[Kuomintang female spy]

My name is Yu Mei, and my profession is a secret agent.
Not one of those stunningly beautiful, highly skilled female spies from American blockbusters. Although they are beautiful and
captivating, I can no longer compare to them; after all, I'm past my prime. But back then, I
was a well-known beauty in the Nationalist Army.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but pull out my photo album, looking at those yellowed black and white pictures. A crisp military uniform,
long, wavy hair, a small boat-shaped cap, and half-height leather boots—at 20, I was a picture of haughty beauty
. On the album's cover, I saw two very important, secret photos. They were
taken when I was 23, after the Nationalist Army's defeat and the occupation of Jinan by the Communist army…
"Yes, sir." After receiving the assignment, I walked out of the commander's office carrying a black folder. The mission
, in reality, was simply to go to the commander's residence that evening with Secretary Zhang. It was my birthday, and they wanted to help me celebrate
.
On the way back to the dormitory, many passing training units stirred with excitement. I know it's because of my
beauty; I was one of the most beautiful women in the Nationalist Army in Jinan.
I was born into a prestigious family; both my parents held important positions in the Nationalist Army. However, five years ago
, during a battle, my father's erroneous order led to the loss of approximately 20,000 elite troops. My father
was dismissed and investigated, and two years ago, health problems caused him to die in prison. My beloved wife, who deeply loved my father, became anxious and
mentally unstable, residing in a sanatorium in Nanjing. As for me, I took my father's place and joined the Nationalist Army.
Three years of training helped me adapt to military life, and my childishness gradually transformed into mature charm.
I learned how to handle the busy official duties and the lecherous glances of the male soldiers.
But then, tragedy struck.
My father died, and my family collapsed under this devastating news. The empty house instantly became my
home as a single woman. Every day, I left home alone in silence and returned alone in silence; at that time,
I was lifeless. At this moment, the army commander came to visit me. Several of his personal bodyguards and
Secretary Zhang, whom I liked very much, knocked on my door together.
At home, I naturally wouldn't wear that damned police uniform anymore; a light green cheongsam perfectly outlined
my figure, and light makeup helped to brighten my pale complexion. I opened the iron gate, and the first thing I saw was Secretary Zhang
's gold-rimmed glasses and gentle smile. He told me that the army commander, seeing how listless I looked, had come to
visit me, hoping I would regain my sharp and capable image.
I generously welcomed them in, made some fragrant coffee, and gracefully sat down on the sofa opposite the army commander
. I always knew how to maintain my perfect image, and this time was no exception.
Secretary Zhang's interested gaze lingered on me for a while, then she looked up and praised me, saying, "Xiao Mei, you look
a hundred times prettier like this than in your military uniform!"
Hearing my beloved praise me like this, a blush immediately spread across my face. Lowering my chin, I fluttered
my pearly eyelashes a few times, and thanked him shyly for the compliment. The commander chuckled and said, "
Little Zhang, you see, Xiao Mei is quite interested in you, isn't she? How about it? Do you need me to play matchmaker
? Xiao Mei is all alone right now, and she needs someone like you to comfort and protect her."
Hearing the commander say this, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed, but I desperately suppressed my excitement and waited for
Secretary Zhang's reply.
He didn't answer directly, but walked straight towards me, half-knelt in front of me, took my hand
, and proposed with deep affection. The proof of his proposal was a dazzling diamond ring.
I didn't accept the diamond ring. I stared intently at Secretary Zhang's eager eyes, sighed softly, and
refused him: "I can't accept it. My father just passed away, and now this is happening. I can't just think of myself. So
, I can't agree." Secretary Zhang hesitated for a moment, then continued to persuade me: "We're just engaged. We
'll never betray your father. Can't we get married a year later? I'm just afraid someone else will take you away."
Looking at his pleading expression, I really couldn't resist letting him put the ring on my finger, but in the end,
I still fulfilled my filial duty.
My refusal once again made him lose face, and even the commander's smile faltered. Finally,
he looked at me with annoyance, walked back to his seat with a frustrated expression, and took a sip of coffee.
"You really won't become mine? I like you very much." Secretary Zhang seemed to have lost his usual refinement, and
something unfamiliar rose in his eyes. The corps commander strolled over, the strong smell of smoke filling my nostrils. "
Xiao Mei, you're really asking for trouble."
Hearing this, I froze. Secretary Zhang quickly came over, pinched my chin—it
hurt! "I told you this wouldn't work, Commander. Since you like her anyway, why not grant your wish now
?" He pulled me up, one hand reaching for the slit of my cheongsam. My mind went blank.
I never imagined the man I admired was like this.
I stood there dumbfounded, letting him grope me for a moment. Just as his lips touched mine, I forcefully broke free and
ran towards the door.
"Stop her!" the commander ordered the guards at the door. A moment later, they dragged me
back to them. "Xiao Zhang, she's the one you've chosen. I won't interfere. I'll
just have a taste later. Now, she's yours."
Secretary Zhang waved his hand, and I was carried into my parents' bedroom. That old, dark iron bed was once my
cradle, the place where I fell asleep to stories told by my mother when I was little. But now, it looked to me like
the execution ground where I lost my girlhood.
Secretary Zhang walked around the room and found a roll of cotton rope. I watched him approach in terror and begged,
"No, please let me go! I... I'll accept your proposal, okay?" But he had abandoned his usual gentle demeanor
and looked at me with a strange smile: "Too bad, Xiaomei, you've aroused my interest. If you don't help me,
how can I resist? Don't you like me? Be my woman." With that, he began to unbutton my
clothes. I was being held up by two burly guards and had no way to resist.
In an instant, I was left only in my underwear. Secretary Zhang's hand slid down my face,
turning to the guards beside him and saying, "Weren't you all so eager for her beauty? I'll arouse her desire
for you, so you can have your fun too."
His hand moved to my back, skillfully unbuttoning my bra, but instead of taking it off, he ripped it off violently
, turning the light blue bra into a tattered piece of cloth. "Next, the lower body," he said, removing his glasses.
The obvious desire in his eyes made my legs go weak, and I could only stand up with the support of two people. My shorts were also torn.
He seemed to enjoy seeing my terrified expression, not rushing to touch me, but looking me up and down, then
bringing the torn underwear to his nose and sniffing it suggestively: "Smells so good, the scent of a virgin is truly unique."
I was already blushing furiously, begging him to let me go, even though I knew it was impossible. The guards on either side
held my arms, their skin burning hot, their gazes intense. I closed my eyes tightly,
knowing there was no escape today, and silently prayed it would end quickly.
But instead of taking my body, he teased me, deliberately arousing my desire and making me feel
unbearably shy. He kissed me gently, like a man kissing his beloved girl; the familiar scent relaxed
my nerves, and I became lost in his kiss.
Then, he took my breasts in his hands, slowly kneading each one, a ticklish, warm
sensation spreading through me. His breath moved to my ear, and he whispered sweet
words, saying he did it because he loved me, afraid someone else would take me first, and he would be heartbroken
. Although I knew it was a lie, I still felt hot all over and incredibly pleased. He began licking my
earlobes and neck, his warm breath spraying into my ears and on the sides of my neck, the tingling sensation making me gasp softly
. Secretary Zhang laughed, kissing my breasts while signaling the two guards to help him tie me securely to the bed.
His kisses made me dizzy, and when I came to my senses, only Secretary Zhang and I were left in the room,
firmly strapped to the bed in a spread-eagle position, my private parts clearly exposed to him. I
wanted to bite my tongue and die, but he always managed to kiss me at the right moment, dispelling my thoughts. He slowly moved down
, burying his face between my legs. In that instant, I felt ashamed and angry, yet a strange feeling stirred within me;
I hoped he wouldn't stop.
"Oh..." I finally let out a soft moan. He looked up with satisfaction, removed his own clothes, and I
saw a towering, erect penis standing before me. He caressed my breasts and asked, "Do you like it, baby?
In a moment, I'll use it to satisfy you, to make you a complete woman." He kissed my wrists and
ankles, gently biting the ropes binding me, while teasing my genitals with his fingers. My rose-colored petals trembled slightly
, then turned bright red with excitement, flowing with glistening nectar. He caught some in his hand and sucked on it
, while slowly inserting the middle finger of his other hand, beginning to move rhythmically.
His movements were so gentle that I believed he truly loved me. A woman's pure love can
make her foolish. I wished I were his wife, and this was our first night as newlyweds.
I began to stop suppressing my feelings, moaning softly with his movements, and then watched as his symbol
became red, swollen, and hard, even more frightening than before. I'd never seen a man's genitals before, and I always felt shy. But now
, Secretary Zhang was on top of me, his enormous erection right in front of me. He swayed his red genitals,
gesturing for me to open my mouth, but I was afraid. I kept my mouth tightly shut to prevent it from touching my lips. Without giving me a chance to resist,
he quickened his finger work, circling my genitals with his tongue. Seeing I still wouldn't open my mouth, he bit down on
my tender core. The pressure of his teeth wasn't too strong, but the stimulation was intense. I couldn't bear
the intense stimulation and cried out.
Seemingly having found my sensitive spot, he pulled and tugged with satisfaction, his fingers becoming two, squeezing me
until my lower body ached painfully. Seeing my painful yet blissful expression, he once again gently coaxed me to open my mouth and accept him.
This time, I obediently listened and began to suck on his penis...
"Use your tongue, baby, lick it slowly." Following his instructions, I stuck out my tongue and licked the
mushroom-shaped head. It was so hot and so big; my mouth couldn't contain it. Without any extra hands to help, I could only
try my best to envelop it with my lips. His movements, though small, repeatedly reached my throat,
making me feel nauseous.
He hummed comfortably, enjoying the embrace of my lips while invading my lower body. His extra hands
were still pulling and kneading my pink nipples. After a while, I couldn't bear the stimulation anymore. I felt a
strange tingling sensation spreading throughout my body, my lower abdomen tightening, and a stream of fluid flowed from my lower abdomen,
which he naturally collected.
"Oh? Baby? You want me now, don't you?" Secretary Zhang turned around, his handsome face
gradually magnifying before my eyes. He kissed my lips again, his tongue entwining with mine. The taste was different from before;
his tongue brought the taste of my private parts, salty and astringent, which I wasn't used to, but I liked the feeling of his kiss
.
He lay on top of me, kneeling between my legs. He said my labia minora were like a newly opened orchid
, forming a trumpet shape waiting for his entry. These words made me blush, and my legs unconsciously tightened a
little.
"Don't squeeze me now, baby. When you feel good later, you'll squeeze my waist, not wanting me to leave.
" He took his penis, rubbed it a few times at the entrance of my vulva, covered in lubricating fluid, and began to
slowly squeeze in.
"It hurts!" I cried out, my lower body twisting and turning, trying to escape the tearing sensation of penetration. Secretary Zhang
said nothing more, holding my hips firmly with both hands, and thrusting his hips hard. "Ahhh!" I arched my back,
my hands clenching tightly, my nails digging into my flesh. It hurt so much, it really hurt. His penis was huge and hot,
burning every inch of my skin.
He paused briefly, then reached out and continued teasing my most sensitive spots. Soon, seeing that my expression seemed
less pained, he began to thrust more vigorously. The pain had lessened, and my mind went
blank; all my sensations were concentrated in my lower abdomen. Instinctive reactions slowly emerged, growing stronger and stronger.
Although I loved him deeply, my girlish reserve reminded me that I mustn't show any pleasure in this situation
. I knew that if I cried out, he would treat me even more wildly.
But I couldn't resist. As his movements intensified, my will gradually crumbled, and finally, I groaned.
Those soft moans acted as a catalyst, accelerating his thrusts inside me. His enormous penis, like a wild horse unleashed
, thrust left and right within my tender pink orifice, devouring my nerves and self-esteem…
He lay panting between my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue. He had already ejaculated, but his massive
penis remained inside me, unchanged. He untied the ropes binding my wrists, kissing the marks
, gently biting them with his teeth. He picked me up and made me turn over and lie face down. Wasn't this like being a dog? I resisted fiercely,
shaking my head desperately. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hair and slapped me. "You're disobeying? Do you want me
to tie you up again?" I shrank back in fear, but with my hair in his hand, where could I run? He
beckoned the guards in. Four or five men, seeing my current state, greedily swallowed their saliva. The army
commander also came in, smiling as he walked over, touching my swollen breasts and trembling lower body, praising Secretary Zhang with satisfaction
: "Impressive, Xiao Zhang, did you enjoy it? This woman's voice is so seductive, I'm hard. Come on,
let me have some fun."
My eyes widened. What? He... he was going to rape me too? I couldn't help but cry, finally shedding tears:
"No, please, please don't do this to me anymore." In front of these people, I was like a caged bird,
what right did I have to beg?
Secretary Zhang pulled his penis out of my body; it had obviously shrunk. He wasn't dressed. He turned me
over, made me kneel on the ground, my upper body lying on the bed, my hands tied to the sides of the bed, then sat
in front of me, making me lie on his lap to continue giving him oral sex.
I lay there, my entire buttocks facing the commander. He, unable to contain himself any longer, pulled down his pants and moved closer.
He had the guards lift my legs, nearly suspending me in mid-air, my pink genitals inviting him in.
The commander didn't tease me much; he dipped his penis in my earlier fluids and thrust in forcefully. The surrounding soldiers
cheered for him. With each thrust, tears welled up in my eyes again. Unable to remain still,
Secretary Zhang was pressing my head down, forcing me to suckle. I felt a pang of sadness but still tried to please them.
The two men took turns, sometimes half-suspending me, exposing my private parts for their penetration, sometimes binding
my legs and forcefully spreading them apart, making me lie on the ground like a pig awaiting slaughter. They even enjoyed watching me
perform oral sex on the soldiers in turns. Although I lacked experience and skill, the mere sight of them had already aroused them,
so it wasn't long before they ejaculated into my mouth. Ignoring my desperate vomiting, Secretary Zhang once again pulled me close and thrust
inside. The repeated torment left my lower body swollen and red, stained with his virgin blood. He roughly kneaded
my breasts, a stark contrast to his earlier gentleness. "Call me master, now!" he commanded.
My lower body was completely numb; I could only feel the iron-like penis thrusting in and out rapidly, but his ferocious movements
continued, each stroke reaching its peak, intensifying my unbearable desire. Finally, unable to endure the torment any longer, I
let out another soft moan, uttering two indistinct words. Hearing me call him master seemed to please him greatly, and
his pace intensified. My vagina, already wracked with pain from their repeated assaults, could hardly withstand such
treatment. So, after the last surge of heat, I finally fainted…
When I awoke, I found only Secretary Zhang and myself lying embracing on the large iron bed.
He breathed quietly, his arms tightly around me. My movement of looking around startled him awake. He opened
his eyes, saw I was awake, leaned over and gently kissed me, then rolled over and straddled me, beginning another round
of teasing.
Unlike the previous times, he desperately explained why he had let the commander touch me, while promising me that
he would never let those soldiers, or even the commander, touch me again. He wanted me to belong only to him. His gentle actions and
touching words convinced me to forgive him. Ignoring my exhaustion and pain, I obediently allowed him to begin another round of
conquest.
From that day on, I became his and the commander's tool for sexual gratification. Although the commander only thought of me
once every few months, those were the most difficult days, because they liked to bind me during sex, leaving my body
covered in red and purple welts. Besides that, Secretary Zhang was truly very protective of me, always so gentle
and careful when he wanted me, only becoming wild with the commander. I was already very content,
because my men loved me and wanted me, so I was attractive.
My femininity grew stronger, and I knew how to please them in bed, how to tease them to make them
happier and more excited. The sensual aura emanating from me became more pronounced, enticing many soldiers
to secretly fantasize about having relations with me. However, due to the protection of the army commander and Secretary Zhang, no one dared to make
a move on me. As for those guards from the first time, the army commander arranged for them to be scapegoats. I only had two men
left.
Life was relatively easy; sending telegrams and delivering documents were light tasks. The only problem was that
when the army commander summoned me, I would prepare a rope, disguise myself, and go to their quarters to be abused by them. I've even
started to enjoy the feeling of being bound. The moment the rope touches my skin, I feel inexplicably excited. Secretary Zhang
says I'm a born slave, that I like being tied up and violated. I don't think so. I much prefer being held in the arms of my beloved
, treated gently. But I can't argue, because **** is still in their hands. I've only been to
the Nanjing sanatorium once; **** looked well, but I don't remember who was who. One day, I will bring **** back
. As long as Secretary Zhang still loves me, I will tolerate the Commander also violating my body.
On my 23rd birthday, I spent it at the commander's residence as usual. Secretary Zhang, who had escorted me home, proposed
marriage, and I accepted. I had given myself to him; what else could I do but marry him?
Lying in bed, looking at the hanging glass lamp, I gradually drifted off to sleep.
The war had begun, and the army of the Communists was approaching Jinan. Secretary Zhang and the commander no longer had time to visit me, so I was happy to have some peace and
quiet. I spent my days with the female telegraph soldiers, hiding in the telegraph building to send and receive wartime telegrams. I heard that the fighting had reached the outskirts of the city, and
many units had gone to meet them, but each time they suffered a crushing defeat. The commander and his men looked increasingly grim each day.
This morning, I heard gunfire. The female soldiers all looked out of the windows, but I didn't have time to look; I
dialed Secretary Zhang's number.
"The fighting has begun in Jinan. You and the telephone operators hold your posts and keep the communication lines open.
Women, don't concern yourselves with our men's business." I hung up the phone dejectedly and ordered the female soldiers to get to work. Gunfire
intensified, mixed with the booming sounds of grenades. I even heard a bugle call…
"Bang!" The door was kicked open. I thought it was an emergency to protect our retreat, but instead,
I saw a squad of soldiers in blue PLA uniforms, guns pointed at us. "Don't move!"
the squad leader shouted. "You've been defeated. Surrender!"
I was completely stunned. Where was Secretary Zhang? Where was the commander? Were they all dead? Why hadn't they come to
report? Peeking at the documents behind me, I took advantage of the panic to move closer and set them on fire.
The smell of burning paper caught the attention of a soldier: "What are you doing? Stop!!!" he yelled, lunging
to snatch the documents from my hands. I fought desperately, finally managing to get them when they were only a fifth of the way through.
Satisfied, I released my grip, smiling slightly. This was our initial escape route, which I had printed out
for Secretary Zhang, as he wasn't very familiar with the area. The commander and the others didn't know I had printed this; if they weren't
dead, they would definitely follow this route again, so I couldn't let this intelligence fall into the hands of the People's Liberation Army.
The soldier looked at the charred, important documents with frustration, angry at himself for not noticing my actions. He turned
and glared at me, then grabbed my arm. His strength was astonishing; he twisted
both my hands with his left hand, preventing me from even lifting my head. I could only see his thick calves wrapped in bandages, with some
conspicuous bloodstains on them.
He pushed me forward, and I heard him report to the captain: "Reporting, platoon leader! This woman has the highest rank, probably
a minor leader. I didn't notice, and she burned several documents; it was a serious mistake on my part."
The platoon leader didn't seem to intend to punish him, but simply squeezed my shoulder insignia and nodded, saying, "Hmm, looks
like someone of high rank. Here's what we'll do: the rest of you, take the female soldiers out first. Zhao Yong, Yan Liang, you
two take her to find the weapons and other documents, be careful not to let her destroy anything else." Hearing their straightforward reply
, my hands, which had been twisted, were immediately released. The muzzle of a gun was pressed against my waist; it was the
soldier who had subdued me. He pushed hard, making me go find the documents. Reluctantly, I shuffled towards the telephone console,
opened the drawer, and pretended to search. The most important route map had already been burned; what important documents could there be
? But there were only two soldiers; perhaps escape was still possible.
Just then, the hidden door opened, and three guards rushed out. I was pinned to the ground by the tall soldier.
Several shots rang out; another soldier was shot, while the cowardly guards were all dead. His marksmanship was good—
that was my second impression of him.
"Quick, someone come quick! Yan Liang has been shot!" he shouted, restraining my struggling body while calling for his comrades
to come and help.
The wounded soldier was carried out, leaving only this tall soldier guarding me. "Behave yourself, go get the documents
, don't try anything funny!"
He pulled me up, wanting me to lead him to the documents and weapons. He was alone now; this was a good opportunity.
If I hid behind the hidden door and locked it, they couldn't get in from the outside, and I could escape and meet up with Secretary Zhang
.
Thinking this, I frowned and sized him up. The wounded one was called Yan Liang, so this must be Zhao Yong. He was tall
and burly, probably over 185 cm, with furrowed brows revealing anger, and wide-open eyes
burning with a righteous flame. He had a straight, strong nose and tightly pursed lips; he wasn't bad-looking, actually. I'd heard that a man's nose
reflects the size of his penis, so my gaze lingered on his nose. Recalling what Secretary Zhang had told me, I suddenly
snapped back to reality. What was I thinking?!
Zhao Yong was urging me to get up. I frowned again, clutching my left ankle, and said softly, "
Don't rush me." You just twisted my ankle; you were so rough. Don't you know how to be gentle? "
I tried my best to look very sad and in pain, hoping to relax him. He foolishly believed me
. He squatted down and looked at my ankle. 'Really? I can't heal you right now. After you take me to search
the gun files, I'll take you to the medic. But you have to cooperate; don't try to trick me.'
His brows were still furrowed. He used one hand to help me up, but I pretended to stand up halfway and then fell again
. 'No, my ankle really hurts. I'm afraid I've broken a bone. I can't go in with you.' '
Then what do we do?' He took off his military cap, revealing thick, shiny black hair, and ran his hand through it in frustration. '
I can't carry you in.'
I originally planned to make him go out and call for help so I could escape, but it seemed this idiot wouldn't let me
stay alone in the house. So I changed my plan, trying to seduce him and make him relax, which might make it easier for me to escape on the way
." Thinking of this, I propped myself up and smiled gently at him. "Weren't you afraid I'd run away? Don't
worry, I won't. My leg is all twisted, how can I escape? The gun is in the cabinet in the inner room, and the documents
are in the safe. The combination is 79627. How about that? I'm very cooperative, aren't I?"
I tried to make him believe me, but the idiot still didn't move. "No! I don't believe you won't run away."
Seeing his persistence, I beckoned him closer and whispered in his ear, "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm your prisoner, how could I escape? Here's what we'll do: if you're worried I'll run away, I'll teach you a way." Seeing his
eyes widen, I continued, "Tie me up, tie me up tightly, then I won't be able to escape, right?"
He looked like he suddenly understood, but after looking around, he found no tools to tie me up
. I pointed to the left, "My bag is in the closet, open it and take a look." Zhao Yong went over, and
inside a black handbag were only cosmetics, a wallet, and a change of clothes; there was no rope. He threw his bag in
front of me, angrily saying, "You lied to me, there's no rope at all."
I slowly pulled the bag over, took out a pack of stockings from my change of clothes, and said to him, "Idiot!
Isn't this rope?"
I tied the stockings together one by one, braiding them into a thick rope and handed it to him. "Here! Use this to tie me up
. I'm your prisoner now, tie me up however you like." "But be gentle, okay? I'm afraid of pain." He leaned
closer and clumsily tied me up, putting my hands behind my back, binding my forearms together, and then
bending my legs to tie them securely. What he called secure was actually insignificant to me. He didn't know how to tie me up very well; there were many
gaps he could exploit. Give me five minutes, and I could easily untie myself.
But I didn't do that. I liked being tied up by him. When he reached over my shoulders to tie my hands, I
smelled the gunpowder on his body, mixed with the unique scent of a man's sweat, which made me feel a little confused. His rough
, calloused hands could easily grasp my ankles, the calluses on his palms stimulating my tender skin.
As he bound my hands, his hot breath brushed against the back of my neck, one of my sensitive spots. Being bound,
I felt a surge of desire, a faint, fleeting urge rising within me. Did I really enjoy being tied up
? I wondered…
After about fifteen minutes, he finally finished binding me, his face flushed and covered in sweat. He stood up, looking
at me, and said, “I’ll go get it. You’re not allowed to run away.”
“You’ve tied me up like this? How can I run? Go ahead, I promise I won’t escape, I’ll wait for you to come back
.” I gave him a casual glance, watching him walk into the inner room without noticing, secretly
blaming him for being such a blockhead, so oblivious to romance.
I remained in that position, waiting for his return. He came towards me with the documents and gun he had found, and then, with one
hand, lifted me onto his shoulder, carrying me like a sack of potatoes. My stomach was churning so badly I felt like vomiting. I wanted to bite
him, but I couldn't get a grip. His muscles were so elastic and strong, completely different from Secretary Zhang's. I hesitated
for a moment, then had no choice but to let him carry me out like that, tied up.
The air outside smelled of gunpowder. The entire telegraph building was filled with People's Liberation Army soldiers. Several captured trucks were parked downstairs
, and all the prisoners of war were being loaded onto them. I was put with the female soldiers, and that idiot had
forgotten to untie me. With so many people, I couldn't ask for anything more, so I could only take it one step at a time.
The trucks drove to a warehouse on the outskirts of the city, where all the prisoners were gathered. Some reporters from radical newspapers were already waiting there.
As soon as the trucks arrived, a series of clicking and clattering sounds rang out, especially
around the truck carrying the female prisoners, where five or six reporters gathered.
I was still tied up, like this… I desperately turned my head away, trying to block their cameras from seeing my face. The next moment,
I was enveloped by a dark shadow. Looking up, I only saw a back like a high wall—it was Zhao Yong. Was he shielding me
from the flashing cameras? A wave of emotion welled up inside me. I just stared blankly at that back until he took me
into the prisoner-of-war camp.
Someone identified me as the army commander and Secretary Zhang's personal assistant. Coupled with my burning of documents, the PLA
superiors considered me an important figure. After a long interrogation, I still didn't confess to the specific escape route. So they
decided to escort me to the PLA base for rigorous interrogation. Among those escorting me was Zhao Yong.
A group of six set off. I was guarded by five guns and didn't dare to have any thoughts of escape. If I died,
I wouldn't be able to find Secretary Zhang. Because I was a woman, the PLA soldiers, who were generally lenient,
didn't restrict my movements at all, and I cooperated fully. But every time I saw Zhao Yong's thick, calloused hands, I
began to wish he would tie me up. To achieve this, I pretended to run away
once when Zhao Yong was watching me alone. Of course, he caught me, and seeing his angry expression, I made my request: "Tie me up,
okay? That way I won't run away again. You've tied me up before, haven't you? You should know how. There's no shortage of rope in this farmhouse
.
Tie me up... I'm serious, if you don't want me to run away again." Seeing his surprised expression,
I chuckled inwardly. He found a rope and tied my hands, just like last time, wrapping it from my upper arms to
my forearms, binding my wrists together, securing them to my lower back, and tightly wrapping it around my shoulders and hips with seven or eight
ropes. He tugged on the knots to make sure it was secure. This time, he didn't tie my legs, because I wanted to walk
to the base myself.
Intense gunfire erupted outside the farmhouse. Zhao Yong glanced at me and rushed out the door. A short while later, he
returned, dragging a seriously wounded comrade. His left arm was also injured and bleeding profusely. His comrade had sacrificed his life.
Zhao Yong's expression was one of profound grief. He knelt beside his comrade's body, tightly gripping the hand that had held the gun, his eyes reddening,
but no tears fell. I gently approached him and said, "Don't be sad. The dead can't be brought back to life. You have to
think positively."
But my words only fueled his anger. He stood up, grabbed the rope binding me, and half-lifted me up:
"You have the nerve to tell me not to be sad? Why did they die? Wasn't it because of you? You people, all you
know is internal strife, killing your own people! We're all Chinese descendants! How can you be so heartless!
Especially you!" He became increasingly agitated, his face flushed red, even the veins on his neck bulging. "
Do you know your superiors have already abandoned you? They've all escaped long ago, leaving only you lowly
soldiers to die, and you're still stubbornly clinging to their escape route. You're incredibly stupid!" He slammed me to
the ground, turned around to find some makeshift bandages, and I sat there dumbfounded, his words echoing in my mind.
"They've abandoned you! They've abandoned you! They've all escaped, leaving only you! Only
you!!
Only you!!!..."
I couldn't speak. Secretary Zhang really escaped? He didn't take me with him, he ran away on his own a long time ago? I bit
my lower lip, tears welling up in my eyes. As the first tear slid down, I finally closed my eyes tightly.
It was just the two of us on the road. He still kept me bound, forcing me along the way. Neither of us spoke much,
always remaining silent.
We ate bran and dry rations for three meals a day, but he always saved the bran for himself. When we ate, he would untie my ropes
, and after we finished eating, I would silently turn over so he could tie me up again. But the thought of escaping
grew stronger day by day. I wanted to escape, I wanted to escape to Secretary Zhang, I wanted to ask him if he really didn't want me anymore, if he
really had abandoned me.
Finally, one day, we arrived at a place close to their escape route.
"I need to use the restroom, can you untie me first? I promise I won't run away," I said to Zhao Yong.
He hesitated for a moment, then untied my ropes. "Just stay in the roadside bushes, I'll keep watch for you,"
he said, turning away.
Seeing how much he trusted me, I couldn't move my legs, but after a moment's thought, I went into the bushes anyway. I took off
my military uniform, leaving only my black tank top underneath, and hung the uniform on a dry branch. Then I took off my boots,
wearing only white socks, and tiptoed deeper into the bushes. The dry branches pricked my feet painfully, but I gritted
my teeth and endured the pain to escape.
After about 10 minutes, I finally heard Zhao Yong's loud shout behind me. It seemed he had discovered my escape.
He caught up, yelling my name: "Yu Mei! Stop right now! Or I'll shoot!!"
I ran like a madman, ignoring the dry branches under my feet, ignoring the cuts on my face from the leaves and branches
; all I wanted was to escape. A gunshot rang out, but it didn't hit me or any of the branches or leaves around me. He fired
a warning shot into the air. I looked back, but I couldn't see him; he must still be some distance away.
Finally, I escaped the bushes and reached a relatively flat area. The grass under my feet was soft and not so prickly
, but my socks were already stained red. Then, the weather turned against me, and it started to rain. The sudden downpour
soaked me to the bone. My clothes clung to my body, wet and sticky, and my breasts
bounced uncomfortably with each step I took. It was then that I truly hated myself for having such large breasts.
Looking back, Zhao Yong had already chased me out of the woods. He fired another warning shot into the air: "Yu Mei, if you don't stop,
I'm really going to shoot!"
I didn't want him to catch me, so I ran desperately, shouting, "Please, stop chasing me! Let me go!
I need to find them! I need to ask them why they left me behind! Let me go! Stop chasing me
! Please! Please..."
Zhao Yong was getting closer and closer. I saw Wushan ahead; there was a small outpost there, and they would pass through there to escape
. Just then, the soft mud under my feet tripped me up. I lost my footing and fell face-first to the ground, my forehead hitting
a stone. "Stars everywhere." I struggled to open my eyes and saw a sea of blood. I tried to get up, but
it was too late. Zhao Yong had caught up. He pounced on me, grabbing my arm tightly, his other hand
holding the rope that had bound me before. I pushed his hand away with all my might, kicking my legs wildly, and even biting his
shoulder. He groaned, and in his panic, grabbed my hair and pulled it back: "Ouch!
You bit me! Are you a dog?" He glared at me angrily and began to tie my upper body with the rope.
To make it more secure, he pulled my upper arms back tightly, wrapping the rope around my wrists
, the rope digging into my flesh at my chest. He tied a slipknot around my neck, tightened the rope, and then passed it from under my armpits to my back
, where it met the rope on my upper arms. He then looped it several times around the rope binding my elbows and pulled hard
.
"It hurts! Be gentle!" My arms were tightly bound in a Y-shape, the most secure way possible.
How did Zhao Yong know this? Did he just guess in desperation? But it hurt so much. His strength was terrifying
. He was pressing his entire body against me, and to prevent me from kicking him, he straddled my waist, using his legs
to hold down my kicking legs. Because my arms were stretched back so far, my chest naturally thrust forward, and the
ropes wrapped around my chest tightened around my skin, making my swaying breasts appear even more erect. Although Zhao Yong's actions were extremely
rough, they aroused a strong desire in me. My waist twisted and swayed, my head moved from side to side, and
I even groaned.
Zhao Yong didn't understand why I was groaning, but he was, after all, a young and vigorous man, so
my groans made him instantly blush. He stopped what he was doing, asking if I was tied too tightly and
hurting him, adding that he wouldn't have used so much force if I hadn't tried to escape. He used the last bit of rope to bind my legs and feet,
then hoisted me onto his shoulder again and headed towards Wushan…
He found a secluded cave, put me down, and because he was soaked to the bone, he had to take off
his wet military uniform. Inside the cave, he found some dry firewood, skillfully lit a warm fire, and then
walked towards me. My emotions were running high; my whole body radiated heat from the rope binding me.
As he approached, I squinted at his crotch. Heaven knows, I desperately wanted to make love to him, to have
him ride on top of me. I didn't even know why I had such thoughts.
He untied my ropes, and the instant release left me feeling incredibly empty, yet that sense of relief
was a uniquely wonderful sensation.
"Why did you run away?" he asked, sitting down in front of me. My body was limp; I
had no energy to answer his question. My reply was completely irrelevant: "Why don't you tie me up anymore? If you
tie me up, I won't run away, will I?
As long as I'm bound, as long as I'm your prisoner, I'd rather not run away." My eyes were hazy and alluring, and
the black tank top barely concealed my cleavage. "Tie me up, please." He tied me up tightly...
"I promise I won't run away again." I slowly crawled towards him, looking up at his square face, and reached out to touch his crotch
. He was startled, almost jumping up and taking a few steps back. "What do you want to do?" His
eyes were full of surprise and wariness.
My plan failed, and I reluctantly withdrew my hand, smoothing my hair behind my ear to reveal my beautiful face.
"If you don't want me to escape, then tie me up, otherwise I'll definitely run away to show you." I deliberately tempted him,
tearing a piece of fabric from my extremely short vest to wrap around my head, and then began to unzip my pants.
"What are you doing, Yu Mei! Don't be so shameless!" Zhao Yong was trembling all over, and quickly turned around to scold
me. I chuckled and replied, "I'm bandaging my wounds. I lost my shoes too. If I don't look at my
injury, it'll get infected and I'll die. Where will you get intelligence then? Besides, my feet are covered in blood and hurt a lot. I
need to make two socks out of my pants to make walking easier." I struggled to tear the fabric, slowly taking off my socks to reveal my small
but no longer fair feet. "Ouch, it hurts!" I glanced at Zhao Yong and continued.
Zhao Yong didn't turn around, but picked up his uniform and handed it to me: "Use this to put your pants on. What are you doing, a
girl like you!"
"It's too late, I've already torn them." I stood up, leaning against the wall, and slowly walked towards him, then pretended to fall
and land on his back. "Ah! My feet hurt so much! I…" He was startled by my actions but still turned
around. His heart was pounding, and his skin was burning hot, I thought to myself. I stared into his eyes and
said in a voice that sounded like I was about to cry, "Yong, I won't run away anymore. I'm your prisoner, I'll obey you!" But my feet really
hurt so much. Can you help me lie down? I promise you, I won't run away again. If you don't believe me… I, I…” Just
then, I suddenly stopped thinking about Secretary Zhang. Since they left me alone to die, it
was only natural for me to betray them. So, I finally blurted out, “I'll tell you the escape route of the commander and the others…
Do
you know why I escaped to this place? Because they have a small stronghold in Wushan. The commander and the others will definitely pass through
here.” I finished speaking in one breath, feeling an immense sense of satisfaction.
Zhao Yong looked at me suspiciously. After a long while, he seemed to believe me, nodded, and helped me to a clean
spot by the wall to lie down. How could I not take advantage of this opportunity? I pulled him into my arms, hugged him tightly
, and savored the feeling of our skin touching.
My short shirt, torn to shreds like a bra, slipped down to my chest
, revealing my smooth, white breasts. Zhao Yong's face was pressed against my chest. With my military trousers off, I was only wearing my waistband
, my ivory-like legs pressed against his crotch. He reacted, I thought with delight. So I hugged him
tighter: "Yong, I'm so cold! Hold me, okay? I'm afraid I'll die."
Zhao Yong's breathing became rapid. He tried to push me away, but couldn't. He struggled to lift
his face from my embrace, opened his mouth but couldn't speak. I wrapped my legs around his waist, one arm around his neck, kissed him, and the other
hand reached down to undo his belt.
In no time, his fiery root was in my hand, so long and thick. My heart
pounded wildly. I tried to move my tongue around it until he joined in, and I gripped it again and again
, feeling it continue to grow. I hooked my toes around his waistband and helped him remove his clothes,
pressing my whole body against him, feeling the burning root that attracted me.
"No," I, I don't want to... Zhao Yong was still trying to resist my temptation, but it was no use. Faced
with a seductive enchantress like me, who was used to pleasing men in bed, no one could resist, and Zhao Yong was no exception
.
Finally, his hand trembled as he touched my breast, slowly kneading it, as if afraid of damaging it. As
my breathing quickened, his movements gradually quickened as well. He pinched my nipple, gently pulled it, and then
curiously leaned in to suckle. "Oh,"
I had never reacted so quickly before, and my hands moved faster. I can easily arouse a man
's desire, and Zhao Yong seemed to be a novice, so I easily ignited his lust. My lower body was wet,
so I rubbed his penis against the soft grass, making myself itchy, and he began to moan.
In a short while, he was already skillfully using his tongue and teeth to pull at my breasts. I couldn't take it anymore,
I wanted him so much, so I lay flat, spread my legs, and used one hand to part the pubic hair and said to him
, "Help me! I want you in..."
Zhao Yong's eyes had become hazy, and he obediently bent down, between my legs. I moved my other
hand down and grasped it, guiding it to find its way in. At the entrance to the flower cave, it squeezed in without much effort. "
Ah..." My head tilted back, it felt so good. His penis was so big, Secretary Zhang's was nothing
compared to it. It seemed Secretary Zhang was right, he really was magnificent. It was a little tight, a little painful.
I stopped after only half of it went in. I never imagined I'd experience that first time again. My mind suddenly shifted.
I was about to thrust forward to welcome it all the way in, but he beat me to it, lifting my hips and disappearing completely
inside. "Ah!" I cried out again, feeling my lower body throbbing. Although it hurt a little, I still
wanted him to move. As if by telepathy, he began to gallop, like a lead
horse on the prairie, so majestic, so powerful, so fast. I felt like I was being caressed by a gentle breeze on the prairie,
excitedly swaying my hips back and forth to meet him. The whole process was so intoxicating. I tasted a
wonderful sensation I'd never experienced before. All the sensations in my body converged, becoming more and more intense, more and more intense. My fingernails dug into
the muscles of his back, causing him to move even faster. Finally, under his relentless, rapid thrusts, all my senses
convulsed. After his most powerful strokes, we both cried out, our bodies feeling as if they were being torn apart and
scattered in all directions, an intense pleasure quickly spreading throughout our bodies. He pulled away, lay down beside me
, and held me tightly, as if afraid I would disappear. Neither of us spoke; the only sound in the cave was our breathing.
"I…" Zhao Yong finally spoke, "Why did you give yourself to me? We… are enemies."
He took his clothes and covered me with them, then pulled me into his arms. I looked at him, said nothing, then
buried my head in his shoulder and said in a voice with a smile, "I'm so tired, let's sleep."
Zhao Yong was too embarrassed to ask any more questions, so he simply held me and we slowly fell asleep together. The cave wasn't cold at all in the rain, and
the flickering firelight cast long shadows. That night, I couldn't sleep.
The birdsong at dawn announced the arrival of the next day. Zhao Yong was already up; he had left his shoes and clothes for me,
and walked to the cave entrance wearing only his baggy shorts.
"I'm going to find the detachment; we have comrades here too. I believe what you said, so I'm going to
find them now to capture those warlords alive."
Seeing that he was about to leave, I sat up, clutching his uniform. "Aren't you afraid I'll escape? I might
run away and report it." I took the rope and said to him, "Tie me up again, then I won't escape
. Make sure I'm tied up tightly. And my feet too; if they're tied up, I can't walk. By the way, do you want to gag me?
Aren't you afraid I'll call for help?" After saying all that in one breath, Zhao Yong stood dumbfounded at the cave entrance for a long time, then softly
uttered, "No need," and turned to leave the cave.
Zhao Yong returned, wearing a new uniform, carrying water and dry rations, and a woman's outfit.
He stopped at the entrance for a moment, then went into the cave.
He stood there, stunned, because I was still sitting peacefully by the extinguished fire, wearing his overcoat, hugging
my knees, blankly fiddling with the ants crawling around. Hearing a sound, I looked up and saw
Zhao Yong staring in astonishment, his mouth agape as if it could fit three duck eggs. I stood up and staggered over to take
the clothes and food. In front of him, I changed out of my women's clothes, smoothed my hair, tied it up with strips of cloth from my clothes
, and then took the rope and went over, saying, "You're back? Did you catch them? Here, take the rope, tie me
up again so we can continue our journey."
Zhao Yong hadn't quite recovered yet. He seemed to want to say something, but ultimately didn't. He looked at me,
held the rope in front of him to bind my hands, and then we walked out of the cave together.
On the way, I kept insisting that Zhao Yong tie me up, otherwise I threatened to report it. Although he didn't believe me,
he seemed to know that I enjoyed having him tie me up, so he never refused. We even tried different ways
of tying me up. Sometimes it was behind my back, sometimes in front, sometimes just my wrists, and sometimes it was all over me
. Whenever I said my hands were numb, he'd change the way he tied me. It almost became a game between us
. He never took me again, never. Only a few times, when I stole a kiss while he was asleep, would
he reciprocate, but it was just a kiss. I so wished this road wouldn't end, but it was the most extravagant
wish.
We arrived at the base, and I moved into the prisoner's cell specially prepared for me. Because of my cooperation, they successfully
and smoothly captured the army commander and Secretary Zhang's entourage of high-ranking officials. I could be considered to have redeemed myself through merit. Zhao Yong also received
a third-class merit. Everything was so perfect, except for one thing that didn't suit me: Zhao Yong could no longer tie me up and escort me.
Two days ago, I saw a newspaper from Jinan with many photos from the liberation of Jinan, including
two pictures of me bound. The second picture only showed Zhao Yong standing ramrod straight with half of my surprised
face behind him. He was indeed shielding me from the camera. I was overwhelmed with emotion, tears streaming down my face without me
even realizing it.
I confessed everything, and the PLA superiors seemed very satisfied with my performance. So,
when I asked to visit **** in Nanjing, they readily agreed.
I packed my bags and prepared to leave. Two days ago, I visited his home. Was it to thank him, express my gratitude, say
goodbye, or something else? I couldn't tell. The low-ceilinged house, the old woman busy feeding ****,
the younger siblings tugging at my trouser leg calling me "Auntie"—all exuded happiness. I didn't say much, just told them I was going to Nanjing
and turned to leave.
I'm probably destined to be alone for the rest of my life.
When I finally arrived in Nanjing after all my hardships, **** was already gone. She went to accompany her father in his search for happiness,
leaving their daughter alone in this world. The old director said that **** passed away peacefully, calling my
father's and my names as she went. I settled in, staying in ****'s room. There were
the rag dolls she had sewn for me and the clothes she had made for my father after she came here. Although some were crooked, the stitches were meticulous, each stitch precise and
orderly. I lay on that still-warm bed, holding ****'s dolls, my father's pipe,
passing the nights like this.
The People's Liberation Army won; even Nanjing was captured. During the parade, I squeezed through the crowd, searching for
that familiar figure among the PLA troops, but to no avail.
Two more months passed, and he wasn't among the coming and going troops. I gave up.
That day, I sat alone in the newspaper office, reading the war news and the glorious records of the PLA. I saw
a familiar photo, that familiar, upright figure, and once again, tears streamed down my face. Were we enemies? Yes
! I am a Kuomintang female spy; I cannot fall in love with a glorious People's Liberation Army soldier.
I secretly cut out the two photos and took them with me, keeping them close to my body.
On the day I visited ****'s grave, it rained, and I thought of that same rainy day.
I love him; I've fallen in love with Zhao Yong. I've come to realize this fact. But will he love me?
"Go, daughter. Go find your happiness." In the vastness of the world, I heard ****'s voice, "Don't
miss your love; go find the place that binds your heart."
I knelt before the grave, sobbing as I hugged the tombstone. I must find him, find my soul's home.
Zhao Yong was startled again. When I stood beside their fence carrying the huge package, he
stopped what he was doing and stared at me blankly.
"**** went to find his father. And I've come to find you. How about it? Will you take me in? I'm homeless
, won't you have some pity?" I said playfully, wrinkling my sore nose, and obediently
tossed him the package. "Hey, I'm your prisoner!" Is this how you treat me? Didn't you say you'd treat me well?
"A prisoner?"
Zhao Yong ruffled his thick, black hair again, revealing a set of white teeth in a grin. "Prisoners are always tied up ,
you know."
This time it was my turn to be stunned, but quickly I laughed along with him: "Alright,
how about I give you a bound prisoner?" I symbolically tied my hands together with a silk scarf, then held it out to him. "From the first time
you subdued me, I was destined to be your prisoner. The first time you bound me, you also bound my love. Now, this
silly prisoner has walked right into the trap. I hope her conqueror can bind her for life."
Zhao Yong took my hand, pulled me into his arms, wanting to lower his head but too shy. I wrapped my arms around his neck,
and kissed his square face, his familiar lips, and his thick hands that would bind me for life.
Closing the photo album, I softly called my husband over. Though he was over seventy, he was still full of energy
, his skills undiminished.
Even spies have love, and my love was bound to him. He kept the rope that once bound me;
it still hangs in our bedroom to this day. We naturally ignore the curiosity and questions of our descendants,
for it is our secret
.

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