"The Villains of the Cultural Revolution" - Chapter Six (Part 1)

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Foreword: It's been a long time since I last posted, and I'm sorry if you all still remember me. I was recently obsessed with PUBG and neglected my writing. Then I helped a friend write a series of custom stories on superstition, which took over ten chapters. I'm a slow writer, and I also had a lot of bad luck in life, so I made countless excuses to delay updates. This article was also commissioned by a friend with cuckolding tendencies, and it's a part of the Cultural Revolution series. With his permission, I'm sharing it with everyone. I hope you'll all feel free to comment. The content is based on his personal experience, which I've adapted and incorporated into the "villain" series.
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My name is Tong Bi. After I was old enough to remember, all I could recall was the Loess Plateau in northern Shaanxi and the nursery where I was. As for seeing my parents, that was a luxury for countless children like me in the nursery. I only knew that my mother was a dancer in a cultural troupe, and she was always running around to boost morale. I could only see her a few times a year. As for my father, I always heard that he was a war hero and was always on the front line. I rarely saw him. The time when the three of us got together the most was when my father was taken back to his post for investigation.
At that time, I was taken back from the nursery, and my mother was also suspended from work because of my father's situation. However, our family did not return to our original residence, but was taken to a remote cave dwelling with a separate courtyard. Although food and drink were delivered, my parents had to ask permission from the soldiers at the gate every time they wanted to go out, except for me. Although I did not know the seriousness of the problem my father was facing at the time, I knew that things were probably going to get worse. The first thing that happened was the food supply. My favorite dishes were no longer available. Later, my parents could not even leave the courtyard. My mother cried several times a day, while my father kept saying, "I did nothing wrong. I can't watch such a good soldier be ruined by someone who doesn't understand military affairs at all."
Years later, I finally learned what had happened. My father, who was a regimental commander at the time, saw the newly arrived political commissar, who knew nothing about military affairs, leading his soldiers to charge mindlessly under enemy fire during a battle. He clashed with the commissar on the battlefield, forcibly ending the battle. Upon returning, he was arrested on charges of "cowardice in battle." At first, he didn't take it seriously, thinking that his decision was correct and that the division would believe his explanation. Moreover, the division commander was his former superior and had always protected him. However, he later discovered that the division commander, along with many others like himself, had been removed from their posts and sent back to their garrisons for investigation. Later, many people like my father were sentenced during that investigation, and some even committed suicide because they couldn't bear the humiliation. In the end, they were all dismissed on charges of suicide out of fear of punishment.
The investigation of my father at the time was not to make him confess his own problems, but to make him admit that his retreat from the battlefield was ordered by his former division commander and was part of a series of actions to deliberately defy the organization. If my father was willing to sign and admit that it was his division commander's order, he could not only be reinstated, but also possibly be promoted. My father was a principled man and insisted that he made the decision himself and that it had nothing to do with his division commander.
The people conducting the investigation gradually lost patience, and my father was taken away from that small courtyard that I still remember clearly.
After Dad was taken away, fewer people came to investigate. However, they talked to Mom for longer periods of time. They didn't just come during the day like before; sometimes they would come after dinner. Among the people who came, two people stood out in my memory: a skinny man with a middle parting and a fat man with a buzz cut. When they first came, before Mom chased me back to the inner room, I could still hear what they were saying.
The skinny man said, "Sister-in-law, you know Brother Tong's temper. His resistance to investigation won't end well. One of the deputy regimental commanders in their division committed suicide out of guilt. Now, the higher-ups have decided to stop their food rations until they admit their problems. You can't just have me sneaking him cornbread every day; it's too much of a risk for me. Why don't you try to persuade him to admit the truth? Otherwise, I can't bring him food anymore starting today. The only time I've been able to get food in these past few days is thanks to this Officer Zhang over there." He pointed to the fat man beside him.
At this moment, the chubby man with the flat head said to his mother, "Sister-in-law, now Brother Tong is under my care. I'll pretend I didn't see you sneaking food to me a few days ago, but that won't work anymore. The organization has its policies, and I have my own difficulties too."
At this moment, the mother pleaded with the two of them, "Xiao Chen, I beg you, please, for the sake of the fact that you were recommended by my husband Lao Tong to come to the cadre training class in the garrison, you have to save him this time. You haven't been feeding Lao Tong since the day before yesterday, and he will starve to death if this continues."
The skinny man, whom his mother called Xiao Chen, pointed to the chubby man with a crew cut next to him and said, "Officer Zhang agreed to continue helping, but it's not right for you to not show any interest in something that involves taking risks. You know how intense this investigation is. Brother Tong's problem could be big or small. He himself refuses to accept the investigation, and you are still resisting the organization. If this continues, I can't guarantee what the consequences will be."
The chubby man with the crew cut then spoke up: "Give me a straight answer, whether you agree or disagree. Let me be frank with you. I manage more than just your old Tong. There are others with lesser crimes who have already been sentenced and imprisoned. And those with more serious crimes have been sent to re-education camps. They'll be fine after a few months. I'm not afraid to tell you the truth. Isn't Shi Fengzi a fiercer fighter than your old Tong? Wasn't his crime bigger than your old Tong's? Yet he's been sent to a re-education camp and is all right. Do you think Shi Fengzi, with his temper, can explain himself to the organization? It was his wife, a teacher, who actively sought to curry favor with the organization."
Hearing this, the mother burst into tears again. After a moment, she said to the two people, one fat and one thin, "I'll go and put Tongtong to sleep first, then I'll come back."
As a child, I didn't know what happened that night. I only saw my mother crying on the kang (a heated brick bed) in the outer room when I got up the next day. When she saw me get up, she tidied her long, messy hair that she had left from dancing on stage, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, stopped crying, and came over to hug me.
I still remember that my usually clean mother had an inexplicable fishy smell that day. I even laughed at her slovenliness while wiping away a little bit of milky white snot from the corner of her mouth. The snot was so sticky!
In the days that followed, the fat and thin men came more frequently, sometimes together, sometimes alone. But every time they came, my mother would put me to sleep, and if it was during the day, she would let me go out to play. I always thought they were talking about how to help my father, until one day, when I couldn't find any playmates, I went home early and saw that the wooden door of the cave dwelling was closed from the inside, and I could hear voices coming from inside. Driven by curiosity, I went around to the window and poked open the paper-covered window, and saw a scene that I will never forget to this day.
Inside the house, on the earthen bed, my mother's and the two men's clothes were tossed aside. My mother, a dancer for many years, sat on the thin man's stomach, her large, round breasts swaying with the rise and fall of her hips. The fat man with the flat head stood on the bed, grabbing my mother's dark hair and shoving his genitals into her mouth. Although I was young then, I knew my mother was being bullied. How could someone put their genitals in someone else's mouth? Besides, the tears in my mother's eyes told me she had been wronged. I should have rushed in to protect my mother, but I watched from outside the window, increasingly reluctant to go in. To this day, I don't know if I enjoyed watching this scene or if I was simply out of fear. I only know that I just stood outside watching that day, doing nothing, just watching.
Time passed, and after an unknown amount of time, the chubby man with the flat head ignored his mother's attempts to push him away, grabbed her hair, and shoved his genitals into her mouth, saying, "You slut, every time I see you singing 'The White-Haired Girl' in the audience, the sound from your little mouth is so beautiful. I've always dreamed of the day I could put my dick in your mouth, give it to you, shoot it all into you, don't spit it out, eat it all."
As the chubby boy with the flat head pulled back from his rear and my mother coughed violently, I saw that my mother's mouth and nose were full of white snot, just like the snot I had wiped from the corner of her mouth that morning!
At this moment, the skinny man beneath her, ignoring his mother's violent coughing, suddenly increased his speed, causing his mother's tender white breasts to sway even more violently.
"Sister-in-law, I'm about to cum. What do you think? Should I cum inside you? You and Brother Tong were thinking of having another one, right? I, as your brother, will do it for Brother Tong!"
At this moment, the mother, ignoring her cough, hurriedly said, "Brother Chen, you promised me you wouldn't ejaculate inside. I'm begging you, please ejaculate outside. Ejaculate in my mouth, and I'll eat it all!"
The skinny man said, "Then you'd better hurry up and take it in, or I'll really ejaculate inside. Brother Tong will have to thank me then!"
At this moment, Mom couldn't care less about the skinny boy's teasing. She quickly got up from him, turned around, knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed), and stuck her buttocks out towards the window. This was the first time I could see her lower body clearly. I had heard older boys at the nursery say that women don't have penises. But this time, I saw that not only did she not have a penis, but she also had a hole down there. The opening of the hole was full of white foam and was a pink hole that was twitching.
My mother, who had already knelt down and was about to grope the skinny man's penis, hadn't even opened her mouth when he ejaculated. Instantly, her face was covered in the white snot he had sprayed out, especially the white liquid on her black hair, which was particularly noticeable. I, standing outside the window, was even more astonished by the fact that a man's penis is used for more than just urination!
The mother, whose face was covered in filth, finally broke down and cried loudly, but the tears did not wash away the white filth on her face.
After calming down a moment later, Mom got up naked, washed the white liquid off her face, and then got back naked onto the kang (a heated brick bed) between the fat and thin men. The two men, one smoking a cigarette and the other grabbing Mom's breast, said, "Rest a bit, then lick me until I'm hard again. I'll just have one more round and then leave. Tonight I'm going to have a go with Crazy Stone's wife. People from big cities are different; they know a lot and are more open. You should learn from her. What about what I told you last time about bringing her along to play? What do you think about that?"
The mother, who had stopped crying, said, "Didn't you say you'd release Old Tong if I accompanied you just once? How many times have I accompanied you already?"
The skinny man exhaled a puff of smoke as he moved his hand from his mother's breast to her genitals, saying, "Sister-in-law, we said we'd help take care of Brother Tong if you spent time with us. We never said we'd release him. Although Brother Tong is still locked up, I've arranged his food, drink, and lodging perfectly. You haven't wasted your time with us!"
At this moment, Fatty grabbed his mother's hand and rubbed his genitals while saying, "Stop talking nonsense, come here and lick me until I get hard, let me do it again. When you agree to let me bring Crazy Stone's wife over to play together, I will send Old Tong to a study class!"
After saying that, he ignored his mother who was starting to cry again and shoved his already somewhat enlarged penis into her mouth!
When I saw this, I ran out again. I didn't want to see my mother crying because they were bullying her. I knew that my mother was doing this to save my father, but what did my father do wrong? Wasn't he a war hero?
When I returned to the cave dwelling, it was already dark. My mother had prepared dinner under the kerosene lamp and was waiting for me. I don't know what happened after I left. After eating, I fell into a drowsy sleep and dreamed all night about my mother being bullied. In the dream, I even felt a little excited instead of feeling sorry for my mother!
The next morning, I ate breakfast and went out early. I hid on a hilltop where I could see my family's cave dwelling and courtyard, waiting for the two men, the fat one and the thin one, to arrive. But when I found out that it was my father riding a horse with his guards, a sense of disappointment welled up in my heart.
In my memory, it must have been because the fighting on the front lines was intense that the higher authorities quickly reversed the mistake of this left-leaning line and exonerated many people like my father. My father, however, only came back to see my mother and me once because of the fighting on the front lines before heading back to the front.
Later, I learned that the fat man, Zhang, deliberately misinterpreted the policies of the higher authorities, persecuted many revolutionary comrades, and even drove one to his death. He was executed by firing squad, and the execution was carried out immediately. As for the skinny man surnamed Chen, he was saved because he would secretly bring food to revolutionary comrades like my father who were persecuted by the fat man when they were imprisoned. I heard that he was eventually sent to the north to accept the surrender of the Japanese. I just don't know how many of those people like my father who were grateful for his help were like my mother who used her body to exchange for that hard cornbread for her husband!

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