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Tan Qi has just finished her dance; Gan hands her back her slave contract--but, at the last minute, decides against it, tucking the contract into his coat. "I'll just hold on to this for a while, if you don't mind. After all," he says playfully, "soon, you'll have nowhere to keep it."
She is about to say something very sharp, when Gan nods to his men.
"Hold her still."
Two strong men grab her by the arms; she panics and writhes a little, but soon realises how futile this is. Gan steps a little closer, then very close, too close; leaning in with a lewd smirk, his kohled eyes glitter with cruelty. Reaching out with both hands, he picks up the ends of the rolled-up ribbon holding her skirts up at the bust, then twirls them around his index fingers. He shifts on his feet and in one swift, dancerlike movement, he steps back, yanking the ribbons out with a flourish: he rolls the ends around his fist and with a final tug, her skirts fall at her feet.
The men burst into cheers and applause; Zhang Xiaojing roars in rage, only for Zhao to slap him silent. It takes the strength of four men to subdue Zhang Xiaojing with their fists and boots and swords; finally, however, they succeed.
Gan looks at him and scoffs. "I advise you to behave, Mr. Zhang," he says and raises his eyebrow. "If you want your sweetheart back in one piece, that is."
Gan turns back to Tan Qi, tossing the ribbon at her feet. He gestures for the men to pull off her blouse, so that she's only wearing her breast-band and a pair of red silk under-drawers.
Smiling, Gan steps closer, sliding his arm around her and running his fingertips up the dip of her spine. He leans in as if to kiss her, loving the way her beautiful features twist in revulsion and cold hatred; to her astonishment, she realises he's smelling her, his nostrils fluttering subtly like those of a cat when it leans in to sniff a human. Closing his eyes in pleasure, he begins to sniff her cheeks, her neck, her hairline; when he opens his eyes again, drunk from the scent of her fear, she shudders in horror.
But she shudders even more as he moves his hand higher up her spine, undoing the back laces of her breast-band; as it loosens around her chest, he presses tightly against her and kisses her, the strip of fabric now held in place only by the pressure of his armoured chest against hers.
She moans in disgust, of course; she tries to wriggle free but Gan grabs the back of her head and forces his tongue inside her mouth. She tries to bite him, but he slips out just as her teeth begin to close around his tongue; he's learned to anticipate women's little tricks like this.
He pulls back with a mocking pout. "But, missy, you break my heart." He yanks down her breast-band, pulling it off and tossing it onto the ground. "Or were you just keen on letting my men see these already?" he asks and cups her breasts in his hands, grinning wickedly as he leans in for another kiss. "Now, kiss me back properly and I won't slice these off," he murmurs and squeezes her breasts.
He kisses her deeply, loving her hesitation and her shudders of revulsion; he kisses her and caresses her like a lover, exactly because she doesn't expect it from such a brute. He kneads her breasts with great skill, deliberately not hurting her--yet--and takes her mouth with passionate, breathless kisses, kisses so lascivious he can hear his men shifting restlessly. Only natural for the boys to squirm like that when they're sporting erections underneath their armour skirts, he thinks smugly; they love it whenever Gan gives them little entertainments like this.
When he coaxes Tan Qi into surrendering her tongue, he can feel her jerking in true pleasure; when he slides his hands down to her hips and sucks her tongue, she mewls into his mouth in a delicious mixture of fear and arousal. How does he know it's true arousal? Why, it's easy; he decides to tell her, adoring how she jerks again when he brushes his wet, bearded lips against her ear.
"I can smell your cunt."
She jerks back in revulsion; he, however, doesn't let go, but holds onto her waist with one hand and slides the other--slowly--between her legs, cupping her pussy through her silks. He lifts his middle finger a little to rub it in her cleft, pressing hard as he moves his hand up and down to pleasure her; when she whimpers into his kiss and struggles in the men's grip, her wetness soaks through the fabric.
Gan lets out a long, purring chuckle into her mouth, rubbing up and down vigorously, now; he withdraws from the kiss, his eyes a little crossed in pleasure. "Good girl," he drawls, then brings his hand to his nose and inhales it deeply, shivering in ecstasy as the sweet scent of her cunny fills his lungs, drugging his brain.
But when he brings his hand to the laces of her drawers, she flinches back, furious. Before he has a chance to react, she--supporting herself on the hands of the men holding her by the arms--lifts her feet off the ground and kicks him in the belly with both feet, blowing the air out of his lungs.
Stunned, Gan staggers back, sputtering in disbelief.
"Little slave bitch!" he roars and slaps her with all his might, so hard he sends half her hairpins clinking onto the paving stones.
"Get your hands off me, you filthy animal!" she screams and spits in his face.
He grabs her hair and spits right back, in both her eyes; she screams as he rubs his spittle all over her face with his hand, smearing her makeup, snarling as he yanks down her drawers.
"Lieutenant Xue, my horsewhip!" Gan barks and snaps his fingers, holding out his hand.
At that, Tan Qi finally stills, her eyes full of true horror as she watches Gan toying with the tail of the whip.
Gan's eyes are burning with malice as he presses the looped whip to the cleft of her pussy, parting its lips, inspecting her.
"A girl from Western Regions, then," he smirks coldly as he sees she's shaved herself, a foreign custom. "Or did you make this little cunny pretty for his sake?" Gan looks over his shoulder at Zhang Xiaojing. "Or does little Li Bi 'cultivate' with young girls, perhaps?" Gan sneers and turns back to Tan Qi.
"What do you care?" she mumbles, refusing to look him in the eye.
"That's right," Gan says and lifts her chin with his whip. "I don't." He leers nastily. "It's just that it'll make this hurt so much more."
Gan hands the whip back to Xue. "This, however, is useless for the purpose," he says and looks Tan Qi in the eye. "Bring me my cane."
Said cane is the most vicious of its kind, made as it is of a slim length of bamboo: the kind that can tear flesh from bone. Gan smirks and swishes it in front of her, menacing her with the swooping noise. "Hold her head still," he says to his men. "Now, my dear," he tells her and prises open her jaw, "open your mouth and stick out your tongue, or I'm going to burn out your boyfriend's eyes."
"Stop!" Zhang Xiaojing roars. "You can cane me all you like; just leave her alone!"
Gan glances at him over his shoulder and lets out a harrumphing laugh, then turns back to Tan Qi. "I'm afraid I find her much more amusing to play with." Gan pinches her tongue between his fingertips. "Now. I shall give this little viper tongue of yours six strokes. And oh, by the way," he says charmingly, "I advise you to stay very still, lest you wish for me to blind you by accident."
Gan lets go of her tongue and takes a step back, measuring the right distance to strike her from. He doesn't allow her to anticipate the first stroke: he hits her tongue hard, sending her doubling up, speechless from the pain. As soon as the men yank her back into an upright position and hold her head up by the hair, Gan strikes her again; they repeat this dance several times, with every blow.
After the fifth stroke, little droplets of blood bead upon her tongue and Gan quivers visibly in sadistic pleasure, his mouth a little open so that Tan Qi can see the gleam of his animal tongue; he adjusts the apron panel of his armour shamelessly, then licks the blood off the tip of the cane. He puts the full force of his arm behind the last stroke, delivering it with a harsh cry; immediately, he closes the distance between them, grabs her roughly and pulls her into a savage, bloodied kiss.
He moans in pleasure as the taste of her blood bursts onto his tongue; he slaps and kneads her buttocks, rutting against her as he holds her tightly against his armoured body. The scales of his lamellar clicker as he devours her mouth, sucking upon her tongue, drinking her blood; a shiver of pleasure ripples across the muscles of his face, his prick now fully hard underneath its cage of cotton and steel.
Finally, he pulls back from the kiss, groaning in delight; his eyes are languid with pleasure, his chest heaving with lust, his lips stained with her blood. He undoes his apron panel and belts, then shrugs off his coat, handing them all over to Xue for safekeeping; he twirls the cane between his fingers, then taps the inside of her right thigh with it.
"Spread your legs. As wide as you can."
She shivers, but does as she's told; now, everyone can see Gan is erect, see the great bulge within his loose black riding trousers, a bulge clearly framed by his armour skirts. He sets his feet apart, again assessing the best position and distance to strike her from; then, he begins to run the tip of the cane across the tender skin of Tan Qi's inner thighs.
"Wider."
When she is posed to his liking, he smirks and begins to swat the cane rapidly between her thighs; every time she jerks and tries to close her legs, the men pull them apart again. Gan can't put much force behind short strokes like this, but nevertheless canes her as hard as he can, swat-swat-swatting the cane all over her inner thighs until they glow a bright pink. Tan Qi is panting, now shivering ceaselessly from the pain and the cold February air; her stuttered little breaths, the way her calves and buttocks clench as she jerks back from the cane please Gan very much, sending a rush of blood straight to his balls.
"Very pretty," he says and cups his cock through his trousers; his bulge is enormous, making Tan Qi's jaw stiffen in terror as she measures him with her eyes. Gan grins at her and squeezes himself firmly, hissing through his teeth as he cups himself all across the shaft of his prick, displaying to her its monstrous length and width.
But then, he gives her something else to think about: he brings his cane to her cunny and begins to tap it playfully, testing her with a few light strokes.
"Mercy!" she cries, astonishing everyone in the pavilion. "I know what you want from me," she says, her eyes flickering with true fear. "I will do anything you say."
"Anything?" Gan tilts his head wolfishly.
She licks sweat from her lip. "Yes, anything. If you put the cane away, now, I will make an effort to please you well, to the best of my ability," she says, her eyes downcast from shame--but she has no choice.
"Really?" Gan laughs. "Did you hear that, boys?" he chuckles and looks around himself. "The little slut is offering herself!"
All the men laugh cruelly, Tan Qi pale from horror and shame.
"Tan Qi! Don't do it! Not for my sake!" Zhang Xiaojing cries. "General, take me in her place. I am a soldier, just like you," he says, alluding to their mutual experiences of men's behaviour on long campaigns without a woman in sight.
Gan blinks. "What's this, an orgy?!?" he laughs incredulously. "Is this what the Peacekeepers really are?" he sputters and glances at them all. "Some kind of a sect of whores the Crown Prince has put together?!" he says, then flicks Zhang Xiaojing's hair with his cane. "Unfortunately for you, Mr. Zhang, I've never had an interest in men," Gan says firmly and strikes him across the face with the cane; this leaves an ugly gash on his cheek, also functioning as a warning to Tan Qi of just how hard he could hit her, if he wanted to. Gan leans in and flicks Zhang Xiaojing's wound with his fingers, then flicks his eyes, snapping his fingers painfully off his temples. "Do you hear me? Never!" he snarls. "Even as surrogates, even on campaigns. I'd rather fuck my fist, you fucking faggot!" he says and spits in his face, then gets up and returns to Tan Qi.
He tips her chin up with the cane. "You'll get six more for such a wanton show of unchastity," he says, as if he hadn't been resposible for her stripping and offering herself in the first place. He slips the cane between her legs and toys with her folds with the tip, his eyes narrowing with vicious glee. "And this time, where it hurts the most."
Now, she closes her eyes, shaking from shock, too scared to even weep.
That does it: Gan has to take his cock out of his trousers and stroke it, hissing in sadistic pleasure.
"Now, turn around and face that pillar; I want you to put your arms around it and bend over. Boys, help her out: you know the position I mean."
Tan Qi shivers as she realises she is not the first--and likely, not the last--woman to be made into a spectacle for Gan's pleasure: he loves the disgust, horror and helplessness on a woman's face as she realises she is but one of his many playthings.
"That's it," Gan murmurs when the men force her to embrace the pillar, holding her still. "Arch your back," he says and taps the small of her back. "Lift up that arse; offer me that cunt."
Again, he hits her much sooner than she thought he would: he strikes the first two blows in rapid succession, an X across her buttocks; the pain is so great her knees buckle, only the men's arms holding her upright.
"What's the matter?" Gan laughs. "I'm not even hitting you very hard, yet," he coos condescendingly, spitting on his cock and stroking it lazily as he takes in the welts rising upon her buttocks.
Swiftly, he strikes her horizontally across the buttocks, turning the X into a six-pointed star; he saves the last three strokes for her cunny, however.
"Push this pussy out," he says, tapping her folds with the cane. "Further," he says, swatting her mound. "Offer it, I said."
He stands beside her head to find the right angle, Tan Qi's legs shaking from fear, pain and the uncomfortable position; chuckling darkly, Gan runs the tip of his cane up and down her pussy in a feather-light caress.
He pulls his arm back to strike her, just to see her tensing and squeezing her eyes shut; he gives her a false start, tapping her pussy again instead of striking her.
"You look so beautiful like this," he says with a perverse tenderness, caressing her cheek with a crooked finger.
She makes to say something, but it's then that he strikes her pussy with the cane, hard; she falls into the men's arms, pale even underneath her white makeup, cold sweat beading upon her lip. When she looks at him, wounded and accusing, it's so arousing he groans deep in his belly, his prick spurting a thick drop of sap; groaning in pleasure, he strokes his cock, luxuriating as that sap pours down his knuckles.
"Up," he tells her with a tap of the cane, the men helping her lift her arse. "Now," he says to the man standing beside her, "lift up her leg; spread her out for me--that's it, show me that little cunny," he says when the man reveals it to him, Tan Qi now shaking uncontrollably from fear.
Zhang Xiaojing can't watch; he turns his head and grits his teeth, trembling in rage and disgust.
With a harsh cry, Gan delivers the last two strokes straight on Tan Qi's unprotected pussy, in quick succession; she collapses in the men's arms in shock, unconscious.
Immediately, Gan lets the cane clatter onto the paving and falls to his knees behind her; as he'd hoped, the cane has broken the skin of her inner labia a little, gifting him with those little pinprick-beads of blood he'd been hungering for.
Mewling, he closes his mouth over the entirety of her pussy, sucking it like a freshly cut fruit: he stretches his jaws, his lips to devour all of it, violating her sex with his tongue. Gan stiffens his tongue and fucks her with it, pushing into the rippled flesh of her insides; glutting himself upon her flesh, he groans and grunts and slurps and huffs as he licks up her blood, licks up her cold sweat, licks up the sap of her earlier arousal now slain by his violence.
His prick is dripping in a long string onto the flagstones as he kneels there, masturbating roughly; he spreads his tongue wide and continues to lick and lap and lave at her reddened cunny, making the beaten, broken skin glisten from his saliva. Already she looks like a whore well-fucked; perhaps this is part of the reason why he loves beating women so? After all, a woman panting and flushed and dishevelled from violence looks not at all different from a woman red and tousled and gasping when fucked.
With a deep groan and a great rattle of lamellar, Gan lifts onto his feet; he pinches each of her folds between his fingers and spreads her wide. Now, she is starting to stir from her pained haze; Gan had been meaning to gloat a while longer, but simply cannot wait any more--he must be inside her.
He guides the men to hold her bent over, with her torso almost horizontal and her legs spread, her arse up in the air. He sets his feet firmly and guides himself inside her pussy; it's warm and flushed from his beating, but not very soft or wet yet, so he takes pleasure in the knowledge of how much this must be hurting her.
"Where did that wetness go?" he asks her, teasing her cunny with just the head of his cock. "You were eager before I beat you," he tuts, thrusting deeper inside. "You came here all dolled up like that," he says and pulls her hair, rocking himself deeper and deeper. "You were planning to seduce me to get me to release him, weren't you?" he laughs and grinds in as deep as he can. "Congratulations, you succeeded! Now, take it, you little slut," he grunts and begins to fuck her with hard, brutal thrusts, making her cry out in pain.
"Fuck her hard, General!" the men cry out in encouragement.
"Yeah, give it to her!"
"What's her pussy like, General?"
"A nice, meaty cunt, that's what!" Gan groans with relish, smacking her buttocks as he thrusts into her; he winks over his shoulder at Zhang Xiaojing, his balls tightening in pleasure at his murderous face. "Very fat, very tight!"
Tan Qi's nails are clawing marks into the pillar she's clutching, her knuckles white; the rest of her hairpins dangle off the messy nest of her hair, clutched by Gan's fist. On a whim, Gan takes the last of the pins and checks its tip for sharpness; he finds it too dull for stabbing, but perfect for decorating her skin some more. As he drags the point down her back, she screams in terror; he just chuckles and keeps on fucking her.
"Just a spot of calligraphy, my dear!" he laughs and draws a few strokes on her back with the pin, and soon enough, the rising welts on her skin form the same characters as on the lantern hanging above them: "Right Cavalry."
He lays the pin in the dip of her spine and continues to fuck her, moaning his pleasure loudly, obnoxiously. He entertains his men by giving her very long strokes--easy with a prick as long as his--by pulling almost all the way out and then slamming in deep with a hard, brutal thrust; every time he gets a noise of pain from her, his prick gets harder and harder. He and his men get to enjoy the magnificent sight of his cock going in and out, like a gleaming bronze knife cutting into the tiny little peach of her pussy; his grunts and moans of pleasure ring in the courtyard, his lamellar rattling loudly as his body crashes into hers with every thrust.
As his armour skirts slap against her welted buttocks, some of the cords become stained here and there with her blood--only minute drops here and there, but their sight nevertheless hits him so hard he's going to come--
With a harsh cry, he yanks himself out of her, his wet prick slapping against his cuirass; with another harsh cry, he tears her off the pillar and throws her on the ground, naked on the cold flagstones.
"Hold her down," he rasps, "on her back. Jiao, you keep her head still."
They pin her down, one man for each limb and a fifth to hold her head up by the hair, Tan Qi furious but knowing it's futile to try and resist; Gan pulls his trousers down to his knees and straddles her so that he's facing her feet. Chuckling nastily, he squats over her face as if in a privy, spreading his buttocks and offering his arsehole to her mouth, making her scream and thrash in her horror. The skinny young soldier tasked with holding her head in place fails to hold her tightly enough, so that when she struggles, she manages to wrench her head aside; Gan glares at the youth over his shoulder.
"I said: hold her still!" he barks, and would hit him if he could reach that far. "Put her head between your knees, you moron!"
Apologetically, the boy obeys; after a short struggle, he manages to capture her head and to hold it trapped between his thighs. Immediately, Gan sits down and plants his arse over Tan Qi's mouth, groaning in pleasure as if he were having a good shit: he smears his arse all over her face, her cries and gags of disgust going straight to his balls.
"Lick it," Gan says, spitting in his hand and stroking his cock, rolling his hips over her face like a courtesan riding a man; knowing just how hard Jiao's cock must be underneath his armour makes it even better. "Just shaved my arse today, in case we captured a pretty girl tonight, and here you are!" he laughs. "I got pretty sweaty in the saddle just now; do you like the taste?" he asks her as much as he asks Jiao, hearing his sharply indrawn breath. "Now," he coos at Tan Qi and spreads himself with his hands, "go on, put that vicious little tongue of yours to good use; give my arse a good wipe."
Whimpering in disgust, she has no choice but to obey; when her tongue clumsily, tentatively first touches his arse, he whimpers himself from the immense pleasure. Oh, how much her tongue must sting from his caning of it, how much her neck must hurt from him sitting down on her face with his fully armoured weight! It's so delicious he can't even touch himself for fear of coming; after he's ridden her mouth for a while, his prick is dripping in a long string down to her throat, his sap pooling in the dip of her clavicles.
"Flicker your tongue, really get it in there," he groans, feverish in his lust as he spreads his buttocks for her. "Clean up every wrinkle. Yeah--that's it--fuck! Yeah!" he moans, making high-pitched noises of ecstasy as she truly begins to flicker her tongue. "Taste it, taste it, taste my arse," he pants as he rocks atop her; he's unable to keep from touching his cock any longer, hissing when he strokes it, his balls so high and tight and full of come. "Lap it up, lap up all the sweat and must and shit; fucking suck it!" he laughs, the high giggle of a madman. "Suck my arse!" he barks until she does, the sound of her slurps making everyone except Gan wince in disgust. "That's it, girl!" Gan laughs. "Savour the flavour!"
When he first feels her actually sucking his arse, he can't bear it anymore; howling, pumping his prick frantically, he comes in his hand, shooting thick ribbons of sperm all over her belly. His arsehole pulses against her tongue, spasming around its flickering tip--what a good girl she is, to know to keep licking!--and he grinds his hips into her face as hard as he can, moaning loudly, his cock pouring come down his squeezing fist.
Before they can react, Gan scoops up his come, turns around and smears it all over Tan Qi's moaning face; Jiao is trembling, his jaw stiff, as if he were quivering upon the edge of orgasm. Gan just laughs and pushes his cock into Tan Qi's mouth. "Now, suck it clean, there's a good girl."
This position means Gan is now straddling Jiao's thighs, too, Tan Qi's head still trapped between them; they are close enough to kiss, Jiao whimpering as he looks at Gan's smirking face, his nostrils fluttering at the smell of his sperm.
Grinning wickedly, Gan scoops up some of his sperm and offers those fingers to Jiao, tilting his head with a smirk, daring him; the entire courtyard falls silent for a second.
With a desperate howl, Jiao leans in and sucks those fingers, his hips bucking against Tan Qi's head so hard Gan can tell he's coming in his trousers; the exquisite sadistic thrill makes Gan's cock spurt out one last splash of sperm into Tan Qi's mouth, her little gag crowning his conquest.
Gan smirks, his eyes lazy, pleased; he pats Jiao's cheek--oh, the worshipful way with which he looks up at Gan!--and with a groan, he gets to his feet, pulling his trousers back up to cover his buttocks.
"Lick that up," Gan says to Jiao, pointing to the lashes of his sperm over Tan Qi's belly.
Outright shaking in his lust and his humiliation, Jiao bends to his task, some of the men groaning and turning away in disgust.
***
After Jiao has finished, Tan Qi looks relieved--until she sees Gan is not doing up his trousers at all, still hard as rock, showing no intention of stopping just yet.
He gestures to his men. "Bring me that table over there," he says: a sturdy wooden table is brought into the pavilion. "Boys, help her climb onto it. On all fours," he tells Tan Qi. "That's it. Your arse in the air; I wish to play with it."
Once she's perched upon the table to his liking, he stands beside her and gives his cock a little stroke. "Push that pussy out, and let me see that arse. Spread that little hole for me," he says. "Let me see what I'm going to fuck."
She's barely arranged herself into position when Gan suddenly pushes his left index finger straight inside her arse: when she cries out and jerks, Gan laughs and twists his finger inside her, fucking her with it. "What's the matter?" he coos condescendingly. "Surely you knew that if you were to seduce me, I was going to fuck you in the arse?" he says in a mock-pitying voice and pouts, hooking his finger. "You knew I'd play with your little shithole," he croons and tastes his finger, closing his eyes as he savours her taste.
"Yummy," he says when Zhang Xiaojing looks up at him in disgust. "If you behave, Mr. Zhang," Gan says to him, "I might let you taste this, too. But before that..." Gan turns to his men. Boys, get your cocks out," he says. "Warm her up for me--hands, fingers, tongues; don't you dare stick your cocks in her or come on her... yet," he winks.
The men descend upon her like wolves; she screams, Zhang Xiaojing bellows, but it is to no avail. They slap and pinch her all over, holding her writhing body in place; some men claw and squeeze and pull at her breasts, some tear at her hair, others suffocating her screams with fingers thrust deep into her mouth. Some beat her welted buttocks and her pussy with merciless hands, some even biting her here and there, hard enough to leave bruises; one man spits on her arse, looks at Gan for permission--which he grants with a nod--and twists two fingers inside her arse, making her wail.
And all the while, Gan watches this play calmly, stroking his cock, his eyes narrowed from sadistic delight; slowly, he walks around the table to observe her violation from multiple angles, tilting his head to get a good look at the hands, mouths and teeth now savaging her. The smell of so many cocks being stroked is making Jiao--watching all of this from the sidelines--very restless, Gan enjoying watching him squirm.
When Gan returns to stand behind Tan Qi, he takes great pleasure in watching two of his men smacking her buttocks and fingering her pussy and her arse.
Gan gestures to those two men. "Open her arse for me. Two fingers from each of you," he says and spits on the two already in there. "Let's see how many she can take with just spit." He groans with relish, stroking his cock with a firm hand. "But make it slow; give me a little show."
She chokes and gasps with pain as the men obey: brutally, they spit into her and finger her arse open. First, they take turns, each pushing in two fingers at a time, alternating between the two of them; finally, they add more spit, both pushing their fingers in at the same time.
"Yeaaah," they groan dirtily, fucking her with their rough, soldiers' fingers, beating her buttocks so that they glow a bright pink, the welts an angry red; she moans and tosses there in her pain, held in place by the others as they laugh at her struggling. "Look at that," one man says as they tug at the rim of her arse with their fingers. "Such a tight little hole for you, General."
"Yes; this is going to look so nice stretched around his cock," the other chuckles and spits inside her. "Going to take a while for him to get inside such a tiny little arse," he says and hooks his fingers inside of her. "It's going to hurt, honey," he laughs and smacks her buttock. "You should be grateful that he asks us to prepare you like this."
"Will she cry, do you think?" the first man asks. "And beg for him to take it out?"
"Love it when they do that," the other man grins and strokes her pussy with his free hand, pinching her clitoris between two fingers. "Ooh, look how swollen," he chuckles. "Her pussy's all wet," he laughs, dancing his fingers across her glistening folds. "The little slut likes it!"
"Opening up quite nicely," Gan says, pushing two fingers from his right hand inside her pussy and fucking her slowly with them. "You're right; she is very wet, and very hot and soft, too," he purrs, licking her sap off his fingers, then fucking her with them again, now curling them towards the front of her cunny so hard that she wails. "Why is your pussy so wet?" he asks her, laughing. "Hmm? You know, boys, I think we've found another tomboy slut," he says loudly, so that he can be heard over her screams; "the kind who loves getting her arse fucked!"
He's now curling his fingers harder and harder into the soft front wall of her pussy, so hard and so fast that she sloshes; she screams and judders, only for the men to slap her and choke her with their fingers again.
Gan laughs loudly as the curls of his fingers get her pussy to trickle, drops of it spraying upon his gauntlet. "Yes..." he murmurs. "That's what they're all like, all the little tarts who dress up as men," he says. "Once they get fucked like boys by their masters," he smacks her buttock, "they get addicted to sodomy, always hungry for a cock up the arse!"
"We've found you out!" the men laugh dirtily, cooing and making kissy faces at her, squeezing her breasts and slapping her body between stolen kisses. "If it's a prick up the arse you want," they say, "you've come to the right place!"
"Yeah! He never lets them leave here until he's fucked them up the arse!" they cackle. "Girl, you'll be walking out of here gaping!"
Lots of oohing and dirty laughter.
Gan grins. "Soon, my girl," he says, moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. "Soon, I'm going to fill you up."
"Already, she's wincing!" the men taunt her, laughing. "Soon, you're going to be wincing a lot more!"
"Now, tug her arse open for me," Gan says. "Pull her open, as hard as you can; I want to see inside her."
The men obey, Gan slowing down the movements of his fingers in her pussy, all the while stroking his cock; he croons as he leans closer, tilting his head to better see the heaving pink gape.
"Very pretty," he says and reaches out to give her arse a lick, making her jerk very fetchingly. "Still pink on the inside. You'll be red by the time I'm finished with you, my dear," he says and pushes two of his left hand's fingers in between the men's, filling her utterly with a total of six fingers now savaging her arse: he alternates between thrusting into her pussy with his right hand and then into her arse with the left, chuckling when that makes her choke on a whimper; then, he pushes both hands' fingers in at once and curls, turning that whimper into a scream.
Gan laughs. Then, when she least expects it, he starts to push his cock inside her pussy, making her cry out in panic; gesturing for the men to keep their fingers inside of her arse, he tips back his head and groans in pleasure, moving in and out of her pussy slowly.
"Fuck!" he roars. "Such a hot, wet cunt!" he groans and begins to fuck her with hard, vicious thrusts, his teeth gritted. "You know, boys," he says as he rocks in and out, relishing the sight of her abused, welted cunny stretched around his prick, "I was going to get the oil, but the little bitch is so wet I bet she can take me with just this," he says and admires the rich, thick glaze her pussy has given his cock. "Tastes better than the oil, too."
The men laugh knowingly, as if they know something she doesn't; Zhang Xiaojing looks at them askance.
Gan pulls out and scoops up some of her wetness, then gestures for the men to pull their fingers out; calmly, he works her sap into her arse, rolling his fingers inside of her. "Yes," he breathes heavily, spitting on her arse again to slicken it some more. "Spit and cunt will do just fine."
And then, he starts to push his cock inside her arse. She stiffens with the pain, the men growing silent, knowing from old experience that Gan wants to enjoy this moment without any distractions: the only sounds in the pavilion are the snap and crackle of logs in the fire pits, Gan's heavy breathing and the creak of his boots. He rocks himself inside of her with relentless dips, fairly easy now that she's thoroughly stretched out; still, his prick is so enormous that even as he slides past the tightest muscles, he can only sink halfway inside of her.
He groans low in his belly, an ugly, obnoxious sound; he strains and lifts onto his toes from pleasure, the tails of his cap swinging, his fingers claws in her welted hips. "Fuck!" he grunts as her arse cramps around him, its squeezes marvellous around the sensitivemost part of his prick, just below the head. "Tight little hole! Bet your master isn't as big as I am," he grins and stays still deliberately, knowing just how much pain that gives her. "Now, you know what a real cock feels like!" he says and smacks her arse, then turns to his men. "Bet he's so small that even when he fucks her arse, she wonders if it's in yet!"
Lots of dirty laughter as Gan spits on his cock several times, loving to watch the foam gathering between her horripilated buttocks, the way her muscles twitch and shiver.
"Oh, but I forget," Gan says and shuffles closer to her, then grabs her hair and pulls her head back slowly, so that he can purr in her ear. "Your master is so noble, so virtuous he'd never fuck a slave; he's too busy being fucked by His Highness," and he pulls back for momentum, "just like this!"
As he rams inside, Tan Qi's cry of agony is awful to hear; Zhang Xiaojing's eyes are bulging from rage in his reddened face, his neck bloodied from the swords held against his throat.
And now, Gan's had enough of gloating; cackling nastily, he starts to fuck her properly, the men cheering him on as he takes her with savage, merciless thrusts.
"Fuck her arse, General!" they cry, stroking their cocks, "Give it to her deep!"
"Make her take it!"
"Go on, General; tear her a new one!"
"Her pussy's dripping!" one of the men notices.
Gan laughs and brings his hand to her clitoris, and oh, the way she spasms from the sudden pleasure! The men laugh knowingly, Gan's thrusts getting longer, now, as her body betrays her and opens for him, her pussy fluttering underneath his stroking hand.
"That's more like it!" Gan says and slaps her pussy between rubs, she now so wet his fingers can barely get purchase as they slip over her clitoris; as he drives in with longer and deeper thrusts, she begins to scream and shake, in the telltale way of a woman approaching orgasm.
But she is holding back, he can tell.
He presses into her back with his full weight and licks her ear. "You like it," he purrs and rolls his hips. "Love having a big, fat cock fucking you deep in the arse," he says and spits in her ear, the echoes of her scream delicious around his cock. But he holds her still, pinning her head to the table, fucking her arse with vicious, stabbing thrusts. "Little slut. You love my cock in your hot little shithole, so tight, so silky, so deep; you love it when I rape your arse, just like this, just like this," he snarls and shakes her head by the hair. "Does it hurt?" he asks and bounces her head off the table. "Hmm?"
When she refuses to answer, he nods to his men; one of them slaps her face, so hard he splits her lip. Gan rips her head back by the hair. "Insolent whore!" he barks in her ear with a violent thrust of his hips. "Speak when you're spoken to! Does it hurt?"
"Fuck you!" she cries, to everyone's shock, sobbing as she shakes there from his thrusts, her makeup running down her face.
"I'll take that as a yes," Gan laughs and lets go of her hair. "Boys, stuff her mouth with your cocks," he says. "Let me feel this slave bitch gag."
And as the first man rams his cock into her throat, her arse clutches around Gan's cock perfectly; Gan howls and slams in just as hard, so that soon, Tan Qi is retching and dripping from both ends with sap and phlegm. So hard does the man irrumate her mouth that she vomits a little; noticing this, Gan gestures for him to leave her alone.
"See?" Gan asks, again bringing his hand to her clitoris, still pulling her head back by the hair. "That's what you get for disobedience," he says, hissing in pleasure as her blood stains his pounding hips, his fucking having once again opened her wounds. "Now, I want you to come for me," he pants and groans, watching his glistening cock plowing in and out of her arse. "Milk my cock with your arse," he growls and pinches her clitoris painfully, "or I'm going to slice off your cunt and feed it to my dogs!"
She screams at that, and Gan lets go of her hair so that he can grab her hip and fuck her harder; he hammers into her with such violence his armour rattles loudly, the scales digging into her welts on his every thrust. He stabs her guts with merciless, punishing blows, stroking her clitoris so hard he's rubbing her raw, his explosive roars echoing through the courtyard.
Now, she is shaking again and sobbing in defeat, her body no longer tensing in resistance. To keep him from killing her, she takes a deep breath and surrenders: that breath comes out as a deep moan, a moan that rises into a scream as she lets Gan force her body into a violent orgasm.
He laughs, laughs loudly as she trickles from between his fingers, her pussy and arse convulsing as if in seizure every time he grinds in deep; her legs shake and kick and spasm, all of her body juddering from the pain-pleasure he's driving through her body, impaling her upon the cruelty of his prick over and over. Growling, he fucks her with loose-hipped thrusts, swinging his hips into her and slamming in balls-deep every time, their smack against her pussy wet and loud; there's a wet splash upon the flagstones as she loses control of her body completely, gushing and gushing in her shame, spraying his armour skirts with every brutal slam of his hips.
Her hoarse screams are punctuated by the men's laughter, several of them coming onto the flagstones at the sight; the scents of pussy and sperm send Gan, too, hurtling past the point of no return. He lets go of her clitoris and just grabs her hips, grunting and howling as he claws at them wildly; his noises grow higher in pitch as he comes deep into her guts, ecstatic from his victory. He throws back his head, his back arched like a bow as he shoots fountains of hot come into her trembling, humiliated, subjugated flesh; the splashes of his men's ejaculations fall around him like rain. Her arse squeezes around him like it were deliberately sucking more and more sperm out of him, his balls jumping again and again to fulfill what he's sure is her body's secret desire; not only will she remember being drenched like this for the rest of her life, but she'll come to crave it, hunger for it, dream of being taken by Gan again. No other man could ever compare--let alone that miserable, dirty dog kneeling there in the corner.
"Ai-aia!" Gan groans and pulls out, then immediately cups his hand underneath her gaping arse, heaving and brimming with sperm. "Come on," he says and slaps her buttock with his free hand. "Shit it out."
She isn't even trying properly, he can tell; she just makes a little whimpering noise and arches her back, but he sees she's not bearing down with her muscles at all.
"I put quite a lot of come in there," Gan says. "Push it out. Or do you wish to stay with us here all night?"
When she still fails to purse out more than a small trickle, Gan huffs and gestures to Jiao--who hasn't even come yet, by the looks of it, his prick still hard in his hand.
"You. You do this while I persuade her a little," Gan says and guides Jiao to cup his hand underneath her arse instead. Jiao is practically shaking from arousal at the prospect, his prick hard as ever; Gan knows it's he Jiao has been looking at all this time, not Tan Qi.
Gan walks around the table and gestures to his men. "Hold her head still; prise her mouth open." Grinning nastily, he narrows his eyes as he regards Tan Qi, her beautiful features now twisted into a grotesque by the men's hands, her smeared makeup like the face of a statue ruined by rain. "You were asking for it," Gan says softly and pats her cheek, mock-patient. "Perhaps this'll remind you of shitting?" he says mischievously and offers his glistening, foaming cock to her mouth. "So dirty, you've made it," he tuts. "Now, you must suck it clean, or I'll rip your tongue out."
She screams, but Gan slides his prick into her mouth nevertheless; he hardens where he'd started to grow soft, her slithering little tongue pure ecstasy against his cock.
"Now, Jiao!" Gan cries and thrusts into Tan Qi's throat with all his might. This causes her arse to spasm and push out his come, some of it spraying onto Jiao's face, just as Gan had hoped: Jiao wails in shock, coming into his fist. As Gan keeps thrusting and thrusting into Tan Qi's gagging throat, more and more come bursting out of her rear, Jiao can barely keep his hand in place; he whimpers and shakes, watching helplessly as thick chunks of Gan's come dribble out into his palm.
Gan, however, is too busy tormenting Tan Qi to gloat; groaning, he rams in deep and stays there. Now, her chokes and spasms are hysterical, Gan and the men holding her head down until her face begins to turn purple.
Casually, Gan turns to Jiao. "Got a handful?"
"Plenty, sir!" Jiao says, feeling terribly sorry for Tan Qi.
"Bring it." Gan pulls out, leaving Tan Qi dragging in drowning breaths; he gestures for the men to loosen their grip. He marvels at Tan Qi's heaving, gasping, exhausted face; laughing, he licks the cold sweat from her forehead.
"Now," he says to Jiao, "hold it up to her mouth."
Yanking Tan Qi's head up by the hair, Gan looks at her sternly. "Come on, girl. Drink it up."
Tan Qi, too exhausted to resist, bends down to lap up Gan's come despite her disgust; Gan even leans in, his hand on his prick, to watch her every little grimace.
When she's finished, Gan claps his hands, pleased. "Good!"
Jiao withdraws his hand; Gan knows he won't be washing it for a while. Gan tucks himself inside his trousers and snaps his fingers at Xue, who hands him his apron panel, coat and belts.
"Let her go," Gan says and gestures to the prisoners. "Take them inside--somewhere secure this time." He looks at Tan Qi, then Jiao. "Lieutenant Jiao, you take care of her," Gan says and pats him on the shoulder. "I want you to bathe her and bring her to my quarters. We've got a long night ahead of us, still."
Gan takes one last look at the arena of his conquest--what a magnificent show he's given them tonight!--and smirks, extremely pleased with himself.
"That's all," he says. "My regards to the Crown Prince for selecting such beautiful and talented ladies for his operations," he grins. "Thank you for the entertainment, miss," he bows mockingly at Tan Qi, then casts a smug look at the other prisoners. He winks at the fuming Zhang Xiaojing, leaning in conspiratorially. "Thank you for bringing your girlfriend; she's an excellent fuck."
Cheerfully, Gan adjusts his sword belt and walks away.
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