Gang rape on the way to smuggling

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My name is Wang Hua, and I come from China. My father was a blacksmith and a butcher. When I was six, my family took a smuggling ship to San Francisco, USA. When we landed, I was the only one still standing. If I hadn't hidden a sausage in my anus, I don't think I would have been able to enjoy this wonderful life, even though the sausage smelled terrible. More than half of the people on the ship died of starvation, disease, or were beaten to death. My parents also died on the ship, but they didn't die of starvation.
I think her death was horribly tragic; those three Americans' penises were really long, much bigger than my dad's. To this day, I still don't know why my mother was the only woman on the entire ship. I remember our family was separated into two compartments. I was in one of them, and there was a small hole in the bulkhead, through which I could see what was happening in the next compartment. I swear, that scene is unforgettable.
A naked woman, my mother, was tied to a wooden bed, her legs spread apart. Her dark vulva was directly facing the hole I was peeping into. It wasn't until years later that I learned that was where I was born. To the left of the wooden bed was a naked man kneeling on the floor, his hands and feet bound together, looking like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, just like when he used to butcher pigs. Thinking about it now, it's kind of funny. I wonder if my dad was thinking the same way a pig was back then, because he was also screaming and begging for mercy, his cries sounding so similar to a pig's. It was so annoying; his screams were so loud I couldn't even hear what my mom was saying, that spineless bastard.
Three foreigners stood beside the bed. Two of them spoke Chinese, constantly hurling vulgar and obscene insults, seemingly to help them get an erection faster. The third foreigner was muttering in gibberish. Now I know he was saying the same thing.
Amidst my dad's pig-like screams, I saw the foreigners begin to move. Closest to me was a tall man with glasses and a gentleman's mustache.
I could see his penis was already very large and erect.
He walked towards my mother, grabbing her right breast with one hand, and mocked my father across the bed in Chinese, "See? These are your wife's breasts! Now they're in my hands. You all call me 'foreign master,' right?" As he spoke, he changed his grip, pinching the nipple tightly with three fingers, lifting it and kneading it incessantly. "I'm kneading her nipples. Have you ever played with her like this? Hahaha!" Two other foreigners beside him laughed, simultaneously moving over to fondle the left breast—a slightly overweight short man and a thin white man. The bespectacled
man who had initially been playing with my mother glanced sideways at the opening. At first, I didn't pay attention because he increased the pressure, kneading the nipple harder, and for the first time, my mother's cries drowned out the pig-like screams. Meanwhile, my father was still kowtowing, pleading for mercy, begging for his life, and saying things like, "Foreign master, please let me go." He didn't even dare to look at what was happening on the bed. Was the woman lying on the bed just a stranger? "How's it going? Feeling good, you bitch? Look at your man, he's begging us to let him go. Shouldn't we have some fun with you and then let him go?" the short, fat man yelled.
Surprisingly, I heard my mother cry out, "Please, please let him go! You can do whatever you want to me!"
Then came a pig-like squeal, "Yes, yes, play with him, let me go! She herself said it, 'Please, foreign sir, have mercy!'"
At the time, I didn't understand what they meant, but I suddenly sensed a change in my mother—a change in her demeanor, completely different from the woman who used to only know how to serve her husband and son. I can never forget that look of disappointment and hatred in her eyes.
"Let him go? Haha, let him watch! What a wonderful thing! Let him see how we play with his wife! And… are all the brothers' dicks hard? Let's get to work!" What else? I didn't know at the time, but their penises were already starting to throb. Two Chinese-speaking foreigners rubbed their penises against the base of my mother's breasts, one on each side, while the tall, thin man repeatedly slapped my mother's cheeks with his penis. Whenever my mother resisted, they would slap her body, hitting her face, breasts, and inner thighs. They also brutally whipped her genitals, making a loud slapping sound. Afterwards, they whipped my mother with a bundle of tied hemp rope, paying particular attention to her breasts and genitals. The three foreigners were incredibly excited by the woman's screams! Meanwhile, the fat pig tied up beside them just kept kowtowing and weeping, a useless pig.
The cruel whipping left her inner thighs and breasts somewhat torn and bleeding, but presumably the foreigners didn't want her to die too quickly, so they didn't let her bleed much. I still admire their skill. After the whipping, they untied the ropes binding the bed and then tied my mother's hands behind her back again. The bespectacled man lay flat on his back and began thrusting his thick penis into her vagina. I felt surprisingly little resistance as he entered; I didn't know if he had applied something or if my mother was just wet from excitement. The short, fat man tried to penetrate her anus from behind, but perhaps his penis was too large, as it took him a long time to go in. He eventually stretched her anus open, and only with the lubrication of blood could he finally enter. The tall, thin white man continued to fondle my mother's face, finally shoving his penis into her mouth, silencing her cries.
At that moment, I felt both fear and a strange sensation. I was incredibly excited, and my genitals began to throb. I was terrified, yet my body was burning. This was something I had never experienced before; later I learned it was my first erection. I gripped my penis tightly with both hands, terrified it would burst, while simultaneously staring fearfully at the opening, afraid to make a sound. This continued until the three men began to slow their movements, and my clenched hands began to loosen slightly.
First, the short, fat guy said, "I shot! I shot it in your ass!" in Chinese. I saw my dad, the fat pig, tremble and remain silent. Next, the tall, thin guy yelled and thrust into my mom's mouth several times. I knew he'd ejaculated too; amidst the noise, I could hear my mom coughing violently.
Finally, the bespectacled man was still pumping his penis in and out of her vagina; he hadn't ejaculated yet. He turned to my dad and said, "Your woman's vagina is too loose, I'm not satisfied, I can't even ejaculate! Damn it, what do you usually use to fuck her? Do you use your Chinese door bolt?"
The fat pig actually nodded, seemingly trying to appease him.
The bespectacled man continued, "Oh, that's really boring. How about I fuck your ass?" He moved towards my dad, who was kneeling on the ground. Several men lifted him up. To my surprise, his penis was also hard. The foreigners laughed heartily, cursing him in Chinese for being a slut and excited about his wife being fucked. Then they cut off his penis with a short knife, saying they wanted to test if a Chinese man's penis could still be used, and that they would insert it into my mother's vagina. Unfortunately, they were disappointed. The penis, cut off while enduring the sounds of slaughtering pigs, immediately went limp, and it was only with great difficulty that it was inserted into the vagina. The bespectacled man then inserted his penis again and began thrusting, probably to make the vagina even narrower. At this time, he glanced at me intentionally or unintentionally.
After a while, the tall, thin white man became hard again, and immediately bit off one of my mother's nipples, chewing it in his mouth, and using his penis to poke at the wound on her breast, thrusting it back and forth on the breast that was flowing with blood and fat. The bespectacled man hadn't ejaculated yet. He said a few words in gibberish to the other two, and then the tall, thin white man took out a small knife from a suitcase. It was very sharp. I only learned when I grew up that it was a doctor's scalpel, and I also remembered the tall, thin man's identity. He slowly used the knife to cut open my mother's lower abdomen, along the direction of the vagina. The bespectacled man's penis was still inside my mother's body; he was holding her down from below, while the short, fat man held her from behind.
I couldn't bear to look at the terrified look in my mother's eyes. I knew what they were going to do. The bespectacled man even told my father, who was lying on the ground oblivious to his own death, that he wanted to see if he could penetrate his woman's uterus. But the fat pig was no longer responding.
The tall, thin man's technique was very professional, at least that's what I thought. He cut open my mother's lower abdomen, trying to avoid excessive blood loss; if my mother hadn't kept writhing, I think she would have bled even less. He slowly pulled apart the intestines in her lower abdomen, not wanting them to break, revealing a bright red, bowl-shaped object. I think I saw something similar when I watched my dad slaughter pigs; I don't know if it was what they called the uterus. Cutting open the lower cavity, I could see a thick penis, the blood-red glans pressing against that bowl-shaped object. The bespectacled man seemed to have won, joyfully thrusting in and out. I saw the penis move differently, bringing out a lot of blood. Finally, with a howl, he ejaculated a white liquid. The white, cloudy substance mixed with the red blood reminded me of what adults often called brain matter.
My mother was already on the verge of death, laid flat on the bed, while the three foreigners pulled out their testicles in shock and fear. First the short, fat guy, then the bespectacled man, and finally the tall, thin guy, who was urinating while shoving his half-erect penis into my mother's mouth. I saw my mother's eyes suddenly sharpen, and she mustered all her strength to bite down. Haha, that damned doctor, that big thing was swallowed whole by my mother. Blood spurted out, splattering all over my mother's face.
Seeing this scene filled me with immense pleasure. I gripped my erect penis tightly with both hands.
Amidst my mother's ferocious smile, the tall, thin guy's pitiful wails, and the two foreign men's astonished fear, I ejaculated.
My first spurt of semen shot out from my still-erect penis. My hatred swelled instantly, my fear vanished instantly, and I knew what these three men had brought me. I vowed to make them compensate me with the most agonizing torture, to give me the same kind of pleasure!
I've only experienced this kind of pleasure four times in my life, and this was the first time. And that bespectacled man seemed to be intentionally letting this pleasure continue. Was he also looking forward to it? I guess so. Later I became even more certain that he was also expecting something, just in a slightly different way than me.
[The End]

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