Chapter 79 of 90
Inspecting the Mine
The barbarians had a custom. When a man of rank went walking through the village, he brought his slaves with him. To show them off. The way a rich man in the capital might ride out with a pair of fine hounds at his stirrup.
Today, Lord Luo Jin had decided to inspect the mine.
And he thought that his two new slaves would be perfect for it.
That same morning, the guards had come for Li Yutang, Ximen Lang, and the ten others.
They had spent the night in the prison—a pit dug into the hillside behind the lord's hall, roofed with logs, cold and damp and stinking of old straw. Li Yutang had not slept at all. He had lain on his back in the dark, staring at the logs, thinking about what those barbarians might be doing to Nalan Meng's body. His cock had been hard the whole night.
Now they were marched out in a line, in their chains, through the village and up a winding track into the mountain.
The mine was guarded. Heavily. There were guards at the mouth of the tunnel, guards along the track, guards on the ridge above. More than any of them had seen anywhere else in the village.
They found out why as soon as they went inside.
The tunnel opened out into a great cavern, lit by torches and by something else—a dull red glow that came from the walls themselves. Hundreds of men were working in it with picks and baskets. Chipping. Hauling. Breaking rock. And everywhere the rock broke, it glowed.
Red crystal.
Ximen Lang knew it the moment he saw it. A vein of red spirit crystal, running through the whole mountain. Pure energy, locked in stone. A cultivator could draw on it like a man drinking from a spring. It was priceless. A sect would go to war for a mine like this.
And these barbarians have it. He felt the others beside him realize it at the same moment—Li Yutang's sharp breath, a city guard's low whistle. And behind their shock, the same thought. Once we take them down, it'll be ours.
Every one of the miners was a man. Not one woman anywhere in the cavern.
They did not need to ask why. The barbarians used their women for something else.
The guards led them deeper in. At the back of the cavern, there was a sort of room—a hollow in the rock, raised a little above the floor and open at the front, where the overseer could sit and watch the whole mine at once. A big chair stood in it.
A barbarian sat in the chair.
He was not as huge as the lord. But he was big—thick-necked and heavy-shouldered, bulging with muscle. Two women slaves stood beside him. They were wearing the same outfit Nalan Meng and Yun Xianchen would be wearing that morning, though the prisoners did not know that yet: chains, from the neck to the waist and down between the legs. But theirs were bronze.
The barbarians had ranks for their slaves, too. A lord's slaves wore gold. His chiefs' wore silver. The lesser chiefs wore bronze. The color of the chain said whose a woman was, and how high he stood.
The two bronze-chained women were playing with his body.
One was kneeling on the floor between his legs, sucking his cock. Her mouth moved steadily up and down on it. Her bottom was turned toward the opening of the room, so that her private parts were clearly visible to anyone who came in. The other was pressed against his left side, and he had his hand on her breast, squeezing.
His name was Yan Qiu. He was the overseer of the mine.
He glanced up at the new prisoners without interest, and back down at the girl in his lap.
"Send them to work," he told the guard, and went on with what he was doing.
The guard took them to the work face, gave them picks and baskets, and pushed them into the crowd.
They started working. And while they worked, they watched. The layout of the cavern. The number of guards. The way the torches were placed. The tunnels that ran off the main chamber. All of it, as planned.
A while later, something changed.
The guards along the walls straightened. They started moving, spreading out to new places. Yan Qiu got up from his chair, pushed the girls away, put his clothes back on, and came out to stand on the working floor with a whip in his hand.
The prisoners looked at each other. What's happening?
"Someone important's coming," muttered the miner beside Li Yutang. An old man, gray with rock dust. "They always start pretending to work properly when the high-ups come to look."
A huge man came in through the tunnel mouth.
He was big enough to block the whole entrance. For a moment he was only a shadow against the daylight. Then he stepped into the torchlight and his face became clear—the long black hair, the scar from temple to mouth.
Lord Luo Jin.
Everyone in the cavern trembled.
And behind him, two curved figures came into the light. Being led after him on chains.
His slaves.
As they came forward and their faces became visible, the whole cavern stared.
They were beautiful. Unbelievably beautiful. And sexy. They wore nothing but chains—golden chains, from their throats to their waists and down between their legs—and the chains only made their bodies look more lustful. A great many of the men working here had been taken from towns and villages nearby. They had never in their lives seen women like these.
But Li Yutang and Ximen Lang and their people knew them at once.
Nalan Meng. Yun Xianchen.
They looked at their naked bodies. With the chains, they looked even sexier than bare.
The city guards and the True Yuan disciples did not know whether to curse or to thank heaven. They had come here as slaves. And because of it, they were getting to see their dream women naked. Their cocks were hard enough to tear through their trousers.
Luo Jin walked forward through the mine. The two women walked behind him on their chains, upright this morning, their breasts bouncing with every step. Nalan Meng's body seemed to give off something. A haze. An aura. It made her look more lustful than Yun Xianchen, though Yun Xianchen was every bit as beautiful. Men could not stop looking at her.
Li Yutang and Ximen Lang stood there with their picks in their hands and stared at them without blinking.
A barbarian set a big chair in the middle of the cavern floor. Luo Jin sat down in it like a king. Then he yanked the chains, and both women fell to the floor in front of him.
He looked at Nalan Meng. Then he looked down at his cock.
She understood.
She knelt in front of the chair, and bent, and took his cock out of his leathers, and began to suck it. And bending made her big round ass stick out behind her. Straight toward the crowd of slave miners.
He pulled Yun Xianchen up to sit beside him on the arm of the chair. He took her breasts in his hand and squeezed them.
It was an amazing sight. Two beautiful women being played with by that huge barbarian at once. Every guard in the mine was jealous of him. Every miner.
And the men standing in front of the chair were looking at only one thing.
Nalan Meng's ass.
The little white cloth hanging from her waist-chain at the back had ridden up as she bent her knees. It hid nothing. And the thin golden chain that ran between her legs was plainly visible, sunk between her spread cheeks, running through her crack. Her pink asshole was exposed. Her pussy was exposed, the golden chain lying in the slit of it. All of it, bare, in front of every miner in the cavern.
Li Yutang and Ximen Lang were standing right in front, with their people. They had the best view in the mine.
Ximen Lang's cock was rock hard.
The wife of his sworn brother, bent over in front of him, sucking a barbarian's cock. And his junior sister—his betrothed—whose body had been admired by every disciple in the True Yuan Sect, having her breasts squeezed by the same barbarian, in front of all of them.
Both women felt the shame of it burning in them. Their faces could be clearly seen. Everyone here could see who they were.
And every miner could see the white wetness dripping from Nalan Meng's pussy while she sucked.
Their City Lord. In the most humiliating position imaginable. They should have been angry. They should have wanted to kill the man. Instead they stood there with their cocks hard, ready to fuck her themselves if anyone gave them the chance.
Yun Xianchen sat beside the lord with her face lowered in shame.
Her breasts were being massaged by a barbarian in front of her junior brothers. In front of Ximen Lang. She kept her eyes on the floor. She could feel them all looking at her.
Luo Jin was enjoying the pleasure of two beautiful bodies. He sat there with his cock in Nalan Meng's mouth and Yun Xianchen's breast in his hand and enjoyed it.
He had fucked Nalan Meng that very morning, in the bath. It had not been enough. He was not satisfied today. Her seductress aura—he did not know it had a name—made him hornier every time his skin touched hers. Her curved body would have made any man hard for her. With that charm on top of it, it was unavoidable.
He looked out at the miners. At all those hard cocks. At their jealous faces. He smiled.
Then he looked down at Yun Xianchen beside him.
"You too," he said. "Get down there with her. Suck."
She obeyed. She went down onto her knees beside Nalan Meng, in front of the chair, and began to suck his cock with her.
Their two tongues crossed over each other as they sucked the same cock. Their spit mixed. His cock was so big that there was room for both of them; each of them took half of it.
Feeling two mouths on his cock at once, the lord was excited. And he could see that some of the miners had already come in their trousers. Wet stains had spread on the fronts of their hemp. From watching two perfect asses bend over in front of them.
Both women had amazing asses. Perfect. As they moved and their legs spread on the rock floor, their assholes showed between their cheeks. Their pink pussies showed too, plump and juicy. Any man in that cavern would have gone mad to put his cock in either of them.
Then the lord was too excited to hold it any longer. He came. On their faces.
There was a great deal of it. Some went into their mouths. Some splashed over their beautiful faces. He sat back in his chair while they went on sucking him, cleaning his cock.
At this rate, he thought, these two beauties will suck me dry. If I'm not careful.
He felt a little weak, after he came.
He thought it was because he had been having too much sex. He should take a little break. That was all.
But it was not that. It was Nalan Meng. She was absorbing his energy without knowing it. Every time he spent himself on her, she drew on it, and grew a little stronger. It was her seductress constitution. It fed on the yang of men.
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