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Yuqing knelt at Zhang Meng's feet, pleading with a sob in her voice.

Zhang Meng, leading 5,000 iron cavalry, attacked the mountain stronghold to avenge his brother. His advance was unstoppable; after only three days, the stronghold was on the verge of collapse and would soon be destroyed by his cavalry. Zhang Meng's brother, Zhang Yue, had perished in the stronghold, and Zhang Meng vowed revenge, determined to raze the stronghold to the ground and slaughter all its inhabitants. In this critical moment, Yuqing, the daughter of the stronghold's chieftain, stepped forward, carrying the hopes of the entire stronghold, and went alone to Zhang Meng's camp to surrender. She offered her body in exchange for the lives of her people. "

Why should I, a mere woman, stop my attack and prevent me from avenging my brother's death?" Zhang Meng laughed. His eyes, however, remained fixed on the woman at his feet, thinking to himself: "What a stunning woman! Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, skin as white as snow, and even kneeling, her graceful figure is still faintly visible." He swallowed hard, wishing he could devour the woman whole.

Yu Qing felt Zhang Meng's burning gaze. She knew this prince was a notorious sadist, and she wanted to exploit that, offering herself to satisfy his sadistic desires and make him stop attacking the stronghold. Even just stopping for three days could save the stronghold, and many villagers, including her parents and brothers, might survive. "

I can satisfy all your demands, prince,"

Zhang Meng said, shaking his head. "There's no need. I can destroy your stronghold immediately. All the women in the stronghold, including you, will belong to me. I can do whatever I want with you. Don't you believe I have the power?" "

Yes, I know you can destroy the stronghold. But if the stronghold is destroyed, I will commit suicide with it. Even if I am captured, you will only get a dead body, not everything about me."

"Oh," Zhang Meng asked with interest, "what does 'everything' include?"

"I will willingly be your slave, to be whipped and enslaved by you.

Can your body satisfy me?"

She understood his meaning, and slowly stood up, tears welling in her eyes. With a determined bite, she suddenly unbuttoned her clothes, revealing her white breasts. Two large, firm breasts immediately sprang out, and she lowered her head in shame.

Zhang Meng was speechless for a moment. He had never seen such beautiful breasts before. He approached her, examined her carefully, and then reached out his eagle-claw-like hand, grabbing her left breast and kneading it. Because the breast was so large, his fan-like hand couldn't even grasp half of it. Zhang Meng felt good. He whispered, "Do you know how I torture women?" "

Yes, I know.

I'm going to torture you thoroughly. Can you guarantee I'll be satisfied?"

Yu Qing felt a sharp pain as he squeezed her left breast. She gritted her teeth: "This humble woman will definitely satisfy Your Highness. If Your Highness is not satisfied, then the mountain stronghold will be at Your Highness's mercy."

Suddenly, a sharper, more piercing pain shot through her left nipple. She cried out in pain as Zhang Meng began to dig at the flesh of her nipple with his fingernails. Instinctively, she tried to push it away, but her hand stopped halfway. She knew Zhang Meng was testing her, and could only watch helplessly as he abused her breast. She trembled with pain, her nipple stretched long by his forceful pull. Then, he released her, and the nipple snapped back, swaying precariously on her chest for a long time.

"Haha… alright, let's make a deal. I'll stop the attack for three days. During these three days, I'll slowly torture you in the camp, enjoying your beauty. If you survive these three days, or if I kill you during these three days, I promise I will not attack your stronghold again and will spare the lives of everyone in your village." "

Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness," Yuqing knelt down, two long lines of tears streaming down her face. She was both excited that she could save the stronghold and terrified of the immense physical and mental torment that was about to be inflicted upon her.

Zhang Meng waved his hand, and his soldiers immediately set up a small wooden hut in the camp. Whips, needles, branding irons, clamps, a tiger bench, a stove, chains, and other weapons filled the room. Only two maids remained inside, while Zhang Meng sat upright on a tiger-skin chair. He ordered Yu Qing to be brought in. "

You are now my slave, and I am your master, understand?"

"Yes, master, your slave obeys."

It was May, the season for flowers to bloom, and the mountains were still chilly. Yu Qing had already bathed as Zhang Meng had requested, her long black hair piled high, and she stood prettily before him,

head bowed. "Take it off!" Zhang Meng growled.

Yu Qing shivered and immediately removed her clothes piece by piece. In no time, a naked body, like an ice sculpture, was revealed before Zhang Meng. Smooth shoulders, proud breasts, a soft, slender waist, long, jade-like legs, and that intoxicatingly alluring genitals—all of these made Zhang Meng almost breathless with excitement. Moreover, due to years of living in the mountains, her body appeared remarkably robust; such a physique was the epitome of torture, capable of withstanding unbearable torment.

Zhang Meng didn't rush into action. He ordered her to raise her head and open her eyes. He loved to gaze intently into those beautiful eyes, to see the humiliation and shame hidden within them. He commanded: "Slave girl, choose one instrument of torture for me to torment you." He intended to enslave her not only physically but also mentally. "

Yes, Master." Yu Qing glanced at the various instruments of torture in the room. To satisfy Zhang Meng's desires, she knew she should choose the one that would cause her the most pain. She picked a box of steel needles and presented it with both hands, "Please, Master, torture this slave girl."

"Hmm," Zhang Meng was satisfied. He picked out a three-inch-long steel needle from the box. Yuqing trembled all over, but Zhang Meng didn't pierce her flesh. He simply held the needle tip against her naked body, wanting to have more fun: "Do it yourself." He leered, looking into her eyes. "

What? Master…" Yuqing was shocked, then lowered her head. Yes, the slave girl understood. He wanted her to offer herself up for the needle to pierce. This was too cruel, but she couldn't disobey. She closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and thrust forward. The needle immediately pierced below her right breast, and she screamed in pain.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Meng flew into a rage, slapping her to the ground. He grabbed a leather whip and lashed her buttocks more than thirty times in one go, shouting: "Insolence!"

Yuqing was stunned. Seeing that she still didn't understand, Zhang Meng reached out and pinched her nipple hard. She immediately understood and hurriedly knelt down, repeatedly saying, "This slave knows her mistake, this slave knows her mistake, please let this slave start over, Master." "

Alright, considering it's your first offense, I'll allow you to try again."

It turned out that Zhang Meng thought the steel needle was inserted in the wrong place, resulting in a poor effect.

Yuqing slowly stood up. This time, the rule was that she not only had to prick herself, but she also had to prick her most sensitive spot: her nipple.

Yuqing's breasts were like large, ripe peaches, and the red bud on her nipple was the spot to be pierced. She straightened her chest, aimed at another steel needle in Zhang Meng's hand, and then thrust her body forward. The steel needle pierced about two inches deep into the tip of her right nipple with a hiss. She gasped in pain. About an inch of the steel needle remained outside, and she had to continue. So, amidst Zhang Meng's lewd laughter, Yuqing gritted her teeth and slowly pushed it in, until the entire steel needle was inserted into her breast. She was covered in sweat from the pain.

She asked in a trembling voice, "Master, shall we also stab my left nipple?"

Zhang Meng lashed her back with his whip: "Is that even a question?"

Yu Qing dared not delay. She quickly handed Zhang Meng another steel needle, then cupped her left breast in her hands and brought it close to the needle in Zhang Meng's hand, aiming at the nipple and stabbing it in. Thus, her left breast suffered the same torture. After the stabbing, tears streamed down her face, but she still dared not relax. She tried her best to hold back her two injured breasts and asked Zhang Meng in a trembling voice, "Will my breasts be tortured further?"

Gazing at her breasts, each containing a steel needle, swaying before his eyes, and listening to the beautiful woman's moans, Zhang Meng felt immense pleasure. He stretched out his hands, forcing her to offer her breasts for him to grasp, kneading and pulling them with abandon. Then, he swung his palms, slapping her breasts wildly, the heavy breasts flying up and down, left and right, the steel needles piercing her flesh. Yu Qing screamed in agony, but she couldn't back down; she had to endure the humiliation, her breasts thrusting forward. Zhang Meng continued this for over half an hour before stopping, his hands exhausted.

Sitting in a chair, panting, two maids rushed forward, one massaging his body, the other rubbing his hands. Yu Qing got a brief rest, but she remained kneeling at his feet.

Zhang Meng said, "This is just the beginning. How about it? If you're scared, if you regret it, I can let you go back, and our agreement will be canceled."

"No, no," Yuqing shook her head resolutely, tears welling in her eyes. "Master, whatever you want to do, this slave

will accept it all!" "Very well!" Zhang Meng laughed loudly, his voice like thunder. He thanked heaven for bestowing upon him such a remarkable woman, allowing him to enjoy a rare and blissful life. He stripped off his clothes, revealing his

massive, cannon-like penis: "I'm going to enjoy your cunt first, understand?" The slave understood. Yuqing was startled by his enormous penis. She dared not delay and immediately knelt at his feet in a humiliating posture, spreading her legs as wide as possible to expose her delicate labia and anus for easier penetration: "Please, Master."

Zhang Meng held a whip in one hand and an iron clamp in the other. His enormous penis slowly penetrated her amidst her painful groans, reaching all the way to her uterus. She struggled to support his large body with her snow-white buttocks, moving up and down so that he could enjoy the pleasure of thrusting without effort. Zhang Meng's hands were not idle; he rained blows of leather whip across her snow-white back, and repeatedly clamped her flesh with iron clamps, pulling it outwards.

One hundred, two hundred, three hundred… Zhang Meng's penis throbbed with pleasure, while Yu Qing screamed shrilly beneath him. The pleasure in her vagina and the pain in her body tormented her together. Bright red blood and milky vaginal fluid flowed simultaneously from her inner thighs, her large breasts and strands of hair dancing together… All of this created a tragically beautiful picture of torture, which excited and delighted Zhang Meng immensely.

After about seven hundred thrusts, Zhang Meng began to feel a strong urge to ejaculate. Yu Qing also sensed the impending final blow from his increasingly rapid breathing. She braced herself, steadied herself, and prepared to accept even more painful torment. Zhang Meng dropped the whip and iron clamps, freeing his hands to grab her large breasts, still pierced by two steel needles, from below. He violently thrust into her genitals, tearing and squeezing her breasts with all his might, roaring with intense ecstasy. Yu Qing was almost thrown into the air, blood splattering from her nipples. At this point, she felt neither pain nor pleasure, only a feeling of being plunged into an abyss, unable to breathe. After about forty thrusts, Zhang Meng let out a long howl, and a large amount of hot semen gushed out, rushing towards her uterus. Yu Qing could no longer hold on, her naked body collapsing beneath Zhang Meng with this final blow. Zhang

Meng felt a pleasurable sensation, as if in a dream. Yu Qing, however, felt as if she had endured purgatory.

After more than two hours of intense activity, he now needed to replenish his energy. He leaned back in his chair and beckoned. A maidservant immediately brought him a bowl of his treasured Seven-Whip Tonic Wine, which he drank in one gulp. Another maidservant hurriedly removed her top, revealing her abundant breasts, and offered her nipples to Zhang Meng's mouth. Zhang Meng closed his eyes, sucking on the sweet milk while enjoying the massage from the other maidservant. After about half an hour of relaxation, his vital energy surged, and his enormous penis became erect again.

Zhang Meng squinted at the still-breathing female body on the ground, pondering how to play with her next. He had a particular fondness for the art of sadomasochism, and he had tortured more than ten female captives and slaves to death. But only today had he encountered a woman like Yu Qing, who was not only beautiful but also physically strong and extremely resilient to torture. What was even more remarkable was that this woman had made a life-or-death pact with him, willingly accepting all his humiliation and abuse. This was completely different from the passive suffering of other women who were captured and brought to be tortured. He now wanted to test the woman's tolerance for torture. He planned to use every form of cruelty to break her will within three days, forcing her to terminate their agreement. This way, he would not only enjoy himself physically but also achieve mental victory, and could then destroy the stronghold to avenge his brother.

For Yuqing, however, she needed even stronger willpower to endure the pain while adhering to the agreement, ensuring Zhang Meng felt pleasure and enjoyment during his torture and rape. If he was unhappy, he had the right to terminate the agreement, meaning the stronghold would be destroyed, and her suffering would be in vain. Therefore, ensuring Zhang Meng's pleasure was her sole objective.

Yuqing was the clan chief's daughter, having attended a girls' school in the provincial capital for several years. Because of her beauty, education, and status as the clan chief's daughter, she held a high position in the stronghold and was the dream girl of many young men. Despite her father's objections, she married a young man from the city at the age of 20. However, this man turned out to be a notorious swindler and lecher. Using his position as the clan chief's son-in-law, he seduced young women in the village, resulting in five women becoming pregnant. Even worse, he sold ten village women into prostitution thousands of miles away. When his schemes were exposed, the young man was beaten to death by the enraged villagers. Yuqing suffered immense emotional trauma. Deeply remorseful, she felt she had let down the elders of the village and her own father. Therefore, during this crisis for the village, she resolutely stepped forward, wanting to use her own blood to wash away the pain she had caused.

In the year following her marriage to the young man, Yuqing also suffered greatly physically. She hadn't expected him to be not only a swindler but also a sadist, and she endured countless forms of abuse from him. This experience taught her about the various perverse behaviors of sadists and how to cater to their desires. During this ordeal with Zhang Meng, she unknowingly used these insights to try and please him.

The torture of Yuqing continued.

Zhang Meng tied her thumbs together and hung her from the rafters, her toes barely off the ground. He then made her count: he would bite her once, and she would count. He bit her back, arms, chest, and buttocks relentlessly, a total of one hundred bites. She counted one hundred times, her body now covered in teeth marks. Finally, he said he would bite her two more times, ordering a maid to lift one of her legs high, exposing her genitals. He then bit down on her extremely delicate thigh, pulling hard and holding on for a long time. Yuqing cried out in pain, "Master, just bite off that flesh! This slave can't take it anymore! Ah…" With a scream, he finally bit off a bloody piece of flesh. Then, he bit off flesh from the base of her other thigh. The scene was extremely gruesome; even the maid beside him closed her eyes, unable to bear watching.

Next, he sprinkled salt water on her battered naked body… He whipped the soles of her feet with bamboo strips… He made her kneel on gravel for an enema… He whipped her genitals with her legs spread… In total, he used more than twenty sets of torture instruments, continuing the torture for fourteen hours until 11 p.m., when Zhang Meng was completely exhausted and he finally stopped the first day of abuse.

Zhang Meng ordered the maid to wash her body clean, apply a special wound medicine made by the army, and feed her two large bowls of ginseng soup. After she had eaten and drunk her fill, her energy recovered somewhat. According to Zhang Meng's orders, she could not lie down to sleep that night; she had to sit on the bed, holding Zhang Meng's head on her breasts, and serve him to sleep. This was something that maids used to do.

She carefully served him, and soon he fell asleep on her breasts. Looking at the man in her arms, thinking about the endless and boundless torture he would inflict on her the next day, her heart ached unbearably. However, despite the immense suffering he inflicted upon her, she didn't hate him, for she saw it as a transaction: he stopped the slaughter, and she offered her body. His torment of her was simply a way of getting what he deserved. Moreover, having immersed herself deeply in the role of a slave throughout the day, servility had seeped into her subconscious, and she had unconsciously come to regard Zhang Meng as her master.

The next day: The humiliation of self-inflicted torture.

By the time she awoke the next morning, it was clear that Yuqing's wounds had healed considerably, and her spirits were high; her constitution had indeed withstood the abuse.

Zhang Meng told her that each of the past three days had been more painful than the last. She believed him and secretly commanded herself not to back down, but to persevere until her death.

The next day, Zhang Meng changed his tactics. He first ordered two maids to lie naked on the ground, and then sat on them, freely biting and pinching them to torture them. Then, staring at the equally naked Yuqing, he issued command after command. "

Nail your breasts to the stool," was the first command of the day.

"Ah…" Yuqing exclaimed in surprise, "Master is going to do this…

Is that not allowed?!"

"Of course it is," Zhang Meng replied. "Master can come up with new ways to torture his female slaves, as long as he's happy, the more pain the slaves suffer, the better." Yuqing understood that only by saying this would Zhang Meng be pleased.

She picked up two five-inch-long iron nails, took a hammer, and went to a wooden stool. She gently stroked her firm, snow-white breasts for a while, feeling a pang of sorrow at the thought that these beautiful breasts, once her greatest pride, would soon be destroyed by her own hands. Tears welled up in her eyes. She bent down, preparing to place her breasts on the stool to be nailed, but a problem arose: due to the stool's height, if she knelt, her breasts wouldn't be high enough; if she stood up, they were too far from the stool. She could only place her breasts on the stool in an extremely unstable half-kneeling, half-standing position. Then, she held an iron nail in her left hand, pressing it against her left breast, and raised a hammer in her right.

Zhang Meng, watching this scene of beautiful woman being tortured, was incredibly excited. He couldn't help but pinch the maid's nipples hard while shouting, "What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and nail them in!" "

Yes, Master!" Yu Qing hurriedly replied.

She closed her eyes, and the hammer struck swiftly and forcefully. With a loud thud, the nail pierced her breast and embedded itself in the stool, shaping her large left breast into a concave shape. She screamed in agony and fainted from the pain.

However, only a few seconds later, as she lost control and slumped onto the stool, the nailed left breast was pulled, and the intense pain immediately brought her back to consciousness. She struggled to press down on her right breast with another nail, and with another blow, both breasts were firmly nailed to the stool. Blood gushed from the nails, staining the stool red.

Although Yuqing had mentally prepared herself for the severe damage her breasts would suffer, the torture she was experiencing today was still unimaginable.

"Haha, this is so satisfying!" Zhang Meng laughed wildly.

Yuqing remained half-kneeling and half-standing beside the stool, afraid to move, for even the slightest movement would aggravate the wounds on her breasts, bringing unbearable pain. But Zhang Meng had no intention of letting her remove the nails. He wanted her to remain in this unstable position for a long time, enduring the agonizing pain second by second. While admiring this masochistic scene of a beautiful woman before him, he would occasionally whip her body with a leather whip. This continued for nearly an hour, until her legs trembled, and she repeatedly fainted and woke up in pain. Only then did he allow her to remove the nails herself. After removing the two bloody nails, Yuqing fainted again from the pain. A maid quickly cleaned her wounds with wound medicine. "

Stuff that iron ball into your cunt!" As soon as Yuqing woke up, Zhang Meng gave his second order of the day.

Yuqing turned her head and saw the iron ball on a table, about the size of a fist, dark and covered with iron spikes of varying lengths. How much pain would her vagina have to endure to insert this thing into her delicate, narrow vagina? She took the iron ball in her hand, hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and said to Zhang Meng, "

This slave dares to beg Master to postpone using this torture on me."

"How dare you negotiate with me! If you can't give me a satisfactory reason today, I'll cancel our agreement!"

Yu Qing was terrified, hurriedly kowtowing twice, saying, "

This slave deserves to die! What this slave means is that Master hasn't enjoyed this slave's cunt yet. If that iron ball is inserted, my vagina will widen, and when Master wants to enjoy it later, my vagina won't be able to tightly grip Master's treasure, making it comfortable for Master to play with. It's better to fuck this slave first, then torture that place later.

" "Oh, you've thought of everything for Master. Haha, that's a good suggestion, I'll do as you say."

Yu Qing breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. She crawled in front of Zhang Meng's penis, ready to raise her buttocks for rape, but he waved his hand: "Wait." He pinched her pink face, stood up, and lewdly said, "Use your little mouth first."

"Yes, Master." Yuqing quickly tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and took his penis into her mouth, sucking it vigorously.

"Deeper," Zhang Meng commanded.

"Mmm..." Yuqing responded, trying to take the penis even deeper, down to the base of her tongue. However, because it was so long, it was only halfway in.

Zhang Meng pinched her breast wound hard. He roared, "Not deep enough!"

Yuqing almost fainted from the pain. She desperately pushed the penis into her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. She felt nauseous and almost vomited. She tried to control her nausea and opened her mouth as wide as possible so that his penis could thrust freely in and out of her mouth. Zhang Meng looked down at the beautiful face of the female slave beneath him and thrust faster and faster. After about three hundred thrusts, his semen finally gushed out, all of it shooting into the female slave's mouth. Yuqing almost choked. She held her breath and swallowed the semen mouthful by mouthful, not daring to miss a drop. Finally, she licked the penis clean.

Afterwards, Zhang Meng, as usual, drank a bowl of Seven-Whip Tonic Wine. Two maids took turns breastfeeding him, but perhaps due to the exertion, his penis still hadn't become erect after a while. Zhang Meng pushed the two maids away and said to Yu Qing, "I'll give you ten minutes. You must find a way to get my 'mountain cannon' up again."

"Yes, Master, I understand," Yu Qing replied. She crawled to his side, gently rubbing his penis with her hand while licking his entire body with her tender tongue. At the same time, she made seductive panting sounds. Soon, his penis indeed became erect again.

He cried out, "I can't take it anymore! Quickly, give me your cunt!"

"Yes, Master, please use it." She quickly spread her legs and lay on her back. He pressed his entire body against her, habitually biting a piece of flesh on the maid's shoulder first. Then, using both his teeth and penis, he thrust in immediately, pumping hundreds more times into the female slave's vagina until his semen filled it again…

After these two acts of rape, it was time for the genital torture.

Yuqing picked up the iron ball from the ground, stroking the iron spikes on its surface. Thinking about this coarse thing being inserted into her body, her vagina involuntarily tightened, and her whole body trembled. She took a deep breath, knelt before Zhang Meng, who was lying in the maid's arms suckling milk, and said, "Master, may this slave begin?" "Begin," Zhang Meng waved his hand.

So, she sat on the ground, spread her legs, parted her large labia, and inserted the iron ball into her vagina. The moment the iron spikes touched the vaginal opening, a sharp pain shot through her, and blood flowed out. She thought: Since my genitals will be ruined sooner or later anyway, I'll just have to endure the pain. I have no other choice. Thinking it over, she gritted her teeth and desperately shoved the iron ball inside. Her vagina was instantly a bloody mess. After several minutes, the ball was finally fully inserted. She was in excruciating pain, her lips white and her whole body trembling. Tears streaming down her face, she said, "Master, I've inserted the iron ball. Please check." "

Very good," Zhang Meng stepped forward and ordered, "Let me kick this slut three times and see if the iron ball can be kicked out."

The pain of having the iron ball inserted was already unbearable; to be kicked several more times was cruel, but she had no choice but to endure it. "

Yes, Master, please kick as much as you like." Yu Qing struggled to raise her genitals to make it easier for him to kick.

Zhang Meng raised his foot and kicked her genitals with all his might, sending her flying two feet away. She screamed in agony, then, without delay, quickly adjusted her position, raising her genitals again for him to kick. Three kicks followed, making her genitals and internal organs feel as if they were about to explode. She fainted again from the pain.

Zhang Meng sat back down on the flesh chair formed from the maid's body. After she woke up, he said, "

Slave girl, I heard that the women in your mountain village are all good at singing and dancing, is that right?" "

Yes, the women in the village have to practice singing and dancing from a young age..." At this point, Yu Qing felt a chill run down her spine: "Does Master want the slave girl to dance?"

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