The Dark and Cruel Ending of Yan Sui

"The Beauty of Sui" - A Dark and Cruel Ending
Author: Last First Name Count: 51139
This story is a cathartic work I wrote after finishing "The Beauty of Sui." The original "The Beauty of Sui" is a normal online novel, but the author really likes to torture the protagonist, so the book often contains melodramatic, sentimental passages, which infuriated me, a bookworm used to reading light novels. However, the author's writing is excellent, and the characters are well-developed, so I couldn't help but finish it. Thus, I wrote this short story, a story of torture for the sake of torture.
My writing skills come entirely from the online novels I frequently read, and this is my first time writing such a long story. Inevitably, there are many awkward sentences and disorganized paragraphs; please bear with me.
Finally, although I admire the original author's stubbornness in completely disregarding reader reviews and only writing the novel in his heart, even if it flops and dies, he will never abandon it, I still want to say to him: "What the hell I wrote is a comedy!"
The main text:
"Whoosh..." Zhang felt a chill run through her body and woke up from her slumber. "What happened? Didn't I have a fight with my 'misfortune' and end up spending the night in a temple?" Zhang thought, looking at her body, its curves exposed from being soaked by water.
"You're awake?" A strange male voice sounded beside her. Zhang quickly turned around and saw three men dressed in black standing not far away. She shuddered and hurriedly looked around. The lighting was dim, the walls were somewhat mottled, there were no windows, and a single incandescent light bulb invented by her husband hung from the ceiling. "This must be a basement," Zhang suddenly realized. "Have I been kidnapped again?"
Forcing herself to calm down, Zhang asked the three men standing beside her, "Who are you? Why have you kidnapped me?"
The tallest of the three replied, "Your Highness is truly forgetful. After only a few years, you've even forgotten your own grandson. I am Li Guangyao, the son of Crown Prince Jiancheng. Don't you have any recollection of the family you ruined?"
"So it was you?" Zhang said, reaching for her inner thigh, where a pistol specially made for her by Zhen Mingku was hidden.
"Are you looking for this?" Li Guangyao asked mockingly, holding up a dark object. Only then did Zhang realize that Li Guangyao was holding a pistol that emitted a dark glint. "Don't treat people like fools. A beauty like you, if captured, is bound to be touched inappropriately. Even if you hid this thing in your pubic area, it would still be found." Li Guangyao's voice was mocking, but his face was expressionless, giving Zhang the feeling of seeing a wolf. "Although I don't know what this is for, anything made by Zhen Mingku is never simple. Of course, you are no simpleton either, my Empress Dowager. After two years as an assassin, you yourself are a murder weapon. Thanks to the sedatives produced by Sun's Pharmaceuticals, you can only be manipulated now."
Zhang then realized that although she was clearly sober, her limbs were still weak, so she asked in a trembling voice, "What do you want?"
Li Guangyao did not answer, but walked to a corner of the basement, took out a tinderbox, lit a few candles, and revealed the figures in the corner by the light. It turned out to be several small memorial tablets. Then Li Guangyao knelt down in front of the tablets and respectfully kowtowed three times. Although Zhang was too far away to see the words on the tablets, But the memorial tablets that made Lee Kuan Yew kneel were undoubtedly those of his closest relatives. "You've probably guessed it already, they are my father, uncles, and grandfather, your former husband and sons. Don't you understand what I want to do?" Lee Kuan Yew turned around and stared at Zhang Shi. Although his voice was filled with suppressed anger, his face remained calm. "Since Grandpa likes you so much, I, as his grandson, naturally want to do everything I can to satisfy him. This time, I'm sending you down to reunite with him."
Looking into Lee Kuan Yew's bloodshot eyes, Zhang Shi began to tremble slightly. Perhaps it was out of fear, or perhaps it was because she was soaked. Her thin clothes, wet and clinging to her body, completely exposed her full curves. Her breasts trembled incessantly, and the two small protrusions were eye-catching against the backdrop of her bright red, thin bodice. Her collar was completely open, and her face was pale, which further highlighted her full, sensual red lips.
"You don't need to act like this," Lee Kuan Yew's eyes glanced at Zhang's unusually large breasts. Although they were still covered by a layer of clothing, their shape and even the nipples were clearly visible, far more alluring than being completely naked. Despite this beauty, Lee Kuan Yew remained calm. "We know that Zhen Mingku once told you that you could sacrifice your chastity for your life. You're afraid we'll kill you immediately, so you're trying to buy you time with your beauty."
Zhang's heart trembled, and she looked at Lee Kuan Yew in confusion. "You must be wondering how I know about such a private conversation, right? Zhang Jun, Wang Wei, step forward. Explain this to my grandmother." Initially, Zhang's attention was entirely focused on Lee Kuan Yew, and she hadn't paid much attention to the other two. Only now did she realize their figures were familiar. "Madam, it's us." One of them stepped forward. "How could it be you?" Zhang asked in surprise. It turned out that the two men were the guards that Zhen Mingku had assigned to Zhang. These two men had followed Zhen Mingku in his campaigns and were among his most trusted subordinates. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been responsible for the safety of Zhen Mingku's beloved woman. How could they have betrayed Zhen Mingku? "Could you have been spies planted by Li all along?" Zhang asked in astonishment. "Shut up!" At this moment, the man standing behind stepped forward and shouted, "Our lives were given to us by the General. How could we betray him?" "Then how do you explain your actions, Wang Wei?" Zhang was not familiar with Zhen Mingku's subordinates, but this man named Wang Wei also had a long scar on his face, making him easy to recognize.
"Betraying you isn't betraying the General!" Wang Wei replied harshly, the long scar on his face twisting like a venomous dragon. "The General is wise and mighty; his only mistake in this life was falling in love with you." Suddenly, Wang Wei grabbed Zhang's collar and lifted her up. "You shameless whore, you are unworthy of the General! For you, the General has faced countless dangers. Back then, the General and only thirty of us traversed the north and south of Goryeo, never facing certain death—even amidst thousands of troops! Yet, back by your side, the General has repeatedly escaped death, while you, this whore, insist on staying in that brothel the General can't reach, selling your body and attracting attention, making the General lose face while also exposing your wits and strength for your safety!" Wang Wei slammed Zhang back to the ground. Zhang's alluring, nearly naked state seemed to ignite no lust in him. Wang Wei gritted his teeth, staring into Zhang's eyes, and continued, "Back then, the General showed us the vastness of the world..." "We promised to lead our army across the world, to spread the glory of the Chinese nation throughout the globe. And it was because of you that the Great General gave up everything to retire with you. Our ideals and the Great General's ideals have all been destroyed by you, you whore!"
Wang Wei, increasingly agitated, couldn't help but reach for the steel sword at his waist. Zhang Jun, standing beside him, quickly reached out and hugged Wang Wei, shouting at him, "It's not the right time yet..."
Zhang Shi, lying on the ground, was pale. "I never imagined I was so worthless in my husband's eyes, but I haven't truly wronged my husband," Zhang Shi thought blankly.
At this moment, Lee Kuan Yew squatted down beside her, pinched Zhang's chin with his fingers, and forced her to lift her face, saying: "You may think that as long as you haven't been penetrated by another man, you haven't lost your virginity, but in reality, according to the precepts for women, you should have been drowned in a pig cage dozens of times over. How many men have you shown your body to? How many men have touched and abused your entire body? Just like this time, you used your seductive tricks again. Except for your pubic area, your entire body and even your mind have long been defiled. Zhen Mingku once wanted to take you away from Baihuayuan, but you disagreed. When you were in Wagang, he wanted to take you away from the brothel, but you still disagreed. You always have all sorts of reasons to refuse Zhen Mingku. In fact, you just crave the infatuated look in men's eyes." "Even now that Zhen Mingku and you have gone into seclusion, your daily attire is still incredibly provocative. You wear only two thin silk garments, including your undergarment and bodice, barely concealing your nipples. You usually go out in this outfit. Your reputation for beauty has already spread throughout the area. Otherwise, how would I have found you, who is now living in seclusion?" As he spoke, he reached out and gently caressed Zhang's slightly trembling left breast through the bright red silk bodice.
Zhang forcefully turned her head away from Li Guangyao's fingers that were pinching her chin and shouted at Wang Wei and Zhang Jun, "Even if you look down on me, I am still Zhen Mingku's wife. Are you just going to watch others defile me?"
Wang Wei, who had just been persuaded by Zhang Jun, immediately jumped up, "You are Li Yuan's concubine, not the general's wife! You followed the enemy who almost killed the general for two whole years, and you still have the nerve to call yourself the general's wife? You bitch..." Zhang Jun had no choice but to step over and pull the enraged Wang Wei back down.
While stroking Zhang's left breast, Lee Kuan Yew said, "Don't waste your time. They won't help you. You may think that only the two of them betrayed you, but in reality, far too many of Zhen Mingku's subordinates want you dead. They are just the executors; the planners are far more numerous than you can imagine." After saying this, he pinched the nipple protruding from the silk with his fingers and gently rotated it. The little thing swelled up rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and Zhang couldn't help but let out a groan that sounded like both pain and pleasure.
"They call you a prostitute, and you certainly won't admit it, but your body certainly does." She lightly flicked the swollen nipple with her finger, and a tempting wave of flesh quickly spread across her left breast, clearly visible even through her soaked bodice. "Moist and plump, truly a treasure that captivates countless men. Back when you were a tofu seller, these two things weren't nearly as magnificent, and one person certainly couldn't have developed them this large. This must have been developed by a group of men in the military camp when you were a camp prostitute, right?" "You're talking nonsense..." Zhang retorted in a trembling voice, enduring the tingling yet pleasurable sensation in her chest.
"Now that you mention it, I understand. Back then, you used your looks to gain the fighting skills of a master in the army. There weren't many people who could touch your breasts. The problem is, Zhen Mingku himself was one of the best in the world. Why didn't you ask him for advice? Because you wanted to experience the different sensations of different people and different hands touching your breasts, right?" As he spoke, Li Guangyao squeezed Zhang's breasts with both hands at the same time, shaping the two fleshy mounds like Transformers, sometimes round and sometimes flat. "Hmm..." This feeling, different from the gentle caresses before, made Zhang groan. "The men in the army don't have much skill. They're probably much stronger than I am now, yet you look like you're enjoying it. You really are a slut." Although Zhang wanted to refute, all she could manage were moans and groans. Her sensitive constitution made it difficult for her to speak properly when her breasts were being invaded. Her eyes were misty, and her cheeks were flushed. Wang Wei and Zhang Jun, watching this lewd scene, were filled with anger, showing no lust whatsoever. "Truly a whore unworthy of the general... Li Guangyao, don't forget our agreement," Wang Wei shouted.
Li Guangyao released his hands from Zhang's breasts and gently placed her on the ground. "Hmm..." Zhang let out a dissatisfied gasp, whether from Li Guangyao's humiliation or from the fact that he had stopped fondling her breasts, it was unclear. Li Guangyao stood up and said to Wang Wei, "You're too tense. I know what I'm doing." Then he turned to Zhang on the ground and said, "I've studied you. You're an extraordinary person. According to the data I've collected, the number of times you've been captured in the past two years is more than a normal person would do in ten lifetimes, and each time it was at a crucial moment..." Someone suddenly appeared to rescue you, as if you possess great fortune protecting you. This made even Zhen Mingku's old subordinates like Zhang Jun and Wang Wei hesitant to attack you, fearing that killing you would affect Zhen Mingku's luck. Hence, this operation. We won't kill you immediately, but will give you two hours. During this time, we will subject you to "women's torture," a form of punishment specifically for women. Although this place is remote and hard to find, it's still within the city and not far from the Zhen family. If someone truly finds this place and rescues you within two hours, it proves that you indeed possess great fortune and are very important to Zhen Mingku. Zhang Jun and Wang Wei's colleagues will sincerely accept you as their general's wife, and I will not seek revenge on you again, because by then the three of us will be dead. If no one can find this place within two hours, it proves that you are of no use to Zhen Mingku, and are even a stumbling block to his rise in the world. I will personally kill you to appease my ancestors."
Zhang lowered her head, her mind a jumble of thoughts: "How did I end up in danger again? Will someone come to save me in time as they say? I have to save myself. I can't put all my hopes in other people's hands. Zhang Jun and Wang Wei are my husband's old subordinates. I don't believe they would really hurt my husband. After all, I am the woman Mingku loves the most." After thinking it all through, Zhang raised her head and stared directly at Zhang Jun and Wang Wei, saying, "Do you know that you are cooperating with your ill-fated enemy? This may be a trap he has set to strike at your ill-fated self."
At this moment, Zhang Jun, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up: "The general may suffer for a while, but now the general has a second wife, a third wife, and young ladies. For their sake, the general will soon recover." However, although Zhang Jun spoke rather coldly, a trace of hesitation appeared on his face.
Wang Wei, standing nearby, interjected, "The General did suffer during the two years you feigned death, but do you know what? After recovering, the General revealed his lion-like nature once more; he absolutely has the ability to trample the entire world under his feet! Now, General… why did you, you bitch, reappear before him? Why didn't you disappear completely?"
At this moment, Lee Kuan Yew, looking up, also spoke up, "Although Zhen Mingku stole my Lee family's empire, killed my father and uncles, and imprisoned my grandfather, I don't hate him. I know our Lee family will create an unprecedented golden age, but Zhen Mingku can lead the Chinese nation to conquer the entire world. When I saw the world map hanging in the new school, I understood that family feuds are insignificant compared to the fate of the nation, and besides, he didn't…" "He wanted to exterminate our Li family. Although we became commoners, the political system he created still preserves the opportunity for the Li family to rise to the top of China again. Someone from our Li family will definitely prove to him once again the excellence of our Li bloodline." After saying this, Lee Kuan Yew lowered his head, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Zhang's face. He remained silent for a full half minute before speaking: "And you... I only have murderous intent in my heart. You are the real culprit who killed my family. You probably don't know how many people died because of you, do you? I will not feel any guilt in killing you. You think you have saved many refugees at the Hundred Flowers Pavilion and can be called a living bodhisattva. But at the same time, you have hindered Zhen Mingku's steps and shackled his ambitions. He should have been able to end this cannibalistic world sooner and let China retain more vitality. You have a good heart but do evil deeds. You deserve to die!"
Zhang fell silent. "Are they right? Do I really deserve to die? No, he's talking nonsense." Zhang stubbornly glared at Li Guangyao, about to refute him, when Li Guangyao interrupted, "Now that you're back by Zhen Mingku's side, he's started to slack off again, forgetting his responsibilities. After you faked your death, Changsun stayed with him for two years, but none of this happened again. Is that a coincidence? Do you dare say this isn't your responsibility? Zhen Mingku became a stay-at-home dad, so didn't my family die in vain?" Zhang was interrupted by Li Guangyao, and the words that were on the tip of her tongue couldn't be uttered. These seemingly plausible but ultimately flawed arguments filled her head, her mind a mess, and she was speechless for a moment.
"Alright, we're not here to teach you a lesson this time. Prepare for torture." Li Guangyao raised his head and said to Zhang Jun beside him, "Go and get the torture instruments. They're in the box under my family's memorial tablets. Wang Wei and I will make the torture bed." Only then did Zhang notice a strange indentation in the middle of the basement floor. At this moment, Wang Wei and Li Guangyao walked to the two ends of the rectangular indentation and simultaneously reached out as if to grab something. They shouted at the same time and pulled hard upwards. A rectangular stone platform rose from the indentation. It turned out that there was an iron ring at each end of the stone platform, which seemed to be a lifting mechanism. Pulling the iron rings would raise the stone platform. The stone platform was nearly two meters long, about half a meter wide, and about half a meter above the ground. At this moment, a clattering sound came from the Li family's memorial tablets. Zhang Jun dragged a wooden box to the side of the stone platform.
"Come here," Li Guangyao said to Zhang Shi. "The tranquilizer will only deprive you of your formidable martial prowess, but it won't render you unable to walk. You've been a female soldier and assassin before; don't let this turn into a scene of pigstying and slaughtering."
Zhang Shi swayed as she stood up, glared fiercely at Li Guangyao, and slowly walked towards the stone platform. Li Guangyao squatted down and rummaged through the wooden box, finally taking out three heavy, dark sticks. Their material was unclear. Each stick had an iron ring at the top, but instead of the three-section staff's joint, they were connected end-to-end, forming the shape of the Chinese character "个" (ge). Although Zhang Shi was quite knowledgeable, she couldn't recognize what kind of torture device this was.
At this moment, Li Guangyao saw that Zhang had walked to the stone platform. Seeing the puzzled look in Zhang's eyes as she looked at the stick in her hand, he said, "This is a breast clamping stick, specially used to torture your breasts. Of course, it can't be used on women with small breasts. Today, your breasts are going to suffer. These instruments of torture are rarely used after they were made, because it's rare to find a large-breasted woman who commits a crime. This time, we'll all be brought out to have some fun."
After hearing Li Guangyao's introduction, Zhang subconsciously covered her chest with her arms. However, her G-cup breasts were too large, and Zhang's arms were very thin and weak. It was as if thick white ropes were tied around her breasts, and the flesh of her breasts overflowed from above and below her arms, making it look like one pair of breasts had become two pairs. The lewd scene could make a man's eyes pop out of their sockets, but the three men opposite him were oblivious to this and went about their business. Zhang Jun was tidying up the box, Wang Wei was wiping the stone platform with a cloth, and Li Guangyao was adjusting the length of the iron rings on the breast clamping stick.
After adjusting the breast clamps, Li Guangyao handed them to Wang Wei, who had just finished wiping the stone platform. He then turned to Zhang and said, "These instruments of torture won't actually damage your body, meaning they won't cause permanent harm. You'd better cooperate with us and avoid any accidental injuries from the struggle. Don't force us to kill you prematurely either. Remember Zhen Mingku's instructions to you."
At this moment, Zhang hesitated, slowly lowering her arms that had been tightly clutching her breasts. "That's right. If someone comes to save you within two hours, you'll fulfill your promise to Zhen Mingku. If no one comes to save you, then it's not your fault." Li Guangyao then walked up to Zhang and ordered, "Take off your outer skirt." Zhang was startled, raising her arms again. Although the thin, soaked skirt couldn't completely cover her figure, it was still a form of protection. After taking it off, she was left with only a bodice. "Have you forgotten what I just said? Don't force me to kill you now! The longer you drag this out, the greater your chances of being rescued." Li Guangyao threatened. Zhang frowned, finally resigned, and began to untie the silk sash around her waist. After a few rustling sounds, the sash came off. The loose-fitting skirt, now unbound, spread open, revealing a small bodice underneath. The bright red, soft bodice was incredibly smooth and exceptionally thin and sheer. When wet, it clung completely to Zhang's breasts, clearly showing the protrusions of her nipples and even the areolas. The bright red bodice revealed the milky white of her flesh, making it very beautiful. There was nothing embroidered on the bodice, but the two small bumps explained why—these bumps were a hundred times more beautiful than any embroidery. The bodice wasn't a traditional style; it didn't cover the area below the collarbone, but only two-thirds of her breasts, revealing a deep, white cleavage.
After removing her blouse, Zhang was almost completely naked from the waist up. Staring at Li Guangyao, she asked, "Is this alright?" "Take off your skirt too. Also, hand me your waistband; we'll need it later," Li Guangyao replied, reaching out to grab the ribbon from Zhang's hand. This time, Zhang didn't hesitate much. She bent down and untied the sash of her inner skirt. The silky fabric immediately slid down, revealing Zhang's strong, slender legs and the small panties covering them. It was clearly a design by Zhen Mingku; the bright red color was obviously part of a set with the bodice. The fabric was very narrow, completely unlike the style of modern women's underpants. The small piece of fabric only covered her mons pubis, with only a small band around her buttocks. Because it was made of the same silk as the bodice, the peach-shaped mons pubis was clearly visible, and the small slit in the middle and the small fleshy bud at the tip could be seen upon close inspection—it was incredibly sexy.
"Now do as I say," Li Guangyao commanded Zhang Shi. "Lie down on your side on the stone platform. It's made of soft black jade, not cold at all." Zhang Shi did as instructed and lay down on the stone platform. She found it to be warm and soft, with a wonderfully comfortable texture. "If I can escape this time, I'll definitely bring this black jade bed home," Zhang Shi thought somewhat obliviously.
"Raise your arms above your head and thrust your breasts out." Zhang Shi obeyed and raised her arms. Without the cover of her arms, her full breasts were fully exposed, although they were still covered by her small undergarment. Because she was lying on her left side, her left breast pressed against her right, while her right breast lay flat on the stone platform. "There aren't many women who can lie on their side with their left breast pressing against their right," Zhang Shi thought again, her obliviousness running wild.
At this moment, Lee Kuan Yew walked up to Zhang Shi, reached out and grasped her heavy breasts, lifting them up. Wang Wei then used a breast clamping stick, the forked end of which was inserted into Zhang Shi's cleavage. One breast clamping stick was placed under Zhang Shi's right breast near the stone platform, one was inserted between her breasts, and one was placed above her left breast. Then Wang Wei gathered the two forked ends of the breast clamping stick, clamping it at the base of Zhang Shi's breasts, and slowly but firmly squeezed it towards the center.
As the breast clamping stick was squeezed, the front of Zhang Shi's breasts began to swell, and the two nipples, unwilling to be idle, pushed against her small bodice. Zhang Shi slowly felt the pain in her breasts. Although the initial feeling of her breasts swelling was strange, it now turned into a burning pain, as if two torches had been stuffed inside her breasts. Of course, given the amount of milk in Zhang Shi's breasts, it was possible to actually stuff torches inside.
The breast clamps gradually closed, the gap between them decreasing inch by inch, leaving less and less space for Zhang's breasts. When only two inches remained, Zhang finally cried out in pain, "Ugh... Ah... It hurts so much, it's going to break! Ah... No..."
At this moment, Li Guangyao gently stroked Zhang's engorged breasts with one hand, while using the other to wipe the sweat from her forehead with a silk handkerchief, saying softly, "You haven't reached your limit yet, and your breasts haven't reached their limit either. This is only the first form of torture, and you can't even bear it? Think of your promise to Zhen Mingku, that you can endure any pain to live and see your husband."
Finally, the other ends of the breast clamps closed completely, the three clamps becoming perfectly parallel, with only an inch between them. The front of Zhang's breasts swelled up like balloons, and her nipples protruded nearly an inch. Although Li Guangyao continued to comfort and encourage Zhang, she continued to scream in agony.
At this moment, Wang Wei, who was tightly gripping the breast clamp, asked Li Guangyao, "Won't her loud screams attract attention?" "If it does attract attention, then it's fate, and we're the ones who will die," Li Guangyao replied, looking up. At this moment, Li Guangyao felt that Zhang's breasts were hardening, and feeling that it was about time, he instructed Wang Wei, "You can loosen them now." Wang Wei did as he was told, slowly releasing the breast clamp, and Zhang's breasts gradually softened. At this moment, Zhang let out a series of long moans, "Mmm...ha..." Her chest heaved violently.
Lee Kuan Yew gently kneaded Zhang's left breast with one hand, feeling that the blood circulation inside the breast had returned to normal. He then pinched Zhang's nipple and gently swung her left breast, creating waves of flesh that could easily shatter the dam of reason in most men, but the three men in the secret room were clearly not among them. Zhang's breast, having just experienced a sharp pain, was now amplified in sensitivity, and Lee Kuan Yew's skillful caresses sent an indescribable pleasure rushing to her brain, causing her to let out soft moans.
"Hehe, you've finally tasted the joy of torture. How can you feel sweet happiness without excruciating pain?" Lee Kuan Yew said as he tugged at Zhang's nipple.
Zhang blushed with shame for her earlier shameless moans, closing her eyes like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. "Am I really such a slut? Being tortured like this should be unbearable, but I'm actually wet, sticky and uncomfortable down there. The pain I felt earlier was better; at least I wasn't so humiliated." Zhang's thoughts raced.
Li Guangyao seemed to understand Zhang's thoughts and said to Wang Wei, "We can begin." Wang Wei tightened the breast clamps again, and Zhang's breasts swelled and perked up once more. Her pitiful screams echoed in the room again, but this time they were much quieter than before. When the clamps were fully closed again, Li Guangyao tested the firmness of Zhang's breasts. When he felt it was about right, he instructed Wang Wei to loosen the clamps, then wait a short while before tightening them again. This repeated until the fifth time. Even though the clamps had loosened, Zhang continued to scream. The screams sounded strange, not like screams of unbearable pain.
Li Guangyao then smelled a faint fishy odor and looked down at Zhang's abdomen. "So that's it, hehe... Since you like this game so much, let's play it a little longer," Li Guangyao thought to himself.
When the clamp tightened for the tenth time, Zhang suddenly convulsed, and her scream suddenly became high-pitched again, startling Wang Wei, who was holding the clamp. "Ignore her," Li Guangyao ordered, and this time he did not order the clamp to be loosened. Gradually, Zhang's scream turned into weak sobs, her skin trembled slightly and turned a bright red, and a strange fishy smell gradually spread. "Alright, release the clamps," Li Guangyao instructed. "The first punishment is complete."
"Pop..." Wang Wei removed the clamps from between Zhang's breasts. A slight suction was generated on the clamps, producing a sound similar to that of a stick pulled from a muddy ditch. It turned out that Zhang's breasts were exceptionally large, and her breasts and bodice were soaked with her sweat and the water that had been used to wake her earlier, hence the pleasant sound. As the clamps passed over Zhang's breasts, they created waves of flesh, surging from the base of her breasts to the nipples like ocean waves, gradually subsiding after three complete waves, fully demonstrating the perfect texture of this creation of heaven.
"Mmm..." Zhang let out a long moan, as if she were letting out a sigh of relief after the torture was over, yet it also sounded like a coquettish complaint of unsatisfied desire. It sounded incredibly complex. During this time, Li Guangyao hadn't wiped Zhang's face, so her disheveled hair covered her cheeks, making it impossible to deduce her true feelings from her expression. However, Zhang's body was trembling slightly, as if trying to express something.
"What's wrong with her?" Wang Wei asked Li Guangyao, puzzled. "She's had an orgasm. You can observe between her legs." So Wang Wei looked at Zhang's underwear between her legs and found that the once bright red underwear had turned dark red, with some unknown liquid seeping out, glistening under the light. Seeing this, Wang Wei's expression changed several times, finally settling on anger. "She really is a slut unworthy of the general. Killing this slut was undoubtedly the right thing to do!" Wang Wei turned back and picked up the cloth he had used to wipe the stone platform, wiping the sweat stains off Zhang's nipple clamps as he silently thought to himself. The tension that had lingered on Wang Wei's face from the beginning gradually faded. After all, he was dealing with the general's most beloved woman, and he still felt somewhat awkward and guilty. However, seeing Zhang's behavior, his guilt slowly subsided.
After about three or four minutes, Li Guangyao patted Zhang's bare shoulder and said, "Don't stay in bed. The second punishment is ready." Zhang didn't move, letting her disheveled hair cover her face, and remained silent. Li Guangyao thought for a moment and understood what was going on: "Don't be shy. One of the two groups in this secret room will definitely not be able to get out and see the sun. If you are rescued, we will die. If no one rescues you, you will die. Once you get out, you can't tell us what happened here, and neither can we. What happened here is destined not to leave this secret room."
At this moment, Zhang slowly got up from the black jade bed. Li Guangyao reached out and brushed aside the disheveled hair covering Zhang's face, discovering that Zhang's flushed cheeks were full of the afterglow of her orgasm, but also showed a trace of shame. Her eyes were brimming with tears, yet miraculously they held back, never spilling, making Zhang's gaze appear dreamy and alluring.
Li Guangyao pinched Zhang's chin with his fingers, forcing her to lift her head, and said, "Feeling confused and ashamed that you were tortured to the point of climax? Actually, that's normal. I worked at Sun's Pharmacy for half a year. Your situation is simply an emergency measure by your brain. Prolonged, intense pain can damage the brain. Ordinary people would avoid this by falling into a coma, but you've undergone rigorous training and are not easily overwhelmed by pain. So your brain confuses your pain with pleasure, and you've been tortured to the point of climax. Of course, your sensitive constitution is also astonishing." Hearing this, a slight look of relief appeared on Zhang's face.
Li Guangyao removed his hand from Zhang's chin, grabbed her arm, and led her to the other side of the black jade bed. There, Zhang Jun, who had been nowhere to be seen, was squatting on the floor assembling a strange frame. The frame was about a meter tall, with two pulley-like objects arranged vertically at the top. These pulleys were actually only about the thickness of rolling pins. The frame had several round cranks, their specific function unclear.
"What is this?" Zhang asked Li Guangyao. "This thing is called a nipple roller. It's actually an advanced version of the nipple clamping stick. It was inspired by the steel plate rolling machine your husband invented. The nipple clamping stick can only clamp your nipples, but this nipple roller can fully and completely crush your breasts, forcing the contents of your breasts to flow back and forth. The pain it produces is much more terrible than the nipple clamping stick. This thing shouldn't give you any more orgasms, so you don't have to worry about losing face again."
Hearing this introduction, Zhang looked at the strange shelf with a look of panic on her face. After a while, she calmed herself down a bit: "Then what do I need to do?" Zhang asked again.
Lee Kuan Yew led Zhang to the front of the milk mill, then ordered her to kneel on a soft cushion beneath it. "This punishment will only make your little undergarment a burden," he said, moving behind Zhang and untying the straps of the undergarment at the back of her neck and waist. As the undergarment slipped off her upper body, he scooped up the brightly colored and sexy undergarment. Lee Kuan Yew squeezed it in his hand, and water droplets immediately seeped through his fingers. It seemed the little thing was completely soaked. When he opened his palm again, the undergarment had been crumpled into a small ball, only slightly larger than Lee Kuan Yew's thumb, indicating that the material used to make the undergarment was not ordinary.
With her bodice removed, Zhang's upper body was completely naked. Her fair body seemed sculpted from white jade, with delicate collarbones, a slender swan neck, rounded shoulders, and a narrow waist. Her slightly protruding abdomen from kneeling, her diamond-encrusted navel, and of course, her pair of enormous breasts, easily a G-cup, showed no signs of the torture inflicted upon them. The perfectly teardrop-shaped, jade-colored breasts and their bright red nipples formed two treasures that could drive anyone, including many women, mad. At this moment, Zhang did not raise her arms to cover her breasts, appearing completely at ease.
"That's good. It's better for everyone if you behave." "Stop talking nonsense. Do what you want to do to me quickly." Zhang's face showed displeasure. "Alright, since you're so eager to experience this breast-grinding machine, then I'll grant your wish." Li Guangyao said as he handed the undergarment in his hand to Zhang Jun beside him. Zhang Jun took the undergarment, folded it into a neat square, and put it in a small brocade box along with the dress Zhang had just taken off. Up until now, Zhang Jun seemed unwilling to get too close to Zhang, nor did he participate in the torture of Zhang. After putting down the brocade box, he went to the wooden box containing the torture instruments and began rummaging through it, probably preparing the next set of torture instruments.
"Now put your arms behind your back." Zhang did as he was told. Li Guangyao put two leather wristbands on Zhang's wrists and connected the two small iron rings on the wristbands together. Then he went around to Zhang's opposite side and ordered Wang Wei to open the iron buckle on one side of the breast mill, lifting up one of the millstones. Li Guangyao then grabbed Zhang's tender red nipples with both hands and placed Zhang's breasts on the millstone below. Wang Wei then pressed the raised millstone back down and locked the iron buckle on that end, so that Zhang's breasts were tightly pressed between the two millstones. These two millstones were only as thick as rolling pins and would not obstruct the view much, allowing for a full observation of how Zhang's breasts were being crushed.
Li Guangyao teased Zhang's nipples slightly, then looked up at Zhang and asked, "Are you ready?" "Would my opinion be of any use?" Zhang replied with a sneer. "Let's begin then." Lee Kuan Yew then turned to Wang Wei and said, "Let her experience it with 3.5 centimeters first." Wang Wei used his hand to turn the winch on the side of the breast roller, gradually tightening the gap between the two rollers until the dial indicated 3.5 centimeters. Zhang was sweating profusely from the pain, but so far the breast roller hadn't shown any difference from the previous breast clamping rod, and Zhang could still endure the pain, so she didn't make a sound.
"Start grinding," Lee Kuan Yew said to Wang Wei, "I'll stop when I say stop." Wang Wei began to turn the winch of the upper roller, and the roller began to slowly rotate, grinding from the base of Zhang's breast towards the tip. With this grinding, the part of Zhang's breast at the tip began to gradually swell, the contents of the breast began to accumulate on that side, and the nipple and even the areola began to protrude forward, becoming increasingly red.
At first, Zhang didn't feel much pain, at least not much different from the nipple clamps. But as the nipple rollers started operating, the feeling of slowly flattening her round breasts shot straight from her chest to her brain. Moreover, with the rotation of the rollers, the contents of her breasts were forcibly driven to the front, and the remaining space was crushed smaller and smaller. It felt as if her breasts were about to explode. "Ahhh..." Zhang finally couldn't help but let out a shrill scream: "Stop! It's going to explode..." Zhang pleaded with Wang Wei. Wang Wei turned to look at Li Guangyao, who, without looking up, looked at the front of Zhang's swollen, red and purple breasts and replied: "Don't stop, I know what I'm doing." "Didn't you say these instruments of torture wouldn't cause me permanent damage?" Zhang shouted at Li Guangyao. Only then did Lee Kuan Yew raise his head to look at Zhang's face, flushed with pain, and her lips trembling. He replied, "I've done experiments with sows' udders. Crushing a udder requires at least 1.5 centimeters. Your udders are far more flexible and have more fluid contents than a sow's. 3.5 centimeters is simply not enough to crush them. You should have confidence in your breasts." "You actually compared my breasts to a sow's?" "Get to the point, okay? We're discussing crushing your breasts..."
As the two argued, the udder roller gradually rolled past the middle of Zhang's breast, moving closer to the nipple. Sure enough, the contents squeezed at the front of the breast stubbornly flowed back to the back through the gap between the two rollers. From directly above, Zhang's breast looked like a gourd, one end gradually enlarging and the other gradually shrinking.
Finally, the rollers reached the edge of the areola. "You can stop now," Lee Kuan Yew ordered Wang Wei, then turned to Zhang and said, "See? Don't underestimate their tenacity." He then held one of the rolled breasts in his hands, her nipple still pressed between the rollers, and began to squeeze, stroke, and gently bounce it, causing the contents to bounce back and forth within the breast. This novel sensation caused Zhang's earlier screams to turn into soft moans.
After about two minutes, Lee Kuan Yew finished fondling Zhang's breasts and said, "This is what they call 'after hardship comes happiness.' Don't you feel a sweetness you've never experienced before?" "What kind of logic is that? I'd rather not have this so-called sweetness..." Zhang opened her eyes, still immersed in the strange pleasure, and glared at Lee Kuan Yew. "But you had no choice," Lee Kuan Yew replied solemnly but with a mocking tone. In a fit of pique, Zhang closed her eyes, lowered her head, and remained silent. "You'll have to speak up soon enough," Li Guangyao said, straightening up. He then instructed Wang Wei, who was standing beside the breast mill, "Grind it in the opposite direction." Wang Wei began turning the winch again, this time slowly grinding from the nipple towards the base of the breast. When the mill had passed about a third of the way down her breast, Zhang, who had been stubbornly silent, finally couldn't take it anymore. The pain of grinding her breasts and the swelling caused by the contents made her scream again.
"You don't need to be stubborn," Li Guangyao said to Zhang. "If it hurts, just scream. There's no need to endure it. No one here will laugh at you. Maybe your screams will attract your help." Then Li Guangyao squatted down and began teasing Zhang's nipples with his fingers, gently pinching and rotating the two small pink nipples while flicking them. Lee Kuan Yew, having been a prince, was skilled in many ways with women. He had even hired a master of bedroom arts to teach him these techniques. Waves of pleasure traveled from the tips of her nipples back to her breasts, amplified countless times over by the cruelly crushed midsection, before rushing to Zhang's brain. Under this multiple onslaught, Zhang was nearly driven to the brink of collapse, unsure whether to scream or moan. In the end, she broke down in tears, crying out, "Mommy...it hurts so much...I'm so scared...Waaah..."
At this moment, Lee Kuan Yew released the stimulation of Zhang's nipples, walked around the nipple roller, stood beside Zhang, took out a silk handkerchief, and gently wiped away Zhang's tear-streaked face. "It's almost finished grinding, just hang in there, my little darling." Zhang seemed somewhat delirious, and even cried to Li Guangyao, "It really hurts, Mom, save my mom..." After another long ten minutes, the breast grinder finally returned to the base of Zhang's breast. Wang Wei released the winch and glanced at Li Guangyao, finding that his gentle expression didn't seem fake. But looking at Zhang's breasts, cruelly tortured, and her almost out-of-control expression, he thought to himself, "That perverted Li Guangyao, if we survive this time, we must find a way to get rid of this pervert. Who knows if he has really let go of his hatred for the General?"
Zhang gradually calmed down, and thinking of her absurd behavior just now, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Of course, with her breasts clamped, it was difficult for her to move even a little. "I told you before, no one here will laugh at you. Let go of your psychological burdens, and you'll be able to endure this torture." Li Guangyao's voice rang in Zhang's ears, but Zhang kept her head down, not daring to look at him. "This guy's gentle expression just now really made me look like I was suffering. Ugh... what am I thinking? This bastard is going to kill me."
Li Guangyao patted Zhang's head and said to her, "The breast rollers will be lowered one setting, to 2.4 centimeters. Get ready." He then winked at Wang Wei, who began to turn the winch below the breast rollers. The two rollers moved inward a little more, and Zhang's breasts were squeezed tightly again. This time, Zhang no longer suppressed her feelings and began to scream in agony. Without waiting for Li Guangyao's orders, Wang Wei began to turn the winch above, crushing Zhang's breasts. The tighter rollers made it even more difficult for the contents of her breasts to flow back, and the feeling of her breasts swelling and bursting became even more intense. However, with Li Guangyao's teasing and comforting hands and encouraging words, she was able to endure the torture. This time, Zhang didn't break down like last time and survived this round of breast-crushing torture.
"You're very brave," Li Guangyao said softly in Zhang's ear, stroking her hair. Zhang, however, just kept her head down and breathed heavily. The breast-crushing machine had only started to backflow after crushing nearly a quarter of her breasts. Imagine what it would be like to have almost a G-cup breast completely filled into a B-cup breast. Zhang was so scared that she forgot to scream, fearing that her breasts would explode with a "pop." Fortunately, her breasts, which had been with her for over ten years, were very resilient, and this terrible thing didn't happen. Rather than saying Zhang was brave, it would be more accurate to say that Zhang was terrified.
"Now, let's begin the final round of milk-crushing." Lee Kuan Yew turned to face Zhang and reached out to lift her chin. "Remember what I said earlier? I once experimented with pig's breasts; 1.5 centimeters would crush them. Your final round of milk-crushing will be 1.4 centimeters." Hearing this, Zhang's somewhat unfocused eyes suddenly sharpened, her gaze widening as she stared at Lee Kuan Yew. She had already been quite frightened by the previous 2.4 centimeters; this time, an extra centimeter was required, and this measurement had successfully crushed a breast before, albeit a pig's. "You said you wouldn't cause me permanent damage within these two hours," Zhang pleaded pitifully to Lee Kuan Yew.
"I believe your divine gifts won't be crushed. Why don't you have faith in them? Aren't your breasts stronger than a pig's?" "But I'm so scared. That last round terrified me..." "Listen to me, the final round is naturally the ultimate round. This is a test for you, and also a test for your breasts. Are your character and courage not as good as your breasts? If you pass this round, you will be the number one breast in the world." "But I don't want this shameful title..." Zhang retorted softly. At this moment, Li Guangyao released Zhang's chin and stood up: "I'm not begging you. The punishment must continue. All you can do is give yourself more confidence, believe that Zhen Mingku can save you in time, and believe that the breast mill won't destroy your breasts." Li Guangyao turned to Wang Wei beside the breast mill and ordered: "Begin." Only then did Zhang realize that Li Guangyao was the one who was going to kill her. But just now, Li Guangyao's figure inexplicably overlapped with Zhen Mingku's, making Zhang feel that he would agree to her request. "His gentle expression looks like he's suffering a terrible fate," Zhang thought resignedly, lowering her head.
As Wang Wei turned the winch, the gap between the breast rollers was set at 1.4 centimeters, essentially squeezing the upper and lower layers of skin at the base of Zhang's breasts together. Zhang felt as if her breasts had been detached from her body, and the pain, even tighter than the initial breast clamps, filled her brain. "Ahhh...no...it hurts so much..." Zhang couldn't help but scream. Li Guangyao said to Wang Wei, "You need to grind slowly. Too fast a movement might really cause them to burst. Give these breasts some time." At the same time, he knelt opposite Zhang, cupped the front of her breasts, squeezed them together, and brought the nipples as close as possible. Then he opened his mouth and took them both into his mouth, teasing the two small pink nipples with his tongue and sucking them continuously. "Wang Wei, be careful. I don't want to get blown up like a balloon," Li Guangyao said indistinctly.
Wang Wei didn't answer, but slowly began to turn the winch. The breast roller began to grind Zhang's entire breast from the base of her nipple. The pleasure from her nipple and the pain from the grinding intertwined in Zhang's brain. Zhang's screams gradually turned into weak moans. Sweat poured down her pale body like a shower, soaking the soft cushion beneath her knees. Zhang felt her head getting heavier and heavier. "I want to sleep." But the constant pain and pleasure from her breasts made it impossible for Zhang to even close her eyes. Zhang hated her trained body and nerves, which couldn't even pass out. "If I pass out, I won't have to endure this."
As time passed, the breast roller finally passed the middle of Zhang's breasts. Because the contents of her breasts were forcibly squeezed to the front, the back of her breasts seemed somewhat thin. The breast roller continued to slowly move forward, grinding through two-thirds and three-quarters of her breasts. It was time for the second round of the breast contents to flow back, but there was no sign of any backflow. "Is it going to explode? It's fine if it does." Looking at the already dark purple tips of her breasts, Zhang thought with a sense of despair.
Li Guangyao released Zhang's nipples. At this point, Zhang's breasts were anything but pretty; they looked like two bluish-black stone eggs. Li Guangyao pressed his ear against Zhang's breasts and could clearly hear the "pop, pop, pop" sounds coming from inside, as if something was cracking and exploding. "Should we continue?" Wang Wei asked from the side. Zhang's eyes brightened. Li Guangyao hesitated, but still said to Wang Wei, "Continue." Then he took Zhang's nipples back into his mouth and sucked even harder.
The nipple roller had almost reached four-fifths of the breast. The back of Zhang's breasts had become a soft, elongated shape, while the front of the breasts was getting darker and darker, with no sign of the contents flowing back. While sucking on the nipple, Li Guangyao suddenly felt as if he had actually sucked something out. He tasted a sweet and slightly salty flavor in his mouth. Zhang felt it too; her swollen breasts seemed to have found a breakthrough, as if something, along with her soul, was being squeezed out of her nipples. "Please, suck harder..." Zhang's weak pleading was barely audible to herself.
Li Guangyao raised his head, intending to see what he had sucked out, when suddenly he felt his hand go empty. The breast he was holding was pulled back from the nipple roller like an arrow, slamming into Zhang's chest with a "smack." Zhang was knocked to the ground. The force of the impact shouldn't have been enough to hurt her, but the weakened Zhang probably couldn't even withstand a single blow to the head. She remained kneeling on the ground with her legs curled up, unwilling to get up for a long time.
Lee Kuan Yew let out a long sigh: "The second milk-milling process is complete." He then walked around the milk mill to the collapsed Zhang Shi. Zhang Shi's breasts were still bluish-black, but their shape had completely returned to its natural state. Some clear, blood-tinged liquid was oozing from the nipples, and because Zhang Shi was lying on her side, this liquid was constantly dripping from the nipples onto the ground. "What is this? It doesn't look like human milk. Besides, Zhang Shi is four or five years past her breastfeeding period, she shouldn't be able to produce milk anymore." Lee Kuan Yew bent down, dipped a finger into Zhang Shi's nipple, and then tasted it. It still had that strange taste of sweet and salty with a hint of bitterness. The saltiness was naturally the taste of the blood, and the sweet and bitter taste must be the clear liquid. "It is said that some women can produce milk without conception. Could it refer to this sweet and bitter liquid? Is Zhang Shi such an exceptional woman?"
After struggling to open her eyes, Zhang Shi saw Lee Kuan Yew squatting in front of her with a strange expression. Following Lee Kuan Yew's gaze, Zhang Shi also noticed her nipples that were constantly oozing something. "Want to try some?" Regardless of Zhang's willingness, Li Guangyao dipped his finger in the liquid on her nipple and brought it to her lips. Zhang had no choice but to obediently put his finger in her mouth. "Is it good?" Before Zhang could answer, Li Guangyao reached out and picked her up, placing her on the nearby black jade bed. "Let you rest for ten minutes." He then turned to Wang Wei and instructed, "Go help Zhang Jun press that pulley." Zhang Jun was standing on a stool, looking up at the ceiling, seemingly busy with something. Wang Wei didn't say anything but still walked over to Zhang Jun.
Li Guangyao turned to face Zhang, who was lying on the jade bed, and reached out to grab her still bluish-black breasts. Zhang was powerless to stop him and could only say, "Didn't you tell me to rest for ten minutes? Why are you still torturing them?" "Don't be ungrateful. I'm helping them improve blood circulation and remove bruises. Their task for today is far from over. We must hurry up and get them back to their best condition." Li Guangyao held one breast in each hand and gently squeezed and patted it back and forth. The bluish-black color on the breast gradually faded, and the nipple stopped leaking. "I can't fill one of your breasts with both hands, so I'll have to do it one at a time." Li Guangyao said teasingly, while pinching the nipple of the breast with one hand and slowly pulling it up, and gently patting its outer edge with the other hand. The very rhythmic patting gradually created a strange resonance inside the breast, making it jump more and more happily like a rabbit that had just come out of its hole, and the color returned to its beautiful jade color. "Alright, one is done." Li Guangyao released the breast and grabbed the other bluish-black breast with both hands.
Zhang kept her lips tightly pressed together and didn't make a sound, but in reality, her breasts, which had just undergone the breast-crushing torture, were extremely sensitive. The waves of pleasure brought by Li Guangyao's demonic hands went straight to Zhang's heart. If Zhang opened her mouth, she would probably let out a series of alluring moans. Her hands, which were tied behind her back, were powerless to open Li Guangyao's demonic hands, so she could only close her eyes, press her lips tightly together, and let Li Guangyao do as he pleased, trying her best not to make any shameful sounds, even though Zhang had already embarrassed herself a lot today.
Li Guangyao continued working, and Zhang remained silent. Sensing the tense atmosphere, Li Guangyao spoke up, engaging Zhang in casual conversation: "I remember you once gave birth to a child in my grandfather's harem, who was killed by Uncle Yuanji." Hearing this, Zhang's face darkened: "That was my first child with my unfortunate soul. I didn't even see her face before Li Yuanji threw her into the river and drowned her." Zhang was lost in memories.
Then Li Guangyao continued, "Uncle Yuanji is tyrannical, my father is somewhat gloomy, and my second uncle, Shimin, is full of ambition. Even without Zhen Mingku, our family would probably have been plunged into a bloodbath..." At this, Zhang opened her eyes in surprise, looking at Li Guangyao, who continued on his own, "Of course, this reason isn't enough for me to let you go." Zhang closed her eyes again, slightly disappointed. "After your child died, your breasts were engorged and you were in a lot of pain, right? I remember that every time I saw you during that time, your front was always soaked with milk. I was still young then, and you didn't hold back much in front of me. I saw you wearing only a thin silk bodice many times, and the bodice soaked with your milk was quite attractive to a greedy child like me. Later, I heard that in order to relieve the pain of your breast engorgement, you went to the back garden to find a young eunuch who was about my age at the time to help you suckle your milk, because you didn't trust the maids assigned to you in the palace, fearing that they were spies sent by the Empress Dowager to harm you. In the end, somehow the Emperor found out about this, and the young eunuch was forced to drink water to death. But at the time, I thought that someone of his status who had touched your Holy Maiden Peak should have no regrets even in death. I guess you didn't tell Zhen Mingku about this, did you?" "Nonsense, even though the other party was only an eleven or twelve-year-old child and a rootless eunuch, Mingku definitely couldn't accept being suckled by her breasts." Zhang thought to herself.
"Back then, I was utterly obsessed with your breasts. I always dreamed of one day catching them, playing with them, and sucking on them. Of course, I wasn't the only one in the palace who thought that way. Princes, even some maids and eunuchs, liked to peek at them. Whenever you walked around the palace, those breasts that bounced up and down with your steps could even change the heart rate of many people." At this moment, Zhang Shi, lying down, showed no expression on her face, but involuntarily puffed out her chest.
"Now these things I've been obsessed with for so long are finally in my hands. I can play with them as I please, and even some of my dark and cruel thoughts from the past can be put into practice on them." As he spoke, he suddenly changed his gentle caresses, grabbing one of Zhang Shi's breasts tightly with both hands, then rotating it clockwise a full circle, then suddenly letting go, watching it quickly return to its original position, then grabbing it again, while his other hand raised his thumb and fiercely poked into the white flesh of the breast. "For example, like this..." Li Guangyao said hatefully.
Zhang, enduring the pain, said, "You spoke so righteously at first, but it turns out you were just using this as an opportunity to vent your dark side." "Is there anything wrong with that? You can't let personal matters interfere with public duties, but if it's just a side trip, it's reasonable to balance public and private matters." Li Guangyao continued to ravage the breast with both hands until its nipples began to ooze liquid again. Zhang couldn't help but groan in pain, "Didn't you tell me to rest?" "The decision is up to me, you silly girl." Li Guangyao's kneading made the nipple ooze liquid faster and faster, and the breast was quickly soaked with liquid, looking oily and watery. Zhang couldn't take it anymore and could only plead with Li Guangyao, "Can you switch to the other one? This one is so uncomfortable..." Upon hearing this, Li Guangyao actually let go of the breast in his hands and gently patted it with his hand. The oily breast trembled violently in the light. "You got off easy. I'll deal with you later..." Then he grabbed Zhang's other breast and kneaded it hard. In just a short while, this breast also became oily.
Suddenly remembering something, Li Guangyao said to Zhang, "Actually, you didn't need that little eunuch to help you suckle back then." "What did you say?" Zhang asked curiously. Li Guangyao pushed the breast in his hand towards Zhang's lips, "You can suckle it yourself, come and taste it." Zhang hesitated for a moment, looking at her bright red nipple. To be honest, Zhang had drunk her own milk, but what was seeping from her nipple now was clearly not milk, because the liquid was completely transparent. One has to admire Zhang's thick skin; even at a time like this, she still had curiosity. Zhang first stuck out her little tongue and licked the nipple, then impatiently put it in her mouth and sucked hard. "It tastes good, doesn't it? I've been holding you hostage for almost three hours now, you must be hungry." Li Guangyao kneaded Zhang's breasts in his hands, pushing back and forth from the base of her breasts to the nipples with his palms, making the juices flow more quickly to Zhang's lips and tongue. After a while, Zhang spat out her nipple, and Li Guangyao asked, "Did you suck it all out? There's still one here." He then grabbed her other breast and shoved it to Zhang's mouth, and Zhang didn't hesitate to take her nipple in and suck greedily.
About two minutes later, Zhang spat out her nipple again, and Li Guangyao looked at Zhang and said, "You're still not full, are you? After all, it's not real milk, otherwise, with your milk supply, you could feed two adults at once." Suddenly, something hit Li Guangyao's leg. Li Guangyao looked down and saw several leather straps with iron rings attached, similar in style to the straps binding Zhang's wrists. Wang Wei's disdainful voice rang out: "Are you two going to have your wedding ceremony here?" Lee Kuan Yew picked up the leather belts and replied, "I've even brought the memorial tablets of my family members. Don't doubt my resolve." Then he turned to Zhang, who was lying prone, and said, "Rest is over. The third punishment begins."
Lee Kuan Yew first made Zhang kneel on the black jade bed, then commanded her, "Lie down and let your breasts droop." Zhang had no choice but to obey. Lee Kuan Yew's expression was serious now, like a completely different person from before. Wang Wei's taunts might have had an effect. Lee Kuan Yew walked to Zhang's side and looked at her drooping breasts. They were... really big... If Zhang bent down any lower, her nipples would touch her knees.
Lee Kuan Yew pulled a ribbon from his sleeve; it turned out to be the waistband of Zhang's flowing skirt. He then gently patted Zhang's breast with his right hand, as if to encourage the contents of her breasts to flow downwards. With his left hand, he held the ribbon and passed it between her breasts. He then tied the ribbon with both hands around the base of her breast on the side closest to Lee Kuan Yew, wrapping it tightly around and around. However, after wrapping it several times, Lee Kuan Yew realized that the ribbon was only enough to wrap around one breast. It turned out that Zhang's breasts were large, and the area around the base of her breasts was also quite large; otherwise, they wouldn't have stood so proudly upright. If one of Zhang's breasts were cut off completely, it would be found that the base of the breast was not much thinner than Zhang's slender waist. The ribbon that was used to wrap Zhang's waist was naturally not enough to wrap around the base of both of Zhang's breasts. Lee Kuan Yew had no choice but to finish wrapping one breast first. A minute later, the breast transformed from a pointed, downward-facing white jade peak into a bright red hot air balloon with its mouth facing upwards.
Lee Kuan Yew turned to Zhang Jun and Wang Wei and asked, "Does either of you have a ribbon? A belt will do too." Wang Wei replied, "Why would a grown man wear a ribbon? I do have a belt, but would you need a one-finger-wide stiff leather belt?" "Then what should we do? Hanging one breast is a bit dangerous, and it's hard to maintain balance." At this moment, Zhang Jun, who had been silent for a long time, interjected, "There are some spare belts among the ones near your feet. The ones used to tie your thighs should be suitable."
So Lee Kuan Yew squatted down and picked out a longer one from the pile of belts. This belt was roughly similar to an ordinary person's belt, but it was obviously much smaller. One end of the belt had a buckle, and the other end had an iron buckle. Lee Kuan Yew had Zhang lie on her side again, intending to use this belt to tie Zhang's other breast tightly. Easier said than done, breasts aren't like a person's waist; they're soft, can't withstand pressure, and bounce around. They tried to tie them up for ages, but to no avail. Several times, they even managed to pull the tender flesh at the base of Zhang's breasts into the metal buckles. The pain, like being pinched and twisted by small pliers, made Zhang break out in a cold sweat.
"Can't you come and help?" Li Guangyao, also sweating from the ordeal, turned around and asked. "We won't touch her body unless we stab her with a knife. After all, she was a general's woman," Wang Wei replied.
Suddenly, Zhang, lying down, yelled at Li Guangyao, "Can't you use a breast clamp to hold them in place before tying them up?" "Good idea, little darling is so clever." So Wang Wei had to take out the breast clamp again, clamping Zhang's breasts in place. Li Guangyao easily tightened the belt, then tied the belt end and the other end of the ribbon into a knot. Zhang's breasts were now completely red.
Lee Kuan Yew piled all the remaining leather straps on the black jade bed, picked out two wide straps that were clearly for binding ankles, and then walked to Zhang's feet. He grabbed one foot and lifted it up. Zhang's feet were small, only slightly larger than Lee Kuan Yew's palm, with pink soles and pink nail polish on her toes. The shape was a perfect blend of red and white, and many people probably wouldn't mind licking that foot.
After quickly putting the straps on Zhang's ankles, Lee Kuan Yew picked out two long leather straps that he had used to bind Zhang's breasts earlier. He then walked to Zhang's waist, and the first thing he saw was Zhang's rounded thighs, like two beautifully shaped white porcelain vases. Because Zhang was lying on her side, her beautiful buttocks were very eye-catching, and the allure of her protruding buttocks was almost as strong as her breasts. The private parts where her thighs met were not visible, but Lee Kuan Yew didn't need to think much. He directly grabbed Zhang's waist and hips, forcing her to expose her private parts. Zhang's resistance was rewarded with three slaps on her buttocks. "Mingku really likes to spank himself. If he doesn't come to save me soon, I'll never get a chance to spank myself," Zhang thought to herself, tears welling in her eyes.
Although she was still covered by her panties, Zhang's peach-shaped mons pubis was clearly visible. A small piece of silk cloth, damp with her vaginal fluid, clung to her, highlighting the deep groove in the middle and the bulge at the top, along with the high mound of her mons pubis, all indicating that Zhang was a woman with a very strong sex drive. Zhang's lower abdomen was smooth and white, not at all like someone who had given birth, except for a surgical scar on her waist that marred this perfection. A dazzling diamond adorned her navel. Embroidering jewelry in the navel is probably a custom of Arabian dancers, as many of their dances focus on showcasing the feminine curves of the abdomen. Zhang's reputation as the Moon Fairy comes from her unparalleled dance skills, so it seems that Zhang should know Arabian belly dancing, a seductive dance. As for whether she has performed belly dancing for anyone other than Zhen Mingku, that's hard to say.
After witnessing all this, Li Guangyao picked up a belt and began his work. He tied two belts to Zhang's lower thighs, then bent her legs back and connected the belt loops at the ankles to the belt loops at the base of her thighs. This made Zhang appear shorter. After doing this, Li Guangyao suddenly reached his hand between Zhang's legs. Just as his fingers touched her plump mons pubis, Zhang, realizing what was happening, clamped her thighs together and grabbed the hand. "What are you doing?" Zhang glared angrily at Li Guangyao. "Didn't you say you wouldn't ruin my chastity?" Li Guangyao replied calmly, "I'm doing this for your own good. The next punishment is aimed at your private parts. If it's not lubricated enough, you might get hurt. If you don't believe me, just look at that instrument of torture and you'll understand."
Zhang looked in the direction Li Guangyao was pointing and saw that the so-called instrument of torture was the breast mill from before, except that the two millstones were gone, replaced by a large guillotine with the blade facing upwards. The guillotine looked brand new, and the blade gleamed coldly. "You mean I have to ride on that blade in a bit?" "You're quite clever, aren't you? Big boobs and brains. This is a traditional torture device called a knife bench, suitable for both men and women, though it works better on women because their lower bodies are more accommodating." Lee Kuan Yew reached out and patted Zhang's head. Zhang's face turned pale, and she looked up at Lee Kuan Yew pleadingly, "That thing will split my lower body open." Lee Kuan Yew pinched Zhang's cheek. "It shouldn't. That guillotine looks sharp, but it's not actually sharpened. As long as you're lubricated enough, it won't be so easy to split open. It shouldn't... right?" Lee Kuan Yew seemed a little unsure at the end.
Zhang trembled as she looked at the terrifying torture device, described as a "knife bench" but actually a blade: "I've seen knife benches before, and I was even forced to use one by my nemesis. When my nemesis travels around, he always acquires some strange and lewd instruments, many of which he used on me. The knife bench is just a triangular piece of wood, but even so, when my nemesis helped me onto it, I still had the illusion that my lower body was being cut open. Although I don't know why I endured the pain and played on it for a while, my lower body was swollen and red for two whole days afterward, and my nemesis never made me play on that knife bench again. But this knife bench in front of me... even if it's not sharpened, when I ride on it, all my weight will press down on that blade, and my most delicate parts will definitely be slowly split open. Are they going to execute me now? Am I doomed this time?" Zhang's mind raced with wild thoughts.
Li Guangyao watched with interest as Zhang's beautiful, unfocused eyes trembled, her long eyelashes showing the turmoil in her mind. Zhang's thighs, which had been tightly gripping Lee Kuan Yew's wicked hand, slowly loosened. Lee Kuan Yew then reached his hand towards Zhang's mons pubis again and touched that enchanting slit with his index finger through her panties. He then moved his finger up the slit, slowly reaching the small granules at the top of the slit, and then gently rubbed them with his index finger.
"Ah..." With a soft moan, Zhang seemed to wake suddenly from a nightmare, then slammed her head against Li Guangyao's abdomen. Unfortunately, under the influence of the sedative and the two tortures she had just endured, this impact was weak and powerless, more like throwing herself
into his arms. Feeling that her powerful blow was completely ineffective, Zhang cried out against Li Guangyao's abdomen, "Kill me if you want, but if you want to ruin my chastity, I'll immediately gossip..." Li Guangyao pulled his hand out from between Zhang's legs, and with his other hand, he held Zhang's head against him, gently stroking her hair, and said, "Look how scared you are. If we wanted to execute you like this, would I have needed to tie you up like this? Look at your breasts, which are bound like red lanterns. Would I have gone to so much trouble to tie them up?" Hearing this, Zhang raised her head and looked at Li Guangyao: "What do you mean?" Lee Kuan Yew replied, "This punishment is called 'Seeking Up and Down.' See that pulley hanging from the ceiling and the rope hanging down? We'll tie that rope to the ribbon tied to your breasts and slowly suspend you, so your entire weight will be borne by your breasts. Then we'll place that knife bench under you. When you feel your breasts can no longer bear your weight, you can ask us to lower you down onto the knife bench. When you feel your delicate clitoris can no longer withstand the cutting of the blade, you can also ask us to suspend you back up. The entire punishment will last thirty minutes, and you only have five chances to plead. After you've used those chances, we won't care about you anymore. We won't kindly tell you the time; you have to time it yourself." "If you run out of time and there's still plenty left, the worst-case scenario is that your breasts will be severed and your genitals will fall onto the blade. With your weight, even an unsharpened blade will still split your mons pubis and anus open. Now you understand why I said you need to keep your private parts moist."
Zhang lowered her head and imagined the execution process Lee Kuan Yew had described in her mind. She realized that being suspended by the breasts might not be more terrifying than the breast roller she had just experienced. She was more unsure about the knife bench and what it would feel like to ride on it, but overall, she thought she could probably endure it. When Zhang looked up again, her face was still pale, but her expression was noticeably more relaxed. She asked Li Guangyao, "Shall we start now?" Li Guangyao replied, "We can start now. Don't you need me to make that little mouth down there produce more oil?" Zhang blushed and shook her head. Li Guangyao then said to Wang Wei, who was leaning against the knife bench, "We can start timing now." Wang Wei replied somewhat impatiently, "Then hurry up." As he spoke, he raised his wrist, revealing a wristwatch, and pressed it a few times. The wristwatch, of course, was also made by Zhen Mingku, used to reward his most trusted subordinate. If he knew that his subordinate was using the wristwatch as a tool to torture his most beloved woman, he probably would have chewed it up and swallowed it.
Wang Wei was clearly a little anxious at this moment. After all, what he was doing was actually a betrayal of the general. However, in order for the general to get rid of Zhang, this vixen, and for the future of the general's subordinates, many people, including himself, did not want to be the vixen's bodyguard for life. This matter had to be done by someone. Looking up at Zhang and Lee Kuan Yew, he muttered to himself, "These two seem to be getting closer and closer. Lee Kuan Yew's expression is becoming more and more like a zombie. This is getting stranger and stranger. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?"
At this moment, Lee Kuan Yew grabbed Zhang's breast-binding straps and lifted her up with one hand. Zhang was tall and slender for a woman, and with her two enormous breasts that were the envy of many, she weighed about 120 pounds. However, Lee Kuan Yew felt that he exerted almost no effort. But Zhang suffered greatly, as her entire weight was suspended at the base of her breasts. With the swaying and bouncing of Lee Kuan Yew as he walked, she screamed in agony. Lee Kuan Yew ignored her and carried her to the pulley. Without putting her down, he used the slipknot at the end of the rope hanging from the pulley to fasten Zhang's breast-binding straps. The other end of the rope was pre-tied to a large nail on the ground, so Zhang was suspended in mid-air by her breasts.
As soon as Lee Kuan Yew released his grip, Zhang's body began to spin in mid-air. Lee quickly pushed over a bench, pried Zhang's legs apart, and clamped them between the guillotine blades. He then bent her knees under the blades and secured them with leather straps to prevent her from spinning. Of course, Zhang couldn't use her legs to grip the blades for leverage. The blades had been meticulously polished; while not mirror-like, they were exceptionally smooth. The support frame, aside from the end supports and the bottom counterweight, offered no bracing or other support points between the blades and the frame.
Zhang, head tilted back, endured the torture of being suspended by her breasts, trying to distract herself from the excruciating pain at the base of her breasts by counting. But this was easier said than done; not everyone possessed the incredible perseverance of Guan Yu, who could play chess while having his bone scraped. As time passed, Zhang's two red nipples turned purple and were gradually turning black. At first, Zhang counted in her head, but now she shouted them aloud, hoping to relieve her pain through screaming. Zhang had probably never screamed so loudly in her life, not even during sex.
When she reached three hundred, she cried out, "I can't take it anymore, Guangyao, put me down..." As soon as she said it, Zhang regretted it, "How could I call that bastard's name so intimately?" However, Li Guangyao seemed to be distracted, and Wang Wei and Zhang Jun were squatting together whispering, so no one heard what Zhang had said.
Li Guangyao came to his senses. Although he hadn't heard every word Zhang had uttered, he understood that Zhang wanted him to put her down. So he went over and untied the ropes tied to the nails, then slowly placed Zhang on the execution bench. Because Zhang's knees were bound below the guillotine, even after the ropes were loosened, there was no need to worry about Zhang falling off the bench.
At this moment, Lee Kuan Yew noticed Zhang writhing back and forth on the knife bench and wondered, "Isn't this woman afraid of cutting herself?" He went over and found that Zhang was writhing to avoid the blade getting stuck in her vulva. "Naughty girl, that's cheating," Lee Kuan Yew teased Zhang, and reached out to flick her nose. Zhang was clearly stunned for a moment: "This action looks so pitiful." Lee Kuan Yew didn't notice Zhang's expression. He held Zhang's buttocks with both hands, positioned her vulva against the blade, and slowly lowered it until the blade squeezed into her vulva, splitting the peach-shaped mons pubis in two, and then deeply biting into the depths of her clitoris before releasing his hands. No matter how much Zhang writhed, she couldn't escape the blade cutting her most delicate area. However, the material of Zhang's underwear was special; it was part of a set with her bodice. When Li Guangyao rubbed the bodice, he discovered that although the fabric was very thin, it was exceptionally flexible. With this underwear protecting her, there was no need to worry about the blade actually splitting Zhang's tempting peach.
At this moment, Zhang realized that her experience riding a knife bench was completely useless here. The feeling of the sharp blade slowly cutting into her delicate flower bud, passing through her lower abdomen and pelvic cavity, actually affected her internal organs. The various organs in her abdomen trembled continuously, and her fair belly skin twitched gently. This feeling was like... "Like giving birth, right?" Li Guangyao's voice echoed Zhang's thoughts. Zhang thought to herself in surprise, "How could this guy guess what I'm thinking? Aside from a family member who's been with me for over a decade, probably only some weirdo studying psychology in college." "It's strange that I can guess your thoughts? It's simple. During childbirth, your vulva opens to its fullest extent, allowing the baby's body to pass through smoothly. The situation now is similar to childbirth; the blade is forcing your vulva to open. It's not surprising that you connect the feeling of childbirth with the feeling of riding a knife bench. However, the happiness of welcoming a new life during childbirth lessens the pain, while now there's only pain." He then ignored Zhang and squatted at one end of the knife bench, his eyes level with Zhang's shameful mons pubis, carefully observing the blade slowly penetrating her vulva.
Zhang was helpless against Lee Kuan Yew's voyeurism; she knew her underwear couldn't block such close-up observation. Of course, Zhang couldn't think about any of that at this point. The feeling of the blade penetrating her body was becoming increasingly clear. Although the pain was unbearable, the cold touch of the metal blade terrified her even more. Zhang had forgotten to count, fearing that she would be ripped open by the blade beneath her at any moment. She wanted to ask Li Guangyao to hang her up again, but she knew that she wouldn't have much time on the knife bench. If she wasted her chance, she might die in this round of torture and wouldn't be able to wait for her unfortunate rescue. So Zhang could only keep encouraging herself in her heart: "You can do it. Your petals have gone through the severe test of childbirth, so naturally they won't be afraid of this little ditch." At the same time, she took deep breaths like she was giving birth: "Inhale...exhale...inhale...exhale..."
Zhang felt that a very, very long time had passed. Because she hadn't counted and didn't know how much time had passed, she hesitated to ask Li Guangyao to hang her up again, afraid of wasting this opportunity. At this moment, Li Guangyao, who was lying on the edge of the knife bench staring at Zhang's private parts, said, "Aren't you going to hang yourself up? The blade is already cutting your clitoris, it's going to turn into two symmetrical ones." Hearing this, Zhang screamed, "Then why don't you hang me up?" Li Guangyao slowly stood up and walked towards the breast-hanging rope. "Hurry up..." Zhang's face was already covered with tears, she was obviously very frightened. At this moment, Li Guangyao, who had already grabbed the breast-hanging rope, said sarcastically, "Your tone is very bad, how can I have the will to fight like this?" "You...please...hang me up..." Zhang had no choice but to temporarily suppress her anxious feelings and plead softly. "That's more like it, don't forget that you are a prisoner." Li Guangyao said as he pulled the rope, and her breasts, which had not rested for a long time, began to bear the heavy burden again, and her plump mons pubis, which had almost been cut open, gradually escaped the terrible blade.

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