Yang Bing moaned and cried out, shaking her plump, voluptuous buttocks seductively to keep rhythm with the thrusting behind her.
*Smack!*
Second Brother landed a sharp slap across Yang Bing's ample breasts, sending them bouncing wildly. "You old slut—do you actually think you're my wife? If it weren't for the Emperor's decree, do you think I'd ever marry a shameless old bitch like you? Know your place! You're nothing but a fucking female dog—a shameless old bitch. Do you understand me?"
My younger brother shouted this while thrusting his cock upward with great force.
"Ah—I know! I know! I'm just... your female dog, your sex slave! I'm nothing but an old slut hiding behind the title of 'wife'! My Crown Prince... you can treat me like a bitch, or even... toss me to someone else like a common whore!"
Yang Bing cried out loudly.
At this moment, she felt an intense, thrilling sensation; being spanked, verbally abused, and fucked by her own biological son—things she wouldn't have even dared to imagine before.
What once only appeared in her dreams was now happening in reality. Overcome with excitement, she thrashed her plump, curvaceous buttocks, casting frequent glances toward the men waiting behind her.
Seeing their thick, erect cocks standing tall, Yang Bing felt a surge of eager anticipation.
She had never imagined she would ever look forward to being fucked by a man's cock. Back when she was confined in the "cold palace," the sight of any man's member had meant only pain and humiliation.
Who would have thought that, having just left that place, she would transform into such a lewd, insatiable slut?
Not only was she having sex with her son and nephew, but she was also craving the carnal ravages of other men.
Amidst Yang Bing's wanton, seductive cries, her son's excited shouts, and the lewd, rhythmic thudding of flesh against flesh, all three of them grew increasingly aroused and gratified.
Following a rapid, intense series of smacking sounds, three high-pitched, lustful cries rang out as they all reached climax simultaneously.
Once her son and nephew withdrew their cocks from her body, they made way for the next men in line.
Watching as two other men thrust their cocks into Yang Bing's lewd pussy and anus, her son imagined the expressions on their faces once they discovered her true identity.
"Heh, heh! You're going to be absolutely thrilled when you find out!"
He thought to himself, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. Watching his own mother being fucked right before his eyes, the Crown Prince felt his cock stir once more, aching with an intense desire to thrust into a woman's wanton pussy.
However, since nearly all the women in the Crown Prince's residence were spies for Sheng Zong and Consort Pang, he had no interest in touching them; he would simply have to wait until Yang Bing had finished servicing the dozens of men before he could find his own release.
The future ruler of the Tang Kingdom—the current Crown Prince—having already married his own mother and fucked her, now watched with a look of pure, ecstatic excitement as his once noble and beautiful mother was ravished by his followers.
In this moment, he was no longer the Crown Prince; he was nothing more than a pervert who took pleasure in watching his own mother being debased and violated.
As he watched her being defiled, his mind began to wander, conjuring fantasies of his future wife—his Empress—being fucked with raw, brutal force.
—While the Crown Prince and Yang Bing engaged in their depraved wedding night, deep within the imperial palace—in the "Cold Palace" reserved for the discarded—Yang Bing's mother was enduring the abuse in her daughter's stead.
She hung suspended in mid-air, held by Xiong Wannian and a burly, muscular man. Her legs were spread wide in a full split, and her arms were hoisted high, bearing the brunt of her body's weight.
*Crack!*
*Crack!* ...The burly man lashed his whip repeatedly across her beautiful body, his face twisted into a mask of frenzied, perverted delight.
"Damn it! This is fucking incredible! To think I'm actually whipping the body of an Empress—what a fucking stroke of luck! You old slut, you Empress-whore—scream louder, do you hear me?! Otherwise, I'll whip your fat ass to shreds and smash those big tits of yours to pieces!"
The man bellowed, his voice filled with crude, vicious rage. Under the man's relentless lashing, Mother's perfect body—the markings on which had been temporarily concealed by drugs—became covered in a crisscrossing web of welts.
The welts were especially dense across her breasts and buttocks.
"You bastard! You shameless wretch—one day, I'll kill you!"
Though her face—which was not her own—was contorted in agony from the lashes, she continued to scream curses at her cruel tormentor.
"Hahahaha! Still unyielding even when played with like this—truly worthy of a noble Empress! After being fucked by so many men all day long, you still have the strength to hurl insults? Your cunt is certainly built to take a pounding! Heh! With your stamina, if you were to work as a whore at the Fenglai Pavilion, you'd rake in a fortune every single day! Add in your status as Empress... making ten thousand gold a day would be a breeze! Don't you think so, Fang Wu?"
After loudly humiliating Mother, Xiong Wannian turned to the Elder of the Martial Hall of the Demon Palace and shouted the question.
"Heh heh! Old Xiong, you're absolutely right! Our Empress's cunt is practically born for the trade—it might even be more resilient than the cunts of our own Palace Master's wife or your own wife!"
As Fang Wu replied with a lewd, cackling laugh, his whip continued to rain down upon Mother's already battered, heavy buttocks.
Seeing Fang Wu lashing her so vigorously, Xiong Wannian—who was standing directly in front of her—wasted no time; he wound up his fist and struck hard toward the space between her spread legs.
His massive fist slammed into her beautiful, wanton cunt, and within moments, her vulva had swollen, turning a raw, angry red. "Ah... you scumbags! I will never submit! Once my son becomes Emperor, I'll have every single one of your clans wiped out—down to the ninth generation!!"
Mother screamed, hurling curses at them.
"Hahahaha... My beautiful Empress, if you want your son to be Emperor, keep dreaming—maybe in the next life! In this life, your son is destined to be nothing but a slave. It's His Highness, Prince Jing, who's meant to be the Emperor!"
Fang Wu shouted back.
"That's right! And since your son is a slave, you—you fucking bitch—are destined to be our bitch! You'll spend your whole life being abused and raped by us!"
Xiong Wannian cried out, his voice thick with excitement.
Mother tried to keep cursing them, but Xiong Wannian and Fang Wu didn't give her the chance.
They stuffed her own tiny panties—along with their own—into her mouth, leaving her able to make nothing more than muffled, whimpering sounds.