Chapter 396 – 39. Dedication (6)
Leaving the late night and heading into the early morning.
The baron, standing alone in the messed up bedroom, stepped forward. He grabbed the cigarette pack he had confiscated for decadent play during one of his many affairs, took out one, and took a bite. A fire was lit while panting females were spread out here and there.
“How many times?”
“Eighty-three times…”
Rom, who deeply inhaled the acrid smoke, looked down on Ximena. She laughed at the carpet, which was struggling to get the number of reps even with her exhausted body. Since she suffered from convulsions several times, she had no choice but to pretend not to know.
“When you climax, you have to start counting again from the beginning?”
“Yes…”
The slave’s expression of trying to smile even while he was crying helplessly was so disgusting that Rom willingly grabbed his object when he saw the slave’s appearance arousing his sadistic desires. After aiming at the target in front of her red-hot eyes, she emptied the urine she had been holding in.
“Stick out your tongue, bitch who can’t even use a restroom.”
“Hey, hehe…”
The sight of the strong stream of water hitting my tongue was truly immoral. The eye candy wasn’t bad as the sweat-soaked, oily skin was washed away by the water pressure, adding a different shine. As I got older, my bladder filled up so easily that it was annoying, so I had to find something fun like this.
“What is the best record?”
“I’m not sure exactly.”
“This is a really stupid fucking house. “Just say something roughly.”
“Probably over 9,000 times…”
The slave, who had regained quite a bit of her energy perhaps due to drinking her magical essence, glanced at her and answered. It seemed like her previous declaration that she would fill herself 10,000 times without climaxing as she had been ordered to do was meaningless. Well, it might have been unfair since the cumulative number had already been exceeded.
“Okay, then let’s do it in moderation, about a thousand times. “I’ll send you that much until the others get themselves together.”
“Uh, yes… ?”
“Are you okay? “You don’t have to do it yourself, and it’s easy because you don’t have to endure it without going.”
Himena trembled greatly again. Because she was in her early adolescence, the owner had a mischievous, mischievous smile that stood out even more. Although she looked like a young man who had just shed her youthful appearance, she was actually a man of such stamina that she threatened to destroy a slave like me to his face.
Thanks to this, her position became even more difficult. Although she was a female member of Baron Amman’s harem and was well-versed in pleasure, she would never have gone to such unrealistic lengths.
“Rest assured, you won’t die. Why should I treat my own toys carelessly? Just like that. I won’t be able to breathe for a couple of hours. “I plan to make him lie down on the bed, restrain him, so he can’t move, and then torture him.”
“Well, what you’re saying is…”
“That’s exactly what you’re thinking.”
Who could imagine looking at that bright face? Unless you were a slave holding on to a fake cock head in a strange position, you wouldn’t know. He is kind and considerate, but once he gets angry, he is a natural ruler who cannot be stopped.
“Did you like being strangled and chewed? Even if you don’t like something, it doesn’t really matter because you will soon become addicted to it.”
“Ah, ah…”
“Congratulations, you’ve won the peak hell. Even if my brain is broken, I won’t stop or let go until I complete the set number of times. I’ll probably be able to go a dozen times a second later. It must be so spectacular. “I wanted to try it someday, but I never dreamed I would be testing it on our rug.”
Women who mix themselves with the Baron reverse aging. You will receive fresh energy and show off your beauty and health until the day you reach the end of your life. In other words, it means becoming a superman. Even if you stop breathing for a few hours, you will be fine as long as the magical energy you received from him remains.
“Ah, anyway, hell is just a metaphor, right?”
What came back to the slave who asked with a glimmer of hope was a light corporal punishment. He tripped her, which was precariously holding on, and tripped her, causing the head of the replica glans, which rose toward her uterus, to slide and hit the mucous membrane and wrinkles that had been soaked from hours of corporal punishment.
“Ahhhhh, hehe… !”
“It looks like I’m joking.”
After climaxing all at once, Himena fell into a state of incontinence. Just like what her master had made her drink, it contained none of her waste products. My smooth body was also proof that I had become a woman’s body, far from that of an ordinary person.
“You have to say the right answer. Because all other answers are wrong.”
Rom’s somewhat unfamiliar attitude was truly refreshing. It felt like everything from her down to her hair was standing on end. It wasn’t a sentiment she deserved at moments like this, but she even came to reconsider her old thoughts that she was a pure-hearted person with good energy except on the battlefield.
“Now, what is the answer?”
In some ways, this may sound crazy. However, Ximena was firmly convinced at this moment. If there is one truth that will not change in this unstable world, it is definitely Ardennes.
“Thank you…”
Haven’t they often forgotten the position they were given despite repeated oaths and education? A bitch who is worse than an idiot needs a master she can always look up to and follow. And this man, speaking in Roman terms, was truly a man worthy of holding the leash of women like me.
“As you wish, please…”
Serving another master cannot and should not exist. This Baron, who seems to be violent but carefully holds the reins, was the right choice.
Therefore, Ximena had no worries. She believed that even if she had the wherewithal, it would be nothing more than a spice to ward off boredom. Furthermore, I also realized that I just had to empty my head and not think about useless thoughts and follow the rule.
Foot rug slave, tool bitch, dick house dancer.
It was after that I pledged to obey obediently. As a bitch whose role is to be used, she was willing to accept it even if it was a harassment that sent chills down my spine. I laid down my body, which I had raised with difficulty, as he indicated, and placed my hands politely at my navel and answered softly.
“Please break it beautifully…”
I decided to happily walk down the thorny path of hell-like pleasure. Although she would have been a fool for doing so and left crying, she said that, as a female with a duty to be trampled on and humiliated, she would continue if the owner wanted it.
“That’s right, you pretty bitch.”
Of course, it was the correct answer.
* * *
Lady Lemoin’s work is truly ambitious.
It wasn’t for nothing that she liked being a young lady. Because she had a very picky personality, she didn’t often go out in public. In many ways, it was good for her to exert influence as a behind-the-scenes power because she had so much time.
“From a cosmological perspective, I am an incredible genius. Since I was young, I’ve been familiar with everything from advanced studies that everyone else finds difficult to how to penetrate bitches’ pussies with my slender fingers. First, I’m truly extraordinary.”
Of course, the winds of change blow everywhere. The northern frozen land is no exception. So the old Margrave of Le Mohan became the Barony of Ardennes. But that did not mean that she, ascending to her duke in her womanly body, did not receive attention.
In the first place, isn’t there an extremely rare case in Gallic history where a non-royal woman rose to such a position? Also, in some circles, her conspiracy theory was rampant that the rise of Rom, who was just a knight, was because she had made a deal with her under her influence.
“Hey, so if I want to, the Battle Nuns of Le Verrier will go straight to the damn rag group from today? Girls like you who used to be mercenaries are treated like worn-out bitches, like scars on the body, no matter how fair they are, so it’s hard to get paid for them. Unless it’s handled by a delicate and loving craftsman like me, she’s only a prostitute worth a single silver coin. “Why are you a bucket of trash, tied up against the wall of that window?”
Strictly speaking, it is a guess that cannot necessarily be said to be wrong.
“Yes, looking at the faces of Miss Mireille and Miss Ilse, they seem to want to ask what they want to say. “I praise you so much for your courage to keep your eyes wide open even though I injected a medicine directly into your uterus every time you acted like that.”
The reason why the power structure of the North changed so drastically was because of Lucienne Lemohan. Not only because she is impulsive and emotional, but also because her perverse side is not uncommon, it is because she is the wife who cherishes and supports her husband more than anyone else.
Some argue.
That the princess, who is considered the most dazzling beauty in that frozen land, will one day surpass her baron and reveal her hidden distinction. For her status as Lucille of Saint-Buch, rubbing her pussy with a pretty and smooth bitch until it was dry and worn out was all she had in her life, but it was nothing more than a sneer.
“Hehe, it feels like I’m looking at my husband. No. Amman, but where are the bitches rubbing? You are not as cool or dashing as Rom. Even inside, he is gloomy, like an old-fashioned fanatic. Oh, I’m suddenly angry. “If it wasn’t for the training of these fucking whores, my job would be to be there and comfort her!”
Basically, most conspiracy theories are absurd. Moreover, who could even imagine? The ice-cold and poisonous nature of this beautiful woman is actually a semi-crazy nymphomaniac. Furthermore, in the past, I targeted my mother, and these days, I live for the fun of finding a bitch to insert into her husband’s cock.
“No, that’s not true, you stupid Le Verrier fucks. It wasn’t just you. By now, I was going to go to Rom, who is depressed, and give him some comfort and have some intimate time as a married couple. But that doesn’t mean that the world’s biological father, Hurusil, is the one in charge of the bitches who ate the rice. “I can’t just leave without doing everything!”
Hasty criticism is prohibited. Although it is true that the Duchess of Lemoin is a wicked woman who cannot be saved in terms of both law and morality. Still, contrary to appearances, she is a devoted woman to her family, and she never crosses the line or takes great interest in anything other than the sexual realm she indulged in early on.
“So, Lucienne Lemoin, the greatest mystic in history, will recite it to you just once from now on. Let it be clearly engraved in your head. From this moment on, you bastards will drug your entire body, put you under hypnosis, and brainwash you with thorough training until your personality is distorted. “Usually, all the girls who are being trained by me eat that much as a basic food, so don’t think about being harsh!”
In short, Miss Lucienne, the mystic, knows everything.
“As the baronage grew rapidly, it aroused unnecessary attention here and there, and even the smallest things were handled carelessly, and a number of things arose that spread like wildfire. That’s why my husband has to bother to inspect everything, even the clothes he wants to wear. “It seems like he likes it, so that’s a good thing!”
At least, I can see through the fact that my husband is a little depressed for some reason and that the absence of his wife and concubines was an unfortunate coincidence.
“You sluts, I am intoxicated by the taste of your pussy being plucked. As expected, my wife, Lucienne. Even if you think about it, you, you fucking bitches, can’t even dream of how sad it is that you, who should have promised to be with me forever, are not with you right now. I’m still mad. It’s not like I’m creating a cock cult for those girls who call themselves the Battle Nuns, but it’ll be different fun doing it with Rom!”
Yes, each nun has a different charm. It is true that these girls are as arrogant and proud as they are religious. However, our female workers are not shepherds who only eat the fruit decorated on the delicious cake.
It’s only for my husband, but anyway.
Hehe, this is really hard…”
The female worker took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, pretending to wipe away sweat that had never formed. The topic ended with the sight of nuns with their hands tied behind their backs in a knot that followed the old style, bouncing around, their necks hanging in the air, far out of reach of their feet.
“Regardless of the left or right, it’s about your education. I was planning to get too absorbed in it, but my husband seemed a bit depressed, so I thought I’d go comfort him for a bit. Don’t worry, you won’t die or pass out. It was designed to be tightened just enough to be painful. So, I’m coming back soon? It won’t take long!”
As I said, the rope with a complex circuit-like diagram engraved on it exquisitely entangled the six nuns who were strangling themselves around me. Occasionally, he would randomly free one person’s hand and then tie it again, hinting at it repeatedly.
“By the way, the gag won’t come off, but your hands will come off sometimes? This is also fun and like a mystery. Some people are free if they go away with nipple masturbation, some people are free if they go away with clitoris masturbation, and some people are free only if they pierce both the front and back holes…”
“Keuuup, kuuuuup… !”
“If the rope binding your wrists is loosened, but you are busy trying to escape, other bitches will automatically be deprived of the opportunity, so take note. If I don’t go far enough to get my pussy juices flowing, there won’t be a next time? To put it another way, if the first sister who won the prize keeps her chastity, her colleagues will be a bit harsh.”
“Ub-eup, e-eup… !”
“Then I’ll come back for real this time!”
Corruption.
“Whoa, fuck. I was tired of the dignity of being honest. If you get good scores like this, they’ll even give you a medicine to turn you into a woman later on. “Rubbing is just as much fun as getting fucked, but my husband doesn’t know that.”
Or the fate to come.
“Let me fuck my mom, let me fuck my aunt, let me fuck my lover, let me fuck me too, where in the world is there a good woman like me? Now that I think about it, it would be more fun to create an alter ego and turn Rom into a woman than to turn him into a woman. They make themselves eat it too.”
If not that too.
“Ugh, you suck. Anyway, I’m so genius that it’s a shame.”
The extraordinary nature of a crazy female worker.
