The Legend of the Licentious Concubine... Zhao Min, the Imperial Concubine, Part 7

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Insertion caused the moans to rise even higher, and simultaneously, a gush of vaginal fluid flowed from her lower body. Zhao Min was now in a semi

-conscious state, unable to distinguish whether her moans came from the pleasure of lust or the pain of the iron stockings; she was simply

instinctively craving intense stimulation. "Brother Wuji, it feels so good! You…you quickly carry me to the torture

chamber, come and torture Minmin! Minmin really needs it!"

Hearing Zhao Min's request, Zhang Wuji didn't withdraw. He placed Zhao Min's legs on his shoulders, embraced her waist

, and, with a burst of true energy, triggered a mechanism, carrying Zhao Min into a hidden, dark room within the bedchamber

. The room was illuminated by luminous pearls and furnished with various female torture instruments, from large torture racks to small

whips and nipple bells—everything Zhao Min had meticulously prepared according to his preferences, completely

unknown even to Zhou Zhiruo. Minmei is currently injured and probably cannot be subjected to torture like being suspended with her hands behind her back. Perhaps

she should be tortured lying down, sitting on that iron cart.

Zhang Wuji looked around and chose a torture platform, placing Zhao Min on it. The mention of the iron cart

immediately made Zhao Min's breathing quicken. As soon as Zhang Wuji put her down, she began to

groan, her legs not closing, but instead spreading wide in cooperation. Although the iron stockings were chained together

, they did not restrict Zhao Min's steps or the width of her legs, as they could not interfere with the emperor's access to his concubines. Zhang Wuji crawled out from between Zhao Min's legs, freeing himself from the chains, and turned to bind Zhao Min 　　　　to a reclining chair-like frame

on the torture platform . 　　　　This iron trolley was also a cleverly designed erotic device. It turns out that Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min had spent some time in the rebel army . 　　　　At that time, although Zhang Wuji was nominally the leader of the army, he was unfamiliar with military affairs, so he delegated all matters, large and small, 　　　　to his deputies, such as Chang Yuchun and Xu Da. Zhao Min often had clever schemes and plans, while Zhang Wuji himself ended up as a human shield, 　　　　frequently drawing teasing from Zhao Min who said that he, the dignified commander, had become a common soldier. Zhang Wuji knew he wasn't 　　　　cut out to lead an army, and now that the rebel army had made good use of its personnel, he didn't need to be stern and unsmiling towards his own people. So he used the stories of Emperor Gaozu's generals and 　　　　Han Xin's military exploits to embellish his image. 　　　　Zhao Min laughed upon hearing this, then scolded, "Emperor Gaozu of Han made a shrewd plan, promising Han Xin three things he wouldn't kill, yet Empress Lü ultimately had 　　　　him killed with a bamboo knife. You, Zhang Wuji, are such a kind old man; where would you find the courage? You only rely on your superb 　　　　martial arts to be a fierce general, always charging ahead. Aren't you afraid of one day suffering a setback and ending up like Gao Chong, who killed Tie Huache with his spear?" 　　　　Zhao Min's words flowed naturally; she had intended to use this opportunity to subtly advise Zhang Wuji against always being at the forefront on the battlefield. However, after speaking 　　　　, she realized that her comment about killing meritorious officials subtly alluded to Zhang Wuji's identity and understood her mistake, so she 　　　　remained silent. Seeing the awkward silence, Zhang Wuji didn't want to continue the original argument. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him, and 　　　　he thought of a way to comfort Zhao Min. Zhang Wuji teased Zhao Min, saying, "General Gao Chong's warhorse couldn't withstand the stamina; 　　　　it met its end after only eleven iron carts. Do you think my divine skill is inferior to a mere horse? If 　　　　you want to be at ease, Min-mei, it's not difficult. After we enter the palace, you can sit on the cart in this position and thrust at me. Let's see 　　　　how many times my golden spear can withstand your iron carts, and then you'll know the extent of my divine skill." Zhao Min immediately blushed with embarrassment 　　　　, but she remembered Zhang Wuji's unintentional words. Soon after entering the palace, driven by lust, Zhao Min 　　　　quickly became addicted to various forms of torture and abuse. Seeking novel and exciting methods of torture, she painstakingly created this iron cart 　　　　torture device. 　　　　The iron pulley was originally a military ram used to charge into enemy lines from a height, a powerful defensive 　　　　weapon. Now, Zhao Min's iron pulley torture device was a sloping platform, similar to a ramp, with parallel longitudinal 　　　　rails on which a pulley support was placed. 　　　　Besides straps binding her torso and hands, the pulley also had a unique structure to separate and secure her legs 　　　　. During torture, Zhao Min's legs were spread apart and fixed to the pulley support. The pulley support could 　　　　slide up and down the rails, and at the top, a lock automatically engaged. If the lock was released, the pulley could slide freely 　　　　down again, carrying Zhao Min towards Zhang Wuji's penis, causing her vagina to be violently penetrated during the impact 　　　　. The device's name comes from this scene of a spear thrusting into an iron pulley. 　　　　Zhang Wuji positioned the limp Zhao Min on the iron pulley, then placed his penis on 　　　　an auxiliary support below the execution platform. He fitted a large, spiky eye ring around the base of his penis 　　　　, adjusting its position so that Zhao Min's open vulva faced his penis. Then, using a long stick, Zhang Wuji used 　　　　the iron pulley to lift Zhao Min to a higher position on the execution platform. With a click, the lock engaged the pulley, and Zhao Min's vulva was now 　　　　directly facing Zhang Wuji's penis. Her vaginal fluids dripped slowly from between her legs, like drops of saliva 　　　　. 　　　　"Brother Wuji, I feel so empty, release the floodgates… let me gush down and be penetrated by you!" Zhao Min 　　　　pleaded, unable to receive Zhang Wuji's penetration. Zhang Wuji pulled the lever, and the lock under the iron cart retracted into 　　　　the execution platform. The cart, now without its locking mechanism, began to slide downwards, accelerating rapidly within moments. At this moment, Zhang 　　　　Wuji's penis remained erect on the execution platform. If its position had been slightly off, failing to strike Zhao Min's vulva, it would have 　　　　resulted in the cart impaling and crushing her. Zhang Wuji, however, acted as if nothing was amiss. He had long since mastered the iron cart, and 　　　　the instant Zhao Min's cart reached the bottom of the sliding platform, he thrust forward, his thick, hard penis instantly plunging into 　　　　Zhao Min's vagina. 　　　　Zhao Min, suddenly struck in the vulva, jolted. Her legs involuntarily tried to close to protect herself, 　　　　but they were already firmly secured by belts, rendering her immobile. In that instant, Zhao Min watched helplessly as 　　　　a hard object rapidly and unimpededly filled her vagina. If it weren't for the thick ring around the base of Zhang Wuji's penis 　　　　, keeping a portion of it outside Zhao Min's vagina, the enormous glans would almost have plunged in.

The penis struck Zhao Min's cervix. Despite this, Zhao Min's vagina was suddenly penetrated by Zhang Wuji's penis,

her vulva violently slamming against the clitoral ring at the base of his penis. The soft rubber thorns pierced Zhao

Min's engorged labia and erect clitoris. The immense force of the impact and the sudden, intense stimulation caused Zhao Min to cry out

, her entire body tensing, almost bouncing back.

Zhao Min felt a spasm in her vaginal walls; this impact almost gave her

the illusion that her vulva was being rubbed raw and bleeding. If it weren't for the large amount of vaginal fluid that had been secreted earlier, providing ample lubrication

, even if she survived this first time, her vagina would likely have been a bloody mess after several more thrusts. Zhao

Min's nipples stood erect with excitement. She breathed heavily, murmuring urging Zhang Wuji to further

torture her. "Ahhh... I can't take it anymore! No, Brother Wuji, don't mind me! Minmin just wants to enjoy this

kind of stimulation! Ahhh... Brother Wuji, quickly gag Minmin! Don't worry about Minmin's cries. The more you...

the more stimulating you are with Minmin, the more excited she will become. Come on, keep thrusting into Minmin!"

Hearing Zhao Min's moans and cries, Zhang Wuji began to thrust harder, his breathing becoming heavy. He

didn't immediately push Zhao Min back up the slope. Instead, with his penis still inside her vagina, he used it

to push her and the cart up and down. His hands weren't idle either; first, he gagged Zhao Min with a torn piece of her undergarment,

then he took two thumb-sized nipple bells, pinched her hardened nipples, and pinned them to her chest

. Zhao Min, legs spread, was fixed to the cart, allowing Zhang Wuji to use one penis to push against her lower body. With

each thrust, she swayed up and down, the bells on her nipples jingling humiliatingly with each sway of her breasts. Her

incessant moans clearly showed she was experiencing a sexual climax. Zhang Wuji, having tossed Zhao Min around

for a moment, thrust his hips again, giving a powerful jolt, like a king tossing a cauldron, propelling Zhao Min and the iron trolley several feet

. The trolley was then pushed to the top of the slope and locked by the mechanism.

Zhao Min, pushed by Zhang Wuji's force, experienced a sensation akin to ascending to heaven. Zhang Wuji's thick penis

slid out of her vagina with a soft hissing sound, drawing out a large amount of milky vaginal fluid,

which spilled along the guide rails of the slope, gradually filling the torture chamber with a slightly fishy, lewd odor. As

the iron trolley reached the top of the torture platform, Zhao Min knew that another violent impact was about to descend upon her sensitive vagina

. The previous impact had almost been unbearable, yet her intense sexual desire made her

faintly yearn for the next one. Terrified and terrified, Zhao Min closed her eyes slightly, savoring the irresistible

thrill. Since being strapped to the execution platform, Zhao Min felt no longer like a noble princess

or concubine, but a lamb to be slaughtered by Zhang Wuji. Her gradually losing consciousness was filled with

excited fantasies.

Zhao Min felt as if she wasn't merely strapped to the platform; she also felt

suspended thousands of feet in the air, with countless of Zhang Wuji's penises aimed at her vulva. As the locks

loosened again, the iron pulley accelerated its descent, and she plummeted like a stone from the sky. Countless of

Zhang Wuji's penises coalesced into a giant pillar, like thick iron spears, plunging into her vagina

, instantly reaching her uterus, then transforming back into countless penises, lashing every nerve.

With a violent jolt of the weights on her nipples, the immense impact on her vulva and vagina caused Zhao Min to

instinctively arch her back. The force of the impact reached her lower abdomen, and with her lower body out of control, a stream of clear

urine gushed out of her ravaged vagina like a newly opened spring. This jolted

Zhao Min awake from her reverie, realizing she was once again penetrated by Zhang Wuji's penis.

Zhao Min's previously dazed eyes widened instantly. Although her toes were tightly clamped by iron stockings, she

instinctively tried to clench them together. The pain in her toes mingled with the stimulation of her vagina,

and Zhao Min, who had been barely controlling herself, could no longer stop the gushing urine. Soon, a large, messy pool of clear urine flowed beneath the iron pulley

. Zhang Wuji, still not satisfied, continued to stimulate Zhao Min with varying degrees of intensity. Supported by the Nine Yang Divine Skill,

Zhao Min experienced the sensation of being slid down the iron chariot for the third time in despair. She involuntarily

let out a moan, hoping to send a plea for mercy through the tattered gag. However, she already

knew that, according to their tacit agreement, the torture was only just beginning. As the successor of Hu Qingniu

, Zhang Wuji had already thoroughly examined Zhao Min's physical limits.

He understood that although Zhao Min felt she could no longer endure it, she still desperately craved

the experience of being passively subjected to severe sexual torture. Her current sensations were merely the beginning. Next, Zhang

Wuji skillfully manipulated the iron chariot,

slowly extracting every ounce of potential from Zhao Min's body with each thrust. He even fed her water several times to replenish her strength. Zhao Min, in the iron

carriage, first groaned in pain, then gradually cried out.

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