Ch.450The Reversal of Master-Servant Relationship (2)

“Why are you getting so wet from just being spanked if you’re not a whore? Why don’t you stop pretending to be Mother Tsarina and just admit it?”

Slap!

Maria continued to strike Anastasia’s bottom.

It was just being spanked and verbally abused, yet her entire body kept heating up.

What had become of this body? She tried to question herself, but even that was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

Anastasia could only writhe and squirm with her thoroughly aroused body.

“Ah… no…”

“Well then, I’ll just leave. Let’s stop here.”

What? Just like this? When she was just starting to enjoy it?

Maria turned her back coldly, as if she was seriously going to stop.

Was she really going to leave like this?

“Ah… no, don’t go. If we’re enjoying it, then…”

It was just a form of play, after all.

They could enjoy it a little more, couldn’t they? Perhaps Maria didn’t understand the Tsar’s feelings.

The Tsar’s feelings? Come to think of it, was that even important?

She was nothing more than a lewd woman who wanted to enjoy this situation.

“When you look at yourself, aren’t you more of a whore than a Tsar? You’re just a perfect whore who cares about how others see you, Your Majesty.”

Thump thump thump

Normally she should be angry, but she wasn’t.

Anastasia couldn’t deny it. She was indeed whore-like.

In her mind, she had already fantasized countless times about being violated by people from various classes, even by Bolsheviks, calling them master.

To be honest, if it actually happened to her now, she might truly lower herself and serve the Bolsheviks for her entire life.

If this wasn’t being a whore, then what was it? Could she truly call herself a Tsar?

Perhaps the reason she was acting as Tsar was to hide this lewd side of herself.

In fact, this might be her true self.

Perhaps everything she had done until now—being loved by everyone—was just groundwork to satisfy these obscene acts and sexual desires.

Maybe the future didn’t matter anymore.

She was just enjoying herself while using “changing the world” as an excuse.

She was certain that if someone appeared right now and thrust their manhood into her, she would immediately submit and might even offer up the country for that man.

So who was the one she should submit to here? Maria.

With her mind and body turned completely female by pleasure, Anastasia began to beg before Maria.

“I’m not a Tsar but a whore!”

She had finally made a declaration that a Tsar should never make.

The meaning of overcoming those difficult trials from Yekaterinburg to here had been lost.

“My, you’ve admitted it.”

Maria clapped her hands as if to say “well done.” The scene was like taming a slave, and Anastasia unconsciously climaxed again.

Surprised by her own declaration of submission and realizing she had completely fallen into the abyss, Anastasia bowed her head even lower.

“Everything I do as Tsar is just to feel the thrill of depravity, just for my own pleasure. I don’t actually care about my subjects at all!”

Ah, she had finally said it.

Words that should never be spoken. Words that might make Maria truly despise her.

“The Russian people would be so sad to hear that. Or perhaps they’d be so angry they’d attack you. Half the country is men, after all—you’d be attacked by all of them.”

She imagined that future of being attacked by countless men.

Ah, how beautiful that would be. What would it be like to be passed around by all the men in the country?

What would it feel like to be taken by countless men, one after another?

If she were still a man, she might think, “Isn’t that gay?” But surprisingly, Anastasia didn’t care about such things anymore.

Rather, she could only fantasize about being subjected to such acts.

“Ha… haa… haaah♥”

Oh no, she was reaching climax again just from her fantasies.

It was like walking along and occasionally coming across a hill.

Walking down the path of fantasy when suddenly the hill of climax appears.

It was irregular, but a woman’s climax lasted longer, which is why this happened.

“You’re feeling pleasure even now? To think this is a Tsar. I’ve truly wasted my life. I wanted to serve you so much, but I feel like my life has been wasted.”

She was saying her life had been wasted, that she felt betrayed.

This shouldn’t be happening, but Anastasia actually wanted her to feel that way.

Because then she would treat her more harshly. Because then she would torment her even more.

“I’m… I’m sorry. Ah♥”

She had betrayed Maria. She had proven to Maria that she was a lewd woman.

Considering that Maria was the one who initiated this in the first place, perhaps Maria had wanted Anastasia to corrupt herself like this, and perhaps Maria was using this opportunity to tame Anastasia.

But Anastasia didn’t resist.

Why? Because it didn’t matter even if that was true.

If she could seriously submit to Maria, she could do anything Maria ordered.

“Is saying sorry enough? You’re such a whore. If you’re sorry, shouldn’t you apologize properly?”

Slap! Slap!

She continued to strike her bottom.

This sensation, this feeling. She could never forget it.

Do you know the feeling of falling from Tsar to sex slave, to whore in an instant? It was incredibly exciting.

Before she knew it, Anastasia had thrown off all her clothes.

She removed her bra and underwear, leaving only the tail and cat ears, and performed a dogeza before Maria.

Anastasia was imitating images she had seen of naked women performing dogeza.

“Hek. Hek♥ I’m sorry for pretending to be a Tsar when I’m just a whore! I’m not a Tsar but just a female slut. I am Maria’s slave!”

The sight of the Tsar declaring herself a whore and performing dogeza before Maria gave Maria herself an incredible sense of depravity.

To think that the Tsar would make such a declaration of submission in this state.

Maria also felt her clitoris tighten.

And for a moment, at this time, the woman before her truly looked not like a Tsar but a whore.

Just a ridiculous, lewd woman. A lowlife.

“I didn’t expect this much, but how lewd are you really? And who told you to undress, you bitch!”

From somewhere, Maria produced a large dildo.

It was similar to the one that had been inside Anastasia’s womanhood just a little while ago.

Now Maria took that dildo and moved behind Anastasia.

What was the reason for taking it out? As she was thinking about this for a moment—

Thrust!

It penetrated Anastasia’s womanhood in one go.

“Haang… haang… hng… huh… hngh?♥”

Squelch squelch squelch

The quite heavy object was apparently quite long, as Maria moved it back and forth, tormenting Anastasia roughly.

Unfortunately, Anastasia didn’t move at all and was properly tasting the dildo that was stirring her female hole with her vagina.

With this harsh treatment, her true nature realized that she was a whore.

“A slut like you should have every hole filled with cock and it still wouldn’t be enough. Dogeza is dogeza, but your pussy needs to be constantly filled with a dildo, right?”

No, this was gaslighting. Maria was turning Anastasia into a whore.

Maria had decided to enjoy this moment too.

Frankly speaking, wasn’t it too luxurious to treat a female who had declared submission as a Tsar?

It was best to handle such a woman roughly.

“Haa. Haa. Master, please grant me mercy.”

“Mercy? Alright. I’ll give you a chance to serve. Lick my pussy.”

Maria had already removed her underwear and revealed her reddened womanhood.

Her pussy, dripping with nectar and twitching, was the very embodiment of arousal.

Even though they both had the same parts, Anastasia desperately realized something.

That pussy was above her own.

The Romanov bloodline meant nothing. Noble bloodline? Seed of kings and queens? Such things were meaningless.

People are ranked by their true nature.

And Anastasia’s nature was so vulgar that she was no different from a base bitch who thought of everything in terms of her pussy.

But Maria before her seemed to be coldly and rationally judging the situation, enjoying ruling as a queen rather than being dragged along by pleasure.

Anastasia’s pussy, her true nature, judged Maria as her master, and she wanted to serve the queen’s pussy before her.

But no matter what, Maria wouldn’t say such things.

With this thought, Anastasia slightly raised her head and said:

“Your pussy?”

“Why, don’t you like it? A whore like you should accept all demands, right? So, female Tsar? How about licking my pussy as a sign of submission?”

Maria had adopted a vile tone and smiled lewdly. She exuded an atmosphere that said she would no longer treat Anastasia as a Tsar.

Anastasia felt a slight loneliness at Maria’s demeanor, but conversely, she also thought that if this was her true feelings, she wished Maria would treat her like a whore every day.

In the end, Anastasia licked Maria’s bright red pussy as if making an oath of submission.

“Haa. That’s it. This suits a whore like you.”

For this moment, Maria became sincere and showed her filial piety to Mother Tsar to her heart’s content.

Grabbing Mother Tsar’s head and moving it vigorously, making her lick her pussy diligently—what fiery filial piety this was!

Anastasia too, for this moment, was uninhibited.

She had only known her own pussy smell by smelling her fingers after touching herself.

Now she was properly smelling another woman’s pussy for the first time.

The smell was truly subtle. It wasn’t exactly a good smell, but it was an attractive smell.

She had never done this herself, but when Anastasia was a man, a friend had told her something.

That a woman’s pussy smell is truly the worst if not properly maintained.

If not washed properly or not maintained, it’s a fishy smell somewhere—a smell like a mixture of foul cheese and the sea.

It can’t be expressed in words, but if the smell is strong, you might collapse as soon as you smell it.

But Maria’s pussy smell was a bit different.

It certainly wasn’t a good smell. There was a slightly sour smell, but it was strangely attractive.

The scent of a female who dominates other females, the scent of a queen, wafted over.

A submissive female must diligently suck this pussy to prove her worth.

Slurp slurp slurp

She licked Maria’s important parts diligently, like a thirsty deer searching for a well.

Maria’s important part. The clitoris. Maria had exposed her clitoris by peeling back the hood, giving Anastasia a coercive look as if telling her to lick it.

Anastasia submitted to Maria and persistently licked her clitoris.

Anastasia’s womb tingled at Maria’s contemptuous, coercive, and complexly nuanced dominant gaze.

“Ah, I’m about to come. Drink it properly. A whore should do at least that much, right?”

If she’s a whore, yes. She should do at least that much.

Anastasia, as a whore disguised as a Tsar, must suck the pussy of Queen Maria.

“Mmph. Mmmmph?”

Anastasia momentarily lost her breath at Maria’s touch.

Maria had pressed her face into her pussy.

Soon, Maria’s stream flowed into Anastasia’s mouth.

Female ejaculation. Squirting. Or maybe it was urine, she didn’t know, but the queen’s bodily fluid poured into Anastasia’s mouth.

The taste was indeed indescribable, but Anastasia’s body reached climax just from this act.

She was so aroused, so excited that even though it had no taste, just having it in her mouth was insanely good.

Maria had trained Anastasia into a body that could climax just from fantasies.

More precisely, she had merely awakened her true nature, but now Anastasia only tasted climax from fantasies and a little stimulation.

Pitifully, the Tsar of the United States of Greater Russia was such a whore.

Anastasia looked happier now, sucking Maria’s pussy, than when she had achieved something as Tsar.

For now, Maria too sincerely regarded Mother Tsar as a whore.

Unlike her worthless husband, it was more fun to torment the Tsar by treating her like a whore, putting her beneath her.

Usually, she served the Tsar in a dry manner, restraining her emotions as much as possible, but for now it didn’t matter.

After all, Mother Tsar had fallen into this situation herself.

If that was the case, she could enjoy it more. No, when they were alone, it might be fun to adjust their real relationship.

Honestly, Maria hadn’t known that Mother Tsar was such a pervert.

So Maria grabbed Anastasia’s hair.