[My wife, after she went out] (11-15)

Author: Li Yiyi
Word Count: 19252
Chapter 11
My wife and her two nieces stood timidly at the bottom of the steps. They had never felt so helpless and afraid.
They glanced at Da Mao's angry expression and the man in the white coat with a dark face, gesturing for them to go up. My wife and the other two women
knew that if they resisted, they would suffer the same misfortune as the fat woman. Their minds were in chaos
and blank. They could only give up struggling. Some of them obediently twisted their buttocks and stepped on the steps, moving
their thighs apart with difficulty, placing their feet on the red bricks on both sides, and squatting down shakily...
The three women present felt as if they were showing the world their dirtiest and most private
organs. A strong sense of shame assaulted their brains.
They couldn't believe that such a thing was happening to them. They lowered their heads like children who had done something wrong, letting their hair cover
their feverish faces.
The crowd admired the women with their vulvas wide open, revealing their most shameful parts: their full, slightly sagging breasts
with dark red areolas, three large buttocks, and dense pubic hair forming an inverted triangle between their legs. They exuded
a mature woman's charm, a mix of shame and panic.
The group secretly chatted and admired the three women's vaginas. The man in the white coat picked up
the disposable plastic urine cup that the fat woman had just thrown away. He noticed that the three women on the table were all looking down. Women's natural
shyness made them cover their genitals with the small plastic urine cups in their hands, trying to finish quickly.
He noticed that the three married women in front of him were all quite plump, with particularly thick pubic hair and very exposed labia.
Their features were very similar. He suddenly had a strange idea and shouted, "Stop! We haven't disinfected yet,
what's the rush?"
"Put the urine cups in front. Disinfect the vulva first, then the vagina." The man in the white coat said
, holding a large tray with a bottle of iodine and a stack of sterile gauze. He used
tweezers in his gloved hand to dip the gauze in iodine and gave each of the three women a piece.
Three women were wiping their genitals with small gauze pads held between their left index fingers. The man in the white coat, enjoying
the women's shy expressions and watching their awkward postures, suddenly had a wicked
thought. He ordered my wife and the others to insert the used, sterilized gauze pads into their vaginas for disinfection
.
The three women's naked lower bodies displayed the beautiful curves of mature women; their full buttocks and thighs appeared extremely
elastic. There was a tuft of black hair between their thighs. Following his instructions, they used their hands to spread their labia
and laboriously stuff the small gauze pads into their plump vaginas. Their movements were somewhat
awkward due to their shyness.
"Have you all inserted them for disinfection?" Seeing that the women had basically finished, the man in the white coat, to further
humiliate them, ordered them to look down and check their genitals again. Then he and Da Mao examined each of the
women's most shameful parts one by one.
My wife, who was squatting at the very back, had something stuffed into her vagina before she grabbed it.
The underwear that had just been stuffed in was rubbing against her vaginal walls, causing some pain. Now, the small gauze soaked in iodine was
irritating her again, causing an uncomfortable sensation inside her vagina. Therefore, she didn't stuff it all the way in as the doctor in the white coat had instructed;
a small piece of gauze was visible between her labia minora.
When the doctor in the white coat noticed, he pointed between my wife's legs and shouted with a dark face, "I told you to put it in there
to disinfect! Didn't you hear me?"
My wife quickly lowered her head and examined her genitals. She looked embarrassed, and a lingering sense of shame made her
stammer, "I...I..."
The hateful doctor in the white coat, seeing my wife squatting on the ground, utterly ashamed, thought she must be
terrified by their aggressive attitude when they were with that fat woman. Seeing her hands trembling uncontrollably, he deliberately straightened
up and stared at my wife, commandingly saying, "If you can't do it yourself, I'll do it!"
"The posture must be correct for proper disinfection!" The words from the man in the white coat drew the attention of the other security guards present.
He chuckled and squatted down, noticing my wife's hands seemingly covering her genitals, as if he was about to
insert his hand. He looked up and lewdly said, "Hands on your knees, legs open, back and chest out... um...
that's right!"
My wife's hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, her brows furrowed, her slightly open eyes revealing a dazed
and confused look. She knew that angering these people would be very disadvantageous for her, and with no choice, she humiliatingly
followed the man in the white coat's instructions to assume the posture.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, my wife trembled as she squatted down, opening her body. Her naked upper body trembled slightly, her two
large, white breasts swaying, and her lower body straining to spread her legs wide, her plump vulva revealing her brown
labia minora, her genitals stretched taut, even the labia parted, and her vaginal opening wide.
And so, with my wife completely isolated and helpless, amidst everyone's admiring gaze, she pressed her hands to her knees, tensely
straightening her body. The man in the white coat squatted beside her. He knew that under the influence of iodine, the vaginal walls
were completely contracted, and there could be no secretions inside. He pervertedly used his
two gloved index fingers to forcefully insert into my wife's vagina…
"Ah…" A wave of pain shot from my wife's feet to her head. Instinctively, she twisted her body, trying to avoid the man in the white coat's
hand. Clearly, she was in great pain, but dared not cry out anymore, only pleading with the man in the white coat with helpless eyes
.
"Not even inside yet… why are you twisting?" the man in the white coat harshly scolded my wife in a low voice. Her body trembled,
too frightened to move or speak, only helplessly raising her head, humiliatedly allowing the man in the white coat's fingers to continue
teasing and tormenting her.
After the man in the white coat groped my wife's genitals, he stood up with satisfaction and told my wife and the others that they could take the urine sample cups and
urinate in the same position as before. However, he insisted that the urine must be more than half a cup, not too much and not too little. He
also mischievously reminded them that this place was specifically for collecting urine for testing, not a toilet, and that they could urinate anywhere.
The transparent plastic urine sample cup was actually very small, like a small teacup. In a normal hospital urine test...
The women would relax their bladders and urinate, then collect the urine in a collection cup, but according to the white-coated officer, this
was not allowed.
Left with no choice, my wife and two other women had their perfect lower bodies exposed before everyone. Their round, plump buttocks and full
legs were spread apart as they squatted on the red bricks, their open vulvas completely exposed to me. Below their abdomens seemed like a vast
, black primeval jungle, stretching endlessly—the mons pubis, labia majora, perineum, and around the anus…almost the entire
groin was covered in black hair. Their two boat-shaped labia majora were reddish-brown, and their two drooping, exposed
labia minora were also spread open, revealing the vaginal opening. Positioned and holding small cups, the white-coated officer then gave a lewd command
: “Begin…”
The woman suspected of prostitution hadn't
urinated since being arrested that afternoon for having sex with her husband. She'd been terrified and nearly incontinent since the intruders broke in, and had been holding it in ever since. So, upon hearing the white-coated officer's
instruction, her brown labia parted, trembled twice, and a stream of yellow urine
gushed from her vulva, shooting into the urine collection cup before overflowing...
"Smack!" The white-coated officer slapped her head, his lewd gaze sweeping over
her flustered state as he chuckled, "Wow...wow...stop...stop..."
The woman's face contorted with embarrassment. She quickly tightened her bladder, forcefully stopping the flow,
then blushed deeply, saying, as if explaining or pleading, "I...I really need to pee!"
"Oh! You need to pee? This isn't a toilet." The doctor in the white coat looked at where the woman was urinating, and seeing
two drops of urine clinging to her labia, he added, "Okay, take the cup down."
"Hey...hey...what are you two doing? Hurry up." After the woman carefully carried
the cup containing her urine down, Da Mao, who was standing nearby, said to the aunt and my wife.
A moment later, the aunt's face turned red as she strained desperately, moaning softly, her whole body
trembling. Finally, a small stream of urine dripped out and fell into the cup. She breathed a sigh of relief, then
carefully carried the cup containing the urine down.
Meanwhile, my wife, having drunk little water since leaving home and being brought here, had been
humiliated twice while urinating. Now, although she tried her best to relax her gluteal muscles, she simply couldn't urinate. So she raised her mournful face,
looking at the man in the white coat, her eyes filled with fear. She said, both scared and ashamed, "I...I can't urinate
?"
"Oh! Can't urinate? What's the reason?" The man in the white coat deliberately raised his voice and asked again, "Is your urination
blocked?" He wanted my wife to open her fat vulva and expose her urethra for him to see, which he
watched with smug interest.
Just then, a fat woman's pleading cries came from the examination room, terrifying my wife.
She was terrified that the doctor in the white coat and Da Mao would take her into the inner room for a forced urination test. Despite her trembling body from being touched
so roughly, she disregarded her shame and pleaded in a panic, "I...I...I don't need to pee...
can I just drink some water?"
The doctor in the white coat remained unmoved. Da Mao, standing nearby, mischievously ordered a security guard to bring a large glass bottle
of Tsingtao beer. He opened the bottle with a lighter and handed it directly to my wife, ordering, "Drink it all,
quickly!"
My wife trembled. She knew she had no choice and obediently took the beer bottle.
Seeing my wife's hesitation, Da Mao asked the doctor in a lewd tone, "Doctor
, if you don't need to pee, should you drink from the top or the bottom to get pee faster?"
"Haha...ha..." The man in the white coat didn't answer, but instead let out a knowing laugh. My wife's face turned as
white as paper, her body trembling slightly. She bit her lip, helplessly tilting her head back to drink her beer...
Seeing my wife drinking her beer in such an awkward position, Da Mao didn't urge her. Instead, he
called the security guard to bring the other three women over. They were made to squat down in the same position as before, and after disinfecting their vaginas with small gauze soaked in iodine
, they were inserted and a little urine was released into a cup.
The other three women had been hearing the fat woman's cries and pleas for mercy coming from the examination room, and seeing my
wife being forced to drink something, they knew they had to cooperate well here, or they would suffer. Fortunately, they
hadn't been to the toilet since they were arrested, and they did feel the urge to urinate. After almost completing the urine collection process, they all
squatted down one after another.
At this moment, my wife, while struggling to finish her beer, watched the other three women next to her quickly
finish urinating. She was extremely terrified.
"Finished drinking? Time to pee?" The man in the white coat took the beer bottle and coldly questioned her.
"Um... um... I..." My wife's beautiful face was contorted in pain.
"What's wrong? Stand up, let me see..." Seeing that there were no other women around, the man in the white coat boldly
reached out and pinched my wife's nipple, pulling it upwards as he spoke.
My wife was still half-squatting in discomfort. When the man in the white coat suddenly pinched and pulled her nipple upwards, her body
trembled involuntarily, and she pressed her hands on her knees and stood up.
"You drank the water too, is it blocked here?" Before my wife could react or reply, the man in the white coat put down
his hand that was pinching her nipple and immediately reached down to tease my wife's exposed labia and clitoris. His eyes were fierce as he stared at her sharply,
and he sneered, "Do you want to go to the inner room... and call a few people to help you clear it?"
"No... no... I..." Tears welled up in my wife's eyes, whether from shame or fear.
The man in the white coat continued to probe and insert his fingers into my wife's vaginal muscles, while his other hand pressed and kneaded her lower abdomen
. Her bladder and abdomen were simultaneously being stimulated, the sensations throughout her body like electric shocks. My wife
bit her lip tightly; a sudden, intense urge to urinate overwhelmed her brain, the intense pressure from her bladder pushing her to
the brink of collapse. Her face flushed with shame, she almost wanted to disappear into a hole as she hurriedly said,
"I...I...pee..."
"Don't move...pee standing up...I'll help you!" Seeing that his actions were having an effect, the man in the white coat used his fingers to press firmly against
my wife's urethra, while his other hand held a urine sample cup to her vaginal opening, extending his fingers to spread her labia.
He pressed the entire rim of the cup against her vulva, then leered at my wife and said, "Okay, start... one
drop at a time!"
At this moment, my wife could no longer think about shame. She gave up and trembled her fair thighs. Suddenly,
a small stream of yellow urine shot out from her private parts, splashing onto the cup. Her excited body trembled uncontrollably
, wetting the fingers of the doctor in the white coat holding the cup. Obviously, my wife ignored his demands. The doctor in the white coat
revealed a fierce look. He grabbed her vulva with his fingers, and
said in an angry but firm voice, "One drop at a time, didn't you hear me? You think you can urinate for us to see!"
"Doctor, let her do it herself!" "If she dares to urinate even half a drop out of the cup... um... um!"
The words and gestures of the men present, including the big hairdresser and the security guard, were used to intimidate my wife. My wife, whose urine had
been piling up for a while, was forced to maintain this shameful position. Under everyone's coercion, she used one hand
to spread her labia apart, exposing her urethra, while holding a cup down in the other. Under everyone's scrutiny,
she felt increasingly embarrassed. Helplessly and shamefully, she relaxed her bladder for a moment, then immediately tightened it again.
A small stream of urine flowed from her wet, red urethra, thankfully not overflowing the cup…
"Damn it, who told you to pee like that!" The officer in the white coat was clearly angry. He snatched the half
-full urine cup, spilled it, and took a baton from a nearby security guard, angrily saying,
"You like peeing in front of people… don't you?"
My wife shook her head, confused and somewhat helplessly shy. Seeing the baton in the officer's hand,
she honestly asked, "What… what should I do?"
"Come over here and squat down!" the doctor in the white coat said, placing the urine sample cup on the
concrete slab between the last two squatting positions on the counter.
He told me to turn around and bend over. He spread my buttocks apart with both hands to look. My wife, yielding to the doctor's sternness, reluctantly
shifted her body to the side, standing above the urine sample cup, her legs bent downwards, and as instructed, used her
fingers to spread her two brown, outward-opening labia, exposing her urethra. She moved her
lower body as close to the cup as possible, then, her face flushed, she tried hard to control her bladder and contract her urethra,
moaning softly, her whole body trembling. Finally, a small, crisp "ding-dong" sound rang out, and a drop of urine leaked out, falling into the cup.
My wife held onto her labia tightly, not daring to let go. Then several more drops fell, the sound seeming to strike her heart, making her
feel utterly ashamed. Only when the cup was more than half full did she seem to breathe a sigh of relief, as if a sudden storm had passed
.
Throughout the entire process, my wife's long, flowing hair obscured her face, and her vulva was exaggeratedly spread open to the sides, striking
an extremely stimulating and sexy pose. The men present, witnessing my wife's performance, were already incredibly aroused.
Chapter Twelve
After my wife underwent the routine urine sample test, she was led to the original wall and
stood in a row with five other women. At that moment, the door to the inner room opened, and we could hear a security guard scolding the fat woman: "Get in
line over there, hands behind your head!"
The fat woman's naked body trembled repeatedly. Her pubic hair had been shaved off,
leaving her genitals completely bald, exposing her tender, white flesh. She felt utterly ashamed and could only sob as she walked
to my wife's side and lined up.
The man in the white coat, Big Hair, and the security guards stood around, their faces showing victorious, excited
smiles. Yes, how exhilarating it was to humiliate one strange woman after another!
The doctor in the white coat examined the group of lambs, nodded with satisfaction, and then asked my wife and the others to stick their fingers into
their bodies to dig out the sterilized gauze. He also explained that, according to the law, all suspects arrested
must be examined for sexually transmitted diseases by the investigating department.
When my wife and the others heard that they would also have to undergo STD testing, their faces were filled with surprise. They had
heard before that women caught working as prostitutes had to undergo STD testing, but they never expected that they themselves would have to undergo such a test.
The so-called urine test to check for drug use had already been a huge blow to their mental health, making them feel that their dignity
had been violated, that they had been raped, and that their personality had been insulted. Now, seeing these uniformed comrades in front of them, they
knew that they had to cooperate to avoid further torment. So my wife and the others
waited anxiously...
Da Mao, the leader, asked each of my wife and the others whether they had undergone STD testing. When he learned that they had not,
he knew that these rural women who had been captured were not well-educated, that they had even had their babies delivered by the village midwife, and that they
probably had never been to a hospital. Especially when he saw these silly women urinating, they obediently and
clumsily assumed embarrassing positions without raising any objections. So he stared intently at my wife and the others' expressions,
letting out a cruel and evil smirk.
"Stand still...listen..." Under the instructions of a security guard in a white coat, a bespectacled guard
announced the results of the urine tests, saying that they were all negative, proving that no one present had used drugs. After announcing the results, he even
registered them on each person's form in a seemingly professional manner.
"You absolutely can't touch drugs! I'm telling you... if you're caught using drugs, you'll be locked up in a rehab center
for two years!" Da Mao threatened my wife and the others. Seeing their seemingly relieved expressions,
he added with a dark face, "STIs are infectious diseases, and simply put, they're harmful. The government deals with these people very
strictly. If someone is found to have an STI, besides isolating and treating herself, everyone she comes into contact with and lives with
will also be tested. Then she'll be letting down everyone around her!"
"There are also some chronic STIs, such as vaginal itching, odor, and increased vaginal discharge. These
are all symptoms of chronic STIs, and people with the disease might not know it!" The man in the white coat knew that these symptoms were
normal for rural women. To further humiliate and insult my wife and the other women, he stood in the middle,
a smug, lewd smile on his face, and added, "None of you have any experience with testing. Let me tell you,
the next test is to take samples of your genital secretions for microscopic examination. Whether you have an STI or not
will be known in one test!"
Hearing Da Mao and the man in the white coat's words, my wife and the others felt a chill run down their spines, their hair stand on end, and
a fear that sent shivers down their spines.
At that moment, Da Mao, with a satisfied expression, said to my wife and the others, "According to the law, STD testing
involves personal privacy and cannot be done in public, so you will all have to go in one by one for the test!"
After saying this, Da Mao instructed the security guard to open a wooden door in the left corner of the examination room and led my wife and the other
seven people in a row inside to wait. It was a small room of a few square meters, formerly a storage room, but now empty
. My wife was the last one to go in when Da Mao stopped her, telling her to go first while the others
waited inside. He also ordered that they not talk or chat, and that if the surveillance cameras detected anyone misbehaving, they would be dealt with severely
. Da Mao then locked the back door with the security guards.
My wife was led into the inner room of the examination room. The lights were very bright, and the room was simply furnished.
The walls and floor next to the door were decorated with a white background like a photo studio. In the middle was an examination bed,
which was made by the blond guy and the man in the white coat using a massage bed that had been confiscated from a hair salon and covered with a white cloth. On the table next to it were containers
full of instruments used to torture women.
My wife, who had just entered, was told by the guards in white coats to wash herself in the corner. Feeling
quite dirty, she ignored everyone's stares and thoroughly washed herself with the tap
. As she dried herself, she realized she'd drunk a bottle of beer and felt the urge to urinate.
So she squatted down with her back to everyone, intending to relieve herself…
“No urinating here…” A security guard slapped my wife's buttocks. The guard in white coat added
, “That’s a toilet, isn’t it? You’re done… come here!”
My wife stood up and reluctantly walked to the examination bed. Her naked body displayed the beautiful curves of a mature woman;
her full hips and thighs appeared incredibly firm. A patch of black pubic hair clung to her thighs. Standing naked
before the guards in white coats, the man in white coats, and the guards, she seemed somewhat embarrassed and at a loss.
"Before the examination, let me tell you... To ensure the authenticity and objectivity of the examination, according to the law,
a doctor and the investigators must conduct the examination together to determine the results, and the entire examination process must be photographed for future reference.
Do you have any objections to us, the examiners?" Da Mao, wanting everyone to humiliate my wife to their heart's content,
maliciously asked her this question directly. My wife,
blushing deeply and overwhelmed with shame at being brought here with something on her record, was mortified to be naked in front of strange men .
Although she knew her most private parts were about to be touched and observed by these strangers
, how could she dare to object? She instinctively and futilely covered her pubic area with her hands, obediently
shaking her head in agreement.
"As a doctor, let me tell you... people with sexually transmitted diseases will have symptoms of inflammation and deformity in their sexual organs
. So, we need to examine your sexual organs, first to see if your physical development is abnormal, understand?" The doctor in the white
coat then launched into a scathing critique of the sanctity of medicine, which humiliates women. As he spoke, he led my wife to a white background decorated
like a photo studio and instructed her to stand in front of a scale in the center of the background...
Then, blushing, my wife obediently followed the doctor's instructions, frantically posing in various embarrassing
positions for everyone to scrutinize, to check for any abnormalities in her body, whether her development and sexual organs were normal.
She had to be shown from different angles—standing, squatting, lying down, kneeling—from the front, side, and back—
to see if her breasts and labia, the most private parts of a woman, were symmetrical and normal, and every action
had to be photographed.
No matter what pose the people in the white coats or Da Mao and the others wanted my wife to pose, she
had no choice but to
spread her snow-white thighs wide open, even exposing her bare buttocks and her dark, hairy female genitalia that had never seen the sun, for everyone to observe. My wife blushed as she did each pose, and thankfully,
no one touched her inappropriately.
At this moment, the man in the white coat asked the bespectacled security guard to bring the form. He then
summarized my wife's physical development and the condition of her genitals, concluding that she had hirsutism. He wrote the results on the form in a professional manner, then walked over
to my wife and pointed to the pubic hair on her genitals, saying, "You have so much hair, even around your anus
. That's abnormal development. You have a hormonal imbalance. No matter how much a man fucks you, you
have a very low chance of having children..."
My wife's purpose in coming to Guangdong to see her sister was to go to the hospital to check why she wasn't pregnant.
The man in the white coat's words seemed to unintentionally address my wife's doubts, making her believe that he was indeed a doctor
. She had heard that there were forensic doctors among the police, so perhaps this man in the white coat really was one. If so, she should
cooperate even more.
Da Mao, standing nearby, realized that the doctor in the white coat seemed to have hit on my wife's secret. He
glanced at the form in the doctor's hand; my wife's information clearly stated that she had been married for three years without children.
He admired the doctor's cleverness in scaring women. Da Mao chuckled to himself, thinking, "Haha, your husband's been
fucking you for three years and you still don't have a child? Well, later my dick can go without a condom and give you a good pounding..."
After thinking this, Da Mao praised the doctor's responsible examination while asking with feigned concern, "The doctor is really skilled;
he knew the reason for not having children at a glance. Is there any way to cure her symptoms?"
"Whether it can be cured...that depends on taking secretions from various organs for testing and analysis. We'll know after that. Come on...
lie down here." The doctor in the white coat first had my wife bend over on the examination table in a "knee-chest position," her exposed
buttocks facing everyone. He then had my wife spread her buttocks apart to expose her buttocks and genitals from behind,
allowing everyone to appreciate her full, beautiful buttocks and legs up close. Her smooth, snow- white buttocks
and the dark brown female genitalia between them were completely visible—a true sexual challenge! Afterwards, my
wife was made to lie flat on the gynecological examination table. Under the examination light, her dark brown female genitalia at the base of her snow-white thighs
were completely and clearly exposed.
"Women with a lot of pubic hair are most prone to STDs, twice as likely as normal. You won't get pregnant, but there's a possibility..."
"You could have contracted a sexually transmitted disease." The man in the white coat said this to my wife. My wife felt a sudden pang of embarrassment and
didn't know what to do. Her face flushed red, and she stared at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact. The man in the white coat deliberately brought out two
glass test tubes, one large and one small. The large one had a diameter of 7 centimeters, and the small one had a diameter of 3 centimeters. He waved them back and forth in front of my wife
, saying, "Now we're going to collect secretions from your vagina and anus. You need to cooperate properly; it's for your health
, understand?"
After saying this, the man in the white coat picked up the large glass test tube, felt around my wife's perineum with his left hand, and used his thumb and
forefinger to open my wife's vaginal opening. He then aimed the 7-centimeter-diameter glass test tube at the vaginal opening and forcefully inserted it at an angle
... They tried to insert it, but my wife's vagina couldn't handle something so big, and it wasn't lubricated enough.
The doctor in the white coat, seeing the test tube wouldn't go in, pervertedly forced my wife to relax and spread her legs wide, then forcefully
shoved it into her vagina...
My wife struggled to spread her legs wide, completely unprepared for the doctor's series of movements, her whole body
trembling, tears streaming down her face, her breathing erratic, her hands gripping the white
sheet covering the examination table tightly, feeling her genitals stretched taut, even her labia parted, her vaginal opening stretched wide. Despite her
cooperation and effort, the 7-centimeter diameter test tube couldn't be inserted into her vagina, accompanied by... My wife was experiencing waves of pain in her lower
body. What was particularly unbearable was that she had just drunk a bottle of beer, and her urination was already urgent; she almost
lost control. My wife clenched her teeth tightly, and could only plead repeatedly, "Ah...it hurts...no...no
...too...too big...I need...to pee..."
The sound of my wife saying "pee" was very soft, but the doctor in the white coat still heard it and noticed my wife's embarrassing state.
He knew that for a woman like my wife who hadn't given birth, a normal 7-centimeter diameter object probably couldn't be inserted.
Moreover, my wife's pleading and pleas gave the doctor and his men the motivation to continue humiliating her.
The doctor in the white coat saw my wife's dark pubic hair, bright red labia, and vaginal opening in all their detail. In his eyes,
especially at the small red opening of my wife's urethra, which began to twitch, he knew she was trying to tighten her bladder to stop the urine from coming out
. Pretending not to hear her pleas, he said impatiently, "Relax...try
again!"
After saying this, the man in the white coat instructed my wife to move her body, shifting her buttocks to the back of the examination table. He then ordered two
security guards to lift my wife's thighs, forcefully spreading and pressing them apart. He then parted my wife's labia minora,
revealing a small, pea-sized opening in her urethra. The man in the white coat
used one hand to block the test tube opening against the urethral opening, and with his left thumb and forefinger, he spread the still-contracting anus to the left and right, before forcefully inserting his right forefinger.
"Ah—" My wife couldn't bear the sudden, intense pain and stimulation, and screamed involuntarily. Her body
trembled violently, and a powerful stream of urine shot into the test tube...
"Stop...stop...stop..." The man in the white coat still had his fingers inside her anus, forcefully
digging and probing my wife's buttocks, stimulating her bladder to contract, causing her urine
to shoot out with the movement of his fingers. After doing this three or four times, the man in the white coat didn't want my wife to urinate freely and wanted her to continue holding it in.
So he withdrew his fingers, held up the half-full test tube of urine, and shook it,
laughing triumphantly. "You're in such a hurry to pee, aren't you?"
"Um...um...I can't hold it in anymore!" My wife pleaded repeatedly, her body trembling, her
voice filled with fear.
"Haha, you deliberately couldn't pee during the urine test earlier, and now you're deliberately peeing even though I haven't asked you to...
" The man in the white coat laughed, then suddenly slapped my wife's vulva with his hand, his eyes flashing with a fierce light as he stared at her. He
sneered, "I'm warning you, if you dare leak even a drop of urine during the test down there, things won't
look so good here."
My wife looked at the man in the white coat with a wronged expression, her clear eyes seemingly filled with endless sadness, choked with sobs, unable to speak
.
Chapter 13
Next, the man in the white coat took a test tube with a diameter of five centimeters, staring at my wife's face to observe her
expression, and said with a very wicked smile, "You've never had a child, so your hole is a bit small. This one's not bad, is it?"
My wife shut her mouth tightly and didn't make a sound. The man in the white coat inserted the upper part of the test tube into my wife's vagina,
lewdly pumping the test tube in and out of her body while kneading her erect clitoris. The hard, cold test tube
was instantly succumbed to the soft, hot... My wife's vaginal walls tightened, and her lower body trembled. The man in the white coat meticulously massaged her clitoris,
mimicking intercourse, thrusting in and out repeatedly. He inserted the test tube to its deepest point, teasing her cervix,
thrusting a few times and then gently flicking it. My wife felt an itch, soreness, and swelling in her vagina, along with a slight pain.
She couldn't bear it any longer, her buttocks twitching and jerking. Fluid welled up from her vagina, a few
drops of cloudy vaginal fluid gushing into the test tube.
The man in the white coat's technique was incredibly skillful! He intensely stimulated her genitals, causing her
extreme panic. This stimulation made her appear shameful in front of them! My wife's body
was out of control under the man in the white coat's ministrations; the itching and pain were unbearable!
The man in the white coat must have known the changes in my wife's vagina, seeing her flushed face and rapid breathing! He
smugly pulled out the test tube, while his other hand continued to rub my wife's clitoris, admiring the spots of her
vaginal fluid and the dense, dark pubic hair. Then, he pulled back the foreskin of my wife's clitoris and lewdly said, "Haha! Yours
is bigger than others! Okay... Check the anus..."
My wife looked confused, and even more so, helplessly shy: "How do I do it?"
The doctor in the white coat instructed my wife to turn around, bend over, and
lie face down, spreading her buttocks apart with both hands. My wife yielded to the doctor's sternness, helplessly turning over and lying face down, kneeling with her legs bent towards her abdomen, obediently sticking her buttocks
up. Her head was on the examination table, her long hair obscuring her face. Her entire buttocks were raised high, and her hands
silently reached up to her buttocks, grasping her two plump buttocks and forcefully spreading them apart,
displaying the shameful things inside to everyone, assuming an extremely stimulating sexual position.
"Very good..." The doctor in the white coat nodded in satisfaction, then approached and used his left thumb and forefinger to gently press down on the still-contracting...
He parted her anus to the left and right, and his right index finger suddenly plunged in. "Ah—" My wife couldn't bear the sudden
, sharp pain and screamed, her body trembling violently.
"Don't move! Lie down." The man in the white coat commanded my wife, then used his left hand to straighten her arched back.
His finger then moved inside her anus, causing her to gasp in pain, her hips swaying back and forth as if
trying to break free. She couldn't help but let out a loud cry, while the man in the white coat pressed down hard on her plump, round buttocks.
"Ugh…it hurts…" My wife instinctively tilted her head back, letting out a muffled cry. Her anus was
being pierced by the man in the white coat's rough, large big toe, burning with pain.
"It hurts? Have you been doing anal sex too much?" The man in the white coat looked at my wife's embarrassed and anxious expression and became smug
. He wanted to know if my wife's anus had been explored before, so his smile became even more wicked.
"No...I didn't..." My wife stammered, her face burning with shame, but she forced herself to speak.
Her face then turned a deep, bright red.
"No? Then why does it hurt so much with just a little touch?" the man in the white coat asked deliberately, then pulled
his finger out of my wife's anus and held it up to her, asking, "It smells so bad, didn't you poop today?"
My wife was utterly mortified. She dared not look at the man in the white coat's finger again, and could only shake
her head. It was too shameful! Too shameful! A young woman, naked, her buttocks raised, letting a strange man play
with her anus like this! My wife's heart pounded! She was too ashamed to speak!
"Oh! That's good. Then we'll use a test tube to extract your stool for examination." After saying that, the doctor in the white coat
pressed the small test tube against my wife's anus, found that plump little anus, and pressed the test tube hard. "Gurgle~"
The test tube went into my wife's anus about an inch deep. My wife frowned, then strained her rectum, and the anal
sphincter relaxed. The small anus suddenly widened enough to accommodate the test tube. The doctor in the white coat
pushed it in forcefully, and with a "squeak~", the test tube was inserted four-fifths of the way into the anus.
My wife seemed to tighten her anus slightly, her breathing rapid: "...Be gentle..."
My wife, as a woman, has a sense of shame, especially about having her anus examined by everyone, which
is a woman's most private part. However, the men in white coats, in order to further torture and humiliate my wife, used
the pretext of collecting stool samples for examination to insert test tubes into her anus, forcing her to maintain that
extremely humiliating position of lying face down with her buttocks raised high while defecating. The men in white coats and Big Hair, along with the other security guards, surrounded the examination bed, intimidating
my wife by telling her that she was not allowed to urinate but only to defecate, and urging her to hurry up.
My wife felt this was utter torture. How could a normal woman hold her urine and defecate, especially
with a test tube inserted into her anus while she was lying face down? Her face was as white as paper, and her thin body trembled slightly. She
bit her lip and pleaded, "I...I...want to pee first..."
"No!" Da Mao shouted angrily, then lowered his voice and said, word by word,
"Can't you poop?"
My wife looked at me with a wronged expression, her clear eyes seemingly filled with endless sadness, and choked out, "I...can't
..."
"If she can't defecate... then we'll have to block the urethra first before performing an enema!" The doctor in the white coat said,
then pushed over a surgical cart, opened a cloth bag on it, and took out a disposable catheter. It was
a catheter that the doctor in the white coat had modified; one had been cut into two. The one with a diversion bag was specifically for
women who couldn't urinate, and the security guards had already used it on that fat woman. The remaining
catheter, with a triangular valve, was specifically for women who urgently needed to urinate. This would block the
urinary outlet at the tip of the catheter, causing resistance as the catheter entered the urethra. When the sphincter muscles tighten further
, the lower abdomen of a woman with urinary urgency feels even more constricted and uncomfortable. No matter what, even if she manages to urinate, if it takes a little
longer, the large amount of urine accumulated in the bladder and cannot be expelled can lead to acute urinary retention, inhibiting the urination reflex
. Abdominal pain causes reflex spasms of the bladder and posterior urethral sphincter muscles, causing the woman to feel a bloating in her lower abdomen and a
dull ache at the urethral opening. Her tension and anxiety intensify. Furthermore, after the catheter is removed, the woman will experience urinary frequency,
a feeling of incomplete bladder emptying, lower abdominal distension and discomfort, and may even develop stress urinary incontinence or frequent urinary leakage. If a woman
loses control of her urination, it truly becomes an embarrassing nightmare.
The doctor in the white coat held a catheter with a valve attached. He applied some glycerin to the tip of the catheter as a lubricant, then
gently inserted it into the urethra. A triangular valve at one end of the tube was in the closed position.
After inserting the catheter, the catheter and valve remained less than twenty centimeters from the urethral opening. The doctor then mischievously
stuck it to my wife's large clump of pubic hair with medical tape.
My wife's mind went blank; she felt a foreign object irritating
her urethral wall as the catheter was inserted, causing a burning pain, which she silently endured.
The guards and security personnel around them quietly watched. They knew that any woman with some attractive features, if
they had something to hide or any excuse to manipulate or humiliate, would be given an enema to
thoroughly clean their anus and rectum, creating an opportunity for forced anal sex.
Then, the man in the white coat picked up a large syringe, drew most of the solution from a bottle, and watched as
my wife blindly obeyed. "Come on, bend over, relax a little, spread your legs as wide as possible
to expose your anus. After the enema is injected, try to hold it in for a while before defecating." He instructed my wife to lie face down, bend over
, and stick her buttocks out. Then, the syringe tip was inserted into my wife's anus, and immediately a stream of liquid entered her rectum. "Ah!...
" Everyone heard my wife let out an instinctive scream of unbearable pain.
"Get down," the doctor in the white coat commanded. My wife got off the examination bed, stood naked in front of it, her hands
futilely covering her lower abdomen, her head bowed. He pointed to the squat toilet in the corner, and my wife immediately knew what to do.
Her mind went blank, she lost all willpower, and she forced herself to walk to the squat toilet. As required by the doctor in the white coat, she had to
face everyone. As soon as she squatted down, urine and feces gushed out. Tears and sweat mingled and flowed down my wife's face
. My wife looked at the doctor in the white coat helplessly and shyly.
My wife stood before everyone like a zombie, ordered to kneel again on the examination table. The
doctor in the white coat cleaned her anus with gauze, then lifted her entire buttocks. Due to the stretching,
the anal buds around her anus were protruding, seemingly contracting tightly. The doctor injected a solution three times
to clean my wife's rectum. After seeing relatively clean solution spurting from her anus onto the toilet bowl, the doctor
injected an enema a fourth time. Without letting my wife get off the examination table, the doctor slowly inserted his index finger into her anus
until the entire finger was submerged . He rotated his finger and probed her rectum. At this moment, my
wife gasped and let out a soft scream: "Ah..."
Then, the doctor in the white coat used his other hand to pry open my wife's labia and pulled out the catheter inserted into her urethra
. Several pubic hairs were still attached to the tape. Suddenly, a sharp stimulation came from her genitals
, and my wife involuntarily trembled. She was suddenly subjected to such painful stimulation; her plump buttocks swayed violently as she tried to pull away
, and her entire body involuntarily recoiled forward, collapsing onto the examination table. The springs of the examination table made an unusual
sound...
"Alright...get down!" The doctor in the white coat laughed heartily and lightly slapped my wife's buttocks as she lay prone on the examination bed
. Seeing the humiliation my wife felt made her hair stand on end, cold sweat break out all over her body, and she bit
her lip tightly. Her beautiful, delicate face was filled with anguish, and her lower body trembled from the urge to urinate and the effects of the enema in her rectum.
The doctor in the white coat warned again, "Don't spill anything, or you'll be in trouble."
My wife quickly got up from the bed, but she was trembling all over, her face showing extreme fear. She looked as if
she had been struck in a vital spot, her face filled with panic. It seemed she was completely flustered and at a loss!
Chapter 14
The security guard in the white coat and everyone else stared at my wife, who stood naked and bewildered beside the examination bed.
They reveled in the tears streaming down her face after the torment of pain and shame. A surge of pleasure washed over them. Da Mao
said in a low voice, "Hurry up! The people behind us are waiting to be examined."
"Wait a minute, the examination form needs to be signed..." The bespectacled security guard, holding my wife's information,
laughed heartily, then solemnly asked my wife to sign and affix her fingerprints before handing the form to Da Mao.
Da Mao and two other security guards led my wife out of the inner room of the examination room and to a corner of the corridor outside. My wife
saw her familiar old gray leather suitcase on the ground. She didn't know how the suitcase ended up there. Of course, Huang Mao
and the driver had taken the suitcase out of my wife's van. My wife didn't think much of it. She
quickly squatted down and opened the suitcase. Inside, she saw a mess of things: her jeans and underwear from when she got out of the car to urinate,
her white shirt and bra that she had worn later, Hong Jie's lace transparent underwear and white underwear from the compound, two
hundred-yuan bills, and a ring...
"Who told you to rummage through it?" Da Mao glanced coldly at my wife and said in an unfriendly tone. He ordered
the security guards next to him to check the contents of the suitcase and take out anything that wasn't my wife's. In addition to the
items mentioned above, Huang Mao had also cleverly placed a condom with semen residue, five other unused
condoms, and a bottle of anal lubricant in the corner of the suitcase.
When my wife saw the items at the back, she was completely dumbfounded. She recognized condoms, of course,
but she'd never even heard of that small bottle of liquid, let alone seen any anal lubricant for women
. She only knew about it because the security guard had shown it to her as a joke. My wife quickly explained that it wasn't hers.
"Haha…this isn't yours, so why did you steal it…haha…" The security guard checking the suitcase
chuckled sinisterly, ignoring my wife. Following Da Mao's instructions, he
laid out the items that weren't my wife's on the ground, made her spread her legs, expose her vulva, and squat down. He then made her look up and point
out each item for a photo. Da Mao, while admiring the items, explained that these were my wife's tools for the crime, including the
clothes she wore and the things she carried. Everything else was stolen goods, so for the sake of objectivity, they should all
be photographed as evidence.
My wife, naively following instructions, completed the identification and photographing of the tools and stolen goods, genuinely believing this was standard
procedure, and dared not object.
After the security guard emptied the rest of the contents of the suitcase, he put the items he had just photographed back
in. The contents that came out weren't many: toothpaste and other everyday items, a prescription from a
folk doctor he'd seen when he couldn't conceive, my wife's wallet containing change and her ID, and some
clothes. The guard simply tossed my wife's wallet into the suitcase, closed it, and placed it on the other
side of the corridor.
Da Mao then kicked at my wife's clothes lying on the floor with his shoe. He wanted to take this opportunity to see
what kind of underwear a married woman like my wife usually wore. So he moved his shoe, kicking aside the clothes piled on top
, revealing a bra and panties underneath. A small wad of RMB tucked inside the pink panties
was suddenly exposed. This money was 1800 yuan that I had secretly put in before my wife came to Guangdong for medical treatment, to
avoid being discovered by thieves and to surprise her when she arrived. My wife was genuinely unaware of it, but now
everyone present noticed.
"Slap... Where did you steal this from?" Da Mao slapped my wife's big buttocks, glared at her,
and asked, "How much money is it?"
My wife didn't react for a moment, staring at the money on the ground with a shocked and horrified expression, her eyes
filled with disbelief and fear.
Another security guard bent down, picked up the money, and moved closer to my wife. He leaned forward slightly, staring at
her fiercely, his thick lips slanting to the right, his rugged face suddenly taking on a ferocious and evil look. My wife
was afraid of being hit, her voice timid and cowardly, filled with a sense of panic and fear. She hurriedly explained, "I...
I...didn't steal it...my husband put it there...how much money...I...I...don't know?"
"Haha...which husband put it there?" The security guard's fierce tone softened, and he chuckled loudly,
"You can't even say how much money it is, where did you steal it from?"
"It...it really wasn't stolen..." My wife's face flushed red, her expression full of embarrassment.
Seeing my wife's wicked grin, Da Mao sneered contemptuously, clearly disregarding her explanation.
He insisted she squat down for a photo to identify the money, saying he'd only explain after gathering evidence.
Then, the security guard handed the money to Da Mao. Holding the money, a sly smile flashed in Da Mao's eyes
as he looked at my bewildered and naked wife. He seemingly kindly offered the security guard some clothes for her,
casually slipping the money into his pocket.
Upon hearing this, the security guard raised an eyebrow, a lewd yet cold smile playing on his lips. He squatted down, rummaging through
clothes, deliberately finding a nightgown—one we'd bought for our wedding,
made of bright red silk, a short, loose-fitting, somewhat flowing and sexy style.
My wife blushed as she took the crumpled nightgown, her face flushed with embarrassment, saying it was too short and
would easily expose her, making her too embarrassed to wear it.
"How do you know if you'll expose yourself if you don't put it on?" The security guard sneered, glancing sideways at my wife, and
asked mockingly, "Do you like being naked?"
My wife was stunned for a moment, her stiff eyes turning as she stared blankly at the security guard's eerily menacing smile.
Helplessly, she lowered her head and pulled the nightgown onto her body. The nightgown was far too short; the hem barely
covered my wife's private area.
"Haha...it looks great!...So sexy!" Another security guard, seeing my wife clutching her skirt,
said irritably, "You said it would expose you, so let's see it exposed! Haha! If it does...we'll consider changing it..."
Seeing this, my wife took a few big steps, her steps a little unsteady. The security guards then made lewd gestures to peek at her.
My wife cooperated by bending over, and the skirt immediately rode up, exposing her entire round buttocks and a
thick tuft of dark pubic hair in the middle. At the same time, my wife listened to the lewd laughter of Da Mao and the security guards, and she could only
endure the humiliation of being teased.
Da Mao and the two security guards watched my wife's lingerie performance, a display of humility tinged with fear and apprehension.
After a few moments, Da Mao grinned slyly and said to my wife, "This outfit is so provocative, take it off
, take it off."
Da Mao personally picked up a bra, pink panties, and
a short-sleeved tracksuit from my wife's suitcase and threw them in front of her. My wife hurriedly and timidly took off her nightgown.
Looking at the clothes on the ground, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face. She quickly snapped back to reality and, embarrassed in front of everyone, put on
the bra, then the panties, and then hurriedly put on the tracksuit.
Da Mao saw that my wife looked incredibly voluptuous, mature, and sexy in the white tracksuit, exuding a
unique mature charm characteristic of middle-aged women, full of alluring and captivating allure.
At this moment, one security guard had already thrown everything my wife had emptied from her suitcase into a corner of the corridor,
while another guard brought out handcuffs, chuckled, and ordered my wife to put her hands behind her back, handcuffing her behind her back…
Chapter
Fifteen
My wife lowered her head, her long black hair hanging down, obscuring half her face, her expression filled with a melancholy. Her white
tracksuit accentuated her curves, and her swaying body made her appear pitiful.
Handcuffs bound her hands behind her back, and two security guards, one on each side, escorted her to a very tall and heavy iron
gate at the back, where they waited for it to open…
The gate opened, and four burly men in police camouflage uniforms stood in the courtyard. Two security guards escorted my wife
inside. The instant she stepped inside, my wife was stunned!
It was a large courtyard, a rectangular courtyard enclosed by two-story bungalows. The bungalows
were much taller than ordinary bungalows, about four to five meters high. The corridors were all sealed with thick steel bars and iron gates,
painted a dark green, giving it a sinister and terrifying appearance. To the south of the courtyard was a two-story office building, and to the north, east, and west
were also two-story buildings. The balconies were all enclosed in sealed iron cages welded from thick steel bars! Inside these cages were
people who were about to be deported. Many people had their heads squeezed between two iron bars, staring blankly out the iron windows!
The security guards standing at the gate handed over what my wife was accused of stealing, along with the forms from the initial inspection
, and then left. The gate closed, and four burly men in police camouflage uniforms dragged
my wife to the interrogation room next to the gate. The door to this interrogation room was just a large iron bar, like those used for confining livestock, and
a "Rules of Conduct for Detainees" was hanging in the middle of the wall.
"Damn it! A thief! I thought he was some nobody!"
Four burly men in police camouflage uniforms surrounded my wife, who was being escorted in wearing a conservative tracksuit. They all looked surprised.
After scrutinizing my wife, one of the men shouted, "Heh! A guy from out of town dares to come here and steal
... You've got some nerve!"
"Stand still!" My wife trembled with fear at the sight of the men in police camouflage uniforms as soon as she entered the interrogation room. She
stood awkwardly before them, her hands cuffed behind her back. The humiliation and fear she felt
were indescribable!
"Ah!..." My wife screamed in agony. The man who had spoken to her, seeing her casual standing posture
, punched her in the lower abdomen. My wife winced in pain, her beautiful face
contorting into a grimace. She hadn't expected this sudden punch; her
bladder was already engorged from drinking a bottle of beer, and the urge to urinate was overwhelming. The sudden blow, coupled with the inexplicable fear, caused her to involuntarily urinate,
spraying out like rain. The center of her sweatpants and underwear were soaked
, leaving large, obvious water stains that clearly revealed a dark, visibly raw area
. My wife felt a burning sensation in her genitals.
"Waaah...waaah..." My wife cried out in pain, feeling utterly ashamed and humiliated.
"Can't you stand properly? Back straight...chest out...thighs together...stand up straight!" the burly man
said authoritatively, patting my wife's body with both hands.
My wife quickly tightened her bladder to stop the incontinence, and without hesitation, she raised her head and stood up straight. She noticed that
the men around them were watching this lewd scene with great interest, their eyes filled with pleading, despite the pain and humiliation.
She begged for mercy, saying, "I...I...I need to use the toilet..."
"Tsk tsk, why is it all wet here?" Another burly man lewdly touched
the crotch of my wife's sweatpants, which were soaked with urine, and then asked hypocritically, "You came in without saying you needed to pee, and now you're peeing in your pants...do n't
you have any shame?"
"I...I..." My wife was filled with shame and embarrassment, sobbing uncontrollably, unsure how to
answer. Her lower body, being groped by the burly man, unconsciously tried to avoid his hands, her buttocks twisting in a struggle.
"Ah!..." The burly man punched her again, and my wife's breasts heaved in pain. She dared not twist her hips or struggle anymore
. Fortunately, she was prepared this time and did not lose control of her bladder. My wife pleaded in fear and terror, "Please
... don't hit me anymore..."
"How can you be so ungrateful? A comrade is just looking at you out of kindness, and you hide from him?" the man cursed. My wife
was too frightened to hide anymore, so she gritted her teeth and continued to stand still, her lower body exposed, allowing the burly man to "caringly" touch and play with her.
The burly man's face showed disgust. Seeing my wife's tense lower body and stubborn expression,
his desire to conquer her was further aroused. Then, the burly man repeatedly slipped his hand onto my wife's lower abdomen,
pressing down on her sweatpants. My wife's bladder, full of urine, was squeezed, and her stomach began to cramp. The irritating stimulation
assaulted her relentlessly. Her heart was once again tormented by the painful humiliation, the agonizing urge to urinate, and the unbearable pressure to defecate.
Her head thrashed wildly from side to side, and she shivered, cold sweat pouring down her back.
"What are you doing?" the burly man asked deliberately.
"I...I need to pee, I can't hold it anymore, please...please," my wife pitifully uttered this
embarrassing question.
At that moment, the burly man noticed some blankets and a metal kettle in the corner of the room. He picked up a
metal kettle that prisoners usually used, slammed it down on the ground, and then grinned maliciously, saying, "If you can't hold it,
pee in here!"
My wife, seeing that she was to pee in this kettle, looked surprised, her face flushed with shame, completely at a loss.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to pee?" the burly man asked my wife angrily. Suddenly, he grabbed her hair and
slapped her twice, yelling angrily, "Are the police here so easy to fool! You think you can just take what you want and not take it?"
My wife shuddered from the slaps, and tears immediately streamed down her face.
"Are you going to pee or not?" the burly man roared viciously, pointing at the urn on the ground. "Please, don't hit me anymore, have mercy on me!" my wife begged, 　　crying out
, "Waaah... I... pee... pee..." Seeing my wife crying and begging for mercy, the burly men became wildly excited, 　　pounding her body 　　even more frantically , forcing her to stand on the metal kettle. They were eager to see her humiliated. 　　One of the men leered at my wife and said, "Alright... begin..." 　　My wife silently lowered her head. Her submissive attitude was a great pleasure to the four men. My wife 　　had no choice but to obey; she had no other option. Without hesitation, she used her handcuffed hands to 　　pull down her sweatpants from behind, even twisting her hips to cooperate. But her sweatpants and underwear were only pulled down a dozen centimeters, 　　revealing a large tuft of pubic hair below her abdomen. Because her hands were handcuffed behind her back, her movement was limited, 　　and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take off her lower clothes. My wife's face was filled with shame and embarrassment 　　as she said, "I... can't take them off..." 　　"Haha... Call the police if you're in trouble... I'll help you!" Seeing my wife 　　's buttocks taut and stretched by her sweatpants, a burly man couldn't resist teasingly pulling down her sweatpants and underwear 　　, leaving a clump of messy pubic hair exposed. Between her long, shapely thighs, a thick, 　　dark, glossy patch of soft pubic hair... 　　"Ah... ah..." My wife, her lower body now exposed, trembled slightly. 　　Standing there with her private parts exposed, under the lewd gaze of four men, her snow- 　　white thighs seemed stained with shame, her lower body exuding an aura of humiliation. 　　"Ah..." My wife sighed, closing her eyes. Her naked lower body was being violated, and 　　she felt utterly ashamed. Her cheeks flushed with shame, but the urge to urinate caused her 　　legs, which had been tightly pressed together, to loosen naturally. Resignedly, she bent over, trying to squat down... 　　"Wait, that's not good!" Just as my wife was relaxing, trying to 　　squat down and conceal her genitals to urinate, the burly man who had brought out the kettle suddenly brought over a low stool. He 　　placed the kettle on the stool, leering and brazenly saying, "You're squatting too low and it's tiring, and no one can see. This is 　　much better... haha..." 　　My wife gave him a resentful look, her handcuffed arms supporting her upper body as she carefully adjusted 　　her buttocks, positioning her plump genitals against the kettle to meet the man's demands. 　　"Sprinkle it all in there, not a single drop can leak out!" the burly man roared hoarsely, his eyes 　　blazing with a terrifying intensity. He patted my wife's head, and the others joined in the jeering, hurling all sorts of vile 　　insults at her. 　　My wife was utterly powerless, her head bowed, tears streaming down her face, silently enduring the abuse. She had reached 　　the pinnacle of humiliation. Her lower body, trembling with shame and indignation, forced her to raise her buttocks to align with the sponge, leaving her anus and genitals completely exposed. She felt those burning gazes licking at her genitals, and the weight of the humiliation 　　pressed down on her 　　like the sky were falling . 　　The four burly men saw my wife with sweatpants and underwear hanging from her calves, her thighs spread apart in a half-squatting position. Her 　　two boat-shaped labia majora were reddish-brown, contrasting sharply with the black pubic hair on either side of her fair thighs 　　. The skin beneath the black hair was actually quite white, but it appeared somewhat dull due to the many hidden black hair follicles 　　. Her labia majora were very full, two high protrusions, and the glans of her labia minora, hanging out, 　　were dark red, tightly held between the labia majora. Because her legs were wide open, the labia minora were also stretched open, 　　exposing the vaginal opening. Below, there was a small fleshy growth at the anus. Overall, her vulva looked relatively clean. 　　At this point, my wife could no longer hold back; pale yellow urine poured down, accompanied by the continuous contractions of her vaginal walls and anal muscles.

With a contraction, my wife's urine sprayed into the metal jug, filling it more than halfway in no time. She was utterly
ashamed.
The four burly men surrounding her clearly saw her labia part, a golden stream of urine
gushing from her vulva like a galloping horse, trickling into the jug…
After urinating, my wife shook her body a few times to clean the remaining urine from her labia, but after a while, she
remained standing there motionless, obviously because her hands
were handcuffed behind her back, making it impossible for her to pull up her sweatpants and underwear hanging on her calves.
"All done! How does it feel?" The four burly men stared in disbelief, drooling. Fortunately,
one of them helped my wife stand up and asked, looking at her still naked lower body.
"Mmm…" my wife answered with difficulty, enduring the humiliation, then pitifully said, "Could you please help me pull
up my pants…?"
"Shy, huh?" Another burly man watched from behind as my wife's pants were pulled down to her knees
, revealing her plump, white buttocks. The fullness of her buttocks and the alluring cleft of her buttocks were sometimes visible, sometimes hidden. He
slapped my wife's buttocks, his small eyes gleaming greedily.
"Haha...shy? Why aren't you shy about stealing from others?" My wife's full, alluring
vulva was completely exposed to everyone. A large patch of soft, black pubic hair lay flat on her mons pubis,
and her pink labia were tightly closed at the base of her snow-white thighs. The burly men jeering and laughing, "Still blushing
...pretending...are you feeling guilty?"
"Oh right, I heard that thieves are often guilty, so come on... let everyone see if you're really..." The burly man with the kettle said as he
roughly reached behind and lifted my wife's tracksuit top, ripping off her bra. My wife's
two large, snow-white breasts bounced heavily out of her chest, exposing themselves like a pair of rabbits
. The other burly men laughed loudly, "Wow... so big... hahaha..."
"No...no..." My wife was speechless with shame. Her limbs trembled instinctively
as she looked at the lewd expressions of the people present, her beautiful eyes filled with both shame and fear. She couldn't help but beg again
, "Don't do this..."
In an instant, my wife's most private parts were completely exposed to the air. Her full, mature body was
practically naked. Her plump, bell-shaped breasts hung like white peaches on her chest. Between her legs,
hidden by thick black pubic hair, the two trembling labia minora beneath her plump vulva were clearly visible. Her
snow-white skin flushed slightly with shame, and her distressed and helpless expression only added to her allure.
"You dare to steal, and you still pretend to be a lady?" A burly man's face darkened, and he slapped my wife's bare buttocks
twice!
"Ah!" My wife screamed in shame, her two plump buttocks trembling pitifully, leaving
red handprints!
"You slut... stealing is shameful..." Four burly men stood around my wife, pointing at her body and
spewing vulgarities, hurling insults and reprimands at her relentlessly. They treated her like she was less than a cheap prostitute
, showing her absolutely no dignity.
In the few minutes she was taken into the interrogation room, my wife trembled all over, her head hanging limply, not
knowing what to do, her mind a complete blank.

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