A Journey of No Return - Rural Life

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Riding in a horse-drawn carriage along the country dirt road, the familiar bumps and the exhaustion from a sleepless night made me want to sleep.

I used to fall asleep easily on moving buses and trains. But before falling asleep, there was one important
thing to do: take off all my clothes, fold them neatly, and put them in the cloth bag on the carriage. As the village
's public sex slave—Tata—I had no personal belongings. Theoretically, my dress, sunglasses, hairpins, underwear, high heels, and even myself were the public property of Xingli Village.
After taking off my clothes, I took out the familiar tin cookie box from the carriage. It was my
favorite blue tin cookies, sent to me by my son. Although most of the cookies were eventually given to my close students and sisters, I kept the box. It was specifically used to store my "jewelry"—those were my clothes in Xingli Village. A pair of bright
silver earrings was given to me by Uncle Guligoli. He liked to graze his horses on the meadows north of the mountain and, incidentally, make love to me on the bumpy saddle. The slight rise and fall of the horse always helped me reach my peak. The left eyebrow piercing is
from Grandpa Baldi. Although he's over sixty, he still makes me suck his hard penis and fuck my pussy every time. Then, in less than three minutes, he either goes soft or ejaculates. I guess you can't deny getting old. The nasal septum ring is from Tikai Xiaowu. His
mother was an oral surgeon, so he gave him a mixed name. He said the idea for the nasal ring reminded him of his
ox. The nasal wing ring is from Dingxi Muxian. The two dimple piercings on the left and right are from the Hill Kaiwu brothers. As twins, they like to have sex with me together, like one of them fucking my throat from the front and the other from the back
. Or they do acrobatic-like things by simultaneously inserting into my front and back. That feeling of two penises penetrating me from both ends through a thin membrane drives me crazy with love. The lower left lip piercing is from Xiwaliyao. The nail on my tongue
came from the village chief. At first, it was just a small, hard silver rod inserted into the middle of my tongue with a needle. Then, every few months he would replace it with a thicker nail. He said that eventually, he would split my tongue vertically
in two all the way to the root, giving me two snake tongues. Each tongue could move independently, and it was said that it would make men more aroused during oral sex. The spiked collar around my neck came from a few bachelors at the north end of the village. Unlike a dog collar, the spikes faced inwards. Every
time I closed the collar, a tiny, half-centimeter-long steel spike would pierce my beautiful, white swan neck.
This isn't boasting; there is indeed a local custom of calling a long, white neck a ukulele (swan's neck). On either side of the collar, roughly
at the neck tendons, two upward-sloping spikes pressed against my chin, preventing me from lowering my head freely and forcing me to maintain an upright posture every day. Below the collar were two thin silver chains, each connecting to a ring around my nipples.
The chains were short, pulling my nipples upwards. Whose nails are those on my collarbones? I can't remember, whatever. Besides a nipple ring on each breast, there are two cross-shaped nipple protrusions inserted horizontally and vertically behind them. The corset around my waist
is the only thing I can call clothing, tightened and tightened. Surgery removed my lowest ribs, making my waist unusually thin. Two or three large hands from the village men can easily encircle my waist.
Sometimes, these six-foot-tall men would put their arms under my armpits, their hands clasped behind my head. They'd lift me up with their arms, swinging them back and forth, making me feel like a fleshy masturbator.
My mons pubis best exemplifies the boredom and creativity of the village bachelors. There are four rings on each side of my labia majora,
threaded with thick rings 0...5 millimeters wide, the outer edges inlaid with silver trim like sneaker buckles, always pricking with a dull ache. There are three rings on each side of my labia minora, threaded with thin loops. Half of my clitoral foreskin was removed,
exposing my clitoris and allowing me to better experience sexual pleasure. A small silver chain ran from a pin above my clitoris, with a perfectly sized spiky ball at the end. No matter how much I swayed, it would
always hit my clitoris precisely. It was a bittersweet experience. Sometimes they would use a local thorny ball, which was excruciating. Then they would handcuff me, either behind my back or with my hands behind my back. I would scream and
cry hysterically, desperately trying to untie the spiky ball. The tingling, allergic pain made me writhe on the ground. Initially, with the spiky ball on, I would have to squat down and ejaculate after walking only 300-500 meters. Now,
I can last 1-2 kilometers. Wearing this, I definitely couldn't work or attend classes. So, they made a special exception and allowed me to attend classes and work while holding onto this little devil with one hand. Normally, I walk with one hand on the spiky ball,
and no one says anything when no one is around.
A pair of 10cm high heels—that was all my clothing and adornment. According to the rules of Xingli Village,
I had to wear this from March to October each year, so that every man could use his sex slave at any time and check if their wedding rings were still on me. From October of that year to March of the following year, I could
wear a fur coat over this outfit because of the cold weather. The only exception was when my son came to visit me; to avoid revealing my secret, I was allowed to wear my own clothes, but the rings, rods, and studs could not be removed.
After changing into these clothes, I lay lazily on the carriage. I played with the odds and ends
on my body, thinking about my students and children. It was strange; although I was a sex slave of the lowest status, I was also the legal wife of every man who had been with me. According to the classic teachings of the True Immortals of Xingli Village, if you treat your wife equally, you
can marry five wives, and Tata was one of them. It could be said that in Xingli Village, I was the wife of every adult man; their wives were my sisters. Their children were also my children until they reached adulthood. The village children
are sent to the Chongzhuo Temple to become monks at the age of six, where they study the scripture of the immortals and recite scriptures every day. They can only return to secular life at the age of 14, by which time the children in the village are already in junior high school, while they are still in elementary school. This peculiar custom leaves them
basically illiterate or semi-literate at this age. They have to learn cultural knowledge from elementary school onwards, and the golden period of learning, from the age of 6 to 14, is spent studying religion. The scripture of the immortals is undoubtedly of little use when looking for a job.
The carriage took me back to my school. The newly built school building is beautiful and grand, if you ignore
me who sacrificed myself for it. There were no classes, and I walked up to my room on the sixth floor in my high heels. I washed off the dust and grime and slept until night. I would be disturbed a few times, sometimes by my husbands from the whole village, sometimes by my
children from the whole village. Four days of hard work left me with neither the energy nor the strength to serve them. Whether it's mouth, anus, or vagina, it's up to them. At this time, having sex with me is like raping a soulless corpse.
Tuesdays and Wednesdays are my regular teaching
days. I teach all six grades, from morning till night with virtually no free time. When I walk between the desks while lecturing, some mischievous children will drop their pencils
and erasers, pretending to pick them up to peek at my complex mons pubis. The bolder ones might even take the opportunity to touch my vagina, pinch my thighs, and buttocks. I pretend nothing happened. I neither encourage nor oppose it; after all, first graders
are already 14, old enough to be my husbands. They eat beef and mutton frequently and develop quickly; there are plenty of kids who are 1.7 or 1.6 meters tall. Legally and physically, I can't resist whatever they do to me, nor can I retaliate.
Resistance. In Xingli Village, men are women's heaven; gender equality is nonexistent. After finishing my eighth class on Tuesday night, I sat on the podium, completely exhausted
. The students on duty had cleaned very thoroughly; a cool sensation rose from my buttocks to my hair. Luowa, my husband. Where are you? Ever since I
signed the indenture with the Ice Bear Gang, Luowa has quietly moved away from the village, abandoning his Tata, disappearing without a trace. "Girl, you're here
?"
"Where else could I be?" Needless to say, it was that despicable village chief again. "Let's go
play."
I didn't want to play. The village chief and his three sons were the four worst people in the village, without exception. And whether it was from their adventures outside or some psychological defect, these four were all sadomasochists. Their rammed-earth castle-like house
had a basement crammed with homemade and purchased torture devices and sex toys. The dungeon housed unruly villagers, kidnapped hostages, and me, who had returned to the village. Inside, whips, candles, a triangular
rocking horse, and all sorts of cages were on display—enough to open a museum of sadism from ancient and modern times, both Chinese and foreign. I shook my head, indicating I didn't want
to go. Of course, that was useless; the village chief carried me around the waist and put me in
a small van at the school gate. After Luo Wa left, the village chief had no more scruples, even openly declaring in the village that I was his private sex slave. Whenever I returned to the village, I would be in their dungeon whenever they wanted. Repeated
sexual abuse, rape, photographing and videotaping. Should I be angry? I don't know; I only know that no one cares about my thoughts. Tata, well, is just a fleshy sex toy for men to release their pent-up emotions; another function of mine might be
a repeater for teaching children. Today, unusually, there was no large iron cage in the van, nor handcuffs or shackles
. A small cloth bag contained the clothes I had taken off yesterday. "Girl, get dressed; you'll be very useful today." When that bastard, the village chief, said that,
it meant he was taking me to be a prostitute. Whether it was the village chief's brothers from both domestic and international circles, or the merchants coming to the village to welcome and see off guests, or even the various officials coming to guide the work, I
was still wearing a white dress, a white bra, and white
panties. A pair of fashionable sunglasses and a straw hat like the one Audrey Hepburn wore in Roman Holiday. It felt like I was back in my days in Kou Nei, still that female master's student with a slightly artsy vibe
. If you ignored my current slim waist and large breasts, covered in nipple chains and rings, and piercings... The car drove directly to the village office, where a dozen local herders and three people who were clearly from the city were chatting in the backyard.

"This girl is our primary school teacher; she knows our problems and came specifically to help,"
the village chief enthusiastically introduced me. I looked at the three people. I knew Xiao Liu and Xiao Wang from the agricultural technology station
. They came for several weeks every year to guide agricultural and pastoral work. If I were in the village, I would always be the one to entertain them—using my three holes.
I didn't recognize the other one; he looked like both a poor herder and a university professor. "This is
Professor Fu, a renowned livestock expert from xxx Agricultural University, who came to provide support." The village chief was still as warm and welcoming as ever. I forced myself to stay alert and extended my soft, boneless, white right hand. "What
's your surname, Associate Professor?" Professor Fu looked at me somewhat dazed, perhaps not expecting that such a poor mountain village would have an SS-level technician from the provincial capital. "My surname is Fu, the Fu of symbol, not Associate Professor." Professor Fu held onto my hand tightly
.
"Young lady, you're being rude. Please be magnanimous and get to the point." The village chief stepped between us and
pulled Professor Fu's hand away. There was no class, so I shuffled up to the sixth-floor room in my high heels. I washed off the dust and... "
This is it." Professor Fu adjusted the bottle cap on his nose. "We've developed a new drug to stimulate milk production in sheep, and it's being promoted
. It's expected to increase milk production by 32%, extending the lactation period by five to eight months. However, your herders are very uncooperative; this is
a poverty alleviation task promoted by the province."
Professor Fu spoke about the sheep while constantly glancing at my breasts. I was already used to it; men
are in heat all year round, always thirsty. "That's why I brought the girl here. She's here to solve this problem
," the village chief said, gesturing to me.
This time, it was my turn to be surprised.
"You, you're educated and fluent, you'll be the role model."
"I don't have any sheep?"
"Just use it on you directly."
"Nonsense." Before I could figure out how to minimize the punishment and get away with it,
Professor Fu suddenly stood up.
"This is a veterinary injection, how can it be used on humans?"
"Last time you were talking about animals, weren't you?"
"Humans are animals, not animals. Can veterinary and human medicine be the same? Can veterinarians and human doctors be the same?"

"Veterinarian Akchiri also treats humans."
"You... Anyway, animals and humans are different."
Professor Fu was like a scholar encountering a soldier—reason was useless. He, a professor in his ivory tower, couldn't handle a cunning and unreasonable village chief
. I was happy to have some peace and quiet, and while they were exchanging words, I even considered lighting a
long, thin cigarette. "Anyway, it's not allowed, and if I say it's not allowed, it's
not allowed. And to produce milk, you need to get pregnant, does she need to get pregnant too?" After being
talked to by the village chief for so long, Professor Fu finally found a point to refute. The village chief was intimidated and backed down
. It wasn't that this bastard suddenly had a change of heart. Because I have to go to work at Biyuntian tomorrow night, if I get pregnant, I'll definitely be in trouble, and he'll be in
deep trouble too. If it weren't for the village chief pulling out his unwashed, stinky penis and making me deep-throat it on the way back, I would have laughed the whole way. Laughed until I cried, the kind of laughter that makes me nauseous and vomit, but I guess the tears I'm vomiting now count as laughter.
The village chief is very angry, really angry. He didn't even arrange for me to entertain the three of them. I slept sweetly at school and had
a wonderful dream, in which the village chief was dragged back and forth across the sand by the Ice Bear Gang with a rope around his neck because of my accidental pregnancy.
Wednesday was another busy day. After teaching and assigning this week's homework,
I took off my jewelry, carefully put on makeup, and waited for the horse-drawn carriage in front of the school gate to take me into the bustling city of the provincial capital. The expected horse-
drawn carriage didn't come; instead, Xiao Liu's SUV came. Xiao Liu is a member of the Ice Bear Gang, about seventeen or eighteen years old, not much older than my son. His father died in the civil war to save the Bear Clan Alliance, dying without honor, like a
speck of dust. After the Bear Clan Federation split, Xiao Liu's father received no pension, and Xiao Liu's mother's meager salary was insufficient to raise him. Amidst the shock therapy, economic depression, and soaring prices following the collapse of the Bear Clan Alliance, they were forced to follow
the same path as me. In the end, he died in poverty and illness in a medical tent sheltering the poor. To be fair, Xiao Liu was even less like those beasts of the Ice Bear Gang...
It was just a joke someone made that made me his first woman. His foreskin was a little stuck together, and I painstakingly licked it open,
only to be met with his excruciating pain. Half-threatened, half-coerced, he cried as he thrust repeatedly into my body, finally ejaculating a stream of semen mixed with blood. Because it was the man who bled during our first time having sex, he was
nicknamed "virgin" afterward. I swear I really didn't mean to, but it's all irreversible. Sometimes,
when Xiao Liu thinks about me being the first woman in her life, she becomes furious and irritable. After having sex with me, she kicks my back and stomach incessantly.
"Naked Auntie, trunk."
Her tone was ambiguous, and I resignedly took off all my clothes, folded them, and put them on the back seat. There was
a suitcase in the trunk. Slightly larger than a regular suitcase, this was my standard equipment for going to "Paradise." I stepped in with my right foot first, then my left, squatting down with my buttocks fully extended. I used my hand to hold the black plastic tube inserted. This is a urinary catheter
; I use this to defecate when traveling long distances. A catheter is inserted into the urethra and then inflated and secured with a needle.
A silicone massager is inserted into the vagina, which vibrates and discharges intermittently. My legs are curled up in front of my chest, thighs and calves together. My head is buried in my knees. My hands are clasped together in front of my calves, fingers interlocked.
Xiao Liu didn't say anything and zipped up the zipper. I was feeling incredibly uncomfortable in the dark, suffocating environment. The car drove for several
days, and Xiao Liu would occasionally let me out of the car to eat or drink something. He would help me move my bundled-up limbs and, incidentally, ejaculate a few times into my vagina. Just when I felt I was about to have my sixth breakdown, the car pulled into a hydroelectric power station.
We must have crossed the border here, because the road signs were all in the Bear Clan Alliance's script. Looking up, I encountered
the white-clad demon who had transformed me into this grotesque figure. The white-clad demon told me to call him Dr. Qin, saying his name sounded a bit like the Common Language's
Qin. I didn't actually speak the Bear Clan Federation's script, but Dr. Qin's English was excellent, so we could communicate in English.
Once, while gesturing at my body with a scalpel, Dr. Qin told me his story. His father was a military doctor in the Third Reich,
conducting various human experiments and modifications on prisoners of war and civilians in infamous concentration camps.
He attempted to create perfect soldiers for his prime minister and drastically increase their
population. These experiments included twin and multiple birth experiments, human-animal mating experiments, autologous transplants, and allogeneic transplants. At the beginning of the last century, the clash between the two giants ended with the Bear Alliance's resounding success. His father
was captured while trying to escape. After the soldiers looted his gold watch and coins, they opened his suitcase with high hopes, only to find specimens and stacks of papers that utterly disappointed them. Dr. Qin's father was being discussed by the soldiers as to whether to hang him, douse him with gasoline, bury him alive,
or shoot him. A passing political commissar rescued him. Old Qin (let's call him Dr. Qin's father
) was a medical doctor from the University of Vienna .
After surrendering to the Bear Clan Federation, he led the Bear Clan Allied Forces in a systematic raid on all the open and secret research sites in his homeland that he knew of. The abundant and valuable results of human experiments undoubtedly cleared his name and served as
a testament to his new masters. Old Qin successfully became a citizen of the Bear Clan Federation, even obtaining a military rank, and continued his beloved medical research.
Even his research locations remained largely unchanged, moving from one concentration camp to another. These camps housed
prisoners of war, dissidents, and inmates. The Bear Clan Federation, severely depleted of its population after the war, saw many mothers give birth to twins or more at once thanks to Old Qin's ovulation-inducing injections and multiple birth programs. This achievement even
earned his team a collective award.
Since Old Qin was such a valuable asset, the abundance of human subjects—some strange
homemade or foreign-purchased "medical experimental equipment"—was largely ignored. Dr. Qin was
the child of Old Qin and a female prisoner of war from a concentration camp. It was leftover human material from an experiment. After giving birth to Dr. Qin and having a year of breastfeeding, the female prisoner of war was cruelly sent to a laboratory researching torture, where she was severely tortured and then executed.
Her body was made into a specimen, and Dr. Qin was sent to an orphanage. I don't remember the rest of the story; perhaps Dr. Qin didn't
tell me. It's not my fault; no woman
can remember the surgeon's gossip during surgery without anesthesia. Dr. Qin briefly told me about my future. I would have my IUD removed, become pregnant, and have Dr. Fu test his lactation-inducing drug. Dr. Qin was
also very interested in this. My work at Biyue Yuntian would also come to an end; my future work would be surrogacy and filming a series of
movies about pregnancy, breastfeeding, and expansion to pay off my debts.
Was I afraid? Maybe; I didn't have much of a choice. Thinking back, I remember typing my surrogacy ads word by word on a washboard with one finger
; maybe this is what it means to be sold and still have to count the money.

Name: Lily Alice Gender: Female Occupation: Surrogate Mother Age: 32 Master of Education, many years of teaching experience, giving you a smart child.
Accepting IVF embryo surrogacy, live sperm injection... Typing these words is difficult for me; anyone who has just undergone surgery and has to kneel on a washboard to type would struggle.

Fortunately, my school has finally welcomed its full-time teacher. Dr. Qin showed me
a picture of the man. A handsome young man, teaching the children. As long as the school has teachers, the students
won't be out of school. It doesn't matter how much their incompetent former principal is tormented. My only concerns are my son and my Luowa. As for my legal husband, he's probably long forgotten me

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