The 7 Kingdom Wars China 234BC Part 1 by Sega
Asianised with permission
BACKGROUND
Ying Zheng, ruler of the Quin (Chin(Chen)),) was set to embark on
his conquest of the Han, Wei, Chu, Yan, Zhao and Qi empires. And
succeed he did. In quick succession the Han(233 BC), Zhao(228 BC),
Yan(227 BC), Wei(225 BC), Chu(223 BC) and finally Qi(221 BC), fell
to his forces. China was unified under one centralized authority for
the first time in its history. Yin Zheng (for whom the Tomb of the
Underground Warriors in Xian was made) took the title of Qin
Shihuang, "The First Emperor" as he had unified China for the first
time.
Despite their dislike of each other these kingdoms feared the Qin
expansion and therefore reluctantly engaged in limited cooperation.
This story is set against this background.
XIA VALLEY CHU KINGDOM 234BC
I'm not scared of her, said Liu Mang to herself but, once again, Xu
Mu's foot lashed out, getting her in the belly. Liu Mang Yan moaned
and crouched, breathing through clenched teeth. Retreating, she saw
out of the corner of her eyes, the taller Xu Mu, her breasts
heaving, cautiously taking a step towards her. The peasants and
farmers gathered around the two women held their breath.
"C'mon, granma!" shouted a little boy. It was Du Fu, Liu Mang's
grandson.
Long haired Liu Mang raised her arms, eyeing her taller foe. The
bitch! She was strong, she was damned strong. That short haired
tavern owner surely deserved her fame! Hissing in effort, Xu Mu
unleashed a most powerful kick, but Liu Mang jumped aside at the
last moment, avoiding the devastating blow. The crowd let an 'ooooh'
of surprise and then, Liu Mang leaped at her foe, shoving the much
feared tavern owner with all her might.
Caught off guard by the farmer's wife's surge, Xu Mu stumbled
backwards, falling in the mud. She tried to get up, but Liu Mang
kicked her in her face.
"That's it, Liu Mang! Go on! Go on!" urged Wang, the farmer's wife's
husband, as the tall short haired woman fell back on her butt,
looking at Liu Mang in disbelief. She felt a warm creek of blood
pouring on her chin. She tried to get up, but her hands slid in the
mud and Liu Mang dived on her, forcing the short haired woman flat
on her back. A violent struggle ensued and both women began to pant,
rolling and snaking in the mud. After a while, Liu Mang succeeded in
maneuvering Xu Mu onto her right side and then, as the tall short
haired woman twisted wildly, she got her in a neck lock.
A most powerful neck lock, realized Xu Mu, breathing heavily. Her
husband the tavern owner pursed his lips and shouted:
"Scratch her face, Xu Mu! Scratch her!"
The others mumbled. Poor Lin Sen! Not only was he henpicked but he
was not at all aware that Liu Mang and Xu Mu were fighting because
his wife Xu Mu offered rice farmer Wang to go with her in the wood,
away from the farmers and peasants gathered in the meadow, for the
Harvest Festival. She knew a well-hidden spot, near a spring.
Wang was Liu Mang's man and he was bewildered by this straight
proposal. He simply looked at the tall woman, unable to utter a
single word when the short haired woman grabbed his hand, smiling at
him. However, Liu Mang saw how the short haired woman bitch was
trying to steal her man - it was a most common thing during the
Harvest Festival - and she left the table where she ate and drank
with her friends, joining her husband and Xu Mu. Neither Liu Mang,
nor Wang were young anymore, but they both looked damned well, and
Xu Mu was always willing to "try" a strong and proud man…
Wang, the farmer, was indeed, strong and proud. Rumors said he owed
the longest hard dick around the Xia Valley. In fact probably all of
the Chu Kingdom (now Hubei on the Yangze River). Besides, Xu Mu also
wanted to show everyone that she could steal, anytime, with
impunity, any woman's man from the valley. Xu Mu was tall and big.
Xu Mu was feared. Xu Mu was the strongest woman in the Xia Valley.
She was a bully, damn her! And, above all, she was paid to challenge
the strong farmer's wife…
But Liu Mang decided to not step aside.
Liu Mang hardened the neck lock, making the short haired woman moan.
She's not that strong, thought the farmer's wife. I wonder why the
other women feared her so much…
"Scratch her, Xu Mu! Scratch the bitch!" shouted Lin Sen again.
"Strangle her, Liu Mang!" shouted Wang, the farmer, tapping his
grandson on the shoulder. "Be proud of your grandma," he said.
But he was anxious. As everyone else around, he was well aware of Xu
Mu's fame.
The tall, short haired woman began to breathe quickly. She
desperately tried to lay her muddy hand on the farmer's wife's face,
but strong Liu Mang always turned her face, leaning with all her
weight on her foe. I must not let her breathe! She must not breathe,
damn her!
However, Xu Mu was fighting back. She had her fame to stand for. She
hooked Liu Mang's left thigh with her foot, and hugged her, trying
to roll the farmer's wife belly up, but the farmer's wife held on.
Breathing in short gasps, she pressed her chin on her foe's neck and
leaned over Xu Mu's face with all her weight. The short haired woman
let out a moan of pain and her foot slipped off Liu Mang's thigh.
"Fight, grandma… Fight!" shouted small Du Fu.
Gathering her strength, Xu Mu snaked and wriggled in the mud, trying
to relieve the pressure of the farmer's wife's hold. The men and the
women around began to mumble but still, the much feared tavern owner
remained beneath her foe, unable to escape the dreadful hold. Liu
Mang hardened the waist hug, and felt, in relief, that she over
powered her foe. She strengthened the neck lock, and Xu Mu went
stiff, trying to keep going. Some moments passed by and Liu Mang
felt the crowd's anxious eyes stick to them. Everyone waited. Would
Xu Mu escape the hold? Would Liu Mang finish off her foe?
It was a much awaited clash, since Xu Mu
had became the most feared woman around. Everyone said that only Liu
Mang could stand any chance in facing the tall tavern owner, and
many thought that Xu Mu provoked the fight only to prove who the
best woman in Xia's Valley was.
It was half true…
Xu Mu began to throw herself about. She tried to hit Liu Mang in the
thighs with her foot, but the farmer's wife hardened the lock until
her foe began to make choking sounds. Overwhelmed, Xu Mu went stiff.
She looked around and saw Liu Mang Yan, the Chu court mandarin from
the capital of Wuhan, who had paid her a week ago. He wanted to make
sure if the feared tavern owner was in peak condition. I'll crush
that bitch, she had said Xu Mu, when Yen Shi-Shan mentioned Liu
Mang's name as a challenger.
"Strangle her, Liu Mang!" shouted Wang. "Strangle her! The big cow
is almost out…"
Desperately, Xu Mu began to punch Liu Mang in the kidneys, but her
blows were too weak. The farmer's wife increased the pressure of her
hold, making the short haired woman groan. Seeing the court official
staring at her and fearful of her promised rewards, Xu Mu did her
best to resist. She grabbed the farmer's wife's mane and yanked her
head backwards, but this only enraged Liu Mang who hardened the neck
lock even more. Some moments passed by and then, Xu Mu suddenly
exhaled and rolled belly up, unable to resist anymore. Neck caught
under Liu Mang's armpit, she raised her left calf in the air, while
her right leg stretched straight in the mud; an obvious sign of
yielding. Her grey robe had already rolled up, exhibiting her
powerful thighs.
"There she is, Liu Mang! She's yours!" shouted her husband.
The farmer's wife knew Xu Mu reputation well, however, and she
hastily mounted her, wanting to make sure she defeated her. The
taller woman bucked in desperation and managed to roll on her belly;
panting loudly, she tried to crawl away from beneath the farmer's
wife, but Liu Mang hung on, placing her buttocks over her foe's.
Then, she grabbed Xu Mu's short greasy mane and, leaning on the
short haired woman's head, she forced her face in the mud. A
collective gasp of astonishment ran through the farmers, as they all
understood that Big Mouth Xu Mu had finally met her 'teacher', as
they said in the mountains near Xia. No other country woman, maid,
farmer's wife or whatever, had managed to beat her. But it seemed
that Xu Mu's good times were gone…
"Get up, Xu Mu! Get the hell up!" urged her husband Lin Sen, but the
feared tavern owner could barely move. Liu Mang leant with all her
weight on the back of her head, slowly but steadily burying Xu Mu's
face in the mud. The short haired woman began to squirm,
frantically, desperately, as she ran out of air - she pushed on both
palms, she writhed and she twisted, but there was no way she could
dismount heavy Liu Mang. The women gathered around the camp fire
started to shout in rhythm, enjoying Xu Mu's defeat and Liu Mang
placed her knee over her foe's back of the neck, while still burying
her face in the mud with both hands.
"Fantastic!" shouted the Chu court mandarin.
Xu Mu understood it was all over: her reign over the other women of
the valley had reached an end, a most shameful end. She threw
herself about, trying to break free for the last time, but the
shouts she heard from the on-lookers reminded her of the day when
she defeated Wei, the wild woman from the big city. Her movements
became uncoordinated, as she lacked air, but big Liu Mang didn't
stop the punishment. Damn Yen Shi-Shan's money - desperately, Xu Mu
managed to twist her face and she screamed:
"I… I give… damn it, woman… I giiive!"
Liu Mang, however, wouldn't halt the punishment. She leaned as hard
as she could on her knee, sensing that her knee cap was crushing her
foe's neck. That will teach her a lesson!
Xu Mu began to yell in desperation: "Noo… nooooooo… noooooooooooo…
Please… Let me be! Let me beeeee!"
"Let go of her! Set her free, Liu! You've beaten her! It's enough!"
It's only then that Liu Mang, the farmer's wife from Xia, set her
foe free and got up, acclaimed by the farmers and peasants gathered
in the meadow.
"Will you fight me anymore, whore?" asked big Liu Mang.
Xu Mu rolled belly up, happy to suck in the much needed air. Tears
were flowing down on her cheeks as her husband looked at her,
despising her for her defeat. Yen Shi-Shan, the mandarin, was
already going away. He knew very well what he had to do from now on.
"Will you fight with me anymore, bitch?" asked Liu Mang once more,
placing her dirty foot on Xu Mu's heaving chest.
"No… No…" mumbled Big Mouth Xu Mu, awkwardly squirming in the mud.
"Please, … No!"
The crowd cheered Liu Mang, especially the women. Wang's wife was
known as being good company. She never stole any man from another
woman. She gossiped with them, she sometimes indulged herself in
drinking too much rice wine (who didn't?) but she never fought
without a reason, although she was a big woman too... She was, well,
she was a good wife.
"See? That's my grandma!" bragged small Du Fu, as the heaving
farmer's wife approached her husband.
"I knew I would beat her…" smiled Liu Mang. "I really knew I was
better than her…"
In less than a day, the rumor ran through the whole valley: Liu Mang
had defeated Big Mouth Xu Mu, in a straight fight, before numerous
witnesses, at the Spring Fair…
Nan Yang in HeNan Province Wei 235BC
Yan Sham couldn't believe her eyes. Buried in the haystack, Mu Zi
Mei was riding Wu, Yan Sham's husband. Wu was forcefully pumping the
Chinese woman, making her moan in deep pleasure.
"OhYessssssssss… Yes, Wu! Ooooooooooohhhhh!" shouted Mu Zi. Tears
filled the short haired Yan Sham's eyes as she understood why
lately, her beloved Wu seemed to lack passion when he fucked her. It
was Mu Zi! It was only this damned Mu Zi who was sucking him off! Wu
began to thrust his hips harder and harder, letting out deep moans,
while Mu Zi was riding him for all she was worth.
"Mu Zi… Mu Zi… Mu Zi…"
Oh, my God! He comes! He comes in that cow's cunt! - thought Yan
Sham, unable to avert her eyes from the sight of her groaning
husband. Shaking, he was deeply and mightily fucking that bitch!
That whore… Mu Zi, the swordmaker's wife…Mu Zi's hoarse moans showed
clearly that she was coming too - her full breasts swayed forcefully
and she started to hiss, rhythmically. Yan Sham couldn't stand the
sight anymore and rushed in, deciding to put a halt to their
ecstasy..
.
"You, bloody whore…" she shouted, as she grabbed Mu Zi by her mane,
forcefully pulling her off Wu. Out of the corner of her eye, Yan
Sham saw her husband's proud flagpole, spitting his last drops of
semen in the air, while the swordmaker's wife let a shriek of
bewilderment.
"What the hell…"
Her exclamation ended up in a scream, as Yan Sham shoved her on the
ground, right near the stables.
"Whore!" yelled the short haired woman, throwing a kick at Mu Zi's
hard butts.
"Ayyy!" screamed the semi naked woman and grabbed a hanging harness,
hoisting herself up. She turned to face her assaulter, but a punch
exploded in her face, throwing her against the wooden wall of the
stables, right in front of two horses who looked at her with empty
eyes.
"Yan Sham!" said Mu Zi, opening wide her eyes. "Wu told me you went
to see your mother!"
"D'ye think I'm stupid? D'ye think I'm stupid, whore?" yelled the
short haired woman before charging the swordmaker's wife. She
delivered wild slaps at Mu Zi's face, making her cover her head.
"Take that! And that! And that too!" screamed the furious short
haired woman, as Mu Zi retreated along the wall, crouching. Her
long, grey robe was rolled around her waist, hindering Mu Zi from
easily moving and also showing off her much envied breasts.
"I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget!" threatened Yan Sham
as she prepared to kick the other woman but then, the swordmaker's
wife let a savage yell and charged Wu's wife, embracing her.
Screaming, the entangled women pushed and shoved each other for
awhile before they fell to the ground, yelling and cursing. Wu
couldn't believe his eyes. The wild bitches were slapping,
scratching and biting, as they rolled from here to there, in the
barn. He readily pulled up his pants, buttoning them, unable to take
his eyes away from the two women that struggled savagely.
Oh my God, he realized, that's a real fight! They will go to the
very end, he understood.
Both were big and strong. Yan Sham managed to bite Mu Zi's bare
shoulder, but the swordmaker's wife succeeded in getting the short
haired woman by the hair, pulling her head back for all she was
worth. They were giving brief moans of effort and soon, Yan Sham got
atop. She sunk her teeth deeper and deeper in the swordmaker's
wife's flesh, making her shriek, but the latter held on, bucking and
squirming. She was pulling harder and harder on the short haired
woman's mane, trying to arch her head. Yan Sham gave a muffled
shriek and sought for the brunette's eyes, trying to gouge them, but
then, Mu Zi powerfully bucked her hips, making the short haired
woman lose her balance. Yan Sham gave a yell and Mu Zi violently
rolled, managing to get atop.
Wu's wife continued to bite her foe's shoulder as hard as she could,
making Mu Zi yell from the bottom of her lungs. However, she could
not stop Mu Zi making it to her throat, biting too, and making Yan
Sham scream in dismay. She thrashed beneath the swordmaker's wife,
desperately trying to escape the killing bite, and Mu Zi seized her
chance then, fully mounting Wu's wife and pinning her to the ground.
The short haired woman began to slap her foe from underneath, but Mu
Zi steadied her position over her rival's chest and went for the
choke. The short haired woman let a scream and started to buck her
hips like a wild horse. However, she realized she couldn't dismount
the swordmaker's wife and then, she threw forth both hands, grabbing
her full tits.
"Ayyyy! I'll kill you for that, Yan Sham!" shouted Mu Zi and she
began to slap her foe.
Yan Sham let a scream, but she held on to the breasts, making Mu Zi
shriek from the bottom of her lungs.
"You… bitch!" shouted the swordmaker's wife, rolling off her foe.
Eyes wide open and breathing in fast pace, the short haired woman
crawled backwards. She tried to get up, but Mu Zi charged her on the
spot, forcing Yan Sham on her back. The short haired woman bucked
wildly, but her foe readily grabbed her mane, pinning her head to
the ground. Wu's wife gave a loud shout then, realizing that she was
at her foe's disposal. She bucked, helplessly, she squirmed, but
there was no way she could stop Mu Zi.
"I gotcha, stupid bitch!" snarled the swordmaker's wife and her
fists began to pound into Yan Sham's face, crushing her nostrils and
tearing her lips. Wu's wife screamed, unable to defend herself and
Mu Zi snarled, in triumph, punching her foe harder and harder. Blood
began to pour heavily on the short haired woman's face while all she
could do was to slap back. Her blows, however, were too weak to stop
the other woman's blows.
"Damn it, women! Stop that!" shouted Wu, unable to believe his eyes,
but Mu Zi went on, unabated, fuelled by her foe's weak retaliation.
Yan Sham understood too that she couldn't hold on for long and she
once more struggled to break free from beneath Mu Zi. She began to
throw her legs from side to side, she bucked and she twisted madly -
but she found no way out: Mu Zi was too strong for her. Soon, she
began to let brief screams of frustration, while the swordmaker's
wife turned her face to raw meat. Again, she sought for her foe's
breasts, but Mu Zi steadied the ride and put her shins over the
short haired woman's spread arms, pinning her to the ground.
Wu couldn't believe his eyes. When he began his affair with Mu Zi,
his most dreaded fear was… Yan Sham. His wife was known as the
strongest woman in the county - a wild woman who had always
succeeded in taming her foes… In fact, there was no lady around who
dared to engage Yan Sham in a clash. Lilei, the whore, escaped Wu's
wife only by running away, and strong Zhou, the tailor's wife, could
now barely walk, half-crippled after the wild fight she had with Yan
Sham.
"Now, take that, bitch!" said Mu Zi, hoarsely, as she grabbed Yan
Sham's hair, banging her head against the ground.
The short haired woman held on to Mu Zi's bare breasts, desperately
scratching them, but it was obvious that she couldn't stand the head
banging. Suddenly, Mu Zi took a deep breath and slammed Yan Sham's
head to the ground with all her might. The powerful, short haired
woman went limp on the spot and Mu Zi let out a triumphant shout.
Her hands clutched to the short haired woman's throat then, and she
began to choke Wu's wife for all she was worth.
"I am the woman your man wants to fuck, bitch! He wants to fuck me,
not you!" she hissed.
"Mu Zi, stop that! You kill her!" said Wu. His wife was already
jerking her muscled legs, unable to breathe anymore. Scratching the
ground with her fingers, she was babbling something, but Mu Zi went
on, unabated. She felt the warm moisture that poured off her cunt
and then, she readily made up her mind.
She knew how to fully take revenge on Wu's wife. It was the usual
way between women. She even saw it once, after a whore's fight in a
back street of the capital.
She got up only to place her butts over the short haired woman's
face.
"Now, taste that!" she hissed. "It's your husband's cum, stupid
cow!" she said, rocking her voluminous butts over Yan Sham's face.
The short haired woman began to jerk her arms and legs in brief
spasms. She gave muffled shrieks, but still, Mu Zi went on.
"Let her be, Mu Zi! You kill her!" shouted Wu.
"So, what?" asked Mu Zi. "Who started it?"
"Get off her, Mu Zi! We were just having fun! I fucked you for fun!
Why should you kill her for?"
However, she didn't stop.
"I told you to stop it! I don't want to end up beheaded!" shouted Wu
and grabbed Mu Zi by the hair, dragging her off his wife. He shoved
her away, slamming her against the nearest wall.
"You, bastard!" shouted Mu Zi, as she got up. "What the hell are you
doing?"
"You were killing Yan Sham, damn it!" he said, pointing a finger to
his wife, who was barely breathing on the ground. He felt weird
then, as he saw his semen emptied into Mu Zi now sprayed on Yan
Sham's cheeks. She never allowed him to mouth fuck her, he thought.
"You are stupid!" said Mu Zi, furiously,
and she rushed to Wu, slapping him as hard as she could.
Wu's eyes popped. She hit him really hard.
"Damn you, woman!" he said and approached her. His cheek was
burning. "You, bloody whore!" he cursed and he slapped her at his
turn. Mu Zi's eyes threw wild glares then. She took a deep breath
and slapped Wu back, almost stunning him.
"Damn you, Mu Zi!" he said, breathing quickly. "You will bloody pay
for this!"
"Yeah?… Better take out your ugly wife
and get out of the barn, Wu!"
"Fuck your arse! Not before you pay for this slap!" said the young
man, looking with wild eyes at Mu Zi. He weighed her up. She was as
tall as he was (and Wu was one of the tallest men in the Kingdom of
Wei) but she was only a woman, damned her! How dare she slap him?
Wu rushed at her, trying to tumble her in the hay, but Mu Zi engaged
him in a test of strength. They began to struggle for control. The
young man pushed her as hard as she could, but Mu Zi held on. She
propped her forehead against his and shoved him backwards, pushing
with her strong legs. He retreated quickly, trying to make her lose
her balance, but Mu Zi bent and parted her legs like a man, still
fighting him.
He rushed in then, but she resisted, looking at him with wild eyes.
She's a hell of a woman, said Wu to himself. He was somehow
embarrassed, but Mu Zi's wild pull and shove made him gather his
strength, trying to get her in a neck lock that would wear her out,
once and for all. By then, Yan Sham had half risen, looking
bewildered at the violent struggle between her husband and his
mistress. Wu did his best to capture Mu Zi's neck under his arm, but
his fast paced breathing showed obviously that the woman matched him
in strength. Suddenly, she pushed him with all her might, forcing
him against the wall and, after awhile, the man couldn't avoid
anymore the mutual hug that the woman seemed to seek.
Yan Sham covered her mouth with her hands and her eyes popped out.
Her husband was giving all that he could but still, he couldn't
overcome the swordmaker's wife. Covered in embarrassment, Wu tried
to tumble the wild woman, but Mu Zi pushed harder, pressing him
against the wall.
"Bloody woman!" he hissed. He broke the
hug and slapped her powerfully, throwing Mu Zi backwards. She
grinned, in fury and then, she jumped at him, shoving Wu backwards
in a wild outburst of power. Bewildered by her surge, the man
stumbled and his back hit the wooden wall of the barn. He slapped
her as hard as he could, but then, Mu Zi let a scream and she began
to slap him so rapidly that Wu had to crouch, covering his head.
"Wu…" mumbled Yan Sham, hardly believing her eyes.
"Let's get finished with this stupid game!" he hissed and he charged
his opponent, throwing punch after punch to the face but then, Mu Zi
slapped him even harder, dazing the young mason. Bewildered, Wu
punched her with all his might, but the swordmaker's wife held on
and soon, her heavy slaps overwhelmed him. The mason retreated once
more and soon, he found himself cornered, right near the cows that
were ruminating, as if nothing happened. Desperate, he tried to
fight back, but the woman's slaps were too hard for him - suddenly,
one of her powerful blows got him in the balls, knocking his air
off, and Wu crouched in front of Mu Zi, helplessly.
"Damit, woman!" he hissed, but the woman was now slapping him in the
back of his head, stunning him for good.
"Wu…" shouted Yan Sham, desperately, when she saw him fall to his
knees, covering his head with both arms.
The wild woman began to kick him and her feet found their way to
Wu's ribs, making the mason howl in fear. Ashamed, he did his best
to get up and he tried to embrace Mu Zi's legs and tumble her, but
the swordmaker's wife hammer butted him in the head with all her
might. Wu fell to the ground, on all fours. Another kick exploded in
his head, making him scream:
"Damit, woman, stop that!"
Yan Sham got up on unsteady legs, trying to help her husband, but
furious Mu Zi saw her and turned to face her. Wu's wife yelled,
charging the brunette, but the swordmaker's wife kicked her between
the thighs, making the short haired woman scream as she curled in
front of her.
"Oh my God… My cuuuunt…" howled the short haired woman.
Mu Zi retreated then, looking with red streaked eyes at her two
foes.
"Stupid bastards!", she said and kicked Wu once again, getting him
in the face.
The mason let a scream and tried to crawl away on knees and elbows,
but Mu Zi kicked him again in the belly, halting him in his tracks.
He rolled on the ground, getting near Yan Sham who, crouched on her
knees, could barely breathe.
"Please… Mu Zi… stop… that…" he begged, feeling he couldn't take it
anymore.
It's only then that Mu Zi seemed to realize what she did, as if she
awakened from a nightmare.
"Take your bitch and leave my courtyard,
Wu! Leave my courtyard before I kill you both!" she said, blinking
in fast pace.
"Lets' go, Wu…" mumbled Yan Sham, scared. "Let's go! She almost
killed us…"
"You are right, bitch! I can kill you
both! Now, take Wu by the hand and leave my courtyard!" ordered Mu
Zi, swallowing her spittle. "Go away, or else…"
"All right… all right…" said Yan Sham. "We leave, Mu Zi! We leave!"
She took Wu by the hand and helped him to get up. Baffled, they
stumbled towards the door.
"Please… don't say this to… anyone…" begged the young man as they
got out.
"Bastard! I'm sorry that I allowed you to taste my cunt, you, stupid
prick!" hissed Mu Zi before shoving them out.
A week later, the whole village was aware that Bigwoman Mu Zi, as
she was known in Nangyong, had beaten the young mason and his wife,
because the man didn't rise up to her… 'fucking' expectations, as it
was said. It was pretty strange, since everyone knew damned well
that he was a strong young man, while Yan Sham was not a woman you
could play with, the way you wanted.
Anyway, neither Wu, nor Yan Sham, left their home for a whole week.
One of their neighbors said that the man's face was bruised, while
Yan Sham could not even look in the mirror: she was too scared to
see her nice face crushed and swollen. However, the swordmaker, as
with all the husbands in the world, was never told the story. Months
later, he would look at his wife with much wonder and respect, when
seeing that the mason and his wife Yan Sham always saluted her so
humbly.
Final Trials for Chu Kingdom
Propping her muscled butts against the
wall of the dining room, the Emperor's number one fighting concubine
Sun Fu Ming bent from her waist and covered her head with both arms.
The farmer's wife was pulling her by the hair, while powerfully
punching her in the top of the head. Sun Fu Ming, a strong whore
from Pei who had fought her way to her present position, understood
she had no way out. The peasant was much stronger than her. She
looked, beseechingly, at Yen Shi-Shan, the mandarin she had offered
so many unbelievable moments in her bed. His face was frozen like
ice. A most powerful punch exploded in Sun Fu Ming's head and she
fell on all fours. Her head was hanging between her shaking arms.
Snot poured from her broken nostrils, mingling with her blood. Her
legs were trembling. It was all over.
"I… I had enough…" she begged.
"That's some woman!" said Imperial court advisor Deng Xa, staring at
the big, naked, farmer's wife, who arched her foe's head by the
hair. Barely breathing, strong Sun Fu Ming knelt on all fours, her
head pulled back by the hair. Her strong arms were shaking. She
sought mercy in their eyes.
"Please… woman… have pity…"
However, Liu Mang tossed her by the head, making the strong whore
yell, desperately. The court advisor nodded. The farmer's wife was
in full control.
"How old is our peasant, Yen Shi-Shan?" he asked.
"Who knows, Liu Mang is a farmer's wife from Xia Valley and, as you
can imagine, she never knew her age."
Deng Xia threw another glance at Sun Fu Ming. Yen Shi-Shan said she
was the strongest whore in the Wei Kingdom. She was a hell of a
woman, all right, but the sight of her swaying breasts, her rolling
eyes and her trembling legs said everything - she was scared to
death. In fact, Liu Mang easily over powered her. The Court advisor
nodded slightly towards the farmer's wife, motioning her to finish
off the whore.
"Nooooooooooo Dooooooon't…" uttered the whore, but the farmer's wife
chuckled. She joined fists above her head and then, she dropped to
her knees, hammer butting Sun Fu Ming in the small of her back, with
all her might. A loud crack was heard.
"Nooooooooooooooo…" wailed Sun Fu Ming, crumpling on the floor. Eyes
wide open, she tried to crawl away, but her strong legs were numb.
After awhile, she felt a warm liquid bathing her inner thighs and
she realized that her bladder was emptying. Liu Mang placed her foot
on the brunette's back of the neck and looked at the Court advisor,
waiting for his order. Sun Fu Ming sighed. The peasant was doing to
her what she, Sun Fu Ming, also did to her beaten foes.
"No… Please… woman… I can lick… Let me lick your cunt! Let me lick
your cunt," she offered, hastily, as any beaten woman from the Pei
backstreets used to do.
"Leave her," said Deng Xia and motioned the big farmer's wife to
approach him. Liu Mang was taller than him. She had rough, but
attractive traits - a wide big nose, a rather wide forehead and
straight lips. Her black hair was so long that it reached the small
of her back. She had dark brown eyes that threw an almost icy glare.
Deng Xia eyed her from head to toe... Yes... She seemed to be a good
choice...
Liu Mang blushed and she covered her big breasts with an arm, while
cupping her thick genital hair with the other hand. Yes, thought
Deng Xia. She is big and strong. Liu Mang, a farmer's wife...
However...
"I assume she is around 40," noticed the Court advisor,
thoughtfully.
"You are right," smiled Yen Shi-Shan. "She has a daughter of 24 and
a son of 16. Priest Zien says that women usually marry around 16 in
Xia Valley so, 40 is her most probable age... Anyway, whatever her
age, she looks damned good for our purpose! After all, her foe is
only 27, but that didn't help her."
"That, I can see!" noticed the Court advisor.
He looked at the strong whore. She propped on her palms but still,
she couldn't get up. Her muscled legs were limp and she was still
pissing, unable to hold herself. Then, she collapsed on the floor,
breathing in fast pace.
"Holy God!" exclaimed Yen Shi-Shan. "It
looks like Liu Mang broke her spine!"
The mandarin snapped his fingers and two servants readily came in,
looking with eyes wide open at the farmer's wife. They were scared.
They never thought that two women could fight as such. One of them
tried to help Sun Fu Ming on her feet, but her legs were motionless.
"No Noooooooo…" she whispered. "I don't feel my… legs…"
"She… she can't move, your Excellency!" said the servant. Yen
Shi-Shan went near them.
"You promised me a… golden necklace…" mumbled the whore, when seeing
the mandarin.
"You'll have it, sweet Sun Fu Ming!" smiled Yen Shi-Shan. "Take her
out!" he ordered the two servants who, without a word, grabbed the
paralyzed whore's wrists and dragged her out of the dining room.
"Yen Shi-Shan… Yen Shi-Shan…" uttered the strong whore, but the
mandarin didn't answer, approaching the Imperial Court advisor.
"You did her, woman…" smiled the Court advisor, looking at Liu Mang.
"You really did her…"
"I wanted to please you… your Excellency," said Liu Mang, blinking.
She was still breathing heavily. That woman had been very strong,
even stronger than Xu Mu. But Liu Mang had beaten her. She looked at
Sun Fu Ming's body, as the two servants dragged her, and she
understood that the whore will never walk again.
"I wanted to please you…" she said again and Deng Xia tapped her
cheek. Then, he began to walk around her, puffing now and then.
"Turn around, woman!" he suddenly ordered, and Liu Mang began to
turn easily, toward her left. She gazed around like a captured
animal and she swallowed her spittle. She didn't know why the Court
advisor's soldiers brought her to Deng Xia's fortress. She didn't
know why she had to undress in front of the Court advisor and why he
was staring at her like that. She didn't know why she had to fight
that whore. She blushed even more when the Court advisor approached
her from behind, but she decided to shut up. Deng Xia was her mighty
landlord - he was ruling the whole county from the highest mountains
near Xia, up to some faraway river she only heard about. In fact, he
was such a powerful man that he was the main advisor to the 9 year
old boy King Wa.
Hm! The Court advisor had promised her husband some twenty acres of
land near Xia if she did well. But, what was her assignment? What
was the Court advisor up to? She didn't know.
The Court advisor approached her even more, until she felt the draft
of his breath upon her face. He noticed her tanned skin and the
delicate wrinkles that spread from her eyes. He ordered her to show
her teeth and he saw, with satisfaction, that her gums were healthy.
Her breath didn't smell. And…What a pity, he thought. This woman
could have been a most stunning appearance at the court, provided
she would have been of noble descent.
"What do you say, Yen Shi-Shan?" asked the Court advisor.
"She looks good and she did well, but still, I would like to test
her... my way. If you allow me, your Excellency!" said the old
mandarin.
"Proceed!" said Deng Xia.
"Rest your hands on your hips, woman! And keep your back straight!"
ordered Yen Shi-Shan.
Blushing, Liu Mang did as she was ordered. She had more than
generous breasts, surmounted by huge, brown areolas; her round
nipples, the size of a cherry, proudly tasted the air. She had broad
hips and strong legs, very strong legs, noticed Yen Shi-Shan, as a
connoisseur... Her calves and thighs were muscled and nervous and,
despite their... obvious strength, they exhibited the delicate
shapes of the hind legs of a mare...
"Bend, woman!" ordered Yen Shi-Shan.
Liu Mang did so and, instantly, her massive butts hardened like
rock. Yen Shi-Shan approached her and began to feel her tense thighs
and the bulging muscles of her arse. The Court advisor's counselor
felt then her hanging belly, as if he was weighting it - large
enough, it pleased him.
"Strong legs... powerful arse... a thick belly that allows her to
stand the belly blows... And, besides, she did Sun Fu Ming… I think
she's fit, your Excellency! She's a good choice, all right!"
"I don't want to make the least mistake, Yen Shi-Shan! Do you
understand me?"
"I do, your Excellency! I do!" he looked around, thoughtfully, and
he said, confidently: "She is fit, Court advisor!"
"All right, then! Dress up, woman, and
take a seat!" ordered the Court advisor. "I reckon, too, that she
might fulfill my wishes. She's strong, tall, and she's a true
warrior..."
"You saw her at work," said Yen Shi-Shan, "Besides, Liu Mang has
beaten the most feared woman in the valley, no more than three weeks
ago..."
"How come you did it, woman?" asked Deng Xia.
"That whore wanted to... she wanted to fuck my husband, your
Excellency! Yes! Xu Mu wanted to fuck Li Sen! But, I don't get
scared so easy. I beat her! I gave her a beating she'll never
forget! Now, she gets out of my way any time she sees me!" she
bragged when seeing Deng Xia's glittering eyes.
"I'm pleased to hear this..." grinned the Court advisor. "Was that
woman stronger than the whore you've just beaten?"
"No, your Excellency! But, please believe me… I could have killed
them both, if I wanted! I'm sure I could have killed them… If you
would have told me, I would have broken the whore's neck, your
Excellency!"
"I know… I know…" smiled Deng Xia.
The farmer's wife smiled too, happy to see her landlord's smile and
covered herself with a robe. She took a seat, at the corner of the
dining room. She looked around her. What a place to live in! Her
home in the land was half buried in the ground and had a single room
in which she and Wang lived together with their son. What does the
Court advisor need such a big home for, she asked herself.
"All right, then! You have almost month ahead of you, my dear Yen
Shi-Shan!" finally said the Court advisor. "By then, the King of the
Wei Empire will organize the great meeting, as usual at this time of
the year. Take Liu Mang and train her, Yen Shi-Shan! Teach her the
best tricks in the book, you got that? I'm tired of the King' stupid
boasting and I don't want his bloody banquet to end the way it
always does..."
"Well, your Excellency! To say the truth, none of our women have
ever won against his!"
"That's the point, Yen Shi-Shan! This will be the first time when
one of our peasants will win in the Wei Kingdom, and I want to teach
this King a lesson he'll never forget! A Chu, even if we talk about
an ordinary woman, will never submit in front of a Wei! Just do your
job, Yen Shi-Shan, and I'll pay you well!"
Final Trials for Wei
"Mu Zi! Mu Zi! Where are you?" asked the
swordmaker, running like mad toward the blacksmith shop. His wife
poked her head from behind a forge. Smiling as always, she was still
beating the white hot metal .
"What's the big hurry, Zheng?" she blinked.
"Come, Mu Zi, come! A priest from the King's court is here and he
wants to see you. Now!"
"What?!" asked the woman and rushed out of the forge, wiping the
back of her hands against her heavy robe.
She was a tall woman. A big, tall Chinese Wei woman, as the priest
of Nan Yang had described her to the Wei Court High priest. She was
a nice looking woman, 31 years old, and her face was always smiling.
She had deep, brown eyes, a slightly crooked nose that gave her an
air of nobility and straight lips. She had two boys - one was 17,
the other was 15.
She was breathing heavily when she got in the house and she let an
"ooh" of astonishment when she saw the Priest. He was sitting on her
husband's chair, in the small kitchen. The High Priest of Wei, a
short, white haired man, was eyeing her from head to toe.
"Your Excellency!" she covered her mouth and readily executed a
clumsy reverence...
However, she was still smiling. It's only then that she saw a woman
hidden behind the door. She wore a red, dirty robe. She was tall and
skinny.
"Oh, my God! What happened?" asked Mu Zi, looking in her husband's
eyes. However, it's the Priest who answered:
"You don't need to get scared, Mu Zi! The King heard about you and
wanted to see if you... stand up to the rumors that describe you!"
She understood on the spot why they were here. All the villagers
knew about the Kings' favorite habits. Since the big meeting with
the Chu was only four weeks away, there could be only one reason for
the priest' being here, especially after beating Wu and Yan Sham so
hard. Mu Zi smiled even wider then. The King was also known for his
generosity to winners.
"Welcome, High priest!" she said, executing another reverence.
"I think you must send the kids away, Mu Zi!" said the priest,
bluntly. "We will have a most serious talk!"
Zheng nodded and took the kids out. A minute later, he closed the
door behind him and the priest ordered Mu Zi to undress.
"Your Excellency" she gasped.
The other woman burst into laughter and the priest said in a low
voice:
"Don't be afraid, woman! The King only wants to make sure you are
fit for a... special assignment. Now, please, undress!"
Mu Zi looked in Zheng' eyes and the swordmaker readily replied.
"Milord! We are willing to obey any of your orders, but you must
admit that this is a rather peculiar... wish!"
"I know you want to buy the forge in Hui, Zheng!" said the marquis.
"It will be yours, provided your beloved wife passes my... test, if
you understand what I mean!"
Zheng looked at Mu Zi and she nodded slightly. Puffing in annoyance,
he didn't say anything else. He always obeyed her.
Mu Zi began to undress. Oh, yes! She was at the height of the
priest's expectations. Since Wei Lu, his former fighter, had passed
away last winter, the King had constantly been on a quest throughout
the villages of the Wei kingdom. To his frustration, he didn't find
a peasant fit enough for the fights he always organized after the
big meeting with the other kingdoms - until now... First, Yin, the
prisoner, and now, Mu Zi…
Mu Zi was tall and sturdy. The Priest ordered her to jump and, when
doing so, he weighed the woman's muscled legs and butts - she was
elastic and fast. Of course, her large breasts and belly dangled,
but her muscles were tense and she surely had stamina. Her arse,
however, was her most prominent asset - her huge buttocks were
sumptuous and they were fully made of hard muscles. Oh, yes she was
damned strong! A damned strong peasant!
"Show me your teeth now!" ordered the Priest.
Yes… The swordmaker's wife was healthy - she had white, clean teeth
and pink gums. Her shoulders were broad and her forearms were
covered by rather thick veins for a woman. In fact, her whole body
looked as if carved by the hardest labor. Her breasts were heavy, as
if filled by large amounts of milk. She had incredibly huge areola,
dark brown colored, the size of small plates.
"She is sturdier than you, Yin," noticed the marquis, smiling from
the corner of his mouth.
"She is a bag filled with food, milord! But food does not fight!"
said skinny Yin. "Being big wouldn't help her too much in the prison
where you found me"
"Well… we shall see about that… Mu Zi! Will you please," smiled the
Priest, "lift that log over there?"
The swordmaker's wife grabbed the big log that rested near the oven
and easily lifted it. The muscles of her arms showed then, her
buttocks hardened and her strong legs went stiff. She held it up for
awhile and then, the Priest acquiesced.
"Can you raise that log above your head, Mu Zi?" he asked.
She nodded. Her face went red and she showed her teeth, in terrible
effort, but finally, she managed to raise the heavy log above her
head. Oh! What a wonderful sight! Mu Zi was splendidly built! She
was trembling from head to toe, exhibiting rock hard muscles - even
her large nipples seemed to harden in the effort, as if they were
smelling the air.
"You may put it down, Mu Zi!" said the priest then and, as she was
catching her breath, the Priest suddenly threw at her a small wooden
cup. The swordmaker's wife caught it on the spot.
"Bravo, my dear!" smiled the Priest and got up, obviously pleased.
"Is it true that you defeated a man in a fight?"
Mu Zi blushed.
"I... it was not my fault, Excellency. That man... well... you
know..." she babbled, looking at her bewildered husband.
"Did you beat him, Mu Zi, yes, or no?"
"I did, milord!" she said. "And I also did his wife, milord! I did
them both!"
"That's what I heard too..." smiled the Priest, eyeing her once
again from head to toe. Zheng wanted to say something but the priest
motioned him to shut up.
The Priest looked then at the other woman, with glittering eyes:
"What do you think, Yin? Which one of you is the fittest to
represent the Wei?"
"Now, milord, I can also lift that log over there…" smiled the
skinny prisoner. "Besides, this woman is too… puffy… I tell you:
being big is not enough in my neighborhood!"
"You think so?" asked the Priest. The farmer's wife nodded. "What do
you say, Mu Zi?"
"There's only one way to find out, milord," she said, faking a
smile. "Tell that bitch to undress!"
"Are you sure, Mu Zi? Yin is a thief and she lives only during the
night, in the backstreets of large cities…"
"Tell her to undress, milord!"
"Mu Zi… Mu Zi…" said her husband. "Are you crazy, or what? This
woman… she is a thug, damn her!"
"Do you still want the new forge, Zheng?" asked Mu Zi.
Her man shut up, as he always did. Meanwhile, Yin undressed and
approached the strong swordmaker's wife, glaring at her with
despise. Yin was taller, but she was damned skinny. Her long legs,
however, were covered by terrible muscles, that looked like tight
ropes
.
"You made a terrible mistake, woman," bragged Yin.
She got so close that their breasts touched. The prisoner's tits
were smaller but very tense and she had the biggest and hardest
nipples any of the men in the room ever saw. Big and dark brown,
they seemed to bury in Mu Zi's soft breasts. However, she didn't
retreat.
"You might as well go ahead," said the Priest, and the two women
embraced in a mutual hug, pushing and shoving around the kitchen. In
the first moments, Yin took advantage of her superior height and
managed to push Mu Zi backwards but then, the country woman hugged
the prisoner and crushed her with all her might. Yin held on,
however, and pushed as hard as she could. What ensued next was
beyond belief… The two women froze in the middle of the kitchen,
moaning and grunting in effort, seeking to out power each other in a
most terrible test of strength. Slowly, they bent, propping their
chins against each other's shoulder, as if they were engaged in a
deadly cheek to cheek power game. Soon, they began to push on their
strong legs, driving from the floor.
They broke the hug concomitantly and their hands joined - by then,
their breathing had become coarse and Yin slowly seemed to get the
upper hand. Hissing in effort, she began to push strong Mu Zi
backwards, but the latter suddenly sunk her teeth in the prisoner's
shoulder and, before her foe realized what happened, she broke the
hold and backed off.
"You, whore…" hissed Yin, charging her foe.
However, Mu Zi seemed to expect the surge and launched a most
terrible punch at Yin's left breast, crushing it against her foe's
rib cage. The taller woman halted in her tracks, astonished, and the
Mu Zi shoved her violently, throwing Yin against the table.
Before the taller woman could recollect, she seized both her breasts
and pulled them in a most brutal burst.
"Ayeaeah!" yelled Yin and, desperate, she
grabbed Mu Zi's mane. A wild push and shove contest ensued, Yin
pulling Mu Zi's hair, Mu Zi clawing her foe's breasts. Mu Zi
screamed, as Yin managed to pull her head back, but she twisted
Yin's breasts so hard, that the taller woman released her mane,
retreating. It was then that Yin felt her blood running from her
shoulder over her breast. She began to breathe through clenched
teeth and kicked at Mu Zi, getting her in the belly. She moaned and,
once more, she engaged the farmer's wife in a test of strength. This
time, Mu Zi easily overcame the taller woman, briskly shoving her
backwards.
The prisoner Yin was still stumbling on unsteady legs when Mu Zi
dived, head first, against her, tumbling her on butt and, before the
taller woman understood what happened, she forced her flat on her
back, mounting her belly.
"You, cow…" hissed Yin, twisting, but then, Mu Zi placed her shins
over Yin's arms and pinned her to the floor. Frantically, the taller
woman bucked, but Mu Zi clutched her hands over her foe's neck and
went for the choke. She leaned with all her weight over the taller
woman's windpipe, squeezing her and slamming her head against the
floor.
Soon, Yin began to flail helplessly beneath Mu Zi, twisting and
stampeding the floor, but the swordmaker's wife hardened the choke.
Her thumbs slowly dug their way in the thief's neck, making her
bridge in desperation. Yin's eyes popped out, she thrust out her
tongue and she went stiff like cardboard, desperately seeking to
resist.
The Priest got up then and approached the two women. Poor Yin was
near the end of the rope. Now and then, she would bridge for a brief
moment, but her muscled legs would always let her out. Her pants
grew louder and louder and, in a last effort, she began to slap Mu
Zi. However, the older woman increased her choke. Her thumbs seemed
to bury inside Yin's wife's windpipe and Yin's face went blue on the
spot. She gurgled and she arched her back, grabbing Mu Zi's wrists
in the attempt to alleviate the choke. She was looking straight in
her foe's face, lips contorted in effort. For some moments, she held
on.
Then, her butts fell to the ground and her feet began to twitch. She
knew it was all over. Her eyes sought help in the Priest' face, but
he nodded at Mu Zi, as if he was urging her to finish Yin once and
for all.
"High Priest…" whispered the convicted thief and murderer. "Please,
High Priest…"
By then, Yin was already quaking. She kept jerking her left leg,
unconsciously. A crack was then heard, and the priest averted his
eyes, while Mu Zi released her foe, resting her hands on her hips.
She looked at Yin who could barely breathe.
"You want me to beat her more, milord?" asked the swordmaker's wife.
"Please… Priest… no… tell her… to stop…" begged the prisoner.
"Set her free, Mu Zi! I think she had enough." said the Priest,
obviously pleased, and Mu Zi got off her foe.
Yin remained flat on her back, still gagging for air and jerking her
left leg. A puddle of urine had gathered around her butts. Mu Zi was
breathing heavily. Zheng, the swordmaker, stood in a corner, not
willing to believe his eyes.
Suddenly, a red froth covered Yin's mouth and she began to quiver,
twisting from side to side in brief spasms.
"Someone…" she begged. "Help… me…"
The priest kneeled near the beaten woman and rolled her, belly down.
Yin began to cough, slowly regaining her breath.
"She did you, Yin," noticed the Priest. "You said there is no woman,
in all of Wei, who could stand you!"
"She… she's strong like a bear…"
"I saw that. I saw that and I'm most satisfied with it!" smiled the
Priest, averting his eyes from Yin. "One of my mandarins will come
after you, Mu Zi, tomorrow, in the morning. I hope you don't mind,
Zheng, but your wife will spend a month at the Imperial Court!
Consider it as a first payment for the forge"
To be continued in part 2