[Dancer] (12) Author: qian1223

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Chapter Twelve The Queen's Palace

A small room, dimly lit.

Peach's hands were suspended in the air, her knees bent. Standing before her was a woman in a black leather jacket, skirt, and
knee- high boots, wearing black embroidered stockings. She was Hu Pingping, known as "Poisonous Chili"!

"You filthy bitch, bullying my son? This time I'll teach you a lesson you'll regret for the rest of your life!" Hu Pingping
said , lightly patting Peach's face before slapping her hard. Peach was speechless, only
glaring angrily.

"I heard you use your legs to clamp Yangyang's neck, you're quite the player, aren't you? Today I'll let you taste what it's like to be clamped by legs!"
Hu Pingping pressed Peach's head down, straddled her, and her two slightly thick thighs tightly clamped around her neck.

"I'll clamp you to death, you filthy bitch!" Hu Pingping crossed her legs, gritting her teeth and squeezing fiercely. Although her figure had changed somewhat at 35
, her former fighting prowess remained. She squeezed so tightly that Taozi
could barely breathe.

"You filthy bitch, I'll squeeze you to death! You dare bully Yangyang? I'll squeeze you to death, you slut!"

"You slut, you think you can act recklessly just because Zhang Biantai is backing you up? You think I can't handle you? You slut, I'll make
you die here!"

Hu Pingping cursed, twisting and turning her thighs around Taozi, sometimes loosening and then squeezing again. Taozi
was in excruciating pain. She was always the one squeezing others; she never expected to suffer like this today. The suffocating feeling was truly
unbearable, but her stubborn nature wouldn't allow her to beg for mercy. Even though she was squeezed almost
unconscious , her desire for revenge remained strong. She wanted to repay him like she had treated Meizi—no, ten times, a hundred times!

"Bitch, do you know you're wrong?" Hu Pingping loosened her grip, but remained on top of Taozi. If Taozi's answer
didn't satisfy her, she would continue the torture.

"You motherfucker! You better kill me, you old woman, or else... Ah!" Peach cursed for the first time (
actually I really didn't want her to swear →_ →).

"Damn it, I think you're tired of living!" Hu Pingping forcefully cut off the rest of her words, then lifted her feet off the ground,
curled up her legs, and pressed her entire weight onto Peach's neck, "I'll break your neck!"

Ah! It hurts so much! This old woman is so heavy! My neck is going to break! Under the pressure of suffocation and excruciating pain, Peach's consciousness
gradually blurred. Is this how it ends? I, I still want revenge...

...

"Huff huff..." Peach suddenly sat up straight, panting heavily with sweat on her face. There was no dark house, and
no hateful old woman. It was all a dream.

"Damn old woman, even when I'm sleeping, she has to disturb me." She muttered to herself, looking at
Zhang Biantai lying between her legs, a nameless fire suddenly ignited in her heart, and she involuntarily squeezed her legs together.

Poor Zhang Biantai had already endured a deadly scissor kick before going to sleep. He was sound asleep when suddenly
a sharp pain in his neck jolted him awake. He then felt short of breath and, turning his eyes left and right, realized it was Taozi's doing. "Tao, Tao
Meiren, what happened?"

"It's all your fault!"

"Huh?!" "

I'll crush you to death!"

"Huh?! No, no, wait!"

"No, no!"

Taozi gritted her teeth, unleashing all the frustration and anger from her dream onto Zhang Biantai. It seems being her man
isn't easy!

The next afternoon, Zhang Biantai received a call from an old friend and went to meet him. Taozi excused herself, saying she wasn't feeling well and wanted to rest. As soon as
the friend she took out her gold card and dialed the number on it.

"Hello, this is Queen's Palace~" A sweet voice came from the other end of the line.

"Hello, Sister Xue... that's Lin Qianxue. She gave me a gold card and said to contact you before going to your place
."

"Okay, do you know where our Queen's Palace is? If not, I can tell
you."

"Yes, I know, it's written on the card."

"Okay, I'll send the code word to your phone. Please check it. Is there anything else
?"

"No." "

Okay, Queen's Palace welcomes you. Goodbye~"

"Goodbye."

A short while after hanging up, Taozi received a text message with the sentence, "I want to trample all the men under
my feet , how impressive."

Leaving the hotel, Taozi hailed a taxi to the address on the gold card. The driver was a seasoned rip-
off, asking for directions and which route she wanted. Taozi wasn't a local and didn't know the way, so she told him
to figure it out . The driver then drove around aimlessly for a while before finally reaching the destination. The meter showed
ridiculously high prices, but Taozi assumed it was really that far and complained a little as she paid.

After getting off the car, Taozi found herself in front of a spa, nowhere near the Queen's Palace. Then she thought, "This
isn't Japan; why would they stand in the middle of the street like this?" Entering the spa, a young woman greeted her.
Taozi whispered the code, and the woman's attitude became respectful as she led the way.

At the far end, a door opened, revealing an elevator. She pressed the button for -1 floor, thinking, "Why do they always have to
be on the ground floor?"

Reaching -1 floor, the elevator doors opened, revealing a completely different world. The lobby was spacious and bright, resplendent in gold,
like a real palace. Taozi couldn't help but marvel at the extravagance of the wealthy; even an SM club was so
luxurious . She figured only a princess in all of China would be like this.

"Hello, please show your VIP card," a woman dressed as an

office lady bowed. Taozi showed her gold card, and the woman's eyes changed. She pressed the intercom and said, "
Manager , please come to the front desk." She then asked Taozi to sit on a sofa and wait. Peach was puzzled as to why this gold card
had such a powerful effect, requiring the manager to come out.

A moment later, a cute, baby-faced woman approached and smiled at Peach, saying, "Hello, I'm Manager Jian.
You must be the one who called earlier? Please come this way."

As Peach walked, she sized up Manager Jian. Her voice matched her appearance; she resembled a kawaii girl from Japanese anime, and was
the type with a youthful face and large breasts.

The two entered a room, and Manager Jian gestured for Peach to sit down, still smiling, and said, "No more than five people possess this
gold card . You must be a very important person."

"Uh... I don't know either. Sister Xue suddenly gave me this card, only saying to come and take a look when I have time."

"Oh, I see. Let me explain. With this gold card, you can enjoy the highest
treatment in the Queen's Palace, and most importantly, you can dispose of slaves at will, kill them, or take them away for permanent possession...
By the way, what do you like to play?"

"Feel free to say anything. Knowing your preferences will help us allocate them. For example, some queens like to trample,
so we'll choose foot slaves; some like to sit on faces, so we'll choose crotch slaves." Manager Jian explained further, seeing that Taozi was a little reserved
.

"I see. Okay then, I like to clamp people's necks..."

"Hehe, just like Sister Nuanyue. So, do you want a man or a woman, old or young? Are there any
requirements regarding physique?"

"A woman, I guess. A little plump, not too weak. Otherwise, she won't be able to handle it before we've even had a chance to play, hehe..."

"Okay, then I'll take you to VIP room 6. Because of the rush, the environment and facilities may not be as good as the other VIP
rooms, please forgive me."

"It's alright."

"Thank you for your understanding, please follow me."

Upon arriving at VIP room 6, the layout was fresh and elegant, with warm-colored carpets and a faint
fragrance . The facilities were also very complete, with everything from a refrigerator, TV, air conditioner, and water dispenser, quite like a hotel,
except for the SM props hanging on the wall, one of which was thick and large and looked like a dildo...

"Please wait a moment, the female slave will be here soon. Have fun."

"Hmm, thank you."

After Manager Jian left, Taozi took off her shoes and sat on the edge of the bed, admiring every corner of the room while pondering
her future plans. As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Hu Pingping was indeed a significant threat to her,
and Zhang Biantai couldn't provide 24/7 protection. If she didn't develop her own power quickly, her dreams
might become reality. But what should she do? Win people over? Or rely on Kasa?

While she was thinking, the female slave arrived—she crawled in. Taozi changed her posture, looking down at
the slave like a noble queen. She was a little plump, with an ordinary appearance, quite fitting her requirements.

"Massage your feet," Taozi commanded coldly. Her high heels were a bit tight today; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken
them .

"Thank you for your kindness, Master. This servant obeys." Just like the palace etiquette in dramas, the slave kowtowed in gratitude,
then gently massaged Taozi's silk-stockinged feet. Her technique was excellent, and Taozi found it quite comfortable.

Enjoying her foot massage, Taozi pondered to herself. Zhao Yuehong had acted so
arrogantly . If she also sought help from Sister Xue, could she resolve her current troubles? Anyway, Zhang Biantai
was unlikely to break ties with Hu Pingping because of his son and former father-in-law. Rather than that,
it was better to strike first; it was better than a nightmare coming true.

Hmm? Why are my feet wet? Taozi suddenly felt something warm and damp. Looking down, she saw that the female slave was secretly
licking her toes. What audacity! She kicked her, cursing, "You dog,
how dare you lick your master's feet without permission!"

The female slave was kicked so hard she fell flat on her face, hurriedly kowtowing and begging for mercy, "This servant deserves to die! It's just that master's
feet are too beautiful, this servant couldn't help herself..."

"Beautiful feet? Hehehe..." Peach was amused, her silk-stockinged feet rubbing against the angry slave's nose, wriggling. Stockings worn for two
or three days would surely have a bit of an odor, but the female slave was completely captivated, sniffing incessantly.

"Hehe, you're really shameless." Peach simply took off the stockings and put them over the female slave's head, then took off her clothes
and skirt, leaving her only in her underwear and thong for a light-hearted approach.

The reason she chose the female slave was naturally because of that dream; Peach planned to
vent all her anger and hatred towards Hu Pingping on this female slave—with her full and powerful thighs.

"Climb on." Peach leaned against the headboard, spreading her legs to trap the female slave's head between them. Imagining
that the person before her was Hu Pingping, she was consumed by rage. She straightened her legs, hooked her ankles together, and clamped them tightly around the slave girl's neck.

Women are ultimately no stronger than men. Under the pressure of her rock-hard leg muscles,
Peach could still see the slave girl's face quickly turn red with pain through the thin flesh-colored stockings. This was just the beginning. After
days and nights of binding and clamping Zhang Biantai, and with her recent diligent training, Peach's leg strength had already made a qualitative leap. This
clamping force was less than half of her usual strength.

"That damned old woman, she dares to bother me in her dreams!" Peach became angrier the more she thought about it. She clamped her thighs tighter and tighter, and even
pressed the slave girl's head hard against her genitals, using the additional clamping force from the contraction of her gluteal muscles to tighten her throat, in order to achieve a more complete
suffocation effect. However, this slave girl was obviously used to having her neck bound by legs. Although she felt unbearably suffocated and her face
began to turn purple, she still managed to hold on.

"Old woman! I'll crush you, you old woman!" Peach screamed, fantasizing about clamping Hu Pingping between
her legs . Reason gradually faded, and more and more pleasure surged up. This feeling of not having to consider the consequences was extremely
pleasurable. She hadn't experienced this feeling since crushing Huang Mao and Mei Zi to death.

"Hu Pingping, I'll never forgive you!" Peach suddenly thrust her waist forward, bending her right leg back to clamp tightly around the female slave's neck, and
using the back of her left knee to hook her right ankle. The carotid artery constriction instantly turned into a four-character constriction, and a huge and crazy pressure surged towards the female slave like
a tidal wave .

The female slave's face immediately contorted. It was the first time she had encountered Peach clamping her so tightly, and even with her rich experience,
she couldn't help but be afraid. Of course, as a slave, she dared not resist too much and could only do some futile actions, such as trying to pry open Peach
's thighs. Because the position changed so quickly, there was almost no gap to breathe. The dizziness caused by lack of oxygen became more and more
intense, and the female slave gradually rolled her eyes back. Her whole body was like a puddle of mud, with only her head being supported by the clamp.
The pressure on her neck disappeared, and she breathed a sigh of relief, lying on the bed panting, naively believing her master
had taken pity on her. In reality, Peach simply wanted to change positions—her favorite.

The slave girl breathed greedily, the feeling of oxygen circulating in her lungs was wonderful. Suddenly,
a huge object appeared before her, obscuring her vision—a pear-shaped, snow-white, plump bottom. Peach straddled
her, burying her head as deep as possible between her legs, while her two strong, powerful thighs slowly closed
, using the soft base of her thighs to tightly grip her neck from both sides. Even before applying force, a considerable
pressure was already created. This was Peach's most skilled and terrifying strangulation technique—the 69 twist.

The 69 twist, naturally, was the same position as the 69 during sex; its advantage was that the person being squeezed had no way to break free.
Unless the difference in strength is too great (I know this all too well after being strangled by my wife →_ →). It's well known
that the ankle is a crucial part for executing a powerful and deadly scissor leg. When one person clamps another
's neck, straightens their legs as much as possible, and then hooks their ankles tightly together, the leverage principle converts leg strength
into an inward clamping force. The longer the leg, the longer the lever arm, and the stronger the clamping
force. However, due to the 69 position, the person being clamped can only pry open the other's thighs, which is utterly futile. This is only
one factor; to unleash the maximum power of the 69 strangler, the legs and buttocks must be combined. Having full,
powerful thighs and plump, round buttocks exponentially increases the power of the scissor leg, making it easy to crush someone to death
.

For this female slave, perhaps the greatest misfortune was encountering Peach, a
python woman who enjoys achieving orgasm by strangling her prey…

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