Chapter 78 of 90
Golden Chains
The lord walked on until they reached a market.
It was a big market, crowded with people. And there were girls in it like them. Naked girls, on leashes, being led around by barbarian men. Some of them were carrying baskets. Some were just following. It seemed to be the most ordinary thing in the world here. A man went to market with his human girl the way a man in Nalan City went to market with his dog.
Nalan Meng saw them, and felt anger come up in her like fire. She wanted to kill him. She wanted to kill every man in this market for this.
She did not dare. She kept crawling.
People were staring at their asses as they went.
At the end of the market, he went into a gambling house.
It was smoky and loud and full of people. Men playing dice, playing bones, drinking. He sat down at a table where some strong-looking men were already sitting. They were important men. Chieftains. Men who led their own clans under him.
"Let's play, friends," said Luo Jin.
They all looked at the two new girls behind him, kneeling on the floor, and their mouths fell open.
"Brother," said one of them. "Where did you get those girls?" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. A naked slave girl was standing behind his chair. She was beautiful. But she was nothing next to these two. "Will you trade? I'll give you mine."
The slave girl behind him looked at Nalan Meng's body, and her face went sour with anger.
Every man at the table burst out laughing.
They played for a while. Then the lord went home.
His house was a great timber hall at the top of the village. As soon as he was inside, he dragged them both up onto his bed and started tearing off his own clothes.
He was drunk. He was horny from looking at them all day. He threw himself onto the bed on top of them, and crushed both beauties under his heavy body at once.
Then he pushed himself up, and looked at them.
Nalan Meng and Yun Xianchen lay naked on the lord's bed with red faces. Their hands were still cuffed, and the chain between the cuffs had been pulled up over their heads and hooked to the bedpost. Their whole bodies were laid out under him, defenseless.
He put his hands on their breasts. Both hands, one on each. He began to massage them.
Then he bent and kissed Nalan Meng.
He chose her first. Her breasts were bigger.
She could smell his mouth before it touched her. The strong sour stink of barbarian liquor. Then his lips were on hers, and his tongue was in her mouth, rough and thick and searching, shoving at her tongue, filling her mouth.
She was furious. Kill him, her mind said, very clearly. Bite his tongue off. Kill him.
But between her legs, she was wet. Whether she was angry or not. Whether she wanted it or not.
Then he turned and kissed Yun Xianchen the same way.
It was the first time for her. The first time a stranger had kissed her. In the bar she had been touched everywhere—her breasts, her ass, even her asshole and her pussy had been rubbed by VIP men at the tables. But no one had kissed her. Only one man in her life had ever touched her lips with his. By accident. On his bed. In the moonlight.
And now this. A barbarian. His tongue in her mouth, tasting of liquor.
To think, she thought, it would be him. She was not happy thinking that. Not at all.
He sat up. He took them by their chains and lifted them. His cock was rock hard. But he did not have much strength left after all that drinking.
He lay back on the bed. "Suck it," he said, and pulled their mouths down onto his cock.
They both bent over him.
A huge cock was standing in front of their faces.
They had both seen cocks. Different men's cocks. Many of them, by now. But this was in a completely different league.
It was enormous. Thick as a club. Long as a forearm. Dark and veined and swollen, the head as big as a plum, already wet at the tip.
They both began to lick it.
He watched them. He could feel their breath on his cock. They were each sucking half of it, from either side. Their soft lips sliding along the shaft, making it wetter. Nalan Meng took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Yun Xianchen licked the rest of it, down the side, along the thick vein underneath. Their tongues wrapped around it from both sides.
Strings of spit and pre-cum stretched between them. From Nalan Meng's mouth to the cock, and from the cock to Yun Xianchen's mouth, glistening in the firelight. Sometimes their tongues touched each other, wet and soft, by accident. Then they slid away again and went back to his cock.
It was too erotic. Two goddess-like beauties sucking a single cock.
He did not last long. Their soft tongues were too much. He came almost at once.
It went all over them. Over both their faces. Hot and thick. And then he was asleep, sprawled across the bed, snoring, as if they were not there at all.
They lay beside him and looked at him.
They both thought the same thing. Kill him.
But if they killed him, the barbarians would only choose a new lord. And find out why. And the whole plan would fall apart. Fourteen people would die.
They let the thought go. They lay down on the bed, rubbing their faces against the sheets to wipe them clean, and slept.
When morning came, they woke.
They could not move. Their chains were still hooked to the bedpost—and wrapped around the barbarian's thick wrist where he had grabbed them in his sleep. They waited for him to wake.
When he woke, he smiled at them. He took up their chains and walked them to the lord's great bath.
It was a stone room with a deep pool of hot water steaming in the middle. He climbed into it.
"Wash me," he said.
They took up soap and began to rub it on his body with their hands.
He stopped them.
"Use those filthy tits of yours," he said.
They stared at him in shock. For a few seconds neither of them moved.
Then they did it.
They soaped their breasts. Rubbed the slick lather all over them, until they gleamed. And then pressed them against him. Nalan Meng in front, against his chest. Yun Xianchen behind, against his back. And they began to rub, up and down, round and round, their soft breasts squashing flat against his hard body, sliding easily because of the soap.
He stood between them like a man in a sandwich.
In front, Nalan Meng could feel his cock between her thighs.
It was rubbing against her pussy as she moved. Sliding along her lips through the soap. She kept going. She kept rubbing her breasts against his chest.
He was lucky. He knew how lucky he was. Sandwiched between the two most beautiful women in the land. Most men could never even dream of having one of them.
He was getting excited again. He put his hands on Nalan Meng's ass while she rubbed against his front. He took hold of her lush body. All of it. Her seductress charm was working on him—he did not know its name—and he had never felt this excited in his life.
His cock was running along her pussy. Her lips were wrapping it. It was one moment away from slipping in.
And then he pushed a finger into her asshole from behind.
She moaned. She could not help it.
And at that moment, he pushed his cock into her pussy.
She was not ready. It was too sudden. She cried out—a loud, raw sound—and her eyes rolled back in her head. That cock. That thick, huge cock of his. It was not even all the way in.
She had only ever taken her husband's cock. Once. A few nights ago. And this was a completely different size.
The pain was so bad she nearly fainted. She felt as if her pussy were being torn apart.
I'm glad, she thought, through it. I'm glad my first time wasn't him. If her first time had been this barbarian, she would have died. She would have died right here.
He was too horny to wait. He took both her legs and lifted her. Off the floor of the bath. Into the air, against him. It made it easier for him to go in.
He pushed her down onto his cock.
She moaned in pain again. She was being filled by a cock much bigger than her husband's. She had not been expecting it. Not like this.
Behind them, Yun Xianchen was watching with a frightened face.
He began to fuck her.
He lifted her and dropped her. Lifted her and dropped her. His cock went in and out of her pussy. She was almost fainting from the pain. Her tongue was hanging out of her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back. They were full of tears.
He did not stop.
Her pussy was warm and tight. It made his cock more sensitive than it had ever been.
At the door, the guards were watching them with hard cocks.
She was being used like a fuck doll in the barbarian's hands.
She had no strength left. Her body was slippery from the soap, and the slickness made everything more sensitive. Her breasts were crushed flat against his chest. And that huge cock was filling her belly to the end.
She had never felt this helpless in front of any cock.
And at the back of the bath, Yun Xianchen was watching them fuck. Watching Nalan Meng take that huge lump of a cock inside her pussy. And it was making her wet. She did not want it to. It did. She had slid her fingers down between her own legs, inside her pussy, and was rubbing herself.
Luo Jin was seven feet tall and solid muscle. He held Nalan Meng like a doll and moved her up and down on his cock. Her pussy was trying to change its shape to fit him.
He had never felt anything like this in his life. He was fucking the one and only Nalan Meng—and no man except her husband had ever been inside that pussy. He did not know that. He only knew it was the best he had ever had.
He could not hold on any more. He made one last push, and dropped her all the way down onto his cock.
The head of his cock went through all the way to her womb.
Her belly bulged out a little. She could see it. A small hard swell below her navel, where he was.
And he started to come inside her.
She felt her womb fill. Hot. Thick. Flooding her. Her whole body felt stretched to the breaking point. And then she came too—a gush of clear wetness from her pussy, mixing with his thick white cum, running out of her and down his thighs into the bathwater.
Her lower body was numb.
And in her dantian, something moved.
She felt her cultivation rise. A whole step, all at once, like a door blowing open in a storm. She had been at the seventh level of Martial Soul, just short of the wall of Martial King. Now she was at the eighth. And the wall in front of her had gone thin as paper.
She could think again.
She found herself in the air. Held up by the barbarian, with his cock still inside her pussy. It had shrunk after he came. But it was still big enough to put most men to shame.
She did not let any anger show on her face. She waited for him to put her down.
He put her down. He had lost a little of his strength. He felt it. But he did not understand it. He thought he was tired from the sex.
He climbed out of the bath and left by himself, and left both of them inside.
They washed themselves. They went back to the room and waited there.
While they waited, they looked for weak points in the house. The doors. The windows. The way the guards moved outside. The guards were standing at the door.
After a few minutes, a woman came in.
She had a beautiful body, with big curves—a woman in her thirties, perhaps. She was holding a tray. She took a cloth off it, and on the tray were two sets of golden chains.
When she lifted one up, it began to take shape. It was made to be worn.
"Put these on," she said. "And wait here."
They looked at each other, and said nothing.
They had both worn outfits like this in the bar. Chains. They put them on.
But this was more vulgar than anything in the bar.
There was a round golden ring for the neck. From it, two chains ran down. At each nipple, the chain split into three, framing it, crossing over it—and then joined into one again below and ran down to a second ring around the waist. From the waist-ring, one chain went down the middle—through the lips of their pussy, between the cheeks of their ass—and up again to the waist-ring at the back. Two small white cloths hung from the waist-ring, one in front and one behind. They were far too small to cover anything at all.
It was a dress made for one purpose. To shame a woman more than being naked.
They stood there in the golden chains. Their beautiful bodies were shining like goddesses. Their faces were red with embarrassment. Their nipples poked out stiff and pointed between the three fine chains.
They waited.
After a little while, the barbarian lord came back into the room. He looked at them with lustful eyes.
Then he took hold of their collar chains, and pulled them out after him as he walked.
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