Chapter 102 – 32. Slavery Declaration (2)
102.
White back. Flexed erector muscles. In addition, to the elastic buttocks that have been strengthened through exercise.
Jung-a bows her head to me as she prostrates herself on the floor.
“Haha······!”
When I look down at Jeonga without saying anything, she doesn’t move as she is.
Let’s think about Junga’s words again.
Please eat it hard
I think I ate it roughly enough…
“······Jeongah. Because I honestly don’t understand?”
Junga’s body trembled.
With her eyes still on the floor, Junga’s voice flows out.
“Eh, literally… Master, please beat me, beat me, and eat me…!”
“No, so. I don’t know how other people have sex. Are you doing that enough on a regular basis?”
In the eyes of others, it’s still rough enough.
When he gets bored, he hits her butt, strangles her, and doesn’t stop even when she tells her to stop.
Looking at it this way, I… I really do look like garbage.
Even though I have a girlfriend, not only are there other women who mix my body, but such violent behavior towards such women.
Be nice to women from now on…
“That, rougher than that! Treat me like a real slave! Even if it bleeds, it’s okay! Hit me! Trample me! I have no personality, like the property of my real master!”
Head lifted slightly. I see madness in Junga’s eyes.
“Ah, no… No matter how, that’s a bit…”
“Please, please! I, if I don’t have Master anymore…!”
No, no matter what, that’s not it…
*
―Wheeiik!
The sound of something cutting the wind echoes through the hotel room.
-Slap.
The sound of flesh colliding with something that reached its destination through the wind.
“Heeheeeee!”
A scream-like moan escapes from Jung-a’s mouth, who was curled up on her bed as if she was bowing her head under my feet.
There are already bright red marks on her back.
The whip in her hand cuts through the wind again.
-Slap! Slap!
“Is this what you wanted? Something like this?”
“Hmm! Yes, Nehee! Thank you, ah! Thank you, ah!”
The whip cuts through the wind and continues to engrave traces on Jeong-a’s back.
Whenever Jeonga’s pure white skin and the whip collided, the whole room could hear a loud sound, but it wasn’t enough to tear the real flesh and bleed out, perhaps because the whip was made exclusively for this kind of play.
Although it hurts enough to scream.
“What a pervert. How can you like this?”
“Sorry, sorry! Sorry for being pervert! Heehee!”
Even I, who was initially repulsed by this behavior, became more and more immersed in the situation with Jung-a’s reaction.
I put down the whip that kept hitting me.
I climbed onto the bed and approached Jung-ah, who was curling up on her.
– Steamed.
A vulgar sound echoed as she crouched down and placed her hand on her exposed cunt.
“Wow… Look at the water. Well, you didn’t do anything, but did you spill it like this because you hit me?”
The bed was already soaked from the love juice shed while being beaten with a whip.
– Squeaky.
When I insert my finger into the hole, my vagina tightens as if eating it.
“Hauuuuu! Yes, yes, hehe, thank you aaaaah, thanks for touching my pussy!”
Whether it’s touching her pussy or hitting her with a whip. Never move your body without my permission.
Absolute obedience.
When she says something to see if her request to be treated like a slave is true, words such as thank you and sorry flow naturally from Junga’s mouth.
“But… Who says it’s cheap like this? Huh? When it’s cheap, you have to ask for permission to be cheap, right?”
“Yes, yes, hehe! I’m sorry… Heaaaaang!”
Pinch the big swollen clitoris with her hand.
As she spins it round and round, Jung-a’s waist is rolled inward and her erect muscles are stretched.
“Go, go oh oh oh! Hey, Jeonga go oh oh oh oh! Oh, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh?”
By the time the tremors in her hands intensify and reach a climax. Let go of her hand
“Whoever wants to go? You say you’re a slave. You want me to treat you like a slave. Then you shouldn’t be like a slave first. Is it okay for a slave to go without his master’s permission?”
With those words, he gets up from his seat.
Then Jung-a hurriedly turns her body towards her and bows her head.
“Haha, haha… I’m sorry! Burr, please don’t throw it away!”
Did you know that I would throw myself away?
I smiled and headed towards the wall where the tools were hanging.
Among them, he holds a butt-beating tool called a paddle, which looks like a large spatula.
How did people in the past educate their slaves?
Are you good with words? Or, like a dog, using reward psychology?
No, slavery is a pill.
If you like getting hit like that, you just have to hit more than that.
She approaches the bed with a paddle in her hand.
Jung-a sees the object in my hand and shakes her body.
She sat astride the bed and gestured toward her soul.
“Come here. Get down on the bridge.”
Haha… Yes, yes…”
Eyes quivering here and there. Jung-a, who was curled up on her bed, lifts her body up and crawls slowly, and she lands on my lap.
“Listen to her ass.”
Jung-ah’s butt rises high enough to hit.
He said, squeezing her white, elastic buttocks.
“My Jung-ah, what should I do if I’m wrong?”
“Bur, be punished, be punished, do it…”
“That’s right. I have to be punished. So…”
I took the paddle that had been put down next to her and put it on Jeonga’s pure white buttocks.
“Hee, hee!”
A size that covers more than half of the hips.
Jeong-ah, feeling the eerie feeling, shrank her body.
“How many do you want?”
She gives her her options.
“I’m telling you in advance. I’m really going to hit you without giving you a second thought. As hard as I can. I won’t stop even if my flesh tears.”
It’s not to the point of tearing the flesh. If it’s severe, it will bruise a little.
And I’m just saying this, I don’t really intend to do that.
But that was my own idea.
“······Ships, hundred units···.”
“······Uh?”
“I’ll hit you 100 times! I, Jung-a, did something wrong… I’ll take 100 hits on my butt!”
“·········.”
I ignored Jeonga too much.
I thought this must be scary because I saw myself carrying a paddle and shuddered, but it wasn’t.
The face that seemed nervous was not nervous, but rather was expecting it.
How would you hit yourself with that?
How far will you hit me
How much to hit
It was the only image that filled my head.
“······Okay?”
She tried to be moderate, but Jung-ah doesn’t want that.
“Yes, yes! I, please punish Jeonga! Punish the wrong slave…!”
He lifts the paddle he was rubbing against Junga’s buttocks high into the sky.
And she slams down with all her might.
―Cheo-eo-eo-eok!
“――――――!”
Jung-a, who was hit while she was careless while she was talking, grabbed the blanket.
Her body rests on her legs and her hips come up to my eye level.
“Number. Count.”
“Ha, ha, ha, ha, hanaaaaa…!”
When I tapped her ass with a paddle, the juice that flowed from her cunt dripped onto my thighs.
“Because it’s late. Start again from the beginning. Count well this time, okay?”
“Yes, yes hehe… Now, count well…!”
―Chaaaaagh!
This time, Jung-ah slapped her butt in the gap where she was caught off guard.
“Ha, Hanaaaaak!”
Even if getting hit is good, I can feel the pain in Junga’s voice as she counts the numbers.
But she, on the other hand, kept leaking out of her cunt.
She stroked her reddened ass with just two strokes, then the other side this time.
―Chaaaaagh!
“Heui-iik! Two, two depressed!”
―Chaaaaagh!
“Three, see! Lord, master! Now, hold on! Hold on!”
Jeong-a hurriedly stretches her hands behind her back and covers her buttocks.
“What are you doing? Hands down.”
“Hey, wait a minute… Gee, really ah, it hurts…!”
“Well, it’s a punishment. Hit me because it hurts. Hit me to make you feel better? Get off. I said it twice.”
“Ha-jaw, ha-jaw…!”
Jung-ah puts her trembling hand down with difficulty at the voice that speaks in a low voice.
Immediately upon seeing that, she raised her paddle high into the sky and immediately struck it down.
―Chaaaaagh!
“Hey! Now, wait a minute! Wait a minute…!”
―Chaaaaagh!
“Hyaaaaah! It hurts! It hurts!”
Eventually, Jung-ah’s hand came up again and covered her butt.
“…You can’t.”
She puts down the paddle next to her and picks up Jung-ah and throws her into the bed.
Ignoring Jeong-ah, who had collapsed, she got up from her seat and walked towards the wall.
-Clap. Clap.
I checked each type of handcuffs and checked which one was the strongest.
Among them, I pick up the handcuffs made of tough leather and approach the bed again.
“Hand.”
He reached out his hand to Jung-a, who was crying while rubbing her red-hot buttocks.
“······Black, uhhh…”
Jung-a’s gaze is fixed on the handcuffs in my hand.
If you do this, it’s really over. She can’t protect herself with anything. Can’t even move
Junga knows that too.
“Huh… Ha, ha ha…”
Even as she sheds her tears, she lets out a rough breath, imagining what will happen after she is handcuffed.
And.
-Clap.
She holds out her hands and humbly accepts her handcuffs being placed around her own wrists.
