Chapter 235 – 23. Flower and Bird Month (5)
Hwajowol 1st episode, record of nine dancers.
A few small candles lit up in the gloomy dungeon. The crystal ball, which flashed with the light as a signal, recorded the process of taming attractive women one by one at the place where I was installed. Being isolated from the outside world, it is impossible to tell the difference between day and night.
The dancers who were imprisoned as decorations on the wall were soon released. He was still handcuffed and shackled to his limbs. He was wearing an eyepatch around his eyes. But the fierce resistance was never the same. The proof was that no one thought of attacking the young lady who whistled and made a square knot.
Nine taut ropes in a row in the empty room.
The vast basement of the Winter Mansion was so large that even the room used as a prison was quite large. Even so, Lucienne made a zigzag shape by turning the angle at each end, as if that was not enough. Furthermore, it was also connected somewhere with a laying system.
Three knots the size of chestnut grains hung from the thick braided rope at every step. On the rope straightened with stakes driven into the tips and shafts, she dripped and soaked various drugs.
“Ah, it’s lonely because those bitches who used to raise their heads stiffly and mess around become quiet.”
Poof! The young lady swung her cane into the air and slapped Ashka on the buttock. It was so disgusting to see a woman who was twice as tall as me cower and eat her scare. Her hands are handcuffed behind her back and heavy shackles hang around her ankles, making it difficult for her to walk.
“Would you like everyone to stand upright in their positions?”
The women whose vision was blocked found their place hesitantly. Of course, it wasn’t magnetic. He had barely arrived after being slapped on her breasts and ass in a sluggish motion. At the set starting point with the rope in question tucked between the crotch.
“This is an exercise that will rehabilitate the bodies of cocky bitches like you. It’s a game that will put tension on the loose pussy.”
The view of the prison from the ceiling was like a spider’s web. Nine geometrically independent ropes were digging into the dancers’ genitals. The rope, which was rather rough to rub away their tender flesh, and the chestnut knot, which would stimulate every step, were obstacles that hindered their progress.
“The place you are now in is the starting point.”
Finish to the end, the rules of this lewd game were simple.
“Of course, the end of the rope must be the destination, right?”
Lucienne, smirking, explained the variable she added for fun. With the baron’s semen, which she had consumed all day, she spread hope to the women whose sweat was now purified.
“Now, the winning bitch is especially humble and free! I will take responsibility and tell the West to send you back to my hometown!”
The faces of the dancers, who couldn’t even take a break, let alone sleep, turned bright colors one by one. Even Amisha and Himena, who swore obedience, seemed to be listening. After all, it wouldn’t be pleasant to have your whole body remodeled while deprived of your human rights.
“There is also a prize. I’ll give you a few Gallic gold coins to buy something tasty on the way home. A truly unconventional treat. Instead, keep in mind that the race is winner-takes-all. A new punishment awaits those bitches who didn’t cross the finish line first.”
“Bur, what’s the penalty?”
Claudia asked, turning her head towards the voice. Even the words he spat out briefly seemed to radiate heat, continuing to climax even after the medicinal effect had subsided.
“Good question!”
Slap! Said Lucienne, who hit Claudia in the belly with her cane. She added, watching her howl like a beast, tilting her head at the impact of her direct hit on her sensitive womb.
“The key to today’s race is that it is possible to drop out. If you give up your chance of liberation and swear that you will be used by the West for the rest of your life, you can be imprisoned again after carrying out simple penalties.”
The penalty of bowing hundreds of times to a cock modeled after the baron’s, the penalty of repeatedly sitting and getting up on it a set number of times, the penalty of being deprived of sleep until you are gone just by listening to his voice without touching it, the punishment of high-level maritime training and lewdness Even the punishment of learning court etiquette that has been reinterpreted.
“The thing to keep in mind here is that it’s a last-minute decision. The races will be ranked in order of giving up the fastest, excluding the years in which they were won. In short, at the point when everyone finishes or gives up, the guy who finishes until the end is in last place.”
The road to obedience is originally a long and rugged law. As for Lucienne herself, didn’t she go beyond her lifelong dedication? That’s why she couldn’t subdue the Assassin of the Seokhwadan by any means. Submission from the heart is not easy for anyone.
“What kind of disposition is suitable for a bastard who does not know repentance? Would it be okay if I beat up my cheeky tits and then make my butt a slut? Or should I learn the pleasure of masochism while pinching the clitoris?”
So the crafty young lady trembled. Befitting the best occultists in the frozen land, he tied up well-trained dancers with words. Seeing through that what women who are resistant to simple ignorant torture truly fear is the loss of self and faith.
“Unfortunately, I am soft-hearted and will use a more humane method. It’s hard to keep flirting with her, so I’m going to erase her personality and make her a familiar who listens well.”
I was kindly brainwashed.
“Did you understand?”
The razor that ate through the wet crevice under the detailed plot is your lifeline. Lucienne’s direct expression awakened the dancers.
Exquisitely, the ropes tailored to each person’s height were designed so that their bodies would float if they did not lift their tiptoes, so the race, which was difficult just to maintain balance with handcuffs and shackles, became hell the moment it collapsed.
“Let’s go, bitches.”
Right! The young lady snapped her fingers and sat down in a chair with a happy face. A glass of beer prepared in advance and a package of snacks spread out on the desk and chewed. I watched the human horse race of the dancers, who showed off their voluptuous bodies and carefully advanced one step at a time.
“Hehe, yeot, haaaaah…”
“Yeah, yes, yes, yes…”
Haha, haha…”
In the image of the vicious occultist, a strange inspiration quickly emerged. Come to think of it, I was also interested in running a window shop in the past. It was a business that kidnapped the smooth-haired women from the continent, tamed them in their own way, and then used them to entertain high-ranking aristocrats.
No matter how much a woman has been turned into a tool, it is not right to give away the possessions of the baron to others. Because that was something neither Rom nor himself wanted. However, how about relaying this game to the market to add a little immorality?
‘I think it would be nice to rob the pockets of bastards with some money?’
Saliva drips from the upper mouth, and love juice drips from the lower mouth. The competition between the dancers, who struggled to step forward while jingling handcuffs and shackles, was a great spectacle. It seemed that if we set up a stadium and spectator seats in a spacious place and paid dividends, we would be able to make good money.
“Hee hee, hee hee… !”
“Ahhhhh…”
“Uhhhhh… !”
Ten minutes had already passed. Gayatri, who had advanced as little as five strides, firmly established his lead position with his nipples erect. He groaned wildly like a beast and set his foot ferociously, thinking of somehow getting there first.
Tok, tok, tok.
The drugs applied to the knots were divided in efficacy for each section. At first, it was an aphrodisiac containing vegetable extracts from the Veda, and it was characterized by itching when it touched the mucous membrane. It was an object that made her immerse herself in masturbation by rubbing her genital area with a rope because she could not resist her natural desire to scratch it.
Hehe… !”
“Ah, ah, ah, ah… !”
Next was a popular potion in Ruth. It was a masterpiece with the mechanism of storing pleasure as a kind of anesthetic and then bursting it all at once. Conversely, it was an improved drug that controlled it until it reached its climax in pleasure.
“Go, I’m sorry, I don’t like it…”
“Oops, uuuuu…”
“Kyaaaaa… !”
The race is long. In addition, the liquid the rope contained was diverse. There were hallucinogens that lead slaves deprived of their sight to a world of ecstasy, natural glue that sticks to them sticky and black, and paths that allowed them to rest with only the baron’s cum to prevent dehydration or fainting.
Gayatri is still in the lead, followed by Malika and Shriya.
However, due to the long friction and effects caused by various drugs, the bodies of the three of them stumbled as if they were about to fall at any moment. Indeed, her lieutenant, Ashka, must have struggled to keep her balance under the weight of her large breasts.
“Kyaheuk!”
She gave out her shriek and struggled against her. She let out a hot breath and struggled to free herself from her bondage.
“I’m giving up, I’m giving up, I’m giving up… !”
“You’re only going to take six steps an hour and then quit?”
“I can’t, oops, I was wrong…”
Unfortunately, the fate given was only compliance.
“I don’t think you can just look at me because of the offense.”
“Hee-hee, whoa, whoa… !”
“I’m kidding, I’m afraid.”
Lucienne, sarcastic with her childish demeanor, took a sip of her beer and allowed it. Even in the midst of that, she staggered forward like a snail, glanced at the dancers who were engaged in a close battle, and then ordered.
“Assuming that the West is watching you, ask for forgiveness gracefully.”
“I, uhh, Ashka, huh, Arden, hauh, the baron’s, kyaauhh, about the cock dripping, hyat… !”
“That’s right, I will offer everything for the sin of messing around without knowing the subject.”
“The subject, haha, I don’t know, oh oh, messing around, sin oh uh uh, everything, hah, I’ll give it to you… !”
“Nice job, I’ll admit it.”
The first dropout was none other than Ashka. Lucienne, waving her hand in the air, cut her rope with her telekinesis. She laughed at the last sight of the female sitting down and bursting the fountain as if she was incontinent.
“Eight left, boys!”
Actually, right after the dancers climbed on, there were eight ropes connecting the starting point and ending point.
“Let’s do our best!”
I watched the fall of hopeful females on the racetrack where there was no finish line.
‘Puhu, sick boys…’
The villainous occultist’s assistant has only been out for a day.
