Dark Angels: Undercover Chapter 18

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Yan Nu lowered her body, kneeling beside Du Qianxin. Her fingers gently stroked Du Qianxin's smooth, sweat-drenched back, her tongue lightly licking along the red whip marks. The sensitive wounds felt the warm touch of her soft tongue, and the surrounding muscles trembled silently.

Du Qianxin's crying slowly subsided, and she struggled with all her willpower to suppress a groan mixed with pain and pleasure. Her tender flesh, recently subjected to cruel treatment, seemed even more sensitive than usual to such gentle touch. The sweat-drenched wounds still burned, but the gentle contact on her back, mixed with intense pain, had begun to make her feel hot.

Her tongue slowly moved down the whip marks, her back, her waist, gradually approaching her bare buttocks.

Du Qianxin's raised buttocks trembled nervously.

Yan Nu said from behind, "Don't make the same mistake again."

Du Qianxin replied in a trembling voice, "This little slave won't dare."

Yan Nu raised her head, her tongue leaving Du Qianxin's sensitive skin, and gently patted Du Qianxin's bottom with her small hand. "Crawl over here with me." Saying this, she led the way to the wheelchair.

Du Qianxin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If the tongue continued down, she didn't know how her body would react. But faintly, she felt a little disappointed. Disappointed? Why did she feel disappointed? Could it be that the touch of a woman could make her body feel pleasure? Or was she too sensitive and easily aroused? Was she really a born sex slave as they said? Was this the real her?

Absolutely not! Du Qianxin fiercely scolded herself in her heart. How could she be so easily swayed? These were just natural bodily reactions. Where had the Du Qianxin who was once so energetic, ambitious, and never gave up gone?

Du Qianxin clearly understood that these criminals were experts in sex, possessing in-depth knowledge of every hidden, sensitive part of the human body. To fight against their endless tricks and ingenious schemes, to deny the shameful sensations they evoked, was a doomed battle. But her soul was something they couldn't touch. No matter what they did to her body, no matter how her body surrendered, as long as she maintained the last shred of clarity in her mind, firmly remembering her responsibility to find evidence of their crimes as quickly as possible, she would be the ultimate victor.

Du Qianxin followed behind the effeminate woman, slowly crawling forward on her knees and hands. The wounds on her back and arms burned with each movement, but Du Qianxin gritted her teeth to keep quiet.

What seemed like a short few steps felt like an endless journey.

Finally, Du Qianxin reached the effeminate woman's knees, exhaled a long breath, and relaxed, collapsing back to the ground. Although her wounds hadn't healed at all, compared to the friction pain of crawling, it was like heaven.

Yan Nu feigned pity, "My dear, does it hurt a lot? I'll put some medicine on it for you right away."

Du Qianxin gritted her teeth at Yan Nu's despicable, feigned sympathy.

Yan Nu hung the whip back on the back of the wheelchair, retrieved a small green round box and a shiny iron chain, the end of which was connected to a black leather collar. "But first, I need to put this on you, lift your neck."

Du Qianxin weakly propped herself up and raised her head; now, she could only accept any torture and humiliation with equanimity.

Yan Nu picked up the collar and wrapped it around Du Qianxin's slender neck, tightly fastening the leather buckle. The chain jingled crisply as she pulled, then stepped back, admiring the contrast between the black collar and her white neck. She then passed the chain to the doll's hand.

Du Qianxin watched in astonishment as the doll's hand tightened automatically, realizing that she now looked like a pet being led by a doll. From this moment on, she had officially lost her dignity as a human being.

Yan Nu patted Du Qianxin's head, "Good girl, hold on tight and don't move."

Du Qianxin was kneeling on the ground like a female dog, her hands and knees supporting her body parallel to the ground. Her back, arms, and buttocks were covered in red welts from whippings. Her firm breasts pointed vertically to the floor, and the black collar contrasted sharply with her snow-white neck. This humiliating posture, in the eyes of the couple beside her, seemed to tempt them to inflict further abuse.

Yan Nu opened the round box in her hand, scooped out a dollop of green ointment, and carefully applied it to Du Qianxin's battered back. The moment

the ointment touched her skin, a cool sensation immediately seeped deep into her skin, and the burning pain quickly disappeared like a snowball melting in a fire.

Yan Nu's hand followed the numerous wounds, spreading the ointment across Du Qianxin's once smooth arms and back, slowly moving down to the slave's buttocks. She felt her clenched buttocks tremble slightly in her palms, and secretly chuckled. Even in this state, this woman was still so nervous about skin contact.

Yan Nu's fingers traced down the cleft of Du Qianxin's buttocks, while her other hand gently yet firmly pulled apart her legs.

Helplessly complying with Yan Nu's actions, Du Qianxin parted her tightly closed thighs, knowing that her most intimate parts were completely exposed to her.

Her head tilted back, unable to see what was behind her, only heightened her senses. Du Qianxin could almost see Yan Nu's fingers moving downwards inch by inch, gently circling her anus a few times, causing her to involuntarily twist her hips to avoid this shameful caress. Then, continuing downwards, she first applied ointment to the wounds on the inside of her thighs, then gently stroked her vulva, causing it to shyly bloom under the tender touch.

Yan Nu carefully applied the ointment to the whip marks around her vulva, skillfully stimulating her sensitive areas. Watching her vulva slowly become moist, Yan Nu smiled with satisfaction.

Although this woman had just cruelly whipped him, she was now gently applying medicine to him, and for some reason, he was starting to feel a strange sense of closeness to her.

One hand pressed down on Du Qianxin's buttocks, while the other hand, with its index and middle fingers together, probed a finger's depth, slowly stirring, its thumb pressing and gently kneading the protruding clitoris.

Twice in one day, someone else's fingers had entered his body, and this time the intruder was a woman.

The gentle movements made his buttocks sway involuntarily, feeling even more comfortable than before. The thumb kneading his clitoris felt like creating electric currents, causing his body to tremble.

Watching Du Qianxin's eyes gradually become hazy, her mouth slightly open as she breathed rapidly like a fish out of water, the iron chain around her neck jingling with her trembling, her delicate and lovely appearance made the woman unable to resist kissing her.

The woman's tongue immediately began to swirl around as soon as it entered, and after a brief resistance, Du Qianxin gradually began to respond clumsily.

Two delicate tongues intertwined passionately, while the seductive slave's fingers moved more and more intensely, penetrating deeper and deeper. Feeling Du Qianxin's flesh tremble violently as it clung to his fingers, he knew she was nearing climax. Suddenly, the seductive slave withdrew his fingers from her body, and his mouth parted from hers.

Du Qianxin stared in bewilderment at the smiling face before her, not understanding why he had stopped. From the brink of reaching her peak, she had suddenly plummeted, a mix of surprise, relief, humiliation, anger, and—disappointment—swirling within her.

The seductive slave smiled at the unsatisfied girl before him. "Let me teach you another lesson," he said. "A slave is not allowed to climax without the master's permission." He then extended his hand towards Du Qianxin, slowly separating two fingers. A viscous, glistening silver thread of vaginal fluid formed between his fingers, emitting an obscene glow under the light.

"Do you know what this is?"

Du Qianxin's mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't utter the words.

Suddenly, Yan Nu's fingers snapped together and shoved into Du Qianxin's mouth. "I don't know, but I'll let you taste it."

Du Qianxin was startled, whimpering as she tried to spit out the fingers, but Yan Nu's other hand held her head firmly down, leaving her

no chance to escape. She felt a slightly sweet, fishy taste fill her mouth; the flavor wasn't nauseating, but the profound humiliation made it take all her willpower to stop her from biting down hard. At that moment, Du Qianxin finally understood that she couldn't hold any hope for these guys. Even their gentle treatment of her was merely preparation for deeper humiliation, but she couldn't resist, only able to whimper in protest.

Yan Nu didn't care about her thoughts, her fingers roughly swirling in her mouth, watching her whimper in pain, filled with a sadistic pleasure.

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