The Secret Saga of the Maiden of the Song Dynasty (960-1279)

"Alright, let's start tying!" Yang Ting said, her left arm covering her breasts, her right hand over her vulva, her voice trembling. Huang Sanbing turned around, his mouth watering at the sight of the exquisite, sculpted jade body before him. He fetched the prison's toughest ox-tendon steel rope and walked behind Yang Ting, saying, "General Yang, pardon my intrusion." Yang Ting uttered her final defiance: "Tie me up quickly! If your hands linger, I'll kill you!" The binding began. Huang Sanbing crossed her slender wrists behind her back, twisting them forcefully to shoulder-blade height, binding her in a five-point restraint. Then, using two ropes, one above and one below, he wrapped them around her breasts, binding her slightly muscular arms tightly against her body. After cinching the knots as tight as possible, he took several thin ropes and bound Yang Ting's delicate hands, skilled in eighteen martial arts, palm to palm, tying each jade finger to its corresponding finger on the other hand. This tight binding forced Yang Ting to arch her wasp waist, her delicate breasts, aching from the constriction, pushed forward. The soft, lively mounds became even fuller under the pressure of the ropes. What could have been half-hidden within her肚兜 (a type of traditional Chinese undergarment) now completely emerged from beneath the red cloth, sandwiching the肚兜 between her cleavage. The two pink cherry-like nipples on her chest swayed with her movements, wantonly displaying their allure. "So tight..." Yang Ting tried to twist her arms, only to find that her arms, capable of a thousand pounds of force, could not break free from these small ropes. "Sister Yang, stop struggling. This ox-tendon steel rope is made from bull's sinew, refined for forty-nine days. Even a tiger would be bound securely! Hahaha!" Supervisor Huang chuckled, reaching down to caress her round, plump, snowy buttocks. Unexpectedly, Yang Ting kicked him several feet away. Then, standing on one foot, she used the instep of her raised foot to shield her tender, soft, white mound, declaring sternly: "If you dare to do anything out of line, this General will take your dog's life!" Huang Sanbing clutched his chest, groaning, "Ouch, that hurt... Your legwork is formidable! However... Great Liao knows your martial prowess. If we don't bind your flying legs, they might not trust us!" "This..." Yang Ting realized that if her hands and feet were bound, she would be completely at his mercy. But military orders could not be disobeyed, so she said, "Then... you must swear to the heavens that you will not harm me!" "Alright, I swear. General, quickly put away your divine abilities and cooperate with me!" Huang Sanbing said, then casually uttered a poisonous oath, dispelling Yang Ting's doubts. He ordered Yang Ting to sit cross-legged and took several thick ropes, binding her thighs and ankles together in a circle, tying them into a position resembling Guanyin sitting on a lotus. Then, he placed a rope loop around her jade neck, tying it to the ropes binding her calves, tightening it to the maximum. In this way, the御风女将 (Imperial Wind Female General) who struck fear into the hearts of the Liao army could only sit cross-legged, bent over, her head bowed, her soft, tender, white buttocks exposed, like a captured crab, its sharp pincers useless against its captor. After she was bound, Yang Ting struggled a few more times, only to find that only a few tender toes, like green scallions, had any room to move. But soon, even this last bit of freedom was taken away by Supervisor Huang. Huang Sanbing took two thin threads, tying one end of each to Yang Ting's big toes and the other end to the base of her tender, slightly erect nipples, binding them tightly. The constriction made her cry out in a soft warble, daring not to move her toes even a fraction. The maiden's nipples, pink as peach blossoms, had never been touched by a man. Now, bound by these extremely lewd ropes, they brought her a novel, irresistible, wonderful pleasure, mixed with intense shame, causing her fair, soft cheeks to flush with a delicate blush. "Ah... so tight... Mmm... Why tie them like this? It feels so uncomfortable..." Yang Ting moaned, her nipples engorged and erect from the binding. Huang Sanbing looked at his handiwork with satisfaction, walked behind her, and slapped her plump, snowy buttocks, causing a ripple of lustful flesh. "Sister, aren't you quite capable? Why aren't you standing tall now?! Hahahaha!" "You...! How dare you hit me! I... I will kill you!! Ahhh—?!" Just as Yang Ting was about to straighten up and resist, the nipple ropes tightened, causing her breasts to ache. She let out a soft cry, her waist, which had been about to exert force, went limp, making her appear alluring and charmingly cute. "Ah... these ropes are too tight! It's so uncomfortable... Untie them quickly!" Seeing her helplessness, Huang Sanbing grinned sinisterly, "Heh heh, General Yang~ A play must be complete. If I don't tie you up so securely, how can I live up to your lifelong reputation?" "This... Hmph...! Are you done tying me up? Let's go quickly!" Yang Ting, sitting cross-legged on the ground, said stubbornly. Her bare buttocks were exposed, and she tried her best to lift her head, wanting to glare at Huang Sanbing. But no matter how she lifted her head, she could only see his tented crotch. Supervisor Huang, seeing her still proud expression, raised his foot and stomped her beautiful head onto the ground, pressing down with his cloth boot on her delicate face and grinding it against the bluestone floor. He said fiercely, "Now do you understand your situation? This ruse of feigned surrender was my plan. You must cooperate with my work and do not resist, or you will suffer!" "You treacherous villain...! Despicable and shameless!!" Yang Ting, who had always ascended smoothly, had never endured such humiliation. She exerted force with her waist, and a few muscle lines appeared on her ivory-white back, as if she had used all her strength. However, she could only lift her head a little before Supervisor Huang stomped it down with even greater force.

The carriage echoed with the sounds of a woman's moans throughout the day's journey, a continuous, melodious cry. By the time they reached Youzhou City, dusk was settling. Word had spread that the renowned General Yang Ting had been captured, and the Lord of Youzhou, Yelü Guozhen, personally rode out to greet them. He ordered his soldiers to bring forward the chest. As soon as the lid was opened, a potent, feminine scent, mingled with sweat, arousal fluid, and saliva, wafted out, causing all the Liao soldiers present to erect their cocks. Supervisor Huang, from behind, cupped Yang Ting's breasts and lifted the cross-legged, bound female general. Her legs suddenly dangled, and the thin ropes on her toes tightened abruptly, constricting her already tender, rosy nipples, which had been tormented all day. Coupled with the forceful removal of the wooden plug from her cunt, the intense stimulation shot straight to her core, causing the once valiant general to let out a high-pitched moan. Her sphincter gave way, and her arousal fluid and urine spilled onto the ground. The heroine who had once struck fear into the hearts of the Liao army was now stripped down to a single, disheveled undergarment, her limbs bound and immobile. Before her vanquished foes, she hung her head, revealing a snow-white ass, slick with her own fluids. Her moist, tender pussy was exposed for all to see, and she shamefully climaxed in the arms of the lecherous Supervisor Huang. Even more humiliating, the intensity of her orgasm caused her anus to relax, and the metal cock plug clamped within it slid out with a clang, hitting the ground and leaving behind a gaping, petal-like hole. A few drops of thick intestinal fluid spurted out. Yelü Guozhen witnessed all this with great delight. He then removed Yang Ting's blindfold and earplugs, took away the saliva-soaked gag, and said to her, "Finally, I have captured you. I should have had you executed by a thousand cuts. However, Great Liao has always been eager for talent. If you are willing to surrender, I can petition the Khan. With his magnanimity, he will surely overlook past grievances and grant you an important position. What do you say?" Having been tormented throughout the journey, Yang Ting, with the last vestiges of her consciousness, pondered. Since they were offering terms, she could feign agreement and first get rid of these bothersome restraints. So, she whispered, "This humble woman is willing to obey the Khan's command. I only beg you to untie these ropes; they are causing me such discomfort..." Yelü Guozhen was about to loosen her bonds when Supervisor Huang stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Your Excellency, wait! This Yang woman is cunning. She has come here intending to feign surrender and then collude with the Song army from within. Otherwise, given her character, why would she surrender to the Liao? I implore Your Excellency to see through her deception..." Yang Ting was shocked to hear Supervisor Huang reveal the entire plan. If he truly betrayed the Great Song, would she not become a genuine captive of the Liao? Filled with righteous indignation and unable to resist, Yang Ting cursed, "You traitorous dog, selling out your country for personal gain! How could you commit such a heinous, treacherous act!!" Supervisor Huang merely smiled contemptuously, squatted down, and leaned close to Yang Ting's ear, saying, "The Great Song's fate is sealed. Prefect Cai has long been in league with the Liao. You are merely a pawn! This is the consequence of offending me, hahahaha!" "You...!" Yang Ting's eyes blazed with fury. She twisted her delicate body, trying to break free from the ropes, wishing she could personally chop off his head. However, the tough ox-hide ropes still bound her tightly. Her struggles only served to further torment her sensitive nipples. Seeing Yang Ting's reaction, Yelü Guozhen roared, "Insolent wench, you almost tricked me! Guards, throw her into the dungeon and administer severe punishment!" Thus, several Liao soldiers dragged the bound Yang Ting, tore apart the last remaining undergarment on her body, and carried her to the Youzhou dungeon...

The next morning, the jailers crowded into the cell, stripped Yang Ting of her prison uniform, and slapped her high, proud, snow-white, plump buttocks, waking her from her sleep. "Bitch, get up and service us!" The jailers fumbled with her shackles, and before she was fully awake, they used steel wire ropes to weave a lewd bondage on her fair skin. At the same time, another group of jailers chained Yang Ting's subordinates to the ground, forcing them to watch their commander being humiliated. Before long, Yang Ting had been bound into a different form. Her jade-white, crystal-clear torso was tightly wrapped in a net of hemp ropes, resembling layers of tortoise shell. Her peach-like, full, massive breasts were bound from the root, appearing even plumper and juicier. Two ropes ran through the沟壑 of her ample, fertile buttocks, like dragons trapped in a mire, binding those thick, lewd cushions even more enticingly. Her delicate, jade-like arms were bent backward to their limit and bound, her forearms tied together. Her pale wrists were almost at the same height as her neck, and a rope connected the wrist bindings to the noose around her throat. This way, any

As her screams echoed, several officers seized her shapely, snow-white feet. Dipping branding irons into cinnabar, they branded "Lewd Prisoner" and "Convict Wife" onto the soles of her left and right feet, leaving deep crimson official seals. Feeling the searing pain on the soles of her feet, Yang Ting was drenched in sweat, her pearly teeth biting down on her red lips as she swallowed countless bitter tears. These feet, trained in martial arts for years and capable of killing enemies on the battlefield, meant to measure the borders of the Great Song Dynasty, should never have been branded with indelible prisoner tattoos, forever marking her with injustice and humiliation. From behind, the Grand Councilor observed the large character "Slave" branded onto her rounded, perky, peach-shaped buttocks. Her delicate, exquisite feet were branded "Lewd Prisoner" and "Convict Wife," and her clitoral hood, the size of a red grape, was pierced with a perineal ring. Such a perfect, alluring female body, subjected to such severe humiliation and modification, this rare and tragic beauty filled him with excitement. There was nothing more satisfying for a man than watching a once defiant, arrogant woman gradually submit before him. While it was pleasurable to have Yang Ting willingly lick their cocks, it wasn't enough. The trace of pride and defiance remaining in her heart hadn't yet allowed them to completely let down their guard. Following Cai Xiu's suggestion, the Grand Councilor issued another order: "This woman is a major criminal who has betrayed the Liao. Guards, bring her the heavy cangue!" Thus, the jailers obeyed, fetching a Xuan iron heavy cangue specifically designed for those skilled in martial arts. They unbound Yang Ting's arms and prepared to shackle her into the cangue. This square iron cangue had three holes: one large and two small, for restraining the prisoner's delicate neck and fair wrists. However, unlike ordinary neck and wrist cangues, the two holes for the wrists on this specially made iron cangue were located diagonally behind the head and neck, leaving Yang Ting somewhat confused. The cangue weighed a hundred pounds. Two jailers exerted all their strength to open it. Then, several others held Yang Ting's body, pulling her hair, and forced her slender, elegant neck and fair wrists into the semicircular holes. With a *click*, they closed the two halves of the iron cangue and locked it. Yang Ting, having just endured violation and unable to resist, was captured by several people. Before she could struggle, she was shackled again. The three holes were extremely narrow. After being shackled into the cangue, Yang Ting's wrists and delicate neck felt a strong sense of restraint, as if her throat were being choked, making it difficult to breathe. Moreover, she finally understood the sinister purpose behind the arrangement of these three holes. With the restraint of this special neck and wrist cangue, her hands were forced to spread as wide as possible, confined diagonally behind her head, invisible and certainly unusable for martial arts. Even more humiliating was that under the restraint of the neck and wrist cangue, she could only shamefully lift her firm breasts high, exposing her bare breasts. Her arms were spread wide, creating two beautifully curved lines of her shoulder blades on her snow-white back, like a pair of stunning butterfly wings, fully displaying the graceful and soft beauty of her feminine form. "You dogs of officials! For male prisoners in this dynasty, the heaviest cangue upon entering prison is no more than eighty pounds. Why must I, a weak woman, be subjected to such a heavy cangue?!" Yang Ting struggled to support the hundred-pound iron cangue, a few drops of sweat beading on her forehead, her face flushed. This sight only made the Grand Councilor more excited. He clenched his fist and roared, "You are a female general, possessing divine strength and formidable martial arts. How can you be compared to ordinary people? Guards, bring the kneeling lock and shackle her with it!" Upon hearing the order, the jailers unlocked her leg irons and brought a pair of "日" shaped metal restraints. This restraint, known as the kneeling lock, was forged from fine steel and was incredibly sturdy, specifically designed to restrict a prisoner's legs. The bailiffs first removed the horizontal bar in the middle of the "日" shaped steel ring, folded Yang Ting's legs, passed her knees through, and then inserted the middle bar, which fit precisely into the hollow of her knees. Under the strict restraint of this device, her thighs and calves could only be tightly folded together, rendering her powerful leg techniques useless. Subjected to such restraint, Yang Ting questioned indignantly, "My lord, with such shackles, how am I to travel to Cangzhou..." The Grand Councilor chuckled, "Try to straighten your legs, and you will naturally know." Yang Ting attempted to straighten her legs and found she could, but the three horizontal bars exerted strong resistance, causing pain in her leg muscles. Furthermore, the straighter she stretched her legs, the stronger the resistance became. She could only endure for a moment before reluctantly giving up her resistance, allowing the restraint to fold her legs together again. It turned out that to facilitate the transport of prisoners, the upper and lower square iron rings of this restraint were not fixed but rotated on the central horizontal bar, connected by highly elastic torsion springs. This allowed her to open the knee lock and straighten her legs to walk during transport, though it consumed considerable energy, serving as another measure to prevent her escape. The Grand Councilor, seeing the helpless expression on Yang Ting's face, inwardly rejoiced and said, "These shackles feel quite something, don't they? For a cunning woman like you with your martial arts, only heavy shackles will do! Guards, put on the toe restraints as well!" Thus, the jailers brought out a pair of strangely shaped fine iron leg fetters. These special fetters, called "toe restraints," were cylindrical and tightly clasped onto Yang Ting's delicate ankles. A long iron strip extended forward, following the curve of her instep downwards, ending in five small iron rings that encircled the joints of her five smooth, jade-like toes, resembling iron finger traps. With the toe restraints on, Yang Ting felt as if she were wearing high heels without soles. The iron strip pressed her instep straight, parallel to her calf, preventing her from lifting her foot. Her toes, however, were tightly bound by the iron rings, forced to curl upwards. To walk, she could only stand on her tiptoes, revealing the soles of her feet branded with "Lewd Prisoner, Convict Wife," and placing weight only on the balls of her feet, making it extremely inconvenient. Her head was small, and her jade-like legs were slender, making her appear tall. When walking on tiptoes, her legs seemed even longer, her graceful and elegant posture creating a visually striking effect. Yang Ting had originally planned to use her internal energy to break the cangue and fetters with her toes when they weren't paying attention, thus escaping. But now, even her toes were shackled and unable to move, leaving her no choice but to resignedly accept her fate.

No... I must pull myself together... I cannot give up... Heaven has eyes. As long as I live, there will surely be a chance to clear my name...! Her tears dried, Yang Ting's heart rekindled with hope. As long as she lived, there would surely be a chance to appeal to the Emperor and vindicate herself! Prefect Cai, unaware of her thoughts, merely gave a triumphant glance to the jailers and ordered, "Pierce the tongue of this slut who loves to lick cock, and fit her with a gag ball!" "Mmmph—! Ohh mmmph!!" Yang Ting screamed, trying to shake her head in refusal. However, her beautiful head was held fast by her braids, making even turning her head a luxury. She could only watch in horror as they clamped her delicate tongue with iron tongs, drove a steel nail through its tip, and threaded a small metal ring. Not only that, but they attached two thin chains to the tongue ring, threading them through a hollow copper ball with holes. The chains entered the copper gag ball from the middle, exited on either side, and ended in a circular clasp, its diameter larger than the hole in the ball, perfectly designed to suspend the gag ball beneath her chin. The Privy Councillor had never seen such a contraption and found it rather novel. Cai Xiu stepped forward with a smile, eager to demonstrate. He held the gag ball in one hand, pulling the chains with the other, and inserted it into Yang Ting's mouth. The two thin chains emerged from either side of the copper ball, wrapped around to the back of her head, and were secured with the clasp, firmly fixing the gag ball between Yang Ting's pearly teeth. Upon seeing this, the Privy Councillor praised, "This gag ball is so convenient! When we don't want to fuck her mouth, we can just plug it. When we want to play, we can loosen it. Hanging from her tongue, it won't get lost either. Truly ingenious~!" Yang Ting was equally shocked by this insidious method of silencing her. Her silver teeth bit down on the cold, hard copper ball. Her tongue was locked to the surface of the gag ball by the thin chains, unable to move or expel it. She was in immense discomfort, only able to emit muffled groans and let out clear saliva. Her beautiful eyes blazed with anger as she glared at the dog official before her. If looks could kill, Cai Xiu and his ilk would have died countless times over. However, her body was already shackled with these heavy restraints. No matter how extraordinary her abilities, revenge was impossible. The Privy Councillor, seeing her tightly clenched fists, knew she had not yet surrendered. He slapped her fiercely and cursed, "You convicted criminal, do you still intend to defy my judgment? Guards, weld shut the locks on her neck and hand stocks!" Hearing this, even Yang Ting, who had faced countless life-and-death situations on the battlefield, could not help but be startled. She stared tensely at the jailers. Yet, no matter how fierce her gaze, she could not prevent what was about to happen. The jailers, holding glowing hot iron, poured it into the lock holes of her neck and hand stocks with a sizzling sound. They also poured it along the seams of the iron stocks, welding the two heavy pieces together completely! Furthermore, the kneeling stocks, toe restraints, and the iron cuffs around her waist and thighs—all the shackles on her body were welded shut with molten iron, making them impossible to open ever again. Finally, two seals were affixed to the welded seams of the stocks, bearing the following inscriptions: Yang Shi, convicted traitor and former commander of Yumenguan, sealed on the fourteenth day of the seventh month of the sixth year of Xuán Hé, to be unsealed forever. Yang Ting, clinging to her last shred of hope, clenched her fists and tried once more to pry open the neck and hand stocks. However, the unyielding, heavy Xuan iron stocks mercilessly pronounced her fate for the rest of her life: She would be bound in these heavy shackles for eternity, completely stripped of her human dignity. Even if the Emperor granted a general amnesty, she would never return to her former days of freedom... Contemplating this, her tightly clenched jade hands finally, in despair, ceased their struggle. They fell limply to her sides, her watery eyes shimmering with tears, her delicate lashes trembling. Two streams of clear tears, unable to contain her sorrow, rolled down her face, as radiant as the autumn moon.

The next day, Yang Ting stirred instinctively, her delicate body twisting. She suddenly felt her heels pressed tightly against her buttocks, her anus still hooked by a cock ring, sending waves of throbbing pain. She shook her head, feeling groggy. It seemed her body was bound horizontally, suspended in the air by ropes attached to iron shackles and her thighs, swaying gently. "Mmmph...!" She let out a soft cry, her mouth feeling numb, her nostrils filled with the scent of semen. She remembered being suspended in the air by Iron Pillar last night, gagged with a cock plug after he ejaculated in her mouth. Then, she had been forcefully penetrated from behind, her pussy and asshole violated, her entire body played with until she climaxed countless times, finally succumbing to exhaustion and falling asleep. The thought of herself last night, biting down on the gag, her body writhing and moaning like a sow under the man's fleshy rod, made Yang Ting's stunningly beautiful face flush with heat. "Am I... truly this debauched...?" If it were her past self, she would never have imagined she could become so lewd. As this thought crossed her mind, the rosy tips of her breasts, already reddened from being fondled, once again hardened. Hearing Yang Ting's sweet, panting moans, Iron Pillar also woke up. He immediately untied her ropes and slowly withdrew the monstrous cock plug from between her teeth, along with a considerable amount of saliva and semen. "Cough, cough..." Yang Ting choked a few times, her mouth, stretched all night by the gag, finally recovering from its numbness. Iron Pillar asked respectfully, "General, you were sleeping so soundly last night, I was afraid of waking you, so I didn't untie you..." "Silence!" Yang Ting snapped, her face red, turning her head away. "Last night's events... do not speak of them again!" She knelt on the ground, silent for a moment, then said, "Look, do I not appear like a long-exiled convict now...?" Iron Pillar bowed his head to look. Her neck and hands were firmly cuffed in heavy black iron shackles. The whip marks on her body had stopped bleeding, leaving behind crimson scars, perfectly placed. The delicate, firm tips of her breasts were adorned with vulgar nipple rings, rising and falling with her breath. The chastity ring at her pussy's entrance still glistened with arousal fluid, shining brightly. Her plump, round buttocks were branded with the character "slave." The soles of her left and right feet were tattooed with the official characters "淫囚" (lewd prisoner) and "犯妇" (convict wife), respectively. Coupled with the semen stains on her lips and between her legs, anyone would immediately recognize her as a lowly, debauched convict. However, unlike ordinary convicts, Yang Ting's face, full of heroic spirit, held a determined gaze, her eyes burning like torches. This formed a stark contrast with her violated body, evoking the image of a heroic female martyr who died for her country. Looking at her eyes, as beautiful and clear as the full moon over a lake, Iron Pillar was momentarily stunned. After a long pause, he replied, "General, I think it is sufficient." "Good, then let us depart!" Yang Ting commanded, rising to her feet. Iron Pillar inquired again, "General, are you certain you wish to impersonate a prisoner and enter the prison city?" With a resolute heart, what fear would the prison city hold? Yang Ting clenched her jade fists, still bound by the shackles, and declared sternly, "As long as I can break these iron shackles, what is a mere prison city that I cannot dare to challenge?!" Hearing this, Iron Pillar no longer tried to dissuade her, his heart filled only with admiration. He put on his official uniform, a token at his waist, and dressed as a prison escort. "I am ready," he said. Yang Ting nodded. Thinking of the strict inspections at the prison city, she added, "Before we set off, you need to add more restraints to me..." At Yang Ting's instruction, Iron Pillar took out a long rope and bound her in a beautiful diamond knot. The rope dug into her flesh, creating patches of pale white mounds. She also ordered Iron Pillar to tighten the rope around the middle of her breasts, binding her pear-shaped beauties into a葫芦 (gourd) shape. She glanced in the mirror and still felt it wasn't enough. She then ordered him to take out a dildo and insert it into her pussy. Next, she had him reattach the anal hook, threading its end through an opening behind the iron shackles and tying it to her ponytail.

Yang Ting, shouldering a hundred-jin cangue, weaved through the ranks of hundreds of soldiers. Even with her abundant internal energy, exhaustion was inevitable. Furthermore, the chronic administration of aphrodisiacs, combined with her exertion of internal energy, caused the accumulated potency to erupt. Under the escalating, tingling stimulation, the exceptionally skilled female general, outnumbered and outmatched, finally succumbed. Her shapely, powerful legs, capable of cleaving mountains and shattering rocks, weapons of destruction in their own right, were tightly bound by the soft steel ropes specifically designed to restrain heroines. The ropes dug more than two inches into her flesh, leaving deep, reddened indentations on the plump, moist thigh meat. The prefect of Cangzhou, leading the troops, did not dare to delay. He ordered a "buttock and foot stocks" to be brought for her. Yang Ting stared at the iron stocks, as massive and heavy as the neck and hand stocks, and resisted with all her heart. With a fierce cry, she twisted her leopard-like waist, flinging off the soldiers pressing down on her. She pushed herself up, spread her legs, squatted, and glared, her brows furrowed: "You lackeys of the government, stay away from this general! Otherwise, don't blame me for my fists and feet having no eyes!!" The prefect of Cangzhou chuckled, "General Yang, your fists are shackled in the neck and hand stocks, and your feet are bound tightly by ropes. Your legs are spread wide like a female crab, and 'crab juice' is constantly flowing from between them. No matter how skilled your martial arts, you can't make waves now! I tell you, you are a turtle in a jar. Kneel and accept the stocks quickly!" "You...!" Yang Ting was so enraged her willow eyebrows shot up. She exerted all her strength with her legs, her tiptoes almost digging into the ground, trying to break the ropes with her internal energy. In one surge, she actually managed to widen the ropes slightly. But as the force subsided, the elastic ox-sinew ropes snapped back, folding her thighs together tightly once more, leaving no gap, binding her so completely she had no recourse. Instead, due to her haste to exert force, she failed to control her urination and, in front of a crowd of male soldiers, inadvertently released a stream of golden, fragrant, lustful urine! *Splash... splash splash...* Seeing this, the soldiers burst into laughter. Yang Ting's pretense of strength instantly vanished. Her usually fierce and pretty face turned crimson, a sudden blush creating a contrast of exquisite shyness. She hastily clamped her legs together, knelt on the ground, bent her proud, upright waist, and used the iron stocks to shield herself from the men's lecherous gazes, biting her lower lip, utterly mortified. The soldiers, seasoned by battle, would not miss such an opportunity. They pounced on Yang Ting as her legs trembled and golden liquid flowed. They pinned her down, pressing on the neck and hand stocks, and straddled her well-formed back, completely subduing her. "Get off this general...!" Yang Ting, kneeling on the ground, roared, trying to push herself up. But the next moment, her aphrodisiac-addled lustful orifice was penetrated by a massive object covered in protrusions. The tingling pleasure was like a thunderclap, shooting straight up her spine to the crown of her head, making her bones and muscles go limp. "Nnnngh ahhh ahhh~!!" The female general let out a high, seductive cry of unwilling surrender, no longer able to muster the strength to struggle or resist. It turned out that an experienced old captain had used a thick, spiked club to penetrate her vital lower opening while she was caught off guard. "Even the most powerful woman will be obedient when her lustful hole is penetrated by this spiked club!" He roared with laughter, stepping on Yang Ting's plump, round, snow-white buttocks as if she were a trophy, and signaled his companions to bring the iron stocks. Like the neck and hand stocks, these "buttock and foot stocks" were forged from a square piece of dark iron. The face of the stocks had three holes: one large and two small, arranged in a "品" shape. The large central hole was over a foot wide, presumably to restrain a woman's arched buttocks. The two smaller holes in the lower left and lower right corners were less than three inches, just enough to accommodate a slender ankle. Even with the aphrodisiac burning her body and a hard rod penetrating her orifice, Yang Ting's struggling, beautiful lotus feet required two men to hold them down. The soldiers, disregarding her resistance, opened the buttock and foot stocks, forcefully grabbed her lustrous, rosy, fleshy feet, and inserted them into the two small holes on the face of the stocks. *Clack—!* With a crisp metallic sound, the iron stocks closed, the upper and lower halves fitting perfectly to the size of Yang Ting's delicate ankles. Her pair of superior jade feet, capable of traveling a thousand li and possessing exceptional lightness, were completely confined within this three-inch space, not even a sliver of room to move. "No...! Don't shackle my feet!!" Yang Ting felt the hard, firm pressure from all sides of her ankles, her cries laced with a hint of despair. However, the captain beside her sternly said, "Ignore her. Shove her buttocks in!" So, a few soldiers slightly loosened the ropes binding her legs, lifted her honeyed buttocks, and aimed them at the central hole on the face of the stocks... Unexpectedly, just as a few men grabbed her waist to push her fleshy buttocks in, her round, full side buttocks got stuck at the opening! Seeing this, the captain cursed, "Damn it, this slut has really big buttocks! Go get a bigger set of stocks!" "Sir, this is the largest set we have..." another replied. Yang Ting, hearing their vulgar curses, wished she could find a hole to crawl into out of shame. Little did those soldiers know that for the past month, she had been forced to labor daily, dragging bricks for six li. Her already plump and swollen honeyed buttocks had become even more rounded and shapely from this exercise. There was no other choice. Since there were no larger stocks, a few soldiers smeared some of the lustful juice from her honeyed orifice for lubrication. With all their might, pushing and squeezing, they finally managed to force Yang Ting's pair of round, fleshy buttocks, the size of millstones, into the iron stocks! This was not the end. To prevent her from escaping with her bone-shrinking technique, the soldiers also inserted a long metal rod horizontally through a reserved hole on the side of the buttock and foot stocks. It was locked at both ends, dividing the through-hole along the diameter of the buttock opening, precisely blocking the path of her hip and waist from arching forward. Her honeyed peach buttocks were already difficult to dislodge due to the pressure of the iron stocks. Now, with a crossbar blocking them, escape was impossible. She could only maintain the humiliating posture of kneeling with her buttocks raised, her most shameful, hidden peach blossom honey orifice exposed to the onlookers' greedy eyes. viewed from behind, a pair of plump, trembling, perfectly rounded buttocks protruded from the square face of the stocks. Between the two elastic buttocks, a pale pink daisy bloomed charmingly, its fine folds clearly visible, contracting and expanding with the breathing of the lustful flesh within the stocks. Below the pistil of the daisy were two lustrous, moist labia, bathed in lustful nectar. Her round, full馒头穴 (mantou hole, a slang term for the vulva) was slightly flushed from the heat of desire. A cherry-red clitoris, pierced with a ring, stubbornly stood at the entrance of the honeyed orifice, as if greatly indignant about its predicament. Below the beautiful buttocks were two slender, exquisite six-inch lotus feet. The heels were round, rosy white, the flesh soft and glutinous like cake, the toes full like jade. The soles were adorned with more than a dozen delicate copper beads, truly a masterpiece of the human form. Currently, these pair of poor jade feet, which had undoubtedly been trained countless times, were restlessly wriggling, as if trying to find the ground with their toes to gain leverage and move their fleshy bodies. However, the wide face of the stocks made it impossible for all ten jade toes to touch the ground, let alone find leverage to struggle.

"Wait a moment!" Yang Ting said sternly, "Brother Tang, this iron shackle on me is probably not something that can be removed quickly. How can you possibly contend with hundreds or thousands of officers and soldiers outside? I don't want to implicate you, and you don't need to worry about me. Just follow the imperial decree. Use as much restraint as there is, and show no mercy, lest they become suspicious!" Hearing this, the blacksmith's admiration for her deepened. He cupped his fists and said, "Since that is the case, then I shall offend you!" He brought over three heavy, circular iron hoops welded together and arranged in a triangular formation. The middle hoop was larger, shackling Yang Ting's slender waist. The two lower hoops were smaller and locked between her thighs. In this way, her shapely and well-proportioned long legs were completely fixed by her own graceful and fiery waist. Even without the iron shackles, she would have to arch her buttocks and kneel on the ground. The leg hoops were too tight, as if they were biting into her bones, the edges deeply imprinting into her flesh, creating a sensually deep indentation on her full and lustrous leg skin. The waist hoop seemed a bit small for her, and the resulting constriction made it difficult for her to breathe. To counteract it, Yang Ting's smoothly contoured abdominal muscles tensed, becoming as hard as jade. But how could taut muscle contend with a sturdy waist hoop forged from fine steel? The hard iron pressed a shocking red mark onto her fair and tender abdomen. The moment the iron hoop locked with a "click," Yang Ting felt as if the vital energy in her dantian had been dispersed. With the waist and leg iron hoops locked tight, Yang Ting's lower body had no room for movement. After a moment, her bent thighs began to feel a dull numbness. She tried to move slightly, her muscles exerting force, but her plump buttocks were clamped so tightly that she couldn't extend her thighs even half an inch. She had no choice but to give up. "General Yang, can you still endure it?" Tang Long asked. Yang Ting took a deep breath and forced herself to say, "I'm fine...! Please continue, Brother Tang..." The blacksmith sighed, silently took out two small, spherical iron sleeves, and said, "General Yang, please clench your fists." A flicker of fear flashed in Yang Ting's beautiful eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. She obeyed and clenched her jade fists, allowing him to slip the iron sleeves onto her hands, and then welded them onto the neck and hand shackles with molten iron. The inner walls of the sleeves pressed against her knuckles, and her skilled hands, adept at the eighteen styles of the Yang family spear, were uncomfortably and tightly enclosed. Apart from clenching her fists in indignation, she could not make any other movement. These iron sleeves, two fingers thick, could by no means be pried open from the inside with the slight outward force of her fingers. "So tight..." the female general's delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she sighed helplessly in a voice too low for others to hear. However, as if still not constrained tightly enough, the blacksmith brought out eight long rods cast from profound iron and inserted them one by one into the small holes left on the shackles... The neck and hand shackles were identical in size to the buttock and foot shackles, both square. Each of their four corners and the midpoints of their four sides had a two-finger-wide hole, originally intended for guiding and securing female prisoners. But now, these iron rods were passed through them, two by two, facing each other. The eight iron rods, each with threads on both ends, were tightened with nuts, one end connected to the neck and hand shackles, the other to the buttock and foot shackles. Thus, the two iron shackles and the eight iron rods formed a "dog cage," trapping this female slave dog with her buttocks arched. All the nuts were tightened to the maximum, and the distance between the two iron shackles was reduced to the point where it could not be further reduced. Yang Ting's serpentine waist was forced into an extreme arch by the pressure of the shackles, forming a beautiful yet desolate crescent arc, leaving her no room to twist. The oppressive feeling from the cage was no less than a thousand pounds of weight. To withstand it, all the beautiful muscles on Yang Ting's jade-like back tensed with all their might, like distinct blocks of white jade sculpted by a master craftsman, stunningly beautiful. However, the imperial envoy supervising the process showed no pity. He ordered the blacksmith to tighten the nuts another turn, then filled the gaps with molten iron until they were completely welded shut. "Mmm... ah!" The beautiful dog in the cage finally could not bear it any longer and let out a muffled groan of protest. Not long after, beads of fragrant sweat began to seep from Yang Ting's snow-white skin due to her exertion, as if coated with essential oil. They glistened and shone, reflecting a seductive glazed color under the sunlight, making her appear even more voluptuous and graceful. Finally, to facilitate the transport of the cage, the blacksmith welded two handles onto the surface of the buttock and foot shackles. However, the position of these handles was rather indecent, located diagonally above Yang Ting's peachy buttocks. If a man were to enjoy the exquisite orifice within the cage, these handles would be perfectly placed to provide leverage during intercourse. After completion, the meticulous imperial envoy personally inspected it and discovered a crack that the blacksmith had previously chiseled into the neck and hand shackles. He frowned, quickly ordered the blacksmith to repair it, and then instructed him to weld shut the lock holes and gaps of the buttock and foot shackles with molten iron, extinguishing Yang Ting's last sliver of hope. As the molten iron flowed into the final shackle gap, Yang Ting's proud and arrogant face, which had been so since she first saw the imperial envoy, finally revealed a trace of panic. She cried out in a娇声 (delicate, high-pitched voice), "Wait, wait a moment... Stop for this general!!" However, the molten iron did not heed her cries. Upon contact with the air, it rapidly solidified, forming an indestructible bond of profound iron, like an invisible hand, seizing Yang Ting's soul and stripping away all her hopes for the rest of her life. "What? Now you know to beg for mercy?" the imperial envoy sneered coldly. "Hmph...!" Yang Ting bit her red lips tightly, filled with resentment. Would she have to spend her entire life in this narrow cage? No... No...!

As a general, recapturing the Sixteen Prefectures of Yan-Yun had long been Yang Ting's greatest ambition. She never expected that the current Emperor would be content with his corner of the world, merely clinging to survival, with no intention of reclaiming lost territory! "Is the peace Your Majesty speaks of achieved at the cost of ceding land and paying reparations?!" Yang Ting questioned. Emperor Huizong frowned, his voice laced with anger, "Audacious slave! How dare you presume to comment on my governance! Guards, gag her mouth!" "Foolish ruler! You are a foolish ruler! If this continues, the Great Song dynasty will surely be ruined in your hands! Mmmph mmmph ooh...!" Yang Ting's curses grew more impassioned as she struggled. The plump, fleshy mounds of her buttocks flexed and parted within the cangue, and as her delicate feet swayed, the large toe adorned with a toe ring accidentally snagged her clitoral piercing, causing her to tremble and involuntarily release a stream of hot, lewd urine. The sensation made Yang Ting's vision blur. When she came to her senses, she found a metal gag clamped between her teeth, forcing her to roar in fury: "Mmmghhh! Oooohhh! Oooohhh...!!" Seeing the situation escalating, Li Zhongcheng immediately used a fishing line with a hook to grasp her tongue ring and pull it taut towards the center beneath the neck-and-hand cangue, stretching her slender, pink tongue out of her jade mouth. The two tongue studs piercing her tongue side-by-side were clearly visible. This time, Yang Ting was utterly incapable of uttering another disobedient word. She could only glare at the incompetent emperor before her with furious resentment, her tongue lolling out, saliva dripping, her pearly teeth nearly crushing the metal gag. Emperor Huizong chuckled, "Haha, excellent. I do enjoy seeing that expression on your face~!" With that, he picked up his brush and began to paint with practiced ease. An hour later, a lifelike painting titled "The Slave's Plea" was completed. Emperor Huizong set down his brush, gazing at Yang Ting's still defiant expression, and said with a smile, "According to the strictest regulations, this rebellious slave shall be immured in the wall!" Li Zhongcheng immediately obeyed. He reinserted the plugs into Yang Ting's urethra and nipple holes, then retrieved a specially made metal dildo. Its length was nearly twice that of an ordinary man's, and its end was attached to a crossbar. Two short legs extended from the ends of the crossbar, parallel to the dildo, resembling a very long "mountain" character with a vertical stroke in the middle. He lifted Yang Ting's jaw, which was forced open by the gag, and inserted the thick, long dildo entirely into her throat, pushing until the skin of her jade neck bulged into a horrifying cylindrical shape before he stopped. "Mmmph mmmph nngh—!" Yang Ting gasped for breath, choked by the thick, long dildo. She felt as though it was about to pierce her stomach. Her beautiful head was forced to tilt back obediently, her throat uncontrollably contracting in dry heaves, her eyes reddening, tears welling up. The two legs attached to the sides of the dildo were as long as her pretty face and rested precisely on the surface of the neck-and-hand cangue. Li Zhongcheng then ordered it to be welded to the iron cangue. Thus, for the rest of her life, she would be forced to hold her head up, bite down on the gag, and keep the dildo in her mouth, her tongue lolling out under the pull of the tongue studs, forever denied any opportunity to complain or plead her case. This was not the end. Li Zhongcheng then ordered two small cotton balls to be inserted deep into Yang Ting's ear canals and sealed with paraffin. He then used a nasal hook with a cork stopper to seal off her sense of smell. Finally, a thick strip of black cloth was used to blindfold her eyes, which were filled with resentment. "Mmmph mmmph ooh!!!" Yang Ting let out futile, low moans of protest. The fluff of the cotton balls tickled her eardrums, making them feel both sensitive and itchy, yet she could not hear any external sounds. The blindfold blocked all light, the dildo thrust deep into her throat silenced all speech, and the cork stopper severely restricted her breathing, preventing her from smelling anything at all. Unable to see, speak, hear, or smell, with no part of her body able to move, a suffocating despair washed over her, driving her to struggle violently once more. But the welded dark iron cage remained as steadfast as a mountain, causing her bones and muscles to ache, allowing not even a ripple of resistance. In the darkness, she felt her body being lifted, along with the cangue, like a lamb awaiting slaughter, and slowly moved towards the cavity in the slave wall... Could it be... that this general would truly be confined within this narrow wall cavity for the rest of her life? No... No! Please... don't do this to me...!

Last time, Yang Ting, after executing a treacherous minister, was imprisoned in the imperial censorate's prison, confined within the "Atonement Cage Wall." Reduced to a cage slave, only her peach-like buttocks and tender feet were exposed to the daylight. Her nipples were pierced and fitted with plugs, and her labia were pierced and spread apart. Ten jade toes were adorned with toe rings, and her left and right big toes were connected to a clitoral ring, so any movement would send tremors through her entire body. A neck and hand shackle forged from dark iron firmly secured her skilled hands, accustomed to the spear, behind her head on either side. Her arms were forced outward, revealing the beautiful curve of her shoulder blades on her back. Her slender jade legs, which had slain countless enemies, were shackled at the thighs to her waist, and her ankles were locked by foot shackles, forcing her into a humiliating kneeling posture with her buttocks raised high. Branded onto her round, raised buttocks, fixed by the shackle's opening, was the character "奴" (slave), signifying her status. Below this, the snowy soles of her feet were tattooed with the criminal markings "淫囚" (lustful prisoner) and "犯妇" (offending woman). No matter how unwilling she was, these humiliating brands and tattoos would be with her forever, with nowhere to hide. Her heroic and spirited eyes were covered with a black cloth, blocking her vision. Her ear canals were sealed with cotton balls and wax, her nostrils plugged with corks that filtered scents, and her jade mouth was fitted with a phallic gag welded to the shackle, thrust deep into her throat. This forced the unjustly accused female general to tilt her beautiful head back, unable to turn her neck even a fraction. The severity of the iron shackle's restraint was absolute, from her hair to her toes, not a single joint could move, and even trembling was extremely difficult. Her sight, hearing, smell, and taste were all deprived. For a woman, this was more torturous than eighteen levels of hell. Her senses were reduced to touch alone, amplifying every stimulation to her peach buttocks and beautiful feet. Even more agonizing, her honeyed orifice and the soles of her feet were smeared with the court's potent aphrodisiac, "Nine Heavens of Ultimate Bliss Paste"! Even the slightest breeze entering her flower path, or passing through her toes, would make her writhe with unbearable itching. Her labia, pulled wide by six thin chains attached to the labial rings, revealed a glistening, moist inner wall of her greatly expanded honeyed orifice, influenced by the aphrodisiac. The sinuous folds writhed and pulsed, the layers of seductive flesh plump and gleaming, tirelessly secreting lustful fluids, as if a courtesan, filled with longing, was desperately trying to entice a visitor. Furthermore, her delicate and tender anus was pulled open by a thick, hard cast-iron anal hook, stretched into a long, narrow oval shape, causing immense pain. Her full, round buttocks were lewdly lifted by the anal hook, like two pieces of choice meat hung on display for sale. Even her small and exquisite urinary orifice was not spared. Internal pearls occupied most of her bladder space, while her sensitive urethra was completely blocked by a hawthorn-shaped urethral plug, preventing a single drop of urine from escaping, making her wish for death from the unbearable pressure. "Release this general! Ahh—! Damned treacherous ministers…! Ignorant ruler…! You will all face retribution…!" Yang Ting cursed the entire Song dynasty court a hundred times in her heart. However, the words that reached her lips were transformed by the phallic gag into a series of bone-chilling, seductive moans. The center of the phallic gag had been hollowed out, connected to a one-finger-wide tube that passed through a hole in the wall, connecting to the outside. This served as the sole breathing passage for those imprisoned within the wall cavity. On the other side of this "Atonement Cage Wall," Yang Ting's bell-like mournful cries mingled with the repentant gasps of over a dozen other female cage slaves, forming a captivating symphony of moans. Imprisoned within the cage wall, confined within the cavity, Yang Ting could not distinguish day from night. She tried to count her breaths to mark time, but eventually lost track. Her mind seemed to be burning with lust, her consciousness empty, and she had no idea how many hours had passed. Suddenly, she felt the touch of fingers on her buttocks…! Someone was writing on her buttocks! "Cage slave Yang, you are now permitted to answer this official's questions with your body. If the answer is 'yes,' contract your anus once. If the answer is 'no,' contract it twice." As the writing was completed, the person pulled out the anal hook from her anus with a "pop." Her stretched, peach-colored anus, elastic and full, quickly returned to a delicate and plump fleshy flower, squeezing out a few strands of glistening intestinal fluid. However, her anus did not contract as instructed. The person then wrote the same sentence on her buttocks again. With her internal martial arts, Yang Ting could sense even dust falling on her buttocks. She had already understood the words written by the person's fingers. But the pride of a military general would never allow her to debase herself by communicating with her anus. "This is utterly outrageous!" Yang Ting cursed in her heart. Her mouth, filled with the fake phallus, could only emit a low groan of indignation. But this time, the person seemed to have exhausted their patience. A whip lashed across the soft flesh of her unguarded soles, leaving a bright red welt. "Guaaaaaah—!" Yang Ting cried out in pain. Her jade feet instinctively tried to dodge, accidentally pulling on the clitoral ring. Instantly, an electric current surged up her spine, causing her entire body to tremble. "Do you understand? Answer me!" the person continued to write on her buttocks. Yang Ting was naturally stubborn. Being forced, she was even less willing to comply, stubbornly refusing to respond. Seeing this, the person behind her whipped her buttocks and soles several more times. The final whip landed precisely on her tender, lustful clitoris, which was encircled by a golden ring! "Oooohhh ah~!" Yang Ting could not help but cry out, her labia, pulled apart by the thin chains, trembling simultaneously and releasing a large amount of sticky, lustful fluid. "If you still don't understand, this official has a hundred ways to make you understand!" the person wrote, their finger strength even heavier than before.