87 Cat Figh (1/2)
Chang Chang struggled against the chains, her nails clawing impotently in the air as An Ning entered the room.
”Hurt me and my father will have your head, you fucking whore!” Chang Chang gritted furiously.
”I think before this day is over I'll have your head instead,” An Ning said with a cold expression on her face.
”Brave words since you know I can't do anything about it,” Chang Chang sneered. ”Come on, you and me. The two of us in a fair fight. I promise to go easy on you.”
”You'll have that chance later, I promise you,” An Ning said. ”First, let's have a talk, shall we?”
”We have nothing to talk about.”
”Tell me about Zhengyi.”
”Fuck you,” Chang Chang spat.
”You'd better give me the correct answer because believe me,I don't mind roughing up that sweet and innocent body of yours.”
”Screw you...ahh!”
Chang Chang gasped in shocked pain as An Ning extended a foot in an upward motion then slammed it viciously against her crotch. An Ning was wearing hard and pointed shoes and the pressure against the soft and feminine flesh was unbearable, causing Chang Chang to almost double up in pain.
”Now, tell me about Zhengyi.”
”Fuck....ahhhh!”
An Ning extended her foot again and the pointed toe caps slammed against the girl's delicate parts with almost careless force, the pain so excruciating that it brought tears to Chang Chang's eyes.
”Tell me.”
Chang Chang couldn't stop crying, completely and utterly humiliated.
”Zhengyi plans to take advantage of what it thinks is chaos in the capital and attack, am I right?” An Ning prodded.
Chang Chang nodded pitifully.
”Is your father really this stupid?”
”You didn't make use of the army,” Chang Chang said, her tear-stained face mocking. ”Instead, you paid civilians to defend the capital.Yuqui has gone weak. You don't even have enough men to defend against another attack.”
”Is that what your father is planning? Attack the capital?”
”We will win,” Chang Chang said with a scornful smile.”You don't have a chance.”
”How many men?” asked An Ning.
But Chang Chang refused to say anymore just glared at An Ning, her eyes contemptuous.
”Why don't you just roll over and give up? We won't kill you. Just hand you over to the army and make you their whore.”
This time, the empress dowager calmly walked over to the chained girl and quick as a snake, two of her blunt fingers went down the girl's crotch and pulled. The move was so unexpected that it even surprised the burly man calmly standing to the side. He watched stupefied as the empress dowager then started an obscene movement with her fingers, the cloth of the girl's robe pressed against her pads creating a rough friction with each lewd thrusts.
”I don't think so,” An Ning said, her expression cold.
Chang Chang was beyond humiliated by this time. She was whimpering in shame and pain, wiggling her lower body to try and escape the empress dowager's rough manhandling. There was nothing sexual or arousing in what the empress was doing. It was simply an act intended to degrade and humiliate nothing more. The empress' eyes were devoid of curiosity or pleasure. She was calmly looking at Chang Chang's distressed face as she would an ant crawling up a mole hill.
”How many fighting men in Zhengyi?” she asked, the fingers still stabbing at the girl's now bleeding crotch with the same calm yet angry force.
Chang Chang shook her head, whimpering. The fingers kept their steady yet rough pumping on the girl's crotch.
”Around...around twenty thousand,” Chang Chang sobbed brokenly.
”Including your father's students?”
”Yes,” Chang Chang cried even harder. ”Stop, please stop. You're hurting me,” the girl pleaded, the once proud look on her beautiful face now replaced with pain and extreme misery.
”Walk me through this plan of yours.”
”We...we we're supposed to send word to my father after we've captured the emperor. Then the bulk of our forces will enter the capital and...aahhhh!!! Please, stop!”
The empress dowager stepped back, her bloodied fingers falling to her sides. The girl chained against the wall sobbed in abject misery, completely shocked and broken.
”Remove the chains and tie her up with something,” An Ning ordered. ”We'll return her to her father with her head still intact. I think that's a concession, right?”
The burly man stepped forward and did as he was told. Chang Chang slid to the ground in a near faint, the front of her robe stained with red.
The man was tugging at a rope dangling from a beam on the ceiling when Chang Chang scrambled clumsily to her feet and run to his side, pulling out the sword on his hip in one quick move. It happened so fast that the man barely had time to move before the sword was plunged into his stomach, the blood spurting from the wound in a quick gush.