Chapter 155 – 15. Reception (5)
The warm sunlight of the east filtered through the deep blue sky with a red tint. The city, brimming with the vibrancy of the morning, quietly began to give birth, and the second day of the reception came to the cozy winter residence and welcomed everyone.
It was truly a noble peace.
So Lucienne Lemoant crossed her arms and smiled savagely. She forcibly listed her culprits for trying to err on the fruit of her husband her, whom she loved.
“Stand up straight, bitches.”
The nine dancers stood upright. Naked, not wearing a single thread, she moved quickly whenever the young lady spoke. It was because from the moment they entered the mansion with malice, the mystery of stealing their intelligence worked and turned the beautiful people into idiots.
“I am your teacher. From now on, fill your empty heads with my teachings one by one. Considering how outrageous things dared to harm Seo-Bang-nim’s her Ok-body her, it’s not enough to tear her limb her from limb to death, but I’ll make you a special slave because everyone deserves to see her smooth.”
The dancers with stupid faces and slightly parted lips drooled. I was hypnotized and forgot everything, chewing on the suggestions that the young lady roughly injected into me. From the fearsome Petrified Assassin of the Western Wilderness to a convenient tool and mere ornamental slave.
“When you call me from now on, say master Lucienne in a clear voice.”
“Yes, Master Lucienne…”
A dancer with empty eyes opened her mouth and said. Unlike the other women, she was a slave who showed an unusually obedient disposition. Lucienne, inspired by her, stepped in front of her. She looked up and down her slender and well-shaven body like a dancer, and noticed a beautiful woman with black hair and golden eyes.
“Does it look a bit cheesy?”
“Yes, Master Lucienne…”
“What is our cutie’s name?”
“Shuri…”
The young lady, who stretched out the island island corn, smiled and brushed away Suriya’s detailed plot her. Befitting a member of an organization known for making good use of the world of beauty, the hair of her, which was meticulously arranged over soft skin, was clean and tidy.
“Yes, Shuri.”
It was time for the best mystic in the frozen land to step out. Lucienne put a vicious curse on her long index finger her. Her forefinger her, which stretched out just like hers, carved a lewd and grotesque pattern on Shriya’s belly her.
“This is a mark proving that you are a slave to the Ardennes family. Even if he wakes up from hypnosis in the future, he has a restraining force so that he cannot do any harm to Mr. West and his assholes his.”
The magic that permeated the skin like a stigma was clearly located in the lower abdomen of the beautiful dancer Shuriya. It was such a derogatory mark that anyone versed in the occult would raise her eyebrows if they saw it. Only those of lesser status than slaves or cattle could bear such a symbol.
“Now, our cutie Suriya will be a cum slut exclusively for the West from now on.”
“Cum slut…”
“While my dear darling enjoys fucking his cock-slut, I become a real slut wiping his saliva and cum with my whole body. For that very reason He who is kind cares very much for us who are bound by affection. So unless it’s for a special rapport, I don’t want to do anything tough.”
Slap! Lucienne slapped Shuriya’s cheek her with her open palm her.
“You will be a tool to fill that void. While we mumble and enjoy Seo Bang-nim’s big cock in our mouths, his whole body he serves as a chair for him to sit on. Become a rug to be trampled on by the soles of his feet. It gives off the sweet smell of milk and becomes a soft backrest you can lean on.”
Slap! The fact that they dared to kill her husband her, even if the assassination had no chance of success, was displeased.
“Then, whenever the West tries to spit, kneel before him. With sticky sensual eyes, I look up to God as if I was worshiping him, and I open my lips. Weave the saliva you spit out with your tongue, taste it, and say thank you.”
Slap! If it hadn’t been for their outstanding looks, I’d rather have tortured them to the point of crying out for death and then killed them. Besides, the current treatment her belonged to the axis of mercy to her.
“If he wants to quench his lust and we are not around, then you are offering yourself. Don’t even think about going above the belly button. Suck the glans sideways, stick your nose into the scrotum, and lick it gently with your tongue. Put your tongue deep behind your ass and press hard on your prostate to stimulate it.”
Slap! Surya’s cheeks turned red and swollen.
“And, by any chance, if Seobang-nim gives you guys thick and stinky jizz, make sure to cherish it. Never swallow unless ordered. The only time it’s okay for four bitches to swallow something is to be the bathroom for Seo-Bang.”
Slap! Lucienne, who did not stop beating her, spat in Suriya’s face.
“If you understand, repeat it.”
At the same time, he put in a choo-im-sae while watching Suriya, who had a confused expression, repeat his words to her. With the flipside of a ruthless assassin and a wanting dancer, she revered in being vulgarly broken as she paid for her crimes her in real time.
“Shuriya is a slave of the Ardennes family…”
“That’s right, you’re good.”
“Shuriya is a cum-juice slut exclusively for the West…”
“I should say Master Romuald. It’s not your West, so correct it right away.”
“Shuriya is a cum slut exclusively for Master Romuald…”
“It should be. Stupid bitch.”
Whack, and voila!
“Do I have to bother telling you all these things?”
The young lady let out a sigh, grabbed Suriya’s hair her and slapped her cheek her.
“Continue.”
Even then, the other eight dancers stood still with blank faces. Until my turn, I became a doll that did not respond to any external stimuli and decorated the laboratory in the basement of the mansion.
“Shuriya serves as a mop to wipe away Master Romuald’s saliva and cum…”
“Next.”
“It serves as a chair for him to sit on…”
“Next.”
“It serves as a rug, upon which He will trample…”
“Next.”
“It smells like sweet milk and serves as a backrest…”
Unlike brainwashing, hypnosis tends to be a gradual process. Therefore, it is seldom easy to standardize the process. Because each person’s efficiency differs depending on their constitution, there were those who were easily captured like the Surya here, and those who were not.
“What if my husband, the master of four years, tries to spit?”
“I get down on my knees…”
“Is that all, bitch?”
“I look up to you as if I were worshiping God…”
“Okay, is it okay if I raise my head respectfully toward the top?”
“I open my mouth and drink the master’s saliva, then say thank you…”
Lucienne frowned at her. In exchange for making me ask questions several times, she ruthlessly twisted and pinched Shriya’s nipples. Judging by her exotic and rare name her and her gorgeous bronzed skin her, she made a discriminatory remark when she realized that she was of Vedic origin in the Near East.
“Is it because I am an uneducated wandering slut? Are all the Vedic Manusi so stupid?”
She jerked and played with her vagina until she squirmed and raged.
“Answer me well. What will you do if your master does it after relieving his lust?”
“Above the navel, do not go up…”
“The glans?”
“On the other side…”
“What about the scrotum?”
“Little bitch…”
“And again?”
“Put your tongue deep, squeeze your prostate…”
The young lady, who was finally satisfied, moved on to the next step with a rewarding expression on her face. She stopped teasing her and taught her to learn simple commands such as attention, focus, rest, open, and kneel, and finally taught dozens of postures.
“Bitch.”
Kneeling, the dancer soon put her feet on the floor and tilted her head. She gasped with her tongue sticking out like a real bitch. Like a puppy with a tail, he twitched his hips left and right.
“Exhibition.”
Raising her upper body her again, she brought her hands to the back of her head as she knelt down. From the armpits to the areolas and nipples of the breasts, the navel of the waist, the shape of the hips that spreads covetedly, the lewd pubic bone, the fine pubic hair, and the labia protruding slightly through the straight cracks were exposed.
“Toilet.”
This time it was his turn her to move his lower body her. Shriya, squatting on her tiptoes with her torso still, opened her mouth wide and smiled at her eyes. Of course, the key to expressing emotions like that was Lucienne’s clever idea of hers.
“Chew.”
She jumped up and spread her legs wider than her shoulders. She brought her hand her from the back of her head to the top of her head and smiled defenselessly. As if it did n’t matter because he was a slave who played with his body her, he induced an unbearable way to vent his anger her at the favourite her.
Lucienne continued to recite words such as chair, rug, and desk.
Also, whenever that happened, I felt satisfied seeing the dancer Shriya faithfully practicing the posture taught by the young lady. So, she finished all the examinations with the final posture of the name Bae-rye and happily chanted.
“It’s a bit more useful now.”
She didn’t even intend to release the hint in the first place, but when she woke up from hypnosis at least once, she was so broken that she could never go back to her normal life.
“Sweetie, who are you?”
“I am Shuriya, Master Romuald’s hypnotic slave…”
She completed the first hypnotic slave of House Ardennes.
