[My wife, after she went out] (21-25)

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Author: Li Yiyi
Word Count: 25337
Chapter Twenty-One
My wife, on the other hand, grew increasingly uneasy. She walked down a long, dark corridor, and the door to the interrogation room opened
. Naked, she was dragged into the interrogation room by Da Mao and his three companions. The fat and thin men discreetly closed the soundproof
door and left. The room's layout was designed to make the person being interrogated feel as
uncomfortable and humiliated as possible. My wife had never been to such a place before, and from the moment she stepped inside
, she felt helpless and afraid, shivering uncontrollably. Lacking life experience, my wife was
terrified by the menacing attitude of these two comrades; her legs trembled uncontrollably.
The four lamps around the interrogation room were covered with blue carbon paper, casting a dark blue hue throughout, creating
a sense of dread. In the center of the room, above the interrogated person's head, was a large 200-watt light bulb, illuminating the small space
brighter than daytime—a hellish atmosphere deliberately created by Da Mao and Huang Mao.
My wife struggled to lift her head and saw a sign on the interrogation room that read, "Confess and you will be treated leniently; resist and you will be punished severely."
She felt an indescribable sense of oppression. The room contained an interrogation table, two chairs
, and an interrogation stool. Electric stun guns, rubber batons, and chains were neatly arranged on the walls. For a woman, especially a young woman, nothing 　　is more unbearable
than being stripped naked and interrogated. When my wife stood naked in the center of the interrogation room, she immediately displayed 　　an expression of humiliation, extreme tension, and fear. Thinking about the severe 　　torture she was about to endure, far beyond ordinary torture, she felt a double torment, both physically and mentally. In fact, this kind of interrogation environment 　　can have a significant psychological impact on anyone. Even a person with normal mental fortitude, brought into this environment, is easily 　　made more timid and fearful by the atmosphere. 　　With a bang, the door slammed shut, and the fat and thin men left. Da Mao grabbed my wife's 　　arm, which was handcuffed behind her back, pulling her back and causing her to stumble. He pushed her to the interrogation bench, his voice low but his tone extremely 　　stern as he ordered, "Stand still!" 　　My wife trembled with fear at Da Mao's imposing presence. Naked and with her exposed breasts exposed, she 　　stood there, tears welling in her eyes, trying to hide, too afraid to move. She stood frozen before Da Mao, the humiliation and fear indescribable 　　! 　　Da Mao handed a cigarette to Glasses, who was organizing materials at the interrogation table. He then lit the cigarette and peered through the smoke 　　at my helpless wife, his gaze lingering on her mature body. Although married, she hadn't 　　given birth, yet maintained a perfectly voluptuous figure. Time had etched on her a mature and alluring quality, 　　the kind of naked body every man longed for. Da Mao admired my 　　wife's utterly humiliated and helpless expression, a lewd smile creeping across his face. 　　"Ah..." My wife didn't know what to do. She lowered her head, letting her hair cover her blushing face. 　　Being stared at by Da Mao's eyes on her private parts was unbearable humiliation. The intense shame made her 　　dizzy, the blush spreading to her snow-white neck. 　　"Lift your head!" Da Mao used his fingers to lift my wife's chin. My wife breathed heavily, her chest 　　heaving as she lifted her head, her face flushed, her eyes filled with sorrow and shame as she looked at Da Mao, her snow-white shoulders trembling. 　　"Haha! Blushing! You can be shy now?" Da Mao stared at A Mei's frightened expression. He saw my wife 　　's face burning like fire, her teeth clenched to suppress a scream. He then maliciously mocked and pressed her, 　　"Are you shy about being naked like this? Or are you shy about stealing? Which are you shy about?" 　　Such questions were incomparable. The humiliation made my wife's hair stand on end. She 　　began to sweat profusely, biting her lip, unsure how to answer. 　　Seeing this, Da Mao's face darkened. He quickly grabbed my wife's neck with his left hand and raised his right hand, slapping 　　her hard across the face several times, cursing, "Damn it, here you have to answer whatever they ask! Understand?" 　　Suddenly, my wife felt the pain and fear from the slaps, tears welling in her eyes. She begged for mercy, crying, "I 　　...I understand..." 　　"What question did I ask you? Answer it!" Da Mao said, continuing to slap my wife hard. 　　My wife was beaten until she saw stars, tears streaming down her face. She cried out in pain, "I'm ashamed to steal... 　　ashamed!" 　　"Thieves and petty thieves are the most hated by the masses! Especially women, they're shameless. No money? Just 　　buy a cunt! It's better than stealing!" Da Mao stopped, took a drag of his cigarette, and 　　blew smoke into my wife's face. Then, he pulled at her pubic hair and asked lewdly, "How did you 　　buy a cunt? When did you start?" 　　"I... I didn't... no..." My wife coughed a few times, choked by the smoke, and trembled, indicating she didn't 　　understand. 　　"No... your labia are like this... are you a virgin?" Da Mao's hand pinched my wife's drooping 　　labia, laughing. Seeing the bitterness on my wife's beautiful face, completely at a loss for words, Da 　　Mao directly inserted a finger into her vagina. She trembled with humiliation. 　　"No!...Don't do this..." My wife instinctively tightened her thighs, while Da Mao deliberately thrust forcefully 　　. My wife, fearing her vagina was dry, felt pain in her lower body, causing her to twist her hips and struggle free from Da Mao's fingers 　　. She knelt on the ground, head raised, pleading with shame and regret, "Spare...spare me..." 　　Da Mao's face darkened, and he coldly said, "Your attitude matters when you come in. A good attitude means less suffering." 　　For my wife, once brought into the torture chamber, what awaited her was all sorts of humiliation and 　　insults inflicted on her sensitive body parts. Da Mao and his accomplices would fully utilize each such 　　"interrogation" as an excuse to seek stimulation and vent their lust through the physical abuse of my wife. To achieve their 　　goals, Da Mao and Huang Mao had long since devised a series of methods specifically designed to deal with women. 　　Next, Da Mao forced my wife to sit on the torture bench, a high-backed armchair made of iron bars.

It turned out that the armrests on both sides were movable. After my wife sat down completely naked with her bare buttocks exposed, her lower
legs were spread apart and fixed to the front corners of the chair, leaving her thighs spread wide. What embarrassed and uncomfortable my wife the most was that the chair
seat was just a single metal pipe. Her feet involuntarily reached down to find support, but they couldn't reach the ground at all.
The metal pipe on the chair seat basically supported her body weight, and the metal pipe in the middle of her vagina was deeply embedded in her tender vaginal flesh
. My wife involuntarily spread her legs as wide as possible, trying to reduce the pressure on her vagina from being squeezed by the metal pipe.
The immense pain caused her to involuntarily groan in agony and helplessly endure it.
My wife's exposed upper body was leaning back in the chair, her arms behind her back, her hands handcuffed to
the crossbar behind the chair. Her breasts could only stand high, her full breasts trembling. Her full weight caused
the thick, hard iron pipe to penetrate deeper and deeper into her tender, swollen vagina. My wife could only painfully tilt her head back, clench her teeth, and
groan and tremble all over.
A few chairs and an interrogation table were set up. A man with glasses sat behind the desk, while Da Mao stood in front of my wife, adopting
an interrogation stance. He stopped smiling, picked up a stack of papers from the table,
gestured to the man with glasses, and slowly said, "Alright, let's get down to business. First, let's verify your identity.
What's your name?"
My wife, sitting on the torture bench, trembled uncontrollably, murmuring, "It hurts...it hurts, no...
no..."
The man with glasses, sitting at the interrogation table, said to my wife, whose face was filled with terror, "I'll make you sit
and answer questions now. If you don't confess properly, you'll suffer even more later, understand?"
A smug look appeared on Da Mao's lips; clearly, my wife's pain pleased him greatly. Da Mao leaned down, looking
at my wife's sweaty face, and repeated the question, "What's your name?"
My wife, covered in sweat, her eyes wide and her face turning purple, quickly answered with her name.
Wearing glasses, the interrogator meticulously took my wife's statement, asking about her birth date, age, ethnicity, education level, registered address
, and other basic information. Although the bright light shone directly on her face, and the glare felt like countless needles
piercing her eyes, she endured it and answered.
Da Mao, sitting on the interrogation table, thoroughly questioned my wife about her family and personal background. This seasoned veteran
already knew everything about her, believing that a woman like her was the easiest to humiliate and manipulate
without causing trouble. He couldn't contain himself and stood up, walking up to my wife and sternly asking, "Why were you
arrested?"
Suddenly asked such a question, my wife seemed somewhat wronged, lowering her head, unsure how to
answer.
"Do you need to repeat yourself?" Da Mao asked, somewhat loudly.
"I...I..." my wife stammered, still unable to give a direct answer.
Without hesitation, Da Mao grabbed my wife's hair, lifted her head, and slapped her
twice, yelling, "Why are you being arrested!"
My wife's face was pulled upwards helplessly, and she said with a pained expression, "I stole something... Waaah..."
"What did you steal?" Da Mao continued to pull my wife's hair mercilessly.
My wife's hands were cuffed behind the chair, and her feet were locked. Her hair was being pulled painfully, and she knew
she had really stolen underwear, so she hurriedly gasped, "I stole underwear..."
"Anything else?" Da Mao urged.
"No... I really only stole one pair of underwear... I didn't take anything else..." My wife naively
thought that seeing a comrade would help her, but she didn't expect that the out-of-towners in the compound would trick her and cause her trouble.
"The reports from the victims here are all very clear. Are you trying to downplay your crimes? Are you having too much fun?"
The man with glasses slammed his hand on the interrogation table, and his cold words made my wife tremble with fear.
My wife was on the verge of tears, pleading, "I'm telling the truth... I really
didn't take anything else from their room..."
"Oh! You only stole underwear? Why did you steal it?" Da Mao knew my wife had admitted to stealing, and no
matter what, he had leverage over her. He removed his hand from my wife's hair, staring at the
thick, hard iron pipe in the middle of the interrogation chair, which was penetrating deeper and deeper into my wife's plump vagina, and asked lecherously.
Seeing that Da Mao wasn't pressing her about stealing anything else, my wife,
somewhat foolishly trying to prove she had only stolen underwear, recounted how she had wet her pants, gone to the yard's outhouse to urinate, stole a pair of
underwear, and then tried to grab a ribbon to tie her skirt before entering the house, only to be discovered
.
Da Mao and the man with glasses sat on the interrogation table. Neither knew the real situation, so they listened to my wife's
confession while reviewing the police reports from the out-of-towners. They discovered that Sister Hua and her husband stated in their reports that
after my wife was caught on the spot, she shamelessly stripped naked and ran away, but was still caught. They found two
hundred yuan in her bra, and a gold ring had fallen out of her genitals. Sister Hua also discovered that my wife's underwear and other items belonged to her
family, and a platinum ring had been stolen and was still missing, suspected to have been stuffed into her anus.
Faced with the evidence, my wife publicly admitted to all of this, except for refusing to hand over the platinum ring. That's why they
reported the case, requesting the police to help find the ring.
My wife's vagina was wedged between the iron pipe of the interrogation chair, making it difficult for her to finish recounting the truth, and she even fantasized about
begging Da Mao and the others to let her go.
After listening to my wife's statement, Da Mao and the man with glasses found that the account given by her colleague was completely different from
their own. In particular, my wife had confessed at the scene, but was denying it here. This was unacceptable!
A wicked thought of thoroughly "training" my wife surged within them. They stood up simultaneously and stood in front of her. Da Mao
looked her over mockingly, a wicked smile on his face, and asked, "Are you done with your story…?"
"I…I…it's all true…" My wife stammered,
surprised to see Da Mao and the others approaching. "Damn it…it's true…" the man with glasses said, grabbing a plastic baton and 　　slamming it
against the interrogation table . 　　"Don't hit me…" My wife cried out in alarm at the sound of the baton, "You guys…"

" You can't hit people..."
"Police don't hit people, don't worry..." Da Mao slightly lifted my wife's chin with his fingers, looking at her pale
face, then grabbed my wife's breasts with both hands, lewdly laughing as he grabbed:
"This is 'grabbing,' comrades can grab people..."
My wife trembled all over. Da Mao, seeing my wife's shame, didn't stop there, and then
pinched and pulled my wife's nipples, demonstrating and explaining that this was not 'hitting.'
My wife's breasts were sore from these actions that tears welled up in her eyes, and she cried and begged for mercy...
Da Mao was playing with my wife's breasts in front, while the man in glasses squatted behind the interrogation bench, putting the plastic baton
inside a retractable water pipe, adjusting it so that it was wedged into my wife's vulva
, then quietly stood up, watching Da Mao grab my wife's breasts, he said with some excitement:
"So saggy! Come on... pull it up... higher..."
Da Mao knew the bespectacled man's implication. He deliberately pulled my wife's nipples upwards. My wife
cried out in pain, trying to raise her buttocks to reduce the pain. The bespectacled man took the opportunity
to press down the iron pipe under the interrogation chair...
At this moment, Da Mao suddenly relaxed his hand, and my wife's buttocks naturally lowered. The baton was
thrust into her vagina, all the way to her uterus. Although my wife was no longer a virgin, she had never
experienced having a foreign object inserted into her vagina without her knowledge. When the baton was thrust in, she felt
a sharp pain in her lower body. More unbearable than the physical pain was the indescribable sense of humiliation and fear. My wife
involuntarily tensed up and screamed in terror, "Waaah... waaah... it hurts so much..."
The bespectacled man looked at my wife's hands cuffed together... Her arms were twisted behind her back and handcuffed together, suspending her from the interrogation
bench. Her legs were spread apart and secured to two iron hoops on the bench, immobilizing her entirely.
All of this happened in a fleeting instant, causing excruciating pain. My wife
screamed in agony, struggling to lift her buttocks to free herself from the plastic baton inserted into her vagina, but was
held down by the man wearing glasses beside her, who leered, "The law allows us to use police equipment!
There's no instruction on how to use it… haha!"
My wife twisted desperately, but her hands and feet were firmly restrained, leaving her no room for resistance. The intense
pain sent shivers down my spine; the muscles in my thighs and lower abdomen trembled violently. The pain was enough to cause her
nerves to tremble hysterically—an agony that no woman could possibly endure. She cried out and begged
…
"The comrade didn't hit you, so why are you crying? Haha!" Da Mao watched as the plastic baton was shoved into my wife's vagina,
causing her uterus to convulse violently. She felt a sharp pain in her pelvic area, as if she were being burned by fire or
cut by a sharp blade. My wife's abdomen involuntarily arched up. Da Mao then interrogated my wife about what else she had stolen
.
My wife sobbed with shame and humiliation, her body trembling intermittently, her heavy breasts swaying alluringly
. The pain in her lower body plunged her into a trembling, excruciating agony, so much so that she endured
it without answering. Da Mao was furious. They didn't stop there. The man with glasses took a restraint belt and wrapped it around my wife
's waist, binding it tightly to the back of the interrogation chair, rendering her completely immobile and unable to resist. Then, the man with
glasses removed the plastic baton from my wife's vagina and adjusted it to face her anus.
My wife's dark anal area had folds arranged in a circle, like a quiet little daisy, with some raised bumps of skin
interspersed among them. When the man with glasses tried to insert the plastic baton into my wife's anus, she was terrified and
tried to tighten her sphincter muscles to resist, but it was to no avail. The baton was mechanically and slowly inserted into my
wife's anus, going deeper and deeper. It was extremely painful. My wife couldn't believe that having her anus pierced could
hurt so much, but she was completely unable to stop it. She could only struggle and cry out loudly...
The man standing in front of my wife looked quite pleased as he watched beads of sweat constantly rolling down my wife's pained
face. Her breathing was trembling; she must have been in great pain. That was for sure. Her small,
delicate anus was being brutally pried open by the plastic baton; how could it not hurt?
My wife felt like her lower body was being hammered into a wooden stake. Her eyes were almost rolling back
as she cried out for mercy. Besides the pain from the penetration of her anus, there was also the pain of her legs being spread wide, her vagina completely exposed,
the purplish-red flesh and complex folds clearly visible inside. This made her naked body pale, and she was covered in sticky sweat,
making her incoherently say, "I...I...was wrong...please let me go...it hurts so much..."
Torturing women seemed to be Da Mao's greatest pleasure. He and the man with glasses completely ignored my wife's incessant
cries and pleas, and even took out an electric baton, bringing it close to my wife's exposed vulva.
"Snap... Snap," two sounds rang out as the electric shock flashed across my wife's most vulnerable and sensitive areas.
My muscles tensed, stars raced before my eyes, and my eyeballs felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets. My genitals
trembled violently, and I spurted out a stream of urine...
The man with glasses gripped the stun gun again, repeatedly bringing it closer to my wife's cunt and turning on the switch.
With each strike of the stun gun, my wife's body reacted, her genitals uncontrollably
spurting out streams of urine in extreme fear and pain. Her screams and pleas for mercy echoed in the interrogation room, causing the perverted Da Mao and the man with
glasses to burst into laughter.
My wife was completely disoriented, but she vaguely sensed that
telling the truth might be disastrous. The humiliation and torture she was facing were driving her to the brink of a mental breakdown
. Her mind was a complete mess. While desperately begging them to let her go, she steeled herself and, resignedly,
tearfully confessed that she had also stolen two hundred yuan and two rings…
“Tell me the whole theft story clearly, from beginning to end!” the bespectacled man shouted at my wife,
handing the stun gun to Da Mao before taking her to the interrogation table to take her statement.
Da Mao still held the stun gun; if my wife's confession was slightly off, a threatening roar would ring in her ears.
With a roar, Da Mao immediately brought the stun gun close. My wife was terrified; sweat poured from every pore of her body, forming
beads of water that dripped to the ground. She was already at her breaking point and could only confess
to the crime as instructed.
As my wife recounted her ordeal, Da Mao, seeing her suffering, showed no pity.
When my wife confessed to something wrong, he used a variety of cruel methods to torture her, viciously targeting her most sensitive, vulnerable, and
shameful parts of her body to play with and humiliate her. For a woman, the humiliation and
pain of such torture are unimaginable.
This continued for nearly half an hour. The man with glasses had basically finished taking the statement, and somewhat humbly asked Da
Mao if he had anything to add. Da Mao thought for a moment, then walked over and sat down at the interrogation table. He asked seriously, "Why did you come
here to steal?"
My wife was momentarily speechless. Da Mao suddenly shouted, "Why did you come here...
? Who told you to come?" He deliberately omitted the part about "stealing," trying to get my wife to say that her
sister had told her to come and steal.
My wife, not being very educated, obviously didn't understand the purpose of Da Mao's questioning. She quickly said, "My sister,
Ali, told me to come!"
"Where would you take the stolen goods?" he said, then continued, "If you hadn't been caught,
where would you have gone?"
"To my sister Ali," my wife hesitated.
Hearing my wife's answer, Da Mao seemed somewhat satisfied. He glanced at what the man with glasses had written on the statement: Question:
Why did you come here to steal? "
Answer: 'My sister Ali asked me to come!'
Question: 'Where are you taking the stolen goods?'
Answer: 'To my sister Ali.'
After reading this, Da Mao and the man with glasses exchanged a knowing smile. The man with glasses then
added a few more questions to the end of the statement, then walked to my wife's side, unlocked the handcuffs behind her back, removed the restraints around her waist, and
untied the two iron hoops securing her legs.
My wife's body and four restraints were loosened, and she immediately pressed her hands on the armrests of the interrogation chair, struggling to lift
her buttocks, and pulled out the black plastic baton inserted into her anus. When she stood up naked, her anus still
retained a stinging and dilating sensation as if something had pierced it."
After such interrogation, my wife's dignity and personality had been completely stripped away. When she
stood naked in front of Da Mao and the man with glasses, an indescribable sense of sorrow and fear tore at her heart.
My wife was so ashamed that she didn't even dare to rub her painful anus, let alone
cover her exposed private parts. When she saw their hideous faces, she could only lower her head in fear and remain silent
.
"Haha! Feeling better now?" The man with glasses had a perverted lust in his eyes, enjoying my wife's
pathetic state after being played with. He leered and asked, "Did the comrade hit you?"
My wife, being mocked and sized up by the man with glasses, became tense and frightened upon hearing the question.
Cold sweat poured down her completely naked body. My wife hurriedly shook her head and answered, "No... the comrade
didn't hit anyone... didn't hit me..."
"Is that right? The comrade is dealing with the matter, not the person! If you tell the truth, have a good attitude, and respect people,
will they respect you? You can't just make things up. The fact that you're standing here shows that we've treated you well.
After the previous women were interrogated, they lay on the ground convulsing like paralyzed people." Da Mao earnestly frightened my
wife, who felt a great sense of fear from his words, and her body trembled.
Da Mao glanced at his watch. He had intended to call it a day, as he felt the urge to urinate and thought there was still some time.
He grinned maliciously and asked, "Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?" "
Yes...I want..." The intense spotlights in the interrogation room made her feel unbearably hot. My wife
was indeed thirsty, but how could she make such a request? Little did she know Da Mao's intentions; she thought her cooperation and
endurance would earn her alms from Da Mao and his men.
"Is it true?" Da Mao turned around and picked up a half-finished bottle of mineral water from the interrogation table. He
pretended to verify, or perhaps worried my wife was lying, and asked again, "Don't try to cheat or play games with me, okay?"
My wife looked at the bottle of water in Da Mao's hand, her expression sincere and grateful, and said, "I'm really thirsty, I need
some water...please...thank you..."
Da Mao listened, finished the water in one gulp, tossed the bottle aside, and arrogantly walked up to my wife
. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his slightly erect, brown penis: "Kneel down! Open your mouth..."
My wife's head throbbed, a wave of fear and unease washing over her. She never imagined Da Mao could be so evil
, to want to humiliate her like this. Faced with the ugly and terrifying penis, her whole body trembled uncontrollably
. "No! No!" My wife backed away.
"Come here!" From Da Mao's cruel grin, my wife felt a wave of terror wash over her; her full breasts trembled
, and her pretty face was filled with fear.
My wife stared at Da Mao with terrified eyes, a hint of fear creeping across her delicate face: "Why...why are you doing this
?"
Just as my wife hesitated, "Slap!" Her right breast was slapped, bouncing violently. Before she could stop,
her left breast was slapped too… "Stop! Please…" my wife pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" The crisp slaps continued, my wife's breasts bouncing and
shaking like balls, quickly turning red.
"Aren't you thirsty? I'm so thirsty, this is perfect for you to drink, understand? Kneel down and keep your eyes on
me!"
Each blow landed squarely on my wife's breasts. She groaned in pain, tears streaming down her face,
trying to block Da Mao's hand, but this only made his expression more ferocious. When he paused, my wife quickly
covered her breasts with her hands, afraid of further injury, and cried out for mercy, "I...I'll listen..."
Da Mao's methods of abusing my wife were always more vicious than anyone could imagine. My wife's scalp tingled, and she had
no choice but to kneel before Da Mao, looking at his smug and proud smile.
"Open your mouth..." Da Mao slapped my wife's cheek with his penis and pressed it against her red lips.
My wife slightly parted her lips and resolutely opened her mouth.
Suddenly, a hot liquid hit my wife's throat, then stopped. My wife quickly swallowed, hoping
not to taste the urine, but Da Mao's penis quickly spurted out another stream of urine, then stopped again. My wife was
forced to taste the salty, astringent urine.
Da Mao's urine then hit the tip of my wife's tongue, this time gushing out continuously. My wife tried hard to swallow,
but it still spilled from the corners of her mouth. Then, urine flowed from her chin, hot and fishy, down her neck to her chest.
It was a truly tragic and unforgettable scene. Tears streamed down my wife's face, her throat moved rapidly, her lips open to
Da Mao's brown penis, trying very hard to prevent the urine from spilling out, but gradually a few drops of urine seeped from the corners of her mouth
, then flowed out in large quantities down her chin.
After Da Mao finished urinating, he withdrew his penis. My wife bravely lowered her head to wipe the urine droplets from her chin, but upon seeing
the filth and urine mixed together on her breasts, she couldn't help but sob. Having never been so
humiliated, she glared at Da Mao before reluctantly wiping the urine off her body.
"Damn it...you think our boss's stuff is dirty?" The bespectacled man standing nearby, watching my
wife's humiliating act of drinking urine, noticed her reluctance and immediately slapped her head
, shouting, "Put your hands down...I'll wash you!"
He then pulled out his penis and urinated on my wife's beautiful face, deliberately hitting her lips,
then her face, and finally her breasts, urinating directly on her. The urine caused
my wife's nipples to become erect, drawing Da Mao's mockery.
My wife felt as if a stream of hot water had sprayed over her, but the salty, pungent smell of urine immediately filled the air. Her lips
tingled and itched, and some urine seeped into her mouth. Her mind was a complete blank. After the man with glasses finished urinating, Da Mao noticed
the floor was dirty and still smelled of urine. He found a rag under the interrogation table, tossed it to my wife, and
told her to clean it up.
Humiliated, my wife pitifully raised her face, avoiding
the gazes of Da Mao and the man with glasses as they sat on the interrogation table. Helplessly, she picked up the rag, slightly shaking her naked body, seemingly crying.
She squatted, arched her back, and lay prone, laboriously scrubbing the floor as directed by Da Mao and the man with glasses.
Afterwards, Da Mao, looking at my wife's disheveled state, gloated, saying that since my wife's
attitude was good, he'd give her 30 seconds to shower. He then lewdly told my wife
to wash herself under the tap in the back corner of the interrogation room.
My wife, who is always very clean, immediately went to the corner, squatted down with her legs slightly apart, turned on the tap, and
, holding the hose, listened to the bespectacled man's numbers '1-30' as she hastily washed away the sticky urine and filth from her body.
Da Mao and the bespectacled man, facing my wife who was now naked and clean, had an uncontrollable
look of excitement on their faces. Da Mao said sternly, "How many times have you stolen from me so far?"
Overwhelmed with fear, my wife gasped for breath, pleading tearfully, "
Please let me go! I'll only steal this once... really, not again!"
"You're so skilled at stealing, how could you do it only once?" the bespectacled man said loudly again, "
There have been many thefts in our area recently, were you the one who did them?"
"No... it wasn't me..." my wife lowered her head, shaking it frantically, feeling numb.
"If it wasn't you... then who was it...? According to our preliminary investigation, you still have many questions that haven't been answered clearly."
Da Mao pointed at my wife again and said, "Let's stop here for today... Come and sign!"
My wife looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow and despair, walked to the interrogation table, pointed to
the end of the paper with the glasses, wrote her name, and then pressed her fingerprint on a box of bright red ink. Da Mao then took out two
blank sheets of paper and ordered my wife to sign and press her fingerprint.
The interrogation was finally over. Da Mao and the glasses-wearing man escorted my naked wife to the next room. The room
was very bright when the lights were turned on. The walls were soundproofed, and the floor was covered with plastic sheets. Half of the room had two mattresses,
and the other half had a small iron cage with several iron chains hanging from the top and bottom. This was
where Da Mao and Huang Mao used to rape and torture women.
My wife was scared and terrified, looking at Da Mao and the man with glasses, not knowing what they were going to do to her.
Da Mao told her to think it over carefully, asking if she had committed any more crimes or illegal
activities.
Then, my wife saw the man with glasses cut two small pieces of tape and tear off two pieces of cotton and flatten them. She
watched with some fear. The man with glasses then used the tape to cover my wife's eyelids, preventing her from opening her eyes. He then applied
cotton pads, covered the cotton pads with a thick layer of folded gauze, sandwiched a layer of light-blocking black cotton cloth in the middle, and
then secured it tightly with tape at the top and bottom. Finally, he used a piece of transparent tape to seal the covering over her eyes, pressing it very
tightly.
After a thorough inspection, Da Mao, along with the man wearing glasses, dragged my wife into an iron cage. It was a
cage welded from iron bars about the thickness of a thumb, only about three feet long, and no more than two feet high and wide. My wife, tall
and plump, had her large body squeezed completely inside. She had to kneel and crawl inside, her feet
locked to the corners of the cage, legs spread apart. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back to
an iron post at the top of the cage, so her smooth back was pressed tightly against the top. My wife was tightly bound by three iron
bars inside the cage, suffering excruciating pain.
Each iron bar was thick. The first bar was half a foot off the ground, pressing down on my wife's neck and trapping
her head, leaving her no room to move and forcing her to turn her face to the side, pressed tightly against the cold ground. The second bar was the tallest,
only half a foot from the top, pressing firmly against her abdomen. This bar forced her to stick her buttocks high up, pressed tightly against the cage wall,
exposing her vulva and anus to anyone who could reach them. The most vicious bar was the third one
, which was inserted horizontally in the center of the cage, pressing down on Liu Qiong's slender waist, but its height was only
half that of the cage, pressing her waist down as much as possible.
Because my wife's head was pressed to the lowest point, her hands were handcuffed to the highest point outside the cage, and her buttocks were also sticking out
to the highest point, her waist would naturally be pressed against the top of the cage. Now, her waist was forcibly pressed down half a foot, folding her body
into a Z-shape, and the gag on her face was still so tight. She endured great pain. Just after Da
Mao and the man with glasses left and the door closed, my wife felt loneliness, sorrow, and fear enveloping her soul
. She didn't know what would happen next...
Chapter Twenty-Two
My wife sobbed with shame and humiliation, her body trembling from time to time, her heavy breasts... The room swayed alluringly
, and the pain in her lower body plunged her into a trembling, excruciating agony, so much so that she endured it without
answering. Da Mao was furious. They didn't stop there. The man with glasses took a restraint belt and wrapped it around my wife's waist
, binding it tightly to the back of the interrogation chair, rendering her completely immobile and unable to resist. Then, the man with glasses removed
the plastic baton from my wife's vagina and adjusted it to face her anus. My wife's dark
anal area had folds arranged in a circle, like a quiet little daisy, with some skin bumps interspersed among them. When
the man with glasses tried to insert the plastic baton into my wife's anus, she was terrified and tried to clench her sphincter
muscles to resist, but it was to no avail. The baton was mechanically and slowly inserted into my wife's anus, going
deeper and deeper. It was extremely painful. My wife couldn't believe that having her anus pierced could hurt so much, but she was completely
powerless to stop it. She could only struggle and scream loudly...
The man standing in front of my wife looked quite pleased as he watched beads of sweat constantly rolling down my wife's pained
face. Her breathing was trembling; she must have been in immense pain. That was for sure. Her small, delicate
anus was being brutally forced open by the plastic baton; how could it not hurt?
My wife felt like she was being driven into a wooden stake in her lower body. Her eyes were almost rolling back as she cried out for mercy. Besides
the pain from the penetration of her anus, there was also the pain of her legs being spread wide, her vagina completely exposed, the purplish-red
flesh and complex folds clearly visible inside. This made her naked body pale, and she was covered in sticky sweat, making her
incoherently say, "I...I...was wrong...please let me go...it hurts so much..."
Torture of women seemed to be the greatest pleasure for Da Mao and his gang. He and the man with glasses completely ignored my wife's incessant cries
and pleas, and even took out an electric baton, bringing it close to my wife's exposed vulva with her legs spread wide. "Smack..."
"…Snap!" Two sounds rang out as the electric shock flashed across my wife's most vulnerable and sensitive areas. My entire
body tensed, stars raced before my eyes, and my eyeballs felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets. My genitals trembled violently
, and I spurted out a stream of urine…
The man with glasses gripped the stun gun again, repeatedly bringing it closer to my wife's cunt and turning on the switch.
With each strike of the stun gun, my wife's body reacted, her genitals uncontrollably
spurting out streams of urine in extreme fear and pain. Her screams and pleas for mercy echoed in the interrogation room, causing the perverted Da Mao and the man with glasses to burst
into laughter.
My wife was completely disoriented, but she vaguely sensed that telling the truth
might be disastrous. The humiliation and torture she was facing were driving her to the brink of a mental breakdown. Her
mind was a jumbled mess. While desperately begging them to let her go, she steeled herself and, resignedly,
tearfully confessed to stealing two hundred yuan and two rings…
“Tell me the whole story of the theft, from beginning to end!” the man with glasses shouted at my wife,
handing the stun gun to Da Mao before taking her statement at the interrogation table.
Da Mao, still holding the stun gun, would yell threateningly at my wife for the slightest deviation in her confession, and
the stun gun would immediately be brought closer. My wife was terrified; sweat poured from every pore, forming
beads that dripped to the ground. She was completely overwhelmed and could only confess to the
crime as instructed.
My wife recounted her story with trembling fear. Da Mao, seeing her pain, showed no pity.
When she confessed to being wrong, he tortured her with a variety of methods, viciously targeting her most sensitive, vulnerable, and
shameful parts of her body, manipulating and humiliating them. For a woman, the humiliation and pain of such torture is
unimaginable.
This continued for nearly half an hour. After finishing his statement, the man with glasses somewhat humbly asked Da Mao
if he had anything to add. Da Mao pondered for a moment, then sat down at the interrogation table. He asked seriously, "Why did you come here to
steal?"
My wife was momentarily speechless. Da Mao suddenly roared, "Why did you come here...
who told you to come?" He deliberately omitted the part about 'stealing,' trying to trick my wife into saying that her sister
had told her to come and steal.
My wife, who wasn't very educated, naturally didn't understand the purpose of Da Mao's questioning. She quickly replied, "My sister
Ali asked me to come!"
"Where are you going to take the stolen goods?" he asked, then prompted, "If you hadn't been caught,
where would you have gone?"
"To my sister Ali's," my wife hesitated for a moment.
Hearing my wife's answer, Da Mao seemed somewhat satisfied. He glanced at the notes written on the record: Question
: Why did you come here to steal?
Answer: "My sister Ali asked me to come!"
Question: "Where are you going to take the stolen goods?"
Answer: "To my sister Ali's." After reading the statement, Da Mao
and the man with glasses exchanged a knowing smile. The man with glasses then
added a few more questions at the end of the transcript, before walking over to my wife. He unlocked the handcuffs behind her back, removed the waist restraints, and
loosened the two iron hoops securing her legs.
My wife, her body and four limbs now freed, immediately gripped the armrests of the interrogation chair, struggling to lift her buttocks
. She pulled the black plastic baton from her anus, and as she stood up naked, a lingering
stinging and dilating sensation remained in her anus, as if something had pierced it.
Through this interrogation, my wife's dignity and personhood had been completely stripped away. When she was completely naked…
Standing before Da Mao and the man with glasses, an indescribable sense of sorrow and fear tore at her heart.
My wife was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. She didn't even dare to rub her painful anus with her hands, let alone
cover her exposed private parts. When she saw their hideous faces, she could only lower her head in fear and remain silent.
"Haha! Feeling better now?" The man with glasses had a perverted lust in his eyes, enjoying my wife's
pathetic state after being played with, and lewdly asked, "Did the comrade hit you?"
My wife, being mocked and sized up by the man with glasses, became tense and frightened upon hearing the question.
Cold sweat poured down her completely naked body. My wife hurriedly shook her head and answered, "No... the comrade didn't
hit anyone... didn't hit me..."
"Is that right? The comrade is dealing with the matter, not the person! If you tell the truth, have a good attitude, and respect people,
do you think they will respect you? You can't just make things up. The fact that you can stand up now shows that we've treated you well.
After the previous women were interrogated, they lay on the ground convulsing like paralyzed people." Da Mao earnestly frightened my wife,
and she felt a great sense of fear from his words, her body trembling.
Da Mao glanced at his watch. He had intended to call it a day, as he felt the urge to urinate and thought he still had some time. He
grinned maliciously and asked, "Are you thirsty? Would you like some water?"
"Yes...I want..." The intense spotlights in the interrogation room made her feel unbearably hot. My wife was indeed
thirsty, but how could she make such a request? Little did she know Da Mao's intentions; she still thought her cooperation and endurance
would earn her alms from Da Mao and his men.
"Is it true?" Da Mao turned around and picked up a half-finished bottle of mineral water from the interrogation table. He
pretended to verify, or perhaps fearing my wife was lying, and asked again, "Don't try to cheat or play games with me, okay?"
My wife looked at the bottle of water in Da Mao's hand, her expression sincere and grateful, and said, "I'm really thirsty, I need some
water...please...thank you..."
Da Mao listened, finished the water in one gulp, tossed the bottle aside, and arrogantly walked up to my wife. He
unzipped his trousers and pulled out his slightly erect, brown penis: "Kneel down! Open your mouth..."
My wife's head throbbed with fear and unease. She never imagined Da Mao could be so evil
, to want to humiliate her like this. Faced with the ugly and terrifying penis, she trembled uncontrollably.
"No! No!" My wife backed away.
"Come here!" From Da Mao's cruel grin, my wife felt a wave of terror wash over her; her full breasts trembled, and
her pretty face was filled with fear.
My wife stared at Da Mao with terrified eyes, a hint of fear creeping across her delicate face: "Why...why are you doing this?"
Just as my wife hesitated, "Slap!" Her right breast was slapped, bouncing violently. Before she could stop, her left
breast was slapped too… "Stop! Please…" my wife pleaded, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!" The crisp slaps continued, my wife's breasts bouncing like balls
, quickly turning red.
"Aren't you thirsty? I'm so thirsty, this is perfect for you to drink, understand? Kneel down and keep your eyes on
me!"
Each blow landed squarely on my wife's breasts. She groaned in pain, tears streaming down her face, trying
to stop Da Mao with her hands, but this only made his expression more ferocious. When he paused, my wife quickly covered
her breasts with her hands, afraid of further injury, and cried out for mercy, "I...I'll do it..."
Da Mao's methods of abusing my wife were always more vicious than anyone could imagine. My wife's scalp tingled, and
she knelt helplessly before Da Mao, looking at his smug and proud smile.
"Open your mouth..." Da Mao slapped my wife's cheek with his penis and pressed it against her red lips.
My wife's red lips parted slightly, and she resolutely opened her mouth.
Suddenly, a scalding liquid hit my wife's throat, then stopped. My wife quickly swallowed, hoping not
to taste the urine, but Da Mao's penis soon gushed out another stream of urine, which stopped again, forcing my wife to taste
the salty, astringent flavor.
Da Mao's urine then assaulted my wife's tongue, this time gushing out in a continuous stream. My wife tried hard to swallow, but
it still spilled from the corners of her mouth, then urine flowed from her chin, hot and foul, down her neck to her chest.
It was a truly tragic and unforgettable scene. Tears streamed down my wife's face, her throat moved rapidly, her lips parted to face
Da Mao's brown penis, trying desperately to prevent the urine from spilling out, but gradually a few drops seeped from the corners of her mouth
, then a large amount overflowed down her chin.
After Da Mao finished urinating, he withdrew his penis. My wife bravely lowered her head to wipe the urine droplets from her chin, but upon seeing
the filth and urine mixed together on her breasts, she couldn't help but sob. Never having suffered such humiliation before,
she glared at Da Mao before reluctantly wiping the urine off her body.
"Damn it...you think our boss's stuff is dirty?" The bespectacled man standing nearby, watching my wife
's humiliating act of drinking urine, noticed her reluctance and immediately slapped her on the head,
shouting, "Put your hands down...I'll wash you!"
He then pulled out his penis and urinated on my wife's beautiful face, deliberately hitting her lips, then
her face, and finally her breasts, urinating directly on her. The urine caused my wife
's nipples to become erect, drawing Da Mao's mockery.
My wife felt as if a stream of hot water had sprayed over her, but the salty, pungent smell of urine immediately filled the air. Her lips
tingled and itched, and some urine seeped into her mouth. Her mind was a complete blank. After the man with glasses finished urinating, Da Mao noticed the floor
was dirty and still smelled of urine. He found a rag under the interrogation table, threw it to my wife, and told her to
clean it up.
Humiliated, my wife pitifully raised her face, avoiding
the gazes of Da Mao and the man with glasses staring intently at her from the interrogation table. Helpless, she picked up the rag, slightly shaking her naked body, seemingly crying. She squatted,
arched her back, and lay prone, laboriously scrubbing the floor as directed by Da Mao and the man with glasses.
Afterwards, Da Mao, looking at my wife's disheveled state, gloated, saying that since she
seemed to be behaving well, he'd give her 30 seconds to shower. He then lewdly told her to rinse under the tap in the back corner of the interrogation room.
"Wash yourself."
My wife, who is always very clean, immediately went to the corner, squatted down with her legs slightly apart, turned on the tap, and, holding
the hose, listened to the bespectacled man's '1-30' count, hastily washed away the sticky urine and filth from her body.
Da Mao and the bespectacled man, facing my wife who was now naked and clean
, had an uncontrollable excitement on their faces. Da Mao said sternly, "How many times have you stolen from me so far?"
Overwhelmed with fear, my wife gasped for breath, pleading tearfully, "
Please let me go! I'll only steal this once... really, not again!"
"You're so skilled at stealing, how could you do it only once?" the bespectacled man said loudly again, "There have been
many thefts in our area recently, were you the one who did them?"
"No... it wasn't me..." My wife lowered her head, shaking it frantically, feeling numb.
"If it wasn't you... then who was it...? According to our preliminary investigation, you still have many questions that haven't been answered clearly?" Da
Mao pointed at my wife again and said, "Let's stop here for today... Come and sign!"
My wife looked up, her eyes filled with sorrow and despair, walked to the interrogation table, and the man with glasses pointed to the end of the paper
, wrote her name, and then pressed her fingerprint on a box of bright red ink. Da Mao then took out two blank
sheets of paper and ordered my wife to sign and press her fingerprint.
The interrogation was finally over. Da Mao and the man with glasses escorted my naked wife to the next room. The room was brightly lit when the lights were turned
on. The walls were soundproofed, and the floor was covered with plastic sheets. Half of the room had two mattresses, and the other
half had a small iron cage with several iron chains hanging from the top and bottom. This was
where Da Mao and Huang Mao used to rape and torture women.
My wife was frightened and terrified, looking at Da Mao and the man with glasses, not knowing what they were going to do to her.
Da Mao told her to think it over carefully, asking if she had committed any more crimes or illegal activities.
Then, my wife saw the man with glasses cut two small pieces of tape and tear off two pieces of cotton, flattening them. She
watched fearfully as the man with glasses used the tape to cover my wife's eyes, preventing her from opening them. He then applied cotton
pads, covered the cotton pads with a thick folded gauze (with a layer of opaque black cotton cloth in the middle), and
secured it tightly with tape at the top and bottom. Finally, he sealed the covering over her eyes with a piece of transparent tape, pressing it very tightly.
After Da Mao carefully inspected everything, he and the man with glasses grabbed my wife and stuffed her into an iron cage. It was an
iron cage welded from a thumb-thick iron rod, only about 3 feet long, and no more than 2 feet high and wide. My wife, tall
and voluptuous, had her plump body fully crammed into the cage. She was forced to kneel and crawl inside, her feet locked to
the corners, legs spread apart. Her hands, through the iron bars, were handcuffed behind her back to
an iron post supporting the top of the cage. Her smooth back was pressed tightly against the cage ceiling. My wife was tightly bound by three iron bars,
suffering excruciating pain.
Each bar was thick; the first one, half a foot off the ground, pressed against her neck, trapping her
head and leaving her no room to move, forcing her to turn her face to the side, pressed against the cold ground. The second bar was the tallest,
only half a foot from the top, pressing firmly against her abdomen. This bar forced her to stick her buttocks high up, pressed tightly against the cage wall,
exposing her genitals and anus to anyone within easy reach. The most cruel bar was the third… An iron bar, and this
wooden bar, were inserted horizontally in the center of the cage, pressing down on Liu Qiong's slender waist. However, its height was only halfway up the cage,
pressing her waist as low as possible.
Because my wife's head was pressed to the lowest point, her hands were handcuffed to the highest point outside the cage, and her buttocks
were also sticking up to the highest point, her waist naturally pressed against the top of the cage. Now, her waist was forcibly pressed down half a foot, bending her body into a Z-
shape, and the gag on her face was still so tight. She endured immense pain. Just
after Da Mao and the man with glasses left and the door closed… My wife felt a sense of loneliness, sorrow, and fear enveloping her. She didn't
know what would happen next…
Chapter Twenty-Three
: As mentioned above, after my wife's sister, Amei, and Lao Wu found Huang Mao, Amei was
forced to strip naked and change into a visiting outfit in order to meet my wife. She also filled out a visiting form. When the fat man and two burly men in police camouflage
led Amei out of the visiting room, they happened to run into Da Mao and the man with glasses.
The fat man immediately asked Da Mao politely, "Boss… is the interrogation over… did they get any information?"
"Damn it... it's not over so quickly... just this one case, I'll let her think it over." Da Mao
said as he walked into the meeting room.
Upon hearing this, Amei quickly followed Da Mao and the man in glasses into the meeting room, anxiously asking, "Is my sister alright?"
"Who are you?" the man in glasses glared at Amei.
Suddenly, the meeting room filled up. The man with yellow hair, pretending to report to a superior, respectfully
explained to Da Mao and the man in glasses why Amei and her godfather, Lao Wu, had come in.
Da Mao looked somewhat strange after hearing this, walked up to Amei, and said, "Oh... you're Amei, Ali's sister
... right?"
Amei nodded hesitantly, replying, "Yes..."
"Haha... we really want to arrest you... I didn't expect you to be so proactive!" The man in glasses pressed down on Amei
's shoulder, then ordered the burly man in police camouflage, "Get handcuffs on her..."
"Ah...ah...what is it?" Amei suddenly felt a terrifying chill spread through her body. A huge
sense of fear made her heart pound. Facing the handcuffs, she struggled a little...
the burly men in police camouflage saw that the more Amei resisted, the more lecherous they became, taking the opportunity to grope and fondle her body
until they handcuffed her hands. They each held one arm down.
"It hurts...it hurts so much..." Amei's hands were viciously handcuffed. Completely ignoring her exposed
left breast, she twisted her body and shouted, "Why are you arresting me..."
"Why are we arresting you...that's your question!" Da Mao, hands on his hips, calmly
asked Huang Mao and Lao Wu, "Your sister, Ali, was arrested for stealing. You should know that,
right?"
"People said she stole something, so I came! What's wrong?" Amei had been working outside for several years...
Years had passed, and her social experience far surpassed my wife's, so she felt she had no leverage or illegal actions against her, and her answer
sounded rather indignant.
"Why is your sister here? Did you send her?" Seeing Amei's chaste demeanor, Da Mao's
desire to possess and humiliate her grew stronger.
Amei found Da Mao's question somewhat perplexing. She pondered, but Da Mao didn't allow her time to consider and pressed on:
"Your sister came from our hometown to Guangdong. Did you send her? Answer yes... or no."
"Yes! I sent her... but..." Amei answered readily. She wanted to continue, but Da Mao
interrupted her, loudly proclaiming to everyone, "Good... that's the reason for arresting you. You've admitted it
."
Amei and the others were confused. Da Mao and the man with glasses seized the opportunity to tell those present that my wife
had come to steal things, instructed by her sister Amei, and that after stealing, she would go to Amei's place to divide the loot. My
wife had already confessed to this, so Amei and my wife, like sisters, were both thieves.
"Oh! So that's how it is...you're an accomplice!" The blond-haired guy and the two burly men in police uniforms
chimed in with their complaints and accusations.
"No...no..." Amei just shook her head, feeling like she was about to collapse
. Her mind was a complete mess, and she hurriedly and tremblingly protested, "I really didn't ask her to steal anything
...I really didn't!"
"Whether you did or not isn't up to you...that's why the police are arresting you, understand?" The man with glasses
pressed on relentlessly, grabbing Amei's bald hand and yanking her hair hard,
shaking her head back and forth. He continued, "Your sister Amei's statement is ready. It's written in black and white that you're an accomplice
. I hope you'll give a proper account later, don't try anything funny...humph."
"Comrade...no...no..." Old Wu saw the man with glasses being rough with Amei, so he pretended to tell him
not to grab Amei's hair, but took the opportunity to touch Amei's exposed breasts, which Amei didn't notice.
"Who are you?" the bespectacled man asked with a dark face. Old Wu quickly introduced himself, and the blond-haired man chimed in to support him .
Seeing this, Amei frantically cried for help, her mind a jumble of fear. She struggled, saying, "Dad... Director
... Dad... help... help... save me... Director..."
The two burly men in police uniforms beside Amei saw her struggle and grabbed her arms, pressing them
down. They even mischievously pulled up the back of her meeting dress, forcing her to bend over,
exposing two-thirds of her large, white buttocks.
"Ah... it hurts... it hurts..." The handcuffs were too tight, and with the two men
pulling and pressing her like that, Amei instinctively screamed. She struggled to lift her head, looking at the blond-haired man with pleading eyes.
Huang Mao, seemingly trying to curry favor with Da Mao, claimed that he and Lao Wu were from the same village and hoped he could help .
Da Mao, however, was unmoved, puffing out his chest and saying seriously, "Law is law, and sentiment is sentiment. I don't
care about your relationship; we just need to find out the truth. According to the law… if an accomplice identifies someone, we can arrest them."
After saying this, Da Mao told Lao Wu to go back first and tell Amei's husband that Amei would be interrogated here that night, and
how to get him to come back the next morning. He even gave Lao Wu a few minutes, asking if Amei had any
other business outside, before ordering two burly men to take Amei into the interrogation room.
When Da Mao and the man with glasses left the meeting room, Huang Mao, appearing somewhat anxious, said, "Wait a minute,
let me plead for you again…" and hurriedly chased after them.
Huang Mao and Da Mao then happily discussed with Da Mao how to toy with and humiliate my wife and her sister that night
, and how to deal with Lao Wu and the others outside.
A moment later, Huang Mao entered the meeting room. He saw Lao Wu politely offering
cigarettes to two burly men and a fat man, while Amei was trembling and squatting on the ground. The hem of her meeting clothes exposed her large, round buttocks, and the deep
cleft of her buttocks attracted Huang Mao.
When Lao Wu and Amei saw Huang Mao enter, they quickly asked what had happened. Huang Mao made up a story, saying that the police these days were very serious about handling cases,
and besides, his wife had already confessed clearly. It seemed that going back would be difficult, but fortunately, he had a
good personal relationship with Da Mao. Now it depended on how Amei behaved.
Upon hearing that she still had some room to escape, Amei naturally relaxed her tightly clenched legs,
moved her lower body against the blond-haired man with her handcuffs behind her back, and carelessly exposed her hairy
genitals in a posture resembling a woman urinating. She watched as the blond-haired man and Old Wu revealed the real reason: they had called her wife here because she
hadn't had a child this year after their marriage, and like her, she suffered from hirsutism. She had consulted an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the village two years ago
, and only after her doctor cured her hirsutism was she able to conceive.
"What…hirsutism…haha…" The fat man and two burly
men, who had been staring at Amei's exposed genitals, laughed: "Too much pubic hair…is shaving it all off enough? Why bother with a doctor…haha…"
"Shaving it wouldn't have helped. I took Chinese medicine for half a year before I could have a child." Amei noticed the strange looks from everyone,
but dared not get angry or complain, instinctively tightening her legs.
"Who's going to believe what you're saying? What good will it do?" Yellow Hair stared at Amei, whose legs were already tightly pressed
together, obscuring her private parts. "The evidence we have is enough to arrest you... you know that?"
"I really didn't... what can I do..." Amei's chest moved slowly, almost losing her
ability to think. Luckily, Old Wu quickly tried to appease Yellow Hair, asking for his help.
Yellow Hair, keeping her in suspense, instructed Amei to be obedient to the police, not to argue with them,
and not to admit anything no matter what. He told her to hold firm and not to confess, no matter what methods were used.
"Okay... I definitely won't say anything..." Amei quickly declared.
"You think that's all..." the blond-haired man said with a dark face, "You won't admit it... but they have evidence,
they'll still arrest you... this is just the first step..."
Amei was scolded by the blond-haired man, and Old Wu also criticized her. The blond-haired man continued, saying that if Amei could endure the interrogation and not admit it,
he could step in to coordinate and find comrades to help re-interrogate my wife, and the two of them would have to confront each other to verify the facts. If
Amei really wasn't an accomplice in the theft, then things would be easier tomorrow.
"Director... were you here tonight? I'm scared..." Amei was a little frightened.
"Sigh...for Lao Wu's sake...I won't go back tonight...I'll stay here and help out."
Before Huang Mao could finish speaking, the two burly men beside him urged her on. One of them grabbed Amei's dress by the collar, trying to make her stand up .
"Ah...ah..." Amei's dress completely shifted, her large breasts swaying, her genitals
exposed. With her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn't cover herself, and she was terrified. She
quickly begged Huang Mao if he could let her put her clothes back on. "Big brother...big brother...don't..." Lao Wu quickly pretended to be kind, holding down the burly man who was pulling
Amei's collar. He deliberately made things worse by completely untying the ties of Amei's dress, exposing her breasts and genitals
to the public. He then pulled Amei up and, like a senior,
helped her cover herself.
Seeing that Lao Wu, that lecherous man, was actually acting like a devoted godfather protecting Amei,
Huang Mao, wanting to further embarrass and humiliate her, decided to let her put on her clothes.
Lao Wu immediately expressed his gratitude and brought Amei her light yellow t-shirt, low-waisted jeans
, red bra, and completely transparent red lace panties. Amei
was genuinely grateful to Lao Wu and Huang Mao for being able to put her clothes back on, but her hands were still handcuffed behind her back. So she begged everyone to
unlock the handcuffs...
No one responded. In desperation, Amei had to ask Huang Mao for help, but Huang Mao spread his hands and said he didn't have
the key to the handcuffs and told her to ask someone else. Amei, disregarding her exposed private parts,
pleaded with the two burly men who had handcuffed her. The two men deliberately fumbled with their clothes for a while and then claimed they hadn't brought them.
Only the fat man remained. Before Amei could approach, he came out with a bunch of keys,
looking somewhat pitiful at her, and said, "Come here... come here... I have a few here, I don't know if they'll work...
there are many different sizes of handcuffs now, right?"
Seeing this, Amei quickly swayed closer to the fat man, expressing her gratitude, and turned to ask
him to unlock the handcuffs. But things weren't as simple as Amei thought. The fat man, claiming he didn't know how to unlock the handcuffs
, called over the blond-haired man and the two burly men. They surrounded Amei, making her bend over and stick out her buttocks. The men
slowly fiddled with the keys to the handcuffs binding Amei's hands behind her back, deliberately dropping the keys a few times. They wanted
to peek at Amei's exposed, plump vulva and discovered a large, dark patch of thick pubic hair under her buttocks,
stretching from her lower abdomen all the way to her buttocks! A large, gaping crevice revealed a patch of red flesh,
with two large, purplish-black pieces of flesh beside it. Amei's tightly handcuffed hands were in so much pain that she dared not utter a sound, only enduring the
pain.
A few minutes passed, and one of Amei's handcuffs was removed. Along with it, the meeting attire she was wearing was also
taken from behind her by the blond-haired man. Completely naked, Amei was somewhat bewildered, rubbing
her wrists, reddened by the handcuffs, with a blank expression. Everyone laughed at Amei. The blond-haired man took the meeting attire to
the counter and ordered Amei to quickly put on her clothes. Amei had no choice but to
hurriedly and clumsily put on her underwear, bra, and finally a t-shirt and jeans in front of everyone.
Once dressed, Amei's figure was not only tall but also very voluptuous, mature, and sexy, exuding a
mature charm unique to middle-aged women, full of alluring and captivating charm. The two burly men immediately handcuffed
Amei, whose face showed a mixture of sadness and fear.
Just as Amei was about to be taken away, Old Wu seemed to realize something and asked Huang Mao
why the comrade who had just come in looked familiar. He suddenly remembered that after peeping at Amei taking a bath, he had been beaten by Amei's husband, Ayan, and
Huang Mao had sought help from Officer Da Mao.
Huang Mao, now the village security chief, had too many people and matters seeking his help. Reminded by Old Wu, he vaguely
recalled the incident. He went along with it and told Amei and Old Wu that Officer Da Mao was a very serious person in his work and
very strict in his interrogations, so if Amei could get through this, things would be easier.
Chapter Twenty-Four
And so, Amei was brought into the interrogation room. Da Mao and the man with glasses were already sitting on the interrogation table. Standing before them,
Amei's light yellow t-shirt revealed her full, slightly sagging breasts, accentuated
by a red bra underneath. Her low-waisted jeans highlighted her plump, pert buttocks. Her mature, voluptuous, and sexy figure gave her
the mature and alluring charm unique to middle-aged women. The two men were somewhat ecstatic, watching with smug satisfaction as
Amei obediently endured their scolding, interrogation, and insults without daring to resist in the slightest.
Da Mao knew that Amei was educated, more cultured than my wife, and ran a grocery store in the village, possessing some social
experience and wisdom. Therefore, he didn't insult her as directly as he had insulted my wife. However, he vividly remembered the night Old Wu and Amei sought
his help, seeing Amei wearing only a nightgown, her braless breasts swaying in front of him.
Now, with such prey before him, he had already devised a plan to toy with and humiliate Amei.
Amei was terrified by the setup of the interrogation room. Having worked away from home for so many years, she had never been handcuffed
, never been in an interrogation room, and dealing with the village security guards was terrifying, let alone the police
. She had often heard that the local security guards and officers were very tough and fierce, but when she was brought in
, Old Wu pointed it out and realized that Da Mao looked familiar. It turned out she had asked Da Mao for help before,
so it seemed that Da Mao held considerable power and status in the area. Therefore, she felt both respect and
fear towards him.
Amei stood trembling in the middle of the interrogation room, her head bowed, her long hair falling over her shoulders. Beside her
stood two burly men in camouflage who had brought her in; Da Mao had ordered them to stay and help with the interrogation.
"According to regulations, a body search is required before interrogating criminals. Remove your handcuffs," Da Mao
ordered the two men, staring intently at Amei.
The handcuffs on Amei's back were completely unlocked. Da Mao, citing the absence of female staff and the
rule that male officers cannot search female prisoners, made Amei take off her shirt and pants herself.
Amei mentioned to Da Mao that "male officers cannot search female prisoners," thinking that this place was indeed quite formal.
However, asking a woman like her to take off her outer clothing was rather awkward and embarrassing, especially since she had already...
Having already been checked, she asked, somewhat confused, "Wasn't the check already done?"
"The check in the visiting room is for family members, but this is an interrogation… You're a criminal… understand?"
Da Mao wasn't in a hurry; he wanted to toy with her and slowly humiliate her. So he explained and threatened,
"Checking for weapons and contraband is our legal right. It also stipulates that if you don't cooperate,
we can forcibly search you."
Amei remained silent, but her expression showed some panic, which was noticed by the burly man beside her. He shouted and urged
, "Why are you babbling on… If you don't accept the inspection… then we'll forcibly… "
"No… no…" Seeing the two burly men about to attack, Amei quickly
took off her yellow t-shirt and low-waisted jeans, leaving her in her underwear, head bowed, her long, flowing hair covering half her face, and handed her outer garments to
the burly men for inspection.
Although Amei wasn't dressed up, she was still beautiful and sexy. She wore a red bra, her full breasts and
graceful waist protruding restlessly. Her completely transparent red lace panties
revealed the shape of her pubic hair, and her alluring buttocks were barely concealed. She remained silent, even seductively covering her lower body with her
hands.
The burly man threw Amei's yellow t-shirt and jeans into the corner behind the wall, demanding that Amei lift her bra and panties
to check for anything hidden inside. Amei's eyes filled with fear and panic. Seeing Amei's helplessness, the burly man
threatened her with a forced inspection...
Amei was somewhat bewildered. She raised her hands and lifted her bra, her two large breasts swaying as they drooped. Her
face flushed as she tried to put the bra back on, but the burly man stopped her. He reached inside and squeezed the bra, as if sensing
something hidden inside, and with a dark face, demanded that Amei take off the entire bra.
Like a lamb to the slaughter, Amei reached out and unhooked her bra, her hands tightly covering her breasts.
Below her slightly protruding belly, the narrow, clinging lace panties couldn't conceal her full, round buttocks. Her
thick, bushy pubic hair, barely hidden by the panties, was already exposed. She stared in disbelief as the burly man
violently ripped off her red bra, removing the underwire.
"What's this?" the man asked with a mischievous grin, poking the corner of the underwire at Amei's arm as she covered her breasts
.
"Ah...ah...I...no..." Amei was completely stunned; she'd never seen anything like it.
"In other interrogations, many female prisoners have used this to attack our interrogators, and some have even
used it to commit suicide or self-harm. So now the rule is that female prisoners must be stripped naked for inspection under any circumstances..." The man with
glasses finally couldn't hold back any longer and pointed directly at Amei's lower body, ordering, "Take off your underwear...
and remove the elastic band inside too."
Amei saw the big man holding the steel ring in his hand, playing with it like a trophy, pulling it into a strip that looked like a weapon
, waving it back and forth in front of her face. She really believed that this kind of inspection was necessary for her colleagues' investigations, and with
the explanation from the man with glasses, she had no choice but to reluctantly and shyly take off her underwear, watching helplessly as the big man tore her
beautiful underwear to shreds.
Amei's snow-white, voluptuous body was suddenly completely exposed, revealing a pair of heavy, slightly sagging, snow-white
, plump breasts. Her two large nipples, like deep purple mulberries, were swollen and erect. Her two thighs were snow-white
and alluring, and a large patch of dark pubic hair covered her crotch. Between the soft, thick pubic hair at the base of her thighs,
a large, open slit revealed two drooping, everted labia minora. Her entire body was very full, mature, and sexy,
exuding a mature charm unique to middle-aged women, full of soul-stirring and alluring charm.
A burly man approached Amei with a lewd grin, pointing his finger at her pubic area. While staring into her
eyes, he lewdly patted her genitals, which she was covering, and said in a deep, resonant voice, "What are you covering up...
Isn't there something hidden?"
"No... no..." Amei stabbed, her eyes wide with mockery
. She felt worse than if she were being stabbed. She was terrified the man would resort to lewd methods, so she deliberately removed her hands, pitifully
spreading her thighs slightly...
"If there's nothing in your cunt... I'll believe you..." Da Mao, worried the two men might get carried away and start touching her
, immediately pretended to be kind and stopped them. Looking at Amei, he was captivated, but as a policeman, he couldn't
lose face. He asked seriously, "What's your name?"
"My name is Amei." Amei stood in the middle of the interrogation room, her completely naked body making her appear both nervous
and frightened. She smoothed her hair, pleading in a low voice with a hint of helplessness, "Can I put on some clothes...?"
"Before the interrogation... answer one question..." Da Mao didn't answer, but instead
said directly and seriously, "Do you know why you were brought here?"
Amei lowered her head, remaining silent.
"Answer my question," Da Mao said loudly.
Amei was extremely nervous, not knowing what to say, and remained silent.
"Why aren't you saying anything?" The bespectacled man next to her said aggressively, "Why were you and Ali arrested
?"
"I...I don't know..." Amei's heart was in her throat.
"I don't know if it's..." The bespectacled man, his face dark, loudly commanded, "Hands behind your head... legs apart... assume
a horse stance..."
"No..." Da Mao saw the burly man holding handcuffs, seemingly about to use them
, and quickly stood up, making a stopping gesture. Pointing at Amei, he ordered her into a rather embarrassing and humiliating position while
saying sternly, "I'll give you three minutes to think it over..."
"Straighten your back..." "Raise your head..." "Lower your buttocks..." Two burly men paced around Amei
, constantly giving instructions and correcting her movements. Amei, with her hands behind her head and her legs spread,
exposing her most private parts, struggled to half-squat. In less than a minute, her expression revealed that she
was enduring immense pain; her legs were trembling, but she bit her lip tightly to control herself.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she pitifully said, "I...I..."
"I'll think it over carefully..." Before Amei could finish speaking, the man with glasses interrupted her, saying, "Our
leader is giving you an opportunity... understand? Don't be ungrateful!"
After nearly two minutes, Amei showed expressions of humiliation, fear, and shame. She was on the verge of a mental breakdown,
and the sudden forced stance made her legs numb and unable to hold on. She instantly squatted down, unconsciously adopting
a urinating posture and began to sob...
"Haha... need to pee?" A burly man saw Amei squat down, adopting a woman's urinating posture
.
"What's wrong...you think your cunt's pretty or beautiful?" Another burly man brazenly squatted down
in front of Amei, pointing at her genitals and ordering mockingly, "Squat down!"
Under the coercion of the group, Amei dared not disobey. She could only laboriously squat down, naked, hands
behind her head, enduring the numbness in her legs, obediently spreading her legs into a half-squat, trembling as she re-entered the horse stance.
Da Mao and the man with glasses smoked cigarettes, exhaling puffs of smoke as they watched through the
haze the naked body standing stiffly before them, hands behind her head. Amei lowered her head, barely daring to breathe, her face
tense and terrified.
"Time's up..." Da Mao said mockingly to A Mei, "Stand up!"
A Mei slowly supported herself by pressing her hands on her knees, her head bowed, her long, disheveled hair cascading over her face
. Da Mao said sternly, "Raise your head! What's your decision?"
"I didn't do anything wrong!" A Mei seemed to have found her courage.
"The comrades who came in here all respected you and hoped you would confess truthfully. What kind of attitude is this?" Da Mao slammed
his powerful hand on the interrogation table, then said angrily, "Since you don't respect me... then I won't
respect you either..."
At Da Mao's signal, two burly men handcuffed four pairs of cuffs to A Mei's wrists and ankles, holding
her arms and tightly handcuffing her wrists to both ends of the iron bars, forcing A Mei into a half-squatting position. Then,
the two burly men grabbed A Mei's ankles from both sides, spreading her legs wide apart.
"Ah! No, no, don't!!" Amei cried out in sorrow and shame, her
beautiful, naked body trembling slightly. She desperately tried to clamp her legs together, but her ankles were firmly held,
rendering all her efforts futile. She bit her lip, her eyes stubbornly glaring at him. "Ugh..."
Two burly men viciously grabbed her ankles and pulled them apart, handcuffing her to the iron bars below. Amei's
limbs were permanently bound to the bars. She couldn't stand or sit up; she could only spread her legs, exposing
her large, bushy vulva, and half-squat against the bars. It had to be admitted, this method of handcuffing female prisoners was truly insidious
!
The sudden, excruciating pain made Amei scream in agony. All of Amei's weight, along with the pull of the handcuffs,
was concentrated on her slender arms and legs. She felt a piercing pain, biting her sexy lips,
groaning in agony as she endured the suffering. Her large, firm breasts heaved violently with each breath.
A desire for conquest rose in the hearts of the men present. A confident yet
malicious smile crept onto Da Mao's lips as he watched Amei's full, snow-white body writhe desperately,
her body restrained by handcuffs, the clinking of the handcuffs and iron bars echoing through the room.
Da Mao's lustful eyes were fixed on Amei's naked body, as if admiring
a beautiful painting. He had slept with many women; he knew that women like Amei wouldn't dare disobey him.
He had completely grasped her cowardly nature. Conquering and ravaging women was his passion. Lovers
and wives held no pleasure for him; sex with respectable women was utterly unenjoyable. Only
women like Amei and my wife, who submitted to his lewd power, were his favorites, because with such women, he could
do as he pleased.
"Ah...ya...ah..." Amei's naked body hung helplessly in the iron bars,
writhing mechanically in pain, emitting screams of agony. Waves of extreme physical pain surged through her limbs, assaulting
her brain.
The exposure of her private parts filled Amei with intense shame; her beautiful cheeks flushed
red, and she bit her lip tightly. Before she could recover from the shame, Da Mao lit another
cigarette and ordered the man in glasses, "Alright, begin the interrogation..."
And so, the man in glasses wrote a statement on the interrogation table, noting Amei's basic information. Da Mao
relentlessly interrogated her, focusing on whether Amei knew his wife had stolen things and whether she had asked her to steal. While pressing her for answers, he
also subjected Amei to increasingly indecent acts.
Amei endured the pain and shame as Huangmao and Lao Wu instructed. Her beautiful eyes were
wide open, her clenched fists were now open, her snow-white chest heaved violently and nervously,
her full breasts trembled, and her round thighs quivered incessantly. She explained that she had brought my wife here for treatment
because she and her sisters both had hirsutism, making it difficult for them to have children…
Da Mao and the two burly men had already thoroughly fondled Amei’s body. Amei’s limbs were handcuffed and hard, and
she gritted her teeth and did not resist. Da Mao found this unexciting. When he heard Amei mention “hirsutism” again, he had a sudden idea and
ordered the burly men to remove the handcuffs from Amei’s limbs.
“Is the hirsutism real?” Da Mao ordered Amei to stand up and expose her pubic hair. Amei’s thick pubic
hair stood out even more against her fair thighs, and two brown, drooping
labia minora could be seen in the middle of the thick pubic hair.
Taking advantage of the situation, a burly man squatted down and pinched Amei's labia and pulled her pubic hair. Seeing Amei's bewildered expression
, he told her to turn around and slightly stick her buttocks out. Then, the burly man stood up and took a step back, saying, "Spread your buttocks open and let me
see..."
"Slap..." Another burly man slapped Amei's buttocks, saying unsatisfiedly, "Spread them wider, do you think there's a lot of flesh
?"
This position forced Amei to straighten her upper body and stick her buttocks out, and she had to spread her buttocks open with both hands, exposing her most
embarrassing and private parts to the women present, making sure they could clearly see her anus and genitals. This was a great humiliation for Amei
.
"You two have seen a lot of women, help me check if she has hirsutism. We police officers don't know anything about that,
but if it's true, it can corroborate what she just said," Da Mao said casually on the interrogation table.
With Da Mao's instructions, the two burly men shamelessly humiliated Amei. They knew the female
body intimately, especially the parts of Amei's body that caused her embarrassment and were most likely to break her will
.
The two men took turns pinching and touching Amei's plump vulva, pulling at her labia minora, and playing with the hair around her anus,
completely ignoring Amei's shy expression as she bent over and stuck out her buttocks. Her unique feminine shyness and weakness
allowed them to humiliate her without restraint.
"I couldn't see clearly from the front, stand up... stand up..." The men spread Amei's legs, and
between her legs, which were spread at a forty-degree angle, her dark pubic hair and full mons pubis were clearly visible.
Amei kept her head down, her legs spread at a ninety-degree angle. Her two snow-white thighs
trembled slightly, revealing a lewd cleft at the base of her thighs. Her body trembled incessantly.
For women, pubic hair is arguably the most shameful part of their body. Most women are very concerned about
the length and thickness of their pubic hair. Under this psychological influence, especially when Amei was forced to be naked,
legs spread, and have her pubic hair wantonly played with clump by clump by clump by these two men, it aroused a strong sense of shame
in her. Moreover, these two men were so lewdly humiliating her, which not only physically but also mentally,
dealt her a blow, stirring up her shame and disrupting her mental state.
"Hehe...a woman with a lot of pubic hair has a strong sex drive..." A burly man chuckled maliciously, his fingers
wantonly playing with Amei's swollen vulva as he asked, "A strong sex drive means your vagina is prone to wetness...do you have that
?"
"Ah...ah..." The burly man's malicious insults almost drove Amei to the brink of collapse; she didn't know how to answer
.
"Damn it...what are you pretending to be, lady!" Another burly man kicked Amei hard while
shouting at her, "Open your legs again! Hurry up!"
Amei looked at the burly man kicking her with a terrified gaze, slowly spreading her legs wide,
completely exposing her vulva. Her breathing became rapid. Under the burly man's guidance, she
made a V-shape with her slender fingers, separating her labia, trembling as she parted the thick, dark pubic hair covering her mons pubis, revealing
her thick, crimson labia majora that were slightly turned outwards.
Then, following the burly man's instructions, she used her slender fingers to separate her labia majora, revealing two brown, drooping
labia minora on either side. This exposed the small, round ,
bright red, and slightly swollen clitoris, about the size of a soybean, tightly nestled between the labia minora. At this moment, Amei seemed to realize something;
she felt extremely ashamed and uncomfortable.
"Women with hirsutism normally have a much stronger sex drive than other women, and that sex drive depends on
the response of their genitals..." the burly man said to the group with a lewd grin, pointing and touching Amei's clitoris with his finger,
saying in a lewd tone, "Haha... erect... bigger..."
Another burly man extended two index fingers towards Amei's nipples, circling them around her areolas, and even
scraping the small bumps on the areolas with his grimy nails. Stimulated by this, Amei's coffee-colored nipples quickly became erect
…
Amei's eyes were tightly closed, her face filled with humiliation, her hands clenched into fists.
The pleasure from her nipples and lower body relentlessly assaulted her nerves, giving her a feeling of being in hell.
"Look at this! I just casually touched it a few times, didn't even insert my penis, and it's already
so wet, there's fluid coming out. Are hairy women really sluts?" The burly man pulled his hand away from Amei's clitoris and towards her vaginal
opening, lewdly taking the opportunity to rub Amei's plump vulva, even placing his hand in front of her eyes, his middle finger
glistening with the vaginal fluid flowing from her lower body.
Amei was filled with shame and despair, tears streaming down her face as she tried to struggle, but she was still intimidated. She could only spread her legs and let the burly man play
with her and let everyone watch.
Fearing the two burly men might take further action, Da Mao quickly controlled the atmosphere, saying, "What do you think
?"
"Boss, based on what we've done with the prostitutes we've caught, most of them have hirsutism, because
they have more pubic hair and stronger libido, making them more prone to arousal and wetness. Her situation is somewhat similar..." The burly man's gaze focused
on the naked Amei's body and asked again, "What do you do? Are you a prostitute?"
"No...no...I run a grocery store...I'm a respectable person..." Amei's breathing became somewhat labored.
"Haha...you're a respectable person...look at your slutty appearance..." One of the men stared wide-eyed at Amei, giving her
a menacing look, saying, "Do you believe I'll drag you outside...let everyone see...whether you're respectable or not..."
"No...don't..." Amei covered her chest and genitals tightly in humiliation, avoiding the burly man's greedy gaze.
"How did you get arrested if you're a decent person?" the bespectacled man at the interrogation table said. "
It's fine that you called your sister to see a doctor, but doctor's visits cost money! If you don't have money, you can steal? You still have the nerve to call yourself a decent person."
"I really didn't ask my sister to steal anything!" Amei quickly protested, feeling a ache in her legs and
trembling uncontrollably.
"Does your sister have a grudge against you? Is she trying to frame you?" Da Mao pressed.
"No...no...I believe my sister wouldn't say that..." Amei's mind was clearing up a bit now.
She really felt wronged and believed that Ali wouldn't say that. She wanted to get justice and said a little loudly,
"You can call my sister to confront me here!"
"Since you're so stubborn...fine..." Da Mao thought to himself. He saw that Amei was a little suspicious and was afraid of ruining the next
plan. Since she had made such a suggestion, he would make her give up. Fortunately, he took the opportunity to admire and compare
the figures of the two sisters. Da Mao said confidently, "If you want to confront me, then we'll do it according to the law..."
Da Mao also told Amei that the law stipulated that she could not see or speak about the identification of accomplices. She could only listen to
the questioning of the comrades present. As he spoke, he took out a blindfold and tape from under the interrogation table and handed them to the big man.
"Fine... I don't believe my sister would do such a thing... or say that about me." Amei wanted to get to the bottom of things,
but seeing the burly man about to tape her mouth shut, she suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed by her nakedness and
pleaded, "I... could I put some clothes on..."
"Are you too ashamed to face anyone... afraid your sister will identify you!" the bespectacled man said angrily, pointing at Amei.
"No... I'm not afraid..." Amei blushed, and Da Mao stood up and ordered two burly men to
blindfold Amei and tape her mouth shut. He was going to bring Ali in for questioning, and Amei had to stay still
and listen attentively to how Ali was arrested and how she was identified.
Chapter Twenty-Five
While Da Mao, the bespectacled man, and two burly men were interrogating my wife's sister, Amei, and taking her statement,
Huang Mao immediately made an excuse to leave the investigation area with Lao Wu. He then eagerly went into the room next to the interrogation room where my wife was being held
. This was, of course, secretly planned by Da Mao and Huang Mao.
Da Mao had orchestrated my wife's arrest today. He had long
wanted to have his way with her at the train station, on the train, and in the courtyard, but he was afraid that haste makes waste. Fortunately,
he had managed to release his pent-up desire by having Sister Hua perform oral sex in the courtyard. Seeing my wife's sister Amei's alluring naked body in the visiting room had further fueled his arousal
. To prevent my wife from recognizing him, Huang Mao had Da Mao blindfold my wife.
My wife was kneeling in the cage, her feet locked to the corners, legs
spread apart. Her hands, through the bars, were handcuffed behind her back to an iron post on top of the cage, so her smooth back
was pressed against the top. As she was tightly bound by three iron bars, enveloped by loneliness, sorrow, and fear
, she felt the door open briefly, then slam shut behind her…
"Comrade... I feel so bad..." My wife heard someone approaching. Because her eyes were covered, she couldn't see and
instinctively cried out for mercy. But the person who came in didn't answer. My wife felt the person taking off her clothes,
and she begged loudly again, "I won't do it again... I won't do it again... Please let me out... please..."
The person who came in still didn't answer. Suddenly, my wife's buttocks, which were pressed tightly against the cage wall and sticking up high,
were forcefully pried open. Caught off guard, my wife screamed in pain, "Ah... Ah... No..."
Inside the room, the blond-haired man was naked. He could see that the iron bar at the front of the cage was half a foot off the ground, pressing against my wife's
neck, trapping her head and preventing her from moving. She could only turn her face to the side, pressed tightly against the cold ground; the
second iron bar was the tallest, only half a foot from the top, pressing firmly against her abdomen. This bar forced her to stick her buttocks high up,
pressed tightly against the cage wall, exposing her vulva and anus within easy reach. He immediately
stretched out his hands and forcefully pried them apart, ignoring my wife's screams, carefully observing my wife's most private
genitals...
Then the blond-haired man forcefully pried open the two fat lips of my wife's buttocks, poking and touching her anus, causing my wife to instinctively
contract her anal muscles. Her body also began to twist and turn, but because she was lying face down with
her hands and feet controlled, she couldn't break free.
Just by playing with my wife's buttocks and genitals, Huang Mao had already produced enough vaginal fluid. Her vagina
was overflowing with it, its consistency perfect for using as a substitute for lubricant, and even more obscene.
Huang Mao used his fingers, soaked in my wife's own fluid, to insert into her anus, penetrating deep into her rectum. It
didn't sound painful, but my wife's whimpering screams were like a pig being slaughtered. Having never experienced digital anal sex before, my
wife was filled with terror.
Her anus had never been penetrated by fingers before. After being penetrated, she desperately tried to move her buttocks, but
she was kneeling in the cage, her legs locked to the corners, spread apart, her raised buttocks firmly
restrained by three iron bars, unable to move. Huang Mao was secretly pleased. He took a deep breath, adjusted his position, and pressed his
glans against my wife's anus. The moment Huang Mao's glans touched her, my wife knew she was about to be anally raped
; cold sweat and tears streamed down her face! She cried out, "No...no...ah...it hurts..."
Hearing my wife's cries, the blond-haired man became even more aroused. He silently and slowly pushed, inserting his penis little by
little into my wife's anus. My wife's tender anal flesh tightly gripped the blond-haired man's penis, the tender flesh
rubbing against the penis incessantly, like fucking a smaller vagina. The blond-haired man felt extremely aroused, while my wife seemed
to feel the pain of anal fissure, whimpering and moaning, as if begging the blond-haired man for mercy, or perhaps it was a painful
groan.
It was too narrow, too comfortable. The blond-haired man's penis slowly inserted its entire length into my wife's anus.
The feeling of being tightly wrapped by the anal muscles was indescribable, especially as my wife whimpered and begged for mercy, her buttocks
twisting slightly. The blond-haired man excitedly began to vigorously thrust into my wife's anus.
After about seven or eight minutes, Huang Mao, hoping to conserve his energy, forcefully
pulled out his penis, trying to restrain himself. He looked at my wife, kneeling with her buttocks raised, the pain of anal sex, and her swollen
anus—a testament to his conquest of her rear!
Huang Mao's methods and techniques for torturing women were truly admirable. After violently performing anal sex on my wife, who was unprepared, terrified,
and had no experience with it, he felt that it
wouldn't be fun if she wasn't resisting, so he deliberately held back his ejaculation to distract her. He then used tape to blindfold my wife,
adding more layers to the blindfold, fearing it would be too stimulating and she would remove it and recognize him.
Then, Huang Mao dragged my wife out of the iron cage and handcuffed her behind her back again. Huang Mao remained
silent, while my wife, blindfolded and handcuffed, immediately covered her sore
anus with her trembling hands, her voice revealing her panic.
Huang Mao, holding her hands by the middle of the handcuffs with one hand and pressing down on her neck with the other,
forced her to stand on two mattresses, posing her in various humiliating positions and human
figures for his amusement and manipulation. If my wife resisted, Huang Mao would resort to physical violence,
slapping and hitting her head, pinching and pulling her nipples, and tugging at her exposed, drooping breasts.
The labia minora—this was the main method Huang Mao used to torture women, because these methods could destroy a woman's self-esteem
, and most importantly, ensure that the skin of the violated woman remained intact. My wife, blindfolded,
was being played with miserably, begging for mercy.
Huang Mao saw my wife's wet, throbbing vulva facing him, the vaginal opening somewhat dark, with abundant pubic hair
, the labia majora swollen from engorgement, and the labia minora exposed like two soft clam shells.
He suddenly had a whimsical idea. He found a woman's silk nightgown in a pile of clothes in the corner, grabbed my wife's legs and
pressed them down, making her vulva more prominent, and forcefully shoved the nightgown into my wife's vaginal opening…
At that moment, the pain was unbearable, and my wife clenched her teeth, gasped, and
forcefully arched her long neck, crying out loudly, "It hurts…it hurts!" "It hurts... Waaah..."
When the blond-haired man's fingers and pajamas were inserted into my wife's vagina, she felt as if her vagina was
being scraped to pieces. Her voluptuous body trembled because of this inhuman torture. Her breathing quickened. Due to
the large difference between the pajamas and a woman's vagina, "Waaah..." My poor wife endured the pain as if her vagina had been completely
torn apart. The tender flesh inside felt like it was being scraped with a knife. She clenched her teeth tightly to prevent herself from
crying out in pain. The tearing pain in her vagina made her whole body feel as if it had been doused with water,
covered in fragrant sweat.
The blond-haired man pervertedly shoved the pajamas into my wife's vagina, forcefully, regardless of whether my wife's
vagina could withstand the pressure, until my wife's vagina was stretched like a thin rubber band.
The entire pajamas were completely stuffed into my wife's vagina, with only one strap hanging out.
That alone wasn't enough to satisfy the blond-haired man. He tentatively tugged at my wife's labia minora, and finding the length
acceptable, he pinched her labia minora together, tightening the suspenders like rubber bands. "No...
no...it hurts...ooh!!!" In that instant, my wife felt as if her lower body was truly being torn apart—not just
a feeling, but a real tear! Even her pubic bone was broken and torn apart!
A cruel, lewd smile crept across Huang Mao's lips. He grabbed my wife's hair, lifted her body, and pushed her off the bed
, forcing her to walk with her legs tightly pressed together…
The horrible nightgown rubbed against the tender flesh of her delicate vulva, the outer straps cutting
into her labia like knives. My poor wife was in so much pain she couldn't control herself; she could only shuffle along in small steps.
Huang Mao wasn't satisfied, and he even pulled on my wife's nipples, forcing her to walk faster and with bigger strides. My wife felt as if her
body was being raped by countless men again and again. Her sweat-drenched abdomen
twitched slightly, and a fine layer of sweat quickly spread across her body, seeping from within. She endured
the pain that was driving her almost insane, desperately shouting, "Ugh…please…stop…" "Ugh..."
But as Huang Mao listened to my wife's increasingly frightened pleas, and saw her
trembling, snow-white body, her pajamas tucked between her legs, his penis was rock hard, he couldn't take it anymore...
Huang Mao pulled my wife to the edge of the mattress, forcefully pushing her to kneel on it, positioning
her prone so that her full buttocks were raised high. He then thrust his rock-hard penis against my wife's anus from behind.
"No..."
My wife frantically crawled forward to avoid the devil chasing after her, but Huang Mao easily held her
body down, teasing her throbbing, pitiful anus with his glans. "No, please, don't... it hurts too much..."
My wife pleaded in terror, while vigorously shaking her hips, but this movement not only failed to help her escape her predicament,
but instead only provoked Huang Mao.
"Pull it out, pull it out...no..." My wife struggled again, but the blond-haired man's thick penis
still forced its way into her narrow anus, slowly and firmly piercing her plump buttocks. A wave of pain spread
throughout her body, a pain as if her body were being torn in two.
The blond-haired man grabbed my wife's buttocks with both hands, pulled her back sharply, and leaned forward, his penis slamming
into my wife's anus. My wife felt as if her sphincter was about to tear, screaming in agony.
But Huang Mao felt the layers of tender flesh inside my wife's anus squeezing towards his penis from all sides.
He especially felt pleasure when the nightgown was stuffed inside my wife's vagina. Huang Mao chuckled to himself, pressing down on her trembling
buttocks and continuing to exert force until his penis was fully inserted between the two round and delicate buttocks. The narrow anus felt
like a rubber band tightly gripping the base of his penis, while the hot rectum squeezed in from all sides,
as if trying to strangle and crush this rude intruder.
However, for my wife, it was a hellish experience. The penetration of such a large weapon into her tight anus
brought her terrible pain. She felt as if her internal organs were shifting with each thrust of the penis
, and the air in her chest rose to her throat. The blond man began to thrust his penis, slowly but powerfully
, like a persistent farmer tilling the land. "Let go...let me go..." my wife
tried to struggle, but the man's hands, gripping her buttocks, easily controlled her body. She could only
pound her back with her handcuffed hands, emitting meaningless cries.
After about 10 minutes, the blond man's thrusting became smoother and faster. My wife was now
completely exhausted, her head buried deep in the sheets, only her shoulders and knees barely supporting her weight. Her handcuffed
hands clenched tightly together. The anal sex continued for another 6 minutes amidst my wife's cries, her moans
growing softer, her pretty face streaked with tears.
With a deep roar, the blond-haired man reached out and grabbed my wife's two swaying breasts, pressing his
body against her back. He began a rapid, short thrust, sensing
the changes in my wife's body. He was also nearing his climax, ready to deliver the final, fatal blow to my wife, who was already exhausted.
Finally, after a series of rapid thrusts, the blond-haired man ejaculated his filthy semen into my wife's rectum. He
withdrew his penis, smearing the remaining semen on my wife's buttocks, giving them
an eerie glow.
The blond-haired man stood up, admiring my wife as he dressed. He noticed her once tight and lovely anus
was now slightly open, surrounded by white semen stains. Her once neat and fine pubic hair was now disheveled and filthy.
The straps of her camisole, which had been binding her labia minora, had come loose due to the excessive force, leaving her vaginal opening dangling from one strap of her nightgown. Her two
wrinkled labia minora hung out, and her vagina, pierced by the nightgown, resembled a huge, fleshy, red hole
that couldn't close…
The despicable blond-haired man finished dressing, ignoring my wife's pitiful moans after being tortured, and continued bending over, pulling at
the straps dangling from her vaginal opening, utterly… Humanity forcefully ripped the pajamas out of her vagina, then used them to cover his
middle finger, thrusting it into my wife's violated anus. He symbolically
wiped the semen and sweat from her anus and vagina...
Before leaving, the blond-haired man watched my wife lying face down on the mattress, her face contorted
in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her flesh twitched uncontrollably from the agony, the curves of her body twisted from the struggle, and
her breasts trembling with fear. Hearing my wife's desperate screams and pleas for mercy, he
felt an immense sense of excitement and satisfaction, and happily closed the door.

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