The Master and Slave World 90

Chapter 90 – 090. Let’s Make the Master a Slave Cow! To Become the Best Slave, You Must Seal Your Master’s Intellect, Handle Livestock, and Keep Milking in Order.

As a true slave, it is only natural to undress and tie up your master and harass him with lewd things!

Without hesitation, I checked the use and direction of the restraint tools provided.

Indeed, this time too, only low-level restraints were used to fill the elegant and beautiful body of Sylvia.

‘It’s just right.’

However, the lower rating is my standard.
By the standards of this world, such vulgarity is just right.

First of all, when the master who became her cow settled down, he buried her head, adjusted her chin in her barn so that she could not move, and then seated her.

“Hey… “

It was lovely to see a defenseless figure subtly surrendering to a slave in an orz posture while he was unconscious.

Among the restraints provided, a pair of leather handcuffs were lifted and placed on her hands as she lay face down.
It feels very immoral to see your thin wrists covered in tough leather and immobilized.
Then, when the chains on the outer surface of the handcuffs were pulled and hung, the neck and wrists were tied in a chain shape, as if the prisoners of the Joseon Dynasty were wearing a ‘knife’ and ‘stockings’ in prison.

“Yes… !”

Sylvia fidgeting about her posture.

As I rub her white back, her frowning eyes soften.

Satisfied with my master’s reaction, I put leather cuffs on my legs and attached a chain to them, and covered my ankles with a piece of metal that looked like a stock.

Thoroughly inspect her figure, who has been unable to move while lying face down. She was sure she had perfect restraint.

‘Great. Successful.’

Next, we brought a milking machine with a baby bottle connected and examined it.
Because there are many people with small breasts, the milking machine was also small. If it was just for milking, it would have been fine if it was just bigger than the areola, but since it’s for erotic use, it should cover all the breasts.
However, it was a pity that the size of the milking machine could not cover all of Sylvia’s voluptuous breasts.

‘… I should use whatever I have.’

I blew into it and pressed the pump hard so that it would cling to Sylvia’s drooping breasts in a vacuum state.
After the milking machine had been shaken once and did not fall off, he attached it to the breast on the other side and raised a breast rest to support Sylvia’s breast.

It was very erotic to see her naked, wearing only a cow headband, tied to a barn, and wearing a milking machine, but it felt like something was missing.

“Ah.”

I took out the ‘Clean Chica Chica Brush’ that I had bought from my belongings and had never used before.
It was hard to hold back her laughter when I thought of her phrase, a magic tool that Klee polished as pretty as a jewel.

In the meantime, let’s use a hole-cleaning brush.
I grinned as I held the urethral brush, pussy brush, and anal brush between my fingers like Wolfrin.

As a faithful slave, I only thought of doing my best to harass my master as much as I could.

I went behind Sylvia, who was lying on her stomach, and licked her body.

A tightly closed anus and a date.

When I tickle the tip of the brush and roll it, my back wriggles and I try to avoid it. As she grasped her waist with her hands, her movements stopped as if she was subconsciously willing to obey.

Her waist trembled as she stroked her clenched pubic hair with a brush.

‘Eak. This is not the time. Before waking up, let’s finish killing cows that can’t resist or escape with both restraint and pleasure, and surprise them when they wake up.’

Since she is always in a position to enjoy happiness thanks to Sylvia, she must always think and devote herself to how to make her happy according to her taste.

It’s just a guess, but no matter how many male slaves in District D, he won’t bother his master any more than the options given.
This place is also a factory complex that gathers mana, and the only magic tool used in the erogenous zone is a milking machine.

In other words, other dairy cow aristocrats would simply seal their intellect, deprive them of human rights, domesticate them, and milk them with naked milking.
It’s like

‘I go one step further and milk the slave cow owner’s clitoris and three holes while blaming and washing them!’

The word furnishings is a bit lacking, and livestock as property is not enough.
Currently deprived of her human rights, her ownership is mine, so I can do as I please.
Let’s call it a slave and livestock that can be eaten, a slave cow.

She nodded her head to herself because it was such a nice name, opened Sylvia’s flesh slightly, and placed her free hand on her clitoris.

The appearance of Pink Klee carefully wrapped in a foreskin.

As he rubbed her skin gently before lifting it, he squeezed her twitching waist tight and yanked her thumb up, exposing her weak claw.

In an instant, the tremors spread to the hips.

“Huh… “

I squeezed her bare claw, and it stopped like someone who had been electrocuted. The master’s female body instinctively obeyed.

Place the peeled clitoris, apply the Clit Chica Chika brush, and work the magic. The brush clung to Klee’s left and right sides with magical power.

‘It’s the end now.’

Opening her clenched pussy meat wide, she aimed at the brush held between her fingers like Wolfrin.

A urethral brush for a cute clitoris, a pussy brush for a puffy vaginal opening, and an anal brush for a tightly closed anus.

‘Damn it!’

With Wolfrin’s hand, it was impossible to insert the brushes because the angles of the brushes did not match the passages in the three holes.

Unfortunately, I had no choice but to release Wolfrin’s hand and put them in one by one.

“Eww… ♡ Black… ♡ Haha… ♡”

I inserted the brushes deeply so that they would not fall out, and after attaching the baby bottle to an iron rod like an IV holder, I checked to see if anything was missing.

Clear.
Ready for milking.

Start the Cli Chica Chica brush and the hole cleaning brushes.

The cilia attached to the soft pillars were automatically moving in and out of Sylvia’s urethra, pussy, and anus, wiping them.
Her sensitive erogenous zones were being stimulated at the same time, so Sylvia drooled and grunted at her, then opened her eyes quickly.

“Uhhhhh…” … ♡?”

“Are you awake, Sylvia?”

Restrained on her naked face, she raised her head, buried in her bib, and looked at me.

“What, what… ♡? Uh huh… ♡!?”

The light returns to the blurry eyes and comes into focus. She tried to get her body up, but she couldn’t move, her limbs rattling, her chains and her handcuffs tied to her.

“It’s just that we moved it to the barn while we slept and tied it up, so don’t worry.”

“Chu, congratulations!? I see… Naha ♡!? Hit! The lower part of the body, the senses… It’s strange… !? Clear ♡, put it on your chest… Haha♡ I put something on it… ♡?”

Sylvia, who twitched and trembled, was expecting her answer while her eyes were shining while still in a prone cattle posture.

I threw her directions along with her explanations that she would love to hear.

“Underneath, I put brushes in the holes to make her feel better, and a milking machine attached to her breasts, so relax and relax. Don’t force yourself to do anything. I might fall.”

“Hee hee ♡ hee uh… ♡ I will do that ♡ Click… ♡ Too, hee ♡ keep woo ♡ You’re gnawing… ♡♡!”

Female juices leaked out of the holes that had been dug in and soiled the floor.

“I like it very much. Anyway, I can’t get enough of it.”

Sylvia seems excited about the surprise domestication that greeted her as soon as she woke up. She made me happy as well.

“Anyway, you may have heard it before you passed out, but now Sylvia, you are my property without human rights. I’m going to make some slave cows for milking, so please follow me.”

“Uuuuu000♡ This is sol tingle tingling… ♡ I don’t know… ♡ Boi… ♡ Ahaha… ♡ Hak ♡ Hak ♡ What am I… If… Okay… ? Hehe… ♡”

Sylvia’s attitude of actively supporting her own domestication made me proud.
She was like a master who, in an aristocratic manner, always listened to my conduct as a slave.

“You put a cow’s headband on your head when you slept? That’s a memory seal magic tool. You know better because it’s magic developed by Cliana, right? Anyway, you can seal your intelligence with it and become like a real livestock, would you like to try it?”

Klopp… ♡

The sound of swallowing was loud like thunder.

Sylvia’s eyes moistened with her desire for the pleasures she felt at the miserable treatment she was to come.

“Wasn’t it hard to be tortured with too many things at the same time when you were trapped inside the capsule? Sorry. I’ll be gentle this time, so let’s become a slave cow with peace of mind?”

“Yes… ♡”

The moment I felt rewarded by her sweet voice, I had a good idea.

“Ah! Originally, Sylvia, I was going to ask you to seal the memory yourself, but this is better!”

“What… What else… ♡”

I met eyes with sparkling eyes full of anticipation.

“It’s a hypnotic command. “Like a slave cow, hurry up and seal the memory!”

At that, Sylvia’s lips, her mouth wide open, formed a smile on her v.
It is the smile of a perverted beautiful girl.
Soon the headband she had draped over her gleamed weakly, and Sylvia’s red eyes dimmed for a moment, then brightened again.

Cow headband. It is clear that only he himself activated a magic tool capable of sealing memories.

“Ooh… ?”

Sylvia’s eyes, which had been slightly raised with a confident and dignified feeling, seemed to have become slightly rounder.
Silvia, who struggled with her immobilized body and tilted her head, couldn’t find her conventional intelligence.

With her stupid, harmless face, I caress her hair, which drools at the corner of her mouth, and she grins and happily accepts her touch.
Even if the intellect is sealed, the affection for the slave that is thoroughly imprinted in the mind and body remains.

I can’t help but warm my heart For such a good master, you must start milking without procrastination.

When the milking machine is started, several brushes come out from the inside of the funnel and sequentially push and sweep the teats as if beating a group.

“Huh!? Ugh… !!”

Her nipples stood painfully erect and pointed, like an angry man with blood rushing to his head.
The erect nipples were furious and furious at the bullies who bounced and wiped them with a brush.
At the constant bullying of the milking machine, who mercilessly knocked, saying, “What if you’re angry?”, Milk came out as if she was about to burst into tears.

Rattling… !
Beau-out- Beau-out-

“Hey hey… ♡ Heheh… ♡♡”

The front part of her breasts was pushed up and convex, and the glass surface of the milking machine was smeared with milky liquid.
The amount of breast milk that sobbed from the nipples that were being hit tick-tick tick-tick was very large.

Sylvia squeezed her hands and toes inside her barn, her skin trembling at the pleasure of her being milked.

Even though her intelligence had fallen to the level of a dumb beast, it didn’t change that she was still a cute mazo female.
No doubt she looked very happy as she was tied up and force-milked.

“I’ll put some magic into the brush and the clip brush again.”

“Oooooh… ! Right… !”

Sylvia whined as she removed her hand from stroking her hair to move over to her hip and out of her sight.

I had the feeling that if it took too long I might whimper.

I quickly climbed over the barn’s chin and entered, grabbing the brushes one by one. Inject magic power and adjust the movement more tenaciously.
Adjust the speed of the clitoris brush that gnawed at the clitoris.

“Hey… ♡! Hehe… ♡♡!!”

ㅃ─ Beau woo ─ Beau woo woo ──!

After finishing the action, I quickly returned to where Sylvia could see and stroked her wailing hair.
She has one more arm, so while stroking it, I put the fingers of my other hand into her mouth, sucking on the other side and pumping more forceful milk out of her breasts.

“Cheup. Wet Sylvia What if you’re squeezing and you act like a baby?”

“Uh woo ♡ tseung ♡ jjuup… ♡”

Sylvia used her tongue to lick her fingers. She tried to get her body up to change the bottle as it was almost full in no time, but it seemed like she would have to pull her fingers out first to get it to happen.

I pulled her back to pull her out, and Sylvia squeezed her cheek and sucked it in.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she opened her ax eye and forced her sucker away from her finger to keep it from being taken away.

She replaced the bottle in the holder with an empty bottle and quickly sat back in her chair.
When I put her finger back, I smiled and sucked her with her eyes wide open.

It was absurd, yet lovely, so I laughed out loud.

It wasn’t until late at night that Sylvia, who was not sure whether she was a baby or an animal, was released, licking her fingers, sucking on her breast milk, and squeezing her juices and tides.