Chapter 69 — The Dog and I (3)
Chapter 69 — The Dog and I (3)
Crawling on all fours to the table, Helen took the switch in her mouth and brought it to Roan.
Seeing that, Roan's expression softened slightly.
"Good girl. But a wrong is still a wrong, isn't it?"
With the switch in her mouth, Helen could not speak, so she only nodded.
Taking the switch from her, Roan spoke.
"Stand up."
Helen rose to her feet.
"Turn around."
Helen presented her rear to her master.
"Spread your legs and lift your shirt."
Helen grasped both ends of the shirt, pulled it up to her waist, and spread her legs.
"Hut...!"
At the cold foreign sensation between her legs, Helen swallowed a moan.
Roan prodded firmly between Helen's legs with the tip of the switch. The slick, plump mound between her legs greedily swallowed the end of the switch.
"You were punished for letting your cunt drool without permission, and yet you get even wetter like this because you like it. What am I to do with this hopeless bitch."
Roan tilted his head to one side as if genuinely troubled.
The tip of the switch rubbed back and forth across the sticky cleft between her legs. At the tickling sensation, Helen let out a moan.
"Huh, hnnng..., hnnht...."
"Moaning even while being punished."
Helen clenched her teeth.
"I'm..., sorry..., Master..., khh...."
Only then did the switch withdraw from between her legs. The tip was soaked with her juices and glistened wetly.
When the hard, long object touched the back of her thigh, Helen's body flinched.
"Do not forget this time. Helen."
"Y-yes, I understan..., hngk-kkh...!"
Her words never finished and spilled out as a scream instead. With a whish of parting air, a burning, stinging sensation spread from the back of Helen's thigh.
Gripping the hem of her shirt tightly and clenching her teeth for a moment while her body trembled, Helen barely managed to speak.
"Hah..., hngk..., one...."
"I will strike you only thirty times."
"Hut, th-thirty... hih-hnnngk...!"
Smack—, a sharp sound as if flesh were being torn rang through the room.
"T-wo..., hnnht, hnnht...."
Already Helen had begun to squirm her thighs. But Roan pretended not to see and swung the switch again.
"Hih-hnnngk!! ...three..., hk, hngk...."
Helen began to sob again.
Pain can make tears flow from the eyes before the mind even registers sorrow.
With a dazed mind, not even aware that she was crying, Helen began to count.
"Hngk, hk..., e-eight, hngk, eight...."
After several strikes, Helen noticeably staggered and bent her legs. She wanted to evade the switch somehow.
Roan's eyes narrowed.
"Stand up straight."
"M-Master, hngk, Master..., hih-hnnngk!"
The switch struck Helen's buttock. It had gone astray because Helen moved her body.
It was an already swollen and bruised buttock.
At the tearing pain, Helen collapsed to the floor before she knew it.
"Hnng-hnnngk, n-nine..., it hurts...."
"Do you not wish to be forgiven, Helen?"
Tears began to pour from Helen's eyes. But Roan looked down at her with cold eyes.
Seeing those eyes, Helen rose to her feet while crying.
"M-Master..., I did, I did wrong...."
"That is why you are being punished."
"Hih-hnnngk! Hngk..., te-ten..., hk...."
Without realizing it, Helen covered her thighs with her hands. Roan spoke in a resolute voice.
"Put your hands on your chest."
"...Hngk, yes...."
"Caress yourself."
Helen looked back at Roan.
Her tear-streaked face was flushed red from eyes to cheeks. A face that stirred lust.
Looking at that ruined face, Roan felt a throbbing in his head. His already swelling front seemed about to burst. Roan clenched his teeth once, imperceptibly, then spoke.
"I dislike saying things twice."
With all his attention drawn to his lower body, Roan's voice was colder than ever. Frightened by his voice, Helen slowly gathered the hem of her shirt in one hand and placed her right hand on her chest.
"Hnnnnght...! E-eleven..., hngk...."
Helen clutched the shirt with her left hand as if wringing it and squeezed her breast tightly with her right hand. She felt as if she would collapse if she did not cling to something with her hands.
Every time the switch came down, Helen squeezed her breast as if to burst it. The breast flesh that could not be contained entirely in her hand spilled out between her fingers.
"Hih-nnnngh..., hnnht, t-twenty..., hnnng, four...."
By the time she had taken several dozen more strokes of the switch, Helen was twisting her nipples as if pinching them off.
She felt that doing so might lessen the pain in her thighs, even a little.
The pain and pleasure she felt from her breasts stupefied Helen's mind like a drug.
Already dozens of bright red lines marked her thighs.
Some of them had burst from within, and one line had gone astray and was bleeding.
Helen was staggering and barely gasping for breath. The fact that she had the stamina to endure the corporal punishment at all was surely because she had been a knight.
After bringing the switch down several more times, Roan whispered gently.
"Helen. What number?"
"Hngk, hngk, twe-twenty..., hngk..., f-five...."
"Good."
For the first time since picking up the switch, Roan spoke kindly.
"Now you have fewer than five left."
"F-five..., hnnng, not even five...."
In a half-entranced state, fondling her chest, Helen looked back at Roan.
Her face already looked broken.
Roan laughed before he knew it.
A face crumbled by pleasure and pain
was more beautiful than he had thought.
"Heh... et.... Master...."
Seeing Roan laugh, Helen laughed along.
With the smile still not quite faded from his eyes, Roan swung the switch in his right hand again.
"Hih-nnn-nnngk!"
Pain spread like a ripple across her smiling face. Watching that expression vividly, Roan felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
An utterly provocative expression that stimulated his sadism. He wanted to make it hurt more, to make her plead more.
Roan smiled with a twisted expression.
Roan's trouser front was already soaked with precum. The tip of the member, which seemed painfully swollen from having been erect too long, throbbed even harder the moment he saw Helen's wailing face.
"Hih-nnngh, nnngng..., twenty..., hnnng, e-eight...."
Helen exerted all her strength.
She felt like she might lose consciousness from pleasure and pain.
Even standing was so difficult that Helen had to pour all her strength solely into remembering the numbers, without even knowing what she was saying.
But she did not want to disappoint her master. Master. Because he was normally a kind person.
Because he was a generous man who wanted and forgave even her, so utterly ruined as she was.
Because I am lewd, Master is enduring his own desires while punishing me.
With a dazed expression, Helen looked at the front of Roan's trousers. It had been erect since long ago. An organ that hurts if it even brushes against something while the tip is aroused.
That must certainly be painful.
As proof, Roan, who wielded the switch, was also sighing with a hardened face as if enduring something.
Wielding the switch could not possibly be difficult for him. The distress he felt must come from suppressing his instincts.
Helen found her master so very dear. That was why Helen's voice, after taking the last stroke of the switch, was half-melted with affection.
"Hnngngggh..., hnnng, hnnngng, th-thirty..., hngk, hnnht...."
Roan stared at Helen with lowered eyes.
Exhausted, Helen collapsed to the floor without her master's permission.
"Hngk, hnngk...."
Roan let out a deep sigh once more.
Hearing that sound, Helen only then looked up at Roan, trembling, and raised her head.
"Hehngk, Ma-aster..., hngk, I-I'm sorry, for acting on my own..., hngk...."
At Roan's outstretched hand, Helen shut her eyes tight. But no pain came.
Helen cautiously opened her eyes. Roan had sat down beside Helen with one knee raised and was stroking her head.
"Well..., done."
"Hn...gk...?"
Looking at Roan with an expression of disbelief, Helen suddenly staggered as if her strength had left her.
She had lost that much fluid and endured the corporal punishment for a long time. She was exhausted.
Roan pulled Helen's upper body into his arms.
"Hk, hngk..., hnnn-ngng...."
It was a warm embrace.
Helen could not stop the tears that burst forth before she knew it. Suddenly Helen began to wail.
"Hnngngk, Ma-aster, hngk, uwaaang...."
"Well done. Helen. Well done."
Roan stroked Helen and gently peeled off her sweat-soaked shirt. Even while sobbing, Helen stretched out her arms and followed Roan's movements like a child.
Held in Roan's arms, now completely naked, Helen listened to the sound of her own pounding heart.
What she felt from the Emperor whose body pressed against hers with each beat was the Goddess's power.
The Goddess's warm energy shimmered like starlight within Roan's body along with the movement of his heart.
Feeling that pulse, Helen's sobs gradually subsided. Roan continued to hold Helen in his arms and stroked her hair as if soothing her.
Having barely stopped crying, Helen wiped her tears within his embrace. When she looked up at Roan again, her eyes gazed at him steadily as if she had regained her senses.
Thanks to her sharp outer corners, even with her ruined face, Helen somehow did not look undone.
"Master."
"Mm."
"Erm, this time."
Helen paused for a moment.
But Roan did not rush her.
She had only ever been forced by someone else; this was the first time she had felt such desire of her own.
Helen hesitated for a moment.
Even if she did something this filthy,
would Master forgive her?
But then she reflected anew on her circumstances and looked at her generous master.
As Master had said,
she was the Emperor's bitch.
Serving him whenever he wished was surely the greatest loyalty she could offer her master.
From now on, she would be his bitch, his sow, and his alone.
Helen's cheeks, which had briefly cooled, began to burn hot again.
"Please grant me the opportunity to serve..., your member, Master."
Hearing her words, Roan chuckled.
"For a bitch, you certainly have much to say."
At Roan's words, Helen hunched her shoulders.
"I apologize, Master."
Roan pulled her into his arms again.
"The thought is commendable. But you must properly learn how to ask from now on. Helen."
"Ah...."
Understanding Roan's words, Helen let out a small sigh of realization. When Helen stirred slightly, Roan loosened his arms.
Having slipped out of Roan's embrace, Helen prostrated herself before Roan and bowed her head.
"Master, please, let your lowly bitch...."
Between her head pressed flat to the floor and her arms, her breasts, too large to be contained, were pressed sideways. Her voluptuous bottom was seductive.
Helen lay prostrate, naked, before Roan. She had been about to say something, but as she hesitated, Roan smiled and spoke.
"Cock."
"...Yes, Master.... Yesss...."
Helen looked up at Roan blankly, then buried her head again with a face gone bright red.
"Ma-Master's magnificent cock..., please, if you would allow me..., allow me to serve to your satisfaction..., I would be grateful. Master...."
In Roan's heart, emotion surged like waves.
The sight of a coolly beautiful woman performing a naked dogeza, begging to be allowed to serve him with fellatio, was truly....
'Fantastic.'
Half of Helen's H-Scenes were faces contorted by pain, and half were ahegao. Of course, all manner of tools and positions appeared.
Naked dogeza was nothing much in comparison. It was simply lying prostrate while naked.
But the attitude of submission and surrender felt in that stark posture offered a pleasure different from her appearance of feeling pleasure during sex or punishment.
Though her voluptuous curves were a delight the more he looked, his lower body ached too much to admire them blankly.
His limit seemed to have been reached long ago.
But as if nothing were wrong, Roan walked over to the bed and sat on its edge.
"Your body is lewd, but you are a clever bitch. You try hard to listen well, and you're diligent."
Helen spoke without raising her head.
"Tha-thank you. Master."
Though only her voice was heard, he could sense her spirits brighten. She seemed to be happy whenever she received praise. That point was also cute.
The sacred Saintess of an entire nation was prostrating naked before me, begging to be allowed to suck my cock. And when I praised her for it, she rejoiced like that.
His whole body shuddered with the sense of moral corruption, of having debased something beautiful.
"I grant you the opportunity to serve."
Helen raised her head and peeped at Roan. Helen was smiling with a face that had fallen into ruin.
She tried to hide her anticipation, excitement, and joy, but could not conceal them all, and the expression was one where dark desires glistened thickly through a cracked mask.