Pa!
"Ahhyya!" Wu Qianyu wailed and fell to her knees.
"One hundred and seven-three."
Wu Qianyu lay on the smooth wood floor. It was finally over. She savored the coldness of the surface against her hot skin. She was covered in sweat. Her breath was ragged from all the screaming. And her head spun from the unrelenting waves of pain that still assailed her.
Her breasts were on fire. Her buds had doubled in size after being tormented for so long. The smooth steel of the clamps now sank deeply into her pink, engorged flesh. She also couldn't ignore the absolute quagmire between her legs, a mixture of heat and arousal creating a sticky mess that had leaked halfway down her thighs.
"Well done, really well done," Chen Wentian congratulated her, "You can take off the nipple clamps."
Wu Qianyu sat up and quickly did so. The steel clamps fell a clatter and she let out a long sigh of relief. That last session had been intense. It rivaled some of their best sessions in the past even though only his voice was present and not his physical presence.
She longed for him, for his touch. In a situation such as this, he would have likely spread her legs apart and fucked her on the floor. Their bodies would melt together until there was no space between them and her pain would be replaced by his pleasure.
"Qianyu." His voice pulled her out of the fantasy.
She blushed, realizing that a fresh gush of arousal had stained her inner thighs. She pressed them together, hoping he didn't notice.
"Let's continue. You didn't think I would let you off so easily, did you?"
"No, master." She said in a nervous whisper.
He chuckled. Since she had not used their safe word, he was free to continue and push her limits. This was cultivation, her unique method of cultivation. He would not be a responsible master if he didn't.
"Didn't I say that you will be the Punishment Elder of Ten Thousand Flower Valley in the future? Was losing your composure today and fighting with Peng Lingxi a good reflection of the responsibilities of such a position?"
"No, master." She replied, trembling.
"No, it wasn't. So let us continue your punishment. Use those cuffs on your wrists."
She looked towards the side, at a pair of heavy metal cuffs beneath some scaffolding. They were wide and could cover her entire wrist. Between them, they were attached to a long length of chain.
Click.
The cuffs were fastened securely.
"Attach the chain to the hook above you."
Wu Qianyu looked up. Using her spiritual force, she swung the chain that connected the cuffs upward. However, it was too short and the chains fell back down. Realizing what had to happen, she collected some strength in her feet and jumped, swinging the chain at the same time. It took and she was left dangling with her arms above her head, her feet half a meter from the ground.
She struggled at first, not used to the feeling of being strung up in the air. She eventually settled down and her body slowly stopped swinging to and fro.
"Are you ready?" Chen Wentian asked.
She had no idea what he wanted to do but she could only nod nervously.
Using his spiritual force, he reached into a small box on one of the tables and opened it, revealing a stack of thin silver needles. Each one was the width of a hair but as long as sowing needles or only about two centimeters. On one end was a sharp tip. On the other end was a round head the size of a coin etched with a flower pattern.
"Do you know what I'm going to do with these?" He asked.
She gulped and shook her head although she had an idea. It was one of the more advanced instruments of pain that they had never tried before. She was stunned that he was going to use them now. She held her breath, waiting for him to act.
Chen Wentian guided the first needle with his spiritual energy. Taking aim, he let it fly towards her chest.
"Ahh!" Wu Qianyu yelped as the silver needle plunged into her tender flesh, driving all the way in until it was stopped by the wide end.
Her whole body shook, more from shock and the pain. The pain was gone after a few breaths. The needle was so sharp and narrow that it did not draw blood. It was akin to an acupuncture needle, only slightly wider and sent out without careful consideration.
"Ah!" She cried out as another needle hit her.
The chains shook as she struggled involuntarily. Her body reacted as if she was under attack even if the attack was not much worse than a bug bite. Her breasts heaved up and down as she almost panicked. The two needles, one in her right breast and one in her left, glittered under the dim lantern light as she spun around in midair.
She could see them, the silver needles. They felt far more painful than they actually were. It was more of the shock of the new experience than anything else.
"Is that all you can take?" He teased.
"No!" She gasped, "I can… aiy!"
Another needle hit her, this time from the rear, sharply stinging her butt. It was as if she had been stung by an angry wasp. After the sting, the pain maddeningly persisted, sending jolts of pain from the impact area through her body.
"Master… wait… ahh!"
A fourth needle hit her other butt cheek, making her spin around in the opposite direction.
Chen Wentian let more needles fly, another set embedded into her tender flesh, then another. These needles were specially crafted to not draw blood and not cause any permanent wounds. But each one was designed to cause pain and discomfort for a long time to drive their victims mad.
Six, eight, ten, fourteen, twenty…
Wu Qianyu's heavy breasts and large buttocks more and more resembled pin cushions. She remained hanging from her wrists, wailing in pain and confusion. Her body reacted to each new invader but those thrashes only caused the other needles to draw out more pain.
Sharp pains that came and went with each new needle, dull throbbing pains of dozens of needles combining, these were new sensations that she was unprepared for. But she resisted the best she could, drawing upon her spiritual energy to absorb all the pain, letting out wails and screams to make the process a little less difficult.
Chen Wentian stood in the shadows, observing his handiwork. Wu Qianyu's naked figure had gone still. Her breasts were covered in needles. When her body slowly twisted around, it revealed a pair of buttocks that were also covered. Her pale white skin had turned to pink and then red, aflame from the torment.
It was a fascinating sight, one completely different from their prior sessions. It was incredibly erotic and he was beyond aroused. He longed to touch her but held himself back, respecting her limits.
"Qianyu, how do you feel, playing with needles?"
"I… I don't know." She was still confused, not used to this new form of pain.
"Well, let me know what you think after this." He said and raised two more needles.
This time, he slowly guided them toward her breasts. And instead of plunging them into her flesh haphazardly, he carefully aimed at her erect nubs. He turned the needles horizontal, one lining up against the outer side of her right nipple and another lining up against the outer side of her left one.
Then, without warning, he let them fly. Urged on by his spiritual force, the pair of needles flashed and pierced through her sensitive buds completely.
"AhhhhH!" Wu Qianyu wailed, "Master… ahhhhh, what…"
This was the last thing she expected and the deadliest attack. Against normal skin, the needles felt no worse than a sting. Against the highly sensitive flesh of her teats, it was like she had been pierced by arrows through the lungs. It hurt so much. It was a new kind of pain, both sharp and heavy. It never stopped and only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
"Master…" She begged, "Ahhh, it hurts… master… ahhh!"
Chen Wentian didn't reply. He simply watched his beautiful disciple; hanging naked in midair, with a pair of silver needles piercing her nipples.
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