Even with her immense willpower, it was impossible for Yang Bing to endure it.
As she tried to evade the blows, whip marks gradually covered her beautiful body; the crisscrossing welts formed a strange, sexy pattern across her skin, resembling a garment.
After lashing her dozens of times, Prince Jing paused for a moment.
Looking down at Yang Bing, who lay curled up on the ground, he leered at his two servants and said, "Spread this bitch's legs."
Obeying the order immediately, the two servants moved to Yang Bing's side and forced her legs apart, fully exposing her beautiful, alluring sex to Prince Jing's lecherous gaze.
"Heh heh! So, you slut, is this the slutty cunt you used to vie for my mother's favor? Heh heh! Now I'm going to let it have a real taste of my whip!"
Prince Jing spoke to Yang Bing with a cruel expression.
"No... no... Ah... it hurts so much!"
Following the crack of the whip, Yang Bing's pleas for mercy turned into a piercing scream. Prince Jing began to viciously lash her tender vulva with his whip.
At this moment, Prince Jing harbored no memory of the care and affection Yang Bing had shown him in his childhood; his mind was consumed solely by the desire to humiliate this noble woman and exact revenge for the indignity he had suffered at the hands of her son.
Each stroke of the whip landed heavier than the last; amidst the relentless *snap-snap*
of the lashing, Yang Bing's vulva was reduced to a wretched state.
The tops of her thighs were completely swollen and inflamed, and under the brutal whipping, her vulva had begun to ooze blood.
After dozens of lashes, a stream of pale yellow liquid spurted from her swollen vulva
and dripped onto the ground.
The beautiful, noble former Empress had actually lost control of her bladder under the cruel whipping.
Seeing the urine flowing from her own vulva, Yang Bing closed her eyes in utter humiliation.
"Hahahaha... The noble Empress has actually wet herself! You bitch—you fucking pissed right here? What are you, a female dog?"
Li Wenxin's mocking words filled Yang Bing with intense shame and indignation.
Yet, having lost so much strength under the brutal lashing, she had no energy left to retort.
Even if she had been physically fit, however, she would not have argued back, for doing so would only have further aroused Li Wenxin.
After seeing Yang Bing wet herself, Li Wenxin stopped whipping her; instead, he leered at his two servants and said, "Her Majesty's urine output is a bit meager—you two add some more to it."
Upon hearing this, the two servants immediately dropped their trousers and urinated onto the puddle left by Yang Bing.
What had originally been a small pool of urine instantly expanded into a large, spreading puddle. Gazing at the pool of urine, Li Wenxin leered and said, "Bitch, be a good girl and lick up that urine right in front of you for His Highness."
Yang Bing did not move after Li Wenxin spoke.
Li Wenxin's two servants immediately and roughly forced Yang Bing's head down against the puddle of urine, shouting, "Bitch, when His Highness tells you to drink, you'd better drink it up—and fast!"
The servants' actions were brutal; yet, even with her mouth pressed against the urine, Yang Bing refused to open it. She adamantly refused to lick the liquid—a mixture of her own urine and that of the servants.
Seeing her lack of cooperation, Li Wenxin did not get angry; instead, he wore a cruel expression as he said, "Heh heh! My imperial younger sister, Princess Xiangle, is truly a fine young woman! She looks exactly like you did when you were young. I hear she remains unmarried because she's waiting for the right consort. It's a pity, though—the Crown Prince of Northern Yuan has taken a fancy to her. If my mother and I throw our support behind it, that lovely girl might well end up married off to the Great Desert!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Bing—who had previously refused to comply—looked up in alarm. "No! You can't! Please, I beg you—don't let my daughter be married off to the Great Desert. If you agree to that, I'll do anything you ask!"
"Heh heh! Then start by licking up this 'holy water'—and make sure you lick it clean just like you're savoring fine wine!"
Prince Jing said with a lewd grin.
For the sake of her beloved daughter, Yang Bing disregarded the nauseating stench of the urine before her and, without a moment's hesitation, dropped to the ground and began to lick it up.
To curry favor with Li Wenxin, she writhed her beautiful, ample buttocks lewdly while constantly murmuring, "It smells so good..."
"...It tastes so delicious..."
...uttering such shameless, debased words. Watching the lewd spectacle of Yang Bing sprawled on the ground lapping up urine, Li Wenxin could no longer suppress his surging lust.
Stripping off his clothes, he approached Yang Bing from behind, his thick cock standing erect.
Gazing at her large, shapely buttocks crisscrossed with whip marks and her still-oozing pussy, he let out a lecherous chuckle; then, gripping her beautiful, sexy rear, he thrust his massive cock straight into her slutty slit.
"Ah..."
As the thick cock penetrated her battered pussy, Yang Bing cried out in pain, but she stifled any further screaming, fearing that angering the brute behind her might bring harm to her beautiful daughter.
"You slut, does my cock feel good? Does your pussy feel amazing?"
Li Wenxin asked with a lewd grin, fully aware of the pain she was enduring.
"Mmm... Your Highness's cock feels so good fucking this slut; my pussy feels wonderful!"
Pausing briefly from lapping up the urine before her, Yang Bing writhed her voluptuous buttocks and spoke with a feigned, wanton air.
Yet, the sweat on her face betrayed the agonizing pain she was struggling to endure.
Upon hearing her reply, Li Wenxin immediately began thrusting his thick cock violently in and out of her pussy.
*Smack, smack, smack, smack...*
Amidst the sharp sounds of bodies colliding, Yang Bing writhed her hips in pain, accommodating the forceful fucking from behind.