The cook and the lama

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The cook and the lama
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widowed, had been widowed for over a year and lived alone in their husband's family, suffering endless torment. This once beautiful and mature woman had been reduced to a vulnerable woman, constantly bullied by her in-laws. They demanded that this lovely widow transform into a colorful, wanton fruit fly, accompanying the men in their wanton debauchery, indulging in wantonness and depravity amidst the disemboweled durian! Thinking of her middle age, still enduring fear and bullying, she couldn't help but feel sorry for herself.
After a short afternoon rest, she returned to her simple little room, recuperated, and tied her long, black hair up high with a hairpin to let it breathe, revealing a section of her delicate, slender neck beneath her beautiful head. Her thin t-shirt, though worn, couldn't conceal her still firm, perky breasts and deep cleavage, like those of a young girl. With a slender waist and a pert bottom, I lazily tossed aside my wooden clogs, bent my legs, and rested my large, pink feet on the bed to trim my toenails. These large, translucent white feet were stunningly beautiful, delicately shaped with a rosy tint. The skin on the instep was smooth and delicate, and through the fine, translucent skin, one could faintly see the delicate veins deep beneath. My feet were soft and boneless, my ankles slender yet full, with beautiful curves. Even the fine lines of the skin at the heel were visible. My toes were even and neat, like ten tender scallions, and my toenails looked like pearls embedded in my fair skin. No wonder men were captivated by them.

Lately, my right eyelid had been twitching frequently, and I was anxious, fearing that Professor Chen's wife would harass me again. Just as I raised the scissors to trim my toenails, my eyelid twitched again. Suddenly, I felt the door creak open quietly. My mother-in-law and Professor Chen's wife stood in my doorway with a lewd-looking red-robed lama with a fierce face!
I was terrified and trembled. My mother-in-law spoke, "Big Foot, look how kind Professor Chen's wife is. She specially introduced a high-ranking monk from Tibet to our home to pray for blessings."
Professor Chen's wife chimed in, "Amitabha, high-ranking monk! Look at this woman, she's sinful beyond measure, a vixen reincarnated! You know what I mean, I won't say more."
My mother-in-law's face darkened. "Big Foot, you have no manners. Your parents didn't teach you well. You ill-mannered bitch, you've disgraced me! You should kneel down and pay your respects to the high-ranking monk!"
She insulted my parents. I dared not speak out, so I got out of bed and gracefully knelt down before the fierce lama, revealing my bare feet.
At this moment, the old woman bowed to the lama and said, "Master, please enlighten this slut." She and Mrs. Chen then left and closed the door, leaving me alone in the room, face to face with the lama!
The red-robed lama leered and approached me step by step. I trembled with goosebumps all over my body and asked, "What, what are you doing?... What do you want to do?"
The red-robed Tibetan lama reached out and pinched my pretty face, lewdly laughing, "What am I doing? Your mother-in-law wants me to come in and play with your big feet! To fuck your cunt!"
I was caught off guard and was so frightened that I cried out, "Ah, no... don't... ah... ah, great monk, you, you are so shameless..."
The red-robed lama slowly bent down, casually pulled the hair clip out of my hair bun as I knelt on the ground, and threw it aside, letting my cloud-like hair flow down like a waterfall. Seeing the young widow clearly powerless to resist under his control, the lama continued his advances, lewdly chuckling, "Shameless? I'm acting on your mother-in-law's orders to subdue you and make you obedient. Big Foot, today I'll let you, this stunningly beautiful widow, experience my methods and taste the pleasure of being with a real man! Hahahaha!"
Before I could answer, his filthy lips pressed against my delicate, red lips. I frantically tried to dodge, but he took the opportunity to kiss my slender, white neck.
"Ugh...you...let...let me go, Great Monk! You...shameless! How dare you!" This usually beautiful woman, now controlled by the tall lama, could only stand up and struggle weakly.
The lama brazenly inhaled the pure and unique fragrance of her body, gazing upon her delicate and refined face, her exquisitely beautiful figure, her slender and well-proportioned body, her long and graceful fingers, her toes as smooth as jade, and her flowing, cloud-like hair, now free of its hairpins—all of this aroused a man's intense lust. Ignoring any resistance, the lama's hands invaded my exquisitely shaped breasts, my crotch, my body, roaming wantonly and lewdly along those alluring curves. Suddenly, the lama's large hands slipped inside my t-shirt along my neck, wantonly kneading and caressing my breasts within the subtly fragrant fabric. He lewdly assaulted my still-girlish, delicate breasts, wantonly caressing and kneading my nipples…
I was filled with shame and fear, my eyes tightly shut, my long eyelashes fluttering, my soft body twisting and struggling desperately… But how could I possibly be a match for this lecherous monk? This beautiful, fairy-like mature woman blushed crimson with shame as the lama groped and fondled her. The lama leered at this beautiful married woman's body: her long, smooth, black hair cascaded down her back, her slender figure was tender and soft, and her pure, flawless skin was warm, smooth, and radiant. With a few hissing sounds, the lama tore apart my thin t-shirt and underwear, forcefully twisting my arms behind my back. I was immediately forced naked into a backward arched position. My beautiful breasts stood proudly forward in humiliation, like two towering snow-capped peaks, appearing even fuller, more upright, and alluringly sexy. The lama's lewd hands pressed against my high, firm breasts, lightly teasing the nipples, wantonly enjoying my alluring, soft breasts. Suddenly, he pushed me down onto the bed, his demonic hands reaching for my legs. I struggled desperately, but how could this frail young woman resist the power of a man driven to madness? Helpless, I wore a pitiful expression, like a snow lotus ravaged by a cold wind, at the mercy of others. Finally, in despair, tears streamed down my face.
"Please... Great monk, let me go... I'm still a widow in my husband's family..." I pleaded, my cherry lips trembling with humiliation, my despair making me even more pitiful. My eyes were full of pleading, but this only fueled the great monk's rising lust.
"Let you go? Hahahaha, you're all about appearances. I'll show you some mercy today, and enjoy your body! You were born to be defiled by me, and now that you're in my hands, just accept your fate." The lama sneered, one hand kneading my tender, rosy nipples, while the other hand secretly pulled a small porcelain bottle from his robe, poured out some yellow, fishy-smelling powder, and rubbed it on my vulva with his fingertips.
"Ah...no, what are you doing! You...you can't..." As the powder touched my tender, sensitive triangle, my body trembled violently! My whole body convulsed and went limp, my back tingled with a tingling sensation, and my vulva felt unbearably sore, numb, itchy, and tingling. Warm, moist love juice flowed down my thighs. The lama, grinning lewdly, used his rough hands to wantonly rub, play with, and ravage the burning, aroused clitoris, labia, and mysterious vulva. His fingers roamed lewdly along the soft, tender edges of her paradise. He then evenly smeared yellow powder inside and out of her vulva… scratching in and out. This powder was incredibly potent; my sensitive areas itched and burned uncontrollably, and my slender waist unconsciously arched upwards, twisting and turning as if trying to escape, only to further entice the lama's obscene manipulation. I knew he now intended to torture this poor little widow with the most vile, obscene, and shameless methods.
"Ah... Oh my god... Oh, really... Oh my god... Oh my god, I can't take it anymore! Why is it so itchy? And so hot!" The powder had a special effect; my body trembled violently, love juices flowed freely, my beautiful face instantly turned as red as a peach blossom, my eyes were languid, and my cherry lips emitted moans that made one's blood boil. The lama's large fingers remained inside my flower path, digging, thrusting, and teasing my most sensitive clitoris in the wildest way, and that uncooperative clitoris became more and more red and swollen, looking like half a small peanut, twitching! Finally, the lama forcefully inserted, penetrated, and controlled my will and body, while my resistance became weaker and weaker, and I lost more and more confidence.
After being humiliated by the lama's powerful masculine humiliation, my bud was now open, and the light dew moistened my delicate pink flower path, allowing him to pluck and caress it. The lama used his fingers to pry open the tender jade beads, wantonly kneading and playing with them, causing the exquisitely beautiful mature woman beneath him to writhe in agony. I frowned, biting my cherry lips, enduring the excruciating itch. Then, taking advantage of my momentary lapse in attention, the lama's enormous weapon thrust into my flower path, causing me to involuntarily throw my head back and cry out. The intense stimulation surged to my throat, making me feel dizzy and lightheaded.
"No...ah...oh dear...oh dear..."
I cried out in despair and sorrow as the lama's enormous penis finally pierced the tender vagina of this mature woman, brutally tearing apart my defenses of widowhood and chastity. My warm, vibrant love juice immediately gushed out, dripping onto the bed. The humiliation of being violated and the excruciating pain in my lower body forced me to moan and cry out in waves. The lama galloped like a horse into the forest, then slowly withdrew, and then slowly but forcefully thrust into my beautiful hole again. The thick glans scraped against the vaginal wall and entered the cervix. Each thrust made me groan in pain and pleasure, and my juices gushed out uncontrollably.
"The flesh inside your cunt is so tight... Your body temperature is so hot... It feels so good and hot wrapped around my cock... You want it too, right? Otherwise, you wouldn't be wrapped so tightly... right?... " "
No... How can you, a monk, do this? I didn't wrap... You... It's your... It's too big... I can't take it anymore, I'm going to come! Ah... It hurts so much... Please spare me... Don't fuck me anymore... Don't put it in anymore!... Oh dear, I can't take it, oh dear, I can't take it! Oh dear! It's so itchy! Oh dear, it's so swollen..." I bit my lip and shook my head violently, feeling ashamed and resentful that my body was reacting involuntarily. My tight vagina clung to my hot, hard penis and kept twitching, as if the flesh there had become one with it.
"Hehe, Amitabha, you're tightening up again. Your skills in intercourse haven't been wasted, you pretty girl. Now beg me, beg me to spare you, hahahaha..."
The lama didn't hold back, hurling lewd insults at me while relentlessly attacking my body with his penis. He was determined to make this young widow completely submit to his lewd power! His thrusting suddenly intensified, his thick penis pounding rapidly into my tender orifice. This beautiful, mature widow instantly paled, her delicate brows furrowing, moaning incessantly, her mind a swollen, chaotic mess, her love juices gushing uncontrollably.
"Ugh... oh my, oh my, I can't hold back anymore, I'm going to cum!" My beautiful body was completely open to the lama, allowing him to ravage me at will. My pair of snow-white, tender legs opened and closed, gathered and slightly parted; before long, even the strength to clench was almost gone. A myriad of flavors—sweet, sour, numbing, and spicy—rushed into my heart. My brows furrowed, my teeth clenched, and my snow-white, naked body trembled beneath the monk's crotch. A mixture of white fluid and fragrant secretions flowed incessantly from my vulva, which the lama eagerly absorbed. I felt an unbearable tingling, itching, and aching in my uterus, my vaginal fluids continuously gushing out, my body creaking and trembling. I don't know how much time passed, nor how many orgasms I experienced. Only then did the lama, like a lump of dead pork, press down on my body, revealing his bestial, filthy side. In my heart, he was nothing more than a hypocritical thug, a lustful villain. My mother-in-law's respect and virtue towards him should be reduced to nothing.
In university, a professor taught me the famous "broken windows theory": if someone breaks a window in a building and it isn't repaired promptly, others may be subtly encouraged to break more windows. Now, under the instigation and schemes of Mrs. Chen and my mother-in-law, I've been possessed by this red-robed lama. It's easy to imagine the endless troubles to come. Besides, this yellow powder is potent; my in-laws could apply some to me at any time. What am I going to do?! I'll definitely be exposed as a disgrace, becoming the most shameless slut in the neighborhood.
Life isn't just an Olympic Games, and my role isn't just that of an athlete. I could also be a spectator, and there's joy in being a spectator. But under the instigation and schemes of Mrs. Chen and my mother-in-law, I've become an athlete. This role is filled with sweat, setbacks, pain, and exhaustion dealing with people and things. I have to endure perverse abuse and unbearable verbal humiliation. Helplessly, I must have more courage than others, even with grievances, I must bear the burden, because this is my fate as a widow. After the lama left, the yellow powder remained in my body. The more I washed, the itchier it became. A hot shower made my vagina unbearably itchy, almost jumping up! I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. The itching in my genitals made me clench my teeth, and goosebumps rose all over my body, from my heart to my bones. The tingling sensation was unbearable! "Eee...ah...mmm...oh dear!" The strange feeling after applying this powder was an indescribable tingling and itching sensation, like countless scorpions and blister beetles constantly gnawing at my heart, or thousands of ants crawling around. The dark and dreary night was difficult, and the erotic dream was even more unbearable! I understand that the bitterness or sweetness of coffee doesn't depend on how you stir it, but on whether you add sugar; the pain of a past hurt doesn't depend on how you forget it, but on whether you have the courage to start again. The real pain is when no one can share your burden, and you have to rely on yourself to relieve the itch. I could only rely on my own delicate fingers to soothe my body, which was almost burning with desire! The deeper the night, the more uncomfortable I felt. In my hazy state, I felt burning with desire, and my whole body was constantly sweating. My breasts were hot and swollen, my nipples hard and erect, and my love juice had already left a wet patch the size of a bowl on the sheets. I secretly reached down to touch my crotch, feeling the liquid flowing continuously from the slit of my labia, as if it would never stop. I finally lay down on the edge of the bed, my right hand trembling as I slowly reached for my own vulva, my middle finger sinking into the slit. "Ah...ah ah ah...ah yo yo oh...it's so itchy...um...ah, ah..." I rubbed my clitoris, letting out a delicate moan, "Ah...oh yo yo oh...uh yo yo...um um...ah yo yo oh..." My vulva was soaked with warm, moist juice. The juice kept flowing down my pink legs. "Ah... oh... um... uh... insert... insert it... ah, I... I can't take it anymore... it's coming... ah..." A tingling sensation spread through the petals. I raised my buttocks high, my fingers digging and scratching at my vulva to relieve the itch, but the more I scratched, the itchier it became. My breasts swayed in mid-air, and I felt them swelling, swelling so painfully. My right finger was reluctantly leaving the swollen petals, wanting to soothe my breasts and nipples... I tossed and turned all night until I was exhausted and dozed off for a moment. When dawn broke and sunlight streamed into the room, the bedding was still slightly damp! I felt desolate, lonely, and self-pitying. It was a time of languid laziness under the clear sun, in the peach blossom cave, the warbling oriole pecked lightly, unwilling to let the woman go. A hoarse, lewd voice and a furrowed brow. Looking back, her lips swelled like vibrant peach blossoms. A flower is easy to tie, but a troubled heart is hard to untangle; my heart is a tangled mess of emotions.

I got up, quickly cleaned myself, and hurriedly started cooking. When I was almost done, my mother-in-law's face turned cold as she said, "Big Foot, the Grand Lama thinks you're deeply sinful. Mrs. Chen also says you're plagued by bad luck, bringing misfortune to your husband and in-laws! He told me his master finally agreed to help you by channeling his energy to dispel the negative influences. Wash yourself up and come with me to the Lama Temple." I knew something was wrong, but dared not argue with my mother-in-law. I changed into the thin, flowery dress she had given me, applied some perfume, and accompanied her up the mountain to the Lama Temple. And this mother-in-law was really something; she only gave me this thin silk dress but no bra, panties, or stockings. Underneath the dress, a glimpse of my breasts was visible, my plump buttocks exposed, and my vulva was bare. My fair, size 37 feet, clad in transparent leather high-heeled sandals, were about to be entangled with this group of lecherous lamas! I knew today was a crucial day, difficult to handle, and I was certain I'd be ruined by their so-called "energy-clearing" rituals. Walking uphill in transparent leather high heels was truly arduous. It was a struggle to squeeze my fair, fleshy feet into those thin, narrow, pointed high heels. I had to slowly crawl uphill, each step a painful limp, the pain of my toes being pinched probably as excruciating as the foot-binding pain of an old woman. The Hong Kong saying "pretending to be beautiful but not alive" perfectly describes my current predicament.
Upon entering the temple, my mother-in-law handed me a large red envelope. The lamas really knew how to serve my mother-in-law, offering tea, vegetarian fruit, and chanting sutras. I, on the other hand, took off my shoes, revealing my bare feet, and silently knelt before the lamas and Buddha statues. I knelt before the Buddha statue, my large, white, and delicate feet exposed. Before the incense burner, where wisps of smoke curled, and the chanting of sutras drifted softly, I gazed quietly at the golden statue of the deity enshrined in the hall. Perhaps it was the setting, but a certain understanding quietly sprouted in my heart. What am I praying to the gods and Buddhas for? Is it the spirit of my beloved in heaven protecting me? The clay Buddha statue, its brows lowered and eyes half-closed, seemed not to truly hear my sincere, whispered prayers. I slowly closed my eyes, overcome with emotion. In the dim light, my shadow appeared so slender and graceful, my thin silk robe as white as snow, my long hair flowing, giving an impression of serene tranquility. Beneath that thin silk dress, a pair of beautiful legs were concealed. The lamas' eyes fell upon those jade-like feet; they had never seen such perfect feet! So delicate and fragile, perfectly proportioned, neither too large nor too small. Kneeling, her fair feet were revealed, with five slender toes neatly arranged at the top, white with a hint of pink, crystal clear, slightly curled, like five pale pink petals, like a work of art trembling slightly in the wind.
In a hazy state, I suddenly heard my mother-in-law's scolding voice, "You shameless woman, kneeling in the sacred Buddhist hall and still daring to shake your feet, trembling and trembling, how shameless! You're a disgrace to me! You slut! Someone, come here, properly perform a ritual to release her from suffering! Expel her demons!" I suddenly realized that my mother-in-law was using this as an excuse to torment me! My mother-in-law was then helped to the next hall by two lamas, while I was bound behind my back by two young lamas and forced into another hall. My dress was pulled up to my waist, exposing my plump, white buttocks as I sat on a transparent chair in the middle of the hall. The chair had a huge protruding nozzle, clearly a torture chair. A lama hid under the chair, a plastic tube attached to the chair in his mouth, aimed at my narrow anus, ready to violate me. The lamas surrounding me chattered obscene words... I was terrified, knowing that I was about to face a hellish ordeal!
"Hehe, Amitabha, what a beautiful ass. I've heard of it, but I never imagined big feet could be so sexy. Hehehe, I really want to give her a good spanking."
"No wonder Master is obsessed. I've decided to sell her home and play with her every day."
"Indeed, if this woman is obedient, it's worth the money every night."
"Amitabha, I can't stand it... Oh my... I really want to pounce on her and have sex with her."
I sat on the transparent chair in a disheveled state. A little lama lay under the chair, admiring my mysterious private parts with a malicious smile. My labia majora were spread apart, and thick pubic hair was pressed against the transparent chair cushion. I twisted and struggled nervously. The lama wanted to put some unknown liquid in his mouth and then blow it into my anus. "Ah, spare me... Oh my..." I stammered.
"You'll be punished for being disobedient." The lama who had fucked me before came over. I felt extremely disgusted with him from the bottom of my heart. Seeing him would naturally give me goosebumps. As I tried to look away, the senior lama seemed impatient and casually pulled out a leather whip, lashing it across the ground.
"Whoa!"
The loud sound of the whip startled me, and I screamed, my heart pounding. I slowly sat up in the chair, and my eyes met those of a junior lama looking up at me. He wore a horrifying, lewd smile, his hands occasionally touching my feet and tapping the chair, mocking me, this poor woman. My body trembled uncontrollably.
The lama commanded, "Ah, quickly shove the nozzle into your anus, you'll feel great..."
I was almost on the verge of collapse, my lower body writhing seductively, cold sweat making my buttocks glisten and tremble. I spread my legs wider.
"Ah... oh oh oh..." A seductive moan escaped my tightly closed mouth. He tried to insert the huge nozzle into my wet, tender anus.

"Ah, this is too cruel," I thought, closing my eyes tightly and enduring the pain. I voluntarily guided the enormous nozzle into my anus, a wave of intense shame sending shivers down my spine. I trembled with fear and anger.
"Ah, ah, ah... ah, like this, it won't go in, it won't go in!" I whimpered, a weak moan escaping my lips.
The head lama threatened me with a leather whip, saying, "You can't get it in like this. You need to lower your buttocks forcefully, and you need to use your hands to open your anus. If you say it definitely won't go in, hehehe, I'll get someone to help you. Use your own weight to sit on a chair."
My lower body writhed seductively, cold sweat making my buttocks glisten and tremble. I spread my legs wider, pushing the nozzle deeper and deeper into my anus.
"Ah... oh my... oh my!" a seductive moan escaped my tightly closed lips. The enormous nozzle slowly began to enter my wet, tight anus.
"Ah, this woman's anus is going to burst! This is too cruel!"
"Hehehe, so vivid. And she really swallowed that big thing."
"This woman is so sexy. She kept saying she didn't want to, but it still went all the way in, hehehe." The lamas watching laughed lewdly and discussed.
Hearing these words, I could only close my eyes tightly, panting and groaning as if I had difficulty breathing.
Looking from under the chair, my anus was already open to its maximum extent, and I could see the tube deeply inserted inside. I cast pleading glances at the young lama lying on his back under the chair; he could see my most embarrassing parts clearly. The young lama revealed a malicious smile, pressing his face against the transparent chair, wanting to see more clearly, because all my private parts were exposed without reservation on the transparent chair. The young lama greedily grabbed my bare soles under the chair and played with them to his heart's content.
The young lama sucked the green liquid from the bottle into his mouth, then put the rubber tube
extending into his mouth. He slowly blew the liquid out of his mouth, and it immediately flowed into my body through the plastic tube. I immediately felt a tingling, numb, and spicy sensation and couldn't help but tremble.
"Ouch, oh oh oh oh oh..."
The intense stimulation made my upper body sway, my neck arched back, my head swayed wildly, and my full breasts swayed from side to side with my moans.
A lama said, "May Buddha have mercy, this is called purifying you, it can remove the filthy things from your body."
Because the young lama blew it in with his mouth, the pressure and sensation of the liquid flowing in changed constantly, causing indescribable pain and stimulation. I couldn't help but complain, "Wow, doing this? You're too cruel." The young lama kept blowing the liquid into my mouth, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily.
"Ah, no more, no more, it's too much, oh oh oh oh..."
The constantly flowing liquid, perhaps because it was special, had a very strong effect, stimulating me all over with a tingling and itchy sensation.
"Ah, I can't take it, I can't take it!!!"
The intense urge to defecate made my vision blur, and I even felt nauseous. But the young lama continued to blow in little by little, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. The pain made my half-naked, delicate body pale and tender, almost oozing oil, and I was drenched in fragrant sweat. My white toes curled inward forcefully, my big toe bent to the ground, my soles exposed, and my thighs trembled incessantly. This sexy scene aroused the lamas to raise their erections, and if this continued, I would embarrass myself in front of these men and couldn't help but have diarrhea. Thinking of that terrible sight, I mustered my last strength, biting my lower lip to endure it. "Ah!"
The young lama unexpectedly pulled out the huge tube that had been deeply inserted, and I immediately felt the urge to defecate.
"Amitabha, hehehe. You should purify yourself here for everyone to see!"
This liquid was specially prepared to enhance the urge to defecate, and its effect was very strong. The lamas prepared to enjoy the beautiful woman's embarrassed appearance due to the urge to defecate and the shame.
"Stop bullying me! I can't take it anymore!"
"Hehehe, may Buddha have mercy, then you can cleanse yourself here in public."
"Ugh...it's so painful!" The burning pain of the medicine entered my body; I couldn't stand, I couldn't sit, I couldn't defecate, I couldn't endure it! My stomach ached like glue, and I could feel my anus spasming.
At this moment, the Grand Lama asked knowingly, "Amitabha! Hehehe, I don't understand why you're in pain. What do you want?"
"Please, it's too painful, I can't stand it! Let me use the toilet! Ah! Let me defecate here for you all to see!"
The Grand Lama said, "Amitabha, toilet? Where is it? Let me squat here and perform a beautiful woman defecating!"
"Don't torture me anymore. You know I can't take it anymore."
The specially prepared liquid was even more potent than I had imagined. I mustered all my strength to stand, and under the watchful eyes of the lamas surrounding me, their red robes revealing their bare arms, I pulled up my dress and squatted on the ground. Unable to bear it any longer, I blushed and, overcome with embarrassment, ejaculated onto the ground. I also let out a shameful sob… but because the specially prepared liquid mixed with my discharge had no unpleasant odor, instead emitting a strong, alluring, slightly foul scent, I felt a little better.
The young lama took a towel and cleaned me up, naturally wiping away the excess liquid as well. I inadvertently noticed a large wet patch under his robe. Meanwhile, the senior lama loosened the rope binding my hands, stripped me naked, tied a knot around my bare neck, and led me like a female dog to the monastery behind the temple.
"Later, we'll channel your vital energy to neutralize this, it'll be the abbot, the Grand Lama. You must kneel respectfully on the ground and beg for his thanks! Kneel down as soon as you enter! Obey him without any resistance! Otherwise, you'll be stuck on the mountain for ten days to a month, and we'll send a lama to your mother-in-law's house to cook!"
This Grand Lama, he's threatening me! He wants me to stay on the mountain for ten days to a month and still have my life?! I was speechless, almost going crazy, and pursed my lips. The lama led me to a small
, secluded room overlooking the entire monastery. It was a room suitable for powerful people, undoubtedly the Grand Lama's personal quarters, but now, the room was filled with an obscene and unsettling atmosphere. I knelt naked on the stone floor of the small room, my plump buttocks raised high. My naked buttocks looked incredibly alluring, the room's light focused on the sexy woman, making her appear like a jade-carved Guanyin goddess, but also somewhat lewd. Undoubtedly, this was the Grand Lama's favorite position.
"Hehehe, Amitabha Buddha, no matter how many times I've seen it, I never get tired of this buttock. It's so beautiful."
The high lama, wearing a golden-red robe that revealed his thick, dark arms, entered and unceremoniously inserted his fingers into my anus, playing with it incessantly.
"Hehehe, Buddha is merciful, here's a banana for you."
The high lama, while looking at my anus, took a banana—a huge, still green banana. He peeled it as he spoke.
"Hehehe, Amitabha, I'm going to give you a banana, you know where to eat it."
"Yes, I know."
Of course, I knew it was my anus; my chrysanthemum was about to suffer. The high lama seemed to have a particular interest in buttocks. After peeling the banana, he noticed my sad and frightened lowered head and said...
"May Buddha have mercy, what's wrong with you? You should be showing off your sexy side, right? If you don't serve me well, I'll be punished."
"I'm sorry, I'm happy, give me a banana, I'm willing to serve you..."
I knew that if I displeased him, the consequences would be dire. I forced a sweet, alluring look at the lama. My seductive and submissive aura seemed to have aroused him.
"Hurry up, give it to me, I can't hold back..." I had no choice but to shamelessly fawn.
"Hehehe, you're such a lustful woman. Let's begin, Amitabha." The lama held a banana in one hand and slowly slipped the other hand into his plump buttocks, gently parting them.
"My buttocks are still a little swollen, please be gentle..."
My voice trembled slightly at the thought of the banana.
"Hehehe, you can eat it now." He positioned the tip of the banana against my anus and began to slowly push it in. In!
"Ah, ah, ah, oh dear oh dear..."
I groaned in discomfort. The banana was inserted into my anus. How much torture would it take to satisfy me? As the banana slowly entered, my upper body involuntarily relaxed and moved forward.
"Hurry up and show some sexiness!"
"Sorry, just go ahead and insert it, deep inside, oh, oh dear oh dear..." I twisted and swayed, unable to escape even if I wanted to.
"Hehehe, Buddha has mercy, it's inserted very deep, how does it feel?"
When the banana was about three-quarters of the way in, the lama stopped.
"Ah, it feels like something real is being inserted, so embarrassing, it's so swollen and uncomfortable..."
"Hehehe, Amitabha, is it that embarrassing?"
"It's really embarrassing, I want to die... oh dear oh dear!"
The lama seemed to find the banana inserted into my anus very interesting, and then said with a grin.
"I want to see the results of your anus training. You'd better break the banana that's stuck in your anus."
Breaking the banana stuck in my anus—what a horrible and shameless request.
"This, this…"
"You will do it! Break it using the technique of tightening your anus." The lama said in a fierce tone.
"I know, I will do as you say." I said sadly, and slowly twisted my buttocks. Tightening and tightening!
The lama seemed excited by this annoyingly sexy movement, his hands constantly stroking my buttocks.
"Hehehe, Amitabha, you're doing very well, haven't you cut it yet?"
"Ah, wait a minute, almost there, almost there. I'm pushing…"
I forced out a sweet and seductive voice, twisting my buttocks and tightening my anus even more. As if bearing witness to this lewd training, a long piece of banana suddenly fell to the ground. The lama picked up the banana, looking at the banana with nectar on it, and ate it while saying…
"Hehehe, Buddha has boundless compassion, the cut on this banana is beautiful, you're truly remarkable."
It was an unripe banana, incredibly tough; breaking it with an anus was something only a girl with exceptional patience and focus could accomplish with considerable effort. I finally succeeded. The lama thought to himself, no wonder he fell for me at first sight.
"You must use the technique you just learned for intercourse; your anus can channel energy to dispel your demonic luck. Amitabha!"
The lama seemed impatient and began to remove his robes. He made me lie face down, naked, my plump, white buttocks facing him. The lama didn't want the banana; he wanted to try it with his own penis. Naked, he lifted my buttocks from behind, preparing to insert it.
"Ah! Wait, there's still a banana in my butt!" I cried out in horror.
The severed half of the banana was still inside me, filling me with terror. The lama didn't want to remove the banana; he wanted anal sex.
"No! Take out the banana first!" I struggled and said.
"Hehehe, don't move, boundless Buddha Dharma, just relax your buttocks and let me unblock it."
The lama seemed to find my resistance and struggle amusing. He held my buttocks even tighter, almost violently thrusting in all at once. This made the banana go even deeper into my anus.
"Ah, you're so cruel!"
"Amitabha! Hehehe, you just don't want to, it's already penetrated so deeply, you can feel how sharp my thing is, right?"
After the lama and I were deeply united, I started to sob, feeling deeply humiliated, helpless, and sad, just crying and begging, while the lama didn't hesitate to take out the banana. In fact, he was enjoying the anal pleasure of having a banana inside.
"Amitabha! Now you have to clench up, use the technique of breaking the banana."
"Ah, oh yo yo oh..."
The lama's hot breath sprayed on my neck. I couldn't escape, and felt nauseous. Unable to refuse, I had no choice but to follow the lama's instructions and begin to tighten the muscles of my anus.
"Good, very good, may Buddha have mercy! This feels quite nice."
The lama's face was flushed, and he let out a satisfied hum. His thrusting movements were very intense, each time making me feel as if my internal organs were being squeezed and churned out of my mouth. After a while, the lama went deep inside and then didn't move at all.
"Please hurry up, hurry up and finish... I'm in so much pain, oh dear! I can't take it anymore!"
I groaned pitifully. My body and the lama were one, and just thinking about it made my skin crawl and made me feel nauseous. Now I just hoped that the lama could be satisfied as soon as possible and leave my body. But the lama only let out lewd laughter and still refused to move! Humiliated by these devilish lamas, I felt extreme fear in my heart, and thinking of my deceased husband, I felt even more sorry for my beloved husband.
The lama then pulled out his penis, quickly put on a sheep's eye ring, and thrust it deep inside me. I screamed in pain, cold sweat breaking out all over my body. The lama then began to slowly thrust in and out of my anus, the sheep's eye ring scraping harshly against my tender flesh.
"Please stop thrusting! It hurts so much... Ouch!" The sheep's eye ring scraped against the delicate rectal wall, the pain almost making me faint. But the lama seemed particularly excited, pulling out and thrusting in forcefully again, his dirty hand pinching my vulva hard, causing tears to stream down my face. The lama continued to torture me like this, attacking me violently from both ends, making me feel like I was dying. He continued his rhythmic thrusting for a full twenty minutes before collapsing onto me, no longer moving. By then, I had suffered enough from the lama's perverted cruelty! My hemorrhoids were swollen, my anus was almost bursting open, and my clitoris was almost torn apart! As he got up to bathe, I used the last of my strength to expel the half-eaten banana, along with the lama's filthy bodily fluids, from my body. Taking the opportunity, I put on my clothes, shed tears of self-pity, and hastily fled the monastery.

I limped away from the monastery and found my grandmother. Ignoring the pain in my shoes pinching my toes, I helped her slowly walk out of the second gate of the monastery. I could still feel the spasms and pain in my clitoris and anus, but I inadvertently noticed the inscription on either side of the temple entrance: "Birdsong makes the mountain more secluded, cicadas' chirping makes the forest more tranquil." Reflecting on my life's journey, it was similar; only in moments of torment and suffering did I look inward, delving into the profound meaning of life found in the quietude of mountains and forests. Ordinary people are often entangled in circumstances and relationships; when life is difficult, it is precisely the best time for spiritual practice. My grandmother led me into the temple to endure this inhuman punishment, to suffer the cruel physical trial, and also to re-examine the priorities of my life. It was like a journey of spiritual practice, a crossing of the river. After the tumultuous journey, the birdsong and cicada chirps of life ceased their clamor. Instead, my heart felt pure, flawless, and free of desire. I arrived at the deep, secluded place of life's white clouds, where I came to end this helpless karmic bond. With a sigh, I wondered, "Who would have woven the lovebirds' promise to fly together? Alas, my head has turned white before I've grown old. I stand speechless before the red-robed lama, being mocked?" I could only quietly and obediently help my mother-in-law slowly walk towards her husband's home.

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