[The Chronicles of Lewd and Cruel Martial Arts] Chapter 4 & Chapter 5 (Part 1)

The Legend of the Lewd and Cruel Martial World - Chapter Four:
In the distance, layer upon layer of mountains rose, stretching endlessly. Closer in, nestled among the peaks, lay
a vast bamboo forest, a common sight in the mountains of Lingnan. The mountain wind swept through this verdant ocean, creating a roaring sound like a thousand horses galloping.
In a clearing within the bamboo forest, a fair-skinned, beautiful woman in white, wielding a long sword
, danced gracefully amidst the greenery. Her movements were light and agile, her sword like a nimble snake. The midday sun filtered through the treetops,
casting dappled shadows on the clearing. The woman's white figure, like a forest sprite, moved freely through the verdant bamboo
sea.
A soft chuckle rang out, and a beautiful girl in purple, with a delicate face and exquisite figure, also flew into the bamboo forest
. A purple figure, swift as lightning, unleashed five swift sword strikes towards the white-clad woman's back. The white-clad woman
smiled lightly, turned, and deflected all five lightning-fast sword strikes. Then, with a light dance of her sword tip, she counterattacked with
three more.
The purple-clad girl's graceful figure floated out of the circle, playfully saying, "I'm not coming anymore! Sister Xiao won't let Ling'er have
a chance. Just make Ling'er happy."
The white-clad woman, Xiao Yu, laughed, "Ling'er, your Murong family's ethereal shadow technique is already unparalleled in the martial world. Add to that your inner
demon tribulation, and I'm afraid if you continue practicing, not to mention Sister Xiao, there will be very few people in the martial world who can surpass your lightness skill and footwork."
Murong Ling then smiled sweetly, walked over, took Xiao Yu's hand, and said, "It's almost noon. Ling'er has
prepared lunch. Let's go back together."
In the small courtyard room behind Black Wind Village,
Murong Ling lit sandalwood incense in the incense burner. Watching the rising wisps of incense smoke, she said wistfully:
"We have to go back today... These past few days have been the happiest days for Ling'er, and Ling'er is really a little reluctant to leave..."
Xiao Yu hugged Murong Ling from behind with her delicate arms and said softly, "There's plenty of time in the future. We can spend every day together after we go back
, and won't that be just as happy? The most important thing right now is to bring the remaining pages of the secret scroll you have back to the manor so that
Brother Ye can decipher the characters as soon as possible to deal with the Demonic Sect."
Murong Ling nodded, walked to the table, picked up a brush, unfolded the paper and wrote in cursive script, and pressed the amber ring on her finger to finish writing . He sealed the letter,
handed it to Xiao Yu, and said solemnly, "Sister Xiao, please go down the mountain to the town branch first and have them pass this letter on to
Master Ding of Hongyi Hall in the city. In the letter, I have ordered him to take over Black Wind Stronghold and to immediately send one hundred disciples to the town
branch to meet us. After that, you lead the town branch's carts back down the mountain to wait for me, and we will leave together."
Xiao Yu took the letter and asked, "And what about you, Ling'er?"
Murong Ling replied, "I still need to go to Black Wind Stronghold to see Hei Batian one last time." After saying this, she blushed and added:
"I think that although he is lecherous and foolish, he is not entirely wicked or a great villain. I want to persuade him to repent
and do some righteous things for the martial arts world of the Central Plains."
Xiao Yu wanted to tease her a bit more, but upon hearing Murong Ling's words, he nodded and said, "That's for the best. I'm going now, and
I should be back to pick you up around dusk." He added, "Ling'er, be careful, I'll be back soon."
Murong Ling nodded, took Xiao Yu's hand, and said reluctantly, "Sister Xiao, Yu Lang, you must be careful too,
go quickly and come back soon, Ling'er will be waiting for you here."
Xiao Yu smiled and kissed Ling'er's forehead before gracefully leaving.
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Murong Ling stood at the door watching Xiao Yu's white figure disappear, and stood there for a long time before returning to
her room. She carefully closed the remaining pages of the secret scroll and put them in her bosom, picked up her short sword, and after everything was settled, she headed towards the mountain stronghold
.
At the gate of Black Wind Stronghold, the guards, seeing Murong Ling arrive alone, hurriedly ran to
kowtow and pay their respects. Murong Ling ignored them, walking straight through the gate, across the training ground, and towards the main hall of the stronghold
. Some of the guards and henchmen on either side bowed in greeting, while others stared at her, drooling
. Murong Ling walked past as if no one else was there, becoming the focus of everyone's attention. She felt
the burning gazes of the bandits around her, as if they wanted to see through her clothes to her naked body, as if they wished to strip her naked and
rape her on the spot. This made her heart race slightly, and her face flush.
Upon arriving at the main hall of the mountain stronghold, two guards rushed to Murong Ling's side, saying, "Kowtowing to the young lady!"
"Where is Chief Hei?"
The two guards hesitated, exchanging a glance before lowering their heads again. One of them stammered, "Chief Hei
... he's currently..."
"What is Hei Batian doing?"
the other guard finally said. "Reporting to the young lady, Chief Hei is interrogating a prisoner in the dungeon."
"Interrogating a prisoner?" Murong Ling realized the meaning of "interrogation" and immediately blushed. With a hint of anger in her voice,
she said, "Didn't I order you not to torture or abuse innocent women anymore?"
The quick-witted guard, hearing the anger in Murong Ling's voice, hurriedly replied, "Reporting to Miss,
how dare we disobey your orders? It's like this, the chief told us to be vigilant against the infiltrators of the Demonic Cult invading our stronghold. These past
few days, the chief personally went down the mountain and arrested several suspected thieves, both men and women, who are currently being interrogated
. Once the thieves confess, the chief immediately informs Miss. Please forgive any oversight!"
Arrested some Demonic Cult spies? Probably just using this as a pretext for cruelty, Murong Ling
thought to herself. However, she suddenly remembered the female prisoners in the dungeon, pleading and begging under Hei Batian's massive club.
Murong Ling trembled involuntarily. Hei Batian hadn't carried out her orders; she should be angry,
but why was she so indifferent? Compared to this, what was happening in the dungeon seemed
to be more captivating?
"Young Miss?" The two guards, seeing Murong Ling lost in thought, her expression shifting between anger and joy,
exchanged bewildered glances.
"Lead the way to the dungeon. I want to see it for myself," Murong Ling
said after a long pause, seemingly having made a great decision.
"This…Yes, ma'am!"
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Two henchmen led Murong Ling through the back hall to a cave. The guards at the entrance quickly bowed to
Murong Ling.
"Young Miss, the chieftain is inside. He asked me to lead the way."
"No need, I can go in myself," Murong Ling said coldly.
"Yes, sir." The henchmen obediently stood at the cave entrance.
The cave entrance was a long, dark downward passage. Although torches were lit on both sides,
a chill still permeated the air upon entering. Murong Ling even felt her nipples harden. The passage turned a
corner, and gradually, the sounds of men's laughter and curses, women's cries, and the cracking of whips came from ahead.
The air gradually filled with a peculiar odor, a mixture of semen and excrement,
a stench that seemed to attract Murong Ling, making her heart race and her breathing rapid.
At the end of the passageway was a closed, thick wooden door. Looking through a small window in the door, Murong Ling's
heart pounded, and her whole body trembled with excitement.
This was a prison cell combined with a torture chamber, about the size of the back hall of the mountain stronghold. On the left, towards the back, was a row of wooden
bars, presumably the cells for imprisoning criminals. Hanging on the walls were ropes, chains, handcuffs, yokes,
branding irons, ordinary horsewhips, and barbed whips, among other torture instruments Murong Ling had never seen before, but
judging from their shape, they were likely used to torture female prisoners. A roaring fire burned in a stove beside the wall, casting a reddish glow on the skin of the people nearby
.
Inside the torture chamber, the bandits were being tortured and raped—a young man and two women, all completely naked
. One of the women was lying on her back against the wall, held by a village soldier. Her legs were spread wide,
and another soldier was pressing down on her. The soldiers were both naked, and their penises were simultaneously penetrating
her vagina and anus. Her hands were cuffed in wooden shackles, the chains of which were fastened to the wall.
One of the soldiers held her foot, watching with envy as his companions raped her.
He could only greedily rub his own erect penis against her foot.
The woman cried and struggled, but the shackles and the two strong men raping her made
all her resistance futile. Her excessive twisting caused the soldiers' penises to slip out of her vagina and be pushed
back in several times. Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer and slapped the crying woman across the face, cursing, "You motherfucker! If you shout or
move again, I'll pierce your tongue and hang you up!" The woman then dared not move anymore, only sobbing softly.
The bandit leader, who was raping the woman's anus while holding her beneath him,
laughed at the other bandit leader who was frantically rubbing his penis
against the woman's delicate feet, saying, "Zhang Laosan, why are you in such a hurry? Once that pretty boy over there with Ma Laoliu is done, we'll let you have your turn. If you ejaculate now, you'll be left with nothing!" With that,
the two men on top of the woman laughed lewdly and triumphantly.
Meanwhile, the bandit named Ma Laoliu was raping a young boy with delicate skin. The boy
was strapped to a large wooden yoke against the wall, his head and hands bound, forced to bend over with his buttocks sticking out.
Behind him, the bandit Ma Laoliu was thrusting his large, dark penis between the boy's pale buttocks, penetrating
his anus. While thrusting, he squeezed and kneaded the boy's erect penis like milking a cow
. The boy's mouth was stuffed with a rag, allowing him only to whimper. As Ma Laoliu raped the young
man, he laughed, "Old Xie, Old Jia, you don't know, playing with a man is indescribably wonderful!
Look at this kid, haha, he's already ejaculated again!" As he spoke,
he increased the speed of his manipulation of the boy's penis. The boy whimpered several times, his penis twitching as it ejaculated white semen onto the ground,
where a pool of thick, shiny semen had already accumulated.
On a nearby door-shaped rack, a woman hung by her hands, chained to the ends of a beam.
Behind her, a bandit was viciously whipping her fair back. Each lash
was accompanied by a scream of agony from the woman. The woman's naked body
was covered in whip marks. Her once full breasts were now bruised and purple. Her genitals were even more
gruesome; a thick, bloody welt ran across her labia, and a large patch of pubic hair had clearly been whipped away.
It was impossible to tell how many lashes she had received or what kind of torture she had endured.
Before the tortured woman was a table laden with food and drink. Seated in a large chair was a
burly, dark-skinned, bald, naked man with a fierce, menacing face—Hei Batian. Hei Batian was
slowly and steadily stroking his erect, thick, dark penis, a lewd grin spreading across his face
, his wolfish eyes wide with ravenous enjoyment as he watched the woman being tortured.
Finally, after a vicious lash from the guards behind her, the woman let out a long scream
, then abruptly stopped. Her head drooped, and she lay motionless, seemingly having succumbed to the torture and passed out. Black Tyrant gave a wink
, stopping the guards behind him from raising their whips again. He picked up a wine bottle from the table, chuckled, and stepped forward. He grabbed
the woman's long, flowing hair, lifted her head, and slowly poured the wine onto her face. The woman opened her
eyes, the strong liquor flowing down onto her wounds, stinging her and causing her to cry out in agony again.
"Damn it! You demonic cult witch, confess now! What schemes and plots does your cult have
against our stronghold? If you don't talk, I'll whip you to death!" Black Tyrant roared with a sinister grin.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty! I'm not some demonic sorceress... I confess... I'm
the daughter of the wealthy Li family in the city. I was just out for a spring outing with my maids and servants... Please... let me go, Your Majesty...
" The woman sobbed, her voice broken.
"Bullshit! You think you can fool me? I'll show you what's what, and let you see how powerful your black grandpa is!"
"Methods!" Hei Batian chuckled, pulling out a dagger and plunging it into the embers of the stove. A moment later, he pulled it out;
the tip was nearly red-hot. He grabbed one of the woman's breasts, grinning maliciously, "Grandpa Hei will
paint some flowers on your slutty tits!"
"No! No! Please, Your Majesty, have mercy!" The woman thrashed about in terror,
the chains of her handcuffs rattling, but Hei Batian's large hand held one breast firmly, rendering
it immobile. Hei Batian traced the whip marks on the woman's chest with the red-hot dagger tip, producing a hissing sound and
a puff of white smoke, accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream from the woman: "Ah!! ~~ ...
"~~~~~~"
Murong Ling leaned tightly against the stone wall outside the door, trembling with excitement, her body burning hot, her legs weak. Only
the cool stone wall prevented her from collapsing to the ground. Murong Ling was a virgin, beautiful and noble, always
surrounded by people who treated her with utmost respect. When had she ever witnessed such a lewd and sadistic scene of tormenting a woman for pleasure? Only
last night had she and Xiao Yu tasted the joy of sex for the first time, yet she had no idea that there were so many
ways to torment and please a woman. Murong Ling felt an intense tingling and itching between her legs, and could clearly feel the constant
secretion of vaginal fluid.
Murong Ling couldn't help but loosen the thin sash of her purple robe, secretly slipping one hand inside to knead her already
erect nipples, while her other hand reached down to her crotch, lightly... Gently peeling back her already soaked underpants, she mimicked Xiao Yu
's technique from the previous night, lightly kneading the already erect, full clitoris on her labia with her fingertips. The gentle touch
sent waves of intense pleasure through her genitals, almost causing Murong Ling to moan aloud. Fortunately, she quickly bit her lips tightly, preventing
a sound. After this, Murong Ling dared not exert herself further, remaining hidden in the shadows, slowly masturbating
while continuing to watch the lewd scene in the prison.
The woman had already been branded unconscious by Hei Batian. Hei Batian showed no mercy,
resurrecting her with wine, then heating his dagger red-hot. He lifted one of the woman's legs, preparing to brand
the thick, red welt on her genitals with the dagger. The woman looked down and saw this, instantly terrified, crying out, "Your Majesty, please don't… I
confess… Please, Your Majesty, don't torture me there… I'm not married yet!" "
...Confessed?" Hei Batian chuckled coldly. "If you had confessed sooner, you wouldn't have suffered so much! Speak!
What schemes does the Demonic Sect have against our stronghold?"
"The...the Demonic Sect...I...I..." The poor woman, facing this vicious mountain bandit, seemed
unable to fabricate a confession. Tears streamed down her face, her eyes filled with pleading.
"Damn it! How dare you play tricks on me!" Hei Batian pressed the dagger in his hand tightly against the whip mark on the woman's genitals. With a hiss,
a puff of white smoke rose, and the woman let out a heart-wrenching scream, choked with sobs: "Ahhhhhh!
It hurts!!" Her head drooped, and she fainted from the pain.
"Hmph! This witch is still so stubborn!" Hei Batian tossed the dagger aside with a clatter, walked behind the woman, and admiringly
looked at her pert, shapely buttocks. He slapped his crotch twice with satisfaction and said, "This chick,
nice little butt! About the same size as that Miss Murong's!"
"Not bad, not bad, this chick's breasts are about the same size as that young lady's too!"
"The chieftain is right! This chick seems to look a bit like Murong Ling!"
"Exactly! I wonder what kind of lewd and arrogant Miss Murong will be like
after she's been stripped naked and put into this torture chamber!" The surrounding
henchmen erupted in clamor, fantasizing about the pitiful woman before them as Murong Ling.
Murong Ling, who had been secretly masturbating outside the door, finally succumbed to her weakness and slowly sat down on the ground, her hands still
rubbing her nipples and clitoris.
Amidst the shouts and fantasies of the henchmen, Hei Batian, unable to contain his excitement, grabbed the woman's slender waist with one hand and grasped
one of her breasts with the other, thrusting his long spear straight into her honeyed orifice. The poor woman's vagina had just been branded with a dagger, and
Hei Batian's thick, long cannon was even larger than that of an average man. With one thrust, the wound was immediately torn open, and she
screamed in pain, waking up.
Hei Batian showed no mercy, thrusting wildly into the woman's narrow vagina while smugly saying
, "Damn it, I'm not bragging, but which woman who falls into my hands, Hei Batian, doesn't obediently
submit?" Even the noble and proud Miss Murong, if she came here, would have to
crawl like a bitch between my legs and suck my big dick! Hahaha! The more he talked, the more excited he became, and his penis
thrust even more wildly into the woman's vagina: "Confess! Are you a demoness from the Demonic Sect?!"
The woman had already suffered enough torture and was almost delirious from the pain. She only vaguely heard
the people around her mentioning names. When Hei Batian shouted, she cried out, "Your Majesty... I am Murong Ling... I am
Miss Murong... Please, Your Majesty, release me!" "Please, Your Majesty, have mercy..."
Hearing that the woman claimed to be Murong Ling, Hei Batian became even more aroused. His penis thrust faster,
then suddenly pulled out forcefully and shoved into the woman's anus, penetrating to the hilt. With a roar, he ejaculated all his semen into
the woman's intestines.
Outside the door, Murong Ling witnessed the scene of these bandits lewdly on her. The pleasure surged and subsided, and
a faint desire arose within her; she desperately wanted to collapse into the dungeon and let these lowly men torture and abuse her.
This thought caused the pleasure to surge even higher. Murong Ling felt a wave of dizziness, and her fingers gripped her
engorged... Her swollen clitoris caused her to reach orgasm for the first time through masturbation right outside the torture chamber.
Fortunately, Black Tyrant and his gang inside the dungeon were all engrossed in their lust and didn't notice
Murong Ling's orgasm outside. Otherwise, if they had opened the door, they would have found the
young lady Murong, whom they had just been fantasizing about, now limp and exhausted from her masturbation.
Murong Ling's heart was pounding with nervousness. After her orgasm subsided, she hurriedly fastened her clothes and quietly
left the dungeon.
The few henchmen still standing outside the entrance didn't dare to pay attention to Murong Ling, who only emerged after a long time.
Murong Ling, her face flushed, immediately knelt down and asked, "What are your orders, Miss?"
Murong Ling tried to conceal 　　 her embarrassment , adopting a cold demeanor, and said, "You all stay here for now. When
the chieftain comes out, tell him to come to the small courtyard behind the mountain to see me."
"Yes!" Murong Ling, afraid of being noticed for her flustered expression, hurried away. She ignored 　　the lecherous gazes of the henchmen beside her as she left, only resting briefly under a large tree after leaving the village gate. 　　The lewd and abusive scenes in the dungeon were still replaying in her mind. 　　(…Just looking at it made me lose my virginity…If…if the woman inside were me…wouldn’t it be 　　a hundred times more stimulating?…If I ordered that Black Chieftain to torture me like that…) 　　 (Heavens! Am I out of my mind? How could I have such thoughts? My body isn’t even…and 　　will Yu Lang blame me for being too lewd?…) 　　 Murong Ling’s mind was filled with all sorts of strange thoughts, sometimes in a state of utter confusion, sometimes 　　a surge of heat from her own lewd desires. After a long while, she finally calmed down and slowly walked towards the small courtyard behind the mountain. Suddenly, 　　a woman’s eerie voice seemed to ring in her ear: “Sister Murong, let me help you?” 　　 “Who?!” Murong Ling was immediately startled. With her cultivation level, even though her mind had been in disarray just now, she would never 　　allow someone to get so close without her noticing. Without hesitation, Murong Ling instantly drew her short sword, swiftly 　　thrusting three times towards the direction of the voice, while simultaneously retreating rapidly. 　　 "!!!!" Murong Ling was speechless with surprise upon seeing the person. 　　 Not far from her stood another girl in purple robes, identical to her, the only difference being that 　　her eyes held a hint of eeriness and murderous intent. 　　 ************************************************************************** 　　 After leaving Black Wind Village, Xiao Yu retrieved the horse she had entrusted to a farmer at the foot of the mountain and galloped all the way, 　　reaching the small town in just one hour. 　　 Entering the town, ignoring the stares from passersby for the incredibly beautiful yet travel-worn woman in white 　　, Xiao Yu went straight to the courtyard of a wealthy family, dismounted, only to find the gate tightly shut and the servants 　　nowhere to be seen. 　　 Xiao Yu pushed open the slightly ajar courtyard gate and entered. A strong stench of blood immediately assaulted his nostrils. 　　 In front of the main hall lay numerous corpses, all brothers from the town's branch. Blood had seeped into the soil, 　　staining it a dark brown. Suddenly, several figures in black descended from the courtyard ceiling. In a flash, blades flashed towards Xiao Yu 　　. A white light streaked across the courtyard, followed by the sounds of clashing weapons. Several men in black slowly collapsed. 　　 Xiao Yu grabbed one of them and urgently asked, "Who are you?" The man in black didn't answer. 　　His eyes rolled back, and white foam spilled from his mouth; he had already taken poison and died. Xiao Yu threw the man aside. Suddenly, he heard 　　the mournful neighing and crashing of a horse outside. He rushed outside and saw his own horse lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth 　　and convulsing. It died moments later. 　　 Caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, Xiao Yu was filled with anger and anxiety. With a swift movement, her white figure flashed like lightning, 　　hurtling towards the Black Wind Stronghold outside the town. 　　 ************************************************************************** 　　 Beneath a large tree in the forest, two Murong Lings stood about ten feet apart. Their height, appearance, and clothing were 　　identical; the only difference was that one's eyes were filled with surprise and anger, while the other's contained 　　mockery, pity, and a sinister killing intent. 　　 Murong Ling slowly said, "You vixen, impersonating this palace master! Who are you really?" 　　 Tang Bing smiled sweetly and said, "Sister Murong, you don't need to ask who I am. From now on, let me 　　serve Xiao Lang in your place, okay?" 　　 "Vixen, shameless and despicable!" Before the words were finished, Murong Ling's short sword was already in front of Tang Bing. 　　In an instant, five thrusts were made, each aimed at Tang Bing's vital points. Tang Bing's purple figure dodged, 　　but Murong Ling had already changed her move mid-strike. A flash of sword light, and Tang Bing's arm was struck, blood dripping onto 　　the grass. 　　 Tang Bing's pretty face turned cold. Murong Ling, having landed a blow, immediately launched another attack. With a clang, Tang 　　Bing, wielding a weapon resembling a soft whip, used its segmented blades to deflect Murong Ling's short sword. The two 　　purple figures clashed again. After several clangs of metal, Murong Ling let out a soft groan and retreated from the circle, 　　 blood seeping from her leg. Tang Bing's face was slightly pale, a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth; she was clearly also 　　seriously injured. Murong Ling was both shocked and anxious. This woman, who looked exactly like her, was no less skilled in martial arts 　　than herself, and with Xiao Yu not by her side, the situation was far from optimistic. 　　 Tang Bing stared at Murong Ling for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "Sister Murong, your Jade Maiden Heart Demon Tribulation must 　　only be at the intermediate level, right? Sister, your martial arts haven't been perfected yet, but 　　you possess a natural, irresistible charm. Wouldn't Yu Lang be wronged to be cuckolded every day with you?" 　　 Murong Ling felt both ashamed and angry. She raised her sword, wanting to continue her attack, but suddenly felt a numbness in her leg wound . 　　Her true energy suddenly became completely useless, gradually draining away. 　　 "You vixen, you even poisoned your sword! What a shameless trick..." Her true energy was rapidly 　　draining away, and Murong Ling lost the strength to stand, yet she still resisted collapsing. At the same time, that 　　familiar, fiery, and arousing feeling returned to her body. Even the slightest lewd thought 　　would cause her to feel a tingling, empty emptiness in her lower body. 　　 Seeing that Murong Ling finally couldn't hold on any longer and gradually collapsed to the ground, Tang Bing giggled and leaned down to lift 　　Murong Ling's chin, saying, "Murong sister, you are truly a born slut, only touched by 　　a little bit of the dispelling powder on my sword whip. Now that you no longer have true energy to restrain your inner demons, don't you feel particularly craving 　　a man's favor?"

Tang Bing slowly reached into Murong Ling's bosom, took out the fragment of the secret manual, and,
under Murong Ling's helpless and resentful gaze, casually placed it into her own pocket. She smiled and said, "This scripture originally belonged to my Demonic Sect. For it,
I traveled day and night, killing two of your branch disciples. Now it can be considered returned to its rightful owner..."
Tang Bing then slipped her slender hand under Murong Ling's skirt, parting the undergarment and kneading Murong Ling's clitoris. Intense pleasure
surged through Murong Ling's body; although she tried to suppress it, she couldn't help but moan softly.
"No...don't touch me..." Murong Ling gasped and struggled.
Tang Bing smiled slightly, brought her fingers, still wet with Murong Ling's fluids, to her lips, and gently licked them away with her tongue. She said
, "Since you can't have intercourse with Xiao Lang, what right do you have to be his wife? I am Murong Ling, I am
Xiao Lang's wife. Look at you, so infatuated and lustful, so utterly depraved, clearly a demonic witch."
"No… I am not a demonic witch… you are… Yu Lang, save me…" Murong Ling felt both
ashamed and angry, tears welling in her eyes.
Tang Bing smiled and leaned down, licking away Murong Ling's tears. She whispered in her ear, "Yu Lang
won't be back until very late. I need to go home and wait for him. You demonic witch, shameless, depraved, and utterly lewd.
Tonight, I'll have the Black Chieftain give you a good beating."
"No… no…" Murong Ling struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face, but she was powerless,
her inner energy depleted.
Tang Bing smiled as she looked at Murong Ling, picked her up, and with a flick of her wrist, floated towards Black Wind Stronghold.
End of Chapter Four
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Chapter Five
In the main hall of Black Wind Stronghold, Hei Batian was restless and anxious. The young lady
must have already discovered what happened in the dungeon today. Those could be considered spies from the Demonic Sect who were being tortured, but he wondered if his impolite
words had reached her ears. If she heard them, his head would surely be
in danger. After much thought, he decided to go to the small courtyard in the back mountain to see the young lady first. Women are easily softened; he
could plead with her and perhaps save his life. Then
, he thought of Xiao Yu again. Damn it, was Xiao Yu a man or a woman? She was clearly
a beautiful woman, but why did Murong Ling call her Young Master Xiao? The two were still so intimate…
Thinking of this, Hei Batian shook his head in annoyance. Damn it, thinking about things makes me irritable. I'll go back to
the dungeon when I get back, and tonight I'll give those women another good ravaging.
Just as he was about to leave, suddenly a purple figure floated into the hall.
“Miss Murong!” Hei Batian was startled and immediately knelt down and kowtowed. “Miss, please forgive me!
Those we tortured were spies of the Demonic Cult. One of the women has already confessed. If you don't believe me…”
With a thud, a weak purple-clad woman was thrown in front of Hei Batian. Hei Batian
jumped up in fright when he saw the woman's face, staring in astonishment at Tang Bing, who was disguised as Murong Ling.
"Miss Murong! This...this is..."
Tang Bing said coldly, "This demonic cult witch impersonated me, killed my cousins, and sowed discord between
me and Xiao Yu. She is extremely ruthless and cunning. I order Chief Hei to use whatever means necessary to torture her severely
to vent my hatred. Make her confess all the demonic cult's conspiracies and schemes. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Hei Batian was overjoyed and repeatedly said, "Yes, yes, yes! I will obey Miss's orders! I will definitely
torture this witch thoroughly, making her wish she were dead! Damn it! I will avenge Miss and
my fallen brothers!"
Murong Ling struggled with all her might and weakly cried out, "Chief Hei, don't believe her...she is the one who...
"
"Damn it!" Hei Batian grabbed Murong Ling's hair and slapped her so hard she saw stars. He
lewdly grinned and said, "You little vixen, save your strength, you'll have your comeuppance later!"
Tang Bing looked at the heartbroken and desperate Murong Ling lying on the ground, smiled coldly, and turned to leave. "Chief Hei,
remember not to let her die too easily, make her suffer more!" Before the words were finished, his figure was already gone.
"Yes! Respectfully seeing off Miss!" Hei Batian turned back with a gleeful expression, leering at Murong Ling. Murong Ling was horrified to see that Hei Batian's massive erection was hard and erect, a 　　large, cylindrical bulge
protruding from his pants .
Hei Batian shouted at the henchmen who were already drooling with desire
, "What are you standing there for? Strip the young lady's clothes off!"
"Yes!" The henchmen were already impatient and rushed forward. Murong Ling had lost all her martial arts skills and was completely
powerless. Instantly, her purple dress, undergarments, and panties were stripped off. Her snow-white skin, firm
breasts, and the dark forest between her legs were all clearly exposed to Hei Batian and the henchmen.
Exposed naked to the beast-like gazes of the crowd, Murong Ling felt her heart
pounding violently, her whole body trembling with stimulation. The tingling and empty feeling between her legs grew stronger and stronger,
and she unconsciously clenched her legs and rubbed them together slowly. Hei Batian chuckled lewdly and said to Murong Ling, "Miss,
we brothers have been wanting to see your body for a long time, we've masturbated several times already. How about it,
open your legs and let us see our Miss's dripping wet pussy? Haha!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the henchmen below cheered excitedly. "Great! Brilliant, Chief! Absolutely
brilliant!"
"Look at Miss's breasts, tsk tsk, so white and tender!"
"Miss's pubic hair, so black and thick, she's definitely a slut!"
"Miss, hurry up and spread your legs, let us see your slutty pussy and asshole! Haha!!"
Hei Batian saw Murong Ling hugging his naked body, retreating, refusing to spread her legs.
Enraged, he slapped her again, cursing, "Damn it! You slut, what are you pretending to be so noble for now!"
"If you don't spread your legs, I'll use a branding iron to brand your pubic hair off one by one!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Ling was both excited and terrified, almost fainting. Hei Batian actually said he would use
such cruel torture on her own vulva. Murong Ling couldn't help but recall the woman she had seen in the dungeon earlier that day, who had been
branded in the genitals by Hei Batian with a dagger.
"No... Chief... don't torture me... I... I'll spread my legs..."
Murong Ling had no choice but to slowly spread her beautiful legs apart under the wolfish gazes of the bandits.
Between her legs, her tightly closed labia, her swollen and full clitoris, and the clear, flowing lustful fluid had already soaked
and glistened her thick pubic hair and anus.
"Hahaha! So the young lady has been so wanton all along, she's already dripping with lustful fluid! ~~"
"Look at the young lady's pubic hair and anus, she's really so wanton. The chief is in luck tonight!" "~~~"
Murong Ling was so ashamed she wanted to disappear when suddenly, with a clang, an iron chain was thrown in front of her.
"You slut! Put the chain around your neck yourself! Hurry up!" Hei Batian shouted.
Murong Ling had no choice but to loop the chain through her neck. Hei Batian pulled hard, the chain
tightened, and Murong Ling immediately felt breathless.
Hei Batian, holding the chain, chuckled, "You bitch, crawl to the dungeon! Today, your grandpa Hei
will make you wish you were dead!"
Amidst the lewd whispers and constant judgment of the bandits, Murong Ling, naked and on all fours , was led by Hei Batian to the dungeon like a female dog. At this moment ,
Murong Ling truly experienced a shame so
intense it was almost unbearable, yet the wicked, lustful desires burning within her continued to tempt her.
(Finally… she's fallen into Hei Batian's hands… hasn't that already fulfilled her desires?… Then
… she might as well indulge in some debauchery… and satisfy this filthy body… but Yulang…
where are you?… Ling'er's body… will soon belong to someone else… Yulang…) Under the clear moonlight, Xiao Yu
,
dressed in white, galloped like the wind towards Black Wind Stronghold.
Under the same moonlight, Tang Bing, dressed in purple, like a fairy under the moon, sat by the window in the small courtyard behind the mountain,
gazing absently at the red candle on the table. Unconsciously, a tear seemed to slide silently down her cheek. " 　　 Xiao
Yu, the pain I endured, I will now make your woman endure again."
"Would you want to kill me?" 　　 (To be continued)

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