Chapter 43 – Slaves
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Bright morning. Dawn day. Arya opened her eyes. It’s because she heard her pretending to be popular. Carl Leben, he opened the door and came in. Arya had a hunch. One more wound on her body.
“Sophia was really the best.”
Awesome The knife’s foot trampled her aria’s fingers. Her Arya’s body is shattered in her mess, but she quickly recovers. She can’t be a really good toy.
“The problem is that I can’t bully her at will.”
Arya’s clothes are torn. Arya looked at her knife through her blank eyes.
A person is treated as a kind of trash can.
“Save me, save me… “
“Wrong. Fuck you.”
“… “
“Please save me, master.” Now, again.”
*
The newly dawned morning was clear and clear. A sense of reality coming after a night full of fantasy and pleasure. Morning was like that. To remind you of what happened last night. Sophia was lost in her thoughts, not getting out of her blanket. She is thinking about the events of yesterday.
Yesterday.
One night with Carl. Sophia is fucked by Carl. But she had hoped for Sophia too, and she was very happy about that, as she would have felt this and that fret if Carl hadn’t hugged her. The only thing that gets stuck inside her is the sense of loss that she couldn’t give her virgin to Carl in the end, and the anxiety that comes from the fact that Carl cares a lot about that part.
‘Be my own slave saintess. Let her be a toy Instead I I will only love you.’
Last night. I repeated the lines that Carl had whispered into my mind. When I woke up, the knife wasn’t there. Sofia rubbed her thighs against each other. I felt that my pussy was itchy. Pussy Rani – inside she felt ashamed for thinking such a word. It’s a shame that a saintess who should be an example to others is thinking of such vulgar words in her heart. It’s something to be ashamed of.
But Carl’s words make Sofia’s heart beat. Sophia didn’t know much about Carl’s ‘unusual taste’. When Carl had another woman, he would always drop out of the group and come back alone. Considering he didn’t want to have sex with the women he once held, he wondered if he was doing them any harm.
Still, I think this is a kind of ‘normal taste’. While adventuring, Carl told me stories of the world many times, among which there were obscene rumors about dating and sexual intercourse, and the castle walls I heard at that time were only things that were not normal no matter how you look at it. As for the knife, it was a little unusual, but it seemed to have a modest taste. I thought it was fortunate that Carl was not the type to mate with animals.
If you listen to all of Carl’s words, you can have an equal relationship without giving him his virginity. Then he can be Carl’s lover.
Listening to the other person’s words unconditionally is not normal, it is not an equal relationship, but Sophia is not able to think about it because of the afterglow of last night. The kind of pleasure you feel for the first time.
To put it bluntly, when I was raped by the man wearing the mask, I might have felt a little bit of pleasure, but I have never experienced such a lingering sense of happiness as I do now. The feeling of relief when hearing that the nearest thing was the death of the demon king. However, the feeling of relief that comes with the feeling of despair that the limbs were cut off only left a complex and profound feeling.
Okay. I have never felt such happiness after having a limb amputated. I was happy only when I was with Carl. I was always unhappy, depressed and distressed when the sword was not there, and I was extremely happy only when the sword was by my side. Knife. Only when that wonderful man is by your side.
Sophia raised her body. She failed to raise her upper body the first time or two, but she was still able to do it. Because the limbs were left even at the joints. This much is possible.
Where did the knife go? When will you come back I wanted to close my eyes and see Carl’s sleeping face at the moment when the sun was shining brightly. Wake up my love, I wanted to start the day by kissing lightly and playing pranks. A little regret remains.
It’s okay though. Carl will come back.
Sophia’s eyes calmly face the front. At first glance, the gaze seemed benevolent, but in some ways it seemed cold.
Okay. The knife will come back even to clear away the dried up semen.
There were still traces of last night’s love affair on Sophia’s body.
Even though Carl got up and went outside.
Sophia flinches at her body. Her lower leg itched.
… But there was no way to scratch. All I could do was rub her thighs hard.
*
Arya bowed her head with lifeless eyes. Her clothes were ripped here and there, leaving her naked. Arya, as the daughter of the Demon King, grew up receiving all kinds of precious treatment, so she felt a great sense of shame just by being naked. Even if what is in front of her eyes is the rape horse she has mercilessly raped herself over the past few days.
“Isn’t that a precious breakfast?”
“Yes yes. Master.”
Arya crawled slowly. The smooth curves from her shoulders to her hips are beautiful. Carl stroked her body once. Laughter came out at the sight of her flinching. When you pat her on the butt, she shakes her whole body in fear.
“I’m not going to eat?”
“No! Because I will eat it, because I will eat it!”
“Isn’t it kind of mean to say I’ll eat it?”
“I’m sorry, master. Sorry.”
“Sorry? Was it half-worded?”
“Ah… Ah… “
“The movement has stopped.”
Squeeze Arya’s ass. Arya didn’t stop wriggling and crawling like her caterpillar, rubbing her face against the floor, even as her face contorted bizarrely in her displeasure and fear. She has to feed her breakfast. Even if it was something she handed over to her dog bowl of pig food, close to filth.
“Still. If she’s sorry, she should be punished… “
“Heh, heh, uhh.”
“Does our slave girl have any good opinions? Huh? Do I have to find out for myself every time? Are you a useless bitch who can’t properly think about the punishment she will receive?”
“It’s not like that, because it isn’t… !”
Cries All I know how to do is cry. I couldn’t think of a way to get out of this man’s clutches. Even when that nasty hand stroking her buttocks went into the gap between her thighs, she couldn’t resist. I shouldn’t have resisted.
“Or fuck it.”
“Hee!”
Carl’s hand pinched Arya’s cunt mound lightly. Arya still hasn’t stopped going to her tableware. With her hands tied behind her back and her feet tied together, it was pretty funny to see her wriggling, her wriggling, using her whole body to crawl.
“Let’s see, isn’t there a suitable punishment…? Okay. Found last time. Shall I find your orc-headed companion?”
“No! No! Haha, please take a look! Please!”
“How the fuck did you sell your voice again?”
“Sorry. I’m sorry, master.”
“Are you sorry again? Hmm. If Aria keeps doing this, I’m sad too. It’s not like I like bullying Arya.”
“Please… “
Carl inserted and withdrew her fingers into her cunt, slapped her on the ass, or even rode on top of her wriggling Arya’s waist. Although her line was jarring, she climbed on and came down quickly.
Arya kept wriggling and crawling up to her dish. She struggles to crawl to her cutlery at the end of the hallway in the basement, but the rope around her aria’s neck is a problem. Because her strings are made of elastic rubber, when her aria really crawls to the end, her strings tighten as much as they will pull her in.
Her string is connected to her collar, so her aria’s body curves like a bow as she approaches her bowl of dog food. Enduring the pain of breaking her neck, as I approached her, she gradually lifted her upper body and somehow endured it until the day her aria ran out of strength, with a thump. Will bounce off the back of the
Even if she does reach the cutlery, she takes a bite or two before her breath catches on. She must be shrinking little by little, but there is no way she can feel it. The presence of Carl, who keeps harassing her by her side, is also a hindrance. The pain that came through her body every time Carl asked a question and went against her will taught Arya a fear.
Puck.
Arya’s stomach was hit by her sword’s kick.
“Keuheugh! Evil! Whoops!”
I’ve only been caught by the tail of her horse a few times. She didn’t do much wrong either.
Those things had nothing to do with it. If the sword is annoying, he will hit it. If you go against the owner’s planting, you’re right, and if you offend the owner, you’re right. If the master wants to hit you, he’ll hit you again.
Arya let out her saliva and tears. Nausea welled up in her, but she held it back. She vomited once when she first ate the porridge in the tableware, because at that time she put on an annoyed look at the knife and forced her to lick up what she had vomited on.
“Huh… “
Grab Arya’s red hair. Carl whispered in her ear.
“Then why did you do that? I didn’t want to do this to you either.”
“Ah, ah… “
“I wouldn’t have to do this to you, if it hadn’t been for my beloved Sophia’s request. Really. So you should have been nice to Sofia.”
“Saintess, saintess… “
“Okay. Sophia is. I asked for a favor. That bitch is such a fucking bitch, so give her some education.”
Carl said, kindly wiping Arya’s tears and her spittle. Now, let’s work hard and go there again, shall we? Our caterpillar-looking slave.
