Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 227

Chapter 227 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (7)

In a gloomy dungeon, exotic and beautiful dancers were imprisoned and decorated the walls. It was like a negative inserted into some sensual novel. It was really like that when they were deprived of their human rights and displayed as living war trophies.

Due to the struggles of the dancers with their arms tied upwards as if in punishment, the chains hanging from the ceiling groaned from time to time. However, his wrists, which were padded with soft cotton so that they would not get hurt by unnecessary exertion, did not get the slightest scratch.

Likewise, like the ankles of shackles that forcefully spread their legs apart because they did not even move.

Deprived of their freedom, they could not see an inch ahead. It was because the eye patch was covered with a blue light, and the gradual brainwashing work was going on in the eyes from the magic letters engraved on it. It was because pink drugs and needles stained with green raw materials penetrated and remodeled all over the body.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh…” … !”

The first place to be stabbed was the nipple. Next was the clitoris. And it was an ass. Again, it was the place where the tongue and the uterus of the lower abdomen were located. As a result, the bodies of the dancers became insensitive to pain and sensitive to pleasure.

“Huh, huh, huh… !”

What is noteworthy is that even then, the scream did not leak out. I can only hear the chirping sounds like the angtal of females who are good to listen to. It was thanks to a replica made to the same size as the baron’s cock attached to the inside of the gag and inserted deep into his throat.

Made of high-quality wood with a shape memory function, for the purpose of learning that bitches who dare to use it as a cum dripper are not clumsy.

The same thing buzzed back and forth in the vagina and anus as well. The already sensitive body and the model, which operated with magic power, pricked the dancers without rest. Until the first time in my life, I tightened the big object as deeply as possible and comfortably.

Considering its enormous size, I was worried that it would come loose soon, but that was solved by a little mystery and a rubber tube connected to the outside of the gag. More precisely, by feeding the semen contained in a large-capacity glass tube as if breastfeeding.

The body that the baron possesses is itself an elixir of youth. Just soaking in his saliva was enough to stop the aging process, and there was no need to mention what the semen would be like to be able to conceive. To borrow Lucienne’s expression, it was an undeserved luxury for mere dancer bitches.

That’s why Young Ae thoroughly arranged several restrictions so that they would not be ungrateful.

First of all, he was parasitic near his heart after feeding him a mana core so that he could destroy his personality at any time. The mysterious energy that flows through the blood vessels invades the brain whenever it wants and causes pleasure, pain, and emotions.

There were also seeds. Plants that grew by dissolving or incapacitating the intestines of the digestive system and squeezing between them prevented the host from absorbing nutrients other than by designated means. Originally, it was to supply magical power, or in this case, to consume essence.

In other words, rom-cheap cum.

It is now an indispensable staple food for dancers, which is accepted by the body without special digestion. In addition, their mouth, throat, esophagus and anus were nothing more than body organs for obtaining pleasure.

Of course, if you still have a spirit that longs for freedom, you might be able to cast off all those afflictions and resist. So Young Ae mobilized the shamanic knowledge I knew and connected the nerves of the nine dancers. Let’s share the pleasure that each other feels so that we don’t go astray without everyone’s plan.

“How are you, Mr. West?”

He was a very bitter assistant. However, unlike usual, it was the baron himself who planned this incident, not the young lady. She, who did not expect her beloved husband to have such a dignified face, floated her luck with her face that reminded her a lot.

“Do you like it?”

Asked Lucienne, stretching her long blonde hair, setting her nine cylinders down on her floor. After all her adjustments, she squatted in front of her baron and, like a chaste bitch, she knew what I had to do.

“This is a toy prepared so that you can taste how tight these bitches’ pussies are. It’s the same as the one we modeled after mom and I and Bijou’s pussy before. It was interlocked by filling the metal cylinder with a substance that felt like flesh realized through alchemy.”

The inside of the toy was full of life as if you were actually looking into your vagina. It was impressive that each part had a slight difference in color, and the shape, number, and depth of wrinkles were all different. Like really alive.

“The reason why the cylinder was made of metal was because of this other than durability.”

A few phrases were inscribed on the surface, which was pointed by a thin and pretty finger, like an artifact. It was a content indicating who the original of this object was and what kind of existence it was. If you look closely at the text, you can see that it is a work in which Lucienne’s unique temperament is melted.

‘Asuka, forty-two.’

‘A bitch with a big, bad personality.’

‘The body is fucking ugly.’

‘A married woman who has a husband and a son, a jism receiving doll.’

With her weird smile and eye smile, she caressed her stiff prick with one hand. She carefully matched the head of the cylinder with the mouth of the toy she was holding in her other hand, as if trying to comfort her phallus, which had never lost its momentum.

“I will write down the tightening if Seo Bang-nim uses it and evaluates it.”

Squeaky, forty-two, Ashka’s pussy was relatively soft despite her stocky body. As soon as it was inserted, it didn’t take much, and the gap that split was like being wrapped in soggy cotton. Of course, the force to tighten it was lacking because of the thin woman, but it was definitely excellent.

“Oh, and you can hear what bitches are thinking inside while you fuck with this toy. It’s a new feature that I added this time, but I’m going to change things made with my mother, Bijou, and my pussy that way.”

It was really interesting. It was as much as the act of helping a beautiful blonde aristocratic young lady masturbate while blinking her red eyes. The dedication of Lucienne, who laughed bashfully, made her baron, who was angry at the injury of her concubine, gradually ease her mind.

‘Himenaat, crane, army, shaat! Whoa, you bad, whoop, gyejiip, whouh, add!’

The first taste is sweet and crunchy so that you can enjoy it slowly.

‘How dare you, Danju, black, white, betrayal?’

Then, around the time I got bored, I adjusted the tempo and squeak.

‘Here, sss, standing, escape, haat, man, haha ​​eon, kyaauheugh!’

In the end, he felt the dissatisfaction and mercilessly squealed.

“It’s not bad, but it’s not bad compared to mom, right?”

That was natural. Even if the beautiful Pyewolsuhwa was compared to the four seasons of Gallia, nothing was inferior to it. In the first place, Orianne Lemoang is the one who gave birth to the Winter Stone of the North. Except for Henrietta, the progenitor of the term, she did not acquire titles only because she was purely married.

“Then, I’ll write down the tightening of Ashka as something that still needs more training.”

Lucienne, who grinned and pulled out the toy, wrote one more sentence on her cylinder.

‘This bastard needs to be restrained, educated and severely punished.’

Among the five-pointed star patterns that she followed, only one was painted. It meant that it was a self-defense tool that only scored 1 out of 5 points.

“Let’s see, next…”

The young lady, who picked up the second toy, scored everyone with her sincere dignity. While giving her husband pleasure in masturbation, she built a solid harem for him to enjoy.

It was the so-called Lucienne evaluation score.

‘Shriya, twenty one.’

‘Because he’s arrogant, he looks like a idiot.’

‘The breasts are small and the pussy is chewy.’

‘A slut for cum without a family.’

Two and a half stars.

‘Himena, thirty.’

‘The worst body.’

‘A face that makes you want to chew.’

‘A footbed with a lover who promised a future.’

Three and a half stars.

‘Malika, twenty.’

‘Additional points to the body of a mixed-race cum-drainer.’

‘Angkaljin orphan, with a dirty personality.’

‘Still, it’s fresh enough to be useful as an ornamental ashtray.’

One and a half stars.

‘Amisya, thirty-six.’

‘A bitch with a decent atmosphere.’

‘Quite loyal, it doesn’t matter if I hit you for no reason.’

‘A bitch who bends over the subject of having a husband and a daughter.’

‘A spineless jizz toilet.’

Two stars.

‘Gayatri, twenty-five.’

‘An easy delivery type hips, strong.’

‘Big breasts and beautiful shape.’

‘An extra point for the most exotic face.’

‘A pillow girl that’s good for putting your head or legs on.’

Three stars.

‘Nicole, twenty one.’

‘The twins’ younger sister.’

‘A fat and well-groomed bitch.’

‘A bed dedicated to a western lady like her sister.’

One star.

‘Rosaria, twenty one.’

‘Twin jism dripping sister.’

‘A fat and well-groomed bitch.’

‘A bed dedicated to a western lady like a younger brother.’

Two and a half stars.

‘Claudia, twenty-four.’

‘She’s skinny, but she’s a bad bitch.’

‘Even though it looks poor, it tastes like udder grabbing.’

‘A bitch that’s good to wear and fuck.’

‘I have a younger brother, but a chair exclusively for the West for the rest of my life.’

Three stars.

“That’s roughly it. I don’t know how these bitches can barely achieve 4 stars. Her mother and Aunt Henrietta are unquestionably perfect. There are about four and a half bijou.”

Critics who are truly worth listening to are never self-criticizing. But here Rom gave his mischievous, spiteful, yet lovely wife a generous score in his heart. Even if I can’t do it, it will be enough for four and a half.

“Don’t worry, they’re killer bitches who don’t have to feel guilty anyway.”

If I were to find the factor of a slight deduction, it would also be an intemperate desire. But to her baron, who also made him a valuable virtue of hers, Lucienne was indeed a vassal. Although she was a bit perverse, she was a wife who faithfully lived up to my affection.

“I will educate you firmly. It’s okay to leave it like this, but you can be edified while knowing that it’s an honor to be used for the West. It’s very important to train a new tool to become familiar with it, isn’t it?”

So, unfortunately for the nine dancers, it was actually decided from the time I hurt the most generous and affectionate person in this family.

“It’s okay if I don’t kill or destroy it, right?”

“Yeah, it’s a unique fucking house.”

“Yeah, I’m glad…”

As spoils of war, their future was rather bleak.