Maybe she really was just a woman, meant to be below men. The heavens had to have had a reason for giving her a body as sexy as hers, with a pleasure physique to match it. She should just let go. Her path towards cultivation was never meant to work. Like little parasites, those thoughts dug themselves into her mind, taking root.
“Yes, that’s the look I wanted to see! So, again. What’s your name?”
“Fu Yilan, Senior.” The words left her mouth before she could think to stop them. “Ah, cumming!”
“Great, Fu Yilan. Though from this point on, you are no longer Fu Yilan. You are my slave. You will do as I tell you, and love it.”
“Yes master!” she smiled. She didn’t quite know why her name was no longer Fu Yilan, but she could understand that she was her master’s slave. Why else would her body listen to him instead of her.
One final shot filled her womb before he pulled out. Fu Yilan was sad at the emptiness inside her, but her body got up, following him. He reached his hand out and she took it, hugging his arm. Stepping through the solid wood door, she walked onto a long balcony. It was overlooking another town that had been similarly burnt down and fortified. She recognized the bandits down there, as well as some of the women. They had a few new ones as well. Fu Yilan smiled. She was glad that they were doing their job, serving the men around them.
“Stay in the house and wait for me. You are forbidden from going into the basement. I want you to keep your pussy nice and sensitive for me. Masturbate or something, but don’t cum.” Then he was gone, and Fu Yilan’s body carried her back into the house.
She sat on the floor and pushed her fingers to her lips. Despite fucking several men, she had never once pleasured herself, so she was unsure what to do. Her slender fingers started rubbing herself, smooth skin feeling pleasant. It wouldn’t work though. She was not a man, didn’t have any yang energy. Just one more reason women were inferior. She sighed within her mind, her body still trying to get close to the pleasure men brought her. She knew it wouldn’t work. Masturbation felt good, but not as good as the sex she had gotten used to over the months.
Fu Yilan grit her teeth, trying to resist, the thoughts swirling around in her head. A part of her knew that objectively, she was wrong. That part however was sinking deeper and deeper into the swamp of emotions, choking it out. Again, she tried to claw back control of her body. Her fingers just kept rubbing her clit and plunging into her pussy.
Humiliation without the pleasure spread through her. She could feel herself being tainted. Her path had been one of sex and deceit, gaining control in situations where she didn’t have any. Now, she was being made to submit, completely. She was straying, and it pained her greatly. Being in control had let her accept herself and what she had been forced to do. Now, she had none of it. Thoughts of surrender returned, of submission, while her will to resist slipped further and further away.
Her master returned three hours later, holding something in his hand. “So much energy within that fifth-stage friend of yours that making this little guy barely made a dent!” Fu Yilan didn’t notice that within her mind, she was already calling him her master. She was slowly accepting her servile position.
It looked like a black bead, half the size yet slightly longer than an egg, with hard black plating on the outside. She suspected that it was some kind of bug though, considering here master’s skillset.
“Push it inside. See what happens.” Fu Yilan could tell that he was excited, eager to see if his creation worked as intended. Her pussy was wet from masturbation as she pushed the oddly warm beetle into herself. It disappeared entirely, sitting within her little cave for a few moments. Then it started vibrating, slowly at first, growing in intensity. Fu Yilan would have fallen to her knees if her body belonged to herself. The little vibrating bug had all the yang energy required to pleasure her, though it didn’t give off any, like how a dick’s precum would.
“It’s a vibrating beetle that I made specifically for you. Isn’t it great? Aren’t you thankful?” Fu Yilan wasn’t, so she stayed quiet. Every bit of resistance she could muster was good, though she could see the futility in it. She tried telling herself to keep strong, but her mind was weakening.
“It vibrates in joy when it gets to absorb a woman’s liquids.” The vibrations got stronger and stronger, making her pussy gush. An orgasm overcame her, and her body fell to its knees, unable to keep standing. The bug didn’t stop though and kept going. Her master left her shuddering on her knees in repeated orgasms while her mind was thrown around and battered, unable to do anything in retaliation.
“And finally, there’s a little surprise.” Something that felt like short, stubbly hairs grew from ridges in the beetle’s exterior, increasing the friction. Fu Yilan blacked out for a moment, unable to handle it. Then, the bug stopped entirely, and floated up into her master’s robe.
She looked up at him, cloudy-eyed. Her master gave her an evaluating look back. Her heart dropped slightly. She didn’t want to be found lacking. A drowning voice was crying out not to give in, but sound didn’t carry far through the mud that had swallowed it. Not far, and definitely not far enough to reach Fu Yilan, her master’s slave.
“Yes, truly incredible,” she panted. A small smile spread on his face, and she was glad to have done good. It was nice being appreciated.
“I framed it a bit narrower earlier because you hadn’t quite come to terms with what you were back then.” Fu Yilan nodded in understanding. She had resisted, back then, though she couldn’t remember why she would do something like that. Now, she was just glad that she had accepted her position below him. “I want you to please me. A slave’s duty is to fulfill her master’s wishes before he manages to voice them. Alright?” She nodded again, devotion in her eyes.
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Fu Yilan didn’t like when her master went down to the basement. It was not her place to judge, but it felt wrong, letting the children bleed down there, replacing them whenever one ran dry. He had proudly told her of the powerful pill he was refining for someone he only referred to as the Trapped Emperor. Was he a being higher than her master? It seemed impossible, but if he said so, there probably was some truth to it.
Whenever he went down, he would activate the vibrating beetle, letting her enjoy the pleasure it brought. She preferred having her master under or behind her though. It let her feel like she was able to give him some pleasure back for the security and contentment he let her feel. And, she had to admit, his bumpy dick just felt a lot better than the beetle.
Her master enjoyed seeing her writhing in pleasure above him, slowly giving back more of her body’s freedom the better she listened. He had said he enjoyed watching her writhe in pleasure in his lap as his dick was buried within her. Wasn’t there a way to feel even more pleasure for her master? Fu Yilan’s mind pushed down the roots of her Void Lotus, finding the plugs of qi she had pushed into the thin roots that blocked the art from making her body too sensitive. She just needed to remove them, and the remaining yang energy in her womb from her master’s last load would do the job.
Fu Yilian tried tugging at her qi, but it wouldn’t budge. Her mind strained against it with all its might. Futile. She remembered vaguely that she had tried to cultivate at some point, but it hadn’t worked back then either. She wanted to ask her master about the Void Lotus within her, if he could help her with the qi plugs, but something small and quiet told her not to. Fu Yilan didn’t care that much either way. Her pussy was wet and sensitive after all, so that would suffice. Still her mind stayed with the Void Lotus Demoness art. If one of the qi plugs loosened, she would be ready to pull it free.
A day later, she accompanied her master down into the village. All the bandits knelt down, as they should. She trailed behind him, her short dress drawing the eyes of a few men, but only for a moment. They quickly looked back down when they caught themselves staring. Fu Yilan didn’t mind. It made sense for them to covet her master’s possession.
“Good progress, as I can see.” Her master started talking to the bandits. Fu Yilan could faintly feel that more cultivators had joined their ranks, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Her qi wasn’t acting like it had back then. Not wishing to hear more about her master’s talk with the bandits to find him more children with certain, specific qualities, she strolled through the village. A few of the houses had bedrolls in them, laid out on the floor. A few others had women in them, tied up. Fu Yilan smiled. They were doing their female duty of serving those stronger than them.
It wasn’t the first time she had been down in the village. Sometimes, her master liked to show her off. It had been slightly awkward the first time, the slutty qipao drawing leering gazes and a few whistles. Everyone who had done so was immediately killed by her master though. Fu Yilan felt her pussy throb at the thought. He was so protective!
High-heeled shoes stepped over the dry earth of the village. Her master had hinted at wanting to move to another one soon. It was unfortunate that they would be taking over another village, burning their people, but Master would know best. The beetle within her pussy started vibrating. She stumbled slightly. It was time to head back. Fu Yilan’s ass swayed and chest bounced as she returned to the central clearing. It felt nice, having her devotion towards Master rewarded with a bit more control of her body. The bug in her neck still ensured all commands were followed, but that was unnecessary. She would do so either way.
“Who was it that found him?” A young boy, maybe fourteen years of age, stood next to her master, shivering slightly. He blushed when his eyes found Fu Yilan, tracing her body, then looking back down at his feet. One of the bandit cultivators, slightly malnourished as all the bandits were, raised his hand. “Well done. Very well done!” Fu Yilan felt happy, because her master seemed happy. “Finding children with talent for cultivation will be rewarded. They are different from us, blessed by heaven. They don’t need to rip potential from those around them to reach immortality.” The bandits nodded, faces showing anger. It seemed like those cultivator bandits shouldn’t be cultivators? She wasn’t entirely sure. Stepping beside her master, she waited patiently.
“I think I have just the reward in mind. Enjoy this slave bitch for half a day. Pump her full to your heart’s content.” Fu Yilan looked around for the woman he was referring to. Surely, her master wouldn’t–
“You’ll be listening to him for the half day period. Come back up to the house afterwards. Roll in the mud with that heaven-sent talent of yours.”
She couldn’t understand why he was doing this to her. All she wanted was to serve her master, but now she had to offer herself to some lowly bandit? She calmed her mind. It was Master’s wish, so it was her wish. Putting on a smile usually only reserved for him, she sashayed over to the cultivator. He was still at the first stage, weaker than she had been. Still, she would do her best to make him feel good, fulfilling all his desires.