The wailing of a mature woman

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As summer slowly arrived in M City, it began to get hot. A morning rain shower provided some relief from the heat, but the afternoon sun added a humid atmosphere. At 1:30 PM, at M City Railway Station, there were practically no trains arriving or departing, so the station square was sparsely populated. A tall, burly man emerged from a small eatery near the station, carrying a large black bag on his back, looking like he was on a long trip. This man was Zhang Qiang, who had fled D Province two months prior. He had originally been with Li Gang, but they had gotten separated after encountering a patrol officer. They had contacted each other by phone and decided to meet in M City. Zhang Qiang strolled to the station square and found a seat. He glanced at the clock: 1:42 PM, then turned to look at the taxi stand. Thinking it was the wrong time, he noticed only a dozen or so taxis were haphazardly parked there, the drivers huddled together chatting and playing cards. It was still early; he would have to wait. Zhang Qiang took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat down to smoke, his mind wandering. It had been almost two months since he escaped, and he was nearly caught by the police several times. It was time to find a way to get some money and stay in a safe place for a few days. He had contacted his former buyer online the day before yesterday; they still needed to ship goods. Zhang Qiang planned to make a quick sale to earn some money before waiting for Li Gang to arrive. Time passed slowly, and the clock ticked down to 2:24. Zhang Qiang had already smoked three or four cigarettes. He glanced at his watch, then turned to look at the taxi stand; there were more cars there than before. Zhang Qiang got up and slowly walked towards the stand, carefully avoiding the security post in the square. He didn't want to be careless about such a small detail. Reaching the stand, Zhang Qiang didn't stop, not wanting to be seen and approached by waiting drivers. He circled around the stand from the side, his eyes constantly scanning the cars. Zhang Qiang crossed the street to a small shop on the other side, bought a pack of cigarettes, and while the shopkeeper was giving him change, he turned back to confirm his target: a Santana taxi with license plate 61451. He took the change and cigarettes, turned back to the parking spot, went straight to the car, quickly opened the door, and got in the passenger seat. The driver was a plump middle-aged woman around 40 years old, with long, curly hair permed to a yellow color at the ends. She wore a yellow t-shirt, tight pants, and black flat shoes. Seeing him get in, the woman asked, "Where to?" "Anxiang," Zhang Qiang replied, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. "Anxiang will cost 240 yuan, and it'll be extra if we take the highway." "I know, 240 yuan if we don't take the highway." After agreeing on the price, the woman started the car, and it drove away from the parking spot. Sitting in the car, Zhang Qiang felt a surge of secret joy. No one had noticed; it seemed he was halfway there. In less than 20 minutes, the car was on the national highway. Zhang Qiang sat there silently, planning his next move. He had thought about this plan many times, because staying in a hotel for a long time wasn't a reliable solution; he needed a place he could stay for an extended period. The car drove smoothly on the national highway when suddenly Zhang Qiang called out, "Oh dear, I forgot something, ma'am. Let's turn around and head back towards the city. I forgot to take something." The woman slowed down, saying somewhat displeased, "Going back will cost extra, and this is wasting time. We have a lot of work this afternoon, and it's all being wasted on you." Zhang Qiang smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, ma'am, please drive back a bit. I'll give you extra money when we get there." The woman reluctantly nodded and turned the car around at the gap ahead, heading back. Zhang Qiang cursed inwardly: "You bitch, you've got what's coming to you today. I'll see how I deal with you." After driving for a few minutes, Zhang Qiang told the woman to pull over to the side of the road, saying he needed to use the restroom. He walked behind a bush where the woman couldn't see him, took out a towel and a bottle of ether from his pocket, poured the ether on the towel, hid it behind his back, and returned to the car. The woman, unaware of the impending danger, was about to start the car when Zhang Qiang suddenly leaped from the passenger seat, straddling her. He pressed her head against the seat cushion with one hand, covered her mouth and nose with the towel with the other, and pressed his entire weight onto her, simultaneously clamping her legs tightly between his thighs. The sudden attack caught the woman off guard. By the time she realized it was a bad guy, it was too late. She desperately twisted and turned, trying to break free from the man on top of her, tearing at Zhang Qiang's back with her hands. Zhang Qiang ignored her resistance, vigilantly watching the window to see if anyone had witnessed the scene. The sweet smell of ether filled the woman's nostrils, and her struggles and screams only accelerated the drug's effects. Soon, the woman lay motionless, unconscious. Zhang Qiang didn't stop; he simply loosened his grip and maintained the position for several seconds until he was certain the woman was completely unconscious. He quickly reclined the seat, dragged the woman from the front of the car to the back, and then crawled into the back himself. The woman slightly opened her eyes, the whites of her eyes visible—a sign of oxygen deprivation and the effects of the sedative. Zhang Qiang tested her breathing under her nose; it was even, which reassured him. He wasn't a murderer, nor was he trying to kill her. Zhang Qiang took out rope from his bag and began to tie the woman up. He bound her hands behind her back, removed her shoes, and tied her feet together, securing them firmly to the rope binding her hands. This way, even if she woke up, she wouldn't be able to move. Finally, he used the towel he had used to smother her to tightly gag her mouth, then bound it with hemp rope. After finishing, Zhang Qiang stroked the woman's large, stockinged feet, a surge of excitement rising within him as he looked at the fullness of the middle-aged woman bound by the rope. He reached his hand under the woman's crotch, and through her pants, he felt a soft spot. "It's not time yet," Zhang Qiang told himself. He adjusted the front seat, put the woman in a sack from his bag, and tied the sack shut with a rope. The car started moving, but this time Zhang Qiang was driving; the woman was now someone else's prey. Half an hour later, the car returned to M city. Zhang Qiang stopped once along the way, buying two golf balls at a sporting goods store and a bag of cable ties at a general store. The car drove into a residential area on the outskirts of M city. From the outside, the area looked very dilapidated, with no property management or security. It was a staff dormitory built in the 1980s, marked with faded characters on the side of the stairwell: "Dormitory Area 1, Building 2." Zhang Qiang parked the car behind a tree near a unit entrance, turned off the engine, and didn't get out. He looked around; there was no one there. It was a little past 4 pm, and most of the residents were migrant workers who wouldn't return until 8 or 9 pm. Seeing that everything seemed normal, Zhang Qiang quickly got out of the car, slung his bag over his left shoulder, and carried the woman in a sack over his right, before entering the adjacent apartment building. He trudged up to the sixth floor, panting, and put the sack down. He then used a large bunch of keys connected to his car keys to open the door. After a few minutes and trying over a dozen keys, Zhang Qiang opened the security door and the wooden door, carrying the sack inside. He quickly came out again, locked the door, went downstairs, and drove away. About 20 minutes later, Zhang Qiang walked back to the apartment complex. He didn't rush upstairs; he smoked a cigarette downstairs and observed the surroundings before entering the building. Back in his sixth-floor apartment, Zhang Qiang poured himself a glass of water and sat down on a stool in the living room to rest. He glanced at his watch; it was already 5:10 PM. He had spent the entire afternoon getting things done, but he felt it was worth it. At least he wouldn't have to live in hiding for the next few days. Zhang Qiang took out his phone and sent a message. A reply came back shortly, and a smile appeared on his face, but it quickly vanished from his cold expression. He finished the remaining water in his glass, went into the bathroom, washed his face, and then looked around. There was a clothesline, but nothing on it. He opened the washing machine and, sure enough, found two pairs of unwashed women's stockings and a pair of underwear. Carrying these items and his own bag, Zhang Qiang pushed open the door to the inner room. Inside, an empty sack lay on the floor, and a woman, bound upside down, lay face down on the bed, still unconscious. Zhang Qiang gave a soft "humph," his voice filled with satisfaction and contempt. He threw the underwear and stockings on the bed, then went to the window, drew the curtains, and finally locked the inner room door behind him. The next afternoon, around 3 p.m., a short man in his early thirties arrived at the apartment complex. He walked to the vicinity of Unit 2, checked his phone, and then went into the building. The man ran up to the sixth floor and stopped in front of an apartment. He knocked tentatively a few times, then leaned closer to listen. There seemed to be movement inside; the person stopped briefly at the door, presumably peering through the peephole. "Click," the door opened softly.The man quickly went inside and locked the door. Zhang Qiang, wearing only his underwear and holding a cigarette, didn't say anything to the man who entered. Instead, he went back to the sofa in the living room and sat down. The coffee table was littered with empty food bags and greasy plates and bowls. The man who entered let out a long sigh. Like Zhang Qiang, he was carrying a large bag. He put the bag on the floor, sat down on the stool opposite Zhang Qiang, and lit a cigarette. "I'm really tired. It's so hard to get here," the man said. Zhang Qiang looked up at the man: "Me too. I wanted to wait for you, but I've been feeling uneasy these past few days, so I had to find a place by myself first. By the way, Gangzi, how's Lao Wu?" The man opposite him was named Li Gang, the one who had escaped from D province with Zhang Qiang two months ago. "Damn, don't even mention it, Lao Wu's dead. I told him a long time ago to just have fun and not leave so much stuff behind, but the police found tons of socks, underwear, bras, and several pairs of shoes in his cellar. What the hell was he doing leaving those old women's stuff behind?!" "Wasn't Lao Wu always like this? He just had this kind of thing to do, and what happened?" "Well, it's all because of that slut Zhao, the police chief. The police wouldn't let it go. If you mess with someone's people, do you think they'll just let it go? Lao Wu couldn't take it and he died." Zhang Qiang didn't say anything, smoking and thinking for a while. After a while, he looked up at Li Gang and said, "Gangzi, we can't stay here any longer. I contacted Feng Daye a couple of days ago. He still needs the goods. Let's get the goods out these next few days." "Take the money from him and go straight to N City. It's chaotic there; the police won't have trouble finding us." "Deliver the goods?" Li Gang angrily threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. "I'm broke now. Besides, I don't know anyone here. Where am I going to find a suitable place? If I had known this would happen, I should have done a couple of heists to have some fun and make some money before taking a break. It's not like we don't have regular jobs. It's just that Lao Wu is never satisfied and things got out of hand, which is why the police are watching us." "Hehe," Zhang Qiang laughed. "There's one right now. Come in and take a look." Hearing this, Li Gang immediately perked up. "Really? Didn't you say you just found a random house? I thought it was just a place to live. How's it going? Have you taken care of it?" "It's inside. Come in and take a look." After saying that, the two of them pushed open the door to the inner room one after the other. On the floor of the room, women's clothes, shoes, underwear, and bras were scattered. The curtains were drawn tightly, making it very dark. Inside the room, on the large bed, a quilt was spread out and covered a person, with only two stockinged feet sticking out. Li Gang stepped forward and lifted the quilt. Underneath, a middle-aged woman wearing only flesh-colored stockings lay naked on the bed, her upper and lower arms bound together with cotton rope, her hands tied behind her back with a back knot; the woman's hair was disheveled, and a golf ball wrapped in stockings was tightly stuck in her mouth, the two ends of the stockings tied in a knot behind her head; the woman's two stockinged feet were pulled apart and tied to the two ends of a clothesline with cable ties, her round buttocks were propped up by a pillow, her thick, dark pubic hair was stuck to her inner thighs, there was a large yellow stain on the pillow, and her two thick labia were red and swollen, clearly having been vigorously rubbed; the woman looked pained and had already fainted, and judging from the mess on the bed, she must have struggled desperately. "How about it, is this woman fat enough?" Zhang Qiang asked. Li Gang grinned lewdly. "Okay, you've been holding back for a while now. This old woman's practically dead from your fucking." "This woman's divorced, probably hasn't been fucked in a long time. She's all wet down there, it feels really good. You can play with her for a bit, I'm going out to buy something and I'll be back in a bit." "Okay," Li Gang agreed, quickly stripping off his clothes and straddling the woman on the bed. He started digging into her crotch with one hand and kneading her breasts with the other. Soon, his penis was erect, his dark, thick shaft looking rather frightening in the dim light. Perhaps stimulated by the man's actions, the woman woke up at this moment. She was horrified to find the lecherous man who had tormented her all night standing beside her, and another man pressing heavily on top of her, relentlessly playing with her. The man's penis was hard and pressing against her buttocks. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," the woman began to scream, but her mouth was gagged with a golf ball, and she could only make muffled sounds that were difficult to hear from outside. She tried to wriggle her hips, trying to shake off the man on top of her, but her feet were tied to the clothesline, and her lower body was completely unresponsive. Li Gang untied the stockings behind the woman's head and pulled the golf ball out of her mouth. The woman, who had been deprived of the right to shout and speak for a long time, pleaded with Zhang Qiang, "B-brother, I beg you, spare me, I... Waaaaaah!" Before she could finish, Li Gang covered her mouth with his hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Like Zhang Qiang, Li Gang liked to gag these middle-aged women with stockings or simply cover their mouths with his hand while raping them, enjoying the thrill of the rape amidst their helpless cries and moans. Li Gang pressed his full weight onto the woman, whispering in her ear as if in a daze, "Shh, shh, don't shout 'big sister,' quiet, quiet." The terrified woman stopped struggling and shouting, panting as she turned her head to the side, her eyes wide as she watched what Li Gang was about to do. Li Gang continued whispering in the woman's ear, "It's okay, sister, I'll save you in a bit. It's okay, sister, don't move, hey, don't move around, yes, that's right. How old are you this year, sister? How old are your children...?" Suddenly, Li Gang thrust forward. "Ugh..." The intense stimulation almost made the unprepared woman faint. Her eyes widened, and both her stockinged legs kicked backward simultaneously. Before she could catch her breath, the man had already pushed his penis to the base, the entire thick penis completely inserted into the woman's vagina. "Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh..." Having been raped by Zhang Qiang all night, the woman could no longer endure such stimulation. She resisted with all her might. Li Gang wouldn't give the woman any chance. He began to rhythmically and slowly thrust in and out of the woman's vagina. Because there hadn't been any prior play, the woman's vagina wasn't very wet. It needed to be slowly lubricated and dried before it would feel comfortable, but this process was extremely painful for the woman. Zhang Qiang stood there watching Li Gang thrust into the woman, her stockinged feet kicking rhythmically with his movements—her last resort to relieve the pain. With each penetration, she let out a painful groan. "Cover yourself with the blanket while you play. Someone lives on the fourth floor; don't let anyone hear," Zhang Qiang said, watching Li Gang cover both him and the woman with the blanket before leaving the inner room and closing the door behind him. He dressed, took a piece of paper he'd written down the day before—containing what he needed—and went out. An hour and a half later, Zhang Qiang returned, carrying a plastic bag full of things into the kitchen before opening the inner room door. Li Gang was still busy on the bed. Zhang Qiang pulled back the blanket; Li Gang was on top of the woman, who was covered in sweat, her mouth gagged with a stocking, seemingly too weak to scream, only making soft "hmph" sounds. Suddenly, the woman's right foot slipped off the clothesline, and she kicked Li Gang's back forcefully with her heel. “You stinking bitch, still got some energy, huh! Come on, help me hold her feet down, I’ll give her a good time,” Li Gang shouted. Zhang Qiang got on the bed and pressed the woman’s feet down with his knees. Li Gang started thrusting rapidly, while tightly covering the woman’s mouth with his hand. After 3 or 4 minutes, after a series of muffled moans, the woman’s buttocks reflexively lifted a few times, then she kicked her legs and stopped moving. Li Gang ignored this and, after a frenzied thrusting, ejaculated inside the woman’s vagina. Zhang Qiang released the woman’s feet and said to Li Gang, “Alright, that’s enough. Come out and rest for a bit. We can talk about something.” Li Gang left the woman’s body with satisfaction: “It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted a mature woman. She’s a little loose down there, but she’s quite wet, look.” After saying that, Li Gang lifted the blanket. On the bed, a large wet patch was visible between the woman’s legs. Li Gang approached the woman, leering, and said, "How's it going, sister? You've already pissed yourself, haven't you? You've been holding back for so long, why didn't you just let me out sooner and save yourself a lot of suffering?" With that, Li Gang followed Zhang Qiang out of the inner room and closed the door. The woman was utterly exhausted. She didn't even have the strength to run, let alone scream. She couldn't understand why these two men, almost ten years younger than her, had kidnapped her from outside and brought her home to rape her repeatedly. For a middle-aged woman, nearly a day of rape had become unbearable. Now, she just wanted to sleep, even suspecting she was in a nightmare, hoping that waking up would end it all. In fact, the woman's nightmare had begun the previous afternoon. Rewinding to around 6 PM the previous evening, the woman was awakened by a strange sensation in her lower body. At first, she didn't know where she was, but looking at the familiar room, she realized it was her home. Trying to move, she found her hands and feet bound behind her back, her joints aching all over, and a hand roaming between her thighs. "Ah! A bad guy has broken into the house!" The woman tried to shout, but found her mouth was already gagged.She could only make weak "woof" sounds. She looked up and saw herself in the wardrobe mirror: completely naked except for her socks, a naked man was holding her, bound in a ball, on his lap, one hand fondling her genitals, the other kneading her breasts. "Woof woof woof," the woman cried out repeatedly, twisting her body to escape the man's wanton manipulation. Desperate to understand what was happening, she suddenly remembered someone hailing a taxi, and then she was knocked unconscious on the way. Looking up at the man in the mirror, she saw it was the same person who had hailed the taxi, and everything became clear. The woman let out a wail; she couldn't understand why misfortune had befallen her, a woman nearing 40. Despite her struggles, the man didn't stop. He continued his actions without a word: fondling her genitals, kneading her breasts, tickling her feet, pulling her armpit and pubic hair. Soon, the woman's face turned bright red, and she was panting heavily. The man stopped and said to her, "I'm taking that thing out of your mouth so you can catch your breath. If you scream, I'll suffocate you before I do it to you, understand?" The woman, already struggling to breathe, nodded quickly. The thing was removed from her mouth, and the woman saw it was her unwashed underwear from yesterday, wrapped with two packs of sanitary napkins. She didn't feel disgusted; instead, she coughed dryly without saying a word. Once she recovered, she quickly said, "Brother, please don't do this, my man will be back soon." The man chuckled, "Your man? You've been divorced for three years, where would you find a man? The child went with your ex-husband too. Trying to fool me, humph!" With that, the man raised his hand and forcefully pinched the woman's labia. "Ah, no, don't do this, I'm on my period these past few days, I can't do this." In her desperation, the woman lied again. "On your period? Let me see." The man's fingers immediately shoved into the woman's vagina. "Ah, oh dear, take it out quickly, please, brother!" "The woman hurriedly shook her hips and shouted, 'If you shout again, I'll smother you! From now on, I'll ask you questions, and you answer them. No loud talking, understand?'" the man said fiercely. The woman hurriedly nodded, and the man withdrew his fingers from her vagina. "How old are you this year?" "39." "How tall?" "169 cm." "Do you leave your car at home every day? Does anyone drive it at night?" "No, just me." "What size are your feet?" "40." "40?" The man grabbed the woman's soles and rubbed them for a while: "Still sweaty feet, right?" The woman blushed: "Yes." "When was the last time you did it with a man?" "This..." The woman didn't know what to say. At this moment, the man inserted his fingers into her vagina again. "Ah! Last month!" "With whom?" "The office manager of the taxi company." The man pulled his fingers out: "Do you want to do it with a man now?" "No, please, brother, I'm almost 40. How can I face people if you do this to me? Besides, I can't take it anymore. Please have mercy and I'll give you money." The man, unhurried, rubbed her feet while saying, "Let me put it this way, I just got out of town, I'm short of women, I tied you up just to have your body, I only like playing with older women, I'll do it to you a few times and then leave, don't be afraid." "Please, brother, my child is in high school, please, sister, don't do it to me, I'll give you as much money as you want," the woman pleaded. The man thought for a moment, "Okay, I won't do it down there, but you have to use your mouth to relieve my heat, and I'll taste what your genitals taste like." With that, the man laid the woman flat on his stomach and lay down, the woman's crotch directly facing the man's face, and in front of her was the man's enormous penis. The woman only heard the man say, "I'll only give you 15 minutes, sister, don't blame me when the time is up, then you won't have a choice." "As soon as she finished speaking, the woman felt something wet begin to move between her thighs. Good heavens, she realized it was the man's tongue licking her genitals, but she couldn't care less now. To avoid being raped, she began to "work" on his penis with her mouth. Ten minutes passed quickly, and the woman was panting heavily. But the man's penis didn't shrink; instead, it grew larger. Finally, she couldn't hold on any longer. The soreness in her neck muscles and the unbearable itching in her genitals made it impossible for her to continue. She gasped, "Brother, can you let me rest for a bit? I can't take it anymore." Hearing this, the man stopped and laid the woman face down on the bed. She lay there panting, while the man watched her. After a while, the woman looked up at the man and saw him looking at her with that strange gaze. She quickly said, "I'll keep going, I..." "Too late, sister. Don't blame me, just accept your fate." "The man then took a ball wrapped in a stocking, the ball nestled in the center of the stocking. The woman understood his intention and immediately cried out in despair, 'You're lying to me! I'm almost 40! No! Someone help! I'm being raped... Waaaaah!' The ball wrapped in the stocking was shoved into the woman's mouth, completely gagging her. She could no longer scream. The two ends of the stocking were tied into a tight knot behind her head. The man unfolded a blanket that had been lying nearby and covered both of them with it. The woman understood that no matter what, the man was going to rape her. To prevent the neighbors from hearing her screams, he even used a blanket to cover her during the rape." The blankets were all prepared. Under the dark, stuffy blankets, the man pressed tightly against the woman from behind. The woman made a last-ditch effort to resist when suddenly, something like a burning stick was thrust into her lower body. "Ugh, ugh, ugh!" The excruciating pain almost made the woman faint. The man leaned over and pinned her down, his hands reaching around to her chest, each hand grasping a breast: "Silly old woman, I've been watching you for almost ten days. Even if I don't do this to you today, you won't be able to escape outside. Don't blame me; blame yourself for having such a good body, big breasts, a big butt, and big feet. You're the perfect age, the perfect time to be pinned down on the bed and fucked to death. Who else should I do this to? I've already opened up your cunt, so it's bound to be painful to fuck you like this. There's no other way. If you behave, I'll make things easier for you. You're not a virgin anymore, just grit your teeth and bear it." "After saying that, the man took half of her stockinged foot into his mouth and began to thrust vigorously. Ten minutes passed, then twenty minutes. The woman's initial desperate screams and struggles were now replaced by cries of shame and the groans of pain from the rape. Finally, under the man's relentless assault, the woman's anus completely gave way. The woman felt a spasm in her vagina, and then a gush of fluid that had been held back for a long time gushed out. The man noticed this and said, panting, "Couldn't hold it in anymore, huh? Hmph, I'll release you one more time and then I'll untie you so you can have some real pleasure." "Having said that, the man took the woman's other stockinged foot into his mouth and continued thrusting. The woman never got to ejaculate again. She knew from the way the man had raped her that he did this often; she couldn't escape the fate of being raped and impregnated. Overwhelmed with anger and frustration, the woman fainted. When she awoke, she found herself still under the covers, and of course, not only the covers but also the man was on top of her. She tried to move, finding herself still bound, except her legs were now separated from her hands and feet, pulled apart and tied to opposite ends of the bed, making it impossible for her to close her thighs. The man changed his method of rape; instead of the initial violent assault, he was now slowly enjoying the middle-aged woman beneath him, savoring the mature woman's genitals..." The woman was suddenly enveloped in a tender, fleshy embrace. A word suddenly came to mind to describe her current state: "cooked meat!" Yes, for the lecherous man, the woman's plump, juicy buttocks were the perfect dinner and midnight snack. The torment of the night had driven the woman to the brink of unconsciousness several times. Finally, at the break of dawn, the lecherous man stopped his attack. Confirming that the woman couldn't escape, the man fell into a deep sleep beside her. The woman, exhausted from the night's abuse, soon also fell into a deep sleep, remaining asleep until noon. Who knew that when she opened her eyes again, she would be facing two demons? At this point, the woman had lost all desire to escape. She only hoped that the man would leave her home after satisfying his lust. In the moments before she fell unconscious, she heard the two men's last conversation: "Packing up tomorrow at noon." The next morning, Zhang Qiang got up early. He prepared breakfast and then woke Li Gang from the sofa. The two ate a simple meal and then began the final preparations. Zhang Qiang first went to the kitchen to boil a kettle of water. While waiting for the water to boil, he had Li Gang search every possible place in the house that might contain valuables, throwing the leftovers, chopsticks, plates, and other kitchen utensils into a large garbage bag that Zhang Qiang had bought. Zhang Qiang wasn't idle either; he took the bottle of ether and a towel into the bedroom. The woman on the bed had already woken up. She was clearly awakened by the noise the two men were making in the outer room. The woman looked terrified, unsure what the two men would do next. Zhang Qiang didn't speak to the woman, but instead opened the bottle and poured the liquid inside onto a towel. This action immediately caused the woman to struggle, because she had vaguely heard the men's conversation the day before, something like "packing it tomorrow." The woman screamed with all her might, but Zhang Qiang didn't give her a chance. He covered her face with the towel, being very careful with his strength; he only intended to knock her unconscious, as too much force would have been ineffective.It could easily lead to someone's death. Soon, after a final, feeble struggle, the woman stopped struggling. Zhang Qiang removed his hand, slapped the woman's face a few times, but there was no reaction. Zhang Qiang went back to the living room, put the towel and the ether bottle in a plastic bag, lit a cigarette, and watched to see how Li Gang was doing with his work. On the coffee table in the living room was a stack of 100-yuan bills, a gold necklace, and two rings. Li Gang was rummaging through a drawer in the living room when he saw Zhang Qiang come out of the house. He waved a red bankbook in his hand at Zhang Qiang: "ICBC, over 8,000 yuan." Zhang Qiang's face was expressionless: "Put it back. Taking the bankbook is useless. Even if they find out the password, it's too dangerous to withdraw it. It's too much trouble. The things on this table add up to 4,000 or 5,000 yuan. I think that's enough." Just then, the water in the kitchen boiled. Zhang Qiang put out his cigarette, carried the water out of the kitchen, poured it into a basin of cold water he had prepared, tested the water temperature, took out a disposable razor and a bottle of hair gel from the plastic bag he had bought yesterday, and went into the bedroom after telling Li Gang to come in and help him. The two men untied the ropes binding the woman and removed the stockings from her mouth. They soaked a pillowcase from the bed and began wiping her body, especially her groin area, which was a mess after being raped by the two men for two days. After doing this, Zhang Qiang applied gel to the woman's armpits and genitals, and carefully shaved off her armpit and pubic hair with a razor. After cleaning her, the two men used cotton rope they had bought to tie the woman up again in a four-horse harness. Zhang Qiang stuffed two packs of sanitary napkins into the stockings used to gag her. These were perfect for gagging, preventing her from suffocating while minimizing any screams. The sanitary napkins were stuffed into the woman's mouth, still tied at the back of her head, but this time Zhang Qiang wrapped them three times with medical bandage and secured them with tape. He didn't want the obstruction to be pushed out by the woman's tongue during transport. Li Gang covered the woman's head with her underwear, then put a long stocking he found in the closet over her head, and wrapped tape around her neck several times so that she wouldn't be able to see anything even if she woke up. Zhang Qiang tore the stockings off the woman's toes and tied her big toes together with a rubber band. After doing all this, the two of them used the cleaning cloth Zhang Qiang had bought the day before to clean the monitor and started wiping down everything they had touched in the room. They also threw the sheets and other items on the bed into a garbage bag, and finally put the woman in a sack. After they got dressed, Li Gang asked Zhang Qiang, "How do we get there? The car isn't here. You told me not to drive it over here the day before yesterday, so I parked it on the outskirts of the city." "Don't worry, this woman drives a taxi. I parked her car in the opposite apartment complex when I came back the day before yesterday. Wait for me upstairs, and come downstairs in 15 minutes with your things. Don't forget to wipe the doorknob." After saying this, Zhang Qiang picked up his bag, opened the door, and went downstairs. It was already past 10 a.m., and most people had already gone to work, making the neighborhood quite deserted. Zhang Qiang walked straight out of the neighborhood. Less than 10 minutes later, he drove the woman's car back into the neighborhood and backed it directly to the building entrance.He went to Zone 1 and Zone 2, then looked around. A few minutes later, Li Gang came out carrying a sack and a large bag. He put the large bag directly into the trunk, placed the sack containing the woman between the two rows of seats, sat in the back, closed the door, and the car immediately sped away from the residential area. Twenty minutes later, the car was already on the outer ring road of M City. Guided by Li Gang, Zhang Qiang drove into an abandoned brick factory. In a warehouse, a white van was quietly parked. The two of them... They got out of the car, loaded the items from the taxi into the van, and after everything was loaded, Zhang Qiang wiped the entire interior of the van with a cleaning cloth. He then wiped the keys and tossed them on the driver's seat. He covered the taxi with a tarpaulin, and the two men got into the van and left the brick factory. They drove directly to N City, needing to sell the "goods" first for safety. "Feng Daye," as they called him, was the recipient. What did "Feng Daye" do? He was originally a laid-off worker from a machinery factory. With nothing to do, he opened a machine processing plant on the outskirts of N City. Actually, his small factory didn't make much money; he mainly used it for his sex trade. This sex trade involved contacting buyers, mostly single men in their thirties from remote mountainous areas, men who might never leave the mountains. These men would spend money to buy wives from outside. But don't assume they were all young women; many wanted women with good physiques and the ability to bear children. So Zhang Qiang and his accomplices kidnapped middle-aged women from outside and sold them to "Feng Daye," who then... They had already hauled the sacks to remote mountainous areas to sell to those people. It was already past 3 PM when they arrived at "Feng Daye's" factory. "Feng Daye" was sitting alone in the house reading a newspaper when he heard the car and came out. Seeing it was Zhang Qiang and his group, "Feng Daye" didn't say anything. He walked to the gate, looked around, then closed it and said to the two men, "Let's talk inside." Li Gang, carrying the sacks, followed Zhang Qiang into the house. The house was messy, filled with parts and lathes. "Feng Daye" pointed to the inner room: "Put it in there." "The inner room is different from the outer room. The inner room is fairly clean, with little furniture, only a large bed that can sleep three people at once. A cotton quilt is rolled up at the foot of the bed, somewhat out of place for this time of year. There's a pillow, a towel blanket, and another pillow filled with sand—it's really no different from a sandbag. On either side of the headboard and footboard are three rope loops made of leather straps, tucked under the sheets; you wouldn't notice them unless you looked closely. Li Gang wasn't surprised; he knew why the bed was so big. For deliverymen like 'Big Eye Feng,' he usually kept the 'goods' for a day or two, letting himself have them first..." "Inspect the goods," Li Gang said before sending it out. He noticed that a patch of the bed sheet was a different color in the middle. Heaven knows how many middle-aged women had been bound to this bed, raped and abused in various ways by a stranger in this secluded courtyard hut, unnoticed from the outside, before being sold to remote mountain areas in utter terror and pain. Li Gang put the sack on the bed and went out of the inner room. In the outer room, Zhang Qiang was talking to "Big Eyes Feng." "Brother Eyes, I kept my word, didn't I? I said I could get it today, and I definitely will. But shouldn't the price be raised a bit?" "Big Eyes Feng" looked up at Zhang Qiang and chuckled softly: "Brother, you've been doing this for a while now, and it's always been this price." "That was before. Things are different now. Let me suggest a deal: 50/50 for the person, 40/60 for the goods, how about that?" Zhang Qiang knew that "Big Eyes Feng" would sell each woman for 8,000 yuan, and the better ones for around 10,000 yuan. Even after deducting travel expenses and other costs, based on the old 40/60 split, he could still net 2,000 yuan. He could get no less than five "goods" a month from different suppliers. So, without taking any risks, this old man could make nearly 10,000 yuan a month, something Zhang Qiang hadn't been used to for a long time. "Big Eyes Feng" lowered his head and remained silent, clearly considering. After a few minutes, he threw away his cigarette and said to Zhang Qiang, "Okay, less is less, but there's one thing only you two brothers know. For others, I'll still charge the same price." Zhang Qiang nodded, signaling Li Gang to hand over the gold items they'd found in the women's homes to "Big Eyes Feng." Previously, "Big Eyes Feng" would find buyers, exchange them for money, and then split the profits with them. "I'm taking the car. I might have to go back to my old ways to earn some money for a while; I'll need it later," Zhang Qiang said to "Big Eyes Feng." Feng Daye nodded. Zhang and Li walked to the back of the yard, where a Dongfeng truck was parked under a canvas. Feng Daye followed behind them, smoking. "I heard Lao Wu is finished?" Feng Daye suddenly asked. “Hmm,” Zhang Qiang replied, lifting the canvas over the truck. “He got himself into this mess, there’s nothing he can do.” Li Gang chimed in, “If it weren’t for that stinking female director, he’d still be fine. Now look what happened, he got that woman under his body for two days and lost his life.” Feng Daye glanced at Zhang Qiang: “With him gone, you can get a bigger share.” Zhang Qiang finished tidying up the driver’s seat and got in: “You better keep an eye on things too. Don’t keep the goods for too long. Once you’re satisfied, sell them quickly. This woman is divorced, quite plump, she can handle a lot. She’s probably just past her period, so she’s pretty clean down there. My brother and I won’t be coming here often these days, we’re a bit busy. If you want the goods, call me, call that out-of-town number.” Feng Daye nodded. Zhang Qiang started the car. Li Gang drove the white van out of the yard first, and Zhang Qiang followed. Once they reached the highway, Zhang Qiang turned to look at Feng Daye's small courtyard: the gate was tightly closed, and the curtains in the room where the women had been kept were now drawn. It seemed Feng Daye had already begun the "inspection" process. "Whatever," Zhang Qiang thought. "The most important thing now is to make more money and run to Northeast China to continue my business. I know there are many women in Northeast China who suit my taste, and the demand for them is considerable in many places there." Just then, his phone rang. Zhang Qiang picked it up and saw it was Feng Daye. He answered the call. On the other end of the phone, faint moans of a woman could be heard. Feng Daye, slightly out of breath, said to Zhang Qiang, "There's something I forgot to tell you both. Someone wants two women at the same time. The criteria are: 40 to 45 years old, plump, and at least 170cm tall. You know that, right? You like those big-breasted, big-butt women. Most importantly, he has two requirements: long hair and both must be from the city." "Both must be from the city, and with those standards? How can I get them for you so quickly?" "Don't worry, this..." The man was wealthy. He didn't contact me directly; he had his men find Xu Dajiao. Xu Dajiao was a womanizer, but he wouldn't do something as dangerous as kidnapping. He said he wasn't in a hurry and would let him know when he found her. He was willing to pay 50,000 for each woman. Zhang Qiang was overjoyed. He'd never seen anyone willing to pay so much for women before, but he suppressed his excitement and calmly told Feng Daye, "Okay, I got it. Don't give it to anyone else. I'll get back to you as soon as possible." He hung up and began planning his next move. The closest city was M. They usually wouldn't target anyone in N City; it would be fatal. It seemed he'd have to go back to M City to settle this.

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