The Last Female Soldiers of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom

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For some reason, Xiaoyue felt particularly nervous tonight. Since her adoptive father, Shi Dakai, was defeated and captured at the Dadu River, she hadn't seen her family for a long time. These past few days, she had been imprisoned in the women's cell, mostly with female soldiers of the Heavenly Kingdom. Her adoptive father's female army numbered over three thousand; in the final battle, besides those killed in action and those who went missing, over eight hundred, including herself, were captured. In the women's cell where she was imprisoned, most were members of the two Wangniang's guards, but there was no news of her father or Wangniang. Over the past few days, the female soldiers in her cell had been taken out one by one at night, but none had returned. Xiaoyue leaned quietly against the wall, recalling the scene of her capture… The battlefield was chaotic then; some said her adoptive father had been executed by the Qing soldiers, and the two Wangniang, under the protection of their guards, had broken out to the southwest. Although she didn't believe her father was dead, she still decided to head southwest to pursue the Wangniang. Unfortunately, after walking only three miles, she and some female soldiers were ambushed by Qing troops. Aside from some being captured, most were killed in battle. Disheveled and disheveled, she and some prisoners were taken back to the Qing camp.
Corpses of other women were scattered along the way. After eliminating the main force of the Taiping army, the Qing soldiers were gradually clearing the battlefield. Many of the women's corpses became objects of the Qing soldiers' lust; many were stripped naked, and some soldiers were taking turns raping them. Xiaoyue felt a pang of panic and could hardly bear to watch. Then, a woman's scream came from nearby. Looking over, she saw that a wounded and unconscious female soldier had been kicked awake by three Qing soldiers clearing the battlefield. Xiaoyue felt the female soldier looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was Chuchu, the personal bodyguard of Consort Zhen, one of the queen consorts. Although Chuchu was only 18 years old, she had practiced martial arts since childhood and was also beautiful, which was why she was chosen as Consort Zhen's bodyguard. She didn't know how she ended up lying here, injured. Xiaoyue instinctively looked around but didn't see Consort Zhen and her entourage. Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that perhaps they had already broken through. At this moment, Chuchu let out a scream. It turned out that a Qing soldier was tearing off Chuchu's clothes. The injured Chuchu was obviously powerless to fight back, and could only try to twist her body and scream in protest.
But it was all in vain. Soon Chuchu's clothes were stripped off, and her two round breasts were exposed, immediately causing a commotion among the eight or nine Qing soldiers, including those escorting Xiaoyue.
"Quickly pull down her pants, let everyone see!" some Qing soldiers shouted.
Chuchu kept cursing and kicked her legs to prevent the Qing soldiers from succeeding, but with her back seriously injured, she was no match for the Qing soldiers' lust. A Qing soldier stepped forward and pressed down on Chuchu's kicking leg, and took off her shoes, making a "tsk tsk" sound.
"Look everyone, this girl is so pretty, and her feet are so small!"
Several Qing soldiers stepped forward to admire her. Xiaoyue also stopped to look closely. Chuchu was wearing white cloth socks. Perhaps due to the days of fierce fighting and lack of time to change them, Chuchu's white socks were slightly dirty. Moreover, because the socks didn't fit properly (the clothes and shoes of the guards around the Queen were all made by the military supply department), her small feet, wrapped in the large cloth socks, looked quite adorable. Chuchu's small feet only filled two-thirds of the white socks; the remaining third, the toes, drooped softly down her toes. The Qing soldiers quickly stepped forward and took turns stroking Chuchu's small feet and sock toes. Several others had already lifted Chuchu's other foot and removed the shoe. Due to frequent battles, the heel of Chuchu's left cloth sock had slipped down to the arch of her foot. Therefore, when the shoe on her left foot was removed, the drooping toe of the sock was longer than that of her right foot, almost the same length as Chuchu's small foot. The Qing soldiers immediately threw down their weapons and took turns fondling Chu Chu's small feet.
Seeing their disgraceful behavior, Xiao Yue felt an indescribable nausea. But another strange feeling welled up inside her; Xiao Yue wished it wasn't Chu Chu lying on the ground, but herself. At the same time, Xiao Yue felt her face burning, and a trickle of liquid began to flow between her legs. A gust of cold wind swept over her, instantly sobering her up. She felt ashamed of her momentary feeling. Just then, a Qing soldier, still fondling Chu Chu's small feet, shouted, "These girls don't even have decent socks, yet they fight, and fight so fiercely! Isn't that strange?" His words stirred up Xiao Yue's deepest pain.
After the Taiping Rebellion in Nanjing, her adoptive father led his troops away. When they moved to Sichuan, their forces were drastically reduced.
Moreover, without a rear base, supplies became increasingly difficult; being able to receive uniforms was already a blessing, let alone whether they fit. Many ordinary soldiers didn't even have spare clothes and shoes, and could only patch them up and make do. Xiaoyue, being a princess, and Chuchu and the others, being the queen's personal guards, received some supplies, but most were crudely made.
The uniforms given to female soldiers like Chuchu were mostly ill-fitting, either too short or too long, too small or too small, nothing like the custom-made ones they had in Tianjing. Since female soldiers were generally petite, the clothing was mostly too big, and everyone made do with it. Now Chuchu was being ravaged by the enemy, and it wasn't her fault.
At this moment, Chuchu, filled with shame and indignation, continued to curse and struggle, but all in vain. Just as several Qing soldiers were about to rape Chuchu, a messenger galloped up on horseback, shouting, "The Admiral has ordered all officers and soldiers to return to camp immediately; there is an urgent military situation!" The messenger sped away. The Qing soldiers' enthusiasm immediately waned; cursing under their breath, they gathered their weapons and hurried back to camp. At this moment, one of the three Qing soldiers who first discovered Chu Chu muttered to himself, "Damn it, we're going back. What are we going to do with this girl?
" "What else can we do? Just kill her with one blow," another chimed in.
"Killing her with one blow is too easy. She didn't let us enjoy her, so we won't let her die a good death either," the third Qing soldier, with his pointed face and monkey-like features, said viciously, "Strangle her with my bow."
Hearing this, Xiao Yue felt nauseous. Thinking that Chu Chu was her friend and was about to be cruelly executed, Xiao Yue immediately broke out in a cold sweat, but in her desperation, she couldn't think of any way to help her. While Xiao Yue was anxious, the three Qing soldiers had already made their move. Two of them held down Chu Chu's hands to prevent her from struggling, while the third wrapped the bowstring around Chu Chu's neck. At this moment, Chu Chu appeared quite calm, lying there quietly, her eyes open, helplessly gazing at the sky, waiting for her final moment to arrive.
As the bowstring tightened, Chu Chu's eyes widened as if trying to pop them out of their sockets. Her mouth opened and closed, and her hands flailing wildly, but were held firmly in place. Her fingers curled, gripping something in the air. Her body trembled violently, her round buttocks slapping the ground, her abdomen bulging upwards. Each slap tightened the bowstring around her delicate neck.
Chu Chu tried to open her mouth wide, gurgling as she breathed in, her legs kicking involuntarily. A small tuft of thick pubic hair stood out prominently against her smooth, round body. Xiao Yue was seeing Chu Chu naked for the first time, and was astonished by Chu Chu's beautiful figure and abundant pubic hair, making Xiao Yue feel inferior.
At this moment, Chu Chu's face was flushed red, and her body pounded the ground more and more violently, kicking her legs so hard that Xiao Yue couldn't help but stare. Her long, slender legs kicked rhythmically back and forth, left leg out, right leg back in, right leg out, left leg back in... The white cloth socks hanging on her small feet also flew up and down with the kicking of her legs. After a while, Chu Chu's right sock was kicked off and landed not far from her feet, completely exposing her slender, pink jade feet. The pain from her throat made the insteps of Chu Chu's small feet tense up, revealing some blue veins.
As the bowstring tightened, Chu Chu's kicks gradually weakened, changing from a desperate kicking in the air to a back-and-forth struggle close to the ground. But with each struggle, she lost strength, and with each loss of strength, Chu Chu was closer to death... Gradually, Chu Chu's struggles grew weaker and weaker. Her body stopped twisting violently, her breathing became shallower and shallower, her hands changed from swinging to twitching, and her legs stopped kicking. Her thighs were straight and tightly pressed together, as if trying to cover her exposed genitals. Only her two jade feet were left rubbing against each other. Her bare right foot was raised straight up, and her five delicate toes kept coming together and opening, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowly, accompanied by her breathing. She kept rubbing her heel against her left foot, as if trying to kick off her last sock.
This continued for a while until Chuchu was only convulsing. Xiaoyue knew Chuchu's final moment had arrived, and she felt a slight relief that Chuchu was finally free, as she no longer had to suffer. Suddenly, Chuchu struggled a few times, opened her tightly closed legs, and thrust her lower abdomen forward with all her might. A stream of urine gushed from Chuchu's urethra. Xiaoyue stared wide-eyed in disbelief, as did the three Qing soldiers and the guards escorting Xiaoyue, all eager to witness this rare spectacle. The urine continued to gush forth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, without stopping for a long time. Although Xiaoyue was a woman and a close friend of Chuchu, she had never imagined that Chuchu could urinate so much. Xiaoyue thought: If her bladder held half the amount Chuchu urinated, she would probably urinate herself. Chuchu's ability to store so much urine might be related to her martial arts training. Adding to the intensity of the night's battle, Chu Chu was certainly unable to urinate; she must have been holding it in for a long time. Perhaps her injury was caused by the urge to urinate, otherwise, with her abilities, she could have easily broken through the encirclement. Now, Chu Chu was powerless to control her bladder, and incontinence was inevitable.
After a while, Chu Chu's urinary incontinence finally gradually subsided, leaving only a small amount of urine dripping from her genitals. Although Chu Chu's little feet were still twitching slightly, she had already entered the path of death. The three Qing soldiers released their bowstrings, stood up, looked at Chu Chu's vacant eyes, and then left.
Someone nudged Xiao Yue from behind; it turned out that the soldiers escorting her had urged her to hurry after watching Chu Chu's performance. Summoning courage from who knows where, Xiao Yue ran briskly to Chu Chu's body, picked up Chu Chu's clothes, and dressed her. Just as she was about to help Chu Chu tidy her disheveled hair, the two Qing soldiers immediately grabbed her arms. Xiao Yue pleaded, "Please, let me tidy her up."
"You're a prisoner yourself, why are you taking care of a dead person?" one of the soldiers said.
"I beg you, have mercy..." Xiaoyue continued to cry out, but she soon stopped, because another Qing soldier had already gagged her with the cloth sock from Chuchu's left foot. Just as Xiaoyue tried to push the sock out of her mouth, Chuchu's other sock was also stuffed into her mouth, and her hands were tightly tied behind her back. The two Qing soldiers dragged Xiaoyue toward the camp without saying a word. Although Chuchu's socks weren't particularly smelly, the peculiar smell still made Xiaoyue dizzy, and she followed them toward the Qing army camp in a daze... (II) Xiaoyue didn't know when she woke up. She was lying in the "prison" set up by Xiangzhi. The "prison" was actually a series of large tents where captured men and women were separated.
"The princess is awake, that's great!" someone called out.
Xiaoyue rubbed her eyes and looked at the two women around her. They were all older than her. "Princess, you're awake. Are you alright?" the women asked almost in unison.
"Anyone who could recognize me as a princess must be someone I know well, and definitely someone who is either my father or the Queen," Xiaoyue thought. When she looked closely, she realized that the one calling her name was Dongmei. Dongmei was a maidservant of the concubine, and a servant of the Queen; Chuchu was her subordinate.
Suddenly encountering someone she knew, Xiaoyue's eyes welled up with tears, and a warm feeling surged in her heart, but the initial excitement was immediately replaced by a sense of unease.
"What are you doing here? How is the Queen? Aren't you with her?" Xiaoyue asked anxiously.
Dongmei and Xiaoyue exchanged glances. "You must have explained to the princess," Dongmei said.
"Alright, Princess, don't worry, let me explain slowly," Dongmei comforted her.
"Wang Niang and I tried to escape, but we were ambushed along the way. My sister and some maids distracted them, and then I went west into the forest, hoping to use the forest to hide the Qing soldiers. But as I entered the forest and was about to rest, suddenly a large number of Xiang soldiers appeared above and below. It turned out they had already set up an ambush in the forest. Fortunately, my sister was quick-witted, and Wang Niang immediately put on an ordinary soldier's coat and escaped. I was the only female soldier, but because I was outnumbered, I was not captured. Most of the female soldiers died, and because I was slow, I was unfortunately captured as well. Then I was taken to the inner city. As for Wang Niang, I saw that she probably escaped." Dongmei recounted the whole story in one breath.
Hearing that Wang Niang might have escaped, Xiaoyue felt relieved.
"Princess, how did you get captured too?" Dongmei asked.
"Don't call me princess anymore. On the one hand, the Qing soldiers don't know my true identity, and on the other hand, we were originally good sisters. Just call me Xiaoyue from now on."
"Alright then, I'll call you Sister Xiaoyue from now on, for safety," Dongmei replied.
Xiaoyue recounted her capture and the events along the way, and Dongmei's eyes welled up with tears, especially when she heard about Chuchu's humiliation and subsequent suffering. Debi, however, only slightly raised an eyebrow upon hearing of Chuchu's death, but remained silent.
"Sister, Chuchu died a good death," Dongmei said.
"Sister Xiaoyue, you don't need to be so upset. Chuchu died of natural causes, it was her fate, she died a worthy death," she comforted. "It's just that she didn't bite her tongue, and suffered such humiliation, ruining her reputation."
"Sister, why are you so upset about Chuchu? She suffered, the humiliation wasn't her fault, she didn't want to die, and she certainly didn't want to be humiliated," Dongmei said.
"Yes, you blame Chuchu. She tried her best, she fought back desperately, but it was no use," Xiaoyue explained.
"Even if she died, I wouldn't have urinated in front of so many Qing soldiers, urinating so much..." she said.
"You can't blame Chuchu for urinating, I often need to urinate too, and Chuchu must have been unable to hold it in," Dongmei replied.
“Okay, I won’t,” Xiaoyue said, hitting her. “What’s next?”
“Sister Xiaoyue, you should eat first. It’s porridge that Qinggou brought earlier. You’ve eaten all day, so fill your stomach first.” Xiaoyue scooped a bowl of porridge from the wooden container next to Dongmei. “I’ve already eaten,” she replied.
After eating all day, Xiaoyue did feel better. She picked up the bowl and wolfed down a large bowl, feeling a little more comfortable afterward.
“Have another bowl. My sister and I have both had two bowls,” Dongmei said.
Xiaoyue declined, indicating she didn’t need any. Then she looked around: the tent wasn’t big, only enough for 4-5 people, three of them wouldn’t fit. There was a wooden container, one large and one small. The large one wasn’t for holding porridge; Dongmei had just scooped a bowl of porridge for Xiaoyue. The small one had a wooden plank on it; Xiaoyue knew it was a chamber pot. Besides that, there was some straw on the ground, and a small, cold, dimly lit oil slick in the corner.
Suddenly, the curtain was lifted, and two Qing soldiers, without giving her a chance to react, dragged her and the other two out of the tent, shouting, "Assemble outside! Hurry, you stinking motherfucker!"
Outside, there were dozens of tents of varying sizes around Xiaoyue, and three or four female soldiers were being dragged out from each tent. This was originally the concentration of female prisoners; judging by the size of the tents, there were six or seven hundred captured female soldiers. Three or four Qing soldiers came out from each tent, totaling over a hundred, and they were gathered and escorted away.
Xiaoyue didn't know where she was being taken, but she could only follow. Soon she was led to a field near a stream. The prisoners were ordered to sit down on the spot. Xiaoyue looked around carefully; there were many bonfires in the field. Next to the bonfire closest to her was a row of five racks. Next to the other bonfires were knives and rows of cowhides, all pointing towards a torture device. Xiaoyue felt a sense of foreboding.
An official in charge of the search stepped forward, and everyone shouted:
"By order of the Admiral, a batch of bandits has been dispatched. The remaining troops are to be escorted back to the capital. A fair and just selection process will be conducted, and those selected will
face certain death." A group of Qing soldiers approached the prisoners, intending to pull out those to be tortured. Guan Xiaoyue struggled, but Dongmei and the others were fortunate enough to be dragged away. Soon, more than thirty prisoners were taken to different torture sites. Dongmei was taken to a cowhide mat and put on a rack.
Soon, the first prisoner to be tortured in each torture session was put on the instruments of torture. Dongmei's first victim was a middle-aged female soldier in her thirties. One Qing soldier stripped her naked and pressed her to the ground, her hands tied to a stone pillar on the ground. Another Qing soldier cut a piece of cowhide, soaked it in water, and then put it over the middle-aged female soldier's body, binding her with a rope. Because the cowhide shrinks quickly after being soaked in water, the female soldier twisted her body in pain due to difficulty breathing, but her hands were pierced and she could only keep twisting her fat buttocks. Soon she lost control of her bladder and convulsed a few more times before she died.
As Dongmei watched the victim die in agony, the thought of following in her footsteps sent a chill down her spine, and a sudden urge to urinate surged within her. Just then, several Qing soldiers, having finished their torture, dragged Dongmei away and began stripping her clothes without hesitation. The young Dongmei was no match for the Qing soldiers' hands; soon her clothes and shoes were almost completely removed, leaving her only in a bodice and a small pair of shorts. The Qing soldiers pressed her down on the ground in a "spread-eagle" position, face up, back down, their hands restrained. In an instant, Dongmei's smooth, alabaster skin, slender waist, flawless white thighs, and soft, bone-like hands were revealed before the Qing soldiers—far superior to the middle-aged woman before them. Taking advantage of the restraints, some soldiers caressed her small hands, some pinched her testicles and full breasts, and some took the opportunity to fondle her delicate feet.
Dongmei, already accustomed to such humiliation, had never before suffered such indignity as a maidservant to the Queen. At this moment, Dongmei could only grit her teeth, close her eyes, and endure the pain. Suddenly, a thick layer of leather was placed on her body, and Dongmei didn't recognize it as cowhide. Her breathing became labored; Dongmei could only try to inhale more air, but even that was difficult.
A sense of panic washed over her; she realized she was like Chuchu, about to die. Thinking of Chuchu, she naturally thought of her death, and suddenly Dongmei felt an inexplicable urge to urinate. She truly regretted drinking so much porridge, now suffering in her stomach. Then, a hand ripped off her bodice and began to grope her peach-like breasts. It must be the Qing soldiers who had tortured her, Dongmei thought. She desperately twisted her limbs and fingers in shame; her legs, though bound, still struggled, arching straight, but all to no avail. The large hand that had been groping her chest slid down to Dongmei's lower abdomen, slowly pulling down her panties, and began to knead her genitals. Dongmei, a young girl in her teens, felt a burning sensation, coupled with the increasing suffocation; she twisted her buttocks in response to the man's groping. Dongmei felt increasingly breathless, her will fading. She tried to urinate, but her strength waned. Xiaoyue, watching from the side, saw it most clearly. Dongmei's urination was no longer as intense as before; her leg kicks had become intermittent spasms, and her penis was swaying wildly.
The intense urge to urinate made Dongmei almost oblivious to everything else; she had only one thought: to prevent incontinence. But the very thing that was causing her urethra only intensified her desire to urinate. She felt her will completely vanish. After one last twist of her penis, Dongmei felt the muscles at the urethral opening relax, and her bladder instantly felt a sense of relief. Dongmei began to urinate.
Xiaoyue saw a thin stream of urine flowing from Dongmei's body. Although Dongmei's legs were spread apart, the scattered urine still covered her thighs. Compared to Chuchu, Dongmei's urination force was weaker, but the amount of urine was no less. Little Dongmei's urine flowed around her body. After urinating for a while, Dongmei's legs twitched slightly, and the urine in her body became a thin, dripping stream... Of the more than ten female prisoners who died, almost all of them were incontinent, and some female soldiers even lost control of their bowels. The entire place reeked of urine. Soon, the bodies, including Dongmei's, were gathered together, piled with dry firewood, and burned.
(III) Just as Xiaoyue witnessed Dongmei's painful death, the woman being tortured also embarked on her death journey. This woman had already been stripped naked by several executioners, her pink arms were tied behind her back, and a Qing soldier put a rope around her neck and pulled it in. The rope was made of coarse hemp, and after being pulled in, her neck was slightly tilted to the side, and her small mouth was slightly closed, probably because the rope was too tight. Then, the executioners lifted her up and made her stand on an empty wooden box, which was a foot high and was originally used to hold fire, but was now being used as a torture device.
Xiaoyue noticed that the woman's naked upper body exuded a unique mature feminine charm. Her fair neck and smooth, white skin were adorned with large, white breasts that drooped like sheepskin bags, their pink, peach-like nipples particularly eye-catching against her white skin. She understood that the pricking was intentional.
After she stood up, the Qing soldiers impatiently began to rip off her clothes. Soon, her shapely thighs were exposed to everyone's eyes, and her anus was ripped off, revealing her most private parts: thick hair and buttocks. The Qing soldiers' lust immediately surged, and they moved forward to rub her buttocks and genitals. At this moment, she remained silent, gritting her teeth. Despite the excruciating pain, she only hoped for quick torture to end it all. As if by divine intervention, the thought of impending torture made her feel the box beneath her being kicked, but she didn't feel any obvious strangulation around her neck. A Qing soldier was already pinching her wrist, taking the opportunity to play with her. She felt several hands kneading her jade-like feet from different angles, from her heart to her toes, inch by inch. Even through the thick cloth, she could clearly feel it—a ticklish, yet intoxicating, sensation. She was completely immersed in a strange pleasure, unconsciously enjoying it. But
even the best things have their limits. As the indescribable feeling gradually disappeared, the cloth around her neck tightened, and soon she felt empty. She swayed from side to side, a suffocating sensation enveloping her. After a few seconds of initial calm, she began to instinctively struggle. First, she kicked back and forth, seemingly trying to find something to step on, her body swaying more and more violently. The hands behind her kept moving, as if trying to grab something, and she gasped for air, her mouth opening and closing, desperately trying to inhale. She kept pricking for a while, sweat pouring down her body. Due to lack of oxygen and waning strength, the pricking became less forceful.
Her kicking became a haphazard up-and-down motion, her large breasts trembling incessantly with each kick, driving Zhou Qingbing to the brink of madness, his groin stiff.
She held on for a while, then the force of the pricking weakened again, her kicks less powerful, only occasionally, her pale thighs rubbing together, saliva dripping from her mouth, her throat constantly swallowing to relieve the numbness caused by the pricking.
Finally, the pricking subsided, death had already reached out a hand to her. But only when one dies does one realize the value of life, and no one wants to die easily, even if it's something she desperately wants to do. She tried to stay conscious, breathing deeply through her nose and mouth, hoping to hold on a little longer, but her mind involuntarily blurred, her hands and fingers increasingly unresponsive, and the sensation in her hands was fading away.
Oh, am I going to die? No, I want to be stabbed again, I don't want to die so soon. With her last ounce of strength, she kicked with all her might a dozen times, the force exceeding even the initial stabbing, so much so that her right hand was also kicked. Accompanying the kicks, she lost control of her bladder, urine flowing rapidly down her thighs, calves, and feet, dripping onto the ground, quickly forming a large heap. This incontinence meant her life was coming to an end. Her mouth stopped opening and closing, her kicks became intentional convulsions, her eyes widened, but lost their light.
She was dead, regardless of her mechanical convulsions. The Qing soldiers impatiently placed her body on the rack and prepared for the next execution… Xiaoyue didn't know much after that, only that a female soldier dragged her to her death, until the remaining people were told she could return to her room. Xiaoyue mechanically walked towards the ground. The midnight chill gradually sobered her up. A strong urge to urinate compelled her to sneak away into the nearby woods while the Qing soldiers weren't looking. She went deep into the woods, found a secluded spot, and squatted down. Yes, Xiaoyue didn't know when she had urinated; the only certainty was that she had done it while watching Dongmei's torture. As defecation gushed from her anus, urine naturally flowed from her urethra. Some urine had already leaked out, but the rest continued to gush out. Xiaoyue then thought of the torture scene. If it had happened to her, she would have urinated as well, and might have even lost control of her bowels. Thinking this, Xiaoyue understood. After
relieving herself, Xiaoyue tidied her clothes and considered whether to take this opportunity to escape the clutches of the enemy. Suddenly, she heard a faint voice from the dense forest:
"Is anyone there?"
"Definitely not. Let's go there."
No one appeared, only the moonlight. Xiaoyue was actually a Qing soldier, each carrying a sack. They reached a small clearing less than five meters from Xiaoyue and unloaded their sacks. Xiaoyue quickly tucked herself in and hid behind a bush, peeking through the gaps. But when the soldiers untied their sacks, they found women inside.
Through their clothes, Xiaoyue saw that all the women were captured; one was older, in her twenties, and the other was no more than fifteen or sixteen. For some reason, a Qing soldier had secretly taken her inside. The women were all turned over and gagged. One of the Qing soldiers quickly removed his clothes, revealing his large penis. After a few lewd laughs, he began to tear off the clothes of the women in front of him.
Xiaoyue finally understood that the Qing soldiers had secretly made the female soldiers enjoy themselves. Soon, the female soldiers' clothes were removed, leaving only their undergarments. Then, the Qing soldiers stripped off her underwear, ignoring her kicking, but this only fueled their lust. Not only were her underwear and underwear removed, but her shoes were also taken off. The older female soldiers' left breasts were also removed. The Qing soldiers lewdly began to rub the female soldiers' genitals, touching her vagina and urethra, causing her to involuntarily twist and moan softly. As the Qing soldiers' movements increased, the female soldiers' movements also gradually intensified, from twisting her body to kicking and throbbing. Confirming she had reached orgasm, the Qing soldiers simultaneously inserted their penises into her vaginas and began to thrust... Xiaoyue had never witnessed male-female intercourse so closely before. She was stunned, feeling a tingling sensation in her lower body, and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed out, causing her underwear to wet again. The female soldier had fully reached her climax, kicking the muddy ground with all her might. The older female soldiers, perhaps already sexually aroused, kicked with particular force, alternating rhythmically from side to side, then pulling back with a combined kick, in sync with the Qing soldier's thrusting into her. Xiaoyue thought that sex could be so intense for a woman, to the point of forgetting everything else. Despite the cold early morning and the unusually damp muddy ground, it did nothing to diminish the female soldier's passion. Soon, her thighs and calves were covered in mud, especially the older female soldier. Because Xiaoyue was less than 3 meters tall, she could see very clearly that the white base of her penis had turned black, and her left heel and toes were also covered in mud… After another thrust, the Qing soldier exhaled and stood up from her, his large penis still covered in thick, white semen. The female soldier's legs flattened, her chest rising and falling, still lying on the ground. The Qing soldiers quickly dressed, then exchanged a few words. One of them took out a dagger from his clothes, walked up to the oldest female soldier, and swiftly pulled it to her neck, tightening it before she could fully turn over. At first, she showed no resistance, but soon her legs kicked out forcefully. Xiaoyue's kicks this time were completely different from the kicks she had performed during intercourse. Before, it was a kind of enjoyment, and the kicks were very rhythmic. But this was a desperate, wild kicking, and her body twisted violently. The remaining white part of her body was quickly kicked away, making the contrast between the black and white parts even more conspicuous in Xiaoyue's eyes. The tightening around her neck also increased greatly, forcing her to twist her lower body even more forcefully and kick even harder. Suddenly, she shoved the ground hard, arching her back high, her thighs slightly bent, her lower abdomen rising a few times, then her body tumbled back down, her white buttocks landing with a thud on the ground, rubbing against her thighs. Then she arched her back again, arching a few times, before falling down again, her plump buttocks slapping the muddy ground. She continued to arch and twist, like a beautiful woman dying in agony!
After a while, the female soldier's twisting and writhing lessened, only urinating in waves from the base of her thighs, staining her legs. The female soldier was dead, her body convulsing only intermittently. After dealing with one female soldier, the Qing soldier approached the younger one. The girl was stunned by what she had just witnessed. Seeing the Qing soldier smiling as he walked towards her, she trembled, the pleasure of being raped long forgotten. The Qing soldier put away his rope, took out a horn knife from his pocket, and held it to the girl's neck. Another man sat on the girl's naked body to prevent her from stabbing him. He then planned to kill the female soldier by slitting her throat.
Driven by the instinct for survival, the female soldier kicked with all her might, but it was all in vain. The knife accurately pierced her left neck, and blood gushed out instantly. Urine, which she had lost control of, shot out like a water arrow from her urethra, splattering all over her body. The Qing soldier ignored the blood and urine, focusing only on slitting the female soldier's throat. His grip caused the female soldier to let out a deathly "gurgle," and her legs trembled violently. The pain of death and the disappearance of will caused the girl to defecate after losing control of her urination. A brownish stool gushed from her anus. After a few moments, her throat and bones were cut together. The range of her body's movements became very small, her legs occasionally twitching, her body was wet, and she could no longer defecate. Death had finally taken her life.

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