Mother and two slaves

The March night still carried a hint of winter's chill. A crescent moon hung in the sky, its pale light filtering through the treetops and casting dappled patterns across the courtyard.
A peach tree, about four meters tall, already bore a few scattered pink blossoms in early spring.
A rough hemp rope, one end tied to a thick branch of the tree, the other binding her wrists and ankles behind her back, suspended face down about a meter above the ground. In the moonlight, her fair, smooth, and delicate body shimmered like jade, radiating a soft glow. Even the pinkish-white peach blossoms seemed dim in comparison. Strands of
fine, black leather were also wrapped around her exquisite figure. A leather rope tightened around her smooth, slender neck, crossed over her chest, dividing her snow-white breasts into two glistening jade peaks, then bound her slender waist, passed under her smooth, hairless crotch, tightened, and returned to her neck. The peach blossoms in the courtyard, the beauty like jade, this moment under the moonlight was breathtaking.
"Creak..."
The sound of the mahogany door opening broke the stillness of the night. A fairy-like figure draped in a light purple veil gracefully entered the courtyard. Beneath the thin purple veil was a slender figure with fair skin. Her cloud-like hair framed a stunningly beautiful face, with arched eyebrows, phoenix eyes, clear as water, and naturally red lips, exuding the charm and elegance unique to a mature woman.
"Yu Nu, found her."
The woman in the purple veil spoke in a melodious voice, tinged with joy. A pair of slender, delicate hands held a mahogany box inlaid with jade. She swayed gracefully as she approached the suspended girl.
"Ding-a-ling..."
Accompanied by a crisp tinkling sound, the young woman in purple gauze took out a wind chime from a box, made of gold thread and silver bells.
"Come, put it on quickly. Master loves seeing Yu Nu wearing wind chimes the most."
The young woman's beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. With one hand supporting the girl's full left breast, she took the wind chime and accurately found the small hole on the girl's rosy nipple, threading the hook at the top of the wind chime through it.
She released her hand, and the wind chime immediately pulled the girl's left breast down, accompanied by a soft moan from the girl, producing a series of crisp chimes in the wind.
Soon, a second wind chime was also hung on the girl's right nipple. The wind chimes, reflecting the moonlight, hung on the girl's two rosy nipples, singing incessantly in the night.
Amidst the endless chimes, the fairy in purple gauze smiled happily, her beauty captivating.
"Mother..." The girl, suspended in mid-air, raised her head for the first time. She possessed a face resembling the Purple-Veil Fairy, with exquisitely beautiful features and skin as white as snow, yet her captivating eyes were filled with a deep sorrow.
"Shh—" The Purple-Veil Fairy placed a slender finger to her red lips, interrupting the girl with a charming smile, "Only Master's Jade Slave and Snow Slave are here. Jade Slave, how could you forget again? Oh, right, are the ropes tied too tightly?
Did they hurt you?"
"Mother… Snow Slave, Jade Slave isn't in pain, it's just…" The girl's murmur grew softer and softer, finally unable to bear speaking further. She lowered her head again, two crystal tears silently welling up from the corners of her eyes, dripping down her smooth cheeks.
The Purple-Veil Fairy Snow Slave's once radiant eyes suddenly dimmed. After a moment of silence, she rallied, flashing a captivating smile: "Jade Slave, why are you crying for no reason? Here, there's still this you haven't put on!"
With that, she took out a fist-sized silver wind chime from the box, its base adorned with beautiful silver tassels. Holding a wind chime in one hand and supporting Yu Nu's fragrant shoulder with the other, she gently pushed her to the left.
The girl's body, suspended by hemp rope, slowly rotated half a circle, her buttocks facing her. Because her legs were bent behind her back, her ankles and wrists bound together by the rope, Yu Nu's rosy vulva was fully exposed. A shimmering silver ring could be seen on each of the labia majora of Yu Nu's beautiful vulva.
Xue Nu hooked the rings onto the hooks on either side of the top of the silver wind chime and released her. The heavy wind chime pulled the labia majora downwards, revealing the tender flesh of her vulva.
"Alright, hehe." Xue Nu stepped back a few paces with satisfaction, admiring the girl suspended in mid-air. Under the peach tree, the girl's body, bound in a graceful posture, still swayed slightly, the wind chimes on her nipples and vulva ringing crisply.
"Hmm, I almost forgot, Master likes Yu Nu's smile."
Xue Nu looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then stepped forward and lifted Yu Nu's lowered head, tying her loose hair to the rope binding her hands and feet. This way, Yu Nu could no longer lower her head, forced to maintain the posture of her hands and feet bound behind her back, her head held high.
"You must smile, Yu Nu, otherwise Master will be unhappy."
While wiping away the tears on Yu Nu's pretty face with a handkerchief, Xue Nu spoke earnestly.
"Waaah—Mother! Where is Master now!" Yu Nu, at Xue Nu's mercy, finally cried out in sorrow, "Father!...Father is dead! Dead!!"
The snow-white handkerchief, embroidered with lifelike peach blossoms, fell silently.
Xue Nu stood there quietly, her graceful body trembling slightly beneath the purple veil.
“Silly child… what are you saying…” After a long silence, Xue Nu laughed, her voice trembling slightly. “Yu Nu, if you keep talking nonsense, your master will whip you with the Nine-Tailed Whip. But you like being whipped by your master's Nine-Tailed Whip, don't you? Hehe… Didn't we agree? You can't deliberately make your master angry and get punished…”
She paced back and forth in the courtyard in a panic, muttering to herself, “What should I do next? Oh dear, my master is coming back soon. If I don't get things ready, he might tie me to a tree and torture me with red candles… Oh, right! I remember!”
Xue Nu ignored Yu Nu's low sobs and removed her purple veil. Under the moonlight, her voluptuous body gleamed with a mature glow. Her perfectly shaped pear-shaped breasts were smooth and full, with bright red nipples that seemed to drip with moisture. Each nipple was adorned with two silver nipple rings, one large and one small. Beneath her slender waist, her full, high-perched buttocks, like ripe peaches, showed no signs of sagging. On her delicate left buttock, the words "Xue Nu" were boldly tattooed in red dye.
Xue Nu swayed her wasp waist and strode quickly to a low table in the center of the courtyard. On the table, a sheet of snow-white Xuan paper was already laid out, along with brush and inkstone.
"Do you remember? Every time the peach blossoms were in full bloom, Master loved to hang you on this peach tree, listening to the tinkling of the wind chimes on your body while drinking wine and reciting poetry under the moon, and having Xue Nu record it for him..."
Xue Nu didn't know if she was speaking to Yu Nu or to herself. As she spoke, she sat on the low table, parted her long, jade-like buttocks, revealing her smooth, hairless vulva, and extended her slender, jade-like fingers, gently massaging her tender, pink cleft.
“Master often says that Yu Nu is young and beautiful, and her vagina is tight and narrow, making it very comfortable to have sex with. But Master also said that Xue Nu’s body is one in a million. Even when penetrated by the thickest and longest penis, it can still remain tight and pink and rosy like a virgin…” Xue Nu lay on her back on the low table, using her fingers to separate her thick labia majora. Deep inside her rosy vagina, thick, sticky vaginal fluid was overflowing. She reached out her slender fingers and pressed them in little by little. “Yu Nu, you don’t know, before you were born, every time Master finished having sex with Xue Nu, whether he ejaculated in Xue Nu’s vagina or anus, he would make Xue Nu collect his precious semen and eat it all… Ah, so comfortable… Ah… Once… Ah… Master even ejaculated his semen… ejaculated his semen into the toilet… and made… made Xue Nu lick it clean with her tongue…”
Yu Nu, suspended in mid-air, was already sobbing uncontrollably, but Xue Nu seemed completely unaware. She pulled out her slender finger, which was covered in semen, and sucked on it while taking a writing brush from the pen holder on the low table. It was a crafted writing brush with a jade pen cap on the handle, as thick as Xue Nu's wrist, and carved with dragons and phoenixes. Xuenu slowly inserted the jade pen cap into her already overflowing, lustful vulva, continuing to reminisce: "...Later, Xuenu gave birth to you, and Master no longer allowed Xuenu to drink his precious semen... Ah... the jade is so cold... so comfortable for Xuenu's cunt... Later, every time after finishing with Xuenu, Master... ah... Master would make Xuenu feed you all... all of his semen. Master said... said that Xuenu was already a lewd... and lowly slut, but he wanted to raise Xuenu's daughter into an even more lewd... even more lowly, peerless bitch... ah..."
"Mother!! Please stop! Father is dead! Dead!"
Xuenu cried out hoarsely, tears streaming down her face, but her body, already trained to be exceptionally sensitive, was already aroused by Xuenu's lewd memories, and her lustful fluids slowly welled up from her tender flower buds, dripping onto the silver wind chimes hanging below her vulva.
"Don't talk nonsense, Jade Slave. Snow Slave... Snow Slave still needs to write poems for her master..."
The beautiful young woman propped herself up from the low table. She lowered her eyes, refusing to look at her daughter hanging in mid-air, and instead turned over, spreading her jade-like thighs and kneeling on the low table. The thickened brush was tightly held in her overflowing, lustful vulva.
Snow Slave carefully moved her lower body, letting the brush dip fully into the inkstone, then moved it back above the Xuan paper, slowly lowering herself down. With the sway of her slender waist, a fairly neat "purple" character appeared on the Xuan paper.
"Yu Nu, look, how well does Xue Nu write this?" Xue Nu looked down at the characters on the Xuan paper and chuckled. "Master is actually very cute and mischievous. Whenever he has a new poem, he always makes Xue Nu write it down for him like this.
And, Master doesn't like Xue Nu squatting on the paper to write. He says it's not elegant, so he makes Xue Nu practice writing on her knees... Actually, writing on your knees isn't difficult. As long as you control your waist, it's very simple. Of course, your vagina must also grip the pen tightly; it's quite strenuous. Yu Nu, you should learn this too..."
Xue Nu's high, round, beautiful buttocks swayed, her waist moving nimbly, guiding the brush between her legs in horizontal, vertical, hook, and stroke movements. Gradually, the poem appeared on the Xuan paper—"Wearing purple robes and slender shoulders under the moon, smoke and mist swirl around the shadows of trees.
My orchid-like thoughts drift away with the wind, my dreams turn a hundred times but I can't find them anywhere."
After writing the last character, "寻" (xún, meaning "to seek"), Xue Nu was already breathing heavily, her thick, sticky fluid slowly sliding down the brush and seeping into the dark ink. She straightened up, took out the brush from her lower body, and admired her work.
"This poem was written by my master for Xue Nu..."
Xue Nu's delicate eyebrows twitched slightly as she recalled countless memories. She reached between her spread legs and gently kneaded the swollen, bright red bud at the tip of her vulva.
"Back then, Xue Nu was just a silly little girl who loved wearing purple dresses. Because she traveled all over the country and killed a few petty thieves, she was given a nickname in the martial arts world: 'Purple Fairy' Xue Ziyan, hehe... Xue Nu was so silly back then, she actually dared to challenge her master..." Xue Nu's beautiful eyes became hazy. She fiddled with her own vulva and continued speaking intermittently, "Later... Master... Master subdued Xue Nu. At first, Master whipped Xue Nu, and Xue Nu actually resisted... hehe... Actually, Xue Nu knew that Xue Nu loved being whipped by Master... being fucked by Master... Ah... As soon as Xue Nu saw Master's penis, Xue Nu couldn't control herself... Ah... Master!!"
Tears dripped from Xue Nu's cheeks, splashing onto the white Xuan paper, blending with the verses.
"Master—Master! They say you were besieged by the righteous sects…and died tragically on Mount Hua…Xue Nu doesn't believe it! Xue Nu and Yu Nu…have been waiting for you to return! Xue Nu has dreamt of Master so many times, dreamt of Master whipping Xue Nu! Fucking every inch of Xue Nu's skin! Ah…Master!!"
Xue Nu suddenly raised her head high, her alluring body arching back deeply, her slender fingers frantically stirring between her legs, large gushes of lustful fluid gushing from her vulva, splashing onto the white Xuan paper and the still-wet ink of the poem…
The March night still carried a hint of winter's chill. The crescent moon hung like a hook, its pale light filtering through the treetops, casting dappled patterns in the courtyard.
A frail young girl hung from a peach tree, weeping softly; a beautiful young woman lay prostrate on a low table in the courtyard, her eyes brimming with tears. If you approached this small courtyard, you could hear the beautiful young woman softly reciting the poem: "In purple robes, with slender shoulders, she walks under the moon, smoke and mist swirling around the shadows of the trees."
Like a delicate orchid, her heart's secrets drift away with the wind; in dreams, they turn a hundred times, yet she finds nowhere to turn.
[The End]

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