The jackdaws dived into the night, hovering on the towering spire of the ancient mansion, and whimpering hoarse and ominous wailing in their mouths, as if mocking the two girls who had succumbed to the Peter family in the gloomy building.
Whether out of greed or helplessness, there is no difference in the face of giants like the Peter family. These ancient families that have been rooted in the Holy Alliance for thousands of years have always easily seen the weaknesses of human nature. With a little arrangement, they can crush the lives of civilians like a destruction. They can't even sigh, just an ant, how can they be worthy of the nobles?
Even if this is a slightly beautiful woman, she is just a more beautiful ant.
But today is different. The always domineering young master Pudun rarely arouses some interest. It is not entirely because he conquered this lovely nurse who dared to shy his face when visiting him. He is more looking forward to whether the holy beauty on the sickbed will eventually be unable to resist swallowing the bait.
Helena, how would you make a decision?
But no matter which answer you choose, tragedy seems inevitable. If you want to blame, blame the Patton family for being bloody, or you have entered the holy level at this age. How could the Peter family watch a political enemy rise from the alliance and threaten their position for thousands of years?
I just don’t know what interesting expression would be like when Bolton came back and saw Helena wearing that evening outfit, crawling under the man’s crotch, having sex with her indulges?
Despair or anger?
Or maybe just give up on gang-raping your lover with those men?
A demonic smile appeared on the corner of Pudton's mouth...
Emma trembled and held the quill handed over by the old housekeeper, silently chanting the spell on the magic contract, while signing her full name in the lower right corner of the sheepskin scroll. The magic power flowing in it gathered into obscure runes, engraved in the depths of her soul. A stinging sensation deep into her bone marrow spread from her forehead to her limbs. The girl covered her forehead tightly and fell in pain on a high chair. From this moment on, she would not be able to violate the control of the Peter family for the rest of her life, serving all members of the Peter family as a sex slave.
She no longer lives as a woman. She is just a private property of the Peter family, just a sex slave raised by the Peter family, and just a tool to satisfy men's animal desires.
What’s funny is that just a few days ago, she was naively fantasizing about having a love life with that handsome brown young man, getting married and having children, and happily traveling her life.
Now, there is probably only sexual blessings left in her life.
Pudton rolled up the magic contract with satisfaction, put it in his arms, and ordered to the butler: Notify the accountant, exempt the Emma family from debts, send someone to the pawn shop, and redeem all the things her father had pawned before and send them back.
Emma stared at Putton with a look of surprise.
Putun smiled and said: Don't stare at me like this. I'm sorry, yes, I actually bought all your debts.
Emma: Those who come to my house to collect debts these days...
Pudton: Of course I sent it.
Emma: The bank suddenly rejected my father’s loan application the day before yesterday...
Pton: Oh, I am old friends with that fat man in Lando. We drank that day, and I gave him some faithful suggestions.
Emma: So, from the day you met me, you were calculating me?
Pton: Please don't overestimate yourself, Miss Nurses who are loyal to their duties, I care about Helena, you are just the fun I find casually.
Emma's eyes became dimmer and she muttered to herself: Fun?My life is just the fun of you nobles...?
Putun shook Tifa and said: Tifa, as a friend, you should take Miss Emma to change your clothes at this time, right?Remember how to walk in the locker room?
Tifa put Emma's arm in one hand and smiled: Master, remember it, this time we are not allowed to hide our underwear. Last time, we could only go back naked.
Pton: What are you afraid of? No one lifts your skirt on the road.
Tifa: But it was windy tonight, and there were still homeless people on the road!
Puton smiled narrowly: Do you still want to go back tonight?I have asked someone to notify you that you will work overtime tonight.The blonde young man deliberately dragged the two syllables overtime for a very long time.
Tifa said with a bitter face: Do you have to work overtime again?Then tomorrow we all have to doze off?I'm going to be preached by the head nurse again.
Pudton: Please figure out one thing. In the future, nurses will only be your part-time job, and being a sex slave will be your full job.
Tifa agreed to accept his fate: OK, which set of clothes do you want us to wear tonight?
Pton: What do you think?Sex slave nurse lady.
Tifa stomped his feet and said: Men are all bad guys!As he said that, he pulled Emma, who was in a state of dismay, and left.
The girls left the study, walked through the corridor, turned down the stairs, passed through the flower hall, and arrived in an extremely ordinary chaotic room. Tifa twisted an inconspicuous lamp stand based on his memory. The cabinet moved to one side, and there was a hidden secret passage. There was no oil lamp lighting inside, and he used the night pearl with luxury.
The corridor was not stuffy all the way down, but it should be that it was a ventilated magic array. Emma looked at the exquisite murals on the walls on both sides, secretly frightened. Unlike what she saw before, the corridor hung in the corridor was full of portraits of women. Some of them she recognized and some of them she did not recognize. Just looking at the demeanor, they were all famous ladies in the upper class of the human race. But it was precisely these noble girls in the sky who looked dignified and graceful in the paintings, but without exception, they were wearing unbearable dinner dresses. What made her even more incredible was that one of the portraits was the current human queen, Lord Aina!
The portrait is lifelike and vivid, which is amazing. It is obviously written by a famous teacher. What is inconspicuous is that this master-level painter imagines it out of thin air or is it really a photo copy?
Emma no longer dared to think about it. The Peter family was like a giant beast lurking in the deep sea. It turned out that the limit she could imagine was just the tip of the iceberg of this behemoth. Its casual sigh could make a small person like herself doomed.
Tifa turned around and laughed: Are you shocked?When I first came here, I wasn't much better than you.
Emma: If I read it correctly, the painting just now... is it Lord Aina?
Tifa blinked: Who knows?
Emma: Are they not afraid of... let people know?
Tifa: In addition to the people from the Peter family, we are those who have signed soul contracts, and these are just portraits and have no signatures. Can we still cure their sins with this?
Emma: Did Lord Aina really pass through...
Tifa: Here, we are all the cheapest sex slaves, we shouldn't ask, it's best not to ask.
At the end of the corridor, it suddenly became clear. It was an extremely open basement, or torture room. The mottled walls were covered with hideous torture instruments. When you look closely, you will find that they were all designed for women such as mouthballs, restraint belts, and breasts. Emma even saw a rough wooden horse covered with vaginal fluid. All the furnishings were done to abuse women. This unknown basement was like an endless hell of a chaste woman.
Can't escape, can't get rid of it, can't be lustful.
Emma couldn't help but look pale. Although she had heard of the methods of playing with women by the nobles, she was still shocked by everything in front of her. They spent a huge amount of money to open such a basement just to play with women?
Tifa: Don’t worry, as long as you are obedient, these things will most likely not be used by you.
Emma looked at the many instruments around her with lingering fear and said: If I had refused to sign that magic contract just now, would she be...
Tifa Youran said: I'm afraid you have to exercise your equestrian...
Without waiting for Emma to answer, a sudden and painful moan interrupted the conversation between the two. Is there a third party there?
Emma looked suspiciously at the source of the sound. In the dark and wet row of cells, there seemed to be a woman hanging under the cold iron chain, and the sound came from the woman's mouth on the other side of the fence.
Emma narrowed her eyes, only to feel that the blurry figure looked familiar. After a moment, she seemed to remember something, and ran all the way outside the cell, grabbed the rusty fence, and shouted: Miss Odai?Is it you?How could you be here?
Of course she knew Helena, a close friend who often visited her, and she still vaguely remembered that Miss Odai was also the daughter of a little noble. She had wondered why she hadn't seen her come to the hospital to visit her recently. Now, looking at the dismal appearance of her hair, the answer is self-evident.
But Miss Audai is not a civilian like herself who can be controlled by others. Even a little nobleman without a title is still the daughter of a serious nobleman!
The pretty woman in the cage who used to chat and laugh with Miss Helena was now closed and haggard, and turned a blind eye to Emma's cry. The wet long floral dress was tightly attached to her long legs, exuding an indescribable depression. Drops of crystal dew fell along the end of the skirt saw, a small pool of silver puddles accumulated. Emma remembered the lustful portraits hanging in the corridor just now, and suddenly felt a little cold...
Tifa: No need to shout, she was just played with. She was here when I first came in. It is said that she was sent in by her father himself. She was a nobleman, arrogant and not so easy to surrender. But she won't last long after seeing her appearance. Sooner or later, she is like us. Humph, she is from a better origin than me, but in the eyes of a nobleman without a title, what is the difference between a dog and a dog in the eyes of the Peter family?
Tifa said lightly, as if commenting on a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
Emma was crying: But Miss Odai was very nice to Miss Helena and us...
Tifa: I didn't ask her to be kind to me. Apart from being lucky, she was born in a noble family and looked good, how could she be better than me?
Emma: Tifa, when did you become like this?
Tifa: I've always been like this!Go and change your clothes quickly, don’t implicate me and get punished with you!As he said that, he turned around and walked towards a wooden door.
Emma turned her head and looked at Odai for the last time, shook her head gently, and shook her thick braids with helplessness, and hurriedly followed quickly.
Behind the wooden door are rows of matte wardrobes. Except for the doorway, the three walls are covered with silver-glittered floor-to-ceiling mirrors, which makes the entire locker room look mysterious. What surprised Emma was that even the ground was reflective and unknown material. Looking down, the scenery inside the skirt was clearly visible. Even the patterns on the pure cotton briefs under her crotch were clearly visible. Peeping at her spring scenery from this angle made Emma feel a sense of inexplicable shyness. Why do she feel that she was deliberately exposed...
Tifa smiled and said: Why are you stunned? Come here quickly, the clothes we are going to wear tonight are there.
Emma responded, lowered her head and timidly followed Tifa to a closet.
Tifa flipped the clothes hanger quickly: Huh?I clearly remember hanging it on this side Ah, Ah, I found it, well, the size of this set is mine, oh, this is yours.As he said that, he handed a pure white dress to Emma.
Emma glanced at her clothes, Emei frowned and asked: Tifa.Isn't this dress just...
Tifa: It was changed to the nurse uniforms in our hospital.
The dress on my hand is almost the same as the work skirt Emma usually wears, and right, it is almost the same...
White symbolizes purity, so nurses also have the nickname of white messenger, but the chest of the dress in front of them is not sewn with buttons, and it is directly open. The underwear and bra is inevitably bleak in spring, and the waist is as slender as ever. The hip-covered skirt that cleverly reveals the winding lines in the past is only one-third of the length of a normal uniform. If worn, a corner of the underwear will inevitably be exposed. The thighs covering the thighs are not the tightly covered tightly, but are paired with an equally snow-white hollow lace suspender stocking.
Several shameful changes made Emma blush and said softly: How can people wear this uniform?
Tifa pretended to be surprised: Emma, she is so big, she doesn’t even have to serve me in clothes, right?
Emma stomped her toes and raised her voice slightly: I mean, how can people wear such an exposed uniform!
Tifa smiled and said: Oh, have you forgotten that you are already a sex slave now?Even if they want to gang rape you later, you have to endure it, and you still have the intention to care about how exposed your clothes are?
Listening to Tifa's fierce and mean words, Emma's pretty face was unstable, and she finally sighed heavily, put her uniform aside, and began to unbutton the first button on her chest...
The old dress that I had washed many times, the faded fabric was peeled off layer by layer like onions, and the last dignity and persistence of such a girl. When the last shirt bid farewell to her delicate body, her delicate and convex figure bloomed in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Tifa exclaimed: Your figure is not bad even compared to the lady outside.
Emma didn't agree and wanted to take off the uniform from the hanger, but Tifa hurriedly stopped: Emma, she hasn't taken off her naked yet, why did she change it?
Emma was confused and asked: How can I wear this uniform without replacement?
Tifa smiled and said: Who said there was no one?You might as well see clearly?Just hang it in the clothes.
Emma widened her eyes when she heard this and finally found three white cloth patches from the hanger that they usually used to deal with small wounds, each piece was just a little bigger than her thumb.
Emma was even more confused and asked: Isn’t this a cloth patch we use to stop bleeding?
Tifa smiled wickedly: Yes, it's still three pieces.
What's wrong with three pieces... Is it difficult... Could it be... Emma suddenly understood the use of these three pieces of cloth patches, and her face was full of shame and anger: How... How can this be done!Isn’t the three-piece cloth patch just replaces the underwear and sticks it to the nipples and private parts?
But if you cover up so obscenely, it is like tempting a man to tear it apart and find out what is going on. It is better not to post it!
Tifa: I advise you to put it on, you don’t want to try the torture instruments outside, right?
Emma was about to refute, but she remembered Miss Odai's miserable situation and was speechless. She had no choice but to stretch her hands to her back and unbutton her bra... She finally took off her own...
The cloth stick closely fits the raised nipples and the pink flesh slits, and a strange numb touch spread from the sensitive three points to the crotch of Su's chest and crotch. Emma gritted her teeth and asked: Tifa, what potion did this cloth stick soak in!
Tifa: I...how do I know, Ah, Ah, it's just a serious potion.Tifa, who was wearing cloth stickers at the same time, gasping for breath, obviously not as relaxed as Emma.
Emma: These playboys know how to mess with women!Well, um, Ah!
The two young girls endured the commotion at three points and carefully wrapped a set of sex slave nurse uniforms on their bodies, for fear that the movement was too big and the one accidentally stimulated the three places to be weak, and their feet could not stand firmly. If the uniform was torn, I really don't know how the bad-hearted Purdon would deal with them.
After a long time, the two of them finally transformed from two dignified and charming girls into two lowly and shameless sex slave nurses.
They betrayed the rest of their lives, let go of their innocent past, and ushered in a bleak future...
The price paid by the nobles may be just the expenses of a regular cocktail party, and they don’t bother to keep their accounts.
Tifa and Emma held hands and supported each other, returning to the study along the same route. Along the way, the two of them unconsciously rubbed their thighs, not to mention how funny it was. Fortunately, they did not meet any servants along the way, which avoided a lot of embarrassment.
Only Pudun, who had changed his pajamas, was left in the room. It seemed that the party I mentioned before was purely the big master was making a fool of himself, and Emma didn't care. Now that she sold herself clean, she had no room for resistance.
Under the constraints of the soul contract, sex slaves cannot violate their masters.
Two young slaves with pure faces, wearing a slutty uniform, were wearing a slutty uniform. The open chest was almost completely exposed to two straight pepper breasts. The two small cloth patches covering the dome jade peak covered the beauty, and instead added the finishing touch to the spring scenery of the garden, which was attracted by the heart. They were deliberately cut into a very short-length hem, which was only enough to wrap most of their butts in a pity.The scenery is fully visible, and the cloth stickers vertically pasted outside the flesh slit are like the empty door curtain in the girl's boudoir, tempting the criminals to break in and do evil. The lace hollow suspender stockings wrapped around the well-proportioned and slender thighs, and the buckles extending from under the skirt raise a little curve on the edge of the white socks. The lace lace tucked a circle of seductive marks on the left and right thighs, and paired with a flawless white uniform, exuding a slight crime-inspiring atmosphere.
The two completely opposite feelings of purity and desire collide with each other, intersecting, and merging on the girls until they are inseparable from each other. They are like the innocent girl who is ignorant of the world, standing in the willows and alleys of flowers, streets and willows, shamelessly singing their first-handed body, giving people a wonderful sense of impulse, just wanting to press them under them and vent their desires freely.
This kind of clothing specially customized for the two girls is obviously expensive, and only wealthy nobles like the Peter family will be willing to spend a lot of money on this evil taste.
Pudton drank a sip of fine wine gracefully, from his posture to his appearance, and except for his devilish behavior, he could be regarded as a rare handsome man in the world. As long as he doesn't look down at him...
Puton, wearing a nightgown, had a completely naked lower body, and his penis stood upright, as if provoking the two female nurses who had just been sex slaves in front of him.
Putton threw out two items at the feet of the two girls, and casually ordered: Put them on.
Tifa and Emma looked closely and found that they were two leather collars, and there were also names plates marked with the Peter family emblem. They recognized them even if they were ignorant. This was a sex slave collar that symbolized surrender and depravity.
Emma Zhan Zhan squatted down tall, picked up the collar, patted the dust gently, and the mist was misty in her beautiful eyes. On the way she came, she was not mentally prepared to be flirted with by the nobles at the party. There was no free lunch in the world, but the reward was really generous. Thinking of being touched by someone a few times, I suffered some losses, and I endured it. I never expected that she would become a sex slave of Peter's family and could not escape the clutches of the blonde young man for life. She unbuttoned the buttons of the collar, but was unable to put it on for a long time.
Tifa put it on quite readily, glanced at the corner of her eyes and was still hesitating for his friend, and advised: Emma, it's all here, why are you hesitating for?Your efforts are worth it, for your family!
Emma sighed for a long time, and took the collar to her slender jade neck with her fate, officially admitting that she was a sex slave to the Peter family.
A small piece of her heart was taken away...
The former nurse sisters, and now the sex slave sisters, kneel respectfully on the ground, like two female dogs...
Tifa said in a voice: Tifa is the little sex slave of his master, the private property of the Peter family, and he vows to serve every member of the Peter family for life.
Emma said softly: Emma is the master's little sex slave. Everything Emma belongs to the Peter family. No matter how the master plays with Emma, Emma will obey unconditionally.
Pudton smiled lazyly and said: How many of your two female dogs are going to bark for your master?
Tifa and Emma looked at each other, shaking their little butts respectively, and humiliatedly imitating the female dog's bark at Putton, wool, wool, wool.
Pudton laughed: OK, very good, well, well behaved!It's really a waste of your life not being a beast.
The two sex slave nurses pretending to be female dogs had to force themselves to smile and squeeze out two unnatural bitter smiles.
Pton: Let me see how the tits of the nurse in the National Hospital are different from those in the brothel?
The two of them didn't have much resistance to the two pieces of cloth sticking on their chests. They tore off the cloth sticking in a very tame manner and took out a pair of complete jade rabbits. Under the hint of the blonde young man, they consciously grasped and played with the soft flesh on their chests. The jade fingers picked up the red plum Pei Lei, and the peaks were filled with stormy waves.
But Putun pretended to be amazed: What are you doing?
Tifa knew it and quickly said: We women who graduated from nurse schools used to not see a few opposite sexes in school, so they easily developed the habit of masturbation. Now they exposed their breasts in front of their masters, and they started playing with them with pride.
Emma added: We women who are studying nursing have a strong sexual desire and can't find a penis in school. If we really can't help it, we have to have sex with our classmates who are also women.
Pton, who was content with his prank at this moment, probably never imagined that the shameless words of Tifa and Emma were not made up for pleasing him, but were basically... facts...
Pudton: Well, it looks good. Tear up the cloth sticker below, remember your female dog's identity.
Tifa and Emma both spread their thighs and squatted on the ground, exposing the bottom of the skirt in an extremely shameful posture. The slender jade fingers twisted the edge of the cloth patch and tore it downwards. The cloth patch stuck to the armpit hair around the flesh slit. When it was torn off, it brought up a small piece of weed. In addition to the pain, it stimulated the pussy that was tortured by aphrodisiacs again, making the two women miserable.
The cloth patch was finally completely torn off. The pink and tender abalone was white and red against the background of the snow-colored lace hollow slings, and the sensuality was dripping. The labia was filled with tide, reflecting the light of the oil lamp, every bit, extremely lustful.
The two girls raised their hands to shoulder-length position, clenched their fists, spit out their fragrant tongue, and sobbed in their throats with a flattering tone. The mute mouth was light and breathless, leaving only a shaking tail away from the female dog.
The medicinal properties of the aphrodisiac had already been immersed in the vagina. At this moment, the cloth patch suddenly opened and burst out unexpectedly. A series of numbness like electric shock passed through the skin of the private parts. The two women showed a hint of embarrassment on their pretty faces, and then they could not bear it anymore. They both squirted in a squat position in their squatting position, and the vaginal fluid was like an arrow, and they actually sputtered straight forward to one meter away. As a woman's reserve was gone.
Pudton smiled and raised the wine in his hand high above his head, saying gracefully: Cheers!
As the glass of American wine reached the bottom, Pudun's hideous giant root rose a little further, showing that the owner was in a good mood and full of sex at the moment.
Seeing this, Tifa and Emma consciously lowered their bodies and climbed up silently, not forgetting to shake their breasts awkwardly, leaving two small trickles. When they reached the master's crotch, they stood up straight and faced each other. They held up their own pair of shaky, shaking the scorching penis in it, and let the four plump meat balls clamp the scorching penis in it. The already sensitive and congested nipples under the influence of aphrodisiac teased each other's desire. The four warm and jade-like plump penis wrapped around the ready-to-moving penis in all directions, giving it the gentlest comfort under the squeeze of two skillful hands, and giving it the girl's most precious tenderness.
Pudton was smiling, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and the knowledge and tactfulness of the two first-hand sex slaves under his crotch surprised him. He had been in love with him for many years and of course he understood that the best sex slave who could serve men was the best sex slave, and these two seemed to have good talent in this regard?
Pudun pulled the fabric on his waist and pulled it back slightly with a clever effort. The buttons collapsed. The uniform with his open chest and the hip-skirt that was too short to be short were roughly taken off, leaving only two faint fragrances wearing white lace hollow suspender stockings to serve meekly.
Although she could not cover up three points at all, only the symbolic clothes were left. The man in front of her took off her as soon as she said that she could not help but feel embarrassed. Even if she pretended to be mature, she was just a young girl who had just grown up.
A pair of delicate palms suddenly pressed Tifa and Emma to the head and pressed their pretty faces inward. The two girls who were familiar with physiological knowledge did not find that their master's sperm had reached the critical point of squirting. The white turbidity broke through the heavy blockade of their breasts, surged and soared into the sky, pouring on the picturesque faces of the two nurses' sex slaves, warmly covered the tender skin, which was particularly lustful. The two girls who had known each other for a long time and had been classmates for many years leaned together tacitly, spitting out their fragrant tongues, licking the remaining sperm on each other's pretty faces, and staged a warm scene of deep sisterhood.
When Pudun, who had forced two female nurses to be slaves, was just a bonus, suddenly felt that he had made a profit, and it seemed that he had really picked up two treasures by accident?
Is it so self-taught and no need to train?
The journey was like a mountain, but he didn't know that what the nurse learned was much richer than he thought.
Pudton slapped Emma's round buttocks his lips three times, and he curled his lips to his still-piercing one. Emma understood, stood up, hugged her hands together and wrapped her back shoulders around the master's back shoulders, and a pair of slender legs crossed her knees to hold her waist, asking Tifa to help him hold her buttocks, adjust the angle of her lower body, aiming the flower core at the upward stick that was about to seize her virginity, slowly falling down. She posed one of the most comfortable sex positions for men, allowing the demonic master in front of her to invade her body. Her eyes were filled with tears, sweat was flowing through her body, and her crotch was filled with vaginal fluid.
Emma suddenly fell to loosen her tight hands. The weight of her body made the firm cock spread the narrow acupoint without mercy, pushing it to the end, until the palace gate, the virgin's moans rang throughout the study. Emma, who tried to let a man get into her vagina for the first time, finally realized the pain that every virgin would experience. Her body was in pain, as if she had lost some expectation forever, her heart was in pain, as if she had forgotten a memory forever, and everything about her was in pain...
It hurts so much that I can't breathe...
The pleasure from physiological growth is growing in a slight way. It is undeniable that this man who took away all of her does have extremely rich experience and excellent skills in making love. He knows how to make women happy, even if they are painfully happy.
In this regard, he is more men than most men on the Eternal Continent...
But Emma still felt pain, heart-wrenching pain. Even a humble life was her life, her unique life...
Now this man easily ruined her life, and she felt that she should hate him for her happiness.
But she is already a sex slave. What qualifications do she have to say about love, hate, and love?
Getting fucked is everything about sex slaves...
She moaned and moaned unrestrainedly, as if howling in despair in the abyss of hell, she couldn't tell whether it was sad or pleasure.
Tifa buried her pretty face under Pton's crotch, licked the egg bag for her master, and let the love liquid splashed in Emma's pussy wet her face. She just needs to be successful, she only needs money, and she is willing to pay any price, even if she wants her to be a lowly sex slave, her childhood past makes her understand the meaning of money to a woman.
When an ordinary woman, marrying a mediocre husband, being influenced by the firewood, rice, oil and salt, becomes a chattering resentful woman, and finally lying on the deserted bed and dying silently?
She didn't want to live like this, she wanted to live her own life. She had seen nobles throw expensive steaks into the trash can, and she had also seen daughters smearing cosmetics that she had never heard of. Between dignity and money, she chose the latter.
Besides, what can a civilian woman like her rely on to reject the Peter family?
She had nothing except for her decent appearance.
She is a sex slave, so what?
As her waist undulates, her cock hits the inner uterus of Emma's vagina, hitting her fragmented thoughts one after another. She tries to make herself scream like a personality slave. A smile flows from the corner of her mouth, and she can't hide her sadness in her eyes.
But it was her strange expression that aroused Pudton's crazy desire.
The penis went upstream, crossed the passes in the form of a conqueror, and supported the tight flesh wall into its own shape. He wanted to engrave his name in the heart of this woman.
Pudton felt that he really fell in love with this sex slave who was unwilling to fall but had to fall...
He used all his strength to launch a general attack, poked open the last gate, poured all the scorching and strong semen into the uterus of the woman in front of him, and asked her to surrender during orgasm.
Emma's eyes were blurred, her mind was blank, and her hands subconsciously made several scratches on her master's wide shoulders. Her breasts pressed out two soft round cakes on her solid chest. A drop of bright red fell. She gave her virginity. She climaxed uncontrollably, and she completely became a sex slave of the Peter family.
In a trance, the sunny young man with brown hair gradually drifted away from her and finally became a strange road.
Late at the same night, in the ward on the third floor of the Holy Allied National Hospital, Helena was staring at the dress box placed on the table, staring blankly.
She had the urge to burn the gift box countless times, but was pulled back by the remaining reason again and again.
She had to make that decision tonight because there was really not much time left for her...
Of course she respected her father, but she could not agree with the Speaker's move to push the Patton family to the forefront. Although the Adult did have the grace of promoting and recreating his father, a family like theirs, which has a shallow foundation, will sooner or later become victims of the power struggle for the powerful.
When that day comes, who will be able to win the family?
Who will protect her innocent brother?
The conditions proposed by Pton were like sweet poison. She knew that it would be irrescue to have a trace of it, but she still couldn't help but taste it.
Just for that illusory thing...
As long as she lives, no matter which force she is, it will still be valuable. After all, she is such a young holy level, and the strategic holy level that is known as a country's important weapon.
But could she betray her father?
She didn't know.
The gift box is made of wood. She is knowledgeable and naturally can see that the material is made from the sandalwood wood of Fengnan County. It is said that this kind of wood is rare and not used in the palace. However, the Peter family used it to make a wooden box for dresses, which is extremely luxurious. The box carved with carefully designed patterns and words dedicated to Helena. This carving is another expensive expense. It is hard to imagine whether the Peter family is as rich as the rumor says?
Perhaps only the stingy goblin in the Mainland Chamber of Commerce can compete with him?
Money can solve most of the problems, which means that most of the problems are not problems in the eyes of the Peter family...
Helena never doubted that as long as she burned the gift box tonight, she would receive the same gift box the next day. She knew the Peter family because her lover, Bolton, came from this ancient family.
She pursed her lower lip and finally opened the wooden cover of the gift box.
There was a dark purple evening dress neatly placed inside. The craftsmen wrinkled to prevent the skirts and even engraved magic circles inside to maintain temperature and humidity. Only those deeply rooted families would be so careful about such trivial matters.
She believed that the size of this dress must be exactly the same as her figure, and she believed that the Peter family would never make any mistakes in such matters.
For those old men, this rigid detail best reflects the background of a family.
Dark purple...the most compatible with her hair color...
Helena carefully took out the evening wear inside the box, and repeatedly confirmed that there was no mechanism in the box, then spread the skirt on the bed, checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was completely normal, she began to carefully examine the evening wear tailor-made for herself.
She smiled and shook her head. It was not because of disappointment. On the contrary, whether it was the design, materials or cutting of this dress, it was a rare treasure in the world. You can tell at a glance that it was written by some masters. The works of those masters were all lonely items without exception. If you want to invite those arrogant masters to take action, it is not enough to have money alone, but you have to have face.
But how could the clothing made by the Peter family be a normal cutting design?
Do you want to try it on?Helena's heart was full of war, and it was hard to break.
Wear it once, no one else is here anyway...
The brown-haired girl took off her shirt and trousers and her close-fitting clothes one by one. Her beautiful body exuded the most primitive charm. Even the most graceful gentleman could not move her eyes.
Helena took out the dark purple underwear that matched the evening outfit and frowned. She recognized this erotic outfit called a rope thong. This extremely fabric-saving cut is usually only the prostitutes in the brothels wear to satisfy the guests' hobbies. Of course, there are also many men and women who pursue sexual interests to buy it privately.
Since he had made up his mind to try it on, Helena was too lazy to worry about it. She tied the knot with graciousness and smiled playfully at the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She tied the string over her flesh, which made her feel uncomfortable in dressing, but her figure is really pretty...
No wonder Bolton couldn't let go every time he held him...
Helena followed the steps and fiddled with the floor-to-ceiling mirror for a while before she could dress up this gorgeous evening dress neatly, dancing gracefully on the spot, with her skirt flying. She raised her eyes and looked at the beauty in the glass, her eyes flashing.
It looks good, it is really good, it is also really lustful.
If this is a lady's evening dress, then probably no woman would wear it. If this is a dress designed for prostitutes, then no prostitute's private money can afford it.
Which beautiful woman in the mirror has exposed her shoulders, captivating her soul, and exquisite under the clavicle, the breast fabric cut into rose bud style covers most of the breast balls on the left. Yes, you read that right, only covers the left side, the whole round and firm right breast is completely exposed to the air for everyone to enjoy, the curved under the waist is winding, perfectly reflecting Helena's seductive golden ratio of waist and hips, and the skirt is embroidered with complex and exquisite rose petals.It was just a pity that the hem of the skirt only covered the left leg. Yes, you read that right. The well-proportioned and slender right jade leg, except for the dark purple net stockings that were placed on the knees, was also exposed directly and boldly to the base of the thighs. Half of the thong was clearly exposed to the garden weeds under the lace pattern, and the knot on the right pelvis seemed to tempt the men to pull it off. Who would refuse to take a glimpse of the beauty's private area?
The solemnity on the left and the porn on the right are inseparable from each other in the same evening outfit, which makes people unable to tell whether this is beautiful or color, or this contradictory design can reflect the independent beauty of Helena.
But it was really amazing. Helena was sure that in terms of aesthetics, there was no dress in her closet that could be compared with it.
I wonder what kind of reaction would Burton react when he saw this evening outfit?
Thinking of her lover, Helena's cheeks flushed and Divon smiled slightly.
After a moment, his eyes turned dim.
Next time when she put on this evening outfit, she was afraid that she would have become the sex slave of the Peter family in her residence?
Helena sighed deeply, long-lasting and helpless...
Whether out of greed or helplessness, there is no difference in the face of giants like the Peter family. These ancient families that have been rooted in the Holy Alliance for thousands of years have always easily seen the weaknesses of human nature. With a little arrangement, they can crush the lives of civilians like a destruction. They can't even sigh, just an ant, how can they be worthy of the nobles?
Even if this is a slightly beautiful woman, she is just a more beautiful ant.
But today is different. The always domineering young master Pudun rarely arouses some interest. It is not entirely because he conquered this lovely nurse who dared to shy his face when visiting him. He is more looking forward to whether the holy beauty on the sickbed will eventually be unable to resist swallowing the bait.
Helena, how would you make a decision?
But no matter which answer you choose, tragedy seems inevitable. If you want to blame, blame the Patton family for being bloody, or you have entered the holy level at this age. How could the Peter family watch a political enemy rise from the alliance and threaten their position for thousands of years?
I just don’t know what interesting expression would be like when Bolton came back and saw Helena wearing that evening outfit, crawling under the man’s crotch, having sex with her indulges?
Despair or anger?
Or maybe just give up on gang-raping your lover with those men?
A demonic smile appeared on the corner of Pudton's mouth...
Emma trembled and held the quill handed over by the old housekeeper, silently chanting the spell on the magic contract, while signing her full name in the lower right corner of the sheepskin scroll. The magic power flowing in it gathered into obscure runes, engraved in the depths of her soul. A stinging sensation deep into her bone marrow spread from her forehead to her limbs. The girl covered her forehead tightly and fell in pain on a high chair. From this moment on, she would not be able to violate the control of the Peter family for the rest of her life, serving all members of the Peter family as a sex slave.
She no longer lives as a woman. She is just a private property of the Peter family, just a sex slave raised by the Peter family, and just a tool to satisfy men's animal desires.
What’s funny is that just a few days ago, she was naively fantasizing about having a love life with that handsome brown young man, getting married and having children, and happily traveling her life.
Now, there is probably only sexual blessings left in her life.
Pudton rolled up the magic contract with satisfaction, put it in his arms, and ordered to the butler: Notify the accountant, exempt the Emma family from debts, send someone to the pawn shop, and redeem all the things her father had pawned before and send them back.
Emma stared at Putton with a look of surprise.
Putun smiled and said: Don't stare at me like this. I'm sorry, yes, I actually bought all your debts.
Emma: Those who come to my house to collect debts these days...
Pudton: Of course I sent it.
Emma: The bank suddenly rejected my father’s loan application the day before yesterday...
Pton: Oh, I am old friends with that fat man in Lando. We drank that day, and I gave him some faithful suggestions.
Emma: So, from the day you met me, you were calculating me?
Pton: Please don't overestimate yourself, Miss Nurses who are loyal to their duties, I care about Helena, you are just the fun I find casually.
Emma's eyes became dimmer and she muttered to herself: Fun?My life is just the fun of you nobles...?
Putun shook Tifa and said: Tifa, as a friend, you should take Miss Emma to change your clothes at this time, right?Remember how to walk in the locker room?
Tifa put Emma's arm in one hand and smiled: Master, remember it, this time we are not allowed to hide our underwear. Last time, we could only go back naked.
Pton: What are you afraid of? No one lifts your skirt on the road.
Tifa: But it was windy tonight, and there were still homeless people on the road!
Puton smiled narrowly: Do you still want to go back tonight?I have asked someone to notify you that you will work overtime tonight.The blonde young man deliberately dragged the two syllables overtime for a very long time.
Tifa said with a bitter face: Do you have to work overtime again?Then tomorrow we all have to doze off?I'm going to be preached by the head nurse again.
Pudton: Please figure out one thing. In the future, nurses will only be your part-time job, and being a sex slave will be your full job.
Tifa agreed to accept his fate: OK, which set of clothes do you want us to wear tonight?
Pton: What do you think?Sex slave nurse lady.
Tifa stomped his feet and said: Men are all bad guys!As he said that, he pulled Emma, who was in a state of dismay, and left.
The girls left the study, walked through the corridor, turned down the stairs, passed through the flower hall, and arrived in an extremely ordinary chaotic room. Tifa twisted an inconspicuous lamp stand based on his memory. The cabinet moved to one side, and there was a hidden secret passage. There was no oil lamp lighting inside, and he used the night pearl with luxury.
The corridor was not stuffy all the way down, but it should be that it was a ventilated magic array. Emma looked at the exquisite murals on the walls on both sides, secretly frightened. Unlike what she saw before, the corridor hung in the corridor was full of portraits of women. Some of them she recognized and some of them she did not recognize. Just looking at the demeanor, they were all famous ladies in the upper class of the human race. But it was precisely these noble girls in the sky who looked dignified and graceful in the paintings, but without exception, they were wearing unbearable dinner dresses. What made her even more incredible was that one of the portraits was the current human queen, Lord Aina!
The portrait is lifelike and vivid, which is amazing. It is obviously written by a famous teacher. What is inconspicuous is that this master-level painter imagines it out of thin air or is it really a photo copy?
Emma no longer dared to think about it. The Peter family was like a giant beast lurking in the deep sea. It turned out that the limit she could imagine was just the tip of the iceberg of this behemoth. Its casual sigh could make a small person like herself doomed.
Tifa turned around and laughed: Are you shocked?When I first came here, I wasn't much better than you.
Emma: If I read it correctly, the painting just now... is it Lord Aina?
Tifa blinked: Who knows?
Emma: Are they not afraid of... let people know?
Tifa: In addition to the people from the Peter family, we are those who have signed soul contracts, and these are just portraits and have no signatures. Can we still cure their sins with this?
Emma: Did Lord Aina really pass through...
Tifa: Here, we are all the cheapest sex slaves, we shouldn't ask, it's best not to ask.
At the end of the corridor, it suddenly became clear. It was an extremely open basement, or torture room. The mottled walls were covered with hideous torture instruments. When you look closely, you will find that they were all designed for women such as mouthballs, restraint belts, and breasts. Emma even saw a rough wooden horse covered with vaginal fluid. All the furnishings were done to abuse women. This unknown basement was like an endless hell of a chaste woman.
Can't escape, can't get rid of it, can't be lustful.
Emma couldn't help but look pale. Although she had heard of the methods of playing with women by the nobles, she was still shocked by everything in front of her. They spent a huge amount of money to open such a basement just to play with women?
Tifa: Don’t worry, as long as you are obedient, these things will most likely not be used by you.
Emma looked at the many instruments around her with lingering fear and said: If I had refused to sign that magic contract just now, would she be...
Tifa Youran said: I'm afraid you have to exercise your equestrian...
Without waiting for Emma to answer, a sudden and painful moan interrupted the conversation between the two. Is there a third party there?
Emma looked suspiciously at the source of the sound. In the dark and wet row of cells, there seemed to be a woman hanging under the cold iron chain, and the sound came from the woman's mouth on the other side of the fence.
Emma narrowed her eyes, only to feel that the blurry figure looked familiar. After a moment, she seemed to remember something, and ran all the way outside the cell, grabbed the rusty fence, and shouted: Miss Odai?Is it you?How could you be here?
Of course she knew Helena, a close friend who often visited her, and she still vaguely remembered that Miss Odai was also the daughter of a little noble. She had wondered why she hadn't seen her come to the hospital to visit her recently. Now, looking at the dismal appearance of her hair, the answer is self-evident.
But Miss Audai is not a civilian like herself who can be controlled by others. Even a little nobleman without a title is still the daughter of a serious nobleman!
The pretty woman in the cage who used to chat and laugh with Miss Helena was now closed and haggard, and turned a blind eye to Emma's cry. The wet long floral dress was tightly attached to her long legs, exuding an indescribable depression. Drops of crystal dew fell along the end of the skirt saw, a small pool of silver puddles accumulated. Emma remembered the lustful portraits hanging in the corridor just now, and suddenly felt a little cold...
Tifa: No need to shout, she was just played with. She was here when I first came in. It is said that she was sent in by her father himself. She was a nobleman, arrogant and not so easy to surrender. But she won't last long after seeing her appearance. Sooner or later, she is like us. Humph, she is from a better origin than me, but in the eyes of a nobleman without a title, what is the difference between a dog and a dog in the eyes of the Peter family?
Tifa said lightly, as if commenting on a stranger who had nothing to do with him.
Emma was crying: But Miss Odai was very nice to Miss Helena and us...
Tifa: I didn't ask her to be kind to me. Apart from being lucky, she was born in a noble family and looked good, how could she be better than me?
Emma: Tifa, when did you become like this?
Tifa: I've always been like this!Go and change your clothes quickly, don’t implicate me and get punished with you!As he said that, he turned around and walked towards a wooden door.
Emma turned her head and looked at Odai for the last time, shook her head gently, and shook her thick braids with helplessness, and hurriedly followed quickly.
Behind the wooden door are rows of matte wardrobes. Except for the doorway, the three walls are covered with silver-glittered floor-to-ceiling mirrors, which makes the entire locker room look mysterious. What surprised Emma was that even the ground was reflective and unknown material. Looking down, the scenery inside the skirt was clearly visible. Even the patterns on the pure cotton briefs under her crotch were clearly visible. Peeping at her spring scenery from this angle made Emma feel a sense of inexplicable shyness. Why do she feel that she was deliberately exposed...
Tifa smiled and said: Why are you stunned? Come here quickly, the clothes we are going to wear tonight are there.
Emma responded, lowered her head and timidly followed Tifa to a closet.
Tifa flipped the clothes hanger quickly: Huh?I clearly remember hanging it on this side Ah, Ah, I found it, well, the size of this set is mine, oh, this is yours.As he said that, he handed a pure white dress to Emma.
Emma glanced at her clothes, Emei frowned and asked: Tifa.Isn't this dress just...
Tifa: It was changed to the nurse uniforms in our hospital.
The dress on my hand is almost the same as the work skirt Emma usually wears, and right, it is almost the same...
White symbolizes purity, so nurses also have the nickname of white messenger, but the chest of the dress in front of them is not sewn with buttons, and it is directly open. The underwear and bra is inevitably bleak in spring, and the waist is as slender as ever. The hip-covered skirt that cleverly reveals the winding lines in the past is only one-third of the length of a normal uniform. If worn, a corner of the underwear will inevitably be exposed. The thighs covering the thighs are not the tightly covered tightly, but are paired with an equally snow-white hollow lace suspender stocking.
Several shameful changes made Emma blush and said softly: How can people wear this uniform?
Tifa pretended to be surprised: Emma, she is so big, she doesn’t even have to serve me in clothes, right?
Emma stomped her toes and raised her voice slightly: I mean, how can people wear such an exposed uniform!
Tifa smiled and said: Oh, have you forgotten that you are already a sex slave now?Even if they want to gang rape you later, you have to endure it, and you still have the intention to care about how exposed your clothes are?
Listening to Tifa's fierce and mean words, Emma's pretty face was unstable, and she finally sighed heavily, put her uniform aside, and began to unbutton the first button on her chest...
The old dress that I had washed many times, the faded fabric was peeled off layer by layer like onions, and the last dignity and persistence of such a girl. When the last shirt bid farewell to her delicate body, her delicate and convex figure bloomed in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Tifa exclaimed: Your figure is not bad even compared to the lady outside.
Emma didn't agree and wanted to take off the uniform from the hanger, but Tifa hurriedly stopped: Emma, she hasn't taken off her naked yet, why did she change it?
Emma was confused and asked: How can I wear this uniform without replacement?
Tifa smiled and said: Who said there was no one?You might as well see clearly?Just hang it in the clothes.
Emma widened her eyes when she heard this and finally found three white cloth patches from the hanger that they usually used to deal with small wounds, each piece was just a little bigger than her thumb.
Emma was even more confused and asked: Isn’t this a cloth patch we use to stop bleeding?
Tifa smiled wickedly: Yes, it's still three pieces.
What's wrong with three pieces... Is it difficult... Could it be... Emma suddenly understood the use of these three pieces of cloth patches, and her face was full of shame and anger: How... How can this be done!Isn’t the three-piece cloth patch just replaces the underwear and sticks it to the nipples and private parts?
But if you cover up so obscenely, it is like tempting a man to tear it apart and find out what is going on. It is better not to post it!
Tifa: I advise you to put it on, you don’t want to try the torture instruments outside, right?
Emma was about to refute, but she remembered Miss Odai's miserable situation and was speechless. She had no choice but to stretch her hands to her back and unbutton her bra... She finally took off her own...
The cloth stick closely fits the raised nipples and the pink flesh slits, and a strange numb touch spread from the sensitive three points to the crotch of Su's chest and crotch. Emma gritted her teeth and asked: Tifa, what potion did this cloth stick soak in!
Tifa: I...how do I know, Ah, Ah, it's just a serious potion.Tifa, who was wearing cloth stickers at the same time, gasping for breath, obviously not as relaxed as Emma.
Emma: These playboys know how to mess with women!Well, um, Ah!
The two young girls endured the commotion at three points and carefully wrapped a set of sex slave nurse uniforms on their bodies, for fear that the movement was too big and the one accidentally stimulated the three places to be weak, and their feet could not stand firmly. If the uniform was torn, I really don't know how the bad-hearted Purdon would deal with them.
After a long time, the two of them finally transformed from two dignified and charming girls into two lowly and shameless sex slave nurses.
They betrayed the rest of their lives, let go of their innocent past, and ushered in a bleak future...
The price paid by the nobles may be just the expenses of a regular cocktail party, and they don’t bother to keep their accounts.
Tifa and Emma held hands and supported each other, returning to the study along the same route. Along the way, the two of them unconsciously rubbed their thighs, not to mention how funny it was. Fortunately, they did not meet any servants along the way, which avoided a lot of embarrassment.
Only Pudun, who had changed his pajamas, was left in the room. It seemed that the party I mentioned before was purely the big master was making a fool of himself, and Emma didn't care. Now that she sold herself clean, she had no room for resistance.
Under the constraints of the soul contract, sex slaves cannot violate their masters.
Two young slaves with pure faces, wearing a slutty uniform, were wearing a slutty uniform. The open chest was almost completely exposed to two straight pepper breasts. The two small cloth patches covering the dome jade peak covered the beauty, and instead added the finishing touch to the spring scenery of the garden, which was attracted by the heart. They were deliberately cut into a very short-length hem, which was only enough to wrap most of their butts in a pity.The scenery is fully visible, and the cloth stickers vertically pasted outside the flesh slit are like the empty door curtain in the girl's boudoir, tempting the criminals to break in and do evil. The lace hollow suspender stockings wrapped around the well-proportioned and slender thighs, and the buckles extending from under the skirt raise a little curve on the edge of the white socks. The lace lace tucked a circle of seductive marks on the left and right thighs, and paired with a flawless white uniform, exuding a slight crime-inspiring atmosphere.
The two completely opposite feelings of purity and desire collide with each other, intersecting, and merging on the girls until they are inseparable from each other. They are like the innocent girl who is ignorant of the world, standing in the willows and alleys of flowers, streets and willows, shamelessly singing their first-handed body, giving people a wonderful sense of impulse, just wanting to press them under them and vent their desires freely.
This kind of clothing specially customized for the two girls is obviously expensive, and only wealthy nobles like the Peter family will be willing to spend a lot of money on this evil taste.
Pudton drank a sip of fine wine gracefully, from his posture to his appearance, and except for his devilish behavior, he could be regarded as a rare handsome man in the world. As long as he doesn't look down at him...
Puton, wearing a nightgown, had a completely naked lower body, and his penis stood upright, as if provoking the two female nurses who had just been sex slaves in front of him.
Putton threw out two items at the feet of the two girls, and casually ordered: Put them on.
Tifa and Emma looked closely and found that they were two leather collars, and there were also names plates marked with the Peter family emblem. They recognized them even if they were ignorant. This was a sex slave collar that symbolized surrender and depravity.
Emma Zhan Zhan squatted down tall, picked up the collar, patted the dust gently, and the mist was misty in her beautiful eyes. On the way she came, she was not mentally prepared to be flirted with by the nobles at the party. There was no free lunch in the world, but the reward was really generous. Thinking of being touched by someone a few times, I suffered some losses, and I endured it. I never expected that she would become a sex slave of Peter's family and could not escape the clutches of the blonde young man for life. She unbuttoned the buttons of the collar, but was unable to put it on for a long time.
Tifa put it on quite readily, glanced at the corner of her eyes and was still hesitating for his friend, and advised: Emma, it's all here, why are you hesitating for?Your efforts are worth it, for your family!
Emma sighed for a long time, and took the collar to her slender jade neck with her fate, officially admitting that she was a sex slave to the Peter family.
A small piece of her heart was taken away...
The former nurse sisters, and now the sex slave sisters, kneel respectfully on the ground, like two female dogs...
Tifa said in a voice: Tifa is the little sex slave of his master, the private property of the Peter family, and he vows to serve every member of the Peter family for life.
Emma said softly: Emma is the master's little sex slave. Everything Emma belongs to the Peter family. No matter how the master plays with Emma, Emma will obey unconditionally.
Pudton smiled lazyly and said: How many of your two female dogs are going to bark for your master?
Tifa and Emma looked at each other, shaking their little butts respectively, and humiliatedly imitating the female dog's bark at Putton, wool, wool, wool.
Pudton laughed: OK, very good, well, well behaved!It's really a waste of your life not being a beast.
The two sex slave nurses pretending to be female dogs had to force themselves to smile and squeeze out two unnatural bitter smiles.
Pton: Let me see how the tits of the nurse in the National Hospital are different from those in the brothel?
The two of them didn't have much resistance to the two pieces of cloth sticking on their chests. They tore off the cloth sticking in a very tame manner and took out a pair of complete jade rabbits. Under the hint of the blonde young man, they consciously grasped and played with the soft flesh on their chests. The jade fingers picked up the red plum Pei Lei, and the peaks were filled with stormy waves.
But Putun pretended to be amazed: What are you doing?
Tifa knew it and quickly said: We women who graduated from nurse schools used to not see a few opposite sexes in school, so they easily developed the habit of masturbation. Now they exposed their breasts in front of their masters, and they started playing with them with pride.
Emma added: We women who are studying nursing have a strong sexual desire and can't find a penis in school. If we really can't help it, we have to have sex with our classmates who are also women.
Pton, who was content with his prank at this moment, probably never imagined that the shameless words of Tifa and Emma were not made up for pleasing him, but were basically... facts...
Pudton: Well, it looks good. Tear up the cloth sticker below, remember your female dog's identity.
Tifa and Emma both spread their thighs and squatted on the ground, exposing the bottom of the skirt in an extremely shameful posture. The slender jade fingers twisted the edge of the cloth patch and tore it downwards. The cloth patch stuck to the armpit hair around the flesh slit. When it was torn off, it brought up a small piece of weed. In addition to the pain, it stimulated the pussy that was tortured by aphrodisiacs again, making the two women miserable.
The cloth patch was finally completely torn off. The pink and tender abalone was white and red against the background of the snow-colored lace hollow slings, and the sensuality was dripping. The labia was filled with tide, reflecting the light of the oil lamp, every bit, extremely lustful.
The two girls raised their hands to shoulder-length position, clenched their fists, spit out their fragrant tongue, and sobbed in their throats with a flattering tone. The mute mouth was light and breathless, leaving only a shaking tail away from the female dog.
The medicinal properties of the aphrodisiac had already been immersed in the vagina. At this moment, the cloth patch suddenly opened and burst out unexpectedly. A series of numbness like electric shock passed through the skin of the private parts. The two women showed a hint of embarrassment on their pretty faces, and then they could not bear it anymore. They both squirted in a squat position in their squatting position, and the vaginal fluid was like an arrow, and they actually sputtered straight forward to one meter away. As a woman's reserve was gone.
Pudton smiled and raised the wine in his hand high above his head, saying gracefully: Cheers!
As the glass of American wine reached the bottom, Pudun's hideous giant root rose a little further, showing that the owner was in a good mood and full of sex at the moment.
Seeing this, Tifa and Emma consciously lowered their bodies and climbed up silently, not forgetting to shake their breasts awkwardly, leaving two small trickles. When they reached the master's crotch, they stood up straight and faced each other. They held up their own pair of shaky, shaking the scorching penis in it, and let the four plump meat balls clamp the scorching penis in it. The already sensitive and congested nipples under the influence of aphrodisiac teased each other's desire. The four warm and jade-like plump penis wrapped around the ready-to-moving penis in all directions, giving it the gentlest comfort under the squeeze of two skillful hands, and giving it the girl's most precious tenderness.
Pudton was smiling, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, and the knowledge and tactfulness of the two first-hand sex slaves under his crotch surprised him. He had been in love with him for many years and of course he understood that the best sex slave who could serve men was the best sex slave, and these two seemed to have good talent in this regard?
Pudun pulled the fabric on his waist and pulled it back slightly with a clever effort. The buttons collapsed. The uniform with his open chest and the hip-skirt that was too short to be short were roughly taken off, leaving only two faint fragrances wearing white lace hollow suspender stockings to serve meekly.
Although she could not cover up three points at all, only the symbolic clothes were left. The man in front of her took off her as soon as she said that she could not help but feel embarrassed. Even if she pretended to be mature, she was just a young girl who had just grown up.
A pair of delicate palms suddenly pressed Tifa and Emma to the head and pressed their pretty faces inward. The two girls who were familiar with physiological knowledge did not find that their master's sperm had reached the critical point of squirting. The white turbidity broke through the heavy blockade of their breasts, surged and soared into the sky, pouring on the picturesque faces of the two nurses' sex slaves, warmly covered the tender skin, which was particularly lustful. The two girls who had known each other for a long time and had been classmates for many years leaned together tacitly, spitting out their fragrant tongues, licking the remaining sperm on each other's pretty faces, and staged a warm scene of deep sisterhood.
When Pudun, who had forced two female nurses to be slaves, was just a bonus, suddenly felt that he had made a profit, and it seemed that he had really picked up two treasures by accident?
Is it so self-taught and no need to train?
The journey was like a mountain, but he didn't know that what the nurse learned was much richer than he thought.
Pudton slapped Emma's round buttocks his lips three times, and he curled his lips to his still-piercing one. Emma understood, stood up, hugged her hands together and wrapped her back shoulders around the master's back shoulders, and a pair of slender legs crossed her knees to hold her waist, asking Tifa to help him hold her buttocks, adjust the angle of her lower body, aiming the flower core at the upward stick that was about to seize her virginity, slowly falling down. She posed one of the most comfortable sex positions for men, allowing the demonic master in front of her to invade her body. Her eyes were filled with tears, sweat was flowing through her body, and her crotch was filled with vaginal fluid.
Emma suddenly fell to loosen her tight hands. The weight of her body made the firm cock spread the narrow acupoint without mercy, pushing it to the end, until the palace gate, the virgin's moans rang throughout the study. Emma, who tried to let a man get into her vagina for the first time, finally realized the pain that every virgin would experience. Her body was in pain, as if she had lost some expectation forever, her heart was in pain, as if she had forgotten a memory forever, and everything about her was in pain...
It hurts so much that I can't breathe...
The pleasure from physiological growth is growing in a slight way. It is undeniable that this man who took away all of her does have extremely rich experience and excellent skills in making love. He knows how to make women happy, even if they are painfully happy.
In this regard, he is more men than most men on the Eternal Continent...
But Emma still felt pain, heart-wrenching pain. Even a humble life was her life, her unique life...
Now this man easily ruined her life, and she felt that she should hate him for her happiness.
But she is already a sex slave. What qualifications do she have to say about love, hate, and love?
Getting fucked is everything about sex slaves...
She moaned and moaned unrestrainedly, as if howling in despair in the abyss of hell, she couldn't tell whether it was sad or pleasure.
Tifa buried her pretty face under Pton's crotch, licked the egg bag for her master, and let the love liquid splashed in Emma's pussy wet her face. She just needs to be successful, she only needs money, and she is willing to pay any price, even if she wants her to be a lowly sex slave, her childhood past makes her understand the meaning of money to a woman.
When an ordinary woman, marrying a mediocre husband, being influenced by the firewood, rice, oil and salt, becomes a chattering resentful woman, and finally lying on the deserted bed and dying silently?
She didn't want to live like this, she wanted to live her own life. She had seen nobles throw expensive steaks into the trash can, and she had also seen daughters smearing cosmetics that she had never heard of. Between dignity and money, she chose the latter.
Besides, what can a civilian woman like her rely on to reject the Peter family?
She had nothing except for her decent appearance.
She is a sex slave, so what?
As her waist undulates, her cock hits the inner uterus of Emma's vagina, hitting her fragmented thoughts one after another. She tries to make herself scream like a personality slave. A smile flows from the corner of her mouth, and she can't hide her sadness in her eyes.
But it was her strange expression that aroused Pudton's crazy desire.
The penis went upstream, crossed the passes in the form of a conqueror, and supported the tight flesh wall into its own shape. He wanted to engrave his name in the heart of this woman.
Pudton felt that he really fell in love with this sex slave who was unwilling to fall but had to fall...
He used all his strength to launch a general attack, poked open the last gate, poured all the scorching and strong semen into the uterus of the woman in front of him, and asked her to surrender during orgasm.
Emma's eyes were blurred, her mind was blank, and her hands subconsciously made several scratches on her master's wide shoulders. Her breasts pressed out two soft round cakes on her solid chest. A drop of bright red fell. She gave her virginity. She climaxed uncontrollably, and she completely became a sex slave of the Peter family.
In a trance, the sunny young man with brown hair gradually drifted away from her and finally became a strange road.
Late at the same night, in the ward on the third floor of the Holy Allied National Hospital, Helena was staring at the dress box placed on the table, staring blankly.
She had the urge to burn the gift box countless times, but was pulled back by the remaining reason again and again.
She had to make that decision tonight because there was really not much time left for her...
Of course she respected her father, but she could not agree with the Speaker's move to push the Patton family to the forefront. Although the Adult did have the grace of promoting and recreating his father, a family like theirs, which has a shallow foundation, will sooner or later become victims of the power struggle for the powerful.
When that day comes, who will be able to win the family?
Who will protect her innocent brother?
The conditions proposed by Pton were like sweet poison. She knew that it would be irrescue to have a trace of it, but she still couldn't help but taste it.
Just for that illusory thing...
As long as she lives, no matter which force she is, it will still be valuable. After all, she is such a young holy level, and the strategic holy level that is known as a country's important weapon.
But could she betray her father?
She didn't know.
The gift box is made of wood. She is knowledgeable and naturally can see that the material is made from the sandalwood wood of Fengnan County. It is said that this kind of wood is rare and not used in the palace. However, the Peter family used it to make a wooden box for dresses, which is extremely luxurious. The box carved with carefully designed patterns and words dedicated to Helena. This carving is another expensive expense. It is hard to imagine whether the Peter family is as rich as the rumor says?
Perhaps only the stingy goblin in the Mainland Chamber of Commerce can compete with him?
Money can solve most of the problems, which means that most of the problems are not problems in the eyes of the Peter family...
Helena never doubted that as long as she burned the gift box tonight, she would receive the same gift box the next day. She knew the Peter family because her lover, Bolton, came from this ancient family.
She pursed her lower lip and finally opened the wooden cover of the gift box.
There was a dark purple evening dress neatly placed inside. The craftsmen wrinkled to prevent the skirts and even engraved magic circles inside to maintain temperature and humidity. Only those deeply rooted families would be so careful about such trivial matters.
She believed that the size of this dress must be exactly the same as her figure, and she believed that the Peter family would never make any mistakes in such matters.
For those old men, this rigid detail best reflects the background of a family.
Dark purple...the most compatible with her hair color...
Helena carefully took out the evening wear inside the box, and repeatedly confirmed that there was no mechanism in the box, then spread the skirt on the bed, checked it carefully, and after confirming that it was completely normal, she began to carefully examine the evening wear tailor-made for herself.
She smiled and shook her head. It was not because of disappointment. On the contrary, whether it was the design, materials or cutting of this dress, it was a rare treasure in the world. You can tell at a glance that it was written by some masters. The works of those masters were all lonely items without exception. If you want to invite those arrogant masters to take action, it is not enough to have money alone, but you have to have face.
But how could the clothing made by the Peter family be a normal cutting design?
Do you want to try it on?Helena's heart was full of war, and it was hard to break.
Wear it once, no one else is here anyway...
The brown-haired girl took off her shirt and trousers and her close-fitting clothes one by one. Her beautiful body exuded the most primitive charm. Even the most graceful gentleman could not move her eyes.
Helena took out the dark purple underwear that matched the evening outfit and frowned. She recognized this erotic outfit called a rope thong. This extremely fabric-saving cut is usually only the prostitutes in the brothels wear to satisfy the guests' hobbies. Of course, there are also many men and women who pursue sexual interests to buy it privately.
Since he had made up his mind to try it on, Helena was too lazy to worry about it. She tied the knot with graciousness and smiled playfully at the floor-to-ceiling mirror. She tied the string over her flesh, which made her feel uncomfortable in dressing, but her figure is really pretty...
No wonder Bolton couldn't let go every time he held him...
Helena followed the steps and fiddled with the floor-to-ceiling mirror for a while before she could dress up this gorgeous evening dress neatly, dancing gracefully on the spot, with her skirt flying. She raised her eyes and looked at the beauty in the glass, her eyes flashing.
It looks good, it is really good, it is also really lustful.
If this is a lady's evening dress, then probably no woman would wear it. If this is a dress designed for prostitutes, then no prostitute's private money can afford it.
Which beautiful woman in the mirror has exposed her shoulders, captivating her soul, and exquisite under the clavicle, the breast fabric cut into rose bud style covers most of the breast balls on the left. Yes, you read that right, only covers the left side, the whole round and firm right breast is completely exposed to the air for everyone to enjoy, the curved under the waist is winding, perfectly reflecting Helena's seductive golden ratio of waist and hips, and the skirt is embroidered with complex and exquisite rose petals.It was just a pity that the hem of the skirt only covered the left leg. Yes, you read that right. The well-proportioned and slender right jade leg, except for the dark purple net stockings that were placed on the knees, was also exposed directly and boldly to the base of the thighs. Half of the thong was clearly exposed to the garden weeds under the lace pattern, and the knot on the right pelvis seemed to tempt the men to pull it off. Who would refuse to take a glimpse of the beauty's private area?
The solemnity on the left and the porn on the right are inseparable from each other in the same evening outfit, which makes people unable to tell whether this is beautiful or color, or this contradictory design can reflect the independent beauty of Helena.
But it was really amazing. Helena was sure that in terms of aesthetics, there was no dress in her closet that could be compared with it.
I wonder what kind of reaction would Burton react when he saw this evening outfit?
Thinking of her lover, Helena's cheeks flushed and Divon smiled slightly.
After a moment, his eyes turned dim.
Next time when she put on this evening outfit, she was afraid that she would have become the sex slave of the Peter family in her residence?
Helena sighed deeply, long-lasting and helpless...
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