The Deer and the Cauldron: Time and Space Tribulation

"Third Young Mistress! Third Young Mistress! Something terrible has happened!" A young maid rushed into the back room in a panic and knelt before Third Young Mistress Zhuang and Aunt Li. She was panting and waving her hands behind her, unable to utter a sound. Seeing this, Third Young Mistress Zhuang quickly helped her up, gently patting her back, and asked, "Xi'er, what happened?" Xi'er pressed her chest, shaking her head repeatedly, and stamped her feet, saying, "This servant just came back from... from the morning market... and saw a troop of Qing soldiers on the road... they looked like they were coming for us..."
Third Young Mistress Zhuang's face changed upon hearing this, and she instructed Xi'er to inform the others in the house. Following Aunt Li through the courtyard, they arrived at the front of the main house and found a troop of cavalry bearing Qing banners already arrayed not far away, with billowing dust surrounding the Zhuang family's main house. Two Manchu officials rode out from among the hundred or so infantrymen at the front of the battle line. They were none other than Ao Bai, the Manchu's greatest enemy and the one who had reported the Ming History case to the court! Seeing that the Qing soldiers had surrounded the house and there was no way to escape, Aunt Li, standing to the side, was terrified and cried out in a trembling voice, "Heavens... I... I don't want... to be... conscripted again..." The third young mistress of the Zhuang family was also panicked and at a loss. She forced herself to calm down and grasped Aunt Li's hand, saying, "No... don't be afraid. Master will definitely come to save us..." Screams erupted from behind; the people inside had received the news and were gathering at the door. Many women, seeing the Qing soldiers' imposing presence, fainted. Some even ran straight for the back door, trying to escape. Only the braver Cheng Erniang insisted on fighting the Qing soldiers to the death. "I'd rather die than be a slave to these Manchu dogs again!" she declared resolutely. Xiao Shuang'er stood tremblingly in front of the women and said resolutely, "Third Young Mistress, you all run away quickly, let Shuang'er hold them off for you."
"Too late!" sighed the elder Madam Yu. "They've surrounded the house like an iron barrel. Although we've learned martial arts, we're still outnumbered. In the chaos, there's no guarantee we won't suffer casualties. Besides, Shuang'er and the others are still young. How can they possibly defeat these Manchu dogs? We'd better play it by ear." Madam Zhuang nodded, pressing Cheng Erniang's hand, and said, "Madam Yu is right. We shouldn't make pointless sacrifices." Just then, Ao Bai reined in his horse, laughed loudly, and shouted, "Madam Zhuang, how have you been? I've been looking for you for ages!" Cheng Erniang, tears streaming down her face, pointed at Ao Bai and cursed, "Traitorous minister, you've come at the perfect time! I'm just about to avenge my late husband!" Ignoring the other women's advice, she broke free from Zhuang Sanniang's hand and charged towards Ao Bai's mount alone. Ao Bai gestured, ordering his men to retreat. He then abruptly dismounted and charged towards Cheng Erniang from mid-air with unstoppable force. Although Cheng Erniang had practiced superior martial arts for years, she was no match for the Manchu's foremost warrior. She managed to withstand three blows, but on the fourth, Ao Bai struck her pressure points, rendering her instantly immobile. Taking advantage of the situation, Ao Bai groped her, lewdly saying, "You filthy woman, are you convinced now?" He then threw her to the ground, ordering his soldiers to dispose of her. With another wave of his right hand, he commanded his personal guards to seize all the widows. Seeing Ao Bai's ferocity, the women had no choice but to surrender. The guards, carrying Zhuang Sanniang and the others, entered the house and joined the soldiers who had been guarding the back door and capturing the fleeing women. Ao Bai sat swaggering in the hall, appraising the women. He stroked his beard and nodded at those he liked, and insulted those he disliked. Most of the women in the room seemed to suit his taste. Suddenly seeing her husband's killer, Madam Zhuang was overcome with grief and rage, and couldn't help but shout, "Ao Bai, Wu Zhirong, you dare to come here? My uncle and my late husband, even in the afterlife, will not let you escape unscathed!" Ao Bai chuckled, abruptly stood up, walked to Madam Zhuang, and touched her cheek with his large, fan-like hand, saying, "Fine, let's go see the memorial tablets of those rebels and see what they can do to me!" A clever guard had already informed them of the location. Ao Bai ordered him to lead everyone to the mourning hall inside the house. It was high in the sky, but the ancestral hall was located in a secluded corner of the house. The dimly lit room was filled with flickering candlelight and ghostly shadows, making the soldiers feel a chilling atmosphere. Ao Bai, utterly unafraid, glanced around and smiled, saying, "What's wrong? I, Ao Bai, am here. If you want my life, come at me!" Seeing her husband suffer even after death, Zhuang San Niang was heartbroken and burst into tears. "Oh dear, Madam Zhuang, don't be sad!" Ao Bai dragged over a stool, brazenly sat in the center of the mourning hall, and forcefully pushed Zhuang San Niang down onto his lap. He reached out and wantonly scratched her lower back, making her nearly faint with anger, crying her heart out. Ao Bai, enjoying himself, noticed his soldiers standing timidly to the side and frowned, saying, "What are you all doing standing there? Don't you like the women?" The soldiers exchanged bewildered glances. Wu Zhirong glanced at the altar, bowed slightly, and said in a trembling voice, "Lord Ao... Lord Ao... doing that in this place... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..." Ao Bai snorted and cursed, "Useless fellow! I've killed countless people in my life, why would I fear a mere altar? Come, we've captured these rebels, and you'll have a share of the credit. I'll reward you alone." He pointed his halberd at the soldier holding Shuang'er and shouted, "You, take that girl over to Prefect Wu!" The soldier obeyed and pushed Shuang'er in front of Wu Zhirong. The traitor's eyes lit up. He saw that the little maid was very beautiful and lovely, with a pitiful appearance. Although she was young, she was a beauty in the making. His heart stirred, and he no longer cared where he was. With trembling hands, he slowly unbuttoned Shuang'er's clothes. Shuang'er was nearing the stage of first love, and now, being undressed in front of a grown man, her pretty face was filled with shyness. Seeing Shuang'er being humiliated, Zhuang San Niang cried out, "She...she's just an eleven-year-old child! You...you mustn't bully her..." Ao Bai, hearing this, chuckled in her ear, "Madam Zhuang, what's the rush? Isn't this your turn?" He then placed his hand on Zhuang San Niang's rather large breasts. Fearing that Ao Bai might order Shuang'er's death in a fit of anger, Zhuang San Niang dared not resist, enduring the groping of her body in silence. After removing Shuang'er's upper garment, Wu Zhirong then unbuttoned half of the buttons on her undergarment, exposing her breasts. The traitor took a deep breath, noticing Shuang'er's two cherry-like nipples slightly protruding from her smooth, mirror-like breasts. Her tender breasts slid smoothly under his rough, calloused hands, and his penis hardened as if about to burst from his pants. It turned out that Wu Zhirong's favorite type of girl was young. Years ago, when he was the magistrate of Huzhou, his specialties, besides embezzlement and extortion, included raping villagers to satisfy his lust. However, the local girls were mostly thin, withered branches, small but to his liking, yet none possessed half of Shuang'er's charm. Her maidservant attire, with her hair in twin buns, only fueled Wu Zhirong's desire; he longed to immediately pin her down and brutally violate this little girl's pretty face with his penis. Now, seeing Wu Zhirong grinning lewdly, his hands roaming over Shuang'er's large, wine-cup-sized breasts, causing the little maidservant to sob softly. Unable to bear the sight any longer, Madam Zhuang lowered her head and wept, crying, "You...you've gone too far..." Ao Bai laughed loudly, groping Madam Zhuang's breasts repeatedly, then lifting her chin to examine her closely. He whispered in her ear, "Tsk tsk, I really misjudged you. Years ago, I sent you to the frontier to be a comfort woman, and now I've found a beautiful woman. It's a pity you're a pretty widow. Oh well, I'll just have to make do." With that, he forcefully stripped off her plain clothes. Madam Zhuang started to make a scene, desperately clutching her clothes, but a frail woman was no match for the strongest warrior in Manchuria. In a matter of moments, her plain clothes were torn to shreds. The Qing soldiers watching the spectacle were all seasoned veterans of raping women. Seeing Madam Zhuang's disheveled state excited them more than encountering a completely naked woman. Some lustful soldiers couldn't resist, snatching the women they were holding hostage and kissing and groping them. A chorus of cries and wails erupted in the ancestral hall. Ao Bai laughed loudly, shouting, "Don't you want this anymore?" Suddenly, he grabbed Madam Zhuang's slender waist and, taking advantage of her downward thrusting motion, plunged his penis into her flower with a "whoosh, whoosh." Madam Zhuang, overwhelmed by his fierce assault, let out a soft "ooh," and was instantly breathless with pleasure. It took her a long time to exhale a long sigh. "Ah... big... big cock brother, you're so bad, you actually... you actually raped your sister in front of your father-in-law and husband's memorial tablets..." Ao Bai channeled his inner energy, relentlessly pounding into Madam Zhuang's cunt, causing his thick penis to continuously flow with lustful fluids. He continued, "My dear little slut, don't you like it when your brother rapes you in front of them?" The young mistress of Zhuang San gritted her teeth, her pretty face overflowing with lust. She glanced seductively at the memorial tablets of her husband's family and gasped, "No...no...but...what if they come to take my life in the middle of the night?" Ao Bai chuckled lewdly and reached out to touch Zhuang San Niang's face, letting the wanton widow suck on each of his fingers. He replied, "Don't be afraid. Aren't ghosts afraid of strong yang energy? Let your brother shoot some more yang essence on your face and breasts, and they definitely won't dare touch you." Hearing Ao Bai say he wanted to shoot his essence on her face, Zhuang San Shao Nai felt both disgusted and ashamed, yet also somewhat eager to try: "Disgusting...so disgusting! I don't want you to shoot on my face!" "Ah...since you won't let me shoot on you, then I'll just shoot inside your vagina." "You...you're getting any bad ideas," Zhuang San Niang knew her sworn enemy was about to ejaculate inside her private parts, and while she couldn't help but feel secretly delighted, she still pretended to be extremely... Looking unwilling, she said, "Who said I wanted you to ejaculate!" Ao Bai stroked Zhuang San Niang's belly with one hand and said, "Hmph, your husband was killed by me long ago, who else will carry on your family line? Besides, all the widows in the house have been raped by my men, and they'll be having babies soon. Even Xiao Shuang'er will be holding a baby! If you don't give me a little bastard, won't I be outdone by them? Come on, spread your legs a little wider, let your husband see how you've been fucked." After saying that, he grabbed Zhuang San Niang's legs, lifted them high, and thrust his penis into her...Her vulva was exposed before the altar. Zhuang San Niang was being fucked like a whore before her deceased husband's memorial tablet. A surge of wicked thoughts arose in her mind, and waves of guilt made her fantasize that her tragically deceased husband was present. She let out lewd moans and murmured to Zhuang San Ye's memorial tablet: "Ugh... Husband... I was raped by your great enemy... Yes... I'm sorry... I let him rape me... But, he's so big! Much bigger than yours... Ah... Look, he's inside my flower... Ah... It's so beautiful... I can't... I can't take it..." Ao Bai was aroused by Zhuang San Niang's lewd words, thrusting his penis in and out, making her bounce up and down in his arms: "Little slut, it seems you enjoy fucking in front of your husband! What a shameless whore!" Zhuang San Niang twirled Ao Bai's beard with her fingers, speaking in a coquettish voice. "Ugh...you treacherous minister! If you hadn't killed him, I wouldn't have had this good fortune." "Hehe...then go ahead and cum in front of him!" The young mistress of the Zhuang family suddenly grabbed Ao Bai's neck and cried out in a seductive voice, "Ah...I really want to cum in front of you, my husband...he...he said he wanted to shoot inside me...he said he wanted to make me give birth to a baby...ah~~it's so deep...so beautiful...ah~~I love your big cock from beyond the Great Wall...quick, quick, shoot your Manchu stinky semen...into my Han womb...ah~~husband...I can't take it anymore...I'm going to...I'm going to lose it...I'm going to lose it to our great enemy..." Her eyes rolled back, her body was like a fully drawn bow, and she let out a long scream, finally cumming her unfaithful fluids on the magnificent penis of her husband's killer. Ao Bai never expected Zhuang San Niang to utter such shameless words. He felt an inexplicable excitement, a wave of dizziness washing over him. The scalding heat of her vaginal fluids on his glans, coupled with an unbearable itching sensation down his spine, caused him to instantly lose control, his semen spraying into Zhuang San Niang's uterus like an arrow on a bowstring. Just as this group of adulterers were frantically engaging in intercourse, a person standing in a dark corner was about to activate a hidden mechanism. But as the saying goes, "the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind," a hard object was already pressed against her back, leaving even her, with her considerable martial arts skills, helpless. She felt the person holding the knife whisper in her ear, "Master He, take off your thing, or you'll have one or two more iron things on you."
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The "Master He" mentioned by that person refers to He Tishou, the current leader of the Five Poisons Sect, who is also the person being held hostage. A month ago, on a deserted island overseas, she received news from a mysterious person that the group of women she had rescued years ago and exiled to the army had been rediscovered by her enemy, Wu Zhirong, who had secretly reported to Ao Bai. The location of the Zhuang family mansion was little known. He Tishou carefully questioned the person about the Zhuang family and, knowing that what he said was true, hurriedly bid farewell to her master, Yuan Chengzhi, and rushed back to the Central Plains overnight. She arrived at the Zhuang family mansion just in time to find that Qing soldiers had already gathered there. She was far more familiar with the terrain than the Qing soldiers, and with her martial arts skills and wit, it would not be difficult for her to sneak into the mansion unnoticed. Although she carefully made her way into the house, when she witnessed the rape of the Zhuang family members, she was deeply shocked. Coupled with the exhaustion from days of travel, she was careless and fell into Ao Bai's trap. With her back to the door, He Tishou had no choice but to release the "hidden weapon" mechanism. She slowly wrapped her hands behind her waist and said coquettishly, "You'd better tie me up first! The hidden weapon is hidden in my clothes, I can't take off my clothes in front of you!" Her voice was sweeter than honey, melodious and enchanting, every word full of charm, as if to lure the enemy into reaching into her clothes to disarm her hidden weapon device, so that he would unintentionally release the poison from her body. But the man was unmoved, he just chuckled and said, "You little vixen, after all these years, you still have this trick up your sleeve! Leader He, you have quite a few Five Immortals Sect treasures hidden on you, even I don't know exactly how many, it would be best if you took off your clothes yourself." He then lightly poked her back with a dagger and urged, "Don't delay any longer, go in quickly!" Seeing that her plan had failed, He Tishou had no choice but to obediently walk into the mourning hall, still thinking of a way to escape. As the leader of a cult, she was already used to such group sex scenes, but at this moment, He Tishou still felt disgusted and contemptuous of the Qing soldiers' bestiality. After being ejaculated on by Ao Bai, the third young mistress of the Zhuang family lay on the ground, entwined with her husband's killer, both panting heavily. Suddenly, she saw her master, He Tishou, arrive, and was so frightened that she cried out, "Master... Master!" Remembering that she was naked, she felt unbearably ashamed. She looked down and saw that a trickle of saliva was constantly flowing from the small gap between her labia and his penis. Her whole body felt as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and she felt that she had no face to see her master again. Ao Bai had expected He Tishou to walk into his trap and smiled nonchalantly at the person behind her. How could He Tishou not know that the widows were suffering from this strange ordeal and unable to stop themselves? Seeing the Third Young Mistress of the Zhuang family in such a panicked state, she sighed deeply and comforted her, "Third Sister, it's not your fault. It's just that Master arrived a step too late!" Seeing that her master didn't blame her, the Third Young Mistress of the Zhuang family, filled with grievances and unable to vent them, began to weep silently. He Tishou's anger surged, and when she turned around and clearly saw the person's true face, her mind suddenly went blank, her knees buckled, and she almost fell to the ground. She couldn't close her gaping mouth for a moment, murmuring, "It's...it's you? Aren't you...already dead?" But the person had white hair and a silver beard, a ruddy complexion, and his hair was styled in a bun; he was dressed like a Taoist priest, holding a sword that exuded a chilling aura. Who else could it be but Yu Zhenzi of the Iron Sword Sect? He had been bitten by a golden snake many years ago and died from the poison; He Tishou had witnessed it with her own eyes. Yu Zhenzi had once had a thrilling death battle with this leader of the Five Poisons Sect; He Tishou was certain she hadn't misjudged him. How could someone who was clearly dead be brought back to life? Could it be that Taoism truly possesses the art of resurrection? Yu Zhenzi coldly replied, "Thanks to your master, I was fortunate enough to meet my benefactor and master this unparalleled skill. You haven't forgotten the person who informed you, have you? That's right, he is my benefactor; he pulled me back from the brink of death!" Hearing this, He Tishou inwardly cursed himself for being so foolish and arrogant, to have so easily believed a stranger. In truth, she was far overseas, constantly worrying about the Zhuang family, always feeling that if they remained in the Central Plains, they would one day be captured by the Qing court. Therefore, upon receiving news that Wu Zhirong had found the Zhuang family mansion, she rushed back without hesitation. She was confident that her martial arts, both righteous and evil, were unparalleled in the world, and that rescuing Zhuang San Niang and the others from the clutches of the imperial court should not be difficult. However, she never expected that such a master would be waiting for her here. At this moment, she was glad that she hadn't asked her master and mistress for help, because she knew that even if the entire Huashan Sect mobilized, they might not be able to defeat Yu Zhenzi and that mysterious person behind the scenes. Yu Zhenzi looked He Tishou up and down and saw that her charm hadn't diminished. Although more than ten years had passed, she was still more youthful than the Third Young Mistress of Zhuang. He remembered that if Yuan Chengzhi hadn't interfered that day, he would have already taken her and two or three other pretty girls into his possession. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where's your master? Hand them over obediently. After I avenge that slap, I'll... hehe! And maybe get intimate with your master's wife." Hearing Yu Zhenzi's disrespectful words towards his master's wife, He Tishou spat and retorted, "Your benefactor is all-powerful, why don't you ask him?" Yu Zhenzi snorted and said, "You ungrateful woman, I'll show you how powerful I am." With a flick of his wrist, his sword moved like the wind, silently and effortlessly slicing off the iron hook from her hand. Even He Tishou couldn't catch it in time. "Since you're unwilling to reveal your master's whereabouts, you'll have to take the lead for your master's wife and let me have my fun first. Come on, quickly undress me!" He Tishou's heart skipped a beat. He glanced down and saw that her sleeves and iron hooks were severed at the wrist, without harming her in the slightest. He knew that even if she had hit him with the "Hidden Sand Shot," he would have been pierced through the chest by a sharp sword just the same. But then he had another plan in mind. He saw her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed, her beautiful eyes like silk. She bit her lower lip and glanced at Yu Zhenzi sideways, saying in a coquettish voice, "It's not fair! The fox spirit has lost her tail, what am I supposed to use to bewitch your soul?" With that, she used her left hand to take off her jacket, removed the "Hidden Sand Shot" device tied to her chest, and then slowly untied her undergarments, revealing her snow-white breasts little by little to Yu Zhenzi's eyes. She skillfully plucked a fingernail-sized amount of powder from her clothes, then put her finger in her mouth, smeared the powder on her tongue, and deliberately moved her finger between her lips, hoping to arouse Yu Zhenzi's fantasies of oral sex. This powder was actually a potent aphrodisiac; if applied to the genitals, men would die from exhaustion, and women would collapse from exhaustion. Even those immune to all poisons would be susceptible. He Tishou had placed the powder on her tongue; as long as she didn't swallow it, it wouldn't cause harm. She knew that ordinary poisons would alert Yu Zhenzi and Ao Bai, but exhaustion was a natural consequence of ejaculation and wouldn't attract the attention of the Qing soldiers. Sure enough, Yu Zhenzi, aroused by He Tishou's teasing, immediately became aroused. His mind was filled with images of her sucking his penis; he was so eager that he didn't even have time to look at her breasts. He placed one hand on her shoulder, pressed down, and forced He Tishou to kneel on the ground. Seeing that her scheme had succeeded, He Tishou chuckled inwardly. Following Yu Zhenzi's lead, she knelt down, gently stroking the large bulge on his trousers, and spat out in a coquettish voice, "Pah! How vulgar! You want a girl to suck your cock? It's disgusting!" She quickly pulled down Yu Zhenzi's trousers, grasping his penis and stroking it up and down, feigning a mixture of shyness and pleasure, exclaiming, "Oh my… I didn't realize your dirty thing was so big! So hard… you must be thinking about some very improper things! Hmm… I wonder if my mouth can hold such a big club." Yu Zhenzi was aroused, his blood boiling. Looking at the cleavage revealed by her half-undone undergarment, he was even more excited than seeing her entire breast. He had originally wanted He Tishou to simply give him oral sex, but now he longed to experience the sensation of his penis between her breasts. He bent down and unbuttoned two buttons on her undergarment, allowing He Tishou's full breasts to proudly stand erect on her chest. He Tishou had already guessed Yu Zhenzi's intentions. Abandoning his penis, he used his left hand and right wrist to support her breasts, cooing like a prostitute, "What's wrong? Want to ravage your cleavage, sister?" Yu Zhenzi, panting heavily, stepped forward and slid her penis into He Tishou's cleavage. His large penis stood erect between her snow-white breasts, the glans just touching her chin. He Tishou suddenly lowered his head and, without any hesitation, began licking the soft cotton cap in a frenzied, windmill-like motion, all the while lewdly staring into Yu Zhenzi's eyes. The aphrodisiac was incredibly potent; Yu Zhenzi felt waves of tingling and itching spreading from the glans to every part of her penis. She hurriedly thrust her hips forward to penetrate He Tishou's cleavage. He Tishou clamped his penis tightly between her breasts, spitting some saliva onto her cleavage; the tightness was no less intense than that of a vagina. "So...mmm...so fresh...mmm...the taste..." When Yu Zhenzi's penis was near her mouth, He Tishou would either lick the glans with her cherry lips or give it a long, deep lick, causing the scoundrel from the Iron Sword Sect to growl incessantly, thin semen dripping from his urethra. "Slut...slut...greedy whore...cock-loving bitch..." Yu Zhenzi cursed He Tishou, who was performing a breastjob on her. He Tishou turned her head away, a thick layer of saliva clinging to her lips, letting Yu Zhenzi's penis rub against her cheek. She pouted and said sweetly, "I just like eating what men throw out! If it weren't for my sister playing the flute for the local natives on this deserted island every day, getting some fresh...""The juice is on my face, making my skin soft and tender. How can you stinky men's dicks get hard like that? Tell me, isn't it cute when your sister's face is covered in your semen?" Before Yu Zhenzi could answer, Ao Bai had already been captivated by this erotic drama, his penis hard and ready to ejaculate. He left the stunned Zhuang San Shao Nai behind, straightened up, and looked around. He found a beautiful woman with pretty features and large breasts in the crowd, snatched her from his guards, dragged her to the side of the altar, and pressed her down to the ground, placing his penis on her breasts. The beautiful woman, new to the ways of love, couldn't guess Ao Bai's intentions, and simply put the rod in her mouth and sucked it wildly. Ao Bai, unperturbed, gently stroked the beautiful woman's hair and asked, "Beauty, which rebel's pretty widow are you?" The woman reluctantly withdrew her penis, holding the saliva-covered shaft in her hands, and sweetly replied, "My late husband's surname was Mao, his humble name was Yuanxi. You can call me Suzhen!" She spoke of her deceased husband, yet her mouth again held the genitals of her husband's killer. Ao Bai found Mao Yuanxi's memorial tablet among the pile of ancestral tablets and laughed loudly, "As her name suggests, she was indeed a virtuous woman, pure and true, steadfast and unwavering! Good sister, show me how you masturbate with this!" He then handed her the tablet. Mao Suzhen blushed deeply, filled with guilt, yet she couldn't resist inserting it between her legs, letting the edge slide between her labia, allowing the semen of the Qing soldiers, ejaculated into her unfaithful vagina, to drip onto her deceased husband's memorial tablet. Ao Bai used Mao Suzhen's large, gourd-sized breasts to clamp his penis, and as she began to moan, he began to thrust and violate her cleavage. Seeing her husband's killer so fondling her breasts, Mao Suzhen, filled with shame and lust, increased the pace of her masturbation, splashing her fluids onto the ground and the memorial tablet. The group of soldiers, their prey taken from them, seeing Ao Bai abandon the most beautiful Zhuang San Shao Nai, immediately swarmed forward, assaulting her. Zhuang San Niang, seeing her master so attentive to her enemy's henchmen, was initially suspicious, but without Ao Bai's masculine presence, she felt utterly lonely, longing for her empty vagina to be filled by another thick, strong penis. At this moment, as the Qing soldiers penetrated her, she not only did not resist, but actively manipulated and sucked their large penises, welcoming the penises that entered from behind, like a promiscuous prostitute, indiscriminately pleasing her clients. Driven by the aphrodisiac, Yu Zhenzi's stored semen was overflowing. He felt a slight pain in his scrotum, and felt an urge to ejaculate. Seeing He Tishou feigning resentment and thirst, Yu Zhenzi saw stars before his eyes and could no longer maintain his domineering dignity. He hissed, "Shoot...shoot you, you vixen...ah...I can't take it anymore..." Before he finished speaking, a stream of hot semen shot out from his penis. He Tishou smelled a strange fragrance rushing into his nose, sensing something was wrong. Just as he was about to turn his head to avoid the column of semen, Yu Zhenzi grabbed a handful of his hair. Then, a slight numbness ran through his "Dicang" acupoint at the corner of his mouth, his jaw went weak, and he involuntarily opened his mouth wide. In a panic, He Tishou tried to stand up, but Yu Zhenzi pressed down on his shoulders, as if a mountain was pressing down on him. His legs felt like they were filled with vinegar, and he couldn't stand up no matter what. Yu Zhenzi chuckled maliciously, first ejaculating his semen onto He Tishou's cheeks, then shoving his penis into her mouth, forcing his semen into her stomach so she couldn't spit it out. He Tishou's flushed face was covered in thick semen, the filthy fluid mixing with her gradually welling tears. It turned out that the fragrance He Tishou had smelled earlier was the unique scent of an aphrodisiac; Yu Zhenzi had likely used his immense internal energy to infuse the drug into her semen, demonstrating an astonishing level of cultivation. Yu Zhenzi sneered and said, "You wretched woman, you underestimate me! A mere aphrodisiac is nothing! Listen to me: I have mastered the unparalleled profound skill passed down by my benefactor. Its nature can balance Yin and Yang, allowing true energy to circulate endlessly and desires to be controlled at will. As long as there is a slight imbalance in the body, it will naturally compensate for the deficiency. The moment I felt my lower body abnormally swell up, I knew you wanted to use such despicable methods to subdue me. I was happy to play along and let you taste the feeling of being consumed by lust!" Poor He Tishou was forced to eat his own medicine and swallowed the lustful liquid mixed with aphrodisiac. Knowing that he would soon become a tool for the Qing soldiers to relieve their lust, he felt all his will vanish. Under Yu Zhenzi's manipulation, he knelt down and let him humiliatingly whip his foul-smelling penis on his face. As a cult leader and a Miao woman, she lacked the etiquette and shame valued by Han women, but still retained her innate female pride. At this moment, a heat rose in her chest, and an itchy tingling sensation between her legs made her want to scratch. Realizing that the aphrodisiac had taken effect, she steeled herself and cried out, "Wait! I...I have a request." Yu Zhenzi rolled her eyes and mischievously placed her penis on He Tishou's mouth and rubbed it, forcing her to swallow the remaining semen on the penis while she spoke. She asked impatiently, "What is it?" He Tishou closed her eyes tightly and slowly said, "Please...please allow me...to drug...Shuang'er, Xi'er, and the others..." It turned out that He Tishou had been so focused on dealing with Yu Zhenzi that she hadn't been able to ignore the screams of Shuang'er and the other maids, and had been feeling heartbroken. Having suffered a crushing defeat and knowing she herself was in grave danger, she repeatedly considered her options. Rather than watch those poor little girls suffer, she decided it was better to alleviate their pain, and this was the only recourse. Long before He Tishou was captured, Wu Zhirong and his pedophiles had been wantonly abusing Shuang'er and other young girls. The notorious traitor, in particular, was so delighted he had even forgotten his own name. Recalling his days as a county magistrate, bullying the villagers, and remembering the wealthy young ladies' mischievous yet adorable antics, he often felt a burning jealousy. Finding such a beautiful and charming girl in this place was a stroke of luck Wu Zhirong never dreamed he'd have. However, a mere maidservant lacked the noble air of a princess, making her somewhat lacking in the profane stimulation of his desires, a slight imperfection. But Shuang'er was a rare beauty, delicate as a spring flower, shy as a budding blossom, naturally pure and gentle, obedient to Wu Zhirong like a lamb—a quality lacking in spoiled young ladies. "Take this thing, use it to spice things up for your uncle," Wu Zhirong said coldly. At that moment, Wu Zhirong had already ejaculated on Shuang'er's face once, and while his penis was still not fully recovered, he held her petite body in his arms and played with it. He placed the slippery, soft whip into Shuang'er's small hand, letting her cold, soft palm envelop his penis. While enjoying Shuang'er's clumsy yet cautious masturbation techniques, Wu Zhirong also played the "Eighteen Touches" with the little girl; touching her slender neck, feeling her throbbing pulse; touching her delicate breasts, teasing those two fragile pink lotuses; touching her slender waist, knowing what graceful and alluring she would become when she grew up; between her smooth and tender crotch, violating her still immature little...He touched Shuang'er thoroughly from head to toe, and his penis quickly became hard again. Just as Wu Zhirong was about to thoroughly ravage her, he suddenly saw Shuang'er solemnly bow her head, her eyes tightly closed, and hot tears streaming down her face. He gently patted her belly and laughed, "Little meat darling, what's there to cry about? Come on, open your eyes and see how much you've amused me!" Shuang'er hesitated for a moment, then cautiously opened her eyes and glanced at the penis in her hand, which was swollen with bulging veins. The soft, mushroom-shaped flesh at the tip was reddish-purple. She remembered that it was the filthy, salty thing that had just been forced into her mouth, and she couldn't help but feel nauseous. She immediately closed her eyes again. Seeing Shuang'er so innocent and shy, Wu Zhirong loved her even more. He suddenly pushed her down, made her kneel on the ground, and put his head between her thighs, sticking out his tongue to lick the cute little crevice. Shuang'er cried out, trying to break free from Wu Zhirong, but he held her legs tightly, preventing her from kicking. "Don't be afraid! Good girl, don't move. You just tasted Uncle's stick, and Uncle almost went crazy sucking your honey-sweet little mouth. Now Uncle will lick your little meat bun, and I guarantee it will make you feel amazing!" Wu Zhirong comforted her gently, pressing his lips to Shuang'er's tender vulva, using his lewd lips and tongue to caress it. Shuang'er had grown up in the countryside, and had rarely been touched by strange men, let alone seen them with her own eyes. Now, her most sacred place was being touched and licked by a lecherous man. The shame she suffered was bad enough, but what made her even more guilty was that she found herself gradually loving that sweet feeling, especially when his tongue touched the little hole used for urination and aligned with a certain spot, her whole body suddenly felt weak and powerless. Her vulva, aroused, instinctively released protective lubrication, which flowed onto Wu Zhirong's lips, making him suck on it with a soft "slurping" sound. "Mmm... such fragrant nectar," Wu Zhirong murmured between Shuang'er's legs, "You must be enjoying it immensely." Shuang'er was both ashamed and frightened, and hurriedly denied it, "No... no..." "Hehe... you've already spread your legs, and you're still lying and denying it, so cute..." Hearing this, Shuang'er realized with a start that she was indeed, as Wu Zhirong had said, sticking her little buttocks back and quietly humming a joyful tune. She quickly bit her lower lip, desperately trying to cover up the moans that kept coming from her throat. However, this sudden awakening of desire came from the bottom of her heart. Even a highly accomplished monk cannot escape the karmic entanglement, let alone a reserved girl waiting to be unleashed? The more she endured, the more shrill her cries became, the melodious and clear moans emanating from her tender, childlike voice, enough to melt Wu Zhirong's bones. "Hehe, Uncle has fucked plenty of bitches your size, and you're the first one who knows how to go into heat. You're such a bunch of sluts." Wu Zhirong cursed, then stood up, placed his hand on her shoulder, and rubbed his hard penis against Shuang'er's vulva. Shuang'er was oblivious to the impending doom, only feeling the sensation of Wu Zhirong's penis touching her clitoris, which she found quite pleasurable. Suddenly, the large hand on her shoulder tightened, followed by—"Waaaaah!" Something like a branding iron was thrust into Shuang'er's vagina, the intense pain and tearing sensation shooting straight to her brain. Her eyes snapped open, and a sharp scream burst from her mouth. She cried out again and again, her voice hoarse, her breath ragged, her mouth still wide open, convulsing under the intense pain, yet she couldn't faint. Wu Zhirong, having deflowered Shuang'er in an instant, showed no mercy, gripping her writhing body tightly, thrusting his blood-stained penis in another half inch. Shuang'er's narrow vagina was not yet mature, completely unsuitable for a large man's sexual gratification, but Wu Zhirong relished the guilt of destroying a budding flower; the more pitifully she cried, the more vigorously he fucked her. Fortunately, Shuang'er's vagina was already slippery from her vaginal fluids, otherwise she would have been in excruciating pain. It was also thanks to Shuang'er's vaginal fluids that the traitor's penis was soon fully inserted, the glans pressed tightly against her cervix. Seeing Shuang'er crawling on the ground with her hands, Wu Zhirong simply sat down and held her in his arms. This made it easier to fondle her flat little breasts and saved him the pain of kneeling. "Ouch...it hurts...stop...hands!" Shuang'er's petite body was being manipulated by Wu Zhirong, who repeatedly thrust his hardness into her tender flower core like an iron spear, causing her to struggle and flail her arms wildly. She was either screaming and crying out or her teeth were aching, and her distorted little face turned purple. Wu Zhirong ignored her pleas, only enjoying the sensation of her wet, hot vagina spasming and sucking against his penis. He was so pleased that his eyes rolled back, and he exclaimed, "Mmm...so...so tight and tender...Uncle's...penis...I'll...break it off for you..." Some Qing soldiers resting nearby, seeing Wu Zhirong so enthusiastically raping Shuang'er, though they disdained to join the traitor in degrading a young girl, couldn't resist the primal temptation. They all felt their penises erect and their hearts leaped with desire. One of the soldiers walked to Shuang'er's side, grabbed her hair and pulled it back, admiring her beautiful, flawless face in the candlelight as it was rubbed by her filthy vulva. "This girl has no flesh on her body, what's the point? But... her oval face is quite cute, perfect as a target for ejaculation." The soldier said, smearing his scrotum on Shuang'er's mouth. Seeing that Shuang'er stubbornly kept her mouth shut, he got angry, pointed at her nipple and twisted it hard, shouting: "You damn slut, open your bird mouth and lick my balls, or I'll cut off your nose!" Shuang'er couldn't bear the pain and opened her mouth to cry out, but her mouth was immediately blocked by his scrotum, so she had no choice but to obediently lick the sour and smelly place with her tongue. Before long, several more soldiers arrived. The first to arrive thrust their two wet, hard, thick penises into Shuang'er's small hands, ravaging her soft palms. The rest crowded to the side, taking turns forcing their penises into her mouth or slapping her face, masturbating her pretty face. The poor girl, only ten years old, had indeed become the target of these bestial madmen's ejaculation, just as the Qing soldier had said. She was sprayed directly by the penises on her hands and face, the thick, sticky semen dripping all over her pretty features. The continuous "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" sounds were the obscene sounds of Shuang'er's semen-covered hands stroking the slippery penises, which were more disgusting to her than the soldiers' lewd laughter. But what saddened Shuang'er the most was knowing that they mostly enjoyed themselves in her mouth and hands before they had the interest to ejaculate. Thinking of this, the taste of sweat and semen on her tongue immediately surged into her mind, a wave of nausea washed over her, and she vomited up all the yellow fluid in her stomach, coughing uncontrollably. Wu Zhirong had been raping Shuang'er from behind, and seeing the Qing soldiers ejaculating on her face and chest, his reason was gradually overwhelmed by intense lust. He also saw that Shuang'er's nostrils were blocked by semen, forcing her to breathe through her mouth, allowing the Qing soldiers to ejaculate in her mouth. His mind went blank, and he could no longer bear it. He suddenly thrust into Shuang'er's vagina dozens of times until a tingling numbness spread from his spine to his penis, then he stopped the piston-like motion, ejaculating wildly into her virgin vagina, filling her tender uterus. As for Yu Zhenzi, after hearing He Tishou's request and witnessing Shuang'er being gang-raped, he pondered for a long time before nodding and saying, "Alright, go and drug them! I also want to see what kind of person a ten-year-old girl will become after being drugged with the aphrodisiac of your infamous Five Poisons Sect." He Tishou felt a pang of pain in his heart and hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he hardened his heart, took a small packet of non-lethal aphrodisiac from his clothes on the ground, stood up shakily, mustered his courage, and slowly walked towards Shuang'er...Her teeth ached, and her contorted face swelled purple. Wu Zhirong ignored her pleas, only enjoying the sensation of her wet, hot vagina spasming and sucking against his penis. He was so happy that his eyes rolled back, and he kept praising, "Mmm...so...so tight and tender...Uncle's...penis...I'll...break it for you..." Some of the Qing soldiers resting nearby, seeing Wu Zhirong so enthusiastically raping Shuang'er, although they disdained to join the traitor in degrading a young girl, could not resist the primal temptation. They all felt their penises standing erect, and their hearts were filled with excitement. One of the soldiers walked to Shuang'er's side, grabbed her hair and pulled it back, admiring her beautiful, flawless face in the candlelight as it was rubbed by her filthy vulva. "This girl has no flesh on her body, what's the point? But... her oval face is quite cute, perfect as a target for ejaculation." The soldier said, smearing his scrotum on Shuang'er's mouth. Seeing that Shuang'er stubbornly kept her mouth shut, he got angry, pointed at her nipple and twisted it hard, shouting: "You damn slut, open your bird mouth and lick my balls, or I'll cut off your nose!" Shuang'er couldn't bear the pain and opened her mouth to cry out, but her mouth was immediately blocked by his scrotum, so she had no choice but to obediently lick the sour and smelly place with her tongue. Before long, several more soldiers arrived. The first to arrive thrust their two wet, hard, thick penises into Shuang'er's small hands, ravaging her soft palms. The rest crowded to the side, taking turns forcing their penises into her mouth or slapping her face, masturbating her pretty face. The poor girl, only ten years old, had indeed become the target of these bestial madmen's ejaculation, just as the Qing soldier had said. She was sprayed directly by the penises on her hands and face, the thick, sticky semen dripping all over her pretty features. The continuous "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" sounds were the obscene sounds of Shuang'er's semen-covered hands stroking the slippery penises, which were more disgusting to her than the soldiers' lewd laughter. But what saddened Shuang'er the most was knowing that they mostly enjoyed themselves in her mouth and hands before they had the interest to ejaculate. Thinking of this, the taste of sweat and semen on her tongue immediately surged into her mind, a wave of nausea washed over her, and she vomited up all the yellow fluid in her stomach, coughing uncontrollably. Wu Zhirong had been raping Shuang'er from behind, and seeing the Qing soldiers ejaculating on her face and chest, his reason was gradually overwhelmed by intense lust. He also saw that Shuang'er's nostrils were blocked by semen, forcing her to breathe through her mouth, allowing the Qing soldiers to ejaculate in her mouth. His mind went blank, and he could no longer bear it. He suddenly thrust into Shuang'er's vagina dozens of times until a tingling numbness spread from his spine to his penis, then he stopped the piston-like motion, ejaculating wildly into her virgin vagina, filling her tender uterus. As for Yu Zhenzi, after hearing He Tishou's request and witnessing Shuang'er being gang-raped, he pondered for a long time before nodding and saying, "Alright, go and drug them! I also want to see what kind of person a ten-year-old girl will become after being drugged with the aphrodisiac of your infamous Five Poisons Sect." He Tishou felt a pang of pain in his heart and hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he hardened his heart, took a small packet of non-lethal aphrodisiac from his clothes on the ground, stood up shakily, mustered his courage, and slowly walked towards Shuang'er...Her teeth ached, and her contorted face swelled purple. Wu Zhirong ignored her pleas, only enjoying the sensation of her wet, hot vagina spasming and sucking against his penis. He was so happy that his eyes rolled back, and he kept praising, "Mmm...so...so tight and tender...Uncle's...penis...I'll...break it for you..." Some of the Qing soldiers resting nearby, seeing Wu Zhirong so enthusiastically raping Shuang'er, although they disdained to join the traitor in degrading a young girl, could not resist the primal temptation. They all felt their penises standing erect, and their hearts were filled with excitement. One of the soldiers walked to Shuang'er's side, grabbed her hair and pulled it back, admiring her beautiful, flawless face in the candlelight as it was rubbed by her filthy vulva. "This girl has no flesh on her body, what's the point? But... her oval face is quite cute, perfect as a target for ejaculation." The soldier said, smearing his scrotum on Shuang'er's mouth. Seeing that Shuang'er stubbornly kept her mouth shut, he got angry, pointed at her nipple and twisted it hard, shouting: "You damn slut, open your bird mouth and lick my balls, or I'll cut off your nose!" Shuang'er couldn't bear the pain and opened her mouth to cry out, but her mouth was immediately blocked by his scrotum, so she had no choice but to obediently lick the sour and smelly place with her tongue. Before long, several more soldiers arrived. The first to arrive thrust their two wet, hard, thick penises into Shuang'er's small hands, ravaging her soft palms. The rest crowded to the side, taking turns forcing their penises into her mouth or slapping her face, masturbating her pretty face. The poor girl, only ten years old, had indeed become the target of these bestial madmen's ejaculation, just as the Qing soldier had said. She was sprayed directly by the penises on her hands and face, the thick, sticky semen dripping all over her pretty features. The continuous "sizzle, sizzle, sizzle" sounds were the obscene sounds of Shuang'er's semen-covered hands stroking the slippery penises, which were more disgusting to her than the soldiers' lewd laughter. But what saddened Shuang'er the most was knowing that they mostly enjoyed themselves in her mouth and hands before they had the interest to ejaculate. Thinking of this, the taste of sweat and semen on her tongue immediately surged into her mind, a wave of nausea washed over her, and she vomited up all the yellow fluid in her stomach, coughing uncontrollably. Wu Zhirong had been raping Shuang'er from behind, and seeing the Qing soldiers ejaculating on her face and chest, his reason was gradually overwhelmed by intense lust. He also saw that Shuang'er's nostrils were blocked by semen, forcing her to breathe through her mouth, allowing the Qing soldiers to ejaculate in her mouth. His mind went blank, and he could no longer bear it. He suddenly thrust into Shuang'er's vagina dozens of times until a tingling numbness spread from his spine to his penis, then he stopped the piston-like motion, ejaculating wildly into her virgin vagina, filling her tender uterus. As for Yu Zhenzi, after hearing He Tishou's request and witnessing Shuang'er being gang-raped, he pondered for a long time before nodding and saying, "Alright, go and drug them! I also want to see what kind of person a ten-year-old girl will become after being drugged with the aphrodisiac of your infamous Five Poisons Sect." He Tishou felt a pang of pain in his heart and hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he hardened his heart, took a small packet of non-lethal aphrodisiac from his clothes on the ground, stood up shakily, mustered his courage, and slowly walked towards Shuang'er...
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