Traveling through time in a time machine to rape ancient beauties

I'm a 22-year-old high-energy physics researcher at the Chinese Academy of Sciences. A child prodigy

, I'm already a prodigy PhD. My day job involves researching a top-secret Chinese government project—a time machine. But privately, I'm a guy with a strong sex drive and no girlfriend.
My doctoral supervisor is a lecherous old man, also without a wife, but definitely a top-tier high-energy physicist in China.
Our time travel project has achieved a major breakthrough, something the authorities didn't anticipate. Because those people never had much hope for this project. Just before we decided to report to our superiors, I had the idea of secretly using the machine to travel to ancient times. Since it's the culmination of my wisdom, it's understandable to have some fun before handing it over to the country.

One dark and stormy night, I found the lab key, crept into the machine—which was actually just a recliner. I'd lie down, input the destination's time code, and go.

My doctoral supervisor probably doesn't know about my plan yet. Because I realized that no one in this field could technically monitor or stop me now, I could go back in time and do whatever I wanted. And without any responsibility—how wonderful! This meant I could finally realize my long-held dream—to have an ancient woman deflower my little brother!

I calmed myself down, entered a string of numbers, closed my eyes, and suddenly everything went black as I fell into an abyss. When I woke up, I was still lying in the time-travel chair, but I had been transported from the laboratory to a desert. I realized I was in ancient times. I found a mound of earth to hide my chair and began to look around.

It seemed to be a very distant and desolate era, with an official road leading to a distant city. Yellow sand swirled in the air as a caravan slowly approached. That's right! This was Wang Zhaojun's caravan heading to the border; it must be the Western Han Dynasty now! Just thinking about meeting one of the Four Beauties of ancient China, Zhaojun, made my little brother unconsciously hard.

That night, the caravan camped out and set up tents. The largest tent definitely wasn't where the princess lived. I quietly approached the one with the most guards, waiting in a corner outside the door. Soon, a maid came out to empty the chamber pot, and I quickly pulled her into a corner and knocked her unconscious. I changed into a maid's clothes. Although I'm not exactly feminine, I'm considered pretty today, and those Western Han guards, battered by the sandstorm, wouldn't notice me at all.

Entering the tent, I found it elegantly furnished, a classic Jiangnan style from the Central Plains. The princess was behind the inner curtain, out of sight. Strangely, the other maid inside didn't recognize me—quite amusing. After midnight, I guessed the princess was asleep, and the little maid opposite her also looked drowsy. I was secretly excited. Action!

I found a sword on the wall and used the scabbard to knock the maid unconscious. Now, only Wang Zhaojun and I were in the tent. I closed the door tightly and carefully locked it. I slipped into the pale purple curtain.

I immediately saw Wang Zhaojun sleeping sweetly on the bed. She was indeed a great beauty; her beautiful hair covered her oval face, and her delicate nose was exposed. I couldn't help but feel a surge of lust. I took out the cloth I had prepared and tightened it behind her head, firmly gagging her mouth so she couldn't utter a sound. She was clearly startled; her eyes widened in terror as she struggled desperately, but being a weak woman, she couldn't resist my brute force.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling her, and pressed down hard to prevent her from moving. She kicked her legs frantically, but couldn't push me off. I tore a piece of purple cloth from the headboard and tied Zhaojun's hands to the hook on the wall in front of the bed where the sword hung. Wang Zhaojun was helpless. Now she could only kick her legs wildly, but because I was on top of her, it was all in vain. She couldn't make a sound either, only letting out muffled moans.

I took a good look at Wang Zhaojun and found that the historical records describing her as beautiful were indeed true. She had a slender waist, a very beautiful face, and especially her eyes, though now they were looking at me with boundless fear. I started licking down her snow-white neck, then kissed her shoulder. Suddenly, I ripped off her bodice, and her nipples sprang out. I was incredibly aroused and started biting and pinching them. Wang Zhaojun was in agony, moaning softly, but she couldn't do anything about it. She must have been wondering where this strange man had come from.

My penis was throbbing. I parted Zhaojun's legs, pulled down her inner skirt, and revealed a delicate little vulva. While playing with her pubic hair, I pulled out my penis and rubbed it against her face. Then, I playfully straddled Zhaojun's shoulders, pressing my hips against her fair neck, rubbing the head of my penis against her nipple. When I felt a slight tingling sensation, I rolled over, biting her nipple with my front teeth and stimulating it with my tongue. My lower body aimed at her vulva, rubbing it incessantly from the outside. Finally, after aiming, I howled and thrust in violently.

Tears welled up in Wang Zhaojun's eyes instantly; she must have been in excruciating pain. With each of my intense thrusts, she made muffled moaning sounds. My movements were fierce and frantic, like pounding onions; the bed creaked, and Zhaojun's body swayed with my rhythm. I saw despair in her eyes.

Finally, with a final, powerful thrust, I ejaculated inside her, stood up, and surveyed my spoils: Wang Zhaojun, the Han princess originally offered to the Xiongnu king, was now naked, her eyes swollen from crying, her underwear torn to shreds, slumped on the ground, her face covered in saliva and filth. Semen was still gushing from her vagina. My plan to lose my virginity had finally been realized on one of the Four Beauties, bingo!

It was now the next morning. I had been with her all night, but how was I going to get out? There were guards everywhere. What if Wang Zhaojun broke free and sent men to kill me? After much deliberation, I decided that killing Wang Zhaojun was the only option. It would be a pity for such a beautiful woman; after all, beauty is fleeting. I drew my sword, aimed it at her swollen and red vulva, which I had already penetrated. I glanced at her; Zhaojun was probably unconscious, unresponsive. With a heavy heart, I plunged the sword in. Zhaojun let out a terrible scream, her pupils went black, and blood, mixed with the previous vaginal fluid, flowed all over the ground. The sword hilt protruded from her vulva, a truly pitiful sight. A princess, raped and murdered just like that.

I wiped away the blood, changed into a maid's clothes, found a chamber pot, and pretended to leave. The soldiers outside must have changed shifts, completely unaware of the bloodbath inside. I went to a secluded spot, quickly found an ancient garment I had stolen, changed into it, and slipped out of the camp. I didn't dare breathe, running all the way back to the mound of earth, found a chair, and quickly disappeared.

After inputting another set of data, time and space shifted again. I woke up to find myself in the Qing Dynasty. Luckily, I was prepared; I had brought a fake whip prop borrowed from a classmate at drama school. Since I was in the Qing Dynasty, I had to mess with Empress Dowager Cixi. In my time, Cixi was still young. I walked to the roadside, flagged down a carriage, and paid a glass cup to be taken into the capital (glass was rare then). Of course, I brought my time-traveling chair with me. I had been to Beijing before and knew the layout of the Forbidden City. I waited at the corner tower for several days and finally caught a young eunuch. Eunuchs are greedy, so I used a few gadgets that didn't exist at the time to trick him into entering the palace.

Finally, I arrived outside Cixi's palace. I peeked out and saw her masturbating! No wonder, with so many concubines, the Emperor didn't have time to come often. I pushed open the door and went inside. "Who goes there?!" She seemed startled. "I am Niu Er, a humble commoner, entrusted by someone," I said as I pounced on her. Cixi seemed quite lewd indeed, surprisingly quite proactive. It seemed she really thought I was some eunuch's male favorite.

Soon, Cixi and I were both completely naked. I rolled onto her, my swollen member rubbing and rubbing against her vulva. Cixi probably couldn't resist any longer; she arched her back and twisted wildly in rhythm with me. Suddenly, it seemed to slip inside. She let out a soft cry and reached out to wrap her arms around my waist.

I felt it was very tight inside, and my penis was squeezed painfully, but there was also an intensely pleasurable itch amidst the pain. I tried to slowly push forward, but suddenly a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. It turned out that Cixi had bitten my shoulder hard. After a while, Cixi's breathing became heavier, and I could see her face was flushed. One of her hands kept scratching at my buttocks. I was also unbearably engorged and felt that only by continuing forward could I relieve this discomfort. I slid down forcefully, pressing Cixi's head down at the same time, and used my tongue to find her mouth and enter. It seemed to encounter some resistance, but I didn't care and thrust through in one go. Cixi let out a whimper, her teeth biting my lips desperately, and her long fingernails digging deeply into my shoulder.

I felt an intense pleasure, as if my penis had reached its peak. The hand that was gripping my shoulder gradually loosened and slid down to my waist. My hands grasped her two small breasts and began to slowly move up and down, and her waist began to follow my movements. At that moment, I felt a tingling numbness in my lower abdomen, and my penis began to tremble violently, ejaculating a considerable amount of semen. Then I collapsed onto Cixi, panting heavily, feeling both satisfied and terrified.

"My dear, I'll reward you today," she said. So, about ten minutes later, I left the palace with the silver notes.

Where to go next? I chose Chongqing in 1949. I wanted to go to the Zhazidong Concentration Camp to meet Comrade Jiang Jie, whom I had admired since childhood.
The road up the mountain was difficult. Using the silver notes given to me by Cixi, I withdrew a large sum of money from the Bank of China in Chongqing. Isn't that strange? Haha, you lack historical knowledge, don't you? The predecessor of the Bank of China was the Qing Dynasty Bank, and the predecessor of the Qing Dynasty Bank was the Ministry of Revenue Bank, a product of the Self-Strengthening Movement. In 1948, during the Kuomintang era, the Bank of China allowed withdrawals, and besides, such antiques only appreciated in value. I said it was an heirloom, and the huge sum was in my hands. Then I found the best hotel in Chongqing, furnished my precious chair, hired a sedan chair, and went to the Zhazidong Concentration Camp.

The Kuomintang was damn corrupt; a few bills were all it took to get me in. I said I had relatives who died at the hands of the Communists and needed to interrogate Jiang Jie alone. These guards, once

they had the money, didn't care what I did inside. Ha! I sat in the interrogation room, and then they brought Jiang Jie in, tied her to the interrogation chair, and left, closing the door. I guess they took my money to find prostitutes in the city, and no one bothered me anymore. It was already night, and in this dark, secluded room, no one would notice what I did.
Jiang Jie was much more elegant than I had imagined. Although not a beauty, she had the demeanor of a mature woman, which was exactly what I had in mind.
She entered with a revolutionary air of unwavering resolve, still wearing that blue cheongsam, exuding dignity even when bound.

"You...you're the Jiang Jie they've been talking about?" I tried to control my desire.

"Hmph, so what if I am?" She sneered, clearly disdainful.

"Actually, my purpose here isn't to get you to confess anything, just to get you to say one thing: I betrayed the Communist Party." I tried to provoke her.

"Ha, do you think our revolutionary will is so weak?" She clearly thought I was another interrogator.

"Fine, you won't talk, will you? You'll regret it later."

"You've used up all your tricks, let's see what else you reactionaries have up your sleeve!" She appeared righteous and indignant. Little did she know, disaster was imminent.

Jiang Jie's hands and feet were restrained, her limbs spread out. I grabbed her hair, picked up a two-liter bottle of water from the table, and forced it into her mouth. At first, she refused to drink, but I forced a lot down her throat.

Then I started licking Jiang Jie's cheeks with my tongue. She turned her head away, refusing to let me lick her, so I pried her cheeks open and forcefully kissed her lips. She pursed her lips tightly, and I took the opportunity to lick her nose and chin with my tongue. Jiang Jie's eyes were tightly closed, she held her breath, her face covered in my saliva, still unaware of what I was about to do.

"Hmph, the show has only just begun," I grinned maliciously.
"Reactionaries never have a good end... Ah..." Jiang Jie couldn't help but retort, but I was just waiting for her to open her mouth, because once she did, I would have my chance. I swiftly pried open her teeth, grabbed an iron frame, and shoved it into her mouth, so her teeth couldn't close, exposing her soft tongue to me.
"Hahaha~" I chuckled lewdly and brought my mouth close, first kissing her lips, then thrusting my tongue inside. Her tongue tried desperately to retreat, but couldn't reach her throat; it was caught by my tongue, intertwining with hers. I snapped my teeth, biting a piece of her tongue, then pulled out the iron chain and slapped her across the face. I saw Sister Jiang glaring at me with hatred, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.

I tightened the chains, stretching Sister Jiang's limbs completely out of control. I began to caress Sister Jiang's body through her clothes, then started unbuttoning her clothes.
"Ah! You, what do you want to do?!" This was the first time I'd seen Sister Jiang show fear.
"Hehe, nothing, just playing with you, my revolutionary comrade," I said, tearing open her collar, exposing her neck and chest.
"Bastard...you..." Sister Jiang's limbs were bound, powerless to resist.
I ripped off her bra, and her two large breasts sprang out,
soft to the touch. I began to fondle Jiang Jie's breasts; her nipples flushed red. I gently bit one nipple with my teeth, and it stood erect. "Wow, your nipples are erect!" I hugged Jiang Jie's body, sucking, playing with, and licking them incessantly.
"No, stop, you bastard reactionary!!" Jiang Jie's cheeks were flushed, both angry and ashamed. She struggled incessantly, her waist twisting wildly.
I pulled out a knife and slashed open her cheongsam from top to bottom. Jiang Jie screamed, her lower body fully exposed.
I tore off her panties, smelling a strong, pungent odor; she must have been imprisoned for a long time without the means to bathe.
"You lecherous devil, you perverted reactionary!" The more Jiang Jie struggled, the more violently she twisted her hips, and my lust rose higher and higher.
"Let me help you wash," I said, picking up some water and a towel to wipe Jiang Jie's genitals. I noticed her vulva was still very tender; she must have been too busy with the revolution to have time for romance and was still a virgin.
"Ah ... Jiang Jie was clearly startled, and suddenly, her urine flowed uncontrollably. "Wahhhhh!" Jiang Jie could no longer hold back and began to wail loudly. After all, it was too shameful; she had lost all her dignity and self-respect. I quickly pulled down my pants, erected my penis, and pressed it against Jiang Jie's vulva, rubbing her labia incessantly. Jiang Jie's urine was still gushing out, and our lower bodies were both soaked. My pubic hair, wet with her urine, rubbed up and down her pubic area. My hands gripped her snow-white back, my chest pressed against her soft breasts, and my mouth licked her neck and shoulders—it felt incredibly good. Jiang Jie was panting heavily, tears streaming down her face, cursing the Kuomintang for being inhuman. I spread Jiang Jie's thighs apart, positioned myself, and Jiang Jie realized what was happening, crying out: "No! No! Please, no!!! " Who cares about you?

My penis tore open the opening and plunged into her vagina, completely breaching

her hymen.
" Aaaaaahh

...

"Jiang Jie trembled violently, groaning and sobbing

uncontrollably. Finally, I pulled out my penis and ejaculated all over her face.

Jiang Jie was covered in scratches, bite marks, and my filth. I knocked her to the ground, sat on her face, and started defecating. I deliberately positioned my anus against her mouth, shoving a mouthful of feces into her mouth. Then, satisfied, I stood up, put on my clothes, and kicked her twice. I believed she had completely broken down; her so-called strong will had vanished.

I dragged Jiang Jie to the cell where rapists were held, and..." He threw her inside, and the lecherous men, who hadn't seen a woman in years, were like wolves, ignoring Jiang Jie's foul mouth. They pounced on her like wild beasts, some biting, some penetrating, some ejaculating, gang-raping her mercilessly. When I went to check on her again in the morning, Jiang Jie was covered in filth, even her hair was stuck together, as if she had been pulled out of a pool of semen. Her eyes were lifeless, and she mumbled something about begging. I knew I had achieved my goal. I immediately changed Jiang Jie's clothes and took her to the revolutionary comrades' cell.

"Jiang Jie! Are you alright?" My comrades looked at me with intense hatred.
"Tell me yourself, do you still believe in the Communist Party?!" I asked her in front of them
. Jiang Jie's eyes were glazed over. She looked at me, then at them, and stared
blankly. I pulled out my penis and smacked her cheek hard. "Think carefully!"
Jiang Jie crawled around on the floor like she had seen a demon, crying out, "I won't let you! Have mercy!!" "
The comrades stared at her in astonishment and anger: 'Sister Jiang, so you're such a coward!'
An angry comrade immediately grabbed Sister Jiang, poured gasoline on her, and set her on fire. 'Our Party doesn't need cowards!'
I looked at Sister Jiang's burning, blackened body, smiled, threw down a copy of 'On the Three Represents in the New Era,' and strode away.

I finally returned to my own era. I woke up at this time of night. I put the machine away and went home to sleep. When I got home, my younger brother was still asleep. I casually flipped through a high school history book on his desk:
During the Western Han Dynasty, Zhaojun went beyond the Great Wall, but the Xiongnu were still not satisfied, and eventually a war broke out.
I knew that was because I killed Zhaojun, and they could only use that little maid as a substitute. How could the Xiongnu king be satisfied with a dinosaur?"

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