Chapter 9
Translator - Zofu
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"Aah... that's right. Faster... make that tongue move faster. And don't forget to drink every last drop of my piss."
In my flashbacks, while getting my pussy eaten by Maki, I felt my body heating up again, so I knocked her back onto the bed and planted my ass on her face. Then, to declare that this sow would become my personal living toilet, I pissed straight into her mouth-cunt.
Maki seemed to understand my command perfectly, opening her mouth as wide as possible to gulp down my piss while using her tongue to lick every drop clean. From where I sat, she probably got an eyeful of my sleek, toned back while drinking my piss.
Since I had no excess fat on my back or waist, it must've been quite the sight for Maki. She probably never thought she'd get such an eye-fucking feast just by being with me! I acted as if I'd bestowed some great honor upon Maki.
Though it was rare enough for a common-born girl to have pussy-to-pussy sex with a nation's princess. If it were any other princess, they'd probably slam the door on a commoner before even considering her a romantic prospect... though with Maki, who emits seduction pheromones everywhere she goes, who knows.
While Maki drank my piss, I groped her voluptuous tits as if they were mine, and even after finishing, I enjoyed her tongue-work for a bit before getting up. I had something to check.
"Maki, you're a masochist, aren't you? And not just any masochist—a hardcore one who gulps down piss with her top mouth while dripping juices from her bottom cunt?"
"Masochistic sow... I'm not a masochistic sow... Your Highness..."
Even when I finished scissoring and ordered her final aftercare, Maki had been whimpering. Now she spoke with a timid tone, wanting to be fucked, but her clumsy denial only turned me on more.
"Hmm? You say you're not a masochistic sow? Shall we test if that's true or false? If you're lying, you'll be punished, of course."
For someone who claimed not to be a masochistic sow, you sure drank every drop without spilling. Look at this! The bedsheet was soaked with our mixed juices and the milk you squirted from those fat nipples, but not a single piss stain. My, how tidy. No need for tissues, I suppose.
Hmm... I should test later if she could drink cum well too. After swallowing my juices and piss, there was no way she couldn't lick up fake cum from a dildo, right?
At that moment, I realized what I needed to punish this liar. I slipped out into the empty corridor half-naked, returned to the banquet hall, and grabbed every tool I could find. While I was off fucking Maki, the other girls had passed out after their own storm of pussy-pounding sex.
"Hahh... I can't... even walk anymore..."
The ones still conscious couldn't even stand, crawling on all fours before collapsing from exhaustion. I knew our Maki got you worked up, but maybe you should've taken it easier... Ah, is it hypocritical for me, who almost got fucked to death by Maki, to give advice?
Poor girls... they must've been content with nibbling and sucking each other while I got to fuck an SSS-rank living onahole. But no matter what, Maki was my exclusive living onahole, so I wouldn't lend her to you. Thinking about how I'd properly fuck Maki with the items I'd grabbed, I returned to my bedroom in one stride.
I hadn't noticed while grabbing them, but I'd brought quite the haul. Dildos, whips, dog collars, handcuffs, shackles... I might not have had enough time in one night to use every single tool.
I found Maki lying there waiting, barely wearing her torn lingerie dress that I'd ripped earlier. Feeling generous, I pulled out some rope first. It was tougher than wire rope, this sturdy twine. How could I possibly tie my delicate Maki's slender wrists with such coarse rope? Well, I'd just have to tie her up good...!
"Your Highness... where did you go? What are those..."
I'd never tied anyone up before, but as I tried to bind Maki to train her as my personal living onahole, I found myself quickly securing her with rope. Maki seemed startled for a moment, but realizing resistance was futile, she yielded to my hands.
The training is already showing effects... is this the joy a trainer feels when first domesticating an animal? I suddenly thought. It would've been more fun if she'd struggled a bit...
First, I tied Maki's wrists tighter with rope and secured them to the chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Then, looking for something heavy... I toppled the wardrobe as an anchor and tied her ankles to the other end of the rope.
The finished piece was perfect. Maki's arms were raised toward the ceiling, her hairless armpits blatantly exposed, and her feet were neatly bound while the wardrobe held them in place. She looked exactly like a princess captured by a villain.
"Now, Maki. Tell me only the truth. Lying children get punished. So admit that you're a masochistic sow!"
"I-I can't admit it... I'm not... a masochistic sow—ahn!"
While I tied her up with rope, this sow had been dripping transparent, sticky fluid without resisting once. Now she was getting mouthy, so I clenched my fist and delivered a gut punch to her flat abs.
Every time I punched her stomach, she curled up and let out thin, high-pitched moans. The seduction pheromones gushing from her body seemed specialized in bewitching women, but even a man wouldn't be able to resist fucking her senseless after hearing those moans.
"Our Maki gets off on getting gut-punched, so why won't she admit she's a masochistic sow? I'll ask again. You're a masochistic sow, right?"
"That's... not true—ah! Ah! Ah!"
I landed a few more gut punches square on her belly button, then paused before asking again. Sure enough, she still denied being a masochistic sow. How defiant she was while lying, looking up at me with those lewd eyes.
In the end, I had no choice but to punch her again, and her body shook violently each time. Those massive milk jugs shook along with her. Good lord, are those udders or tits... Even with her arms raised and bound to the ceiling and her feet anchored to the wardrobe, my punches were strong enough to make her jiggle like that.
Of course, I'd blindfolded the slave sow so she couldn't look her master in the eyes. With the blindfold on, she seemed to feel even more intense orgasms in the darkness, shamefully spilling her delicious, savory milk all over the floor. You shouldn't waste food like that, Maki! I think you need special education.
Every time I struck her belly harder, she moaned with greater pleasure, seducing my ears and pleasing me. Judging by how she kept drooling shamelessly, she was definitely coming at 100%. As I continued punching, fist marks became clearly visible on her belly. If I kept this up, she'd get bruises...
"Your Highness... please hit a little more gently..."
What? She's not asking me to stop, but to be gentler? Well, well! First she denies being a masochistic sow, now this. She's actually enjoying my hits while denying my words to get more punishment! This girl is even more of a masochistic pervert than I imagined!
I decided to give her time to speak. As I watched, her face flushed crimson, breathing heavily before she finally opened her mouth. She seemed too aroused to speak properly.
"This place... is where... Your Highness's... baby will go... so please... treat it more gently..."
In that instant, hearing her speak in that exhausted voice, I lost my mind. Where my baby will go? That's practically a surrender declaration! What else could it be but surrendering her womb to carry my child! And in a lesbian couple, no less, not some "ideal" male-female relationship...!
Since there was merit in her request to treat gently the place where our baby would go, I immediately stopped punching her belly and moved close to lick her bare armpit. Her sweat tasted sweet. The seduction pheromones must dissolve in her sweat drops.
When I stopped punching her belly and instead licked her body wildly, she shivered intensely, seemingly climaxing lightly. I never knew this part below the shoulder, this hollow, could taste so delicious.
I stopped gut-punching Maki's lower belly and, for my own pleasure, briefly enjoyed the sweet taste of sweat droplets from her armpit before untying the ropes binding Maki's wrists and ankles and lowering her from the ceiling.
Of course, I had no intention of ending the fun just because Maki willingly offered her womb to carry my child. After lowering Maki, I forcibly twisted her soft arms behind her back, bound her wrists again, and wrapped the rope around her neck and waist to immobilize them.
Naturally, before binding Maki like that, I stripped off the lingerie dress that had barely hung on her like a rag. Seeing the brown rope cutting across her pure white body felt like watching a yellow race actor fucking a white mare.
Though it was the first time binding someone in reverse prayer, I tied Maki beautifully. Maki, who'd been hanging from the ceiling getting gut-punched and coming freely, was now immediately subjected to reverse prayer bondage after being lowered, blindfolded and unable to see, and let out a light moan at being bound with her arms twisted behind her.
"See, I knew you were an excellent masochistic sow. If you keep lying, I'll have no choice but to keep punishing you."
Maki, rather than answering my pressure, simply exhaled hot breaths, seemingly hoping for more punishment. I pushed the lewdly behaving Maki onto the milk-and-juice-soaked bedsheet, forced her into a kneeling position with legs spread in an M-shape for doggy style.
Seeing her in that rear-entry position—body flat on the bed, waist bent so tightly it seemed hard to breathe, ass raised lewdly—made me want to fuck her immediately, but instead I picked up the spiked whip I'd stolen from the banquet hall along with the rope.
"Now you get one lash for every lie. Answer me. You're a masochistic sow, right? You shook that fat ass at the banquet hall to seduce me."
I mercilessly swung the whip before Maki could finish, the lash landing squarely on both ass cheeks and leaving a vivid red mark. Like with binding, this was my first time whipping, yet the first strike landed perfectly.
"You're definitely lying. You keep lying because you want punishment from me, don't you?"
"I... haven't done anything wrong..."
Another lash swung, and Maki's scream echoed. Watching Maki's exposed anal pussy clench and drip endless juices, I grew certain she was a masochistic sow and put more strength into my wrist.
"You get off on being whipped like you did on being gut-punched, don't you?"
"I've... never... felt anything!"
Another lash. This wasn't just a whip but one with barbs, delivering even greater pleasure to Maki. Maki became addicted to the pleasure that shot through her entire body each time the whip struck her buttocks, continuing to lie to me.
My question about whether she lied to receive punishment was spot-on. Maki had experienced thrilling orgasms while hanging from the ceiling getting gut-punched, and now in this humiliating position, she was experiencing sharp orgasms from the whipping.
Every moment, her vision flashed white, her chest burned hot. Mad with orgasm, her heart pounded, and her shameless squirting milk made her breasts themselves hot from the warmth of the milk.
Finally, a pleading tone emerged from Maki's lips, and when I heard her honestly ask for more hits, I stopped whipping. I wanted to hear Maki declare herself a slave sow. Hehe... I'll torment her more before fucking her with a dildo...