Hu Sanniang

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As mentioned earlier, Fang Mian, like Wang Ying, was no saint. He had long harbored ill intentions upon seeing Hu Sanniang's beauty. Moreover, Liangshan and Fang La had once been heroes of the outlaw world, yet they were aiding the court in harming their comrades—something utterly intolerable in the martial arts world. Therefore, whatever means of revenge he used would not invite criticism.
Fang Mian ordered his men to bring Hu Sanniang from prison and immediately take her to his tent. Although captured, Hu Sanniang possessed a naturally heroic nature; bound hand and foot, she stood rather than kneeled. Fang Mian was not angry with her, for he was not bringing her in for interrogation, but to execute her.
"Yi Zhang Qing, you've been captured by me today. Do you submit or not?"
"It's just that my skills are inferior. Do as you please."
"Do as you please? Fine. I've long heard of Yi Zhang Qing's beauty, enough to shame the moon and flowers. Seeing her today, I can attest to it. My Emperor has already decreed that you be torn to pieces, but before the execution, I'd like to have a good taste of this world-renowned Yi Zhang Qing."
"Bah! You lecherous scoundrel, how dare you!"
"Now that you're in my hands, what wouldn't you dare?" "
Lecherous scoundrel, don't even think about it! I, Yi Zhang Qing, swear to die rather than be dishonored."
"Not dishonored? Even a woodcutter's wife dares to claim chastity?" These were insults directed at "Yi Zhang Qing." It turns out that before being captured and taken to Liangshan, Hu Sanniang had a marriage agreement with Zhu Yongqing of the Zhu Family Village. Although they weren't married, according to ancient customs, unless the man's family broke off the engagement, a woman marrying another was considered unchaste, even if she remarried. Wang Ying knew this, but he was drawn to Hu Sanniang's beauty and didn't care. However, it was never a glorious thing for a woman, so when Fang Mian scolded her, Hu Sanniang's face turned bright red, but she had no words to reply.
"Yi Zhang Qing, you are a famous beauty in the world, but don't think of yourself as a famous hero. Today I will show you that a woman is a woman, and a hen can never become a phoenix." After saying this, Fang Mian stepped down from behind the desk, ordered his men to drag Hu Sanniang to the gate outside the tent, and took her from the soldiers. He grabbed her braid with one hand, making her unable to move, and ordered his men to find some bedding to spread on the ground: "I want all the brothers in the camp to see that the famous Yi Zhang Qing is nothing but a small worm."
After the bedding was laid out, and seeing that the soldiers who had come to watch the show had also arrived, Fang Mian still held Hu Sanniang's braid with one hand, but untied her ropes with the other. He wanted everyone to know that Fang Mian didn't need to be tied up to play with "One-Zhang-Qing"
(a type of martial arts technique). Hu Sanniang, however, didn't think so. Seeing Fang Mian untie her ropes, she secretly rejoiced: "You've brought this upon yourself, so don't blame me." Once the ropes were off, her hands and feet were free, and she didn't resist. She secretly stretched her numb hands, then gathered her strength and grabbed at Fang Mian's crotch. She thought that with her martial arts skills, this grab would be as easy as smashing an egg, at least he wouldn't be able to rape her. But when she grabbed, she grasped nothing. Just as she was wondering what was going on, Fang Mian's legs had already clamped her hand tightly, and she couldn't pull it back.
"What? Can't wait to be fucked?"
It turned out that Fang Mian had practiced an Iron Crotch Kung Fu since childhood. At the ninth level, this skill allowed him to retract his testicles into his abdomen. Without his scrotum visible, Hu Sanniang couldn't grab him, but she found herself in a predicament. Her right hand was trapped between his legs, making it seem as if she were trying to touch his penis—a truly embarrassing situation. Fang Mian, however, wouldn't let her off the
hook. He reached over and grabbed her hand, forcefully pressing it against his penis between his legs, then clamped it firmly between his thighs. As the saying goes, "In literature, there is no first place; in martial arts, there is no second." In martial arts, even the slightest difference is unacceptable, especially since Hu Sanniang was far inferior to Fang Mian. With her hand trapped, Hu Sanniang felt as if she were being squeezed by two iron pillars, the pain excruciating. She couldn't pull her hand away, and being forced to grasp that fleshy penis—which was truly large and hard—made Hu Sanniang's heart pound, while her face flushed crimson with shame. Without that hand, it was as if a door had opened in front of Hu Sanniang. Fang Mian grabbed her hair, forcing her to face him, and then reached for her chest with his other hand. "One-Zhang-Qing" frantically tried to block with her remaining left hand, but his strength was too great, and it was completely ineffective. She finally understood the vast difference between herself and Fang Mian. When she completely lost confidence in her own abilities, tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried like a bullied child. While crying, she desperately kicked and punched Fang Mian with her still-free left hand and both feet.
Although "One-Zhang-Qing" was a martial artist, and while a single punch might not kill an ox, it should be enough to injure someone. But hitting Fang Mian was like hitting an iron tower; it couldn't hurt him in the slightest. He didn't even dodge, letting her kick and punch him, just like an adult grabbing a naughty child.
After a while, Hu Sanniang finally realized that it was all in vain. She was discouraged, stopped fighting, and stood there in despair, at his mercy. At this moment, Fang Mian got excited.
"You little slut, hit me! Why did you stop? Tired? Then it's my turn to hit you."
After saying that, Fang Mian grabbed Hu Sanniang's left hand, pulled it over her head, and placed it in his left hand that was holding her braid. With his right hand, he grabbed her right hand that had been trapped between his legs and twisted it, forcing Hu Sanniang to turn around and face away from Fang Mian. Then, Fang Mian released her hand, raised his large, fan-like palm, and began to slap Hu Sanniang's round buttocks. The feeling of "One-Zhang-Qing" being hit by Fang Mian was different from when she hit Fang Mian. It really hurt. She twisted and turned and desperately tried to dodge, like a child being scolded by an adult, which drew bursts of laughter from the soldiers watching the spectacle. Hu Sanniang knew that she looked really humiliated, but she was no match for him and was controlled at every turn, so there was nothing she could do.
As the beating continued and Hu Sanniang began to adapt to the pain, Fang Mian felt he had had enough. He turned "One-Zhang-Qing" around, reached out and grabbed her collar. Hu Sanniang hurriedly used her right hand to protect her collar, trying with all her might to pry the man's hand off, but the difference in strength was too great. Her face turned purple, but she couldn't budge him an inch. Fang Mian simply tugged, and "One-Zhang-Qing's" shirt was torn to shreds. Fang Mian wasn't finished yet; he wanted to make her lose even more miserably. He simply released her left hand as well, grabbing only her braid. Fighting two hands with one was more than enough. "One-Zhang-Qing" cried, shouted, jumped, and twisted, but he still managed to tear her shirt off. Then, he grabbed her bra and ripped it off amidst her desperate struggle.
Hu Sanniang completely collapsed. She stopped resisting, only covering her exposed breasts with both hands while crying and begging Fang Mian to kill her quickly. But how could he let her die before achieving his goal?
Fang Mian continued to pull off Hu Sanniang's pants, then grabbed her by the hair and lifted her up, removing her shoes and socks. "One-Zhang-Qing" was truly naked, being carried around without a trace of skin, utterly disgraceful. Fang Mian threw the stripped Hu Sanniang onto the bedding, no longer pulling her braid. Hu Sanniang was so desperate that she didn't even bother to move, lying sprawled out, letting Fang Mian cover her two erect breasts with his large hands, rubbing and kneading them to his heart's content.
Seeing that "One-Zhang-Qing" was obedient, Fang Mian finally took a closer look at this renowned female general. "One-Zhang-Qing"
debuted at fifteen, married Wang Ying at eighteen or nineteen, and is now twenty-four or twenty-five, yet childless—the prime of a woman's life. She was slightly taller than most women, with long, straight, pink legs; her body was neither too fat nor too thin, her skin as white and delicate as snow; without makeup, her small face was fair with a rosy glow, and with tears welling in her eyes, she resembled a pear blossom in the rain, exceptionally beautiful; two red nipples on her chest and a patch of dark hair below her abdomen, all made more
alluring against her jade-like skin. After fiddling with her chest for a while, Fang Mian turned his head to look at "One-Zhang-Qing's" private parts. The two thick, hairy labia were quite arousing, so he stood up, unbuttoned his robe, and revealed a fleshy spear. My God, that thing was as thick and long as a child's arm! Hu Sanniang trembled upon seeing it. Why? If Wang Ying had such a gun, "Yi Zhang Qing" would both love and fear it. But since it was on Fang Mian's body, she was only afraid. She dared not love it, or at least dared not allow herself to love it. But just thinking about the feeling of that thing being inserted... she squeezed her beautiful legs tightly together, and a clear stream gushed out from there.
Fang Mian liked to do it from behind, so he flipped her over. Her round, plump buttocks were now red and covered in large handprints. Fang Mian spread her legs apart, reached between her legs and pulled her up from under her stomach, making her buttocks stick out a little. He knelt on one knee and thrust his little rod into her flower core. Hu Sanniang let out a strange cry. That thing was too thick, too stimulating. She wanted not to show even a trace of sexual desire, but she couldn't resist such a huge object. Fang
Mian was a little tired from playing with her earlier, so he didn't bother to put in too much effort. He used his body weight to thrust his big rod from top to bottom five or six hundred times, and then roared as he shot a stream of warm, sticky fluid directly into Hu Sanniang's uterus. You can imagine what it felt like to have such a small rod inside her. Hu Sanniang cried out as many times as Fang Mian thrust in.
Fang Mian stood up from her with satisfaction and waved to the crowd: "Don't make a scene. This 'One-Zhang-Qing' is a Liangshan bandit, and we have a deep-seated hatred for her. So, before she dies, she should serve you all. But don't kill her. She'll be executed later. You all wait a while until the central army has drawn lots. Those who draw lots can enjoy this female bandit, and the rest can go to the execution ground to watch the excitement."
The soldiers didn't have Fang Mian's skills and didn't dare to play with Hu Sanniang like he did. So, when they took over, they first tied up One-Zhang-Qing before taking turns. Although One-Zhang-Qing was a military general, skilled in fists and weapons, it didn't mean she was skilled in her private parts. She was soft flesh, just tighter than an ordinary woman, which made the soldiers howl with pleasure, while those who couldn't have her looked on with longing. But even the most pitiful couldn't compare to the plight of Hu Sanniang, the most beautiful woman in Liangshan Marsh. A group of ravenous soldiers nearly ravaged her genitals. And that wasn't enough; most hadn't had their fill of a feast. If they wouldn't let her have sex, they wouldn't even let her touch them! So, "One-Zhang-Qing" was carried or hoisted to various camps by these soldiers. Thousands of hands roamed over her smooth skin, hundreds of eyes gnawed at her honeyed orifice hidden by dark hair, stripping Hu Sanniang of all her dignity.
"One-Zhang-Qing" wasn't a wife, nor a prostitute, but a female prisoner. So, although the men wanted to play with her for a few more days and couldn't bear to kill her, she was still a prisoner, and a death row inmate at that, and ultimately, she had to die.
Before sending "One-Zhang-Qing" to the execution ground, Fang Mian put on another erotic performance in front of his soldiers. He still grabbed Hu Sanniang's beautiful braid and then untied her ropes. This time, Hu Sanniang knew she was no match for Fang Mian, so she didn't struggle. Fang Mian grabbed the braid and turned Hu Sanniang around, forcing her to kneel. He used his other hand to pull her buttocks up, then knelt on one knee himself and penetrated her from behind. At this moment, Fang Mian put Hu Sanniang's braid in his mouth and bit it, grabbing her delicate ankles with both hands. He swayed and stood up, like pushing a wheelbarrow, effectively lifting her "one-zhang-qing" (a nickname for Hu Sanniang) onto his waist. Hu Sanniang never imagined a man's penis could be so hard. Although she was a light woman, she still weighed at least eighty or ninety pounds, and he could lift her into the air with that thing. On the contrary, half of Hu Sanniang's weight was concentrated on her soft opening, and the immense pressure brought her extremely intense stimulation, causing her to uncontrollably moan. Amidst the cheers of the soldiers, Fang Mian lowered Hu Sanniang's legs, then held her snow-white buttocks with both hands and thrust a thousand times before finally ejaculating.
For Hu Sanniang, death would have been the best outcome, but they wouldn't let her die so easily. Such a beautiful woman couldn't be allowed to die in vain; being paraded naked through the streets was an unavoidable procedure. Fang Mian's soldiers were quite adept at this. They nailed a wooden peg to the saddle of Hu Sanniang's own horse, then helped the bound "One-Zhang-Qing" onto it, her vulva facing the peg as she sat down. The horse was trained and walked smoothly, but it was a matter of degree. Without the peg, it would certainly be smooth, but the horse's back still swayed as it walked, causing the peg to swing in circles, left and right, making Hu Sanniang extremely uncomfortable. Unfortunately, that thing was a woman's nemesis, leaving her nowhere to hide or escape. Her vaginal fluids soaked a large area of the saddle, giving the onlookers plenty of gossip.
The execution ground wasn't set up in the usual marketplace, but rather in the West Training Ground. As soon as Hu Sanniang arrived, she sensed something was wrong. In the center of the training ground stood a huge iron cauldron, nearly five feet in diameter and five feet deep. A crossbeam supported it two feet above, and next to it was a door-shaped wooden frame. Around the cauldron were two piles of firewood, weighing two to three thousand catties.
"One-Zhang-Qing" (Hu Sanniang's nickname) could no longer expect a quick death. Fang Mian had already arrived at the execution ground and was waiting by the cauldron. When Hu Sanniang arrived, he personally lifted her off her horse, carrying her like a chick to the wooden frame. He made her stand on the ground and tied her long braid to the crossbeam. Then, he crossed and tied her ankles together, pulled the rope up, wrapped it behind her neck, binding her into a ball of flesh. Her beautiful legs were wrapped around her body, exposing her genitals, and she was suspended from the beam only by her braid.
A soldier handed over a large bamboo pump filled with cold water. Fang Mian inserted the thin bamboo tube at the end of the pump into "One-Zhang-Qing's" anus, and then slowly poured the cold water into Hu Sanniang's stomach. This was the first time Hu Sanniang had suffered like this. The cold water poured back into her stomach from her anus, making gurgling noises, stretching her originally flat abdomen until it swelled up, causing her excruciating pain like diarrhea. After a while, she felt a strong urge to defecate. Although "One-Zhang-Qing" felt extremely ashamed, she did not deliberately control herself. As the pump was pulled out, she let the foul-smelling excrement mixed with the clear water spray out, simultaneously emptying her bladder.
Fang Mian gave Hu Sanniang a second enema before washing her entire body with clean water and soapberry.
The soldiers then handed over three wooden sticks in turn. The first two were a foot long and 1.5 inches thick. Fang Mian inserted them into Hu Sanniang's anus and vagina, respectively. The last one, only as thick as a human index finger, was inserted into "One-Zhang-Qing's" urethra. Few had ever experienced the taste of this last one. Hu Sanniang, who had been silent until now, let out a miserable "Aow!" from the pain of this final insertion. These three wooden sticks were specially ordered by Fang Mian from the soldiers. They were made of Sichuan pepper wood. Fang Mian intended to boil Hu Sanniang alive for his meat, so these three sticks were added to prevent her own filth from mixing into the soup, and also to enhance the flavor.
Fang Mian then pinched Hu Sanniang's buttocks with great interest before personally grabbing her by her braid and lifting her into the pot. The pot was filled with water, and as soon as Hu Sanniang entered, the water level naturally rose. When the water level was just above Hu Sanniang's shoulders, Fang Mian tied her braid to the crossbeam above the iron pot. The soldiers poured maltose, rice wine, and salt into the pot, along with various seasonings such as scallions, ginger, garlic, cardamom, and nutmeg. Hu Sanniang knew she was going to be boiled alive as soon as she arrived at the execution ground. Now, seeing them adding various seasonings to the pot, she realized they were going to eat her. She also understood why Fang Mian had been so interested in touching her buttocks earlier—he was checking if they were plump enough.
Needless to say, what flesh on a woman's body could be better than her buttocks? Thinking of this, Hu Sanniang felt even more humiliated and terrified, and tears welled up in her eyes again. Fang Mian then pried open Hu Sanniang's mouth and forced a metal funnel into it before ordering the soldiers to start a fire.
The pot was large, with plenty of water, so it heated up very slowly. If she had been boiled in boiling water, she might have died instantly from the pain, but being put in cold water and slowly cooked was truly torture. At first, she only felt the water temperature slowly rising, unlike the icy cold when she first entered. But then she found the water unbearably hot, yet her hands and feet were tightly bound, and she couldn't struggle at all. After a while, she slowly began to lose consciousness, and just as she was about to feel relieved that her sins were over, Fang Mian used a funnel to pour a mouthful of cold water down her throat. As soon as the cold water entered her stomach, the chill went straight to her heart, and she immediately regained consciousness, but felt a burning pain on her skin, an excruciating pain. She began to groan, but after a few groans, she was about to faint again. Then another mouthful of cold water was poured down her
throat, and the same agony repeated. Hu Sanniang finally died about half an hour later, and the water only boiled after another cup of tea's time. Fang Mian ordered the soldiers to reduce the fire, and then went to sit and rest in the makeshift tent.
After a while, the aroma of meat wafted from the pot, and Fang Mian involuntarily swallowed. "One-Zhang-Qing" had been simmering in the pot for two hours. A soldier poked her shoulder with bamboo chopsticks, and seeing the chopsticks easily pierce the meat, he removed the firewood from under the pot.
Fang Mian personally lifted Hu Sanniang out of the pot and hung her back on the nearby rack. Because her head had been exposed and occasionally covered with a damp cloth, she was still raw, but the rest of her body was fully cooked. Her skin was slightly reddish and translucent, making her look like a large roasted chicken. A soldier brought over a vermilion lacquered tray with a sharp ox-ear knife on it. Fang Mian took the knife, removed half of Hu Sanniang's buttocks, placed it on the tray, and had the soldier carry it back to the mat tent, where he cut the buttocks into small, half-inch square pieces. Fang Mian held a wine bowl in one hand and a knife in the other. He took a sip of wine, then used the knife to fork off a piece of tender, smooth buttock meat, dipped it in minced garlic, and ate it, repeatedly exclaiming, "Good! Good! Good!..."
While Fang Mian ate and drank, the soldiers had already cut off the other half of Hu Sanniang's buttocks, leaving it for the central army camp. They carefully picked off small pieces of her beautiful flesh, placing them in several large wooden basins. They also ladled broth from the pots and ordered the soldiers of each camp to carry the basins back themselves. Once everything was done, only her skeleton and intestines remained. Fang Mian ordered her head to be cut off and displayed throughout the city. The remaining skeleton was placed in bamboo baskets and dumped into the river.

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