Diao Chan in danger

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Diao Chan had been walking silently since leaving the mansion. After a while, Zi Xi couldn't help but ask, "Miss, shall we go back to Master's?"

"Go back if you want, I'll never go back."

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"I...I don't want to say."

"Even if Zi Xi begs you, Miss," she cried, "I'm pregnant. Where else can we go if not Master?"

"What did you say? Is it Dong Zhuo's or Fengxian's?"

"I don't know..."

"Then you go back. I'll go alone."

"No, what if Lü Bu regrets it and sends people to hunt us down?" "He won't regret it," Diao Chan said firmly.

Zi Xi seemed to understand something and stopped talking, quietly following behind Diao Chan, though she didn't know where her mistress was going. Along the way, the two sold some of their jewelry, so they had enough silver. They left Yanzhou and headed towards Pingyuan City. Months later, on the outskirts of the plains, as the two sat down to rest, Zixi finally couldn't help but ask, "Miss, why have we traveled so far to come here? I don't want to give birth to my child in the countryside..."

"I've heard that Liu Bei, the Imperial Uncle of Pingyuan, is a man who cares for his people. It should be alright for us to seek refuge with him. Didn't Fengxian say he wanted to find a wise ruler to follow? Maybe he'll come too." "Oh, little beauties, waiting for someone? Who could it be?"

Suddenly, a disheveled Yellow Turban bandit sprang out from a nearby haystack, grinning as he approached them. Upon closer inspection, he leered, "Hehehe, so you're two such beautiful girls!" "Don't come near us!" Zixi cried out in terror.

"When I was fighting for King Zhang Jiao, no one dared to say 'don' to me, you stinking woman!" With that, he roughly tore off Zi Xi's sash, and his large, calloused hands reached inside her clothes, groping her indiscriminately. Zixi, her eyes tightly shut, cried out, "No, no!" "Shut up, stop crying like a mourner!"

"Don't touch her!" Diaochan shouted, forcing herself to remain calm. "If you want to touch her, touch me! Let her go!" The Yellow Turban bandit paused, his lustful eyes scanning Diaochan. "Hmm, you're a thousand times more beautiful than that woman. It would be a waste not to have you."

He tossed Zixi aside, pulled a rope from his robes, and lewdly said, "Little lady, my darling, if you want to save your friend, you'd better obey me. Let me tie you up and have my way with you!" As he spoke, he tightly bound Diaochan's hands behind her back. "As for your friend, she's a beauty too. How could I let this piece of meat slip through my fingers? Neither of you will escape today!!!

Hahahaha!"

"You lecherous scoundrel!!! You can do whatever you want to me, but you can't even spare a pregnant woman!!!" "Pregnant woman?" The Yellow Turban bandit glanced at Zixi a few more times, "If you hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have noticed that this bitch's belly is a bit big. Hehe, my wife was raped to death by the rebel army before she even got pregnant, so today I'll taste this pregnant woman first. As for you, don't rush, the best is saved for last, you can just take a look first."

After saying that, he quickly stripped off Zixi's clothes and began to greedily suckle her full breasts.

Zixi had grown up in a wealthy family's mansion and was very well-developed. Her large breasts were perfectly elastic when the Yellow Turban bandit touched and kissed them.

"Haha, I didn't expect a pregnant woman's breasts to be so responsive."

Diaochan looked at Zixi helplessly. Zixi's brownish-red nipples were already erect and trembling. The Yellow Turban bandit's large hands grasped her two large breasts, one on each side, and squeezed them together. Then, he thrust his thick, purple penis into the deep cleavage and began to pump back and forth.

"Uh...no...ah..."

Zixi was sweating profusely from the discomfort, saying no, but clear, lustful fluid kept flowing from her vaginal opening.

"Ah...mmm...this little wench is really tough!"

The Yellow Turban bandit's breathing became heavier, and his movements became correspondingly faster. After pumping for a while, he used his left hand to squeeze both breasts at the same time, freeing his right hand to forcefully insert it into Zixi's vagina, thrusting back and forth. Because of the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, not only was it easy to go in and out, but there was also a slightly itchy feeling.

"Ah...mmm...faster..."

Zixi no longer cared about being raped, and lewd sounds kept coming out of her mouth. The Yellow Turban bandit hadn't enjoyed such a delicious experience in a long time, and he couldn't resist Zixi's moans. He simply used all his strength to shove his penis into Zixi's mouth, and a pungent, fishy liquid sprayed in. Zixi felt nauseous and had no choice but to swallow most of the sticky substance.

Seeing this, Diaochan's heart was in her throat; she could barely bear to watch. She only hoped the Yellow Turban rebel would stop with Zixi and vent his remaining lust on herself. But Zixi's suffering wasn't over. After ejaculating, the Yellow Turban rebel's penis quickly became hard again. He rubbed his engorged glans against Zixi's clitoris incessantly. Zixi felt a burning sensation inside her vagina rush to her head, but the Yellow Turban rebel wouldn't penetrate her. Only when she cried out in agony again did the Yellow Turban rebel teasingly ask, "How was it? My skills weren't bad, were they? Now, are you going to say no?"

Zixi was too excited to speak, only shaking her head frantically. The Yellow Turban bandit asked with satisfaction, "Do you want my darling to fuck your cunt?"

She nodded recklessly. Only then did the Yellow Turban bandit use his glans to pry open her slightly softened labia. The purplish-red glans was enveloped by the warm flesh, and even just a small part of it was enough to make one feel like they were in a dream. The Yellow Turban bandit finally couldn't hold back and thrust his thick, hard penis into Zixi's vagina, fucking her mercilessly. Suddenly, Zixi cried out in pain, "It hurts so much!!! No more, pull it out!!! It hurts so much!"

Hearing this, Diaochan, who had already closed her eyes, couldn't help but look at her. She saw dark red blood seeping from where the Yellow Turban bandit and she were joined. Diaochan's first thought was about the child! She struggled to her feet and shouted, "Stop! You'll kill her! She's pregnant!" The Yellow Turban bandit was engrossed in his fucking and had no time to care about Diaochan's cries or Zixi's life or death. Zixi was in physical pain, but Diaochan was in anguish. She desperately rushed forward, trying to shove the Yellow Turban bandits aside with her body. But how could a frail woman's strength compare to that of a burly man? With a single shove, the Yellow Turban bandits sent Diaochan's head crashing to the ground, knocking her unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, Diaochan slowly awoke. The painful cries of Zixi were no longer in her ears; instead, she heard the voices of men. She struggled to open her eyes and vaguely saw a short sword beside her.

"I must save Zixi, no matter what! I can't let her fall into the hands of those lecherous bandits again!" Diaochan thought groggily, quietly picking up the short sword and suddenly stabbing it at the nearest man. Although he dodged in time, saving his life, the sharp tip of the sword still left a bloody gash on his arm.

Diao Chan didn't stop there. She swung her short sword almost frantically, screaming in anguish, "I won't let you hurt Zi Xi again! You killed her child, I'll make you pay with your life!" The injured man reacted quickly, skillfully dodging the thrusts and subduing Diao Chan. Zi Xi, who had been standing nearby, stepped forward and cried out, "Miss! Don't kill them! They... they are our saviors!"

Diao Chan was still somewhat delirious. She raised her cloudy, tearful eyes and barely managed to look at the man whose arm was still bleeding, but she couldn't utter a word. The man said calmly, "Young lady, you are no longer in danger. You don't need to be so nervous."

"You are..." Diao Chan wanted to ask something, but she was too weak to speak.

"My surname is Zhao, and my given name is Yun."

[The End]

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