Ch.455Maria Family’s Slave (2)

# Maria II had been educated by her mother, the original Maria, essentially as her own alter ego, and under her mother’s influence, she developed a distorted love for the Tsar.

Of course, she was somewhat better at controlling her emotions than her mother, but naturally, she recalled how her mother Tsar had tattooed her naked body.

“How do I look, Master?”

“Hehehe, it turned out quite arousing. Should I sell you to a brothel?”

“P-please, anything but that.”

“Then masturbate in front of me with this dildo.”

The image of her with tattoos of her sex and the words “Maria’s slave,” spreading her legs with an incredibly seductive smile, pleasuring herself in a disheveled state.

She lets her use the recently developed enormous dildo to pleasure herself freely.

Though tattoos had been mentioned many times before, Maria II’s determination was firm.

‘I want to see Mother Tsar’s tattoos!’

Though the nighttime hierarchy was now firmly established, the Maria family wanted to completely color Mother Tsar in their own shade.

Mother Tsar had enjoyed herself thanks to the Maria family until now, so shouldn’t she do this much for them?

Mother Tsar believed she should do this for her children.

Of course, the Marias had also enjoyed what Mother Tsar enjoyed, so it was a mutually beneficial arrangement, but still, Mother Tsar thought she should do this much.

Wasn’t Mother Tsar secretly hoping for it anyway?

Perhaps she just couldn’t cross that line herself and was waiting for someone to push her from behind.

“Honestly, I think it would be better to get the tattoos.”

“Really?”

Maria hadn’t expected her daughter to speak so boldly.

She had always been a child who conserved her emotions, but to think she would have something she wanted for herself.

Well, then, shouldn’t she help make that happen?

“That way, Mother Tsar becomes ours, right? And above all, to put it in Mother Tsar’s own words, it’s ‘arousing.'”

Painting Mother Tsar’s body as we please.

It’s something others wouldn’t dare even imagine.

Just imagining it made her body twitch with pleasure.

Already her sex was getting wet on its own.

Just as Anastasia got wet from her fantasies, the Maria family’s bodies also responded with arousal whenever they saw Mother Tsar.

That night, Maria was with her daughter Maria.

“Well then, Mother Tsar. Shall we begin today?”

From today, Maria II officially joined in.

The reason was simple. It had been discussed before, and since the Tsar herself had already acknowledged being the Maria clan’s exclusive bitch whore, this was a very natural development.

Of course, imagining a threesome was exciting, but was this really okay?

Anastasia was already excited at the thought of being used however they pleased, but Maria II was like a daughter to her. Was this right?

Rather, that added to the sense of taboo.

“Don’t tell me a mother and daughter are planning to do something to me together?”

Being pounced on by a mother-daughter pair like this—just imagining it was making her sex dripping wet.

“Isn’t that obvious? We need to devour you. Mother Tsar.”

Even when openly declaring they would devour Mother Tsar, she couldn’t object.

After all, Mother Tsar was the world’s greatest bitch, a being lower than anyone else.

And such a female Tsar was the Maria family’s exclusive bitch.

This being Maria II’s first time, she was excited to see Mother Tsar submit in person.

Thump thump thump

To think that Mother Tsar, who had always ruled the country with such composure, was submitting to her as a bitch.

The queenly attributes that had been dormant in Maria, following her mother Maria, awakened.

“A threesome? Shouldn’t we stop this?”

“Before that, I have a demand for Mother Tsar.”

It was time to bring up the tattoo discussion.

By having her get tattoos, they would make it difficult for her to easily expose her body anywhere else.

Thus, coloring her exclusively in their shade.

“What is it?”

“Mother Tsar is our female and our exclusive whore, isn’t she?”

“So? Don’t tell me Maria II is going to do this too?”

Isn’t that obvious? If she’s the Maria family’s exclusive bitch, of course she should.

“Of course. If she’s our exclusive whore, shouldn’t she obey her masters’ orders? Commands, that is.”

“What commands?”

Of course she would listen to her masters’ orders.

But judging by the current atmosphere, this wasn’t an ordinary command. What could it be?

“About those tattoos I saw in Mother Tsar’s records—I’d like to have them done.”

By tattoos, she meant sex tattoos. Could she seriously want to get sex tattoos?

Anastasia was appalled. She had indeed written about tattoos along with adult toys back then, but she wasn’t an artist, so it didn’t even look like a proper drawing.

Were they planning to recreate that?

“Surely not, really?”

“First, I want to inscribe our names on the back of your buttocks, and I’d like to tattoo your lower abdomen as well.”

Anastasia was dumbfounded.

No matter what, sex tattoos seemed to cross a line. Though she had imagined it several times, actually doing it was different.

So, here she should refuse the master’s order, even if it was a command.

After all, if discovered, it would be extremely dangerous. Dangerous for her as a leader.

But still, she was wavering.

Walking around with that?

Already, wearing a dildo and anal plug had become part of her daily routine.

Even during the recent succession crisis, when she was calming citizens who seemed ready to storm the Duma shouting for its dissolution, she had been wearing a dildo and anal plug.

There was pleasure in restraining the citizens in that state.

But this time was somewhat different.

The dildo and anal plug could at least be removed, but tattoos aren’t easily erased.

It’s questionable whether the technology to remove them even exists in this era, and once done, wouldn’t she be crossing a river of no return?

Such thoughts were rushing through her mind.

Above all, she was immortal. Having those tattoos remain on her eternally youthful body…

‘Oh, that might be somewhat appealing.’

But humans sometimes want someone to push them from behind.

To avoid responsibility, to shift blame. Even though Anastasia wanted it, she held back to avoid being despised for crossing that line into lewdness and vulgarity.

So Anastasia decided to evade that responsibility.

“But still, that’s a bit…”

“Mother, it seems this bitch still thinks she’s the Tsar.”

“We need to correct her behavior again.”

Now the Maria mother and daughter were mocking Anastasia.

While feeling quite hurt by the scene, Anastasia’s sex was steadily getting wetter.

“Wait, Master. What are you trying to do? Just a moment, Maria II is right here?”

“You’re our clan’s bitch, aren’t you? You’re beneath the daughter I gave birth to.”

With those final words, the Marias violently stripped Anastasia.

Treating her like a prostitute, they carelessly threw her onto the wide sofa while undressing her.

And Maria II witnessed an astonishing sight.

“Wow, what’s this? On the garter belt… there are beads filling the slit of her sex?”

Indeed. Anastasia was wearing a garter belt with a dildo inside her, which alone was enough to excite Maria, but even more surprising was the underwear that clearly showed her sex. By design, the underwear had beads covering that part, as if hiding a woman’s axe mark, which further excited the Maria mother and daughter.

“Look, this is the kind of woman she is. A very lewd woman.”

Had she been like this in front of Maria II all along?

She hadn’t noticed because she was wearing pants, not a skirt. What a lewd woman indeed.

“That’s right. How could I serve such a woman as Tsar?”

Slap!

“Hnngh. Ahhh.”

She slapped the buttocks that were provocatively raised up, as if begging to be struck while bent over.

By now, she was used to even this.

After all, it was a play the Tsar herself desired.

And each time, Anastasia’s sex would get wet.

“Look at this. Already soaking with her juices, her sex is twitching. Do you want a cock that badly?”

“That’s because you just removed the dildo—eek!”

“For such a vulgar body, getting tattoos shouldn’t be a problem. Isn’t spending your days with a dildo and anal plug inserted more shameful than tattoos?”

“I think it would be nice to engrave a butterfly on top of this buttock cleft.”

First, they moved aside the beaded string, fully exposing both holes.

The two raised the dazed Anastasia to her feet.

“W-wait, what are you—”

Before she knew it, the mother and daughter had equipped artificial penises.

And as if they had planned it beforehand, Maria II targeted her front while Maria I aimed for the back.

“What else? We’ll fuck you from both ends. Maria, violate this bitch’s lips.”

And so began the penetration from both sides.

Maria’s artificial penis was inserted directly into the wet sex from the front.

And Maria I’s artificial penis had already pushed into Anastasia’s anus.

Anastasia’s anus, already fully developed, easily accepted the artificial penis almost as thick as a woman’s forearm with just a little Vaseline applied.

Squelch, thrust

‘What is this? Standing like this creates such intense pressure?’

An artificial penis that instantly reached her womb.

She had heard that in reality, a cock structurally couldn’t reach the womb.

But perhaps because it was a dildo, or because it was long, it too easily entered her womb and knocked on it.

Above all, with a penis filling her anus as well, the pressure from both holes was no joke.

Squelch squelch squelch shudder

Somehow, her lower body jumped like a freshly caught fish just from being penetrated and moved.

And Maria II began to get increasingly aroused by this atmosphere.

The Tsar before her eyes had already lost focus, was drooling from her mouth, and was standing there with her whole body convulsing.

Maria II’s respect began to plummet.

‘To think the Tsar was such a vulgar woman. This way, just as mother said, she’s nothing but a whore impersonating the Tsar.’

From this point on, Maria II began to look at Mother Tsar with eyes other than respect.

How could she respect and revere such a woman as Tsar?

Even in male-female relationships, a man weaker than a woman tends to be looked down upon.

Women naturally like strong men they can rely on, but they don’t depend on or fall for men weaker than themselves.

What about the Tsar then?

Such a lewd woman being the Tsar—it makes sense. This immortal bitch should eternally be Maria’s bitch.

In this state, she could be discovered by the citizens at any time.

It’s a wonder she hasn’t been discovered until now, but now is the age of information and computers.

If even a little of the Tsar’s obscene bitch side were revealed, it would spread worldwide as a matter of course.

So for this bitch to continue impersonating the Tsar, she must remain under the management of the Maria clan.

“Haa. Haang. Hnnng.”

At this point, Maria II explored the Tsar’s lips.

She began an almost forceful, violent deep kiss, as if declaring she wouldn’t let go.

‘Until recently, I only had respect for the Tsar, but to think she was such a woman.’

This lewd woman responds on her own just from being kissed a little. How developed must she be to respond to a kiss by intertwining her tongue and exploring with it?

Respect gradually disappeared, and respect soon turned into obsession.

“So, still don’t want to do it?”

“Haa. Haa. Haa. But still, that…”

She still doesn’t get it.

Maria II pondered how to train this bitch.

“Should I re-educate you? You don’t have a choice, you know? Should I make it so you can’t even impersonate the Tsar?”

What would happen if the whole world knew she was impersonating the Tsar?

The Tsar’s authority would plummet endlessly.

Everything they had worked so hard to build up would collapse in an instant.

“N-no, not that.”

“We’ll engrave a flower pattern on your cleavage, a black butterfly on your buttock cleft, and my daughter’s and my name on your back. Marking the owners of this body. And on your womb, we’ll engrave the sex tattoo you so desire.”

Now Anastasia would no longer be the master of her own body.

Maria would become the owner of this goddess’s body.

“What are you suddenly saying? That’s truly a prostitute.”

“So you dislike it? But you actually feel good about it, don’t you? At the thought of becoming like that.”

Maria I whispered carefully in her ear.

“Hnngh!”

But that wasn’t all.

As if demanding a quick answer, the Maria mother and daughter attacked from both sides in various positions.

Maria I lay on the sofa, and Anastasia straddled her with the artificial penis inserted, then Maria II penetrated her rear hole from behind.

They penetrated her countless times from both sides, changing positions repeatedly.

In the process, Anastasia was swept away by waves of rough pleasure.

Until now, it had been mostly calm with occasional tsunamis, but this was a tsunami that wouldn’t stop.

When reaching climax like this, there was nothing she could do.

Her mind became stupid, and she would answer however they wanted.

Every time this tingling sensation from her rear and sex passed through her mind, she felt her intelligence dropping.

“I’ll do it! I’ll do whatever, tattoos or anything!”

Finally, she surrendered.

* * *

Having completely surrendered control of her body to the Maria mother and daughter at the height of climax, Anastasia slightly regretted it, but it was already spilled milk.

As a result, the names of the Maria mother and daughter were engraved on Anastasia’s back.

“This can’t be helped. The Tsar’s words must carry more responsibility than anyone else’s in this world.”

At first, she rationalized it that way and was prepared to actually get tattooed, and she did go through with it, but the problem was that Anastasia’s body was tanghulu.

‘Won’t the tattoos disappear too?’

She had submitted to the order given in the midst of pleasure, and she thought lewd tattoos might be fun, even imagining being discovered by citizens.

But bullets couldn’t penetrate her skin and fell off, so she considered the possibility that they would eventually disappear.

Sure enough, Maria’s name tattoo disappeared after a week, and the other tattoos followed suit.

“No wonder it didn’t hurt.”

It didn’t hurt for a tattoo. It was surprising that it didn’t hurt unlike bullets, but perhaps the feeling of penetration was different from a bullet.

Suddenly, she found herself making such calculations.

What kind of logic or algorithm was there to find? What meaning could there be in what an old person did?