Chapter 156 – 15. Reception (6)
The rose, which bloomed in a large and colorful flower in the petrified desert and in the barren desert, ended up being cut in the wind in the northern frozen soil. After being hypnotized by the persistent and ruthless mystic scientist Young lady, he confessed everything he knew, and even brought his body intact as a toy.
“Hmm…”
It took only half a day. Lucienne, who started work early in the morning and tamed the nine dancers before sunset, crossed her arms. She took a stern look at the Assassin Women, many of whom were wanderers of the West, and nodded.
“Okay, that’s not bad.”
Like her nickname of winter stone, she had a cold and lofty atmosphere, and she smiled with a rare satisfied smile. It was short, but he killed the slaves with a smile while lined up in a straight line. She ordered the nine dancers, including Shuriya, who had trained first, in order from her left her.
“Then where should I introduce myself?”
The first was Ashka. She was a wanderer from Veda in the Near East, and she was a woman of quite high status within the Stone Flower Order. She is the so-called Mi-bu, who can be said to be a high-ranking officer in the 40s and the chief in charge of this assassination operation.
Her curly, voluminous black hair was wrapped under the exotic hood of a wanderer. The fabric, which was painted with a nice red pattern, was yellow like gold and had glittering decorations.
“Master, the name of this lowly bitch is Ashka. She is an advanced dancer and chief assassin of the Stone Flower Troupe, which is active in various parts of the continent, centered on the western Grande Mande.”
The gray eyes under the thick eyebrows she exuded a profoundly feminine beauty even when they were loosely opened. The charm of her face her, along with her deep features her, scattered a sensuality befitting her age her. Her large breasts were as substantial as they might have been for her Françoise, and her well-segmented abs and slender but strong limbs showed off a healthy white color that was indistinguishable from her age her.
“She is forty-two, her family is a husband and son, and the number of people she has killed is in the triple digits.”
Dude, Lucienne lightly clapped her hands. Then Ashka, who was standing upright, took off her clothes her layer by layer. At the festival held to commemorate the baron’s wedding, she declared, dropping the traditional nomadic ceremonial dress she had prepared to disguise herself as a dancer who had come to cheer up.
“I, lowly bitch Ashka, will apologize with all my heart and body for her mistake in daring to kill Baron Ardennes. I will serve for the rest of my life with curly black hair, gray eyes, big breasts, and a body that doesn’t look like a middle-aged man. He lays down his ego and declares that he will become a hypnotic slave, lest he should ever rebel or think of impiety.”
“Is it enough just to declare it? When did I ever allow a bitch like you to live the life of an ordinary slave?”
Ashka, now naked, vulgarly spread her legs apart. He brought her hands her to the back of her head, exposing her smooth armpits her, and shook her head. She added clearly with a solemn expression even after falling into hypnosis, perhaps because of her original pulpit personality.
“No. Ashka is a hypnotic slave of the Ardennes family and a puppet for Master Romuald. I hope she will continue to slap her when she kisses her, or kick her in the stomach, or pat her on the ass.”
“It sounds like a position you deserve too much, but are you determined to get that position?”
“Asuka promises to abandon her family first. She promises Ashka that she will tell you all the secrets of her Petrifying Order her secondly. She promises Ashka that she will catch and sacrifice her sisters who, thirdly, attack her baron.”
Lucienne quietly covered her mouth with her hand. She asked again, hiding a distorted smile while feeling her ecstasy at the mean pleasure.
“Did you really want to be my West’s hypnotic slave?”
“Yes, Ashka does.”
“Okay, so I’ll have to review it positively.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m pinching her nipples with one hand and piercing her pussy with the other. Don’t forget to say the number with a smile every time you go. Set an example while interviewing other bitches.”
Ashka nodded silently and started masturbating in a lewd manner. She squeaks and heats up the atmosphere in her room. She looked at the dancer who was supposed to be next after the young lady crossed her arms again.
“Should our cutie just say hello and move on?”
“Yes, Master Lucienne…”
Also of the same Vedic origin, she who served as Ashka’s assistant was Shriya. As a beauty with dark hair and golden eyes, she was the only slave who continued to be naked, unlike the eight who, on the way, she was allowed to dress again.
“Master, this lowly bitch’s name is Shriya…”
“That’s right, good job.”
“I am a low-class dancer and official assassin of the Stone Flower Troupe…”
“And?”
“I am twenty-one, have no family, and have killed nineteen people…”
With a slap, Lucienne slapped Shuriya’s tiny breasts on her.
“You skipped your job, you stupid bitch.”
“I’m sorry, Master Lucienne…”
“Explain why you don’t dress differently than the other bitches.”
“There is no precedent for a rag to wear clothes…”
It was correct. However, after I asked the question, she was dissatisfied with the slave who answered straight away, and she slapped Shriya on both sides of the cheek. She only let go of her anger after patting her forehead with her finger, telling her to do the finishing touches properly.
“I, stupid slave Shuriya, will apologize with all her body and soul her for her mistake her in daring to murder Baron Ardennes. An off-white with black hair and golden eyes, I will dedicate it entirely to being used as a mop. Please make the wandering girl’s maiden a night of pastime…”
“Whatever that is.”
“Thank you, Master Lucienne…”
“Okay, next.”
Next was Himena. She was a wanderer from the kingdom of Aragorn, and she was a woman who was considered as a candidate for an officer in the Seokhwadan. With her tan hair over her shoulders and impressive pupils, she was exposed in a rather provocative outfit.
She held her weight in her dark kerchief, revealing her queer curves through her translucent hem her, showing off every inch of her body her regardless of her bitter northern cold. Not to mention her collarbones and armpits of hers, as well as her well-marked abs and her belly buttons of hers. Further up to her buttock her.
“Master, the name of this bald bitch is Jimena. She is thirty years old and has no family, but she has a lover. The number of people I’ve killed so far is in the double digits.”
She showed off her curvy body her, appealing for her usefulness her, befitting her her former history of serving as her eye candy in the dance troupe. As if she was trying to show how she made such a desirable body, she undressed and posed. Standing with her feet apart, the soles of her feet she pressed against the floor.
“Himena, an intermediate dancer and official assassin of the Stone Flower Troupe, will become her foot rug that you will tread lightly on from today. She swears to become her hypnotic slave her, offering her her self her, lest she ever rebel or harbor any disrespect.”
Then, finally, with her back her straight, only her knees her were bent and puffy, allowing her to admire her body her.
“Jimena, the slave dancer, will never neglect to take care of herself so that she will always be a bitch that tastes like being stepped on.”
“It’s great, maybe it’s because you’re a signboard dancer, but something is different.”
Lucienne made fun of Jimena’s body her, who was working hard. She didn’t stop moving, and seeing her get up from her seat her, she had a good idea, so she headed for her lab desk. He rummaged through the drawers there, placed a toy with bumps underneath it, and ordered it.
“There’s nothing like taming back holes. Lubricant is something you don’t need. Since it is small, it will fit easily. Use this to train in and out. Don’t forget to count every time you go.”
“Thank you, Master Lucienne.”
“It was nothing!”
Soon, a wet sound spread through the room. The creaking noise and the secretly leaking moans even while hypnotized were like a symphony of female bodies. Lucienne, waving her hand playfully like the conductor of her orchestra, found her fourth dancer.
“What was our friend’s name?”
“Master, the name of this Angkalzin bitch is Malika. He is twenty years old and has killed two people. Malika, a novice dancer and new assassin of the Stone Flower Order, pledges her allegiance her as an ashtray and hypnotic slave to the Ardennes family.”
“Ah, it was Malika!”
Mallika, who was a fierce and hot-tempered beauty like a wild beast, was the most resistant to her hypnosis. As an orphan of Vedic blood, he grew up without a family and had a past where he did anything for money, and because of that, he was a slave who had to spend the most time due to his strong ego and strong rebellious spirit .
“Bitch, did I put in some effort?”
Lucienne spat in Mallika’s face her in her white dance dress. The slave, who had jet-black hair and blinking blue eyes, stuck out his tongue expressionlessly. It was the result of being tamed by the young lady’s suggestion that it would be better to become an ashtray from now on.
“Keep practicing collecting saliva on your tongue. I’m going to do it on your tongue every time I put out a cigarette, so you’ll have to be good at it if you don’t want to get hurt.”
“Yes, I will become Malika, the ashtray slave who is grateful for the saliva you spit out and the cigarette ash you shake out.”
“Okay, I’ll watch. You don’t really need to take off your clothes, so you keep sticking out your tongue and making a lewd face. Let our westerners catch your eye.”
Mallika, who drooled on the tip of her tongue her, shook her head. Satisfied, Lucienne took another step forward to examine her next slave. And until then, the baron, who had to watch the scene silently from a corner of the lab, finally revealed his presence by suppressing his throbbing temples his.
“Hey, Lucienne?”
“Yes! Does anyone have a favorite year?”
I can’t bear to stop my wife who is so happy like an innocent girl.
“No, ask the person who came to invite you to eat and ask what this is…”
Letting out a deep sigh, we joined as the second day of the reception drew to a close.
“What? It’s true education for fucking bitches.”
Unsurprisingly, Lucienne Lemoang was a woman who should never be made an enemy.
