. His groans mix with the sound of friction on the ground, like a dirty pig rolling in the mud, trying to escape the relentless pain.
On the table, Mario curls up in agony, each burn feeling like merciless flames dancing on his skin. He feels every inch of his skin burning, the pain making it almost impossible to breathe. His face contorts with pain, emitting feeble groans filled with despair and humiliation. Deep inside, he feels deeply ashamed and humiliated. He used to be the hero of the Mushroom Kingdom, revered by all, but now he is like a pig abandoned in the mud, enduring ruthless humiliation and pain. This psychological torment is even more unbearable than the physical pain. His self-esteem feels ruthlessly trampled, and he is powerless to resist.
Whenever he tries to break free from this painful bondage and escape this crazy scene, the pain of those burn marks is like merciless iron chains, tightly binding him to this terrible reality. His eyes reveal a pleading look, but all around him, there are only mocking and indifferent gazes.
All this madness and humiliation almost crushes Mario's spirit. He struggles in pain, while also struggling psychologically to accept himself - a person deeply humiliated, yet seeking twisted pleasure in suffering. This conflicting emotion leaves him deeply confused and helpless, as if his inner self is trapped in an inescapable black hole.
Two beautiful women on the side looked at Mario's condition and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Their laughter echoed in the compartment, filled with coldness and mockery. They seemed to be enjoying the scene before them, showing no sympathy for Mario's pain, but rather finding it to be an extreme form of entertainment.
Princess Peach, on the other hand, sat quietly on the sofa, her eyes deep and indifferent, observing everything. There wasn't much change in her facial expression, just an occasional subtle smile that was hard to detect. She seemed to be appreciating the scene before her from the perspective of a bystander, enjoying the pleasure brought by power and control. For her, this crazy night was the stage for her to demonstrate absolute dominance.
In the frenzy, Princess Peach put on a pair of elegant high heels and casually raised her foot, inadvertently revealing a glimpse of her underwear. Wearing a sexy outfit, she sat there like a captivating painting. Every movement exuded an indescribable charm. Her graceful high heels accentuated her beautiful legs, especially the slightly exposed edge of her underwear, which led to irresistible imagination. The delicate fabric seemed to barely conceal her most intimate part, giving off a mysterious and alluring feeling.
What Mario found irresistible was the small patch of skin between Princess Peach's thighs and underwear, which felt both full and delicate, seemingly containing endless temptation. Every time she moved lightly, the flesh of her slender thighs in the gap would change, as if silently conveying some secret words to Mario. This scene deeply stimulated Mario's senses, accelerating his heartbeat and plunging him into an irresistible desire. Each moment was like a fatal temptation in Mario's eyes. His gaze was filled with greed and humiliation, irresistibly fixed on Princess Peach's captivating body. His mental state was like a beast driven by desire and a creature deeply humiliated, making him unable to break free from the inner conflict.
At this moment, two beautiful women playfully sat on Mario's back. In this absurd and crazy room, Mario seemed like a puppet being manipulated at will. The two women sat on his back with playful smiles, as if riding a tamed wild beast, their weight pressing down on Mario and making him feel suffocated.
One of the women lightly patted Mario's buttocks, each tap filled with disdain and mockery, as if scolding a mischievous puppy. The other woman gently patted Mario's cheeks, each touch full of contempt and ridicule, seemingly enjoying toying with him.
Mario's face was filled with an expression of pain and humiliation, each slap making his soul ache deeply. His breathing became rapid and difficult, each inhale feeling like a struggle against a heavy weight. His eyes weakly stared at the ceiling, but he also occasionally stole glances at Princess Peach, the flames of desire burning in his heart, both intense and painful.
At this moment, Princess Peach sat on the sofa, elegantly observing it all, her eyes carrying an inscrutable smile. She seemed like a queen on high, enjoying the madness before her. Whenever Mario's gaze met hers, she deliberately made enticing movements, further tormenting Mario's already confused mind.
The laughter and teasing actions of the beauties constantly echoed in Mario's ears, as if mocking his incompetence and pitifulness. They seemed to be enjoying humiliating Mario, with each action trampling on his dignity. And Mario, the former hero, now could only endure endless humiliation and pain in this crazy room.
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