Chapter 74 – 7. Wife, Lady, Maid (4)
Françoise, who was thrown into the closet and on top of her spare clothes her, spent a long time in bondage. Rom, who took off his underwear her, put it in his mouth her, and wrapped it tightly with a string, seemed to be good at this kind of restraint. After all, if you’re taking prisoners on the battlefield, you’ll need to make them immobilize them.
Thanks to her, she couldn’t even lift one of her fingers now. She overpowered me in one breath, and even had to do with the scraps of cloth she had torn from her clothes, because now she had tied her hands and feet tightly with a wire she had found somewhere. The more she tried to move, the more painful the metal gripped her wrists and ankles. She did so even though she had padded her silk under it like a sleeve in case she would injure herself in the process of resisting.
“Whoops, whoops!”
How much time has passed in a stuffy closet. The sunlight reflected in Rome’s room was not like daytime because of the already gloomy weather. How much more would it have been in a closet where you could only see the outside through a tiny gap.
“Whoop, whoop, whoop!”
No matter how much she struggled and twisted her body, it was no use. Because the restraints were so meticulous, there was no way that even the slightest sound leaked out. Even if she tried to thump a part of the closet with her head or foot, it wouldn’t reach. Even if I try to stretch my crouched body while enduring the pain somehow, the limit has come before the critical point.
Helplessness.
Rom was an expert. He was a man who knew all too well how to make others feel helpless. In a life-and-death fight, a person who prefers suppression to slaughter is more of a monster, but he foolishly overlooked that fact.
Françoise shuddered in anger. In the end, all the maid trapped in the closet could do was look out through the cracks in between. And so far, all she has seen is the sight of Rom, who had restrained me, sleeping on the bed.
Eight hours long, a long lunch until late afternoon.
When I woke up again, it was after feeling someone in a quiet hallway. He opened his eyes before knocking on the door, tilted his head, and went straight into the bathroom. After lightly washing his face and tidying up his features, he returned to greet his guests.
“Are you late?”
“… Huh.”
Lucienne Le Moin, in her simple chemise dress, came with a bag of tough leather. As soon as I closed the door, as if I had already talked to Rom, I flipped the contents inside and took them out. Then he picked them up one by one in the corner of his eyes and put them on the table, grumbling.
“I think the boy is a little late for that.”
“Shall I blow the whistle again?”
“You bastard! You couldn’t sleep well because you played with your mother all night! All of a sudden, he poked only where I felt sensitive!”
Throwing the object in her hand to the floor, Lucienne lashed out at her. Then Rom responded with a grin and a whistle straight away. It was an act of enforcing one of the rules imposed on the Lady of the Marquis.
“Kuh… !”
She said as she forced herself to pull up her skirt and lifted her underwear up.
“Rom-sama’s female slave, Lucienne, is giving her first cock report today. Today’s underwear is a white corset bra and garter belt panties. Please enjoy watching the plaque on the cock drip tray that you don’t even know the subject of.”
“Take off all your underwear. In the future, don’t wear it until I give permission again.”
Still not satisfied, Rom snapped his fingers and ordered.
“I will only allow clothes that are thin enough to see through unconditionally. Don’t wear anything other than a negligee or chemise dress. We need to show everyone what a lewd jism dripping bitch hostage our Miss Lucienne is.”
“Romuald, you trash… !”
Lucienne grew. Rome whistled again. It was an order that the young lady who had been caught with a weakness had no choice but to follow. Winter Seok, who quickly took off her underwear under her clothes her, opened her mouth, exposing his secret wife her.
“Rom-sama’s female slave, Lucienne, is giving you her second cock report today. Cheeky cum young lady Lucienne’s underwear is completely banned from today until the West approves. Until then, please enjoy my pretty pussy and cum-dipping pussy.”
“Come to think of it, your down hair also resembles Oriane’s, right?”
“Ha, guess who isn’t a pervert…”
“But I like the shape of a heart better than an inverted triangle. Every time I fuck you, it seems like you are whispering that you will serve me with love.”
Lucienne, who was about to respond harshly, bit her lip gently. If she had been like her original personality of her, she would have snapped at her, but she could n’t fucking resist her whistle of her. For if she disobeyed her orders her, her beloved mother her would pay the price instead.
“Yes, I will manage it according to your taste…”
“Excellent.”
Her satisfied rom her squeezed Lucienne’s breasts. She was a joke without even the slightest hint of consideration. After all, she wasn’t acting for the purpose of rapport. He was brainwashed as he indulged to his heart, her ‘s content her by kneading her voluptuous flesh her.
“It’s not as good as your mother, but it’s great, right?”
“Hey, don’t say things like that… !”
“I should say thank you with dirty words.”
She closed her eyes tightly for a moment, and she let go of her anger. Although she was humiliated, it was still time for her to put up with it. If only her magical power was restored, she could have rid herself of such bullying. If that were the case, the mother she had longed for would be her own.
‘It won’t be long before you talk like that, Romuald… !’
Winter Seok, who had managed to control herself, followed her master’s orders her and took her luck.
“Thank you for holding the breasts of a cheeky bitch.”
“Continue. It’s empty at the moment, but it’s good.”
Said Rom. Then he stood in front of her table, holding Lucienne in his arms her. In the meantime, his hand continued to massage the milk her and stiffen the sagging penis her. Meanwhile, Françoise, who had been secretly spying on the scene, blinked blankly, then wrangled as she realized what the object was in her precious lady’s hand.
“Did you bring everything?”
“… Okay.”
“You’ll have to explain it properly from one to ten. If you lie even a little…”
“Fuck, I know!”
Annoyed Lucienne turned over her body, and inwardly noticed Rom. The fact that she showed signs of doing so on a subject she had let herself be, was evidence that she, too, had begun to hesitate in her rebellion.
‘It’s slowly getting better.’
If it was subtle, the man who caught the slightest change without missing it repeated it to himself.
“I don’t lie, so just keep quiet and listen. It wouldn’t have made it impossible to do it anyway.”
“Anyway, what about that?”
Lucienne picked up her rolled up scroll. The biggest reason she was called today was to dedicate her her teaching tool her I had to Rom. In particular, only irreversibly powerful items are carefully selected.
“It is a scroll that can force a tattoo containing magical powers on an opponent. It was originally more of a variety, but I specially modified it by collecting only those that could be applied to the sexual side. The symbol of sharing the senses engraved on my lower stomach right now is of a similar system.”
There are a total of 11 of them, and each scroll has the method of tattooing the opponent and its effect written on it.
“For example, in the case of this scroll, it has the power to greatly increase sexual desire in the tattooed subject. People affected by this will go crazy if they don’t spend most of their day masturbating or sexually aberrant.”
“Is that all?”
“No, if you satisfy the target you are skin-to-skin with, your energy will subside a little. Maybe six hours or so? In short, you can make anyone you want a prisoner of your body.”
“It’s fun. Please explain a few other things.”
“A case like this scroll causes poisoning. If you use this on a bitch, that bitch won’t be able to live without your cum. In short, it causes withdrawal symptoms. As an added bonus, you’ll feel your jism like the ultimate delicacy, a celestial drink.”
“Okay? Talk in more detail especially what if I write this to you.”
“Don’t do it, fuck it!”
“Anyway, because of hypnosis, a bitch who can’t properly deny it is a struggle. Say the truth while using the title Seobang-nim in an awkward way.”
“… At first, you may find your cum juice delicious, but if you keep consuming it, you won’t be able to survive without tasting your cum for even a day. Like a deaf person addicted to opium. Like a drug addicted prostitute, I will become a female who will do anything if I can get it.”
It was a bloody thing to hear. It was a tool made by the best occultist in the northern part of the country, and its power was natural. Moreover, Lucienne must have kept this scroll to write to her mother her.
“I see, would it be okay to use it on Oriane?”
“You crazy bastard! Her mother said not to touch it!”
“Why? You had it to do that anyway.”
“Ouch… !”
It was a theory. Lucienne, stabbed in a sore corner, gnashed her teeth. She still had nothing to say, so she finally lowered her head and said it out in a grown-up, self-satisfied voice so that Rom would never really do that.
“Rather, write to me…”
“I can’t hear you very well.”
“Instead of writing it to my mom, I use it to me, it’s a dog!”
Rome finally burst out laughing. It was because the image of Lucienne swallowing her resentment for the karma she had committed in the past felt special. Furthermore, nine of her scrolls her remained, and there were more of her other tools of her, so how could she not be happy?
“Hmm, what should I do? I’m worried that the attitude of asking is not very good.”
“You really…!”
“Can I be honest with you? Actually, as for the things here, they were all intended for your mother and daughter. I was pretty sure I would find something to my liking among all of our idiot tools.”
More precisely, Oriane’s case was play. Unlike Lucienne, who was for the purpose of education, she regarded it as a toy to enjoy a happy time together.
“I’m not that bad either. Even if it’s a bit naughty.”
However, the problem is that the maid, Françoise, unexpectedly broke in.
“So let’s do this. I won’t mess with Oriane if you let me try everything here. Promise she won’t use it on your mother, even if she uses it on other bitches.”
“Cowardly child…”
“In the meantime, be kind and respectful. If she doesn’t even like that, there’s nothing she can do.”
The captive Marquis Lady had no other options. Lucienne, with her fists clenched with a ferocious expression, began to explain the next scroll. In a more strained voice than before, she repeated the things she was going to write to her beloved mother and her maid.
“Next is the Scroll of Obedience…”
Without even imagining that it would be used by the dear Bijou, the maid in the closet, besides me.
“The subject inscribed with this tattoo gradually becomes obedient to the person who inscribed it…”
After all, Rom wasn’t lying.
