Memories of Shanghai Female Educated Youth

Chapter 1: A Pervert Roams the Rubber Forest
My name is Shi Mei. I'm from Shanghai; my parents are ordinary citizens. I was sent to Xishuangbanna in 1975. Yunnan is a beautiful place. Large numbers of educated youth came here to receive re-education from poor and lower-middle peasants. In 1968, the first batch of educated youth from Beijing entered Xishuangbanna with the personal approval of Zhou Enlai. Later, educated youth from Shanghai and Kunming left their hometowns and came to the long border region to reclaim barren mountains and plant rubber trees. In
1970, under the great directive of "reclaiming and defending the border," the Yunnan Farm became the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps of the Kunming Military Region. A large number of active-duty soldiers entered the Corps, serving as officers at all levels from company commander to higher.
At that time, my skin was fair and radiant with a healthy glow. I had a rosy face, almond-shaped eyes, double eyelids, and a tall stature rarely seen in southerners. My full, firm breasts always swayed gently with my movements as I walked. Beneath her short skirt, her round, plump buttocks curved upwards in a graceful arc, complemented by long, shapely legs and a captivatingly slender waist. A youthful aura permeated her entire being. Back home, I often attracted a group of petty thugs to surround me; here in these mountains, everyone gave me strange looks.
I awoke from my sleep at the first whistle of the company commander of a certain company in the 16th Regiment. With the speed and agility of a soldier, I donned a short-sleeved shirt, trousers, and a leech-proof quiver, put on my headlamp, slung my rubber-tapping knife basket over my shoulder, slipped on my liberation shoes, and ran out of the thatched hut.
The undulating shadows of the vast forest outside obscured the dawn; hours later, the sun wouldn't reach this small mountain village, or rather, the company, within the territory of the 1st Division of the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps. One after another, the flickering headlamps signaled the start of another rubber-tapping day.
The headlamps converged on the road leading to the rubber plantation, winding and forming a long line, like a constellation of stars, or like fireflies dancing in the air.
Gradually, the lights thinned out, and people disappeared into their assigned sections of the forest, the dense rubber tree leaves obscuring the light and shadows. My section was on a hillside three miles from the company's camp, responsible for tapping and managing over four hundred rubber trees across several acres of forest.
At the start of my section, I took a short breath, drew my incredibly sharp tapping knife, and began to work. I tapped quickly and meticulously, but this didn't hinder the tireless activity of my youthful mind.
I had voluntarily come from the bustling metropolis to the dense forests of Xishuangbanna. The legends and mystique here attracted many young men and women like myself. We left our hometowns with lofty ambitions to transform ourselves and the frontier, dedicating our youth and sweat to every blade of grass and tree on the red plateau.
Yes, it was tough here; some went back home to take sick leave, and some even crossed the border into Myanmar. But I didn't do what those people did. I felt everything here was quite good. Especially the kind-hearted active-duty soldier company commander, who showed us educated youth, especially us young women, great care.
A slight rustling sound suddenly came from the woods above, and my heart clenched. I had heard of a wild boar that had bitten off half the thigh of a young male intellectual with a single snout.
I shakily looked up, and there was a bright light above me, indicating that someone was wearing a headlamp. I recognized him; it was the company commander, helping me tap rubber. I felt relieved. The company commander
appeared in various sections of the forest almost every day, checking on production or helping novices and slow tappers.
I finished tapping an hour faster than usual and sat with him on a small clearing at the top of the mountain. As soon as he came up the mountain, he spread out the tarpaulin hanging from his waist, sat down, and then let me sit next to him.
I swatted away the mosquitoes and looked for leeches crawling up, when just then, a strong hand crawled up my back, seemingly trying to shoo something away. I was grateful and smiled at him. He was smiling too, his eyes burning with a look I had never seen before, a look like a fire that seemed to devour me, making my face burn.
I didn't quite understand why he was laughing like that, so much so that I only started to feel dazed when his hand moved to my chest and unbuttoned all the buttons of my shirt.
I wasn't wearing a bra, partly due to the heat of Xishuangbanna and partly because I was practically living like a poor peasant.
As my shirt opened, my snow-white breasts and cherry-like nipples sprang out. He pressed down hard, one hand skillfully unbuckled my belt, and then slipped his hand between my legs.
I was instantly terrified. I didn't know what he was going to do, or rather, I was dumbfounded and helpless because I realized what he was going to do.
He quickly pulled off his own clothes and pounced on me like a beast devouring a small animal.
His hands grabbed my breasts, which were like ripe peaches, and kneaded them. He lowered his head and gently licked my pink nipples with the tip of his tongue, while his right index finger and thumb pinched and gently rubbed my nipples. I was still a virgin; I had never been touched by a man before. A jolt of electric current shot through my body, and I couldn't help but tremble slightly. My nipples gradually hardened.
"No... don't do this... um..." I trembled weakly.
While he sucked on my nipple, one hand slid down my breast, across my flat, white abdomen. After touching my soft genitals a few times, his hand moved to my plump labia, which were slightly parted. He parted them and pressed his hand against my tender clitoris, rubbing it.
"Oh... no... ah..." I had never experienced such stimulation before, and my legs involuntarily clenched and unclenched.
After playing with them for a while, he became hard as iron again, grabbed one of my small, cute feet, and while playing with it, prepared to thrust it into my vagina without any hesitation. I
resisted a few times, probably instinctively, but I was too weak. He made many promises to me: joining the Youth League, joining the Party, getting a new job, getting promoted, and so on.
I was furious, but suddenly a brilliant idea struck me. I shouted, and he immediately stopped. It seemed he didn't want to get rid of the "sesame seed" on his shoulder.
He was very angry, and I was also terrified. His power, the dignity of his red collar insignia and red cap badge, put too much pressure on me. He said, "Go back and think it over carefully, or you'll regret it." After saying that, he hummed a song based
on Chairman Mao's quotations and strode away. I finally understood why he was so kind to the female educated youth. We, these young and beautiful female educated youth, came from Beijing, Shanghai, Chengdu, Chongqing, and Kunming. We were indeed fairer and more alluring than the rural girls he had seen near the military camp.
He was like a hungry wolf, constantly searching for prey and choosing his method of attack. The rubber plantation was the best place; it was secluded and remote, and it was difficult to encounter others. So, he would take a tarpaulin and go into the forest every day with the hardworking rubber tappers, starting with the prettiest female educated youth. The second, the third… I almost lost count of how many victims I became under his control.
Because I refused the company commander, I was assigned to operate the sluice gate at the mouth of an irrigation canal twenty miles away, making the round trip every day in the sweltering heat of forty degrees Celsius. After half a month, I gave in and gave him a hint: I wanted him to come and keep me company at the sluice gate for a day. He kissed me while touching my breasts through my clothes. It was very hot in Yunnan, and my clothes were thin, and I wasn't wearing a bra. My heart was pounding, my face was red, and my ears were burning. After all, it was my first time, and it was still dawn. Then I felt his hands were so hot... Then he lifted my clothes and kissed me. I was terrified and pushed him away. But in the end, I agreed.
We stayed in bed like that. He touched and kissed me from the waist up, then took off my clothes, and he got on top of me. To my shame, until that time, I didn't even understand the structure of my own genitals. It shows how backward some of the education in our great motherland is!
At the time, I only vaguely knew that there was a hole under the labia majora, then a hole for urination, and then a vagina, but I didn't know that the vagina and urethra were not the same. Because of the previous kissing, some fluid was naturally secreted, so the feeling of him exploring with his middle finger was quite good. At that time, I felt like he and I had become a patient and a doctor, not like I was being seduced, but like it was a medical research project. I only remember repeatedly saying, "Gently, gently, I'm scared, it hurts, let's not do it anymore, okay?" But under his coercion and enticement, I had no choice but to cooperate. Later, I felt a warm little stick (middle finger) slowly entering my body. It only went in a little bit, and I immediately felt pain, but he continued to explore, gently touching left and right, up and down. Suddenly, I felt his finger slide inside, and I felt a sense of liberation. It felt quite good.
After a few touches, his penis was already hard and swollen, and he couldn't wait to spread my legs and press between them.
His hard thing pressed against my wet, slippery lower body, making me feel incredibly itchy. I had no choice but to bend my legs, reach down, and grasp his penis, placing it against my vulva. Beyond that, I didn't know what to do. He, of course, was experienced; with a downward press, his penis slid in.
"Mmm..." I groaned softly, my legs shifting slightly.
But... just like with my fingers at first, it only went in about 2 or 3 centimeters, completely hitting a wall. I'm very afraid of pain, and feeling the pain, I trembled and cried out to him, "Company Commander, it hurts! I'm scared, stop! 555555~~~"
He was also covered in sweat at that moment, and he said, "Don't be afraid." Then he started thrusting forcefully, and a sharp pain shot through me. I didn't know then that I should raise my buttocks, because the vagina actually has an angle. At that time, I could only lie flat and didn't know how to move. I didn't even dare look at or touch his penis then. Then my voice was trembling with tears as I cried, "Ah! No, it hurts, 555555~~." I only felt blood flowing down there, but I didn't know how much, I just silently endured it. I just felt something being inserted, a feeling of fullness, but strangely, the so-called tearing pain I had heard about before was hardly there at all, at most a little pain at the vaginal opening when it entered, and then nothing. After he went in, he suddenly stopped gently and asked if it hurt. I said it didn't hurt, so he began to carefully and gently thrust in and out, but poor me, I didn't feel any pleasure. He moved slowly at first because I was too tight down there, even though his penis wasn't very big. After my vaginal walls slowly expanded a little, he began to thrust vigorously, panting and heaving on top of me. Gradually, I heard "splashing" sounds from my lower body, my breathing became heavier and heavier, and my lips were slightly parted. Then he thrust a few times quickly, shuddered a few times, and lay still on top of me. Suddenly, I felt a heat, and a thick stream of semen entered my uterus. I was only just beginning to feel anything; I hadn't even had an orgasm.
He seemed embarrassed; the revolution hadn't even succeeded yet! I quickly ran to the toilet, sweating profusely, to wash myself off, still terrified that I might be pregnant.
When we got back, we slept in bed together. It was awful; the bed was covered in sweat and blood. I resolutely refused to try again. He probably still felt embarrassed about what had happened before and didn't force me. Then I started to worry, constantly asking him if I was pregnant. He said he didn't know, but he thought it was probably unlikely, but he still wasn't sure… And just like that, my virginity was lost along with the semen.
The next day, when I got to work, I noticed many people looking at me strangely. When I got to the company commander's office, I learned that I had been transferred to work in the company's mess hall. This was the easiest and most desirable job, something many female educated youths dreamed of. But I just felt disgusted; I didn't feel happy, and I had no interest in paying attention to the gossip. I just had this feeling that I wasn't a virgin, and I felt very lost and depressed. In his office, I kept asking him what to do, what to do if I got pregnant... Of course, he didn't care much about me. I could only secretly cry while watching the pots in the canteen.
For the next few days, I absolutely refused to have sex with him again.
A week later, the company commander's patience wore thin. He threatened to transfer me back to guard the dam if I didn't sleep with him. That very day, the deputy company commander's wife suddenly asked me if I had slept with the company commander. She said if I had, I should tell her, as they were fabricating charges against him. She even showed me many reports from female educated youth. I didn't know this was a political ploy by the deputy company commander to seize power. Naively thinking I had found a savior, I told her everything. After listening, she said to me, "Sister, go tonight, be a little humble, and we'll try to catch you in the act." I nodded hesitantly.
One night in a company of the 16th Regiment, a local cadre who had worked in state farms for twenty years, the deputy company commander, and his wife had been lurking near the front and back doors of the company commander's room for over an hour. I nodded to them, then walked into the room with a somber expression. Soon, the lights went out. We took off our clothes, caressed and kissed. For the first time, he began to kiss my breasts thoroughly and completely; it felt very good, and I felt a strong sensation, especially my clitoris (to this day, it remains my most sensitive spot, easily becoming erect and producing vaginal lubrication). Then we continued our unfinished revolution. Just like last time, he encountered a bottleneck as soon as he was about to penetrate; he couldn't get in. Then he withdrew his penis and used his fingers to insert it. There was some "resistance" at the bottleneck, but he easily entered. Then he began to roughly thrust his penis into my vagina again. So when we got to the bottleneck, he told me to relax and not to be tense, because when I tense up, I unconsciously clench my muscles. Then he told me to lift my hips slightly. I took a deep breath, twisted my hips a little, and lifted them slightly. Then he started to push, and it still hurt a lot. But this time he didn't stop; he just kept thrusting. I tried to push him away, but somehow I ended up inside him.
He was panting heavily and swearing, "I'll fuck... fuck you to death..." The bed frame was also shaking rhythmically. I didn't make a sound. Actually, to be honest, I felt really good, much better than the first time, but I knew someone was eavesdropping outside, so I had to hold back. Just then, someone started banging on the door. About
five minutes later, we quickly got ready, turned on the lights, and the company commander opened the door. The deputy company commander and his wife rushed in. The bed was already made, and we were all dressed. The deputy company commander asked us why we had turned off the lights. The company commander took out a commemorative badge that was glowing and explained, "We were looking at Chairman Mao's commemorative badge."
The deputy platoon leader's wife found something suspicious on the bedsheets. But the platoon leader vehemently denied it, and besides, it was normal for a bachelor like him to have something suspicious on his bedsheets.
The next day, the deputy platoon leader was actually accused of attacking the People's Liberation Army and destroying our Great Wall, and was sent for a self-examination. And I had no choice but to continue being one of the platoon leader's playthings.
Memories of a Shanghai female educated youth, Part 3: Suffering Humiliation One Saturday, I didn't have to go to work the next day, but the platoon leader called me to his room again. My sisters were used to me often not coming home at night, because many of them did the same, and you
never knew which junior leader would call them away. When he saw me, his eyes lit up. "I missed you so much these past few days... come here quickly." After he finished speaking, he hurriedly picked me up and put me on the sofa, "Hey... little slut... did you miss me..." After lifting my skirt to my waist and taking off my underwear, he hurriedly took off his own clothes, revealing his already thick, long, and hard penis. He lifted my fair thighs high and spread them apart with both hands, buried his head between my legs, and licked my slightly wet vulva with his tongue. First, he sucked on my labia majora, then inserted his tongue into my vagina, stirring it between the vaginal walls. I moaned, and soon my juices flowed out. "Stop licking...it's so itchy...oh...ah..." He seemed to be unable to hold back any longer. He stood up, supported himself on my thighs with both hands, and his big cock slid in with a "plop" along with my juices, leaving only my testicles outside. When his big cock was fully inside me, I breathed a satisfied sigh. "Oh...gently...ah...ah...oh...gently...your big cock is so big...you bad guy...so hard...you want to fuck me to death...oh..." I moaned lewdly as I swayed my plump buttocks to meet the thrusts of his big cock. Although I said "gently," I actually hoped he would thrust harder.
He flipped me over, kneeling behind me, his hands caressing my round, white buttocks. His large penis slid in and out of my vagina, drawing out a gush of vaginal fluid that dripped onto the sofa. "Oh...slut...your cunt is so tight...after being fucked by my big cock so many times...it's still so tight...ah...oh...how's it feeling...slut...is it comfortable..."
"Oh...oh...your big cock is so big...it feels so good...you're so good at fucking..." (Actually, it felt very good, but his penis wasn't that big. If I didn't satisfy him, he might go to see the dam again.) I swayed my body wantonly, my plump, white buttocks undulating with the impact, and my large, white breasts swaying back and forth. He grabbed my swaying breasts with both hands and kneaded them, while his large penis continued to thrust forcefully into my tight, pink vagina. The sounds of his penis pounding into my vagina, the slapping of flesh against flesh, and his lewd laughter filled the room, making it even more obscene.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'm coming...faster...harder..." I was indeed close to climaxing, just a little bit more.
Suddenly, the battalion commander knocked on the door, ordering the company commander to fetch the military map; they were going to hold an exercise. The company commander threw the key out through the small window in the door but didn't open it.
The battalion commander was furious: "You're in charge of tonight's exercise!"
The company commander had no choice but to open the door, but immediately locked it again.
However, someone else had the key to the room and quickly opened it. Behind a long, folded military blanket, they found me trembling, too afraid to move. I was still completely naked. Overwhelmed by tension and fear, and the fact that this was the first time in my life I'd been stared at by over thirty grown men, the climax I'd almost reached finally arrived. My hands gripped the sheets tightly, my toes hooked, my body tense, and a gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, followed by urinary incontinence, soaking the sheets. Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, forming a small puddle on the sheets. I lay flat on the bed, almost unconscious, my genitals red and wet. This gave the guards a feast for their eyes. Some kept licking their lips, some lewdly grinned, and some were stunned. Thankfully, the regimental commander was there; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Although the commander was also leering at me, he maintained a facade of propriety.
They didn't let me put on clothes, so I could only hug my shoulders, my mind blank, and leave naked.
Many people who heard the noise gathered around without restraint, gossiping and whispering. Several women said, "The water's still flowing down there, oh my, so shameless."
"Look at those big tits, and the way she sways her as she walks, she's obviously no good."
"That little slut, I knew she wasn't decent the moment she arrived. People say, if your tits are perky, you're definitely a slut. Look at those tits of hers, they're trembling as she walks, what good could she be?"
Several men said, "Her pubic hair is showing, and it's quite thick. A woman like that must have a high sex drive."
"That figure, that face, who could resist the temptation? If I could sleep with her for one night, I'd die on the spot."
The 16th Regiment Commander, Wu, interrogated me alone. I took the green military uniform he handed me, but only the top was on. I sat on the cold bench, my buttocks were ice cold, the top was tightly wrapped around me, and my long legs were crossed over each other, but no matter how hard I tried to hide, it seemed I couldn't escape the commander's lustful eyes.
"Commander, please let me put my clothes on, okay?" It was the first time I'd met such a high-ranking officer, and I couldn't help but plead with him. My clothes were all lying on his desk.
"Are you shy? If you're shy, don't do this." He fiddled with my underwear. Normally, female police officers should be present when interrogating female prisoners, but in this army, I didn't understand what kind of system it was. Seeing such a high-ranking officer terrified me.
"Name?"
"Shi Mei."
"Gender?"
"Female."
"Age?"
"15."
"Occupation?"
"Educated youth on a farm."
"Place of origin."
"Shanghai."
Hearing the word "Shanghai," his eyes seemed to light up, and he became much more energetic. He continued, "What's your relationship with that man?"
"He's our company commander."
"Where did you two meet?"
"At the dam."
"Who initiated it and who was passive?"
"What?"
"I'm asking who seduced whom?"
"He forced me."
"How many times?"
"More than ten times?"
"What time did you enter the room today?"
"Ten o'clock at night." "Did you take off your clothes yourself or did he take them off for you?"
My face was flushed, and I was still leaking fluid. I was so ashamed that I couldn't speak.
"Speak quickly, this is an interrogation, not a joke." Commander Wu shouted loudly.
"He undressed me."
"Did you give him oral sex?"
"No."
"Really no? Judging from your mouth movements, you must be good at it. How could you not use it?"
"Really no."
"What position did he use when he first penetrated you?"
"Isn't that obvious?" I simply couldn't bear this humiliation.
"This is necessary. You'll need to check your statement with that man later. If it doesn't match, you'll have to deal with it."
"Normal position."
"Stand up, let me see."
I'd learned my lesson. What's the use of being shy now that things are like this? So I obediently stood up. He said that in order to obtain evidence of adultery, he needed to conduct a thorough examination of me. He first took off the only piece of clothing I was wearing, and his lecherous hands began to carefully "examine" my breasts, making me itchy, and my lower body became wet again, as if to blame. He thought it wasn't obvious enough and that he also needed to examine my genitals. As soon as I lay down and spread my legs, he made me hold onto the table next to me with both hands and stick my butt out.
"Is this how?" I asked fearfully.
"Oh, yes, like this. Move it a couple of times, haha, you look pretty slutty." He laughed as he watched me move my butt back and forth a couple of times. I quickly sat back down, feeling ashamed.
"How many times did you fuck me? Did you change positions?"
"We changed to doggy style once, about two hours in total, and then you guys came in."
"Did you ejaculate?"
"No."
"No? Why aren't you being honest?" He got up and walked to my side. "Stand up."
I stood up tremblingly. He reached his hand down to my genitals, and just as I let out a "Ah," he grabbed at my wet genitals, smelled them, and said, "What's this? Your cunt is so wet, it looks like you peed."
"Then...then..." I stammered, not knowing what to say. Then I suddenly remembered. "That's mine."
"Are you married?"
"No."
“You said in a few days, I’d sue you for ‘corrupting the People’s Liberation Army and dragging cadres down,’ then put you on trial and sent to prison. How would they treat you then? They’d rape you, strip you naked, and lock you up with the male prisoners, making you too ashamed to ever show your face again. Whether you’d even get out of the male prison alive would depend on your fate.”
“Commander, I beg you, do whatever you want, just don’t send me to prison. I beg you, I’ll never forget your kindness, I’ll serve you like a slave, Commander.” I grabbed his clothes, pleading with him, my full breasts swaying in front of me.
Seeing his eyes fixed on my chest, I already knew the answer. Anyway, I was no longer clean; survival was the priority. I immediately burst into laughter through my tears, saying in a coquettish voice, “Uncle… please…” My soft breasts were already rubbing against his arm; that soft, trembling feeling, I knew this old man couldn’t possibly resist. Sure enough, he reached out and pinched my breast. "Tell your uncle the truth, if you're good, he won't make things difficult for you."
I simply told the regimental commander about my affair with the company commander.
The regimental commander basically understood, and looked at me lecherously. "This kid has good taste, you're a woman I can't resist."
I was naked at this moment, standing on the ground wearing a pair of white slippers, my thick pubic hair on display in front of him.
"Come, come with me to the inner room, have some fun with your uncle, and everything will be easier." He led me to the inner office. Of course, I knew what this lecherous man wanted to do; I was no longer a little girl. Now, I wanted to get through this as soon as possible, but I also really wanted to get to know this man, so I would have someone to rely on in the future.
The room was simple, with only an ordinary desk and a row of filing cabinets. He told me to sit down first, and he went out to arrange for the guard platoon to stand by and guard the interrogation room. Without his orders, even if a superior came, they had to be firmly blocked, and no one was allowed to come in and disturb us.
As soon as he entered the room, he threw a military uniform on the table. "Here, change into this."
I picked up the clothes and saw that it was a women's military dress uniform with a knee-length skirt. It was very beautiful, much more upscale than the military uniform I usually wore. I changed into the uniform, leaving the top unbuttoned. The crisp black uniform partially concealed my pair of snow-white, full breasts. The slightly small skirt clung tightly to my large buttocks, revealing my calves in flesh-colored stockings and white high-heeled sandals. My long, curly hair fell across my face from beneath my imposing peaked cap, adding a touch of allure to my sexy look. This was the first time I had ever worn stockings and high heels. I had never dared to dream of such luxuries before, and I felt a surge of excitement, completely forgetting that I was merely a man's plaything.
He pulled down his pants, revealing his dark, erect penis. "Come on, let's try your oral skills."
I suppressed a slight displeasure, deliberately swaying my hips and swaying my full breasts as I knelt before him.
A thick, hard penis dangled in front of me. I reached out and grasped the hot thing, bringing my lips to it. A faint, pungent odor emanated from it, far more fishy and pungent than I had imagined. But I could only kiss the glans with my soft lips. My small, warm tongue darted out from between my lips to lick the sensitive skin of the glans, slowly taking the entire glans into my mouth, then releasing it. The tip of my tongue constantly lingered and licked around the glans. He stood there trembling with pleasure, his hand reaching down to touch my face. Strangely enough, I had somehow learned this instinctively; this was the first time I had ever given a man a blowjob.
One hand gripped the base of his penis, while my mouth, filled with his penis, moved back and forth with my soft, red lips. As it gradually went deeper, my hands moved to hold his buttocks. Before my eyes was his dark pubic hair. Each time I swallowed, his penis was already deep into my throat, my lips almost touching his pubic hair. My mouth was already full of saliva, and the back-and-forth movements made kissing sounds, with saliva constantly dripping from the corners of my mouth.
To make him ejaculate faster, I kept rapidly stroking him with my lips. Although I had never given oral sex before, I thought that for a man to ejaculate, it had to be like moving back and forth inside a vagina, so I opened my mouth as wide as possible, even though my lips were a little numb, and kept swallowing and spitting quickly. I could feel his penis starting to harden in my mouth, and the vas deferens below his penis had hardened. He also started to breathe heavily. Just as I was about to speed up and make him ejaculate, he suddenly pulled his penis out, panting heavily, and sat down on the chair, making me stand next to him with my buttocks sticking out so he could give me oral sex.
I sighed inwardly. Based on my limited experience, a man's penis would be ruined if exposed to the wind. I moved my slightly numb lips, bent down, and kissed his erect penis. Holding his thigh, I took it deep into my mouth. Remembering how men always ejaculated quickly when they penetrated me deeply, I tried my best to take his penis into my mouth as well. The area at the back of his throat felt itchy, but as I pushed it further down, it became less uncomfortable.
In this way, I swallowed the glans deeply each time, sucking it tightly from the base to the tip with my lips as I released it, making him gasp for breath. He rolled up my military skirt with both hands, playing with my wet and sticky vagina through my stockings, while his other hand reached down to fondle my drooping breasts.
I quickly sensed his impending ejaculation. Despite his attempts to control himself, a thin trickle of semen oozed from his glans. I thrust twice quickly, accompanied by a nasal moan, and just as I took his penis deep into my mouth, I felt it throb.
I tried to lift my head, but he pressed it down, his glans plunging into my throat. A gush of warm semen sprayed into my throat. I struggled to lift my head, feeling the semen gurgling down my throat with each breath. When he released me, I looked up, tears welling in my eyes, a thin, milky-white mixture of semen and saliva oozing from the corner of my mouth. I retched and
gaggled twice; the sticky semen seemed to linger in my esophagus and throat, leaving a sticky feeling in my mouth. That feeling and the nausea it evoked in me made me averse to oral sex for years.
He pulled me close, making me sit on his lap, his hands fondling my breasts as he said, "You're really good at this, it feels so good. Don't worry, just come to your uncle if you need anything. If your uncle doesn't work, you can scold me. Leave that little brat to me, he definitely won't dare to bother you again. Don't worry, if he doesn't know what's good for him, I'll remove him from his position as company commander."
I, dressed in my military uniform, didn't say anything, my arms around his neck. Suddenly, I realized that although I had just given him oral sex, and it hadn't felt very good, there was still some pleasure, and my lower body seemed a little wet.
"I want to go back, Uncle," I said gently.
"I'll take you. From now on, you'll be closer to me than my own daughter. From now on, you'll be my goddaughter in front of outsiders, and no one will dare to bully you." He got up to get my clothes. After all, he was an old man, he didn't have the strength to do it a second time, but I knew there was always tomorrow. What awaited me was a road of no return.
I finally put on my long-unused clothes, although my lower body felt sticky and uncomfortable, at least I was properly dressed. I asked him for the military uniforms, stockings, and high heels. Seeing that I liked them, he patted his chest and promised to buy me more when he had the chance to go abroad, but told me not to wear them out in public. Of course, I knew these capitalist things shouldn't be shown off, but I still liked them. I let the regimental commander put his arm around my waist and got into his military jeep to go back.
At the door, I was naturally given a taste of his own medicine by the regimental commander. He wasn't afraid that I had just given him oral sex; he gave me a passionate kiss. The old guy was pretty good; he kissed me so hard my tongue almost blossomed. It was almost like he fucked me again in the car.
Disheveled and weak, I returned to my dormitory. The other nine girls offered insincere greetings, and I simply said, "I'm fine," before stripping off my clothes, quickly washing up, and collapsing onto my bed to sleep… Later, I learned that Commander Wu was from Hebei, but his wife was from Northeast China. He had also been having affairs with two female educated youths from Beijing for a long time; I was his third mistress. Perhaps having grown accustomed to northern women, he preferred me, a southern woman, and I was favored more often.
Not long after, I became pregnant. I told him, but I didn't know who the father was, as it happened around the same time my affair with the company commander was discovered. He found out and, despite his advanced age, had sex with me several times a day. Later, I learned it was to induce an abortion, but he failed. One day, he took advantage of my inattention and kicked me hard in the lower back with his military boot. I finally miscarried, but was left with acquired infertility. His cruelty terrified me, but I had to live this humiliating life every day.
Memories of Shanghai Educated Youth, Part 4: The Pervert Bows His Head and Submits to Justice. Later, so many educated youths like me were raped that someone leaked the news to the Central Committee. An investigation team from the Central Committee finally uncovered many facts.
My first man, that perverted company commander, was on the first list of those sentenced to death by the military court. His name was Zhang Guoliang, a name I will never forget. When he was exposed and taken to the execution ground, more than a dozen educated youths in the rubber plantation lost their virginity to his lust. Also executed with him was Jia Xiaoshan, the battalion commander of an independent battalion of a certain division. This active-duty soldier, who joined the revolution in 1942, had announced to all the educated youths in his battalion: "No one is allowed to wander around after 8 pm, otherwise they are not properly accepting the re-education of the poor and lower-middle peasants!" Yet, he rode in the battalion's only Beijing jeep, day and night, roaming freely among the various companies, using his power to take advantage of any pretty educated youth he fancied. He would drive on the highway and not stop when a political instructor tried to hitch a ride. This tyrannical man only realized his revolutionary credentials and military uniform were useless after hearing the death sentence, and he collapsed to the ground. My second man, Wu Jingui, the commander of the 16th Regiment, was expelled from the Party and the military, sentenced to life imprisonment, and deprived of his political rights for life. He was later released after the reform and opening up, and I don't know where he is. If I had known, I would have killed him.
After that, anyone who was exposed for having had relations with female educated youth was sentenced or punished. This was an extreme method inevitably adopted in an extreme era.
The process of determining guilt was not complicated. As long as the investigation team saw the whistleblower materials, went to the raped female educated youth for questioning, and the female educated youth nodded in admission, the male party could be arrested.
Initially, the female educated youth were also required to undergo gynecological examinations, but later an instruction came down: gynecological examinations of female educated youth were also a form of persecution. So this procedure was omitted.
The deputy company commander who arrested the company commander was exonerated.
Of the more than 200 active-duty soldiers in the 16th Regiment of the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps, over 30 were sentenced or disciplined.
The methods used to rape female educated youth, as revealed, were appalling.
The raped female educated youth suffered severe physical and mental harm; some were left with gynecological diseases, some were infertile for life, some became sex addicts, and some became frigid… All the raped female educated youth would bear a lifelong, incurable scar on their hearts. And I, I belong to the category of those who are infertile for life.
Should these grievances be solely attributed to those perverts? Aren't there other responsible parties?
When the Japanese army occupied Nanjing, they raped 20,000 women, a tragedy that shocked the world!
Shouldn't history and humanity remember the tragedy of tens of thousands of female educated youth who were raped?
At the time, in order to prevent us, the female educated youth who had already been known to have been raped, from being unable to live due to humiliation, another order was issued: we could be freely transferred within the entire division. However, the results of the transfers were not good, because whenever a new female educated youth arrived at a unit, everyone immediately understood why she had come there.
According to traditional Chinese values, whether raped or involved in promiscuous relationships, it was always the female educated youth who suffered!
Those female educated youth who went from rural areas to university, were promoted, or joined the Party, regardless of their innocence, were always seen as having paid a price, especially the more attractive ones.
On any map of China, you can find Hekou County, separated from Lao Cai City in Vietnam by only a river and an iron bridge.
One day in 1975, the 16th Regiment of the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps, stationed in Hekou County, entered an unprecedented state of alert. Roadblocks were set up at all intersections within a 19-mile radius, with militiamen armed with bayonets and People's Liberation Army soldiers with submachine guns on guard.
Early in the morning, thousands of Production and Construction Corps soldiers assembled in a tense atmosphere, departing from their respective companies, passing through checkpoints, and navigating densely packed streets lined with armed men, until they reached the foot of a hill. This hillside was usually unremarkable, covered with terraced fields dotted with sparse rubber trees, and a protected native forest at the summit, filled with bamboo groves and wild grass.
But now, as they turned around, they saw a dozen light machine guns and two heavy machine guns pointed down at the foot of the hill. This precaution was solely for the safe conduct of a public trial.
The educated youth from Hekou had participated in a similar trial shortly after becoming soldiers in the Production and Construction Corps, trying a sixty-year-old Yao man from the Dayao Mountains who had proclaimed himself emperor; the result was the execution of him and a dozen or so "ministers"!
In a pocket-shaped valley surrounded by mountains on three sides, a dozen prisoners stood in a row, trembling. A dozen or so armed People's Liberation Army soldiers stood in a row, automatic rifles held level, and at a command, pulled the triggers. After each soldier had emptied their guns, the soldiers ran away from the execution ground, and two police officers with pistols went over and fired finishing shots at the surviving prisoners.
This time was different; the subjects of the trial were different.
With a honking horn, the only car allowed into the public trial venue appeared on the road. The car stopped, and amidst a row of gun barrels, the roof window was opened, and a dozen active-duty soldiers were escorted into the venue.
Those being tried were officers and cadres of the Chinese People's Liberation Army! In an era when the PLA's prestige and status were at their peak, in an age when speaking ill of the PLA was tantamount to "destroying our Great Wall"!
A makeshift platform had been erected at the foot of the mountain, where several leaders from the Yunnan Provincial Military Region and the head of the military court sat with grim faces.
A dozen or so people to be tried stood on the platform, heads bowed.
In a somber, solemn atmosphere, a leader on the platform slammed his fist on the table and loudly announced...
Armed soldiers rushed forward, angrily tearing off the cap badges and collar insignia from the heads and necks of the dozen or so people being tried.
xxx, Deputy Chief of Staff of the 18th Regiment of the 4th Division of the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps of the Chinese People's Liberation Army…abused his power to rape eight female educated youths…xxx, Chief of the Security Section of the 16th Regiment of the 4th Division of the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps of the Chinese People's Liberation Army…abused his power to rape six female educated youths…xxx, …Company Commander, raped female educated youths…xxx, …Political Instructor, raped female educated youths…There was also an active-duty company commander who not only raped four female educated youths from Shanghai, but also had sexual relations with a heifer. This was discovered and exposed by an old man hunting in the mountains, and he was charged with abusing livestock. Those present were outraged.
The Deputy Chief of Staff of the 18th Regiment was sentenced to sixteen years in prison; he would spend the rest of his life in a military labor camp.
The Chief of the Security Section of the 16th Regiment was sentenced to six years in prison. His mother, a Party Secretary of a prefectural committee in Yunnan Province, could not offer him any protection. His young wife was pitiful, and she would bear the shame for the rest of her life.
What would those who had been raped and humiliated among the thousands of female educated youth in the courtroom think when they saw this scene?
Before this large-scale trial, two regimental-level officers from the 16th Regiment of the Heilongjiang Production and Construction Corps were executed. A battalion commander and a company commander from the 1st Division of the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps were also executed.
Subsequently, large-scale sentencing rallies were held in the Inner Mongolia Production and Construction Corps, the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps, the Guangzhou Military Region Production and Construction Corps, and in provinces such as Shaanxi, Shanxi, and Anhui, where large numbers of educated youth had been sent to the countryside, severely punishing those who had raped female educated youth sent to the countryside.
Chapter 5: The Nightmare Is Not Over
I numbly pushed open the door to the production team leader's house and walked in, step by step, with immense heaviness. Losing the regimental commander as a backer wasn't necessarily a good thing for me.
On the production team leader's table were half a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), a small plate of peanuts, a form recommending worker-peasant-soldier college students to study at Peking University, and the official seal of the production team's revolutionary committee.
He had told me beforehand that he had a spot at Peking University, and if I wanted it, I had to sleep with him. I wanted to leave this place and reach the pure land of Peking University; I was willing to pay any price.
I stood in the room, my eyes vacant, like a lamb offered to the altar.
He didn't even close the door, nor did he blow out the flickering oil lamp. He laughed rudely, his hands brazenly entwining around my soft waist, and groping my full buttocks, wantonly playing with them. His hands eagerly ripped off my clothes; a button on my shirt, due to his excessive force, came loose and flew off like a bird.
"Don't be so rough, I'll do it myself," I said, turning my back to him and taking off all my clothes. I didn't scream, afraid of being heard, but my heart and lower body ached together. Tears streamed down my plump cheeks. I knew I couldn't escape my fate; rather than suffer his torment, I would rather submit to him. I stripped myself naked, tightly closed my eyes, and lay down on the wooden bed, which reeked of sweat and stench. He was right beside the bed, greedily staring at my body from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. I possess a pair of alluring, full breasts, the nipples upturned and purplish-red like the seductive eyes of a succubus, enticing and arousing him, causing his lower body to swell with desire. My waist is slender, my abdomen flat and slightly protruding, and that tuft of dark, glossy hair, slightly curly—according to men, I am a woman with an exceptionally rich and intense sexual appetite. I don't crave gentle, tender affection; instead, I prefer a man to ride me like a wild, untamed horse, frolicking and galloping freely.
Normally, I am untamed, unapproachable, yet now I lie naked before him, like a little ewe led to the slaughterhouse. He made me lie face down on the bed, and then arrogantly thrust into me from behind. I had a plump, white buttock, and as he fucked me, he slapped my smooth muscles with his hands. He thrust left and right at will, and I, filled with resentment, was powerless to resist and submitted to his actions… When I stood up from the bed and slowly put on my clothes, he stamped the recommendation form with a large, blood-red seal.
This was the first time in our county that a poor peasant had recommended someone for university. Tens of thousands of educated youth in the county competed fiercely, and ultimately, only seventy-odd people received this incredible stroke of luck. I was the luckiest of them all, going to a prestigious university—the only one. During the pre-enrollment physical examination, the gynecologist was astonished to discover that none of the seventy female educated youth were virgins, and almost none of them had old, chaste lacerations—I was an exception, of course. Most of them had lost their virginity after receiving the admission notices.
The female educated youth had exchanged their bodies for a pass to leave the countryside.
From 1966 to 1980, tens of millions of educated youth (including so-called "returning educated youth") were sent to the countryside across China, half of whom were women. The number of women who were raped by perpetrators among these tens of millions is impossible to count. Most of these women were unwilling to reveal the truth, as Chinese ethics and morality would subject them to immense psychological and social pressure.
Some women who were raped and subsequently went on to university, join the Party, or become cadres were even less likely to expose their experiences. For example, an assistant security officer in a regiment of the Yunnan Production and Construction Corps was raped by a powerful figure and sent to university in Sichuan. Later, this same figure was exposed for raping other women, and when he confessed, he admitted to having had a relationship with her. When investigators went to Sichuan to question her, she vehemently denied it. The investigators returned disappointed, and the perpetrator received a reduced sentence of one year.
At the time, these perpetrators were all labeled as saboteurs of the "Down to the Countryside Movement."
These lecherous men deserved their fate. Regrettably, most of those who raped female educated youth were never exposed, and they died smugly proud of their past.
Ultimately, it was the weak who suffered; the trauma they carried was not only unforgettable, but also repeatedly caused by direct confrontations in real life.
Later, after graduating and being assigned a job, I returned to my hometown of Shanghai. On my wedding night, my husband beat me severely and kicked me out of the house because I wasn't a virgin, and I hadn't had the courage to tell him my past. My husband didn't forgive me because I would have been labeled a counter-revolutionary if I had resisted.
You know, almost all men have a virginity complex. Treat yourselves well, girls… It's all history now, and history needs to be known by future generations.
Now I live in America, with a loving husband and a boy and a girl we adopted from a Chinese orphanage, living a happy life.

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