Thirteen Sister, the Heroine

1. In
the late Ming Dynasty, in the Wuyi Mountains, there was a lush mountain range known as "Four Buddha Ridge." This was because there were four temples on the mountain, each with its own treasured artifact—a golden Buddha, a silver Guanyin, a bronze Arhat, and an iron Vajra. Therefore, the four temples were respectively called "Golden Buddha Temple," "Silver Buddha Temple," "Bronze Buddha Temple," and "Iron Buddha Temple." The Wuyi Mountains enjoyed favorable weather year after year, which everyone attributed to the protection of the bodhisattvas in these four temples. People from hundreds of miles around came to burn incense and worship, making the four temples extremely popular and renowned far and wide.
However, later, four evil monks arrived, killing or driving away the original abbots of the temples, seizing the four temples, and calling themselves the Golden Buddha Master, Silver Buddha Master, Bronze Buddha Master, and Iron Buddha Master. Instead of teaching sutras and Buddhist chants, they instruct the young monks to practice martial arts, forcing people from all walks of life to pay exorbitant taxes. Those who refused are punished ranging from beatings to imprisonment and torture in the temple. Some young monks, outraged, try to reason with them, but they are no match for these martial arts-practicing monks. They are beaten bloody, with broken limbs and legs, forced to swallow their grievances. Many flee to seek refuge with relatives and friends, or go far away.
At this time, a female knight-errant emerges. Being the thirteenth child in her family, she is known as Thirteenth Sister. She possesses exceptional martial arts skills, loves to fight injustice, and specifically opposes evil forces. Several times, she has driven away the evil monks who forcibly collect rent. Mentioning Thirteenth Sister terrifies the monks of all four temples, making them afraid to collect rent. What made the four wicked monks even more humiliated was that the treasures of their four temples were stolen overnight. They were convinced that Thirteen Sister was responsible and hated her with a vengeance. However, she was highly skilled in martial arts, appearing and disappearing without a trace, and the four monks were powerless against her.
One day, Monk Jinfo devised a vicious plan. He ordered his monks to capture more than a hundred women and imprison them in the temple, claiming that they were secretly in league with the female thief Thirteen Sister. He gave them ten days to hand over Thirteen Sister; otherwise, they would be sent to a desolate land to be forced into prostitution. Cries filled the temple grounds.
On the afternoon of the tenth day, Monk Jinfo ordered his monks to take the more than a hundred women to an open space in front of the Jinfo Temple at the foot of the mountain and surround them. Seeing that it was getting late, Monk Jinfo was about to give the order to take them away. Suddenly, dust billowed in the distance, and a black horse galloped towards them, carrying a rider whose cloak billowed in the wind, like a lithe eagle descending from the sky. As
the black horse drew closer, the rider dismounted; it was a young woman. She slapped the horse's rump, and the large black horse turned and galloped away, disappearing into the distance.
Everyone looked at the woman; she was slender and spirited. Her outfit was a striking combination of black and red: a black top and black trousers, with a red belt around her waist that accentuated her slender waist and full breasts, sparking endless imagination. She wore red leather boots, the tops trimmed with black leather. Her jet-black hair was tied back with a red scarf, the front sporting two bright red protrusions. Her black cloak was lined with red leather. A sword hung at her left hip, and a bow slung across her shoulder; the sword's sheath and the bow's shaft were both black and red. A black veil covered the girl's face, obscuring her features, but revealing arched eyebrows and a pair of large, expressive eyes beneath long eyelashes.
"Who are you?" the Golden Buddha monk shouted.
"Thirteenth Sister."
Upon hearing this, the monks all took a step back in fright.
"Are you really Thirteenth Sister?" the Golden Buddha monk asked in surprise, unable to believe that Thirteenth Sister had actually returned to walk right into their trap.
"I never change my name or surname; Thirteenth Sister is me."
"How can you convince us that you are Thirteenth Sister?" the Golden Buddha monk still wasn't convinced. It turned out that Thirteenth Sister always wore a black veil when she fought evil, so although they had interacted with her many times, they had never seen her true face.
"Alright, today I'll let you see my face."
With that, the girl raised her hand and removed the black veil from Thirteenth Sister's face. As the black veil was removed, everyone gasped in surprise. They had assumed someone skilled in martial arts would be burly and menacing, but instead, a stunningly beautiful face was revealed. She had fair skin, cherry-red lips, a delicate and straight nose, and especially striking were her large, bright eyes, clear as lake water, with long eyelashes that blinked with a youthful innocence. Everyone was mesmerized, thinking she was a celestial being descended to earth.
The girl then gave a cold laugh, took a bow from her shoulder, and pulled an iron ball from her slingshot. She drew the bow to its full extent and shouted, "Look at the third bell on the left!" With that, she released the gunwale, and the iron ball whistled through the air. With a clang, the third wind chime on the left side of the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple was knocked away.
"Good!" cheers erupted from the monks. Some of the monks who had suffered at the hands of Thirteen Sister's bullet-throwing technique couldn't help but touch their bald heads.
But with a "thud," the girl threw her bow and slingshot pouch onto the ground in front of her.
Everyone was stunned.
The girl drew her sword again, and with a slight flourish, her entire body was enveloped in sword light. When she stopped and lowered her sword, her face was neither flushed nor out of breath, but small cuts were visible on the leaves of the large willow tree beside her. Everyone recognized that this was indeed Thirteen Sister's unique swordsmanship.
She really was Thirteen Sister.
But then the girl threw her sword to the ground as well.
Everyone was stunned again. You must know that weapons are life to those who practice martial arts; handing over a weapon is tantamount to handing over one's life to someone else.
"Old bald monk, you must keep your word. Release these respectable women, and my Thirteen Sister will be at your mercy."
Upon hearing this, the captured women were both happy and worried. They were overjoyed that there was hope of rescue, but worried that this beautiful heroine would suffer greatly in the hands of these evil monks. For the past ten days, they had only endured minor physical pain, yet they were already crying and wailing. The monks said this was only the lightest punishment; if the torture were intensified, how could their bodies withstand it? The thought sent chills down their spines.
Meanwhile, the monks were all delighted. In the past, they had tried every means to capture Thirteen Sister but had always failed miserably. Now, she had delivered herself to their doorstep—it was unbelievable.
"Well done, Thirteen Sister! Truly a chivalrous woman! You're willing to risk your life to save these people who have nothing to do with you. I admire you. I, Monk Jinfo, am a man of my word. Men, release them!" With that, Monk Jinfo waved his hand, and the monk soldiers withdrew their encirclement.
Over a hundred women were overjoyed. They thanked Thirteen Sister profusely, then reunited with their families standing on the other side of the river. After a brief moment of weeping, they hurriedly left like fish that had escaped a net, fearing another mishap and being recaptured.
The square, which had been filled with the cries of husbands and wives, and the wailing of fathers and sons, fell silent in an instant. On one side, only Thirteen Sister remained standing alone, the setting sun casting her long shadow on the ground, making her appear particularly lonely. On the other side stood a hundred or so monk soldiers, their swords drawn and fully alert, a dark mass. Facing over a hundred people alone, she felt an indescribable loneliness.
She had stepped forward to save the people in distress, but who would come to her rescue when she was in trouble? She knew this evil force was too powerful, and the power of ordinary people was too weak. How could she dare to confront it? She took a deep breath, trying to relax her nerves to face the great test that was about to begin.
"Hahaha, Thirteenth Sister, you're exactly what I want. You alone are worth more than a hundred of those. Men, surround her!" the Golden Buddha monk ordered.
The monk soldiers, wielding clubs, obeyed and ran in from both sides. Thirteenth Sister watched the monk soldiers approach her, her heart filled with a fierce struggle: escape or not? Her palms were slightly sweaty, and her arms involuntarily clenched into fists. Several times she wanted to rush out, but she restrained herself. As the net tightened around her, her chances of escape dwindled, and her heart sank deeper and deeper. Finally, the two lines closed in, and the net tightened. Thirteenth Sister looked around and saw seventy or eighty well-trained monk soldiers surrounding her, maintaining a distance of about ten feet, completely encircling her like an iron barrel.
"Take her bow and sword away," the Golden Buddha monk ordered.
Two monks carefully picked up Thirteen Sister's bow and sword from the ground. Seeing that Thirteen Sister didn't move, they quickly returned them to the Golden Buddha monk.
Seeing that Thirteen Sister was unarmed, the Golden Buddha monk felt even more relieved: "Men, tie her up."
Four burly monks approached from all sides, one of them holding a bundle of rope.
If she resisted now, she might still have a last chance to escape. If she was tied up, she would be at their mercy. What fate awaited her was unknown to Thirteen Sister. But having made up her mind to sacrifice herself to save others, how could she go back on her word? Just as she hesitated for a moment, the four monks grabbed her arms.
An ominous feeling welled up in her heart. Thirteen Sister felt panicked and regretted it. "No... Father... Don't tie me up..." She struggled desperately, trying to break free. Thirteen Sister, at 1.68 meters tall, was considered tall for a woman, but the four specially chosen monks were all over 1.8 meters tall and very strong. Thirteen Sister still appeared petite among them. Thirteen Sister fought back fiercely, but because the four monks pressed against her, she couldn't use her fists and feet freely and was extremely passive. Some monks grabbed her waist, some pulled her arms, and some tripped her. Thirteen Sister could only use all her strength to resist. From a distance, all that could be seen was five people tangled together, shifting from one side to the other, the dust rising making it difficult for the watching monks to tell whether Thirteen Sister had been subdued. The Golden Buddha Monk was so nervous his heart was in his throat.
Those four monks were no ordinary people; one of them wrapped his arm around Thirteen Sister's neck, making it difficult for her to breathe. Another monk pressed a pressure point on Thirteen Sister's shoulder, causing her arm to go numb and lose strength. Four monks pulled her arm apart, then twisted it behind her back. Thirteen Sister, being a martial artist, was strong and muscular, and although at a disadvantage, she was difficult to subdue. Seeing this, two monks grabbed her legs and lifted her upwards. Thirteen Sister lost her balance and fell face-down to the ground. The four monks quickly pinned her down. One monk straddled her flailing legs, while the other two twisted her arms behind her back, binding her wrists tightly.
"Quick, tie her up! We can't hold her down any longer!" three monks urged the one with the rope.
The monk with the rope immediately looped it around Thirteen Sister's shoulders, quickly starting from her shoulders and wrapping the rope around her wrists. He then crossed her wrists and tightened the rope, passing it through the rope behind her neck and lifting her wrists upwards until the rope was completely tight around her arms. Finally, the rope passed through her wrists again. In this way, Thirteen Sister's wrists were tied behind her back, from her shoulders to her wrists, making it impossible for her to move.
The four monks were panting heavily, having struggled for a long time to secure her tightly.
"Thirteen Sister, you want to run now? Too late." Seeing that Thirteen Sister was still struggling, and fearing it wasn't secure enough, the four monks continued to wrap the rope around her, tying knot after knot, until they were sure her arms and body were bound together and couldn't be separated.
"I never imagined someone so young could have such strength. It took the four of us to tie her up."
"That was close, she almost escaped."
"But we finally got her tied up. Tying up a girl like this is exhilarating." The monks looked excitedly at the bound female captive, teasing her while also taking liberties with Thirteen Sister's face and breasts, pinching her until she cried out.
"Bald monk, don't touch me!"
Seeing that Thirteen Sister couldn't escape, the four monks wiped the sweat from their brows and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hahahaha..." The Golden Buddha Monk, who had been somewhat worried when he first saw Thirteen Sister struggling, laughed heartily now that he saw her finally tied up.
"Bring her here."
The four monks brought Thirteen Sister in front of the Golden Buddha Monk. Thirteen Sister, bound for the first time and deprived of her freedom, struggled incessantly, trying to break free, her large eyes revealing defiance and anger.
The Golden Buddha Monk now had a chance to examine Thirteen Sister's face closely. He lifted Thirteen Sister's chin with his hand, and she turned her face away.
"Tsk tsk, such tender skin," the Golden Buddha Monk said, rubbing his two fingers together. "Such a pretty, radiant face."
"Golden Buddha Monk, quickly take me to the government office," Thirteen Sister interrupted him.
"To the government office? Don't rush."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to show you the power of my Four Great Buddhist Temples."
"What are you going to do?"
"What are you going to do? You'll find out later."
"Are you going to use torture?"
"Use torture? That's too lenient. Hahahaha... Men, tie her to the pillar in the main hall. Be careful, this girl is highly skilled in martial arts, don't let her escape."
The monks swarmed and escorted Thirteen Sister into the main hall of the Golden Buddha Temple, leaning her against a thick mahogany pillar. Her arms, shoulders, breasts, waist, abdomen, knees, and feet were all bound to the pillar with ropes, tightened so that she could not move. He then sent messengers on horseback to the three temples outside the village, summoning the three monks, Silver, Copper, and Iron, to come quickly for discussion.
"Golden Buddha, you old bald donkey, release me!" Thirteen Sister felt extremely uncomfortable with the Golden Buddha monk's lewd gaze constantly sweeping over her.
Seeing Thirteen Sister captured, the Golden Buddha monk was overjoyed. Ever since Thirteen Sister had opposed the four major Buddhist temples, causing them considerable suffering, the Golden Buddha monk had long vowed that if he ever captured her, he would torture her repeatedly to avenge his hatred. He had even dreamt more than once of capturing Thirteen Sister, tying her up, and ravaging her, only to wake up to find himself wet with semen. Now, his dream had become a reality, especially since the beauty of his thirteenth sister far exceeded his imagination. This vibrant, beautiful, youthful, and highly skilled thirteenth sister was now bound before him. He was thrilled; he could do whatever he wanted to her in the days to come. He couldn't believe his good fortune, and various plans to torture her flashed through his mind…
Just then, his train of thought was interrupted. The three monks, Silver, Bronze, and Iron, arrived at the Golden Buddha Temple on horseback.
Upon entering, they congratulated the Golden Buddha monk.
"It's truly a stroke of luck! We've captured this female thief, eliminating a great threat to our hearts!"
"Congratulations, brother! You've truly done a great service to our Four Buddha Ridge!"
"Great! From now on, we can finally sleep peacefully, hahaha!"
As they spoke, the three monks looked at the thirteenth sister bound to the pillar. They had never seen her before.
"I never expected this female thief to be so beautiful," the Bronze Buddha monk praised.
"That fair skin, those bright, sparkling eyes, that nose, that little mouth, that curvaceous figure—she's even more beautiful than the Seven Fairies!" The Silver Buddha monk said, pinching the heroine's cheek.
"Don't touch me!" Thirteen Sister cried out angrily, struggling in the ropes.
"Heh, quite the temper, huh?" The Silver Buddha monk chuckled. "I just love wild, untamed girls; that's the most fun to play with, hahaha."
"Exactly, not a single prostitute in a brothel can compare," the Iron Buddha monk said lecherously.
Thirteen Sister, enraged, yelled, "You bunch of lecherous donkeys, let me go! If you dare lay a finger on my father, I'll send you all to meet the King of Hell!"
"Hahahaha," Thirteen Sister's words only elicited laughter from the four monks.
"Thirteenth Sister, you've already surrendered, yet you still dare to boast."
"We'll go see the King of Hell, while you ascend to heaven as an immortal."
Seeing the three monks surrounding Thirteenth Sister and unwilling to leave, Monk Golden Buddha called out, "Come, let's discuss how to deal with this female thief." Monk
Iron Buddha immediately interjected, "Give her to our Iron Buddha Temple! Our entire temple has suffered at the hands of this female thief, and today we will definitely avenge her!"
"Or give her to our Copper Buddha Temple! Three of my disciples died at the hands of this female thief, how can we not avenge this?"
"Our temple's Silver Guanyin was also stolen by this female thief. Give her to our temple, and I will definitely get back our treasured possession."
Everyone argued endlessly.
Finally, Monk Golden Buddha said, "I think everyone should stop arguing. All four of our temples have suffered at the hands of this woman, and we all wanted to deal with her personally to vent our hatred. Now that she's in my hands, are we afraid she'll escape?"
"Then what should we do, elder brother?" Monk Iron Buddha asked impatiently. "In my opinion," said the monks,
"this woman should be dealt with by our four temples in turns, one day per temple. You can each use your own tricks and methods to show her our power and make her submit. What do you say?" The monks readily agreed. To ensure fairness, the four monks drew lots to determine the order of treatment. Iron Buddha Temple was on the first day, Bronze Buddha Temple on the second, Silver Buddha Temple on the third, and Gold Buddha Temple on the last day. The Gold Buddha monk said, "Tormenting her is fine, but we mustn't cripple her. Otherwise, what's the point of it if she comes to our temple on the fourth day?" The other three monks said, "Brother is absolutely right. We should torture her slowly and enjoy it. That's what makes it interesting." The Gold Buddha monk added, "Since it's the last day for my Gold Buddha Temple, I'll host a feast on the last day. It's a rare occasion for us all to gather. Let's have a good drink and celebrate our capture of the female thief." The monks cheered. Hearing the four wicked monks treat her like an object to be manipulated, Thirteen Sister was both anxious and angry. The Golden Buddha monk grinned wickedly, saying, "This female thief is a true beauty, both in appearance and figure. I've lived most of my life and never seen a woman so skilled in martial arts and so beautiful. My brothers are lucky; this woman has willingly walked into our trap. Today, it's our turn to feast our eyes." "Brother, you mean..." The Silver Buddha monk seemed to have guessed the Golden Buddha monk's meaning. "Let's have a good look today and see the beauty's body." Upon hearing this, Thirteen Sister was both angry and anxious. Among martial artists, the most ruthless word is "lust." She originally thought that by exchanging themselves for the freedom of many women, the monks would at most hand themselves over to the authorities and be thrown into prison. She never expected that these monks would dare to do such a despicable thing. "Ah, if you dare touch me, I will never forgive you. Do you even deserve to be called Buddhist disciples?" "Thirteenth Sister, you can only blame yourself. Who told you to be so beautiful? To be able to get close to such a stunning beauty, I would gladly be punished to go to the eighteenth level of hell. The next four days are your time in hell, but today we're going to play with you first." As he spoke, the four lewd monks approached Thirteenth Sister, who was tied to the pillar, with ill intent. She didn't know what they were going to do to her. She had only ever heard of virtuous girls being violated, but she never thought that such a fate would fall on her head. "Don't come any closer!" Thirteenth Sister cried out. But the four monks got closer and closer, like four hungry wolves surrounding a lamb. "Take off her outer clothes first," the Golden Buddha monk ordered. The Silver and Bronze monks grabbed Thirteenth Sister's arms on either side. "Ah, ah, what are you doing? Let me go..." Thirteenth Sister's big eyes showed a look of panic. Ignoring Thirteen Sister's cries and resistance, the two monks, Silver and Bronze, first untied the ropes binding her upper body and waist to the pillar, then removed all the ropes binding her upper body. However, her legs and feet remained tied to the pillar, and her hands were still bound behind her back, preventing her escape. The two monks carefully untied the ropes binding her wrists, and without allowing her to struggle, forcefully twisted her arms backward. Thirteen Sister felt as if her shoulders were about to break, and involuntarily cried out "Ouch!" as she bent over. "Let's see the beauty's buttocks sticking out first," the two monks said, forcefully pressing Thirteen Sister's shoulders down towards the side of the ship, twisting her arms so they were raised backward towards the sky. "Ugh..." Thirteen Sister was in so much pain she couldn't speak. The poor heroine was forced to bend over and bow her head under the combined strength of two men. Seeing that Thirteen Sister was unable to resist, the Golden Buddha Monk stepped forward and removed her black cloak, then pulled off the red sash tied around her waist. The Silver and Bronze Monks grabbed Thirteen Sister's collar and pulled it to the left and right, revealing the girl's full breasts. The two monks then pulled her upper garment down along her arms, revealing Thirteen Sister's rounded shoulders and smooth arms, leaving only a red bodice covering her upper body. Thirteen Sister felt their hands brushing against her breasts, a tingling sensation spreading through her. She felt both ashamed and anxious, and involuntarily let out a soft "Ah!" The Iron Buddha monk handed over a red rope. The Silver and Bronze monks took the rope and wrapped it around Thirteen Sister's neck, over her shoulder, and under her armpit, tightly binding it more than a dozen times. They then tied a knot on each of her wrists, pulling the rope-bound arm behind her back. The rope was pulled taut with the left wrist on the right and the right wrist on the left. It then went around the pillar, over her chest and breasts, and tightened again behind the pillar. Finally, the rope went from behind the pillar to behind Thirteen Sister's neck, passed through the rope behind her neck, tightened again, and tied a knot behind the pillar. At this point, Thirteen Sister's arm was tightly bound behind her back, completely obscured from the front. Her shoulder was also pulled tightly back, and with the rope pulling her breasts upwards, her chest protruded forward. Thirteen Sister, tightly bound to the pillar, now appeared incredibly beautiful and alluring, pitiful yet captivating, arousing both lust and fantasies. Thirteen Sister, so cruelly bound and tortured, was filled with shame and pain, her body drenched in cold sweat. She cursed, "Bald monks, you're so cruel..." "Gag her," the Golden Buddha monk ordered. The Silver and Bronze monks, one with a white towel and the other with a white rope, each took their own. Thirteen Sister desperately tried to keep her mouth shut, her head struggling to move, but both monks were skilled in martial arts. The Silver Buddha monk grabbed her jaw, forcing her mouth open, revealing her white teeth. The Bronze Buddha monk seized the opportunity to stuff the white towel into her small, red mouth. The two monks then used the rope to tie her groin, preventing the towel from falling out or being pushed out by her tongue. Finally, they tied the rope behind her head, immobilizing her. "Ugh...ugh..." Thirteen Sister cried out in agony, unable to utter a sound. "Take off her pants too." "Ugh...ugh..." Hearing this, Thirteen Sister struggled again, but couldn't break free from the ropes binding her. At this moment, the Golden Buddha Monk had the Silver and Bronze Monks untie the ropes binding Thirteen Sister's legs and feet. He himself pulled off Thirteen Sister's waistband, while the Iron Buddha Monk, who was standing by, pulled down Thirteen Sister's long black silk trousers to her ankles with one hand, quickly removing them from her feet, leaving only a pair of short red trousers. After the trousers were removed, the three monks bent Thirteen Sister's legs towards the pillar, lifted them high, and then used the red rope to cross and tie Thirteen Sister's ankles. The red rope was then brought to the front and tightly wrapped around her waist, going back and forth several times to re-tie her legs and feet tightly to the pillar. The Golden Buddha Monk ordered the young monks to light more than twenty large candles in the main hall, illuminating the hall brightly. "Let's take a look at Thirteen Sister now." The four of them moved their chairs to a spot not far away and sat down to admire the half-naked Thirteen Sister.

At this moment, Thirteen Sister was only wearing a diamond-shaped red bodice covering her upper body. A red rope was attached to the upper corner of the bodice, hanging around her delicate neck. Red ropes sewn to the left and right corners of the bodice were tied behind her waist, with the lower corners hanging down to her waist, covering her navel. But how could such a red bodice completely cover Thirteen Sister's upper body? Her jade-like neck, rounded shoulders, and smooth arms were all tightly bound by red ropes. Thirteen Sister wore a pair of red silk shorts on her lower body, revealing her fair and slender thighs. After being tied behind her back to the pillar, her perfectly crossed legs were tightly bound to the pillar with red ropes. Her long, black hair was piled on her head, still tied with a red scarf, with a large tuft of black hair hanging down to her shoulders like a ponytail, which was very charming. Her hands were tightly clasped behind her back, one breast thrusting forward, bound to the pillar. Her two firm breasts pushed against her red undergarment, making it bulge high. Even from the side of the undergarment, her breasts were a beautiful sight. A white towel was stuffed in her mouth, and a white rope tightly bound her mouth, wrapped around the pillar and tied, preventing her head from moving. Not only her head, but her entire body was pressed against the pillar, tightly bound and unable to move, only her long eyelashes blinking. This torture filled Thirteen Sister with shame and indignation; her large eyes were filled with tears, though she tried desperately to hold them back, but it was clear the tears were about to fall. The scene was truly pitiful.
In the candlelight, Thirteen Sister, almost naked and bound to the pillar, was incomparably beautiful, and the four lewd monks were captivated.
"Truly beautiful," sighed the Golden Buddha monk. As he spoke, he stood up, and the three monks, Silver, Jade, and Iron, followed suit. The four monks then surrounded Thirteen Sister.
"Bring me a knife," the Golden Buddha monk commanded.
A young monk brought a sharp blade on a plate. The Golden Buddha monk picked up the knife, tested its edge with his thumb, and slashed at Thirteen Sister's waist. The two corners of her red undergarment came undone, and a gust of wind lifted it, revealing Thirteen Sister's snow-white belly. The Golden Buddha monk then extended the knife towards Thirteen Sister's neck, lifting the last rope binding the red undergarment, but deliberately not severing it. He wanted to see Thirteen Sister's reaction. Sure enough, Thirteen Sister's face turned pale, and a look of despair and sorrow appeared in her eyes. Her white body twisted and struggled within the rope, but she was tightly bound and could not escape. Her mouth, stuffed with a towel, emitted mournful "woo-woo" cries. This was exactly the effect that the Golden Buddha and the Monk Jinfo wanted. The famous heroine, Thirteen Sister, was about to submit to the Golden Buddha Monk—a moment of triumph indeed.
Everyone in the hall held their breath, waiting for this moment to arrive. With a forceful shout, the Golden Buddha Monk snapped the thin string of the red bodice, then swiftly slashed down, breaking Thirteen Sister's waistband. The red silk shorts were also torn to shreds. The red bodice and the shredded red silk shorts fluttered to the ground like butterflies, revealing Thirteen Sister's naked body. Bound by red ropes, her skin appeared even whiter than jade. Two glistening nipples adorned her pear-shaped breasts, and between her smooth thighs, the mysterious vulva of a young girl was revealed. Her pubic hair swayed in the wind, gleaming black in the candlelight. Because she was bound by a white rope around her mouth, Thirteen Sister's face could only turn forward, and the pained and angry expression on her face was undeniably alluring.
The four lecherous monks could no longer control themselves and pounced on the girl. The Golden Buddha Monk stopped them, saying, "Wait, let me trim her hair."
He took a sharp blade, touched Thirteen Sister's glossy black pubic hair, and began to shave it.
Thirteen Sister felt utterly ashamed and struggled desperately, but her body was tightly bound by ropes, unable to move an inch. She felt a tingling sensation in her genitals, especially when the blade scraped against her flesh; a strange, electric shock-like tremor shot straight to her head. A cool sensation spread through her genitals, and Thirteen Sister's head drooped, feeling utterly miserable.
"Alright, pink and tender flesh, very beautiful, it's a pity to hide it. Aren't you going to thank me?" the Golden Buddha Monk said, stroking the folds of her flesh with his fingers.
Then, the Golden Buddha monk brought his nose and mouth to Thirteen Sister's hairless genitals, smelling, kissing, and licking them. The Bronze Buddha monk grabbed Thirteen Sister's breasts with both hands, kneading them forcefully and biting her nipples with his teeth. The Silver Buddha monk cupped Thirteen Sister's face in one hand and kissed her wildly. The Iron Buddha monk gnawed and bit Thirteen Sister's plump buttocks and thighs, his hand also groping along her buttocks to probe her anus.
Bound tightly to the pillar, the naked Thirteen Sister could not move and could not resist. Her whole body was violated by the four lewd monks. The monks' saliva, teeth marks, and finger marks covered her face, shoulders, neck, breasts, thighs, belly, genitals, and buttocks. The intense stimulation from all parts of her body assaulted Thirteen Sister's brain. She had never suffered such humiliation. Thirteen Sister struggled and whimpered. But bound tightly, she had no way to protect herself, and tears fell in a steady stream.
Sometimes, when the pinching became too painful, she couldn't help but cry out, but only a soft "ooh-ooh" sound came out. This sound excited the four lewd monks even more, and they unconsciously increased the pressure, further intensifying Thirteen Sister's pain.
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In the dimly lit dungeon of the Golden Buddha Temple, the naked Thirteen Sister was bound hand and foot and tied to a stone pillar. Her thoughts were sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.
"Was it right for me to sacrifice myself to save others? Was it worth it?" She thought of this question again. She suddenly remembered meeting an old nun who called herself "Grandma Qingshan" on Mount Jiuhua three months ago. The two hit it off immediately. Grandma Qingshan's descriptions of Thirteen Sister's past were all accurate, which made Thirteen Sister admire her greatly. She then asked her about her future. Grandma Qingshan said, "Child, your murderous aura is too strong. From now on, you must do more good deeds. In doing good deeds, a great calamity will befall you. As long as you overcome the calamity, you will achieve enlightenment." Could this calamity be beginning now? She gritted her teeth, determined to endure this ordeal. These four temples were like the gates of hell; she had to get through them. Thinking this, Shi Sanmei's heart began to calm, and she leaned against a stone pillar, falling into a deep sleep.
In the main hall, the four lewd monks were still discussing how to humiliate and torture Shi Sanmei in the coming days. One vicious plan after another flashed through their minds and were uttered from their mouths. At the height of their triumph, they laughed heartily…
2. The Torture at Tiefo Temple
Early the next morning, Shi Sanmei, bound hand and foot to a stone pillar in the dungeon, was startled awake by the sound of the cell door opening. She saw the Golden Buddha Monk leading several young monks in. One of the young monks carried a set of red silk clothes on a tray.
"What are you doing?" Shi Sanmei asked, puzzled.
"Put these on, and we'll send you to the Western Paradise."
It turned out her young life was about to end. Thirteen Sister remained remarkably calm, asking, "Could I cleanse myself before I depart?"
The Golden Buddha Monk hesitated briefly, then gestured for a young monk to bring a large wooden basin of water. He untied Thirteen Sister from the pillar, laid down her clothes, and left the cell .
Thirteen Sister sat in the basin, carefully washing herself with the water. She then unwrapped and washed her hair, retied it with a red scarf, put on her clothes, and sat quietly to wait.
After a while, the cell door opened. The Golden Buddha Monk and the Iron Buddha Monk entered with several stern-looking Han Chinese monks. Two of the monks carried executioner's knives on their shoulders. Seeing Thirteen Sister's composed demeanor, the Golden Buddha Monk secretly admired her composure; this young girl possessed remarkable self-control and was truly fearless.
"Please proceed, heroine," the Golden Buddha Monk said coldly. Two monks stepped forward and bound Thirteen Sister's hands behind her back. Thirteen Sister offered no resistance, allowing them to bind her. Once bound, the monks escorted her out of the temple.
Outside, a troop of monks from the Iron Buddha Temple were already waiting, along with an oxcart. A wooden pillar stood tall in the center of the cart's frame. The Iron Buddha Temple monks forced Thirteen Sister onto the cart, untied the ropes from her hands, and re-tied her hands around the pillar. They then bound her waist, legs, and feet to the pillar as well, and placed a sign around her neck that read "Female Thirteen Sister, the Thirteenth ...
Thirteen Sister, tied high to a pillar, wore a red dress, red pants, and a red headscarf. Her black hair fluttered in the wind. She had bright eyebrows and white teeth, a high and firm chest, and was both beautiful and heroic. Below the oxcart, the monks on either side were bald, wore gray robes, carried wooden clubs, and had menacing faces, a stark contrast to Thirteen Sister.
The oxcart slowly began to move. Two young monks at the head of the procession banged on gongs: "Come and see the female thief, Thirteen Sister! Anyone who dares to oppose our Four Great Temples will suffer this fate!"
Reaching a market square, the oxcart stopped. The two monks frantically banged on the gongs again, shouting for the people to come out and see, but the market's inhabitants had long since fled; not a single person came out to watch.
The Iron Buddha monk shouted at Thirteen Sister, "Thirteen Sister, if you promise not to oppose me again, I'll spare your life. Otherwise, this day next year will be your death anniversary."
"Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. If I even flinch, I'm not Thirteen Sister," Thirteen Sister declared loudly, raising her sword-like eyebrows.
"Fine, you've got guts. Bring her down," the Iron Buddha monk ordered.
Two monks untied Thirteen Sister from the pillar, retied her, and dragged her to the center of the square. A strong monk kicked Thirteen Sister in the back of the knee, causing her to kneel. She tried to stand up, but the two strong monks held her down firmly.
"Thirteenth Sister, I'm giving you one last chance. I'll ask you one more time: are you willing to no longer be my enemy?"
"You oppress the people and prey on the villagers. Even if I don't become your enemy, the heroes of the world will not let you off the hook!"
The Iron Buddha Monk roared, slapping Thirteenth Sister across the face and tearing the plaque from her neck. He shouted, "Executioner, heed my command!"
The executioner raised his executioner's blade. Thirteenth Sister calmly closed her eyes, awaiting the blade's descent.
Just then, a cry of "Spare her life!" rang out, and a young monk galloped in. The young monk, Hanliang, dismounted before the Iron Buddha Monk and said, "Master Jinfo has ordered that I spare the life of this female thief and hand her over to the Iron Buddha Temple for punishment."
The Iron Buddha Monk had assumed that a young girl like Thirteenth Sister would be afraid in the face of death, but he hadn't expected her to be so composed.
"Well, Thirteen Sister, it seems you really aren't afraid of death. When we get to Iron Buddha Temple, I'll make you suffer worse than death," the Iron Buddha monk said viciously.
Thirteen Sister was retied to the wooden post of the oxcart. The oxcart headed towards Iron Buddha Temple.
Inside the Iron Buddha Temple's dungeon, the walls were covered with ropes, whips, and other instruments of torture. Thirteen Sister was untied from the oxcart post and brought in.
The young monks waiting at Iron Buddha Temple, hearing that Thirteen Sister had been brought in, all rushed out to watch.
The Iron Buddha monk wasn't in a hurry to tie Thirteen Sister up; he had a long day to slowly torture her. "Twist her hands behind her back," the Iron Buddha monk ordered. Two monks forcefully twisted Thirteen Sister's arms and hands behind her back. Thirteen Sister cried out in pain, "Ouch!" Seeing the pain on Thirteen Sister's face, the Iron Buddha monk felt a great sense of satisfaction. He reached out to Thirteen Sister's breasts, which were forced forward because one of her hands was tied behind her back. Through the thin silk robe, Thirteen Sister's breasts were squeezed out of shape, and waves of tingling pleasure made her groan uncontrollably.
"Kill me, you beast!" Thirteen Sister cried.
"You may escape death, but you won't escape punishment." The Iron Buddha Monk's hands continued to knead and rub Thirteen Sister's breasts.
"Ah...ah..." Thirteen Sister was overwhelmed with shame and twisted her body, trying to escape, which only fueled the Iron Buddha Monk's lust.
Then he took a rope and tied Thirteen Sister's hands behind her back. He then tied another rope to her ankle, threaded the rope through her bound hand, and pulled, pulling Thirteen Sister's hand and foot together. The rope continued to wrap, tightly binding Thirteen Sister's hand and foot together. The Iron Buddha monk took another rope and tied it to Thirteen Sister's bound hands and feet. The other end of the rope was swung over the roof beam, and two monks pulled the rope down, suspending Thirteen Sister, bound hand and foot, high in the air. Thirteen Sister, dressed in red, hung in the air, her body arched, her head bowed, her beautiful hair obscuring her face.
"Crack!" The whip cracked. The soft whip struck Thirteen Sister's body, burning with pain. Thirteen Sister bit her lip, remaining silent. Another lash followed, and Thirteen Sister still remained silent, but eventually, she couldn't bear it any longer and cried out, "Ah!" Hearing Thirteen Sister's cry, the Iron Buddha monk was pleased; this showed that even this heroic woman had moments of weakness. He whipped her even harder, until Thirteen Sister screamed repeatedly.
The young monks watching from the window, seeing Thirteen Sister being tortured and hearing her screams, couldn't help but get aroused.
At first, Thirteen Sister reacted when the whip struck her, but as the whips lashed her, her screams grew weaker and weaker until she finally stopped moving altogether.
"Splash!" A basin of cold water was splashed on Thirteen Sister's face, waking her up.
"Tell me quickly, where did you steal our temple's Iron Buddha?"
Thirteen Sister shook her head with difficulty in answer.
Enraged, the Iron Buddha monk swung the whip again…
The torture continued into the night. Seeing Thirteen Sister repeatedly tremble and sway from being whipped unconscious and then revived by the cold water, but still refusing to yield, the Iron Buddha monk's hands ached from hitting her. He had no choice but to order her to be taken down, apply their special wound medicine to her body, and then have her bound hand and foot and thrown into the cell.
Thirteen Sister, having been tortured all day, lay bound hand and foot in the cell. The ropes were so tight that both her arms were numb, and her skin still stung intermittently. Unable to touch her wounds, Thirteen Sister couldn't help but sob silently. Why must her young and beautiful body be so ravaged?
3. Torture at the Copper Buddha Temple
Thinking that he would be the one to torture Thirteen Sister the next day, the Copper Buddha Monk was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night. Images of Thirteen Sister being bound and tortured, screaming in agony, kept appearing in his mind.
Early on the third day, the Copper Buddha Monk, along with the martial monks and young monks, arrived at the Iron Buddha Temple. Upon arriving, they saw Thirteen Sister already bound and gagged, being held in front of the temple. Clearly, she had been washed that morning; Thirteen Sister's face was fair with a rosy glow, and her black hair was piled high on her head like ink. It seemed the Iron Buddha Monk had tortured Thirteen Sister severely the day before. Her red silk clothes were torn in many places by the whip, vaguely revealing Thirteen Sister's smooth, warm body. The morning glow reflected on Thirteen Sister's face, making it red and radiant, causing the Copper Buddha Monk to secretly cheer.
"Senior brother, what good entertainment do you have for the heroine today?"
"Today, the female thief will ride in the sedan chair of the Copper Buddha Temple," said the Copper Buddha Monk.
"A sedan chair? What sedan chair does the Copper Buddha Temple have?"
The Copper Buddha Monk said, "Junior brother, watch carefully." Then he ordered, "Someone, help the heroine into the sedan chair."
Four burly monks stepped forward, untied the ropes binding Thirteen Sister from the Iron Buddha Temple, and forced her face down to the ground. Unaware of the torture they would inflict upon her, Thirteen Sister offered no resistance, allowing the monks to twist her arms to their limits. One of her wrists was crossed and tied behind her back, then looped around her bulging chest, two ropes above and below her breast, tightened, and bound tightly to her hand behind her back. Two more ropes were then passed under her armpits, around the four ropes in front of her chest, and back behind her back, before being pulled back forcefully and tightly bound to her wrists. Thus, the ropes firmly bound both arms to her body. Simultaneously, two other monks tied ropes to Thirteen Sister's ankles, forcefully pulling them backward toward her shoulders and placing them around her neck. Thirteen Sister was very flexible, and she could easily perform backflips and backbends. However, being bound in such a humiliating position was a first for her. The four monks pulled the ropes from Thirteen Sister's feet down her neck to her chest, then tied the ropes from her breasts together at her cleavage, making her breasts appear abnormally prominent. The ropes continued down to her waist, wrapped around her twice, then down her crotch to her back, where they were tightly bound to her wrists, which were hanging high. Next, the father and son tied one of her legs together from the thigh to above the knee, arching her body into an O-shape. Thirteen Sister had a towel stuffed in her mouth, and her hair was tied behind her back, forcing her face to be tilted high.
"Does Thirteen Sister have no bones? The ropes aren't reacting to the ropes around her crotch?" Seeing that Thirteen Sister's body could bend backward into a circle with ropes around her crotch, the monks were extremely surprised and excited. They had also come to see the contortionist performances by the nearby circus troupes, but those were all by girls around eight or nine years old. Thirteen Sister, on the other hand, was nineteen, her figure fully developed yet still possessing remarkable flexibility, which drew admiration from the monks. They had no idea what kind of binding technique involved the ropes
tightened around her groin. Thirteen Sister was actually experiencing both pain and stimulation. She felt a tearing pain all over her body, especially as the ropes around her ankles pulled tightly upwards from the ropes binding her breasts, while simultaneously tugging at the ropes digging into her groin, causing her breasts to harden and swell, her genitals to itch, her whole body to feel hot, and her face to flush and bead with sweat. She was bound so tightly she couldn't move, only able to struggle and writhe, but the violent struggles and writhing brought her immense pain and intense stimulation.
At this moment, four young monks came forward, carrying two sticks bound together in the middle to form a cross, and used ropes to suspend Thirteen Sister from hooks hanging at the intersection.
"Lift the sedan chair!" At the command, four young monks shouldered their sticks, and Thirteen Sister was hoisted up in the middle of a cross.
The monk with the bronze Buddha stood smiling in front of Thirteen Sister, pinching her breasts and asking, "How does this sedan chair taste?" This binding position forced Thirteen Sister's breasts to be fully exposed, allowing the men's hands to ravage them.
Thirteen Sister, suffering such humiliation, had a towel stuffed in her mouth, was bound like a rice dumpling, her face flushed red, and tears welled up in her eyes.
The young monks carried Thirteen Sister, as if carrying a pig or sheep about to be slaughtered, gleefully heading towards the Bronze Buddha Temple. Along the way, the "sedan chair" swayed back and forth, and Thirteen Sister's bound body bounced up and down like a ball of fire.
In front of the Bronze Buddha Temple was a square pond called the "Release Pond," originally a place where devout men and women would release turtles and tortoises they bought in hopes of good fortune in the next life. Several large, lush trees grew by the pond. Four young monks lifted Thirteen Sister onto a small boat by the pond and rowed it to the center. There, a rope was hanging from a branch of a large tree extending into the pond. The monks tied the rope around Thirteen Sister's body and removed the towel from her mouth, making it easier for her to breathe. She greedily inhaled deeply.
With a shout of "Good!", the monks who had been waiting under the tree pulled hard on the other end of the rope, suspending Thirteen Sister in mid-air. The area around the pond was filled with young monks watching the spectacle. Because Thirteen Sister was still wearing her red silk clothes, the monks said to the Bronze Buddha monk, "Master, this is called 'Hanging the Red Lantern High'."
"Hahahaha..." A burst of lewd laughter followed.
"Thirteen Sister, where did you steal the Bronze Arhat?" the Bronze Buddha monk asked.
Thirteen Sister stubbornly shook her head.
"If you don't talk, you'll get a good soaking."
Thirteen Sister was hoisted high, looking down into the bottomless green pool. The thought of being submerged made her breath quicken.
"Will you talk or not?"
Thirteen Sister still wouldn't speak.
"Let go." At the command, the rope suspending Thirteen Sister loosened, and the bound Thirteen Sister plummeted rapidly from the height. Thirteen Sister screamed in terror, "Ah...ah..."
With a splash, Thirteen Sister fell into the water, sending a high spray flying. Thirteen Sister bobbed up and down in the water for a moment, choking on some water, before the rope tightened, and she was immediately hoisted back up. Water gushed down from her soaked red clothes and long hair. The red silk clothes, drenched by the water, clung to Thirteen Sister's body, perfectly highlighting her shapely figure. Water droplets fell one by one from her clothes and hair, sparkling in the sunlight like countless tiny pearls, quite captivating. Thirteen Sister wasn't a good swimmer; she gasped for breath, spitting out mouthfuls of water, a look of despair on her face.
"How's it going, Thirteen Sister? Enjoying it?" the Bronze Buddha Monk asked.
"No...no...not enough," Thirteen Sister stubbornly replied, though she was quite choked by the water.
"Let her in again."
Thirteen Sister plunged heavily into the water once more. Because her hands and feet were bound behind her back, she landed on the surface with her belly and chest splashing first. This time, the little monk intentionally kept Thirteen Sister in the water longer. Bound and swollen, Thirteen Sister bobbed up and down in the pool. She desperately wanted to grab something, but with her hands and feet tied behind her back, she couldn't reach the front. She could only try to hold her breath, hoping to swallow as little water as possible.
Seeing that Thirteen Sister was choking on the water, the Bronze Buddha Monk finally had the little monk pull her up. Thirteenth Sister's long, wet hair hung down, her eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale, and she was in great pain.
It seemed as if they wanted to test her willpower; once she regained consciousness slightly, they put her back into the water...
4. The fourth day of torture at Silver Buddha Temple
, inside the temple courtyard.
Unaware of what methods the Silver Buddha monk would use, the Silver Buddha Temple had already prepared Thirteenth Sister's hands tied behind her back and bound hand and foot. But the Silver Buddha monk smiled furtively and beckoned, and two young monks from the Silver Buddha Temple brought over a small donkey.
"Someone, help the heroine onto the donkey."
Four tall monks stepped forward, untied the ropes binding Thirteenth Sister, lifted her up, and laid her face up on the donkey's back. Thirteenth Sister's hands and feet dangled down on either side of the donkey's belly. They tied sticks to her hands and feet, preventing them from coming together, and then tied two more sticks under the donkey's belly. The monks then used ropes to tie Thirteenth Sister's body to the donkey.
"Let me go, you bunch of bald monks!" Thirteen Sister cursed, her head shaking violently, her long, flowing hair flying wildly.
"This is called Zhang Guolao riding a donkey. Today you'll have your fun."
With a crack of the whip, the donkey started walking along the mountain path. The little monk's whip would sometimes strike the donkey's rump, causing it to kick wildly in pain, and sometimes it would strike Thirteen Sister, making her shudder. He would also use the tip of the whip to poke Thirteen Sister's breasts, genitals, and other sensitive areas. Thirteen Sister tried to curl up, but her body was bound and stretched out, leaving her helpless to endure the pain.
"Ah...ah..." Thirteen Sister's screams echoed through the silent mountain path.
Upon arriving at the Silver Buddha Temple, Thirteen Sister, untied from the donkey, lay on the ground, her body aching all over. She groggily opened her eyes and saw several monks carrying a wooden pillar about a foot thick. The monks placed Thirteen Sister face down with her arms outstretched, and put the pillar on her back. They then bound her hands behind her back with rope, securing her shoulders, waist, thighs, knees, and ankles to the pillar. The monks then lifted the pillar and placed it on a frame, under which a fire was lit. Four monks moved the pillar on the frame, pressing it against Thirteen Sister's body. Sometimes she was face down, the fire burning her face and chest, and sometimes she was face up, her hands bound to the pillar throbbing painfully.
Thirteen Sister was drenched in sweat, almost collapsing from the heat. Her sensual lips opened and closed, clearly wanting water.
"Give her water."
A young monk brought a large bucket of water, filled it to the brim, and Thirteen Sister struggled to lift her head and open her mouth, but the young monk hesitated to pour the water. Seeing Thirteen Sister wanting to drink but unable to, the monks laughed heartily.
"The water's here!" With a shout, the young monk poured the water, but not into Thirteen Sister's parched mouth; instead, he poured it onto her chest and stomach.
Just moments before, her body was burning hot; the sudden pour of cold water made the young girl scream and burst into tears.
Night had fallen, but the monks of Silver Buddha Temple still wouldn't let Thirteen Sister go. They kept adding firewood to the fire. The poor heroine, bound hand and foot to the wooden post, was like prey on a grill, enduring unbearable pain as the post turned.
Water dripped from her body onto the fire, making a hissing sound.
5. On the morning of the fifth day of the gang rape at Golden Buddha Temple
, Thirteen Sister, after breakfast and a bath, put on the red silk clothes that could barely cover her body, and was wheeled out of the temple with her hands tied behind her back. The Golden Buddha Monk and the Silver Buddha Monk greeted her with clasped hands.
"Well, Brother Silver Buddha, has the female thief yielded?" the Golden Buddha Monk asked.
"Truly the strongest woman in the world! Even after such torture, she still can't submit. I truly admire her. I'm at my wit's end. Let's see what ingenious method Senior Brother has to punish this woman."
Seeing the Golden Buddha Monk approaching, Thirteen Sister turned her pretty face away.
"Bring me a rope," the Golden Buddha Monk shouted.
"What are you going to do?" Thirteen Sister asked in a panic.
"What am I going to do? Tie you up."
"Isn't I already tied up?"
"Not enough, you want to tie me up again."
"Tie me up again?" The monks were all confused.
Two monks from Jinfo Temple removed the ropes from Thirteen Sister's body, twisted her hands behind her back, and bound her wrists together, rendering her completely immobile. Then, the monk from Jinfo Temple took a rope and personally bound Thirteen Sister, tying it in a figure-eight pattern around her breasts, making them stand high. The young monks nearby stared wide-eyed, swallowing hard. Thirteen Sister felt humiliated by this sensual binding, but also felt a strange, intense pleasure from being restrained. The rope then wrapped around her waist, passed between her legs, and tied a large knot at her vulva. A stone the size of an egg was then placed inside her vulva, the knot pressing down on the stone, digging deep into her flesh. The rope then wrapped around her wrists from behind. The young body was immediately overwhelmed by intense stimulation. The stones sank into her lower body, and the friction of the rope knots and strings gradually moistened her. Thirteen Sister's face flushed crimson, and she couldn't help but writhe, moaning softly, before collapsing to her knees. The monks on either side had to support her.
The young monks watching were also incredibly excited. They couldn't believe that this strong heroine, so skillfully bound by ropes, could lose control. The monks were amazed; they realized there was so much to learn about binding women. Next time they had the chance, they would try binding a woman themselves.
The Golden Buddha Monk lifted the bound Thirteen Sister by the waist and placed her on the back of his large white horse. He then mounted his own horse and galloped towards the Golden Buddha Temple. His eight guard monks also mounted their horses to follow, but seeing the Golden Buddha Monk's affectionate actions towards Thirteen Sister, they exchanged knowing smiles, slowed their pace, and lagged far behind.
Here, the Golden Buddha monk held Thirteen Sister horizontally in front of him, his arms wrapped around her and gripping the reins. Although Thirteen Sister was on horseback, her hands were tied behind her back, making her unsteady, and she involuntarily fell into the Golden Buddha monk's arms. The Golden Buddha monk brought his nose to Thirteen Sister's neck, inhaling the unique fragrance of a young girl emanating from her saddle, while simultaneously slipping his hand inside her collar and grasping one of her breasts. Thirteen Sister's small breasts were beautifully shaped and full, her pectoral muscles brimming with elasticity. The Golden Buddha monk's fingers incessantly caressed the red nipple, instantly hardening this sensitive area. Thirteen Sister's breasts were now constricted, stones were embedded in her vulva, and ropes rubbed against her flesh, stimulating her until she felt hot all over, weak all over, and her face flushed. At this moment, she felt as if she had sunk into a man's body. Suddenly, the Golden Buddha monk's lips pressed against Thirteen Sister's. Thirteen Sister's head was trapped in the crook of his arm, unable to escape, but the man's scent stirred her emotions, filling her with a strange longing. She relented to the Golden Buddha monk's advances, her tongue occasionally swirling in his mouth as the white horse swayed. Thirteen Sister felt waves of tingling sensations as the Golden Buddha monk caressed her. The white horse galloped, and she felt as if she were flying through the air.
While Thirteen Sister was still dazed, she suddenly heard shouts: "Master is here! Master has brought the female thief!" Opening her eyes, she saw that they had arrived at the Golden Buddha Temple, and the young monks had all come out to greet her.
Thirteen Sister was thrown into a large cell, the ropes on her hands and body removed, not even handcuffs or shackles. After being bound for several days, Thirteen Sister felt her blood coursing through her body, a feeling of great comfort washing over her. Strangely, there were no instruments of torture in the cell. Thirteen Sister felt exhausted, yet she was still savoring the pleasure aroused by the skillful teasing of the Golden Buddha Monk. Lost in this reverie, she drifted off to sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept, but then she heard the cell door open. Thirteen Sister immediately stood up alertly. She saw four monks—Gold, Silver, Bronze, and Iron—enter together. Some were furious, others wore wicked smiles, but all their faces were filled with ill intent.
"Thirteen Sister, everyone says your martial arts are superb, with few rivals in the world. Today, the four of us brothers will come and test our skills."
Thirteen Sister looked at the four monks, who slowly removed their robes, revealing their bare upper bodies. They stood at the four corners of the cell, assuming an attacking stance, surrounding Thirteen Sister in the middle.
These four monks were all martial monks, well-trained and strong.
The Golden Buddha Monk had fierce brows and bulging eyes, his fists clenched so
tightly they cracked. The Silver Buddha Monk was as large as a mountain, half-squatting, seemingly untouchable by three or five men.
The Bronze Buddha Monk was as tall as a stone tower.
The Iron Buddha Monk was sturdy, with dark, shiny skin.
The four monks, gathering their inner energy, began to circle around Thirteen Sister, their muscles bulging, veins bulging, as if cast from iron and bronze. Upon seeing this, Thirteen Sister couldn't help but gasp.
"It seems these four monks are not to be underestimated; today's battle will be truly difficult."
"How about it? Thirteen Sister, are you scared?"
Thirteen Sister was not one to admit defeat. She steeled herself, pulled her hair from behind her head to the front, bit it into her mouth, raised her palm to protect her chest, and assumed a fighting stance.
Seeing Thirteen Sister's indomitable spirit, the four monks secretly admired her.
"Watch out!" The Golden Buddha Monk pounced on Thirteen Sister with a "Hungry Tiger Pouncing" move. Thirteen Sister quickly dodged and seized the opportunity to strike the Golden Buddha Monk in the back, feeling his muscles were incredibly hard. The Golden Buddha Monk was startled, not expecting that after days of torture, Thirteen Sister still possessed such agile footwork, not only dodging his attack but also returning the blow. Fortunately, although she was struck and staggered, she was not injured.
Meanwhile, the Silver, Bronze, and Iron Monks also launched an attack on Thirteen Sister. Thirteen Sister quickly turned to deal with it, dodging and weaving.
At first, both sides were somewhat tentative, their moves cautious.
"Good footwork!" the four monks exclaimed. They had only used eight-tenths of their strength earlier, and it seemed they couldn't win easily.
So the four of them focused all their attention, their eight palms striking Thirteen Sister like a storm, determined to capture her alive. Thirteen Sister dodged and fought back, using her agile footwork to evade the four monks' powerful palm strikes, her fists and feet landing frequent blows. However, when her fists, palms, or bare feet hit the monks' naked bodies, they slid off, giving her a strange feeling. Upon closer inspection, she realized that the monks were covered in a shiny oil, causing her fists and palms to slip to the side upon contact, losing their force. Thirteen Sister then understood why they had taken off their clothes to fight her.
"How despicable, using such low-down tricks!" Thirteen Sister cursed angrily. So Thirteen Sister then focused her attacks on the monks' heads and faces. Some of the monks received a resounding slap from Thirteen Sister, while others were kicked in the face, leaving them bruised and swollen. But the four monks were seasoned martial artists and very resilient. Even when knocked to the ground by Thirteen Sister, they quickly rose and rejoined the battle.
"If the four of us can't capture this little girl today, how can we still have the face to roam the martial world?" Monk Jinfo said to the other three monks.
"Big brother is right." The four monks then pounced on Thirteen Sister like madmen.
Gradually, Thirteen Sister was at a disadvantage. Firstly, these four martial monks were indeed skilled. With four hot men surrounding her, no matter which way she faced, someone would always attack her from behind, making her unable to defend herself. Secondly, Thirteen Sister had been tortured for several days, and her strength was greatly depleted. Her punches and kicks were often weak and less powerful. Although she repeatedly knocked down her enemies, she couldn't hurt them. Thirdly, although this cell was not small, it was not spacious enough for five people to fight inside. After all, it was not like the wilderness. There was not much room to dodge. The four monks took advantage of this, trying to force her into a corner, preventing her from breaking out of the encirclement. She could only take the blows head-on, which made her already insufficient strength deplete even faster.
Thirteen Sister was still struggling, but she was already showing signs of exhaustion and was in grave danger. The four monks, seeing her strength waning, gained confidence and pounced on her even more fiercely.
"Thirteen Sister, why don't you surrender obediently?" the Bronze Buddha monk shouted.
"Bald monk, don't even think about it!" Although Thirteen Sister was drenched in sweat, she still refused to give in. But she felt her limbs weakening, and gradually she could only parry without being able to retaliate.
Suddenly, the Silver Buddha monk grabbed Thirteen Sister's flowing hair and pulled her hard, causing her to fall backward. Before she could get up, the Gold Buddha and Bronze Buddha immediately pressed forward, pinning her down and grabbing her hand. Thirteen Sister panicked and could only kick out with her bare foot, but the Iron Buddha monk grabbed her foot as well. Thirteen Sister struggled desperately, but poor thing, she couldn't break free. Four monks' arms, like iron hoops, bound her limbs, forcing her to the ground in a spread-eagle position.
"Strip her naked," said the Golden Buddha monk.
"Okay, strip her naked."
Then eight large hands began to roughly tear off Thirteen Sister's clothes.
"Ah...you beasts, let me go!" Thirteen Sister struggled, but the Golden Buddha and Copper Buddha stripped her upper body, while the Silver Buddha and Iron Buddha stripped her lower body. The four monks worked together, and in no time, Thirteen Sister's clothes were completely stripped off, revealing her pure white naked body.
Thirteen Sister's perfect, youthful naked body was indeed alluring. The four monks, already shirtless, now, gripped Thirteen Sister's struggling, still-fragrant, naked body, and with skin-to-skin contact, their erections were already hard.
"Put her on the torture device," said the Golden Buddha monk, seeing that Thirteen Sister had been captured.
The instrument of torture was a short, Y-shaped wooden post with four legs, its surface polished very smooth. The post was low at both ends and arched in the middle, like a bridge. Four monks lifted Thirteen Sister onto the instrument, her chest resting on the arch, her entire body lying on it in a position with her breasts high and her arms outstretched. They first fastened her waist to the post with a wide leather belt, preventing her powerful waist from lifting her arms. The monks Gold Buddha and Silver Buddha held her feet down to prevent her from struggling, while the monks Iron Buddha and Bronze Buddha forcefully pulled her arms down from both sides of the post. Thirteen Sister resisted desperately, but ultimately could not withstand the strength of the two men. Her arms were pulled down and tightly clung to the post. Iron Buddha and Bronze Buddha clasped her wrists together, but did not immediately bind her. They used their large, calloused hands to caress Thirteen Sister's rounded shoulders and snow-white arms, making sounds of ecstasy. Then, they used thin leather strips to tie Thirteen Sister's wrists together, saying as they bound her, "Thirteen Sister, this is a torture device specially made for you. Today, let you experience something new." Thirteen
Sister was pinned to the torture device, unable to move. Her arms ached from the bindings, but she still spoke defiantly: "You four bald monks, the tighter the better. If I escape, you'll be in for a world of hurt."
"You said yourself that the tighter the better, so don't blame us for being ruthless," the bronze Buddha monk said cowardly, pulling the thin leather strips tighter as he went. He then wrapped the rope around Thirteen Sister's chest, tying two strips above and below her breasts. Her round breasts were pulled even higher by the rope, and the thin leather strips dug into her flesh, causing her to wince in pain and cry out, "Ouch, ouch!"
Seeing Thirteen Sister crying out in pain, the four monks grinned with glee, enjoying the pleasure of binding and torturing a beautiful, naked woman.
"What's wrong? Crying in pain? If you beg for mercy, we'll loosen the reins a bit."
Thirteen Sister remained silent. "You want me to beg for mercy? Unless the sun rises in the west." Thirteen Sister thought to herself.
"How about it? Do you want us to tie you up tighter? Anyway, we have plenty of strength."
This time, Thirteen Sister dared not speak. She was afraid that these monks would really use their strength and she would get hurt for nothing.
"How is it? Little girl, does it feel good to be tied up like this?"
"Hmph, you bunch of bald monks, lewd monks, instead of ringing the bell and chanting Buddhist scriptures, you only know how to use crooked ideas to torture women. You'll get your retribution sooner or later..."
Before she could finish speaking, another rope was tied around Thirteen Sister's chest.
"For ordinary women, they would have fainted from fright long ago after entering this gate. There's no need for this method. Only when dealing with people like you do we need to use this kind of torture device."
"If we don't tie you up tight, with your high level of martial arts, what if you turn over and we're doomed?"
"The four of us brothers are going to enjoy you today. You have to hold on."
She suffered physical abuse on one hand and mental humiliation on the other. But what could Thirteen Sister do at this point? She could only blush and let them bind and torture her.
She tried to move her hands, but found they were tightly bound; only her fingers could bend and stretch. Her arms, shoulders, and upper body were as if glued to the torture instruments, with no room to move. She could only curse fiercely, "I will never forgive you!"
After binding her wrists, seeing that her upper body was immobilized, Iron Buddha and Bronze Buddha quickly came to help Gold Buddha and Silver Buddha bind her lower body. Originally, Gold Buddha and Silver Buddha could only each hold one leg, but with Thirteen Sister's powerful struggles, kicks, and punches, they couldn't bind them. Now there were four people, and with two people holding one leg, Thirteen Sister finally gave in. Her two thighs were forcibly spread apart and pressed against the fork at the other end of the torture device. They knew that Thirteen Sister's strong thighs were very powerful, so for safety's sake, they used three-finger-wide leather straps to secure the device to her thighs and near her knees. Then they tightly bound Thirteen Sister's two dangling feet to the two legs of the device with thin leather straps. In this position, Thirteen Sister's whole body was tightly bound, unable to move. Her hairless vulva was completely unprotected, and the spread thighs made the crotch slightly open, which was very tempting.
The four monks looked very satisfied with the bound Thirteen Sister.
"Thirteenth Sister, check if it's securely tied?" asked the Golden Buddha Monk.
Thirteenth Sister struggled to lift her head, glancing at the leather straps and ropes tightly binding her to the torture device. Her snow-white limbs and body were bound to the device by strong cowhide ropes, leaving her no room to move. Her head drooped helplessly against the short wooden post, her long, flowing hair hanging down. Her breasts were high and firm, her vulva wide open, her slit slightly parted, making her look extremely lewd. The four monks couldn't help but drool.
Thirteenth Sister refused to be humiliated like this. She took a deep breath and tried again to break free of the leather straps. The ropes binding her white, healthy, naked body creaked loudly, but she failed; she still couldn't break free.
"Thirteenth Sister, don't waste your energy. This is a specially made leather rope, even a tiger could be bound with it. No matter how skilled you are, you can't escape."
Thirteenth Sister cried out, "Oh... ah! Let me go!" She struggled in vain once more. Having trained in martial arts, Thirteenth Sister's muscles were strong and powerful. As she struggled, her entire body tensed, her curves, though feminine, were remarkably athletic. Deprived of her freedom, Thirteenth Sister struggled desperately, her snow-white, full body writhing violently. Admiring Thirteenth Sister's strong and beautiful naked body bound in the leather rope, the four monks felt a throbbing pain in their genitals, and were deeply distressed. They all pulled down their trousers, revealing their ugly private parts.
Knowing she couldn't escape this ordeal today, Thirteenth Sister was filled with sorrow. She closed her eyes, tears streaming from the corners.
"Thirteenth Sister, this time you couldn't beat us and were captured. No wonder we're so powerful."
This was the first time Thirteenth Sister had seen a man's genitals at such close range. Could this thing be what was about to enter her body? She didn't dare to think any further. Seeing the four shiny, erect, pulsating penises, seemingly alive, approaching her step by step, yet unable to stop them, Thirteenth Sister's face flushed red. Thirteenth Sister
struggled and twisted on the torture device, but was mercilessly bound by ropes and could not break free. Each struggle only made the ropes dig deeper into her flesh. Thirteenth Sister kept gasping for breath and struggling with all her might, causing her chest to rise and fall, her pear-shaped breasts rising and falling with it, quite alluring.
"Beasts...beasts...let me go..."
But these cries only made the four monks' lust even stronger.
Thirteenth Sister understood that she was going to be raped by these four men today. She felt extremely ashamed and angry. Although she couldn't escape, she still struggled with all her might.
The four monks were all seasoned veterans. They understood that Thirteen Sister, a healthy and youthful virgin, had extremely sensitive nerves and was easily aroused.
"Come on, let us give you a good time." The four men exchanged glances, their eyes meeting in unison, and simultaneously pounced on the helpless Thirteen Sister, tightly bound to the torture device.
As the four monks' eight large hands touched Thirteen Sister's body almost simultaneously, she reflexively screamed,
"Ah, you beasts... shameless monks... let me go... let me go now..."
The four monks ignored Thirteen Sister's cries; they were determined to enjoy this female captive to their heart's content.
The Silver Buddha monk began to caress Thirteen Sister's left, snow-white, soft breast, massaging her tender, warm nipple and clitoris. The Iron Buddha and Bronze Buddha monks' hands landed on Thirteen Sister's soft, perky right breast, beginning to caress the girl's sensitive, delicate breast and nipple! Sometimes they would gently knead and rub, making Thirteen Sister feel an unbearable tingling sensation; sometimes they would pinch her nipples, squeezing and stretching them; sometimes they would knead them vigorously, deforming Thirteen Sister's delicate breasts and stimulating them until they quickly hardened.
"These are fine breasts, they feel so good to touch, don't you think, Third Brother?" the Silver Buddha Monk asked.
"Who says they aren't? These breasts are so white and elastic, they're irresistible," the Bronze Buddha Monk replied, taking Thirteen Sister's right nipple into his mouth and licking it in circles with his tongue.
"It's just like eating a fresh, juicy grape," the Bronze Buddha Monk said while sucking on Thirteen Sister's round nipple.
"Ah..." Thirteen Sister felt an unbearable tingling and itching sensation in her right breast from the bronze Buddha monk's licking, while her left breast was being pinched painfully by the monk's rough, large hands. Yet, amidst the pain, there was a strange, pleasurable tingling and itching sensation. She desperately shook her bound body, trying in vain to escape the monk's caresses, but those large, large hands ignored her. Gradually, an indescribable pleasure surged within Thirteen Sister. She felt an unpleasant discomfort from the touching of her breasts, causing her to tremble uncontrollably.
"Ah... ooh..." she uttered labored moans and gasps. The monk Zhaohan stood between Thirteen Sister's thighs, his hands moving towards her plump, delicate thighs and the tender vulva between her spread legs. He skillfully moved his hands gently around her sensitive inner thighs and tender red labia, playing with her thick pubic hair and stimulating her delicate clitoris, which had lost its protective warmth. Thirteen Sister's young body involuntarily became excited, waves of irresistible pleasure washing over her. Her tightly clenched lips involuntarily loosened, and she moaned incessantly, her whole body trembling. Her breasts hardened, and her small nipples swelled. Gradually, glistening droplets of moisture seeped from her played-with vulva!
The monk Zhaohan touched Thirteen Sister's vulva with one finger, and Thirteen Sister's buttocks jerked upwards. She knew the monks' dirty hands were about to enter her pure body. Sure enough, the monk Jinfo slowly inserted his middle finger into Thirteen Sister's vagina, then slowly moved it around inside, probing the vaginal walls. Finally, he found the small red clitoris inside Thirteen Sister's vagina and concentrated his strength to knead it. Once this wonderful spot was kneaded, the intense stimulation made Thirteen Sister unable to control her body, and she couldn't stop trembling. Thirteen Sister felt ashamed of being played with, and tears filled her eyes, but the physiological changes were uncontrollable. She felt her will gradually collapse under the manipulation and humiliation of the four evil monks' hands. The pleasure in her body could no longer be suppressed and could not be resisted. Her round buttocks involuntarily rose, her bound body twisted, and her two small, bright breasts rose and fell in front of her chest. The fingers of her hand, which was bound behind her back, opened and closed in the rope, trying to break free, but the rope bound her so tightly that her hand had no chance of breaking free. She groaned loudly.
Seeing that Thirteen Sister was clearly aroused, the Golden Buddha Monk didn't rush to insert his penis. Instead, he increased the pressure of his kneading. He inserted two fingers, while the rest manipulated and pinched her labia majora, minora, and clitoris. Thirteen Sister was almost crying, her whole body covered in sweat. She desperately wanted a man's penis inside her, but her strong pride prevented her from saying it. She bit her lip hard. The
Golden Buddha Monk thought to himself, "You're meat on my chopping block. Let's see how long you can hold out." He wouldn't let Thirteen Sister be satisfied. He continued to knead and stimulate her. Because she was bound, Thirteen Sister had no way to move her body to relieve the stimulation. The only part she could move was her head. She could only lean back and sway her head from side to side, then tilt it back, her beautiful hair swaying with it. Her red lips parted as if she were crying out, "I can't take it anymore, give it to me!"
Seeing Thirteen Sister's cheeks flushed like two red clouds, and her vaginal fluids gushing like a fountain, it was clear she couldn't hold back any longer. The Golden Buddha Monk, believing the time was right, placed his penis against her vulva. He first rubbed the head of his penis around the entrance, then gently pulled apart her labia majora and minora, revealing the bright red flesh. He began to slowly thrust in.
"Ah..." Thirteen Sister cried out, her brows furrowed. The Golden Buddha Monk immediately withdrew and thrust in again, deeper than before.
"Ouch..." Thirteen Sister cried out in pain. "...You beasts...ah...damn..." Although there was a lot of vaginal fluid, it was still Thirteen Sister's first time, and the stretching of her tight vagina was very painful. This pain wasn't like superficial pain, which could be endured; this pain was excruciating, piercing. Thirteen Sister cried out regardless of the laughter of those around her, but these cries were sometimes interrupted by the pain.
To distract Thirteen Sister, the Golden Buddha Monk kissed her breasts again, gently nibbling and biting them with his teeth, causing her a tingling, itchy discomfort. At the same time, the Golden Buddha Monk's penis penetrated further into her vagina. Gradually, the pain lessened, and Thirteen Sister's cries subsided. However, her expression revealed her extreme discomfort with the man's thick, snake-like member entering her body. She twisted her body, trying to stop the man's penis. But bound, what could she do to stop the Golden Buddha Monk's penis from continuing to spread her vaginal canal and penetrate her, regardless of her wishes? The copious amounts of vaginal fluid lubricated the Golden Buddha Monk's penis, making Thirteen Sister feel a little better. After dozens of thrusts, finally, the Golden Buddha Monk thrust his body forward, plunging his penis all the way into Thirteen Sister's vagina. The pubic hair of his penis clung to Thirteen Sister's vulva, and bright red blood flowed down her thighs. Thirteen Sister cried out, her head snapping back, and she sobbed sadly.
"Don't be afraid," the Golden Buddha Monk chuckled wickedly, "you'll soon find nothing as comfortable as this."
He let his penis remain inside Thirteen Sister for a moment, allowing her to adjust, before slowly thrusting in and out. The foreskin of his penis rubbed against the walls of her vagina. With each in-and-out motion, Thirteen Sister felt the movement of his penis against her vaginal walls. Gradually, she felt a burning sensation on her vaginal walls, a sensation that filled her with both shame and a touch of pleasure. The Golden Buddha Monk's penis moved faster and faster, and Thirteen Sister's mind was in chaos. She felt like she was being thrown into the sea, rising and falling with the Golden Buddha Monk's body, the pleasure intensifying. The Golden Buddha Monk's strong chest pressed against Thirteen Sister's soft breasts, making it hard for her to breathe. Pleasure filled her entire body; she cried out for release, unable to resist biting the Golden Buddha Monk's shoulder. The Golden Buddha Monk's speed increased, and Thirteen Sister's moans turned into desperate screams. Was it pain? Shame? Pleasure? Or a combination of all? Thirteen Sister felt confused. She was being raped and humiliated, so why was she experiencing pleasure?
Suddenly, the Golden Buddha Monk shuddered, a surge of heat rushing into Thirteen Sister's body, and both of them reached orgasm simultaneously. The Golden Buddha Monk,
drenched in sweat, lay panting on the equally drenched, naked Thirteen Sister. After a long while, the monk Jinfo finally got off Thirteen Sister, satisfied, and made way for the other three monks. Thirteen Sister, however
, almost fainted. She was panting heavily when she felt the four monks untie her from the torture device and drag her to another X-shaped wooden frame. Thirteen Sister was powerless to resist. The four monks separated her arms and tied them upwards to an upward-sloping pillar, and her legs were separated and tied to two downward-sloping legs of the frame. Her shoulders, thighs, and waist were also secured with leather straps, making her body form an X-shape. The difference was that this X-shaped frame was tilted backwards, causing Thirteen Sister's body to tilt backwards as well, making her pubic hair clearly visible, and her vulva faintly visible beneath it. Thirteen Sister's head slumped weakly to one side, her long hair hanging down, partially obscuring her breast, a poignant and captivating sight.
"Thirteenth Sister, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, or how strong you are, once you're tied to this frame, you can't escape," the Silver Buddha Monk laughed.
Hearing this, Thirteenth Sister looked up in horror to see the tall, obese Silver Buddha Monk, weighing a good 160-170 pounds, pounce on her. She felt as if a small mountain of flesh completely pressed her down.
The Silver Buddha's thick chest pressed against her breasts, making it hard for her to breathe. The Silver Buddha Monk then pressed his thick lips against her small mouth. She desperately tried to dodge, finally managing to get a small opening, where she gasped for air. But immediately, the Silver Buddha Monk cupped her face and forcefully kissed her again.
"Ugh..." Thirteenth Sister almost suffocated.
"You tasted my elder brother's earlier, now try mine," the Silver Buddha Monk said, lifting Thirteen Sister's chin. Thirteen Sister struggled to open her eyes, then quickly closed them again, for she saw the Silver Buddha Monk's thick penis thrusting towards her entrance.
"No, no..." Thirteen Sister cried out in panic, twisting her body, but her entire body was tightly bound; how could she break free? She felt that hot thing part her labia majora and minora, rotating as it thrust in. Thirteen Sister mustered her strength, straining her lower body to tighten her vaginal opening, but she didn't know that the Silver Buddha Monk's penis being gripped by her vagina only increased his pleasure. Because she had already been raped by the Golden Buddha Monk, her vagina was filled with semen and vaginal fluid, making it easy for the Silver Buddha Monk's penis to penetrate. With a "plop," the Silver Buddha Monk's penis pierced to the hilt. Thirteen Sister screamed, her head snapping back. She felt as if she were about to be pierced through. She sobbed, lamenting that this fearsome heroine, who struck terror into the hearts of her enemies, was utterly powerless to protect herself. Her most precious body was like an open door, allowing these lecherous monks to violate her at will, easily penetrating her, while she could only watch helplessly. She felt the sorrow of being a woman.
Bound in an X-shape to the frame, she watched as the muscular Silver Buddha monk gripped her breasts and began thrusting.
The Silver Buddha monk's movements were large, each time penetrating all the way in, sometimes withdrawing completely before thrusting in again. Thirteen Sister thought his penis was completely out, so she tightened her vagina, trying to stop it from entering again. But the Silver Buddha monk's spear still forcefully parted her labia majora and minora, thrusting in all the way with unstoppable force, making it almost impossible for Thirteen Sister to breathe. The silver-spraying monk's penis was tightly enveloped by Thirteen Sister's vaginal walls, the friction providing intense stimulation to both of them. Adding to this, the monk's large hands constantly caressed and kneaded her sensitive areas, causing Thirteen Sister to experience a mixture of pain and sadistic pleasure. She felt her body was no longer under her control, gradually enveloped in a tingling, itchy sensation. Excitement and pleasure surged through her brain, and Thirteen Sister reached orgasm during the monk's brutal rape. Finally, the monk ejaculated, his penis making a few final thrusts inside Thirteen Sister before gradually softening. Thirteen Sister was drenched in sweat. Looking at the monk still panting on top of her, she angrily said, "You old bald monk, get off me now!" She really wanted to kick him off, but her limbs were tightly bound, and she couldn't move.
The monk, still unsatisfied, continued to lie on Thirteen Sister's body, enjoying the softness of her beautiful form.
The two monks, Bronze Buddha and Iron Buddha, couldn't wait any longer. They pulled Silver Buddha Monk off Thirteen Sister and lifted the frame, along with Thirteen Sister bound to it, onto an octagonal table. Thirteen Sister awoke from her unconsciousness and found herself still bound in an X-shape, but this time lying on her back. The trembling exposed all her sensitive nerves to the men. She felt another man's genitals pressing against her vulva—that was Iron Buddha Monk—while another man's genitals were pressed against her mouth—that was Bronze Buddha Monk.
Thirteen Sister instinctively closed her mouth tightly, shaking her head to prevent the Bronze Buddha Monk's genitals from penetrating her. But suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her lower body; it turned out the Iron Buddha Monk was beginning to insert his penis. Although she had already been raped by two men, the Iron Buddha Monk's penis was particularly large, and the pain from the glans parting her vulva made Thirteen Sister open her mouth. At this moment, the Bronze Buddha Monk seized the opportunity to shove his penis into Thirteen Sister's mouth.
"Ah...ah..." Thirteen Sister cried out in pain. Previously, she could concentrate her strength to deal with one end to alleviate the pain, but now she was being attacked from both above and below, making it impossible for her to resist. Her hands and feet were completely bound and stretched out, and she couldn't pull them back. Her sensitive body was completely exposed, making the stimulation from the tremors exceptionally intense.
The Bronze Buddha monk cupped Thirteen Sister's face in his hands, rubbing his penis in and out of her mouth, sometimes poking her tongue, sometimes her throat. Thirteen Sister hated it and tried to bite down hard, but the Iron Buddha monk's ravaging of her lower body left her powerless. Her two rows of pearly teeth touched the foreskin of the Bronze Buddha monk's penis and she couldn't bite down any further, which only gave the Bronze Buddha monk great stimulation. Sometimes the Bronze Buddha monk would pinch Thirteen Sister's nose, forcing her to open her mouth wide and let the Bronze Buddha monk's penis churn and thrust in and out of her mouth. When the Iron Buddha monk's thick penis entered, Thirteen Sister's vagina involuntarily contracted, and the Iron Buddha monk thrust even harder, while squeezing Thirteen Sister's breasts hard with his hands, waves of pain and tingling spreading throughout her body.
"Thirteen Sister, will you surrender or not? Let's see who's stronger." Saying this, he thrust all the way in again, completely inside her. Thirteen Sister felt as if he were piercing her body.
"Ah..." Thirteen Sister cried out.
"How about it? You female thief, you've harmed so many of our brothers. Today I'm going to avenge them. I'm going to fuck you to death." Saying this, he thrust in again, completely penetrating her.
"Ah..." Thirteen Sister cried out again. Although she felt humiliated, she also felt extremely comfortable being fucked. She looked forward to his next, even more intense thrust. Waves of tingling and itching sensations, from her vulva, from her breasts, from her mouth, from her cheeks, from every part of her body being touched by the two monks, assaulted her brain. Thirteen Sister was highly skilled in martial arts and had a strong personality. No one had ever forced her to do anything. But this time, she was tied up and gang-raped by four men. Helpless, she had no choice but to accept the reality. During the gang rape, she experienced extremely intense sexual pleasure. Thirteen Sister's sexual desire was greatly aroused. She felt that the caresses and lovemaking of the opposite sex, even the brutal abuse, were so soul-stirring. The lovemaking brought her one orgasm after another. She felt as if her vagina was enveloping his penis, like a baby suckling at a breast, and the semen was like milk. Although she felt ashamed and aroused, the intense pleasure from the rape was undeniable. She even felt that she wouldn't be satisfied without being brutally violated. She was completely immersed in this pleasure, and her vaginal fluids gushed out like a spring. She also reached orgasm when the monks, the Bronze Buddha and the Iron Buddha, simultaneously ejaculated their scalding semen into her body and mouth.
She really wanted to rest, but the four monks wouldn't give up. Looking at Thirteen Sister's alluring lower body, they exclaimed, "What a great body! We four brothers have done it all over her, but her little hole is still so tight!"
Actually, Thirteen Sister's nerves were on the verge of collapse, but upon hearing this, she forced her eyes open and said hatefully, "You...you...you be careful! Next time you fall into my hands...I...I will never let you go! I'll castrate you all!"
"Little girl, you're really stubborn. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know that the Horse King has three eyes," said the Silver Buddha monk.
"Thirteen Sister, I was thinking of stopping here. If you say that, I'll rape you again," the Bronze Buddha monk echoed.
The four monks then took the naked Thirteen Sister down from the rack and began a second round of gang rape.
6. The Humiliation of Piercing and Ringing
The four monks saw that Thirteen Sister had exhausted a lot of energy during the first round of gang rape, almost to the point of collapse, and trembling, and estimated that she wouldn't recover for a long time. With four against her, even Thirteen Sister wouldn't be able to escape, so this time, they didn't tie her up.
They held down her hands, feet, and body, and she mustered her remaining strength to resist, but the four monks were skilled in martial arts, their bodies tanned to a bronze color, their muscles bulging, and they were very powerful. How could they let her escape? She felt a large hand kneading her breast, so she grabbed that large hand and tried to pull it outwards, but found that she was too weak to pull it away; she then tried to punch him, but it didn't hurt him at all; she then tried to grab and pinch him with her fingers, but his muscles were so firm that she couldn't pinch him at all. Soon, her hand was grabbed and pulled away by another large hand, then raised above her head and held together. That large hand was so strong that her hand, raised above her head, was held tightly and she couldn't break free. Meanwhile, the large hand on her breasts kneaded them even more vigorously. She felt her breasts being squeezed out of shape, both painful and pleasurable. The penis inserted inside her moved violently, sending waves of tingling pleasure throughout her body, which she couldn't resist.
After a while, they would spread her arms horizontally and hold her down, or turn her over and enter from behind, or forcefully press her arms behind her back, forcing her chest to stand high in a very sexy position to facilitate rape. Sometimes they would press down on Thirteen Sister's long hair, making her unable to lift her head, while simultaneously thrusting their penis into her vagina and mouth. She tried desperately to close her legs, but two monks forcefully pulled them apart, one on each side, preventing her thighs from closing. Then, a third monk's penis pierced her body.
Thirteen Sister's snow-white, smooth naked body put up a defiant resistance, but she couldn't overcome the brute force of the four monks. Every time she resisted, the monks subdued her. Her resistance only fueled the men's masculine ambition and desire to conquer her, making them feel powerful and virile in front of a woman, further arousing their lust.
"Hmph, I don't believe four grown men can't subdue a little girl like you."
"Even the most stubborn little girl will be subdued in our hands."
The four monks tormented Thirteen Sister, turning her over and over. Thirteen Sister had been gang-raped several times, her genitals covered in the monks' sticky semen. She had fainted several times, but upon regaining consciousness, she would struggle again. Finally, the four monks had no choice but to tie her hands behind her back once more.
"Ah..." Thirteen Sister's pitiful screams echoed continuously in the Golden Buddha Temple. The young monks outside the prison gate heard the four monks' excited thrusting, panting, and the girl's screams, and their hot penises involuntarily stood erect again.
All five men were covered in sweat. The four monks were ravaging Thirteen Sister's beautiful naked body. Xing Diao was extremely excited. Thirteen Sister's snow-white and delicate body was being ravaged by four oily, dark, and rough bodies. One person after another changed on top of her, but she was still pressed down, and all her sexual organs were being violated and stimulated.
Although Thirteen Sister subjectively did not want to be gang-raped, she was now completely powerless. Although her body was still resisting, deep down she felt conquered and had to admit that the men were stronger than her; she was no match for these four powerful men. Every time she mustered her courage to try to stop the monks' penises from penetrating her again, she failed each time. The monks' movements were rough, wild, and powerful, and it was this rough and powerful suppression that gave Thirteen Sister an extreme sense of stimulation. In the continuous gang rape, she experienced increasingly intense pleasure, every cell in her body immersed in extreme excitement, producing wave after wave of orgasms. She could no longer control her thoughts and repeatedly fell into a semi-conscious state.
In a daze, she felt that she was a female warrior living in a barbaric era, belonging to a tiger tribe. She was born with a strong physique, chasing wild deer, foxes, and rabbits in the plains and mountains every day, often fighting with black bears and tigers, and fighting against the ferocious dragons to protect her homeland.
In those days, males, in order to leave behind healthy and strong offspring, would naturally seek out strong and capable females. Once they found one, if their advances were rejected, they would not hesitate to rape her. Because they not only had impressive physiques, but also agile speed, superhuman strength, and robust muscles, they became the primary targets for capture by rival dragon tribes.
One day, she was walking across the wilderness, wearing a female warrior's helmet. The blue sky, green grass, and white clouds made her feel particularly good. Suddenly, five or six dragon warriors appeared in front of her, wielding spears and shields, and charged towards her. She quickly fled in the opposite direction, but five or six more dragon warriors appeared on that side, their heads covered in feathers, their faces painted in various colors, giving them an eerie and terrifying aura. She tried to escape as fast as she could, but the faster she ran, the slower she became. Soon, she was caught by the dragon warriors. She had strong muscles and struggled desperately, but the male dragon warriors were all like bodybuilders, their arms and legs as thick as buckets, their muscles bulging, making them stronger and more robust than her. These dozen or so dragon warriors stripped her of her helmet, pressed her face up on the grass, spread her arms and legs out in a starfish shape, and tied her to the surrounding trees with vines. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Then, a dragon warrior with a scabbard-like face pressed down on her, kneading her breasts until they were swollen and itchy. A moment later, he forcefully thrust his thick, long penis into her vagina, ejaculating profusely inside, while he himself also ejaculated a large amount of vaginal fluid.
Thirteen Sister awoke, realizing she had been in a dream state. She saw the Iron Buddha monk standing up, holding her still-ejaculating penis, while the Bronze Buddha monk thrust his spear at her. Thirteen Sister screamed and fainted again. Exhausted
, weak, and naked, Thirteen Sister was pushed by four burly martial arts monks towards the bamboo grove behind the Golden Buddha Temple.
In the northern bamboo grove, the four monks—Gold, Silver, Bronze, and Iron—were already waiting with several younger monks. Seeing Thirteen Sister being brought there, they all surrounded her. The two monks, Jin and Yin, grinning wickedly, grabbed Thirteen Sister and untied the ropes binding her. They then seized one of her arms, pulling it behind her back and binding her elbows tightly together with rope, forcing her beautiful breasts forward even more. The excruciating pain in her shoulder caused Thirteen Sister to cry out, "It hurts so much! What are you doing?"
The monk Jin said, "Heroine, you haven't put on makeup since arriving at our temple. Now, this humble monk will personally help you with your makeup." He then ordered two warrior monks to drag Thirteen Sister to a bamboo pole as thick as an arm.
Thirteen Sister was forced to stand with her back against the bamboo. The rope first wrapped around her wrists three times and secured them to the bamboo. Then, her arms and elbows were bound and secured to the bamboo, and her breasts and waist were also bound and secured to the bamboo with more than a dozen loops of rope. The ropes tightened, firmly fixing Thirteen Sister's upper body to the bamboo. Then, three more ropes were tightly bound to the bamboo stalks around Thirteen Sister's thighs, and the ropes were wrapped around her upper knees three times to secure her thighs to the bamboo. Another rope was added at her ankles, the other end passing through an iron ring attached to the bamboo above her head. Pulling down this rope, one foot was hoisted up, and Thirteen Sister was suspended from the bamboo, her entire weight causing the ropes to dig even deeper into her delicate skin. Next, her thighs and calves were tightly bound to the upright bamboo stalks. At this point, no matter how much Thirteen Sister struggled, she couldn't change her position, let alone escape the entanglement of the ropes.
"Ah… no! It's too tight. It hurts!" Her leg cramped, and the intense pain spread throughout her body, causing her beautiful, fully erect breasts to tremble. Beads of sweat appeared on her face, neck, upper body, and trembling breasts, streaming down her back.
"You villain! You beast!!" she cursed through the pain.
"Don't rush," the Golden Buddha Monk said viciously, "The makeup will hurt a lot later, how can you not tie her up tightly?"
The Golden Buddha Monk ordered a martial monk to gather Thirteen Sister's beautiful hair and tie it up with thin rope, hanging it from an iron ring on a square bamboo pole above her head. He then stuffed a wooden ball full of holes into Thirteen Sister's mouth and tied it to the bamboo pole behind her head with rope. In this way, except for her eyes, Thirteen Sister's entire body was tightly bound to the bamboo pole and she couldn't move at all.
"Ugh..." Thirteen Sister let out a desperate moan from her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes.
The Golden Buddha Monk touched Thirteen Sister's pubic area where downy hair had just grown and said with a wicked smile, "You've grown hair again, so fast." He then ordered a little monk, "Go, bring me a knife, I'll trim the hair for her again."
In the few minutes it took to shave her pubic hair, Thirteen Sister's limbs, which were tightly bound with rope, went from pain to numbness, and the excruciating pain of being crushed turned into a tingling pain as if a thousand needles were piercing her heart.
She was delirious: "It's over! I can't go on."
Suddenly, a sharp, intense pain jolted her awake. The monk Jinfo had pierced the inner wall between her nostrils with an awl, then inserted a copper ring, like a nose ring on a bull's nose. The excruciating pain made her try to snatch the awl away, but the merciless rope prevented even a pitiful twist. Blood flowed down the silver ring, dripping onto the ground. Below Thirteen Sister's beautiful, bright nose, a copper nose ring less than an inch in diameter appeared. The lower part of the ring was positioned just in front of her upper lip, not interfering with her eating. The intense pain brought tears to Thirteen Sister's eyes.
The monk selling the golden Buddha grabbed Thirteen Sister's fully erect breasts again, kneading and pinching them with his fingers. He then... (The text abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated anecdote about a monk selling gold and a woman.) The machine was pierced by an awl and inlaid with a silver ring. The sharp pain caused a spasm, and her beautiful breasts trembled. The monk Jin Fo then rubbed her clitoris with his fingers, arousing her amidst the intense pain. After her clitoris became engorged and erect, Jin Fo peeled back the foreskin
, revealing bright red, engorged, translucent clitoral hood. This was the most sensitive and delicate part of a woman's body. Thirteen Sister couldn't bear the ravaging by the Golden Buddha Monk and groaned in pain. The Golden Buddha Monk sneered and mercilessly pierced the clitoris with an awl. He then placed a silver ring on it. The clitoris contracted due to the intense pain. However, the foreskin blocked the silver ring, preventing the clitoris from retracting. After a violent spasm, Thirteen Sister fainted from the pain.
However, the fainting was temporary, and Thirteen Sister was awakened by the pain. Upon waking, she first saw a very hot, one-inch-wide iron block swaying before her eyes. Then, an old goldsmith with tears streaming down his face appeared before Thirteen Sister's eyes. "Girl, I had no choice, they forced me to. I'll be gentle, just bear with it," the old goldsmith said in a trembling voice. Thirteen Sister saw that the old goldsmith, with tears streaming down his face, also had tears in his eyes and was sobbing as if he wanted to say something.
"Sizzle... sizzle..." A series of intense, burning sensations rushed into Thirteen Sister's nostrils, immediately spreading to her entire head. With one eye tightly shut, Thirteen Sister felt a flame engulf her entire head. As the heat gradually subsided, the pain began to unfold in her nostrils.
Then, her right breast felt like it was being boiled in oil, and Thirteen Sister fainted from the intense pain.
The Golden Buddha monk ordered the old goldsmith to continue welding the rings onto Thirteen Sister's left nipple, labia, and clitoris, one by one.
An hour later, Thirteen Sister was awakened by a bucket of cold water poured on her by a young monk, and she was back in endless agony.
"Ugh..." A knife-like pain pierced her nose, chest, and genitals.
"Ha... with this adornment, you are even more stunning. Who would have thought that the once-renowned female warrior would become like this? Aren't these ornaments on you beautiful? Which hero is fortunate enough to possess you should thank me; you have a few more holes than other girls. Hahahaha..."
"This devil!" Thirteen Sister felt both angry and helpless. She no longer possessed the intense desire for revenge she had at the beginning. "It's over. I'm ruined. Even if I escape, how can I face anyone? Besides, escape is almost impossible. I'll be tortured to death by this cruel devil sooner or later."
"Don't worry," the Golden Buddha Monk seemed to see through her thoughts. "How could I bear to let your angelic figure disappear? I'll relentlessly torment you, torture you, and admire your beautiful face. I'll make you my sex slave. I'll turn you into the most alluring and lewd woman in the world, hahaha..."
The Silver Buddha Monk approached with a box of ointment, feigning concern, "Thirteen Sister, this humble monk has this treasure. Apply it, and I guarantee your holes will be healed by tomorrow."
Then, he applied the ointment to all the rings and began rotating the nose ring, nipple ring, and genital ring...

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