【Slave Bride】(52) Author: Morishita

Author: Morishita
Word Count: 15022

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(52)

The farewell ceremony started at eight o'clock in the morning. Before that, Xiao Hui and I were kept under guard in the coffin room.

Poor Xiao Hui, she was fed a specially prepared lactation-inducing soup, and half an hour later her breasts were severely engorged. Moreover,
the rough material seemed to be rubbing her tender and swollen nipples very uncomfortablely, and she kept shifting restlessly.

I saw that her beautiful face was flushed, and she was occasionally frowning and biting her lower lip to breathe softly. Her slender hands, which were holding
the hem of her mourning clothes, were also tightly clenched. She must have been in great pain, but she didn't want me to worry, so she endured it silently.

"Are you alright?" I asked with concern.

"Mmm," she responded, forcing a smile to reassure me, but her pitiful appearance only made my heart ache more.

Sure enough, before the smile on her face could fade, it was replaced by a sudden pain, and
she couldn't help but groan.

"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously.

"Milk...it's...it's flowing out..." she gasped, her face filled with heartbreaking helplessness.

I saw her alluring breasts rising and falling beneath the linen, starting from the protruding tip, constantly becoming wet, the pink color of her nipples
faintly visible .

The fake monk noticed and walked over, his lustful eyes staring intently, coldly asking, "What happened?"

"Nothing..." Xiao Hui shook her head in panic.

"Nothing? Hmph," the fake monk sneered, "Yeah, right! Let me see!"

He grabbed Xiao Hui's front, and despite her resistance, he unceremoniously pulled it open to the sides,
revealing . Xiao Hui could only sob in embarrassment and cover herself with her arms.

"Let her go!" I couldn't help but shout, but was immediately kicked hard by the man in black!

"Master!" Xiao Hui exclaimed.

"If you don't want him to get beaten up, then behave yourself! Put your hands down!" the fake monk shouted.

Xiao Hui looked at me with tears in her eyes, slowly lowering her hands and no longer struggling.

The fake monk grabbed one end of the rope tied to her nipple and lewdly said, "Tsk, even with your nipples tied like this,
it's leaking."

Xiao Hui turned her face away in shame. Her full breasts, already engorged with milk, were bound at the tip with thin hemp rope, preventing the milk
from flowing out properly. Tiny, white, cloudy nipples kept gushing out from the glands around her swollen areolas,
pooling together before dripping down her beautiful breasts.

"Give her another bowl. We're going to make her produce a lot of milk today," Brother Biao said with a sneer.

"No, you guys... Oh!" I tried to stop him, but was immediately met with another round of kicks.

"Stop!" Xiao Hui struggled under the fake monk's restraint, anxiously shouting, "I'll drink whatever you want me to drink,
just don't hit my master!"

I also clutched my stomach and groaned, "Hui... no, you're so engorged..."

"Master, don't worry about me! This is my body! I want to drink..."

"Alright, seeing how much you care about your lover, I'll let you drink two bowls. Later, at the funeral, you can shamefully
spray milk for Bailin's classmates, colleagues, and relatives to see."

"Hui..."

Under my painful groans and reluctant gaze, Xiao Hui obediently finished two large bowls of lactation-inducing soup. Ten minutes later, Xiao Hui
's breasts were even more swollen. At first, I thought it was my imagination, until the breast milk, which had been constantly gushing out as small droplets
, turned into thin, weak sprays, I realized how potent the lactation-inducing soup was.

The fake monk closed the front of Xiao Hui's mourning clothes and re-tied them.

"It's almost time. You should go to the door and wait for the mourners."

"Her front is all wet. How can we let her go outside to see people? Especially since it's her husband's funeral?"
I couldn't help but feel indignant on Xiao Hui's behalf.

"Right, you didn't mention it was wet in the front, I forgot about this thing..." The fake monk seemed to remember something, and
took out a large, top-heavy, pull-ring-like dildo from his pocket.

"No..." Xiao Hui's beautiful face instantly turned pale. When she was forced to wear a chastity belt before, White Bear and
Huang Zhiming had inserted it into her vagina. The torment she endured then was now fully expressed in her fearful expression
.

"Hold on tight!"

At the fake monk's command, one man in black grabbed her arms from behind, while another squatted down and held her ankles
to prevent her from moving.

"Let her go!" I struggled to get up from the ground, but was immediately kicked hard in the back again.

"Master, no!" Xiao Hui struggled to suppress her excitement, her alluring breasts swaying beneath her hempen clothes. "
Let me go, I'll cooperate."

"Hehe, you're willing to cooperate with having such a shameful thing stuffed into your little hole? Sigh, your cuckolded
husband is truly pathetic, hehe."

Hearing the fake monk mention Bai Lin, tears of shame welled up in Xiao Hui's eyes, but she remained unrepentant.

"Alright, open your legs."

"No, Xiao Hui..." I helplessly watched her cooperate willingly, gritting my teeth as the fake monk inserted the large
vibrating egg between her legs, leaving only the hook protruding from her vulva.

At this moment, one of the men in black lifted me up from the ground and twisted me behind Xiao Hui, while another man in black roughly
unbuckled my belt and trousers, pulling them down to my ankles along with my underwear. After

inserting the vibrating egg, the fake monk continued to squat in front of Xiao Hui's legs, tying a thin rope to the hook that was protruding from her vulva
. Once that was done, he pulled the other end of the rope to my penis, looping it around the glans several times before tying a knot and tightening it. After

everything was finished, the man in black pulled up my pants, ignoring the rope still attached to my penis
, making it impossible to zip up the zipper; he just roughly fastened the belt.

"Alright, you adulterous couple who have wronged Bai Lin, go stand at the door to greet the mourners like this."

I couldn't ignore Xiao Hui's situation and couldn't help but plead for her again: "I don't care about you doing this, but Xiao
Hui is a widow. How can she go to the door? At least let her change into normal dry clothes!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Are you asking for a beating?" The fake monk clenched his fist.

"Master, I'm alright..." Xiao Hui reached behind me and gently grasped my hand. "I came here today
to atone for my sins, and with you by my side, your Xiao Hui isn't afraid of anything..."

"Hui..." I was moved and squeezed her smooth, soft hand.

But she suddenly shook her head. "But no, I can't be a burden to you..." She pleaded with Brother Biao and the fake monk:
"Let my master leave, I'll stay and atone for my sins. I don't care how I face Bai Lin's relatives and friends
, but it's none of my master's business!"

"Hmph, what a shameless woman, even at this critical moment she only cares about her lover!" Brother Biao sneered.
"What about Xiao Youxi and Xiao Pingguo? As long as your lover is alright, it doesn't matter what happens to them, right?"

Xiao Hui's tears immediately rolled down her cheeks when she heard her two daughters' names.

"Tell me! As long as your lover is alright, even if your two children with Bolin are played with at the funeral
, you won't say a word?"

"No! You can't..." Before I could finish speaking, Brother Biao pulled out a gun and pressed it against my temple.

"No!" Xiao Hui panicked, "I know what to do, as long as you let my master go!"

"Then tell me what you should do?" Brother Biao grinned maliciously.

Tears rolled down Xiao Hui's cheeks again, and she said in a trembling voice full of guilt, "I won't say a word..."

"When won't you say a word?"

Brother Biao suddenly pulled the trigger, my heart jolted, and then my lower body went weak. If my penis hadn't
been tied up, I would have already urinated.

"No!" Xiao Hui managed to cry out after half a second.

"Damn it! Forgot to load!" Brother Biao casually tossed aside the gun in his hand, immediately pulled out another one from his waistband, and
this time, after removing the magazine to make sure it was loaded, he pushed it back in, the muzzle once again pressed against my temple.

"No! Don't!" Xiao Hui's face turned pale, and she turned around, tightly grabbing Brother Biao's arm and pleading.

"Then tell me clearly, what will happen to Xiao Pingguo and Xiao Youxi?"

"Xiao Pingguo... Xiao Youxi... will also be... played with..." She said, tears streaming down her face, ashamed and in pain
. "And

you?"

"I... will watch them... be played with... obediently..."

"Hui..." I looked at her pale and beautiful face with a heavy heart, tears welling up in her big eyes.

"Will you help everyone?"

"Help..." Xiao Hui didn't understand what Brother Biao meant.

"Help everyone, deflower Xiao Youxi at the funeral."

"No!" I blurted out to stop him.

"Do you want to die!" Brother Biao pressed the barrel of the gun hard against my head, my neck tilted to one side, and my legs went
weak.

"No..." Xiao Hui gripped Biao Ge's hand tightly, shaking her head and pleading, "I'll help you... I'll help you...
Please take the gun away..."

"You said it yourself, if you don't do as I say at the funeral, I'll kill this worm after it's over, so that
after you're a widow, you'll immediately become a ghost widow!"

"I know... Please take the gun away, please..."

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Biao Ge grinned and moved the gun away from my head.

Actually, I knew that the possibility of him shooting at me was extremely small, but having a real gun pointed at my head
still filled me with indescribable fear.

However, I was so frightened that I lost control of my bladder, and the urine that was about to flow out was blocked by the rope in my penis, which made my entire
penis fully erect, sticking straight out of my pants.

This situation caused the thin rope tied to the glans to stretch taut, pulling on the other end of the plug attached to Xiaohui's vulva. This
made her sensitive body feel strange; her two smooth thighs, exposed outside her short linen dress, clenched nervously and
twitched slightly.

The fake monk glanced at his watch, stood up, and said, "Go to the door to greet the mourners!"

So, under their pressure, Xiaohui and I moved out one after the other. The thin rope pulling on our genitals
made our steps slow and difficult, especially Xiaohui. Her sensitive body caused her two white, bare legs to
tremble, and we could hear her pitifully suppressed moans.

It took quite a while to finally reach the veranda outside the memorial hall. There, a tattered straw
mat The widow, Xiaohui, had to stand on the mat to greet the mourners, while I stood close behind her, outside the mat,
pretending to be someone from the funeral company.

It was already dawn. Xiao Hui, dressed in her shameful attire,
trembled I held her cool, delicate hand, which calmed her somewhat.

But when the first mourner appeared, she was still so tense she felt she might faint into my arms at any moment.

The man had silver hair, a sharp suit, and a very imposing presence. His driver, a black Mercedes, took
him directly to the memorial hall.

He walked up to Xiao Hui, his eyes gleaming, his expression solemn.

"Madam, do you remember me?"

"I...I'm sorry..." Xiao Hui gently shook her head. In truth, she didn't even have the courage to look up at anyone,
let alone know who was standing before her.

"It seems Madam has forgotten. I am the boss of Delin Company, my surname is Sun, Sun Jushan..."

"You...hello...thank you for coming..." Xiao Hui responded tremulously, her delicate hand, which I secretly held, even
colder .

At that moment, even a second of conversation felt like a cruel, slow torture.

"Alas, I never imagined Brother Delin would die so young. Madam, please accept my condolences..."

Sun Jushan bowed to Xiaohui, but when he looked down, he saw two bare, jade-like legs and was speechless.

Xiaohui squeezed her two white thighs together, pressing down on the hem of her hemp robe, which was already too short.

"Oh! I'm sorry..." Seeing Xiaohui's reaction, Sun Jushan realized his lapse in composure and quickly straightened up, but
his gaze was drawn to a large expanse of alluring breasts soaked with breast milk.

"Madam... your... breasts... are all wet." His breathing became rapid involuntarily.

Xiaohui trembled violently. Although she knew she would be seen, the shame was no
less than before!

"Madam... Madam..." Sun Jushan called softly again when Xiaohui remained silent.

"I'm... sorry..." I felt Xiaohui trembling so much that she was about to faint, but she still had to answer the mourner's questions in the way the fake monk had
instructed .

"...Because...she's still breastfeeding...there's too much breast milk...it just...flowed out..."

"Hmm...hmm...I see...ah!..." Sun Jushan hummed twice and suddenly exclaimed, thinking he had
misheard. Then his breathing became more rapid, and he was a little unsteady on his feet: "Milk...Madam just said...breast milk
...?"

Xiao Hui trembled all over, taking it as a shameful admission.

"Hmm...this..." Sun Jushan staggered back a step before standing up.

It's just that the scene was too stimulating. No man would be psychologically prepared to see such a
blood-pumping , and to hear such a lustful answer from the mouth of a beautiful widow.

Luckily, I was blocked by Xiao Hui in front of me. Otherwise, if Sun Jushan saw that there was a thin rope connecting her two thighs and tying it
to my exposed glans, his eyes and jaw would probably drop!

Xiao Hui, suppressing her shame, almost pleaded with Sun Jushan, "Zhi Hui...we still have to wait for other...
relatives and friends to mourn her deceased husband...please go inside first...before the farewell ceremony...there's a video...for you to watch..."

"Hmm...hmm..." Sun Jushan was distracted, his gaze still fixed on Xiao Hui's alluring, wet breasts
and the nipples peeking out from under the linen lining.

"Please...move inside..." Xiao Hui mustered her courage and spoke again.

"Oh! Okay...please accept my condolences..." Sun Jushan snapped out of her daze, hurriedly bowed again, and was about to turn around
when Xiao Hui suddenly let out a soft gasp. I felt her trembling even more violently behind me.

"Hui, what's wrong?"

I asked with concern, disregarding Sun Jushan's presence.

"Hmm...nothing...nothing...humph..." Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly covered her chest in a panic, and
her two bare, white legs buckled, causing her to lean directly against me.

"Madam...you..." Sun Jushan's eyes widened to twice their previous size, and her breathing became even heavier.

I looked down and immediately knew what had happened. Xiao Hui's linen dress could no longer contain her swollen
breasts , and her two swollen nipples, bound by thin strings, protruded high on the translucent fabric. White, cloudy
liquid quickly seeped from the coarse linen fibers, gushing from between her slender fingers. The hem of her dress, which was less than halfway up her thighs, was completely wet
, and milk kept sliding down her thighs. Her snow-white, delicate feet in her hemp shoes were already partially soaked in her own breast milk
.

"I'm sorry...please...come inside..." Xiao Hui pleaded with the stunned Sun Jushan in a pitiful and ashamed manner.

"Oh, yes...yes...I'm sorry..." Sun Jushan realized her lapse in composure again, hurriedly lowered her head, and
this time finally strode into the memorial hall.

"Hui, this won't do, how can you bear it..."

"Master, I'm fine, it's just that having you with me is too much of a burden for you... You don't need it at all..."

"No!" I held her trembling hand tightly, "I want to stay by your side.
After today's farewell ceremony, you and Bailin will have nothing to do with each other anymore. You are completely my woman!"

"Master..." Xiao Hui shed tears of emotion, her voice trembling as she said, "Xiao Hui... has always... always
been yours... and it has never changed..."

"Hmm..." If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, seeing her pitiful appearance, I really wanted to hold her tightly and give
her a long, passionate kiss.

Then more people arrived one after another. Xiao Hui's appearance was beyond shameful. Under
the influence of the overlord lactation soup, she couldn't control the gushing breast milk, soaking her entire hemp dress and sticking it to her alluring body.

The mourners were stunned, but none of them said anything directly. The men, except for a few shy ones,
feasted their eyes and walked into the memorial hall. Most of the women lowered their heads shyly and walked quickly past, but one or two
, recovering from their surprise, gave poor Xiaohui disdainful looks as they left.

Later I learned that after the incident at the wedding, Bolin and his entire family were placed
under . He changed his name to Delin and, for his safety, cut off contact with his former relatives and friends,
starting a new life in the south. Almost everyone who came today was someone he had known over the past four years.

From their expressions, I realized that most of them probably hadn't seen Xiaohui before. Perhaps they thought she was just
a gimmick hired by a funeral company to play the role of a widow, like how some funerals hire strippers to perform erotic dances—
more likely in a rural area like this.

"Ouch!" A sudden cry of pain startled me awake.

There was a couple in front of Xiaohui. The husband stared intently at her soaked breasts, his steps faltering. Only after
his wife pinched him did he finally move on obediently. As he left, the woman glared fiercely at the embarrassed Xiaohui
.

Then a family of three arrived, claiming to be distant relatives of Bailin. If they weren't lying, they were probably the only relatives who
had received the invitation.

However, relatives who didn't even know what happened at Bailin's wedding back then should be
very . It was unclear where Brother Biao had dug them up from.

The family consisted of a middle-aged couple with a boy who looked to be about high school age. The husband had a lecherous
look standing very close to Xiaohui without any attempt to hide it. His greedy eyes seemed to want to devour her. His wife was a petite
woman who didn't dare to utter a sound about her husband's actions, simply standing quietly to the side.

As for their son, he was a acne-ridden teenager, seemingly introverted and timid, the kind
who would easily be bullied. Although his eyes were fixed on the ground, I knew he was constantly stealing glances at Xiao Hui's beautiful legs
and her alluring body tightly wrapped in her soaked linen clothes. Xiao Hui's ripe, sweet flesh was
such a powerful stimulus and temptation for a hot-blooded teenager! This was evident from the tent that had already sprung up between his legs.

"I'm a distant cousin of Bolin's father. Bolin should call me Uncle. Ah, are you really Bolin
's wife? Or are you just acting?" the man asked Xiao Hui, whose head was bowed as low as it could go.

Xiao Hui trembled, head bowed, and didn't answer.

"Hmph, so she's just an actress," the man said disdainfully, suddenly reaching out and pinching Xiao Hui's erect
nipple. "Hmph..." Xiao Hui didn't even have time to react before her milk gushed out

through her linen clothes like milk filtered through a stocking . Her legs went weak for a moment, but thankfully I was there to support her... Meanwhile, the man pretended nothing had happened and walked away, his wife and the boy following him in haste. "Damn it! You..." I couldn't swallow my anger and wanted to rush over and teach him a lesson, but a cold, soft hand held me back. "Master... never mind..." I calmed down a bit and asked with concern, "Are you alright? Is your breast still very engorged?" "Mmm... mmm..." She frowned slightly, looking at me with difficulty, "It's getting more and more engorged..." Her two long, bare legs could no longer stand straight, and she was struggling to keep up. If it weren't for the constant stream of people coming, I think she would have already leaned into my arms. Actually, Brother Biao didn't post many messages for her, and only about thirty people showed up. The start time of the farewell ceremony was approaching, and those people had been inside for a while, watching Brother Biao's arrangements, but Xiao Hui and I didn't know what kind of videos they were showing. "You can go in now." At this moment, one of Brother Biao's men, who had been monitoring us from a distance, approached and said expressionlessly. So, she and I, one behind the other, were pulled awkwardly towards the memorial hall by the thin ropes binding our genitals. That short distance of a dozen meters clearly showed the unbearable torment Xiao Hui endured, both physically and mentally. I wondered what it would be like to step into that...

Beyond that threshold, what cruel humiliation and torture awaited her? If I hadn't been there for her, she surely
would n't have been able to endure it.

Sure enough, the moment I stepped into the memorial hall, someone outside immediately closed the door. Apart from
the bright lights in Bolin's mourning hall, the rest of the hall was dark. A group of people sat with their backs to us on the left, intently watching a
large television screen. No one even turned around when we entered.

Xiaohui and I were pushed along by gangsters posing as employees of a funeral service company, slowly understanding
what was playing on the television.

Suddenly, Xiaohui groaned, unable to stand any longer. I quickly supported her trembling, weak body, but
I myself felt a chill run down my spine.

The screen showed the scene of us, after our long-awaited reunion, being imprisoned by Brother Biao in his place, and the passionate lovemaking that night
.

The video seemed to have been playing for quite some time. In it, I was passionately kissing her,
ejaculating . Xiao Hui was trying to spread her legs wide, accepting the nourishment from my life-giving fountain. The sounds of our panting and tongue-twisting, which were usually arousing,
seemed particularly jarring in this setting.

Suddenly, the television screen went dark. Everyone seemed hypnotized by the shocking video, remaining motionless.

Then, I suddenly smelled a strange odor in the air, a smell that inexplicably made my brain feel both euphoric and dizzy.
A chill ran down my spine. Could it be that Brother Biao was secretly releasing drugs among the mourners? Those immersed in the shocking scenes of the video
were like frogs being slowly boiled in water, completely oblivious to what was happening.

"The widow and her lover have come in!" The fake monk's voice startled me. He had appeared
before Bo Lin's coffin at some point, revealing the bloody truth about my affair with Xiao Hui.

Everyone turned around at the sound. Xiao Hui was now nestled against me, confirming
the adultery that had just been shown on the screen.

"So she really is Delin's wife..."

"Is that the man having an affair standing at the back?"

"How shameless..."

Whispers rippled through the crowd.

Suddenly, all the lights came on, leaving Xiaohui and me nowhere to hide in the stark white light.

The fake monk announced again: "Today, the unfaithful wife Han Zhihui is here to repent. Her lover, Liu Yixiang,
will be punished along with her. This is the most important part of the ceremony, to allow the deceased to rest in peace."

"Really?" The mourners began to stir.

"How will she be punished?"

"Is this acceptable? Can we use vigilante justice?"

A woman couldn't bear to ask, but those who had unknowingly inhaled small amounts of drugs, both men and women,
had distorted eyes.

"Rest assured, everyone!" the fake monk said solemnly. "These punishments are voluntary on the part of the widow. She cheated on
her husband with another man and sold his whereabouts to the gangsters who were hunting him, causing his death. Now, because of her guilty conscience
, she confessed to her in-laws and voluntarily accepted the punishments of the hell of insects, snakes, and demons at her husband's funeral, begging for her late husband's
forgiveness and peace. You can hear her confession herself."

"Just..." I was excited and wanted to refute Xiao Hui's nonsense, but she immediately grabbed my hand and stopped me.

She raised her head to those who were looking at her with disdain and forced herself to be strong: "I did it voluntarily, asking my husband's family to give me
a chance to atone for my sins, but this Mr. Liu behind me..."

"I did it voluntarily too," I immediately interrupted.

"Master..." Xiao Hui looked back at me, angry and helpless. "Did I hear that right? This woman actually called her lover... Master!" an indignant voice

came from among the mourners . Xiao Hui lowered her head in shame upon hearing this. I secretly held her cold, trembling hand, hoping to give her a sense of security and warmth. Unexpectedly, this action made the other mourners even more disgusted. "How shameless! If Delin knew, he would die with his eyes wide open in disbelief." "Poor Delin..." One of Bailin's female colleagues couldn't help but wipe away her tears. "Unforgivable!" Suddenly, someone stood up. It was a man who claimed to be Bailin's uncle. He was immediately stopped and made to sit down by the men in black pretending to be from the funeral company. "Now the deceased's white-haired father wants to say a few words," the fake monk said. Xiaohui felt even more ashamed when she heard that her father-in-law, who had once possessed her body, was also there. Not long after, the old man was slowly helped in. Xiaohui's father-in-law was completely different from the one she had seen two months ago. He had lost a lot of weight, his eyes were sunken and dark, and his hands were trembling constantly, like a drug addict. I couldn't help but suspect that he had been given drugs during his imprisonment by Brother Biao. This guess was confirmed. Not long after, the old man's trembling became even more severe, and snot and tears flowed uncontrollably. But the mourners all assumed he was grieving the loss of his son. "Please say a few words, you must have something to say to avenge your son," the fake monk said respectfully to the old man, his attitude, of course, feigned. The pitiful old man, already controlled by drugs, opened his mouth, trembling, and after a long pause, managed to speak: "It was...she ...who killed Bailin...my son...she...with that...adulterer..." The old man stopped to wipe his tears and snot, and the fake monk pressed further: "Anything else? It's alright to say it all, only by saying it can the soul find peace." "She even...her two daughters...are the adulterer's...not Bailin's flesh and blood..." Upon hearing this, the hall erupted in uproar. "No!..." Xiaohui's face turned pale; she hadn't expected her father-in-law to say such a thing. This was not the truth ! "Your denials are useless. Here are the DNA test results; the children are indeed not your husband's." The fake monk took out two forensic documents, walked up to Xiaohui and me, and suddenly lowered his voice, saying, "Admit it. Only then can you play with your two lovely daughters. Otherwise, your lover's life... hehe." "Xiaohui..." I hurriedly tried to stop her, but she had already spoken before me, trembling as she admitted, "Yes, Youxi and Apple... are not Bolin's children." "Not his? Who did you have them with?" "No... anyone else..." "Who!" "Yixiang..." Xiaohui was forced into a corner and lowered her head to say my name. "Unforgivable!" "Punish this adulterous couple!" "Torture them well and avenge Delin!" At this moment, someone suddenly noticed the connection between Xiaohui and my genitals and immediately started shouting. "My God! There's a rope connecting their genitals!" "What's that? Tied to the man's penis, and the other end is probably on the woman's..."

"How perverted... How disgusting..."

The mourners discussed among themselves.

The fake monk, who was already ashamed and at a loss, said to Xiao Hui, "Take off your mourning clothes! You are not worthy to wear these to
send your husband off. The torture to come will be carried out naked."

"Don't listen to him!" I couldn't help but roar, but two men in black had already walked up to me, twisted my hands
behind my back, and tied them tightly to my body.

"That man still dares to be fierce!"

"Damn it, teach him a lesson! How dare he be so arrogant!"

"He doesn't even reflect on what he did! Seduced another man's wife! Killed someone's husband! Let him die!"

My anger only fueled the anger of the crowd, and the situation became even more unfavorable to me.

"No! It's not his fault! Don't hurt him..." Xiao Hui choked and begged the mourners, then slowly took off
her mourning clothes, revealing her breathtakingly beautiful white body. All that was left on her body was a perverted tangle of ropes and
a pair of coarse hemp underwear, barely covering the thin rope between her legs.

Even more shameful was the sight of her two breasts, their nipples bound, with pure white breast milk constantly seeping from her swollen areolas,
forming beads that dripped down in strings, while most of it gathered into streams that slid down her ripe flesh.

The scene, which had almost erupted into chaos, quieted down, leaving only heavy breathing. The effects of the hallucinogenic drug
seemed to be becoming increasingly pronounced, and the mourners' eyes were clearly wary.

I saw four figures enter through a side door at that moment—it was none other than Bai Xiong, Huang Zhiming, Wei Jikai, and
Zhu Kaiwen! They were clearly there as VIPs to participate in the "training" of Xiao Hui's widow...

"Hmph..." Xiao Hui's groan drew my attention back to her.

I saw the fake monk grab her last remaining piece of coarse linen underwear with both hands, and with a "rip!" it easily
tore off her thighs.

Meanwhile, the men in black behind me were forcibly removing my clothes. In just a few seconds, I was
exposed, naked, just like Xiaohui, to the hostile gazes of the room.

My erect penis, bound with rope and rubbed raw for so long, had
swollen to a purplish-black glans due to obstructed blood flow, the urethral opening splitting open to the glans.

"They really are connected by ropes down there, how shameless..."

The humiliating words, spoken without any attempt to lower their voices, reached my ears again. Xiaohui and I could only silently accept it,
unable to defend ourselves.

"Come on! Come to the front! Your confession to your deceased husband is about to begin."

The fake monk took Xiaohui's hand and slowly led her to the front. I could only follow behind her, my
penis aching from the thin hemp rope.

Xiaohui was led to the flower-covered hill where Bailin's photo was displayed. Directly in front of her was a large round table with a revolving counter, a common feature in Chinese restaurants
.

On the rotating table stood two fake penises, one thick and one thin. Beside them, a thug posing as a wedding company employee
had already produced leather handcuffs capable of binding a person's hands and feet together, waiting.

Seeing this arrangement, Xiao Hui already guessed what was likely to happen to her,
trembling .

"Hui..." I couldn't bear to see her being publicly humiliated in front of her husband's spirit, and called out to her in a trembling voice.

"Master... I'm not afraid... don't worry about me," she comforted me instead.

But how could I not worry about her? The two ugly fake penises on the table, the thick one as thick as a child's wrist,
its surface covered with large and small bumps resembling a grotesque penis and glans.

The thinner one, though only as thick as a finger, was exceptionally long, probably able to insert to the deepest part of the rectum, its entire
shaft wrapped in spiraling, embossed patterns, the glans at the tip resembling a lollipop.

Moreover, near the base of both dildos, there were rings resembling sheep's eye rings.

If such things were inserted into a woman's front and back orifices, who knows how much torture they would inflict?

The fake monk gave Xiao Hui instructions: "First, get the thing out of your vagina, without using your hands. After it's out,
climb onto the table."

Although Xiao Hui was extremely ashamed, she still mustered up the courage to look at him seductively.

"You want to ask me how to get it out without using your hands?" the fake monk said coldly. "Tell your lover's 'troublesome root' to
pull it out from between your legs. Your lover's thing must be very strong! That's why you love him so much."

"No..." Xiao Hui shook her head in a trembling voice, but two men in black beside her had already grabbed one of us and
forcefully dragged me backward. My penis was being pulled so hard by the thin rope that it almost broke, and I couldn't help but cry out in pain.

The thing that was forcefully inserted into Xiao Hui's vagina was large at the head and thin at the tail. Xiao Hui's vagina was narrow, tight, and elastic. No matter how
they pulled us in the opposite direction like pulling a radish, only a little bit of the end of the rod protruded from her pink vaginal flesh.

"Stop...stop...you'll hurt him...wait...stop...please..."

Xiao Hui pleaded desperately for me.

"Stop first!" The fake monk finally made the two men in black stop.

"Looks like your lover's penis isn't very good. Do you need the etiquette staff to help you?"

"Um...um..." Xiao Hui nodded anxiously: "As long as they loosen it for him, I'll do anything..."

"Looks like you still don't know how to repent." The fake monk had a regretful expression: "Lift her up and let everyone see what it looks like when
the thing is taken out from under her!"

So they untied the rope under my glans, and then two thugs pretending to be from the etiquette company held her thighs on
either and lifted her up naked in public.

Xiao Hui covered her face in shame, her smooth, hairless genitals
clearly .

Between her white mons pubis, the tender, juicy flesh bulged slightly, revealing only a black plug inside
and a hook still attached to the rope.

"Turn your face right, open your eyes," the fake monk said coldly. "If you want to repent, you must repent before all your husband's
relatives and friends ."

"Stop..." I began, but before I could finish, the hook from above caught
the rope , and I was lifted upside down, feet to the ground.

"Don't do this to him..." Xiao Hui, disregarding her shame, wrapped her arms around
the shoulders of the two men in black who were holding her, looking back at my predicament, her tearful eyes filled with worry and reluctance.

"Still worried about her lover? Has this woman lost her mind?!" one of the mourners shouted angrily.

"Yes! It would be best to bring out and punish even their bastard offspring, otherwise how can Bolin rest in peace!"
Suddenly someone said. I looked over and saw that it was that bastard Huang Zhiming!

"Yes! Bring them out! Let them be punished together!"

Among the mourners who were already in a state of heightened arousal and unable to think due to the hallucinogenic drugs, many people immediately echoed.

"No..." Xiao Hui shook her head, her voice trembling. At this moment, the man in black used a thin rope to tie my penis, which I had just loosened
. After tying it, he hung it from another rope hanging from the roof beam and pulled it tight.

"Madam, you voluntarily came to receive the atonement ceremony to help your deceased husband pass on. You should sincerely repent to your dead husband and
not still think about your lover. Only then can Bailin be at peace, and your lover can be forgiven. Do you understand?" the fake monk
said, feigning seriousness. Xiao Hui understood his meaning perfectly: if she didn't cooperate, my fate would be dire.

"Um... I understand..." Xiao Hui answered, choking back tears.

"Good, pull out what's down there!" the fake monk ordered. One of the men in black hooked his finger on
the end ring of the plug, which was covered in love juice, and slowly pulled it out.

"Hmph... um..."

Xiao Hui bit her lower lip to endure. Her jade hands, resting on the shoulders of the two men, gripped their strong muscles with her slender
fingers. Her two delicate feet, still wearing flip-flops, were also clenched involuntarily.

"She's moaning, how shameless! So this is what Delin's wife is like..."

"Her toes are being gripped, does she even feel anything in this situation?"

"Oh, halfway out, what a huge dildo, ah! Her juices are flowing out!"

"Stop talking, it's so filthy!" One woman couldn't bear to watch any longer, but her voice
sounded abnormal.

Brother Biao's method of showing these unsuspecting mourners the video of Xiaohui and me having an affair to incite their anger,
and then secretly releasing hallucinogenic drugs among them, can only be described as a meticulously planned and terrifying scheme.

"It's this couple who are filthy, not us!" The woman's opinion was immediately overturned.

"Yes! They, and even their illegitimate children, deserve whatever punishment they receive!"

"Bring their children out too! We can't forgive them!"

Amidst the verbal humiliation, Xiao Hui shook her head in shame and bitterness. The thick head of the penis, pulled and pulled by the external force against her pubic flesh
, slowly revealed her vulva, forcing a large hole between her white mound and pink lips...

"Uh..."

Finally, with a "pop!" accompanied by her intense moan, the entire wet, black penis head was held
and shaken by the man in black.

"So big..." someone couldn't help but exclaim.

"Look... her vulva... it's all turned inside out, such a small hole... yet it can hold such a big thing..."

The two men in black, still holding her, walked past me to the round table, placed her on the rotating plate on the table, and
took off her hemp shoes.

The fake monk then applied lubricant to the two fake penises standing in the center of the rotating plate.

"Do you know what to do? Insert it into the holes yourself, both holes. This is so that Bailin can rest in peace, and only then can you and
your lover be forgiven." The fake monk emphasized the word "lover."

Xiaohui nodded tremblingly, knelt on the table, raised her buttocks, and reached out to grasp the fake penis behind her
. After finding the right position, she slowly sank in.

"Ugh... um..."

The thick and thin fake penises forced open the two narrow fleshy holes and slowly penetrated her body. When it reached the bottom, the hairy tips
at the base were already sticking to her tender pubic flesh and clitoris. She tried to raise her buttocks as if bitten by insects, but the fake monk
pressed her down. Two men in black handcuffed her wrists and ankles together, so she could only kneel and could no longer stand
up .

And I was hanging upside down just two or three meters away, looking at her upside down.

"Now, relatives and friends will take turns coming up to pay their respects to the deceased, and at the same time, whip the unfaithful widow and
the lover who seduced another man's wife to appease the deceased's resentment."

After the fake monk finished announcing this, he placed a rope whip next to the round table where Xiao Hui was kneeling, and then turned to Xiao Hui and said, "Then you
have to move your buttocks yourself, let those two inside go in and out, don't stop, understand?"

Hearing the fake monk's command, she slowly raised her snow-white buttocks, suppressing her shame and panting softly.

The fake male organ covered in lubricant rubbed against her fresh pubic flesh, making a soft, lewd sound. Xiao Hui's
breasts were constantly producing milk, and the white milk dripped onto the table, and soon the place where her round knees were kneeling
was soaked in milk.

The first mourner came up, bowed three times to Bai Lin's photo, and then picked up the rope whip on the table.

At this time, the man in black used a rotating table to turn Xiao Hui, who was moving her buttocks and occasionally panting with difficulty, towards
the direction of Bai Lin's mourning hall.

The mourner raised the rope whip, aimed it at her buttocks where two dildos were inserted, and lashed it down without mercy!

"Crack!" The rope whip struck the elastic, white, tender flesh, making a crisp sound.

"Oh..." Xiao Hui cried out, her face thrown back, her white soles facing upwards, her knees bent over the table between her legs, where milky white
fluid was already flowing.

"Stop...you..." I roared, but the mourner had already taken another whip from the fake monk and walked towards
me. I could tell it was a real leather whip, not the rope whip that had just hit Xiao Hui, which didn't do much damage to the skin.

The mourner's face showed a sinister smile that meant I would suffer. He went behind me and lashed down with the leather whip without hesitation. I screamed in
pain, and the thin rope binding my penis almost tore off the glans because of my struggle.

"No...don't hit my master..."

"Still calling that man master! Unforgivable!" Another angry shout came from the mourners.

"Keep moving your buttocks! Don't stop!" the fake monk yelled!

Xiao Hui was turned back to face me. I saw that her engorged breasts seemed to be getting worse, with milk constantly
oozing from her areolas and flowing down her body in a mess.

"Don't hit my master... I'll try my best to move... Just punish me... I'll try my best to let Bai Lin rest in peace...
Hmm... Ah... I'm trying so hard..."

For my sake, Xiao Hui's hands and legs were locked together, and she knelt on the rotating table, trying to lift her buttocks and moaning in shame.

The fake monk said seriously, "I just sensed the resentment of the deceased, a very strong resentment! This is not enough.
Unless you bring the two daughters you and your lover had without Bai Lin's knowledge here to be punished, he can rest in peace. Otherwise,
your lover's life will have to pay for it."

"No... I don't want to..." Xiao Hui shook her head violently, her buttocks still moving, letting the two fake male penises covered in
white foam slide in and out of her vagina. "

Don't want what? Don't want your daughter or your lover to suffer?"

"Waaah...no..." Xiao Hui closed her tearful eyes in shame, "Don't...don't want my master to suffer...let him go
..." "

Then tell Bai Lin's relatives and friends that you went out to sell yourself,
even selling your husband's organs, to raise money for your lover?"

The fake monk's words immediately caused an uproar.

"No, that's not true! Don't slander her like that..." I was agitated and wanted to defend her, but seeing the fake monk...
She whispered a few words in my ear.

Xiao Hui's beautiful face turned even paler, and then, under the intense gazes of many angry people, she trembled and confessed:
"It's...it's true...I sold my husband's organs..."

"Bitch!"

"Damn it! Let this adulterous couple pay with their lives!"

"Kill him! Kill the adulterer first!"

The crowd erupted in a frenzy, and some people were about to rush forward, but were stopped by several of Brother Biao's men who were pretending to be staff from the etiquette company
.

"To prove that she really did such an unforgivable thing, we also have a video of her signing the document for her husband's live
organ donation."

"No! It can't be shown!" I shouted anxiously for Xiao Hui, but suddenly I was whipped hard on the back again, and I
was hung upside down in mid-air, howling and writhing in pain.

It turned out that the mortician couldn't stand it anymore and gave me another lash! He also roared, "Are you feeling guilty!
Didn't you say you didn't? If she didn't do it, there's no video! What are you afraid of?"

He was immediately stopped by the men in black next to him and asked to go back to his seat. Then the screen lit up again, emitting intense, blush-inducing moans. It was a video taken on the day

Bolin had his liver and lungs removed in the operating room . In the video, Xiaohui sat on the man's lap, vigorously lifting and twisting her buttocks while signing her name in a crooked, illegible way in the family consent section of the tube removal and organ donation consent forms. The screen didn't show anyone else's faces, only her complete and shameful appearance. Then the screen went black, leaving only the increasingly intense moans and the sounds of flesh colliding. No one knew that she had been forced to drink red wine that day and coerced into signing those kinds of documents. "So it was all true!" "This woman is going too far!" "Is this punishment enough to let her off the hook?" "Too much, she should be drowned in a pig cage! Boiled in oil!" ... "Everyone, please calm down!" the fake monk finally spoke. "Of course, this won't bring peace to the deceased! There are five rituals, representing the five levels of hell. This is the mildest, the first level, called the Hell of the Adulterous Woman's Whipping. We must continue to complete it before we can advance to the next level." Those whose reason was gradually slipping away only turned . "Keep moving! No slacking off!" the fake monk shouted! Poor Xiao Hui bit her lip and struggled to lift and press her buttocks. The breast milk that oozed from her areolas onto the table was so plentiful that it dripped from the edge of the table onto the floor. The second mourner, the third mourner, the fourth... people came up one after another, paid their respects to Bai Lin's portrait, and then whipped Xiao Hui's buttocks with rope whips. The cleft between her buttocks, where two dildos were inserted, was already red and filled with clear vaginal fluid. She begged the fake monks not to hit me, and it seemed to be accepted. They didn't whip , leaving me to watch her wail and cry out in pain. Several times, the intensity was so great that her sensitive body experienced a vivid orgasm on the rotating table. Amidst the increasingly intense moans, before the first level of hellish punishment was even finished, Biao Ge's men carried in two glass boxes. One box contained a constantly writhing snake, and the other was filled with a swarm of black bees. Seeing these horrible things, my heart sank, and my scalp began to tingle. But poor Xiao Hui was still being whipped on her snow-white buttocks by the mourners, moaning and groaning, completely unaware of the cruel punishment that awaited her. "The adulterer's two children have also been brought." My heart skipped a beat. I looked up and saw Biao Ge holding Xiao Youxi's hand, while another of his men carried Apple, who had grown considerably and was now a beautiful little girl, into the hall. Brother Biao brought Xiao Youxi to Xiao Hui, picked her up, and watched as her mother, Xiao Hui, thrust her buttocks forward, allowing the dildo to penetrate her two orifices. "You... Youxi... umm..." Xiao Hui called her daughter's name in shame, but the burial attendant's whip fell just then, and this time she couldn't help but convulse and orgasm. "Do you see what Mom looks like?" Brother Biao turned to ask the big-eyed little girl who was as beautiful as Xiao Hui. "Mmm..." Xiao Youxi nodded. "Do you want to be like Mom? Strip naked and let the uncles tie you up?" "Mmm..." Xiao Youxi nodded again, her innocent and pure eyes filled with misguided longing; she completely took her mother as her role model. "Then get down, the uncles will help you take off your clothes." Brother Biao put Xiao Youxi down, and several beasts, including Bai Xiong, Huang Zhiming, Wei Jikai, and Zhu Kaiwen, surrounded her. They knelt down, unbuttoned Xiao Youxi's lace outer shirt, and pulled it off her petite body. Then they pulled down the straps of her inner undergarment, leaving the little girl's upper body completely naked. Surprisingly, somehow, during this time, Brother Biao had been training her tender, inexperienced body, and at just over four years old , Xiao Youxi's breasts had developed slight genitalia, and her pale pink areolas had enlarged considerably. Even I, who am not a lolicon, was captivated by the sight, my blood boiling. "Next, we'll take off Xiao Youxi's little skirt," Zhu Kaiwen said excitedly. "Yes! Strip that little girl naked and punish the adulterous couple!" "I won't sympathize with her! Their adulterous offspring must also atone!" These people, manipulated by hallucinogenic drugs, lewd sensory stimulation, and a carefully orchestrated, step-by-step perverse sense of justice , created a chaotic atmosphere where everyone wanted to punish our "family." Little Youxi's short skirt had been removed, leaving her only in a pair of white panties. They then took off her little shoes and the cute socks on her little feet. "We're going to take off Little Youxi's panties now. Are you shy, Youxi?" Zhu Kaiwen asked the little girl with a smile, his fingernails lightly tracing the seam of the panties covering her soft, round mons pubis. "Mmm..." The little girl's breathing became rapid. Although her small, delicate body writhed restlessly, she did not resist and cooperated with Zhu Kaiwen's fondling. Zhu Kaiwen hooked the waistband of her panties and slowly rolled them down inch by inch, finally pulling them off her cute, tender little feet. The little girl was completely naked in the middle of a group of beasts, her bare, plump mound revealing an alluring, tightly closed slit. "Pick her up and let's see what's there..." Wei Jikai's breathing was already heavy and almost animalistic. It seemed that Little Youxi 's beauty and innocence had stirred the lustful desires of these old beasts. Zhu Kaiwen lifted the completely naked Youxi high up as if he were helping her urinate, revealing the tender flesh between her fair legs.

The slit was already slightly open, glistening with moisture, and the internal structure was vaguely visible. This was no longer the tender private part of a little
girl , but rather a precocious sexual characteristic caused by overstimulation, exactly like the condition of her small breasts
.

Brother Biao must be developing this soft little body every day, with three meals and midnight snacks, but it's certain that it hasn't reached
the point of penetration yet

. "Uncle, let me open it and check," Wei Jikai excitedly used his fingers to pull open the honeyed slit, the flesh inside the vulva
still bright red from untouched activity.

The little girl spread her legs, tightly clenching her cute little toes, it seemed she was already feeling something.

"Youxi... Mom... I'm sorry... umm..." Xiao Hui saw what those people were doing to her daughter, and
helplessly sobbed in repentance, but her cries were immediately interrupted by the whip.

"Uncle, let me lick it..." Wei Jikai finished speaking and buried his head down, gently licking the tender little crevice.

"Hmm... um..." Yu-xi moaned softly, her delicate voice arousing desire. Her little legs kicked
incessantly , yet she obediently tried to open them wide for someone to lick her vulva. I was thankful I wasn't her biological father; otherwise,
witnessing all this would have been worse than death.

"Is Yu-xi comfortable?" Zhu Kaiwen asked, holding her, then freed his thumb to gently stroke her pale
areola .

"Um... comfortable... hmm... hmm..." Yu-xi, whose three sensitive spots were being played with,
writhed more intensely and restlessly, but Zhu Kaiwen held her thighs tightly to prevent her from moving.

"Uncle... Uncle... um... ah... Uncle..." Yu-xi breathed weakly, her voice sounding like she was crying.

"What's wrong, Yu-xi?" Zhu Kaiwen asked, but his two free fingers pinched and
rubbed her nipples, which resembled small bumps on her skin, while Wei Jikai's tongue also slipped into her little hole, one finger teasing her sensitive clitoris.

"Ugh... Yu-xi... I need to pee... um... ah..." She began to struggle in Zhu Kaiwen's arms.

"Yu-xi, you can't pee, or you'll be punished by the uncles."

"But little Yu-xi... can't hold it in... hmph... little Yu-xi... it's so itchy... I need to pee..."

At this moment, Biao Ge's men had already brought over the specially made wooden horse to be used to bind the little girl, and then
brought over a large torture rack, presumably for binding and hanging Xiao-hui. The instruments of torture for the mother and daughter were placed side by side.

"If little Yu-xi peees, the uncles will tie you up and put you on that little wooden horse as punishment." Zhu Kaiwen
continued to stimulate her sensitive little breasts.

"Hmph..."

Just as she finished speaking, the little girl convulsed, and Wei Jikai hurriedly moved away from her lower body. A stream of clean urine immediately
gushed out, dripping onto the ground...

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