My aunt is in good health.

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My grandmother only gave birth to my father and aunt. Back then, the family was poor, and my aunt was married off without a good match
. While we all moved to the city, my aunt was still in the countryside.
My aunt and uncle had twin boys, three years younger than me. Sadly, when they were five,
they accidentally fell into the river and drowned. Because of the two children, my aunt had a tubal
ligation and couldn't have any more children.
Feeling guilty for not taking good care of the children and for not being able to have more, my aunt
spoiled my uncle, doing everything for him and never letting him do any housework. She even
worked as a laborer for the bricklayer. My uncle, devastated by the deaths of his two children, became irritable and frequently beat and verbally abused
my aunt. My aunt's submissiveness made my uncle increasingly abnormal; he made all sorts of perverse demands of her,
which she actually fulfilled.
Because they had no children of her own, my aunt especially liked me and often invited me to her house to play. I didn't want to go. That small
mountain village was almost deserted; most people had moved away. My uncle didn't have a good job and little money, so he hadn't moved. But
my dad, seeing that my aunt had no children, forced me to go and keep her company.
Time flew by, and I was already in sixth grade, about to enter junior high. Then my aunt suffered another blow:
my uncle was killed when a brick fell from an upper floor at a construction site. My dad brought some friends to the construction site
to cause trouble, resulting in the site owner paying a hefty sum of 400,000 yuan in compensation. Back then, 400,000 yuan was still a considerable sum. My dad and
grandma both advised my aunt to remarry—after all, my uncle's family was all gone. But my aunt refused, which
none of us could understand, and I only understood later.
My aunt deposited the money in the bank and continued living in that small mountain village. Finally, I graduated from elementary school, and
my dad . My aunt specially bought a refrigerator, bought me wholesale cold drinks, and bought my favorite pork.
Although the food was good, it was so boring with just my aunt and me. I often told my aunt that I wanted to
go home . There were so many mountains, and the roads were difficult to walk on; otherwise, I would have walked back by myself.
One day, my aunt said to me, "Xiaobao, let me take you hiking."
"No, hiking is too tiring."
"I'll carry you on my back, and we'll roast sweet potatoes on the mountain."
I love sweet potatoes, so I agreed. My aunt is used to going barefoot at home, and I didn't expect her to carry me
hiking without shoes. When I was little, I was lazy and didn't exercise, so I was quite chubby, but my aunt easily
carried me.
Lying on my aunt's back, I asked, "Auntie, why aren't you wearing shoes?"
"I'm used to not wearing them at home."
"Don't your feet hurt?"
"I'm not afraid of pain." "
Really? Can I pinch you to see if it hurts?"
"Okay." My aunt actually agreed.
I tentatively pinched my aunt's arm, but she didn't react at all.
I gradually increased the pressure, but even when I used all my strength, my aunt still didn't feel any pain. I
pinched my aunt's skin until it bled with my thumbnail, then excitedly asked, "Does it hurt?"
"No."
"How come it doesn't hurt?"
"I'm used to things that hurt much more, so naturally this doesn't hurt."
"Oh." I nodded, seemingly understanding.
My aunt carried me on her back as we continued climbing the mountain. Finally, we reached the top, and I got off her back. I asked her
to lift her feet so I could see her soles. They were covered in calluses and cracks,
a stark contrast to my smooth feet.
My aunt led me to the sweet potato field and taught me how to dig them. After digging them up, she took out
a lighter , lit a fire, and put the sweet potatoes in the fire, adding branches as she went.
I stood there, wondering why my aunt wasn't bothered by the pain, and finally concluded that it wasn't painful enough. On a
whim, I lit a branch and then set my aunt's clothes on fire on her back
to see if she was afraid of the burning pain. The synthetic fabric immediately burst into flames, the fire was huge, and I cried in terror
. But my aunt neither screamed nor froze; she quickly took off her clothes and the burning pants.
Instead of scolding me, she comforted me, saying, "Auntie, it doesn't hurt, don't cry, don't cry."
Seeing that she didn't scold me, I wiped away my tears and smiled through them. When I saw my aunt's naked body,
I was almost stunned. Her body was covered in dark scars, almost no unscathed area.
Looking , it didn't seem like the burns from before. I asked my aunt what those scars were. From her, I learned that these
scars were all my uncle's doing. Sitting on a large rock, under my persistent questioning, my aunt finally
told me about her and my uncle's life over the years…
As usual, after finishing work, my aunt returned home, immediately took off all her clothes and shoes, then
cooked dinner in the kitchen, placed it on the table, knelt down beside it, and quietly waited for my uncle to finish eating. My aunt ate some leftovers,
cleaned herself up, and immediately went to work in the fields, figuring she'd go home to get dressed before heading to work.
When she got home that evening, she was met with my uncle's perverse abuse. After dinner and cleaning up, she
followed him back to the bedroom to endure hours of torture.
She knelt obediently by the bed, licking his penis until he ejaculated. After
he finished, the abuse began.
He brought two apples: "Stuff your stinky cunt and asshole."
She smeared some of her vaginal fluid on the apples, spread her legs, and shoved the apples into her vagina,
managing to insert them from both ends. Then, he took a thick hemp rope from the wall, not to tie her up,
but to whip her body with it. With each lash, a deep red
welt appeared on my aunt's body , and soon her skin swelled up. But my uncle showed no sign of stopping,
and my aunt didn't beg for mercy, letting him whip her.
Her dry skin was broken again, blood flowing onto the floor. Finally, he
stopped , hanging the blood-stained hemp rope on a nail on the wall.
My aunt took a box of thumbtacks from under the bed and handed it to my uncle, then cupped her sagging, broken, and
swollen breasts. My uncle pressed the thumbtacks onto my aunt's nipples, and my aunt let out a hissing whimper.
Five thumbtacks were pressed onto each nipple—one on the tip and four around it.
My uncle threw the thumbtacks back to my aunt: "Press them all onto your breasts yourself. If you don't press them firmly enough, they'll fall off."
"Come on, and I'll whip you ten times, smash your breasts, and beat your buttocks raw!"
Aunt gritted her teeth, pressing thumbtacks one after another into her scarred breasts. To prevent them
from falling out , she slapped her breasts a few times to make sure the thumbtacks were deeply embedded in her sagging,
empty breasts.
Uncle picked up a slipper from the bedside and slapped it hard on Aunt's back, the force so great that it knocked
her to the ground. Aunt quickly got up; not a single thumbtack had fallen out,
showing how deeply she had pressed them in.
"Hold on to the bedposts!"
Aunt complied with Uncle's instructions, bracing herself on the edge of the bed with both hands, arching her back, so Uncle could continue slapping her.
Uncle hit her for a while, then got tired of hitting and finally threw the slipper on
the ground. By this time, Aunt's back was red and purple from the beating, but she had endured it without
resisting.
Uncle picked up Aunt's discarded bra and tossed it to her kneeling on the floor, ordering, "Put it on, cover
the studs in your breasts, don't let them fall out. Go to work like this tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Don't wear underwear tomorrow morning, and don't take the two apples out of your vagina. Go to work like this."
"Okay." Aunt obediently agreed.
Uncle lay down to sleep, while Aunt endured the pain, took a shower, put on the bra, and went to sleep
.
By the next morning, the two apples had fallen out, the swelling on Aunt's body had subsided, and
the broken skin had scabbed over. Her physical condition was truly remarkable; such an injury healed so quickly. She must have adapted.
Aunt effortlessly reinserted the two apples into her vagina and anus. She was incredibly relaxed. She put on
a short-sleeved shirt and shorts and went to work.
The days passed in this cycle, and Aunt's endurance continued to increase.
My aunt's story made me realize for the first time how strong a woman's endurance could be, and it was at that moment that I
had the idea to explore the limits of a woman's endurance, which was also
the root cause of the perverse torture I later inflicted on my aunt.
"You've been tortured by your uncle so much that you're used to it now, so you're not afraid of pain anymore."
"Oh, you can really fit an apple down there."
"Yeah, your uncle often forces things in there, and after tearing it a few times, it's become incredibly loose."
"I want to see."
My aunt actually agreed. Completely naked, she spread her legs, and I saw two long labia hanging on
either side, with a bottomless hole in the middle. I couldn't help but stick my hand in. One hand
went in it wasn't even full, so I stuck in my other hand. Although it wasn't as easy as the first hand, I still managed to get it
in. At this moment, I noticed a look of pleasure on my aunt's face.
I squeezed it a few times with my hand inside, and my aunt let out soft moans. I found it amusing, so I
poked around inside her with my hand. My aunt moaned and cried out in pleasure, her juices flowing freely. I, being obese, quickly got tired
and pulled my hand out, leaving my aunt's lower body feeling utterly empty.
The fire nearby had gone out, and my aunt took out some roasted sweet potatoes from the ashes and carefully peeled them for me
. I wolfed down four sweet potatoes and drank some of the beverage I had brought.
Looking at the unfinished sweet potatoes, I couldn't bear to throw them away, but I had nothing to put them in. Suddenly, I
thought of my aunt's vagina—why not just stuff the sweet potatoes inside her?
I told my aunt my idea, and eager to satisfy her empty lower body, she happily agreed.
She stuffed the still-hot sweet potatoes into her vagina. To prevent her loose vagina from overflowing with sweet potatoes,
I stuffed it in very tightly. My aunt's vagina was stretched to its limit; I couldn't even insert three fingers.
My naked aunt carried me down the mountain. Clinging to her back, I became restless again, my hands wandering over
her breasts, pinching and squeezing them, occasionally tugging at her nipples. My aunt continued to steadily support my bottom.
As we passed a tree, I cried out from under a thorny branch—it really hurt! My aunt immediately
stopped and asked if I was alright. I didn't answer, but instead asked her to break off the thorny branch. She
broke it off, pricking her hand in the process.
She handed me the branch, reminding me to be careful not to prick myself. I climbed back onto her
back, and she supported my bottom as we continued down the mountain. The thorny branches became my
tools . I swung my arm, whipping the branches across her body, breaking her skin and drawing blood.
Instead of fear, I became excited, whipping her even harder. My aunt's body was already accustomed to
this abuse; this level of torture only fueled her masochistic desires.
Some thorns broke off and remained embedded in her flesh. I pressed down hard on those embedded in her flesh, and
my aunt let out a pleasurable moan: "Ah, harder! I like being tortured! I like the pain! Hit me hard
!" Hearing this, my blood boiled, and I increased the force in my hands.
All the thorns on that branch were embedded in my aunt's body. I made her break off a few more for me, and I
threw the thorny branches in her path. Watching her step on the thorns, her endurance was astonishing; she didn't
pull the thorns from her feet, and carried me all the way home like this.
When we got home, I jumped off my aunt's back. She squatted
down . Her vagina was now enormous and difficult to close. Then, she sat down and began removing
thorns from her feet. I saw several hard thorns deeply embedded in her soles and arches; it was truly unimaginable
how much pain she had endured to walk back.
The thorns on her body were eventually removed as well. My aunt told me these were minor injuries and would heal overnight.

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