In the dimly lit dungeon, his wife's stunningly beautiful body was being cruelly violated.
Huangpu Wudi and his men were relentlessly toying with her, trying to force her to beg for mercy and submit.
Huangpu Wudi was furious. After exhausting himself for a whole day, his wife still mocked his impotence.
His wife's fiery nature enraged him, but the other men in the Demon Hall harbored a strange fondness for her.
Especially Pang Xing. However, due to the rules he himself had established within the Demon Hall, he couldn't yet demand the right to toy with Huangpu Wudi's wife, though he was already planning how to ravage this fiery beauty.
Now, his wife's hands were tied high, and one of Huangpu Wudi's men was behind her, pounding into her ample buttocks.
His wife's exquisite anus was giving him unprecedented pleasure.
His wife's buttocks were being pounded with loud "slaps," and her vaginal fluids flowed down her legs.
While her anus was being violated, a strong, burly man was whipping her body with a leather whip in front of her.
Each lash left a bright red mark, the man focusing his "care" on her large breasts and her dripping vagina.
Although his wife couldn't use her internal energy to resist, her powerful physique could still withstand the cruel whipping, though the whip still left red welts on her body.
This cruel punishment had been going on for two hours, her anus being pounded while she was whipped.
Huangpu Wudi had used this method to make many unyielding female warriors beg for mercy, becoming submissive bitches.
Now, when he used this method, he expected his wife to submit, call him master, and beg for forgiveness.
However, his wife's reaction disappointed him again.
When his son first inserted his penis into his wife's anus, she immediately twisted her hips to meet his thrusts, saying, "Huangpu, you good-for-nothing! You've been fucking me all day and haven't done anything to me, and now you're letting your son fuck me too. Come on, my cunt's still empty. Let's see how I make you two submit!"
His wife's contemptuous words enraged Huangpu Wudi. He said fiercely, "You slut, don't be so smug. You'll be begging for mercy soon."
With that, he waved his hand, and a burly man immediately appeared in front of his wife with a whip.
Then he swung the whip and lashed out at his wife.
With a "crack," a welt appeared on his wife's full breast.
Caught off guard by the sudden blow, his wife screamed, "Ah!" Seeing his wife's reaction, Huangpu Wudi burst into laughter, then said, "You slut, it's not too late to beg for mercy now, as long as you swear to be my bitch. Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences."
Knowing what was coming, his wife, while swaying her hips to please Huangpu Wudi's son, looked at the smug Huangpu Wudi with disdain.
Then she said, "Huangpu, you piece of trash, bring it on! I'll take it all. If I beg for mercy, I'll make you my godfather, and you can fuck me and play with me for life."
His wife looked at Huangpu Wudi defiantly, her eyes full of contempt.
Under his wife's contemptuous gaze, they continued to fuck her anus while whipping her.
Throughout this process, his wife showed no intention of begging for mercy; she was completely unfazed by the brutal fucking and cruel whipping.
As time went on, the wife's buttocks swayed faster and faster, and more than a dozen men had come and gone, penetrating her anus.
From Huangpu Wudi's son, Huangpu Hong, to Huangpu Wudi's apprentice, and then to Huangpu Wudi's subordinates.
Her anus had received the semen of more than a dozen men.
The whippings no longer caused her to cry out in pain; on the contrary, each time the whip landed, she would moan lasciviously.
Huangpu Wudi could tell that his wife wasn't faking it.
Because he clearly observed that each time the whip fell, his wife didn't flinch; instead, she welcomed it with her sensitive areas.
When the whip landed on her breasts, she tried to meet it with her nipples.
When the whip landed on her vulva, she tried to spread her legs as wide as possible, hoping the whip would land inside her dripping, wet cunt.
Two hours had passed, and the wife's beautiful body was now covered in marks of abuse. Her front was covered in red welts from the whip; this was the third man to lash her.
The man was exhausted now, but the wife showed no sign of begging for mercy.
The wife continued to sway her hips wantonly, thrusting her body to receive the lashes.
Looking at the man before her, she said, "Useless trash, out of strength? Does it feel good to be whipped with my tits and cunt? If you like it, beg your master. Since you've been working so hard, you can fuck my cunt."
She then provocatively thrust out her swollen, red vulva.
The man glanced at Huangpu Wudi, who waved his hand, and he immediately retreated.
Huangpu Wudi came to the wife and forcefully squeezed her whip-marked breasts.
Then, in a lewd tone, he said to his wife, "Mrs. Long, you forced me to do this. If you don't beg for mercy, I'll get even more cruel!"
His wife replied with a look of disdain, "Hmph, use whatever tricks you have! Even if you kill me, you won't make me beg for mercy."
Hearing his wife's words, he smiled cruelly and then swung his hand to slap his wife's breasts.
With a "smack," his wife's breasts immediately began to jiggle violently.
His wife provocatively cried out, "So good! You useless Huangpu, hit my breasts harder, let me have some fun!"
Huangpu Wudi, having received his wife's words, angrily continued slapping his wife's "breasts," while his wife responded seductively.
Seeing his wife's still contemptuous gaze, Huangpu Wudi clenched his fist in anger and punched her hard in the breast. His wife's body arched back immediately, and she involuntarily cried out in pain.
Then, the heavy punches continued to fall on her breasts, soon turning them bruised and purple.
The heavy punches made his wife experience true masochism. Her previous lovers and he had abused her more than once, but that abuse was for mutual satisfaction, and they all felt very comfortable and happy.
But this abuse was different. Huangpu Wudi felt no love or pity for his wife.
His purpose in abusing her was to make her suffer. His wife understood his intentions, so after the first cry of pain, she didn't cry out again.
The wife continued to look at Huangpu Wudi with disdain, then said in a seductive voice, "Huangpu, you good-for-nothing, doesn't it feel good to hit my tits? I feel incredibly good! Hit me hard! My tits haven't felt this good in ages. If you've got the guts, then beat them to a pulp."
After saying that, the wife held out her tits and let him hit them.
Huangpu Wudi, hearing this, hit even harder, cursing as he did so, "You slut, watch me beat your cheap tits to a pulp. I'll beat you to death..." Later, he didn't just hit his wife's tits; his heavy punches also repeatedly struck her stomach.
The wife experienced this real torture, and gradually, a strange stimulation filled her heart.
Her vaginal fluids flowed more and more, not from the penetration from behind, but from the heavy punches landing on her tits and stomach.
This cruel abuse gave his wife a strange pleasure; she even secretly enjoyed it.
If the man before her weren't a villain, she would have absolutely submitted to him, becoming his submissive bitch.
She even considered finding strangers to abuse her after they escaped.
After slapping his wife's breasts and stomach for a while, Huangpu Wudi immediately committed an even crueler act—a heavy kick to her swollen, wet vulva.
His wife cried out in pain, screaming, "Ah! It hurts! Huangpu, you good-for-nothing, that kick hurts so much! Kick me a few more times! Kick me a little longer and I'll probably beg for mercy. Play with my vulva as much as you want!"
His wife's cries of pain quickly turned into contemptuous provocation, enraging Huangpu Wudi, who kicked her vulva dozens of times in succession.
The wife, in excruciating pain from Huangpu Wuji's kicks, screamed as the agony emanating from her tender vulva intensified.