Wind enters the demon's lair

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"Splash—!" A full bucket of cold salt water was poured over his head.
His lips pressed tightly together, another bucket was poured from below, the cold water mercilessly rushing into Xiao Feng's nostrils.
"Ugh! Cough...cough," he inhaled some water, coughing convulsively. But then he suddenly raised his head, calmly closing his slender eyes, "Kill me!" His long, handsome face was held high, his unyielding clarity driving the executioners around him to the brink of madness. "Damn it, let's see if you're still tough!!" Loud cracking of whips echoed, and several more striking red welts appeared on Xiao Feng's already battered body!
Ugh, the wounds burned, the prolonged torture almost causing him to faint... But he couldn't give in. He was a dignified constable of the county government; how could he bow down and beg for mercy from these bandits?
"Kill me!" Since I've fallen into your hands, it's my fault for being careless and outmatched. Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. "You want me, Xiao Feng, to beg for mercy and reveal the secret of where the Imperial Sword is kept? Absolutely not!"
However, Xiao Feng's calm smile irritated the man. He was the leader of this black stronghold, always sitting coldly high at the top of the punishment hall, waiting to see the arrogant constables of the yamen bow their heads. But…
he strolled over leisurely, his thinly shaved hair combed back, revealing his shrewd forehead. He extended his fingers, his long nails easily digging into Xiao Feng's wounds, slowly tracing the wound's path downwards. Cruelly, he peeled away the skin barely held together by blood.
"Ugh…" Large beads of sweat rolled down Xiao Feng's face, but even this excruciating pain didn't stop his cold smile. "Come on… do whatever you want, nothing will make me…
" "Still won't talk?" The man's tone was smug and mocking, but Xiao Feng only gave him a cold glance in response.
“Boss, this constable is too stubborn, I… I really have no other choice…” The executioner was drenched in sweat, his hand holding the whip trembling, sweat plastering his forehead.
“If you can endure this level of pain, it seems we have to consider other methods.” The boss frowned slightly, his cold eyes fixed on Xiao Feng’s defiant brows. Good lad, you’re really tenacious, but since you’ve come to Black Stronghold, there are plenty of ways to tear apart your pitiful pride and make you submit!
Fine. Do as you please. No matter what you do, the result will be the same. I will never submit, just kill me, it’ll save you the trouble of torturing me. Xiao Feng opened his eyes, his clear gaze fearlessly staring at the man before him.
“Aren’t you really going to reconsider and tell me?” The boss lifted Xiao Feng’s chin, asking with a contemptuous smile.
Xiao Feng turned his head to the side.
"Good, you've got guts, but you'll regret it later!" The leader turned and strode back to his seat, waving his hand. "Send word to all the brothers to assemble in the square!"
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henchmen grabbed Xiao Feng's arms and dragged him to the ground. From the punishment hall to the square, they had to cross a dirt road full of thorns. The road was full of sharp stones and thorns. Xiao Feng's only remaining pair of silk trousers made a tearing sound on the rough, bumpy ground, leaving a crooked bloodstain.
"Put him down!" The leader waved his hand, and Xiao Feng was thrown to the center of the square. His torn silk trousers were reduced to only a few strands, revealing a glimpse of his bare legs. His fair and slender legs were covered with scratches that oozed blood. The thorns wrapped around his ankles, their blue thorns deeply embedded in his skin, made the onlookers swallow hard. These bandits, who committed countless acts of rape and plunder, seemed to find handsome men particularly appealing among their boredom with women. Seeing Xiao Feng, limp and helpless after taking the muscle-relaxing drug, lying on the ground, everyone understood. Some bandits openly leered at Xiao Feng's exposed body, while others licked their dry lower lips.
"I'll give you one last chance," the leader said, lifting Xiao Feng's chin with his toe. "Talk or not?"
"Pah..." Xiao Feng spat in his face. "Dream on!"
They were indeed dreaming. The imperial sword had arrived in Xiulin County, giving Lord Yang the perfect opportunity to completely eliminate Cao Sanyuan—the brother-in-law of the current emperor's uncle, a local tyrant who had plagued Xiulin for eight years. This time, Lord Yang could finally bring him to justice, for he possessed the emperor's imperial sword, allowing him to act first and report later. Without that imperial sword, Lord Yang would surely be in mortal danger, and Xiulin County's best chance to escape its dire straits would be lost. How could I say? How could I possibly say? No matter what you do, no matter how you torture me, I will die rather than speak!
"Good eye!" The leader sneered and turned away. The henchmen beside him shouted, "Brothers, listen up! Everyone, go for it! Play this little constable half to death!"
Ah! The surrounding brothers erupted like a pot boiling over: "What a good catch!" "Look at that slender waist of hers, even prettier than a girl's!" "Hahaha, brothers, you're in luck now!" Xiao Feng thought of many things, but he never imagined that he would be gang-raped by more than 40 men in broad daylight!
Someone jumped in front of him and ripped open the pants that were stuck to his body with blood, which caused a burst of laughter and even more unbearable comments from the surrounding crowd. "Look at his penis, still pink! He must have never chased a girl before!" These words made Xiao Feng blush. Yes, at 21, all he knew was patrolling and practicing martial arts; he'd never actually experienced anything like that. He never imagined his first time wouldn't be with his beloved woman, but instead, he'd be watched and judged by these bastards in front of everyone.
Even worse, his completely powerless body was suddenly lifted up by the thief, his lower body helplessly erect, his fair mounds brutally spread apart, air rushing in. Ah! They were going to…
"Ah—" Before Xiao Feng could even cry out, a hot, thick thing forcefully forced open his anus, as if tearing open his intestinal walls, squeezing open the tight passage, all the way to the root. "Ah—" He, a grown man, was being penetrated by someone else's thing in front of a whole crowd! The immense humiliation enraged Xiao Feng, but what could he do besides turn red-faced, veins bulging, and let out helpless screams?
"This guy's really tight, you'll have your fill later!" The man behind him thrust violently and roughly, while still joking with those around him. The insulting words made Xiao Feng feel like he was dying; he wanted to smash his head against a wall or bite his tongue to commit suicide. Unfortunately, the effects of the muscle-relaxing powder prevented him from even clenching his teeth. Watching his angry and humiliating shouts, those beautiful, thin lips seemed to exude endless allure. The brothers waiting nearby, their bodies burning with desire, couldn't help but look up at their leader. The leader smiled at them, and immediately one of them quickly pulled out his unbearably large penis, pried open Xiao Feng's mouth, and thrust it deep into his throat, forcing him to be attacked from both ends. The stench, the feeling of humiliation—Xiao Feng was almost in tears from the pain. But… he couldn't speak, he couldn't beg for mercy, he couldn't… ruin Lord Yang and the people of Xiulin County! But even with these thoughts, he couldn't feel any better about what was being inflicted upon him. The excruciating pain of his body being torn apart, the suffocating feeling of his mouth being stuffed shut, and the humiliation that could drive someone to suicide a million times over, dragged Xiao Feng almost alive into hell.
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wave of pleasure was followed by another. The openings that had just been relaxed were immediately filled again. Endless torture played out on Xiao Feng's body; his face, mouth, neck, chest, abdomen, anus, legs, and feet—there was hardly a clean spot left unstained by the white, murky fluid of men. More than 40 men had been doing it for almost six hours. The sun was setting, and even the moon and stars seemed too ashamed to witness this depraved and chaotic scene in the square.
The sky was overcast.
The brothers, having thoroughly enjoyed their "sexual bliss" at this extremely lewd gathering, were now all growling with hunger. The leader glanced sideways at Xiao Feng, who was so exhausted from being fucked that he could barely straighten his back and could only weakly lie on the ground. For the entire afternoon, he had been pleasured by two men, one in front and one behind. Some of the perverts had even pounced on him, sucking his penis and biting his nipples. So, he conservatively estimated that he had ejaculated at least 20 times. His entire body, especially his manhood, must have been burning with pain, almost to the point of death. Yet, even so, he stubbornly endured it, only moaning, without uttering a single plea for mercy.
Truly a tough guy! The leader stared intently at him, but unfortunately, he was too stubborn. Tonight, he had to pry the location of the imperial sword out of him. Tomorrow, with Cao Sanyuan dead, it would be only a matter of time before this black stronghold was wiped out by the government. Hmph, stubborn brat, I have my ways. I'll definitely pry open your iron mouth!
"To the banquet hall, let's eat!" At the leader's command, all the brothers rushed into the hall and sat in a circle around the table. But the leader showed no mercy, ordering his men to wash the filthy Xiao Feng clean and hang him in the center of the banquet hall. "Gentlemen, figure out how to torture this kid! Make him suffer until he reveals his secret, or he won't eat! The brother who succeeds in making him talk will be richly rewarded!" The brothers, who had been filled with lust for the handsome constable who had just satisfied them, could only stare blankly at the fragrant food on the table, racking their brains for ways to torture him.
"I'll do it!" A burly man lunged forward, brandishing two iron brushes. He told the leader, "Use these brushes to scrub his most ticklish spots. It'll be both painful and itchy, making him wish he were dead. No matter how stubborn he is, he won't be able to take it!" Xiao Feng watched with amusement as the fat man brandished the iron brushes at him. He had almost died just now; he couldn't bear the immense pain and humiliation. How could he be afraid of a little iron brush?
But the next moment, he regretted his earlier thought. His toes were pried open, and the fat man meticulously scrubbed the soles of his feet. Sure enough, it was both painful and itchy, unbearably so. It felt as if a thousand tiny insects were crawling all over his body, gnawing at his nerves. Tears streamed down Xiao Feng's face, a mixture of laughter and tears. He forced himself to calm down, trying not to think about the iron brushes ravaging his feet. Tomorrow, when the sun rises, Lord Yang will surely hold his dignified sword and solemnly declare to Cao Sanyuan, "According to the laws of the land, you have violated… and are sentenced to death…" Thinking this, a warm smile actually appeared on Xiao Feng's face, which should have been filled with unbearable pain.
Ah? Seeing his boss's expression growing increasingly grim, the fat man quickly increased the force of his grip, scrubbing and scrubbing violently. A layer of flesh was scraped away from Xiao Feng's feet. However, he didn't utter a single "Spare me…"
"Get down!" A tall, thin man jumped up, shoving the fat man aside, saying, "Watch me!" He knew the principle that the fingers are connected to the heart. The fingers, especially the nails, have the most nerve endings; torturing that area would be unbearable even for the toughest man. He first pulled out a dart and inserted its flat, sharp tip under Xiao Feng's right fingernail.
"Ah—" A heart-wrenching scream couldn't alleviate Xiao Feng's pain. His fingers convulsed violently, the excruciating pain making his whole body tremble like a leaf in the wind. "Speak!" the tall, thin man said, deliberately rubbing another dart against his other fingernail to intensify the fear. The moment the dart pierced his skin, Xiao Feng wanted to give up. But he endured it, biting his lip until it bled. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" With each finger subjected to this horrific torture, Xiao Feng's tightly clenched lips curled into a cold laugh. "Bring on whatever tricks you have! I, Xiao Feng, fear nothing!" His righteous indignation enraged everyone. Seeing his unyielding spirit, the tall, thin man forcefully ripped off all of Xiao Feng's left toenail. Blood flowed everywhere. At this moment, Xiao Feng's screams were beyond human. "Boss, he's passed out!" the tall, thin man said helplessly
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pointing at Xiao Feng and shaking his head in despair. "Good job, anyone else?" The leader looked up and glanced around. This torture feast had clearly piqued everyone's interest; their eyes gleamed. But no one dared to step forward again. This extreme resilience was beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"I'll try!" A short man stepped onto the stage, pulled out a dagger, and plunged it into Xiao Feng's full shoulder. "Ah—" Xiao Feng was jolted awake by the intense pain. He saw the little thief in front of him, carving away at his shoulder flesh piece by piece. Cold sweat poured down his face. This real pain was far more intense than the previous foot-scraping and nail-pulling. Ha, they were actually going to slowly torture him to death… Ah, if you want to laugh, do it now. By tomorrow's sunrise, the entire Black Stronghold will probably be uprooted. "Don't kill him! We still need to ask him questions!" the leader warned.
"Okay." The short man smiled obsequiously at the leader, picked up a glass of fine wine, and soaked the pieces of flesh he had torn from Xiao Feng's body in it. Then, he picked up the salt basin on the table and sprinkled it onto Xiao Feng's wounds. *Sizzle*—the exposed flesh sizzled as if being burned, the intense pain instantly pulling his soul out of his body. *Whoosh*, the strong liquor in the wine jug was poured onto the spot where the salt had been, violently pulling Xiao Feng's soul back. His agonizing screams echoed throughout the universe; Xiao Feng felt he had reached his limit of endurance. "Speak, or I'll let you taste your own flesh!" The short man brought the wine glass close to Xiao Feng's eyes; the strips of flesh he had torn from the body had almost changed color in the wine. Everyone stared wide-eyed, wondering if this iron man would have the heart to eat his own flesh.
"Hmph!" Xiao Feng trembled with anger, but stubbornly turned his face away.
"Still have the energy to curse?" the short man laughed, cruelly forcing Xiao Feng to open his mouth and pouring in the wine mixed with fresh meat... *crunch crunch*, he then used his skillful technique to force Xiao Feng to refuse his own flesh. He actually ate his own flesh; it seemed that when he died, he would truly only go to hell... But, Lord Yang, but, Xiulin County... So what if I go to hell alone? Thinking this, a smile returned to Xiao Feng's lips. At least he ate something before dying; at least he could die a full ghost, hehe. "It's delicious." Xiao Feng smacked his lips casually, as if he wasn't swallowing his own flesh. The
short man finally shook his head helplessly and went down.
"Looks like I still have to torture these places a bit!" A scarred-faced man looked at Xiao Feng's beautiful skin and well-proportioned figure with satisfaction. He had been holding back for a long time, but finally couldn't resist coming up, even if it was just to take the opportunity to eat some tender tofu. Laughing, his ugly hands pinched Xiao Feng's two plump, red nipples. He deftly pulled out a very thin wire, pinched the tender nipple tightly, wrapped it around the base of the nipple, and pulled hard—*sizzle!* The wire cut deep into the skin, making the bound nipple bulge, incredibly alluring. Even more alluring was the groan Xiao Feng couldn't suppress, "Ugh…" which made all the surrounding "spectators" feel a surge of heat in their lower bodies. "I've smeared aphrodisiac on the rope, you know. When you can't bear the pain anymore, hmph, you won't be able to hold back." With a sneer, Scarface shoved his aphrodisiac-smeared fingers into Xiao Feng's anus. He even carefully smeared the limp penis. Finally, he loosened the rope. "Scarface—!" the boss on the high seat commanded authoritatively.
"Boss!" "This guy's a tough nut to crack, so cruel torture won't do. My secret drug, when it kicks in, makes him only want to be fucked. Hehe, it'd be strange if his will didn't break." "Oh?" The leader raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. The surrounding brothers whispered amongst themselves, "Scarface actually brought back such good stuff from his last trip to Jiangnan." "Next time, just use this on whoever you want, hahaha." "Let's see how it works on this guy who's tougher than a rock." "Hmm, look at him, he's already all red... hahaha."
Xiao Feng, lying prone on the ground, was in an incredibly seductive position. His naked body was flushed pink, and his limp legs were spread apart, revealing his rapidly breathing, pulsating anus, as if pleading for something. Amidst the spittle of the crowd, Scarface suddenly pulled the wire connecting Xiao Feng to his body. Xiao Feng's chest thrust forward, his back instantly forming a sexy curve. The exposed glimpse of his genitals beneath his half-raised body made everyone want to pounce on him and ravage him.
At this moment, Xiao Feng's face was held high in pain, his tightly furrowed brows and wide-open, rapidly breathing mouth clearly showing the immense willpower he was using to control his raging lust.
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"Is it itchy? Do you want something to do it to you?" Scarface teased Xiao Feng with vulgar and obscene language, amused by his struggle in the sea of desire. "Let me give you some pleasure first!" Scarface grabbed Xiao Feng's penis and began to knead it violently. He had been eyeing the pink and beautiful penis for a long time, and taking this opportunity, he suddenly took the round and thick penis, aroused by the drug, into his mouth. "Ugh..." An uncontrollable moan escaped Xiao Feng's mouth. The pleasure of being sucked in his private parts, combined with the effects of the drug, surged into his mind like a tidal wave, making him truly dazed. "Mmm, ugh... ah..." Xiao Feng twisted his body, the flesh torn from his shoulder still churning, his nipples almost being snapped off by the barbed wire. His body writhed and trembled with lust, leaving everyone dumbfounded and forgetting to breathe.
Xiao Feng's penis spun and grew stronger in Scarface's mouth, trembling violently. The warm, wet mouth had clearly brought him to the peak of desire; he was about to reach the blissful state of liberation. At this critical moment, Scarface's mouth left the throbbing desire. "Ah!" Xiao Feng couldn't help but cry out, his body convulsing as if trying to follow Scarface's lips. "Hehe, not satisfied yet!" Scarface deliberately circled his penis with his tongue, laughing, "Hero, just confess, it's just a matter of saying it, and I'll send you to the happiest and most pleasurable place right away."
Desire tormented Xiao Feng, bringing tears to his eyes. Just a little longer, just a little longer, and he would no longer have to suffer like this in hell, but enter a heavenly paradise. Ah, so... painful.
"Still not talking?" Scarface watched Xiao Feng's ever-changing expressions, his fingertips caressing Xiao Feng's chest. Desire assaulted his soul even more fiercely, but... he couldn't say it! Absolutely, absolutely couldn't say it! In the fierce struggle between reason and desire, Xiao Feng finally controlled himself, biting his teeth hard, but still said nothing.
"Hmph!" Seeing Xiao Feng's face suddenly harden again, the scarred man angrily grabbed an iron rod as thick as a forearm and mercilessly shoved it into Xiao Feng's gaping, eager anus. "Ah—" With a painful cry, the area burst open, and blood spurted out. "Who do you think you are? A great hero? You're just a lowly dog, a dog that's been fucked more than 40 times! A dog that even eats its own flesh!"
The iron rod thrust rapidly, torturing Xiao Feng's most vulnerable spot. There, the pain was excruciating, while his penis, aroused by the torment, was reaching a fever pitch. Heh, maybe I really am not even as good as a dog now. Xiao Feng mocked himself, his dazed eyes falling on his limply outstretched palm. There, a long, shocking gash had reopened during the fierce struggle, and blood splattered on the ground. "Yes, Lord Yang, I hope the cut I made when I was captured last night will be of some use, so you can follow my blood to find the entrance to this Black Stronghold... and... wipe them all out..."
The brutal iron rod was completely embedded in Xiao Feng's body; his intestines seemed to have been ripped open, and he could feel the blood flowing from his stomach. Finally... is it over...? Heh, I really held on until I died, I even held on without saying a word. Even his own secret medicine couldn't subdue him; the humiliated Scarface, enraged, was determined to stab him to death. On the blood-stained rod, one could almost see pieces of broken intestine stuck to it. "Scarface!" the leader shouted in dissatisfaction. "If you kill him, how are we going to ask him?"
"But this guy won't listen to reason, so it's better to kill him. We have so many brothers waiting for dinner!" Scarface said, dissatisfied. "Really...is there no other way?" The leader swept his gaze across the crowd. Although the erotic scene was exhilarating to everyone, his unyielding attitude had completely humiliated the Black Village. Moreover, without the imperial sword, Cao Sanyuan would certainly be dead tomorrow.
The leader looked up at the already deep night and impatiently shook his hand. "Damn it, so much time wasted on him! Stab him, light the sky lantern, put him on the millstone. If he still doesn't talk, just kill him. Tonight we'll act, go straight to the yamen and kill that Yang Qingtian." In
a
daze, Xiao Feng heard the Black Village leader's order. The clearest part he heard was "kill that Yang Qingtian." His disappearance must have alerted Lord Yang. Tonight, the yamen would be heavily guarded. In such a well-governed yamen these days, trying to rush in and kill someone? Dream on! Thinking this, Xiao Feng felt his body being lifted upside down and hoisted into the air. His legs were stretched to their limit and then firmly fixed in place. A henchman produced a string of silver needles, pinched Xiao Feng's still erect penis, aimed it at the tip, and stabbed it in. As soon as one needle sank into the flesh, another followed. Unimaginable pain tore at Xiao Feng's soul; pain was everywhere—deep in his intestines, on his mangled shoulder—but why did the pain in this particular spot seem to surpass everything else? The unimaginable agony plunged Xiao Feng into unconsciousness. Chili water was splashed all over him, and he reluctantly awoke. The passages in his penis were now completely filled with silver needles; the torture of piercing was over.
He didn't think about it, only imagining his soul had floated out of his body, drifting to Lord Yang, who was studying by candlelight, to drape a warm coat over him. Truly admirable, Lord Yang! Xiulin County has been in chaos for so many years. Corrupt officials and bandits have colluded, turning Xiulin County into a fertile ground for power, a torrent of desire, and a hell for the people. Serving as an official in the yamen meant only helpless self-preservation; not doing anything wrong was already doing the people a favor…
However, just when all my hopes were about to vanish, sir, Lord Yang, you were like a ray of sunshine in a deep cellar, suddenly giving my eyes hope again. Upholding the law, showing both kindness and severity, eradicating the scourge, Lord Yang, you are truly capable! You truly deserve to be called a good, incorruptible official sent from above!
I, Xiao Feng, am without virtue or ability, but today, to protect the imperial sword that slays demons and monsters for you, even if I die, what regret is there?
“Xiao Feng.” I seemed to see Lord Yang lift his eyes from his reading and look at me, his eyes filled with affection and his expression of appreciation… “Xiao Feng has great integrity. Now a constable, in the future, when you come to the court, you will surely be a pillar of the nation, the backbone of the government!”
It was as if light had ignited in this bottomless darkness. “Ah!” What torture was this again? Why did my anus, which had been tortured to the point of numbness, still hurt? A sizzling sound, black smoke billowing, and a burnt smell emanating from it. "Lighting the sky lantern" involved inserting a freshly quenched iron rod directly into Xiao Feng's anus, the flickering flame sparking like a sky lantern. Even a candle held close could be lit.
"Poor constable, you'd better talk already," a henchman said, bringing a palm-sized millstone (I made that up, let's assume it's for grinding beans) to Xiao Feng's abode, which was covered in silver needles.
What new tricks were they going to use? Grind that thing like beans? Heh, quite the imagination. Xiao Feng was still inwardly mocking himself when the terrifying, bloody torture began, sending shivers down his spine. Watching his body being crushed bit by bit, Xiao Feng actually felt a bittersweet feeling of death. Blood from his palms flowed onto the pale green stone floor, seeping into the cracks between the slabs like a thin river. His hair swayed on that crimson river, like a boat rowing. Swaying, swaying…
Lord Yang, I didn't say anything! Tomorrow's sun will surely shine brightly, and when Cao Sanyuan's head rolls off the rack, the surrounding people will cheer. Sadly, I won't be able to see it. However, Lord Yang, although I, Xiao Feng, have wanted to be freed countless times, in the end, I still didn't say it!
How I long to hear you say again, "Xiao Feng has real integrity," ah...
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"Boss, he's passed out." "Splash him awake!" "He won't wake up..."
The boss silently walked to Xiao Feng's hanging body, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the mangled remains. Suddenly, he pulled up Xiao Feng's blood-stained hair, lifting his drooping head. His thin lips, almost bitten raw, were tinged with blood, yet a smile remained. The boss tested his breath and coldly said, "Feed him to the wolves!"
"Sigh... what a tough guy!" "He's dead like this, might as well keep him to play with!" "Pervert, isn't this enough fun?" "Haha, we have an even bigger mission tonight, let's eat!" The bandits of Black Village seemed to quickly forget about this amusing toy, and the banquet hall became lively. No one considered the inner strength supporting that tough man, nor did they notice the thin stream of blood, like a river, like a snake, winding and laughing...

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