My experience with the Military Intelligence Bureau

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The Military Intelligence Bureau's Discipline (Part 1)
I was only twenty-two years old when I first personally sent a living person to the afterlife.
It was the eve of my graduation from the Military Intelligence Bureau's special training program. The head instructor called me to his office.
"The school is preparing to send you on a special mission. This will be a good opportunity for you to prove your ability and loyalty to your superiors." "
I swear to serve the Party and the country to the death!"
"No, you don't need to die. I'm sending you to kill others."
My heart pounded wildly. Although what I learned in the training program was bombing, capturing, and killing, the thought of actually taking someone's life was not something I could easily accept. But I was a top student in the training program; could I back down? Of course not!
"You'll definitely complete the mission!"
"Good! That's my student! Of course, this mission isn't that difficult; it shouldn't be hard to complete. Once it's done, you can skip the final practical test and graduate directly! This is an opportunity most trainees dream of. You're the best in this class, which is why we sent you. Don't let the Party and the State down."
"Don't worry, I will definitely fulfill my mission!" "
Good! A female trainee who graduated from our previous two special training classes disobeyed orders during a mission, releasing a high-ranking Party and State criminal, tarnishing our training class's reputation. To ensure everyone learns a lesson, the Discipline Department has decided to bring this disciplinaryly offending female trainee back to the school for public execution as a warning to others! All trainees and graduates in this city will have to return to witness the execution. Your task is to lead two assistants to Donghan City to bring the prisoner back and then carry out the execution. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" In my heart, I have the least tolerance for violations and traitors, but the fact that the other party was a woman did stir something within me. There were seven female trainees in the special training class with me, each one quite attractive, making my heart flutter. I wondered what this one was like.
"Also, you are not allowed to inquire about the prisoner's case."
"I understand!"
"Furthermore, this prisoner is quite good-looking. Our Military Intelligence Bureau has never wasted the beauty of young women, so don't pretend to be some saint!" "
Yes, sir!" I was overjoyed. I didn't know there were such rules in the organization. This was truly something to cheer for.
After leaving the chief instructor's office, I took the relevant official documents and warrants, called my classmates Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu, and we set off in a car.
It was only a little over 100 kilometers from Xihan City to Donghan City. Because it was a plain, it didn't take too long. We arrived in Donghan just in time for lunch.
We met the female trainee at the Military Intelligence Bureau's secret service station in Donghan. Although she graduated two classes earlier than me, she was about the same age and indeed very beautiful, even more so than the current students.
She had an oval face, curved eyes, thin eyebrows, a straight nose, red lips, and shoulder-length permed hair. Her delicate skin suggested she had lived a comfortable life before her arrest. She was taller than most girls, wearing a white blouse and a military uniform skirt. Her slender legs were clad in stockings, and she wore black high-heeled shoes. The blouse was tucked into the skirt, emphasizing her slender waist.
Later, I learned that after graduation, she was assigned to a reorganized division as the division commander's secretary. To put it bluntly, the Military Intelligence Bureau suspected that the division commander of being a communist sympathizer. Recently, with the fighting between the military and communist armies intensifying, signs of this division surrendering to the communists were becoming increasingly apparent. Therefore, the Military Intelligence Bureau secretly ordered this female agent to execute the division commander on the spot. I don't know what kind of spell she took, but she refused to obey orders. As a result, this division successfully defected to the Communist army at a crucial moment in the battle, completely selling out the flanks and rear of six Nationalist divisions, leading to a crushing defeat.
What's even more puzzling is that this female agent didn't leave with the defecting division commander; she ran back to apologize. Isn't that just plain stupid?!
The handover went very smoothly, and then we went to the detention center to pick her up.
She looked somewhat haggard, but there were no signs of torture, because she hadn't been bribed, and the facts were clear, so there was no need to beat her. Seeing us come to pick her up, she seemed to have already understood her fate; her already fair face became even paler. But she didn't protest her innocence; in fact, she said nothing at all, just got up from her bed in the cell and walked out somewhat blankly.
She wasn't wearing any restraints in the cell, because she didn't want to run away or resist.
I took out handcuffs, and without me saying anything, she extended her two slender, jade-like hands.
I grabbed her arm and helped her outside. She followed me silently, offering no resistance, though her slender body swayed slightly.
She used to be a division commander's secretary, always dressed in a crisp American military officer's uniform; I could imagine how beautiful she must have been. But now she was a prisoner, no longer able to appear as an officer, so her cap and jacket were removed, leaving her only in her shirt. Fortunately, it was summer, so she wouldn't feel cold.
The American military shirt was thin, and through the sleeves, I could feel the uniquely fleshy texture of her upper arms. I tried my best to control myself, to keep my lower body from getting erect, but it seemed quite difficult. Luckily, the car was parked in the yard, so the ordeal didn't last too long.
(II)
Xiao Zhang sat in the car first, helping me get her in, and then the two of us sandwiched her between us. The car wasn't too narrow, but I still found myself sitting close to her. Xiao Zhang seemed to have the same thought, so she tried to move away from me, but couldn't. I pressed my hips against hers, pretending to nonchalantly feel the fleshy texture of her full buttocks. Her body trembled slightly, but it quickly subsided, while my little brother, quite uncooperatively, stood up and remained erect for the entire journey.
At first, we remained silent, bouncing along with the vehicle, but later, perhaps unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer, she spoke first: "Hey, can you do me a favor?"
"What?"
"Can you let me die cleanly?"
"Want to take a bath? That's not difficult."
"No, that's not what I meant."
"Then what is it?"
"I know the rules of our organization. But, I'm still a girl, can I die as a girl?" Her face suddenly turned very red.
"This..." I couldn't answer. If it were just me, I might have agreed, but I still vividly remembered the head instructor's words. Besides... was she a virgin? The female trainees in our special training class might need to use their beauty and bodies to carry out missions at any time in the future, so seducing men was a required course. Unless there was a pre-existing purpose, none of these female trainees could graduate as virgins. Was she one of the very few?
"Never mind," she said, somewhat disappointed by my hesitation. Then she changed the subject and began to tell us about her own experiences. We just listened blankly, offering no comment.
She was a trained agent, disciplined, so she didn't care about our silence at all, continuing to talk to herself to dispel her unease. We then learned that she had been captivated by the commander's charming demeanor, which was why she hadn't taken action despite several opportunities. Even after the "uprising" was announced, she still couldn't bring herself to draw her gun, watching helplessly as the commander led tens of thousands of troops away.
I really felt sorry for her, truly! Later, I heard that the division commander had risen to a high position over there, and I wondered if he knew that there was such a devoted woman here who paid the ultimate price for her unrequited love.
The discipline was enforced at noon the next day, using hanging. However, early in the morning, all the trainees and those who had been recalled were gathered in formation on the parade ground, numbering about three hundred. The principal and the discipline director first addressed the students on the platform where they usually directed drills, and then ordered the students who had violated discipline to be brought up to the platform.
When she woke up in the morning, we gave her water as she requested, let her take a bath, and after she got dressed, we handcuffed her hands behind her back. Her uniform skirt fit her perfectly, tightly hugging her round buttocks. When I put the handcuffs on her, my hands were so close to her buttocks that I felt very nervous.
Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu held her arms on either side, and I followed behind, pushing her onto the platform and making her stand facing the crowd. I gently grabbed her long hair from behind, making her raise her head.
The discipline director read out her execution order and then said, "Before the execution, she will be used as a reward for outstanding trainees in a special mission drill. Now, those whose names I call, come to the front."
He read out more than a dozen names, and I was the first.
I saw those whose names were called excitedly step forward to the front, while the others looked on with envy. There were also twenty or thirty female trainees standing alone in a line, their faces flushed and looking very unnatural.
At this moment, the principal left, and the discipline director looked at me: "You are in charge here. Do you know what to do?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll go first. I'll come back before the execution."
"Yes!"
I grabbed her hair and gently twisted her face. From her side, I saw her flushed cheeks and a slight glimmer of tears in her eyes.
I didn't care what she thought. I just gently pulled her hand up and then slipped my other hand between her hand and body, gently touching her buttocks. She trembled slightly. Then I wrapped both hands around her sides, my left hand reaching up towards her chest, my right hand down to her lower abdomen, pulling her tightly against me. Her breasts were very full and firm, her lower abdomen smooth and soft, and her pert buttocks pressed against my hard spot, making me feel incredibly excited.
I pressed my left hand against both sides of her breasts, then unbuttoned her shirt one button at a time, pulling it down from her shoulders and wrapping it around her forearms, revealing her slender shoulders and back. I gently stroked her snow-white bare back, carefully studying every inch of her skin.
She was wearing a white bra, the kind only issued to female officers of the American-style military academy. Amidst the barely suppressed gasps from the audience, I unhooked her bra and pulled it down. Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu helped me unlock her handcuffs, allowing me to pull her shirt down from her arms before re-handcuffing her. She cooperated fully, offering no resistance whatsoever.
I reached out and embraced her again, one hand still covering her exposed breasts, slowly kneading her nipples. I heard her heavy breathing.
This was my first time with a real woman, but from the training course, I knew that women were very sensitive to a man's manipulation, so I guessed that the breathing was a sign that she was becoming aroused. My interest grew, and my hand, which had been stroking her lower abdomen, unconsciously reached for the buttons of her military skirt and unbuttoned them.
A chorus of gasps erupted from the audience. In such a situation, the men were naturally very excited.
I felt her skirt slip down, revealing the hem of her shirt that had been tucked inside. I unbuttoned the last button of the shirt, letting it fall to the ground. What remained was a pair of briefs clinging to her body, a rationed foreign item.
I released her, took a small step back, and looked down at her lower body. I saw two bare, white legs, the skirt wrapped around her ankles. I crouched down and slowly stroked her thighs from behind, pulling her stockings down as my hand moved from her groin. Finally, I grabbed her panties and slowly but firmly pulled them off.
The moment her buttocks were revealed, my blood almost froze. How white and tender, how round and smooth her buttocks were! The two snow-white muscles sagged slightly, forming two horizontal folds in an arc between her buttocks and thighs, a deep slit running between her buttocks and legs, arousing my fantasies.
I had long forgotten who I was, impulsively grabbing her two round buttocks, squeezing them tightly, occasionally parting them to reveal a deep indentation with radiating fine lines. Because she had just showered, there was no odor there.
I couldn't control myself, grabbing her slender ankles and making her lift her feet so I could remove the skirt and panties wrapped around them, and then I spread her legs apart. She did as I instructed, and I could see between her legs from below.
I saw a tuft of dark pubic hair in front of her, and from there a deep slit of flesh extending to her anus. That place was very tempting, and I reached out and gently poked between the slits. She arched her body and groaned. I knew my actions must have been very stimulating for her, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted that way.
Then I stood up and went to the front of the stage.
(III)
"Those who were called, stay; the rest, disperse," I ordered.
Before I finished speaking, the girls had already covered their faces and run away, while the rest lingered behind.
I told Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu to take her to a small room that had been prepared in advance next to the playground. When the others saw that there was nothing left to see, they left, looking back every few steps. I was very pleased with myself.
I went to the small room without windows, where the electric light illuminated everything. She had already been pushed onto the only large bed by Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu and lay down on her back.
I walked over and gestured to Xiao Zhang and the others not to hold her down, because I could tell she didn't want to resist.
I looked at her quietly; she lay there stiffly, her head turned to one side, two streams of tears slowly flowing onto the bed.
I saw that her nipples were small and pointed, red like two fresh goji berries. Her lower abdomen wasn't flat like ours, but rather somewhat rounded, and thick black hair grew in the triangle area between her tightly pressed legs.
I took off her high heels and then completely removed her stockings, then turned back and told Xiao Zhang and the others to collect her underwear; it could be sold for a lot of money. At this moment, she was truly naked.
I parted her legs and then gently separated her labia with my fingers, revealing her labia minora and pink, tender flesh, which was already somewhat moist. But I felt it wasn't enough, so I rubbed the red protrusion in front of her labia minora with my fingers. Suddenly, her whole body convulsed, and she made a series of rapid "ha ha" sounds, not laughter, but the kind of sound everyone understood.
Her legs kept curling up and down, her body twisting as if trying to avoid my hands. I grabbed one of her knees and pulled her down, my hand still firmly stimulating her clitoris. She finally gave in, still convulsing but no longer twisting, letting me touch her until she released a large amount of fluid.
I saw that it was enough, and I was also quite aroused, so I took off my clothes and pressed her down tightly. She didn't resist or show any dissatisfaction, just stared at the wall beside her with teary eyes.
I slipped myself between her labia, her fleshy lips enveloping me, a sensation that was both stimulating and incredibly resistant. I didn't relax, but instead pushed harder and harder until the resistance suddenly lessened. She shuddered, frowned, and tears streamed down her face like broken beads. I felt no pity. Who told her to disobey orders and treat the enemy like her dream lover!
I found playing with this woman incredibly pleasurable; her wet, tight vagina gripped me tightly, sending waves of electric shocks through me. At first, I moved slowly, savoring her pleasure, but then I lost all restraint, thrusting wildly like a madman until a gush of heat shot down my throat. As I stood up, I glanced at her genitals; a trace of blood mingled with the thin fluid flowing from her perineum to her anus. She really was a virgin!
Afterwards, Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu went upstairs to enjoy themselves, and then I went out to call the dozen or so men waiting outside in one by one. For female agents, the honey trap is their most frequently used weapon, so from the beginning, they were prepared to have relations with different men, which is why this woman could so quietly allow so many men to enjoy her.
After everything was over, it was still early before noon, so I had her lie there and wait. She lay there for a full half hour before she finally stopped crying.
She had noticed the gallows standing in the middle of the playground long ago, so she took this opportunity to ask me in a low voice, "I heard that people who suffocate to death lose control of their bladder, is that true?" "
Didn't you graduate from the special training program? You should have learned about this."
"Then, will I also lose control of my bladder?"
"Are you any different from others?"
"Then, is there any way to stop it?"
"What way?"
"I don't want to embarrass myself."
"I think there are ways. One is to empty your bladder completely, another is an enema, and another is to plug it up."
She hesitated for a long time, then blushed and said, "Then could you please plug it up for me? Please plug it up properly so no one can tell."
Of course, I had no objection, but finding suitable materials still took a lot of effort. In the end, I went to the infirmary and got a few rolls of bandages. I put her high heels on, had her get off the bed, and had her lie face down on the bed with her buttocks sticking up.
I used my fingers to push the rolls of bandages into her anus. To make sure it was plugged up properly, I inserted the whole roll, and surprisingly, I didn't encounter much resistance. Luckily, I had asked for a few extra rolls, otherwise it might not have worked. This skinny girl had swallowed six rolls of bandages at once.
I inserted my finger into her anus and pushed it in forcefully until I couldn't push any further. When I pulled my finger out, her anus closed again, and you couldn't tell anything had been inserted. I found a broken earthenware basin and had her squat on it and urinate loudly.
Watching her labia open and close as she urinated, I suddenly became interested again. As soon as she finished, I pushed her to the edge of the bed and made her lie face down like when I inserted the bandages. Then I did it again from behind. Xiao Zhang and Xiao Liu naturally wouldn't just stand by and watch; they came over and did it again. This time she didn't cry; she accepted everything very calmly, and even hummed a few times while we were thrusting.
(IV)
Two or three hours passed quickly, and noon was almost here. Hearing the whistle for assembly outside, she knew the final moment was approaching. Her face, already flushed with shame from being played with by men, paled slightly. She forced herself to remain calm, letting me comb her disheveled hair, which had been torn apart while she was being tormented on the bed.
I heard the discipline master outside order, "Take the inconsiderate out," and told Xiao Zhang and the other man to help her out.
She stood up affectedly, twisting her body to shake off Xiao Zhang and the other man, and walked out with her head held high. But I could see she was still terrified; her body swayed slowly as she walked, her hips gently swaying from side to side, each step carefully taken, clearly a struggle to control her increasingly uncontrollable nerves.
As soon as she stepped out of the room, I heard a chorus of groans from the crowd. It seemed everyone shared our intense feelings about her nakedness, though I was fortunate enough to have experienced it firsthand.
Reaching the gallows, I saw several film cameras set up around it. I knew that because she had been a trainee in a special training program, the program was recording her execution to distribute to other training programs or to show to future trainees, so that everyone would forever remember the consequences of disobeying orders.
She was clearly bewildered by this arrangement that would forever expose her naked body, shrinking back in shame and pleading, "Please, don't take my picture."
But discipline is merciless. We pushed her to the gallows, where several ammunition boxes were placed. I made her stand on them, and several cameras simultaneously started clicking away. I knelt down and tied two ropes to her ankles, the other ends of which were attached to two small wooden stakes two or three meters apart on the ground. Then I took off her high heels and handed them to Xiao Zhang.
I stood on the boxes and put the noose around her neck, ensuring it was just right, not too loose, around her slender neck.
The dozens of female trainees were deliberately positioned below the gallows, their faces flushed and beads of sweat glistening on their foreheads.
Xiao Zhang, Xiao Liu, and I stepped aside, holding the other end of the noose and pulling it slightly taut.
The discipline director shouted from the platform, "Execute!"
I saw the girls' mouths gape open, their faces suddenly turning deathly pale.
Just before the three of us pulled the rope taut and dragged her to the ion bomb box, I heard her scream as the rope snapped.
She was hoisted high into the air. At first, she didn't move, slowly rising like a lifeless object. When she was about a meter tall, the ropes binding her ankles were pulled apart.
Suddenly, she struggled, her supple waist twisting desperately, her long, beautiful legs kicking wildly. We hoisted her as high as possible, securing her firmly in mid-air with the three ropes, then tied the ropes securely to the bottom of the gallows, leaving her on top, having completed our mission.
I saw her stretched into a "V" shape by three ropes, her snow-white buttocks jiggling, her waist flowing in serpentine curves. Her originally tight anus would suddenly open, forming a dark, round hole, then suddenly contract, the muscles of her vulva twitching in unison.
From the muscular lines rolling beneath her once smooth limbs, one could imagine the agony she was in. Poor woman, how could you fall in love with your enemy?!
She struggled for a good ten minutes, until even the men present found it unbearable to watch. Then she suddenly stopped, and a few drops of urine trickled from between her still tightly clenched labia.
After a while, just when everyone thought, "Finally, it's over," she suddenly began to writhe even more violently, making the gallows creak as if it were about to snap.
However, this struggle lasted only a few seconds, before she finally ended her death throes forever.
Because I was standing to her side and slightly behind, I only caught a glimpse of her face when I left the training ground.
It was a completely distorted face, bluish-purple, with her tongue sticking out and her eyes rolling back, looking extremely ferocious. No wonder the female trainees wet their pants in public.
After graduating, I engaged in covert operations and assassinations, killing many people, including young female students, teachers, and factory workers like this female trainee, some of whom were as beautiful as her. Before killing them, my colleagues and I never wasted their bodies, and without exception, we made sure they died naked. We tried different methods to kill these women—with guns, force, ropes, or even strangulation. Once, because there were too many of us, we even played a beautiful female student to death.
But no matter what, none of these methods left as deep an impression on me as this execution of the female trainee who violated discipline. Perhaps it's because the first time leaves the strongest memory.

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