Female warrior gang raped

When Yang Gouzi was fourteen, the entire village was struck by plague. His parents died from the illness, and those who escaped fled the cursed village with some money. After burying his parents, Yang Gouzi took the few dozen coins his family had left and went to a nearby town to find work, but he was too young and lacked any skills, so almost no shop would hire him. A month later, he ran out of money and had to beg for a living. Even begging was a huge problem for him. The beggars on the street formed their own gangs and bullied him, an outsider. Even if he got money or food, they would take most of it. If he resisted, he would be severely beaten. These painful experiences were deeply etched in his heart, making him understand that to survive, he had to be ruthless; otherwise, he would only be bullied. When Yang Gouzi was so hungry that he couldn't bear it anymore, he resorted to petty theft. One day he would steal a pancake from a pancake shop, the next day a plate of snacks from a snack shop. If he was lucky, he could fill his stomach; if he was unlucky, he would get a beating. He could only endure the light beatings and the heavy ones, because he had no money to see a doctor. One day, he sneaked into the well-known "Yuelai Inn" to steal food, but was caught red-handed by the night watchmen. More than ten waiters locked him in the kitchen, and one of the cooks even pulled out a sharp knife, threatening to chop him into mincemeat and make dumplings. This time, Yang Gouzi was so terrified he soiled himself, frantically kowtowing and begging for mercy until he bled. Just then, a middle-aged man in his forties entered, with a kind and amiable face. He was the innkeeper. He stopped the waiters, and after learning Yang Gouzi's background, he took him in, assigning him odd jobs at the inn and feeding the guests' horses. With this job, Yang Gouzi's food and drink were at least guaranteed. The seemingly fierce waiters gradually became friendly, and the innkeeper frequently showed him concern. For an orphan with no relatives, this genuine kindness made them his family. "Yuelai Inn" is the largest inn in this town, although it is still quite different from inns in big cities. The inn is a three-story wooden building. Behind the inn are six acres of vegetable fields and a stable. Every night, Yang Gouzi always felt that the inn had a gloomy feeling, as if it was hiding something mysterious. Although the owner and the staff treated him very well, they seemed to be hiding something from him. They always let him sleep in a single room and stipulated that he was not allowed to go out at night. If he needed to relieve himself, he had to use the chamber pot next to him. If he violated the rules, he would be kicked out immediately. Sometimes, groups of three or five martial arts practitioners would appear at the inn, discussing things the innkeeper couldn't understand at all, such as the annihilation of the Heavenly Blade Sect, the tragic death of the Wudang White-Browed Taoist at the hands of the Demonic Sect leader, and the mysterious disappearance of the Flying Phoenix. Sometimes, when they got excited, they would even play drinking games and gamble. The innkeeper seemed to treat these people particularly well, providing them with better rooms and food, as if he was particularly afraid of offending them. Sometimes, he would even charge them money. People who make a living in the martial arts world are often ready to draw their swords at the slightest offense, so it's best for a small business like the innkeeper to avoid trouble and keep quiet. That evening, just as the inn was about to close, a white horse galloped in from outside town, carrying a young woman. It was the first time Yang Gouzi had seen a female knight-errant. She was probably in her early twenties, with an oval face, almond-shaped eyes, and a slightly dark complexion. She wore a black, fitted cloak, a long sword slung over her back, and leather boots. She exuded a heroic air. Seeing that this was the best inn in town, she dismounted and entered. The innkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately told Yang Gouzi to lead the female knight-errant's horse to the stable in the backyard to feed it properly. Yang Gouzi was carrying a plate of leftovers when his hand slipped, and the plate fell to the ground. Oil splattered onto the female knight-errant's boots. She seemed quite annoyed, but seeing he was just a child, she didn't hold it against him, only asking him to go upstairs and wash her boots to return them the next day. Yang Gouzi's Memories - The Fallen Huashan Flying Swallow (Part 1) After washing the dishes, Yang Gouzi went upstairs to deliver late-night snacks to the guests. When he reached the door of the woman in black, he knocked and said, "Sir, late-night snacks are here." Her clear voice came from inside, "Come in, the door's unlocked." Yang Gouzi pushed the door open and saw the woman in black leaning against the headboard, reading a book, her sword beside her pillow. He felt a sudden embarrassment, standing there dumbfounded, as if he had done something wrong. Seeing his dazed expression, the woman in black chuckled. "Don't just stand there, come here. I won't scold you." Yang Gouzi then snapped out of his daze, placed the late-night snack on the table, and took a few steps forward, saying, "Sir, is there anything else you need? I'll do it for you right away." The woman in black pointed to her boots and said, "Do I need to remind you of what you just did?" Yang Gouzi quickly smiled obsequiously, "I was just being clumsy and dirtied your boots, sir. I'll wash them for you right away." With that, he bent down to take off her boots. The woman in black's face darkened instantly. She pulled her foot back, her almond-shaped eyes widening in anger. "You little lecher! How can you be so unruly at such a young age? Is it okay to touch a woman's feet like that? Didn't your parents teach you this? If it were anyone else, I'd gouge their eyes out!" Yang Gouzi trembled with fear and quickly knelt down, kowtowing. "Please calm down, sir. There's a plague in our village. My parents died from it. We country folk don't understand these things. Please don't blame me. You are the reincarnation of the merciful Guanyin Bodhisattva. Have pity on this orphan child." Upon hearing this, the woman in black's anger instantly turned into pity and compassion. She realized she had been too harsh and frightened the poor child. She quickly said, "Alright, alright, ignorance is no excuse. You really are a child. You don't even understand the difference between men and women when you're out doing things. Listen carefully, you can't touch a woman's hands and feet without permission. Only her closest relatives can do that." Yang Gouzi stood up, his heart pounding with anxiety. He forced himself to calm down and said, "I'm illiterate, I can't read a single word. Guanyin Bodhisattva, please forgive me! I will remember your great kindness forever." The black-clad heroine spat, "What Guanyin Bodhisattva? Listen carefully, I am a disciple of the Huashan Sect, my nickname in the martial world is 'Huashan Flying Swallow' Chen Xin'er. You can just call me Heroine Chen." Seeing that Chen Xin'er didn't seem as fierce as he had imagined, Yang Gouzi relaxed and boldly asked, "Heroine Yang, what are you doing, riding around with a sword?" What am I doing? Of course, it's about upholding justice and eliminating evil. That's what we martial artists do. I've been in the business for over three years, and I've killed at least seventy or eighty corrupt officials and bandits. Take the first time, for example—"Chen Xin'er is surprisingly a very talkative person. Once she starts talking, she doesn't stop. She and Yang Gouzi hit it off immediately, chatting about everything under the sun. Yang Gouzi, who had only ever lived in the village, listened with great interest, completely forgetting what he was supposed to be doing. As he listened, Yang Gouzi suddenly thought about what if he..." One day, he could roam the martial world like Lady Chen, never having to live at the mercy of others again. His knees buckled, and he knelt down, saying, "Lady Chen, your martial arts are so high, and you're such a kind person. Why don't you take me as your disciple and take me away from here to roam the martial world? That way, I won't be bullied anymore, and I can serve you." Chen Xin'er was stunned, not expecting Yang Gouzi to make such a request. Although she was naturally forthright, she had never considered taking on a disciple, and she was speechless for a moment. Yang Gouzi resorted to his old trick, banging his head against the floorboards with a loud "bang, bang!" "Miss Chen, I, Yang Gouzi, swear to heaven, from now on I'll obey you completely. If you want me to go through fire and water, I won't even flinch. I'll live or die as you please!" Chen Xin'er smiled, "Yang Gouzi? Why do you have such a strange name?" "In our village, families name their children 'Cat,' 'Dog,' or 'Ox,' saying it's easier to raise them that way," Yang Gouzi said sheepishly. "I'm not qualified to take on apprentices right now. At most, I can only take you to Mount Hua for my master to decide. If he can accept you as an apprentice, that would be best. But we need the shopkeeper's permission first. How about this, I'll talk to the shopkeeper tomorrow. If he agrees, you can quit your job here and come with me to Mount Hua." Yang Gouzi was overjoyed, as if he had been reborn. He felt that this Miss Chen was truly a savior sent from heaven to rescue him, and he was so happy he couldn't speak. Chen Xin'er suddenly heard the night watchman's drum outside and realized that they had been talking for almost half an hour. She hurriedly said, "Go on with your work. Oh, and by the way, wash my boots and bring them up first thing tomorrow morning. I'll take you to see the shop owner then." With that, she bent down and slowly slipped off her leather boots, revealing a pair of slender feet clad in white socks. Yang Gouzi felt his heart pound wildly and quickly lowered his head, not daring to look. He felt that Chen Xin'er's feet were sacred, and he must not harbor any impure thoughts. Chen Xin'er smiled and said, "Silly boy, I won't blame you this time. Go wash the boots."After saying this, she handed the boots to Yang Gouzi. Yang Gouzi took the boots, turned around, and respectfully closed the door behind him, saying, "Miss Chen, don't worry, your boots will be as good as new tomorrow. I'll go with you tomorrow." He then turned and went downstairs. Yang Gouzi returned to his room, poured a basin of water, found a brush, and began washing Chen Xin'er's boots. The boots were quite small, custom-made to fit a woman's foot shape. The soles were already quite worn, and there was a warm, damp feeling inside. Besides the leather smell of the boots themselves, there was also the stench of sweaty feet left over from a long period of time. But to Yang Gouzi, this was the most beautiful smell in the world. He couldn't help but bring his nose close to the boot opening and deeply inhale the lingering scent of Chen Xin'er's delicate feet, feeling increasingly excited, as if he were smelling celestial air. Holding the boots up to the oil lamp, the lining of the soles was black, but due to the frequent contact and pressure on Mei Rong's beautiful feet, there was slight wear, reflecting the shape of the entire sole. Even from these shallow marks, one could discern the perfect shape of her feet. The arch area, naturally less in contact, was still quite new, while the heel marks were much deeper, round, and shiny. Thinking of Chen Xin'er wearing these boots, leaping across rooftops and upholding justice, Yang Gouzi couldn't resist putting them on himself. Although he was young, he still felt the boots were a bit tight; after all, women's feet are much smaller than men's. He walked around a few times, jumping up and down on the table and bed, imagining himself becoming a chivalrous hero like Chen Xin'er in the future. He was so excited he couldn't sleep. He took off the boots and hugged them to his chest, hoping the dark night would pass quickly. Then he thought that if he left with Chen Xin'er tomorrow, he would also have to say goodbye to the shopkeeper and the staff. After all, she had been fortunate enough to be cared for by them during this time, preventing her from going hungry. Now, parting from them was truly difficult. Thinking about it, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she soon drifted off to sleep. Chen Xin'er sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her soft, snow-white feet. The continuous horseback riding these past few days had been exhausting; for several days, she hadn't been able to find an inn and had to sleep in the wilderness. Her feet were starting to smell, and she just wanted a hot bath and a good night's sleep. Tomorrow she still had to worry about Yang Gouzi. It would be better for a young boy to be sent to a reputable sect to learn martial arts and roam the martial world, rather than letting him wander in this shady place. She felt a special connection with him, and unconsciously regarded him as her younger brother. Having a younger brother by her side would be better than traveling the martial world alone. Thinking about this, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she felt uneasy, but her body slowly leaned back onto the bed. Suddenly, the bed flipped over, and Chen Xin'er's delicate body tumbled into it, as if falling into the eighteenth level of hell. The bed then flipped back to its original position, as if nothing had happened. The Memories of Young Yang Gouzi—The Fallen Huashan Flying Swallow (Part 2) Chen Xin'er, mid-air, suddenly regained her senses. She performed a somersault, landing firmly on the ground. She felt the ground was made of cotton, and she couldn't see anything around her. However, based on her years of experience in the martial world, she sensed that she was surrounded by enemies. Her body felt dizzy and lightheaded, her internal energy stagnant, as if she had been drugged. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she leaped again. Her nickname, "Huashan Flying Swallow," was well-deserved; her lightness skill was truly unparalleled in the martial world. Despite the effects of the drug, she still leaped more than fifteen feet high, her hands touching the ceiling. But she felt it was a steel plate behind a layer of cotton, unable to escape. The moment her feet touched the ground, she felt a gust of wind behind her head. She quickly turned and threw a punch at her opponent, but felt a sharp pain in her fist, as if her opponent was wearing armor. Already weakened by the drug, her strength was less than 30%, making it even more difficult to injure her opponent. At that moment, she heard a whooshing sound from the side, indicating that there were many of them. She calmed herself and decided to avoid them, using her lightness skill to evade them and find a way out as quickly as possible. She planned to fight them in the light. Her plan was sound, but the space was small, and there were more than ten opponents, all accustomed to seeing in the dark, while she was completely blind and could only rely on her senses to bump into them and dodge. Suddenly, she felt a tight grip on her right foot; someone had grabbed it. Chen Xin'er quickly raised her left foot and stomped hard on the opponent's hand, but unexpectedly, the opponent also had a steel wrist guard. Being barefoot, her delicate foot ached from the impact. The man yanked her to the ground, gripping both her feet tightly. No matter how hard she kicked, she couldn't break free. He shouted, "Everyone, hurry up! I've got this little bitch!" People swarmed around. Chen Xin'er knew she couldn't escape, but she refused to surrender. She desperately used her grappling skills, grabbing, twisting, and clawing to resist the onslaught of more than ten hands. But even with her strong will, she couldn't fight off so many hands. Soon, her hands were forced behind her back, and several hands groped her body. The collar of her martial arts outfit was quickly torn open, revealing her undergarments. Several more hands reached for her waist, trying to undo her belt. Overwhelmed with shame and anger, Chen Xin'er bit wildly, accidentally biting one of the men's fingers. The man screamed in pain, while others grabbed her neck, trying to force her to let go. But she was determined to bite off the man's finger before she would stop. In the chaos, a voice roared, "Everyone, don't panic! Spread this bitch's legs!" Chen Xin'er felt the person grabbing her legs forcefully spread them into a V-shape. She tried desperately to close them, but her strength was insufficient. A scream of agony escaped her lips as a searing pain shot from her most sensitive area to the top of her head. A wave of dizziness followed the excruciating pain, and all her strength vanished. The person then struck her genitals with a hard object. This was a vital area for both men and women, and Chen Xin'er, weakened by the blow, collapsed completely. She tried to bite her tongue to commit suicide while she was still conscious, but a foul-smelling, fishy-smelling object was immediately shoved into her mouth, reaching all the way down her throat. She tried desperately to bite down, but to no avail. At this moment, someone lit a candle. The room, about six or seven zhang in size, was surrounded by cotton padding on the floor and walls. More than a dozen burly men stood around, clad in steel armor and wearing ferocious masks. One of them held an iron bar, clearly the weapon that had struck her groin earlier, while another's hand was covered in blood, indicating he had bitten her earlier. Two of the men dragged the limp Chen Xin'er up, tied her hands behind her back, and hung her from a ring on the wall. Only her toes touched the ground, and her legs trembled uncontrollably from the pain in her groin. Despite this, she stubbornly stared at the men around her, refusing to show them any pleading. But she knew in her heart that no matter how much she resisted, she could not escape her fate. The burly man with the iron bar stepped forward and sneered, "Chen Xin'er, the Swallow of Mount Hua, your reputation is quite impressive, but you're nothing special after all. Captured by us nameless nobodies of the martial world, do you still have the face to continue roaming the martial world?" With that, he squatted down and grabbed one of her feet. Chen Xin'er's lower body was almost numb; though she wanted to resist, she was powerless. Healthy skin covered her leg muscles, both strong and supple, forming a soft, symmetrical, and slender curve. Her delicate foot could be grasped in one hand, her toes nearly an inch long, a perfect size. It smelled of a young girl's sweaty feet, and the warm soles were damp and slightly sticky, clearly unwashed. The burly man sneered as he removed his mask. Chen Xin'er was shocked to see that he was the owner of the Yue Lai Inn. She immediately realized that she had stayed at a shady inn. She regretted her decision to stay there. Looking around, she saw that the burly men were obviously the inn's staff, but Yang Gouzi was not among them. She felt a little relieved, thinking that the child was probably not involved in this matter. The shopkeeper, scrutinizing Chen Xin'er's slender feet, sneered, "Your face isn't much to look at, but your feet are quite nice. It's a pity they're so smelly they make me want to vomit. A whore should just spread her legs and let men fuck her, why does she have to act like some kind of female knight-errant, thinking she's so great? Where are your boots? Weren't they supposed to be so imposing? Go ahead and put them on and show me how imposing they are! Use those booted feet of yours to kick people hard!" The shopkeeper became increasingly agitated, suddenly biting and chewing on Chen Xin'er's feet like a madman. He forcefully pried open her big toe with one hand, causing her body to contort in pain, emitting groans of agony. After torturing Chen Xin'er's feet, the shopkeeper released them, revealing a line of bloody teeth marks on the instep, and the toenail of her big toe had been forcibly torn off, bleeding profusely. Without a word, the shopkeeper grabbed her pants and ripped them apart. With a series of "rip!" sounds, her black outer pants were torn to shreds, revealing her red underpants. Soon, the belt of the underpants was also ripped off, exposing the girl's vulva completely. Chen Xin'er felt a chill in her lower body and watched in despair as the shopkeeper pulled her underpants down to her ankles. Chen Xin'er knew that her most precious virginity was about to be destroyed. She struggled with all her might, her two long, white legs trembling uncontrollably.Taking advantage of the waning numbness in her legs, she tried to lift them in a final act of resistance, but it was futile under the shopkeeper's strong grip. He ruthlessly placed his fingers on her delicate petals, spreading them into a V-shape. The bud was still pink, even the edges were tender and pink. The vaginal opening was swollen and red, clearly from the heavy blows from the iron rod. Layers of vaginal wrinkles concealed the enchanting cavern, and through the gaps, one could see the red mucous membrane—the virgin's mucous membrane, untouched by anything. The shopkeeper was immediately aroused. He first grabbed Chen Xin'er's genitals and plucked a tuft of her pubic hair, then crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into her nostrils, laughing wildly, "Bitch, smell how stinky your pubic hair is! I don't have time to wash it for you." With that, he pulled out his bulging, veiny penis and forcefully thrust it into Chen Xin'er's alluring cavern. The narrow opening prevented the shopkeeper's penis from penetrating immediately, but the impact of the penis intensified the pain in her lower body. She tried desperately to push him away with her legs, but they were firmly held under her armpits by the shopkeeper. The effects of the drug had fully taken hold, and she couldn't even muster her last bit of internal strength. She could only watch helplessly as the weapon slowly penetrated her virgin territory. The shopkeeper's penis finally touched the last membrane of the female warrior. He deliberately didn't thrust in immediately, but intentionally let his penis move slightly along the membrane. This physical and psychological torment made Chen Xin'er even more terrified and desperate. She could only hope that her hymen could truly withstand the invasion of this weapon. Seeing that he had tormented her enough, the shopkeeper suddenly thrust forward, and his fierce penis instantly broke through the female warrior's last line of defense. "...Ugh..." Chen Xin'er's pitiful screams, like those of a small animal on its deathbed, echoed in the lewd atmosphere of the house. The excruciating pain contorted her beautiful face, and tears of despair streamed from her eyes. Just the day before she ventured into the martial world, her master had repeatedly warned her to be extremely careful, for a single mistake could lead to utter ruin. However, in the past three years, she had rarely encountered a worthy opponent, easily dispatching any lecherous men who dared to lay a hand on her. This had made her complacent. Who would have thought that today, she would inexplicably lose her chastity to a mere innkeeper with low martial arts skills? Even worse, she lacked the ability to commit suicide; it was truly a fate worse than death. Now, her only option was to endure the pain and find a chance to escape and seek revenge. The innkeeper, however, only cared about his violent thrusting, penetrating her deeply with each stroke, as if he harbored a deep grudge against her, showing absolutely no tenderness. The enormous penis churned and churned within Chen Xin'er's vagina, thrusting hundreds of times until his head throbbed. He then ejaculated, a gush of hot semen shooting deep into the heroine's womb. At the same time, Chen Xin'er could no longer hold on and fainted. The shopkeeper reluctantly withdrew his penis from Chen Xin'er's exquisite opening. His shrunken penis was covered in a glistening mixture of bright red and yellowish-white semen. A trickle of virgin blood, mixed with the filth of their intercourse, flowed down the heroine's snow-white thighs to her underpants at her ankles. Chen Xin'er's head hung limply, her wet, disheveled hair obscuring half her pretty face. Her torn samurai outfit was soaked with sweat and clung to her exquisite body. Her smooth, long legs hung limply, held only by ropes. Yellowish-white semen mixed with virgin blood flowed down the heroine's snow-white thighs to her underpants at her ankles. As the shop owner pulled up his pants, he beckoned to his men, "One by one, we'll see. Last time, that 'Flying Phoenix' suffered a hemorrhage because you guys slept with her too much. She even claimed to be a top martial arts master, and we had to spend money on medicine to keep her alive. Don't forget to clean up that bitch's things when we get back, don't leave any loose ends that anyone can find out." "Don't worry, boss, we'll take good care of this 'Flying Swallow of Mount Hua.' We won't repeat the same mistake." The men said, unbuckling their belts, revealing their erect penises, and surrounded Chen Xin'er. At the age of twenty-one, Chen Xin'er, known as the "Flying Swallow of Mount Hua," had vanished from the martial arts world after more than three years of renowned skill in Huashan swordsmanship and lightness techniques. The Huashan Sect's extensive search yielded no results. This was very similar to the disappearances of female disciples from other sects in recent years. Among them was Tao Yan'e, the "Flying Phoenix," the master of Phoenix Palace, a top-tier martial artist who, upon her debut, defeated the "Ten Ugly Men of Zhongtiao" and over ten renowned martial arts masters at the Jiangnan Martial Arts Conference. Just as she was about to challenge the Shaolin monk Tie Jian, she also suddenly disappeared—all cases unsolved, neither alive nor dead. The only common thread was that they were all young and beautiful, and all loved wearing boots. At dawn, Yang Gouzi opened his eyes, still clutching the clean leather boots in his arms. Looking at the rising sun outside the window, he thought: "Miss Chen should be up and waiting for me to bring her the boots." He tucked the boots into his coat and went upstairs to knock on the door, but after waiting for a long time, no one answered. A waiter who brought wash water came out from the next room and said that the female knight-errant had left early in the morning. Yang Gouzi was immediately bewildered. How could the female knight-errant, Chen, leave without even asking him for her boots back? Young Yang Gouzi's Memories—The Secret of the Tunnel Filled with doubt, Yang Gouzi went downstairs. If Chen Xin'er was joking with him, she wouldn't leave without even retrieving her boots. She seemed to really like those boots; besides, how could he go out barefoot? Moreover, Chen Xin'er's kind and lively smile convinced him that she wouldn't break her promise. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but touch the pair of leather boots in his coat, determined to find them back to their owner. After putting the boots back in his room, he started his workday again. But when he returned to his room to rest at noon, he discovered that the boots he had left on the table were gone. He asked several of the staff, but none of them saw anyone enter his room. He checked everything else and found nothing had been touched. The little bit of money he had hidden was still there. Why would a thief steal an old pair of leather boots? After finishing his workday, Yang Gouzi returned to his room and pondered. He had been at this inn for quite some time, but he always felt there was something strange about it. Chen Xin'er had stayed at the inn last night and left inexplicably this morning, and the boots he had left here had vanished in the blink of an eye. Could it be related to Chen Xin'er's disappearance? But the owner and the staff all seemed to be ordinary people who didn't know any martial arts. How could they possibly defeat the renowned "Flying Swallow of Mount Hua"? Yet they never allowed him to go out at night, as if they were hiding something from him. He couldn't resist getting out of bed and peeking out the door. All the inn's doors were tightly shut, and there wasn't a sound. Suddenly, a dark figure darted out from a side door and tiptoed towards the backyard. Suspicious, Yang Gouzi closed his door and secretly followed. The figure entered a thatched shed used for watching over a vegetable garden in the backyard, groped around for a while, pulled a ring, and revealed a hidden door. The figure glanced around, then ducked into the hole and closed the door behind him. Yang Gouzi witnessed all of this. A wave of unease washed over him. Should he follow the man inside? If there was danger, he might lose his life. Yet, the hidden door held a powerful allure; for someone so bored with his heavy labor, it would be an exciting experience. Finally, Yang Gouzi made up his mind to follow them inside. After all, he was a born adventurer. He took a deep breath, stepped into the thatched hut, felt the pull ring, and pulled it up. A cold draft blew out from behind the flap, sending a chill down his spine. There was a faint light shining from below. He walked down the stone steps and followed the light inside. The stone steps weren't long. After walking ten steps, a passage appeared in front of him. An oil lamp was lit beside the passage, emitting a sinister atmosphere. Yang Gouzi tiptoed inside. After walking about twenty feet, he found several iron gates on the side. A strange sound came from inside the iron gates, "Oh—oh—oh," like the call of a wild cat in heat at night. It made his heart flutter. He went closer and saw that the iron gates were closed tightly. There were no holes on the outside to look inside. He could only continue to walk inside. After walking another ten or so feet, a large hall, about twenty feet in circumference, came into view. Inside were various strangely shaped torture instruments and wooden stakes, and a stove was lit. The hall was lit by "breath-death lamps," which were much brighter than those in the passageway. On the right side of the hall, there was an iron door. He slowly walked to the door and put his ear to it to eavesdrop. Inside, three people seemed to be talking. One of them had a shrill voice, "I heard Boss Li has gotten his hands on some new slut. I wonder which sect she's from. I had to use a sleeping potion on my wife to get here overnight. Don't let me down!" Then a loud voice rang out, "That 'Flying Phoenix' from last time was really something! Not only was she beautiful, but her internal energy was even higher. The first time I fucked her, she almost crushed my manhood with her internal energy. Luckily, I was prepared. My 'Joyful Zen' has absorbed her internal energy more than ten times and still hasn't run out. Every time I fuck her, I get both money and sex. This time, Boss Li must have pulled out her hairpin again.""This slut is Chen Xin'er, the sixth disciple of the Huashan Sect's Dan Ding Zhenren, nicknamed 'Huashan Flying Swallow.' She's been in the martial world for three years and rarely encounters a worthy opponent. She's far inferior to 'Flying Phoenix.' Her face is only average-to-above-average, but her figure is top-notch, and her feet are beautiful. She's also incredibly fierce; she even bit one of our brothers' middle fingers, fracturing it. For this kind of ungrateful slut, we have to follow the rules and take her down. First, we'll deflower her, then let the brothers cum over her more than ten times, thoroughly crushing her arrogance before letting the two gentlemen enjoy themselves." Yang Gouzi was shocked. The voice belonged to Li, the innkeeper of the "Yuelai Inn." It sounded like the heroine Chen had fallen into their hands and been gang-raped. This blow was devastating for him. The innkeeper and his staff were his benefactors who had helped him escape his most difficult situation, and he was deeply grateful for their kindness. Chen Xin'er, on the other hand, was a female knight-errant who cared for him and wanted to nurture him to become a talent. In her heart, she revered him like a holy goddess. Now, this situation had arisen, leaving him completely at a loss. At this moment, footsteps came from the other side of the passage. Startled, he quickly looked around for a place to hide. He found a large vase, taller than a person, in the corner of the hall. There was a gap between the vase and the corner of the wall where he could hide. He quickly slipped into it, and unless someone got close and looked carefully, they wouldn't be able to find him. Just as he hid, several waiters came in. The one in the lead, named Liu San, was the head chef in the kitchen. He went to the door and knocked three times, saying, "Boss, everything is ready. We're just waiting for the two gentlemen to enjoy that bitch surnamed Hua." "Alright, drag all those whores out and let them meet their new companions." Liu San responded and left with his men. After a short while, a dozen or so waiters led in seven or eight women dressed in various colors. Each woman seemed to be a member of the martial arts world, but most of their outfits were torn in places, their trousers were wrinkled and grime-covered, and their crotches seemed to be covered in large clumps of dirt. They wore various kinds of boots, their hair was disheveled and their faces were obscured, and they walked with a swaying gait, as if they were weak and powerless. After being pushed and staggered into the hall by the waiters, they stood in a row with their heads down, silent. At this moment, two waiters entered from outside, supporting a woman. Yang Gouzi took a closer look and was so frightened that he almost cried out. Wasn't that "Flying Swallow of Mount Hua" Chen Xin'er? Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, her tight-fitting clothes and undergarments pulled down to her abdomen, revealing her fair and round breasts, covered in bruises and teeth marks. Her trousers had been stripped off, revealing her long, shapely legs and snow-white feet. Her vulva was a mess, blood and vaginal fluid mixed together and flowing down her legs. A red undergarment still clung to her right foot. The once valiant heroine was now limp, her mouth stuffed with a wad of cloth, easily lifted and handled by two ordinary men. This pitiful sight shocked Yang Gouzi. He couldn't believe that the omnipotent goddess in his eyes had fallen to such a state, like a beautiful apple that had been bitten hard. After the two waiters dragged her to the center of the hall, Liu San knocked on the door and said, "Gentlemen, the prostitutes have been brought." At that moment, the door opened, and three men walked out. One was none other than the innkeeper, Mr. Li. The other two were dressed in official robes. One was a lean man in his fifties with a goatee and a fierce expression. The other was a burly man in his forties with bulging temples and eyes like copper bells. He was tall and strong, with a ferocious expression. Both men, one scholar and one warrior, were staring at Chen Xin'er with lewd eyes. Shopkeeper Li respectfully stepped aside and said, "How would you two like to play? Which one would like to go first? Would you prefer 'Overlord Drawing the Bow' or 'Horse Riding Crotch'?" The military officer laughed, "It's always the same old tricks, so boring. Let's try something new this time. Old Li, give her the antidote, and get her dressed properly. I want to have a fair fight with her." Shopkeeper Li hesitated for a moment, "Lord Nie, this bitch's martial arts are not weak. If she recovers her strength, I'm afraid—" "What a joke! Do you look down on my martial arts, Nie Chenglong? If I weren't capable, would I be the general of this area? Don't worry, just do as I say, I will never harm you." The civil official next to him also laughed, "They never have the strength to resist when we fuck them. It's good to try something new this time. Old Nie hasn't fought anyone in a long time. Let him teach this little slut a lesson today." Seeing that Nie Chenglong was determined, Shopkeeper Li had no choice but to take out a bag from his pocket, pour out a pill, and then remove the wad of cloth from Chen Xin'er's mouth. As soon as the thing in Chen Xin'er's mouth was removed, saliva sprayed out, and she coughed incessantly. Looking down at the rag soaked in her saliva on the ground, she realized it was a man's underpants. Filled with shame and rage, she glared at the crowd and roared, "Who are you? You've humiliated me like this! I'll never let you get away with this!" Shopkeeper Li laughed, "What can you do to us, you slut? Look at those eight over there! Their reputations in the martial arts world are no less than yours, but here they're completely subdued by us men. Just because you know a little martial arts doesn't mean you can survive in this world. Two tits and one hole, you're no different from those sluts in a brothel. The moans you made when my brother was fucking you were really horny." Chen Xin'er, burning with rage, tried to stand up and kill this shameless beast, but a sharp pain shot through her legs, and she immediately went limp. Shopkeeper Li tossed a pill in front of her. "Want revenge? Take this. You'll quickly regain your strength, then we'll see what you're capable of."The old man was thin with a goatee and a fierce look on his face. The other was a burly man in his forties with bulging temples, eyes like copper bells, tall and strong, with a ferocious look on his face. Both of them, one scholar and one warrior, were looking at Chen Xin'er with lewd eyes. Shopkeeper Li respectfully stepped aside and said, "How would you two like to play? Which one would like to go first? Would you prefer 'Overlord Drawing the Bow' or 'Horse Riding Crotch'?" The military officer laughed, "It's always the same old tricks, so boring. Let's try something new this time. Old Li, give her the antidote, and get her dressed properly. I want to have a fair fight with her." Shopkeeper Li hesitated for a moment, "Lord Nie, this bitch's martial arts are not weak. If she recovers her strength, I'm afraid—" "What a joke! Do you look down on my martial arts, Nie Chenglong? If I weren't capable, would I be the general of this area? Don't worry, just do as I say, I will never harm you." The civil official next to him also laughed, "They never have the strength to resist when we fuck them. It's good to try something new this time. Old Nie hasn't fought anyone in a long time. Let him teach this little slut a lesson today." Seeing that Nie Chenglong was determined, Shopkeeper Li had no choice but to take out a bag from his pocket, pour out a pill, and then remove the wad of cloth from Chen Xin'er's mouth. As soon as the thing in Chen Xin'er's mouth was removed, saliva sprayed out, and she coughed incessantly. Looking down at the rag soaked in her saliva on the ground, she realized it was a man's underpants. Filled with shame and rage, she glared at the crowd and roared, "Who are you? You've humiliated me like this! I'll never let you get away with this!" Shopkeeper Li laughed, "What can you do to us, you slut? Look at those eight over there! Their reputations in the martial arts world are no less than yours, but here they're completely subdued by us men. Just because you know a little martial arts doesn't mean you can survive in this world. Two tits and one hole, you're no different from those sluts in a brothel. The moans you made when my brother was fucking you were really horny." Chen Xin'er, burning with rage, tried to stand up and kill this shameless beast, but a sharp pain shot through her legs, and she immediately went limp. Shopkeeper Li tossed a pill in front of her. "Want revenge? Take this. You'll quickly regain your strength, then we'll see what you're capable of."The old man was thin with a goatee and a fierce look on his face. The other was a burly man in his forties with bulging temples, eyes like copper bells, tall and strong, with a ferocious look on his face. Both of them, one scholar and one warrior, were looking at Chen Xin'er with lewd eyes. Shopkeeper Li respectfully stepped aside and said, "How would you two like to play? Which one would like to go first? Would you prefer 'Overlord Drawing the Bow' or 'Horse Riding Crotch'?" The military officer laughed, "It's always the same old tricks, so boring. Let's try something new this time. Old Li, give her the antidote, and get her dressed properly. I want to have a fair fight with her." Shopkeeper Li hesitated for a moment, "Lord Nie, this bitch's martial arts are not weak. If she recovers her strength, I'm afraid—" "What a joke! Do you look down on my martial arts, Nie Chenglong? If I weren't capable, would I be the general of this area? Don't worry, just do as I say, I will never harm you." The civil official next to him also laughed, "They never have the strength to resist when we fuck them. It's good to try something new this time. Old Nie hasn't fought anyone in a long time. Let him teach this little slut a lesson today." Seeing that Nie Chenglong was determined, Shopkeeper Li had no choice but to take out a bag from his pocket, pour out a pill, and then remove the wad of cloth from Chen Xin'er's mouth. As soon as the thing in Chen Xin'er's mouth was removed, saliva sprayed out, and she coughed incessantly. Looking down at the rag soaked in her saliva on the ground, she realized it was a man's underpants. Filled with shame and rage, she glared at the crowd and roared, "Who are you? You've humiliated me like this! I'll never let you get away with this!" Shopkeeper Li laughed, "What can you do to us, you slut? Look at those eight over there! Their reputations in the martial arts world are no less than yours, but here they're completely subdued by us men. Just because you know a little martial arts doesn't mean you can survive in this world. Two tits and one hole, you're no different from those sluts in a brothel. The moans you made when my brother was fucking you were really horny." Chen Xin'er, burning with rage, tried to stand up and kill this shameless beast, but a sharp pain shot through her legs, and she immediately went limp. Shopkeeper Li tossed a pill in front of her. "Want revenge? Take this. You'll quickly regain your strength, then we'll see what you're capable of."

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