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Mario exposed his humiliation and shame in the mocking laughter of Princess Peach and the two beautiful women. His voice was hoarse, mixed with snot, tears, and saliva, wet and messy on his face, creating a miserable scene. His eyes shimmered in tears, appearing incredibly fragile and humiliated.
At the same time, the two women's touches on him became more urgent and wild. Their fingers moved quickly on Mario's sensitive lower body, bringing wave after wave of stimulation and pleasure. These sensations intertwined in Mario's body, giving him an unprecedented sense of crazy pleasure, as if at that moment his body and soul were thoroughly invaded.
Mario's brain feels like it's being heavily pounded by a giant battering ram, causing his rationality to become increasingly blurred. Every touch and caress further confuses his consciousness, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably in endless pleasure, unable to control his reactions. His mind struggles between this extreme pleasure and humiliation, seemingly searching for an escape but unable to resist this insane temptation.
In this madness and chaos, Mario's inner self seems to have completely surrendered to this extreme sensory enjoyment. Though tears stream down his face, an involuntary twisted smile appears at the corner of his mouth, as if finding some distorted joy in this chaos and pain.
Mario struggles in extreme pleasure and pain. The hands of two beautiful women are rubbing vigorously on his lower body, bringing stimulation that makes his senses feel like a ball of fire, as if he could ignite at any moment. Mario's body, under this intense sensory stimulation, can hardly control itself. His breathing is rapid, and every gasp carries an uncontrollable desire.
In this chaotic pleasure, he loses control and cries out loudly, "So good! So good! I... can't take it anymore!" This statement seems to arouse an even stronger desire and sense of control in Princess Peach.
Princess Peach's high heels are like tools of execution, each step carrying a destructive force. Her feet relentlessly press down on Mario's head, each step accompanied by a violent collision between Mario's skull and the tabletop. These heavy blows are like merciless iron hammers, repeatedly striking Mario's head, each one causing him deep pain and panic.
Under this merciless trampling, Mario's head feels as if it's about to be crushed, the intense pain contorting his face. He feels as if his skull is on the verge of shattering under this continuous barrage. Each collision between his skull and the tabletop sends shockwaves through his brain, the sensation of agony piercing his mind. His vision becomes blurry, and the sounds around him seem distorted and distant in this agony.
At the same time, the beautiful women's hands continued to rub vigorously at his sensitive area, causing a stimulation that made his body uncontrollably produce a physiological response even in pain. This chaotic experience made him feel incredibly ashamed, but beneath the shame, there was a difficult-to-express twisted pleasure. His breathing was rapid and heavy, his heart beating violently as if it could jump out of his chest at any moment.
With each step of Princess Peach, Mario's mind and body experienced unprecedented torment. In this extreme pain and pleasure, he felt his deep desires and perverse nature completely liberated. In this twisted game, Mario was no longer the hero everyone knew, but completely surrendered to Princess Peach and the beautiful women, and all his self-esteem and dignity were completely destroyed in that moment.
Every impact of Mario's face against the tabletop brought a taste of rusty blood to his mouth. His face no longer displayed the heroic demeanor of the past, but rather a chaotic mix of blood, mucus, tears, and saliva. Each time his face lifted again, the pungent stench of acid and rust seemed to declare to him that he had become a plaything in the hands of Princess Peach and the beauties.
Mario's nasal cavity and mouth were filled with the taste of his own blood, a taste that spread across his tongue, making him feel nauseous. Yet, in this physical and mental torment, he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. He knew that this painful experience was the moment when his hidden perverse desires were being fulfilled.
Mario's every facial impact on the desktop is accompanied by the extreme physical pain. His face continues to be struck, and under the continuous pressure, his skin and body have deep bruises, and even blood begins to seep from the tiny tears. This physical torment leaves a deep imprint on his nerves every time, as if each blow has left an indelible mark on his face.
But in this extreme pain, Mario feels a different meaning of life. Every pain and humiliation stirs a strange sense of excitement deep in his soul. He feels that his life becomes more vivid in this crazy environment, and each impact makes him more keenly aware of his own existence.
Mario's physical pain has become a source of his alternative understanding of life. In this state of extreme pain and humiliation, he discovered a certain need and desire deep within his soul. This desire is not just a release of the body, but also a profound exploration of self-awareness in the mind. Through this experience of pain and shame, he not only felt the limits of the body, but also experienced another possibility of life.
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