Chapter 6: Sweet Interrogation [18+]
The opulent chamber was thick with tension and the faint scent of void energy mixed with unwilling feminine arousal. Su Qinglan hung suspended against the pillar, her beautiful body bound tightly in shimmering black-purple void ropes. Her arms stretched high above her head, her legs spread obscenely wide, and her full breasts squeezed lewdly by the tight coils beneath them. The thick rope between her thighs continued its merciless teasing, rubbing slowly against her swollen clit and slick folds.
The Void Empress stood before her captive, regal and terrifyingly calm. Her thin night robes hung open, fully revealing her massive futanari cock. The thick, veined shaft stood proudly erect, pulsing with black-purple energy. It was enormous, far thicker than any normal man’s, with a swollen head already glistening with droplets of Void Yang Essence.
The Empress reached out and dissolved the void gag with a flick of her finger. Su Qinglan gasped for air, drool trailing from her swollen lips.
“You… you monster,” the spy whispered hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and shame.
The Empress smiled coldly. She stepped closer until the burning hot head of her cock brushed against Su Qinglan’s soft cheek, leaving a sticky trail of precum on her flawless skin.
“Monster?” she repeated, her voice low and mocking. “No, little spy. I am your Young Mistress. And you are going to serve me properly tonight.”
She gripped Su Qinglan’s long black hair with one hand, tilting her head back. With her other hand, she guided the thick head of her cock to the girl’s soft pink lips, rubbing it teasingly across them.
“Open,” she commanded.
Su Qinglan hesitated, eyes filled with defiance. The Empress’s grip tightened, and a pulse of void energy shot through the ropes binding her, making the one between her legs vibrate intensely against her dripping pussy. The spy cried out, her body jerking.
“I said open.”
Tears of humiliation welled in Su Qinglan’s eyes as she reluctantly parted her lips. The Empress pushed forward, sliding the fat head of her cock into the warm, wet mouth. Su Qinglan’s eyes widened at the sheer girth, her jaw stretching painfully around the invading shaft.
“Mmmph—!”
The Empress let out a low, satisfied groan as she sank several thick inches into the tight heat of her attendant’s mouth. The sensation was exquisite. Her Yang Furnace Core throbbed with pleasure, already beginning to refine the girl’s yin essence through the intimate contact.
“That’s better,” she murmured, slowly rocking her hips. “Suck, Qinglan. Use that pretty tongue you used to lie to me with for six years.”
Su Qinglan glared up at her with teary eyes but obeyed. Her soft tongue swirled hesitantly around the thick head, licking up the sweet yet potent Void Yang Essence. The moment it touched her tongue, a wave of heat flooded her body, making her pussy clench and drip even more.
The Empress began a slow, deliberate rhythm, fucking her bound spy’s mouth with controlled dominance. Not too deep yet, just enough to make her struggle.
“Now… let us have a little chat while you serve me,” the Empress said casually, as if they were discussing the weather. “Who sent you? And what exactly were your orders tonight?”
She pulled her cock back until only the head remained in Su Qinglan’s mouth, allowing her to speak.
Su Qinglan gasped for breath, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening shaft. “I… I won’t tell you anything,” she panted.
The Empress chuckled and thrust forward again, pushing deeper this time, forcing several more inches into the girl’s throat. Su Qinglan gagged loudly, her throat convulsing around the thick intrusion.
“Wrong answer.”
She held herself there for a few seconds, enjoying the tight, wet heat, before pulling back again.
“Try once more. Who controls you?”
Su Qinglan coughed and gasped, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. “The… The Heavenly Radiance Sect,” she finally admitted, voice broken. “They… they took my parents and little brother three years ago. They said if I didn’t spy on the Void Clan and report everything, especially about you… they would kill them.”
The Empress’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly, though her hips never stopped their slow, lazy thrusting. She fed more of her massive cock into the girl’s mouth, fucking her face with deep, measured strokes.
“Continue,” she ordered, voice cold. “What were your orders tonight?”
Su Qinglan whimpered around the thick shaft filling her mouth. The vibrations of her voice sent pleasurable shivers through the Empress’s cock. She tried to pull away, but the hand in her hair held her firmly in place.
“They… they wanted me to weaken you,” she managed between gasps and wet slurping sounds. “The poison in the tea… it was supposed to dull your spiritual sense so I could kill you while you slept. They’re terrified of your breakthrough. They said a Spiritual Sea Realm Young Mistress at your age is too dangerous… especially if you inherited any of the old Empress’s techniques.”
The Empress’s smile grew darker. She began thrusting harder, pushing her cock deeper into Su Qinglan’s throat with every stroke. Obscene wet sounds filled the chamber as she face-fucked her bound attendant.
“Such loyal little dogs, those Radiance hypocrites,” she murmured. “Tell me more about their plans for the tournament. How many spies do they have in my clan?”
Su Qinglan’s mind was growing hazy from the relentless assault on her mouth and the constant stimulation of the void ropes against her soaked pussy. She could barely think straight. The thick cock stretching her throat made speaking incredibly difficult, but the Empress’s commanding aura forced the words out of her between gagging moans.
“Th-three other spies… among the outer disciples,” she choked out. “They… ahh… they want to sabotage the tournament… make sure the Void Clan loses badly so they can justify attacking the Sky Palace openly. Please… I told you everything… let me go…”
The Empress groaned in pleasure as she buried nearly half her massive length into the girl’s throat. Su Qinglan’s nose pressed against her pelvis, her throat bulging visibly from the sheer size. The spy’s eyes rolled back slightly as she struggled to breathe, drool pouring down her chin and dripping onto her bound breasts.
“You’ve been a very naughty girl, Qinglan,” the Empress said softly, her voice laced with dark satisfaction. “Six years of betrayal. Six years of pretending to be loyal while feeding information to our enemies. But your body is honest… Look how wet you are.”
She reached down and pressed two fingers against the rope wedged between Su Qinglan’s legs. The attendant moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth as the pressure sent jolts of pleasure through her.
The Empress continued fucking her mouth with long, powerful strokes, her heavy balls slapping rhythmically against the girl’s chin. Every thrust sent more Void Yang Essence leaking down Su Qinglan’s throat, making her body burn hotter and her resistance crumble further.
“Tell me their Saintess’s name and her cultivation realm,” the Empress demanded, not slowing down for even a moment.
Su Qinglan could barely form words anymore. Her mind was drowning in humiliation, fear, and unwanted ecstasy. “Mu… Muhui… Early Dao Manifestation Realm…” she managed to gasp when the Empress pulled back briefly. “She’s the one… holding my family…”
The Empress’s eyes gleamed with cold calculation even as pleasure coursed through her body. Her cock throbbed violently in the warm, wet confines of Su Qinglan’s throat. She was getting close, but she held back, savoring the interrogation.
“Good girl,” she praised mockingly, stroking the girl’s tear-stained cheek. “Keep sucking just like that and maybe… just maybe… I will consider sparing your family. But first, you will learn what it truly means to serve your Empress.”
She gripped Su Qinglan’s head with both hands and began thrusting faster, using her mouth with rough, dominant intensity. The sounds of wet choking and slurping filled the chamber as the spy was forced to take more and more of the massive futanari cock down her throat.
Su Qinglan’s body trembled violently in her bonds. The combination of the brutal face-fucking, the vibrating ropes tormenting her pussy, and the potent Void Yang Essence flooding her system pushed her dangerously close to the edge. Her mind was breaking, torn between hatred for her captor and an overwhelming, shameful need.
The Void Empress looked down at the beautiful, broken spy with regal satisfaction, her silver-white hair cascading around her like a dark halo.
“This is only the beginning of your punishment, little traitor,” she whispered huskily. “By morning, you will understand exactly who you belong to now.”
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While Su Qinglan choked and whimpered around the thick cock filling her throat in the highest spire of the Sky Palace, far away in the heart of the Heavenly Radiance Sect’s main mountain, a much darker scene unfolded.
Deep beneath the majestic, sunlit peaks of the Radiance Holy Mountain lay the Shadow Suppression Prison, it was a forbidden underground complex hidden from the righteous facade the sect presented to the world. The air was damp, heavy with the stench of mold, blood, and despair. Dim spirit lanterns cast a sickly yellow glow along the narrow stone corridors.
In a particularly isolated cell at the end of a long hallway, three prisoners huddled together on cold, filthy straw mats.
Su Qinglan’s father, Su Wei, a once-respected merchant at the late Qi Condensation realm, sat with his back against the damp wall. His face was gaunt, his previously neat beard now matted and unkempt. Heavy iron shackles engraved with soul-locking runes bound his wrists and ankles, constantly draining his already weakened cultivation. Fresh whip marks crisscrossed his bare back, still oozing blood.
Beside him, Su Qinglan’s mother, a graceful woman named Liu Mei, lay curled up in a thin, torn robe. She was pale and feverish, her once-beautiful face hollowed by months of malnutrition and spiritual exhaustion. The sect had repeatedly forced her to ingest suppressing pills that crippled her meridians, preventing any chance of resistance.
Their youngest child, Su Chen, only fourteen years old, trembled between them. The boy had not spoken in weeks. His wide eyes stared blankly at the iron bars of their cell, haunted by the constant screams echoing from other prisoners down the corridor. A crude slave collar glowed faintly around his thin neck, suppressing any spark of talent he might have developed.
The conditions were inhumane.
Food was delivered only once every three days, stale bread and dirty water. The prison guards, outer disciples of the Heavenly Radiance Sect, delighted in tormenting the “traitorous Void Clan sympathizers.” They would often stand outside the bars, mocking the family while describing in graphic detail what they would do to Su Qinglan if she ever failed her mission.
“Still no news from that whore daughter of yours?” one guard had sneered earlier that day, spitting through the bars. “If she doesn’t kill that bitch Zihan soon, we might just find some… better uses for your wife here.”
Liu Mei had broken down crying at those words, while Su Wei could only clench his fists in helpless rage, the soul-locking chains preventing him from mustering any meaningful strength.
They had no idea how their daughter was faring.
The Heavenly Radiance Sect had deliberately kept them completely isolated. Su Qinglan had received no letters, or updates about their condition for over a year. The last message she received was a cold threat: obey, or they die. She did not know they were being beaten regularly. She did not know her mother was slowly dying from the constant suppression of her cultivation. She did not know her little brother had been forced to watch guards torture other prisoners as a warning.
The family lived in perpetual terror and uncertainty.
Su Wei pulled his wife and son closer, his voice a broken whisper in the darkness. “Qinglan… please be safe. Don’t do anything too dangerous for us. Just survive…”
He had no way of knowing that at that very moment, his daughter was on her knees in the Sky Palace, throat stuffed full of the Void Empress’s cock, her body bound and violated while she spilled every secret she knew.
In the cold, lightless cell, the three of them could only cling to each other, praying silently for a mercy that might never come. The Heavenly Radiance Sect did not believe in mercy. They only believed in control.
And right now, Su Qinglan’s family was the perfect leash.
End of Chapter 6