【Master, no!】【87-90】【Author: Miya】

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Chapter 87 Jade Body as Canvas
I trembled as I clamped my legs together, but I was no match for Third Brother's strength. He ruthlessly pried my legs apart, and once again used his fingers to spread my petals from behind, pushing the slightly damp wolf hair brush inward.
"Ugh..." It still hurt. Third Brother lifted my buttocks from below, causing my already numb body to rise with him. He grabbed the head of the wolf hair brush with one hand and began to thrust forcefully into my vagina.
Ruthless, cruel, and cold thrusts, each insertion sending the entire wolf hair brush into my vagina, even the fingers holding the back of the brush brush pressed against the two bulging petals; when withdrawing, the tip of the brush brush rubbed fiercely against every inner wall, rotating and not missing any spot. Splashing lustful fluids continuously fell onto my thighs and buttocks, my head drooping limply against the soft couch, my mouth biting down on the cotton cloth below, whimpering with his movements.
The abuse in my lower body brought pain, but also a surge of pleasure, a pleasure like fine wolf fur, stimulating my groin bit by bit. The pleasure accumulated, finally reaching its peak with a hard thrust from Third Brother… He actually, along with two fingers, thrust them in completely.
“Ah…” I clenched my brows, convulsing violently, trembling as I reached orgasm.
My whole body was wracked with excruciating pain, constantly oscillating between orgasm and agony. I actually came just like that.
Those two fingers inside me, stretching and churning relentlessly, made my broken, doll-like body tremble and writhe under his every move, responding in the most primal and lewd way.
When I was nearly driven to collapse by the pain and pleasure, Third Brother finally pulled out the wolf fur along with his fingers, bringing out a large amount of viscous fluid. The fluid flowed stickily down my vagina to the dense thicket, then slowly seeped into the soft flesh below.
I gasped for breath like a fish out of water, the honey-like fluid mixed with blood uncontrollably flowing onto the bed.
Third Brother used a soft cloth to wipe the wine from my back and buttocks, then picked up a brush, dipped it in ink from the table, and slowly began to draw on my back.
The brush was cool, slippery, and sticky, and the fluid from my vagina dripped onto my back stroke by stroke.
The torment finally stopped, giving me a chance to catch my breath. My exhausted body, ignoring the pain all around, slowly relaxed. I closed my eyes and unknowingly fell asleep. I
had only been asleep for a short while when my lower abdomen was forcefully lifted, startling me awake.
"Ugh, the ink on that brush is gone," Third Brother said, and before I could react, he inserted a dry, stiff wolf-hair brush into my vagina.
"Ah..." The area where I had been tormented was still red and swollen, and my lingering lust was aroused once more. Learning from my previous experience, I tried to open my vagina as wide as possible to allow the brush to enter smoothly.
"Little slut, the way your little mouth opens and closes is making me almost unable to hold back." Third Brother released his fingers; the wolf hair brush was still held by my little hole, standing tall.
He watched with satisfaction as it slowly trembled with the opening and closing of my little hole, finally pinching it with one hand and pressing it down.
"Ugh..." So deep. The wolf hair was so rough, it hurt so much.
His big hand pulled and tugged mercilessly until I trembled and cried out, my juices flowing out, before finally pulling it out. He continued to draw on my back, the brush stained with ink.
When I lay there again, about to fall asleep, he changed the brush again.
He thrust in and out hard, soaked it, drew, then changed to a dry brush and thrust it in again. I was exhausted from this continuous torture. The pain in my whole body turned into numbness, leaving only my back and little hole to experience the merciless abuse again and again.
I don't know how many times I was awakened from my slumber, but I found that the cool, slippery brushstrokes had spread to my snowy buttocks.
"No...no...there...you can't..." I tried to stop Third Brother's actions, but I only managed to tug at the chain, to no avail.
Third Brother ignored me, continuing to draw quietly, his earnest expression like that of a craftsman polishing his most satisfying work.
What, further down? A large hand lifted my right leg, the wet brush slowly moving downwards.
Ahhh...do I have to draw on my two large petals too?
I cried out in despair, my hoarse voice almost bleeding. My body was exhausted, and I just let Third Brother draw ink on my most private petals.
After a while, Third Brother finally put down his brush. He looked at my back with satisfaction and said, "Xi'er should also see how beautiful she is now."
Then he triggered a mechanism, and several mirrors slowly appeared on the four sides of the soft couch and above the roof. The mirrors reflected an eerie, luminous pearl light, making me want to vomit.
"Come and see, Xi'er's body is so white, it's like a piece of fine jade."
I lay lifelessly on my side, slowly closing my eyes.
"Ah..." It hurts.
Third Brother grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and said with a smile, "Didn't you hear me, Xi'er? I said I'd let you see." My scalp
was being pulled painfully, but when my forced eyelids saw the scene in the mirror on the roof, I couldn't help but freeze.
Chapter 88 Needle Piercing Snow Back
That body, which was originally as white as jade—long hair like a waterfall, exquisite shoulders, a narrow waist, plump buttocks, and well-proportioned limbs. At this moment, however, it was bound into a humiliating shape by cold iron chains. Her limbs were pulled in four directions and firmly fixed by iron chains from the roof, her long hair trailing on the ground, falling messily to her sides. And on her originally snow-white back, a lifelike phoenix rising from the ashes was now painted.
A phoenix emerged from the flames, its wings outstretched, and cried out to the heavens. Its entire body coiled around her back, two long, slender tail feathers swirling around one of her buttocks, beneath which a flickering flame seemed to rise.
The phoenix appeared almost alive, as if it were about to break free of the confines of her skin and soar into the sky.
If it weren't on my body, I would be amazed by my third brother's masterful painting; if it weren't on my body, I would say that this phoenix could take flight with a single stroke of the eye—but why was it painted on my body?
The pale skin intertwined with the jet-black ink, possessing a strange allure. It was about to become the most shameful mark my third brother left on me, replacing my flawless body, accompanying me until death. No, even in my death, it would cling to my body, turning to ash and mud, entangled with my very dust.
"Can you see it clearly?"
I turned my head blankly to my third brother, not knowing what to say. He smiled slightly, then forcefully lifted his right leg and said, "What do you think of this thing by your flower cave?" Do I
need to see that too?
I looked up at the area between my legs. On the right half of the petals, a cluster of branches and leaves was drawn, and the slightly open, swollen little hole looked like a pink flower with dew on that branch and leaves.
"No...you can't do this..."
I turned my head to him and said, "Just kill me...I don't want this...no..." Tears streamed down my face like broken beads. I looked at him, trembling, and said, "Third brother, I'll do anything you want...I'll do it."
"Unfortunately, right now, I only want you to do this." He didn't put my leg down, but instead used his fingers to pry open the two petals and inserted a large, pill-shaped object into my little hole.
"No!" I struggled and shook my body, shouting hoarsely, "What did you put in me?"
"Shh!" he said, "It's to ease the pain."
"No, you're lying! Take it out, don't put it in anymore..."
He pushed the pill inward with his middle finger until it reached the inside of my vagina. The huge pill supported the slender inside, and then a tingling pleasure surged there. The pill slowly melted and shrank, and the tingling sensation grew larger and larger. It was an aphrodisiac; he had actually put an aphrodisiac in me at this moment.
"You... uh..." The aphrodisiac took effect more intensely than I had imagined. Before I could react, it attacked my senses, making my whole body tremble uncontrollably.
"Sensitive girl, this is only one pill." After saying that, he lowered my legs and instead gently pressed my anus with his fingers.
He put it there too? He didn't even spare my anus?
"There..." I barely opened my mouth before a gush of erotic fluid gushed forth. Completely powerless, I watched helplessly as he used his thick fingers to force two large pills into my even more private and narrow anus. The pushing and touching of my anus intensified the itching and tingling in front of me. I trembled, realizing with a start that a thick liquid was flowing from my lower body. The erotic fluid at the corners of my mouth also flowed uncontrollably. It was so lewd. I was bound before my own brother, so uncontrollably leaking so much erotic fluid.
The places on my upper body where he had struck me still burned with pain, while my lower body throbbed with waves of tingling from the aphrodisiac. My mind felt like it had been split in two, one side filled with unbearable pain, the other with uncontrollable desire. It felt like a thousand ants were gnawing at me, driving me almost to madness.
"Do you want it?" he asked.
"Get out... ugh..." I gritted my teeth and uttered a single word before collapsing, utterly exhausted, onto the soft couch.
My lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluid. I bit the sheet beneath me, trembling uncontrollably.
"Ah..." My back, a needle was being pierced in my back! I strained to turn my head, only to see Third Brother holding a needle, about to strike my shoulder.
"No... ah... it hurts..."
"Don't move, or if you miss, your back will be ruined!" Third Brother pressed down on my shoulder and plunged the needle in again.
"Ah... you... bastard... ah..."
Third Brother mercilessly used the needle on me. My shoulder felt like it had been plunged into a vat of boiling oil and then rolled on a bed of nails. Though it hurt, I dared not move. My left hand, still conscious, clenched tightly into my palm, hot blood flowing down my nails and spreading across my thin arm.
Chapter 89 A Giant Wave of Lust
I screamed in a hoarse voice, the stinging pain in my back relentless, fine beads of blood seeping from my skin and rolling down my smooth body.
Each time the needle plunged deep into my skin, it stung so badly my heart clenched. I gasped for breath, wanting to scream but too weak to do so.
The bone in my right shoulder had just been dislocated, and each prick caused my body to instinctively flinch, making the wound feel like it was being cut with a knife. My lower lip was already bitten raw, thick blood slowly trickling down my chin, mixing with the saliva in my mouth and dripping onto the bed.
It turns out, there really are ways in this world to make life worse than death.
I endured the pain in a daze, telling myself it would be over soon, just a little longer, but I don't know why, even though I was soaked in sweat, his needle was still only around my shoulder. A smile crept onto my face. This was for the best; this kind of pain would make me think clearly—Luo Lingxi, what will happen to you if you don't become strong?
But gradually, the sensations in my body changed. The tingling numbness in my lower body slowly spread throughout my entire body, like a flood washing over a sharp, painful stone. A piercing itch spread from the pain within my body,
gradually seeping into every corner, reaching my very marrow, as if thousands of insects were gnawing at me. My anus and chrysanthemum were soaked, and my entire body felt empty, as if I were dying.
I could no longer hold back and let out a hoarse groan. Each time the sharp needle pierced deep into my flesh, squeezing between my delicate skin, it was like an antidote, relieving the itch.
If the pain was still within my tolerance, the itch that surged from my heart was unbearable. I wanted... so much, so much, to forcefully enter, to force into my body, to make me hurt, to fill the emptiness, to find an escape from this endless torment. Even if I was covered in bruises from the sharp needle, even if I was shattered by its shameless size, it didn't matter. As long as I could have enough, as long as it was given to me now.
"More...more..." I cried out hoarsely, not knowing whether I wanted him to prick me with more needles or for his hard penis to penetrate me deeply.
"What? Can't take it already?" Third Brother's breath came from behind my ear, his deep voice making my heart pound wildly. My hands struggled and shook, trying to grab him, the high chains rattling loudly. Third Brother reached out and pressed me down, saying hoarsely, "Little slut, are you this wanton? You were just cursing me with such chastity a moment ago, and now you're going crazy thinking about me?"
I shook my head, my body trembling uncontrollably under the intense tide of passion.
"Unfortunately, I don't want to give it to you right now." Third Brother leaned down and whispered in my right ear, then lightly licked my earlobe with the tip of his tongue before getting up and leaving me.
My body trembled violently because of his masculine scent and sensitive touch. My vagina contracted tightly, releasing even more fluid, yet my heart felt as if it were sinking into an abyss. How long would this torment last?
"Xi'er is getting more and more wanton." Third Brother approached with a white cloth in his hand, parted my legs, and lightly traced a line between them with his finger.
"Ah..." I trembled,
my body tensing, screaming loudly from the overly intimate touch. "Look, it's all sticky." Third Brother's right index finger was coated with a layer of clear liquid. He slowly approached me, bent down, and inserted his finger into my mouth, forcefully prying open my tightly clenched lower lip.
A lewd, salty taste immediately filled my mouth. He rubbed it around my limply closed tongue, then lifted my chin.
"Swallow it, swallow it all."
My body seemed to boil from the man's touch, my saliva increasing, swirling with the sticky nectar, then uncontrollably dribbling from the corners of my mouth. I looked up at him, my body trembling. He looked back at me silently. In a flash, my chin was slammed down. My upper body was thrown heavily onto the soft couch again.
The sudden pain almost brought me to orgasm. It was an unbearable emptiness and tingling sensation, so intense that even the painful touch could fill it, leading to a shameless climax.
"You like it?" He chuckled, then covered the area where I had just been pricked with needles with a white cloth. His body swayed slightly.
"Do you want me to be gentler, or harder?" Third Brother gently pressed his hand on the white cloth, his burning palm making my skin involuntarily shrink.
"You're a... devil." I struggled and weakly uttered these words, then collapsed back onto the bed, trying to calm the raging waves of desire within me with my breath.
"Still so stubborn, I never would have guessed." After saying that, the third brother gently wiped the blood droplets on his shoulder with a white towel. The constant rubbing gave the huge wave in his body an outlet, and his lower body slowly contracted with each wiping and touching.
No, he's just wiping the blood off my wound with a cloth, and he's going to make me climax like that? No, I bit down hard on the sheet, but involuntarily let out a series of lewd moans.
Chapter 90 The Softest Part
I'm... I'm climaxing.
I actually reached a lewd climax because the white cloth was rubbing against the needle marks on my back... Even my tender white toes at the very end of my body clenched innocently, my whole body convulsing in waves, my mouth biting the sheet so I couldn't make a sound, my whole body trembling as if drowning.
"What a slut, you can reach climax like this?" Third Brother said, then threw the white cloth aside, picked up the needle, and stabbed my back again.
"Ugh..." My whole body was still heaving, the sudden pain made my breath catch, and then I trembled even more violently. Third Brother ignored my struggles, pressed one hand hard on my unmarked left buttock, and held the silver needle, stabbing it into my skin again and again.
My body trembled as I endured endless torment, my mind buzzing, and honey-like fluid constantly flowing from my mouth. A large patch of fluid had spread across my lower body, completely soaking my prostrate belly—a scene of unspeakable lewdness.
To my astonishment, aside from his previous actions, my third brother made no other move. He focused intently on the patterns on my back, relentlessly pricking them with a continuous, gentle needlework, occasionally wiping away the blood and sweat with a white cloth.
My body struggled in a swamp of pain and desire; the desire was far more terrifying than the pain. Each time he left to fetch something, waves of passion surged through me, only offering slight relief when new needle marks were placed.
Like a wall lamp burning all night, my consciousness gradually dimmed. A couple of times, I fell asleep from exhaustion due to the relentless surge of passion, only to be awakened by moaning from the torment of desire.
If my fingers could move, I would use my sharp index fingers to grasp my trembling body, letting the excruciating pain release me; if my feet could move, I would stomp my soles against the sheets, rubbing my thighs together desperately to relieve the relentless tingling; if I had the strength, I would scream with all my might, letting the swelling energy within me dissipate with each scream… But, besides waiting, I can do nothing but wait for my own brother to completely ravage my body, to mercilessly pierce my back with countless tiny holes, and then to pierce my once pristine buttocks and my most intimate petals. My body will be covered with his marks.
I should have died, but I dare not, because he said that if I died, many others would die with me. Yes, I cannot die. Slowly, I manage a weak smile—why should I die? Why should I die? I must live well, no matter how much torment and humiliation I suffer tonight, I must live well. I still have a bright tomorrow, I still have unfulfilled wishes, why kill myself because of a bad person!
Closing my eyes, I trembled as I silently counted the number of needle pricks: one, two, three… until over 1500, when his large hand slid across my buttocks.
The most painful part, my lower back, had passed; now, it was my delicate, baby-skin-like buttocks that would suffer the torment.
With the first prick, my body instinctively arched high, only to be mercilessly pressed down by the person beside me. I could almost feel the icy chill when the needle tip touched my supple skin.
That area was the softest and most elastic; when the needle tip pressed down, it first created a small dent, but the needle tip was too sharp, and the skin too soft; in the overwhelming contest, it ultimately lost. The needle tip finally broke through the outermost layer of protection, its sharp, tiny body penetrating deep into the skin.
"Ah..."
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Third Brother suddenly uttered a hoarse voice, causing my body to instinctively shudder.
I slowly calmed my body, remaining silent, just as before, silently counting the number in my mind.
My body had teetered on the edge of climax and abyss countless times, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact. Even the slightest breath that brushed against me while speaking could make my body tense for a long time. All my willpower was focused on distracting myself, not indulging too much in the small touches, not climaxing because of them. Because if I did, Third Brother would press my body down firmly and continue to mercilessly prick me with the needle. That feeling was worse than death.
Two thousand and one, two thousand and two... The fine, cold, hard needle tip had reached the bottom of my buttocks, near the cleft. Third Brother lifted my right leg high with his hand, then the chains rattled, and my right leg was evilly hoisted up!
The touch just now caused her body to spasm violently again. She bit her lip hard, trying to reduce the pleasure below by the pain in her mouth. Her vaginal opening was completely out of control, and sticky fluid was flowing out.
Third Brother lowered his head again, pricking the softest part of her wide-open, previously hidden between her buttocks with the tip of a needle.

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