Witch Monastery

The desire in her heart was already burning, how could it be extinguished so easily? In addition, whenever she couldn't control her tiredness and fell asleep, she would always have a beautiful dream of herself and a group of nuns partying together...

Finally, under the double attack of soul and body, Sulfaro could no longer bear the desires of his body and began to desecrate his own body.

She imitated Hawthorne's movements every time, touching her sensitive parts repeatedly.

, trying to give myself wonderful pleasure.

However, it was not until she did it herself that she suddenly realized how excellent the skills of Hawthorne and the nuns were. Just a slight touch was enough to make her reach the peak of happiness.

But if she were to do it herself now, not only would the pleasure be very limited, it would even cause her pain!

The more she touched herself, the more uncomfortable she felt. The more uncomfortable she felt, the more empty she felt. The more empty she felt, the more she wanted to relieve herself, and the more she wanted to touch herself...

In such a vicious cycle, she felt like she was almost going crazy!

click -

Suddenly, the cell door opened and a figure walked down the stairs. Sulfaro, who was immersed in the spiral of pain, suddenly woke up and turned her head to see Hawthorne quietly coming to the cell door and looking at her in surprise.

Sulfaro was stunned for a moment, and then boundless shame and anger surged in her heart, making her stare at Hawthorne angrily: "What are you doing here again?!"

There was not only anger in that voice, but also the grievance of a long-standing desire that had not been satisfied.

She was almost driven crazy; her body desperately needed caressing, but her appetite had been spoiled by the extraordinary skills of Hawthorne and the many nuns. Her threshold of happiness had become very high and she could not satisfy it on her own.

Thinking of the physical and mental torture she had endured in the past few days, her eyes couldn't help but become moist.

At the door, looking at Sulfaro's messy clothes, flushed face, aggrieved expression and even tears in the corners of his eyes, Hawthorne understood that the fruits he had planted with his own hands had begun to take root and sprout.

Now, we can try to go a step further.

"Of course it's a punishment for you, Sulfaro," he said, then he pushed the door open, walked up to her, and pressed her shoulders, "Don't try to escape."

As he spoke, he pushed the fallen angel gently onto the bed. Obviously, her physical strength should be stronger than his, but at this moment, Sulfaro had no will to resist.

He put his hand under her clothes and immediately touched the secret garden that was already flooded.

"go away!"

Sulfaro gritted her teeth and still did not resist. Even though the chains had long since stopped binding her hands and feet, she was smart enough not to resist violently: "I don't need you!"

She raised her legs and kicked her bare white feet weakly on his thighs, as if she wanted to kick him away, but she didn't use any strength at all, so it had little effect.

What's more, the next moment, Hawthorne's middle finger pressed on the erect buds on her lower body.

"Oh--"

An electric current swept through the fallen angel's body, and an intense feeling of tingling and comfort attacked her mind, instantly making her whole body limp and powerless.

Even though she refused to admit it, her body had already fallen deeply in love with this feeling over the past few days, so once touched, she had no ability to resist.

Hawthorne teased her lower body with one hand and climbed up her chest with the other, gently kneading the elastic breast flesh and twisting the erect grapes that were engorged with blood.

A strong sense of excitement soon filled Sulfaro's spirit, and the fallen angel couldn't help but twist his body back and forth: "Oh...oh..."

Her body was shaking, but just when she was about to reach the climax, Hawthorne suddenly let go of her hand. The feeling of happiness faded like a tide, and Sulfaro felt that his spirit was almost crazy: "Don't--"

There was a hint of pleading in her voice, because based on previous experience, Hawthorne would leave immediately after she let go of his hand.

She couldn't help but beg in pain, but something unexpected happened. As if in response to her call, Hawthorne's hands suddenly covered her body again, and then teased her again -

"oh oh--"

She panted, and her toned waist couldn't help but move forward, catering to Hawthorne's movements. Her mind was blank, and she didn't have time to think about why Hawthorne chose to leave in the past, but stayed this time.

She no longer had the energy to think further, she only hoped that her body could be satisfied!

She moaned and responded, but soon she discovered in despair that Hawthorne's movements this time were extremely slow, so slow that it was like scratching an itch through a shoe, and it was unable to relieve her hunger at all!

"quick……"

Unable to help herself, she uttered a second cry of longing in her throat, "Faster, faster..."

Over there, Hawthorne raised his eyebrows: "Are you begging me?"

Sulfaro was suddenly shocked that she was begging a man for such a thing. But then, Hawthorne suddenly accelerated, and the intense pleasure was like a flood, overwhelmed her rational thinking, and she couldn't help but moan: "Oh——"

This is what she longed for, and she was about to reach the peak. However, what made her miserable was that at this moment, Hawthorne suddenly left her hand again.

A strong sense of emptiness suddenly hit her like a tsunami, almost crushing her will. She lowered her head in grievance, her voice even tinged with tears: "What on earth are you going to do?!"

She was on the verge of collapse. At this moment, she was willing to endure anything Hawthorne did.

However, Hawthorne did not intend to get her tonight. Looking at her eyes, he shook his head slightly: "Nothing, just, Sulfaro."

"I think you must be feeling suffocated here. After all, you are in the dungeon all day long without seeing the sun.

It’s a bit too pitiful.”

"So, how about we go out for a walk tonight?"

Chapter 641 Angel Dog (Part )

Sulfaro was stunned for a moment, and then an indescribable ecstasy surged into her heart, almost dispelling her previous emptiness and depression!

This guy, he finally let down!

It seems that the strategy I have adopted these days is effective. I did not resist and just accepted everything, but in return I got this guy's pride and complacency, and he actually wanted to take me away from this prison!

Be arrogant, be complacent, look down on me. As long as I leave this prison, I can slowly recover my strength. In time, when I have accumulated enough, I will be able to escape from here and leave!

She laughed wildly in her heart and was extremely excited. This emotion even suppressed the desire in her body.

But her expression gradually became submissive. She bowed her head to Hawthorne and said submissively, "If you are willing to take me out, then of course I am willing."

Hawthorne smiled lightly, but did not act immediately. Instead, he said, "Although this is my suggestion, if I want to take you out, I still need to do some decorations first."

As he spoke, he ordered, "Get down."

Sulfaro knelt on the ground obediently, without any intention of resisting. She had done this action many times before. Hawthorne had made her lie on the ground, sticking her butt up, and then endure his punishment and teasing more than once.

In this regard, she had long since changed from resistance and anger in the beginning to submission now. After all, there was no way to really rebel against this situation, so it was better to pretend to be submissive and let him become careless.

And today, after hearing Hawthorne say that he wanted to take her out, she naturally had no mood to resist. She let him do whatever he wanted. She just wanted to quickly leave this place that was isolated from magic, go outside, absorb the magic power wandering in the air, and quickly restore her strength!

Seeing her kneeling down, Hawthorne stretched out his hand, and two small gadgets flew over from a distance: one was a chain made up of transparent beads the size of a baby's fist, with a large, fluffy and furry pet dog tail ornament at the end.

The other one is a collar with conical spikes and a leash at the back, just like the collars often worn around the necks of sheepdogs. It can protect the sheepdogs from being harmed by jackals and allow their owners to lead them for walks at any time.

Hawthorne first picked up the collar that looked like a dog collar, stretched it out, and helped her put it on her neck. Sulfaro was a little confused, lowered her head, and took a closer look at the thing on her neck. Realizing what this guy wanted to do, she suddenly became furious!

This guy actually wants to humiliate me like a dog!

She subconsciously wanted to resist, but Hawthorne raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You don't want to go out?"

Suddenly, Sulfaro's immense rage had to be subsided by half.

Sulfaro, calm down, stay calm!

Don't bother with this guy, just obey his will for now, let him become proud, careless, and slack off on being nice to you!

Once you escape from here, whatever he did today will be returned to you!

She persuaded herself like this in her heart, and then stopped resisting. She gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and acted submissive.

Seeing that she finally submitted, Hawthorne smiled gently, leaned over, and gently patted her butt, causing a wave of buttocks.

Sulfaro moaned softly, and her hips could not help but sway from side to side. She felt the desire in her body rising up again, and she couldn't help but lower her waist and lift her hips higher to make it easier for anything to enter.

But then, she felt a round thing touching her back door, gently rotating, and then slowly inserted, forcing her back door to expand involuntarily.

She turned her head and tried to look back, and saw Hawthorne coating the string of baby fist-sized beads with mucus and then trying to stuff it into her anus!

"Um……"

When Hawthorne exerted a little force, the first bead was inserted. A strange feeling came over his mind, and Sulfaro couldn't help but groan.

She felt very uncomfortable, although it was still bearable, but when she saw the long string of five or six of them, she couldn't help but feel frightened.

So many things have to be stuffed in?

It's not like Hawthorne had never played with her anal plugs before, and every time he had made her feel like she was dying. She couldn't help sweating on her forehead, and she saw Hawthorne was still exerting force, slowly inserting the second one -

"Uh……"

She moaned softly, and as if sensing her pain, Hawthorne stopped his movements for the moment and gently kneaded her buttocks: "Relax, Sulfaro, otherwise you will only feel more uncomfortable."

"If you don't take it all in, you'll have to give up your plan to go out tonight."

Sulfaro gritted his teeth, then took a deep breath and forced himself to relax: "I know, I..."

Her thighs began to move, opening to the sides, and her waist pressed down, accepting the entry of foreign objects in a more submissive posture.

Looking at her submissive posture, Hawthorne nodded with satisfaction, lifted the string of beads and continued to stuff them in.

The third, fourth, fifth...

Sulfaro's breathing became heavier. She didn't know what the ball was made of. It seemed to have no weight at all. Even if five or six of these big things came in, she didn't feel much heaviness.

.

And the beads were not hard but elastic, contracting and expanding with her breathing, as if massaging her rectum - at first she felt very uncomfortable because of the penetration of the foreign object, but as she adapted more and more, a strange pleasure could not help but grow in her body.

Finally, after the last bead was stuffed into her back door, only a thick dog tail was left outside. So from then on, her image was like a well-trained beautiful dog.

Considering her true identity, perhaps her name should be "Angel Dog".

Hawthorne stood up and looked down at her body, feeling that something was missing. After looking around carefully twice, he suddenly realized.

As she lay on the ground like this and bent her waist, the hem of her loose and baggy prison uniform involuntarily slid down to her small waist, exposing her two white and tender buttocks.

Although this plump and perky butt is sexy and attractive enough in itself, Hawthorne always feels a little monotonous and boring when looking at the white butt without a trace of color.

It should be decorated with some things.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand again, and the marker flew over. Then, he leaned over and wrote two big, square characters on her left buttock: "Bitch."

Then, he wrote two more characters on her right buttocks: "Bitch."

This makes it more in line with her current image.

After thinking for a while, he wrote the words "Self-abuse: 1" on the front of her thigh as a statistic of her self-abuse. After writing this, he threw away the pen, clapped his hands, and picked up her reins with satisfaction: "Okay, Sulfaro, follow me."

The door of the cell was opened again. Sulfaro subconsciously wanted to stand up and walk out. However, Hawthorne frowned and scolded her, "Who told you to stand up? Get down and crawl!"

Sulfaro's body stiffened, his eyes spitting fire, and he wished he could cut him into pieces right now.

However, considering the long-term plan, she gritted her teeth, remained kneeling on the ground, and slowly crawled forward.

Hawthorne nodded with satisfaction, and then walked up.

Sulfaro remained in the prone position and crawled forward, her hands and knees immediately covered with dust.

As an angel, she was in adult form when she was created. She could walk, run, and even fly from the beginning. There was no need to learn to crawl.

Of course, the most important thing is that the foreign object stuffed in her back door was contracting and relaxing more and more frequently as her muscles moved and contracted as she crawled forward, as if an experienced masseur was massaging her rectum more vigorously, making her scalp tingle with comfort, water dripping from the garden in front of her, and her thighs beginning to go weak!

So now, she climbed up very awkwardly and slowly, often unable to keep up with Hawthorne's pace, causing him to pull the rope impatiently from time to time, urging her to climb over as soon as possible.

Although Sulfaro felt extremely humiliated, she did not dare to resist and could only speed up and follow him through the dark dungeon corridor. However, the faster she climbed, the stronger the feeling became, and she almost wanted to faint!

They climbed the tall steps into the bathroom where he took his bath, then worked their way out to the door.

A sudden panic arose in Sulfaro's heart. She had been imprisoned in that small world and in the dungeon for so long that she had long lost track of the difference between day and night.

She had no way of telling whether it was day or night. What if it was day? Wouldn't she be walking naked on the street in broad daylight?

Chapter 642 Angel Dog (IV)

The thought of being outside on the streets of a big city, where the citizens on the streets around her would see her naked body, her buttocks stuffed with a tail, and even the secret garden between her legs that was now flowing with water...

Thinking that there might really be men and women who would cover their own children's eyes and scold her with red faces for being shameless, Sulfaro's heart almost stopped!

No—this humiliation...

Tears began to well up in her eyes, for the predicament she was about to face. However, Hawthorne did not consider her feelings, and firmly held her neck and pulled her out, while opening the bathroom door.

A cool breeze blew, and Sulfaro looked up to see that the night sky was moonless and filled with stars.

now it is night.

Suddenly, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then she realized that even at night, there would be drunkards and stray dogs wandering around.

She couldn't help but tremble in her heart, unable to believe it: Would this priest really let outsiders insult me?

She didn't know that over the past few days, she had tried various ways of playing that exceeded her psychological endurance more than once.

Fortunately, Hawthorne was not as scary as she imagined. He just led Sulfaro by the hand and wandered around his monastery, saying as he walked, "Look carefully, Sulfaro, remember all the buildings and places here."