The Humiliation of the Sichuan Tang Clan (2)
Jong Yak-hui gagged as Dang Dupyeong's manhood choked her throat, pain flooding through her.
But what truly tormented her was not the physical agony.
Hah… hah… This isn't even pain. Compared to the mental anguish of having my head and heart carved open with a blade, a sore throat and the inability to breathe barely register. The real suffering is my wretched situation—this crushing humiliation. But I will endure it.
Even as tears and snot streamed down her face from the suffocating torment, Jong Yak-hui steeled her will.
She knew the true humiliation was only beginning, and though she hardened her resolve to withstand it, an unnameable dread still made her body tremble.
— Thrust, thrust— schlick, schlick—
"Urghk! Kuh-kuh… uurgh…! Guhk!"
"Hahaha. Looks like the Second Matriarch rather likes my cock."
"Haha. It does look that way."
Aaaah… Someday I will repay this humiliation. I swear it.
Tears and mucus poured from Jong Yak-hui as Dang Dupyeong's shaft blocked her throat. He worked it back and forth, and the two men delighted in the sight of her choking and writhing in misery.
— Shluuck— pop—
"Hwaaagh…! Cough! Uuuurgh…!"
— Splash— retch—
The moment Dang Dupyeong pulled free of her mouth, Jong Yak-hui spat another mouthful of vomit onto the floor. A sour stench filled the room once more.
"Heh heh…! Hyung-nim, her mouth's had enough. Time to enjoy her cunt."
"Of course. If we're going to brew an antidote for the Second Matriarch, we'll need our yang essence—and her womb."
"Hnnngh… hah… uurgh! Hnnn… hnnn…!"
On all fours, Jong Yak-hui braced herself against the floor, fluids streaming from her eyes, nose, and mouth. Strings of spit and vomit dangled from her lips and chin. The two men smiled with deep satisfaction at the sight.
"Let's move her to the bed."
They began to lift her body.
— Squish—
"Haaah. The Second Matriarch's breasts are a genuine masterpiece, aren't they? So full, and still this firm."
"I'll take her legs."
Dang Dupyeong slid his arms under her armpits and seized both of her breasts in a crushing grip. Her lush mounds filled his hands completely. Dang Dupae took hold of her thighs. Together they hoisted her onto the bed.
Jong Yak-hui lay there, utterly spent, staring blankly up at the ceiling.
"Well then. We need to draw up her yin energy, so let's work her body over."
"Haaah. As you say."
"I'll take the lower half."
"Then I'll handle the top."
The two men set about ravaging the upper and lower halves of the woman who still gazed emptily at the ceiling.
"My, my. The Second Matriarch's mouth is filthy like this. Allow me to clean it for you."
Dang Dupyeong fetched a towel and wiped the vomit and fluids from her face. Then he tossed the cloth aside and immediately began suckling at her breasts.
— Slurp, slurp— suckle—
"Haha. So full and soft… the Second Matriarch's breasts truly are magnificent."
Haaah. Filthy. Revolting.
Far from pleasure, Jong Yak-hui felt only a crawling horror as Dang Dupyeong mouthed at her chest; goosebumps raced down her spine.
"Well then. Shall I have a look at the Second Matriarch's cunt? If we're going to make use of her womb, we ought to examine the inside, no?"
— Spread—
Dang Dupae gripped her mound and wrenched her open left and right. Her tightly closed folds parted wide, revealing a round, dark tunnel within.
"Ohh. So this is the Second Matriarch's cunt. Pink as a peach blossom—as fine as a virgin's passage."
Aaaah… How shameful. How wretched. To become these men's plaything…
With her legs forced wide and her sex pried open for inspection, Jong Yak-hui kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling. She could not see what was happening below. But she knew. She could picture with perfect clarity the snake-like gaze of Dang Dupae as he peered into her depths.
— Trickle—
Strangely, the mere thought of it made her spill love juices against her will. Jong Yak-hui panicked as the wetness escaped her without permission.
"Haha. Look at all that nectar. Seems the two of us please you that much."
"We do not."
She cursed the men inwardly.
Spreading my cunt open to amuse yourselves… You filthy bastards.
A cool draft slipped into the gaping hole of her sex. The chill snapped her somewhat back to herself.
"Well then. Time to sample the Second Matriarch's cunt. To brew the medicine properly, one must know exactly how her yin gate tastes."
Grinning, Dang Dupae dragged his tongue slowly along her slit.
— Sliiiick—
"Hnn!"
A jolt of pleasure shot through her folds, and a moan escaped before she could stop it.
N-no. I can't. Feeling pleasure from these men's caresses… that's a sin. I have to endure.
Jong Yak-hui bit down hard on her lip and began circulating her mental cultivation technique, determined to suppress every spark of sensation. As the method settled her mind, a fragile calm returned.
— Lick, lick— suckle— slurp—
"Haaah… haaah…!"
That filthy tongue. I must not fall to that filthy tongue-work.
Every time Dang Dupae lapped at her folds and clit, pleasure bloomed anew. Yet Jong Yak-hui crushed it with superhuman will. She bit her lip, steadied her heart, and refused to yield.
Nipples, slit, and clit—assaulted all at once by the two men's mouths and hands—her body was drowning in sensation. But her iron mental strength held the pleasure at bay; she would not even let a moan slip free. Only ragged breathing escaped her as her chest heaved.
— Push— schlick—
"Hnn!"
"Haha. My fingers get to taste the Second Matriarch's cunt before my cock does. But taking the pulse first is a physician's proper duty, is it not? I'll examine her thoroughly by hand—then administer the prescription."
Aaaah… That filthy Dang Dupae's fingers, invading my passage…
Startled by the sudden intrusion, Jong Yak-hui cried out before she could stop herself.
— Prod, prod— scrape, scrape— stroke, stroke— lick, lick—
"Hnnn… hnnn…!"
Dang Dupae began drumming and raking his fingers along the ceiling of her passage. At the same time his tongue never left her clit and folds, working them relentlessly. She felt every scrape and stroke against her inner walls with merciless clarity.
— Twitch, twitch—
Against her will, pleasure from those fingers made her vaginal muscles clench and flutter.
Haaah… So I can't even control the movements of my own passage.
Her sex was responding without her consent. And when Dang Dupae began pumping his fingers in and out in a mockery of intercourse, a soft, spreading heat rose through her entire slit until her body twisted.
— Thrust, thrust— scrape, scrape— plunge, plunge— lick, lick—
"Hnn… hnn…!"
Endure it. I must not react to his caresses. That would mean surrendering to them.
Her mental fortitude was formidable; even as pleasure climbed from her folds, she swallowed every moan and held on. But physiological responses could not be commanded by will alone.
— Clench— trickle—
Aaaah… I'm leaking…
Unable to contain the arousal, her sex finally spilled a palmful of love juices. She felt the wetness clearly as it ran down the outside of her passage, and shame flooded her face with heat.
"Haha. So much nectar. That excited by my fingers, are you?"
"I am not. Just put it in and finish already."
Aaaah… To drip for this bastard's fingering… How humiliating. But this is not the product of my will.
It was a reaction beyond her control. Jong Yak-hui told herself she had not surrendered to the two men.
"What's the rush? We can enjoy ourselves a little longer."
"I need that medicine as soon as possible. So insert it and ejaculate. Now."
"Well, well…! Very well. Since you insist."
Dang Dupae rose, seized her legs, and wrenched her thighs wide apart.
Aaaah… How shameful. That man is spreading my legs and staring straight at my cunt…
But worse humiliation was still to come. Now Dang Dupae's manhood would drive into her yin gate.
— Slide—
She felt the head of his shaft press against her folds. Aligning his engorged cock with her entrance, Dang Dupae grinned.
"Quite a different feel from fingers. So wet and soft."
"Just put it in and finish, I said."
Jong Yak-hui felt Dang Dupae's cock resting against her slit with crystalline clarity—nestled lightly between her parted folds.
Aaaah… So it's come to this. There's no other way. Even if I surrender my body, I must never surrender my mind.
Feeling his shaft against her, she vowed that her spirit, at least, would never yield to either of them.
— Rub, rub— slick, slick— grind, grind— nudge, nudge—
"Hnnn… hnnn…!"
Dang Dupae dragged his cock back and forth along her slit. Each stroke coaxed a soft bloom of pleasure from her folds. Jong Yak-hui bit her lip hard enough to hurt, fighting it down.
"Well then—I accept this meal. The Second Matriarch's cunt!"
— Thrust— schlick—
"Hyaat!"
Jong Yak-hui felt a massive, burning brand drive deep into her passage and let out a short, sharp cry.
It's over! His manhood has driven all the way to my womb…
Buried to the root inside the sex of Jong Yak-hui—one of the famed Chengdu Three Beauties, a woman whose loveliness was legendary throughout the city—was the cock of Dang Dupae, Head of the Dang Family's Medicine and Poison Hall.
Jong Yak-hui, wife of the Second Master Dang Duyeong, had been half-forced into violation by Dang Dupae. Her body was defiled.