The Humiliation of Mulan

Meanwhile, since Mulan joined the army in her father's place, she had repeatedly distinguished herself in battle with her superb spear skills. No fewer than twenty renowned generals of the Northern Kingdom had fallen to her spear, and Mulan had become the most valiant warrior under the commander-in-chief. The army advanced triumphantly, and the Northern Wolf Lord Suhuge suffered repeated defeats, utterly powerless to resist.
One day, Wolf Lord Suhuge held court, and his strategist Tu Lu advised, "Your Majesty, that southern barbarian named Mulan is extremely powerful. I fear there is no general in our army who can match her. Why not send someone to invite General Zhamucci to fight her again?" Zhamucci was the most valiant warrior of the Northern barbarians, standing twelve feet tall with extraordinary strength. Having also learned martial arts in the Southern Kingdom, he wielded the Fangtian Halberd and rode his black horse, killing countless enemies and becoming an unrivaled warrior on the battlefield. Wolf Lord Suhuge stroked his long beard and nodded in agreement, thus inviting Zhamucci to fight Mulan.
Not long after, Zhamucci arrived at the battlefield, brandishing his halberd and shouting, "Hey! I am Zhamucci, the foremost general of the Northern Kingdom! Who is that barbarian named Hua Mulan? Prepare to die on the battlefield!" Hua Mulan, enraged by his arrogance, immediately requested permission to fight.
A young general, clad in silver helmet and armor, brandishing a gleaming silver spear, spurred his white steed to the battlefield at lightning speed. His bright red battle robe fluttered in the wind, making Mulan appear as if sculpted from jade. Her face was oval, rosy and delicate, with large, bright eyes, slightly pursed lips, and arched eyebrows. She exuded a captivating charm amidst her fierce aura, drawing silent applause from both armies on the battlefield.
A thunderous war drumbeat resounded, and Zhamucci spurred his black horse, thrusting his halberd. Mulan parried with her spear, the two weapons clashing. Mulan felt a tingling numbness in her arms, realizing the immense strength of this general and needing to be careful. On the battlefield, two generals, one in black and one in white, clashed like whirlwinds, the sounds of clashing weapons echoing endlessly. After more than thirty rounds, Zhamucci grew increasingly fierce, while Mulan gradually felt her strength waning. She realized that without her ultimate move, she might not be able to defeat this general.
With this thought, Mulan swung her arms, her spear trembling, the crimson tassel wrapped around the gleaming spearhead, unleashing seven spear flourishes as she thrust at Zhamucci.
This move was Mulan's signature technique, called "Seven Plum Blossoms," where all seven spearheads could be real or feinted, a surefire way to defeat the enemy on the battlefield. Mulan was unaware that Zhamuc had studied martial arts in the South and knew how to break the spear technique. His prolonged struggle with her was a ploy to lure her into using her ultimate move. Zhamuc remained calm, thrusting his halberd forward, locking the spearhead within its small branch. After a brief exchange of strength, Zhamuc shouted "Let go!" Mulan, unable to withstand the force, lost control of the spear.
Zhamuc reached out and grabbed the silk sash around Mulan's waist, using his strength to lift her from her horse and slam her heavily to the ground.
Mulan tried to get up, but binding hands quickly surrounded her and tied her tightly.
The Southern general, seeing his most valiant general, Mulan, captured alive, hastily sounded the retreat and withdrew his troops. The Northern Wolf King, overjoyed that Zhamuc had captured Mulan, held a banquet in his central tent to celebrate his victory.
During the banquet, Zhamucci clasped his hands and bowed, saying, "Your Majesty, I have captured that southern barbarian today, and I have a request that Your Majesty grant." The generals in the tent burst into laughter. It turned out that Zhamucci had a peculiar habit: he was a homosexual, and whenever he captured an enemy general, he would humiliate him. The Wolf Lord, Suhuge, knew of his predilection and laughed, "That southern barbarian is quite skilled in martial arts; others might not be able to keep him under control. Let the general keep him in check, hahaha..."
Zhamucci smiled, bowed to the Wolf Lord, and returned to his own tent.
(II)
When Zhamucci returned to his tent, he saw that Mulan had been stripped of her armor, her hands and feet bound, and locked inside. Mulan was now dressed in a tight-fitting outfit with arched sleeves, her dark hair tied up on her head, exuding both heroic spirit and beauty.
Zhamucci laughed heartily, stepped forward, and reached out a large hand to pinch Mulan's chin, lifting her small head.
Mulan assumed he was about to torture her, and immediately glared angrily, bracing herself for the ordeal. Unexpectedly, Zhamucci lowered his head, his large, furry head lolling close.
Before Mulan could react, Zhamucci's large mouth was already kissing her cherry lips.
Mulan, a young woman, had never experienced anything like this before, and immediately clenched her lips tightly, struggling fiercely. But Zhamucci possessed incredible strength, forcefully prying open Mulan's jaw and probing her fragrant mouth with his tongue.
Zhamucci's tongue darted and prowled within Mulan's mouth, licking her smooth teeth and exploring her soft flesh.
Zhamucci greedily sucked on Mulan's lips, plundering the saliva from her mouth.
Mulan was terrified and at a loss, wanting to scream but unable to utter a sound, her delicate tongue trembling as she tried to push Zhamucci's tongue away.
Zhamucci raised his head and chuckled lightly, saying, "Hehe, I didn't expect you to be so good with your tongue, not only with your hands but also with yours. Hahaha, watch this general give you another 'halberd-breaking spear'!"
As he spoke, Zhamucci kissed Mulan's fragrant lips again, his thick tongue suddenly probing and intertwining with Mulan's small tongue.
Mulan felt nauseous from his kiss and wanted to break free. However, she was completely restrained, and despite her martial arts skills, she was powerless. An unprecedented humiliation caused this naturally strong-willed girl to shed tears for the first time in her life.
Zhamucci didn't care about her feelings. His thick tongue hooked onto Mulan's fragrant tongue, pulling and sucking it into his mouth.
Zhamucci's lips slightly closed, gently holding Mulan's tongue, his thick lips rubbing together, feeling the slippery texture of Mulan's tongue. His rough, powerful tongue continued to wriggle, licking the tip of Mulan's soft tongue while transferring his saliva into Mulan's mouth.
Mulan was filled with shame and anger, wanting to curse but only managing a series of muffled whimpers. Enraged, Mulan suddenly pulled her head back and slammed it against Zhamuci's head. Zhamuci, in pain, released Mulan. Mulan
felt a wave of nausea, wanting to vomit but unable to, a feeling of indescribable discomfort spreading from her mouth to her chest. After a few gasps for breath, she finally burst into curses: "You shameless scoundrel, you beast worse than a pig or a dog! I, Mulan, will tear you to pieces sooner or later!"
Zhamuci laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you southern barbarians are prettier than women, and you curse like women too. You want to tear this general to pieces? Watch me teach you a lesson!"
As he spoke, Zhamuci unbuckled his belt, revealing his erect member. Mulan, a virgin, had never seen such a massive thing before. She blushed with shame and turned away, unleashing another torrent of curses.
Zhamucci tore off a strip of cloth and strangled Mulan's mouth, turning her clear, melodious curses into muffled wails.
Zhamucci pounced on Mulan, his large mouth kissing and licking her slender, fair neck repeatedly, his coarse, stiff beard pricking her with a mixture of pain and itchiness.
Zhamucci's left hand fiddled with his massive member, while his right hand vigorously kneaded Mulan's firm, shapely buttocks. A woman's buttocks naturally have more fat than a man's, making them exceptionally soft.
Furthermore, Mulan had practiced martial arts since childhood, resulting in less fat and more muscle in her buttocks than the average woman, giving them a soft yet remarkably elastic feel.
Zhamucci grabbed and squeezed, feeling that no buttocks he had ever touched could compare, and he truly couldn't bear to part with them.
Mulan felt a sharp pain in her buttocks from being pinched, and the thought of what might happen next filled her with shame and rage. She truly regretted not committing suicide immediately when she was captured, suffering this humiliation for nothing. Now, even if she wanted to bite her tongue to end her life, she couldn't do it
. Zhamucci groped for a while, then reached his large hand into Mulan's pants, wanting to play with her genitals, but unexpectedly, he felt nothing.
In his astonishment, Zhamucci's rough hand groped around Mulan's crotch, only to find no man's genitals among the pubic hair. He then moved lower and touched two soft, smooth labia.
Zhamucci was filled with doubt and surprise, and his erection went limp. He never imagined that the handsome young general from the south was actually a woman.
Zhamucci, still unwilling to give up, ripped Mulan's pants. Upon seeing this, he lost all interest, pulled up his pants, cursed, and turned to leave.
Mulan, lying on the bed, was also bewildered by Zhamucci's strange behavior. She never expected that her disguise as a man would bring her such a calamity, yet she was spared humiliation because of her female identity. It was truly a situation that left her both amused and exasperated.
(III)
Leaving aside Mulan's bewilderment, let's talk about Zhamucci, who returned to the central army tent with a dejected look. The generals in the tent were enjoying a banquet when they suddenly saw Zhamucci's sullen expression and were greatly puzzled. One of the vanguard officers, Grusuge, joked,
"General Zhamucci, why did you return so dejectedly? Could it be that you couldn't subdue that southern barbarian once you left the battlefield?" A burst of laughter erupted in the tent. Zhamucci bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to report."
The Wolf Lord, Suhuge, smiled and said, "General, please speak freely."
Zhamucci said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, that, that southern barbarian named Hua Mulan, she, she's a young woman!"
The officers were all taken aback by Zhamucci's words, followed by another burst of laughter. The Wolf Lord, Suhuge, stroked his long beard and asked, "General Zhamucci, is this true?"
Zhamucci said, "How can such a thing be a joke? If Your Majesty doesn't believe me, you can come with me to see for yourself."
The strategist, Tulu, said, "That's right. If that Hua Mulan is really a woman, it would be a rare and extraordinary event throughout the ages."
Zhamucci led the officers to his tent, where Hua Mulan was already sitting up. Because her trousers had been torn by Zhamuc, Mulan sat with her body slightly leaning forward, using the hem of her top to cover her crotch. The vanguard officer, Grusugai, grabbed Mulan's black hair with his right hand and lifted her up, then ripped her trousers to shreds with his left.
The officers looked down at her lower body and saw two rounded, jade-like legs that gleamed like mutton-fat jade in the firelight. Between her legs, glossy black pubic hair formed a neat inverted triangle, and her two small, pink labia were tightly closed, guarding Mulan's sacred forbidden area. The officers were all aroused, their groins rising in response.
The wolf lord, Suhuge, stepped forward and parted Mulan's top, revealing a breast wrap tightly covering her chest.
Suhuge ripped it open, and two freed breasts bounced on Mulan's chest, their white, glistening flesh dazzling the eyes of everyone present. Suhuge grasped Mulan's breasts, feeling their soft, smooth texture; she was truly a rare beauty. He immediately laughed loudly, "Hahaha, the southern barbarians are truly lacking in talent! To send such a beauty to the front lines is a terrible waste! Men! Nail a wooden post in the central tent, and we'll tie this girl to it to enhance the drinking!" The officers all clapped and cheered.
At Suhuge's command, a post was immediately erected in the central tent. Mulan, stripped of her clothes and boots, stood naked on the carpet in the center of the tent. Her once dashing hair was now disheveled, her beautiful hair flying wildly behind her. Her disheveled appearance was no different from that of a kidnapped slave girl, or rather, General Mulan at this moment was simply a pitiful kidnapped slave girl.
A junior officer tied Mulan's hands behind her back to the post, just like tying an ordinary animal to it. Inside the tent, the men drank and leered at Mulan's alluring body, laughing loudly.
Mulan pressed her legs tightly together, trying to turn her body to hide her most private parts, but no matter how she hid, she couldn't escape the predatory eyes from all directions. Instead, her coy actions only drew more laughter from the officers.
Mulan, with a strong, masculine spirit, felt a surge of pride amidst her shame and indignation. She thought to herself, "Enough is enough. I can't possibly preserve my purity today, but I mustn't act like a woman, only to invite ridicule from these bandits and make them look down on me, Hua Mulan. No matter how they humiliate me later, I will consider myself dead. I must not lose my spirit!" With this thought, Mulan stopped hiding and instead raised her head high, glaring angrily at Su Huge, the wolf lord of the Northern Kingdom.
Suhuge sneered at Mulan's delicate face, "This little girl is quite tough. Hmph, I'd like to see how long you can keep up this toughness!"
The strategist Tu Lu, already aware of the wolf's lustful desires, clasped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, this woman seems to be a virgin. Why don't you defile her, so she can know the might of the Northern men?"
Suhuge stroked his beard and smiled slightly, feigning reluctance, "Is this acceptable?" The generals chorused, "Yes, yes, of course!"
Suhuge laughed loudly, "Brilliant, brilliant! Let me defile your virginity; it won't be in vain that you served as a general in the Southern Kingdom! Hahahaha..."
Suhuge lewdly walked to the center of the tent, revealing a thick, arm-like spear between his legs. While kneading Mulan's soft breasts, he laughed, "How about it? Do the men of your Southern Kingdom have such magnificent spears?"
Mulan merely glared angrily, showing no fear whatsoever. Suhuge laughed again, "Hahaha, it was I who was confused. Since you are still a virgin, you have naturally never seen a man's treasure. Hmph, today I will let you see it!"
As Suhuge spoke, he reached out and lifted Mulan's thigh, revealing her jade gate. He aimed his large spear at the jade gate and thrust it in forcefully. Mulan finally couldn't help but let out a scream.
Suhuge was deliberately humiliating Mulan, wanting to test her fiery temper. This time, without any lubrication, his large spear plunged all the way in, hitting the soft, tender flesh at the end of her jade passage. Even though Mulan was mentally prepared, she still couldn't help but cry out. The generals in the tent cheered, "Hahaha, it seems this female general is afraid of a man's big spear!"
"What female general? This little wench is nothing more than a slave for our men to enjoy!"
Bright red virgin blood slowly flowed down her fair legs. Mulan's eyes were wide open, her mind blank. Even a heroine is still a woman; the blow of losing her virginity was far too heavy for a woman in feudal times. Mulan took a deep breath and regained consciousness, immediately biting her lip, determined not to make a sound.
Suhuge continued thrusting his hips, his thick penis ravaging Mulan's tender jade passage.
Mulan gritted her teeth, enduring the tearing pain in her lower body, glaring angrily at Suhuge, stubbornly remaining silent. Suhuge saw that Mulan's eyes, apart from the momentary lapse in concentration during her loss of virginity, had become even more resolute, and he felt greatly displeased. He lowered his head and began to savagely bite at Mulan's soft breasts, while his other hand pinched and kneaded her rosy nipples.
Mulan's eyes were practically spitting fire, but she still endured it and refused to utter a sound.
Suhuge was old after all, and after a while, he felt a numbness in his lower back, and a thick stream of semen shot straight into Mulan's virgin womb.
Mulan secretly groaned, but her face remained expressionless, instead glaring contemptuously at Suhuge. Suhuge had used all his strength but still couldn't get Mulan to beg for mercy, and he was quite displeased, but he didn't want to lose face in front of the generals. So Suhuge laughed loudly and sat back on the tiger-skin chair, saying, "Hahaha, this woman from the South is truly a peerless beauty. The generals have suffered under her for many days, so why don't you all enjoy her today and vent your anger!"
The generals had been holding back for a long time, and upon hearing their wolf lord's words, they all thanked him. Hua Mulan glanced at the ravenous generals, but could only silently lament her fate.
(IV)
In the Northern Army, besides the Wolf Lord Suhuge, the strategist Tulu held the highest position. Now that the Wolf Lord had given the order, he was naturally the second to enjoy Mulan's body. Tulu thanked the Wolf Lord for the gift, then came to Mulan and lowered his head to suckle one of her tender nipples. Tulu's tongue swept across Mulan's sensitive nipple, making her feel numb and itchy, yet also somewhat comfortable.
Tulu was different from Suhuge; Suhuge's so-called conquest of women was merely watching them cry out for mercy beneath him, while Tulu preferred to hear their soft moans. While sucking on her nipple, Tulu reached out his right hand and gently massaged Mulan's other breast, while his left hand roamed over Mulan's entire body, caressing every inch of her delicate skin. As he rubbed, Tulu secretly observed Mulan's reactions, trying to find her sensitive spots.
After a while of caressing, Tu Lu reached his left hand towards Mulan's crotch.
Mulan thought he was finally going to rape her, so she held her breath and waited for the sharp pain, thinking to herself, "Mulan, Mulan, this time I absolutely mustn't cry out again." But Tu Lu only groped around her crotch without penetrating her. Tu Lu gently caressed Mulan's vulva, which had just been violated, and his fingers lightly brushed against Mulan's tender clitoris.
Mulan felt as if she had been electrocuted, and couldn't help but shiver.
Tu Lu chuckled inwardly, "No matter how strong you pretend to be, you're still just a woman."
Having succeeded once, Tu Lu wasn't about to give up and used all his skills to attack Mulan's clitoris.
Mulan was just a young girl who had just experienced lovemaking, and she was no match for Tu Lu, a seasoned womanizer.
Although Mulan forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and didn't cry out, her face still flushed and her breathing became increasingly heavy, and even her crotch dripped with fluid. Tu Lu reached out and touched Mulan's vulva, smearing some of the fluid between her legs, and said, "Little girl, what are you pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman for? Come and taste the lustful water between your legs." As he spoke, Tu Lu pried open Mulan's mouth with one hand, and with the other hand, he sent the fluid between Mulan's legs into Mulan's mouth. Half of the sticky fluid was Su Hu Ge's fishy-smelling semen, the smell of which made Mulan want to vomit. The generals cheered again, "Haha, this little wench is in heat too!" "What female general? Stripped naked, she's just like a bitch!"
The vanguard officer, Grusugai, couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, saying, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, Brother Tulu, you're never going to stop! I
can't hold back any longer!" Tulu and Grusugai were good friends, so he didn't take offense and laughed, "What are you going to do, brother? I haven't had my fun yet."
Grusugai laughed, "Haha, brother, you can touch her mouth down there, I'll take care of the top part."
As he spoke, Grusugai took out a wooden ring covered with animal skin. He shoved the ring into Mulan's mouth, then untied the cloth band from her mouth and tied the ring behind her head.
Even Mulan, a girl new to human relations, could guess what he was going to do. The generals in the tent cheered, praising the method as brilliant. Grusugai grabbed Mulan's thick, beautiful hair and pressed her head against his crotch, rubbing it against his thighs.
Mulan was startled by the stench and saw that Grusugai's enormous member was over half a foot long.
Grusugai rubbed his penis against Mulan's face a few times, then thrust it into her mouth with a powerful stroke.
Mulan's small mouth couldn't accommodate such a massive member; it was pushed all the way to her throat.
Mulan gagged, tears and snot streaming down her face. Even as a strong and resolute heroine, she couldn't resist this physical reaction.
She felt a wave of nausea, wanting to vomit but unable to, her breath blocked by the member in her mouth. In desperation, Mulan tried to use her tongue to tease Grusugai's member, unaware that this only increased his pleasure.
Seeing how enthusiastically Grusugai was going at it, Mulan couldn't resist any longer and immediately pulled out her penis, thrusting it into Mulan's warm, tight vagina from behind. The officers watching nearby felt their lust rise, and they simply summoned a group of captured southern female slaves to have their way with them. Grusugai then pulled out his penis, grabbed Mulan's head, and said, "Look, you little slut, these women were all captured from your southern lands. Now you're just like them, a slave for these men to enjoy!"
Mulan looked around and saw the tent filled with the white, smooth bodies of southern women. They were all naked and disheveled, their faces full of sorrow, yet they had no choice but to offer their bodies for their enemies to play with.
Mulan had joined the army to protect them from harm, and being trapped in the enemy camp and humiliated was bad enough, but seeing her fellow countrywomen being played with by the enemy was like having her own flesh torn out.
Mulan glared fiercely at Grusugai, her eyes almost bursting out of their sockets.
But at this moment, all she could do was glare angrily; she couldn't even spit out a curse for the villain because of the wooden ring in her mouth. Instead, even her own lips had become a tool for the enemy's lust. The unprecedented humiliation left Mulan speechless with grief. She could only silently vow in her heart that she wouldn't cry, that she would kill all the barbarians sooner or later for the sake of her sisters and for her own revenge!
Grusugai pressed Mulan's head down again, pulling at her hair while thrusting his massive member, shouting, "Women of the Southern Barbarians! Look at this woman! She was your female general, and now she's just like you, a slave to be played with by you masters! Hahahaha, hahahahaha…"
Grusugai laughed wildly, and the slave girls turned to look, their lifeless eyes revealing a hint of regret, but even more so, despair for their bleak lives.
Mulan dared not look into their eyes again, wishing she were blind and deaf for that moment.
Thinking this, Mulan finally shed tears.
(V)
Grusugai and Tulu thrust their bodies back and forth, and Mulan felt like a lamb skewered on a barbecue grill, forced to endure the enemy's ravaging. After Grusugai and Tulu ejaculated into her mouth and genitals respectively, two more officers immediately took their place, the gang rape in the enemy camp seemingly endless.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but Mulan felt a burning pain in her lower body, as if it were being torn apart, and her lower abdomen throbbed with pain. Her head was also spinning from the constant forced oral sex. Finally, just as Mulan felt her senses fading and she was about to faint, the endless gang rape finally came to an end.
The strategist Tu Lu advised, "Your Majesty, today we've played with this southern barbarian woman to death. Tomorrow, we'll hang her naked on a flagpole, which will surely throw the southern barbarian army into chaos. Then, we can crush hundreds of thousands of southern barbarians in one fell swoop!"
Su Hu Ge stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Brilliant! Strategist, brilliant plan! Tomorrow, after we defeat the southern barbarians, I will give you a great reward. Hahaha, my men, let's drink this cup to celebrate tomorrow's great victory over the southern barbarians!" "Your Majesty's might! Great victory over the southern barbarians!"
Poor Hua Mulan was thrown to the ground like a used rag, her body and face covered in filth, her swollen genitals still leaking white semen. Fortunately, Hua Mulan was in a semi-conscious state at this moment. If she had heard this conversation, she would probably have used her last bit of strength to smash her head against the wooden pillar behind her.
Inside the tent, a lively atmosphere prevailed, except for Zhamuczi, who seemed rather sullen. "Damn it, how did such a handsome southern barbarian turn into a woman?"
Wolf Lord Suhuge noticed Zhamuczi's displeasure and immediately rose to personally pour him a cup of wine, saying, "General Zhamuczi, your capture of Hua Mulan is a great achievement! Men, let's celebrate General Zhamuczi's victory!"
Zhamuczi accepted the cup with profuse thanks, and Tu Lu filled his cup as well, saying, "General, why be so gloomy? There are still hundreds of thousands of southern barbarians in that camp. With your courage, capturing ten or eight of them tomorrow won't be difficult at all."
Zhamuczi agreed verbally, but his face remained sullen. After all, handsome men like Hua Mulan in men's clothing were rare even in the Southern Dynasty. Meanwhile, the generals in the tent secretly laughed at Zhamuczi, a grown general who acted like a child.
Zhamuczi was already the number one warrior in the Northern Kingdom, and this extraordinary feat had made him Wolf Lord's most beloved general. Suhuge said to Tulu, "Strategist, you are always full of wisdom and resourcefulness. Do you have any brilliant plan to make General Zhamucci happy?"
Tulu thought for a moment and said, "Alas, I'm afraid this is the only way to make the general happy."
As Tu Lu spoke, he turned and whispered a few instructions to the cook serving nearby. A moment later, the cook brought in a basin of hot water and used a towel to wipe Mulan's body, which had just been ravaged. After washing, Mulan's delicate body finally regained its whiteness, and her pretty face regained its radiance. Two more cooks came and tightly bound Mulan's breasts with a breast wrap, and her long, black hair was once again tied up on her head. If she weren't still naked and bound, anyone who saw her would praise, "What a fine young general!"
Mulan was puzzled, wondering what these beasts would devise next to humiliate her. Tu Lu looked her up and down and said, "General Zhamucci, what do you think of this?"
Zhamucci shook his head and said, "No, no, I can't get interested in her as soon as I see she's a woman." Tu Lu
smiled slightly, took a bright green cucumber from the cook, pried open Mulan's swollen labia, and stuffed it inside, saying, "How about this?"
The officers looked over and saw that the cucumber was thick and long, and full of protrusions. When it was inserted into Mulan's vagina, it was involuntarily gripped tightly. Half of the cucumber was inserted, and the other half was left outside. If it weren't for its bright green color, it would really look like a man's penis. Tu Lu said, "In the military camp, there's nothing suitable to replace it in a hurry. General, please make do with this."
Looking at Mulan's ashamed and indignant appearance, Zhamucci felt a surge of heat rising in his lower abdomen, and his dragon finally stood erect.
After watching for a moment, Zhamucci could no longer restrain himself, pulled out his dragon, and hugged Mulan's fair and delicate body tightly from behind.
He gently lifted Mulan by the waist with one arm, his tongue licking the back of her neck. His other hand reached down to her crotch, manipulating the half-eaten cucumber like a male phallus, the bulging flesh being squeezed and thrusting inside her recently brutally violated vagina, causing Mulan's entire body to tremble involuntarily.
Zhamuc's engorged member, its veins bulging, stood erect, its size no less than that of Grusugai. He slightly thrust his hips, the large glans touching Mulan's anus.
Mulan was horrified; how could it possibly penetrate there? Each touch of the glans at her anus caused her muscles to contract, and this teasing, seemingly gentle but ultimately ineffective approach kept her nerves constantly on edge, fearing that her defenses might be breached at any moment.
After playing with her for a while, Zhamucci thrust his hips forcefully towards Mulan's delicate anus.
Mulan felt a piercing pain in her rear, her entire body tensing up, and she barely managed to suppress a scream. At this moment, Zhamucci released her. It turned out that Mulan, having practiced martial arts for many years, had much stronger buttock muscles than the average person. Combined with Zhamucci's excessively large penis and lack of lubrication, he couldn't penetrate her. Zhamucci
positioned Mulan with her body leaning forward and her buttocks raised, spreading her firm buttocks to reveal her pink anus.
With his other hand, he grabbed a jug of goat's milk and sprinkled it on Mulan's anus and his own penis.
With this lubrication, Zhamucci once again pressed his massive member against Mulan's anus, gripping her slender waist with both hands. With a thrust of his hips, Mulan's pink anus finally began to bloom. As the dragon slowly advanced, the delicate lines on her vulva were stretched open, resembling a blooming chrysanthemum. Only when the chrysanthemum was fully open, stretching Mulan's delicate anus into a cave the size of a duck egg, did the dragon finally penetrate to its full length. This opening of her anus caused Mulan pain ten times greater than the loss of her virginity.
Although Mulan forcibly suppressed her cries, she still trembled with pain, and a fine layer of sweat seeped from her creamy white skin.
Zhamuc felt the dragon entering an incredibly warm and tight cave, the soft flesh squeezing it from all sides, waves of pleasure washing over him.
Zhamuc paid no heed to Mulan's pain, his powerful dragon pounding into Mulan's newly opened anus like a pile driver, reveling in the pleasure of invasion. His dark body moved with the speed and power of a bull, his rough tongue licking back and forth on Mulan's smooth back, savoring the sweet, fragrant sweat. Reaching his peak, Zhamucci slapped Mulan's jade-like buttocks repeatedly with his massive hands, leaving crimson handprints.
Zhamucci thrust into Mulan's rear for a full half hour, but to Mulan, it felt like an eternity. Finally, Zhamucci reached his climax, pulling out his massive member and slamming Mulan to the ground.
Ignoring the yellowish excrement still clinging to it, he thrust it directly into Mulan's mouth.
Mulan cried out in shock, but with the massive member blocking her throat, she only managed a muffled "uh."
Jamucci thrust into Mulan's warm, moist mouth again, finally unable to restrain himself any longer. He grabbed Mulan's head and pressed her firmly between his legs, his glans plunging into her slender throat, ejaculating his thick, foul-smelling semen into her belly.
Only then did Jamucci withdraw his dragon with satisfaction, throwing Mulan to the ground and shouting, "Awesome!" The officers all laughed heartily. Tu Lu said, "Your Majesty, I think it would be better if, after we defeat the Southern Barbarians tomorrow, Your Majesty decided to bestow this Southern Barbarian woman upon General Jamucci. Perhaps using Mulan to treat him might even cure his ailment."
Su Huge laughed, "Hahaha, that's exactly right! Then General Jamucci can have many more little warriors to serve the Khan! Hahahaha..."
The officers ridiculed Mulan again before locking her up, preparing to hang her on the flagpole the next day. Unexpectedly, that very night, Mulan's master infiltrated the barbarian camp and secretly rescued her.
Mulan then followed her master for a second training course, finally defeating the northern barbarian kingdom and avenging her family, thus becoming a legendary figure whose name will be remembered for eternity.

[The End]

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