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Princess Peach became increasingly violent, seemingly completely immersed in tormenting Mario at that moment. She forcefully drove her high heels deep into Mario's throat, mercilessly berating him: "You think you can escape, little piglet? I'm not done playing yet!" Her words were filled with intense anger and passion, as if she were enjoying the pleasure of control and abuse.
Mario's mind and body had reached the brink of collapse. Under this extreme torment, his body began to react instinctively. A large amount of nauseating vomit gushed from his tortured throat, his mouth and nasal passages filled with a burning agony that was almost unbearable.
Princess Peach felt a warm sensation on her high heels and a sly smile appeared on her face. She immediately pressed down hard on Mario's mouth, preventing the disgusting vomit from spewing out. Her actions seemed to tell Mario that even in this extreme pain, he could not escape her control and abuse.
Mario felt extreme suffocation and pain, his eyes wide with despair and pleading. His body struggled under Princess Peach's iron grip, but every effort was in vain. Under Princess Peach's merciless control, Mario's condition became extremely dire. His mouth was full of vomit, the nauseating stomach acid and undigested food churning inside, making it impossible for him to swallow or cough it out. Mario's face was filled with pain and despair, his eyes bloodshot with panic, as if he was deeply tortured.
Under the continuous pressure of the high heels in " Princess Peach," Mario's airway was blocked, and the nauseating substance had nowhere to go but to rush towards the only exit - his nostrils. A large amount of vomit forcefully sprayed out from his narrow nostrils, carrying a pungent sour smell and a foul odor. This scene is both terrifying and gruesome, making it unbearable to look at.
In this extreme agony, Mario felt his consciousness gradually fading. His body no longer belonged to him, but became an object played with by Princess Peach and the beautiful women. Under this torturous torment, Mario felt his dignity and humanity being gradually stripped away, leaving only exposed instincts and deep humiliation.
When Mario's vomit gushed out of his nostrils, three beautiful women screamed in panic. Princess Peach's face turned angry and disgusted as she scolded Mario: "You little pig! How could you spew like that!" As she spoke, she disgustingly shook her arms and legs, which had been splattered with Mario's vomit, her face showing a look of disgust and anger.
At this moment, the two women seemed to want to retaliate against Mario by increasing the friction on his lower body. Their movements became more intense and ruthless, as if they wanted to turn Mario's humiliation and pain into physical punishment. Their hands slid quickly back and forth on Mario's sensitive areas, each touch causing Mario to feel waves of stimulation and pain.
Mario is now in an unprecedented humiliation, his face is full of dirty liquid, his body is twisting under the hands of the beautiful women, experiencing extreme pleasure on one hand and deep humiliation in his soul on the other.
In this extreme erotic game, Mario is in a complex psychological state, where pain and pleasure constantly intertwine, as if an invisible sword is constantly stabbing in his heart. His body is twisting under the hands of the beautiful women, and every touch is like playing with his nerves, bringing extreme pleasure and deep pain at the same time.
Mario's facial expression is twisted and unbearable, his eyes filled with tears of pain, yet at the same time revealing an uncontrollable pleasure. Every breath he takes is a mixture of pain and joy, and he feels his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred under this extreme sensation. His soul feels hollowed out, leaving only the sensations of his body, as if he has become a purely physical existence, forgetting all morality and self-respect.
Under the torment of Princess Peach and the beauties, Mario becomes like a completely tamed wild beast, only able to wander between pain and pleasure, powerless to break free. His existence seems to only serve to satisfy their desires and abuse, and all of his self has been thoroughly erased.
Princess Peach's expression was filled with cruelty and dignity. She forcefully pushed Mario's dazed face onto the table, which was filled with the chaos and stench of vomit. She stepped her high-heeled foot into the mess, leaving deep imprints in the viscous substance. Princess Peach's voice was cold and commanding, as if dealing with a lowly creature.
"Piglet, clean up the mess you made for me!" Her tone was unforgiving. "I want to see this table as clean as it was when it arrived! And my feet too, spotless!"
Under this absolute command, Mario's consciousness seems to have completely disappeared. He is like a soulless shell, moving mechanically. His face is buried in the vomit, his tongue sliding across the table, licking the nauseating mixture without any sensation. His actions show no hesitation or resistance, as if this has become his only purpose for existence.
Princess Peach looks down at Mario with contempt and indifference in her eyes, watching him clean her shoes and the table like a well-trained animal. Her feet lightly tread on his face, each step a trampling of his dignity. Mario's spirit is completely shattered in this moment, leaving only endless humiliation and pain.
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