Ten Implements of the Imperial Slave Master

The guards, seeing a crowd gathering at the city gate, almost blocking the entrance, urged the cavalrymen to hurry the woman inside and clear the passage. As the procession entered the city, the guards got a clearer view of the details. A dense network of ropes contoured the woman's slender figure, with particular attention paid to her taut, smooth abdomen. As the cords weaved, a diamond-shaped noose was formed, pressing deeply into her crotch, firmly wedged into the tight cleft of her valley. With every step she took, the rough friction sent an electric current from her tailbone straight to her mind, eliciting involuntary moans. Her delicate arms were not spared either. They were forcibly twisted behind her back, her snow-white hands clasped in a gesture of pious reverence at her upper back, bound tightly by thin ropes and held erect behind her neck. Her beautiful face was adorned with two wooden chopsticks, each tied with a string at both ends and secured at the back of her head. The woman's delicate tongue was pulled out to its maximum extent from her warm mouth, clamped by the chopsticks at its soft root, rendering it impossible to retract. As time passed, the woman uncontrollably drooled, dripping onto the ground. "Move! Hurry up, you slut!" the cavalrymen shouted at her in guttural, incomprehensible words, their tone conveying their vulgarity. "Ugh! Ugh!!" A dirty, rough leather collar encircled the woman's swan-like neck, with a sturdy rope attached to it, the other end tied to the cavalryman's horse. Her pretty face flushed continuously, and she let out muffled,娇声 (jiao sheng - delicate cries), but only more saliva trickled down her tongue. The guard, curious, pulled over a cavalryman and asked, "How did you capture this woman? She seems so frail, why such a brutal binding?" The cavalryman, recalling the events, had a complex expression on his face. "I don't know. Ethan led us on a reconnaissance mission outside the Dragon's Spine Mountains. Later, the Holy Legion suffered a defeat, and we were the closest cavalry unit to the capital, so we rushed back to report." "Wait, the Holy Legion lost?" "Yes, the Holy Legion, renowned as invincible, was shattered in the Dragon's Spine Mountains. They never even saw a shadow of Pransenton before encountering the ferocious King Ning of Zhou," the cavalryman said. "As for the legion's current state, only Ethan knows." The guard was stunned. He said urgently, "If the Holy Legion lost, we probably can't stop the鎮西軍 (Zhenxi Army) of Zhou, can we?" "Hmph, even if the Zhenxi Army of Zhou defeated the Holy Legion, it was a pyrrhic victory. They won't have the strength to attack Solaris. By the time that woman in the Zhou military reacts, the Empire will be ready. Don't worry, it's good to curb the arrogance of those legionnaires anyway." The cavalryman, repeating Ethan's words, hummed a cheerful tune. "Oh, so what's the deal with this Eastern woman?" the guard pressed. "We encountered her on our way back. This woman knows some kind of martial arts and easily defeated several of us. It wasn't until Ethan displayed his divine power that we captured her." "Ethan displayed divine power? Has he been recognized by the ancient gods?" "I don't know about that. Strange, I felt like that woman was acting when Ethan defeated her, as if she was overdoing it..." The cavalryman suspiciously turned his head to look at the white-clad woman, only to see her give him a cryptic smile. What's going on? As soon as this thought crossed the cavalryman's mind, he saw in the distant twilight a sharp, ethereal sword light flying from the horizon, so sharp it seemed to cleave the very space in two. Even the setting sun and the rising moon trembled under this sword intent, on the verge of being shredded. With a thunderous roar, the majestic city gate of Solaris turned into ruins, and countless soldiers were buried beneath it. The cavalrymen and guards watched this shocking scene, their hearts filled with inexpressible fear. "How... how is this possible? Is this... is this the power of the Eastern ancient gods? Have They... personally intervened?" the cavalryman's voice trembled, his former confidence gone. An incense stick's time later. The Mei Pavilion courtesan's delicate hands were tied behind her back with tight ropes. Her ten jade fingers were bound together, encased in several layers of tightly wrapped black silk stockings. A dozen restraining straps cinched from her forearms to her wrists. Her snow-white, full breasts were also bound at their roots, and intricate rope patterns crisscrossed her alluring belly, converging at her navel, forming a perfect rope path. Mu Yang, in the Shadow Hall's dungeon, certainly had no time to study Shibari techniques. The highly aesthetic rope art on Chan Yun, the courtesan, was largely due to her own guidance. A pair of slender, beautiful legs, clad in purple silk stockings with intricate patterns, were tightly bound in a cross-legged position. Chan Yun felt the tightness all over her body, a thrill coursing through her. She smiled and said, "Does my lord still remember his poem? "Of course, I remember. 'Ropes and chains, a taste of passion; gagged and probed, to feel the warmth and coolness!'" Mu Yang knew what Chan Yun desired. He immediately grabbed an object with a long rod, resembling a gag, hanging on the wall. After contemplating its use, he inserted one end of the rod into her mouth, forcefully pushing the tip into her throat, causing Chan Yun to gag slightly. Tightening the straps on both sides of the gag behind Chan Yun's head, Mu Yang felt the exquisite creature in his arms, now unable to move but already restless. He whispered, "Gagging is done. It's time to explore the orifices. Miss Chan Yun, do not blame this young master for his roughness!" The Martial Hall Master flipped the Mei Pavilion courtesan over, her beautiful back facing upwards, her exquisite buttocks raised. He then thrust his large, hard cock into Miss Chan Yun's narrow, tight flower-like vaginal passage! "Ah...!!!" The whip cracked against Chan Yun's smooth, jade-like skin, leaving a deep red mark on her snow-white flesh. She tried to struggle, but the ropes bound her so tightly she couldn't move an inch. *Crack!* "Owwwn!!... Ahhh..." Another whip lashed out, the pain making Chan Yun tremble all over. She thrashed desperately, but this one landed directly on her tender breast, the agony almost making her faint. "When my lady was playing with Hall Master Mu, it was consensual, and you cried out so ecstatically. Why are you wailing like this with me? Is the courtesan too weak, unable to take just a couple of lashes?" The man threw down the whip and rummaged along the wall, retrieving a string of beads. Each bead was about half a fist in size, covered in intricate patterns, like oversized walnuts. "This must be the item the higher-ups wanted me to find. Strange, the patterns are quite beautiful, but... what's its purpose?" The man held one up, judging its size. "With this dimension, it seems it can only go in there." "You... what do you want to do?" Chan Yun watched the man's curious yet malicious gaze, her panic intensifying. Her bound legs squirmed, desperately trying to push backward. "Don't be scared, I'm just testing if the item is correct," the man said, slowly approaching Chan Yun from behind. He positioned the first bead at the entrance of her anus and then began to slowly push it inside. "Hmm? Hall Master Mu was that vigorous? Shooting so much into your ass and you could still run around like nothing happened? This will just serve as lubrication for your ass." "Oooohhh... It hurts...!" Chan Yun immediately screamed, her entire body shaking and struggling, trying to evade the beads' torment on her anus. However, her body was firmly bound, and the man forcefully shoved the large bead completely into her rear. "How is it? Feeling good?" The man sneered, grabbing a lock of Chan Yun's long hair and yanking her face up to meet his. "Ahnn... Oh..." Chan Yun, her face pale from the ordeal, lay there speechless for a long moment. "Does it hurt a lot? No other feelings? Want to try again?" The man looked at Chan Yun, who was covered in sweat and panting heavily, still somewhat perplexed. He picked up the next bead and began to push it into Chan Yun's tender, pink anus, which was still slightly open and not fully contracted. "Yaaahhh... Stop... Ahhh..." Chan Yun thrashed violently, like a madwoman. Her abdomen, already filled with semen, was stretched to its limit, leaving no room for these two large beads. Yet, the man held her bound left breast with one hand, steadying her to prevent her from moving wildly, while with the other, he viciously forced the second bead in after the first. "Oooohhh... Get... get it out... I'm... I'm gonna burst... burst... Ahhh..." This time, Chan Yun convulsed with pain, her teeth clenched tightly. Sweat dripped from her delicate nose like broken pearls. Her anus, with its pink, tender flesh, couldn't fully contract, opening and closing with Chan Yun's heavy breaths. Her abdomen, already slightly distended from the semen, now bulged as if she were about to give birth. "Ohnn... Quick... quick, take... take it out... What... what do you want... I'll give you anything..." Chan Yun had never experienced such agony. She sat on the ground, her snow-white belly protruding, groaning incessantly. "I've already gotten what I wanted, but..." The man mused for a moment, then flipped Chan Yun over. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, pulling them apart forcefully, widening the tender pink flesh of her anus. Then, he shoved two more beads into her cute little hole. "Ahhh..." Chan Yun had truly reached her limit. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed onto the ground, convulsing and losing consciousness. "How strange. These beads look like sex toys for lovers. They have no spiritual function. They should be easy to replicate. Why did the higher-ups insist I steal it?" The man pondered, utterly baffled. Seeing two beads still hanging outside Chan Yun's rear, he was about to push them all into the courtesan's backside when suddenly, his vision went black, and he passed out. Mu Yang stood behind the screen, panting heavily. "There really was a scoundrel. Luckily, I heard your cries and came back. Hey, hey, stop pretending..." Mu Yang dragged the man's body aside and helped Chan Yun up, slapping her face twice. The courtesan slowly opened her eyes. Upon seeing Mu Yang's face, she almost burst into tears. She tried to move her body, but the beads in her anus scraped against her intestinal walls, causing Chan Yun to weep. Mu Yang untied the ropes binding Chan Yun and gently stroked her beautiful back, murmuring, "It's alright, it's alright. It's my fault for letting you suffer like this." Chan Yun looked at him, her lower lip trembling. "Young Master, can you help me take that thing out?" "What?" Mu Yang blinked in surprise, then looked at the lady's beautiful buttocks. "Those two female thieves are actually master and disciple. We got them out of prison and are selling them here as commodities. They're quite popular, and some wealthy patrons have already taken an interest in them," Ghost Lord pointed to another area of the fishing village market. Two naked beauties were surrounded by a crowd. One was a mature woman, the other a young girl. Their nipples had been cruelly pierced with thin gold chains and locked together. The two women were forced to press chest to chest, unable to separate. No matter how the men around them manhandled them, their breasts, pulled and tugged, remained locked together. The key to this cruel device had been destroyed, and it seemed this master and disciple would be locked face-to-face forever, existing only for the pleasure of others. This pair was extremely popular here. After all, the simultaneous pleasure of a master and her disciple could bring immense satisfaction. A crowd had gathered, calculating if they had enough silver to bid for this pair. "Hey, keep moving. Arch your backs, and shake those tits!" "You slut, don't stop either. Look how enthusiastically your master is moving. Are you a block of wood?" "Ahhh, no... don't touch there, ahhh!" The master and disciple stood together. The master was held from behind by a man, one hand gripping her breasts, which were locked to her disciple's, while the other hand lifted one of her beautiful legs high. His fingers delved into her honeyed depths, digging relentlessly. She couldn't resist the maddening itch of her sensitive private parts being probed. Her entire body writhed, but because her breasts were locked to her disciple's, every movement dragged her disciple along, pulling her breasts too. "Mas... Master, ahhh... no, it hurts so much when you pull, ahhh." "I'm sorry, Master, I really... ahhh, don't dig there, ahhh." The master and disciple were being violated simultaneously. When one was pleasured, the other reacted. This master-disciple dynamic greatly aroused the guests. "This is truly exhilarating. With their breasts locked together, won't they have to eat, sleep, and even get fucked together forever?" The guests roared with laughter, taking turns spanking the master and disciple's buttocks. To dodge the blows, the women could only helplessly sway their bodies, which in turn pulled at their locked breasts, eliciting two more screams. This cruel game delighted the surrounding guests, who gathered around, finding new ways to torment the pair. Mu Yang frowned as he watched the scene. "Are there any disciples from the Misty Sect here?" Ghost Lord replied, "There are, but they are all minor outer disciples. The Misty Sect is the foremost sect in the world, powerful and with strict rules. Few disciples venture out." "I see," Mu Yang nodded. "You don't need to waste your time with me. I'll look around by myself." "Very well, young master. Browse at your leisure. If you need anything, just find me. My name, or the name of the courtesan Chan Yun, will open any door," Ghost Lord, knowing Mu Yang wanted him gone, readily agreed and departed. "What kind of female slave are you looking for, young master? How about one from the Artifact Sect?" A merchant, seeing Ghost Lord leave, immediately approached. Beside him, a female warrior was bound to a wooden horse. The sharp horn of the horse was deeply lodged in her nether regions. Her hands were tied behind her back, and her mouth was gagged. She could only watch helplessly as a man lewdly caressed her buttocks, then flicked them. He then pressed down on her rear and began to rub it back and forth on the horse's horn. The intense stimulation caused the female warrior's eyes to widen, and she let out continuous cries of anguish. Beside the wooden horse were shackles, candles, and a whip, a complete set of instruments. "Disciples of the Artifact Sect are skilled in various mechanisms and devices, yet she herself is bound to a wooden horse to be toyed with. See, the mechanisms and props are all prepared below." "Sorry, not interested," Mu Yang began to refuse, but then a thought struck him. He could actually choose a slave's background. He immediately asked the merchant, "Do you have any female slaves who were constables?" The merchant thought for a moment. "Yes, but very few. This kind of supply is mostly controlled by the Yinle Gang. We small, scattered vendors wouldn't have them. If you want one, you'll have to attend an auction." "Just tell me where it is." "Uh, go over there and see. Perhaps you'll find something," the merchant scratched his head and pointed Mu Yang in a direction. In the distant desert, the ruler of Guizi led a woman onto the sacrificial altar. The woman was clad in a leather mesh restraint, resembling a black net extending from a collar, tightly encasing her soft, yielding body, her flawless skin squeezed into diamond-shaped erogenous zones. Her full, rounded breasts were also bound at the root by leather, with a gleaming chain hanging from each taut nipple, connected by a fine chain that passed through her navel ring and was locked onto a chastity ring. "Anya, you are truly beautiful," the ruler knelt, caressing her artfully perfect legs, his fingers tracing the sensitive soles of her feet. "Are you pleased with the gift I've prepared for you?" Anya raised her head, looking towards the center of the altar where an exquisite cross stood, clearly intended for restraining sacrifices. She knew she was to be bound to it. She felt a tickle on the soles of her feet and smiled faintly. "Thank you for your kindness, my lord. I am deeply touched." Her hands reflexively moved behind her back, clasped together, just as they had been for a thousand years. The leather cuffs on her wrists automatically extended several fine chains, roughly binding her willow-like arms behind her back and hoisting them securely beneath the collar. Anya was forced to arch her back, her ample breasts thrust high, her entire being radiating carnal desire. "To restore my strength, this is necessary," Anya took a deep breath and said softly to the ruler of Guizi. "I beg you." "Understood," the ruler replied. He took two fine metal wires, tied one end to Anya's handcuffs, and then wrapped the other ends around her shoulders, pulling them taut and securing them to her nipple rings. He then retrieved an anal hook and inserted it into Anya's rear, connecting it to the handcuffs with the same metal wires. "How does it feel?" "Acceptable." Anya twisted her arms, finding that moving upwards pulled on the anal hook, while moving downwards tugged at her nipple rings. The pain from both sensitive areas made her afraid to move. Finally, a black blindfold was placed over Anya's eyes, sealing off her vision. Dressed like a sex slave, exposed to the gaze of the upper-class crowd, her hands bound behind her, her strength suppressed, Anya could only clamp her legs together in a futile attempt to conceal herself. This, however, only stimulated the thick iron hook in her anus, bringing her a swollen and shameful sensation. Just as she had experienced a thousand years ago. The ruler of Guizi tugged at the fine chains on Anya, simultaneously pulling at her nipples, navel, and clitoris, leading her like a pet dog, her most sensitive points being tugged, forcing her to take small, difficult steps with her tender feet towards the cross in the center of the altar. Her tender clitoris, under the constant pull of the chastity ring, gradually became engorged and swollen, trembling in the breeze. Her honeyed cavity had already overflowed, the abundant nectar completely drenching her sensuous legs, leaving a trail of lewd footprints on the stone path. Finally, stumbling like a flesh slave to the base of the cross, several ropes materialized from it, lunging at Anya like venomous snakes. They spread her legs and hoisted her upside down, binding her to the crossbeam, exposing her tender honeyed cavity. Ropes were also attached to her slender waist and delicate neck, firmly securing Anya's body to the upright post, rendering her immobile. The ruler of Guizi withdrew his monstrous cock, thrust his hips forward, and forced it into Anya's cherry lips, pushing it deep into her throat. The moment it entered, Anya's fragrant tongue wrapped around it, her soft tongue tip roving freely, caressing every vein on the surface of the cock. The suction from her mouth brought a tight, squeezing sensation to the entire cock, and her throat walls seemed to writhe with a life of their own, slick and moist. "Anya, my goddess, as you requested, the subjects of this entire kingdom will come here to contribute their essence to you. Please, enjoy." The ruler's cock thrust violently within Anya's warm, moist mouth. With a roar, thick white semen spurted out, surging upwards and filling her entire stomach without reservation, then overflowing her mouth, seeping into her nasal passages, and choking out from her nostrils and the corners of her mouth simultaneously, emitting a foul, fishy odor. In this lewd ritual, Anya was as debased as the lowest sex slave in Guizi's infamous brothel street, clad in a vulgar restraint, bound to a cross for countless eyes to ogle. A single tear fell, quickly absorbed by the black blindfold. Was this what she had wanted? She made one last attempt to break free from her bonds, but the restraints and cuffs still held her body in their familiar grip. Just as she had experienced for a thousand years. "The Biography of the Lust God" is a forbidden book in the Empire, but I was fortunate enough to read it. Please understand that a teenage boy can clearly recall certain special passages from it. How was it written? On the altar of the Kingdom of Suter, Serin was fixed to a special stone pillar, forced to spread her plump, snow-white thighs to welcome the violation of every noble enemy. She was trained into a public toilet who would shake her ass and spew lustful fluids like a heat-crazed mare whenever touched by a man. "Then what was her fate? Since she still holds the title of Lust God today, why has this legacy only remained with the southern natives?" "Compared to that dark Kingdom of Suter, the Empire is enlightened, but not much. The Lust God's spirit of rebellion is worth remembering, but her legacy and abilities were the root of turmoil. According to the records in 'The Biography of the Lust God,' several powerful Easterners came to this land at that time. They helped the dark kingdom defeat the last Lust God who possessed demigod-level strength. To prevent this queen from rebelling again, they placed two restrictions within her body." "Restrictions?" "A term from the East. You can understand it as... a curse?" "Alright, continue." "Two restrictions. One is that she can only gain strength by consuming the essence of men when she is strictly bound. After all, this is her innate ability, which cannot be erased, only limited. The second restriction is that she can only excrete in humiliation under the gaze of others." "I can only say that the Easterners truly have their ways." "Not yet. The Easterners also left behind a few so-called 'lustful implements' before they left. One is a specially made high-heeled shoe that prevents her from standing normally. Wearing it will forever imprison and torment her feet. Another is a collar that is incredibly humiliating yet can never be removed. The third is a lust tattoo on her lower abdomen, which, whenever she intends to harm a man, will instantly grant her the pleasure of orgasm to death. Thus, the Lust God was completely reduced to the eternal slave of the kingdom." "A cruel fate," Hannibal murmured, not noticing that he had already gotten an erection. "Later, Peter the Great and General Frederick swept across the continent and established a new empire. My ancestor—I don't know which ancestor—petrified the Lust God into a statue, preserving her lewd appearance, and spread it all over the world, burying it with the dark kingdom in history." "Just like when the Duke of Bavaria rebelled and petrified Princess Phil?" Hannibal asked. "Exactly." "Then is it possible that this Lust God has now been un-petrified, and with all her restrictions and lustful implements, is still being toyed with by someone?" Hannibal asked. In the distant desert, the King of Kuchihai was leading a woman onto the sacrificial altar. The woman was wearing a leather mesh restraint suit, which looked like a black net extending from a collar, tightly wrapping her soft, lustful body and constricting her flawless, supple skin into diamond-shaped pieces of flesh. Her round, full breasts were also bound at their roots by leather, and a gleaming breast chain hung from her taut nipples, connected by a thin chain that passed through her navel ring and was locked onto her clitoral ring. "Anya, you are so beautiful," the King said, squatting down and caressing her perfect legs, which were like works of art. His fingers traced her sensitive soles. "Are you satisfied with the gift I prepared for you?" Anya looked up at the center of the altar, where an exquisite cross stood, clearly meant for restraining sacrifices. She knew that she was the one to be bound to it. She felt a tickle on the soles of her feet and smiled slightly, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty. I appreciate it." Her hands reflexively moved behind her back and clasped together, just as they had done for a thousand years. The leather cuffs binding her wrists automatically extended several thin chains, roughly binding her willow-like arms behind her back and securely hoisting them below the collar. Anya was forced to arch her back, her ample breasts thrusting upwards, making her entire being appear lustful and disheveled. "To regain my strength, I can only do this," Anya took a deep breath and said softly to the King of Kuchihai, "Please." "Understood," the King of Kuchihai said. He took two thin metal wires, tied one end to Anya's handcuffs, and the other end looped around her shoulders and tied to her two breast rings, pulling them taut. Then, he found an anal hook and inserted it into Anya's rear, connecting it to the handcuffs with the same metal wire. "How does it feel?" "It's fine." Anya twisted her arms and found that moving them upwards would pull the anal hook, while moving them downwards would tug at her breast rings. The pain from both sensitive areas made her afraid to move. Finally, a black blindfold was placed over Anya's eyes, sealing her vision. Dressed like a sex slave, exposed to the gaze of the upper-class crowd, her hands bound behind her, her strength suppressed, Anya could only clamp her legs together in a futile attempt to cover herself. This, however, stimulated the thick iron hook in her anal cavity, bringing her a swollen and shameful sensation. Just as she had experienced a thousand years ago.