Humiliation at a deserted temple

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On an autumn night, in the Shenliwei Marquis's residence in the capital, the three members of the Shenliwei family—the old Marquis, his wife, and
Prince Yu—sat in the living room. The atmosphere was solemn; all the servants had been dismissed, clearly indicating that something unusual was
happening . The three members of the Fu family

wore grave expressions, while a middle-aged beauty knelt before them. This was Hu Fenglou, Fu Yuling's wife. She was referred to as a middle-aged woman because of her attire, not
her appearance. In terms of looks alone, she was in no way inferior to a young woman in her prime. Like her
clothing, she possessed unparalleled elegance and refined beauty; even from the short section of her exposed neck and her
snow-white hands, one could tell that she had jade-like skin and icy complexion, untouched by worldly concerns, like a celestial being
descended to earth. She possessed a captivating majesty

, not an affectation, but a naturally emanating air of noble grace. Her eyes, like pools of autumn water, were not only
filled with great wisdom but also shone with a holy radiance, almost too beautiful to look directly at. The middle-aged beauty had long, flowing hair that reached her waist
, and wore a close-fitting, snow-white dress. The white was soft and translucent; anyone with a discerning eye could tell it
was the finest silk, a tribute presented to the imperial palace annually by the Jiangsu Imperial Textile Bureau.

The Fu family had always treated this daughter-in-law with utmost respect, yet today they showed no courtesy to the kneeling, celestial-like girl
, indicating that the situation was extraordinary.

The old Marquis, nearing the end of his life, had a somber face and helpless eyes. Fu Yuling, already over forty,
was unusually gentle and protective of his wife, glaring resentfully at her kneeling form.

Hu Fenglou, pale-faced, also revealed a hint of helplessness in his piercing gaze.

The old Marquis sighed deeply, his voice low and somber, "Alas... Fenglou, the Fu family has wronged you. Even if it's just for
Xiaoling's sake, as long as the Fu family has a lineage, the Fu family will be eternally grateful to you."

Hu Fenglou remained as calm as ever, "Father, your daughter-in-law knows her mistake. I will take responsibility for my actions and will never
implicate my husband's family..."

Prince Yu was furious, "You are no longer a member of the Fu family, don't call yourself your daughter-in-law anymore!"

Hu Fenglou raised her breathtakingly beautiful eyes, glanced apologetically at her husband, lowered her head, and still
spoke softly and calmly, "It is Yuling. Fenglou is very sorry. The Fu family has been distinguished for generations, and we cannot allow it to
be ruined because of Fenglou's momentary lapse of judgment. Xiaoling is still my son, and I know what I should do."

After speaking, she knelt before the old Marquis and his wife, "Father, Mother, please allow me to address you
both as such one last time. Your daughter-in-law is unworthy, and I forgive my inability to serve you both and fulfill my filial duties. From now on, please do not worry about Fenglou."
After speaking, she resolutely stood up, moved swiftly, and slipped out the door.

The resentment on Prince Yu's face vanished, replaced by a sudden, mournful cry: "Fenglou, come back! I'll go beg the Emperor!"
With that, he moved with lightning speed, about to leap out of the hall.

The old Marquis shouted, "Yu Ling, don't be so presumptuous!"

Two men in black simultaneously blocked the doorway: "Marquis, please stop."

Prince Yu trembled, remembering the imperial decree ordering him to reflect on his actions behind closed doors. He abruptly stopped, standing at the door
. The two men in black at the door were immediately filled with admiration for Prince Yu's effortless skill. They thought to themselves: "Fortunately,
the Marquis and his wife are acting on imperial orders; otherwise, none of us would be a match for them." Looking at
Hu Fenglou, beautiful as a fairy, pale yet calmly standing under the brightly lit torches, they couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate. Everyone in the capital
knew that Madam Fu's skill surpassed even that of the Marquis. The other two men in black squatted down, and with two sharp clicks, heavy iron shackles

were fastened onto Hu Fenglou's delicate ankles .
Then, they rose and placed an iron chain around Hu Fenglou's jade-like neck. With a "click," a
heavy lock fastened around Fenglou's neck. Next, the two men each grabbed one of Hu Fenglou's arms, tightly binding the chain
around them. They then twisted Hu Fenglou's arms behind her back, crossed them, and secured them with the chain, finally
locking Fenglou's wrists to the chain around her neck.

A burly man in black walked up to Ji Gang, the leader of the Blood Droplets, glanced at the furious Lord Fu,
and bowed, saying, "Lord Ji, Madam Fu—no, this woman is highly skilled in martial arts, her power is extraordinary. I'm afraid this restraint
is nothing to her."

Ji Gang glanced at Fu Yuling standing beside him: "Oh, is that so?"

Fu Yuling almost couldn't resist making a move.

At this moment, Hu Fenglou's gentle and calm voice rang out: "Lord Ji, how dare I, Fenglou, disregard the law? Since I willingly
submit to being bound, I will certainly accept the beating and punishment!"

Ji Gang had been waiting for these words from Hu Fenglou. He looked at the Jade Prince, whose fists were clenched, and coldly said,
"Since you understand the law, I am relieved." With a wave of his hand, his men dragged Hu Fenglou away, quickly
heading towards .

Hu Fenglou had never suffered such humiliation in her life. With her current skill, she could easily defeat not only these dozen or so men
in black , but even a thousand soldiers. However, for the sake of her husband's family, she could only endure this humiliation. The iron shackles on her feet
were less than a foot long. After only a few steps, Fenglou couldn't keep up with the man in black.
She stumbled lost her balance, and was dragged out of the mansion. One of her white satin embroidered shoes fell to the ground…

Prince Yu was heartbroken. Suppressing his impulse, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to the one-armed Ji Gang outside the door: “Prince Ji,
my wife …”

Ji Gang interrupted Fu Yuling, saying, “Lord Fu, you have already written a letter of divorce. You cannot address the criminal in such a way. Furthermore,
if Your Highness wishes to plead for the criminal, I am afraid I cannot comply.”

He then walked to the entrance of the living room, knelt on one knee, and supported himself with his only arm: “I
am acting under imperial decree. If I have offended you, please forgive me, Lord Marquis and Young Marquis.” Without waiting for the reactions of the three members of the Fu family,
he rose and strode away, his face filled with venom.

Ji Gang brought out the imperial decree, and the Shenliwei Marquis family immediately deflated. The old Marquis and his wife wept bitterly.
The old Marquis sighed repeatedly, "What a misfortune for our family! Such a calamity! What a wonderful daughter-in-law! Alas, the Fu family is finished..."

But neither the old nor the young Marquis knew that another pair of eyes were secretly watching everything unfold. He was
Fu Yuling and Hu Fenglou's only son, the young Marquis Fu Xiaoling. In his eyes, there was no sadness for his mother's misfortune, no
resentment towards Ji Gang and his ilk, not even a trace of pity.

Looking at his mother, tightly chained, his tiger-like eyes were filled with wicked desire. His heart pounded wildly, and he
pressed his hand hard against his crotch, muttering, "So this is how alluring Mother is when she's bound. It's a pity I have no chance..."
He murmured, then suddenly turned and ran towards the backyard...

Outside the Marquis's mansion gate, a group of men in black held torches, and a wooden cage prison cart, half a person's height, was parked there.

Hu Fenglou, dressed in white and missing an embroidered shoe, was dragged to the prison cart, the heavy shackles clanking.
Before she could think, she was shoved into a wooden cage.

The cage was so low that Hu Fenglou could only kneel inside. A wooden yoke covered the cage, binding her snow-
white neck. Under the torchlight, Hu Fenglou, bound by chains, remained elegant, showing no sign
of distress. Though pale, her face was calm. She forcefully suppressed the tears welling in her beautiful eyes, silently thinking,
"Guo Huai, this is probably fate, it's what I owe you..."

"Put a gag on the wanted criminal! Blindfold him!" Ji Gang roared viciously. He did this so that the Fu family members
inside could hear. A man in black jumped onto the carriage, pinched Hu Fenglou's cheek without explanation, and
shoved a wooden stick with chains on both sides into her mouth, wedging it between her two rows of neat teeth. Then,
he tightened the chains behind her neck and locked it with an iron lock. A black cloth strip was tightly bound to
Hu Fenglou's captivatingly beautiful eyes.

The group of men in black then drove the prison cart slowly away. Hu Fenglou could no longer hold back her tears, which soaked
the black cloth covering her eyes…

After an unknown amount of time, the prison cart stopped at an abandoned temple halfway up the mountain. Hu Fenglou was
dragged from the cart, and two men supported her, pulling her into a side hall.

The three men arrived at a wall inside the hall, which silently opened, revealing a secret passage. Hu Fenglou was dragged
inside. The passage led deep underground, and the three men descended the steps, the iron shackles on Hu Fenglou's feet dragging on the ground with a harsh
clanging sound.

The two men groped Hu Fenglou along the way; with such a beautiful woman in their arms, wouldn't it be a waste not to take
advantage of ?

Hu Fenglou was dragged in, her other embroidered shoe pulled off her jade-like anklet, and even her white silk
stockings were half-pulled down, leaving her snow-white ankles half-exposed and painfully chafed by the iron shackles, though thankfully not yet
broken. These things meant nothing to Hu Fenglou. Having convinced her husband and in-laws to write her
a letter of divorce, willing to exchange her body for the safety of the Fu family, she cared little for physical suffering.

Now, sandwiched between two burly men, her breasts and buttocks—a woman's private area—were violated by them.
Even through her clothes, Fenglou felt unclean. With her fierce spirit, she almost wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide. But she couldn't!
She knew: the current emperor's throne was secure, and he no longer feared the Guo, Hu, and Fu families.

This investigation into her for defying the imperial decree and assisting the Guo family wasn't directed at her, Hu Fenglou. Rather, it was an opportunity to strike at or even
eliminate the Fu and Hu families. Especially Ji Gang, whose arm had been cut off by Guo Yanxia and whose beauty, Wu Gou, had been taken from him, harbored deep resentment.
Naturally, Ji Gang's anger was directed at those who assisted Guo Yanxia. Hu Fenglou was precisely the
one who had contributed the most to Guo Yanxia's cause and obstructed the officials the most, so Ji Gang's resentment towards Hu Fenglou was particularly intense, and he wanted to vent his anger on him.

Hu Fenglou could not die, nor dared she die. Otherwise, if Ji Gang could not humiliate Hu Fenglou, it would certainly be detrimental to the Fu family. This
was the reason why Fenglou had endured so much humiliation and forced herself to remain silent since the Fu family was captured.

Hu Fenglou was forced to kneel on the ground again, and the blindfold and gag were removed. Her cheeks ached from being stretched by the gag,
and her beautiful eyes could not immediately adapt to the glaring light. Someone came over; one pulled Hu
Fenglou head to tilt upwards, while another pried open her cherry lips and poured a cup of slightly sweet and sour medicine down her throat.

Hu Fenglou felt a heat rising in her dantian, and her internal energy surged through her limbs and bones. Then, her dantian felt empty, and her internal energy was no longer under her
control . She understood: what she had just taken was a medicine that dispersed her internal energy. This was actually unnecessary. Since Hu Fenglou had
confessed and accepted her punishment, why would she rely on her martial arts skills to resist in prison?

Someone came and removed the restraints from Hu Fenglou, and her eyes adjusted to the indoor lighting.

This was an interrogation room. She was about to pull up her loose silk stockings and cover the clothes that had been torn open by the two men who
had escorted when they groped her, when two men dressed as prison guards, one fat and one thin, came to her side.

"Take off your clothes!" the fat man said slowly and softly, his voice neither male nor female.

Hu
Fenglou .

"Take them off!" the thin man said, also neither male nor female, his tone sinister.

Hearing this, Hu Fenglou felt a chill run down her spine. She gritted her teeth and began to loosen her belt.

Hu Fenglou took off her clothes, leaving only her undergarments and trousers, and looked up at the two men. The fat man continued to coldly
observe her: "Keep taking them off! Not a single piece can be left behind." His tone remained chilling.

Hu Fenglou hesitated for a moment before finally reaching out to unfasten the clasp of her undergarment.

Hu Fenglou was now only wearing a bodice, her snow-white, smooth arms, full, glistening legs, and flawless,
translucent jade feet particularly alluring under the light. However, the fat and thin men's gazes remained menacingly fixed on Hu Fenglou
on the ground .

Hu Fenglou hesitated before removing the bodice, her breasts standing erect and alluring.

Even her husband, Fu Yuling, had never seen Hu Fenglou naked. Such a perfect body would stir the heart of any woman,
let . But the fat and thin men remained unmoved.

"Remove the headdress!" the fat man said menacingly.

Hu Fenglou had no choice but to use her hands, which had been covering her breasts and vulva, to remove the headdress one by one, letting her long, flowing hair cascade down
her waist.

"Lie down," the fat man said, pointing to a torture table.

Hu Fenglou glared at the two men, one fat and one thin, with shame and anger. They returned her cold, menacing gazes.

Finally, Hu Fenglou lowered her eyes, her delicate face and even her jade-like neck flushed red as she stood up . One hand covered her tender breasts,
the other her pubic hair, and with a mixture of humiliation and helplessness, she walked to the execution platform. Using her snow-white, soft hand
to support herself , she slowly lay down.

The platform was smooth and cold. Hu Fenglou's jade-like skin shivered as it touched it. She didn't know
what kind of torture or humiliation awaited her. Thinking of this, her usually calm heart
pounded

wildly, and her beautiful body instinctively tightened. Seeing the stunningly beautiful Hu Fenglou lying helplessly on her back on the execution platform, the two men
slowly approached. Without a word, they fastened two iron hoops around
Hu Fenglou's neck and waist.

One man grabbed Hu Fenglou's wrist, which was covering her breasts, while the other grasped the wrist covering her vulva,
examining it closely.

Hu Fenglou cried out in shame, instinctively trying to break free from their cold hands, but to no avail.
Their hands were as cold as iron, gripping Hu Fenglou's wrists like two iron hoops. Under the lamplight,
they carefully examined every finger of Hu Fenglou's, then checked her arms to see if she showed any resistance.
The two men then shackled Hu Fenglou's wrists with iron shackles and fastened them to an iron chain below her head.

Next, they bent down and grasped Hu Fenglou's ankles, examining her
toes as carefully as if they were fingers, then meticulously inspecting her long, straight calves and full, lustrous thighs. They then
spread her knees apart and locked iron shackles above them.

These shackles were not connected by chains, but by a two-foot-long iron rod. Hu Fenglou's knees were
spread open by the iron rod, revealing her verdant vulva. Next, they locked iron chains around her ankles as well.

When the two men grasped Hu Fenglou's ankles, she began to pant. A woman's feet
are not to be touched casually, not even by her husband. Now, not only had two androgynous
strangers touched and caressed them, but each toe had been meticulously examined.

Under the four icy hands of two androgynous men, she found herself panting more and more heavily. A surge of heat
rose from her dantian, flowing through her limbs and bones, and her previously taut body suddenly became supple and boneless. Her heart pounded like a deer
's , and she
gasped for breath. A faint, delicate fragrance, like musk and orchid, wafted from Hu Fenglou's body, which was already covered in a fragrant sweat. She herself didn't know why this was happening, and she felt deeply ashamed of her weak body.

But it wasn't over yet. The four icy hands slid down her ankles to her calves, and then to her thighs. Driven
nearly mad by this unprecedented tactile stimulation, she was drawn into a hazy, dreamlike state. Her delicate body began
to tremble, and her shackled hands gripped the chains tightly, pulling them taut. Finally,
an uncontrollable moan escaped her cherry-like lips: "Mmm—" This moan jolted her awake from her dream. She felt both shame and hatred—shame and
hatred for her own weakness, being so naked on the execution platform in prison, having her boundless
desire !

But no matter her shame or hatred, she couldn't control her body, her heartbeat, or
the moan escaping from her fragrant lips! The chains on her wrists rattled as she pulled.

Suddenly, her most sensitive, most delicate place was violated: a cold finger slowly inserted itself,
rotating and bending inside her, as if searching for something. It was the fat man's finger. At the same time, a needle-like pain shot through her
pubic area, a pain that vanished in an instant. The skinny man
skillfully plucked away her soft pubic hair with his nimble fingers .

At this moment, Hu Fenglou felt no shame, no humiliation. Her body writhed, her legs
strained , and even the fat man's fingers could feel it—because her vulva was clenching tightly.

The fat man and the skinny man exchanged a glance and nodded in satisfaction. The fat man withdrew his fingers, while the skinny man's fingers
moved faster . The fat man slowly inserted his fingers into her slightly parted cherry lips, smearing and swirling them on her pink tongue.
Her nectar clung to his fingers.

Only when the fat man felt that she had licked the nectar off his fingers did he withdraw them,
wiping them a few times on her slightly dry cherry lips before turning and picking up a wooden bucket.

With a splash, a bucket of icy water was poured over Hu Fenglou. After Hu Fenglou screamed, the
clanking stopped, the moans from her cherry lips ceased, and only her panting and the dripping of water remained in the room.
Hu Fenglou slumped onto the execution platform, shame and humiliation filling her heart once more. A blush crept across her delicate face and
neck, and she tightly closed her phoenix eyes.

The thin man had finished his work and was watching the fat man. The fat man nodded, and the two immediately stepped forward, turning
Hu Fenglou 's boneless body over.

The thin man pressed his body against Hu Fenglou's legs, his hands on her full buttocks,
spreading them apart. The fat man's fingers slid back and forth on Hu Fenglou's anus, and only after seeing her
legs, pressed against the thin man's body, straighten did he slowly insert his fingers.

Hu Fenglou let out another long, proud moan, the chains rattling. Hu Fenglou couldn't tell if she was extremely ashamed,
or...

The fat man was satisfied with Hu Fenglou's reaction. He withdrew his fingers and then inserted them into Hu Fenglou's cherry lips again.

The pungent smell made Hu Fenglou want to vomit, but she was powerless to resist; the fat man held her cheeks,
preventing .

The two finally removed Hu Fenglou from the execution platform and removed all the shackles from her limbs.
When they released her, Hu Fenglou was exhausted and collapsed weakly to the ground.

The fat and thin men lifted the limp Hu Fenglou, dragged her into a cell, placed her on a wooden bed, and chained
her wrists and ankles with the iron chains on the bed before turning to leave.

The sound of their footsteps finally faded. Hu Fenglou could no longer bear the humiliation and sorrow in her heart; pearly
tears welled up and gradually soaked her disheveled long hair…

[The End]

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