Ch.454Maria Family’s Slave

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She looked incredibly pure, not like someone carrying a heavy burden on her shoulders. Not like a lustfully corrupted female, but like an extremely innocent woman.

The Mother Tsarina’s appearance was like a beautiful painting, even when simply observed.

Maria wanted to use her daughter to obsess over the Mother Tsarina from close proximity.

Whether such twisted love could be forgiven was uncertain.

But for now, she could enjoy it a little.

Actually, she had refrained from kissing as it seemed to cross a line too far, but this much should be fine.

Maria placed a light kiss on the Mother Tsarina’s lips.

By the time she came to her senses, morning had already dawned.

And before her eyes was Maria, still giving her a cold gaze.

In this situation, she wondered what to call Maria—though the answer was obvious.

“Um, Maria? Master?”

When she politely called her “Master,” didn’t Maria’s gaze grow even colder?

“Even so, calling me ‘Master’ in everyday life seems a bit shocking.”

“Is that so?”

“If you wish, I could treat you more like a dog in bed from now on. If you want to be humiliated like that again. How about wearing this outfit? With this around your neck.”

What Maria handed over was a maid uniform and a choker.

Was she telling her to become a maid serving her from now on?

This was the moment when a woman in the Tsar’s position instantly fell into the abyss.

“So?”

“In exchange, from the moment you wear that, Mother Tsarina, you become my slave.”

From now on, she would treat her completely as a slave. She would consider her as her own whore.

Now her face truly showed cold sincerity.

“Is that so?”

“Even a lewd woman like you still needs to fulfill the role of Tsar during the day, right? Mother Tsarina, you want this kind of relationship, don’t you?”

“That’s true.”

Now she answered so naturally and refreshingly.

By establishing the hierarchy herself and reversing their master-servant relationship, she found herself getting wet down there again.

What kind of body was this? Getting this wet.

“Honestly, it’s really disappointing, but since even a woman like you is the Tsar. Well, this relationship happened because you fell into depravity without even a bit of self-restraint. You know how it is—once someone sees you as pathetic, there’s no going back, right? If you, who would be better suited to seducing men outside the palace and offering your body, want to play the role of Tsar, you know you’ll have to obey me from now on, right?”

That was what Maria was saying.

From now on, she would reverse their master-servant relationship at night. You are beneath me. So it would be better for you to obey.

At this point, Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder.

‘Is Maria speaking sincerely? Or is she just trying to excite me again?’

Whether Maria truly no longer saw her as the Tsar but literally as a whore.

And how that might be even more arousing.

“A-are you serious?”

Very carefully, very quietly. But without any hesitation, she demanded the truth.

“Who knows? Which is the truth? Actually, since you’re a pervert who gets off either way, does it matter?”

That was exactly right. Anastasia didn’t care either way.

Even if she became Maria’s maid. Even if at night she was abandoned while Maria slept comfortably in bed like the Tsar instead, she couldn’t say anything.

If pressed, Anastasia was just wearing Anastasia’s skin, but anyway.

After that, their relationship became one that was normal master-servant during the day but changed at night.

Almost forcibly, whenever Maria wanted it to be that way.

Maria sometimes had thoughts too.

‘If I were immortal, I could consume Mother Tsarina more.’

Like that. After quite some time had passed, Maria II entered the picture, and around the time that strange god made them immortal. Maria, who finally maintained her youth, said to her daughter:

“Did the real Mother Tsarina really have such tastes? Is that why she never had a lover?”

“It can’t be helped. She’s originally in the highest position.”

“I suppose it’s also because she was a man in her previous life.”

That’s right. There were inevitable aspects due to having been a man in her previous life.

That much had to be taken into account, so Maria clearly imprinted on her daughter:

“They say a woman’s climax lasts longer than a man’s. Imagine experiencing female pleasure with a male mind.”

This is something only Mother Tsarina has experienced, so one can’t really call the real Tsar a lewd woman. Isn’t this the most special case of a man becoming a woman?

“In that case, we should satisfy Mother Tsarina.”

That’s right. They needed to satisfy Mother Tsarina.

“Yes. Mother Tsarina should belong to us, not anyone else.”

Using various excuses, they decided to make Mother Tsarina their own.

By this time, Anastasia had become someone who enjoyed ordinary masturbation.

When aroused, she became an ordinary woman who satisfied herself by poking her own hole.

Of course, her sexual desire was stronger than what could be called ordinary.

Thanks to Maria, her developed body had both holes filled every day without fail.

Anastasia was convinced that if she were an ordinary woman, she would surely have called for men every day.

She might have eagerly devoured men with the moderate excuse that ‘this is just a reward that God bestows upon you.’

But that was too forced, so she just masturbated even while working, fantasizing during meetings with State Duma representatives by attaching a dildo to her chair and subtly wiggling her hips on top of it, feeling the pleasure of scratching her vaginal walls.

‘Ah, this is really the best.’

Every day felt new. Where and how would she do it today? That excitement was too good.

Recently, she had enjoyed a dildo even while walking Belka.

Well, the animal just sniffed around, and what would a beast know anyway, but still, she was trying new plays every day.

Among ordinary women, would there be anyone who masturbated daily like this?

Even if she asked herself this question, it didn’t matter.

As long as she wasn’t caught, what was the problem? Honestly, could she really believe that no one else masturbated daily besides her?

Of course, Anastasia knew some things.

As Maria knew, some maids might know.

Even if they hadn’t caught her in the act, being women themselves, wouldn’t they recognize the scent of a female, the atmosphere after masturbation?

A female in heat gives off a certain scent, emanating that smell.

They probably had suspicions, but they wouldn’t be completely unaware.

“Ah, I want to masturbate naked in front of the Cossack Guards.”

Sometimes while poking her hole, she would make truly outrageous statements.

Honestly speaking, if that old man had given her the ability to reset memories, Anastasia would have proudly ridden the erect, magnificent cocks of the Cossacks, swinging her hips while holding their cocks with both hands, enjoying being splattered with semen or tasting it directly with her mouth.

“Your Majesty, it’s troublesome when you speak so loudly.”

Maria, who appeared then, gently stroked Anastasia’s head.

When Maria stroked her head, Anastasia let out a light moan.

“Hmm. I’m just fantasizing.”

In truth, she would really like that. Sometimes she thought about it.

“Shall we switch roles during the day too? Want to get fucked in front of people? I’m young now, so I can torment you even more than before.”

Twitch, twitch. Just from those words, her vagina tightened around the new dildo she was trying.

Anastasia was certain that if she could see a cross-section of her vagina, it would undoubtedly be shaped like a cock. Perhaps this was more lustful than the original Anastasia.

‘I submitted to my master because the original Anastasia’s body was lewd.’

By now, Anastasia internally regarded Maria as her master.

Even though she still didn’t know if Maria’s words were sincere or not, in Anastasia’s mind, Maria was already her queen, her master.

“Master, that’s not possible.”

“You’ve been exposing yourself as a masturbation-loving whore since daylight, haven’t you? I even put a dog collar around your neck.”

That’s right, Anastasia had a choker around her neck, proving she belonged to Maria.

In fact, Anastasia had dangerous thoughts about getting a tattoo of Maria’s name, but she wondered if that might be crossing the line too much.

“I really want to tattoo your ass to prove you’re mine. Or maybe on your chest. Or maybe that erotic tattoo you saw in the future, the one on the uterus? How about putting it there?”

Piercings and erotic tattoos. That would be very exciting.

An emperor with tattoos. An emperor with lewd tattoos drawing people’s attention.

She had no intention of exposing herself, but what if her stomach was accidentally exposed?

-Oh my, how obscene. What is that?

-I don’t know what it is, but it seems kind of… Is Mother Tsarina a whore?

-Mom, what is that?

-Shh, don’t look at such things.

What would it be like to walk around with an erotic tattoo in front of the entire nation, and what if she got caught?

What would it feel like to wear a micro bikini that barely covered the essential parts and openly display an erotic tattoo?

What if the bikini accidentally came off and the piercings were exposed too?

Just imagining it was incredibly arousing.

“That’s a bit…”

“Are you in any position to worry about that? When your master wants to do as she pleases. Will you get it? Or not? Do I look like I’m joking?”

Maria spoke to Anastasia with serious eyes.

She pulled her hair slightly and acted forcefully.

Just as Anastasia liked, treating the Tsar however she wanted, deciding to tattoo the Tsar’s body at her whim.

“I-I’ll do it.”

Anastasia looked at Maria with a woman’s eyes, with the eyes of a female submitting to her master, and nodded slightly.

At first glance, she really looked like a woman in love, but if this belonged strictly to adult content, the story was different.

“You never had a choice to begin with. If you refuse, I’ll treat you accordingly and throw you out naked.”

“Then, when? Don’t we need to call someone, Master?”

She spoke while deeply immersed in the mood, but Maria gave a small laugh.

“I’m joking. But if you say such things one more time, know that I’ll tattoo you and make you an official slave.”

Honestly, that made her a little expectant.

If she spoke a bit more recklessly, would her master become angry and pierce her nipples and tattoo her?

Just fantasizing about that was exquisite.

It was like her brain would become stupid and die.

“Haa. Haa.”

“Look at this. Already wet. You’re always walking around with a wet pussy. Well, at this rate, I should plug your vagina with a dildo.”

She naturally inserted the dildo that had been temporarily removed for cleaning back into her pussy.

Recently, she often wore skirts to make masturbation easier, so Maria just pulled aside Anastasia’s panties and pushed the dildo in.

With a squelching sound, it naturally slid in.

“Ahh. Hnngh. Mmm.”

But today, that was as far as it went.

After all, doing this in broad daylight risked being discovered by others, and above all, the Duma could summon her at any time, so she couldn’t just enjoy herself quietly.

“Well, let’s end it here for now. It’s still daytime, right? It’s not yet time to reveal your true nature.”

“Yes, Master.”

She remained completely immersed in the mood until the end.

Maria clearly felt that Mother Tsarina had become someone who couldn’t do without her.

‘Should I really treat her like a slave from now on?’

Honestly, the hierarchy was completely established now.

Mother Tsarina truly wanted such treatment, but given her position as Tsar, she couldn’t be thrown to the citizens, could she?

Therefore, this was something only Maria could resolve.

After tormenting Mother Tsarina’s pussy again today, Maria joined her daughter.

Her daughter didn’t yet have that kind of relationship with Mother Tsarina, but it wouldn’t be long now.

“Mother Tsarina is bolder than I expected.”

“It can’t be helped. Managing such a mother is also a child’s duty, isn’t it?”

So, Mother Tsarina would sincerely become a slave to the Maria family at night, as she wished.

From that perspective, getting a tattoo made sense, but they couldn’t risk it just in case.

“Are you really going to give her tattoos and piercings?”

“Mother Tsarina already regards me as her master, but still, she has the body of a saint, so we should think about it.”

One might wonder how many people would see Mother Tsarina’s body, but it was risky since she had previously appeared in swimsuit advertisements.

However, if Mother Tsarina truly wanted it, they would have to do it.

As Mother Tsarina wished, Maria created an adult toy store.

And in reality, that adult toy store was extremely useful.

It was a huge hit, extremely popular among many women, and recently they had even gathered models to create male masturbators.

She had also opened a tattoo shop in preparation for ‘such times.’

Maria had even learned tattooing herself.

Above all, Maria clearly remembered what Mother Tsarina had said:

‘In the future, such adult content will emerge.’

Creating a pattern of a uterus shape and tattooing it on the skin.

She had previously made several for Mother Tsarina, and the response had been excellent.

Honestly, she was considering it to some extent.

If tattoos weren’t possible, then perhaps piercings.

Maria II closed her eyes and thought about it.