Belling Heroine's Quest 1-2

Author: Kuai Dao Ying Feng Word Count: 27,000
1.
Black Wind Stronghold was infamous for miles around. The bandits ruled the mountain, robbing, raping, and plundering—committing all sorts of atrocities.
However, the government was powerless against them. Black Wind Mountain stretched for hundreds of miles, its terrain treacherous, its paths rugged, its forests dense, and teeming with poisonous insects, snakes, and miasma. Furthermore, the bandits were cunning and swift, moving like the wind.
When government troops entered the mountains, the bandits would hide deep within the forests, setting traps and ambushes along the way, resulting in many soldiers dying mysteriously.
The leader of Black Wind Stronghold was also incredibly powerful. His name was Zhu Peng, standing 1.9 meters tall, with a broad back and powerful build, possessing unparalleled strength in his martial arts. Known as the Iron Claw King, his Eagle Claw technique was said to have reached the fifth level; a single claw strike could snap a small tree as thick as a calf—a truly terrifying feat.
On two separate occasions, government troops finally managed to find the bandits, but none could withstand his iron claws. Iron Claw King charged into the ranks of government soldiers like a wolf among sheep, usually snapping weapons with one claw and breaking necks with the second.
He personally covered his brothers' retreat each time. After several such raids, none of the bandits died, only a few were wounded by arrows, while a large number of government soldiers perished. The government eventually stopped sending troops into the mountains to suppress the bandits, only strengthening defenses in the county town and key passes, neglecting other areas.
However, Zhu Peng now stared in horror at a beautiful young woman who was empty-handed.
The girl's hair was simply tied in a ponytail, her face oval, her chin pointed, her features delicate, and her lips slightly upturned, forming a confident smile. Shallow dimples adorned her cheeks.
She wore a tight-fitting red silk top that accentuated her high breasts and slender waist, while matching silk trousers hugged her round, pert buttocks, and she wore embroidered shoes. She looked every bit the delicate, refined young lady.
Yet this seemingly lovable girl first subtly impressed the two bandits guarding the mountain stronghold's gate, then ordered them to summon Zhu Peng for a duel. While everyone in the stronghold came out to watch the spectacle, the girl didn't fight Zhu Peng; instead, she attacked the bandits watching. Her light-footed skills were swift as lightning, her attacks incredibly fast. Zhu Peng couldn't catch her, and the fleeing bandits, even less skilled, were easily defeated in just a few moves. In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, only Zhu Peng remained standing.
Bei Ling stood with her hands behind her back, smiling at Zhu Peng. Looking at this seemingly cute and charming girl smiling at him, Zhu Peng thought that in the past he would have already abducted her and taken her to his room for his pleasure. Now, however, he was sweating profusely, his legs trembling.
Seeing that the girl didn't seem to intend to attack immediately, Zhu Peng had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask, "May I ask your name, heroine? Why did you injure my brothers instead of fighting me one-on-one?"
The girl covered her mouth and giggled. "You ask so many questions. Listen carefully, my name is Bei Ling. I was traveling in a small town at the foot of the mountain and accepted a mission to flatten your stronghold at an inn. The reward was a full thousand taels of silver. It seems that the E-level mission was a bit too easy, not fun at all. Next time I'll take on a D-level one to play with, hehe. I was afraid you wouldn't keep your word, so we agreed to a one-on-one duel, but it turned into me taking on your whole group. So I knocked them down first, and then I'll slowly take care of you.
Besides, they're not seriously injured; they just can't get up right now."
The girl's charming demeanor and movements, coupled with her silvery voice, made Zhu Peng's heart flutter. Zhu Peng quickly regained his composure.
Damn, you've already taken down our whole group. Bei Ling, Bei Ling, I've never heard of such a fierce beauty in the martial arts world.
"Hehe, don't even think about it. I've only been out here for a short time, so there's no legend about me in the martial world yet."
"My skills are as swift as lightning, I admit I can't beat you. How about I give you two thousand taels of silver, and you spare the lives of my brothers?" "
Hehe, once I've killed you all, all the treasure will naturally be mine."
Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Zhu Peng secretly gathered his strength, preparing for a desperate fight, hoping to escape while she was off guard. However, he was afraid he couldn't save any of his brothers.
It seemed like he was prepared to fight to the death. No, if he killed him, there would be nothing left to play with, and all that walking through the mountains would be for nothing. He had to find a way to calm him down. "Hmm? You just said I'm fast, so you can't beat me. In other words, I can't beat you in a head-on fight?"
"No, no, no." Zhu Peng was stunned by her words, but he was wondering what this female demon really meant.
"Alright, then I'll fight you head-on for a few rounds. If I can't beat you, I'll take your two thousand taels of silver and leave. Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if word got out that I, Beiling, bullied you, you big dummy, hehe."
Iron Claw King's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Is this true, young lady?" But in his heart, he was thinking, what is this big-breasted, brainless bitch up to? She is indeed fast, and being from a wealthy family, she probably has excellent martial arts skills and is guided by a famous master, so her internal strength should be higher than mine, but her body is definitely not as strong as mine, and her hands are certainly not as hard as mine. As long as I seize her pulse point when she is not paying attention, block her internal strength, and then twist it gently, I can tear off her hand. Then...
hehe, it's just a pity that such a good body will not fetch a good price if it is missing a hand.
He quickly thought of various methods in his mind, but dared not show the slightest bit on his face.
"What's fun in lying to you? Just make your move." He did not put on any fighting posture, but still smiled at Zhu Peng with his hands behind his back.
Zhu Peng steeled his resolve, channeling his inner strength into his right hand, transforming it into a claw, and lunged at Bei Ling's chest.
Bei Ling, seeing this fierce attack, showed no reaction, her face still bearing a confident and charming smile, her hands remaining motionless behind her back. Only when the iron claw was almost within reach did Bei Ling pull out her seemingly delicate right hand from behind, forming a palm with her fingers together, and push straight towards the iron claw.
Zhu Peng was overjoyed to see that Bei Ling wasn't using speed against slowness; this bitch was so arrogant, they were saved. Just as the palm and claw were about to collide, the iron claw suddenly sank downwards, its wrist flipping upwards, seizing Bei Ling's wrist pulse point.
Zhu Peng was overjoyed, his face suddenly contorting into a ferocious expression. Just as he was about to tear off Bei Ling's right hand, a surge of powerful internal energy suddenly erupted from Bei Ling's wrist, sending him flying more than three zhang (approximately 10 meters) before he crashed to the ground with a thud. He rolled seven or eight times before finally stopping, his entire right arm numb and almost devoid of feeling.
The bandits stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape, utterly unable to believe their eyes.
"Heh heh, your Eagle Claw Kung Fu is not bad, but your internal energy is too weak. Looks like there's nothing fun here. Let's finish you off and go play somewhere else."
"Wait!" Zhu Peng tried to calm her down before thinking of another way.
"What's wrong? Do you have something fun here? If I have fun, I might spare your lives."
Having fun means you can live? Damn it, fierce woman, why don't you enjoy the glamorous world of the city and come to my shabby mountain stronghold to have fun? Zhu Peng thought bitterly.
"Um...yes, yes, of course! My mountain stronghold is in the middle of nowhere, so there are plenty of fun things you can't find in the city. What would you like to play, my lady?"
"The more exciting and thrilling, the better, hehe."
Thrilling? Playing thrilling games on my turf? Aren't you afraid I'll ambush you? Zhu Peng was completely bewildered, unable to figure out what she was up to.
"No, no problem, I'll arrange it right away. But something too...too thrilling might actually be dangerous."
Let me make this clear first; this bitch has a terrible temper, lest she chop me in half with one blow. I can use her words to shut her up.
"Only games where life and death hang in the balance are truly exciting!"
"Life or death? So the more dangerous the better? Then I'll give you a push when you cross that line.
" "Okay, I'll arrange it right away, but it'll take some time, and it's getting late. The heroine must be tired after walking so many mountain paths. Why don't we have dinner first before we play?" Realizing she might have a chance to survive, she forced herself to calm down and slowly stopped stuttering.
"Well, that's fine too. I'm a bit hungry after climbing mountains all day. Then hurry up and prepare the food."
After saying that, she walked into the hall and looked around. In the time it takes for
an incense stick to burn, a table of food was laid out. Bei Ling took the seat of honor without hesitation. "Everyone, sit down and eat together."
The bandits dared not disobey and sat down one after another.
Bei Ling ate a few bites and noticed that no one had touched their chopsticks. "Eat? Why isn't anyone eating? Is the food poisoned?"
"Of course it's not poisoned. Eat, everyone eat." Zhu Peng was startled and quickly spoke up.
Seeing everyone start eating, some people were so scared they could barely hold their chopsticks, trembling slightly; others were stiff and looked pained, clearly in considerable pain. Beiling smiled slightly, ignoring them, and continued eating. "Everyone, eat more. Playing with me tonight will probably be tiring,"
Zhu Peng said, relieved to see the female demon eat so much. But he slowly sensed something was wrong. Seeing the female demon ask for a second bowl of rice and still act as if nothing was wrong, Zhu Peng's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He had personally put the poison on the rim of her bowl; a large dose could kill an elephant. But the female demon… she had finished her second bowl of rice, spinning it around more than once, and she was still fine?
"Hmm, I'm full. The food was good, but the bowl doesn't seem to be clean; it smells a bit."
"Hmm... ah... the bowl isn't clean... oh... ah? The bowl isn't clean? Who served the food? Why didn't they choose a clean bowl? Take him away and chop him up." Zhu Peng stammered incoherently.
"No need. I've ingested so many random poisons that I have to use a lot of my internal energy to suppress them. The game that follows will be even more thrilling and exciting. Hehe, what do you say?"
"Uh, yes, what the lady is saying is... what? You know I poisoned you?" Zhu Peng finally realized what was happening, and his face turned deathly pale.
"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have eaten so much food. I'm stuffed. Alright, now my usable internal energy is greatly reduced. What thrilling and exciting program have you arranged? I can't wait."
Zhu Peng was sweating profusely, his brain racing. Just now, Zhu Peng only thought about how he had ingested several deadly poisons, which would surely kill anyone who was poisoned. He hadn't considered the possibility that the poison might not kill him.
"Didn't you make any arrangements?" The smile that had been on Bei Ling's face vanished, replaced by a ruthless expression, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent. The air in the hall seemed to freeze instantly.
"Yes, yes, of course I did! How could I not?"
"That's good." Bei Ling immediately put on a charming smile, her eyes narrowing, clearly delighted. The atmosphere instantly relaxed.
"So what games did you arrange? Exciting? Thrilling?"
"Uh… Heroine… after walking so many mountain paths, without… without rest, we fought with the brothers, and ate… ate so much food, you must be tired, yes, tired." Zhu Peng was terrified, cold sweat pouring down his face, his hands trembling, not even knowing what he was saying. "Yes, Heroine must be tired. How about a massage? Yes! A massage!" Zhu Peng finally had an idea. "I have a strong grip and some knowledge of meridians and acupoints. After the massage, I guarantee it will clear the meridians, promote blood circulation, relieve fatigue, and leave you feeling completely refreshed."
"A massage? Then you'll have a chance to ambush me. Hehe, that's a good idea indeed. Thrilling and exciting enough, I like it."
"Haha!" Zhu Peng chuckled twice. "Please come in." After saying that, Zhu Peng gestured towards his room and then instructed his brothers, "Go and tidy up the torture chamber. After the massage, we need to invite the lady to visit the torture chamber."
"Oh? You have a torture chamber here? That's great! We need to prepare well. No matter how the massage goes, I'll definitely come to the torture chamber."
Zhu Peng bowed and led Bei Ling into his room like a lowly henchman.
Several windows were surrounded by bandits, who poked small holes in the window paper to look inside.
Bei Ling entered the room and sat directly on the bed, stretching her legs out towards Zhu Peng. The meaning was clear: Take off my shoes.
A flash of shame and indignation crossed Zhu Peng's eyes as he knelt down to help Bei Ling take off her shoes.
Feeling Zhu Peng's trembling hands, she thought he was scared, which wouldn't be fun. It seemed she needed to encourage him: "With your skill, my internal energy can protect your whole body. No matter how you hit me, it won't hurt. However, I'm currently poisoned, so I need to use a lot of internal energy to suppress the toxins. Therefore, I can only protect a small area you want to attack. But that's what makes it thrilling! And while you're massaging me, you can knead my body however you want. I'll cooperate however you want!" "You
must keep your word, heroine. Don't let me hit you too hard halfway through, or you'll kill me with a single blow." Zhu Peng took off Bei Ling's shoes, grabbed her ankle with his left hand, and made a fist with his right hand, the first knuckle of his middle finger protruding, pressing against the sole of her foot in a gesture like striking someone's head.
"Of course I keep my word. No matter how hard you hit me, I'll cooperate. At most, I'll use my internal energy to protect myself, but I definitely won't fight back. Don't worry, don't worry."
"Your word is your bond, so I'll massage you freely."
After saying that, Zhu Peng increased the pressure to eighty percent. An ordinary girl's feet would be injured even if they didn't break bones from such heavy pressure. Hmph! You're poisoned, and a lot of your internal energy is being used to suppress the poison. How much internal energy do you have left to protect yourself? I'll massage you hard and see how much internal energy you can use up.
"Hmm, that's it. Oh, this feels so good. It would be so great if someone massaged me like this every day."
"If you feel good, that's good." Let you feel good, let you feel good. Once you're in my hands, I'll make you feel good to death!
Zhu Peng continued massaging, cursing in his heart while thinking about how to escape, subdue, or kill her. However, it seemed that none of the methods had a success rate of more than 30%.
"It's uncomfortable wearing socks, take them off."
After Zhu Peng removed her socks, he grabbed Bei Ling's foot directly. Her skin felt as smooth as silk and as tender as tofu, completely unlike anything those village girls could compare to. She had been climbing the mountain all day and had sweated a lot, so her feet smelled a bit.
He decided to test her feet first, gently, to see if she would resist. Zhu Peng's feet were ready to flee. He put his right index and middle fingers together, glanced up at Bei Ling, and saw that she still wore a confident smile even after seeing his attack gesture. Without hesitation, he forcefully poked into the arch of her foot.
"Mmm." The delicate sole of her foot only made a soft nasal sound when poked.
Seeing that Bei Ling really didn't resist, Zhu Peng's heart, which had been pounding, finally relaxed a little. His right hand resumed its massage motion, pressing down on the spot he had just poked, then rotating it back and forth. His left hand, which was gripping her ankle, also moved slightly, moving to the vulnerable area without bone protection, and pinched down hard with his left hand, like an iron clamp.
Despite such abuse, Beiling remained motionless, only letting out a soft "oh." Her voice carried only a fraction of pain, with eight or nine parts pleasure and excitement. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, suggesting a hint of excitement.
Zhu Peng finally relaxed. So this bitch was a masochist who enjoyed being beaten. This way, he wasn't entirely without a chance.
Slightly relieved, he no longer held back, slamming the tip of his right middle finger harder and harder into Beiling's sole with each blow. When his middle finger couldn't take it, he switched to his index finger, and when that couldn't, he switched to his fist.
"Ugh!! Oh!!! Good!! Harder!!! Ugh!! So good!!! Ugh!! So satisfying!!!
My foot!!! Oh!!!!"
Enduring such a brutal beating, Beiling seemed to be enjoying it so much she couldn't sit still. Her hands braced against the bed, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling with each heavy blow. Even her hair whipped around in waves.
After twenty or thirty punches, her right arm, already shaken by the internal force, started to tire. So he switched to her foot, his right hand pinching, kneading, rubbing, and pressing the vulnerable spot on her ankle, skillfully increasing Beiling's pain.
"Oh... my ankle... ah... it's going to break... harder... ah, don't stop... um
... so good... oh... so good!!!"
Zhu Peng completely ignored Bei Ling's screams, clenching his left fist and slamming it into the sole of her foot with a head-banging motion, punch after punch, each punch heavier than the last, each time hitting the same spot on the protruding joint, giving Bei Ling no chance to breathe. The pain piled up, increasing, becoming more and more painful, surpassing the peak of pain time and time again.
Bei Ling's voice changed from a charming moan to a frantic scream.
"Ah!!!! My foot!!!! It hurts so much!!!!!!!!! So good!!!!!!!!!
Smash it!!!!!! Break it!!!! Smash it through!!!!!! Ah!!!! Haha!!!!!!!!!
It hurts!!!!!!!!!"
Bei Ling's cheeks were flushed, her head thrashed violently, her hair forming arc after arc, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
After another twenty or thirty punches, Zhu Peng's left hand also got tired. He simply placed Beiling's foot on the ground and stomped on her instep.
"Ah!!!
Stomp on it directly with your foot!!!!!!!!!
It's so heavy!!!!!!!!!
My foot is going to break!!!!!!!!!
It's going to break!!!!!!!!!
Haha!!!!!!!!! It
hurts !!! It
hurts!!!
It feels so good!!!!!!!!!"
Beiling cried out in pain, as if her foot was about to break, but she didn't flinch or resist at all. She just shook her head frantically and screamed loudly, even wiping away tears of pain.
Zhu Peng's own feet ached from stomping, and he sat on the ground panting. Damn it, I'm exhausted from hitting her. My feet aren't bruised or swollen, just a little red, and it doesn't seem to be from the beating, but from her pleasure. This won't do. Her internal strength is too strong. I can't break through it. I'll try the most vulnerable spot.
"Please lie down, my lady. I'll massage your legs."
After Beiling lay down, Zhu Peng gently kneaded and pinched Beiling's thighs, intentionally or unintentionally touching her sensitive areas.
"Massaging through your pants isn't comfortable, take your pants off too."
Zhu Peng had no reason to be disrespectful. After taking off his pants, Zhu Peng didn't waste any words and directly inserted two fingers into her vagina.
"Oh...hehe...it's in...harder...ha..."
"Feels good now, huh?"
"Hmm...not bad...oh...harder...ah...oh...harder...uh..."
Harder? Okay, I'll show you how hard. Zhu Peng pulled his hand back and forcefully pushed it into her vagina.
"Ha...I want it all...in...good...harder...oh...deeper...again...
ah...harder...in...it's in...oh...in...into the uterus...haha
...so good...oh...squeeze harder...squeeze my...uterus...haha..."
With Bei Ling's cooperation, Zhu Peng actually inserted his entire hand into Bei Ling's uterus, stretching the vaginal opening extremely thin, tightly constricting Zhu Peng's right arm. Bei Ling's lower abdomen swelled slightly from Zhu Peng's hands, changing shape with his movements.
Zhu Peng's hands haphazardly grabbed, scratched, pinched, and poked inside her vagina. Because the uterus was slippery and soft, he finally managed to grab a small piece of it. Zhu Peng was slightly pleased and pulled hard.
"Oh... I've got it... Haha... It hurts... Haha... It's going to break... Oh... Tear it apart... Harder..."
Bei Ling screamed loudly, her voice gradually rising until she finally reached orgasm. She breathed heavily, her body flushed, especially her face, looking incredibly alluring. He couldn't wait to have sex with her three times. Zhu Peng forcibly suppressed his desire and calmly considered the situation. It still wouldn't work. He couldn't even damage such a tender place. He had to try a sneak attack. He needed to attack a place where her internal energy wasn't protecting her to injure her.
"That felt so good... I haven't felt this good in a long time... Your external martial arts... are quite good... you've got some... strength... it's pulling me... it hurts..." Bei Ling gasped for breath, her words interrupted.
"Alright, I've massaged your legs, please lie face down on the bed, I'm going to massage your back now."
"Okay." Bei Ling turned over as instructed, lying face down on the bed, exposing her entire back to Zhu Peng. Then she adjusted the position of the pillow with both hands, only using it for her forehead, leaving her nose unsupported, her face completely down, facing the bed, so she definitely couldn't see Zhu Peng's movements behind her.
"Hehe, my current internal strength can't protect such a large area as my back. You have a chance, but I can pinpoint the location by sound."
"The heroine said that I could knead your body without resistance. The heroine is a woman of her word, and I believe she won't go back on her word."
"Of course, do you want to deafen me first? No problem, hehe."
Zhu Peng stopped answering, climbed onto the bed, and sat down on Bei Ling's lap. He grabbed Bei Ling's ears with both hands and tried to tear them apart, but of course, he couldn't tear them apart. All he got was a sweet moan from Bei Ling: "Mmm..."
Then Zhu Peng kneaded the muscles on her shoulders with normal massage force, kneading them one by one. After a while, he slowly moved down, spread his fingers, and pressed down with normal massage force with both hands at the same time. Then he lifted them up, moved down a little, and pressed down again, all the way to the junction of her waist and buttocks, and then back to her shoulder blades, and massaged them one by one again. He repeated this three times.
Even the most skilled martial artist can't maintain such a high level of tension for too long. Zhu Peng first performed a normal massage, restoring his strength while simultaneously tiring Bei Ling's nerves, patiently waiting for her to relax slightly.
After massaging her back muscles, he gently kneaded the muscles at the back of her neck with his right hand, one knead after another. After her neck, he moved on to the muscles on both sides of her spine, pressing with the first knuckle of his index finger. Halfway through, he raised both hands normally, but instead of pressing down on the next muscle, he joined his index and middle fingers together and used all his strength to poke at Bei Ling's ears.
"Oh!! My..." Before she could finish
the word "ears," Zhu Peng suddenly grabbed both sides of Bei Ling's head and twisted it with all his might. A "crack" was heard, and Zhu Peng was overjoyed, followed by Bei Ling's scream: "Oh!!!
My neck!!!!"
Ignoring whether her neck was broken or not, Zhu Peng immediately channeled all his strength and thrust it towards her heart, but the attack was ineffective. His face darkened, and he clenched his fist and slammed it down on her heart.
Thud!
"Ah!!!" A joyful scream rang out.
Then came a relentless barrage of heavy punches, slamming into her back, lower back, back of the head, back of the neck, arms, and hands, like a tempestuous storm.
Beiling's petite body was completely unaffected by the seemingly endless barrage of blows,
each one producing a dull, resounding impact .
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bang! Bang!
With each increasingly loud and delicate cry from Bei Ling,
"Ah...oh...
so good...
oh...so good...mmm...don't...stop...harder...shoulders...oh...harder...
hands...oh...my...waist...uh...again...arms...oh..."
A series of heavy punches sent Bei Ling bouncing up repeatedly, only to be followed by even deeper blows. Then, the bed bounced her up, a punch landing on her left shoulder, her left side slamming down. Her body slightly twisted, and a right hook slammed into her right temple.
Her head, struck directly by the punch, snapped to the side, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly broken.
Zhu Peng was overjoyed, his "haha" completely drowned out by Bei Ling's even more frenzied cries.
"Ah ... "Ah!!! Ah!! Ah! Ah... Hah... Hah... Hah..." Bei Ling gasped for breath, her cheeks flushed, her forehead covered in fragrant sweat, clearly having just climaxed. "So, so good, you, you hit, hit me so well, it's been so long since I've had this kind of orgasm. I'm starting to feel a little reluctant to kill you." Bei Ling closed her eyes, enjoying the afterglow of her climax. "Hmph, I suspect you were wearing some kind of close-fitting soft armor, otherwise how come you're alright?" Zhu Peng sat down to the side, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. "Hehe, if you want to take my clothes off, just say so." Bei Ling sat up, bending down to unbutton her top one button at a time, gradually revealing the red bodice underneath. After unbuttoning all the buttons, she pulled the bodice open behind her back, her breasts naturally thrusting out, making her already high breasts even more prominent, and Zhu Peng, sitting to the side, could see the exposed flesh directly. Faced with such a scene, if one could remain unmoved, then one wouldn't be a man. Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed one of Beiling's breasts, kneading it vigorously. "I've already massaged her back, now it's her chest." Beiling's breasts were being pinched, but instead of resisting, she let out a seductive moan: "Oh..." His hands didn't stop moving at all, crossing them at her lower back and pulling off her sleeves to completely remove her top. "Your bed is quite nice, big and soft, enough for three or four people. It seems one or two girls aren't enough for the chieftain." Despite being in a dangerous situation, he smiled with pride at being praised. "Hehe, I wouldn't dare lie to you, heroine, I usually have sex with three or four girls a night, because if there's only one, she'll soon pass out from orgasm." "Heh, pass out from being fucked?" He glanced at her with disdain. "Just talking about it isn't enough to convince anyone." "Then heroine, why don't you try it yourself?" With that, he quickly pulled down his pants, tore open Beiling's panties, and thrust straight in. "Oh!" Zhu Peng ignored Bei Ling's lewd moans, grabbing her breasts with both hands for leverage, and thrusting wildly dozens of times. The movements were astonishingly large, each time pulling out a long length before slamming it down like a ram, the splashing sounds completely drowned out by the slapping of flesh against flesh. Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap... Of course, no matter how loud the impact, it couldn't drown out Bei Ling's desperate moans: "Oh...so long... so thick...mmm...so deep...harder...ah...it's reached...oh...too deep ...oh...harder...it feels so good...as expected...oh...you've got the strength...mmm...you came to the right place...ah... pinch it...thrust all the way in...mmm...harder..." Bei Ling's petite body seemed so fragile in front of the three-and-a-half-thick Zhu Peng, each fierce thrust sending her flying, only to be pulled back by Zhu Peng's breasts. Despite enduring such brutal treatment, Bei Ling wore an expression of pure ecstasy, moaning loudly as she thrust her hips to meet Zhu Peng's pumping, allowing him to penetrate deeper and deeper. Zhu Peng's iron claws dug deep into Bei Ling's breasts, pinching and gripping one breast tightly. He twisted his wrists outwards and then violently pulled the breast upwards, stretching it more than two inches. Then he released it, twisting his hands inwards to their limit before pinching both nipples, twisting them outwards and pulling them upwards. The tender nipples endured the impact of each thrust, feeling as if they were about to snap, yet miraculously holding on, stretched to their limit again, and then contracting back. As if Zhu Peng wasn't cruel enough, Bei Ling continued to pinch and twist the flesh of her breasts with both hands. "Ah... I've pinched it... I've torn it... Oh... Again... Harder... Haha... Oh... Again... Ahhh..." After hundreds of thrusts, Zhu Peng seemed to have tired of pinching. His hands stopped kneading Bei Ling's breasts and simply covered them, gripping them tightly to keep Bei Ling's body from being thrown off. The pleasure gradually accumulated, rising higher and higher, finally breaking through the critical limit. A tingling and numb sensation spread from her vagina to her whole body, and her muscles involuntarily spasmed and twitched. Her eyes slowly rolled back, and saliva even dripped from her mouth. "Ah!" But the scream of orgasm was interrupted and stopped abruptly. Zhu Peng seized the moment of Bei Ling's orgasm, stabbing her eyes with his left hand and punching her heart with his right. Faced with the sudden and vicious attack, Bei Ling seemed to be still immersed in the orgasm and could not react at all. Her hands were still pinching her breasts, and her eyes closed naturally in response to the foreign object. Two fingers that could easily pierce a tree trunk couldn't penetrate her thin eyelids, and his right fist, poked down, was deflected by her breasts. Despite this humiliating defeat, Zhu Peng's expression remained unchanged. He pressed his index and middle fingers together like swords, poking into Bei Ling's ear canals. Temporarily disabling Bei Ling's sight and hearing, he began his real attack. His left hand feigned an attack, the gesture unchanged, then thrust into her waist, drawing Bei Ling's attention to her torso. His right hand then gripped Bei Ling's neck, twisting it forcefully. Bei Ling's neck snapped, but there was no cracking sound. "Oh..." Bei Ling cried out softly, her sensitive area attacked by the sudden attack. Zhu Peng knew his long-planned scheme had failed, and he was consumed by rage. When had he, the mighty Zhu Iron Claw, ever suffered such humiliation? Extreme anger needed an outlet, and the body before him was the perfect target. Without using any techniques, Zhu Peng clenched his fists and, with all his might, pounded down like a storm. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

The relentless barrage of heavy punches, like a machine gun, rained down on Bei Ling's still-flushed face, her high chest, her smooth abdomen, and her pale, white fingers and arms . "
Aa ... Zhu Peng was overjoyed; he had finally broken through her defenses and injured her heart meridian. Then, remembering Bei Ling's previous domineering performance, he became uncertain again. "Ah..." Before the first climax had subsided, a second one descended. The overwhelming pleasure of the two climaxes caused Bei Ling's eyes to roll back, her muscles tense, her body arched upwards, her head and feet supporting her weight, lifting Zhu Peng up. Her breasts stood erect, as if Zhu Peng's final punch hadn't been powerful enough. A stream of yin essence shot out, spraying onto Zhu Peng's glans. Zhu Peng felt a warm current covering his glans, then, as if knowing its way, it entered his body through the urethral opening. An uncontrollable tingling and numb sensation erupted from the glans, mixing with the warm current and spreading throughout his body. The ultimate climax was accompanied by the most intense ejaculation. "Hmph." It was so pleasurable that Zhu Peng couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. The warm current that rushed into his body from the urethral opening broke through the previously blocked meridians and acupoints, then converged in his lower abdomen, specifically the dantian. Zhu Peng felt his body brimming with power, the fatigue from the massive orgasm vanishing instantly. "How does it feel to have my internal energy increased...tenfold...? This is...your...reward." Bei Ling, experiencing a peak orgasm, gasped for breath, her words punctuated by pauses. "That blood...it's poisonous blood..." Damn it, thank goodness I didn't take off my clothes earlier, Zhu Peng cursed inwardly, carefully removing his clothes, wiping the bloodstains with a sheet, and then taking clothes from the wardrobe to put on. "Please, heroine, have a look at the torture chamber." Bei Ling lay lazily on the bed with her eyes closed, seemingly still savoring the afterglow of her orgasm. "Alright, let's see what new tricks you have up your sleeve. Lead the way." Zhu Peng pushed open the door. The bandits were all standing at the entrance. Seeing their leader dressed neatly and with a ruddy complexion, they immediately smiled. "Boss, how is it?" Zhu Peng shook his head slightly. "Is the torture chamber ready?" "Ready." The bandits' faces were grim. After Zhu Peng finished speaking, he immediately turned and bowed, gesturing for the torture chamber to proceed. "This way, lady." Bei Ling followed behind Zhu Peng, completely naked, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, with sprays and drips of blood on her chest and abdomen. Whitish semen dripped slowly from her groin. She looked like a pathetic figure, beaten bloody and then raped and ejaculated inside by Zhu Peng. But Bei Ling, with her hands behind her back and chin held high, arrogantly followed Zhu Peng, making the whole scene strangely bizarre. Bei Ling glanced around and noticed a woman mixed in with the bandits, quite attractive, with sharp eyes, which slightly surprised her. The bandits dared not say anything, following ahead, exchanging glances. Upon entering the torture chamber, she was immediately hit by a wave of heat. Bei Ling's eyes swept across the room, and she saw a stove in the corner with several red-hot branding irons on it. Her cheeks, already flushed from the orgasm, turned even redder, and her body trembled slightly with excitement. Bei Ling, hands behind her back, paced around the area. She nodded in satisfaction. "Hmm, not bad. The supplies are quite complete. But why did your stronghold build such a sophisticated torture chamber?" "I dare not lie to you, heroine, this stronghold wasn't built by us. These things were already here when my brothers and I discovered it; it seems the original owner left in a hurry." "Oh… never mind that. Let's begin. Whatever the torture, as long as you can make me faint within an hour, I'll spare your lives. And for some minor injuries, I won't use my internal energy to protect myself. Do you feel a little hope of survival now?" "Alright, I believe you, heroine. Listen up, everyone. This heroine of mine has extremely strong internal energy; she can lie there and let me beat her without any problem. Those still here are my brothers, Zhu Peng's sworn brothers. Give it your all and torture this heroine to death; only then can you all survive." Zhu Peng emphasized the words "death" and "life . " "Hehe, Chief Zhu is really ruthless. Perfect, the more cruel it is, the more I like it. You must torture me cruelly, or I'll kill you all, hehe." "Brothers, keep it up! I need to regulate my breathing." After saying that, Zhu Peng ignored them and went to a corner to sit cross-legged, palms up, on his knees. He began to circulate his internal energy, refining the internal energy that Bei Ling had just given him. The second-in-command, Xiao Wang, was the boldest. He was the first to step forward, holding a thumb-thick iron chain to bind Bei Ling. Bei Ling saw this, "Hehe, don't lock me up. I like the feeling of taking the initiative, and..." Bei Ling grabbed the chain and pulled it casually, breaking it in two. ... Dead silence. Many people began to doubt whether staying was the right thing to do, and whether they could still escape. "Hehe, no one is allowed to leave now, or I'll kill them all, leave no one alive, hehe." The lewd tone belied the chilling words. If one person escaped, everyone else would be executed, creating a system of mutual surveillance. Everyone feared someone else's escape, and no one could escape. Everyone abandoned other thoughts, focusing instead on how to make her faint, or simply find an opportunity to kill her. "Her martial arts are superb, so I'll go a little harder, hmph." Little Wang, true to his reputation as the boldest, was the first to react. "The harder the better! Whoever tortures me the most gets a reward!" Little Wang didn't reply, picking up the iron chain that Bei Ling had just broken, about half a meter long, and lashing it at Bei Ling like a whip. Little Wang didn't dare use too much force, striking the least likely target area: the shoulder muscle. Bei Ling saw this, but smiled, turned to the left, and with a thrust of her chest, the chain struck her breast. "Oh..." A red, swollen mark immediately appeared on Bei Ling's fair breast, along with a small scratch, from which a trickle of blood slowly seeped out. Clearly, the barbs on the chain had scratched her skin. Xiao Wang was extremely surprised, obviously not expecting this female demon to be so lewd. He went a step further, swinging the chain horizontally towards Bei Ling's buttocks. Bei Ling immediately raised her leg, her foot almost touching her head, displaying her excellent flexibility. But this wasn't what surprised the bandits the most; what surprised them most was that the chain, originally meant for Bei Ling's buttocks, struck her vagina instead. "Ah..." Clearly, the strike to her vagina caused Bei Ling pain; her brow furrowed slightly, and her already flushed face turned even redder with excitement.

It turned out this female demon really was a vile slut.
Xiao Wang finally stopped worrying and swung the iron chain with all his might, smashing it down on Bei Ling.
Bei Ling kept thrashing her body, using her breasts and cunt to meet the chain.
The whooshing sound of the chain cutting through the air mingled with the clanging of the chains against each other, the sound of the chains hitting flesh, and of course, the main sound was Bei Ling's increasingly loud and lewd and pleasurable moans.
"Oh...so good...ah...harder...uh...breasts...ah...cunt...um...it's broken...oh...it's going to break...ah...harder...ah..."
After a frenzied swinging, Bei Ling's body was covered in wounds, bruises and swellings blending together, almost no part of her body was intact, and many places were scratched by barbs, with traces of blood slowly seeping from the wounds.
The most serious injuries were, of course, to her chest and cunt, large bruises and dozens of scratches, dripping with blood, her cunt swollen high, a dark purple.
The bandits' breathing became heavy, of course, Xiao Wang's breathing was even heavier.
"Xiao Xu, come help, get the finger clamps."
Xiao Xu responded and went to the hook on the wall to take down the clamps, handing one end to Xiao Wang. The two pulled the clamps apart and placed them in front of Bei Ling. Bei Ling smiled, spread her ten fingers, and inserted them into the clamps. Xiao Xu and Xiao Wang exchanged a glance and simultaneously exerted force.
"Ah..."
A high-pitched scream echoed through the torture chamber.
Bei Ling felt a piercing pain and couldn't help but scream. Her internal energy involuntarily surged to her fingers, and the pain immediately lessened. Bei Ling then used her internal energy to suppress the pain back into her dantian. That irresistible pleasure erupted from her hands again, and an even louder, more pleasurable groan burst from her throat.
"Oh..."
The two men, exhausted, stopped simultaneously. Bei Ling gasped for breath, "...Your...strength...is...pathetically weak..."
"Damn it, you slut." Humiliated, Xiao Wang seemed to have forgotten that his life was still in this slut's hands. "Xiao Xu, Xiao Zhang, bring the leg clamps."
"Yes, Second Boss." Xiao Xu and Xiao Zhang responded and went out.
Bei Ling obediently lay on the ground, lifting her feet and placing them into the clamps.
"Ready? One, two, three, pull." Bei Ling gave the commands herself.
"Ah..."
Having all four limbs clamped at the same time, the pain that would have knocked an ordinary person unconscious was an extraordinary pleasure for Bei Ling. Her skin was flushed with pleasure, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, her hair was disheveled and stuck to her body or the ground, and her eyes were wide open with excitement.
Xiao Zhang in the crowd finally couldn't resist anymore, stepped forward, picked up a red-hot branding iron, and walked towards Bei Ling.
"Ah...haha...branding iron...ah...it looks...so painful...haha..."
"It really will hurt, where should we heat it?" Xiao Zhang asked with a lewd grin.
"My...my breasts...oh..." Bei Ling struggled to bend her arms, exposing her breasts, which made the pinched fingers feel even more intense pleasure.
Xiao Zhang's lewd grin gradually turned into a sinister grin, and he slowly pressed the branding iron in his hand onto Bei Ling's erect left nipple.
Sizzle...a puff of black smoke rose up, and everyone smelled the odor of burnt flesh.
"Ah..." Bei Ling screamed loudly, her mouth wide open, her eyes wide, her head shaking wildly, and her limbs twitching uncontrollably, making the already pinched limbs feel even more intensely pleasurable.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." With the combined efforts of the five men, Bei Ling finally reached orgasm, her whole body convulsing with each spasm, accompanied by waves of moans.
The four men using the branding irons didn't stop when Bei Ling climaxed. Instead, under the command of the second-in-command, Xiao Wang, they changed positions, sitting on the ground and using their feet to brace against Bei Ling's feet or body, forcing her body backward for even more brutal torture.
"Oh...so...good...but...using...torture instruments...is...more comfortable..."
"Comfortable? You filthy bitch." Xiao Zhang strode back to the furnace, slamming the branding
iron back down. He grabbed two more and strode to Bei Ling. "This time...two...haha..." Bei Ling moved her arm, revealing her right breast, then bent her knees and spread her legs, revealing her vulva, which still had the semen of the bandit leader Zhu Peng and the vaginal fluid that had just flowed out. "
You slutty bitch, you're so wet, you're really despicable." Xiao Zhang cursed Bei Ling angrily, perhaps because he had been beaten too hard by Bei Ling at the beginning.
"I...I'm not...despicable...you...are already...dead..." Bei Ling reminded the bandits, "Your lives are still in my hands, you despicable person. "
Xiao Zhang's face immediately turned bright red. The branding iron in his left hand was pressed against Bei Ling's left nipple, while the branding iron in his right hand scorched Zhu Peng's semen and Bei Ling's swollen vulva.
Sizzle...two plumes of black smoke rose, accompanied by the smell of burning.
"Ah..." The previous climax had just subsided when the next one followed closely. Bei Ling's eyes gradually rolled upward, her head tilted to one side, her mouth opened wide, her tongue stuck out, her Adam's apple bobbed, and foam came out of her mouth. She was about to faint.
"Hehe...almost...almost fainted, just a little bit...almost...you won. Only...a quarter of an hour has passed...it seems...you...have a good chance...of surviving."
"Second leader, you guys come down and rest for a bit. Let me try." A woman's voice came from the crowd.
"Alright, let this slut see the methods of our Third Leader."
Although the Third Leader was a woman, she was ruthless and decisive, known as the Thorn Rose. No one in the stronghold dared to mess with her.
"Before she started playing the game, Lady Beiling said she wanted something thrilling, something life-or-death. The way you're torturing her now, while she might feel good physically, she probably won't find it exciting at all. Don't you think so, little sister?"
"Sister... understands me better..."
"Next, I'll make you lose your strength to resist little by little, and then slowly die. Doesn't that sound exciting?"
"Yes... exciting... trembling all over..." Beiling was panting heavily from her orgasm, her words incoherent.
The Third Leader swayed her hips as she walked to Beiling's side, tossed the clamp aside, picked up an iron chain, hung one end on a hook on the ground, threaded it through a pulley fixed to the roof, and then let it hang down. The Third Leader wrapped the chain around Beiling's neck once and then locked it with a lock.
The third leader swayed his hips and walked to the other end of the chain, pulling hard to hoist Bei Ling up. He then hung the chain on a hook.
Bei Ling, suspended, naturally protected her neck with her internal energy. Her arms and legs hung naturally, without any struggle. Instead, she smiled, watching with interest to see what surprise the third leader would give her.
The third leader swayed his hips to the corner and retrieved two large iron balls, hanging them on Bei Ling's feet. This clearly posed no threat to her life.
He dusted off the ash and rust from his hands, swayed his hips to the stove, and picked up a red-hot iron rod. It seemed the third leader always swayed his hips and flaunted his charm, though it was unclear who he was showing it to. Then he swayed his hips and walked to Bei Ling.
"Another branding iron? The third leader doesn't seem to have any new ideas."
"Want something new? Then spread your legs."
Beiling forcefully spread her legs, which were adorned with two large iron balls, until they were horizontal.
"Wow..." The bandits couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, but before they could finish their astonishment, Beiling actually hugged her legs with both hands, pulling them high until her feet touched her head.
The bandits were speechless.
"Sister, is this okay?"
"Of course, my good sister."
The third leader took the red-hot iron rod and thrust it into her vagina with great force and depth.
With a hiss, before the black smoke rose and the smell of burning had dissipated, Beiling's cry was heard.
"Ah... my dantian..." Beiling had only enjoyed the pleasure for less than half a second when she suddenly felt the iron rod pierce not only her uterus but also her dantian.
Beiling immediately released her grip on her legs, which were being pulled down by the large iron balls. She quickly reached into the iron chain around her neck and pulled hard. The huge impact of her legs hitting the ground made Beiling's eyes roll upwards.
Beiling's legs kicked involuntarily, her body struggling back and forth, but because of the iron balls holding her down, the movements weren't very large.
"My good sister, isn't this novel and thrilling?" Before he finished speaking, he took the still-hot iron rod and whipped Beiling's arms.
"Thrilling."
"Exciting."
"I'll teach you to be thrilling." "
I'll teach you to be exciting!"
The third leader continued to whip Beiling's arms while shouting and cursing loudly, as if he
had a great grudge against this "sister. "
The bandits breathed a sigh of relief. The female demon's dantian was destroyed, and even her strong internal energy was gone. Her neck was tied with iron chains, and her two feet were hung with iron balls weighing dozens of kilograms. She was doomed.
The third leader still couldn't stand women who were prettier than her. The bandits thought to themselves.
Beiling's initial violent struggles gradually weakened. Because her neck was being strangled, her face turned red, her eyes gradually rolled upward, and her pupils gradually dilated. Finally, the struggles stopped, and she became motionless, only swaying slowly back and forth.
The third leader threw the iron rod to the ground with a clang, clapped his hands, and the rod bounced a few times.
He reached out and felt Bei Ling's wrist, confirming there was no pulse.
"Alright, we'll come back tomorrow and throw this bitch into the ditch. Time for bed."
The bandits praised the third leader's wisdom and bravery as they walked towards the door. Chief Zhu also finished regulating his internal energy, stood up, stretched, and walked outside.
Just as Chief Zhu passed Bei Ling's "corpse," Bei Ling suddenly snapped her chains, fell to the ground, and knocked Zhu Peng down with a single blow.
"Not good, run!" Zhu Peng's face changed drastically, and he roared.
But it was too late. The bandits turned around at the sound of his voice, only to see a flesh-colored figure flash by before they were all knocked to the ground, unable to get up.
The bandits cried out in pain, lying on the ground, their hearts sinking to the bottom.
It's over, they're doomed. The bandits thought.
Beiling ignored them, removed the iron ball, sat cross-legged, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and muttered something unintelligible. Then she pressed her right hand against her lower abdomen. After a while, Beiling visibly relaxed, and her complexion improved significantly. She then clasped her hands together again in front of her chest, muttered something for a while, and then placed her right hand on her left breast. After a short while, she removed her hand; the charred burn on her right breast had improved considerably, but it wasn't completely healed. Beiling then treated her left breast and vulva, but those treatments were also incomplete.
The bandits were dumbfounded. Was she even human?
After treating them, Bei Ling stood up, glanced around, and said, "Alright, you had a lot of fun today. I'll keep my promise and let you live. Also, Chief Zhu, would you be willing to bring your brothers to join me?"
"The heroine is willing to take us in? That's great! We'll follow her from now on, okay?"
"Okay."
"We'll follow her from now on."
"We'll listen to our leader."
Hearing that they could survive and had such a strong leader, the bandits all agreed.
"Good, that's settled then. I have a few instructions."
"Don't say a few, we'll do dozens for you." Zhu Peng immediately patted his chest.
"Well, first, the stronghold needs to be relocated, outside of Huayang Prefecture. You can decide where you want to go. Second, Zhu Peng needs to come with me to complete the mission. Getting you out of Huayang Prefecture should be considered completing the mission and receiving the reward. I'll give you a few martial arts manuals later. You should practice them well; such weak martial arts won't be of any use."
"Yes, Chief." Zhu Peng couldn't stand up and lay on the ground, clasping his hands in acceptance.
2.
On the forest road leading north, a caravan was slowly making its way. A burly man carrying a large machete led the way, followed by another burly man bringing up the rear. Several other burly men on horseback patrolled the sides, carrying long spears.
The caravan owner, riding a chestnut horse, smiled and spoke with a burly man also riding a chestnut
horse : "Thanks to the protection of the Changwei Escort Agency, we've managed to fend off several groups of unruly bandits."
"No problem," replied the caravan leader, Zhu, "with our Changwei Escort Agency protecting you, you don't need to worry about safety, Mr. Gao."
Perhaps it was a cruel joke played by fate, but just as Zhu, the head of the Changwei Escort Agency, finished his boastful words, shouts of battle and screams suddenly erupted from ahead.
Mr. Gao and Zhu's expressions changed drastically. They exchanged a glance, spurred their horses, and shouted, "Giddy up!"
They simultaneously whipped their horses' rumps.
The magnificent chestnut horse immediately galloped off, its hooves kicking up clouds of dust. The two riders were highly skilled, and soon they were at the head of the caravan.
The scene before them sent a chill down their spines, their hearts plummeting into an abyss.
Corpses lay scattered about, blood splattered, weapons broken into pieces, a head rolled by the roadside, eyes wide open in terror, disbelief etched on its face.
The caravan's guards had been slaughtered, and several of the guards and laborers were dead.
The remaining survivors, seeing their leader and owner arrive, rushed behind them as if to save them, assuming fighting stances, but their trembling hands and shifty eyes betrayed their inner turmoil.
"Hehe, so easily defeated, how boring," a silvery voice emanated from the mouth of an angelic body ahead.
A delicate face, full and firm breasts, a slender and supple waist, and long, shapely legs. This was the heroine Bei Ling, the demon who had killed more than twenty people in just a few breaths.
Zhu, the镖头 (bodyguard/escort), quickly realized that with such terrifying martial arts skills, he was probably no match for her. He would have to wait for his men to arrive so they could swarm her and win.
Zhu clasped his hands in a fist and bow: "May I ask your esteemed name, heroine? With such skills, why do you engage in such petty thievery as robbing a caravan?"
"Hehe, this humble girl is Bei Ling. I was bored at home, so I finally managed to sneak out for some fun. I saw a caravan robbery mission, so I took it on for fun." Her eyes swept around, "But it doesn't seem very interesting." As she spoke, she casually tossed away two blood-dripping knives that she had somehow snatched from somewhere, smashing them on the ground with a loud clatter.
As they spoke, the bodyguards behind caught up. Seeing the situation, they were also shocked. Seeing Zhu, the head bodyguard, standing proudly on his horse, they felt reassured. Hearing Bei Ling's disdainful words, their eyes blazed with fury, and they gripped their weapons tightly.
"Hmph, everyone, follow me! Chop her down with a flurry of blows!" Seeing that the matter was beyond repair and that reinforcements had arrived, Zhu shouted, leaping into the air like a wing, charging straight at Bei Ling.
The bodyguards roared and charged after him.
In mid-air, Zhu retracted his arm, clenched his fist, and threw a punch.
Bei Ling didn't meet him head-on. She sidestepped, her hand slicing across Zhu's wrist like a knife, dodging the punch, and then struck him in the back with a palm strike.
Zhu managed to twist his arm behind him to block, but a powerful force immediately struck his arm. His arm was slammed into his body, the immense force propelling his already forward-moving body even faster.
Using the momentum from her hands, Bei Ling pushed off with her feet and turned to charge into the throng of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) gleaming with the light of various weapons.
Then came the screams of the men.
Zhu, the镖头 (head镖师), had been sent flying by Bei Ling's palm strike. He barely managed to turn back to help by kicking a large tree,
by which time seven or eight镖师 had already died. Zhu's eyes were bloodshot. With a roar, he charged into the fray. This time
, learning from his mistake, he didn't charge recklessly, but instead took a firm stance before throwing a punch. Seeing this, Bei Ling turned and struck the side of Zhu's fist, deflecting it. She then swayed to the right, dodging a vertical slash from behind and to the left. She reversed her body and used the back of her left hand to deflect a vicious slash from the right.
Before she could regain her footing, Zhu's leg came at her. She could only raise her leg to meet the blow with a muffled thud.
Bei Ling forcefully pushed off with her leg, her body twisting sideways, striking the hands of the bodyguard behind her as he swung his sword downwards. A cracking sound rang out as the bodyguard's wrists twisted at an extremely strange angle, the broadsword flying from his grasp.
She slammed her right fist at Zhu, the head bodyguard, exchanging a punch to regain her balance and dodge two blows from the side.
Her left hand struck the temple of the bodyguard on her left, followed by a right hook to the chest. The burly bodyguard spun around in the air like a top, landing chest-first with his face facing the sky, his body twitching a few times before going still.
Seeing his subordinate die before his eyes, Zhu, the head bodyguard, roared and kicked at her right leg, which had been exposed during the chase. Bei Ling had no choice but to raise her leg to meet the kick head-on.
Her already unstable stance became even more precarious, and she failed to dodge, the blade aimed at her back landing on her right shoulder blade. The sharp blade tore through Bei Ling's clothes but couldn't penetrate her seemingly delicate, fair skin.
With a soft cry, Bei Ling staggered forward half a step. Zhu, the镖头 (bodyguard), brought another vicious punch to her chest. Bei Ling struggled to raise her hand to parry, but the blow missed slightly.
The fist, originally aimed directly at her chest, landed on her left breast.
"So big, so bouncy," Zhu thought involuntarily.
Bei Ling cried out again, leaping high into the air with a powerful push. Using the force of Zhu's punch, she somersaulted backward, spinning in the air and unleashing a dozen kicks to break through the blade formation. Then, she kicked a second time in mid-air, striking seven or eight bodyguards in the chest.
Bei Ling landed lightly. A circle of bodyguards, radiating from her, collapsed, their chests caved in, coughing up blood mixed with pinkish fragments. They were barely breathing, clearly not going to live much longer.
"Hmph, utterly useless. Dozens of grown men can't even defeat a defenseless woman like me. They might as well all commit suicide, saving me the trouble." Her angelic face, slightly flushed, uttered devilish words. A tear in her right shoulder revealed her fair skin, but no one cared about the sight. The group of镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) gripped their broadswords tightly, their eyes filled with terror. Glancing around, they saw their companions shared their fear and involuntarily took a half-step back.
"Heh, truly useless cowards. Scared already?" Bei Ling sneered disdainfully.
"The demoness's heart meridian was struck by my punch, hence the flush. She possesses profound internal energy; we can't give her time to heal. Everyone, attack together!" Zhu, the head镖师, stepped forward and immediately charged forward.
Seeing this, Bei Ling's expression changed drastically. She leaped high and backflipped, trying to scale the human wall, but her jump was clearly not high enough, and she was blocked by a row of raised broadswords.
Seeing no hope of scaling the wall, Bei Ling immediately changed tactics, using the sides of several swords as leverage to spin around and kick Zhu the镖头 (
bodyguard/escort) in the temple. Zhu the镖头 parried with a punch, and Bei Ling immediately flipped over, hooking her other temple in
return. Instead of parrying, Zhu the镖头 unexpectedly delivered a low hook to Bei Ling's calf, followed by a swift kick that swept over his head.
Bei Ling, already on one foot, involuntarily leaned back. Seeing the flashing blades around her, she quickly raised her hand to deflect two swords, but was struck in the back by a third, tearing her clothes.
Her clothes ripped open again, revealing a large expanse of fair, rosy skin and a red mark. One cut could only leave one red mark.
With a soft cry, Bei Ling stumbled forward, struck in the left breast by a punch coming straight at her. Another cry of pain
escaped her lips as she was thrown to the side, followed by a horizontal slash from behind. The clothes on her back, already cut vertically, were now ripped open horizontally, exposing her entire back. Two red marks, one shallower and one deeper, marred her slender, supple white flesh. Her
heart meridian had been struck again, seemingly more severely injured, though the wound still didn't break the skin.
Forced to take a large step forward by the blow from behind, Bei Ling grabbed the wrist of the镖师 (bodyguard/escort) in front of her, twisting it upwards to block the attack from behind. Her
wide-open back was now exposed to Zhu the镖头 (bodyguard/escort leader), who seized the opportunity to deliver a powerful punch to Bei Ling's left back.
With a splatter, blood sprayed onto the镖师 in front of her. The continuous blows targeting her heart meridian had finally taken effect. Zhu the镖头 was overjoyed, shouting, and the镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) intensified their attack.
Bei Ling kicked away the bodyguard whose wrist was being held, snatched the broadsword from his hand, and parried Zhu the head bodyguard's punch. A slash from Zhu's left shoulder down to her lower right abdomen ripped through her chest, tearing her clothes and opening her skin, revealing a bloody wound.
Bei Ling immediately broke through the opening, using her sword to force aside the bodyguard trying to cover her escape.
"Hmph, trying to leave now? Don't you think it's too late?" Zhu the head bodyguard, who had been using wide, powerful punches and kicks, flipped his hands, producing more than ten iron balls in each hand, and hurled them at Bei Ling with all his might.
The balls covered an area of about ten feet around Bei Ling. Having
already broken through the encirclement and about to run into the woods, Bei Ling could only turn and parry with her sword, blocking seven or eight iron balls, but still being hit by several. Two of the iron balls struck pressure points, immediately causing numbness and weakness on half of her body.
Bei Ling, who had been running fiercely, immediately fell to the ground, her once pristine white clothes and skin stained with grass and mud.
"Hmph, who would have thought that the renowned Chief Escort Zhu of the Changwei Escort Agency would also be such a treacherous villain, using hidden weapons to ambush a weak woman?"
"Heh, ambushing? Didn't I tell you it was too late to leave before I threw the weapon? How can you blame me for not being able to dodge it yourself?" Chief Escort Zhu didn't stop, striding to Bei Ling's side. His movements were swift as the wind, striking over ten major acupoints and over twenty minor ones around her body.
"Tie her hands to the cart, and send more men to guard her. After burying the dead and wounded, we'll be on our way. We need to reach the town ahead before dark. Hurry up."
Together, they quickly buried the dead bodyguard, bound Beiling's hands tightly, and tied her to a truck with a two-meter-long rope. The pressure points on her legs were released, allowing Beiling to move with the truck instead of being dragged on the ground. Her upper body pressure points were completely sealed, rendering her immobile. Two bodyguards, one on each side, whipped her intermittently to vent their anger.
*Crack
* "Hmph, weren't you quite the fighter earlier? Now show me again." She lashed out again. *Crack
*
"Oh, hehe, is that all the strength you have? It tickles this weak woman so much." She smiled contemptuously, but a whip mark quickly appeared on Beiling's back.
The bodyguard who had just whipped Beiling instantly blushed; being mocked by a woman whose internal energy was completely sealed was unbearable.
Enraged, the bodyguard lashed out at Beiling with all his might.
*Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap…* The镖师 (bodyguard/escort)
roared angrily as he whipped her, “Tickling? Tickling? I’ll tickle you enough! Still itchy? Still itchy? Huh? You son of a bitch, you actually said I was tickling you? Still itchy? Still itchy?”
Accompanying the angry roar of the镖师 were the whooshing sounds of the whip cutting through the air, the slapping sounds of it hitting Beiling’s flesh, and Beiling’s pleasurable moans.
“Oh oh oh oh oh… Hahahaha… So good… Harder… Oh… Harder… Oh…
So good… Oh… I’m in heaven… Ha… I’m in heaven…”
The镖师 (bodyguard/escort) and the caravan workers, who initially thought Beiling was just being stubborn, were now all speechless with astonishment. What was going on? Was she a masochist?
The镖师, exhausted from whipping her, panted heavily, looking at Beiling’s blissful expression, unsure whether to feel anger, shame, or surprise.
"Heh...that was pretty good...already tired...heh...next...hurry up and give it to me...
heh...change...next...not yet...I...haven't had enough..." Beiling, after being whipped like a storm, was panting heavily, but her breaths sounded like she was enjoying herself, satisfied, and expectant.
Her back, lashed dozens of times, was covered in dense welts, the skin slightly cracked, slowly oozing blood. Around the welts, swelling and reddening appeared. Her entire back was slightly red, not from injury, but from pleasure.
Beiling's face was flushed, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, her face radiating satisfied desire, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Beiling's anticipation was quickly satisfied; the next镖师 (bodyguard/escort) snatched the whip from the tired镖师's hand, took a few quick steps, reached Beiling, turned around, and whipped her front as he retreated.
Two sharp cracks lashed the immobile arms, tearing the clothes and revealing fresh welts.
The bodyguard frowned, took a slow step, and released the pressure points on Beiling's shoulders. Beiling immediately quickened her pace, raising her arms high.
"What a slut," the bodyguard cursed, seeing Beiling's cooperation. He then pressed the pressure points again, immobilizing Beiling's raised arms, and grabbed her breasts.
"Oh..." The sudden attack on her sensitive area made Beiling cry out again. "How is it?
Big and bouncy, isn't it?" Instead of being angry, Beiling asked the bodyguard who had grabbed her breasts with pride. She was clearly full of confidence and pride in her body.
"Damn, she's fucking shameless," the bodyguard muttered, speechless. He simply swung the whip and lashed it across her chest.
*Crack crack crack crack crack crack crack*
"Ah...ha...it's happening again...so good...ha..."
With a few lashes, Bei Ling's clothes were torn to shreds, revealing her delicate, alluring flesh, her flawless, fair skin, her slender, elastic waist with a cute, pert navel, her full, firm, and rounded breasts, and her small, round, coffee-colored areolas surrounding her erect, pink nipples.
The gruesome wound from the cut, the exposed skin, and the oozing blood added a touch of brutal beauty.
All of this was faintly visible through the gaps in her torn clothes, extremely alluring.
The bodyguard who was whipping her threw the whip onto the wagon, grabbed Bei Ling's clothes at the chest, instantly revealing her high, rounded breasts, and with a low growl, was about to tear the clothes off. Zhu,
the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), called from ahead: "Stop fooling around. Save your energy for the journey. Let's get to the town ahead so you can play until midnight before you sleep."
Hearing this, the sexually aroused镖师 had no choice but to stop. He muttered something under his breath, and before pulling his hand back from Bei Ling's clothes, he grabbed her alluring breasts and squeezed them twice before reluctantly giving up. Even
after withdrawing his hand, he could still feel the smoothness, size, and elasticity of Bei Ling's breasts. He thought to himself, "They're this big even with both arms raised; what will they be like when they're down?"
This time, Bei Ling suffered greatly, her arms raised from just past lunchtime until dusk.
Her arms went from being tired, sore, numb, and painful at first, to completely losing sensation. It wasn't until dinner time that her acupoints were released, allowing her to eat on her own. Of course, not a single acupoint sealing her internal energy was released.
"Ah..." As soon as her arms were lowered after the acupoints were released, she cried out in pain, feeling the fatigue, soreness, and numbness return to her arms.
Her arms hung limply, utterly weak and aching, the worst part being the numbness—like countless needles constantly piercing her. She couldn't move an inch, or the intensified numbness and ache would overwhelm her.
"Eat quickly, stop pretending. We still have to wait until midnight to finish. Don't pass out in no time," a bodyguard said menacingly.
"Hmph, pass out? Don't let yourself be the first to pass out," Bei Ling retorted, her eyes, expression, and words radiating disdain and provocation. "
Haha, anyone can talk big. Hurry up and eat."
Bei Ling struggled to raise her arms; the numbness and ache became unbearable, making it difficult to even hold her chopsticks. She had to ask a servant for a spoon.
Before she could even take a few bites, a bodyguard who had finished first grabbed her hair and dragged her away from her seat. "Haha, I'm going first! You guys wait until I'm done!" he said, pulling Bei Ling towards the backyard.
The entire inn had been booked, so the backyard was cleared out, ensuring no outsiders could see her.
The other two or three who ate quickly finished their last bite and followed after them, shouting and yelling.
Zhu, the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort), saw the three leave, and the demoness's internal energy was sealed again. The backyard was only a door away, about ten meters away, so it shouldn't be a problem. He smiled and focused on the braised pork knuckle in his hand.
The镖师 (bodyguard/escort) grabbed Bei Ling's hair and threw her to the ground: "Haha, little girl, your martial arts are so high, I wonder if your skills in bed are just as good." He then began to undress himself.
"Hehe, why don't you try it yourself and see?" he said, giving her a flirtatious wink.
"She really is a slut." He grabbed Bei Ling's shoulders and ripped open her snow-white clothes, now stained with bright red blood, revealing her delicate, wounded flesh.
This sight immediately sent the镖师's bloodlust, already accustomed to fighting on the edge, rushing to his head. He abruptly turned the alluring body in his hands over, forcing her to kneel on the ground like a bitch.
He slammed his already rock-hard penis against Beiling's anus.
Unexpectedly, the sensitive anus received a violent impact, immediately stimulating Bei Ling to cry out, "Oh...
haha...so you like going in from behind? Watch how I squeeze you to death!"
The first attempt failed, but the镖师 (bodyguard/escort) was not discouraged; instead, his ferocity was amplified. He tightened his grip on Bei Ling's slender waist, thrusting his hips forward, preparing to force his way in.
Unexpectedly, this time he easily broke through the anus, unable to stop in time, and plunged all the way in.
"Oh...it really is...oh...a slut...ah...I should have known...oh...I shouldn't have let go...ah...so hard...oh...so deep...I should have just let you shove it in...ah...not bad...you've
got some capital...I hope...it's not just a three-pronged approach...oh...still messing around...stirring down there...oh...
not bad...watch me squeeze...I'm really strong...does it feel good when I squeeze you...?"
"Oh...this bitch...it feels so good inside her asshole...oh...she can even squeeze...oh...it feels so good when she squeezes you..."
The bodyguard who followed in quickly took off his clothes, took the lead and lay down under Beiling, grasped his big meat stick, aimed at Beiling's vagina, and thrust hard, inserting the whole thing. Then he grabbed Beiling's beautiful breasts, which were shaped like bamboo shoots due to gravity, and rubbed them hard.
"Oh... another one... so big... oh... rub harder... these slutty breasts are for you men to rub... oh... you've got the knife wound... haha... it hurts... don't stop... harder..."
What was originally just a normal kneading quickly became rough and wild under Bei Ling's loud and seductive demands. It even quickly abandoned the breasts, and its dirty, black nails simply dug at the knife wound on the chest. The scabbed wound was torn open again, and fresh blood seeped from the wound, staining the entire chest red with the rough hands.
"Haha... so exciting... attacking from above and below... so great... it hurts... it's in... so much blood... oh... so deep... it's in... oh... mmm..."
The powerful seductive moans were suddenly blocked in the throat by a sour and smelly penis. The third bodyguard who entered hurriedly took off his pants and inserted himself into the only busy but empty hole, making this hole busy in another way.
The penis, which hadn't been properly bathed for days, was sour and smelly. Inserted into her mouth, it was nauseating. The filthy pubic hair made the stench even more unbearable, causing Beiling to cough incessantly, her face and neck turning red, tears welling in her eyes.
"Ah...so good at sucking...oh...this mouth technique...wasn't he so good at fighting during the day...now I'm the one making him cry...ha...it's reached the end...so good, I'll thrust again...oh...it's in my throat...oh...my throat is actually moving...so good...oh...what kind of technique is this...throat...it feels so good..."
With the penis forcibly inserted into her mouth, Beiling quickly began sucking, licking off the sour smell, swallowing it, then lifting her head to let the penis penetrate even deeper, all the way to her throat. She then deliberately inhaled, shook her head, and moved her throat as if to speak, even clinging tightly to the bodyguard's buttocks instead of supporting herself on the ground, pressing his penis even deeper.
From the outside, Beiling's neck appeared slightly thicker. The natural reaction of the body to a foreign object inserted into the throat is vomiting. The throat convulses violently, trying to expel the object, which in turn gives the glans penis even greater stimulation.
"Oh... this is... deep throat... so good... my throat is moving... it feels so good..."
Finally, her stomach churned up, bringing up the last bit of food inside. Instead of pushing away the bodyguard, Beiling tightened her arms around his waist, pressing his penis firmly into her throat.
The glans penis, deeply inserted into her throat, was already stimulated to its limit by the violent convulsions of her throat. Soaked in warm gastric juices, the tingling sensation instantly traveled from the base of the penis to the urethral opening, then spread throughout the glans.
The bodyguard, about to ejaculate, grabbed Beiling's head and shook it violently back and forth. The glans penis quickly scraped against Beiling's palate, tongue, teeth, and uvula before finally ejaculating deep into her throat.
"Mmm...oh...oh...oh..." After a large ejaculation, the strong bodyguard's vision went black, he felt dizzy and couldn't even stand steadily. He involuntarily took a few steps back, leaning against a wooden pillar to barely stand.
Beiling swallowed all the semen without hesitation, a satisfied expression on her face.
"Damn, she's so good at sucking! I haven't felt this good in years. Damn, she actually swallowed it all..."
"Tch~ If you can't do it, just say so. Don't make excuses. What? You swallowed it? Let me see, it really is. I've never seen such a slut." The bodyguard who had first penetrated her anus was still thrusting with pleasure. Seeing Beiling swallow even the semen, he couldn't help but slap her buttocks.
*Smack.*
"Oh...harder..." The slap on her buttocks left a five-finger mark, but Beiling asked for more force.
"Yeah, this bitch's cunt is so twisted and tight, I can't even handle it." The bodyguard who was penetrating her cunt expressed strong contempt before sucking hard on Beiling's breasts.
"Oh...so strong...harder...so deep...harder...harder...oh..." Beiling's mouth immediately started to moan loudly when she finally had some free time. It was unclear whether she wanted to be penetrated harder, spanked, or sucked harder.
"Haha, is this slut's mouth really that good at sucking? I'll try it." Beiling's request for the two bodyguards to penetrate harder was quickly silenced by the new penis, turning into a series of sucking sounds.
Of course, there were also the slapping sounds of her lower abdomen hitting her buttocks, the slapping sounds of her hands colliding with her buttocks, and the satisfied moans coming from Beiling's nose.
The four bodies were making intense piston-like movements. The two men on top and bottom were pushing hard at the same time, making Beiling rush forward, and then being pushed back by the man penetrating her mouth, and so on.
Beiling, being penetrated in three holes simultaneously,
was already in ecstasy. Copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, turning into a milky white, frothy liquid as the penis churned within, slowly dripping down her thighs, the penis, and her buttocks. Her buttocks were red from the continuous slaps, but the bodyguards behind her showed no sign of stopping; instead, they became increasingly excited and forceful with each blow.
The most severely damaged area was clearly not Beiling's buttocks, but the knife wound on her chest. From her left shoulder to her lower right abdomen, it had been torn open by the person beneath her, constantly oozing blood.
Dirty hands slid and poked at the wound, the filth on their hands like salt, irritating it. Even Beiling couldn't help but make moaning sounds through her nose, her body, especially her abdominal muscles, contracting, her brows furrowing slightly.
Blood smeared the chests and abdomens of both men with the poking hands, appearing grotesquely gruesome, seemingly proclaiming the wildness of this gang rape.
Undoubtedly, Bei Ling was enjoying this pleasurable sensation; offering her breasts to the bodyguard beneath her was her reward.
The bodyguard, who had been mocking his ex-girlfriend, was mentally prepared, but the first time he penetrated her, he still involuntarily gasped.
A hiss
followed by a series of cries: "Ah...oh...hiss...you're so good at sucking...ah..."
The bodyguard beneath her suddenly pressed his index finger hard against the knife wound, sliding it down from where it had been.
Mmm!!!
The previously faint nasal tone immediately became high-pitched, her head held high, her whole body tensed, even her vagina and anus tightened.
"Haha, tighter, oh, so good."
"Oh, so good, it feels so fucking good, keep squeezing, you stinking bitch."
After saying that, the bodyguard behind her slapped her red and slightly swollen buttocks to assert his dominance and demand that Beiling carry out her orders.
Beiling grunted through her nose to indicate that she understood, and then slowly tightened her anus.
"Oh... good, very good." He slapped her buttocks again, "Tighter."
"Good, just like that." He slapped her buttocks again as a reward.
"Haha, this bitch's asshole is amazing, it can even adjust the tightness, haha, oh... oh... so good... oh..." Before long, he ejaculated into Beiling's body.
"Hmm... hmm... hmm..." After ejaculating, Beiling immediately relaxed her anus, allowing him to withdraw.
After finishing ejaculating, the镖师 (bodyguard/escort) felt dizzy and had to lean on someone to steady himself. "Oh, that was so good! Keep going, I'm going to sleep."
Having absorbed another man's semen, Bei Ling was clearly very satisfied. Her face was flushed with pleasure, her forehead glistening with sweat, and her long, flowing hair cascaded like a black waterfall, forming waves as she moved.
An hour later, all the镖师, exhausted from Bei Ling's ministrations, had given up large amounts of semen and went to their rooms to sleep.
Only Bei Ling remained, lying on the ground in the backyard, contentedly licking the semen off her hands, each drop seemingly delicious.
The speechless Zhu镖头 (head镖师) could only order the caravan's servants to tie Bei Ling up in a spread-eagle position in the communal
room , then press all her pressure points to immobilize her before sending her to sleep in the upper room. As for when the caravan's servants would take turns with Bei Ling, Zhu镖头 didn't bother to ask.
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The next day, the group, with dark circles under their eyes, continued their journey. Beiling was no longer tied to the back of the vehicle, but lay naked inside, a very burly man pressing down on her. His large, powerful hands were forcefully grabbing and kneading her breasts, constantly changing their shape.
"Haha, such soft and big breasts, it feels so good to grab them."
His already strong hands tightened their grip, causing Beiling to let out an uncontrollable moan: "Mmm…
harder…"
Her breasts even overflowed from between his fingers. When he released her, bright red finger marks appeared on her breasts.
The burly man's lower body, of course, didn't stop. His thick, long penis thrust wildly
in and out of Beiling's vagina. Each insertion was a savage, straight plunge, the hip bones colliding violently, before he used the momentum to forcefully pull out, bringing with it white, lustful fluid.
Lustful fluids flowed slowly down Beiling's buttocks and the muscular man's penis, only to be splattered everywhere by the next impact.
The loud slapping sounds carried far, accompanied by the creaking of the carriage.
"Haha, Dayong, take it easy, don't break the carriage!" the bodyguard outside teased.
Dayong inside the carriage completely ignored him, continuing to thrust into the beauty beneath him.
"Haha, this slut is so tight, it feels so good. Weren't you so tough yesterday?"
He then raised his hands, which were gripping and kneading her breasts, pinching her two pink areolas, twisting them outwards half a turn, then pulling them long before releasing them simultaneously.
Her breasts, like stretched springs, quickly bounced back and up and down twice.
"Haha, so bouncy!"
he said, slapping Beiling's breast.
With a slap, the breast quickly bounced to one side and then returned to its original shape.
"Haha, such bouncy breasts!" he said, slapping her a dozen more times.
"Ahhhhh... harder... harder... break it..."
Beiling, slapped relentlessly, offered no resistance, one hand rubbing her clitoris while the other teased Dayong's nipples.
Soon, Beiling's breasts turned red. Dayong's anger surged: "You fucking slut, you can't use your internal energy and you still dare to look down on me? I'll fuck you to death, or I'll strangle you!"
As he spoke, Dayong grabbed Beiling's neck with one hand and her breasts, which he rubbed endlessly, with the other. Then he thrust even more violently.
"Ugh... ugh..."
Beiling's neck was choked, her previous cries were trapped in her throat, and she slowly felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult, her consciousness becoming increasingly blurred.
The pleasure from her neck, breasts, and vagina grew stronger and stronger, her vision gradually blurred, and everything before her eyes grew darker.
Unable to see, her consciousness became hazy, but her senses became more acute, feeling the pleasure from these three areas of her body constantly rising, gradually overwhelming everything else.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
A powerful orgasm coursed through her body from her vagina, and Bei Ling bounced violently like a fish out of water.
Her vagina gushed out hot vaginal fluid, drenching Da Yong's glans. Da Yong, already at his limit, felt a surge of heat rush into his glans, an instant tingling sensation spreading from there.
"Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Accompanied by uncontrollable groans and spasms, he ejaculated into Bei Ling's vagina.
Having just ejaculated, Da Yong felt weak all over and just wanted to collapse and sleep, but then he heard a shout outside, "Da Yong, hurry up and get out of here, everyone's waiting!"
"What the hell are you yelling about? Wait until I'm dressed."
Weak and drowsy, Da Yong forced himself to get dressed and get off the carriage.
The next muscular man couldn't wait any longer and climbed on before Da Yong even got off.
"Da Yong is really fierce! He made this slut cry for her parents, the carriage is almost falling apart."
Da Yong was very happy, but he only smiled weakly and followed the group on their way, without picking up the heavy broadsword.
Soon, the carriage creaked and groaned again, accompanied by Bei Ling's cries.
"Oh... another one... great... harder... grab her breasts... harder... oh...
haha... so powerful... so thick... oh... so good... oh... fuck me to death..."
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The next night, the caravan arrived at the next small town. After eating and drinking their fill, most of them had already ejaculated two or three times during the day and were too tired to continue, so they went back to their rooms to sleep. The few remaining men tied Bei Ling to a pillar.
Her hands were behind her back, wrapped around the pillar and tied behind it, making her already large breasts appear even more prominent. Her legs were spread apart, and the white semen from her vagina slowly flowed down her thighs.
A whip cracked across Bei Ling's breasts.
"Ah..." A cry containing a hint of anticipation, a touch of pain, and a dash of pleasure sent a shiver down the spines of the bodyguards. "Harder...again..."
The bodyguard, feeling insulted, was immediately enraged. He swung the whip wildly with all his might, lashing out at Bei
Ling
. * Crack ! C
... The girl, in a pitifully masochistic state, cried out unsatisfiedly, "Oh...again...harder...I want more...harder..." Her initial anger subsided as her strength rapidly depleted, and the utterly defeated镖师 (bodyguard/escort) dropped the whip, panting, and went back to his room to sleep. Zhu, the镖头 (bodyguard/escort leader), with lightning reflexes, snatched the whip before the others could reach it and lashed out. Seeing that their leader had intervened, the others could only watch resentfully. The whip struck Beiling's nipple precisely, causing her to twitch involuntarily. "Oh..." Her suppressed, sensual moans were noticeably more seductive. Another lash struck the other nipple, causing Beiling's body to twitch again. "Oh...hehehe..." An electric-like stimulation spread from her nipple to the other wounds, until her entire body was enveloped in a mini-orgasm. "Ha...ha...ha...ah!" Having just experienced an orgasm and not even having time to catch her breath, Beiling was immediately struck in the genitals by a whip, the lash striking her from clitoris to labia to anus, hitting her completely. Another wave of orgasm spread from her clitoris, overlapping the end of the previous one, the two consecutive orgasms leaving Beiling momentarily dazed. "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ha...ha..." "Haha, is that all? This is just the beginning!" The continuous whippings landed precisely on the welts where her nipples had been struck earlier. Hundreds of lashes landed on the same spots, the welts gradually deepening and widening, the skin slowly cracking and shattering, then being torn off by the whip. The dermis, noticeably more delicate, was quickly ripped off, revealing the pale yellow fat underneath, leaving two X-shaped indentations. The slow seepage of blood turned into a splattering of blood. The stimulating pleasure gradually weakened, turning into unbearable, piercing pain, and finally into numbness. "Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...ah...ah...um ...um...um..." The initially strong, seductive moans gradually turned into heart-wrenching screams, then gradually faded until they were almost silent. Beiling's once proud head was now completely drooping, her eyes tightly closed. Even when the whip struck her deep wounds or genitals, she only occasionally let out a soft "um" through her nose. "Hmph, a vixen who doesn't know her own death," Zhu the镖头 (bodyguard) said, dropping his whip and leaving. The other镖师 (bodyguards) saw their leader's ruthless treatment of the woman, wanting to dissuade him but daring not to. Seeing that the once sexy and fiery beauty, whom they had planned to have a few rounds of sex with before going to sleep, now had her breasts bruised and battered, they all helplessly returned to their rooms to sleep. ******************************** On the third day, Beiling, her chest wrapped in gauze, continued to be gang-raped in the carriage during the day and tortured at night. More than a month passed like this. The caravan had traveled from the prosperous Central Plains to the northern border and would cross the border in a few days. Suddenly, more than twenty men rushed out of the roadside woods, each wielding a weapon. "This mountain is mine, these trees are mine, if you want to pass, leave your toll!" the bandit leader shouted loudly... The镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) were speechless; what a corny line! The bandits' lines were corny, but there were many of them, and the leader was clearly very strong; his shouts made everyone's ears ring. The镖师 didn't dare to be careless and immediately called for the others to catch up, forming a battle formation under the command of their head镖师, Zhu. "Gentlemen, you look unfamiliar. Which brothers are you?" "I, Zhu, am the chieftain of Black Wind Stronghold." "Haha, so you're also surnamed Zhu. We're from the same clan. Would you do me a favor?" "Since we're from the same clan, doing me a favor isn't impossible." ... The two Zhu leaders were arguing for a while when a bandit ran up and whispered something in the chieftain's ear. "Really?" The bandit nodded. The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) sensed things might not be so simple and secretly became wary. Suddenly, the chieftain attacked, his hook hand forming a claw as he aimed straight for the head镖师's face. Fortunately, the head镖师 was prepared and wasn't caught off guard. Seeing their leaders attack, both sides immediately swarmed forward, engaging in a fierce brawl. Just as everyone was fighting intensely, a beautiful figure suddenly rushed out from the caravan, leaping above the crowd and bouncing around on people's heads. Every passing镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) was left bleeding from all seven orifices and collapsed, while the bandits were unharmed. In no time, the镖师 were all slaughtered. The remaining caravan laborers were dumbfounded. "Alright, leave the goods behind, you can go," Bei Ling announced domineeringly. Faced with overwhelming force, Boss Gao could only helplessly submit, ordering his men to pack their belongings. After packing a cartload, he turned back dejectedly. "Alright, this mission is complete again. Thank you for your hard work. Enjoy yourselves for the next few days..."

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