Chapter 225 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (5)
“Beasts whose business is to kill are not worthy of pity. If you want to harm others, you have to be prepared to give up your own life too, but assassins have no creed or code, and just try to survive by using the goodwill of others.”
The baron of the frozen land was once a knight. He was also a person with a very noble character and carried through his convictions until his death. No matter how depraved he was, he was sincere in his own desires, not despicable.
“Well, okay.”
The spacious room was therefore a perfect fit for a prison for nine cunning dancers. The women, kneeling on the cold stone floor because they had no internal organs, broke into a cold sweat, overcome by the killing spree of the man in front of them.
Furthermore, some of them even bowed with their foreheads touching.
“Stay up, low-key bitches.”
The dancers who had servilely lowered themselves stood up. Ironically, all of them were women with dignity. The three of them, clearly alert and exposing their naked breasts and genitals, looked at each other. He gave up his face at Rome’s command that followed and immediately responded with a smirking voice.
“What is your name?”
I had to ask such a cumbersome question because some kind of implication made them shudder.
“Ah, greetings Ashka.”
“My name is Himena, Baron.”
“It’s Amisha…”
One advanced dancer, two intermediate dancers, and three people who behaved not to go against their heart trembled. Even the eyes of his juniors were useless to give in immediately to the subject that emphasized loyalty every time.
Because their bodies were already dominated by fear.
“They’re quite smart bitches.”
After calmly looking around the room, Rome snapped a finger at the other six dancers. As if to open the room according to the idea in my head, I gave orders in perfect order. He told me to drive the chains fixed on the three walls to one side or to move the desks and chairs to the center.
“Lucienne, how many times have you been there?”
“Nine, whoops, it’s a number…”
And on the other hand, he paid attention to his wife, who had been absorbed in her masturbation until then. She stroked her hair as her cheeks flushed and she opened her mouth. She also smiled at the way she clung to her and grabbed her hair and led her.
“Let’s borrow some bitch hair.”
“Kyaa, yes hee…”
Eventually, the situation was sorted out. Six dancers of lower ranks were firmly tied to the wall in front of the entrance. As heavy shackles were attached to each foot, they were forced to spread their legs apart, and their arms were incapacitated in the form of exposing their armpits by entwining them with chains newly attached to the ceiling.
It was none other than Ashka, the head of the assassination team, who helped arrest him.
Meanwhile, Rom sat in his chair. He inspected the tools on the desk one by one and asked the young lady at his feet whenever there was something he didn’t understand. And after listening to her opinions, choosing what he wanted to be too much or not enough, he decided on all the preparations.
“Don’t whine alone, take two years as a porter.”
“Yes, West.”
The ones pointed out were Himena and Amisha. The two of them, who had been waiting a little further away, rushed over. Facing the wave-like blonde hair and the luscious red eyes, I admired Winter Stone’s beauty in my heart.
‘Come to think of it, this woman is the same Sagyesuk as Danju, right?’
‘To tame a person the size of a Margrave’s Lady like this, what the hell is a baron…’
In particular, Amisha, a shaman, did not stop there. Feeling Lucienne’s magic, she recognized a mystic who would be counted among the top five in the entire continent, and she felt a sort of awe for the baron to whom such a being obeyed.
“Follow me, bitches.”
Lucienne was brainwashed. Between her crotches, her wet pussy was still dripping with vulgar juices, but she didn’t seem to want to hide it.
After all, she must have been like her chief priest’s orphanage to her.
“You’d better not mess around. I’m not friendly like Bijou.”
To be honest, I didn’t even have the courage to do so. Her Himena and Amisha nodded obediently and followed her. According to the Baron’s plan, from a nearby laboratory, he brought the necessary items to the desk one by one.
A list bestowed in the name of the royal family, a large-capacity glass tube, several minerals that sparkle like jewels, a cage and rope for wild beasts, a multi-purpose writing utensil and reagents in seven containers, and finally, a crystal ball for writing in high-quality wood.
The wide table top was filled with various objects. Finally, Rom handed the parchment and iron pen to the young lady. With a wink she called the three dancers who had been fawning over me to the front of our seats as she wrote her nine pages.
“I’m asking just in case, who has objections to being a tool?”
Amisha, her hands respectfully gathered on her navel, spoke first. It had been a long time since the fairly famous shaman in her west realized the gap between Lucienne, her superior in power, and her baron, who regarded her as her mere dick.
“I touched someone I shouldn’t have dared to touch. I realized that too late.”
No matter how strong the bonds of the Stone Flower Order are, the essence is a group of people gathered to survive in the barren wilderness.
“I came from a nomadic tribe in the wilderness, and I grew up learning the diet of the jungle as a virtue. So you can know. I feel sorry for you. Not flattery, but that you are truly strong.”
In the outlaw paradise of the West, even the institution of marriage is a loose alliance. To add a bit of exaggeration, it is the definitive edition of political strategy. That’s why it’s common sense for the weak to survive even if they cling to the strong, and Amisha was in the midst of giving in with all her heart.
“I’m afraid, but I’ll gladly accept any punishment. In addition, if you are satisfied with my reflection and atonement, please take it as a tool. Hopefully, I will serve you with all my heart and soul.”
“Is it reasonable to ask someone to take care of an unknown bitch?”
Amisha’s expression made her feel embarrassed. Her rom knew a lot, of course, unlike her, who had no memory of her while she was hypnotized. She is thirty-six years old, the fact that she is a murderer who has killed double digits of people, and the existence of her husband and daughter.
“I can’t stand it out, but as a dancer, I’m confident that I’m good enough to give the baron pleasure…”
“I have a lot of years to spend on a dick.”
“Yes, but unlike a woman who would give her even the slightest hint of attachment, that Amisha can be used as comfortably as a toilet at any time. How can she be compared to the beauty of her presence, but I promise that she will always keep her neat body and be lusted after.”
It was a rather docile attitude. That doesn’t mean that Rome’s anger has softened, but it’s clear that she’s a perfect returnee without any room to complain about.
“Aren’t you ashamed of your husband and daughter?”
“A lowly girl would do anything just to survive. If the existence of my husband or daughter bothers me, I will kill it. The child resembles me and has a face that is worth looking at, so if you are willing, I will offer it to you.”
It was a disgusting way of survival. However, Rom, who was well aware of the regional characteristics of the West, passed without any problems. After all, he only asks for guilt because he is the one who commits an evil deed.
“The two of you?”
“Sah, if you let me live, I’ll even offer my body…”
Ashka was the next to speak. She sent her earnest eyes and met her gaze and declared that she would dedicate her body at least. Unfortunately, however, the baron’s insight easily saw through that the chief assassin of the Stone Flower Order was acting for the future.
“Did you say Himena?”
“Yes, Baron.”
“Where can I hear your opinion? Do you really think Ashka is really about to prostrate?”
Himena, who briefly glanced at her old senior with bright tawny eyes, soon shook her head. If she was Amisha, she was a shaman and assassin with a reputation for clarity, but if she chose to be chosen as an instrument deprived of her human rights, she calculated that there would be a reason.
“No, never.”
“Then go and tie your superiors alongside the bitches over there.”
As soon as the Baron’s command was given, the two moved. Amisha showed off her feeble telekinesis with her incantation tattoo on her arm, and Jimena quickly subdued Ashka’s joints that were so tensed and dragged her away.
“Himena! Amisha! You bad bitches!”
It was only for a moment that he shouted out of betrayal. The gagged assassin was doomed to wait for the punishment to come.
“Did you say you had a lover?”
“Yes, Baron.”
“Don’t you want to go back? I think I’d rather have that than live on a rug.”
“Eon Kang-saeng-shim, a bitch who is not as good as livestock should know the subject.”
Still, Rom stood and greeted the two who returned. She waited on Lucienne, took off her clothes, and held out her half-erect object. I didn’t even order it in particular, but I said to the new tool, Himena and Amisha, who knelt down on both legs.
“Then this dungeon will be your home from now on.”
“It will be a year that can be used comfortably anytime, anywhere. I am grateful for the grace of putting Amisha into the toilet of her baron.”
“I will serve you wholeheartedly, since the first service of a kitten is as passionate as a kiss for a lover.”
The two bizarre dancers kissed each other side by side with the pillars of their phalluses slightly open. It wasn’t just for fun. It was because Lucienne, who had put the large-capacity glass tube down on the floor, took a seat behind her as if she had been waiting.
“Seobang-nim, you’re playing with toys, but the bitch excuses you…”
The young lady buried her pretty nose between her husband’s ass and stuck out her tongue. Her delicate fingers held each side of her scrotum, round and wrinkled like a walnut, and massaged it gently, sucking in her breath while making a lustful sound on her side.
She offers intense pleasure, and in return wants to get the essence to train the remaining seven dancers.
