[My Wife, After Going Out] (June 10) Author: Li Yiyi

Author: Li Yiyi
Word Count: 18931

Chapter Six

With a "ding," a golden ring fell between my wife's legs.
The ring on the ground immediately attracted everyone's attention, and a commotion erupted: "Wow... there really is
something inside!" "Stealing... a ring!"

My wife was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the ring that had fallen from her vagina to the ground. Knowing something was wrong,
she panicked and her legs trembled, not knowing what to do.

Just as the crowd gathered to watch the commotion began to clamor, Sister Hua walked up to my wife, bent down
to pick up the ring, examined it, and then exclaimed in surprise, "Old man... old man... this ring is ours!"

The fat old man from the stall earlier said angrily, "Yes! And what about the platinum ring?"

The villager who had spanked my wife took a bamboo stick, gently poked at the tip of her vulva, stroked the
tuft of black hair, stared lustfully, and continued to humiliate my wife with vulgar language, saying, "Didn't you hear me?
Take it out yourself..."

My wife hadn't even... As we calmed down, an even greater fear loomed before us. Everyone was already agitated by the scene
before them , and we walked forward step by step through the crowd of onlookers. My wife was completely
devastated. She was tormented by the mental humiliation and the feeling of physical sexual abuse to the point of losing consciousness. Under
the gaze of the crowd, she spread her legs apart in public, using her hands to pry open her inner and outer labia, exposing the tender flesh of her vulva for everyone
to see. Then, they used their index and middle fingers to insert between her labia and pull out the small red cloth inside her vagina.
The shame brought tears to their eyes.

"Ah! No..." Everyone was clearly encouraged by seeing my wife's private parts exposed in front of them,
and they excitedly shouted, "There must be something inside..."

"No...no..." My wife's fair face flushed red, and she looked at
the villagers surrounding her with a mixture of shame and anger. To further prove it, she arched her lower body upwards. At this moment, my
wife was no longer facing how to cover her private parts, but how to completely expose her fat vulva
so that everyone could see clearly that there was really nothing inside her vagina.

At this moment, my wife was forced to spread her legs in front of everyone, her hands slowly moving down to her lower abdomen,
her fat buttocks swaying from side to side, and her legs exaggeratingly exposing her brown genitals. The clitoris above the vaginal opening
was erect like a soybean, glistening, and the two thick, brown labia were wide open on both sides, truly
resembling some kind of cowardly female animal.

Just then, the villager who had been spanking my wife picked up the long bamboo stick he'd used earlier and mischievously inserted it between my
wife spread legs, striking her most precious spot from bottom to top. A
burst of lewd laughter erupted from the crowd. He sternly commanded, "Nothing in the front... look from the back..."

My wife's exposed, plump vulva was struck by the bamboo stick. She let out a muffled groan, turning her head to glare at him, her face flushed.
But seeing the villager's fierce gaze, and to avoid further beatings and harm, she dared not resist. Embarrassment and
shame made her cheeks burn. She could only turn around, bend over, and lift her buttocks,
her round, slender legs pressed tightly together, assuming a humiliating posture.

"Slap!" One of the men in front, seeing my wife's round, raised buttocks, reached out
and slapped her hard across the face, saying, "What's there to be ashamed of when you steal?
Spread ! Raise your butt!"

My wife let out a soft moan and obediently spread her legs, bending her upper body even lower. Her full
breasts drooped beneath her, appearing even more enormous. The onlookers could not only see my wife's snow-white
, plump buttocks, but also freely admire the most private part between her legs. Their eyes were glued to her, their noses almost
touching her plump, white buttocks.

Thus, my wife helplessly lay prone on the ground in the yard, motionless,
allowing the onlookers to shamelessly admire her most private part—her genitals—completely exposed to everyone
. I really don't know how to describe this humiliating scene. My wife had the face of a married woman, yet
in full view of everyone, she spread her legs wide, raised her buttocks, and lay prone on the ground, exposing her private parts to a large group of strangers, slowly presenting them to them like
a display .

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, my wife was overwhelmed with shame and felt ashamed, wishing she could disappear into a hole. When she
looked down at her swaying breasts and naked lower body, she felt uneasy. Her entire genitals were
clearly visible to everyone present, which made her completely disregard any sense of shame, and she broke out in a sweat.

The fat old man and his fellow villagers weren't satisfied. Seeing the parallel bars they usually used for exercise, they suddenly
had a brilliant idea . Using the excuse that no one could see clearly and they didn't know if there were any rings hidden inside, they moved next to my wife,
viciously slapped her snow-white buttocks, and ordered her to climb onto the bars…

My wife looked bewildered and frightened. With each slap, her snow-white buttocks
rippled and trembled slightly. She had been cooperating on the ground, trying to beg for mercy,
when she saw a man between her legs holding a lighter, lewdly laughing as he ignited a large flame, saying, "If you don't
get up… we'll burn your pubic hair off… see if you dare steal again… hahaha!"

"No… no…" My wife, terrified, hurriedly walked towards the parallel bars, rubbing her reddened buttocks,
pleading, "Don't hit me anymore… okay? I'll get up… please?"

"You stole something... what are you babbling about... hurry up and get up there!" The fat old man, listening to my wife's cries, gloated and insulted
her with vulgar language. My wife's pleas only drew stern warnings from the crowd. They
stared blankly at my wife's naked body between the parallel bars, her hands laboriously pressing against them, swinging her large breasts, and
jumping to hang her legs on the bars. The crowd, with lewd expressions, said, "Stand up... stand
up..."

Only after climbing up did my wife understand the purpose of the parallel bars. They were quite high, with two iron bars about eighty
centimeters apart. They wanted my naked wife to stand up by placing her feet on the two iron bars, which meant
her legs had to be spread high, exposing her private parts to everyone.
Her body, which had always been kept secret, was now nakedly displayed to the onlookers.

My wife's snow-white buttocks were raised high in the air, her anus and genitals fully exposed.
Standing slowly amidst the shameless, lewd laughter,
my wife held her head high, swallowing back her tears of shame. She had been subjected to the utter humiliation and depravity of the men watching, and could only silently endure it.

The crowd immediately surrounded the parallel bars, lewdly looking up at my wife's lower body, occasionally
letting out bursts of shameless laughter and vulgar insults. They were displaying my wife's
genitals everyone, and when her legs straddled the metal bars on either side of the parallel bars, those on the ground could
clearly see her genitals.

"Squat down!" The fat old man pointed at my wife and shouted at the crowd, "Come on, let everyone see."

The onlookers were terrifyingly indifferent. They all became victors after catching a thief. Even though they heard a pitiful,
helpless naked woman crying and begging for mercy, they still uttered a series of vulgar, obscene, and heartless
words . Not a single man would step in to stop this humiliation in broad daylight. In fact, some even fueled the flames
to further satisfy their curiosity and desires.

My wife was utterly desperate. Looking down at Sister Hong's husband and his fellow villagers, holding bamboo sticks and
feather dusters , gesticulating wildly under the parallel bars, she was filled with shame and tears streamed down her face. She could only carefully
squat down slowly. Because the distance between the iron bars on both sides of the parallel bars was quite large, my wife had to support her body with her hands on her knees,
exposing her private parts as if she were using the toilet. Everything between a woman's legs was clearly exposed in the most conspicuous
place .

The onlookers walked back and forth over my wife's genitals, scrutinizing her exposed
vulva. They pressed their faces close to her buttocks, looking between her legs, revealing the back of her thick
labia , a slightly darker color with fine wrinkles and densely covered with long, curly black
hair. Her body was covered in sweat from maintaining her balance, but the center of her labia remained dry.

"Come and see, everyone! What do you think of the thief's cunt? It's worse than a whore's, isn't it?" one
of said gleefully, pointing at my wife's genitals. "With such dark and long labia, it must
have been stuffed with a lot of stolen goods!

My wife is not only naked in front of so many people, but they've also seen her most private parts, and
they're commenting on them all at once. There's nothing more shameful than this."

"Is my platinum ring still inside?" The fat old man, seeing my wife's pitiful state with her snow-white buttocks sticking up
high in the air, felt no pity. Instead, it fueled his even more wicked
thoughts. In front of everyone, he stroked the tuft of black hair on my wife's pubic area, parted her labia with his fingers, and
exposed the tender flesh of her vulva for all to see. "B-Big Brother...it's not inside anymore..." My wife, in the most
humiliating position for a woman, was being displayed and violated by finger, tears streaming down her face as she
stammered .

"It's not inside? I don't believe it!" The fat old man placed his hand between my wife's legs on her vulva,
then inserted his middle finger between her labia, sliding and thrusting until he forcefully entered my wife's vagina.

My wife gasped in shame, her legs spread wide by the parallel bars, offering no resistance to the fat old man's hand
. He pressed the heel of his hand against her wet pubic bone, forcing two fingers
between her tightly pressed thighs, his middle finger probing upwards into the hollow between her soft flesh.

"My fingers are too short, they can't reach inside..." the fat old man said, watching my wife
sob in shame after his lewd act. He laughed maniacally, "Come on... everyone help... I'll thank you if we find the ring
... hahaha!"

My wife cried. Faced with the most horrific ordeal a woman could endure, she felt so weak and helpless. Crystal tears
streamed from the corners of her eyes, flowing down her cheeks to the ground. Under duress, my wife was forced
into , allowing nearly twenty onlookers to line up and touch her naked
genitals one by one, even inserting their fingers into her fully exposed vagina. My wife moaned
repeatedly , her back arched in pain, barely able to make a sound. Her heart pounded like a drum
, and she wished she could disappear into the ground. A wave of intense shame washed over her!

"No...no! Uncle! Brother! I'm not lying...really..." As an ordinary
woman, my wife was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally, from the humiliation and torment inflicted on her most private and tender body parts.
Even now, naked and being watched and touched by so many people, she was
powerless to resist. All she could do was plead desperately.

"Who are you kidding! Who told you to do this kind of thing?" Someone inserted their fingers into my wife's vagina and began probing
and probing.

What an obscene and perverse scene! Everyone was intoxicated by the pleasure of this humiliation and sadism, with no intention
of stopping. My wife knew that her theft was unforgivable, and there was no reasoning or
excuses to argue. She could only obediently continue to be manipulated.

My wife was humiliated and molested on the parallel bars for about 15 minutes. The men watching seemed
unsatisfied . They laughed and cursed, forcing my wife down again. They took advantage of my wife's lack of education and
timidity, becoming even more unscrupulous. They pinched and pulled my wife's nipples, played with her clitoris,
and slapped body in every way that was most shameful for a woman. Although my wife had done
wrong and lost the argument, she was still a woman, still had personal dignity, and was still protected by human rights. She
raised her face to the upper left, her large eyes looking at the man who had insulted her, her eyes filled with innocence and fear.

Chapter Seven:

While everyone was gleefully taking turns humiliating my wife, Huang Mao was actually hiding nearby. He
knew they now had leverage over my wife and could do whatever they wanted with her later. So,
he took the opportunity to call Sister Hua and Sister Hong into the fat old man's room, closed the door, and, through the window, somewhat perversely
watched everyone torture and humiliate my wife. He then pulled down his shorts, revealing his
penis, which was nearly ten centimeters longer than a normal man's. In a commanding tone, he said to Sister Hua, the fat old man's wife, "You
... give me a blowjob!"

Sister Hua looked terrified but at a loss, nodded a few times, and immediately knelt down, taking Huang Mao's
penis . She opened her mouth and swallowed it, licking it with her delicate tongue, her soft, moist lips enveloping the hard penis.
The erect penis sucked and licked vigorously, while under the gaze of the blond-haired man, Sister Hong blushed and rolled up her shirt to her chest,
pulled open her white lace bra, and then pulled her pants and flesh-colored panties down to her knees, revealing her full and
firm snow-white thighs and round breasts exuded the strong feminine aura of a mature woman.

It turns out that Sister Hua and Sister Hong came to Guangdong from Sichuan to work together. Sister Hua was forty years old, while Sister Hong
was only thirty-three. They remembered that when they first arrived last year, they rented a courtyard in the village managed by Huang Mao for a cheap price
. Unexpectedly, Huang Mao, the village security chief, and his cousin Da Mao,
a policeman from the town's police station responsible for the village, spotted them. So, Huang Mao and Da Mao, along with more than ten uniformed security guards,
under the pretext of checking ID cards and temporary residence permits, kicked down all the doors in the courtyard one night, less than ten days after Sister Hua and Sister Hong arrived .
They herded the men and women sleeping in their underwear into the open space of the courtyard. Because they didn't have temporary residence permits, they were all arrested and
detained by the village's joint defense team.

There were six couples in the courtyard. The only ones who could arouse the men's desire were a newlywed woman,
Sister Hua, and Sister Hong; the other three were elderly women in their fifties, not worth seeing. Among those arrested by the joint defense team,
the most pitiful and humiliated were the newlywed woman, Sister Hua, and Sister Hong. Da Mao and Huang Mao,
knowing that none of the three had temporary residence permits or marriage certificates, used
pretexts to humiliate them by searching them naked in front of their fellow villagers, conducting urine tests, and checking for STDs
. They then threatened them with two years of re-education through labor before gang-raping them without restraint.

The newlywed woman, being young and inexperienced, and also because women are generally shy, suffered the most at the hands of
Huang Mao and Da Mao. Sister Hua and Sister Hong, having given birth and had sexual experience, were more
cooperative and obedient. They eventually paid the fines and were released. The newlywed couple immediately returned to their hometown in Sichuan,
while Huang Mao kept Sister Hua and Sister Hong's ID cards.

For a period of time after that day, Huang Mao frequently came to the courtyard to harass Hua Jie and Hong Jie, while their husbands
dared not speak out. Until recently, Huang Mao had been with so many women that he had almost forgotten about the two women.

My wife being mistaken for a thief meant that Huang Mao could do whatever he wanted in this courtyard. At
that moment, Huang Mao watched my wife's loud pleas for mercy from the window of the fat old man's house
, while thrusting his penis into Hua Jie's mouth. He also wantonly kneaded Hong Jie
's full breasts with one hand and played with Hong Jie's genitals with the other, teasing her clitoris and urethra, making Hong Jie feel extremely
embarrassed and humiliated.

In such a stimulating environment, Huang Mao soon couldn't hold back and ejaculated thick, sticky, fishy-smelling
milky-white semen into Hua Jie's throat, gushing
out of her mouth before she could even swallow.

Finally, the blond-haired man's hard, thick penis stopped ejaculating and slowly went limp. Sister Hua spat out
the limp penis, her mouth full of thick semen. The perverted blond-haired man then gestured
for Sister Hong, who had been molested, to squat down and lick it clean. Sister Hong had no choice but to squat down with a reluctant expression, not even daring to straighten her clothes. She smelled
the long-lost fishy smell and the blond-haired man's unique body odor. She obediently stuck out her tender little tongue and carefully licked the sticky semen
off , licking it clean until it was spotless. This made Sister Hong feel nauseous and almost vomit.

After finishing, Huang Mao put on his shorts and sat on the fat old man's bed. When he saw my wife's bra and
t-shirt , as well as Hua Jie's stolen panties, he couldn't help but grin lewdly and said, "You two
take these things out and tell your fellow villagers not to mess around!"

After saying that, Huang Mao made a phone call to Da Mao, exchanging and arranging something with a lewd grin. Then he saw Hong Jie twisting
her hips and pulling up her red panties. The panties were made of transparent lace in the middle, and her pubic hair was fully exposed.
The crotch of the panties was worn and had a tear in half. Unlike Hua Jie's panties, Huang Mao suddenly had a strange idea and immediately ordered Hong Jie to
take off her panties and put on her pants without underwear.

Then, Huang Mao, seeing my wife's clothes scattered around the house, mischievously ripped off the back button of her bra,
handing her floral skirt, blouse, bra, and the underwear of Sister Hua and Sister Hong, along with the two hundred yuan,
to Sister Hua. He then instructed Sister Hua and Sister Hong to have my wife carry all the stolen goods on her person after they left, and to take
her to the village security team.

Sister Hua picked up the things Huang Mao had given her, crumpled them up, and walked out of the house with Sister Hong.
They were furious at being humiliated and molested by Huang Mao for no reason, but dared not resist
or fight back. All of this was caused by my wife, so they wanted to vent their anger on her
.

Seeing Sister Hua and Sister Hong obediently leave the house, Huang Mao took the opportunity to slip out of the yard, call the driver,
and then they all rushed to the security team.

After my wife came down from the parallel bars, the men present repeatedly poked and prodded her genitals, causing a burning
pain . She felt as if her entire body was falling apart. She was forced to endure the insults and
threats of bamboo sticks and feather dusters from the onlookers. Her most private parts were constantly being violated, and she was forced to assume various humiliating
positions and actions as punishment for their amusement.

While humiliating my wife's body, the men loudly discussed past methods of punishing thieves, mentioning
things like cutting their heads in a half-shaved style, shaving their body hair, displaying signs saying "I am a thief" naked, and even threatening to break
their arms and legs or force them to eat cement…

My wife grew increasingly frightened. She couldn't bear these methods of dealing with thieves. To escape
being caught as a thief, the only thing she could do was obediently listen to the men, satisfying and cooperating with
their harassment and humiliation in hopes of gaining their sympathy and changing their minds, hoping they would let her go
afterward .

The onlookers' fear and cowardice at seeing my wife being violated while completely naked,
especially the pain on her face, seemed to them a source of pleasure in ravaging and toying with such a woman. Even more outrageous,
they laughed and incited an old man from their village to strip naked. This old man was a bachelor in his fifties who
had previously bought a wife, but she soon took all his money and disappeared
without a trace , driving him to the brink of insanity and making him somewhat infatuated.

The incredibly ugly old bachelor stripped off his tattered clothes, revealing his naked, filthy body and a pair of piercing eyes...
Staring intently at my wife, and with everyone's encouragement and indulgence, he thrust his rock-hard
penis bewildered. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms.

My wife was held in this vulgar old bachelor's embrace, her pretty face pressed against his
foul-smelling face. The stench of the unwashed old bachelor assaulted her nostrils. She
struggled helplessly, but couldn't escape his clutches. His arms were like two giant iron clamps, holding her tightly
.

Amidst the pointing fingers and shouts of the crowd, the old bachelor brazenly kneaded my wife's breasts with one hand, while
his other hand slid inside her smooth, beautiful buttocks. She desperately tried to squeeze her legs together
and straighten them, attempting to block his hand, but he was too strong and forced his way in,
vigorously digging into her genitals…

The intense pain caused my wife's body to convulse to the side. She quickly reached down to grab the old bachelor's
lewd hand, but before she could exert any force, "smack!" someone nearby struck her hand hard with
a bamboo stick . My wife quickly released her grip, her mind going blank. In an instant, anger,
grievance, fear, pain, and helplessness overwhelmed her, and tears streamed down her face!

"Ah!" my wife cried out in pain and despair, "It hurts, it hurts so much!" My wife clenched her fists
tightly , the intense tearing pain causing her whole body to tremble.

"Ha! Ha! Ha... Haha..." The onlookers, watching my wife's
pained expression as the old bachelor dug into her most shameful and depraved part of a woman's body, laughed wickedly and shouted, "
Tie her up if she dares to resist... fuck her to death..."

"Please... let me go..." my wife cried, tears still clinging to her long eyelashes, her dark hair
stuck to her neck with sweat and saliva, her chest heaving rapidly.

The old bachelor excitedly thrust his fingers in wildly, still wantonly digging inside, my wife's entire body
tensed , his fingers seeming to dig out the mucous membrane deep inside her vagina, brutally digging. Again and again,
he thrust heavily into the depths of her vagina, the base of his knuckles hitting the swollen and red opening. My wife could only bite her lip tightly, shaking
her head from side to side, desperately trying to think of other things to alleviate the physical pain, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead from the pain.

The old bachelor, drenched in sweat, frantically moved his fingers, utterly erratic and tender, showing no regard for whether my wife's delicate
vaginal mucosa would break. He poked and prodded, touching places my wife had never been touched before
, roughly probing them again. The intense pain caused my wife to scream in agony. After the rough handling, her bladder muscles seemed to
lose their elasticity, and my wife instinctively squeezed her legs together, bending them upwards. Hot urine was already
flowing from between the old bachelor's fingers onto the ground. The old bachelor hurriedly grabbed her thighs and pushed them apart.

"Haha... she's wet... she wants you to fuck her!" The crowd stared at the urine shooting from my wife's genitals,
knowing she had lost control of her bladder, and continued to watch, commenting on her slutty state, urging the old bachelor to fuck her.

My wife's incontinence drew everyone's attention. She quickly closed her legs and tried
to cover her genitals with her hands, but the old bachelor suddenly spread her legs apart, then grabbed his already rock-hard
penis and aimed it at her buttocks.

"Ah! No!" My wife realized the old bachelor's intention and quickly turned away. She tried to run away,
but the crowd surrounded her, forcefully pushing her towards the old bachelor. Enraged, the old bachelor grabbed
my wife's hair with one hand and forced her to kneel on the ground with the other, his erect penis about
to thrust into her buttocks...

Chapter Eight.

At this moment, Sister Hua and Sister Hua rushed into the crowd and saw the old bachelor about to rape my wife. Knowing that
Huang Mao had given instructions and fearing trouble, Sister Hua quickly kicked the old bachelor's buttocks and shouted, "Go...go
..."

"Wow..." The onlookers were reluctant to be stopped abruptly, so they started to jeer and make a fuss,
especially the old bachelor who was yelling. Sister Hua and Sister Hong, of course, knew what the crowd was thinking. They
explained to their husbands, and actually to the men present, that although my wife had stolen something and was a thief,
she should be punished, but she couldn't be raped. Because if a man's penis went in, it would be rape. Only if it didn't go in, they could
do whatever they wanted.

"If the penis won't go in, then we'll use something else to go in and see if she dares to steal again..."
Some of the men in the crowd weren't satisfied and wanted to find other ways to humiliate my wife. A slightly drunk
man next to them, after hearing this, got an idea. His face flushed, he picked up a beer bottle, raised it, and shouted, "How about we use this to
poke her?"

"Good...good..." The onlookers cheered and jeered. The old bachelor, who had already put on his shorts, saw
this opportunity and quickly took the beer bottle. My wife knew something was wrong, but she couldn't resist now. She started to panic,
her legs trembling, not knowing what to do. She looked at Sister Hua and
Sister , "Big...big sister...save me..."

Seeing my naked wife squatting helplessly in front of her, Sister Hua threw the things that the blond-haired man had given her earlier—
my wife's floral dress, shirt, and bra, which were in her room—along with Sister Hua and Sister Hong's
underwear and the two hundred yuan in front of my wife. Then she threw the ring she had just taken on the pile of clothes and
said smugly, "How did you steal it? Show us."

Sister Hong then helped explain to the onlookers that the thief had stolen from Sister Hua's house and that she would deal with it. She
even pretended to call the police. Seeing this, the men in the scene became more restrained.

My wife's face was flushed and covered in sweat, her hair a little disheveled, some strands clinging to her face with the sweat.
Her small, bright red mouth was slightly parted, and the nostrils of her high, delicate nose twitched gently with her breath. Thinking
that Sister Hua was telling her to get dressed, she reached for the white underwear and was about to put it on when Sister Hua
slapped her across the face fiercely, her almond-shaped eyes widening as she commanded, "You stole those things
, separate them yourself."

My wife stood up, covering her face, and saw the onlookers shouting, "Damn it, didn't you hear me…?"
Seeing the menacing look around her, she quickly squatted down and separated the white underwear, two hundred yuan, and the ring,
pitifully awaiting their judgment.

"Just these things?" Sister Hua asked coldly after seeing my wife's honest reply, "Is there
anything else?"

"Really, no... I only stole these things." My wife's dazed eyes looked so helpless.

"If you did, how would you explain it?" Sister Hua pressed.

Seeing Sister Hua's cold expression and disdainful look, my wife bit her lip and said helplessly, her voice
trembling , "I... I also stole a ring, but I really didn't touch anything else."

"Yes, and the platinum ring." Sister Hua's tone was clearly mocking; her face turned cold, and her
drawn-out voice was chilling as she said, "I really didn't touch anything else?"

My wife, wrongly accused, knew her situation and didn't know how to answer, so she could only shake her head.
She looked around with pleading eyes, but all she saw were shameless, malicious faces.

At this moment, Sister Hong walked up to my wife, shaking a small strip of red cloth in her hand. It was
the red cloth that had originally wrapped the ring. She smiled slyly, chuckling mischievously, and said, "You didn't touch this, did
you? Haha..."

My wife's mind went blank for a moment, her wildly beating heart froze. Sister Hua looked at my wife's
terrified appearance triumphantly and said in a light tone, "Everyone, she's so dishonest, what should we do?"

"Dishonest? Let's poke her and see if she dares to do it again!" The old bachelor shouted loudly, holding up the beer bottle, and the onlookers
cheered.

My wife wanted to cry, but her cries were drowned out by the crowd's maniacal laughter. She tried to beg for mercy, but only received further
humiliation . The old bachelor immediately grabbed my wife's arm, quickly lifted her thigh with one hand,
and, holding a beer bottle in the other, shoved it wildly into her genitals several times. The stinging pain of the bottle entering made my wife
groan , as if her body was being torn in two. The bottle's tip had only penetrated three or four centimeters when my wife
felt an overwhelming, almost unbearable, impact. Her long hair thrashed wildly as she threw herself onto the old
bachelor , screaming, "No, no... don't put it in..."

The crowd erupted in lewd laughter, enjoying the sight of the old bachelor humiliating my wife.

"Ah!" The tearing pain made my wife wince and cry out. "Please...please
..." Seeing my wife's pleading beneath him, the old bachelor didn't continue penetrating. Instead, he rubbed the beer bottle against my
wife's vaginal opening, the repeated rubbing becoming increasingly unbearable. My wife bit her lip,
shaking

head from side to side, desperately trying to think of something to alleviate the physical pain. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead from the pain. "You've already committed a thief, and you still won't behave even after being caught." Sister Hua and Sister Hua said nonchalantly, "Serves you right!"

My wife hadn't expected the old bachelor to be so violent and perverted. She turned pale with fright, pressing her hands
against his upper body for support, begging for mercy, "Big brother, big sister, please, don't do this to me." Her pleading tone
was clearly on the verge of tears, and she quickly replied, "Ah...I...will...ah..." "

How is it? Isn't it great?" Everyone watched as the beer bottle was thrust into my wife's genitals, and she instinctively let out
a cry of pain, taking the opportunity to ask her insultingly.

My wife struggled, trying to break free from the old bachelor's clutches and get rid of the beer bottle inserted into her lower body. At that
moment, my wife truly felt as if the beer bottle had torn her lower body into a terrible gash.
The pain made her even wish she wasn't a woman—because if she were, she wouldn't feel
the pain, and she wouldn't be tormented like this by this old bachelor—but the beer bottle seemed to be connected to her
vaginal opening , showing no sign of separating despite the old bachelor's twisting.

"Ugh...please...I dare not...uh..." Looking at my wife pleading before her, Sister Hua's lips
curled into a wicked, lewd smile as she said, "Old bachelor, that's enough!"

The moment the beer bottle was finally pulled out of her vagina, my wife barely dared to look at
what her lower body had become. Her private parts, beneath the black grass, had been tormented for so long that even her large labia
had lost their elasticity, drooping there like two fat, sagging pieces of flesh. And inside, her small, moist
labia and warm, honeyed orifice were terrifyingly wide open, like a huge, fleshy, red hole that
couldn't close...

At that moment, my wife wished so much that this was just a dream... a terrible nightmare... But this was not a dream,
but a tragic reality.

Sister Hua watched my wife's humiliated and terrified expression with a smug look. She chuckled, picked up the ring from the ground,
threaded the red ribbon through it, tied a knot, and then, holding the ribbon-attached ring, asked with a mocking tone,
"Where did you hide this after you stole it?"

My wife froze, taking the ring with the ribbon attached, her hand trembling uncontrollably,
unsure how to answer.

Sister Hua looked at my wife with an indifferent expression, smiled wickedly, and asked the crowd in a light tone,
"Where did you see this thing hidden down there?"

"Inside the cunt." "In the asshole, that's more fun." The crowd chattered noisily, and
finally they all agreed, "Yes! That's right! It's hidden in the asshole, that's right!"

So, under the coercion of the crowd, my wife followed their instructions and stuffed the ring into her anus, while the red cloth strip hung
outside ; then she folded two hundred-yuan bills into small rolls, wrapped them in Sister Hua's white underwear, and forced them into
her vagina herself. My poor wife endured the excruciating pain, straining her neck back, her beautiful face contorted with pain
, her full breasts heaving
exaggeratedly .

My wife's pitiful state was truly heartbreaking, but Sister Hua and Sister Hong remained
unmoved . Seeing my wife's embarrassed and anxious expression, they became even more smug. Sister Hua's smile grew even more wicked. She
picked up the bra from the ground, its buttons torn by the blond-haired man, and made my wife hang it on her large breasts. Then, she put on a white
shirt. Sister Hua looked indifferently at my wife, who was still naked from the waist down. She pointed to Sister Hong's red
lace and said in a cold and forceful tone, "Put these on, or leave like this."

My wife hesitated, looking at the panties that weren't hers. She thought she couldn't be naked from the waist down; having some covering was better than
nothing . After a quick mental calculation, she immediately pulled the panties on.

Because Sister Hong is petite, while my wife has a more voluptuous figure, especially her
large, round, and perky buttocks, my wife struggled to put on the underwear. Because it didn't fit properly, a large section of her pubic hair
was completely exposed, and half of her buttocks were also visible. Furthermore, Sister Hong's original underwear...
Her pants were worn out, with a half-ripped crotch. The remaining fabric was deeply embedded in her vulva, and
the panties stuffed inside stretched her vaginal opening, exposing most of her brown labia minora. The entire
outline was clearly visible. Even more embarrassing was the white, sticky liquid on the crotch of her panties
—the semen left by Sister Hua and her husband that afternoon. The sticky feeling was truly unpleasant.

My wife, passively wearing these clothes, felt uncomfortable and instinctively covered her lower body with her hands. Suddenly,
goosebumps rose all over her body, as if she had been hit by a biting cold wind. She shivered,
but Sister Hua stopped her, taking her hands away and laughing loudly, "Haha…look at this thief's slutty appearance!"

The men in the room immediately erupted in another burst of laughter from behind! Before my wife could even process what was happening
, someone suddenly shouted, "The police are here... the police are here!"

There came my cousin, Da Mao, dressed in a police uniform, followed by three uniformed security guards. Before Da
Mao and the others could even ask anything, Sister Hua and Sister Hong immediately pointed at my wife and accused her of stealing.

Da Mao, seeing my wife's head bowed, seriously questioned Sister Hua about what had happened. Sister Hua, holding
the empty red box that had originally contained two rings, told Da Mao that she had returned home that afternoon, found the door
locked but no one home, and, sensing something was wrong, came with the others to investigate. They discovered my wife stealing from her room;
now her two rings and some cash were missing, which my wife must have stolen and hidden on her person.

When my wife saw the police arrive, she was unsure whether it was a good or bad thing, and felt uneasy. However, the onlookers
immediately became angry upon seeing the police, and soon the restaurant was filled with noise. Everyone started pointing
and whispering , with several people saying that their house had been burgled and that my wife must have done it. Some even pushed and pulled at my wife,
but Da Mao and his men stopped them.

"Don't panic, everyone. You have to trust the police's handling of the situation," Da Mao shouted to the onlookers. Meanwhile,
the security guards grabbed my wife's arms, twisted her wrists behind her back, and handcuffed her. Her arms were twisted behind her back and raised high
, forcing my wife to lower her head. Her nose almost touched her knees. With
a forceful pull, my wife was forced to stagger away with her head down and her buttocks sticking out.

My wife was forced to walk through the hall into the courtyard in this humiliating manner. A large crowd had already gathered
there, chanting slogans like "Kill her!" My wife was forced by Da Mao and his men, her buttocks raised, through the crowd.
Fists and slaps rained down on her, but what she felt most was that some men were taking advantage of
her, especially groping her raised buttocks.

My wife had never suffered such humiliation in her life. Although she was forced to keep her head down and dared not speak,
the shame of being handcuffed like this as a woman was unbearable. She lowered her head further, using her long hair
to cover her face. But a security guard standing behind her grabbed her hair and pulled it back,
forcing her to raise her face. The pain felt worse than being stabbed to death.

Finally, she was terrified and forced into a police car. My wife broke down, tears streaming down her face, sobbing
softly .

Chapter Nine

. In the 1990s, the city government referred to farmers who left the countryside without permission to
work , without urban household registration or temporary residence permits, as "blindly migrating people" or "three-no
people" (people without a household registration, temporary residence, or city residency). The city government's police and community security teams could easily expel or arrest these migrant workers who had left
the countryside detaining and sending them to labor camps.

The police car escorted my wife to a courtyard house, a rectangular courtyard consisting of two-story bungalows
. The bungalows were much taller than ordinary bungalows, about four to five meters high, and the corridors were sealed off with thick steel and
iron gates, painted a dark green, making it look eerie and terrifying. As soon as the police car entered, it immediately closed the gates
.

The moment the back door of the police car opened, my wife was stunned! It was a very large courtyard, filled with a dark mass of people squatting inside
, divided into two groups. One group had about four or five men, and the other had seven or eight women!
"Squat down!" "Hands on your head!" "Fuck you! Hurry up! Line up!" There were
quite a few security guards with batons directing the crowd. Anyone who was slow would be punched, kicked, or hit with a baton.

When the security guards in the yard saw Da Mao bring my wife out of the police car, they saw that my wife was handcuffed behind her back and
wearing red underwear. They were particularly lecherous at the large tuft of pubic hair that was exposed. But they were very respectful
to Da Mao. One of the guards approached Da Mao and said, "Boss, these are the people
our director just arrested. They don't have temporary residence permits and are living illegally."

"Oh, this one is a thief. She was caught red-handed. Keep a close eye on her." Da Mao pointed at my wife and
ordered , "Uncuff her first and have her line up over there for inspection."

After hearing this, the three guards roughly pressed down on my wife's body, stared at my wife's exposed buttocks, unlocked
the handcuffs , and ordered my wife to put her hands on her head and line up with the seven or eight women.

To allow them to abuse and humiliate the members of the joint defense team without restraint, Da Mao and the security guards first questioned
whether anyone had been arrested before or had contact with the police. It turned out that one man and a woman around fifty years old
had been arrested, while the others had never been to a police station or had any dealings with the police.

To prevent trouble from those who knew how the police handled cases, Da Mao quickly had the man and woman locked up by
the guards, citing their prior criminal records and the need for harsher punishment. This left only four men and eight women in the courtyard, all squatting
with their hands behind their heads , their faces showing tension, fear, repression, and shame.

To ascertain the details of those arrested, Da Mao and the security guards, as if conducting a routine investigation, solemnly had
a bespectacled guard register each person's name, address, occupation, family members, and
how . After completing this, they handed

the registration forms to Da Mao. Da Mao, holding the forms, instructed the guards to take the men into the examination room first, while the women were guarded outside by
three guards. Then he went into the office.

In the office on the south side of the courtyard, Yellow Hair was already smoking and waiting for Big Hair. As soon as he saw Big Hair, he
excitedly asked, "Hey buddy, what does that woman look like?"

"How would I know if she wasn't fully naked? But her skin is so white, and I didn't expect her pubic hair to be showing
so much, haha!" After Big Hair and Yellow Hair verbally insulted my wife, Yellow Hair then said that those people outside were...
My old classmate works at a garment factory. He's only been in Guangdong for a few days and has been staying at his old classmate's old house. His
classmate borrowed money from him to start the factory. His classmate said the new girls who just arrived were young and pretty, so
he brought them along while his factory was quiet. He figured they could have whatever they wanted.

Da Mao was secretly delighted, but he also cautiously warned Huang Mao to be careful. One of the men and women arrested at the
garment factory had been arrested elsewhere before, so they might be familiar with the procedures.
Luckily, he'd discovered them and locked them up in the back.

"You're more experienced as a policeman!" Huang Mao asked after hearing this, "Does the thief have
any connections ?"

Da Mao, reminded by Huang Mao, picked up the registration form from earlier and looked at it on his desk. After thinking for a moment, he said
excitedly , "Oh! Meimei Supermarket on Gongqian Road in Hekai Village? That woman is her sister!"

It turned out that my wife had accurately written down her sister Amei's information on the registration form. Da Mao knew Amei and her husband
, because the Meimei Supermarket, run by my wife's sister and her husband Ayan, was in the next village, also under Da Mao's jurisdiction.
The so-called Meimei Supermarket was actually just a small grocery store, an old house along the street converted into a shop,
rented out by Azhu, a villager, to Amei and Ayan.

Da Mao knew my wife's sister Amei because he had handled a dispute. That's because the newly opened Meimei
Supermarket was too small. There was a bed behind the counter and a kitchen next to it. Not only was there no place to shower, but the most
embarrassing and inconvenient thing was that there was no toilet. So, Ayan secretly built
a to use as a shower and toilet. A few days later, Amei discovered that Old Wu in the back room was spying on
her while she was bathing. The honest but stuttering Ayan went to confront Old Wu,
but
a scoundrel and actually said to her face that Amei's breasts were big but sagging and unattractive, and that she had too much pubic hair and it was too dark to see clearly. Ayan was so angry that he pushed Old Wu, which caused a big commotion. Old Wu immediately lay down on the ground and refused to get up. He called his son and
the villagers and claimed that the buildings behind Meimei Supermarket were illegally occupying the villagers' public land. He demanded that they be demolished, but the supermarket owner
beat him up. Outsiders bullying villagers was unacceptable. Ayan was surrounded and severely beaten, feeling like he was swallowing a bitter pill.
Fortunately, Amei immediately ran to her landlord, Azhu, for help. Azhu was also from the village and couldn't intervene directly, so
he called Da Mao, the police officer in charge of the village, to come and help.

Da Mao, A Zhu, and A Mei arrived. While Da Mao was gathering information, several young men from the village saw
A Mei in a panic. She was wearing a close-fitting white loungewear set, and it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. Her tight,
tight shorts revealed small red underwear. The men immediately turned on A Mei
, groping her. A Mei was terrified and cried out to Da Mao for help.

Da Mao, wanting to prevent the situation from spiraling out of control, saw the villagers shouting and intervened. He understood
what had happened; it was obvious the villagers were bullying the migrant worker couple. Da Mao looked down and saw A Yan lying on the ground,
beaten, while A Mei trembled pitifully. The lecherous Da Mao naturally sided with the villagers. He
demanded that A Mei and her husband apologize to Lao Wu and pay for medical expenses. Surrounded by the villagers, A Mei,
wanting escape as quickly as possible, agreed.

Later, Lao Wu found Da Mao, the local police officer, gave him a red envelope as a token of gratitude, and
told that he had now adopted Amei as his goddaughter and hoped Da Mao would take care of her in the future.

Huang Mao, in the office, leered and said, "Haha, her sister is that old man's goddaughter? Haha!"

"Oh! Right, I'll call Lao Wu right away and ask him to bring his goddaughter Amei over." Da Mao
then discussed with Huang Mao that Huang Mao would handle Amei once she arrived, while he would deal with my wife.

Da Mao walked out of the office to the center of the courtyard. The security guard who had been watching outside was
taking a picture , while the other seven women, including my wife, were obediently squatting in a row with their hands behind their heads. The so-called "picture
" was for those who had been arrested; they had their names written on cardboard and held them to their chests
for photos .

After Da Mao urged the security guards taking photos to hurry up, he went straight into the inspection room. Inside, he saw four men
standing awkwardly naked. One of them, a burly migrant worker about 1.66 meters tall, was being
held down by two guards by the hair, one by the shoulder, and another was hitting his
penis with a plastic baton. The foreskin of his penis still had white discharge from intercourse. The guard lewdly said, "You son of a bitch!
This is proof of your prostitution!" followed by a sinister laugh.

It turned out that one of the arrested men was a married couple who had just finished having sex when Da Mao arrested them. They hadn't had time
to wash themselves. Although the guards knew this, they used the lack of a marriage certificate and household registration to prove it was prostitution,
forcing the man to confess that his wife was a prostitute. The man's face remained expressionless; he simply backed away, supporting himself with his hands
to ease the pain, and pleaded that his family was poor, so he had come to work here a few months after getting married. He said
they didn't , and the woman he had been with was indeed his wife.

Upon hearing this, Da Mao felt he could bully the man and conceived the idea of humiliating the couple. He knew that
apart from my wife, who was supposedly a thief, the rest of the arrested people were from the same factory and the same place. The man
in front of him even claimed that his wife's aunt, colleague, and fellow villager, who had helped arrest her, could all prove
they were a real couple. Da Mao was overjoyed. He pretended to be serious and responsible, instructing the security guards to
take the four men in the inspection room to the back courtyard for safekeeping. Then, Da Mao and the other security guards went outside.

In the courtyard, Da Mao and the security guards reprimanded my wife and the other seven women who were squatting on the ground, ordering them to stand up and line up
to enter the inspection room. Inside, there was an old man in a white coat with a lewd expression. He
ordered the women to stand against the wall and be searched before entering the inspection room. The man in the white coat, holding a transparent plastic bag,
roared, "Put everything on the ground! Anyone who dares to hide anything will face the consequences." The reason was simple:
to check for any hidden items.

My wife and seven other women stood in a row, terrified. Hearing the order to remove all their clothes, their faces
flushed with tension, fear, and shame. They all hesitated, fidgeting...

Da Mao knew these women had no experience with the police, so he decided to give my wife
a hard time . He grabbed her hair. My wife's pitiful state was truly heartbreaking, but
Da Mao and the security guards remained unmoved, their smug satisfaction growing as they watched her look on with shame and panic.
Da Mao tugged at my wife's white shirt, staring indifferently at her lower body. He pointed to her red
lace panties and said in a cold, forceful tone, "Take them all off and hand over what you stole!"

My wife instinctively covered her lower body with her hands, suddenly breaking out in goosebumps as if hit by a biting
cold wind. She shivered all over, and under Da Mao's coercion, she
stripped off , obediently pulling out the ring she had stuffed into her anus. She then forcefully inserted her fingers into her vagina, placing the white
panties and two hundred-yuan bills from her bag on the ground.

The other women nearby looked at my wife's actions with disbelief. At this moment,
Da Mao squatted down, and a security guard inserted his baton between my wife's legs, forcefully
striking upwards into her pubic hair. My wife let out another muffled groan, not resisting, but glaring at him with a flushed face.

"Hiding something here is quite well concealed, isn't it?" The security guard tapped my wife's most precious
spot from bottom to top, while the other security guards let out a lewd laugh.

My wife sobbed in shame, her fear beyond description.
Da Mao stroked the tuft of black hair on her genitals, laughing lewdly, "So much pubic hair, good for covering up, huh?"

"We still need a ring, we'll make that clear later!" Da Mao said, seeing my wife nod hesitantly and
helplessly stood up and warned the other women, "Did you see that? Take your clothes off. If you're hiding
anything or drugs, we won't be polite if we find out!"

Chapter Ten

The other six women saw that my wife really did have something hidden in her genitals. To prove their innocence, and
under the intimidation of the security guards, they were forced to take off their clothes reluctantly. The migrant worker's wife looked extremely embarrassed and moved awkwardly when she took off
her shorts . Besides the fact that she had been caught without underwear, the most important thing
was that there was a large white, sticky liquid on the crotch of her shorts. It was the semen she hadn't
cleaned up , and the sticky feeling in her genitals was really uncomfortable.

Suddenly, the examination room was filled with naked, white bodies. These naked women shyly
covered their breasts with one arm and their genitals with the other, trembling like
a group of naked chickens waiting to be slaughtered.

Da Mao walked directly in front of one of the women, lifted her chin, and forced her face
upwards , squeezing and kneading her face forcefully. He said, "The public reported you for prostitution. What do you have to say?"

"N-no…no…" The woman's face was flushed, her lips were turning pale, and fine beads of sweat
were .

"Look, this cunt still has evidence of prostitution!" Da Mao slapped the woman's thighs, forcing
her to open up.

"I…I was with my husband…" The woman's nervous breath made her body unable to move, and her bladder
still couldn't be relieved.

"Insert it here...is that your husband? Then why can't you produce a marriage certificate?" one of the lewd security guards
asked, his tone barely concealing his excitement. As he asked, he fiddled with the woman's wet labia, saying in
a strange voice , "Hehe! You can earn extra money here when you're not working at the factory?"

Standing next to the woman was a woman nearing forty, with a rather voluptuous figure. Her large, white breasts
hung on her chest, with particularly large areolas and nipples. Her vulva was large, bulging, and fleshy. It seemed that she was the woman's aunt. She
couldn't bear to see her niece being insulted like this, so she said helplessly in a low voice, "Comrade...
they really are husband and wife!"

"Slap!" Before the aunt could finish speaking, Da Mao slammed a heavy blow to her left cheek, causing her fair face
to swell and turn red. Da Mao shouted with a dark face, "Anyone who comes in here has to raise their hand and report before speaking, understand?"

The aunt's eyes widened in terror, and she made muffled sounds, "Ugh... Ah?... Ugh..."

"Slap..." Da Mao slapped her again and said, "Come on, step forward, squat down, raise your hands, and report what's wrong!"

The aunt was somewhat at a loss. Having never dealt with the police before, she was trembling with fear. She
nodded , having no choice but to obey Da Mao's orders.

Da Mao and the security guards saw the naked aunt, who, after being slapped twice, was
trembling with fear. She foolishly followed Da Mao's instructions, taking two steps forward and squatting down. To avoid
exposing , she tightly clamped her thighs together, then raised her hands and reported that the woman was her niece, and that the man arrested with her
was indeed her niece's husband.

After thoroughly enjoying the sight of my aunt, Da Mao confirmed that the two women were indeed aunt and niece.
He also learned that the woman had been brought here by my aunt to work. With a wicked grin, Da Mao demanded that my aunt and the woman step forward and stand
facing the wall alongside my wife and the other five women. They were then made
to put their hands behind their heads, and even more embarrassingly, spread their legs.

Next, the man in the white coat walked directly to my wife and the other four women, lewdly explaining that according to genetics
, if both aunt and niece are female, their sexual organs are generally similar. Da Mao knew my wife had
been arrested for theft and didn't know the others, so he wanted to use her to humiliate the woman.

A surge of pleasure washed over Da Mao. He claimed it was inconvenient for a male to conduct the examination and asked my wife to do it instead.
Helpless, my wife complied, touching and squeezing the breasts of my aunt and the woman, and then pulling back the foreskins of their clitorises
to expose them to everyone.

My wife was completely following Da Mao's instructions. Her fingers were still inserted into their
vaginas . Their faces were flushed red; their most shameful parts were being
publicly violated by a complete stranger. Hatred was growing in their eyes. They tried to struggle free, but
Da Mao grinned maliciously and warned that resistance would result in a forced examination. So they could only
stare in fear, their bodies trembling with humiliation.

Five minutes later, Da Mao told my wife to return to her place, chuckling as he asked how the
examination . My wife, looking naive, simply replied, "Very...similar..."

Da Mao was very satisfied with my wife's answer and performance. He then asked the other women, who confirmed that
the aunt and the woman had similar pubic hair and female characteristics, confirming their kinship.

The aunt and the woman returned to their line, thinking this would show everyone that the couple wasn't
prostitutes . But Da Mao stared sharply at the aunt, sneering, "Because of your kinship with her..."
" So, whether your niece is a prostitute or not, legally, cannot prove it." "

Also, according to reports from the public, you brought your niece here to prostitute herself. You are suspected of organizing prostitution.
You'll have to explain yourself properly later!" Da Mao's words made my aunt's face turn as white as paper, and her naked body
trembled slightly.

"By the way, we also found two unused condoms in their room." Whether it was
true , the security guard pointed to the women standing with my wife and said seriously, "You used to
work during the day and solicit customers at night. The local people had a lot of complaints about you and reported you many times."

The women trembled and seemed a little panicked. Da Mao said, "Today is
a special operation to crack down on prostitution, gambling, and drugs. Now you must undergo STD testing and urine sampling. I hope you
will cooperate!"

The row of women with my wife clearly sensed the menacing aura of Da Mao and the security guards. In their panic,
their lips trembled and they couldn't speak.

The inspection began. The older man in the white coat distributed disposable plastic urine test cups to every woman present.
Then, he loudly announced that, in accordance with the Public Security Law, the Detention Regulations, and other relevant laws,
urine samples were taken for testing to check for drug use. During the testing process, to avoid
misrepresenting other people's urine or water as one's own and confusing the test results, it was stipulated that urine samples could not be collected from toilets or other
places . The urine samples had to be collected in front of the inspector. Anyone who refused to be tested or deliberately did not urinate in an attempt
to evade legal punishment would be subject to forced catheterization.

"Come on, you four, come here first." The man in the white coat walked in front, while the
man in the yellow coat and the other security guards scrutinized my wife, the aunt and nephew, and another woman who was about thirty years old and a bit overweight. They led them
to the right corner of the wall next to the window. My wife and the others saw that the wall was concave, probably because the original corridor had been
enclosed . There were three large steps on the ground, more than seventy centimeters higher than the ground. The steps had four inward-sloping grooves,
and on both sides of the grooves were two red brick squatting positions, which were twenty centimeters wider than normal squatting positions. This was the masterpiece of Da Mao and Huang Mao after
many modifications. The level of humiliation for a woman to urinate in public in such a squatting toilet was unimaginable. What was even more
hateful was that Huang Mao and Da Mao had also installed a large glass mirror at the bottom of the wall, and above the glass mirror was a
water pipe that could be used to hold hands.

Faced with such a public place where urine was being collected, my wife and the others were both surprised and embarrassed. They
stood there the doctor in the white coat saw the sunlight coming in through the window and worried that it would affect the viewing experience, he went over
and drew the curtains, then turned on the incandescent light. Instantly, the squatting table became as bright as a stage. "Get up there, all of you..." Da Mao shouted,

looking at my wife and the other three standing timidly at the bottom of the four squat toilet steps. The fat woman standing next to Da Mao, seeing the bright lights and the height and width of the toilet, couldn't bear the embarrassment of urinating in front of her. Besides, she hadn't done anything illegal. So she turned around and said to Da Mao with some self-righteousness, "I haven't done drugs, I can't urinate like this..." "Everyone arrested has to be checked..." Before the fat woman could finish speaking, the man in the white coat grabbed her hair and yanked her back, then said angrily, "You dare to break the rules." The fat woman screamed "Ah!" and stumbled, falling backward to the ground. Da Mao grabbed her hair and made her stand up. Two security guards immediately grabbed the fat woman's arms. Da Mao looked at her, his fierce eyes flashing, and shouted, "Take her in, give her a good talking-to, and then force her to undergo a catheterization." "Ah, what are you doing! I didn't do drugs!!!!" the fat woman screamed in terror. Her arms were held down by security guards, and she struggled naked. She raised her left leg to kick Da Mao, who caught it with his hand. A large clump of pubic hair was exposed. Da Mao pulled at her pubic hair with his other hand and growled, "How dare you hit a policeman if you didn't do drugs? Shave her hair off and give her a thorough examination!!!" With a loud bang, the door to the inner room on one side of the examination room was slammed shut, and the fat woman was forcibly dragged away . Accompanying her were her pitiful cries and her constant pleas for mercy.

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