Li Family Courtyard

Prologue:

In his early years, Old Master Li was a physician in the imperial palace. After Emperor Puyi was expelled from Beijing, Old Master Li had to make a choice: to stay or leave. He decided without hesitation to retire and return to his birth village.

That year, a strange epidemic broke out in the village, with people falling ill and dying within half a month. Those who survived fled to other places.

Xiaoyu's father, Ren Laohan, had to stay because his mother was also bedridden and waiting to die. He told his heavily pregnant wife to take four-year-old Xiaoyu and her seven-year-old brother to flee. His wife refused, insisting on staying with him. Just as the family was weeping, Old Master Li arrived in the village with his entire family. After

examining the patients, Old Master Li immediately began to treat them. He set up a clinic under the big locust tree at the village entrance, personally prepared the medicine, and ordered everyone in his family, regardless of age, gender, or status, to deliver the medicine to his door.

When Xiaoyu's father, overcome with grief, opened the knocked-on door and received the life-saving medicine from his ten-year-old son, Xiaoyu curiously noticed that both Old Master Li and the Third Young Master had black leather whips tucked behind their waists.

Old Master Li's whip was exquisitely crafted, about five feet long, as thick as a thumb where it met the handle, tapering down to the thickness of potato shreds his mother cut at the sheath. The Third Young Master's whip was the same shape as his father's, only smaller in length and thickness, and much simpler in design.

Later, Xiaoyu's father, supporting his miraculously recovered mother with one hand and leading his wife and children with the other, knelt before all the villagers who had been saved, weeping and saying, "We will serve the Li family like cattle, horses, and servants for generations."

Later still, having spent many years in the palace, Old Master Li could no longer enjoy rural life, so he moved the whole family to the county town. They built the largest mansion in the entire province at the foot of a mountain about four or five miles from the town, and opened a large pharmacy on the most bustling commercial street, living a life of quiet gentry.

Ten years later, before his death, Old Master Li made a will, entrusting the control of the Li family mansion and all its properties to his third son, Li Tianqing. He never imagined the trouble this would later cause his son.

Xiaoyu was sent to the Li family mansion as a maid by her father when she was seventeen. That year, the third son and his wife, Fu Ruolan, were newly married, less than six months into their marriage. The third young mistress held Xiaoyu's delicate, pretty, and graceful hands, as tender as spring onions, and kept her in her room as her personal maid.

The story begins here…

(I) Maid Xiaoyu

On her second day at the Li family compound, Xiaoyu noticed something strange. Strange sounds often came from the third young master and mistress's room. First, there were "whoosh, whoosh" sounds of air being cut and "crackling" sounds of whipping, just like when she was a child and had accidentally broken something of value, and her parents had tied her hands and hung her from the door frame, whipping her with thick willow branches or chicken feathers.

Then came the third young mistress's involuntary moans, a mixture of pain and obvious excitement. The sound was so pitiful yet alluring, yet also contained a hint of sweetness, making one's heart tremble.

At this time, Xiaoyu's face would blush, and she would feel a strange itch in her heart. Every time Xiaoyu saw the Third Young Mistress gracefully walk out of her room, the satisfaction and contentment on her face, along with her beautiful blush, surprised and puzzled Xiaoyu.

One day, Xiaoyu couldn't hold back any longer and secretly asked Zhang Sao, the maid who had served the Third Young Master since childhood, what was going on.

Zhang Sao's fair face showed a hint of envy, and her expressive eyes gazed at the Third Young Master's room as she said softly, "The Third Young Master is tying up the Third Young Mistress with ropes and hanging her from the roof beam to whip her!"

Although Xiaoyu, who was just beginning to experience romantic feelings, had already vaguely guessed what those sounds were, what shocked and puzzled her even more was the still charming Zhang Sao's wistful expression.

She secretly ran to the west courtyard and found her childhood friend from the same village, Xiaocui, who had been sent to the Li family compound at the same time as her but was chosen to serve the Second Young Master and Second Young Mistress in the west courtyard.

Xiao Cui told her that just yesterday, while she was helping the second young master and second young mistress take a nap, she heard them chatting on the bed in the inner room. The second young mistress said that when she went to the south courtyard (which was the third young master's courtyard) that morning, she heard "the third young master's wife moaning wildly!" She went around to the back window and peeked out, seeing "the third young master had tied his wife naked to a pillar and was whipping her hard with the whip that the old master had passed down to him! That little slut looked lewd from the whipping, her moans were both seductive and coquettish, and she was crying and wailing all the while!"

The second young master saw her jealous face and scolded her for being shameless, saying, "Don't you just want the third young master to strip you naked, hang you up, and whip you too? Let me tell you, the third young master isn't interested in you now! His mind is all on his wife, Fu Ruolan. They're newlyweds, the novelty hasn't worn off yet! Do you think it's like when the old master was still around, when I begged the third young master to secretly take you to the torture chamber, hang you up, and whip you in different ways? Tch!"

The second young mistress Grandma retorted defiantly, "I love having Third Brother tie me up! Hang me up, whip me! Torture me! What about it? Who told you you can't even use a whip properly, and you tie up a woman like that! How can you be so stupid! Grandpa taught all three of you brothers back then. Third Brother was the youngest, and he learned for less time than the other two, but in the end, he was the best! Even Eldest Brother is better than you!"

Second Young Master was taken aback and asked her sensitively, "What? Eldest Brother whipped you again recently? When?"

Second Grandma regretted blurting it out and said hesitantly, "Well... just last week, I went to the East Courtyard to find Sister-in-law, and I happened to see... Eldest Brother had Sister-in-law hung from a tree and was whipping her vigorously. When he saw me come in... he said he had found a new, excellent riding whip and asked me... asked if I wanted to try it..."

Second Young Master asked anxiously, "What else did he say?"

"Big Brother also said that although his skills aren't as good as Third Brother's, they're comparable to yours..." Second Young Mistress's voice trailed off.

"Bullshit! Bullshit! Big Brother is just bragging! Don't I know what he's capable of?" Second Young Master suppressed his anger and asked again, "Hmph! You just agreed like that?"

Second Young Mistress said coquettishly, "I just wanted to make sure you hadn't tortured me in a long time! So..."

"Did he take off your clothes?" Second Young Master pressed on relentlessly.

Under intense questioning, she stammered, "My sister-in-law was also stripped naked and hung up, so... I... I had no choice but to let him strip me naked too, tie me to a tree... and whip me a few times."

The second young master, enraged, pinned his wife to the bed, stripped her naked, and slapped her buttocks hard, calling her a "slut" while ordering Xiao Cui to fetch rope. He had her and Xiao Cui tie the wife's hands behind her back, suspending her from the roof beam, and whipped her with a rattan whip for the entire afternoon. When

the second young master grew tired, he ordered Xiao Cui to continue interrogating the wife about the details of the whipping by the eldest young master. Questions included whether the eldest young master had "fucked" her; how many lashes she had received; whether the beating felt good; whether the eldest young master's whipping technique was better than his; whether he whipped her breasts; whether he whipped her genitals... Wherever the question led, she was whipped.

At first, the wife gritted her teeth and pretended to be indifferent, refusing to answer. But after about seventy or eighty lashes, she could no longer endure it. With each lash, she screamed in agony, sobbing and confessing whatever was asked. Three or four rattan whips broke, and the second young mistress fainted two or three times. She was revived with cold water before the whipping continued.

When Xiao Cui was exhausted, the second young master began to torment his second mistress, inserting a cucumber into her vagina, using a whip handle to poke her anus, raping her in front of Xiao Cui, and making her suck his "penis"... continuing until dark. But unexpectedly, this morning, the two of them went to visit the eldest young master in the east courtyard, all lovey-dovey.

Xiao Yu was a little dazed, her face as red as her bra, her mouth agape for a long time. As she walked back, she recalled the scenes Xiao Cui had described, her cheeks burning.

What kind of magic did the third young master possess that made people so willing to be tied up and whipped by him, even taking pride in it? She was lost in thought, even having a blushing thought: "If one day, the third young master could hang me from the roof beam and let me taste what it's like to be whipped by him, how wonderful that would be."

Lost in her own thoughts, secretly smiling to herself, Xiaoyu's girlish heart fluttered with elation, her mind wandering. She bumped into the Third Young Master, who was rushing back, as she entered the courtyard. She immediately lowered her head in embarrassment, her face betraying her thoughts, determined not to let him see.

Fortunately, the Third Young Master, preoccupied with his own thoughts, didn't even glance at her, only quickly asking, "Is Third Young Mistress home?" Before Xiaoyu could even finish her "Mmm," he quickly went inside.

Xiaoyu stared blankly at his slender, upright back, a vague, inexplicable sense of loss gently twisting her heart. Then, she remembered she should bring the Third Young Master a cup of tea. Little did she know that this single thought would drastically change her life.

(II) The Third Young Master and Nie Xiaoxue

At this moment, the Third Young Master, Li Tianqing, was already head over heels for Fu Ruolan. He wished he could rush into the room immediately, tie Ruolan's hands, hang her from the roof beam, and whip her with all his might, making her let out those heart-wrenching moans.

Just now, in the accounting office of "Li Family Pharmacy," Li Tianqing was handling the usual trivial daily affairs when his good friend Zhao Huaiyuan—a Chinese language teacher at the county's girls' middle school—rushed in excitedly, shouting to him, "Tianqing, I've found a treasure this time, it'll make you incredibly envious!" Li

Tianqing smiled, closed the accounting book, handed it to the accountant, signaling him to leave, and then asked, "What treasure is it that makes you so fond of it, and makes me so envious?"

"It's a new female slave I've acquired," Zhao Huaiyuan said proudly.

Li Tianqing chuckled, deliberately feigning disdain: "What good stuff could you possibly get? It's just your budding female students, or those flirtatious female teachers at school!"

"That's right, she's my student," Zhao Huaiyuan said mysteriously. "But she recently transferred from another county. How about it, interested in trying her out with me?"

"No." Li Tianqing leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his tea, and continued, "Isn't it all the same? Even the most beautiful girl you've trained is still just the same old thing."

Zhao Huaiyuan blushed and argued, "That's why I asked you to help me train her!"

"No interest," Li Tianqing said seriously. "You know, since I married Ruolan, I haven't tortured any other woman. Besides, Ruolan really enjoys me whipping her; she pesters me almost every day, wanting me to hang her up for her to torture her. You know that too."

"Yes," Zhao Huaiyuan suddenly perked up, saying, "That's why I've come to invite you. Do you know who she looks like?... She looks exactly like your Ruolan!"

Li Tianqing was taken aback and stood up to ask, "Really?"

Zhao Huaiyuan said smugly, "Why would I lie to you?"

Li Tianqing thought for a moment and said, "Alright! I'll go with you to take a look."

The two of them walked out of the accounting room, and Li Tianqing instructed the manager that he had to go out for a while and to be careful in his dealings with the guests. Then he and Zhao Huaiyuan got into the rickshaw waiting at the door.

Zhao Huaiyuan's father had taught at Peking University in his early years, and the two families were old friends. However, Zhao Huaiyuan was a lazy man. Even his collection of sex slaves was sporadic. He would play with one for a few days and then throw it away. Therefore, Old Master Zhao often scolded him for being a spendthrift. In a fit of anger, he moved into the faculty dormitory at the university and simply became a carefree bachelor.

Fortunately, it was an all-girls school. Aside from a few male teachers, even the principal was a woman, which allowed him to operate with ease. Almost a third of the female teachers and students had been his sex slaves. Most importantly, he once stripped the widowed principal naked in her perpetually stern-faced office, gagged her, and then, while she was hanging up, broke a belt, two rulers, and three canes before raping her four times, from both ends, ravaging her all night.

From then on, the female principal always turned a blind eye to his affairs and even moved his dormitory to the furthest point in the school, a secluded spot near a small grove of trees near the mountains—a small courtyard with two main rooms, a woodshed, and a jujube tree as thick as a bowl, surrounded by a wooden fence.

Zhao Huaiyuan led Li Tianqing through the campus, greeting the female teachers and students who smiled at him with the same fawning smiles, all the way to his brothel.

He pushed open the wooden gate, led Li Tianqing to the small woodshed, took out his key, opened the door, and let Li Tianqing in. In the dimly lit, simple hut piled high with firewood, Li Tianqing saw a pretty girl with delicate features, her hands bound behind her back to a pillar, her entire body tightly bound and pressed against it.

The girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, with two short braids hanging down her shoulders. She wore a white, tucked-in jacket and a blue, knee-length cotton skirt, white socks, and delicate black lace-up cloth shoes—a typical, pure, and pretty schoolgirl outfit.

Seeing a stranger enter, she showed a startled expression, but then, under Li Tianqing's gentle gaze, she shyly turned her head away.

This fleeting expression instantly captivated Li Tianqing. He thought to himself: This girl bears a striking resemblance to Ruolan, as if Ruolan had a younger sister.

Zhao Huaiyuan nudged Li Tianqing with his elbow and said, "How about it? I wasn't wrong, was I?"

Li Tianqing nodded, slowly walked to the girl, and gently lifted her chin with his fingers. He saw that the girl's clear eyes were so fragile and helpless, like a fawn that had lost its support. He asked softly, "What's your name?"

The girl was clearly speaking to someone other than Zhao Huaiyuan for the first time while tied to the pillar like this. She looked at Li Tianqing shyly and murmured, "Nie Xiaoxue."

Li Tianqing lowered his hand and gazed at her intently. Zhao Huaiyuan nudged him from the side and handed him a sturdy thorn cane: "Young Master Li, come on."

Li Tianqing took the cane and said to him, "How do you want me to whip her?"

"Heh, this time I'll give you a bit of a challenge." Zhao Huaiyuan thought for a moment and said, "You only need to whip her breasts ten times, her waist ten times, and her thighs ten times."

Li Tianqing smiled and asked again, "What effect do you want her to achieve?"

"Of course, I want her to feel the pain of being whipped and experience wonderful pleasure!" Zhao Huaiyuan said without hesitation.

Li Tianqing spoke as if to himself, or perhaps to the girl, or even to himself: "Yes, she should be subjected to more punishment, she should be treated more severely. This will do her a good job." He then walked to the girl and asked softly but earnestly, "Do you agree to let me torture you, to give you thirty lashes on your breasts, waist, and thighs?"

The girl looked at Li Tianqing, who was smiling encouragingly at her, then at Zhao Huaiyuan. After hesitating for a moment, she finally bit her beautiful, crimson lips, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness, and said, "I agree."

Li Tianqing nodded, stepped back, and slowly raised the hard, resilient thorny branch, then lashed it down with a sharp "whoosh." The branch struck the girl's long, shapely thighs, tightly bound to the pillar, with a crisp "smack." The girl, eyes tightly shut, involuntarily groaned. Li Tianqing continued to whip the girl's waist and legs with unhurried but merciless strokes.

The girl's initial resolve to endure the pain vanished with each strike of the branch. She screamed, tears streaming down her face, begging for mercy. Her pitiful groans would break even the hardest heart. Yet, Li Tianqing was stronger than iron!

After twenty strikes, he stopped, looked around for a moment, and then walked towards a corner. Zhao Huaiyuan also stopped rubbing his penis inside his pants, staring at him in astonishment. The girl named Nie Xiaoxue stared at him intently in terror.

Li Tianqing untied a thin hemp rope, about the thickness of a little finger, from a carrying pole in the corner and returned to the girl. He cruelly twisted the rope into her delicate mouth, tying a knot behind her head, so that all her screams, groans, and pleas could only be uttered as soft "oohs." Without hesitation, Li Tianqing grabbed the girl's collar and ripped it open with a sharp "hiss," stripping her upper body naked from beneath the rope binding her breasts, revealing her small, white

, tender breasts. The girl, named Nie Xiaoxue, appeared so frail and delicate on her naked, fair upper body. Her tender, pigeon-breast-like chest bore shocking black welts, clearly marks from a day or two prior. A fire of anger and jealousy ignited in Li Tianqing's heart, and his hand gripped the thorny branch tighter and tighter.

At this moment, the girl's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she sobbed, casting pleading glances at Li Tianqing and Zhao Huaiyuan with her large, tear-filled eyes. Zhao Huaiyuan felt a pang of pity and began to consider whether to end the flogging, but when he saw Li Tianqing's unusually resolute and confident expression, he abandoned the idea. Li Tianqing then began to whip the girl's breasts.

Each time he lashed her newly developed, alluring breasts, like freshly picked apples, he would pause for a moment, waiting for red, swollen welts to appear on her fair skin, before shifting the whip slightly and pulling out the second lash with all his might. He was deliberately prolonging the flogging, making the girl feel the pain as if it were endless. He knew that doing so would greatly benefit the girl who would face even more severe punishments in the future. With each lash of the thorny cane, the girl's breasts trembled unbearably.

The whooshing sound of the thorns cutting through the air, along with the crackling sound of the hard, tough thorns striking the girl's delicate flesh, and her groans of pain that were almost suffocating, formed a desolate, heartbreaking, and bewildering symphony.

After Li Tianqing finished lashing the girl's breasts with the last lash, he immediately turned away from Zhao Huaiyuan, who was already rapidly masturbating with his hard penis, and the girl named Nie Xiaoxue—who was still crying and tied to the pillar—he remembered the name deeply. He quickly left the woodshed. He got

into the rickshaw, his mind filled with longing for Fu Ruolan. He shouted to the driver, wanting to rush home immediately, tie Fu Ruolan's hands, hang her up, and then use the leather whip his father had passed down to him to torture her with all his might, just like on their wedding night.

(III) Xiaoyu, the Third Young Master and the Third Young

Mistress Li Tianqing pushed open the door.

"Brother Tian..." Fu Ruolan looked up in surprise from the half-finished drawing of the tortured maid she was working on. She immediately read the burning desire in her husband's red and fiery eyes. Ruolan's face flushed red instantly. Without thinking, she rushed to the bedside, pulled out the rope she used to bind and hang her almost every day from under the pillow, and almost ran back to Li Tianqing, who had already taken the whip from the closet that only he had a key to, while still unbuttoning his cheongsam.

Li Tianqing reached out and grabbed his wife's fair hands, which were still unbuttoning her clothes, quickly tied their wrists together in a tight knot, threw the other end over the beam, and hoisted Fu Ruolan up in a few quick movements. Then, without hesitation, he swung the whip, the first lash landing on Ruolan's large, soft breasts. Before Ruolan could even react, the second lash followed.

Ruolan gritted her teeth, silently enduring his torture. Her tightly furrowed brows trembled slightly, and a soft, resentful groan escaped her throat. Just then, the door that Li Tianqing had forgotten to lock was inexplicably pushed open by Xiaoyu, who had also forgotten to knock, with her elbow.

She stepped into the room and was immediately stunned by the scene before her. In the eyes of the still-young Xiaoyu, what a mesmerizing and dreamlike scene this was! The charming and alluring Third Young Mistress's face was flushed, and she shyly closed her eyes. The front of her cheongsam was half-open, revealing her snow-white chest, covered with red and swollen whip marks. Her high, firm breasts fully accentuated her graceful curves, and her slender, beautiful body was suspended off the ground, radiating captivating charm in the bright sunlight of the living room.

Xiaoyu's mind went blank, as if even her breathing had stopped. She only felt something pounding violently in her chest, causing her chest to heave uncontrollably. She vaguely sensed that the Third Young Master had grabbed her wrist, and she softly released the tea tray. But why did the cracking sound come from so far away? She was helplessly pulled to the center of the room by the Third Young Master, left to his mercy. His hands were tied to his chest with rope, then his arms were pulled overhead, forcing him to stand on tiptoe, his body rising limply and lightly.

"Is the Third Young Master hanging me up to whip me?" This thought flashed through Xiaoyu's mind, and she was immediately too ashamed to open her eyes again. "No, no… Third Young Master, please…" she murmured unconsciously, but her voice was so soft it didn't sound like she really wanted to stop.

The Third Young Master and Fu Ruolan, who was hanging beside Xiaoyu, exchanged a glance and almost burst out laughing. The Third Young Master looked at Ruolan with a questioning gaze, and Fu Ruolan nodded with a smile. The third young master, gazing at her hanging from the rafters, felt a mixture of gratitude and guilt. He secretly slipped his hand under the slit of her cheongsam, tracing the smooth, supple thighs until he found her bare lower body, rubbing her plump, moist labia.

The third young mistress took a deep breath, closing her eyes in ecstasy. But then, embarrassed, she squeezed Tianqing's hand between her thighs, nodding to Xiaoyu, signaling Li Tianqing to hurry.

Li Tianqing withdrew his hand, gripping the leather whip hanging from his wrist, and stood before Xiaoyu. He was suddenly astonished to discover that seventeen-year-old Xiaoyu had fully blossomed into a young woman. Her bound and suspended body appeared so exquisite and charming, the curves of her breasts and hips full and soft, no less beautiful than Ruolan. She even possessed a different kind of endearing quality in her pure temperament, innocent demeanor, and pitiful face.

As the third young master whipped Xiaoyu's buttocks, he subconsciously recalled the girl in the dark, shabby woodshed, tied to a pillar and whipped with his thorny cane, her small breasts trembling with each lash. Unconsciously, his thoughts shifted to Xiaoyu. He was completely unaware that Xiaoyu, while being whipped, was biting her lip, enduring the pain, her beautiful nose glistening with sweat, tears silently streaming from her tightly closed eyes. Each strike of the whip caused her to tremble slightly, even her long eyelashes fluttering. A soft moan escaped her nose, her body arching like a flower blooming in spring.

When Li Tianqing thought of Nie Xiaoxue's breasts, the whip unconsciously struck Xiaoyu's full breasts beneath her clothes. Xiaoyu finally couldn't bear the pain any longer and cried out, burying her head in her arms, which were suspended high in the air. With each heavier lash landing on her breasts, her delicate brows furrowed, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, and she sobbed softly.

Her clothes were torn at the point where her breasts protruded, and her trousers were ripped open by the venomous whip, revealing her smooth, fair skin beneath. At this moment, Fu Ruolan, bound and suspended to the side, listened to Xiaoyu's increasingly loud screams and moans; and the chilling "crack" of the whip striking Xiaoyu's flesh with ever-increasing force, and the burning desire within her grew ever stronger.

Her lower body was wet again and again, exuding a rich, sweet scent of desire. Hanging from the beam, her hands clenched into small fists, her jade-like legs intertwined, constantly rubbing and stimulating that mysterious, sensitive spot between her thighs. Her red lips parted slightly, and seductive, magnetic moans, like a canary breaking free of its cage, fluttered unrestrainedly in the air of love.

The whipping continued until after lunch, when Xiaoyu finally couldn't bear it any longer and begged for mercy. She cried, "Please, Third Young Master… spare me…"

Li Tianqing, panting, rolled up the whip, admiring the two beauties still hanging from the beam after his lashing, first walking to Fu Ruolan and lowering her down, untying the ropes binding her wrists.

He embraced Ruolan's slender waist and whispered apologetically in her ear, "I'm sorry, I'll make up for it with another round tonight, okay?"

Fu Ruolan smiled sweetly at him, her hand secretly reaching down to Li Tianqing's lower body, gently squeezing his still semi-erect penis, then shyly withdrawing her hand and tightly clutching his sleeve. The two of them went to Xiaoyu's side and put her down as well. Tianqing winked at Ruolan, signaling her to help the limp Xiaoyu to the pillar, and then used the rope that had just hoisted her up to tie Xiaoyu to the pillar again.

Looking at Xiaoyu's face, full of shyness and confusion, her face still flushed, he smiled and said, "Ruolan, go to your sister-in-law's and get Xiaoyu a set of clothes. People will laugh at Xiaoyu if she goes out like this."

Fu Ruolan smiled as well, agreed with a "Yes," and turned to leave the room.

Only Li Tianqing and Xiaoyu remained in the room, and all around was quiet. Li Tianqing gazed gently at Xiaoyu, a look that made the recently recovered Xiaoyu blush again. Her heart pounded wildly like a deer's, trying to avoid the Third Young Master's burning gaze, yet she couldn't control her eyes. It wasn't until the Third Young Master's slender fingers, dipped in a family-inherited ointment for treating whip marks, slipped under her torn clothes and gently applied it to the smooth, soft welts on one of her breasts that she was jolted awake by the cool, strange touch.

Before she could react, the Third Young Master's other hand slipped between her legs through her trousers, grasping her still-virgin vulva! Xiaoyu groaned, as if all her strength had been drained away. If her body hadn't been tied to the pillar, she would have collapsed into the Third Young Master's arms. The Third Young Master's annoyed hands continued to apply the ointment to the whip marks while simultaneously fondling Xiaoyu's two untouched virgin valleys.

He pressed his lips to Xiaoyu's ear and asked her with concern, "How are you, Xiaoyu? Are you alright?"

At this moment, Xiaoyu's soul had already been ravaged by his hands, and she could only subconsciously moan and murmur her refusal, "No... Third Young Master, no... Third Young Mistress... will see..." However, she could no longer hear that what her charming voice represented was only a longing for love.

(IV) Xiao Cui told about the East and West Courtyards

In the afternoon, the Li family compound was as quiet as usual. The warm spring sun made people feel drowsy, and even the guard dog lay there limply, occasionally raising its head to glance at Xiaoyu, who walked briskly out of the gate and then hurriedly went into the West Courtyard.

Xiaoyu found Xiao Cui in the laundry room behind the West Courtyard, and she couldn't help but tell Xiao Cui everything that had happened at noon. But before she could speak, Xiao Cui grabbed her with her wet hands, startling her, thinking that she had already found out her secret.

"I was just about to come find you. I have something fun to tell you," Xiao Cui whispered mysteriously.

Xiao Yu breathed a sigh of relief and whispered back, "I have a secret to tell you too."

Xiao Cui ran to the door, peeked outside, gently closed the door and bolted it, then turned and pulled Xiao Yu to a secluded corner before asking, "What secret?"

Xiao Yu opened her mouth, then suddenly felt embarrassed and said, "You tell me first."

"No, you tell me first," Xiao Cui said, teasing her.

"Okay," Xiao Yu hesitated for a moment, then blushed and told Xiao Cui what had just happened. As she spoke, she unbuttoned her newly changed clothes, revealing her fair, rounded shoulders and soft breasts, where the whip marks had quickly subsided and faded.

Xiao Cui stroked the scars enviously and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt now." Xiao Yu then said with lingering relish, "But the Third Young Master whipped me really hard! At first, I could bear it, but later it wasn't just pain, but also a strange feeling, making me feel... and down there... how to say it? It was itchy, numb, like a little worm crawling..." As she said this, Xiao Yu's flushed cheeks were almost burning hot.

Xiao Cui asked longingly, "What happened?"

"Down there... I don't know what happened, but... some... strange fluid came out..." Xiao Yu stammered.

"Did you pee?" Xiao Cui asked, puzzled.

"No!" Xiaoyu denied in a panic, "It's...it's...oh dear, I don't know what it is, it's definitely not pee!" After a pause, Xiaoyu continued slowly and gently, "And, I also felt very excited and comfortable. As soon as the water flowed out, I felt...it felt so good, so comfortable, my whole body felt like it had had a great time, soft and weak, without any strength."

After Xiaoyu finished speaking, the two of them were immersed in endless reverie. The damp and cool laundry room was quiet, with only the crisp sound of water droplets dripping from the wooden pipe and falling into the wooden bucket.

After a while, Xiaoyu came back to her senses and wiped Xiaocui 's face with a towel: "Hey, what was that thing you wanted to tell me?"

Xiaocui then became lively again. She took Xiaoyu's hand, leaned very close, almost to Xiaoyu's ear, and told her the "fun thing" in the softest voice.

That morning, after having breakfast, the second young master, Li Tiancheng, and his wife, He Shuzhen, went to the east courtyard where the eldest young master and his wife lived. The two brothers and their wives sat in the main room chatting idly. The second young master subtly inquired about the eldest young master's wife, Sun Tingmei's, health.

The eldest young master, Li Tianci, sensed something was amiss in his brother's words and said, "Second brother, is something wrong? Can't you just say it directly?"

"Fine! I'll just say it!" The second young master stood up and asked him, "Eldest brother, haven't you done something rather unethical?"

"What do you mean?" The eldest young master stood up, puzzled.

"What do you mean? You know best!" Li Tiancheng shook off his wife's hand that was grabbing his sleeve and said loudly.

"I know?" The eldest son, Li Tianci, was also a little annoyed. He glared at him and said, "I don't know. Just say what you want to say!"

"Alright, I'll give you a heads-up." The second son pointed at He Shuzhen and said, "Last week, why didn't you tell me before tying her to a tree and whipping her?"

Hearing that this was the reason, Li Tianci breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he sat back down in his chair. The eldest daughter-in-law quickly stood up, walked to Li Tiancheng, and said with a forced smile, "Oh, Tiancheng, it's like this. Your brother was testing a new whip someone gave him that day, so he hung me up from the tree in the middle of the yard and tortured me for fun. Just then, Sister Shuzhen walked in..."

"Sister-in-law, you don't need to explain to me, I know everything. I just want to know why my brother didn't tell me?"

Li Tiancheng stopped Sun Tingmei and Li Tianci, who were about to explain, and said, "I know what you're going to say. Yes, we used to do this all the time. You've tied up my wife and tortured her with whips, rattan canes, and rolling pins, and I've hung up my sister-in-law and whipped her quite a few times, and it was always alone. But when have we ever not discussed it beforehand? And you, you just tied her up, whipped her, and... and stripped her naked!"

The eldest young master smiled faintly and said, "Tiancheng, you can't say I'm nagging you as your older brother. We're all brothers, why are you making such a big deal out of it? Yes, I did strip my sister-in-law naked, tie her to a tree, and whip her, but that was just a matter of time, wasn't it? Did you expect me to run all the way to the west courtyard to call you? Everyone knows that back then at the Yonghe Grand Theater, you were hanging a female lead singer from the rafters and whipping her breasts with Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, having a great time!"

The eldest young master's words struck Li Tiancheng squarely. He blushed and secretly glanced at He Shuzhen, who was glaring at him fiercely, and was speechless.

Seeing this, the eldest daughter-in-law quickly nudged her husband and tried to smooth things over, saying, "How about this? Since my second brother is blaming us, I think we should take advantage of this rare opportunity to get together and have some fun with him and his wife. What do you think?"

Li Tianci glanced at her, pondered for a moment, and said, "I have no objection. However, there's a way to have fun. How should we do it?"

The eldest daughter-in-law rolled her eyes, beckoned to He Shuzhen, and walked aside with her to whisper for a while. Then she pulled He Shuzhen back to the eldest son and his wife, smiling, and said, "Shuzhen and I have discussed it. Today, my sister and I are going all out and letting you two brothers have your fun." "Let's start here. Strip us sisters naked, tie us up however you like, and then take us to the torture chamber in the backyard. There, you can torture us as you please, inflicting whatever cruelty you desire. After you two have had your fill of torturing us, then I'll let you—and of course, Sister Shuzhen too—hang me up and whip me for as long as you like, until you say you've whipped me enough, until you're tired of it, then you can stop. How about that? Consider it an apology to Tiancheng!" The brothers,

Li Tianci and Li Tiancheng, exchanged an excited glance and nodded in agreement. Li Tianci loudly ordered a maid to bring two ropes. The maids were already used to such orders and quickly brought two bundles of ropes that the eldest young master was accustomed to using when binding them.

The eldest and second young masters each took a rope and simultaneously pounced on each other's women. The two women readily complied, allowing them to strip them naked and tie their hands behind their backs. Li Tiancheng quickly bound his sister-in-law naked and tightly, then looked up at Li Tianci. He was ashamed to find that although Li Tianci was slower than him, he had indeed bound He Shuzhen more securely, more tightly, and more seductively.

He used a lot of rope; He Shuzhen's breasts were tightly bound two or three times, knotted together in her cleavage, making her already large and plump breasts even more perky and alluring. Two ropes were taken from behind her slender waist, wrapped around her waist, and tied in a thick, long knot at her lower abdomen, tightly binding her thick, dark, pubic hair and round, large white buttocks, connecting with the ropes that firmly bound her hands behind her back. This method of binding was as if He Shuzhen were trapped in a net, tightly binding her.

They gagged He Shuzhen and Sun Tingmei with leather straps, tied them together one in front of the other, and led the two naked sisters-in-law towards the torture chamber in the backyard. Along the way, the second young master watched as his elder brother, who was escorting He Shuzhen, constantly fondled her plump, white buttocks with his right hand, and his anger flared. He began to use the rope, which was tied behind his sister-in-law's back with extra length, to whip her plump buttocks and the back of her round thighs. By the time they reached the backyard, the eldest young mistress's fair and tender lower body was covered in whip marks.

As soon as they entered the torture chamber, Li Tiancheng blurted out, "Brother, I have an idea! How about we make a bet?"

Li Tianci paused, his hand that had been kneading He Shuzhen's buttocks stopping. He asked hesitantly, "What kind of bet?"

Li Tiancheng grinned mischievously, "It's been a long time since we've had a proper match. Today, let's use Shuzhen and my sister-in-law as our wager. In the first round, you play with my sister-in-law, and I'll play with my wife. We each have half an hour to do whatever we want, and see who makes their woman beg for mercy first. Then we'll switch roles; I'll play with my sister-in-law, and you'll play with my wife." "Women, let's see who can make the other woman beg for mercy first, in half an hour. Whoever fails to make them beg for mercy loses. When you're toying with them, the most important thing is that the time can't be too long or too short. You can use any of the torture instruments in this room. Whoever loses in the end, we'll hang up whose wife as Sister-in-law said and whip her together until everyone wants to stop, so that Sister-in-law won't have to suffer alone. What do you think of what I said?"

When He Shuzhen was discussing this with the eldest young mistress in the east courtyard, she actually wanted everyone to whip her together at the end. But Sun Tingmei said it first, so she didn't have the nerve to argue. Now that her husband Li Tiancheng was being so dramatic, she immediately became excited, biting the leather strap binding her mouth and nodding repeatedly with "mmm."

The eldest son, Li Tianci, toyed with the ropes binding her, pondered for a moment, and said, "I don't mind."

Seeing that her husband didn't object, and happy to receive fewer lashes herself, the eldest daughter-in-law, Sun Tingmei, nodded in agreement. They then turned over the long-unused hourglass in the torture chamber and began tormenting the two young mistresses.

Li Tiancheng untied the leather strap from He Shuzhen's mouth, then stripped naked and lay on the wooden floor. He habitually had He Shuzhen, who had been stripped and bound by her elder brother, lie on top of him and take his semi-erect penis into her mouth. He inserted the thick, hard whip handle into her clean anus, while simultaneously using a foot-long mahogany penis to tease her thick, soft labia, slowly thrusting it into her vagina.

He Shuzhen sucked on his penis, her two orifices being played with, writhing excitedly in her tightly bound naked body, making "woo, woo" sounds in her throat.

Meanwhile, Li Tianci helped Sun Tingmei, who was naked and had her hands bound behind her back, to the torture rack used to torture her and all the maids, servants, female slaves, and female prisoners in the East Courtyard. He made her kneel down, raise her buttocks, and tie her to the rack. He spread open Sun Tingmei's plump, soft, white buttocks, which were covered with welts from being whipped by Li Tiancheng, and inserted his penis into her familiar anus, pushing it in while simultaneously playing with her vagina.

For half an hour, the eldest and second young masters used their women with all their might. They not only used their penises to play with their mouths and genitals, but also tied them to pillars and whipped them. However, they were careful not to ejaculate.

Half an hour passed quickly, and the women endured their men's rape and torture with extraordinary fortitude. They knew that both Li Tianci and Li Tiancheng actually preferred to use each other's women, and deep down, they themselves harbored a desire to be ravaged and humiliated by the other's men. Sun Tingmei and He Shuzhen lay limp and powerless on the ground, still naked with their hands bound behind their backs. Their once well-maintained, smooth, and fair skin was now marred by whip marks and sweat, creating a breathtaking picture.

Li Tianci and Li Tiancheng switched positions, as if by prior agreement, arranging for the two sisters-in-law to be on their knees with their buttocks raised, and began to rape them. After a short while, the second young master, Li Tiancheng, gradually felt he could no longer hold on.

These past few days, he had frequently indulged in debauchery with Xiao Caiyun, a female opera singer. He enjoyed listening to Xiao Caiyun's cries of "Ying, Ying," and her soft moans and pleas for mercy as she was whipped and raped. The second young master felt that it was far more exciting than listening to her sing. His favorite thing to do was to dress Xiao Caiyun in theatrical costumes, portraying various characters, then hang her up or tie her to pillars, tables, chairs, or beds, whipping her every part of her body before raping her.

Sometimes, just as Li Tianci had said, he would watch Xiao Caiyun getting ready backstage, suddenly seized by lust, and chase everyone out, regardless of how many people were waiting to see the show. He would then tie Xiao Caiyun's hands, hang her in the middle of the room, grab any prop he could find, and whip her breasts and buttocks. Often, this forced him to cancel Xiao Caiyun's performance for the day. Anyway, the second young master had plenty of money and would compensate the theater and troupe leader for all the losses. Of course, most importantly, he would always "comfort" Xiao Caiyun with silver and jewels.

These things meant little to him, but what he lost was his dwindling strength and semen. Furthermore, the torment and humiliation inflicted on He Shuzhen yesterday afternoon and just now for half an hour had left the second young master, who had been engaged in continuous battles, barely able to sustain himself while playing with his sister-in-law, Sun Tingmei. The observant Sun Tingmei had already keenly noticed

this from the way he thrust into her vagina. She didn't really care whether her husband or Li Tiancheng, who was currently gripping her buttocks and thrusting his penis with all his might, won this game wagered on her and He Shuzhen; she simply didn't want her brother-in-law to lose face. Given the relationship between the east and west courtyards of the Li family mansion, she knew he would likely tie her up, play with her, and torture her again like today, and she didn't want both of them to be embarrassed then.

So, Sun Tingmei swayed her ample hips, freeing herself from Li Tiancheng's penis, and said in a trembling voice, "Tiancheng, good brother...stop, stop for a moment...come to me, let me...use...use my mouth..."

Li Tiancheng was stunned for a moment, then moved in front of his sister-in-law with gratitude, one hand holding his penis, the other gently placed behind her head, letting her take the semi-erect thing into her mouth. Sun Tingmei used her soft, moist lips and tongue to move gently and considerately.

In just a moment, she felt the penis in her mouth like a cobra awakened after being stepped on, quickly rising and swelling, filling her mouth, almost taking up all the space, leaving almost no gaps. She was startled by the hard, large penis in her mouth; it was much bigger than her husband's! Suddenly, she sucked on it desperately with reluctance.

Li Tiancheng closed his eyes, savoring this wonderful moment. He didn't even consider how his wife, He Shuzhen, was being humiliated and tortured by his elder brother. Even with iron clamps on her nipples and labia, and a fully wound, rotating torture device inserted into her delicate vagina, bound to a pillar and subjected to Li Tianci's careful whipping of her breasts, she screamed and groaned incessantly. Li Tiancheng was only focused on the pleasure of the woman's warm lips sliding against his penis.

He held Sun Tingmei tightly, pressing her face against his lower abdomen, his hard penis reaching her beautiful throat, and then he ejaculated streams of scalding semen. Sun Tingmei was forced to drink the pungent semen, almost suffocating. In that instant, the scalding substance from the man's penis made her weak and sore, and her vulva instantly became wet.

As the penis slammed away from her tightly sucking lips, she cried out in a daze, "Spare me, Tiancheng!"

Afterwards, she was untied, her hands were re-bound in front of her chest, and she was hung naked from the rafters, a large sandalwood penis inserted into both her vagina and anus. Li Tiancheng and Li Tianci stood on either side of her, each holding a leather whip, while He Shuzhen, also naked, stood behind her with a whip. The three began to cruelly whip her. Her breasts, waist, thighs, back, and buttocks were covered with overlapping weaves.

She fainted several times; the first two times, they splashed cold water to wake her; later, they simply ignored her and continued whipping her, whipping her until she woke up in pain, then whipping her again until she fainted. The whipping continued for the entire morning until a maid came to call them for lunch. It is said that before the end, they even spread the eldest young mistress's legs apart in front of the maids and took turns whipping her labia for a while before letting her down, applying ointment, and returning to their respective courtyards.

(V) Xiaoyu tied up and whipped Zhang Sao

After dinner, the third young mistress called Xiaoyu into the room to help pack her things, saying that the third young master was going to the provincial capital for four or five days on business. At midnight, Xiaoyu lay on the kang, unable to sleep. She listened to the sound of the third young master whipping the third young mistress while hanging her up in the main room, and her heart was filled with turmoil. She sat up, put on a blouse over her underwear, and quietly slipped out the door, tiptoeing to Zhang Sao's room across the street.

During her ten-plus days at the Li family, she knew that the doors of maids and servants were not allowed to be locked from the inside, so she carefully pushed the door open a crack, heard a flustered "thumping" sound inside, and said softly, "Zhang Sao, it's me." Then she slipped inside.

When she looked up to find Zhang Sao, she saw a strange scene. In the darkness, Zhang Sao's naked, snow-white, voluptuous body hung from the roof beam, her hands bound together, one foot struggling to reach the edge of the kang (

a heated brick bed). Xiao Yu glanced around instinctively, but noticed nothing amiss. Zhang Sao, seeing it was her, calmed down. She lowered her foot from the kang and whispered, "Quickly close the door."

Xiao Yu closed the door, turning back to stare blankly at Zhang Sao. Zhang Sao chuckled and muttered, "Silly girl, put me down!"

Xiao Yu, as if waking from a dream, stepped forward, embracing Zhang Sao's plump, smooth thighs, one hand supporting her soft, white buttocks, her own face flushing red. She placed Zhang Sao's feet on the kang, loosening her previously taut arms to allow for movement. Zhang Sao freed her wrists, kneeling on the kang, rubbing the marks left by the ropes. Only then did Xiao Yu realize the knots were slipknots.

She nestled close to Zhang Sao, gazing at her now-faded, fair face, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Did the Third Young Master hang you up?"

Zhang Sao smiled, put her arm around her shoulder, then sighed and said softly, "How could I be so lucky as to have the Third Young Master remember me and hang a middle-aged woman like me naked in the house?"

"No!" Xiao Yu said innocently, "You're not old at all! You're really beautiful."

Zhang Sao smiled bitterly, gently patted her face, and said, "Xiao Yu, you're such a young girl. You don't understand yet. For us servants, beauty isn't important to the master. What the master likes is someone young, beautiful, and fresh like you."

Xiao Yu looked at her, seemingly understanding, and asked softly, "Then, who... did this to you?"

"Who else?" Aunt Zhang pulled a garment over her naked body and continued, "It's me."

Xiaoyu seemed to understand something, hugged her waist, and pleaded cautiously, "Good sister, tell me about your story!" "You

little rascal," Aunt Zhang pinched her fair and smooth cheek and laughed, "Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night just to hear about me? You probably want to hear about the Third Young Master!" Xiaoyu

blushed and let out a soft moan, burying her head in Aunt Zhang's arms. Aunt Zhang held her and listened quietly to the sounds of the Third Young Master's wife being whipped coming from the Third Young Master's room.

She lifted Xiaoyu's chin, looked into her pure and clear watery eyes, tapped her pretty nose, and finally agreed, "Alright, I'll tell you about 'my story.' But you have to agree to one condition!"

Xiaoyu asked, "What condition?"

Aunt Zhang knelt and moved to the corner of the kang (heated brick bed), taking out a rope from a wooden box. She hesitated for a moment, then shook off the clothes draped over her body, got off the kang (a heated brick bed) naked, handed the rope to Xiaoyu, and then pointed to the pillar in the middle of the room, saying very seriously, "You have to tie me to that spot, and while you whip me, listen to what I'm saying."

Xiaoyu hesitated, at a loss, and said, "But...but I don't know how..."

Zhang Sao interrupted her, saying, "I know, I'll teach you how." She paused, then comforted her, saying, "It's okay, it's not difficult. Besides, learning these things will only benefit you in the future."

Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then said, "Okay. But after that, you have to teach me how you hung yourself up!"

Zhang Sao smiled knowingly, nodded, and walked to the middle of the room, leaning against the pillar. She reached her hands behind her back and said to Xiaoyu, "Come on, tie me up first."

Xiaoyu went over and tied Zhang Sao's hands behind the pillar. This was the first time Xiaoyu had tied up a woman naked, preparing to whip her. She was very nervous and passively followed Zhang Sao's instructions to tie her up tightly. Seeing that Xiao Yu had finished tying her up, Zhang Sao told Xiao Yu to take a rope and soak it in water.

"We servants aren't allowed to have whips," Aunt Zhang explained to Xiaoyu. "However, whipping someone with a rope soaked in water is heavy and painful, and it makes no sound. It's perfect for maids to torture each other for fun in private. Besides, you'll find out later that being whipped with it has a different kind of pleasure. Alright, let's get started!"

Xiaoyu took out the rope soaking in the basin and indeed felt it was much heavier. She walked up to Aunt Zhang, looking at her dazzlingly white naked body, unsure of where to begin. "Where should I whip you first?" she asked hesitantly.

Without hesitation, Aunt Zhang said, "If you want me to feel pain quickly, you have to hit my breasts directly." Xiaoyu did as she was told and tentatively whipped her full, white breasts once. Aunt Zhang said disapprovingly, "You have to use some force!" Xiaoyu raised the rope high above her head and whipped her left breast twice with force. Aunt Zhang hummed softly twice, encouraging her with relief: "Much better. You can hit harder." Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and used all her strength to whip Aunt Zhang left and right.

Aunt Zhang closed her eyes happily, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her beautiful lips half-open, her low moans occasionally interspersed with one or two ecstatic and confused cries: "Oh...hit harder...harder...ah...Third Young Master..." She was naked, being tortured by Xiaoyu who had tied her to the pillar, moaning in ecstasy as she told her story.

(VI) Before Aunt Zhang came to the Li family

I was bought into the Li family compound when I was twenty years old. I had been a child bride in a family in the provincial capital since I was a child. My husband was seven or eight years younger than me and was still a little boy. When I was fifteen, one night my father-in-law got drunk and led a group of people to tie me to the bed, strip me naked, and gang rape me. Afterwards, he ignored me completely, leaving me naked and bound, and went back to his room to sleep.

The next morning, before the tears on my face had even dried, my mother-in-law untied me in my sleep, dragged me to the yard, tied my hands behind my back, and hung me naked from a large locust tree. She whipped my thighs and buttocks with a feather duster, accusing me of seducing my father-in-law. I cried and explained, "I didn't! My father-in-law was drunk and gang-raped me."

She wouldn't listen. She gagged me, spread my legs, tied them to wooden stakes on either side, and whipped my genitals with a horsewhip, calling me a "filthy slut" and shameless for seducing men. My labia were swollen from the beating, and I fainted. My mother-in-law accused me of faking it and let my father-in-law and my seven- or eight-year-old husband continue whipping me. I was tortured until I woke up and then passed out again, my body covered in raw, bleeding wounds, not a single spot unscathed. I didn't even have the strength to cry.

They tortured me all morning, and finally, exhausted themselves, they let me down and tied me naked to a tree to bake in the sun, while they ate lunch in the shade, making my young husband insert a thick, long cucumber into my vagina. I was left to bake like that all afternoon.

That evening, my mother-in-law dragged me into the house, tied my hands behind my back, and continued to torment me. She inserted a wooden object, shaped like a man's penis at both ends, into her vagina, grabbed my buttocks, and shoved the protruding end into my anus, raping me like a man. Later, my father-in-law joined her in humiliating and tormenting me all night.

From then on, this kind of whipping and rape became my daily routine. They frequently tortured me in various ways. They would strip me naked, tie my hands behind my back, and force me to kneel on a millstone, pushing the millstone's shaft into my vagina while whipping me and pushing the millstone to rotate the shaft inside me. Sometimes, my father-in-law would even tie up my mother-in-law and me naked, making us take turns sucking his stinking penis…

I lived this miserable life for two years until my husband fell seriously ill. We spent all our money trying to cure him, but he still died. After burying him, my in-laws were completely ruined.

My mother-in-law, due to years of promiscuity, could no longer have children, so they decided to sell me and return to their hometown to sell a piece of land for their retirement. I was then sold to a man who enjoyed raising and toying with female slaves. From then on, my life became even more miserable.

My new master kept over a dozen women as his sex slaves for his sadistic pleasure. Every morning and evening, he would strip all of us female slaves naked, bind us, and drag us to the courtyard. We were tied behind our backs to wooden stakes specifically used for torture, and the servants would routinely whip us. Then he would select a few for his own cruelty and rape that day, while the rest would be bound naked and taken back to the dungeon.

Since I was newly purchased, I was always chosen for the first few days. Especially on the first day, my new master tortured me separately, subjecting me to a full day of torture. He called it "favor," something every female slave longed for. He told me that women like us, once we entered his household, lost our names and were simply called sex slaves, only given numbers. I was called "Sex Slave Number Seventeen," the last one, the lowest in rank. Not only him, but even the servants and all the female slaves ranked higher than me had the right to strip me naked, hang me up, whip me, and use me at any time.

He was right; that was indeed the case. That evening, as I was being led back to my cell naked and bound, the two male servants tied my hands and feet together in front of me, hung me face up from the gallery beam, and whipped my buttocks and thighs dozens of times. They also tied me to the bars, forcing me to take turns sucking their penises while they raped my genitals and anus. Later, I was taken back to the dungeon.

The female sex slaves in my cell again tied my hands behind my back and hung me upside down, whipping me in turn with their homemade rope whips. For those three years, I suffered unimaginable cruelty. As a woman, I was treated as a sex slave, stripped naked and hung upside down every day to be tortured, stripped naked in public at any time and place, tied up, and subjected to endless rape. After being whipped and used by my master, I had to endure the humiliation and abuse of servants, guards, and other female slaves.

The master often used all of us female sex slaves to entertain guests. While some female slaves served us food and drinks naked, he would strip other female slaves naked, tie them up to pillars, or hang them in the middle of the room to whip them, subjecting them to the most lewd and cruel punishments. Sometimes, when their lust arose during the meal, they would pin us to the ground and rape us. Because I was the youngest and lowest-ranking among all the female sex slaves, and also the most beautiful, they almost always made me serve them food, torture me, and finally gang rape me.

When I was twenty, the master punished me for a small matter. He stripped me naked and tied me to a doorpost outside the bedroom. For three consecutive days, whether I was getting up in the morning or going to bed at night, he would whip me whenever he passed by. He also hung the whip on my nipples and ordered the servants that whoever wanted to whip me with his leather whip could do so without his permission, and that they could torture me with anything else they wanted.

During those three days, I was whipped with all sorts of whips—leather whips, horsewhips, rattan whips, rope whips, thorny branches, belts, willow branches, wooden sticks, brooms, rolling pins, and feather dusters. My vagina was also stuffed with wooden penises, whip handles, wine bottles, cucumbers, long eggplants, carrots… I was raped by almost everyone in the master's household, regardless of age, gender, or social status. I could no longer endure it.

One night a month later, I seduced the male servant guarding the dungeon, had him tie my hands behind my back, and took me to the woodshed in the backyard. There, I let him strip me naked, hang me up, and whip me mercilessly. Then, while sucking his penis, I bit down hard on that repulsive thing. Taking advantage of the male servant's unconsciousness from the pain, I broke free of the ropes binding my hands behind my back, stripped off his clothes, and ran out of the woodshed without even changing. I dodged the guards who rushed to my aid after hearing the servant's screams and slipped out the back door.

However, before I had run two blocks, they caught me. They bound me, took me back, and tortured me in the torture chamber all night. The next day, the master ordered the servants to strip me naked, bind me tightly, and put me on a wooden donkey cart. They inserted the donkey's monstrous penis, carved from a knotted jujube wood burl, into my vagina. As the cart moved, that horrible penis swirled and thrust wildly inside me. Then, they gagged me with leather straps, pushed me out the door, and paraded me through the streets, banging a gong.

This was the most severe punishment in ancient times, reserved for female prisoners and those promiscuous women who disobeyed their husbands! But what had I done wrong? Why was I also treated as a lewd woman and subjected to such punishment? Was it simply because I was raped by my father-in-law and forced to be sold as a sex slave? Was all of this something I could control? Why was my fate so bitter! The feeling of being humiliated in front of all the men and women, young and old in the entire city made me want to die!

However, at that moment, a voice suddenly rang in my ears: "Father, let's save this sister!" This childish voice was so clear amidst the noise of insults and laughter. I gratefully opened my eyes and searched for that voice. And there I saw the Third Young Master, who was only ten years old that year! And Old Master Li and his family. Looking at my tear-filled eyes, the third young master said to Old Master Li with pity, "Father, let's buy her, okay?"

I remember Old Master Li smilingly asked him, "Why? Why are you so determined to save her? Aren't you afraid she's a bad woman?"

The third young master shook his head resolutely: "No! She's not a bad woman! Even if she is, you can teach her to change, right? Haven't you always taught us that medicine only heals the body, healing the heart is the most important thing? Look how pitiful she is, please take her in."

Old Master Li looked at me kindly, and I looked into his eyes with pleading eyes. He nodded and said, "Alright! Tianci, Tiancheng, you go with Tianqing!" The third young master, the eldest young master, and the second young master happily agreed and flew off to the street like swallows.

That year, the eldest and second young masters, only fourteen or fifteen years old, blocked the wooden donkey cart, brandishing their whips, and together with the third young master, charged into the servants who were parading me through the streets, scattering them. The third young master flipped over and mounted the wooden donkey, taking off his own clothes to cover my breasts, which were covered with whip marks, and my lower body, which was being penetrated by the donkey's penis. He used a knife to cut my ropes, supporting my buttocks, and pulled that horrible wooden penis out of my vagina. It was wet and covered with the lustful fluid that had flowed out during my arousal and the blood from my lower body, looking so filthy, vulgar, ugly, and repulsive.

I couldn't support myself as soon as I got off the wooden donkey, and in the instant I fainted, I tightly gripped the third young master's hand and refused to let go.

(VII) Zhang Sao Arrives at the Li Family

From then on, I was sold to the Li family. At first, Old Master Li didn't let me do anything, only telling me to take care of my body. It was during that time that I came to your village with the Li family and witnessed Old Master Li save the lives of your entire village.

I knew I had met a kind person, one in a hundred years. At that moment, I secretly resolved to repay the Li family's kindness by serving them like a slave. As long as they were from the Li family, I would do anything they asked! Even if it meant becoming their sex slave, I would be willing!

So, after my injuries healed, I began to look for opportunities to repay them. Gradually, I noticed that almost every evening before dinner, gleeful servants would tie up one or two maids and take them to a large house. They would joke with the bound women along the way, and the maids would appear excited and shy. When the servants came out of the large house, the maids remained inside.

After dinner, Old Master Li would take his three young masters to that large house, and soon, the sounds of the maids being whipped, their cries, and groans would come from inside. Sometimes, Old Master Li would bring in women from outside, tie their hands behind their backs, and take them to the torture chamber in the Li family home. Then he would call the young masters to whip them.

Several times, even during the day, I saw the old master personally do it, along with the young masters, hanging the maids who had made mistakes—sometimes just when they were in the mood, randomly selecting one or two maids—from trees in the courtyard, under the eaves, or tied behind their backs at the entrance of the main room, whipping them while instructing them on how to use the whip or other instruments of torture incorrectly.

I didn't understand why every woman here was so excited before being tortured, and why they all looked satisfied after being whipped. You see, from the age of fourteen or fifteen, I was stripped naked, hung up, and whipped almost every day! I knew that kind of pain better than anyone!

With a belly full of questions, I asked the wet nurse of the fourth young lady—who was only seven years old at the time. The wet nurse, who had also been hung up and whipped by Old Master Li and the Third Young Master, told me that this was common and even considered a pleasant thing for the women of the Li family. Maids who were tied up, hung up, and whipped by the masters and young masters felt fortunate, and it was even more exciting if the masters or young masters stripped them naked and whipped them!

In the late afternoon, just before dinner, I saw another maid being tied up by two servants and led to the torture chamber. Unable to suppress a surge of impulse, I secretly ran into the torture chamber, took the maid down from the rack, and told her, "The master has changed his mind and wants me to be whipped instead." The maid, somewhat suspicious, stripped me down to only my bodice, tied me upside down to a pillar, and, as I requested, covered my face with a cloth. I waited anxiously for what was to come.

About the time it takes to eat a meal, I heard the door to the torture chamber open and close. The master and the third young master walked in, chatting. I felt a surge of joy. The master stopped beside me and said strangely, "Huh? This isn't the punishment I wanted today. I ordered Li Fu to hang Ah Chun on the rack so I could teach you how to torture a woman's breasts. That muddle-headed Li Fu!"

The master pinched my breasts through my bodice and said, "Hmm, this woman's breasts are better than Ah Chun's. Alright, Tianqing, we'll use her to teach you three ways to torture breasts!" As soon as he finished speaking, I felt a small knife cut the strap of my bodice. The bodice was removed, and my breasts were exposed naked to the master and the third young master.

Then, a pair of large hands and a pair of small hands tied a thin but strong rope to each of my nipples. My nipples immediately became erect with pain after being tied. Immediately afterward, something heavy was tied to the other end of the rope—it looked like a weight. My breasts sagged downward, swollen and painful, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "humph."

The master had the third young master fetch a whip called "Black Dragon"—a thick, heavy whip that felt like being hit with a stick. He demonstrated the whipping a few times on my breasts and handed it to the third young master.

The third young master swung the whip and began to lash my breasts, which were now dangling with weights. The master pointed and occasionally told him to stop, asking for the whip to demonstrate again. To avoid them hearing my voice, I bit my lip and endured the pain silently until the master said, "That's enough."

Then, they removed the weights from my nipples and tied them tightly together at the base with a thin rope. Instantly, I felt my breasts, already swollen and painful from the whippings by the master and the third young master, stand erect, and an indescribable feeling of both discomfort and excitement made me involuntarily groan.

The master and the young master worked together to untie me from the pillar, binding my hands together in front of me, tossing one end of the rope over the roof beam, and quickly hoisting me off the ground. They then tied my feet together and fastened them to an iron ring on the ground, so I could only hang there stiffly, unable to move.

I heard the master say, "Bring me that green silk." Do you know? "Green silk" is a kind of extremely thin and tough whip made of carefully selected green bamboo skin wrapped in thin leather. When "green silk" strikes the flesh, although it won't tear the skin, the pain will penetrate into your flesh in strands. It's true. Back then, the master ordered the third young master to use this kind of whip to lash my breasts, which were so swollen they looked like they were about to burst, thirty times! And the master specifically instructed the third young master that after every five lashes, he must whip another part of my body for a while.

He said there were two purposes for doing this: first, to prevent the woman's breasts from actually breaking; and second, to allow the woman being whipped to experience and compare the pain of torture from different places, as well as the infinite pleasure of that masochism.

The master was right! After each five lashes on my breasts, the third young master would move on to another spot: breasts, lower abdomen; breasts, legs; then breasts, buttocks; then breasts, back… I screamed and groaned pitifully from the whipping, but my lower body kept uncontrollably leaking fluids… I can't remember how long the master and the third young master tortured me with the second method, because towards the end I was in so much pain… no, I should say I was so excited that I fainted.

When I was awakened by cold water, I found myself untied, sitting on the ground, and retied to the pillar, my legs spread apart, thighs and calves bound together, raised high, my vulva completely exposed to the master and the third young master. The only thing that remained unchanged was my breasts, still bound as before. With a mix of trepidation and anticipation, I waited for my masters to inflict the third method of torture on my breasts.

The master used acupuncture needles to slowly pierce my nipples. The tingling, numb, sore, and swollen sensation made my lower body involuntarily wet again.

The third young master lit two candles and heated the ends of the needles inserted into my nipples. Slowly, I felt the heat from the needles spreading into my breasts, from warm to hot, from hot to scalding, the pain intensely stimulating my pleasure. The sounds coming from my throat were indistinguishable between pitiful screams and embarrassing moans. By the time the

third young master dripped the molten wax onto my breasts, nipples, navel, buttocks, labia, and anus, I had already lost control countless times, my vaginal fluid dripping from my vagina, constantly moaning and begging for mercy. The master and the third young master left me naked and tied to the pillar, talking and laughing as they walked away. My

whole body felt like it had been ripped of its bones; if I hadn't been tied to the pillar with hemp rope, I would have collapsed into a puddle of mud long ago. Tears streamed down my face as I blissfully recalled the events of the moment, my cheeks burning. I truly didn't understand why, having been hung naked and bound, whipped and tortured, I had never experienced such pleasure before. The vaginal fluids still soaked my bare buttocks, the excitement lingering in my mind and body. What was happening?

As I was lost in thought, I heard the torture chamber door open, and someone walked in briskly. The person came to my side and reached to untie the cloth from my head. I felt a sudden brightness before my eyes; the blinding light made it difficult for me to see clearly for a moment. The Third Young Master's handsome face was so close, and my face flushed instantly.

The Third Young Master looked at me tenderly, his small hand gently stroking the whip marks on my breasts. I felt the cool, slippery ointment on his hand, which quickly eased and soothed my pain. And that wonderfully pleasurable feeling intoxicated me, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Third Young Master, let me... let me serve you... for the rest of my life!"

From then on, the Master assigned me to the Third Young Master, making me his personal masochistic maid. In the Li family, I didn't have to do anything else; whenever the Third Young Master needed me, I could be stripped naked, hung up, and severely tortured by him every day.

You know, what a wonderful job that was! And I was different from the women imprisoned in the Li family's cell. Although there were always some masochistic female slaves used only for torture and punishment, and maids who had genuinely committed crimes, they only enjoyed the right to be bound and hung up in the underground torture chamber. Moreover, those masochistic female slaves were never allowed to wear clothes; they always had to be naked in the dungeon, waiting for their masters to torture them.

I learned all this when the Third Young Master called me to his room, stripped me naked, tied my hands behind my back, made me kneel on the ground with my buttocks raised, and while he whipped me and chatted with me, he interrogated me about being a sexually abused female slave for that guy. He then impulsively decided to let me experience what it was like to be a female slave in the Li family, just like that—naked, bound, and taken to the dungeon, where I was locked up for three days. So, I truly felt incredibly fortunate.

Back then, the Third Young Master would come to this room every day, telling me what kind of torture the Master had taught him that day, and that I should quickly strip naked so he could tie me to this pillar, hang me from this beam, or bind me to that chair, whipping and beating me for an hour or two.

Sometimes, when I was helping other servants with chores in the kitchen or elsewhere, the Third Young Master would mischievously run over, grab a rope, and tie me up in front of all the servants. He would then drag me to the yard, tie me to a tree, and begin whipping me. Or he would simply strip me naked in the kitchen or washroom and hang me up, subjecting me to indiscriminate torture.

Seven or eight years later, the Fourth Miss had grown up into a beautiful and charming young woman. The Third Young Master adored her, and the Fourth Miss loved her dearly. So, the Third Young Master would often bring her along, letting her watch as I was stripped naked, tied up, and punished. He even taught her how to tie me up, whip me, and torture me herself. Sometimes he would tie her to a pillar or hang her next to me, and when he got tired of torturing me, he would casually lash her out with a few lashes.

On several occasions, the Third Young Master would strip the Fourth Young Lady and me naked, tie our hands behind our backs, and secretly take us to the torture chamber or woodshed when no one was around. He would then whip and torture us for half a day at a time. But that wasn't the most exciting or fun part. At that time, the Eldest Young Master had just gotten married, and the Second Young Master was engaged to his wife. They would often secretly strip their wives naked and hang them in the torture chamber, then call the Third Young Master to torture them.

Later, one time the Second Young Master asked the Third Young Master to help him tie up his wife and take her to the torture chamber, only to find the Eldest Young Master inside, whipping his wife naked and hanging her on a rack! The two argued, each blaming the other for calling the Third Young Master instead of themselves. Seeing this, the Third Young Master had to mediate and came up with a suggestion: why not bring the Fourth Young Lady and me along, along with the Eldest and Second Young Masters, and take them all to the back mountain of their house for some fun? And so, the Third Young Master, the Eldest Young Master, and the Second Young Master bound the Eldest Young Master's wife, the Second Young Master's wife, the Fourth Young Master, and me with our hands tied behind our backs, and drove us to a carriage

and up the mountain. In a grove of trees halfway up the mountain, the three young masters stripped all four of us women naked. Each of us was tightly bound behind our backs with many ropes and hung upside down from a tree, where we were whipped and tortured. They whipped our breasts and buttocks, then let us down, tied us to the tree again in various positions, and tortured our genitals and thighs; then they hung us up again to continue torturing our labia, vagina, and anus, humiliating us until nightfall.

Finally, the three young masters gang-raped the Eldest Young Master's wife, the Second Young Master's wife, and me, who were naked and bound. They ordered us to serve their penises with our mouths, breasts, genitals, and anuses, with three men playing with me or two of the young masters' wives together, or one man simultaneously playing with and raping us, or even three couples playing mixed sex games.

During this time, the Fourth Miss remained completely naked, hanging from the tree, watching everything that happened. From her moist eyes, tightly pursed red lips, and her long, slender white legs rubbing against her bright red labia at the base of her thighs, as well as her glistening, hairless, white vulva wet with vaginal fluid, it was clear that the Fourth Miss was already a mature young woman.

After that, the Fourth Miss went to the provincial capital to study. On the night before her departure, according to the Li family's rules, the Master first ordered his men to tie the Fourth Miss to a large tree in the courtyard, personally whipping her fifty times. Then, bound behind her back, she was taken to the torture room and handed over to the Eldest Young Master to be tortured at his discretion for half an hour. After that, the Second Young Master took her back to his room and tortured her for half an hour, and finally, the Third Young Master.

The Third Young Master stripped the Fourth Miss naked, hung her in her boudoir, and whipped her all night. The next day, he tied her up and took her to the station. Then, three years ago, the master passed away. After the third young master finished his mourning period, he married the third young mistress and divided the family property according to the master's wishes. Since then, the third young master's mind has been entirely focused on the third young mistress. He will never remember a maid like me who has been abused...

(VIII) The Third Young Master on the Train

After torturing his wife all night, Li Tianqing, looking slightly tired, leaned against the bench in the train compartment and closed his eyes to rest, vaguely recalling everything that happened last night.

Last night, he stripped his beautiful wife naked, tied her hands behind her back, and hung her from the roof beam. He then subjected her to four different forms of whipping, lashing her breasts, thighs, buttocks, and labia. He also used water torture, pouring wine, vinegar, and chili water into her vagina and anus. Afterward, he bound the weeping Fu Ruolan tightly and raped her three times, torturing her until dawn.

Before leaving, he tied Fu Ruolan to a pillar again and whipped her, clamping her breasts with a clamp and suspending four-pound weights from each nipple before kissing her lips and leaving. This was almost the first time they had been separated for more than a week since their marriage. Fu Ruolan, naked and bound to the pillar, watched him leave through tearful eyes.

As his carriage pulled out of the street, he glanced back and saw Fu Ruolan, dressed in a light blue cheongsam, her hands tied behind her back, standing on the steps of the gate, watching his carriage from afar. He ordered the coachman to turn back. He carried Fu Ruolan to the car and held her tightly in his arms.

"Who tied you up?" Li Tianqing asked her with a smile.

"It was Xiaoyu. Don't blame her, I told her to do it," Ruolan said, nestled in his arms.

"She should really be spanked," Tianqing paused and said, "not for tying you up, but for how carelessly she did it."

"How could she!" Ruolan laughed softly.

Tianqing turned Fu Ruolan around, untied her ropes, and quickly retied her. He hugged her from behind, one hand caressing her breasts through her cheongsam, the other reaching inside the cheongsam to play with her delicate, slightly moist labia. She was wearing nothing underneath, just the cheongsam.

After a while, he said, "Shall we go for a walk?" Fu Ruolan nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed.

Li Tianqing patted the carriage wall, and the driver stopped the carriage by pulling on the rope. He helped Ruolan out of the carriage, went around to the back, and unbuttoned her cheongsam, revealing two full breasts like little white rabbits, still bearing the marks of a night of whipping and ravaging. Tianqing used a thin rope to first tie her left nipple, which stood erect and as delicate as a cherry, then looped it over the window grille, pulled it back, and tied it to her right nipple. Tianqing patted the carriage, the driver shook the rope, and the beautiful blue horse began to trot leisurely.

Tianqing lowered his head and kissed Ruolan's breasts, the rope taut, pulling her breasts up and dragging her forward. Tianqing stayed beside her, checking the rope binding her hands behind her back, and then chatted with her. Halfway there, on a whim, he hung Ruolan upside down from a large tree by the roadside, took the driver's whip, and lashed her more than a dozen times.

As they approached the county town, he carried Ruolan back to the car, stripped her naked, arranged her in a cross-legged position, and tightly bound her hands, feet, and thighs. He inserted two wooden penises into her vagina and anus respectively, then made her suck his penis. After entering the train station, he ejaculated into her mouth. He instructed the driver to take the Third Young Mistress back like this, kissed Ruolan's cherry lips, got off the car, and watched the train leave the station.

Li Tianqing closed his eyes, happily reminiscing. Suddenly, he sensitively heard the door of the compartment being quietly pulled open. Someone was sneaking close to him! Li Tianqing didn't open his eyes. He felt the distance between the person and him, and then, with his fingers like a knife, "swish," his fingers were already at the person's throat!

"Ouch! Tianqing! It's me!" He opened his eyes and saw Zhao Huaiyuan standing awkwardly in front of him.

"How come it's you?" Li Tianqing smiled.

"Good heavens! Your skills are still amazing!" Zhao Huaiyuan plopped down next to him.

"That's because your skills are terrible!" Li Tianqing joked.

"Of course I can't compare to you, I've long since lost those skills!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Who doesn't know your Li family's third young master's usual private room?"

"I mean, what are you doing on this train?"

"Huh? Have you forgotten what day it is in three days?"

"What? They didn't even send an invitation to the famous Li family's third young master? That's hilarious, hahaha..." Zhao Huaiyuan laughed excitedly.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Haha... That's ridiculous! He deserves a beating!" Zhao Huaiyuan laughed to himself before saying, "Yang Lao Er, Ye Gongzi, and Qi Jiaxin from the provincial capital have partnered to open a 'Female Slave Abuse Training Center,' which officially opens in three days. It's said that many famous courtesans, concubines, and rich young ladies have signed up. I brought Nie Xiaoxue to the opening ceremony, and also to let her receive some training there... You know, although Ye Gongzi and Qi Jiaxin's methods for training female sex slaves aren't as good as yours, they still have some skills. And you're so arrogant, no wonder they didn't dare send you an invitation!" "

You brought Nie Xiaoxue?" Tianqing asked in surprise, "Where is she?"

"Right at the door!" Li Tianqing quickly walked to the door of the private room, reached out and opened it, and saw a pretty and well-behaved girl who looked exactly like Fu Ruolan, dressed in a cute school uniform. Her hands were tied behind her back, and she was kneeling in the passageway outside the compartment

, bound hand and foot. Tianqing pulled her into the compartment and said reproachfully to Zhao Huaiyuan, "How could you do this? She hasn't even received an official status yet!"

"What's wrong with that?" Zhao Huaiyuan said strangely, "Giving her an official status isn't that difficult, is it? Besides, the purpose of going to the training center this time is to establish her status as a masochistic female slave!" After a pause, Zhao Huaiyuan said with ill intent, "Tianqing, you wouldn't happen to be..."

"What nonsense are you thinking?!" Li Tianqing's face turned red for some reason.

"Really? Then do you dare to torture her right here on the train?" Zhao Huaiyuan pressed.

"This..." Li Tianqing hesitated.

"What? Haven't we tortured women in your private room before?"

"That's not what I meant... I..."

"Alright, don't tell me you don't have torture instruments or equipment in this room. I probably know that better than anyone else!"

"Fine. I don't care." Li Tianqing said helplessly. He glanced at Nie Xiaoxue kneeling on the ground; the pitiful and sorrowful look on the beautiful girl's face made his heart tremble.

"That's settled then! You strip her naked, and I'll prepare the torture instruments for you." Zhao Huaiyuan said, getting up and lifting the edge of the bed to open the ceiling. Above was an iron beam as thick as a baby's wrist. He twisted out a thicker section of iron pipe from a hole on the side, pulling it all the way to the floor and connecting it with the hole there to form a pillar. Then he lifted the bed again, revealing various torture instruments and whips underneath.

Li Tianqing pulled up the girl and loosened the ropes binding her. He knew that Zhao Huaiyuan usually wouldn't let her wear any underwear for convenience. As expected, after the top was removed, the girl's slender upper body and her delicate, white breasts adorned with two pink cherries were revealed. He continued to remove the girl's skirt, completely exposing her body.

He embraced the girl's soft, white, slender waist and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid," before walking to the pillar and having her sit on the ground.

With Zhao Huaiyuan's assistance, Li Tianqing pulled her hands behind the pillar and tied them together, binding her firmly to the pillar. Her ankles were also tied with rope, which was then spread out to hang on the clothes hooks on the left and right walls. The girl's pinkish-white, tender vulva, which had not yet grown pubic hair, and her budding anus were thus brilliantly and unhinderedly exposed before the two of them.

"Get candles and a gag," Li Tianqing said to Zhao Huaiyuan.

Zhao Huaiyuan handed him the gag, lit four red candles, and waited excitedly.

Li Tianqing glanced at the terrified Nie Xiaoxue. From the moment she entered until her clothes were stripped off, this delicate girl had silently allowed herself to be manipulated, only letting out a soft groan when they were binding her. Tianqing carefully put the gag into her mouth, tied the strap behind her head, and gently stroked her genitals for a while. Seeing that her expression relaxed a little, he reached out and took two candles, and he and Zhao Huaiyuan slowly poured the molten wax onto her breasts, one on each side.

Nie Xiaoxue frowned in pain, trying to suppress the groans in her throat. At this moment, she was like a helpless lamb, trembling under torture. Li Tianqing's heart almost jumped into his throat, a feeling he had only experienced when he first met Fu Ruolan; his sadistic lust was mercilessly ignited by the girl's pitiful cries. He gestured for Zhao Huaiyuan to raise the girl's legs higher, and then slowly inserted the two candles into her vagina and anus. The burning wax dripped down, scalding the girl's delicate labia and anus, causing her to groan involuntarily.

Li Tianqing took a breath and said to Zhao Huaiyuan, "Hang her up."

With that, the two men untied Nie Xiaoxue from the pillar, re-bound her hands behind her back, and tied two thin ropes to her nipples, the other ends threaded through iron rings in the carriage roof. As the ropes were pulled down, Nie Xiaoxue's breasts were hoisted, her slender, white legs forced to tiptoe. She painfully maintained her balance, her beautiful toes barely touching the ground.

Just as Zhao Huaiyuan secured the ropes, Li Tianqing took out three leather whips. "Spread her buttocks!" Li Tianqing said.

Zhao Huaiyuan obeyed, grabbing Nie Xiaoxue's two snow-white, plump buttocks and forcefully pulling them apart, revealing her clean, pink anus. Li Tianqing smeared wax on the handle of a leather whip, pressed it against her anus, and slowly inserted it, rotating it. He paid no heed to Nie Xiaoxue's pitiful cries, testing the tightness of the whip inside her rectum. Because the top of the handle was a thick, round gourd shape, it couldn't possibly slip out without external force.

Satisfied, he and Zhao Huaiyuan each held a whip, standing on either side of the naked girl, her hands bound behind her back and her breasts dangling. They lashed her abdomen, thighs, back, buttocks, and the back of her thighs with force. The whips whistled and cracked, striking the girl's delicate, fair skin with a sharp "crack!" Red, swollen welts quickly spread across her slender body like a net.

Cries, weak moans, and the girl's clear tears filled the air!

At lunchtime, Nie Xiaoxue was still naked and bound, kneeling under the small table by the window, taking turns sucking the penises of Li Tianqing and Zhao Huaiyuan. A leather whip was inserted into her anus, and her buttocks, which swayed gently like a tail, were surprisingly beautiful.

After lunch, seeing Zhao Huaiyuan lying on the bed, exhausted from drinking, Li Tianqing hung Nie Xiaoxue upside down in a "Y" shape from the ceiling of the carriage. He inserted the half-empty bottle of wine into the girl's vagina and secured it, gently stroking the whip marks on her body while silently contemplating.

The wine in the bottle churned and poured into the girl's tender vagina with a "plop plop" sound...

(IX) The Third Young Mistress and Xiaoyu went to the back mountain

After leaving the train station, the coachman drove the carriage straight back to the Li family compound and entered through the side gate to the entrance of the Third Young Master's courtyard. The coachman jogged all the way to the side room and called Xiaoyu, who was in a daze, to come out and help the Third Young Mistress. Xiaoyu hurriedly put down her work and ran out with the coachman. She lifted the curtain, and what came into view was the Third Young Mistress, her cheeks flushed, her voluptuous, naked body bound tightly in a seated position, wooden penises inserted into her vagina and anus. This alluring and lewd scene made Xiaoyu's already restless heart race, her sweet face burning hot. She stood there, stunned, unsure what to do.

Fu Ruolan, however, composed herself and said softly, "Xiaoyu, untie the ropes binding my feet first."

Xiaoyu hurriedly responded and, after a long time, finally managed to untie the ropes binding her feet under the Third Young Mistress's guidance.

"Third Young Mistress, I… I should help you inside first?" Xiaoyu said, her face still red.

Fu Ruolan hesitated for a moment, then nodded, and with Xiaoyu's help, struggled down from the carriage. Because wooden penises were still inserted in her vagina and anus, her gait was peculiar; the short distance of just a few dozen meters left her and Xiaoyu drenched in sweat.

Back in the room, Xiaoyu, following the Third Young Mistress's instructions, untied her. Then, blushing, she removed the instruments of torture from the two holes in Fu Ruolan's lower body and quickly ran to fetch ointment to treat the visible whip marks on the Third Young Mistress's fair and delicate skin.

When Xiaoyu's fingers touched Fu Ruolan's breasts and genitals, both of them felt a strange sensation.

"You can go out now… I need to rest," Fu Ruolan said, her voice trembling.

Xiaoyu quietly agreed and left, carefully closing the door behind her.

Fu Ruolan lay wearily on the bed, her mind sweetly recalling the scenes of torture and abuse she had endured from the previous night until now, inflicted by her husband, Li Tianqing. The ointment on her body gave off a comfortable feeling, and she drifted off to sleep.

When Fu Ruolan woke up, it was already afternoon. She rolled over comfortably in bed, glancing at the drawer locked with the leather whip Li Tianqing often used to beat her. Although Tianqing had given her the key before leaving, she still enjoyed these mysterious daydreams. Suddenly, a strong desire surged within her—a longing to be bound, hung up, and whipped—burning like a raging fire.

She hesitated for a while before reaching for the call bell beside the bed that led to Xiaoyu's room. A short while later, with a series of light, delicate footsteps, Xiaoyu stood gracefully before her.

"Xiaoyu, come with me to the back mountain for a walk!" Fu Ruolan said, getting up and putting on her blue cheongsam with pale white flowers.

"Okay," Xiaoyu said excitedly. Since arriving at the Li family, she hadn't been to the back mountain yet. "Is there anything I need to prepare?"

"No need," Fu Ruolan said casually. "Oh, go find Granny Sun and get a rope. Have someone tie you up and wait for me outside."

Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat. During her time at the Li family, she had already figured out what the rope meant. Her face flushed, and she nervously left the Third Young Mistress's room. She went to Granny Sun, who looked after the chores, and got a rope. She went to the servant who usually tied up the maids and told him that the Third Young Mistress wanted to tie her up.

"Didn't the Third Young Mistress say what kind she wanted?" the servant asked.

"No," Xiaoyu replied timidly.

The servant nodded without saying anything more, walked over, took the rope, and said, "Turn around." He then tightly bound Xiaoyu's hands together behind her back, lifted the rope, passed it through her ribs, wrapped it around her body in front, and tied it two or three times around her breasts. He then tied the rope ends back behind her, where her hands were bound, and hooked the rope with his fingers to check if it was secure. He then patted Xiaoyu's bottom and said, "All done."

The servant did all this in the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea. Xiaoyu tried to move her arms, which were bound behind her back. They were very tight, and she could hardly move them. She glanced helplessly at the servant who had returned to the kang (a heated brick bed) to continue smoking his pipe, and shyly walked out of the room.

This was the first time in her life that she had appeared in front of everyone completely bound. Her nervousness and humiliation forced her to quicken her pace, carefully observing the male and female servants coming and going. Fortunately, people in the Li family compound were already used to this scene, and most were busy with their own work. Only a few young maids smiled at her.

Xiaoyu returned to the porch of the Third Young Mistress's residence, where Fu Ruolan was already waiting. Seeing Xiaoyu return, she said, "Let's go!" and walked ahead. Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, then reluctantly followed behind her into the mountains.

The back mountain of the Li family wasn't very far; it only took the time it takes to smoke a pipe to reach the foot of the mountain. In autumn, the mountains were lush with trees, and the fallen leaves piled up thickly, forming a natural carpet. Because it was an old forest, most of the trees had thick, intertwined branches that reached the sky.

Third Young Mistress Fu Ruolan, leading Xiaoyu, stopped halfway up the mountain. "Xiaoyu," Fu Ruolan said, catching her breath, turning to Xiaoyu, "Third Young Mistress wants to ask you for a favor. Can you grant it?"

Xiaoyu lowered her head nervously, her hands bound behind her back, and said, "Third Young Mistress, please don't ask for anything. Just tell me what you need."

Fu Ruolan nodded and said softly, "Xiaoyu, you've been whipped by the Third Young Master. I think you won't forget what it feels like to be whipped... I... I want to try... whether I can do it."

Xiaoyu was stunned and asked doubtfully, "Third Young Mistress, you..."

Fu Ruolan hardened her heart and said, "I want to tie you to a tree and torture you to see what happens."

"This..." Xiaoyu's heart pounded wildly. She looked at the Third Young Mistress's earnest and expectant face with a mixture of surprise, fear, and a hint of anticipation. Finally, she said, "Then... alright!"

Fu Ruolan said excitedly, "Great! Let's begin!" She looked around and chose a tree of suitable thickness, saying to Xiaoyu, "Come here."

Xiaoyu obediently walked to the tree, turned, and leaned against the trunk, letting the Third Young Mistress untie her hands and then tightly bind them back to the tree. Fu Ruolan broke off a branch and hesitated for a moment. Although she was often bound, hung, and whipped by Li Tianqing, this was the first time she had tortured another girl, and she didn't know where to begin.

She tentatively flicked Xiaoyu's breast, and Xiaoyu frowned slightly and softly hummed in agreement.

Fu Ruolan asked, "Does it hurt?"

Xiaoyu bit her lip, "A little... I can bear it, please continue..."

Fu Ruolan raised the branch high again and brought it down with a "whoosh." With a cry of pain from Xiaoyu, the branch snapped with a "crack." Fu Ruolan glanced at the broken branch in frustration and threw it on the ground. She looked around unwillingly and found a large willow tree not far away. Fu Ruolan quickly walked over, broke off several willow branches, and braided them together as she walked back. Returning to the tree where Xiaoyu was tied, she swung the willow branches to test them. The willow whip, soft yet resilient, whistled through the air.

"Alright," Fu Ruolan said, "Let's use this!" Without waiting for Xiaoyu's reaction, she lashed her waist and hips with the whip.

Xiaoyu's moans rose and fell in the silent forest, mingling with the cracking sounds of the willow whip lashing her body like a beautiful yet tragic symphony.

"Third Young Mistress... please... please stop hitting me... have mercy on me..." Xiaoyu pleaded, groaning.

"Does it resemble the Third Young Master's style?" Fu Ruolan asked, slightly breathless.

"This..." Xiaoyu hesitated, twisting her body, which was bound to the tree trunk.

"Speak!" Fu Ruolan lashed her breast with the whip, almost shouting.

"No... not quite like it..."

Fu Ruolan stopped in despair, then suddenly and fiercely untied Xiaoyu from the tree trunk, ignoring Xiaoyu's screams. She quickly stripped her naked, bound her hands, and hung her naked from the tree branch, whipping her mercilessly with the willow whip. Lacking sufficient strength, Xiaoyu was only able to stand on tiptoe, her toes barely touching the ground, helplessly twisting her graceful and alluring body with each lash.

In an instant, her smooth, supple skin was covered in green and red welts from the whip. Xiaoyu's cries were like those of a wounded nightingale, mournful and helpless.

Finally, Fu Ruolan, panting heavily, stopped whipping, kneeling limply at Xiaoyu's feet. She leaned against Xiaoyu's battered legs, her face wet with what seemed like sweat or tears. She slowly reached out, gently caressing Xiaoyu's smooth, long thighs, her hand moving upwards with a fascination, gradually reaching the untouched virgin valley of the naked girl hanging from the tree.

"Xiaoyu..." Fu Ruolan murmured, "You're so beautiful..."

"No... Third Young Mistress... no..." Xiaoyu tightly gripped Fu Ruolan's wrist, which was kneading her lotus petals, timidly and softly refusing.

Was that a refusal? At this moment, even she herself probably couldn't say for sure. As the Third Young Mistress's slender, soft fingers probed into the warm, narrow vagina, Xiaoyu let out a soft, intoxicating moan from the bottom of her heart.

"Xiaoyu's breasts are so beautiful..." Fu Ruolan stirred her fingers inside Xiaoyu's vagina while caressing her full, high breasts with her other hand.

"Ah... Young Mistress..."

"Xiaoyu... can you... torture me like I did when I whipped you earlier?" Fu Ruolan said, gently biting Xiaoyu's earlobe.

"Okay... alright, as long as... Third Young Mistress likes it... I'm willing..." Xiaoyu gasped.

Everything happened so suddenly, everything happened so chaotically.

Xiaoyu, mimicking Fu Ruolan's actions, tied her to a tree trunk and hung her from a branch, whipping her again and again. She pleaded with the Third Young Mistress, "Please take off your cheongsam. If it's bruised or torn, it won't look good if people see it when we go down the mountain."

Fu Ruolan, naked and bound to the tree by Xiaoyu, cried out with each lash, "Tianqing... my good man... master..."

This mutual torture between mistress and servant continued until the sun had dipped low over the mountain peaks...

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