Chinese torments

After Pan Ping was left a panting and dripping mess on the floor, they rebels yolked her like an ox and marched her out to the square, squealing and shrieking as she was switched with an ox whip! The peasants and the people laughed at poor, humiliated Pan Ping as she stumbled across the cobblestone. “Look at the stupid slut! She thinks she’s a tiger, but she’s really just a whore!” one of the old, toothless drunks guffawed. “You can tell she’s a slut!” one of the tittering housewives said. “Look at all the cum streaming down her thighs! She can’t get enough cock! No wonder her husband was so rich; he was whoring out his own wife!”

Pan Ping was brought to the square before the jeering crowd as a brazier was set in front of her. She was quickly tied to the cross, the tough cords cutting into her soft, ivory skin. Pan Ping tried her best to retain her dignity, but she failed. It’s hard to be respectable when there’s cock cum dripping from your mouth and face! Pan Ping eyed the brazier with fear as sweat covered her lovely body. She licked her lips nervously and tried not to show her terror.

The hooded man was not fooled and did not miss the nervous look in Pan Ping’s eyes. “Oh you needn’t fret, my dear… with a delicious body like yours… you’re not quite ready to be executed… yet!” The masked man pulled a tight, thin cord in tight Pan Ping’s crack that split Pan Ping’s legs apart and opened up her labia, revealing her terrified little clit for all the world to see. “No… you see… I’ve learned an ancient technique from the capital… how to ‘fix’ a woman so she’ll never bear children again! We’ll just burn you deep in your cunt hole, so you can’t birth treasonous babies… then we’ll burn your clit! We can’t have you enjoying yourself as you’re fucked night and day as the free, public fuck pet! Say goodbye to your orgasms… you’re just a thick, greasy fuck piglet now!”