Noticing that Norn’s legs had become sweaty at some point, Lorraine couldn’t help but raise her eyebrows slightly, and felt that her cheap sister-in-law did seem to have some qualifications to be a flannel ball.

I couldn’t help but slap the two small melons hard, leaving two red marks and causing bursts of crisp and rapid bell ringing. Lorraine looked at Norn, whose body began to twitch unconsciously, and couldn’t help but sneer:

“What a lowly physique. Even after being treated like this, he is still able to sweat so much in such a lowly way!”

Hearing the ridicule and sarcasm in Lorraine’s words, and recalling her own performance just now which was no different from that of the lowest machine, the second princess Norn could not help but secretly hate her own physique, and was filled with hatred for Lorraine who had humiliated her so much.

If it wasn’t him, if it wasn’t this damn goblin, how could she have such an expression and made such a move?

Thinking of this, the second princess, Norn, suddenly felt that it would be better for her to just die.

However, just as she was about to bite her tongue to commit suicide, as if seeing through her thoughts, Lorraine took out a round ball with cloth strips tied at both ends and stuffed it into Norn’s mouth, directly interrupting her idea of ​​biting her tongue to commit suicide.

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Chapter 296: Itching is also a form of punishment

This ball seemed to have taken into account the possibility that the captive who was about to be humiliated might bite his tongue to commit suicide. After being fixed to the head with two soft leather belts, the second princess Norn could only keep her mouth open, and even her teeth could not close.

Naturally, she could only watch helplessly and couldn’t even commit suicide.

However, I don’t know if it was to humiliate her better or what, but this solid ball has many holes in it. Not only does it not cause Norn to have difficulty breathing when her mouth is stuffed full, but even her tongue is not oppressed at all and can still move flexibly.

Of course, after wearing it for a while, Nollen discovered a very humiliating fact.

That is, because her mouth was tightly blocked and could not be closed, the saliva that continued to flow out of her mouth was now becoming uncontrollable due to the ball. Even if Norn used his tongue very hard to push the troublesome ball, her saliva could not stop flowing out through the holes and gaps in the corners.

Noren had almost forgotten how old she was when she stopped drooling all over her body like a baby.

But now, it was just a small ball, but it made her, who had grown up, feel an extremely strong sense of shame again.

Even without thinking about it, Norn could feel it through his imagination that Lorraine at this moment probably had a sarcastic expression on her face, looking at her with amusement as she couldn’t even control her saliva.

Perhaps, there will be two more sarcastic words on his lips.

Wow, how come the honorable Second Princess is now worse than a baby?

How can you still drool at your age?

Thinking of this, Norn, the second princess of the Kingdom of Giorlar, suddenly felt her face burning. Even a small glance from Lorraine made her, who usually could perfectly grasp the etiquette of the nobility, feel uncomfortable all over her body.

However, what Noren didn’t know was that all this was just the beginning.

Next, Lorraine took out a brush that seemed to be made of soft feathers. After throwing a cold strap and chain at Noren’s body, he began to carefully outline and depict the canvas that was covered with red marks and wax marks that exuded bursts of floral fragrance.

At first, compared to the dripping wax that caused tingling and burning sensations, this soft feather pen was like a reward for Noren, who was already a little afraid of the torture that was about to come.

Although he was somewhat confused and afraid of the chain that Lorraine casually threw on him, the subtle touch of the soft down feathers slowly sliding across his skin still made Noren, who had just been humiliated, couldn’t help but squint his eyes slightly.

Compared with the suffering he had suffered before, Norn now even felt like he was back in heaven.

Although he still didn’t know what the hateful goblin was going to do, if possible, Norn even wanted to let this torture last a little longer.

At least, before she could only feel waves of pain, but now, she felt a tingling and comfortable feeling.

Looking at Norn, who seemed to have quickly forgotten the pain just now, Lorraine couldn’t help but reveal a sneer in his eyes.

Did she really think he was some kind-hearted philanthropist playing house games with her?

As Lorraine slid the feather pen in his hand and continued to draw on the white paper named Noren, soon, after waves of tingling and numbness, waves of almost uncontrollable desire slowly came over Noren’s heart.

At first, Noren could still suppress this tingling feeling.

However, as the unrestrained feather pen began to outline the steepness of the mountains and the depth of the valleys, Norn felt as if a furry kitten’s paw was gently touching and scratching her soul beneath her skin.

However, the feeling was hazy. She wanted to touch it seriously, but she could not feel anything. She wanted to ignore it, but she could not ignore it. As Lorraine’s feather pen continued to sketch lightly, Norlen’s body, which had gradually stopped twisting, began to swing slowly again involuntarily. She now felt like ants were crawling all over her body, and there was no part of her skin that was not itchy. This itch was not a simple skin itch, but an itch that came from deep inside her heart, making her uncomfortable all over, and even having an urge to go crazy.

Unfortunately, Norn’s hands and feet were now tied tightly to the interrogation device by Lorraine. She tried her best to reach out and scratch to relieve the itch, but found that it was impossible. She could only shake her head desperately, trying to get rid of the itch, but it didn’t work at all, and made her breathing more and more rapid.

In desperation, Noren had to twist his body continuously along with the movement of the feather pen, hoping that the ups and downs of his body would increase the tip of the feather pen and thus achieve some relieving effect.

But unfortunately, even though she tried her best to relieve the itch, the effect seemed to be just a temporary solution. Not only did it not relieve the itch that was gradually creeping up in her heart, but it even made her feel more and more unbearable.

However, no matter how she begged in her heart, the heartless feather pen seemed to remain so cold and ruthless, only focusing on its own painting.

What Noren didn’t know was that in Lorraine’s peculiar knowledge, there was a set of punishments that even he found funny at the time.

That is, the punishment of goat **.

This punishment is actually very simple. It is to apply a thick layer of honey or salt on the prisoner’s feet, and then fix his legs. Next, a goat is led to the prisoner’s fixed feet.

Under the inducement of honey, the goat would constantly lick the soles of the prisoner’s feet with its rough tongue covered with barbs.

At first, it was just like a simple tickle, and the goat’s licking only made people feel itchy and couldn’t help laughing.

As time goes by, this playful tickling will turn into the sweetest and most painful punishment.

After all, people are sometimes strange. Their tolerance for pain is sometimes surprisingly high, but when it comes to things like tickling, their tolerance is much lower.

For Lorraine, who has already regarded Norn in front of him as his own ball of fluff, naturally he would not copy the kind of punishment that seems sweet and interesting but is actually extremely cruel.

What he really wanted to do was to let Norn slowly abandon him and lose his pride and self-esteem.

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Chapter 297 Please; The Role of Chains

As time passed, Noren, who was tied to the interrogation device, soon felt the pain of scratching an itch through a shoe.

She now felt as if her whole body was being scratched and pressed by one little cat’s claw after another, as if she had turned into a huge piece of itchy flesh.

However, no matter how she twisted and rubbed her body, the itch that seemed to have penetrated deep into her bones and soul could not be relieved or vented.

Noren was even a little horrified to find that she was increasingly looking forward to the cold and ruthless feather pen to draw as much as possible on her mountain peaks and beside the streams in the valleys.

Because only in this way could she seem to be able to grasp the itch flowing through her body through the layers of frosted glass as much as possible.

However, this made Norn doubt himself.

As the second princess of the Kingdom of Giorlar, even if she was captured by a hateful goblin at this moment, how could the pride and self-esteem in her heart allow her to be like the lowest machine in the Land of Smoky Willows, selling her most precious thing just to exchange for a little relief?

Is she actually a lowly person at heart?

This idea inexplicably appeared in Norn’s mind, but it was completely rejected by her in anger and shame in just a moment.

Whether it was due to the fear and confusion in her heart as she had already accepted this reality helplessly, or the anger and hatred towards the hateful goblins who had humiliated her to this extent, in short, Norn did not know that her psychological defenses were actually slowly collapsing and rebuilding.

Lorraine actually had some guesses about Norn’s true thoughts, but compared to her inner heart that she tried so hard to conceal, her empty body was much more honest than her heart.

Whenever the soft and slender feather pen in Lorraine’s hand passed over the peaks and valleys of Norn, her body covered with red marks would tremble constantly, as if she wanted to take the opportunity to completely release the increasingly tingling and numb feeling.

And Lorraine certainly wouldn’t give Noren this opportunity.

On the contrary, he was like the most patient angler. Whenever the big fish, Norn, tried to resist, he would let go of the fishing line, letting Norn struggle as hard as she could, and then when she was about to lose strength, he would suddenly tighten the line and pull her closer to the fishing net again.

In the back and forth pulling of the line, perhaps even Norn herself did not notice that she was no longer resisting Lorraine’s touch and approach to her peaks and valleys, as if she had slowly become accustomed to it.

Of course, Lorraine knew what she was thinking subconsciously.

Norn probably wanted to transform the tingling and numbness that had been accumulating in his body into surging waves and floods, and to vent and express it completely with the help of the comfort and aftertaste that rushed to the clouds.

After seeing all this clearly, what Lorraine had to do was naturally very simple.

As if sensing Norn’s silent desire and pleading, Lorraine changed his writing style and began to use his soft feather pen to circle around the mountain peaks. Then, he began to outline the pebbles on the bottom of the stream.

Under this increasingly direct comfort and stimulation, Norn’s body began to tremble slightly, even without her noticing.

At this moment, Noren felt as if she could finally touch the little cat’s paws hiding under her skin without having to look through the blurry frosted glass. Moreover, as Lorraine’s writing became more powerful and bold, she even felt that she could touch and catch the naughty kitten that had been doing evil before.

Noren, who was fully absorbed in playing hide-and-seek with the kitten, did not notice that her body began to turn red in large patches, as if she was in a boiling furnace. She was sweating all over, and under the influence of the special candle oil, she exuded bursts of strange fragrance.

At this moment, Noren, who had closed his eyes tightly, could already feel that he had almost touched the tail of the naughty kitten.

However, just when she was about to completely capture the kitten that made her itchy, suddenly, the cunning kitten made an abrupt stop and swung its tail, and disappeared from Norn’s sight again, causing her to let out a soft cry.

Obviously, at the most critical moment, the feather pen in Lorraine’s hand stopped sketching and describing, leaving Noren in a stalemate.

Watching the kitten that she should have caught running away again, Norn moved her lips slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but found that her mouth was tightly blocked, so she could only look at Lorraine in front of her pleadingly.

As if he saw the look in Noren’s eyes, Lorraine smiled playfully and continued to sketch and describe.

However, when the blurry frosted glass disappeared again, Nollen once again narrowly escaped the hateful kitten at the last moment.

After this happened several times, Norn suddenly realized that this was her greatest punishment.

She had been feeling an endless itch that was only a matter of time before she could release it, but now she could only feel depressed and turned into a powder keg that would never be triggered.

Feeling that time and again, the destination seemed to be only one step away but could never be reached, Noren was overwhelmed by an indescribable sense of frustration and powerlessness.

She widened her eyes and stared at the goblin in front of her, her heart filled with anger and unwillingness.

“Damn it!” She cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth. Every time she thought she was about to succeed, the goblin always managed to cleverly prevent her from reaching the clouds, making her efforts go to waste.

This feeling was like being made fun of, and she felt extremely humiliated.

She decided in her mind that she had to be tough and persevere through this, but as the annoying quill began to wander again, the feeling of it being so close that it seemed within reach became unbearable.

Finally, Noren closed her eyes helplessly, mumbling vaguely, “Please, please…” A crystal tear rolled down from between her struggling and trembling eyelids.

Lorraine looked at Norn in front of him, and a sense of pleasure surged in his heart. He looked at the extremely humiliating but helpless expression on Norn’s face, as if he was appreciating a work of art.

Lorraine gently picked up the somewhat cold iron chain that was casually thrown on her, held it in front of her, and let it swing in the air, making a crisp sound.

Then, Lorraine temporarily untied Norn’s hands that had been bound for a long time. Norn’s hands were finally freed, but her eyes were still full of fear and despair.

The corners of Lorraine’s mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile, and his voice was as gentle as the whisper of a devil: “Put on this collar yourself, and then hand the chain to me, and I will let you go temporarily.”

Noren’s body trembled, her lips were tightly bitten, and a hint of hesitation flashed in her eyes.

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Chapter 298: The Second Princess Norren is Forced to Humiliate

Hearing Lorraine’s words that sounded like the devil’s whisper, although her hands were finally freed from the restraints, the second princess Norn felt extremely humiliated in her heart.

What on earth does this damn goblin mean?

After being captured, he toyed with me for his own amusement, which would have been fine, but now he was actually trying to make me, a princess, put on the collar that symbolized a slave, and even hand the other end of the chain to Lorraine personally?

As if she saw the amusement and ridicule in Lorraine’s eyes, or as if she saw the overt and covert ridicule and discussions of the untouchables of the Kingdom of Giorlar after she was rescued, the second princess Norn couldn’t help but flash a tragic whine in her heart.

The more angry Norn felt at the hateful goblin in front of him, the more he regretted his impulsive decision to come to Maple Leaf Town.

Unfortunately, Noren also knew that there was no such thing as regret medicine in this world.

He looked angrily at Lorraine who was still holding the collar and chain in front of him. Although he wanted to slap the annoying thing away, Norn was afraid that he would suffer even more terrible humiliation and torture after angering Lorraine.

But if she was to be made to wear that collar and chain in such a humiliating way, she would rather die right here and now!

Thinking of this, Norn couldn’t help but glare angrily at the hateful goblin in front of him again.

If it weren’t for the hateful ball that was forced into her mouth, she could have died calmly with the dignity of the second princess of the Kingdom of Giorral.

It’s a pity that the hateful goblin has obviously played with many human girls, otherwise he would never be so thoughtful and even thought of the possibility that someone might bite her tongue to commit suicide.

Thinking of this, a terrible idea suddenly emerged in Noren’s mind.

Could it be that her long-missing sister Wang was also being raped and defiled like she was now, by the hateful goblin in front of her?

Perhaps because she could empathize with the other princess, Norn did not simply regard this matter as a humiliation for the royal family for the first time. Instead, she seemed to have put herself into her own sister’s perspective. In addition, her sister seemed to have disappeared for a long time. For a moment, Norn could not help but feel sad, and at the same time, she hated Lorraine more and more.

But she didn’t dare show it in the slightest.

Looking at Noren’s face opposite him, which kept changing but he never showed any intention of reaching out to take the collar, Lorraine couldn’t help but narrowed his eyes slightly.

In his opinion, the second princess, Norn, was probably a fool. All the torture and humiliation she had suffered before, hadn’t this fool learned her lesson yet?

Who is she trying to show off to by acting so disobedient?

Or was it that the tickling punishment just now was a little too mild, to the point that the prisoner in front of him even had the mind to rebel and resist?

Throwing the collar on the bed, Lorraine raised his hand and slashed it directly onto a majestic snow-capped peak.

Suddenly, with the rise and fall of mountains like hot water bags, swaying and shaking, and bursts of violent bells ringing, a large red mark was clearly printed on the white paper without any red marks.

Facing Lorraine’s sudden slap, the second princess Norn first felt a sharp pain like a collision and tearing, but she didn’t know if it was the lingering pain of the feather pen just now. After this simple pain that came and went quickly, a burst of unbearable feeling burst out from the bottom of the second princess Norn’s heart again, making her face flushed.

Without paying attention to the reaction of the second princess Norn, Lorraine seemed a little impatient. He slapped the two water balls left and right dozens of times with great force, turning them red, as if they were boiled shrimp shells.

However, for some reason, the tail end of Norn’s groan, which originally sounded somewhat painful, began to tremble uncontrollably, and even his breathing began to become heavy.

It seemed as if these few slaps completely continued the previous scratching itch and brought Noren closer to the peak.