Chapter 197 – 19. Henrietta of Kyoyo (7)
The simpler the instinct inherent in human psychology, the more direct it is. In order to highlight only the innate nature away from the organic interaction of the natural world, it is necessary to create an environment where only one can focus on it. It is literally to become a beast, excluding complex thoughts and providing only peripheral pleasures.
Hehe, kyaack… !”
The baron, heavily intoxicated with a few glasses of wine, was so loose that he couldn’t even properly discern his hair. Even so, the body instinctively took only the movements necessary to tame the woman and captured the duchess.
With a savage hand, I immediately snatched the hair that was deeper than the color of the glass I drank from. With the other hand, she slapped her head several times in quick succession that was harsh and painful, and each time she enjoyed the growth of a bitch who became more and more polite.
‘I hate being violent!’
Of course, he glared at me when he hit me on the right cheek for the first time.
‘It’s okay to treat everyone kindly.’
Then, after tapping the left cheek, his ferocious eyes began to shake.
‘It hurts… !’
Jjaak, by the time he was slapped on the right cheek again, he collapsed helplessly and lowered his eyes.
‘Please don’t hit me…’
After being slapped on the left cheek for the last time, I looked up with a twinkle in my eyes.
“My cute bitch, you should say thank you for spanking the owner.”
Her cheeks, which had already been blushing with shame, were hit with a hand, causing a deeper blush. Also, before that tingling sensation went away, the man who hurt me pierced her whole body with her ice-cold gaze. She demanded with unspoken pressure.
‘Why are you looking at me like that…’
Succumb to injustice
‘It was me who was beaten, and you were the one who hit me. Shouldn’t I be more angry?’
Thank you for anything
‘Oh, that’s right…’
Although her words were soft, her attitude was clear. Henrietta, realizing her predicament, instinctively moved as she saw the serious face of the male, who had been laughing a little while ago. When she felt fear and realized her theme of survival, she became a beast.
‘To this man, I am not a human being. If you don’t listen nicely, you’re just a piece of worthless meat…’
What Baron Ardennes needed was not a duchess who moved after calculating everything. All he needed was a bitch that was cute and loyal and could bark with ease.
‘Cruel and scary male…’
If you disobey, you will be punished. Regardless of male and female, individuals who challenge the authority of the leader will have a bad end. We know the results that have been imprinted in our genes through the ages. The price of defiance is the death that all living things want to avoid.
‘But, as long as you obey me . . . …’
Henrietta, who knelt on her knees as she changed her squatting posture, looked up at Rome. Like one of the cradle of ancient history, she worshiped a truly large phallus. Respectfully placing her hands on her lap, she scrutinized her eyes, and with her pursed lips she kindly praised her.
“Go, thank you…”
You are my god
“I’m glad you hit me…”
The prodigious appearance of her soon made her thick penis more erect. Even when I put it on her face, she emptied the new veins as if to show off that it wasn’t all enlarged. And the Duchess, overwhelmed by the spectacle, began to tremble as her shoulders trembled.
Cuck Cuck, Rome grabbed the hair and brought Henrietta’s face to me.
He poked the tip of her high nose and soft cheek with her glans to help her realize the blunt pressure. She has developed her female instincts so that there is nothing to be held back by social status or face. Thus, she awakened and trained her behavior, which focused solely on survival.
“Wow, side…”
Like the expression, a cockhouse bitch, if you push your cock in, you kiss her even though you look at her resentfully as if you’re mean.
“Hot, hot, side…”
I am thankful for the thing that bothers me while spitting out excited moans in subtle pain.
“Huh, uh, side…”
An oath to obey with the utmost sincerity and to serve with fervent faith.
“Thank you for bothering me, wow, thank you, jjook…”
Just because you’re a little bit drunk doesn’t make you a clumsy male. Meanwhile, Rom had lost the self-control of her body and was gradually awakening as an unbridled beast. From the resentment of not being able to finish her lustful play with Françoise to having to swallow her resentment while being nagged at by her half-sister Marguerite.
“Come on.”
Henrietta, driven by her strength, was thrown onto the soft bed. Grabbing her hair, she fell over and buried her face in her pillow. She soon became obedient as her head was pressed against her as she struggled with her tightness until she couldn’t breathe.
“Ooh, suck… !”
“Stay still, bitch.”
Henrietta flinched. Her lustful, voluptuous breasts pressed against her bed over her thick blanket. Just like that, beautiful views appeared on both sides of her back. It was a sight to see why so many people refer to the Duchess of the East as spring.
A cheeky and shameful female body, her most fresh female body was sprinkled with sexual energy.
In her expensive hand-knit nightgown, she slammed the ripped scraps of rompers to the floor with her hands. She followed, slowly stroking the Duchess’s prominent erect muscles, working her way down from her slim waist to her round, fleshy hips.
“Do you like this, Oriane?”
He then punished her until her womb in the cockpit was hot as if to warm it up. The only thing she had open was her ears and a few orifices she couldn’t close of her own accord, so she was helpless and she was beaten over and over again. She didn’t even dare to break away from the berserk Rom’s defense, and she just waited for everything to pass.
“No, was it Henrietta?”
However, as it happened, the baron’s true intention, which was jeered at, was to discipline the female he was going to crush. Even after admitting her fall, she freed her desire, which she had seldom suppressed, with the help of her spirit of alcohol, and acted as if she would be willing to accept it as her beloved wife.
Coincidentally, she was Henrietta, not Oriane.
“I like it very much too. Ever since the Marquis Marquis, whom I have always respected, took my rough hand and gave me a vulgar sensual novel.”
Her slick, ruddy ass went red.
“Aww… !”
“So bark, bitch.”
The shape of the baron’s long, thick hand was engraved like a tattoo.
“Aww, I’m so sorry… !”
“Shaking her ass like a vulgar prostitute and making love to her.”
Squeezing, and the index and middle fingers clumped together, dug deep into the wet pussy.
“Hey, hey, hey… !”
“Don’t fight, don’t resist.”
It tickled the tightly closed back hole with his thumb, bringing chills down his spine.
“Oops… !”
“You don’t have to think about it any more. Just do what I tell you to do All you have to do is to whisper softly in a pleasant voice while smiling softly. It’s enough for a bitch to have a bad body, so what’s the reason to use your brain unnecessarily?”
After that, the merciless harassment was repeated.
“Always thank me. I’m glad that it’s your cockhouse, and I worship it to the point of embarrassment. I will be your idol, you will be my follower. So sacrifice that body every day and night.”
Until the moment when the duchess, who is like a virgin and does not know pleasure, is reborn as a real woman.
“Got it?”
Like the original meaning of the word intercourse, they were able to train without combining their bodies. The foreplay alone nourished Henrietta’s mind and body, making her groan in pleasure in her pillow. Still not satisfied, I touched her uterus beyond her lower belly until it became hot.
“Yeah, hey, yes hehe… !”
Thump.
“Meongmeong, hww, I’ll make my buttocks look pretty like your very own prostitute… !”
“Don’t use fancy words pretending to be classy bitches.”
Squeaky.
“Sorry, kkyaheuk, hayooh, uhhuh, like your very own prostitute… !”
“Right.”
“Yeah, hey, like a slut, like a crazy bitch because he’s hungry for cock, hey, he’ll shake his ass… !”
Slap slap.
“Henrietta, uhh, uhh, the baron’s own, uhhh, slut, yes, whore, uhhh, doesn’t fight, doesn’t resist, never, doesn’t think, uhhhhh, hah, slave bitch, bitch bitch, cum sucker , You are, huh, hwh, my god, kahhhhh, forever, you, master, baron, hyat, hwh, without, no, incorrigible, bitch wife… !”
“What if I tell you to take it off?”
“Immediately, heuk, friend, huh, uh, question, kyaheuk, don’t have, don’t… !”
“What if you say bachi?”
“Immediately, haugh, kyak, dedicate, uhhh, anything, anything, yes, everything, everything… !”
Tingling.
‘Only tonight, yes, one night, yes, it’s a deviation, it’s okay, later, anyway, yes, because it’s one day, yes, yes, ah, only one day, kyaheu, good, too, baron, yes, it’s the baron, It’s my master, my one and only, my only god, my object of worship, one day, limited, but okay, I love you, enchanted, happy, happy, ah, happy, too, this, woman, happy, uh yeah, female, right, fuck house the joy of…’
Jaw-whip.
‘I, kkyaheuk, whoop, I love it, uhuhuhuh, happy, haah, in the world, haah, best, whouh, whoop, happy female, whoop, haah, submissive, good, whoop, haah, whoop, good , too, yes, baron, master, god, bitch,hee hee, please order, continue, yes, oops, overnight, no, me too, haha, oops, continue, oops, continue, this person, from below, whoops, fuck House bitch, uhhhhh, kyakkyakkyahat, want to…’
Prick.
“Ku-k-k-k-k-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-wu-w-w-wu-w-w
“That’s right, heuk, heuk, fuck, yeah, heuk, bitch, shed, heuk, haat, go, heuk, thank you… !”
“Is it good that the owner chews on you?”
“Neheet, heeuk, heeut, I like it… !”
“How much?”
“Just, as much as the sky, as much as the sky, the mak, the like, the earth, 흣, 흣, whatever, hot, hot,, your will, yes, yes,… !”
Paddle paddle.
“Are you going to obey anything, Henrietta?”
“Yeah, four, yahoo, uh, uh, it’s the owner’s, yeah, just for one night…”
“It is also unique. Then, can I pour cum into your womb and pretend I don’t know?”
“Yeah, whoops, but, whoops, that…”
“No? Shall we stop then?”
Suddenly, the mischievous baron stopped all action and added:
“All.”
You don’t have to bark. You can fight. You can resist. You can think of it. What does it mean to have a kind smile? There is nothing to whisper in a pleasant voice. The same is true for reasons of gratitude and worship.
The King’s Daughter, Aquitaine’s Lady, Gaul’s Four Seasons, Eastern Spring.
All names can be regained if only a clear refusal is expressed. You can escape from the lowly and insulting treatment of a cockhouse, a bitch, a slut, and a jism drip tray. In other words, this turning point is Henrietta LeBlanc’s last chance as a person.
There is only one price to pay for being free: the loss of pleasure.
Her head, crushed by her pillow, rose on its own. The baron’s hand, which had been holding her hair until just now, withdrew. At the same time, turning her body slightly to her side and meeting his gaze, Henrietta was frightened. She realized her pleasure quickly cooling off and made her decision.
‘Only today…’
With a calm and clear mind.
‘It’s only for today…’
Completely again and again.
“No, I mean…”
“You mean?”
“That’s not the business of a bitch who shouldn’t even think about it…”
She was coquettish with a strange smile and barked pretty.
“That’s right… ?”
Woof woof.
