Chapter 32 – 11. Our Witch Has Changed (2)
Savage Chapter 33
People live by believing in themselves. You are good, you are smart, you are better than others, you are great, you are stupid, you are bad. This kind of belief we call ego.
However, there are not many cases where the real self and the ego coincide with each other. That is why people are sometimes surprised by the actions they have taken, and often lose the will to live in amazement at their own nature revealed in extreme situations. This is especially true when you usually consider yourself a great person.
Black Witch Lustenant was the epitome of such a person. She thought of herself as intellectually/physically/morally superior to others. Also, because there was a physical basis for her belief, others acknowledged it and supported her. She says that Ruth Tenandt is arrogant, but in fact, her masters like her often rise above arrogance to savage-level psychopaths. But she, Ruth Tennant, at least, she wasn’t a witch who killed people in a bad mood. Considering her strength and the basic perception of her medieval land, it can be said that she has lived a very moral life.
But that’s all lies.
A camouflage that can be made only because there is room for it.
In other words, it is like the beautiful clothes worn by Rustenand himself.
A nation that is morally superior has a mental coat.
The spiritual dress of a country that is not afraid of death.
The spiritual underwear of a great witch who only pursues magic.
“Keuhuk, keheuhuk!”
“It’s so damn tight. Bitch. Because you put strength on your back, you’re fucking good. Ah, ah, aaaaa!”
And the savage was tearing away even the witch’s spiritual clothes. Conquest is to subdue both the body and mind, and humiliation is to scatter semen on the body and mind and to shed tears. It’s like creating the figure of a black witch who is forcibly shaking her waist and crying out loud.
Gulluck! Gulluck! Gulluck!
Lucia, for the pleasure of the man who was raping her, pricked her on the back and abdomen.
She had to survive, because she knew otherwise she would really die.
“Whoops, whoops, whoops.”
“Haaaaa… “
The savage let out a rough breath and removed his hand from her throat. But he didn’t get his wriggling cock out of her cunt. She still had a lot of rice semen left, and the witch’s expression on her cock was so beautiful.
“Love. Lucia.”
“… “
Lucia felt relieved to hear the savage’s voice, and immediately after ejaculation she felt the satisfaction of the savage’s softer touch. Even if she touched her areola with her weak hands, she couldn’t stimulate it so strongly.
“You, too, will love me from now on?”
“… Yes.”
As Lucia struggles to put on, she lowers her head shyly like a girl.
She could not bear to speak of the savage, looking at the faces of her other classmates.
It felt like she was showing off her naked self.
“Master.”
A desperate voice comes out.
She herself is a bitch.
Because it’s not human.
A man is a man who must be able to die for freedom.
People are people because they don’t listen to being beaten and threatened.
People are people because they know that there are things more precious than life.
If you give in because you’re afraid of dying, because you’re afraid of being beaten, because you’re afraid of pain.
It’s just a beast Animals no different from dogs, cows, and horses that live in barns.
“… Please, please don’t kill me.”
After dozens of rapes, her witch finally revealed her true self.
In the end, she gave in to her rapist and decided to spare her life.
“I’ll do anything you ask, so please… Hee hee, hee hee.”
She finally burst into tears.
Although only the tears she shed today could fill her washbasin.
These tears were different from her previous ones.
It wasn’t the tears shed because her pussy hurt.
She wasn’t just crying out of frustration.
It wasn’t even tears shed because of shame.
Tears shed this time.
It is the weapon of a woman begging for mercy.
‘Cause she’ll surrender all of her own
It is a plea to please treat her well.
Unconditional surrender, the savage understood the meaning of the tears he had been waiting for.
“Right. Now I don’t have any useless thoughts.”
The savage chuckled at her, then lifted her from her knees and threw her face first back into her bed.
“Master, Master, save me. Please.”
“Who is killing? From now on, all you have to do is howl like a bitch.”
“Please be gentle, please be gentle… “
“Nope?”
Hollow!
“Quaaaaa!”
“Why should a master care about his slave’s suffering!”
“Master! Master! Save me! It hurts so much! Kyaaaaa!
“Enjoy the pain! Consider it an honor to tear raw flesh from your master’s cock!”
“Quaaaaa! Please help me!”
Even in the midst of being unable to make a rational judgment, Lucia’s voice maintained an attitude of begging for mercy in a polite tone. She was not calculated to survive as before, but from the instinct unit, the savage was the reason that the perception that she was a strong person that she could not help herself was embedded. She has no magical powers and herself is only a female.
“Quaaaaa!”
“Now do you know that screaming is bitch? Twin years. Really bitch!”
The savage grabbed Lucia’s head and slammed it into her pillow, then lifted her ass up and ate it, damn it. The whole situation was so bad, and it was so good to see the arrogant witch who was trampling on her own head completely break her mind and obey!
“Don’t faint! Twins!”
Aaaaagh!
Forcibly awaken the witch’s fading consciousness by slapping her on the cheek!
“Quaaaaa! It hurts so much!”
“You have to endure the pain to be a good slave. Is not it?”
“Ahhhhh!”
A full-grown adult woman cries and rubs like a little girl. Because, a little girl is a model for the weak to survive. Everyone pays attention to her cry, falls in love with her cute appearance, and listens to her story, falling in love with her future usefulness. The savage is an irresistible male. Then her instincts judge that even if she’d rather be a child, she’d better attract sympathy.
However, the judgment of instinct was wrong.
As for the savage, she liked to be trampled on without mercy.
She’d rather be like Yuria, if she wasn’t really scared of her death, she would have lost interest in her after he fought.
“Why is the slave girl crying!”
“Kyaaak!”
“Suck! Twins!”
After fucking her cunt, the savage this time dipped her cunt into her uvula and fucking ate it. Then she fucked her ass, then she fucked her pussy again. Each time, her witch begged for her master’s mercy and begged for her life, but the more the savage did, the more her blood boiled.
“Aaaaa! This is heaven aaaaa!”
“Master! Aaaaan!”
“I wonder what they will call me if I fuck like this for three days! Let’s fuck it up!”
“Four, three days is too long! Kyaaaaagh!”
The savage again ravaged her from the beginning. Pussy, uvula, buttocks, pussy, uvula, and buttocks are alternately eaten. She said that if a witch knocked her unconscious she would wake her up by slapping her on the cheek or her butt, and when she was so exhausted that her HP started to drop she would feed her a potion. She herself came to this world and for the first time in her life she even took stimulants and ate for three days and nights without a break.
The witch hadn’t slept for three days, and she hadn’t eaten. The only water she drank was semen, so her throat was soggy and painful. Many times she had thought of dying, but her only firm conviction was that her slave could not die without his master’s permission. Her master’s grip was too strong and her body ruthless. When his instructions were not followed, the pain was so excruciating, both physically and mentally. He was just waiting for his instructions. When his instructions came down, it was time to breathe for a while.
It was far better to suck Master’s cock or dance for him than to have his ass or pussy fucked by Master’s cock. It was so shameful and angry that the alumni were watching, but it was nothing compared to the punishment they would receive if they provoked their master’s anger. I didn’t want to die miserably from my pussy exploding…
“Master! Please sleep! Panting!”
If this is the case, the owner will like it.
“Huh. Suck it up.”
“Heh heh heh… “
Caress with sincerity Properly distributed, neither cheap too soon nor too late. If you cum too soon, the master will eat a stimulant and pierce your ass, and if you cum too late, he will beat you in anger. Either way it’s too scary.
Gluck. Gluck. Gluck.
The savage’s semen splatters on his face.
Warm, salty
I don’t even feel ashamed anymore.
Only, because the original goal was to cheapen the master.
You must put your master to sleep.
That way I can sleep too.
You have to make the owner eat.
So I can eat too.
“You are a slave.”
The master touches the semen-stained hair.
“Yes. Master.”
“Who are you?”
“I am the great Rustam-nim’s Onahole No. 2!”
“Who is Lustenant the Black Witch?”
“There is no such woman.”
It looks smiling.
Sad but smiling
“Because I am not your servant.”
“Hmm. Not bad to start with.”
The savage smiled contentedly.
“One day you will get your name back. As my slave.”
“… “
“But for the time being, stay with Unit 2.”
“Yes. Master!”
Betsy smiles.
I’m happy. Happy. Happy.
I am happy to have a great master…
I am happy to be able to suck my master’s great penis…
Happiness…
“A bitch’s happiness lies in her taste. I’ll shove it again until I’m sure.”
“Quaaaaa! Master! Stop it! Aaaaan!”
