The pain given to the mother

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In a room, a young woman sat naked on the bed. She had long, wavy hair, delicate features, and flawless skin. Her large breasts hung precariously on her chest.
The woman's breathing was tense as a young man pushed open the door and entered, smiling at her.
"You slut, are you ready?" the young man asked, walking to the bedside and slapping her hard across the face. The woman groaned, her left cheek immediately swelling and burning with pain, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
"Master, this slut is ready..." Guan Qing replied.
"Mom, I'll make sure you enjoy yourself." The young man smiled slightly; the woman was his mother.
"Chen, this slut will gladly accept all the suffering and pain you've brought upon her." Guan Qing said softly.
"Slut, come and see the torture chair I've prepared for you." The young man clapped his hands, and two men carried the chair into the room, then retreated without looking back.
"Oh, this looks absolutely terrifying." Guan Qing stepped forward. The torture chair resembled a wooden chair, but it was made of black metal, covered with spikes up to ten centimeters long. On average, there was a spike one centimeter thick at the base every five centimeters. Even more horrifying was a spike on the seat that was ten centimeters thick at the base and over twenty centimeters long.
"Oh, Mom, after you sit on this chair, reach out and press this switch on your hand." Chen demonstrated for Guan Qing, turning on the switch. Countless tiny barbs, each two centimeters long, extended from the spikes.
"Chen, you're getting more and more creative." Guan Qing swallowed hard, saying helplessly.
"Mom, this chair will make you suffer terribly." Chen hugged Guan Qing's waist and gently kissed her lips.
"Oh, Chen, your thoughts are everything to Mom, even real death." Guan Qing returned the kiss, softly speaking. "Chen, do you want to see Mom tortured by this damned chair?" "Mom, I really want to." Chen looked at Guan Qing longingly.
"Then watch Mommy's painful performance." Guan Qing gracefully walked to the chair, touched her vulva, and then sat down on the spike.
She sat down easily at first, but the spike got thicker towards the bottom. Using her weight, Guan Qing slowly slid the large, black spike into her vulva.
"Chen, it's at the cervix now... um... it's in my uterus now... to the top of my uterus," Guan Qing groaned. "
Mommy, continue."
"Oh, God... ahh... it's pierced my uterus now... it's in my chest cavity..." Guan Qing was covered in fine beads of sweat, her face flushed, moaning softly. She tried to sit down further, and now her buttocks reached the bottom of the ten-centimeter spike, the resistance increasing.
"Ah... Chen... it hurts so much... I have no strength left..." Guan Qing couldn't go up or down anymore; she had no strength left to continue.
"Mommy, you can use your hands to grab the armrests of the chair and use your hands for support," Chen kissed his mother's lips and placed her hands on the five-centimeter-long spike.
"Ah... Chen, you little rascal... it's covered in thorns..." Guan Qing complained, giving Chen a charming glare, but still followed his advice, gripping the armrest and sending herself into hell.
"Ahhhhh... ah... um... it hurts... ahhh..." Guan Qing's buttocks were still embedded in the thorns, now down to the bone. Guan Qing's hands were covered in blood, and she could no longer exert any force.
"Chen... help Mommy... ah..." Guan Qing pleaded helplessly.
"You slut, beg me." Chen looked at the blood flowing from the chair onto the ground.
"Master, this slut's cunt has been pierced... it hurts so much... now this slut can't sit completely in the chair Master gave me... please help this slut, let this slut sink into hell sooner... feel the unparalleled pain..." Chen smiled slightly, "Mommy, Chen will help you now."
"Thank you, Master." Guan Qing smiled weakly.
Chen turned around, sat on Guan Qing, and slowly pinned
her
to the chair. "
Ah
...
After a long period of intercourse, Guan Qing was in agony, wishing she could die immediately and lose consciousness. But Guan Qing knew the game had only just begun. She slowly regained her senses. To make Chen happier, she moved her tongue, making him feel better. When Chen penetrated, she pulled her tongue down, allowing him to go deeper into her throat. Long-term training allowed Guan Qing to control her gagging when her throat was stimulated. As Chen withdrew, her tongue followed, licking the glans, intensifying his pleasure.
Chen felt his mother had overcome the excruciating pain of penetration. He released his lower body, letting his mother swallow every last drop.
The simple act of swallowing alone caused Guan Qing excruciating pain, making her sob uncontrollably.
"Chen, your pleasure is my pleasure. Please make me suffer as much as you want, to achieve your pleasure," Guan Qing murmured hypnotically.
"Mom, now turn on that switch," Chen said, narrowing his bright eyes with an evil smile.
"Oh my god." Guan Qing involuntarily swallowed, then reached out and pressed the switch... "Ugh... Ahhhhh... Ah... I'm going to die..." Guan Qing's whole body convulsed... "Mom, I can't imagine how painful it would be to have my whole body pierced... But you are indeed very beautiful now..." Chen looked at his mother as if admiring a work of art.
"Oh... Chen, I wish you would never experience such pain in your life..." "Mom, I want to see what the biggest thorn looks like inside your body." Chen took out a sharp dagger and pointed it at Guan Qing's snow-white stomach.
"Oh my god... Chen, do as you wish." Guan Qing encouraged.
Chen knew that Guan Qing would not refuse any of his requests; he wanted to bring it up and let Guan Qing agree and experience it for herself. The dagger suddenly plunged between Guan Qing's breasts. Guan Qing groaned, feeling a chill on her chest as the dagger slashed down, disemboweling her.
"Mom...your body is so beautiful inside..."
But Guan Qing couldn't hear anymore; her mind drifted away, taking her far away.
That night, Chen had the servants remove Guan Qing's body from the chair, then fed her the medicine. Guan Qing's wounds slowly closed and healed. Guan Qing also slowly woke up.
"Mom, the medicine you invented allows you to experience the ultimate death a thousand times. Do you regret it?" Chen held Guan Qing and asked gently.
"Silly child, if I would regret making that request, I wouldn't have invented the medicine for you. You grew up without a father and experienced an unhappy childhood. I only want you to be happy. Whatever you want, I will give it to you." Guan Qing smiled slightly, hugging Chen. "And, I'm slowly starting to enjoy the various processes of death...it's so exciting..."
(Second part: The Bow and Arrow)
Recently, Chen had been preparing for his school's archery exam. Archery, a traditional Chinese hunting practice, was part of the curriculum at aristocratic schools, and Chen's teacher was extremely strict, allowing no room for error.
These past few days, Guan Qing had been anxious watching her son practice diligently without making much progress. So, she put aside her work in the lab and prepared a performance to help him relax.
"Chen, Mom has prepared a performance for you," Guan Qing said, wearing a sheer white nightgown, gracefully leading her son to the performance room.
When the red curtain was drawn back, he saw his lovely mother, lightly made up, standing on a high platform. A noose hung in front of her. Guan Qing smiled slightly, put her head into the noose, and was suddenly pulled up, suspended on the platform!
Guan Qing's face, which had been pale, turned red. This red was neither a normal blood color nor the flush of shyness; it seemed to have a hint of purple. Guan Qing twisted her body back and forth, left and right, and this twisting quickly turned into a swaying motion. She was now struggling to breathe, her breasts heaving in vain.
Then two men dressed as Japanese soldiers appeared.
"Yoshi! Pretty girl!" One of the soldiers grabbed a long crocodile-skin whip from the stage and lashed it across Guan Qing's breast.
Guan Qing twitched a few times in vain; the rope around her neck tightened around her trachea, preventing her from screaming despite the pain. The fine whip lashed down on Guan Qing's snow-white body like a shower, leaving her covered in purplish-red welts.
Guan Qing's face had turned a terrifying purplish-red. Her eyes were wide open, her blood-red lips opening and closing violently, as if trying to get oxygen. The erratic swinging of the noose indicated that the victim was unconscious, now driven only by primal animal instincts.
Then one of the soldiers lifted Guan Qing's legs to let her catch her breath. Guan Qing coughed and caught her breath. He laughed loudly, "You damned Japanese! Whipping someone with a thin snakeskin whip soaked in water is the most deadly
thing you can do. Go ahead and kill me if you
dare!" "I'll show you what I'm made of today!" the Japanese soldier roared!
Then the Japanese soldier behind her released her, allowing her to be hanged again. Both men continued to whip her with thin snakeskin whips soaked in water.
Time passed second by second, her struggles weakened, finally reduced to convulsive tremors. At this moment, her purplish-red face and pale collarbone were almost unrecognizable as belonging to the same once beautiful woman. Guan Qing's pink tongue darted out from between her red lips, like a newly blooming rose.
Her body's movements grew weaker and weaker, finally ceasing.
The stage curtain was drawn. Chen smiled slightly; his mother didn't like others touching her body, not even allowing them to look. This time, to make him happy, his mother had overcome her own feelings.
A few minutes later, the stage curtain was drawn back, and this time Guan Qing stood naked in the center of the stage. A beam of light shone on her, revealing the clear whip marks on her body.
"Mother, have you died once?" Chen asked.
"Yes, Chen, Mother has already been hanged," Guan Qing replied.
"You slut, do you remember? I said that only I can control your life and death, not even you yourself are allowed to." "Master, this slut knows her mistake. This slut only wanted to make Master happy." Guan Qing knelt on the stage with a thud, kowtowing and apologizing. "Master, don't worry, this slut has already thought of a way to punish herself." "Oh, is that so?" Chen said, his expression unreadable.
Guan Qing beckoned, and the Japanese soldier from before brought up a bucket of water. "Master, this slut will drink this bucket of water." Drinking water is an instinct, but drinking a whole bucket of water at once is unbelievable.
Guan Qing didn't say anything more, burying her head in the water and drinking intently. She was very fast, clearly having practiced. Slowly, half the bucket of water was gone, her belly began to swell, and her pace slowed.
Guan Qing's belly grew visibly larger. Finally, she drank the entire bucket of water through willpower and the results of her practice over the past few days.
After she finished drinking, the Japanese soldiers brought up a large rotating platform and tied Guan Qing to it.
"Master, please come up to the stage," Guan Qing said with a slight smile as she was laboriously tied to the platform with her large belly.
Chen slowly walked up, and a Japanese soldier handed him a bow and arrows.
"Master, hold the bow in your left hand, draw the string with your right, turn your head naturally towards the target, look straight ahead, raise both arms to a height where the drawing arm is at eye level, the bow is perpendicular to the ground, the arrow is horizontal and in a straight line with the forearm of the drawing arm, lower your shoulders naturally, adjust your breathing, and aim the sight at the center or a fixed position above the center line. Use this wretched creature's belly as the target, shoot its belly button!" "Mom, so you're worried about my studies." Chen smiled slightly, a warmth welling up inside her.
"Master, Mom is your target, hurt Mom with your heart." Guan Qing encouraged.
"Mom, I won't let you down." Chen drew the bow, aimed at the target, held her breath, and shot.
The arrow flew out! It hit Guan Qing's belly button! It passed through Guan Qing's body, struck the turntable, and made a thud.
"If I shoot like this during the exam, I'll definitely get an A. Thank you, Mom." Chen said happily.
"Hmm..." Guan Qing groaned, happy to have helped her son's grades. "Chen, why don't we practice a few more times?" Chen nodded in agreement, each arrow hitting its mark precisely.
"Ahhh... Chen's so amazing..." Guan Qing groaned in pain while encouraging her son. She was already used to her pain bringing him joy.
"Mom, watch closely." Chen drew his bow, aimed, and shot an arrow into Guan Qing's right nipple. The large, sensitive, pink nipple was pierced, and Guan Qing convulsed on the spinning wheel.
Several more arrows followed, each hitting her right breast.
"Mom, open your mouth and put your tongue against your palate."
Guan Qing groaned and trembled as she did so. An arrow shot out, successfully piercing her tongue and pinning Guan Qing's head to the spinning wheel. The excruciating pain was like having her tongue cut off; tears and blood mingled with her saliva, flowing down Guan Qing's face.
Chen went over to examine it closely and confirmed that he had succeeded.
"Mom's eyes are so captivating, what if I shot through them..." Guan Qing finally showed a look of terror, wanting to shake her head, but unable to move.
"Mom, don't be afraid, it'll be quick." Chen kissed her eyes, then shot an arrow through her left atrium.
"How could I bear to watch Mom's beautiful eyes be destroyed?" Chen murmured softly, looking at the lifeless Guan Qing.
The third part: Barbecue
. In the afternoon, Chen and Guan Qing had a barbecue in their courtyard. A gentle breeze made it very pleasant. Chen ate the grilled meat skewered on bamboo sticks while enjoying Guan Qing's service. Chen sat in a chair, and Guan Qing, wearing a black strapless dress, sat on her son's lap, her vagina swallowing Chen's large penis, moaning softly as she watched her son eat. Any mother would feel happy watching her son eat food she had prepared herself.
"Chen... is it good?" Guan Qing asked.
"It tastes delicious, but Mom, the meat is too tough." Chen frowned, pouting as he swallowed the meat.
"Ah... then Mom will pick a tender piece later... umm... and grill it again for you..." Guan Qing took the remaining grilled meat from Chen's hand, took a bite herself, and found it was indeed a bit tough. But grilled meat inevitably gets a bit tougher, unlike fried meat which is tender.
"Then I'll choose." Chen squinted and grinned. He hugged his mother and started thrusting.
"Ah... good... umm... Chen..." Guan Qing pressed tightly against her son, moaning unrestrainedly.
After the sexual encounter ended, Chen ordered his men to bring dried longan and strong liquor. Guan Qing frowned, "Chen, don't drink too much. Alcohol is bad for your stomach." "Don't worry, it's for you, you slut, and with that mouth of yours." Chen grinned wickedly, his hand digging into her still swollen and moist vulva. Guan Qing's face immediately flushed.
"In our history class, we talked about punishments for adulterous women. There was a pretty good idea in it, and I was thinking that I had to try it on you, you slut, to see if it would work." As Chen spoke, his men brought the liquor.
"Take a long stick and tie this slut's feet to it," Chen instructed his subordinate, Qiangzi. Qiangzi was loyal to Chen, as Guan Qing had told him when she hired him. Qiangzi remembered his mistress telling him, "Only Chen is your master. You cannot disobey any of Chen's orders." From the initial shock to the current calm, Qiangzi felt that his heart was capable of handling extraordinary things.
The Japanese soldiers they had encountered earlier were played by him and another comrade.
Guan Qing obediently lay on the lawn, letting Qiangzi pull her legs to their limit, tying them to the stick at almost a 180-degree angle. Her bare vulva, glistening with moisture, was exposed to the sunlight, pink and alluring.
Feeling Qiangzi's gaze, Guan Qing closed her eyes in humiliation. After all, she usually presented herself as a loving mother, and in every such extreme game, Guan Qing felt extremely embarrassed whenever others were present.
"Bitch, stuff all these dried longans into your uterus. Stuff as many as you can." Chen brought the bag to Guan Qing's side.
"Yes, Master." Guan Qing nodded. After Qiangzi completed the task, he stood beside her. She picked up the dried longans and stuffed them into her vulva one by one. Soon, her vulva could no longer hold any more. Guan Qing took a deep breath and used her fingers to push them in.
"Ah...ah...um...Master...some dried longans have already passed through the cervix...entered this slut's uterus...ah..." Guan Qing groaned.
"Good, continue."
"Ah... ahh..." Guan Qing kept pushing it in, enduring the pain of the foreign object passing through her uterus. After a while, Guan Qing could no longer push it in. "Chen... Master... I can't go in anymore... My uterus... My uterus is full... ahh..." "Good girl, Master will find something to help you." Chen took a wooden stick and placed it in Guan Qing's hand.
Guan Qing resignedly closed her eyes. She would never disobey Chen's wishes. With trembling hands, she placed the wooden stick outside her vagina and used both hands to force the stick in! In an instant, the entire courtyard was filled with Guan Qing's painful screams and shouts.
"Ahhh... My uterus... My uterus is about to burst... My uterus is stretched... Ahhh... Master..." No matter how hard Guan Qing tried, she couldn't push the dried longan in anymore.
"Alright... That's enough... I guess even the harlots of ancient times weren't tortured this badly... You've worked hard, bitch..." Chen took Guan Qing's hand away and saw that his mother's vagina was so bright red that it was almost dripping blood.
"Mom, I came out from this place. My belly is all bulging... Mom worked so hard... Then reward Mom with the pain she didn't even experience when she gave birth to me..." Chen slowly poured strong liquor into Guan Qing's vagina. "When dried longan meets strong liquor, it will expand to more than twice its original size... Your uterus will slowly be pushed to its limit and then rupture, just like a massive hemorrhage during childbirth. Then you will slowly bleed out... and die from excessive blood loss..." Guan Qing groaned helplessly, "This kind of death is a hundred times more painful than instant death..." "Slut, I just love watching you hover on the edge of life and death... It's so beautiful..." Chen finished pouring the liquor and then released Guan Qing's feet.
"Mom, grill me a really delicious roast meat." Chen demanded.
"Okay, bitch, get up and grill for your master." Guan Qing struggled to stand up. The dried longan rubbed against her uterus, the pain and numbness making it difficult for her to stand straight.
"I want to pick these two tenderest pieces of meat." He kneaded his mother's snow-white and large breasts, pinching Guan Qing's swollen nipples hard with two fingers. Guan Qing groaned, unable to stand, and fell into her son's arms, letting out painful groans, but her back involuntarily arched, allowing her son's fingers to caress her nipples.
Her nipples had become large from breastfeeding Chen, and when Chen pinched them, the flesh was flattened, as if it wanted to be pinched off. Guan Qing understood that her son wanted to roast her breasts. "When you were little, Mom drank your milk, and now that you're grown up, Mom's breasts are for you to roast. Chen, Mom's body is all yours, and Mom will roast the most delicious meat." As long as Chen wanted it, she would give him the best. This was Guan Qing's thought. She had shown herself in all sorts of ways in front of her son, and her basic sense of shame had long been worn away. She was happy that her body could bring pleasure to her son.
"Chen, wait for Mom, Mom is going to get some tools." Guan Qing smiled slightly, then staggered away.
Chen sat in the chair waiting for his mother. This game wasn't just his doing; whenever his mother had a specific idea and demanded that Chen inflict unparalleled pain on her, Chen would get incredibly excited. Guan Qing knew this too, so she would make the game even more exciting, even at the cost of excruciating pain. She couldn't live without this game; whenever she was close to death, she would tremble with sexual arousal.
When Guan Qing returned, her lower abdomen was swollen like that of a woman in her third or fourth month of pregnancy. Guan Qing knelt in front of Chen and took out a palm-shaped wooden board. "Chen, do you remember what this is?" "This is the wooden board your mother used to spank me when I was naughty as a child, you little slut." Chen took it and held it in his hand.
"Does it hurt?" Guan Qing smiled at Chen, but she wasn't as relaxed as she appeared. Her longan had swelled up, stretching her uterus out of shape, and now, any movement felt like a wooden stick twisting her uterus.
"It hurts a lot, Mom," Chen pouted and answered coquettishly.
"Now, let's repay Mom's breasts a hundredfold. Let's loosen up Mom's flesh. Before grilling, the breast meat needs to be pounded until it's purplish-red to make it tender," Guan Qing said, looking at Chen.
Chen nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the wooden board struck Guan Qing's large breasts hard. Guan Qing groaned, her breasts already bruised and purple.
Guan Qing lifted her breasts, clenching her hands tightly behind her back, allowing Chen to apply more force.
Chen continued to strike, and under his persistent efforts, her breasts gradually became covered with purplish-red marks. When the first wounds were injured again, the pain would be doubled.
"Alright, the slut's breasts have been loosened. Now, use this iron skewer to pierce the slut's breasts, so the grilled meat will be more flavorful," Guan Qing stopped him, handing Chen a box of barbecue skewers.
"But you slut, I want to slap you with this wooden board now. To avenge the pain I felt as a child," Chen said, tucking Guan Qing's hair behind her ear and gently stroking her cheek.
"Everything you have, you slut, is yours," Guan Qing trembled as she submitted.
"Letting your son slap you, you really are a slut," Chen humiliated her.
"Yes, I am a slut," Guan Qing repeated, closing her eyes.
The wooden board whistled as it struck Guan Qing's face, knocking her to the ground before she struggled to her knees again.
Her right cheek burned, and her mouth tasted salty; Guan Qing knew she was bleeding. But the immense humiliation made her tremble more than the pain.
Several more slaps followed, leaving Guan Qing dizzy.
Chen finally decided to let his mother go for now, picking up an iron skewer and piercing it through her breast.
"Ahhh...ah..." she screamed softly.
The skewer was pulled out after piercing through, repeated repeatedly until her breast was covered in wounds. Chen then aimed the skewer at her right nipple and pierced it into Guan Qing's body along the mammary gland.
"Ahhh...ahhh..." Guan Qing shook her head uncontrollably, "It hurts so much..." "Bear with it, it'll be over soon." Chen comforted her, then forcefully pierced Guan Qing's ribs with an iron skewer, the other end of the skewer actually coming out from behind.
"Ugh...ah...I'm going to die..." she murmured listlessly... "This is more like roast meat..." Chen said with satisfaction, "It's okay that the left side is the heart...I also wanted to see the effect of this slut mother being tortured to death by ancient punishments..." Guan Qing helplessly endured the pain and prepared to stand up, but now her belly was already as big as a five or six-month pregnant woman, and her uterus was constantly cramping. She could only lie on the grass first, and then slowly stand up by bending her legs:
"You little rascal...hmm...won't you come to help your mother."
"The way your mother struggles in pain is the sexiest thing I see...Chen loves to see it, so Chen won't help your mother..." Guan Qing felt both ashamed and sweet at her son's praise, she smiled slightly, but her cheeks stung.
She walked to the grill and found it positioned just below her breasts, immediately realizing her son had planned this all along. Shaking her head helplessly, she took a deep breath and placed her breasts on the grill: "Chen, watch carefully..." The grill sizzled as fat roasted, accompanied by Guan Qing's painful groans: "Ahhh... Oh God..." After a while, Guan Qing realized the upper part of her breasts wasn't getting cooked, so she placed her nipples in the middle, laying her entire breast flat on the grill, practically throwing herself onto it.
The initial excruciating pain subsided quickly; the roasted flesh no longer hurt. Her breasts turned a golden brown, emitting an enticing aroma of grilled meat. Guan Qing
composed herself and evenly brushed the seasoning onto her breasts. At this point, Guan Qing felt dizzy.
"Master, please enjoy the delicious grilled meat." Guan Qing forced herself to walk to her son; her stomach was already like that of a woman in her tenth month of pregnancy. Chen noticed that her vagina had begun to bleed. "Your uterus is already stretched to its limit..." Chen looked at the nipple in front of him with satisfaction and bit it off. The nipple, which had been abused countless times, was bitten off. "The nipple is chewy, and the flesh is tender. It's perfectly seasoned. Thank you, Mom." "I'm glad you like it." Her face was already very pale, but she was happy because of Chen's satisfaction. Chen bit off a piece of flesh for her, and she thought it was quite good.
After Chen finished eating the two large and full breasts, her mother no longer had breasts. Her belly looked even bigger as a result.
After eating, Chen took out his tablet to watch a movie, while Guan Qing lay on the lawn, gradually losing blood.
When Chen finished watching the movie for an hour or two, Guan Qing lay motionless on the lawn. Her soft moans and constant slight twitches told Chen that Guan Qing was not dead. He went over and pressed Guan Qing's abdomen with both hands.
"Ah...it hurts...Chen..." Guan Qing struggled with all her might, but she couldn't muster any strength.
After a while, Guan Qing finally lost consciousness. Her heart stopped beating due to excessive blood loss, and the endless pain also ceased.
Chen checked his watch; four hours had passed since Guan Qing's death. Chen found this way of dying incredibly amusing.
From then on, before cooking, working, or doing housework, Chen would use dried longan and strong liquor to add to the enjoyment. Of course, he also learned to control the amount; the less dried longan, the slower his mother would die. For example, a small amount before going to work, and a large amount while doing housework, keeping her constantly tossed and turned in the agony of her uterus rupturing.

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