Valkyrie Twilight

Chapter 1 (A Long Fantasy Novel with a Female Character)
On the bustling streets of Largas, the wealthy merchant and nobleman Lecla hurriedly slipped through an alley, weaving through the crowd, and stood before a strange mansion that was grandly decorated but eerily deserted.
He knocked on the gilded wooden door, and with a creak, a young man dressed as a servant in white peeked out.
"It's Master Lecla, please come in,"
the young man greeted Lecla with a smile. This kind of attitude wasn't unusual in Largas, the largest commercial city in the south, because those who knew him knew that Lecla was an extremely wealthy and extravagant merchant.
Inside the mansion, a beautiful maid took Lecla's coat and hat. The weather wasn't warm today, so Lecla had his carriage enter the mansion through the back door, but he himself had gone to the trouble of walking a few extra steps, circling a small alley, before finally entering.
"Is the goods ready?"
"Rest assured, this is the best we've prepared for you this year."
Lecla snorted and followed the young man up the stairs to the innermost room on the second floor, the delivery location. The room was
more spacious than he'd imagined. Inside was a beautiful young woman with black hair and large breasts, completely naked except for the black stockings on her legs. She wore a collar around her neck, one end of which was attached to a leather strap, which was held by a lewd old man.
"Mr. Lecla, long time no see."
"Um… Mr. Bart… long time no see…"
Drawn by the beautiful woman's elegant and delicate features and smooth, white skin, Lecla stammered. Although Bart had told him the female he'd found was top-quality, Lecla hadn't expected her to be this perfect.
Her large, almond-shaped eyes shimmered with a captivating beauty, and beneath her high, straight nose lay a small, rosy mouth. She wore light makeup, her cheeks flushed slightly, making her appear delicate and adorable. Her large breasts dangled in the air, seemingly inviting any man to resist them. Beneath her innocent appearance, the girl obediently knelt at Bart's feet like a true female dog, her beautiful legs partially hidden beneath her snow-white buttocks, making her even more alluring.
"Well, Mr. Bart, isn't it a good find?"
Bart asked smugly, seeing Lycla staring intently at the beautiful girl before him.
"Freya, go and meet your new master."
Hearing Bart's words, the girl raised her bright eyes to Lycla, giving her a flirtatious wink. Then, as Bart released her leash, she skillfully crawled towards Lycla, swaying her snow-white buttocks.
Freya walked to Lycla's side, gently lowered her head, and gave Lycla's shoes a deep kiss. This was a typical gesture of submission from a female dog recognizing her master, signifying that the female dog named Freya fully acknowledged Lycla's ownership of her.
"Hmm, not badly trained."
"Woof...woof..."
According to female dog etiquette, at this moment, she should bark twice as a gesture of thanks for praising her master. It seemed that the female dog named Freya was very familiar with this routine. Seeing this, Lycla took out a money bag and said to Bart,
"Good stuff. As agreed, this is 150 gold coins. Count them."
As the common currency of the continent, 150 gold coins were enough for a family of three to live on for 5 years, equivalent to the annuity of a minor nobleman. The price of high-class female slaves on the market was generally only around 100 gold coins. As for the city-state of Largas, where slavery was highly developed, there were simply too many slaves, so the price was not particularly expensive.
Bart took the money bag, counted the gold coins, and then altered the female dog contract before handing it to Lykra. The magical contract served as proof, extremely difficult to forge; changing the name signified a change of ownership of the female slave.
He glanced at it briefly, then stamped his family crest—a ram's head—on the master's section, followed by his signature. He then handed it to Freya, who pressed her handprint onto it and sat on it with her labia stained with cinnabar. With these formalities, Freya, from soul to body, would completely belong to her new master, the merchant noble Lykra.
Seeing that the recognition process was complete, Bart took out a package and unwrapped it. It was a set of sex slave gear: a black leather corset, a pair of high heels, and a pair of black stockings. The
black corset was fastened around Freya's slender waist, and the leather bustier made her full breasts stand even firmer, proudly displaying her pink nipples to her new master, Lykra.
After fastening the elastic band around her waist, Freya willingly put on the black stockings. The two buckles hanging from the corset secured the top of the stockings, turning them into garter stockings. A pair of black high heels rested on her stocking-clad feet. Because the heels were so high, only a small part of Freya's feet could touch the ground, and she had to painfully support herself with her toes to maintain her standing posture. This made standing for even a short time a cruel torture for the beautiful dog.
Wearing the corset that tightened her waist and the ultra-high black heels, a hint of pitifulness began to appear in Freya's bright eyes. Perhaps her body was under too much strain, so Freya intentionally or unintentionally used her allure to try to elicit Lekla's pity and ease some of her physical burden.
However, Freya, not yet qualified to have a tail attached, was only considered a second-class dog. She didn't even have the right to act cute with her owner. Only with her owner's approval could she have a tail attached to her anus, allowing her to speak human language and make requests without Lycla's prior consent.
Because she was a second-class dog, Freya was later fitted with a gag and blindfold, and then draped in a black veil robe, which perfectly accentuated her alluring curves.
There was a small hole at the anus of the black veil robe, specially designed for the tail to extend later. Since such black veil robes were often essential clothing for female dogs, many were designed with a hole in that area.
Finally, she was fitted with a new collar engraved with Lycla's family crest, and a leash was fastened to it. A sexy and alluring female dog knelt completely before Lycla. Because of the gag in her mouth, she couldn't speak yet, only letting out low barks to show her absolute obedience to her owner.
Lickra pulled up the leash on the collar, quite satisfied with the beautiful young female dog that Bart had provided. Not only were her figure and looks top-notch, but she was also exceptionally well-trained, understanding and adapting perfectly to being a female dog.
After a brief farewell to Bart, Lickra led Freya out of the slave exchange. His carriage was parked on another street, a short walk away.
Men passing by stared at Freya's alluring body, draped in a black veil. Because of the gag and blindfold, her features weren't clearly visible, but her fair, delicate skin, rosy cheeks, well-proportioned chin, and delicate nose suggested she was an absolute beauty.
Lickra proudly led Freya through the streets, relishing the envious glances from others who saw his good fortune.
As they approached the carriage, a young man hurriedly greeted them, saying obsequiously,
"Master, you're back."
The young man who greeted them, Lakel's coachman, was named Bansey, an orphan since childhood. Lakel took him in because he was pitiful and intelligent. Bansey was very grateful to Lakel, so he was diligent and conscientious in his work, quick-witted, and tight-lipped. He never asked a question about things Lakel didn't want others to know. Over the years, Lakel regarded him as a confidant because of this. Many times, such as when buying female slaves, he liked to bring Bansey alone. If his unfilial son, Lakel, knew, he was afraid that the female slave he bought would be taken away and abused by the boy the moment he paid for her. There was a previous incident like this. A female slave he bought was away for three days, and before she was even deflowered, she was taken and enjoyed by his son. When he returned, he found out that because they had played too wildly in bed, his son had tortured her to death on the second day after he bought her. He sighed with regret.
Lekla nodded slightly to Bansay, and the obedient Bansay quickly bowed and opened the car door. Just as he was about to invite Lekla in, his eyes were suddenly captivated by Freya's body, which was wrapped in a long black veil behind him.
Her full breasts stretched the black veil taut, and her slender waist showed a clear inward curve from the veil. Her thighs were round and full, and her calves were slender and beautiful. A pair of beautiful feet encased in super high heels were revealed under the hem of the black veil. Although her face was covered by a blindfold and a gag, it was not hard to guess from her charming profile that this female slave was a great beauty.
"Ahem..."
After a light cough, Bansey pulled Freya away from his outburst. Realizing his mistake, Bansey quickly lowered his head and stopped looking at Freya, which made Lykra slightly more satisfied. He got into the car first, then pulled on the leash attached to Freya's collar, like leading a real female dog. Bansey secretly glanced at Freya's back as she got into the car. When he saw the full and beautiful curves of Freya's buttocks against the black veil, Bansey's little brother unconsciously began to stare. Fortunately, Lykra had already gotten into the car and closed the door, so he couldn't see his lapse in composure.
"Looks like I'll have to find a prostitute to relieve my pent-up desires tonight."
Lecla's family is large, and as a renowned merchant, he spent money years ago to purchase a baronial title. Although to those established, hereditary nobles, Lecla was merely a nouveau riche, the title of baron gave him a significant sense of superiority over ordinary people. As a formally recognized nobleman across the entire continental empire, he also held a seat in the Largas City Council, serving as one of the administrators of this super-city-state with a population of over a million.
Of course, as mentioned above, being a nobleman, and a wealthy one at that, Lecla had many sensibilities. His household employed hundreds of servants, both male and female. Therefore, following the traditions of continental nobles, to address the sexual needs of his numerous male servants—a necessary condition for a benevolent nobleman to gain worldly approval—Lecla also established a system of prostitutes in his home.
In Leclair's household, the women were divided into five ranks. As the mistress of the women, the principal wife was naturally the only woman who could be considered Leclair's equal. However, Leclair had lost his wife many years ago, and to demonstrate his fidelity to love, he had applied to the church to remain unmarried for life. This earned him the church's praise and recognition as a devout believer. Of course, one only needs to look at the priests' faces when counting money to understand their true motives.
Next were the concubines, the women in the household second only to the principal wife. In the nobility, these women generally came from wealthy merchants and commoners. As mentioned earlier, Leclair was merely a nouveau riche, so naturally no merchant would be willing to offer their daughter or female relatives as concubines to curry favor with him. Although Leclair had already paid the church enough money to remain unmarried, he wasn't foolish enough to contradict himself by offering betrothal gifts to commoners for concubines. In any case, he had other ways to obtain women.
The third category, which was most prevalent among nobles and wealthy merchants, consisted of sex slaves. It's worth noting that since the concept of "marriage" applies to "human beings," sex slaves were no longer considered human. Therefore, Lyclar could have as many as he wanted. Keeping slaves after the death of a wife without remarrying or taking concubines could be seen as a virtue of the nobility.
Lyclar had three or four sex slaves, most of whom had gained acceptance through female dog training. These slaves were mostly possessed and manipulated by his son over many years. Lyclar was too lazy to reprimand his son, as he was his only son, and such tolerance was necessary. Moreover, the family scandal of competing with one's son for sex slaves was something nobles, especially nouveau riche nobles like Lyclar, loved to ridicule.
The fourth category is, of course, female dogs like Freya. As dogs, they are even worse than sex slaves. Sex slaves cannot be killed at will, but as dogs, it doesn't matter. Lycla kept about a dozen female dogs, but it must be said that none were as beautiful as Freya. Therefore, Lycla had long ago decided that when he returned, he would announce that Freya was his exclusive pet dog, and no one was allowed to touch her. Of course, everyone knew that this order was mainly for guarding against his own son, Lakeville.
The fifth category is household prostitutes, which are numerous. In fact, strictly speaking, any maid in the house falls into the category of household prostitutes. They must have unconditional sexual relations with others according to Lycla's arrangements, and they also have to do household chores. However, over time, two different classes often emerge in the house. One is the more beautiful
ones who are used like prostitutes to provide sexual pleasure for the male servants—of course, in very rare cases, the
masters will also take advantage of them. The majority of the others, who are of average appearance, can only focus on doing chores. Therefore, the fifth category should more accurately be called household prostitutes and maids.
The Lycra family had approximately three hundred maids and over three hundred servants—this included farmers on the estate, artisans in the workshops, gardeners, guards, coachmen, and so on. Lycra owned a large estate, and in that small world, he could be considered a monarch, ruling over his hundreds of subjects, which wouldn't be an exaggeration. However, it should be noted that this wasn't the actual number of people Lycra ruled. His territory wasn't limited to these few hundred servants directly serving his family; his lands also contained many ordinary people and slaves, whose details will be introduced later as the story unfolds.
There were about a dozen courtesans, so to ensure fair distribution, the monthly stipends for the male servants included several special "consolation coupons," each representing the right to spend a night with a courtesan. Later, to demonstrate his affection for his servants, Lycra built a three-story building next to his mansion on his estate specifically for the courtesans, turning this place into his personal brothel.
Even if he didn't have any reward coupons, he could buy them from the lord of the house, or obtain them as rewards. In short, as the lord's confidant, Bansey had quite a few reward coupons, which was yet another testament to the lord's favor. Of course, in reality, Lecla would assign him a wife as a reward, a common reward many male servants received from their lords. Nobles could also increase their number of servants in this way. Whether it was the offspring of a betrothed male servant or the illegitimate children born to courtesans, they would continue to serve the nobles.
Bansey was still dreaming of choosing a courtesan tonight. Meanwhile, in the carriage, Lecla was pulling on the leather strap of Freya's collar, making the beautiful girl curl up at his feet like a real dog. The journey to his territory would be long. The mansion he mentioned above was located in a small town of twenty or thirty thousand people, which he had purchased from a down-on-his-luck count and was under the jurisdiction of the Largas city-state.
Lykra wasn't a particularly cruel lord, but he wasn't exactly a good person either. His small town had a moderate tax rate, and apart from some slave laborers, the ordinary people who were the main residents of the town generally didn't particularly like Lykra, but they couldn't say they hated him either.
Looking at the beautiful female dog who had already removed her black veil robe, Lycla triumphantly placed her foot on Freya's raised head, grinding it according to her own will. Freya's small mouth, gagged, couldn't make any specific sounds, only letting out ambiguous moans and gasps, obediently crawling on the ground and letting Lycla humiliate her.
Savoring the beautiful female dog's obedience, Lycla pulled on the collar's leash and yanked Freya up.
Perhaps the movement was a bit rough, because Freya groaned in pain as she got up and sat on Lycla's lap, her soft buttocks resting on it. The beautiful girl's body wasn't heavy; rather, the feeling of Freya's beautiful buttocks against Lycla's lap sent waves of excitement through her.
Tearing off his black robe, in the empty carriage, Lecla reveled in admiring the fair skin and graceful figure of his beautiful female dog. He occasionally squeezed her full breasts, the pink nipples bobbing seductively in the air. A surge of heat coursed through his
lower body, and Lecla's large hand reached between Freya's long legs. Sensing her master's hand in her private area, Freya slightly parted her legs, making it easier for Lecla to pluck her nectar.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan escaped her nose, seemingly enticing Lecla. The nouveau riche nobleman chuckled at the beautiful female dog's moan, embraced her, kissed her, and then enthusiastically began to tease Freya's pink lips with his fingers, stimulating her clitoris to arouse his female dog's desire.
The carriage was spacious, and Lekla moved back a little, so Freya no longer had to sit on just one of his laps. Now she could directly offer her fragrant body to his embrace, her thighs, clad only in black stockings, rubbing against his lower body, making his breathing heavy.
His fingers skillfully rubbed around Freya's labia and clitoris. Since she was a newly purchased bitch, clitoral rings weren't on yet, which only increased Lekla's flirtatious interest. One hand continued its movements around Shishido, while the other went around Freya's slender waist and directly to one of her large breasts, kneading it.
"I didn't expect you to have such big tits, you bitch."
Actually, Freya's large breasts were obvious even without touching them, but Lekla said this just to add some spice. He was puzzled when he realized Freya was silent. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Freya had been gagged since leaving the slave exchange, so of course she couldn't open her mouth to respond.
Removing the gag, pinching Freya's snowy cheeks, and forcing the beautiful girl-dog to stick out her pink tongue, Lyclar bit down and greedily sucked on the girl's saliva.
"Mmm...uh..."
Forced into a French kiss by her master, Freya dared not resist in the slightest. Her two snow-white hands reached into Lyclar's crotch and began to stroke his penis. At the same time, she pressed her body tightly against Lyclar's chest, spreading her beautiful legs wide to allow Lyclar's fingers that were invading her lower body to enjoy themselves even more.
The saliva in the beautiful girl's mouth was constantly being sucked out by her. Perhaps because her mouth was constantly occupied and her breathing was not smooth, Freya's originally fair cheeks began to blush, making her already beautiful and charming appearance even more cute and alluring.
The beautiful girl's crotch was already making squelching sounds, her honey pot constantly secreting lustful fluids. As expected of a top-tier specimen from the slave market, her training was truly remarkable. So sensitive with just a little stimulation, she'd probably bring him unbearable pleasure in bed in the future. Thinking this, Lekra withdrew the two fingers that had been inserted into Freya's honey pot, now covered in warm fluids.
Releasing the beautiful girl's mouth, Lekra still commanded Freya to keep her mouth open, while he inserted his fluid-covered fingers directly inside.
"How is it? My little bitch, taste your own lustful fluids,"
Freya said. Although the blindfold prevented Lekra from seeing the alluring glint in her beautiful eyes
, he could tell from the greedy sucking and licking of his fingers from her upturned mouth that the submissive nature of the beautiful girl in his arms was profound.
Lekla licked his fingers noisily; Freya had probably already eaten all the precum off them. With a lewd grin, he suddenly grabbed Freya's tender tongue with his fingers and, with a touch of roughness, pulled it out of the beautiful girl's mouth.
Freya tilted her head back slightly, struggling to open her mouth, her tongue being pulled out and aired in the air, then wantonly played with and amusement by Lekla. The innocent, beautiful female dog could only adopt a lewd posture, letting her master pull her tongue.
The carriage began to jolt a little, probably caused by the small hills before entering his territory. While Freya's tongue was being played with by her master, this well-trained beautiful female dog didn't forget what her hands were doing, diligently using her snow-white fingers to stroke the gradually thickening penis.
"Why are your breasts so big?"
Lykra finally released Freya's tongue, and with his rising desire, he began to knead Freya's large breasts roughly. His finger marks gradually covered the soft, white flesh, demonstrating Lykra's control over the beautiful young female dog.
"Of course...it's so that Master...can play with this bitch properly, that's why they're so big..."
"What a pair of filthy big breasts."
"I'm sorry, Freya, you filthy big breasts."
Freya lowered her eyebrows, completely submitting to Lykra's insults in spirit. As a female dog, her master's words were absolutely correct and unassailable to her.
The rapid stroking of his penis by his small hands suddenly gave Lykra the urge to ejaculate. He grabbed Freya's large
breasts and kneaded them, sighing,
"You little slut, I... I might cum..."
"May I ask where your esteemed master will cum on this bitch?"
"Just on... your wanton thighs."
Lykra gave the order, and Freya stretched out her beautiful tongue, which he had just been playing with, and circled it around her cherry lips. After revealing a hopeful expression like that of a nymphomaniac, her small hand that was stroking his penis moved even faster.
The penis felt incredibly pleasurable as it was squeezed by soft fingers, and Lykra's breathing grew heavier. Suddenly, Freya's small hand vigorously stroked it a few times, and the already eager penis throbbed and spurted out a cloud of white semen. Freya, who was already prepared, quickly aimed the spraying penis at one of her beautiful legs clad in black stockings, letting the semen stain her black-stockinged leg a wanton milky white...
After ejaculating,
Freya obediently knelt between Lykra's legs, burying her head between them, gently sucking on Lykra's penis with her small mouth after it had just ejaculated, cleaning herself up.
Lycla, enjoying the moment of peace after ejaculating, was stroking his beautiful female dog with contentment when
a gentle knock came from outside the carriage door .
"Master, we have arrived in Lycla City."
Lycla City is located in the heart of Lycla's territory. As one of the dozens of satellite towns surrounding the Largas city-state, it has approximately three thousand commoners and about 20,000 slaves. Of course, according to the statistics department of the Continental Empire, they are usually counted as both the population and the number of people. The population includes nobles and commoners, while the number of people includes slaves. Ironically, although slaves are counted as human beings in the statistical sense, they are not recognized as human beings under the laws of the Continental Empire. Of course, ordinary working slaves are not allowed to be killed at will, which is also to ensure the productivity of the empire.
He gave a low reply, then grabbed Freya's collar again, gagged her, and dressed her in a black veil. They had entered town, and soon they would reach his manor. He didn't want anyone to see Freya's disheveled state when they got out of the carriage.
Although Lykra City was a typical non-military town, it at least had walls to defend against thieves.
The main residents were his hundreds of servants, a couple hundred small business owners dependent on him, the commoners
they employed, and the slaves they owned. The majority of the population lived in the surrounding countryside. Within a thirty-mile radius was Lykra's territory—all of which he had purchased. The world was not lacking in bankrupt nobles, nor in nouveau riche like Lykra. Therefore, not only in the city-state of Largas, but throughout the entire continental empire, there were countless examples of merchants like Lykra who owned vast territories and obtained titles, becoming nobles.
The carriage passed the church in the town center, a small church with about a dozen people. The church in the continental empire was incredibly powerful, permeating almost every aspect of society and politics. Being a devout believer brought immense advantages in politics and social status. So, despite being a nouveau riche, Lycla had applied to the church to build a church on his territory from the moment he received his title.
The carriage stopped, and Lycla simply stepped inside, taking out 10 gold coins to donate to the church. This was the soul transaction tax he had to pay after completing each transaction, roughly one-fifteenth of the regular price.
The priests tried to close their eyes to avoid looking at the clinking gold coins falling into the donation box, silently reciting prayers, waiting for Lycla to finish paying homage to the chief god Odin so they could count the lovely gold coins.
Back in the carriage, Laker inwardly scoffed at the priests' greed. He knew perfectly well that these priests' devotion to the god Odin was hardly any greater than that of the beautiful female dog beneath him. However, to wash away his family's stigma of nouveau riche nobility, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and become a devout believer in the church. Compared to the showy, treacherous, and shameless members of the Largas Council, the priests, easily bought off with money and beautiful women, were much easier to deal with.
"Master, we're home!"
With Bansai's shout, Laker forgot the greedy looks in the priests' eyes, tugged at the long-haired, straight-haired black female dog beneath him, and said smugly, "My little bitch, we're home..."

Chapter Two.
Lying on Kisley's beautiful back, Laker forcefully ejaculated into her tight little hole.
Kisley's long black hair cascaded down her snow-white shoulders, giving the 34-year-old a truly mature and beautiful air.
"Thank you, young master... for being able to ejaculate inside this lowly slave's body this time."
Lakewell patted Kissly's upturned head with satisfaction, then lay on her beautiful back to rest. As a habit after playing with sex slaves, Lakewell always liked to do this after sex.
Actually, strictly speaking, Kissly wasn't his sex slave, but his father Lakela's. However, as the only son in the family, Lakewell had been exposed to Lakela's luxurious and licentious life since childhood, which made him like a lustful demon from a young age, secretly ravaging countless of Lakela's female slaves.
Having lost his wife early, Lecla seemed to have no good way to discipline his son. Three years ago, after Lecla finally turned 20, he gave up on lecturing him on this subject, instead tacitly allowing Lecla to freely possess his several sex slaves. In return, Lecla stopped having sex with these slaves, so now, the three sex slaves in his household—Kisley, Nierna, and Yu Bailing—openly live in a separate building Lecla built specifically for Lecla in the mansion.
Of course, although Lecla is Lecla's only son, this doesn't mean he has no other offspring. He has a daughter, a 16-year-old beauty named Kissna, born to Kisley.
However, as a child born to a sex slave, Kissna cannot be considered a noblewoman under imperial law. According to the usual custom of nobles, daughters of the principal wife are generally given a title befitting their rank; for example, if Lecla is a baron, his legitimate daughter should be called Baron's Daughter.
While the children of concubines couldn't inherit noble titles under imperial law, their status as illegitimate children meant they would receive a substantial inheritance from their families upon reaching adulthood. If they were descendants of high-ranking nobles, they could simply use this inheritance to buy a title and become nobles themselves. Generally, a noble's offspring could easily become wealthy.
However, the fate of the offspring of nobles and sex slaves was much more difficult. If it was a boy, the family would provide funds for him to attend a vocational or military academy, hoping he would become a skilled craftsman or soldier. After receiving a small stipend, they would be left to fend for himself. Of course, it was common for high-ranking nobles to take them into their households to serve as commoners.
Girls, on the other hand, had to enter ladies' academies to learn basic etiquette. This wasn't something to be happy about; the purpose was simply to cultivate their feminine charm. If they were lucky, their families would arrange marriages for them as concubines to powerful figures. If they were less fortunate, they would marry merchants dependent on their families. What about girls with poor looks and weak families? They could only marry commoners and live a life of hardship. A very few, tragically, were bought by brothels to be used as heirs to some noble family. The tragedy of girls becoming prostitutes under such a guise was not uncommon. In short, this was the cold reality of the empire.
However, the biggest problem these girls face isn't the choices they'll make for their future. Their fathers and brothers, like hungry wolves, are constantly watching them. Their mothers are nothing more than lowly playthings in the family, so naturally, these girls receive no respect. Many such beautiful girls are already being wantonly possessed and manipulated by their brothers, who already hold power in the family, even while still in the girls' academy. After all, their living expenses are usually just a matter of a word from these hungry brothers. Of course, even more tragic is being forced into incest by their own fathers, using them as playthings to replace their mothers. In short, if these girls don't have beauty, their lives will be unhappy, and they can hardly expect to live a good life. But if they do have beauty, they often face even greater misfortune. They might be used as sex slaves by their brothers or fathers, forever imprisoned in the girls' academy, serving as sex slaves for their own sexual gratification.
Kissna was practically on the verge of this predicament. Lakewell had repeatedly told Kissna in bed that once he took control of the family, he wouldn't marry off his lovely sister; he wanted to possess them both forever. Kissna and her two beautiful sisters would simply spend their lives groveling and fawning beneath him. The
beautiful Kissna had resisted before, but under Lakewell's beatings and abuse, and with Lakewell having long since given up on her, the 34-year-old Kissna knew that continuing down this path would lead to nothing. Having come to this realization, she began to sway her still-slender, supple waist and plump, white buttocks in bed, using her still beautiful and alluring face to seduce Lakewell, and using her skillful sexual techniques to constantly please the future head of the family. Kissna, persuaded by her mother, also abandoned her shame and began to submit to her devilish brother in bed. They knew that to survive, they could only rely on their beauty and bodies.
Kissna's days at the Ladies' Academy were much more comfortable due to her obedience to Lakewell. Overall, the family's financial support improved significantly. Of course, only Kissna herself knew the extent to which she, at only 16 years old, had been humiliated in bed by Lakewell in exchange for all this, including the sacrifice of her mother, Kissley.
Recalling the humiliations she and her daughter had endured, Kissley's body twitched slightly, causing her vagina to contract.
"Haha, what's wrong, Kisley? You slut, you still want my cock so badly?"
"Yes...yes...Kisley loves...Young Master's cock the most."
"Heh, you and your little slutty daughter say exactly the same things when you're seducing men in bed. As expected, a slut can only give birth to an even slut."
Recalling how Lakewell had been indulging in lewd pleasure with Kisley day and night when she first came home, neglecting his mother on her sickbed, Lakewell felt a surge of resentment. His cock, which had just ejaculated, pressed against Kisley's vaginal walls a few more times with its last bit of hardness.
"Young...Young Master..."
The afterglow of his release had faded, and his completely limp cock left Lakewell with no strength to move. He slapped Kisley's buttocks a few times in a fit of anger, then could only climb off her back and, with Kisley's careful care, straighten his clothes.
"Young Master, are you inside?"
"What is it?"
"Master is back. I heard there are some things to announce, and he needs you to come over."
"Oh?"
Although he had been kept in the dark, Lakewell already knew that his father had gone to the main city of Largas to buy a beautiful female dog. He wondered what his father wanted to say to him so urgently upon his return.
"Alright,"
Lakewell couldn't guess his father's thoughts. Feeling that it was about time, he pushed aside the beautiful woman, Kisley, who was clinging to him, and opened the door. A rather pretty maid had been waiting for him for a long time.
"You wait here for me to return, and you are not allowed to go anywhere else."
After ordering Kisley, Lakewell gestured for the maid to lead the way out of his residence.
Lykra led Freya to his main residence, a luxurious five-story mansion, the heart of the entire estate. Inside, a dozen maids rushed to serve him, taking his coat, handing him shoes—everything was handled by the servants. Lykra loved this feeling, especially hearing them address him as "Baron." Over time, aside from a few close attendants like Benbanzai, the other servants had figured out Lykra's temperament and stopped calling him "Master" but instead addressed him as "Baron."
"Baron, these are the contracts for the five courtesans we've renewed today. Please take a look."
Back in his bedroom on the second floor, less than three minutes after he and Freya sat down, the butler, Svent, politely handed him several contracts.
As courtesans in the household of nobles, they would often be given away by the nobles to servants they deemed worthy of praise when they grew old and lost their beauty. This led to the problem that courtesans needed to be replenished regularly. In the Lecler household, courtesans were usually assigned to a servant as a wife when they reached the age of 35. In addition, sometimes courtesans would accidentally become pregnant with illegitimate children and need to take a maternity leave. Therefore, the replenishment of courtesans had to be done about every few months.
This time, five more courtesans were added. Taking Svent's contract, Lecla glanced at it; they were all 17-year-old girls, priced between 30-50 gold coins—roughly the price of a strong laborer or even a cow. Ordinary girls wouldn't fetch that price. Svent, following Lecla's instructions, bought quite a few high-quality girls. Lecla believed that to prolong his oppressive rule over his servants, he needed an outlet, and beautiful women were undoubtedly one of the best ways. A decent young woman only cost 30-50 gold coins; compared to the losses incurred by many stingy lords who refused to pay a cent, leading to servants' rebellion and escape, this small sum was insignificant.
"May I ask, Baron, if you may inspect and deflower the girls?"
Generally, virgin courtesans bought were to be deflowered by the head of the household before being used by the servants. Therefore, Svent made this suggestion only after seeing Lecla silently nod in satisfaction after reviewing the contract.
Looking at the beautiful dog beside him, blindfolded and gagged, curled up obediently at his feet, Lekla hesitated, but then thought better of it. If he didn't deflower these courtesans, probably no one would dare use them.
"My little Freya, wait here obediently for me. While I'm back, you must masturbate constantly, but no orgasms allowed, understand?"
Lekla stroked Freya's breast, then stood up and gestured for Sven to lead the way. As Lekla's long-time butler, Sven knew his master's temperament well. He had kept his eyes downcast, but upon realizing Lekla wanted him to lead the way, he quickly bowed and retreated, not glancing once at the female slave his master had brought back. He wasn't like Benzai, a young man; he knew better how to behave.
After walking through a beautifully decorated corridor, Lekla boarded a light carriage. The mansion was large, and the brothels' quarters were quite far from the main building, so this single-horse carriage served as a short-distance mode of transportation within the house.
Not long after, they arrived at the mansion where the brothel was located. As soon as the car stopped, several maids rushed to help Lecla. As maids serving in the brothel, they rarely had the chance to see the master. Taking this opportunity to get close to Lecla, if they were lucky enough to be chosen by him as his female dogs or even sex slaves, their fates might be completely changed. They would go from being rough and hard laborers to pampered playthings. If they could bear children like Kisley, that would be even better; at least the master wouldn't sell them off when they grew old and faded.
However, it was understandable that Lecla wouldn't be interested in the looks of these maids sent to the brothel. Although they were all above average, Lecla, used to dealing with stunning beauties, mostly ignored them.
Upon reaching the innermost room on the second floor, the five newly purchased courtesans were waiting. However, since today was the day they awaited the master's deflowering, the five courtesans could only wear black stockings and crawl on the bed in a humiliating, doggy-like position, ready to await the master's favor at any moment.
"Your Excellency, then I shall take my leave."
Sven bowed respectfully with an expressionless face and left. He knew what he should and shouldn't see, a trait that Lecla admired.
Most of the five girls had fair skin, indicating they had received good treatment before coming here. Sven was indeed capable; he hadn't bought any old, faded, third-rate women from the slave market. Perhaps this was why Sven always strongly recommended that the master personally inspect the goods—a clever way of showing off his achievements.
Lycra leered as he climbed onto the bed, straddling the back of the first beautiful girl. Without any foreplay, his penis plunged inside. A trickle of blood, accompanied by a soft moan, flowed from her vagina, dripping onto the white sheets. After a dozen or so thrusts, Lycra withdrew and climbed onto the back of the second girl, inserting his penis once more. After all, these girls would become prostitutes; Lycra had no need to leave any seed inside them. There was Freya, a female dog a hundred times more beautiful and sexy than these girls, waiting for him.
The second girl's moans lasted only a few dozen seconds before Lycra penetrated the third, then the fourth. In just five minutes, he had taken the virginity of all four girls. For these women, this might not be considered a first time, but within the empire, this phenomenon was extremely common, occurring almost monthly within the homes of various nobles.
Lekla thrust his penis forcefully into the fifth beautiful girl's honey hole. Because the head of the family usually deflowered her in order, the clever butler would often put the prettiest one last for the head of the family.
"Ah..."
The beautiful girl moaned sweetly and seductively, her snow-white breasts swaying in mid-air. Enduring the excruciating pain, the beautiful girl, whose honey hole was already bleeding slightly, tightened her buttocks, trying her best to squeeze the penis that was already inserted into her cavity.
Caught off guard by the sudden tight grip, Lekla sprawled onto the beautiful girl's back, his hands reaching for her large breasts.
"Such big tits, you little slut, you're quite the gripper."
"Thank you... for the compliment, Master."
"Turn around, let me see your face."
He squeezed her firm breast hard, and the beautiful girl turned to face Lekla, who was clinging to her back. Her delicate oval face was framed by two captivating almond-shaped eyes. What an adorable girl.
"You're quite pretty."
Lekla thrust hard into her vaginal muscles, his heart stirring. He was reluctant to pull his penis out of her warm, tight opening, greedily grasping her breasts. Lekla commanded,
"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue."
The beautiful girl's pink tongue had barely peeked out of her mouth when Lekla roughly bit it and began sucking on it. The room was filled with the girl's slightly embarrassed nasal sounds and the smacking of her lips as they kissed.
The other girls remained in the doggy-style position, waiting enviously for Lekla and the beautiful girl to finish their intercourse. Until then, they could only remain in this position, unable to turn their heads or move freely.
Crystal-clear saliva was pulled and swished from the beautiful girl's mouth beneath Lekla, her originally snow-white cheeks now flushed with a shy blush. Even during their wet kiss, the beautiful girl beneath Lekla never stopped swaying her hips and gripping his penis.
"Little slut, what's your name?"
"My name is Shini'er."
"From now on, you'll be my dog, no longer a household prostitute."
"Thank... ah... thank you, Master..."
Becoming the master's exclusive female dog meant she had escaped the lowest rung of society, no longer a prostitute to be played with at will by the male servants. Shini'er was now the master's exclusive woman; if she had the chance to give birth to a male heir, it wasn't impossible for her to be taken as a concubine by the master.
Several beautiful girls secretly envied Sineel's good fortune and their own misfortune. Sineel, in turn, shook her beautiful buttocks even more vigorously to meet Lekker's thrusts and release his lust. Lekker's hands were deeply embedded in the flesh of Sineel's full breasts, leaving his finger marks all over the two originally beautiful white orbs.
Inside the tight cavity, the moist and warm vaginal flesh pressed against his penis from all sides. Lekker began to pant heavily. After all, he was a man in his fifties, and he could no longer endure the seductive techniques of this young and beautiful sex slave in bed. After a hundred or so thrusts, Lekker could only let out a low growl and ejaculate directly into Sineel's uterus...
Lakewell followed the maid into the main building where his father lived, only to find that his father was not there.
"Svent, where is Father?"
"Reporting to the young master, the Baron is inspecting a batch of newly purchased courtesans. He won't be back for a while."
With a snort, Lakewell ignored Svent. He figured his lecherous father was off deflowering virgins again. With nothing else to do, he decided to wander around and wait. Although they were father and son, their relationship had grown increasingly distant over the years, especially after Lakela allocated half of the territory's annual tax as Lakewell's pension. Now financially independent, Lakewell became even more unrestrained in his womanizing. He not only frequented pleasure quarters with Lakela's concubines, such as Kissley, but also, because Lakela entrusted Kissna's pension to Lakewell, he was able to control his pure and beautiful sister as well.
After Lakewell's annuity became substantial, not only Kissly, but also Nilna and Yu Bailing devoted themselves to following him. Lakewell didn't object, since he didn't have the energy to possess all these beautiful sex slaves in the coming years. Not only him, but the servants could also see that the family would eventually be inherited by the young master Lakewell, so they tried their best to curry favor with him, especially the current sex slaves. Since the master didn't object, if they didn't use their bodies to compete for favor, their positions would be in danger once the young master inherited the family business and bought more women younger and prettier than themselves. No one wanted to be kicked out by the master when they were old and faded. Sven didn't
follow Lakewell, firstly because he still had a lot of chores to handle at home, and secondly because he knew that the young master didn't like him very much, and he didn't need to follow him and make himself disliked.
Lakewell, feeling utterly bored, went up to the second floor of the main building, his childhood home. Although he now lived in his own house, returning here still brought back memories of his beautiful and dignified mother and himself as a young boy playing here. Sadly, his mother had passed away from illness years ago. During her illness, his father, who had indulged in the pleasures of women, continued his debauchery the day after her burial, showing no grief whatsoever. This left Lakewell with a lingering resentment towards his father, and it was from that time that Lakewell gradually became violent and eccentric, possessing an instinctive destructive urge towards everything.
The inner room on the second floor was his parents' former master bedroom, and a small room next to it was his childhood living quarters. Lakewell knew that his room had long been emptied. He hadn't been here for many days; he wondered what his mother's room looked like now.
With a creak, he pushed open the door and slowly walked in. The carpet was still his mother's favorite sky blue, which made Lakewell feel somewhat better, assuring him that his mother hadn't been completely forgotten by his father.
Passing the gilded table adorned with gold, Lakewell remembered that at the far end should have been his mother's prized piano. Lakewell had originally intended to build a music room specifically for his mother, but she insisted on having a piano in her bedroom. The newlywed Lakewell, unable to resist his young and beautiful wife, had no choice but to comply. Of course, this was all the story his mother had told him later, when she fell out of favor, as if telling him a tale.
Lakewell's eyes searched for the piano, but he was somewhat disappointed. He remembered seeing it when he came here a few months ago; his father had ultimately moved it out. Before
his disappointment could fully dissipate, Lakewell suddenly noticed something unusual: a soft leather sofa had been added where the piano had once been, and curled up at the legs of the sofa was a human-shaped figure wrapped in a long black robe.
The semi-transparent black robe accentuated alluring curves; it was clearly a woman. With a touch of curiosity, Lakewell took a step closer, turned the body wrapped in the black robe over, revealing a fair and delicate face half-hidden by an eye mask.
"So it's a beautiful girl.
" "Mmm..."
Freya was suddenly turned over by a large hand, her small mouth, still holding a gag, letting out a soft, indistinct moan.
This sound only excited Lakewell more. A large hand reached down, touching her full, firm breasts.
"Hmm..."
Another ambiguous moan escaped Lakewell's lips. He couldn't contain himself any longer and ripped off her black veil robe. He wanted to explore all the secrets of this beautiful girl's body.
A black corset cinched her slender waist, two pendants hanging down to hold the garter belts on her beautiful legs. A small area was deliberately left in the middle of the corset, revealing her cute, pinkish-white navel. Her large breasts trembled slightly in the air as the black veil robe was removed, and the two pink nipples on them stood erect, seemingly tempting him.
With a yank of the gag, Lakewell asked directly,
"What's your name?"
Freya was a little flustered at being suddenly stripped of her clothes and gag, but as a female dog, she had to answer when asked about her master, which was also a way to avoid being mistaken for a runaway slave.
"The female dog's name is Freya, and her owner is Baron Lecler."
Lakewell felt a surge of resentment and jealousy. He couldn't believe his father had bought such a beautiful female dog for his amusement. What was his mother anyway? After all these years since her death, didn't his father feel even a shred of longing for her?
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Lakewell removed Freya's blindfold. He wanted to get a good look at this beautiful girl and female dog.
Since leaving the slave market, Freya's blindfold had never been removed. Her eyes, accustomed to darkness, suddenly regained their light, forcing Freya to squint her captivating eyes for a while, afraid to open them fully.
Lakewell, on the other hand, stared at the beautiful girl before him in astonishment, a thousand indescribable feelings welling up inside him. Freya's mesmerizing almond eyes, long, black hair, delicate nose, fair and rosy cheeks, petite chin, and her perpetually smiling, upturned lips—damn it, why did she look so much like his mother?
"You..."
Freya slowly opened her eyes after a long while. The first thing she saw was a handsome young man staring intently at her.
After a few seconds, realizing that this wasn't her master, Lykra, Freya's large eyes flashed with terror. She didn't know how to handle the situation. According to imperial law, if a female dog's private parts were seen by someone else without her master's permission, the maximum penalty could be the death penalty.
"You...do you know a woman named Aiji?"
The young man suddenly asked Freya a strange question. Who was Aiji? She had never heard of her.
"No...I don't know her..."
Yes...how could she know her own mother? Lakewell inwardly scoffed at himself, feeling utterly foolish. His mother would be 40 if she were alive now, while the girl before him looked only seventeen or eighteen. How could she possibly know his mother? His mother, Aiji, was a baronet's daughter from the East, whom his father had married after his sudden business success and the acquisition of the baronet title at a young age. How could such a noble mother possibly have any connection with a lowly bitch like Freya?
However, the sight of the beautiful girl's white breasts swaying in the air still stirred something within Lakewell. This beautiful girl, this "beautiful dog," knew exactly how to seduce men. Even though her captivating eyes held a look of terror, her body still involuntarily adopted a seductive posture, as if beckoning Lakewell,
"Come and fuck me, come and fuck me..."
Inside the room, Lakewell's breathing had become so heavy that even Freya could hear it...

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