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Gan throws a servant girl down, intending to rape her, in the Right Chancellor's courtyard, as guards stand there with their torches. He but plays with her, sadistic, a cat amusing himself by torturing a bird.He crushes her underneath his weight. He spreads his full weight over her body, pressing down with his chest, too; he wraps his legs around her so that he can pin her down with his thighs.He chuckles in evil delight as he undoes her complex coiffure. He amuses himself by tugging, twisting her hair for fun, just to see if he can bring up tears.He caresses her bust before undoing the ribbon that holds her skirts up. He spreads the silks to frame her breasts, and sets out to torture them. Cruel squeezes, truly hurting her; pinches, hard bites. Snaps of his fingers on her nipples, clawing and pinching them all over to mark them. Then, when they're all sore and tender from the welts, the torture, he squeezes and twists them again so hard she sobs, begging for him to stop.But he won't. He licks her mouth, sucks her tongue, bites it; he bites her lips, worrying at them with his teeth, until he draws a little blood. Enough to paint her lips."Get yourself wet, girl," he says between cruel kisses. "You'll be glad you did," he says. "Didn't you think I was handsome? Hmm? Isn't this what you wanted, when you made eyes at me when you served my tea?" he mocks.The truth is, the girl had barely looked at him--she had noticed his good looks, but had only smiled at him nervously, the way any young servant girl does, not in infatuation. She's horrified.He tells her to undo the apron panel of his armour, to take out his cock, to stroke it. He relishes the fear in her eyes, letting it mount. "Yes, that's it; stroke it, make it all nice and hard. Just as hard as you like it, just as long; all of that is going inside you," he purrs in a mockery of lovers' talk to willing women, his eyes half-closed in delight at her horror and disgust. "Now, pull up your skirts and guide me in, that's it."She brings the head of his cock to her entrance, shuddering in revulsion. She is a little wet, but very tight and resisting. He has to spit on his cock to get in."That's *very* tight," Gan hisses, with glee. "Are you a virgin?"When she doesn't respond, he continues anyway. "It is no matter. A tight cunt is a tight cunt," he says, his mouth now open and his brows furrowing at the pleasure as he rocks himself in.Finally, he's in, and she has started to cry; he lets out a mocking coo. "Am I hurting you? That's your own fault," he says, too softly, mock-gently, like talking to a child. "I told you to get wet. Now, open up, my girl, open up."He but fucks her relentlessly, there in the courtyard, slapping her now and then just to feel the squeeze on his cock. And the slapping helps get more noises, more anguish out of her; that's what he gets off on, the noises and the red marks on her skin from his torturing of her.It seems to go on forever for her, but not very long for him; soon enough, he groans loudly and comes inside of her.The men standing guard consider themselves lucky to have been on duty; it's not often that the General lets them watch. And Lin Jiu Lang seems to turn a blind eye: his cur is useful, so he lets him have his fun. As long as Gan does this in the small hours, when nobody goes in and out of the house, he allows it. Otherwise, he tells him to play with his treats in private.The women of the house are horrified, but aren't sure of what is happening in the courtyard, only fearing the worst. The angles of the windows, and Gan deliberately taking his victim to a blind spot where he can't easily be seen from the house, ensure that they can't see much. Some of the women catch glimpses of his actions through the window lattices, but daren't show themselves in the open windows or on balconies. They can only hear faint sounds of distress and perhaps catch a glimpse of a female leg, and a booted leg on top of it, a man moving on top of a woman.Gan wipes himself off with a handkerchief and reattaches the apron panel. Sweat still shining on his forehead, he walks to the closest guard. "If you want her, you can have her. Not very wet, though; I've had better. Just remember, boys, that if you do choose to play with her, do it one man at a time, so that no more than one man leaves his post at a time."The guard grins. "Yes, General."Gan wipes his forehead on his sleeve and goes inside in search of tea.