My Life as a Factory Worker

After giving birth to two daughters, my mother-in-law never gave me a kind look again, and my husband's expression was so gloomy it could wring water. One evening, while I was cleaning up the kitchen, I overheard my mother-in-law whispering to my husband. It turned out she had asked someone to find a woman from the countryside, and my husband had already decided to divorce me. He had even started sending money to that woman's family and would sometimes stay there for a day or two.
He hadn't explicitly stated it, but I knew perfectly well what was going on. I planned to wait until my eldest daughter started elementary school and my youngest started kindergarten before agreeing to his demands, without him having to say it outright.
My heart was cold and bitter, but looking at my two beautiful daughters' faces, I managed to calm myself down.
To secure my future, I returned to work at the woodworking factory. Unexpectedly, just a few days after resuming work, Director Li, who had been so kind to me, was arrested and labeled a spy—a very serious matter.
Secretary Liu, who held absolute power in the factory, began to crack down on those close to Director Li.
I was also moved from the design studio to the workshop, where I started doing heavy physical labor and often worked overtime.
I wasn't afraid of the hard work itself, but I dreaded coming home so late every day. Fortunately, my youngest daughter had been weaned for a while, and my mother-in-law made some thin porridge every day, so the two children weren't hungry.
One day, the factory was rushing to finish a batch of carved wooden furniture for Beijing's National Day celebrations, which was supposedly going to be placed in the Great Hall of the People. We worked until almost midnight.
I swung my arms and followed everyone home.
Carrying my bag, I gradually dispersed from the group, still some distance from my husband's dormitory at the locomotive factory. I walked quickly, and as I passed a dark alley, my heart started pounding. Every time I walked this path, I was terrified, always afraid of encountering bad people. Walking along the alley, I really hoped to see my husband coming to pick me up.
When we were dating and newly married, my husband would always pick me up after my night shifts. His strong physique as a railway worker made me feel completely at ease. I would put my arm around his waist and walk along this dark road, wishing it could be longer so I could sneak a few moments of intimacy with my beloved. Now

, my husband was nowhere to be seen. Alone, I felt the road was too long, never ending.
As I walked, I almost jogged, when suddenly one of my shoes came undone, nearly causing me to fall. I looked down and saw the strap of my cloth shoe was undone.
I bent down to tie it, and as soon as I looked up, I was so startled I almost fell to the ground.
Right in front of me, in the middle of the road, appeared two dark figures. The one in front of me was holding a dagger, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
I was stunned. My legs went wet, and a few drops of urine welled up. Trembling, I stood up, bent down, and handed him my bag, whispering, "Brother, there's some change in my bag. Take it, please don't hurt me."
A shadowy figure took the bag, rummaged through it, pulled out the loose change inside, stuffed it into his pocket, and cursed, "Is that all?"
I stammered, "That's all I have. If it's not enough, I'll go home and get more for you."
The two shadowy figures laughed and said, "You're trying to have us arrested, aren't you?"
I was almost crying as I said, "That's all the money I have. Please, let me go. I have two children, and I have my mother-in-law and husband to take care of.
" The shadowy figure laughed, "Not enough money? We've been guarding here for ages, and this is all we've got? That's not enough."
The other shadowy figure said, "Search us, see if you have anything else."
The guy with the dagger held the blade to my neck, while the other started rummaging through my clothes.
I only had a handkerchief and a house key in my pockets; I had no money at all.
After searching for a while and finding nothing, the shadowy figure with the dagger asked, "Anything? Anything?"
The shadowy figure groping me muttered, "Nothing at all."
The man with the dagger pushed the shadowy figure away and began groping me. This guy wasn't searching for money at all; he was groping me all over—my hands, waist, thighs. Seeing I didn't resist, he used the dagger in his mouth to knead my breasts. I was terrified; my body went limp, and I didn't have the strength to push him away.
The shadowy figure pushed my shoulders, forcing me to turn my back to him. One hand kneaded my buttocks, while the other reached down from my waist, aiming for my groin.
I felt his rapid, hot breath on my neck, and the warmth of his trembling hands. My most sensitive area was being roughly touched and pinched by someone who wasn't my husband. I froze instantly, not just physically, but mentally as well. The already dark environment became even darker.
I clung to his arm, and he bent his upper arm, slipping it inside my clothes, groping for my waistband.
I didn't dare stop him; I only symbolically tried to protect my belt.
Another shadowy figure, seeing no movement for a while, approached and asked, "What the hell are you doing? Hurry up."
The shadowy figure touching me said, "Damn, what's the rush? It's a woman. Let me touch her pussy."
The other shadowy figure seemed a little scared and shrank to the side.
The shadowy figure holding me swept his leg, and I sat down on the ground with a thud. He went around to the front, pushed me down, and reached in with both hands, beginning to shamelessly rummage through my belt.
My mind came back a little, and I started to protect the end of my belt, preventing him from pulling it. The two of them were silently tearing at each other.
This shadowy figure got annoyed and turned his head to say, "Zhu Zi, come here, hold her hands down.
" The one called Zhu Zi jumped over, grabbed my hand by the moonlight, and pulled it back, fixing my hand above my head.
The guy grabbed my belt, thought for a few moments, and quickly unbuckled it. I desperately tried to close my legs to prevent him from pulling down my pants, but his body was firmly stuck between my legs, making it impossible for me to close them.
He pulled my pants, along with my underpants, down to my thighs in an instant. My bare buttocks felt the cold ground. The moment he stood up, I finally managed to close my legs, trying to use my knees to push him away.
But as soon as my legs closed, he pulled my pants down even more easily to my knees, and I let out a soft cry. He paused slightly, then suddenly leaned back, my pants slipping off my legs. He also plopped down on the ground, holding my pants and underpants in his hands. My lower body was left with only a pair of cotton socks and cloth shoes.
The pillar that had been holding my hands laughed, and the guy who had fallen chuckled as he got up. He threw the pants in his hands, started kicking his belt, and then pulled down half of his pants. In the darkness, his legs seemed quite white.
I curled my legs up, knees pressed tightly together, letting out soft sobs and groans. The dark figure squatted in front of me, forcefully spreading my knees apart before pressing down on me.
My legs were wrapped around his waist, and suddenly, all my strength vanished. I gave up resisting completely, collapsing to the ground like a dead person. I closed my eyes, tears of humiliation streaming down my face.
The dark figure pressed down on me, tearing open my shirt, lifting my vest, pulling up my bra, and grabbing one of my breasts with each hand, kneading them roughly. It hurt and itched at the same time. After a while, he released his grip, bracing himself against the ground on either side of my shoulders, and brought his lower body closer, thrusting wildly between my legs.
I could clearly feel that warm thing poking around in my genitals, but it couldn't get in. Suddenly, the dark figure growled, and I felt a sudden heat between my legs. A hot, sticky substance sprayed onto my crotch. I secretly rejoiced; the guy had actually come. The
guy holding my hand asked curiously, "Old Pig, what's wrong?"
The other guy said, "Damn, haven't had a woman in ages. Just a few thrusts and I'm done."
Zhu Zi chuckled, and Old Pig said, "Damn, this woman's breasts are so soft. Feel them a few times."
Zhu Zi released my hands, knelt on my head, pressed my hands down with his legs, and began to rub my breasts. His crotch was right in front of my face, and I smelled a strong, pungent stench. These two guys hadn't washed or changed their clothes in ages.
Zhu Zi rubbed my breasts vigorously, constantly pinching my nipples between his fingers. Lao Zhu squatted down to the side, panting heavily. Zhu Zi
seemed to enjoy the rubbing and rubbing, and even started to groan softly.
Lao Zhu said, "Nice breasts, right? So fucking soft, Zhu Zi. Have you ever fucked a cunt before?"
Zhu Zi groaned and said, "Never. I've never even seen
one." Lao Zhu got excited at this, squatted down in front of me again, and reached between my legs, forcefully digging his hand into my vagina. His thick fingers penetrated my body hard, and I shuddered in pain.
Lao Zhu said, "Zhu Zi, this woman's cunt is pretty tight. You should try it." I held his hand down first.
Zhu Zi excitedly got up, unzipped his pants, pulled out his penis, and pounced on me.
Before Lao Zhu could stop my hand, I instinctively covered my vaginal opening with one hand, and Zhu Zi's penis pressed against the back of my hand.
Suddenly, I felt dizzy, as if the person on top of me was my husband, and his penis was his. Instinctively, I reached back and grasped his penis, skillfully guiding it to my opening.
Zhu Zi didn't notice my movement and, following my guidance, thrust in.
I jerked forward, feeling a thick, hot penis halfway inside.
My body stiffened and curled up for a few seconds before Lao Zhu pressed my shoulders down and flattened me to the ground.
It was probably Zhu Zi's first time having sex with a woman. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do after penetrating, before starting to push in forcefully. Having given birth to two daughters, her vagina was relatively loose and easily accepted his penis. I couldn't tell if it was bigger than my husband's, but I could clearly feel it was much hotter.
You don't need to learn how to fuck a woman. Zhu Zi penetrated as deep as he could and instinctively began thrusting. I hoped he would ejaculate quickly, and it happened very quickly. Zhu Zi hadn't even thrust 20 times in total when he suddenly shuddered, and I felt his hot semen spray into my vagina. Then Zhu Zi collapsed into my arms.
I pushed him away, and Zhu Zi, supporting himself on the ground, got up. His still-erect penis slid out of my vaginal opening with a loud, limp pop in the quiet night.
Old Pig heard this sound and laughed sinisterly. Zhu Zi sat down heavily on the ground, panting heavily.
Old Pig asked him, "How is it? Comfortable?"
Zhu Zi, panting, replied, "Comfortable, comfortable. I'd heard in the cell that fucking a woman was comfortable, but I never imagined it would be this comfortable."
Old Pig's hand rummaged around in his crotch, and he moved closer to me. I became even more nervous. Were these two released from prison, ex-convicts, or escaped convicts? As
I was lost in thought, Old Pig climbed on top of me again, rubbing his soft penis against my stomach, but he just couldn't get hard.
Old Pig's somewhat obese body wasn't as muscular as Zhu Zi's, and he rubbed my breasts very hard, which hurt me. I vaguely hoped that Zhu Zi would do it again, rather than being so rough with Old Pig.
Old Pig seemed very experienced. While rubbing my breasts, he leaned his head close to my face and stuck out his tongue to probe my lips.
I smelled a nauseating mixture of cigarette smoke and bad breath, but when his tongue parted my lips, I slightly opened my mouth, and his tongue entangled with mine.
Old Pig's penis still wouldn't get hard. He knelt beside me, kissing me while vigorously masturbating, hoping to finally have sex.
After struggling for a while, Old Pig got impatient and pulled me up. I half-squatted on the ground, shrinking back and lowering my head.
Old Pig pulled my hair, and I raised my head, my mouth facing his soft penis. He forced his penis against my mouth, and I understood what he meant. I opened my mouth and took the salty, soft thing into my mouth.
Old Pig growled in a low voice: "Suck harder, or I'll draw all over your face."
I endured the pain of my scalp being torn, helplessly licking and sucking his dirty thing.
My mind drifted to my husband when we were dating. Once, they were on a long business trip, spending more than a week on the train. When they got home, they went straight to me. We were separated for a week during our passionate relationship, and I missed him terribly.
The two of them hugged and kissed and touched each other for a long time. I was on my period and couldn't have sex, so my husband made me suck him. I unzipped his pants, took out his penis, and found a lot of dirty, gray stuff in his crotch. I got some water, washed it clean, and then sucked it.
Now, this old pig's penis must have a lot of that dirty stuff in it too, which I've now licked into my mouth and swallowed.
I don't feel any shame anymore; all I want is to finish quickly so I can get away. I hope these two guys are satisfied and won't kill me to keep quiet.
The old pig's penis got hard again. He seemed hesitant; I guessed he wanted to fuck me down there but didn't want to pull his penis out of my mouth.
Zhu Zi, watching from the side, got excited again and asked the old pig with a smirk: "Brother, how about you fuck me and give me some oral sex?"
Old Pig chuckled as he pulled his penis out of my mouth, walked behind me, and lifted me up by the waist. I bent over, sticking my butt out, and Old Pig guided his penis between my buttocks, thrusting it into my vagina. Old Pig's penis was short and thick, but it was very slippery with saliva, making it easy for him to enter.
Zhu Zi didn't even pull up his pants, hopping over to me and putting his penis to my mouth. I had
no choice but to take his penis in again. Zhu Zi thought that oral sex also involved thrusting, so he held my head and forcefully pushed it in, making my throat feel stretched open, causing me to gag. Zhu Zi ignored my feelings and thrust relentlessly. My mouth and even my nose were filled with saliva and mucus, and I couldn't breathe at all. I tried to push Zhu Zi away, but I couldn't budge him. Zhu Zi held my head tightly, roaring and chuckling.
I gradually lost strength and couldn't even stand up. Suddenly, they both stopped and released me almost simultaneously. I collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
When I woke up, I was leaning against someone's chest. Before I could figure out what was happening, I heard someone excitedly say, "It's alright, it's alright, she's awake!"
I opened my eyes; it was already dawn. I was still half-naked, lying on the ground, my upper body against a man's chest. My thoughts slowly cleared. Looking down, I saw that my lower body was covered by a work uniform.
There was a man in front of me, wearing only a vest with "Red Flag Machinery Factory" printed on it.
Another man supporting me whispered, "Can you stand up? We'll take you to the police station to report this."
I turned to look at him. His face was very close; he had a square face with sharp features, light stubble, and looked very energetic. His arms were tightly around me, making my heart suddenly warm.
With their help, I stood up. The man in the vest handed me my pants. The two men turned away, and I endured the pain in my lower body as I put on my pants.
The square-faced man pushed over a heavy-duty bicycle and asked me, "Do you want to go to the police station?"
I thought for a moment and shook my head. The square-faced man said, "Where do you live? We'll take you home."
I said, "I live in the locomotive factory dormitory."
The two men helped me onto their bicycle and pushed me towards my husband's house.
I held onto the seat, steadying myself, a wave of fear washing over me. What if my husband found out and looked down on me?
Thinking of this, I suddenly gave a cold laugh, thinking: We're getting a divorce anyway, so let him look down on me if he wants.
I felt a sense of relief, and the events of last night replayed in my mind. The old pig was a middle-aged, overweight man, while the pillar was still a young boy. The pillar was gentler, while the old pig was lecherous and rude, just like my husband.
The three of them remained silent until they reached the vicinity of the dormitory. The square-faced man stopped and turned to look at me.
I got off the bus and smiled gratefully at them.
The man in the vest took off his hat and handed it to me, saying, "Brush off the dirt. Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about today."
I was even more grateful. I took the hat, brushed off the loose dirt, shook the hat clean, and returned it
to the man in the vest. The two men turned and left, and I stood there watching their retreating figures. The square-faced man was very tall and broad-shouldered, much like my husband's back. I stared at him from afar, somewhat mesmerized.
Back home, my husband was fast asleep, half-naked.
I quietly went to the outhouse in the yard, filled a basin with water from the tap, squatted down, and took off my pants to wash my lower body.
The cold water made my aching lower body feel much better. As I splashed water and washed myself, I suddenly heard footsteps. My husband stood in front of me, staring at me with a look of suspicion.
I glanced at him, ignored him, took the towel off my shoulder, spread my legs, dried myself, poured out the dirty water, and turned to go back into the room.
My husband followed me in, looked at me, and didn't ask a single question. Not a single word of concern.
Looking at his expression, I felt utterly hopeless about him.
I thought he knew what had happened between me and someone else. I was too lazy to explain, and he was even less inclined to ask.
We lay down and slept until seven in the morning. Our eldest daughter got up to get ready for school, and our younger daughter ran around in the yard.
In six months, she would be three years old and could go to kindergarten.
I got up too, ready to go to work, and my husband also got up and was washing up.
I made breakfast, and my husband ate silently. I stood beside him, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Take the afternoon off and get the paperwork done."
My husband didn't even look up, his face still in his porridge, and mumbled, "Okay, two o'clock this afternoon."
And so I left the home my husband had lived in for seven years and moved to a dormitory room the woodworking factory had given me.
My eldest daughter lived with me, and my younger daughter stayed with her father; we agreed I'd bring her over when she started kindergarten.
The peaceful days passed quickly, and both my daughters were with me. My husband also managed to bring that country girl home;
apparently, she was pregnant.
One day, a colleague and I were buying some drafting tools for the factory when suddenly there was a commotion. Everyone rushed onto the street. We turned to look and saw three Liberation trucks approaching. The first and last trucks were manned by fully armed police and military personnel.
The middle truck had police escorting a prisoner in the back. Two policemen were escorting one prisoner. Each prisoner wore a large sign displaying their name and crime, with a large red X over their name—they were all death row inmates.
The crowd seemed to relish the spectacle, instantly surging into the road, blocking the police cars.
I immediately spotted a very young prisoner named Wang Tiezhu, convicted of robbery, murder, and rape. I couldn't recognize him; was he the same "Zhu" from that night? But I had a feeling it was him. I stared at him. The young man's face was expressionless, his gaze fixed on the crowd, as if searching for something. I followed
his gaze and saw a boy, barely out of his mind, covering his mouth, meeting his gaze in the crowd. The two looked very alike; they were clearly brothers. The younger brother in the crowd was suppressing his grief, watching his older brother in the car.
Suddenly, I no longer hated him, nor did I look at him. Looking at the sorrowful younger brother, I almost cried too. I couldn't bring myself to hate the man who had gang-raped me; I couldn't understand it.
The police dispersed the crowd, and the car drove away, heading to the execution ground in the suburbs.
After finishing my shopping, I felt heavy-hearted. My colleague needed to buy some household necessities, so I found a wonton shop to eat while waiting.
Halfway through my meal, I noticed someone staring at me. I looked up and froze. It was that young man, about ten meters away, staring intently at the wonton bowl in my hand.
I glanced at him; he noticed me looking at him, paused for a moment, blushed, and turned away.
I guessed he was hungry.
I called the waiter and bought another bowl, watching the young man. He couldn't help but look at me again. I smiled and invited him to eat.
The young man hesitated. I beckoned again, and after a long pause, he came to my side. I handed him the bowl, and he mumbled a thank you before starting to eat.
Watching him wolf down his food, I felt a pang of unease.
Halfway through, the young man looked up and smiled at me, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth; his smile was innocent and pure.
The young man said, "Sister, thank you. I have no food coupons, no money. Do you see any manual labor I can do for you? I'm strong."
I said, "You're not from around here, are you?" The young man
nodded.
I looked around and lowered my voice to ask him, "Is that person on the bus your brother?"
The young man was stunned and looked at me: "How did you know?"
I said, "I saw you two looking at each other, and I saw you covering your mouth and crying.
" The young man lowered his head and said, "That's my brother. I'm satisfied just seeing him one last time. He can leave in peace now.
" I
nodded and said, "You're so honest, how come your brother..." The young man looked up at me and said bitterly, "My brother is also very honest. Because someone bullied my mother, he hit that person and was sentenced to prison. He was supposed to be out in a few years, but in prison he met a bad guy called Old Pig. He tricked my brother into escaping with him, and then he did a lot of bad things..." When I heard "Old Pig," I was even more certain that the person was that Zhu Zi.
I nodded, and the young man said, "Big sister, you're so kind, otherwise I would have fainted from hunger."
I said, "Are you going back?" The young man nodded.
I took all the money out of my pocket and handed it to him, saying, "This is all the money I have on me, take it."
The young man stared at me blankly, hesitant to take it.
I smiled and said, "Take it, I know your brother."
The young man was stunned, looking at me. I said, "I'm not lying to you, I really know your brother. Your brother's nickname is Pillar."
The young man looked at me in disbelief, I stuffed the money into his hand, turned around and left. Leaving the young man sitting there, dazed.

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