female thief and daughter

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In early October of the fourth year of the Yonghui era (653 AD), the weather remained unbearably hot. This damned weather was as unbearable as these damned days. Yet, in this sweltering heat, Zhang Baochai (fictional), a wealthy man from Chun'an County, didn't stay in his comfortable bedroom but instead went to the dark, damp dungeon, obviously to see the grain-stealing female thief he had captured the previous night.
Heavy footsteps echoed in the dungeon as Zhang Baochai entered. In the dimly lit torture chamber, Chen Shuozhen's hands were bound and suspended by ropes. In the dim light, her unusually full breasts, peach-like buttocks, and soft thighs, compared to other women, appeared even more alluring under the strangely shimmering light of her tight-fitting clothes.
"Hmm…" she groaned softly, struggling to open her eyes. Chen Shuozhen vaguely heard footsteps approaching and tried to lift her head to see who it was.
"You...oh..." A slight, stinging pain shot through the sensitive skin of her nipples. Chen Shuozhen struggled, only to find herself suspended and bound. Her movements aggravated the numbness in her already tormented areas, causing a sharp, agonizing pain.
Chen Shuozhen froze. She felt something stimulating her intestinal walls, and a burning pain shot through her genitals and anus from a large object inserted into them.
"Damn it..." Her legs involuntarily clenched together. Before Chen Shuozhen could even understand why she was in this state, the intense pain in her genitals and breasts returned. She opened her eyes wide, trying to see what it was. Through the blur, she seemed to see several common embroidery needles stuck in her nipples, beads of bright red blood occasionally oozing from the needle tips.
"Crack!"
"Ah!"
The dimly lit dungeon immediately echoed with the sound of a whip striking flesh, mingling with Chen Shuozhen's screams.
"Crack...crack...crack..." The whip continued to lash, mingling with Chen Shuozhen's cries. Her body swayed on the rack as she was whipped, rain, sweat, and blood splattering into the air. In the dimly lit dungeon, a gruesome scene of a beautiful, sexy woman being tortured unfolded before Zhang Baocai's eyes. He had a peculiar fetish for torturing women, finding immense excitement in the sight of beautiful women writhing and struggling under torture!
He didn't know how many lashes he had given her, but when he finally stopped, he discovered that Chen Shuozhen had already fainted from the pain.
"Splash..." Chen Shuozhen was awakened by a splash of icy water. She struggled to lift her head and watched as the man before her discarded the whip, picking up a thin iron bar, about the thickness of a chopstick, covered in terrifying barbs.
With a "whoosh...crack!" the iron bar swung up and struck Chen Shuozhen's thigh. She gritted her teeth, trying not to scream, but a soft "Ah!" still escaped from between her gaping teeth. Her body jerked backward, her head jerking upward before falling back down, her teeth still clenched. Through her torn black leggings, a bloody gash could be seen on her thigh.
"You beast!" Chen Shuozhen gritted her teeth and glared fiercely at Zhang Baocai.
"You female thief, you came to my house to steal grain and even insulted me." With that, Zhang Baocai swung the iron bar again.
"Crack!" This time it struck Chen Shuozhen's high breasts. "Ah!...You damned beast!" Chen Shuozhen's body writhed in pain, spinning half a circle before returning to its starting position. Zhang Baocai swung the iron bar several more times, panting heavily.
"Damn it, you slut. You wait," Zhang Baocai said, tossing the iron bar aside and walking away. Chen Shuozhen lowered her head weakly, looking at her body covered in wounds, blood seeping from the open cuts into her toes.
Not long after, Zhang Baochai hurriedly returned. This time, he was followed by several henchmen carrying a large bucket of burning charcoal. Given the sweltering heat, Chen Shuozhen knew exactly what Zhang Baochai intended to do. Sure
enough, Zhang Baochai pulled a red-hot branding iron from the bucket and menacingly approached Chen Shuozhen.
"Sizzle," Zhang Baochai gently placed the red-hot iron on Chen Shuozhen's snow-white inner thigh.
"Ah... um..." Chen Shuozhen groaned, her head lowered, letting out heart-wrenching screams from her nose and mouth. A wisp of smoke rose, followed by the pungent, acrid smell of burning flesh; clearly, Zhang Baochai hadn't yet inflicted fatal damage. He simply wanted Chen Shuozhen to slowly experience the torment and pain of branding.
Zhang Baocai withdrew his hand, put the used branding iron back in the bucket, and pulled out another branding iron that was already white-hot. He then fiercely branded Chen Shuozhen's high breasts. Her breasts were immediately burned and charred. "Sizzle..." Chen Shuozhen's lowered head suddenly jerked up, her long hair that had been draped over her chest was all thrown back, the muscles on her pale face were all contracted together, her brows were tightly furrowed, and her teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding. She felt the immense heat burning through her chest and through her back. She involuntarily convulsed, her chest naturally recoiled, and she twisted her body in pain. "Hmph, hmph... uh... um..." sounds kept coming out, becoming more and more rapid and louder. "Ah!" With a loud scream from Chen Shuozhen, a stream of yellow liquid gushed out from her lower body. Accompanying the liquid was a wooden octagonal figurine (an ancient name for that, it seems). Then her head tilted to the side, and Chen Shuozhen fainted again.
Zhang Baochai dragged over the charcoal bucket. Several steel rods were stuck into the roaring embers of the furnace. He took one from the fire; the tip of the rod was a red-hot branding iron. He held the iron to Chen Shuozhen's cleavage and burned it.
With a hiss, smoke rose. Chen Shuozhen, still unconscious, screamed in agony, her body convulsing. Urine gushed down her thighs, filling the dimly lit basement with a pungent, burnt smell and a fishy odor.
"Hehe," Zhang Baochai chuckled, looking at his creation. He removed Chen Shuozhen from the torture device and laid her flat on the ground, then took a small porcelain bottle from his pocket.
"Hehe, you slut, this is good stuff. I'll reward you." With that, Zhang Baochai poured the liquid from the small porcelain bottle onto Chen Shuozhen's wound. The white liquid slowly seeped into Chen Shuozhen's body, the cool, slightly soothing sensation causing the unconscious Chen Shuozhen to murmur softly. "Mmm...mmm..." Unaware that the liquid Zhang Baochai poured on her was a potent aphrodisiac made from the vaginal fluids of a prostitute mixed with special herbs,
the liquid was a dark, inky night.
In Zhang Baochai's bedroom, only a middle-aged woman slept soundly. In another bedroom, Zhang Baochai's only daughter, Zhang Cuier, had a large quilt on a sandalwood bed. The quilt was shaking slightly, emitting creaking and moaning sounds.
"Daddy, harder...don't stop, don't stop...ah..." Looking towards the sound, four legs stretched out from the edge of the blanket. The one on top was thick and strong, the one below delicate and smooth. The moment the delicate one made a slight struggle, the thick one immediately began to press down roughly. The four legs rubbed back and forth on the bed. After a while, the one on top moved a few times, then pressed down firmly, saying, "Don't move, good girl, you slutty daughter...Daddy's shooting inside..." The one below stopped moving, but its toes were pointed, trembling slightly, causing the whole bed to shake. Soon, those delicate little legs went limp and bent over the edge of the bed. Suddenly, the blanket was pulled back. The thick, strong legs belonged to Zhang Baochai. The delicate, smooth legs belonged to an eighteen-year-old girl, Zhang Baochai's daughter, Zhang Cuier. Zhang Cuier had arched eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, full breasts and a plump bottom, and skin as smooth as silk. At this moment, her delicate face was filled with allure.
At this moment, Zhang Baocai on the bed still held his daughter tightly, his thick thighs rubbing slowly between her tender legs. One hand was around her neck, while the other reached up to her upper body, caressing her soft breasts. "Little slut, the night is still long..." he said, then kissed her lips, his wet tongue moving back and forth between her mouths. Seeing her face growing increasingly flushed, the father slipped his hand between her thighs. Zhang Cuier instinctively tried to squeeze her legs together, but her father's thighs had already pinned her down. Helpless, she could only twist her hips to dodge, but she was no match for her strong father. Zhang Cuier felt a sharp pain in her lower body as several thick, hard objects were inserted into her vagina. First, one finger, then another, and another. Finally, three fingers were moving in and out of the girl's tender place, kneading and pressing. The frail Zhang Cuier, her shame completely exposed, had her juices flowing freely onto her father's hands, mingling with the semen that had just been ejaculated inside her. Her crimson genitals were a mess, her dark pubic hair clumped together, and tiny bubbles formed on the surface.
"Father, what are you going to do with that female thief?" Zhang Cuier asked coquettishly, enjoying the stimulation beneath her.
"I haven't used her yet. I'll sell her to a brothel after I'm done."
"Oh, harder. Next time I want to play with her too... oh... play with her."
With his rich sexual experience, Zhang Baochai knew his daughter was aroused. The alluring, snow-white body beneath him began to slowly turn red, and her moans grew louder. Under Zhang Baochai's teasing, the tingling sensation in Zhang Cuier's lower body slowly spread throughout her body, and a slow trickle of lustful fluid flowed from her red slit. Seeing the love fluid flowing from his daughter's pink flesh, Zhang Baochai's lust exploded. His large, engorged penis, veins bulging, glistening with clear semen, throbbed as it searched for a moist opening. Without further ado, Zhang Baochai knelt, propping himself up, and thrust forward, bringing his foul-smelling penis to his daughter's lips. "Open your mouth... Cui... good girl..." Zhang Cui'er, aroused by her father's teasing, was already limp, her cheeks flushed, her almond eyes glazed. She obediently opened her small, red mouth, and Zhang Baochai rubbed the head of his penis against her lips, coating them with his thick semen.
The next morning, Zhang Baochai left his daughter's bedroom early, sneaking to his own. He gently pushed open the door and peeked inside. Upon seeing the scene, his limp member began to stir again.
A man with a perfect male physique was on top of his beautiful wife, thrusting his hips with abandon. His muscular buttocks throbbed incessantly, each violent thrust accompanied by a resounding "slap, slap" of impact. A thick, dark penis was forcefully thrusting into his wife's beautiful, slightly hairy vulva. Her beautiful vulva was already a mess from this penis, which he couldn't even match, and copious amounts of vaginal fluid had already soaked the bed beneath them.
Looking at the man's muscular, perfectly sculpted back, Zhang Baochai was naturally familiar with him; this was his family's martial arts instructor. His wife beneath him had already submitted to his powerful thrusts, displaying a sensuality he had never seen before. Her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her legs spread wide, and her vulva throbbing in rhythm with his thrusts all told him how comfortable and satisfied she was. His wife, nearing 40, was behaving like a wanton woman.
"You...you bastard, it wasn't enough that you...fucked me there...you had to...fuck me...in my bed with...my husband. Oh~~ How can I...be fucked so hard by you at home...how can I face...my husband!" His wife's voice, usually calm and wise, was now unusually seductive. Although she said this, her throbbing, wanton cunt told him that she was just flirting with her lover, which excited Zhang Baocai greatly.
"My dear sister, just enjoy it slowly. Today I'm going to make you pregnant with my child!" the martial arts master shouted excitedly.
"You...you big bad guy, you actually...had this idea for a long time. How can you...face...ah! Oh! So good...you're fucking me...so comfortable! Harder! Being fucked by your...big cock is...so good!" His wife had completely lost her usual seriousness and heroic spirit, and had become a prisoner of the thick cock.
“I haven’t fucked you for days since last time. Your husband’s always home, so I haven’t had a chance. I’m going to fuck you as much as I want these next few days, and I’m going to get you pregnant again!” The martial arts master shouted excitedly as he vigorously fucked his wife’s beautiful vagina.
“Not…not the dungeon…that slut in the dungeon,” Zhang Baocai’s wife said, turning over and kneeling on the bed, raising her snow-white ass.
While rapidly manipulating the protruding, snow-white buttocks, the martial artist reached out and grabbed Zhang Baochai's wife's hands, pulling her upper body towards him. Her body was stretched into a perfect crescent shape. The martial artist, like a wild and untamed rider, mercilessly lashed his thick, dark penis, "Crack, crack, crack..." each lash more brutal than the last, trying to tame the stubborn, beautiful horse beneath him. The wife's head was held high, her mouth slightly open, her expression seemingly one of pain. Her firm breasts swayed with the martial artist's thrusts, her large, dark nipples erect... After seven or eight minutes of this, the martial artist seemed tired. He rolled over, pinning Zhang Baochai's wife beneath him. Looking down at her long, snow-white legs, the martial arts master swallowed hard, straightened up, and hoisted her two slender, beautiful legs onto his shoulders. He rubbed his hand against Zhang Baochai's wife's vulva a few times, stroked his still-erect penis, adjusted his position, and pressed his buttocks down deeply. The martial arts master's buttocks pressed down so forcefully that, from Zhang Baochai's perspective, his wife's body appeared to be folded in two. Her slender legs pressed against her firm breasts, her pert, beautiful buttocks were raised high, and a thick, dark penis was deeply inserted into the middle of her pink vulva, fully inserted. Only two dark testicles could be seen swaying slightly. "Plop, plop," the martial arts master's firm buttocks slammed against her, as he tried his best to press his two white, slender legs towards his wife. His wife's fair feet were pressed against her head, her pert, snow-white buttocks exaggeratedly raised high. A thick, dark penis repeatedly thrust in and out of the pink slit in the center of her buttocks. Each time, the martial artist would plunge in hard to the hilt, slowly withdraw, and then thrust in again like a sharp sword, bringing up rings of white foam. The martial artist's mouth was not idle either; while thrusting, he held Zhang Baochai's wife's breasts and smacked them noisily. He seemed to really like Zhang Baochai's wife's papaya-shaped breasts, licking and biting the nipples. "Tsk tsk, madam, I never knew you were so wanton. These breasts smell so good. This figure, the feel of this skin, um. So damn tight, so comfortable." At this moment, Zhang Baochai's wife was already lost in... In a dazed state, her hands gripped the martial artist's sweaty back tightly, her head thrashing from side to side, her moans rising and falling with each thrust. Her body flushed crimson; Zhang Baochai knew this was a sign his wife was about to climax… The martial artist's breathing grew heavier, his thrusts faster and harder, like a pile driver, the bed creaking under the strain. "Ah, ah, I'm almost there!" With one final, powerful thrust, the martial artist's hips pressed firmly against Zhang Baochai's wife's full, white buttocks, his hips jiggling, his thighs convulsing like a seizure. "Ah…" Zhang Baochai's wife also let out a high-pitched cry; they had both reached climax.
The bedroom suddenly fell silent, save for the soft breathing of the martial artist and Zhang Baochai's wife.
"You big bad guy, you shot so much," Zhang Baochai's wife said coquettishly, "Let's go, that bastard will be back soon. Don't forget to come again tonight."
Then he heard someone get out of bed and start dressing. Zhang Baochai, a satisfied smile on his face, left the room and went to the dungeon.
Upon entering the dungeon, the first thing that caught Zhang Baochai's eye was a naked woman with skin as smooth as snow, lying on the ground, one hand kneading her breasts and the other digging into her genitals.
"She really is a slut," Zhang Baochai said disdainfully.
Chen Shuozhen's overall figure was incredibly alluring, her large, watery eyes blinking captivatingly. Zhang Baocai suddenly reached out and pinched Chen Shuozhen's delicate chin, pressing his lips to hers. Chen Shuozhen's lips parted slightly, gently taking the man's tongue into her mouth and slowly rubbing it, offering her soft, fragrant tongue for him to suckle. She occasionally twisted her body, very provocatively, especially when Chen Shuozhen probed between the man's legs, slowly rubbing against her, causing his penis to repeatedly touch her vulva.
"Give it to me, I want it," Chen Shuozhen said in a seductive voice
, her eyes blazing with desire. Zhang Baocai grasped Chen Shuozhen's breasts with both hands, roughly kneading them. A wicked pleasure stirred within him! His wife's wanton appearance that morning was like an aphrodisiac; Zhang Baocai couldn't resist, suddenly embracing Chen Shuozhen, her softness like cotton, the intense, tantalizing sensation spreading throughout his body. His blood surged, and Zhang Baocai thrust forward!
After several thrusts, perhaps due to the angle, the penis bumped against Chen Shuozhen's lower abdomen a few times but failed to penetrate. Zhang Baocai frowned, and Chen Shuozhen quickly reached out her delicate hand to grasp the penis. She stood on tiptoe, making a very seductive movement with her lower body, gently parting her legs, and aimed the penis in her hand at her vagina, waiting for the man's thrust.
"Plop!" The penis entered that tightly wrapped dreamland.
Chen Shuozhen frowned; the penis was too thick, and she felt a swelling sensation and heat, causing her to tremble involuntarily.
"Slap slap slap!" Zhang Baocai thrust powerfully, their bodies colliding violently! Her weak, almost painful expression, combined with the tightness and slipperiness of her vagina, drove Zhang Baocai even more frenzied. The pain on Chen Shuozhen's face gradually faded, her eyes became hazy, her brows furrowed slightly, and her breasts trembled occasionally, indicating that the man was still thrusting.
"Oh...so...comfortable..." A soft moan escaped her throat, clearly a spontaneous expression of intense pleasure. Chen Shuozhen covered her mouth, trying to control herself, but Zhang Baocai, like a wild beast, continued to thrust and pound with his penis!
"Oh, uh...uh...oh...oh oh..." Chen Shuozhen couldn't hold back any longer. His penis pounded into her vagina, each thrust touching her...uterus—clitoris, sending her body into a frenzy of pleasure.
Her moans grew louder, each wild, seductive cry ringing out. Zhang Baocai, further aroused, moved with increasing intensity and speed. Finally, a stream of hot, molten semen sprayed onto her clitoris...At that moment, Chen Shuozhen felt as if she were in the midst of a tidal wave, rising and falling with each surge. Chen Shuozhen trembled violently, clinging to the man on top of her like an octopus, her red lips uttering muffled sounds. She had been brought to...orgasm by the man, a feeling Chen Shuozhen had never experienced before. The man stopped thrusting. Chen Shuozhen was covered in sweat, her high, white breasts heaving with her seductive breaths. Her exquisitely beautiful face was flushed pink, her eyes half-open, seemingly still lost in the afterglow of her climax. A soft
"plop" sounded as if hot water had splashed onto Chen Shuozhen's naked body. Then came the sound of something heavy falling to the ground. As Chen Shuozhen squinted to see what was happening, a familiar, hot object was inserted into her still-erect vagina. A
man stood there, holding a dagger, as still as a statue, pressed tightly against her, their bodies intertwined. His penis remained inside her, seemingly brewing something. The flames of lust seemed poised to erupt again.
After a long while, the man moved…
Chen Shuozhen suddenly awoke from her throes of desire. Faced with him, she seemed to realize something, gently shaking her head, her face pleading.
"Plop!"
The penis twitched, squeezing out milky white fluid that dripped down her thighs... She tried to dodge, arching her buttocks backward. The man's penis thrust forward, his large hand gripping her buttocks and slamming down... "Plop... slap..." The penis plunged all the way in.
"Uh... uh uh uh... husband... no!"
Chen Shuozhen felt the intimate contact between her clitoris and the glans again, and out of primal instinct, her smooth body struggled desperately beneath the man. The man remained unmoved. He suddenly lifted one of her thighs and began to knead her buttocks. The anus lock ring between her buttocks swayed prominently. Through the side, the penis could be seen moving in and out of her vagina, milky white semen dripping from between her buttocks... all too clear!
The man persisted, the slapping sounds never ceasing. He reached out and pulled on the ring between Chen Shuozhen's buttocks. She was dazed and completely unaware of anything. In the center of her snow-white, delicate buttocks, the bright red anus was small, like a touch of vermilion. Those clusters of chrysanthemum-like openings were bursting into bloom. The man roughly yanked, and the anus protruded from between Chen Shuozhen's legs! In her
unconscious state, Chen Shuozhen opened her mouth to scream in pain, the agony in her anus bringing her to her senses. She bit her red lips, her delicate hands desperately covering her mouth, but tears streamed down her face in agony.
"Thump, thump, thump," the penis continued to penetrate her peach blossom cave, the man pulling and rotating the anus between her buttocks. The excruciating pain almost made her faint, experiencing the tingling sensation of the penis repeatedly striking her uterine bud. Yet, she remained perfectly conscious. The pain in her anus made her almost bite her sensual lips until they bled. The pleasure in her vagina made her want to open her mouth and scream out loud.
"No…no…oh…" The last "oh" was a moan, a gasp, a mixture of pain and satisfaction; this low murmur alone was enough to make one's blood boil and one's heart itch uncontrollably.
[The End]

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