Corpse carrier

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-11 09:27:31

Lai Zi lay lazily on the bluestone slab in front of the door,
basking in the sun . He felt quite content because the village head had told him he would be carrying corpses to the execution ground early the next morning, meaning he
wouldn't have to scavenge for leftovers for at least a few days.

Lai Zi wasn't originally leprosy; he came from a well-off family, never lacking food or drink. He married a beautiful wife at fifteen.
If it weren't for a shell landing in his yard during the war, he could have been the wealthiest
man . Unfortunately, that shell destroyed his old house, killed his parents and wife, leaving him all
alone, and his life was never the same again.

He had been literate since childhood, but his father wanted him to make a name for himself, so he didn't know how to farm, work, or do
any kind of work. No one would hire him, and he could only barely survive by scavenging leftovers.

At first, the townspeople would click their tongues and sigh when they saw him, but gradually, no one paid him any attention.
The children showed him no respect, calling him "the leper." Later, even the adults started calling him "the leper." After being
called that so many times, he himself forgot his own name and stopped wanting to talk to people. Even
when begging for food, he would just hold out his bowl without bothering to speak.

He didn't know when he started this job of carrying corpses. Apparently, in a valley five miles west of the town, was
an execution ground used since the Republic of China era, where death row inmates were executed every year. Here, families weren't allowed to
collect the bodies of those who committed murder. Instead, they would hire a few people to carry the corpses to the top of a nearby hill and throw them into a deep ditch behind it.
At that time, the leper had no food and no one would hire him. Coincidentally, the village headman sent him to carry out an execution.

That time, he and others carried a bloodied corpse up the mountain. They were paid two cents per corpse; one cent
could buy several liters of corn. Normally, no one wanted to do this kind of work, but
the village head had forced him to do it. But Lai Zi thought it was a good job, so he begged the village head to let him take the job. There was
plenty of , and the hill wasn't too high; carrying a corpse up by himself wouldn't be difficult, and he could earn two
cents—why not? From then on, he became a professional corpse carrier in the area. Since the misfortune that befell his family, he hadn't smiled for over twenty years. Only half a year ago, a primary school opened at the Wu family ancestral hall below

his thatched hut . A young woman from outside led a group of children of all ages to study there. The sound of their reading broke the loneliness of his life and gradually brightened his mood. 　　The primary school teacher was a young woman of about twenty-two or twenty-three, always impeccably dressed. At first, he couldn't see her clearly because she was too far away. One day, he went out and passed by the ancestral hall on his way back. Just then, the young woman came out of school with her child, and they caught a glimpse of each other. Good heavens, the young woman and his deceased wife looked like they were cut from the same mold. He stood there for a long time, unable to move. 　　The young woman, however, was quite generous and greeted him first: "Uncle, is there anything you need? Did you want to see me?" "Ah, ah, no, no. The children read so well, I'm just listening." "Then come in and listen tomorrow." "Oh no, thank you, I still have to go out and make a living." "Oh, then come and sit down sometime." "Okay , okay." 　　After returning home, the man was so moved that tears streamed down his face. It wasn't because she resembled his former wife, but because since his family had died, no one had ever been so polite to him. From then on, lying on the bluestone slab watching the girl lead the children in morning exercises became a great joy in his life. 　　With her around, life was like honey; even if he didn't eat for a day, he wouldn't feel hungry. Recently, the primary school had been closed for half a month, and the female teacher had disappeared. Where had she gone? Would she come back? He told himself, soon, she would be back soon. 　　In the early morning, just as dawn was breaking, Lai Zi got up and headed to the execution ground. He had a special waist tag that allowed him to enter and exit the execution ground. As soon as he reached the pass of Fa Yang, he saw two cars with lights on their roofs and iron bars on their windows, and a motorcycle with a sidecar parked by the roadside. Two policemen were standing there. He was delighted because today he didn't see any fully armed soldiers, which meant that today was a secret execution by the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics. 　　Lai Zi had never witnessed a killing firsthand, but he'd heard from the police in charge of the execution ground that normally, to kill a prisoner, they'd force him to kneel on the ground with his hands tied behind his back. Soldiers would stand a dozen paces away with long guns and fire volleys of bullets, leaving the prisoner riddled with holes and a bloody mess 　　; it was too painful to even carry him. But the Secret Service killed prisoners by tying them up behind their backs and pressing them face down. If it was a male prisoner, two gunmen would kneel on his lower back, immobilizing him. One gunman would grab his hair with one hand, forcing him to slightly raise his head, while the other held a pistol to the back of his neck and fired, ensuring a single shot was enough and minimal bleeding. If it was a female prisoner, the executioner simply needed to hold her lower back. 　　Don't think killing with a gun is easy. If it weren't for the years of training the Secret Service personnel received, making them ruthless killers , it would be impossible for an ordinary person to kill someone like a chicken, shooting them over the head. The Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (BIS) killed people with little blood loss, so after carrying the corpses back, Lai Zi didn't have to go through the trouble of washing his tattered shoulder pads and carrying frame. 　　Lai Zi didn't know why these people were executed, nor why the BIS specialized in killing; he only knew that there were people killing here, so he could earn money, avoid scavenging leftovers, and stop begging and having to be subservient to . 　　He knew the rules: he couldn't go in until the executioner came out, so he had to wait patiently. Usually , he would hear a gunshot within the time it takes to smoke two pipes of cigarettes, but today the killings took longer than usual, and he didn't hear the first shot until the sun was high in the sky . He silently counted: "One shot, two shots, three shots, four shots." Because he knew that almost every gunshot meant a corpse, and for Lai Zi, that meant two cents in his pocket. 　　In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, a dozen or so men in top hats emerged from the ravine and got into their cars. Just as they Lai Zi was called over. "Are you carrying corpses?" "Yes." "There are four inside. You can do whatever you want!" He gestured towards the ravine , then pulled out a few small bills and handed them over. 　　Lai Zi reached out to take them, but the man suddenly pulled his hand back, his expression turning frightening: "However,"

"Don't tell anyone what's going on here, or I'll have someone come and carry you, understand?" "
No, no." Lai Zi nodded hurriedly like a chicken pecking at rice. Lai Zi didn't have many friends, and even without being told
, he would never tell anyone.

The car drove away, and the two policemen also rode away on their motorcycles. Lai Zi, having received the money, picked up the carrying frame, threw
his shawl over his shoulder, and sang as he walked into the ravine. When he arrived at the place where each murder had taken place, he saw four large
bamboo mats laid out on the ground, with four corpses lined up in a row, heads facing the hillside, hands tied behind their backs with their hands folded horizontally, their bodies completely
naked, revealing their white flesh. Although their faces were not visible, it was clear from their smooth skin and exquisite body
curves all four were women, and all very young women at that.

Lai Zi had been carrying corpses for many years. During secret executions, it was common practice for executioners to strip prisoners of their
better to sell them for money. However, most of the prisoners were men; women were rare.
Moreover, the executioners only took valuable items like suits, cheongsams, leather shoes, jewelry, and watches. This was the first time they'd stripped off even
the underwear .

The naked woman's body made Lai Zi's heart pound wildly. His lower body had unknowingly become
painfully aroused. Lai Zi understood the meaning behind the man's words. As an old bachelor who had lost his wife years ago,
it was only natural for him to tamper with the female prisoner's corpse while carrying it. After all, they were dead and wouldn't accuse him of rape
. And once the body was thrown into the ravine, all traces would disappear. Even in
a , he, the corpse carrier, would handle the body alone; no one would bother him.

The leper was no gentleman, and someone as poor as him, without even a home, had no
dignity . Like other men, he needed women, but no one treated him like a human being, much less would
marry their daughter to him. So, the executioner's foreman was right; whenever there were women among the executed prisoners,
the leper would never let them go.

On the cliff edge where the corpses were dumped, there was a flat, large rock—that was where the leper would indulge himself on the female corpses. He
would strip the female prisoners naked there, vent his lust, and then throw them off by their feet.
He would take their clothes back, either to sell them or tear them up to use as patches.

The leper didn't pick and choose when he played with female corpses; whether they were middle-aged women in their forties or fifties, or girls as young as ten
, it didn't matter. In reality, he had no right to be picky; besides corpses, who else could he vent his lust on?

Today, these four are quite unusual. From behind, they have slender waists and round buttocks. Except for the small bullet hole
on the back still oozing blood, their bodies are as pink and delicate as if they were made from powder
. They look no more than twenty-five or twenty-six years old, and all from the city. Judging by their short, ear-length hair, are they female students
? I wonder what they look like?

That's how people are; when there's food, they can't finish it even if they're stuffed, and when there's no food, they can't even fill the gaps between their teeth.
On ordinary days, one female prisoner a year is hardly enough to satisfy their thirst, but today there are four at once, which is simply
unbearable . If it weren't for the fact that the corpses couldn't be stored, Lai Zi would have liked to carry them all back to his thatched hut to enjoy them slowly
. Alas, there's no way around it. Even with his great abilities, he has to give up two. However, he wonders which one is the most beautiful.

Lai Zi stood at the feet of the four female corpses, carefully examining each one, trying to find the best one from their backs first. The
outermost one was short, but slender with narrow, tightly pressed buttocks—clearly
a teenage girl. He remembered his own fourteen-year-old wife's figure; she looked exactly like that.

The second one, though fully developed, had wide hips but slender legs with a wide slit in the middle—
likely a young girl who had just finished puberty, her flesh not yet fully filled out. She was probably seventeen or
eighteen .

The third and fourth were fully grown, their wide hips and plump thighs displaying the allure
unique . Looking at them, each of the four had her own charm, making it difficult to choose a favorite. In terms of figure,
the two older girls had the best, but the two younger ones were so tender and delicate, it was hard to resist.

He then turned his attention to their ages and names, because a good name could enhance a woman's beauty.
When ordinary prisoners were executed, they had a death warrant on their backs. Those executed in secret only had a small paper tag tied to their ankles
to verify their identity. He was literate, though far from being a scholar or a high-ranking official, he could still recognize a few characters.

He first pulled up the small foot of the outermost girl. Her feet were smooth and soft, making him want to touch them
. He pulled over the small tag, which read, "Wu Xiaochun, fifteen years old, student~~" He reached out and pinched her
round little buttocks. They were soft and smooth, very comfortable to pinch. As the buttocks were pinched out of shape
, he saw a small, dark anus. "Not bad, really not bad. I wonder how the other one is?"

He then went to the second female corpse. She had the same two tender feet, the same tender flesh. Her name was Zhao Qinglian,
eighteen years old, also a student. This one didn't need her buttocks pinched; because her legs were too thin and didn't close properly, her anus was exposed,
also small and dark. "Good! Good!" "

The third and fourth female corpses were relatively plump, their legs pressed tightly together without any gap,
yet still slender, possessing the true beauty of a pretty woman. Their feet were soft and delicate, and
their buttocks were rounder and shinier than the two young girls', feeling incredibly elastic to the touch. One was named
Xiao Hongying , 24 years old, an office worker, and the other was named Na Li, 22 years old, a primary school teacher. 'Hmm, all four are nice
, but which one should I choose? Let's look at their lower bodies.'

Lai Zi stood up and used his feet to separate the four female corpses' legs, exposing their private parts. With
their legs apart, the private parts of all four women were exposed. Wu Xiaochun's labia were thin and white,
with a few fine, soft hairs. Zhao Qinglian's pubic hair was very thick, covering her entire crotch. Although
it covered her labia, its dark color made it even more attractive."

Xiao Hongying's labia were thicker, dark brown, like a man's testicles, with a few wrinkles, while Na Li
's labia were neither thin nor thick, and white in color. The pubic hair was distributed evenly on the front half of her labia.
Except for Xiao Hongying's labia being slightly parted, revealing her labia minora and the deep opening, the other three...
The women's labia, regardless of thickness, were all tightly closed, clearly indicating they were
virgins .

"Damn it! No wonder killing someone took so long!" Lai Zi cursed jealously in a low voice. He wasn't
cursing the four female corpses—he liked them, he liked them too much—but the executioners from the Secret Service. Whether
young girls or young women, the genitals of all four corpses were wet, covered in a large amount of sticky fluid.
Lai Zi, being experienced, knew exactly what that was. And behind the three young women's vulvas, there was still
a trace of blood.

"I was just messing around with the dead, and these bastards fucked four girls alive. Look at all
that fluid, I wonder how many men fucked one girl. Sigh, if only I knew how to kill, I could kill them alive and have
some fun, instead of having to carry corpses like this."

He was incredibly jealous. He squatted down and carefully examined the four women's genitals: "This one has blood flowing down to her anus ,
she must have been fucked lying down. This one has blood flowing horizontally down to her thigh, she must have been fucked while lying on her side.
This one was also fucked while lying down. Hmm, why does Na Li have blood in both her front and back? It seems she was fucked lying down first, then someone else
fucked her while she was on her stomach." As he made his judgments, he recalled what it looked like back then, and Lai Zi felt all the blood rush to
his head .

"It's my turn." He couldn't hold back any longer and quickly turned over the youngest one, Wu Xiaochun. A large hole had been blown open in the front of her slender
neck , almost severing half of it. Her small, round face was fair and clean,
and her eyes were wide open. Although she had lost her spirit, it was still clear that she had been very beautiful when she was alive. Two tear tracks were still
faintly , running down to behind her ears.

"She must have cried while being fucked by a man. Ugh, stop thinking about it, go to sleep." He told her, then
closed her eyelids, and looked at her body again. Her breasts were white, with small, pointed, pink nipples, very
tempting . However, her breasts were so small they looked like sweet potatoes, impossible to grasp. "Never mind, let's look at another one."

He then turned to Zhao Qinglian. She had an oval face, a straight nose, a small mouth, and long, curved eyes that were also
wide open, filled with tears. Her breasts were the size of teacups, conical in shape, like two white mountains of flesh,
standing proudly on her chest. On her flat stomach was a round, deep navel, and on her high mons pubis, a tuft of black
hair extended down to between her long legs.

"Hmm, this one is not bad, let's start with her." The leper spread her legs as wide as possible, then knelt
between them. His body was already prepared. He quickly tore off the tattered cloth covering his body, revealing a dirty, naked
body. He raised his throbbing, dark, lever-like penis, then parted the girl's
labia with one hand and guided it inside with the other.

"Hmm, still warm." He was excited. He first slowly rubbed his penis, feeling the slippery inside, then
, with renewed vigor, he thrust deep inside. He didn't know how long he had been doing this, but he felt the girl's tight vagina was gripping him so tightly
he was about to ejaculate. "No, I can't finish like this. There are two better ones." Thinking this, he stopped
, forcibly suppressing his urge and pulling out. He knelt there for a long time, enduring the overwhelming urge until it
subsided.

Turning Xiao Hongying over, he saw she had a chubby, round face—the most typical, traditional beauty
. Her breasts were large, like two bowls resting on her chest. Her lower abdomen, her beautiful legs, and the triangular
area where her groin met at an obtuse angle—no man could deny its beauty.

"This one is even better." Lai Zi immediately pounced on her, straddling her and
thrusting . This one's vagina wasn't as tight as Zhao Qinglian's, which was normal; she wasn't a virgin and might have had children. But
her plump body gave Lai Zi a better feeling. Lai Zi frantically thrust for a long time until he was about to ejaculate
, then stopped. He wanted the fourth one.

Turning her over, he saw that her breasts were indeed round and firm, white and tender, topped with two pink nipples
. Her body curves were very smooth, and her pubic hair was just the right amount of thick and thin. "This one is the best!" The leper lifted her
long hair, revealing her face, which had been hidden beneath. He froze. What a beautiful face it was! An oval
face, a pointed chin, round ears, and a pair of beautiful, curved eyes, still filled with tears, as if telling of
her misfortunes.

Yet, it was also such a familiar face! Twenty years ago, he had seen it on his wedding bed
. He had kissed that cold little face, lay on her naked body, and placed all his masculine strength
between her legs. Twenty years later, he saw her again, her smile so gentle, so captivating, giving him renewed
joy in life.

Yes, she was that elementary school teacher, the young woman who looked exactly like Lai Zi's wife,
the woman who used to call Lai Zi "uncle." Like a bucket of cold water poured over him, Lai Zi's burning desire vanished. He knelt there,
stunned , not knowing what had happened. What a wonderful girl she was! Since she arrived, she had never
argued with anyone. Adults liked her, children liked her, and Lai Zi liked her even more. Who had she offended?! Why
kill her?! Why subject her to such humiliation before her death?! Why all this?!

From that day on, no one saw Lai Zi again. It wasn't until months later, when the village head went to the thatched hut to tell him to carry the body
, that they found Lai Zi lying in the haystack, a skeleton, still clutching the eight
cents he had earned that day. Lying on his body was another skeleton, male or female, with two vertebrae of the neck broken into small fragments.

When someone died, the village head had to report it to the authorities. The police came to investigate and said the skeleton belonged to a woman who had
died from a bullet wound to the neck. She was likely a political prisoner executed by the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics (BIS), but the BIS had a higher status than the police, and their
affairs were considered military secrets, so the police had no authority to interfere. The matter was dropped.

From then on, there were no more corpse carriers in the area, and the village head had to go door to door again to find people to carry the bodies.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/21462.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=21462&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : It's fun to play with other people's wives

Next Page : Humanoid fighter

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

Corpse carrier

comment Open a new window to view comments