Mother and son imprisoned

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I pointed to the box of evidence on my desk and instructed, "Xiao Liu, all this evidence needs to be compiled into a report; we'll need it for tomorrow's meeting." "Director Zhao, I'll definitely finish it tonight, don't worry," Xiao Liu said with a smile.

I nodded reassuredly, then took out an evidence bag from the box, looked at its contents, and asked curiously, "What's this?" Xiao Liu replied, "These are the victim's stockings, with the perpetrator's semen and saliva stuck to them." Looking at the short gray stockings in the evidence bag, I remembered the case files I had seen before and frowned, saying, "This rapist's fetish is disgusting; he actually likes to play with stockings, doesn't he care about the dirt?" Xiao Liu laughed and said, "You've handled so many major cases, what kind of perverts haven't you seen? This is child's play for you." "Stop flattering me, get to work. If you don't finish, you'll be staying at the station." I put down the evidence bag and half-jokingly urged him to get to work, "I have something to do tonight, I'm leaving now." "Okay, leave it to me," Xiao Liu patted his chest and assured me.

Today is my son's birthday, and to reward him for getting into a top high school, I took the day off and left work early, planning to take him to a newly opened restaurant for a big meal.

I went to the changing room, took off my police uniform and trousers, and seeing the black stockings on my feet, I couldn't help but think of the two rape cases that had happened in the past few days.

The victims were both middle-aged women. The first victim was a saleswoman who was strangled unconscious with a rope after work and then raped. The second victim was a middle school teacher who was also strangled unconscious and raped on her way home after evening self-study. Although both victims survived, they have not yet regained consciousness due to prolonged oxygen deprivation and remain in the ICU.

There was considerable evidence left at the crime scenes, but we haven't found the suspects yet; we only know there were two perpetrators. We are certain these two are perverts; they not only gang-raped the victims but also humiliated and abused them.

When the victims were discovered, they had stockings over their heads, were incontinent, and completely naked except for their own short stockings.

The perpetrators seemed to really like stockings; the stockings over the victims' heads were likely the ropes used to strangle them. The two perpetrators also ejaculated on the short stockings on the victims' feet and used lipstick to write things like "Black-cheeked, short-stockinged sow, filthy, stinky-footed mature woman..." on their chests, abdomens, and buttocks. I put my feet on the stool, touched the short black stockings on my feet, and smelled a faint sour odor. Feet in stockings, confined in leather shoes all day, were bound to have a smell.

"Those two are really perverted, liking such dirty and smelly stockings? Disgusting." I felt utterly disgusted by these repulsive, perverted criminals.

I looked up and saw my reflection in the full-length mirror opposite me. Standing at 1.75 meters tall, with a slender and robust build, I've maintained a toned physique through years of exercise, resulting in a few faint abdominal muscles. My not-so-full breasts are covered by a black lace bra, and I wear matching black lace panties. My skin isn't very fair, but it's smooth and delicate. My face is slightly long, with a high-bridged nose, phoenix eyes, and sharp eyebrows. I have shoulder-length, smooth, short hair. While not a stunning beauty, I possess a certain dashing charm. Aside from the faint wrinkles around my eyes, I'm quite satisfied with my appearance.

I'm forty years old this year. After graduating from police academy, I joined the criminal investigation team and rose through the ranks to become deputy director, specifically in charge of criminal cases within the bureau. My husband is a doctor who was sent to Africa a year ago for aid work and will remain there for several years before being transferred back, only able to return for a few weeks during the Chinese New Year. My son, Jiang Wei, is an excellent student and has just been admitted to a top high school.

I'm wearing a white shirt, jeans, black flat leather shoes, and sunglasses.

I applied some lipstick in front of the mirror, carefully examined myself, and left the changing room.

I drove to the vicinity of my son's school and parked.

My son had just graduated from this junior high school, and today he had arranged to play basketball with his classmates at the school's basketball court.

I checked my watch; it was just past four o'clock. My son wasn't waiting for me at the school gate; he was probably still playing basketball.

I walked into the school gate, intending to walk through the teaching building to find my son at the basketball court.

Since school was already on holiday, there was no one else in the teaching building, and the corridor was quiet except for the "clack-clack" sound of my leather shoes.

"You brat! Don't run!" Suddenly, a shout and footsteps came from around the corner ahead.

I saw my son, Jiang Wei, darting out from around the corner with his schoolbag on his back. Then, two more boys chased after him.

"What are you doing?" I asked sharply.

"Mom! Help me!" Jiang Wei hid behind me.

The two boys stopped, panting, and glared at my son and me.

I looked the two boys up and down. They were about the same age and height as Jiang Wei. One of them had dyed blond hair, his face was covered in acne, and he was wearing a red t-shirt and ripped jeans. The other boy had a small braid, wore a baseball cap and an earring, and was also wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

"You little brat, you're pretty fast, damn it!" the blond-haired boy spat and cursed.

I said angrily, "Who are you calling a little brat?"

The blond-haired boy pointed at my son and said, "I'm calling you the little bastard born of an old cunt!" Goodness, this kid's mouth was so dirty. The more I listened, the angrier I got, so I cursed, "Didn't your parents teach you manners? You little brat with a mother but no manners!" The boy with the braid chuckled, "Auntie, my brother is motherless. It would be great if a beautiful mature woman like you could teach him." The blond-haired boy replied, "Yes, it would be best to teach me in bed."

He reached out and touched my face.

"What are you doing!" I slapped the blond-haired boy's hand away.

"Oh, Auntie's quick on the uptake." Yellow Hair grinned lewdly and reached out again.

I grabbed his hand and, using my grappling skills, twisted it behind his back in an instant. Having been a detective for years, I'd arrested countless notorious criminals; dealing with these two thugs was a piece of cake.

"Ouch!" Yellow Hair cried out.

The girl with the braids reached for me. "You little bitch, you're pretty tough!"

I kicked her in the stomach.

"Ouch!" The girl with the braids clutched her stomach and fell to the ground. "Fuck your mother..." "You dare harass women? I'll take you to the police station today and have your parents come pick you up!" I said viciously.

With that, I increased the pressure on my hand.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Auntie, let go! Please, have mercy!" Yellow Hair begged for mercy, sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Hmph, so you chased me, now you know how powerful my mom is!" My son walked over and kicked the fallen boy with the pigtails.

"Weiwei, don't hit him. If we take him to the police station later, they'll have a hard time dealing with him," I said, stopping my son.

"Okay, Mom," my son grinned at me.

Suddenly, the boy with the pigtails kicked my son in the back of the shin.

My son's legs buckled, and he fell towards me, landing right on top of me. My grip loosened slightly.

Taking advantage of the moment, the blond-haired boy twisted his body and broke free from my grasp.

I straightened my son and went to grab the blond-haired boy again, but he was already out of my reach.

"Run!" the blond-haired boy shouted, taking off running.

The boy with the pigtails jumped up and ran after him.

Watching the two hooligans turn the corner, I said helplessly, "Too bad, those two got away." My son said, "Mom, they're in the same grade as me, from the next class. They're just two troublemakers, don't worry about them." I looked at my son and asked, "How did you get involved with those two hooligans?" "Today, we were having dinner, and I left early after playing basketball. I ran into them at the entrance of the teaching building. They asked me for money, but I refused. Then we started arguing, and they chased me. That's when I ran into you." My son briefly explained how it all started.

"Be careful when you go out on your own next time. Stay away from these kinds of troublemakers," I said.

My son laughed, "I probably won't run into those two again. They didn't even get into vocational school, so they'll probably have to work." I patted my son's head. "You still have to be careful. Kids this age hold grudges the most. If they cause you trouble again, call me, and I'll send someone to arrest them." "Okay, Mom." My son put his arm around mine, and we left the teaching building together.

In the restaurant, I was sitting with my legs crossed, ordering from the menu.

My son said to me, "Mom, that kick you gave Liu Jian was so cool! You knocked that kid down with one kick." "Liu Jian? Oh, you mean that thug with the ponytail?" I looked down at the menu and saw he was staring at my feet. My leg

, which was crossed, was holding my leather shoes, the heel of my black stockings sticking out.

My son continued, "Yes, that's him. The other blond guy is called Zhou Qiang. By the way, Mom, when you kicked him, I thought your shoes were going to fly off." I laughed and said, "Your mom's legwork is pretty good; my shoes don't fall off that easily." "Mom, when you have time, teach me some fighting techniques," my son said, still looking at my feet.

"Sure, I wanted to teach you before, but you were afraid of the hardship and wouldn't learn. Now that you've been bullied, you want to learn?" I said happily.

"Yeah, that way I can protect Mom," my son said, looking at me with a smile.

The meal was quite sumptuous, but it was too spicy, and my son and I both drank a lot of beverages. After the meal, I felt a strong urge to urinate, and my lower abdomen was painfully bloated.

After paying the bill, I went into the restaurant's restroom, only to find a very long line of people waiting.

"So many people," I said disappointedly as I left the restroom. My bladder could still hold for now, so I decided to go home and use the restroom later.

I hadn't driven far from the restaurant with my son when I discovered that my tire was flat.

We had to get out of the car to check.

"What happened? It was fine just now," I sighed.

My son scratched his head and said, "It probably started leaking in the restaurant parking lot. It's quite far from the city center, what are we going to do?" I didn't know how to change a tire, so I said, "I'll call someone to fix it, let's wait a bit." The restaurant was located in a development zone, and the surrounding area wasn't fully developed yet. There were abandoned farmlands next to the road, and very few vehicles passed by.

After making the call, we waited for a few minutes.

My son said to me, "Mom, I need to poop."

"Why don't you go to the roadside?"

My son looked around, then hesitated, "The restaurant isn't far, I want to use the restroom there." "Okay, go ahead," I nodded.

After my son left, I felt a painful bloating in my lower abdomen, and I could barely hold my pee. But going to the restaurant and queuing for the restroom seemed too much trouble.

I looked around to make sure no one was there, and the lighting was dim, so I went to a small tree by the field and pulled down my jeans with my back to it.

"Swish, swish, swish," the grass behind me rustled. I turned around and peeked out, but didn't find anything unusual; it was probably just the wind blowing the grass.

I turned back and started to pee.

"Drip, drip, drip..." This pee was really long; there was quite a bit of water in my bladder.

Suddenly, I felt a rope around my neck, and I couldn't breathe!

I frantically pulled at the rope around my neck, losing my balance and falling to the ground with a thud, leaning against the tree, unable to stand up again.

My legs kicked wildly, trying to use the momentum to stand up, but the other person was hiding behind a tree and had a rope around my neck. In my panic, I couldn't get up for a moment. My urethra stopped urinating and instinctively closed, leaving me with half a bladder full.

"Ugh..." My neck hurt so much, I couldn't breathe, it was so painful.

Just then, Liu Jian, who had a small braid, emerged from the bushes opposite, holding a long wooden stick and smiling at me.

So it was those two little rascals!

Liu Jian laughed, "Stinky-footed auntie who loves wearing stockings, I've come for revenge, watch out for my stick skills!" His stick pierced my exposed vulva.

"Ah! Ah~" I let out a cry of pain, feeling excruciating pain in my genitals. My hands, which were gripping the rope, loosened, and my eyes rolled back.

"Take this! Take this!" Liu Jian didn't give me time to recover; he continued to stab my genitals repeatedly with the stick.

"Oh! Ah!" I screamed, a gush of hot urine shooting from my urethra, hitting the crotch of my half-pulled jeans.

The body around my neck tightened, I was starting to feel oxygen-deprived, my mind went blank, and my hands reached futilely towards the tree behind me. My genitals convulsed in excruciating pain, spraying urine. My leather shoes had long since fallen off, and my feet, clad in black stockings, were scraping wildly on the ground.

"You thought you were so tough? Where did all your kung fu go? Why don't you kick me with your stinky stockings?" Liu Jian cursed, pressing a stick against my vulva. "Stinky stockings, kung fu mature woman, try being fierce again!" "Gulp..." Tears streamed down my face, snot was running down my nose, my mouth was wide open, I was panting futilely, my tongue was sticking out, and saliva and white foam were dripping from the corners of my mouth. My face turned purplish-red, my otherwise good features were contorted in pain, and my eyebrows were furrowed into a V-shape.

My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, my struggles weakened, and I felt something slowly flowing from my anus.

I only heard the words, "Damn! This bitch's incontinent!" before my consciousness faded into darkness.

When I awoke, I found myself lying in a dimly lit room. The room was surrounded by concrete walls, with a small exhaust fan whirring on one wall. There was only one closed iron door leading in and out. In the corner of the room was a bed, and I was lying on it.

"Where am I…?" I sat up and noticed a rubber dog collar around my neck, secured with a small padlock. A chain was attached to the collar, the other end of which was fixed to the concrete wall.

I was completely naked except for black stockings on my feet, and handcuffs and shackles on my wrists and ankles. My movement was restricted to about half the room by the chain around my neck; it was impossible to move to the iron door.

I recalled being ambushed and strangled unconscious by two thugs. Could they have brought me to this room?

"Creak," the iron door opened. Liu Jian, with his pigtails, and Zhou Qiang, with his blond hair, walked in.

"Director Zhao, how are you? Did you sleep well?" Zhou Qiang leered.

I covered my chest and groin with my hands, tensing all my muscles, wondering if I could outmaneuver them while handcuffed and shackled.

"How do you know who I am? Why are you arresting me?" I blurted out.

Zhou Qiang threw my police ID and national ID card on the ground, laughing, "Zhao Qi, forty years old, deputy director of the police force, badge number xxxxx, right?" I continued, "What do you want?"

Liu Jian said, "We don't want anything, we just want to train middle-aged women like you who love wearing short stockings into stocking-wearing bitches." "You…" I'd encountered perverts, damn it! I had to stay calm, extract as much information as possible from them, and find a chance to escape.

Suddenly, something popped into my head: short stockings, a middle-aged woman, strangulation… “I’m asking you, were you the ones who strangled and raped the woman before?” I asked.

“Hahaha, that was exactly what we brothers did!” Liu Jian readily admitted.

I was right, it really was the two of them.

Zhou Qiang continued, "We didn't know the first woman; we just happened to run into her. The second old slut is our homeroom teacher. We've been wanting to teach this self-important, smelly old woman who loves wearing short stockings a lesson for a long time." Looking at their smug expressions, I angrily said, "You devils! Do you even know what happened to those two women?" "Of course we know. They suffered from oxygen deprivation and became vegetative," Liu Jian said with a laugh. "We didn't intend to strangle them into idiots, but we were inexperienced, and we accidentally turned them into brain-dead idiots." Zhou Qiang said, "Speaking of which, you should thank those two women. If it weren't for them practicing, you might be a vegetative person with a tube in your throat right now." "You bastards, I won't let you get away with this!" I clenched my fists.

Liu Jian and Zhou Qiang exchanged glances and burst into laughter, "Aunt Zhao, you really don't understand the situation! It's not that you won't let us go, it's that we won't let you go!" I sneered, "The police will soon find out I'm missing, and they'll be here to arrest you. You can't escape! Just let me go and surrender obediently!" Liu Jian shook his head, "Aunt Zhao, stop trying to scare us. Since we were able to capture you, we're confident we won't be caught by the police. Let me tell you something else: I punctured your tires to make your car break down on the road. There aren't any surveillance cameras on the road where we kidnapped you yet, so no one will know you were captured. They'll only find your empty car." I smiled coldly, "Jiang Wei will call the police. The police will know you had a conflict with us, and they'll be here for you soon." Zhou Qiang also sneered, "Aunt Zhao, look at this!" He took out his phone from his pocket and played a video. In the video, my son, Jiang Wei, was naked, tied to a chair with rope, his eyes blindfolded, and his mouth taped shut.

"Ah! Weiwei?" I exclaimed in shock. "You! You dare touch him? I'll make you wish you were dead!" "Don't get agitated, Aunt Zhao, please calm down," Zhou Qiang said, shaking his phone. "Your son is in our hands now. His safety depends on your performance, Auntie." "What do you want?" I understood his meaning and felt both fear and anger, involuntarily shrinking back.

Zhou Qiang said, "Didn't we just say we were going to train you into a stocking-clad bitch?" "Don't even think about it! I'm not afraid of you, and I'm going to arrest you!" I roared angrily. How dare these two little beasts treat me like this? Once I escape, I'll personally bring them to justice.

"Don't you care about your son's life or death?" Liu Jian grinned wickedly.

"I…" The thought of my son in the hands of these two brutal demons shattered my resolve.

Liu Jian continued, "Auntie, don't worry, as long as you behave, we won't hurt your son." "..." I didn't reply, only glared at them angrily.

Zhou Qiang put away his phone, licked his lips lecherously, and said, "After Auntie fainted, we were busy bringing you back, and we haven't had a chance to enjoy Auntie's sexy body yet. Now that you're awake, Auntie, it's perfect to serve us two brothers." As he spoke, he slowly walked towards me.

"You...you stay away! Or I won't be polite!" I hurriedly assumed a fighting stance, the chains on my hands and feet rattling loudly.

"With your hands and feet in chains, you can't move freely, let's see if you can still fight!" Zhou Qiang pounced on me. "Come on, baby!" I raised my foot to kick him, but my feet were bound by chains, making it impossible to kick. My hands were also immobile, and in my panic, I could only push Zhou Qiang away with my hands.

Zhou Qiang grabbed me and pushed me down onto the bed. This guy, who had just graduated from junior high, was surprisingly strong.

"Let go of me! Stop! Ahhh!" I struggled to push Zhou Qiang away, but we were about the same strength, and I couldn't budge him.

At this moment, Liu Jian came over and held down my feet. "Aunt Zhao, your stinky feet in those short stockings won't be able to kick anyone this time, will they?" "Zhao bitch, show me what you've got! Let me see just how powerful a policewoman who loves wearing short stockings really is!" Zhou Qiang, holding down my hands, sat on top of me, grinning maliciously as he shouted.

"Let me go! No!" I cried, shaking my head and struggling desperately. "I'm a police officer! This is assaulting a police officer! It's a serious crime!" Zhou Qiang pressed down on my arm and said, "We've already kidnapped you, why would we care about this?" Liu Jian shouted, "We are assaulting a police officer, specifically targeting middle-aged female police officers like you who like to wear black short stockings! We're going to brutally rape those stinky-footed police aunties who are skilled in martial arts!" "Let me go! I want... Ah!" I was halfway through my sentence when I felt a sudden, heavy blow to my genitals. The pain in my lower body made my abdomen tremble,

and all my strength dissipated. Liu Jian pressed my legs down and punched my genitals repeatedly. "I'll smash your black, stinky old cunt!" "Stop... Stop..." I cried out in pain, my eyes rolling back. With my hands and feet restrained by shackles and pinned down by two junior high school boys, I was completely unable to put up any effective resistance.

Liu Jian punched me several times until urine flowed from my urethra and my strong legs went completely limp. Only then did he stop.

"No...don't hit me...please don't..." I pleaded painfully, tears streaming down my face, my eyes rolling back.

Zhou Qiang held down my limp hands, chuckling, "Zhao the bitch knows how powerful we are now, right? Looks like no matter how good a woman's kung fu is, it can't improve her cunt." Liu Jian pulled down his pants, aiming his thick, long, shiny black penis at my vaginal opening. "Fuck the policewoman auntie's old cunt now. Try to see the difference between this woman's old cunt that knows martial arts and an ordinary woman's old cunt. Isn't it tighter?" With that, he thrust his penis into me.

"Ah! It hurts!" My buttocks twitched. My vagina wasn't wet yet, and the forced insertion of his penis caused considerable pain. Since my husband went overseas, I hadn't had sex for several months. The sudden penetration of his large penis felt both painful and stimulating.

"Ah! No! Pull it out! Please pull it out!" I cried and screamed, "It was my fault, I shouldn't have hit you, please let me go!" "Fuck your old cunt! Fuck the policewoman's old cunt! Fuck Chief Zhao Qi's old slutty cunt!" Liu Jian lifted my legs, his lower abdomen slamming against my genitals, his penis thrusting in and out of my vagina.

"No... please... I'll give you money! Lots of money! Please stop!" I wailed, as my vagina continued to secrete fluid, the pain subsided, but the waves of pleasure from my genitals intensified.

Zhou Qiang held down my arms with one hand and slapped me across the face with the other. "You filthy bitch, who wants your filthy money? Tell me, you're that stinky-footed policewoman Zhao Qi, that old slut!" "No..." My face stung from the slap, and I cried, shaking my head. "Please, please forgive me... I know I was wrong... I'll never offend you again... please..." "Slap!" I received another slap.

"Tell me! Or I'll keep hitting you!" Zhou Qiang said viciously.

"I'll talk... I'll talk... I'm a stinky-footed policewoman..."

I paused, then continued, "Zhao Qi, that old slut..."

Liu Jian lifted my legs and fucked my cunt, pressing his face against the soles of my raised feet, licking and smelling them. "Sniff, Aunt Zhao's stockinged feet are really stinky, just as stinky as the feet of those two old sluts I played with before. Are all middle-aged women who like to wear stockings this stinky?" "Quickly, say it, you're a stinky-footed middle-aged sow who likes to wear short stockings to seduce junior high school students!" Zhou Qiang slapped me again, ordering.

"I am... a stinky-footed middle-aged sow who likes to wear short stockings to seduce junior high school students..." To avoid being beaten again, I had no choice but to say these words in humiliation.

"Slap! Slap!" The sounds of fucking, the boy's curses, and my cries of pain echoed throughout the small concrete room.

A dozen minutes later, Liu Jian roared, "I'm coming!"

and ejaculated his thick, hot semen inside me.

"Oh! Don't ejaculate inside! No!" My vaginal walls contracted instantly from the impact of the semen; I was about to climax.

How could I climax?! I'm a policewoman, how could I let these rapists fuck me to orgasm? No! I had to hold back; I couldn't let this kid fuck me to orgasm during rape.

After ejaculating, Liu Jian, while his penis was still hard, thrust into me several more times.

"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore! It's coming! It's coming!" My vagina clenched from the impact, and I could no longer control my body. I reached orgasm on the spot, my buttocks and thighs convulsing violently, my eyes rolling back in pleasure, my tongue lolling out of my mouth, drool dripping. "Ah! Uh~ Uh~" After the orgasm, the thought that these past few days were my fertile period, and that Liu Jian, that little bastard, had ejaculated inside me without a condom, made me feel dizzy and overwhelmed with sorrow.

Liu Jian and Zhou Qiang switched positions, with Liu Jian pressing down on my upper body and holding my arms. Zhou Qiang, however, took off his pants and came to the foot of the bed, grabbing my stockinged feet with both hands and squeezing and rubbing his penis between the soles of his feet.

"Ah~ that feels so good, Aunt Zhao. When I saw you at school this afternoon, I was thinking how great it would be to use your stinky, stockinged feet, the kind that kick people, for a footjob," Zhou Qiang said, basking in the moment. "When you were wearing short black stockings and black leather shoes, smugly disciplining us, I never imagined that your stockinged kung fu feet, which you use to fight criminals, would be used as masturbators by middle school students, right?" How disgusting... These two perverts who like stockinged feet, I never dreamed that anyone would be interested in my stockings and feet, especially a kid the same age as my son. This is too shameful. Why are my feet stepping on such disgusting things? I can't take it anymore... "Come on, Officer Zhao, lick it clean for me." Liu Jian put his wet penis in front of my mouth.

"You... don't do this..." I looked at the stinky, purplish-red glans, and my stomach churned.

Liu Jian said, "Lick it clean like you usually lick your husband's penis, or I'll have your son lick it." "I...I'll lick it..." I said softly, genuinely afraid these two devils might do something harmful to my son.

"Slurp, slurp..." Liu Jian's penis was smelly and dirty, with a pungent odor. I licked it a few times, and his penis became hard again.

"Oh~ so good, Auntie's mouth feels so good, the policewoman's stinky mouth is my masturbation cup, hahaha." Liu Jian grabbed my hair, enjoying the oral sex I was giving him. "Aunt Zhao, weren't you pretty fierce? Why isn't your mouth fierce towards me now, instead you're sucking this bad boy's dick?" "I can't take it anymore! I'm going to cum!" Zhou Qiang groaned as he ejaculated onto the soles of my feet. "Oh! The semen is all over Director Zhao Qi's short black stockings. From now on, you can use these stinky feet, purified by my semen, to chase after fugitives." Liu Jian chimed in, "That's right, from now on, when there are meetings at the police station, Director Zhao will be wearing short black stockings covered in semen inside her black leather shoes. Everyone will see you presiding over the meeting with such seriousness, who would think that the black stockings inside your black leather shoes are covered in the semen of a middle school student, hahaha." I ignored them and silently sucked on Liu Jian's penis.

After a while, Liu Jian ejaculated again, shooting the sticky semen into my mouth. They even pinched my nose, forcing me to swallow the semen.

The two boys left the bed, satisfied. I sat up, wiping the semen from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, and weakly asked, "Are you satisfied now? Can you let my son and me go?" Liu Jian laughed, "Auntie, are you crazy? How could we let you leave now? We'll at least turn you into a stocking-stocking bitch." Zhou Qiang nodded, "Yeah, if we let you go, will you bring people to arrest us again? Besides, I haven't even fucked your old cunt yet. Today I've only played with your stinky stocking feet, how could I let you go?" Liu Jian added, "Aunt Zhao, this is just the beginning, there's a long road ahead." After saying this, the two left the room.

I stretched my aching body, tugged at the iron chain around my neck, and couldn't help but cry again…

[The End]

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