Lady of the Bandit

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(I)
Wang was dragged out of the prison, a calm smile on her face. In the prison's front hall, she saw her husband, bound hand and foot. His dark face was covered with a thick beard, and his bare upper body bore more than a dozen long and short knife scars—a testament to his twenty years as a bandit chief. Seeing Wang, he grinned broadly:
"My wife, I never thought we'd die together. At least I won't be alone on the road to the underworld."
"My husband, in eighteen years, I'll come back for you, and we'll be husband and wife again."
"Exactly, exactly! With you, I wouldn't care if my head were chopped off ten or eight more times! Hahahaha!" Her husband laughed heartily.
The officer who came to fetch the woman was a captain. Seeing the couple laughing and joking as if no one else was around, he was quite displeased: "You thieving couple, even on the verge of death, you still have so much nonsense to say!"
"Heh heh, officials, even if you lose your head, you'll still be a hero eighteen years later. I'm a bandit leader just to live a carefree life. Even if I die, I want to die a carefree death, unlike you officials who have to guard against us bandits and others who scheme against you. You never get to enjoy yourselves. Hahahaha."
The captain knew he was right, but he was even more resentful. He, a high-ranking official, was living a life less comfortable than a pair of prisoners about to die. He couldn't help but feel resentful:
"A carefree life? I'd like to see how you enjoy yourselves. Come on, remove this woman's shackles, strip her clothes, and tie her up!"
"Yes, sir!" Several men who were binding her responded and dragged Wang Shi to the ground, removed the fifteen-pound wooden shackles, and prepared to strip her upper body and tie her up.
"Brothers, keep an eye on her, make sure she's happy," the captain said.
"Just you wait and see!" The men who tied her up understood their superior's intentions perfectly. They immediately knew what he wanted to do, so two of them dragged Wang Shi to the ground on her back. Then another man came over, knelt down, and clamped Wang Shi's head between his legs.
At that time, there were no briefs or anything like that. Men usually wore robes and gowns, and women wore skirts, but they were not revealing underneath. With Wang Shi's head between his legs, a thick, black penis and two swaying testicles were right in front of her. Wang Shi was a young woman of only twenty-two or twenty-three. Although she had been a bandit's wife for four or five years, her husband had always done things in the dark. She had never seen a man's penis like this before, and she immediately blushed with shame. She tried to escape, but the man grabbed the back of her head, lifting it high until the tip of his nose touched her breasts, making her almost vomit.
"How about it, my beauty? How big is my little brother? Want to try it?"
"My good son, this thing's barely grown up and you're already showing it off in front of your mother? It's nowhere near as good as your father's!" Although Wang's heart was pounding wildly, she couldn't let go of her wild and unrestrained spirit.
"That's right, my wife. I never thought that after all these years of marriage, we'd actually have such a big son," her husband immediately chimed in.
"Hey! Not bad, you really dare to say that!" the bindings teased. "Since that's the case, why don't you take out your breasts and let us have a taste?"
"Sure, what mother wouldn't breastfeed her own son?" Wang Shi chimed in. She knew that her breasts were not a secret. Whenever a female prisoner was beheaded, her upper body would definitely be stripped clean. It was already a favor if they didn't expose her buttocks. Since that was the case anyway, why not take advantage of the situation verbally?
Taking advantage was one thing, but having her head stuck between their legs was very uncomfortable. However, there was nothing she could do. Her arms were tied to her sides and she couldn't move. Soon, the buttons of her prison clothes were unbuttoned one by one. Since she was a death row inmate, she didn't need to wear anything like a bellyband underneath. Once the upper garment was removed, her two small breasts were revealed. They were a beautiful, white, and tender body. The skin was as smooth as powder and delicate as if it could be broken with a touch. The men who were binding her were already ecstatic; seven or eight hands reached up together, grabbing handfuls of milk.
"My good sons, don't fight over them! I'll make sure you all have milk, you won't go hungry!" Wang cried out, her eyes closed. Fortunately, everyone was looking at her breasts, and no one cared whether her face was red or not.
Before long, the group had already fondled both breasts. Wang felt both nipples being pinched and pulled, causing a sharp pain. She cursed, "You wretched sons, you're killing me!" But she felt a tightness at the base of her nipples; she knew they were tying something to them. This was customary; two small copper bells were tied to her nipples, jingling loudly during the parade, attracting the attention of onlookers—a very tempting sight.
Only then were Wang's head released, and she was dragged to sit up. They quickly bound her tightly, the ropes digging into her flesh, rendering her arms completely immobile.
"Son, it's too tight."
"Not tight? If you move around too much when they chop off your head, they might not be able to cut it off in one go. Aren't you afraid of suffering?"
"How could your mother be so weak?! Loosen it for me!"
"You, just bear with it. In no more than two hours, you won't feel the tightness anymore."
"How could I have raised such an unfilial bunch of children?!" Wang sighed.
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(II)
Wang sat on the ground as the guards removed her shoes and socks, revealing her two delicate feet.
She sensed they would further abuse her; at that time, female prisoners didn't wear underwear, only a torture skirt. Executions were always carried out in the marketplace. Once a person died, their corpse would inevitably lie in the dust, and with a gust of wind, the thin shackles of the female prisoner's skirt would likely be lifted, exposing all her secrets. Therefore, if the officials showed mercy to a female prisoner, they would have her legs bound together with rope, skirt and all. Although being bound like a stick was extremely uncomfortable, it spared her the humiliation of being exposed. In such cases, the female prisoner's shoes and socks were usually not removed. As
expected, Wang Shi was right. As soon as the shoes and socks were removed, the bindings cheered, and their hands rushed towards her curved, jade-like breasts. Holding her feet, Wang Shi felt both itchy and ashamed. The lotus feet were one of the most sensual parts of a woman's body, so playing with the lotus feet was not much different from playing with the breasts. And that wasn't all. As her feet were being touched, they were gradually lifted higher. Wang's arms were bound behind her back, preventing her from supporting herself on the ground. So, with each foot lifted, she fell backward, her face flushed with shame, her two pink legs protruding mostly from her torture skirt.
"You wicked grandsons, how dare you do such things!" Wang could only curse, knowing she had no better way out. It seemed she couldn't hold back her own desires; what else could she do but curse?
Wang stole a glance at her husband. His face was dark and unchanging, but his eyes burned with fury as he stared intently at her body. She understood his feelings, of course. If she were to be brought down by this humiliation, he would be even more devastated. So, when the men binding her actually pulled her shackles off her waist, she laughed and scolded, "You brats, what are you looking at? You were all born from there, and you want to crawl back in?"
Wang's strength gave her husband courage. Although he saw that his wife had finally stripped him naked from the waist down, he did not fly into a rage.
The couple were paraded through the streets in the same cart as punishment for their disrespect. The cart had a pillar on it; the husband sat with his back against it, tied to it, while Wang straddled his head with her legs spread. A thick wooden stick was inserted into the husband's mouth at one end and into Wang's vagina at the other. The husband could only look up at Wang's genitals at such close range. The length of the stick was just enough to keep his lips an inch away from hers. Poor man, faced with such a beautiful sight, he couldn't enjoy it; his genitals were bulging, causing the crowd to laugh uproariously.
Wang was even more miserable. Not only could people stare however they wanted, but some wicked boys, some with thin bamboo poles, lewdly flicked her nipples, others lightly dusted her belly with feather dusters, and some even worse, inserted a thin rattan cane into her anus, twisting and probing it—a strange and painful sensation. She could only curse in shame and anger, but dared not move. Because the wooden stick inside her vagina was so long, she could only keep her legs straight. If she bent them even slightly, the stick would either pierce her uterus or her husband's throat. How cruel those constables were!
By the time they reached the marketplace, her husband's neck was too tired to move, and he could only kneel upright on the platform. Wang, naturally, was drenched in sweat, but she remained standing, unable to kneel.
Finally, at noon, her husband cried out, "Madam, I'm going now," and was beheaded with a single stroke. His large body slammed onto the platform and lay still.
Such a beauty as Wang was not someone the con artists wanted to die so easily. While raping her in front of so many people was inconvenient, playing with her was certainly not a problem. Look at them, they forced Wang's petite body to kneel on the ground, two bound hands on either side grabbing her arms, the executioner grabbing her hair and shoving her head into his crotch, clamping it between his legs. The two men twisting her arms squatted down to fondle her two drooping breasts, then two more bound hands came over, each holding a rattan cane—a wicked trick they'd learned from those rascals. They shoved one cane into her anus and the other into her vagina, pulling upwards, forcing Wang's buttocks to stick up in the air.
The bound hands playing with her breasts began to gently pat her snow-white buttocks, while the two thin rattan canes twitched incessantly. The cane's tip wasn't rounded, and the thrust scraped against the tender flesh inside her vagina, causing a mix of pain, numbness, and itching. Wang groaned and cursed, unable to endure the torment. Soon, white fluid flowed from her slightly open reproductive tract.
"Alright, kill her!" Wang was overjoyed to hear this.
The executioner released her head, dragged her to the edge of the platform, and made her kneel with her back to the crowd. A thick wooden board was placed in front of her, her hands bound.
"Lie on it and don't move, otherwise I won't be able to cut off her head in one stroke. It'll be ugly and painful with half her neck still attached, and don't blame me then," the executioner said. Wang knew it was just a formality; nothing would be needed for the actual beheading. The board was simply to force her to die in the most obscene position possible.
But after enduring so much abuse, what could she not bear? Obediently, she bent down, placing her head on the wooden board, her plump, white buttocks raised high towards the crowd, two vines still inserted inside, pointing into the air along with her buttocks.
"Bang!" The sound of the knife striking the board was loud, as it landed heavily. Wang's beautiful head rolled several feet away, her naked white body jerking before landing stiffly on the platform with a "thud," her slender fingers still slowly scratching, as if trying to grasp something.
Two bound hands grabbed her delicate feet, spreading them as wide as possible. She didn't resist, exposing all her vital parts without complaint; beneath her black hair, a large wet patch lay on the ground, the product of her incontinence in her final moments.
Her head and his were tied together, hoisted high onto the flagpole, her eyes still wide open, gazing in bewilderment at the crowd gathered below. Perhaps she was wondering why no one noticed her beautiful face displayed in such a prominent place, instead looking down at the headless corpse. Did people really become so ugly after they died?

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