Chapter 106 – The Saint Is Broken (6)
Rope.
An object made of tough, coarse hemp.
Just looking at the surface, it felt rough.
If it touches the soft and fragile female organs, it will cause quite a few wounds.
The height at which the rope is installed is also malicious.
It’s tall enough to reach Ronin’s waist, but slightly above the waist for the small Azazel.
Didn’t Azazel say it was five round trips on that rope?
It was clear that the rough rope would squeeze her soft crotch.
It will sting like a cactus, and it will be bitter.
Know well.
Because I got it too
Too harsh for Azazel.
I tried to speak out in protest, but the movement of the slime pounding on my vagina caused my lungs to convulse.
“Hit!”
Slime wasn’t just touching the ‘pussy’.
Even her butt hole has been coveted.
I barely swallowed the moan that almost exploded.
Sitting on a chair and being bullied for both holes at the same time.
It’s ridiculous.
Who is in a position to worry about whom?
Right now, I had to endure it so that I wouldn’t be ravaged by this unpleasant slime.
That way, the sadistic behavior towards Azazel would be less.
“Huh, huh.”
It’s painful.
I think I’ll go.
No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn’t get the slime off.
Even if it wasn’t, the spirit that was hard is getting eaten up even more.
The mind becomes relaxed.
The tightly held heart loosens.
Aphrodisiacs ran through my body as if I was aiming for a weak spot.
My senses were sharpened like a taut bowstring.
“Eh, evil.”
Ronin pursed his lips.
“If you feel that way already, Azazel will be in trouble.”
“No, I didn’t feel it.”
“Lying isn’t a good thing either. Oh, how about something like this. So that Arya can be more honest, let me increase the penalty for Azazel every time she tells me her lie. This is my first time, so I’m going to be lenient, but next time you can look forward to it.”
Trash child.
… Literally translated, he meant to hear only what he wanted to hear.
After that, Ronin looked at Azazel.
“So when are you planning to start?”
“… Gee, I will do it now.”
Azazel shuddered, perhaps straining Ronin’s gaze, and put her hand under the hem of her robe.
Then he grabbed the cloth that hung over the ends of both her hips and pulled it down.
Her cute white underwear went down her immaculate legs.
Under her robes now is Azazel, with nothing on.
The ronin approached and she slipped her hand under her robes, opening a secret fissure in her.
Azazel’s body trembled at the unfamiliar touch.
“It will do you good to start with a little wet before you start.”
“…”
Azazel shuddered at her and shook her head.
The ronin’s hand squeezed her crotch to its heart’s content.
It was pitiful for Azazel, who suppressed her heated moans and held her breath.
Squeaky.
Awesome pressure.
There was a dirty sound.
“… Whoops, whoops.”
“You’re sensitive, so you don’t need to put so much effort into it.”
After finishing caressing Azazel, Ronin lightly brushed her hand.
“Since you got wet, the preparations are almost finished.”
He pushed Azazel on the back.
Without the slightest resistance, she moved her steps towards the rope that had been hung over her edge.
Azazel finally arrived and stared at the rope hanging in the air above her.
The rope Ronin had set up was too high to fit between her legs.
So she inevitably had to pull the rope down and cross her legs.
“It’s a witch’s pussy pride, so it’s a rare sight. But, wouldn’t it be better to fix the expression?”
It was a blatant mockery.
Azazel struggled to make her laugh with a dark, dying complexion.
It seems that the billions are collapsing.
It would have been better if I had been in charge of everything instead of her.
The ronin urged the trembling red-haired girl.
“Azazel. If you keep pressing the rope like that, it’s no entertainment.”
Azazel, who had been lowering her height on her rope as her hand trembled, slowly let go of her hand.
A rope she burrows little by little towards her little crack.
The strong rope gradually digs in until it hurts.
Azazel let out a breathless exhalation.
“Huh.”
The pain in her frown.
Her heart broke
“Do you think you can afford to see others?”
Someone grabbed both arms.
I slowly turned my head.
“What is this… Right?”
Gina made me pull my arms out from the back of the chair, then tied them up.
To suddenly become imprisoned.
“Hey, did you want this unnie to suck your dirty pussy? I’m not sucking it with her tongue, I’m thinking of poking it with this stick. Slime surprisingly decomposes dirt, so wouldn’t this be a great wash?”
In her hand was a pole.
The thickness is also quite thick, so I wonder if it will be difficult to accept unless the hole is quite wide.
Ha, that’s funny
You’re a sister Do you have no conscience, this old man?
Gina, seeing my rebellious eyes, shrugged her shoulders with a fishy face.
“Even if you’re being so tough. You can see that in the end you will be drooling and suffering, right?”
She squeezed my bent legs.
When the robe caught in her middle, Jina tore it without hesitation.
Thus, her lower abdomen was exposed.
“It’s black underwear, so I guess it’s not a lewd bitch.”
“Shut up… , Hehe.”
The word was cut off.
I couldn’t help it.
Inside the lace underwear, the slime was moving back and forth between her pussy and anus.
As if my moans were pleasant, Gina’s joy deepened even more.
“Now, it’s time to go without hesitation.”
Her slender fingers moved over her damp underwear.
Every time she rubbed my red-hot clitoris, her mind wandered.
“Hey, where is the law to do this? This…”
“Why, did you really think I would just leave the slime alone? Then it’s no fun.”
Gina was good at her caresses.
Sensation like a bathtub full of water.
If you touch it a little more, it will overflow and reach its climax.
In such a precarious situation, Gina tapped my groin with a pole.
It was insensitive, insincere, as if he was touching her bug.
The problem is that even such an action stimulated me.
“Huh, huh. Gina!”
“Oh. Wanting to go right away, a bitch soaking her pussy arrogantly calls my name?”
He stabbed my labia with a passing pole.
“Huh-wook, ha-wook, ha-ah, whoa.”
“Isn’t that rather a good thing? If I bully you, there will be no climax. Aha, do you feel like this? Then it’s my mistake I have no intention of seeing that.”
Squeak.
Suddenly, a shadow soared and neatly cut through my underwear.
Her underwear fluttered and fell to the floor, exposing her genitals covered in slime.
Gina got down on one knee and brought my cunt to eye level.
Then, as if holding a billiard cue, he aimed the pole at my vagina.
I was terrified.
It would hurt if such a ruthless pole came in.
It will hurt terribly.
It’s too long, so it won’t poke the intestines.
I shook my head.
“Ha, don’t.”
Gina let out a dry laugh.
“Are you afraid of being broken? Or is it because you think it will go just by stabbing it with a pole?”
It’s not scary to be broken.
‘Cause I’ve been through this many times
But if I get hit by something like that, I’ll feel it.
I’m going to go through a climax.
Then, what danger will befall Azazel?
I’m afraid of that.
I hate that you get hurt because of me.
“Please, don’t.”
Gina stuck out her tongue.
“You shouldn’t have done anything presumptuous like that. Why are you struggling?”
The pole pushes the slime in.
Continue to go on and on.
Depth.
To the very depths.
I couldn’t utter a word in shock.
I just groan and endure the brain-numbing pain.
“Ah, ugh, so much.”
“It goes wide. Let’s see how deep it goes.”
It hurts.
It hurts.
It hurts.
“Oh, it’s torn.”
Excruciating pain.
At the end, a pure white wave hit.
Oh
Have fun
Good mood.
* * *
Azazel cautiously moved her steps.
Each time a thick knot was formed, and each time it swept through the secret place, she let out a dry breath.
“Huh, hey.”
Five round trips.
It was an order that Ronin instructed Azazel to do.
The first time was fine because the pussy that the rope touched was sufficiently moistened with love juice.
However, a clear juice with good viscosity came out on the rope, so Ronin teased it several times.
Her shame turned her face the same red color as her hair.
Even so, Azazel thought, she would be better off than the last time she was attacked by tentacles.
The problem started after the liquid had dried.
Exactly halfway through the second round trip.
From then on, she had to climb the ropes with her skinny pussy.
The rough rope, like sandpaper, is pulled tight and sweeps over her pussy.
It was bitter, stinging, and there were cuts and blood was flowing.
A fishy smell rises from below.
She gritted her teeth and moved her steps cautiously.
There were so many thick knots that each trip caused excruciating pain.
“Keuh, heh, heh, hah.”
The good news is that this torture-like act will end once and for all.
Azazel stumbled, but proceeded steadily and calmly.
“What?!”
Kwak.
Suddenly, Ronin grabbed the rope Azazel was moving with both of her hands and pulled it up.
Azazel, her breath choking, lifted her heels, trying to endure her pain.
It wasn’t easy.
“Haeuk, sssss, why, why, now, well done this, wrote it.”
“Because the aria is at its climax.”
Azazel was trying hard to look away.
A scream I heard a while ago.
It was clearly a moan of pain coming from Arya’s mouth.
She was a clear, howling voice, but how did she feel the climax?
Ronin kindly returned Azazel’s little head and showed her an aria.
Arya rolled her eyes as her long pole was driven into her cunt, spraying her urine.
It was a miserable disgrace.
Azazel gritted her teeth and tried to turn away, but Ronin’s grip on her chin was too firm to resist.
“Isn’t it beautiful?”
It is not a question asking for consent.
It is a declaration, a tone close to a conclusion.
“I will disclose the penalty here. Each time she climaxes you will have to shuttle this rope one more time.”
Nonsense.
There is already a limit even here.
There seems to be a loss of sensation down below.
I wish you would stop
Azazel watched Ronin with her desperate eyes.
“Oh, one thing. There is a way for you to stop doing this.”
“What, what is it?”
It was a respectful word.
Her proud will was broken by her sadistic pain.
“Swap her place with Arya. That will do.”
It was a peculiar and sweet proposal.
Doesn’t that mean you’re going to free me from this pain?
“…”
Azazel let out her breath like a puppet with her threads cut.
“… I hate that.”
“Are you refusing?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, good.”
From Ronin’s point of view, it was good.
Whether Azazel holds out or not.
Anyway, Arya will suffer.
“Hee, hee, hee, hee.”
Doesn’t it still scream that fresh?
It’s fun, it’s fun
“Oh, one more lap added. Azazel.”
Azazel’s eyes darkened.
She thought vaguely.
It’ll last a long time, this.
