The Lament of a Mature Woman (Short Story [Incomplete])

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The Lament of a Mature Woman

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 12830 words

May 11, 2002, M City, S Province.

Summer was slowly approaching in M City, and it was getting hot. A morning rain had slightly alleviated
the heat , but the afternoon sun added to the humid atmosphere.

1:30 PM, M City Railway Station.

At this time, there were practically no trains arriving or departing from M Station, 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 going on a long trip. This man was Zhang Qiang. He had
fled D Province two months earlier. He had originally been with Li Gang, but they had gotten
separated after encountering a police patrol. They contacted each other by phone and decided to meet in M City.

Zhang Qiang strolled to the station square and casually found a seat. He looked up at the
clock in front of the station: 1:42, then turned to look at the taxi stand in front of the station. Thinking the timing was wrong,
only a dozen or so cars were haphazardly parked at the taxi stand, the drivers huddled together chatting and playing cards.

It was still early; he'd have to wait a while. Zhang Qiang took out a cigarette, lit it, and sat down to smoke, his mind
racing.

He'd been on the run for almost two months, his money nearly gone, and he'd almost been
caught by . It was time to find a way to get some money and find a safe place to stay for a few days.
He'd 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, then decide
what to do next when Li Gang arrived.

Time ticked by, and the clock slowly reached 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 taxi 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 vehicles.

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.

Holding his change and cigarettes, he returned to the stand, walked straight to the car, quickly
opened the door and got into the passenger seat.

The driver was a plump middle-aged woman around 40 years old, with long, curly hair permed to a yellow hue,
wearing 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.

"It'll cost 240 yuan in Anxiang, and more if we take the highway." "I know, 240 yuan it is if we don't take the highway."

After agreeing on the price, the woman started the car, and it drove away from the stop.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Qiang felt a surge of secret joy. No one had noticed them; it seemed he was halfway there.

Less than 20 minutes later, 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 was driving smoothly on the national highway when Zhang Qiang suddenly 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, somewhat annoyed, and said,
"Going back will cost extra money, and it's 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 turn

back a bit. I'll give you extra money when we get there." The woman reluctantly hummed in agreement and turned the car around at the gap ahead.

Zhang Qiang cursed inwardly, "You bitch, you've got your comeuppance 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 some bushes where the woman couldn't see him, took out a towel and a bottle of ether from his pocket,
poured the ether onto 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, and used a towel
to tightly cover her mouth and nose with the other, pressing his entire weight onto her while his thighs clamped tightly around her
legs.

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, her hands tearing at Zhang Qiang's back. 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 merely loosened his grip, maintaining the position for
several seconds 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 climbed into the back himself.

The woman slightly opened her eyes, the whites of her eyes barely 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 binding her, 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 her crotch, and through her pants, he felt...
A soft spot.

It wasn't the right time yet, Zhang Qiang told himself. He positioned the front seat, stuffed the woman
into 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
a piece of meat in other people's mouths.

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 the
faded . Zhang Qiang parked the car behind a tree next to 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 , entering the adjacent building's apartment building.

"Thump, thump, thump," Zhang Qiang rushed up to the sixth floor. Panting, he put down the sack and used
a large bunch of keys connected to his car keys to open the door.

A few minutes later, after trying more than a dozen keys, Zhang Qiang opened the security door and the wooden door, carrying the sack inside
.

Soon after, Zhang Qiang came out again, locked the door, went downstairs, and quickly 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. He'd 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 rest of his water, 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 tinged with satisfaction and contempt. He tossed his underwear
and stockings onto the bed, then went to the window, drew the curtains, and locked the inner room door behind him.

The next afternoon, around 3 PM, 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 went straight up to the sixth floor, stopped at the door of an apartment, and tentatively knocked a few times before
peering through the peephole.

There seemed to be movement inside; the man hesitated slightly at the door, presumably peering
through .

"Click," the door opened softly, and the man quickly entered, locking the door

behind him. Zhang Qiang, wearing only his underwear and holding a cigarette, didn't say anything to the man who entered. Instead, he returned 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 the room let out a long sigh. Like Zhang Qiang, he was carrying a large bag. He
put on the ground, 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 two 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 loves this kind of thing. And what happened?" "Well, it's all because of that stinky bitch of a
police chief surnamed Zhao he messed with last time. The police won'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 anymore and gave up.

" Zhang Qiang didn't say anything, smoking and thinking with his head down. After a while, he looked up at Li Gang and said, "

Gangzi, we can't stay here for long. I contacted Feng Daye a couple of days ago. He still
needs the goods. We'll ship the goods first, get the money from him, and go directly to N City. It's chaotic there, the police
won't be ." "Ship 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 supposed to find a suitable place? If I'd known this would happen, I should have done a couple of heists to have
some fun and make some money, then taken a break. It's not like we don't have regular jobs. It's just that Lao Wu was never satisfied and
went too far, 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. So, have you taken care of it?" "She's inside, come in and take a look."

The two pushed open the door to the inner room one after the other.

On the floor were scattered a woman's clothes, shoes, underwear, and bra. The curtains were tightly
drawn , making the room dimly lit. On the large bed, a quilt was spread out and covered a person, with only two
stockinged feet visible. 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; her 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 ends of a clothesline with cable ties. Her round buttocks were propped up by a
pillow , and her thick, dark pubic hair was stuck to her inner thighs. There was a large yellow stain on the pillow,
and her thick labia were swollen and red, clearly having been vigorously rubbed. The woman looked to be in pain and had already
fainted. Judging from the mess on the bed, she had definitely struggled and resisted 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 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
was playing with her crotch with one hand and kneading her breasts with the other. Soon, Li Gang's 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, his erect penis pressing against her buttocks.

"Waaaaah!" the woman began to scream loudly, but her mouth was gagged with a golf ball, and she could only make
indistinct sounds that were difficult to hear from outside. She tried to twist her hips to shake off the man on top of her, but
her legs were tied to a clothesline, and her lower body was completely out of her control.

Li Gang untied the woman's stockings behind her head and took the golf ball out of her mouth.
The woman, who had been deprived of the right to scream and speak for a long time, couldn't wait to say to Zhang Qiang: "B-brother, I beg you, spare
me, I'll... waaaaah..." Before the woman could continue speaking, Li Gang covered her mouth with his hand and
simultaneously wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Like Zhang Qiang, Li Gang enjoyed gagging middle-aged women with
stockings , reveling in the pleasure of their helpless cries and moans
.

Li Gang pressed his full weight onto the woman, whispering in her ear as if in a trance:
"Shh, shh, don't shout, be quiet, be quiet." The terrified woman stopped struggling and shouting,
panting as she turned her head, her eyes wide as she watched what Li Gang was about to do.

Li Gang continued whispering in her ear: "It's okay, sister, I'll save you in a bit, it's okay, sister, don't move
, hey, don't move, yes, that's right, how old are you this year, how old are your children?" "Ugh!!!"

Li Gang suddenly thrust forward.

"Ugh...!" The intense stimulation nearly made the unprepared woman faint. Her eyes
were wide open , 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 [full text] inserted into the woman's vagina.

"Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." The woman, who had been pinned down and raped by Zhang Qiang all night, 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 had been no prior play, the woman's vagina wasn't very wet. It needed to be slowly lubricated and dried to feel
comfortable, but this process was extremely painful for the woman.

Zhang Qiang stood there watching Li Gang thrust in and out of the woman. The woman's stockinged legs
kicked rhythmically with Li Gang's movements, which was the woman's last way to relieve the pain. And with each entry by Li Gang, the woman
would let out a painful groan.

"Cover yourselves in the blanket while you play. There are people living on the fourth floor, so don't let anyone hear you." Zhang Qiang watched as Li Gang
covered both him and the woman with the blanket, then left the inner room and closed the door behind him. After getting dressed, he took a piece of
paper he had written down yesterday, listing the things he needed, and went out.

An hour and a half later, Zhang Qiang returned. He put a plastic bag full of a bunch of things into the kitchen and then
opened the door to the inner room.

Li Gang was still busy on the bed. Zhang Qiang lifted the blanket and saw Li Gang on top of the woman. The woman was covered in
sweat, and her mouth was gagged with a stocking. She seemed too weak to scream, only making "hmph" sounds.

Suddenly, the woman's right foot came off the clothesline, and she kicked Li Gang's back hard with her heel.

"You 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 foot down with his knee. Li Gang began to thrust rapidly and then tightly
covered the woman's mouth with his hand.

Three or four minutes later, 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 series of thrusts, ejaculated inside the woman's vagina.

Zhang Qiang released the woman's legs and said to Li Gang, "Alright, that's enough. Come out and rest for a bit. We can
discuss ." Li Gang left the woman's body with satisfaction: "It's been a long time since I've tasted a mature woman's flavor. It's just
a little loose down there, but there's plenty of water, look." As he spoke, Li Gang lifted the blanket. On the bed, a large wet patch was visible between the woman's
legs .

Li Gang leaned closer to the woman and said with a lewd grin, "How's it going, sister? You've already peed, haven't you? Always
holding back like this, you'd suffer less if you just let it out earlier." As he spoke, 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 scream, let alone run. She couldn't
understand why these two men, almost ten years her junior, 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
for a while; she even suspected she was having a nightmare, and that if she fell asleep and woke up, it would all be over. 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 she was in her home. She tried to move...
She found herself bound hand and foot behind her back, every joint in her body aching, a hand roaming between her thighs.

"Ah, a bad guy has broken in!" the woman tried to scream, but found her mouth gagged,
only able to make weak "ooh" sounds.

She looked up and saw herself in the wardrobe mirror: completely naked except for
socks bound and gagged, on his lap, one hand
fondling her crotch, the other kneading her breasts.

"Ooh ooh ooh," the woman screamed 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'd been knocked unconscious on
the way . Looking at the man in the mirror, she recognized him—it was the taxi driver. Everything became clear. The woman let out a wail, unable to comprehend why misfortune had befallen her, a woman

nearing 40 . 　　Despite the woman's struggles, the man didn't stop. He continued his : fiddling with her genitals, kneading her breasts, tickling her soles, and pulling her armpit and pubic hair. 　　Soon, the woman's face was flushed, and she was panting heavily. The man stopped and said to her, "I'm taking that stuff 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 stuff was removed from her mouth. 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. 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 did you get a man? The child went with your ex- husband. Trying to fool me, huh!" 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 finger was immediately inserted into the woman's vagina. 　　"Ah, oh dear, take it out quickly, please, brother!" The woman hurriedly wiggled her hips. "Shout, if you shout again I'll smother you. From now on, I'll ask you questions, you answer, no loud talking, understand?" The man said fiercely. The woman hurriedly nodded, and the man pulled his finger out of her vagina. 　　"How old are you this year?" "39." "How tall?" "169." "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, and the man then inserted his finger into her vagina again. 　　"Ah! Last month!" "With whom?" "The office manager of the taxi company." The man pulled his finger out : "Do you want to do things 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, I'll give you money." The man calmly rubbed her feet while saying, "Let me put it this way, I just came out of town and I'm short of women. I tied you up just to have your body. I only like playing with older women. I'll do this to you a few times and then leave. Don't be afraid." "Please, brother, my child is already in high school. Please, sister, don't do this to me. I'll give you money, I'll give you as much as you want." The woman begged. 　　The man thought for a moment: "Okay, I can not do anything down there, but you have to use your mouth to relieve my heat. I also want to taste what your down there tastes like." Saying this, the man laid the woman flat on his stomach and then lay down, with the woman's crotch directly facing the man's face, and in front of the woman was the man's enormous penis. 　　The woman only heard the man say, "I'm only giving you 15 minutes. Don't blame me when the time is up, lady, then it won't be your turn." As soon as he finished speaking, the woman felt something wet begin to move between her thighs. 　　Good heavens, the woman realized it was the man's tongue licking her genitals, but she couldn't care less now. To avoid being raped, the woman began to "work" with the man's penis in 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, the woman 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, laid the woman face down on the bed, and the woman lay there panting heavily 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 continue, I'll...!" "Too late, sister. Don't blame me, accept your fate." The man then took a ball wrapped in a stocking, the ball in the middle of the stocking. 　　The woman understood the man's intention. She 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 stuffed into the woman's mouth, completely gagging her. She could no longer scream. The two ends of the stocking were tied in a tight knot behind her head. 　　The man unfolded a blanket that had been placed beside him and covered both of them with it. The woman understood ; no matter what, the man was going to rape her. To prevent the neighbors from hearing her screams, he had even prepared a blanket to cover her during the rape. 　　Under the dark, stuffy blankets, the man pressed tightly against the woman from behind. The woman made a final resistance when suddenly , something like a burning stick was thrust into her lower body. 　　"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" The excruciating pain almost made her faint. The man leaned over and pinned her down, his hands reaching around to her chest, each hand grasping a breast. "Silly old woman," he said, "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 great body—big breasts, big butt, and big feet. And you're the perfect age—the perfect time to pin you down on the bed and fuck you to death . Who else should I do it to? I've already opened your cunt up; you're bound to feel uncomfortable doing this. I have no choice but to behave."

"I'll make you suffer less. You're not a virgin anymore. Just grit your teeth and get through it." With that, the man took
half of stockinged foot into his mouth and began thrusting vigorously.

Ten minutes passed, then twenty. The woman's initial screams and struggles were now
replaced by cries of shame and the throbbing pain of rape. Finally, under the man's relentless assault, her
anus completely gave way. The woman felt a spasm in her vagina, and then a gush of pent-up fluid gushed
out .

The man noticed this and, panting, said, "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." With that, the man took the woman's other stockinged foot into his mouth and continued
thrusting .

The woman didn't get to release again. She knew from the way the man raped her that he did
this often; she couldn't escape the fate of being raped and impregnated. Overwhelmed with anger and despair, the woman fainted.

When the woman awoke again, she found herself still under the covers, and of course, not only
the covers but also the man. She tried to move, discovering she was still bound, though her legs were now
separated from her hands and legs were tied to opposite ends of the bed, preventing her from closing her thighs.

The man had changed his method of rape; instead of the initial violent assault, he was now slowly enjoying
the middle-aged woman beneath him, savoring the tightness of her vaginal muscles. The woman suddenly thought of a word
to describe herself: "ripe meat!" Yes, for the lecherous man, the woman's plump, juicy buttocks were
the perfect dinner and midnight snack.

The torment of the night caused the woman to faint 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. Little did she know that when she opened her eyes again,
she would be facing two demons.

The woman had lost all desire to escape; she only hoped the men would leave her home after satisfying their 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 their 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 .

Zhang Qiang wasn't idle either; he took the bottle of ether and a towel into the bedroom. The woman on the bed was already
awake , clearly disturbed by the noise the two men were making in the outer room. The woman looked terrified, not knowing
what the two men were going to do next.

Zhang Qiang didn't speak to the woman. Instead, he opened the bottle and poured the liquid inside onto a towel. This
immediately caused the woman to struggle, because she had vaguely overheard the man's conversation the day before,
something like "pack 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 could be
fatal.

Soon, after a final twitch, the woman stopped struggling. Zhang Qiang removed his hand, slapped
the woman , but there was no response. He 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.

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 you get the password, it's too dangerous to remove 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 all this, Zhang Qiang applied gel to the woman's armpits and
genitals, and then carefully shaved off her armpit and pubic hair with a razor.

After cleaning her up, the two men used cotton rope they had bought to tie the woman up again in a four-horse style.
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 wipe down everything
they had touched in the room, and threw all the sheets and other items on the bed into a garbage bag. Finally, they put
the woman .

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. Come downstairs in 15 minutes with your things, and don't forget to
wipe the doorknob." With that, Zhang Qiang picked up his bag, opened the door, and went downstairs. It was already past 10 a.m. here.
Most people had already gone to work, and the neighborhood was 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, backed it up to the building entrance,
and looked around. A few minutes later, Li Gang came out carrying a sack and a large bag. He put
the large bag in the trunk, placed the sack containing the woman between the two rows of seats, sat in
the back, closed the door, and the car sped away from the neighborhood.

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 got out of the car and loaded the things from the taxi into the van.
After loading everything, Zhang Qiang wiped all the places in the car with a cleaning cloth, wiped the keys and threw them on the driver's seat, then covered the taxi with
a tarpaulin. The two got into the van and left the brick factory.

The two drove directly to N City, wanting to sell the "goods" first for safety. The "Feng Daye" they mentioned

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 who might never leave the mountains. These men would 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 would kidnap
middle-aged women from outside and sell them to "Feng Daye," who would then transport them to the remote mountains to sell to those men.

They arrived at "Feng Daye's" factory after 3 PM. "Feng Daye" was sitting alone
in the house reading a newspaper when he heard the car and came out.

Seeing that it was Zhang Qiang and his group, "Big-Eyed Feng" didn't say anything. He walked to the gate of the courtyard, looked around, then
closed the gate and said to the two men, "Let's talk inside." Li Gang carried the sack and followed Zhang Qiang into the house.
The house was very messy, filled with parts and lathes. "Big-Eyed Feng" pointed to the inner room and said, "Put it in there."

"The inner room is different from the outer room. The inner room is relatively clean, with little furniture, only a
large bed that can sleep three people at the same time. A cotton quilt is rolled up at the foot of the bed, which seems out of place for this time of year .
There is a pillow, a towel blanket, and another pillow filled with sand, which is no different from a sandbag. On both sides of
the headboard and footboard, there are three rope loops made of leather straps, all tucked under the sheets, which are not noticeable unless you look closely
.

Li Gang didn't find it strange. He knew why the bed was so big. For receivers like 'Big Eye Feng,' he
usually kept the 'goods' for a day or two to 'inspect' them before sending them out. Li Gang
noticed that a patch of the sheet in the middle was a different color. Heaven knows how many middle-aged women were
bound on this bed, in this small, secluded courtyard that no one outside would notice, raped and abused in various ways by a stranger
in , and then sold to remote mountainous areas.

Li Gang put the sack on the bed and walked out of the inner room." Inside the room outside, Zhang Qiang was

talking to "Big Eyes Feng. "

"Brother Eyes, I kept my word,
did
n't I? I said I could get it today, and I definitely will. But shouldn't the price be a little higher?" "Big Eyes Feng" looked up at Zhang Qiang and chuckled softly. "Brother, you've been doing this for a while now, and the price has always been the same." "That was before. Things are different now. I'll suggest something to see
if you can agree to: 50/50 for the women, 40/60 for the goods." Zhang Qiang knew "Big Eyes Feng" would
sell each woman for 8,000 yuan, and for better ones, around 10,000. 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 fewer than five "goods "
a month from different suppliers. So, without taking any risks, this old guy 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 his options. After a few minutes, he threw away his cigarette and said to Zhang Qiang, "Fine, less profit is fine, but there's one thing only you two brothers should know: for others, I 'll still charge the same price. 　　" Zhang Qiang nodded, gesturing for Li Gang to hand over the gold jewelry they'd found at the woman's house to "Big Eyes Feng." Previously , "Big Eyes Feng" would find buyers, exchange it for money, and then split the profits with them. 　　"I'm taking the truck. I might have to go back to my old ways to earn some money for a while; I'll need it later," Zhang Qiang 　　"Big Eyes Feng" nodded. Zhang and Li walked to the back of the yard, where a Dongfeng truck was parked under a canvas tarpaulin. " Big Eyes Feng followed behind, smoking a cigarette. 　　"I heard about Old Five [the whole story]?" Big Eyes Feng 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 , he's had that woman under his body for two days and lost his life." Feng Dayan 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 should also be careful. Don't keep the goods for too long. Once you're satisfied, sell them quickly. This woman is divorced, quite plump, she can withstand a few more rounds. She's probably just past her period, her genitals are quite clean. 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, and Li Gang drove the white van out of the yard first, with Zhang Qiang following behind. Once the car reached the highway, Zhang Qiang turned to look at Feng Daye's small yard: 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 current business. I know there are many women in Northeast China who suit my taste, and the demand for these ."

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 what I mean, you like big-breasted, big-butt
women. Most importantly, he has two requirements: long hair and they must be from the city.

" "Both from the city, and meeting these standards? How am I supposed to get them for you so quickly?" "Don't worry, this guy
is rich. He didn't contact me directly; he had his men find Xu Dajiao. That guy likes to rape
middle-aged women, but he doesn't do dangerous things like kidnapping. He said he's not in a hurry, just let
him know when he finds one. He's 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 said to Feng Daye:
"Okay, got it. I'll take this job. Don't give it to anyone else. I'll keep you informed."

With that, Zhang Qiang hung up the phone. He began planning his next move. The closest 　　city was M.
They usually wouldn't target anyone in N City; that would be fatal. It seemed
he'd have to go back to M City to settle this matter.

**************** ... 　　********** ... > A very good article, it's a pity it's not [full version]. Just supporting it. The eroticism is good, but the taste is a bit heavy. I hope the prey in the sequel will be younger women. Middle-aged women are a bit too much. I pressed [full version], looking forward to more updates. Let's see if the director's woman is going to have a tragedy. It has violence and sex, and it's about voluptuous women. I really like this kind of article. The writing is excellent and it's a hunting story. Although it's an old one, it's worth reading . Thank you for the red heart. I read it from beginning to end, not missing a single word. I enjoyed it and look forward to the updates.

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