Mulan's Bondage Lexicon: The female general is betrayed by her subordinates, captured by the enemy, bound and defiled,

One hand clutching her heaving breasts, the other covering her honeyed cleft, Mulan's expression remained imperious. "Do you dare to rebel?" she bellowed. "How dare you treat your general like this!" "Silence!" the adjutant roared back. "You deceived us for three years! You are no longer our general! Guards, bind her!" "You dare?!" Mulan spat, drawing the short sword from her waist and lunging for the adjutant's heart. To her surprise, he sneered, "Such defiance of military discipline and disruption of morale is punishable by death for your entire clan! You may not fear death, but do you not care for your aged father at home? Surrender now!" With a clang, Mulan dropped her weapon. Filial piety was her greatest virtue, and she had no choice but to endure the humiliation. She brought her hands together before her, turning her beautiful face sharply to the side. "Bind me," she commanded coldly. The adjutant stepped forward. "Two of you, bend her arms behind her back, crossing them below her nape. She's a skilled fighter; we must bind her tightly lest she escape." "Enough talk!" Mulan snapped, refusing to meet his gaze. The adjutant produced a hemp rope, wrapping it twice around Mulan's slender neck. He then threaded the ends over her snowy shoulders, coiling it around her jade arms, loop after loop. Her arms, as smooth and pale as fine silk, were devoid of any excess flesh, beautifully toned without being bulky. Five loops of rope bound them securely, her crossed wrists also tightly fastened. This was the infamous "five-flower bind," and on Mulan's martial body, it possessed a certain exquisite tension. After securing her wrists, the adjutant drew the remaining rope upwards, threading it through the loops around Mulan's neck. He then yanked it taut behind her back, hoisting her crossed wrists up to her shoulder blades. The constriction forced her to arch her yielding breasts and lift her elegant head, her nipples hardening defiantly. The pull made Mulan gasp for air. "Do you intend to strangle me?!" she raged. The adjutant grinned lewdly. "Heh heh, your inner strength is profound. How else can we properly restrain you?" The standard five-flower bind did not typically involve the neck. This was the adjutant's modified version, designed specifically for martial artists, ensuring they would struggle to breathe, let alone channel their qi or unleash their power. He then split the remaining rope into two strands, looping them around Mulan's jade arms and binding her high, proud breasts. Each breast was encircled twice, making her already ample bosom appear even fuller and more alluring. Finally, he ran the rope down between her legs, tying a knot that dug into her plump, honeyed lips, forming a lewd crotch rope. "Mmm... so tight..." Mulan tested her bonds, her wrists hoisted high behind her. A slight twist of her jade arms sent tremors through her neck, breasts, and cleft. The knot, with its tiny barbs, precisely abraded her exquisitely tender pearl, causing a painful itch that left her breathless. The adjutant gazed at her slightly erect nipples, like cherries dotted on a white steamed bun. The sight alone sent a wave of sweetness through his mouth. He reached out with his rough, large hand. Suddenly, Mulan twisted her body, kicking out with a foot that struck him squarely in the chest, sending him flying ten feet before his back slammed into a tree. This was the "Spinning Kick," a devastating move from the Hua family's thirty-six leg techniques. Had she not been bound, unable to exert her full strength, the adjutant might have broken several ribs. Mulan remained balanced on one leg, lifting the other. Her honeyed cleft parted in the air as she looked down at the fallen adjutant. "Lecherous dog! Do not touch this general's body!" However, she had been careless. The exertion of the kick had forced her legs wide apart, her peach petals blooming like a flower, pushing the crotch rope deeper into her cleft, tightening its grip. The small barbs on the hemp rope scraped painfully within her tender orifice. She had to lower her leg, clamping her thighs together to alleviate the burning itch. With her legs squeezed shut, her plump, rounded honeyed lips completely engulfed the two-finger-thick rope, the strands disappearing into her secret seam. The adjutant scrambled to his feet, spitting a mouthful of blood. "Audacious wench! How dare you defy military orders! Bind her feet at once!" Seeing his disheveled state, Mulan snorted contemptuously. "Even with your hands and feet unbound, I could still deal with you!"

A drumbeat sounded, and soldiers clearing the path dispersed the crowd. Then, two burly soldiers carried a horizontal wooden pole, drawing everyone's attention. Draped over the pole was a mass of pale, fleshy flesh. Her hands and feet were bound behind her, her delicate body stripped bare and hung upside down like a slaughtered animal. The rope bit into her alabaster skin, and her perfectly round, full breasts swayed with the carriers' steps. Her face, as fair as the moon, was flushed, her beauty tinged with a hint of fierceness. It was Mulan, none other. She bit down on the gag, saliva pooling in her mouth, but her wide, furious eyes blazed with murderous intent. This defiant look, however, wouldn't last. A rope from the pole was tied to her crotch, and with every jolt, it relentlessly chafed her tender pearl, causing her phoenix eyes to roll back, revealing fleeting moments of seductive daze. The Rouran soldiers removed her blindfold and earplugs, forcing her to confront the humiliation of her situation. They leered, commenting on her expressive face. Cries of "bitch" and "whore" echoed in Mulan's ears, filling her with shame and rage. Her body trembled with anger, even her bound toes tensing. She tried to lower her head, to escape their lecherous gazes, but her hair was tied in a ponytail and secured to the pole, forcing her head up, her face a mask of helpless shame. During her transport, she had tried to break free, but her bindings were flawless, the knots hidden where her fingers couldn't reach. Regret washed over her for not practicing her escape techniques, for her ignorance of bondage. The rope around her groin was particularly cruel. Just as she regained a sliver of strength, it would torment her, driving her to the brink of ecstasy and despair, her body slick with arousal, her energy draining away. She attempted to gather her inner strength to break free, but instead, her breath grew ragged, her vision blurred, and she was utterly powerless. Thus, Mulan, bound to the pole like a captured lamb, was carried by Rouran soldiers into the commander's tent. Her already luminous skin, slick with the sweat of tension from being ogled all the way, seemed even more translucent. A drop of sweat traced a path down her breast, clinging to her slightly erect, rosy nipple, like a dew-kissed peach, making one's mouth water from afar, desiring to savor it. The commander rose and paced before her. He pinched her ruby-like nipple between his fingers, eliciting a muffled groan. Then, he collected a drop of sweat from her breast and tasted it, exclaiming, "Exquisite... exquisite!" As Mulan's senses swam, she lifted her head and glanced at the commander... It was him?! The commander was tall and handsome, his features refined, unlike the rough Rouran men. This face was unmistakably the man Mulan had rescued from the river that night! Now, clad in a brocade robe embroidered with clouds and golden boots, he bore the air of royalty. He removed the gag from Mulan's mouth, along with strands of glistening saliva. He then licked the gag, now coated with her sweetness, and said, "As expected of a beauty from the South, even her saliva is so fragrant and delicious. I am most impressed..." Mulan's heart skipped a beat. This man, appearing only slightly older than herself, claiming to be a king – could he be Yuchen, the son of the Rouran Khan? While she pondered, he reached into her mouth, his fingertip teasing and caressing her delicate tongue. How could she endure such insolence? Anger flared in her eyes, and she gritted her teeth, a sharp *crack*. But his fingers were swift. He withdrew his saliva-slicked finger, tasted it, and a satisfied expression spread across his face. "General, don't be so angry. Since you're here with us, why not enjoy yourself?" Mulan spat, "Bah! If I had known you were like this, I wouldn't have saved you that day!" "Hahahaha!" he laughed. "You think you saved me? That was merely my ploy! I disguised myself as a Han wounded soldier, intending to infiltrate your ranks. I never expected such a bonus. Who would have thought that you, the Great General who commands the desert, would be such a fair and beautiful woman...!" As he spoke, he circled Mulan's suspended, spread-eagled form, his hands caressing every inch of her body. Her fragrant shoulders, moist armpits, slender waist, snow-white thighs, and lotus feet were all touched by his hand.

Suddenly, the man behind her cried out, withdrawing his fleshly shaft from her honeyed orifice, a few strands of viscous fluid clinging to it. He leaped back several steps. His chest was a mess of claw marks, bleeding profusely. He collapsed to the ground, his features contorted in unbearable pain. The others then looked at Mulan and saw that her fingers, bound behind her back, were clutching a piece of flesh torn from the man's chest! "Hmph! You dare to defile me, this is your fate!" Mulan straightened up, her voice sharp and commanding. Though semen continued to drip from her honeyed orifice, her demeanor was still sharp and icy. The two men beside her involuntarily took a step back, afraid to approach. Even the old witch doctor sighed, "Little girl, you are truly formidable!" Mulan raised her head and declared, "If I weren't bound, even if all of you attacked me at once, you wouldn't be my match!" "Hahaha!" the old witch doctor laughed, "I'd like to see how long you can remain so proud!" With that, he stepped forward himself, taking two small leather pouches from his pocket. Each was the size of a fist and fit perfectly over Mulan's hands. The taut leather restraints forced her to clench her fists, rendering her finger techniques useless. Mulan flexed her fingers, finding no room to maneuver within the gloves. She angrily said, "Old man, you only resort to such tricks. What do you want now?!" The witch doctor brought a bronze cup to her lips, saying, "I see you're thirsty. Please drink!" Looking at the purplish-red liquid in the cup, Mulan inwardly knew it was bad. It was undoubtedly some kind of poisoned wine or aphrodisiac. She concentrated her energy, sealed her orifices, and tightly shut her lips, turning her head away, refusing to speak. "Hmph, you refuse the toast and prefer the penalty!" the old witch doctor cursed when she refused to drink the potion. "I've long been annoyed by your arrogant attitude. Lower your head for me! I have my ways of making you drink it obediently!" He set down the bronze cup and took out several ropes. With swift movements, he changed her kneeling posture to a cross-legged seated one, binding her ankles together. A loop from the rope binding her ankles was extended to a noose around her slender, delicate neck, forcing her to bend over, her face almost touching her own lotus feet. Mulan didn't know what method he used, but her waist suddenly felt weak, and she was bound into a cross-legged, hunched position. Bowing her head, she could no longer straighten up. Beyond her line of sight, the old witch doctor took a leather water bag and poured the purplish medicinal wine from the bronze cup into it. He then sealed the bag's opening with a conical stopper, leaving a small hole at the tip of the cap through which the liquid could be squeezed out. This purplish medicinal wine was called "Five Poisons Dissolving Elixir." Just a small sip would make even the most formidable master's bones turn to jelly and their power vanish. The old witch doctor walked behind Mulan and called for his subordinates. One on each side, they spread apart her firm, rounded buttocks, revealing her maiden's secret orifice. She had only a small patch of downy hair in front of her pubic mound. Her honeyed orifice and anal bud were both smooth and tender, completely hairless. Her labia were naturally pink and translucent, and her anal bud was even free of any dark creases, appearing white and flawless. The men behind her stared intently, afraid to miss this rare and exquisite sight. She felt the burning gazes from behind, her most private parts exposed and scrutinized. Her pretty face flushed, but she feigned composure. "You cowards, have you seen enough! If you have the guts, release this general, and we'll settle this on the battlefield... Gulp—!!" Suddenly, she felt a cool sensation at her rear. Something conical seemed to be pressing against her tender anal cavity. However, bound in a hunched, cross-legged position, she couldn't even turn her head to see. She tried to circulate her internal energy. Though her limbs were bound, her anal gate remained tightly guarded. Unexpectedly, the witch doctor traced her Du meridian, his fingertips pressing down as if fanning a flame, causing her internal energy to surge chaotically within her body. This ignited a burning desire within her, and her anal gate lost its strength. In an instant, something entered her anal cavity. It turned out the old witch doctor had used the bag of Five Poisons Dissolving Elixir as an enema, inserting the tip into her anal cavity and squeezing. The cool, chilling poison flowed along her intestines, into her internal organs. "Ahhh... You! Stop it!" As more and more poison was infused, Mulan's lower abdomen gradually distended, as if she were pregnant. She also began to feel her once profound internal energy weakening, her meridians seeming to melt. Her entire body felt soft and powerless. For some reason, she felt like an ordinary, weak woman. Even if her restraints were removed now, she probably wouldn't have the strength to resist.

Changsun Song gazed at the exquisite lotus feet before him, as fine as white glazed porcelain. A luxurious fragrance, unique to court beauties, filled his nostrils. His hands instinctively cupped them, his fingers caressing the tender soles. The skin of her smooth, delicate feet felt as soft and supple as if she had never walked a day in her life. He couldn't help but extend his tongue, licking the princess's delicate, translucent jade feet, tasting the sweet, fragrant scent of youth, not even sparing the spaces between her toes… As he licked, he looked up. The princess covered her smiling face with her slender hand, her cheeks flushed. Two alluring points stood out against the thin silk of her chemise. Her long, shapely legs were slightly parted, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the hidden place between them. In the dim candlelight, her alluring, youthful cleft seemed to reflect a crystalline shimmer. Could it be… the princess wasn't wearing any undergarments? His lower body shamefully hardened. Just as he was about to look closer, the princess kicked him away. "Enough! How disgusting!" The princess closed her legs again, crossed them, and commanded, "You may leave. Remember to obey my orders from now on!" … The next day, the princess ordered the granaries opened, distributing gold, silver, and grain. The city's populace hailed her as a benevolent savior. Everyone in the city, except for General Changsun, rejoiced as if it were a festival. Several days passed like this, and Princess Yuan Ying seemed to have become the ruler of Cloud City. Changsun Song, however, harbored resentment and lived in constant fear, worried she might report him to the Emperor. He was helpless. Good times were not to last. One day, the neighing of warhorses echoed from outside the city. The Rouran army had arrived, setting up camp a mere three li from the city walls, poised to attack at any moment. Seeing this, the princess first dispatched Juan'er, skilled in covert operations, to scout the enemy camp. Afterward, she consulted with Changsun Song on how to resist the invaders. After half a day, the princess pondered why Juan'er had not yet returned. Suddenly, she saw the enemy erect a wooden platform outside the city gate. On it stood a wooden pillory, and within it was bound a naked woman – it was Juan'er! Juan'er's black, form-fitting attire had been stripped away, leaving only two torn, over-the-knee black stockings. Her pale, delicate body was shamelessly displayed before the barbarian army. Her neck and wrists were shackled side-by-side within the pillory, at waist height. Her feet were spread apart and locked to the platform floor, forcing her legs straight, bending her forward, and exposing her well-trained, ample buttocks. Her untrimmed, sexy pubic hair, her butterfly-shaped, tender labia, her small, distinctively creased anus – all her shameful parts were displayed without reservation for the barbarian men to ogle. Her breasts, though not as full as the princess's, were ample enough to be held in one hand. Two nipples stood proudly erect, with thin ropes tied to their bases, suspending wooden plaques inscribed with "SEX" and "SLAVE." These pulled her pale, tender flesh into a conical shape. A slightly spirited, pretty face bore a mouth gag between her teeth, robbing her of speech. She could only open her small mouth, saliva constantly dripping down. A wooden clip dangled from the tip of her tender, slender tongue, holding a small bell. Every moan she uttered was accompanied by a crisp bell sound, a seductive and alluring sound. Behind her stood a tall, handsome man in brocade robes, clearly an enemy general. He shouted, "Those on the city walls, open the gates and surrender quickly, or you will suffer the same fate as this woman!" This man was Yuchen, the son of the Rouran Khan. He was cunning and had defeated Han armies multiple times. Legend had it that only the formidable General Hua Mulan could match him. After speaking, Yuchen unbuckled his belt, thrust his fleshy member into Juan'er's honeyed orifice, and began to thrust, drawing out a few strands of lustful fluid. Juan'er cried out in pain as her lower body was violated by the thick barbarian member. But before long, her mouth was also plugged by another rod. Several Mongolian soldiers surrounded her, taking turns to defile her. Below the platform, a line of dark-skinned, burly men waited their turn. The sight tore the princess's heart to shreds as she watched from the city walls. Juan'er was her confidante and a childhood friend, whom she could not abandon. But how could she not know this was the enemy's provocation? To rashly charge out and engage the enemy would surely lead to a dire outcome.

Yucheng shook his head and said, "You're too hasty... Since she's a virgin, we must play with her slowly~ I have a plan to make her offer her pussy willingly!" The princess, hearing his words, was both ashamed and angry, saying, "Impossible...! I'm not that kind of woman!" "Then let's make a bet~ Let's see how long you can last!" With that, Yucheng ordered his subordinates to fetch the aphrodisiac specially made by the Rouran witch doctor – the Nine Desires Spring Blossom Dew. This aphrodisiac was a mixture of nine extremely potent aphrodisiacs, and just a few drops could turn a chaste maiden into a slut. Yucheng evenly smeared the Nine Desires Spring Blossom Dew on Princess Yuan Ying's breasts, labia, and clitoris. His fingers even probed into her flower path, not missing any crease on her flesh walls. The slippery aphrodisiac penetrated through the holes in her hymen, invading her flower heart, and even her honey nest was not spared from the aphrodisiac's contamination. Finally, Yucheng also spread open the princess's chrysanthemum bud, poured the remaining aphrodisiac into her intestines, and then sealed her anus with a water-drop-shaped wooden plug, allowing the aphrodisiac to slowly digest within her body. The princess felt as if her nipples and honey hole were being crawled over by ten thousand ants, burning and itching fiercely. After enduring for only a moment, she had to use her hands to scratch. Unexpectedly, Yucheng ordered ropes to be brought, binding her hands behind her back and also folding and tying her legs, with a long stick propping open her knees. This way, she could not only not scratch to relieve the itch but also could not clamp her legs shut. What was even more unbearable was that they had also tied a rope to her honey hole, with the knot positioned right in front of her labia, constantly stimulating her tender, lustful honey clitoris, whose sensitivity had been forcibly increased several times by the aphrodisiac. The princess was thus confined in a prison cart. Three ropes extended from the roof of the cart, binding her chest, her thighs, and the stick between her knees, suspending her horizontally in mid-air. Along the way, as the cart bumped and swayed, the rope around her thighs would rub against her tender honey hole, sending waves of pleasure, yet always falling just short of climax. She felt an increasing emptiness within her little hole, as if something had been drawn out, and the itching became more unbearable, making her crave something thick and strong to fill the sea of her heart. The aphrodisiac brought her a wondrous pleasure she had never experienced before. At first, she could still hold back from moaning, but later, she could no longer resist. Her moans gradually turned into yelps, her pitch rising higher and higher, and her cries becoming more frequent, to the point that even the cart driver grew tired of the noise. He brought a ball-shaped gag and stuffed it into her little mouth, finally bringing some quiet. In this manner, Princess Yuan Ying was tormented by pleasure and escorted all the way to the territory of the Rouran tribe... After half a day of marching, as dusk deepened, Yucheng's yurt was brightly lit. He had ordered his servants and guards to withdraw, leaving the princess alone with him to enjoy the beautiful night. A leather collar was fastened around the princess's delicate neck, chained to a post by the bedside. Her arms were still bound behind her, but the ropes on her legs had been removed, leaving only deep red rope marks. Her body, transformed by the aphrodisiac, had become several times more sensitive than that of an ordinary woman. Although her heart still clung to chastity, her body began to stir uncontrollably. She clamped her thighs together, like a bitch in heat, curling up at the base of the post and rubbing her honey hole. If her hands were not bound, she would have likely already used her fingers to pierce her hymen and pleasure herself within her flower path. Seeing her alluring and captivating appearance, Yucheng reached out and began to caress her skin, as white and smooth as sheep's fat jade. Despite being consumed by lust, the princess still feigned defiance, saying, "Don't, don't touch me~" However, her body was honest and did not flinch away. "Oh? Then I won't touch you tonight~" Prince Yucheng said playfully. Seeing his hands leave her body, the princess, before she could even think, said, "Mmm~ Wait..." "What?" "Hmph, touch me however you want, I'm not afraid..." The princess's cute oval face was already flushed red. "Haha, so un-frank. If you want me to touch you, then beg me..." "Mmm..." "If you don't say it, I'll leave." "Wait! Don't go...! I... I beg, I beg you..." The princess lowered her head, too shy to meet his gaze.