The Red Army Sisters: Yang Xiulan's Story

After the main force of the Red Army withdrew from Beishan Town, it was counterattacked by White bandits, local militias, and landlord armed forces. The entire town and nearby villages were once again turned from Red to White, and in the repeated encirclements and suppressions, the small town of Beishan was plunged into white terror. The real Red Army troops had already withdrawn, and what remained was a small guerrilla force composed of young women and wives from the local villages.

These women were all young women who had been exposed to new ideas. The political commissar of the guerrilla force was named Yang Xiulan, about thirty-one or thirty-two years old. She had a classical beauty, like a beauty who had stepped out of a silk painting passed down through the ages. She had long, black hair that flowed down her shoulders, and her oval face was perfectly complemented by her bright, watery eyes, slightly upturned nose, and small, rosy lips. She possessed both the cleverness of a young girl and the charm of a mature woman. Whether she smiled, revealing her pearly white teeth, or frowned slightly, she could captivate a man's heart. Her figure was relatively slender for a northern woman; with each breath, not only could one see her collarbone, but also the clear outline of her ribs.

The local people, militia, and thugs all knew that Yang Xiulan possessed unparalleled marksmanship; legend had it that hundreds of White bandits had died at her hands, all killed with a single shot. Leading a few young girls, she waged guerrilla warfare, always appearing and disappearing without a trace, making her a prime target for the White bandits' sieges.

A Secret Meeting

It was a summer evening, the heat still lingering. Even the cicadas' chirping seemed weak in the sweltering heat. In an inconspicuous little house in the village, the wooden door was half-open, and several women sat around a table, seemingly discussing something. The woman in the lead had short hair and an oval face, wearing a blue and white floral short-sleeved blouse. Because of the heat, the blouse wasn't buttoned up, leaving it open. Her pair of white breasts were prominently displayed, and the two purple grape-sized nipples on her dark red areolas were particularly striking. The woman, her snow-white thighs bare and wearing square-toed black cloth shoes, held a handkerchief in her hand, fanning herself as she spoke: "I think it's settled then. Chunxing and I will disguise ourselves as actors and sing at Huang Laocai's house on the day of the Qixi Festival. Cuihua and Xiaohe will pretend to be local acquaintances watching the spectacle from the front door, while Wu Yuan will pretend to be a watermelon vendor at the back door. In the evening, during the grand finale, we'll coordinate from the inside and outside to kill Huang Laocai, take down this landlord's armed forces, and bolster our ranks." She finished speaking excitedly and slammed her hand on the table with a loud "thud," causing her breasts to bounce twice.

The woman named Chunxing chuckled: "Xiulan, your plan is as daring as your clothes! The White bandits have been chasing us sisters for months, and this time we've all sneaked into their hideout!"

Xiulan spat: "Sister Chunxing, it's so hot, and I'm still wearing a jacket. Unlike you, you're just wearing a towel tucked between your legs. Aren't you ashamed?" It turned out that Chunxing was eight or nine months pregnant. Because of frequent back pain and the inconvenience of wearing clothes, she was completely naked. Physiologically, as she was preparing for childbirth, her vaginal opening was instinctively slightly open, constantly leaking fluid to lubricate the birth canal. That's why Chunxing was wearing a towel between her legs. However, a woman's physiological responses at this point are beyond the control of external conditions. Chunxing's swollen breasts had already started producing milk when she was five months pregnant, and now they were full and round, with prominent veins covering the entire breast, as if they could burst at the slightest touch. Even when she walked, the slight swaying would cause milk to flow from her nipples, and vaginal fluids frequently trickled down her thighs. Combined with the heat and the girl's sweat, the mixture of milk, vaginal fluids, and sweat made her look like a delicate lotus bud about to bloom.

Several young girls nearby joined in the fun. Wu Yuan reached out to grab Chunxing's breasts, which were full of milk: "Sister, they're so swollen, aren't they? Let me squeeze them for you." Chunxing dodged while laughing and scolding, "Little brat, don't be so smug. One day you'll be pregnant from being plopped down by men, and I'll squeeze all your breasts dry so your baby won't have any to eat." Yuan'er

made a face, stuck out her tongue, and then pulled it back: "Oh, my sister and I were just joking. Let's do that plan." Old Huang and his dogs were watching the show then; I think it'll definitely work. The other girls also agreed. However, the usually cautious Cuihua shook her head and said, "No, Xiulan often fights with the White Bandits, and she always dresses so alluringly during battles. The White Bandits will definitely recognize her." She then gave Xiulan a suggestive look.

It turned out that Xiulan, relying on her unerring marksmanship, always attacked the White bandits naked, wearing only cloth shoes for ease of movement. Her purpose was clear: any man who saw her body had to die. In fact, over the years, almost none of the White bandits attacked by Xiulan survived.

Almost none… but there was one exception: a local ruffian named Tie Gou. That day's battle was particularly exciting. The female guerrillas attacked a White bandit cavalry transporting supplies. After a landmine detonated, Xiulan leaned out and fired the first shot. The woman was naked, her white breasts and long legs dazzling the White bandits. Xiulan's pistol kept firing, and one White bandit after another fell dead. When Xiulan ran out of bullets, she leaped into the midst of the White bandits, drew her large machete from her back, and slashed at the last few. With each bounce of her breasts, the heads of the White bandits rolled to the ground. Even after Xiulan and her comrades had captured a large amount of food and entered the mountains, a pair of cunning eyes in the nearby wheat field remained fixed on Xiulan's shapely backside. This man was Tie Gou; he had originally been stealing melons in the field but had witnessed the battle between the female guerrillas and the local militia. Later, Tie Gou defected to Huang Laocai and described Xiulan's appearance in detail. Huang Laocai then hired a painter from the city to paint a portrait of Xiulan based on Tie Gou's description. Since Tie Gou saw Xiulan's naked body, the portrait was also of Xiulan naked. Her body proportions, including the size of her breasts and the distribution of her pubic hair, were all clearly described and painted by Tie Gou. Huang Laocai hated Xiulan to the core. He not only gave each of the militiamen a copy of the portrait, but also deliberately had the painter paint Xiulan with her legs wide apart, sitting on a wooden donkey in a lewd manner.

Therefore, Cuihua's guess was correct. In fact, every soldier in the regiment knew Xiulan's appearance with their eyes closed, and her portrait was posted all over the barracks, making her a topic of lewd pleasure and a target for masturbation among the White bandits. It was just that Xiulan herself was unaware of this.

Xiulan waved her hand and said, "Cuihua, you're always so careful. All the men who have seen your sister's body are dead. In this world, no man knows the color of your sister's nipples." After saying this, she confidently smoothed her hair and laughed like a silver bell.

Thus, this plan to snatch a tooth from a tiger's mouth was decided. What fate awaited the women's guerrilla team? The village folk performances

in the landlord's courtyard

were always very lively, even during this wartime. At the Huang family compound, a stage was being set up. The main entrance was teeming with people – pulling carts, carrying loads, hawking their wares, arguing and shouting for space – a truly bustling and lively scene. But no one knew that members of the women's guerrilla team were already in place. Two unremarkable young girls mingled in the crowd, seemingly joining in the fun; they were none other than Cuihua and Xiaohe. At the back gate, a young woman selling watermelons wore a sleeveless white blouse and blue floral trousers, the legs rolled up to her calves.

A young woman called out, "Watermelon seller! Watermelon seller! Sweet and juicy watermelons! No money back if they're not sweet!" Her sweet calls immediately attracted a crowd of men and women. Meanwhile, in Huang Laocai's courtyard, a curtain as tall as a person had been temporarily erected around the stage. Xiulan and Chunxing were changing clothes inside. Xiulan was dressed as a young female lead; her colorful opera robes were piled on the ground, quite beautiful. Xiulan, in a burst of womanly enthusiasm, said as she undressed, "These costumes are really..." "It looks beautiful. I wish it were mine." Chunxing, who was pregnant, could only dress up as a minor character playing a folk tune. She sat on a small stool, holding an erhu in her hand, and laughed: "Xiulan, why don't you put your clothes on? What will people think if they see you with your bare bottom like this?" Xiulan giggled, swinging her pair of white breasts, and let her hair down. She said, "Don't worry, sister. Our plan is flawless." After saying that, she stretched out a small foot and stepped into an embroidered shoe.

However, the woman's supposedly flawless plan was exposed the moment Xiulan stepped into Huang Laocai's compound. Xiulan was unlucky; Tie Gouzi happened to be in the yard. Even thugs have sharp eyes, and Gouzi had seen Xiulan naked before, so he recognized her immediately. The man was terrified and scrambled into Huang Laocai's back room to explain the situation. Huang Laocai, puffing on his opium pipe, squinted and said fiercely, "Good! These bitches dare to come to my headquarters! Don't be afraid, today I, Old Huang, will show you all how many breasts and how many cunts these female Red Army soldiers have!" After saying this, he summoned the militia leader and explained the situation. Thus, a game of strategy began.

Huang Laocai's plan was simple: quickly gather four hundred militiamen and surround Xiulan inside and outside the building, preparing to trap her. These men poured in, silently sealing off every exit. Almost simultaneously, Xiulan sensed danger. She glanced around and exclaimed, "Not good! Prepare for battle!" This was said to Chunxing. Without even bothering to put her clothes back on, she leaped naked onto the stage, firing her pistol three times in quick succession. Three White bandits were instantly killed, their brains splattered. The crowd erupted into chaos; the onlookers, seeing the dead bodies, scrambled to escape. Xiulan tried to blend into the crowd, but then she heard Old Huang shout from the second floor, "Don't panic! Keep an eye on that naked actress! Don't let that little wench get away!" Xiulan knew she was in trouble. She was made up, wearing makeup and a phoenix crown, but completely naked. In a crowd of men, she was the center of attention; there was no way she could escape.

She saw dozens of men raise their guns and fire at her. Xiulan ducked behind a pillar, retaliated, and the gunfire erupted. Within two minutes, all the villagers had fled, and the entire courtyard was filled with White bandits.

An unusual silence fell over the surroundings. Xiulan knew she had fallen into a trap, but she wasn't afraid. She thought, "Now that I'm in Huang Laocai's lair, I'll have a good fight!" She drew another pistol from her waist, kicked off with her foot, and flew out from behind the pillar. At the same time, her two pistols opened fire again, increasing the gunfire from the opposite side. However, the bandits were a motley crew, and many were stunned by Xiulan's alluring appearance. They were too busy greedily eyeing the woman's fair and seductive body to hit the nimble Xiulan. In an instant, several more bandits fell dead.

But Old Huang remained calm and unperturbed. He wasn't afraid of losing a few bandits; there were plenty of weaklings like him. The woman was now within the encirclement, and judging from her current "attire," she wouldn't have many bullets on her. No, this naked woman likely doesn't have any spare ammunition. Her two Mauser pistols each only have 12 rounds, meaning she only has about 20 bullets left, while nearly 500 men surround her. Thinking this, Old Huang sneered and said, "Brothers, don't worry about running out of bullets! Fire at where that woman is hiding! Give her a good beating!" He knew the more intense the firepower, the more likely the woman would retaliate to bluff, and that was exactly the effect he wanted—to deplete the poor woman's ammunition.

Behind the pillar, due to tension, sweat dripped from Xiulan's forehead down her delicate cheeks to the ground. Although Xiulan was only wearing a pair of embroidered shoes, she felt no coolness whatsoever; her entire body was drenched in sweat, even her small feet in the embroidered shoes were soaked through. The battle had been going on for half an hour, and she was now helpless, only able to defend herself. But… the woman looked at her naked body. In this state, passively defending herself would only sell her bare body to the enemy. She heard the enemy shout: "Naked little wench, come out! Surrender and we won't kill you, let us pamper you!" Xiulan was furious and snapped, "Go to hell with pampering me!" Then, she flung her hand and fired a shot, instantly killing the White bandit who had shouted. Old Huang scolded, "You won't listen to reason, but you'll be forced to drink the punishment! Brothers, I'm counting. That was this woman's last bullet. Without bullets, this little wench is naked; she can't pull any tricks." Hearing Old Huang's words, the militiamen, though skeptical, still raised their guns and slowly surrounded her.

Xiulan spat, thinking, "This old devil is too cunning; he can even guess how many bullets I have left?" Xiulan leaned against a pillar, raised one leg, and reached into her vagina with one hand. With a swish, she pulled out a handful of bright orange, shiny bullets. Old-fashioned Mauser pistols used lard to prevent jamming, but Xiulan and her comrades, fighting as guerrillas, were often hungry and had no access to lard. So, to preserve the bullets, they had to place this thing between their legs. Luckily, women's private parts are sensitive; the presence of a foreign object would cause them to secrete a fluid to lubricate the bullets. This could be considered Xiulan's little invention. The naked woman, still dressed as a female opera singer, raised her leg and pulled a bullet from her vagina—the scene was incredibly alluring and bizarre. But Xiulan didn't have much time. As soon as she lowered her long leg, she had already changed the bullet. The woman was gone, and the encirclement was already very small. If the White bandits launched an attack at this moment, she would have no chance of winning. Thinking of this, Xiulan cried out: "I'll show you how powerful I am!" With that, she fired both guns simultaneously, firing more than twenty shots in a fan-shaped arc. The White bandits were hit by bullets slick with the woman's vaginal fluid, screaming and howling. They left behind more than a dozen corpses and fled back.

And so, back and forth, Xiulan persisted for another hour, during which she retrieved bullets from her vagina twice more. When she fired again and ran out of bullets, her delicate hand inside her vagina could no longer find a single bullet; only the intense contractions of the soft walls of her vagina and the flow of bodily fluids from the vaginal opening remained. Looking at the dark mass of people surrounding her once more, Xiulan thought: "Damn it!" Hearing that

Xiulan hadn't fired for over ten minutes, the White bandits gradually tightened their encirclement. Having suffered two previous losses, the White bandits were very cautious, fearing another trap set by Xiulan. However, clearly, this time, even with hundreds of men surrounding the pillar where the woman was hiding, only a dozen meters away, Xiulan still hadn't fired a shot. Normally, this distance is the most advantageous for shooting. The woman on the other side has no reason not to fire at this time, but Xiulan did not fire. So, this can only mean one thing: the woman is out of bullets! When the White

bandits

discovered this, all the men in the room became excited. The leader shouted: This naked woman is out of bullets! Brothers, go! Take her alive! The men, leering and spewing obscene language, rushed in from all directions. Seeing this, Xiulan was almost in tears, but the woman refused to surrender. Xiulan gritted her teeth, her bare skin gleaming as she emerged from behind a pillar, raising her gun as if to fire. The white bandits retreated in fear. But Xiulan didn't fire. Instead, she jerked her breasts and kicked forward with a powerful kick. Xiulan's long, white legs were torn open, revealing her pink vulva. Her embroidered shoe was flung off, hitting a white bandit in the face. Stunned by the sudden impact, the bandit stumbled backward, causing a large group of people to fall. Old Huang, who had a clear view from upstairs, cursed: "A bunch of idiots! They're so afraid of a woman's shoe! Hurry up and take this woman down!"

While Xiulan's kick looked impressive on the surface, seemingly giving her the upper hand, she had actually revealed her weakness: she was out of bullets. The White bandits, realizing the woman had simply kicked off one of her shoes, became even more emboldened and charged forward, shouting. Several hours of fighting had left the woman exhausted. Xiulan's bangs were plastered to her forehead, and the two pink nipples on her white breasts glistened in the sunlight. She was only wearing an embroidered shoe on her right foot, a very alluring sight. The woman calmly looked around, then jumped onto the stage, occupying a high point. The men followed suit, climbing up one after another. Just as one man's hand gripped the edge of the stage, Xiulan raised her delicate foot and stomped hard on his hand. The girl's small feet were slender and long, and because she was thin, her bones were clearly visible. With one stomp, the man screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and his hand slipped as he fell to the ground.

Xiulan, her lips pursed, nimbly darted back and forth on the stage like a kitten. Whenever a hand reached out, she would kick it. For a moment, the men couldn't climb onto the stage. However, this attack wasn't fatal. As Xiulan's strength rapidly declined, each kick was met with resistance; the men wouldn't let go, requiring several more stomps before they could kick the next man. This greatly slowed Xiulan down. She gasped for breath, sweat streaming down her shoulders, down to her navel, and onto her pubic hair. The sweat made her pubic hair appear dark and glossy, exuding an alluring fragrance.

Finally, a bandit climbed onto the stage. Xiulan frowned slightly, her flushed face flushed, and she took a deep breath, assuming a horse stance, her breasts thrust forward to face the man. She threw a punch, landing on the bandit's face, but the bandit was strong and didn't fall. Instead, he kicked Xiulan in the groin from below. This move was correct; the bandit had clearly practiced close combat. If a man were in a horse stance, his groin would be a fatal weakness, and this kick would essentially turn him into a eunuch. However, in his haste, the bandit forgot that his opponent was a young woman, who didn't have a penis. The kick landed directly on Xiulan's labia, and the bandit, wearing riding boots, had the toe of his boot inserted into Xiulan's vagina. Although Xiulan was a young woman without the weakness of a man's groin, this kick to a woman's most sensitive spot was still enough to hurt her.

Xiulan gave a seductive groan, and before Bai Fei could retract his leg, the woman, blushing, raised her jade-like leg straight up from the side, above her head, and then suddenly slammed it down. The men below the stage saw that, in this extreme move, Xiulan's labia suddenly opened from a slightly parted slit and then closed again, and at the same time heard a "crack" sound—the sound of Xiulan's heel smashing Bai Fei's skull. This unlucky guy died from such a seductive move. This move, called "Skyward Kick," was Xiulan's specialty. It required exceptional physical resilience and was typically used by teenage girls. Xiulan, however, was already thirty. The fact that she could kill a White bandit with a single blow, despite her physical limitations, clearly demonstrated that her reputation as a guerrilla leader was well-deserved.

However, after exchanging two blows with this White bandit, two or three more rushed onto the table. Xiulan inwardly groaned. She kicked one of the White bandits behind her, then, clenching her fists, threw two punches at another White bandit in front of her. These two punches weren't particularly lethal, merely scattering the bandits, but she herself had taken several blows. The White bandits' lewd fighting style seemed to deliberately harass women. Several blows landed on the woman's breasts, vagina, and buttocks. Xiulan was both ashamed and angry, cursing, "You hooligans! Be careful, or I'll kill you!" Although she said this, Xiulan didn't dare linger. She rushed towards a less crowded area. With a light touch of her embroidered shoe, she leaped into the air, grabbed the railing of the upper floor, and with a twist of her waist, flipped to the second floor. The White bandits below couldn't reach her immediately, but this didn't mean Xiulan was safe. Huang Laocai was right across from her on this floor, and in this courtyard-style building, White bandits were closing in from both sides. Xiulan had no chance of escape.

Although the situation was extremely critical, Xiulan had her own plan: "Capture the leader first"—kill Huang Laocai! With this in mind, Xiulan steeled her heart and charged towards the group surrounding her. The white bandits shouted things like, "Take her alive, play with her until she dies!" Xiulan pretended not to hear them. When she was only three or four steps away, she accelerated and leaped high, clearing the head of the first person. The passageway was narrow, and the white bandits were crammed together, making it difficult to turn around. The ones in front could only watch as the naked Xiulan jumped over their heads, even getting a few drops of her saliva spray onto their faces from between her legs, but they were powerless to stop her. But Xiulan wasn't a fairy; she couldn't fly. She was only in the air for half a second before she began to fall, landing right in the middle of the White Bandits—a trap, of course.

The White Bandits behind her tried to stop her as she fell, but those further back kept pushing forward, accidentally knocking the bandits in front to the ground. In that split second, Xiulan hooked her hand onto a roof beam and used the momentum to pull herself up. Her jade-like feet just barely grazed the head of the fallen bandit, her long toes even brushing against his hair. In that instant, Xiulan leaned forward, glided a few meters, and landed lightly, stepping on the head of a white bandit who hadn't yet gotten up. With a quick flick of her small foot, she stepped back and crossed the crowd.

This series of actions was so sudden that the white bandits hadn't even reacted. Even Old Huang, who had just been admiring Xiulan's alluring body, was suddenly in front of her in a matter of seconds. Old Huang hurriedly shouted, "Quick, kill this woman!" But they were too close. The white bandits were cocking their guns and raising them, creating chaos. Xiulan yelled, "Old thief Huang, you wicked bandit leader! Today, I will eliminate you on behalf of the people!" With that, she yanked the hairpin from her hair, and instantly, her beautiful hair cascaded down like a waterfall, draping over her snow-white shoulders, a breathtaking sight. Under the lecherous gaze of the bandit leader, Xiulan, hairpin in hand, plunged fiercely towards Huang Laocai's heart.

In desperation, Huang Laocai actually raised his hand to block, and with a soft thud, the hairpin pierced through the back of his hand and into the old bandit's chest. The silver hairpin was essentially pinning Huang Laocai's hand to his chest, but because of the hand, this blow certainly wouldn't kill him. Xiulan clicked her tongue and sighed softly, "What a pity!" But it was too late for a second strike. The White bandits, bayonets at their heels, charged forward. One of them stabbed Xiulan, who dodged to the side, but her plump buttocks were still slashed. Embarrassed and pained, Xiulan turned and slapped the bandit across the face, scolding, "You dare touch my buttocks?" Despite her words, Xiulan didn't dare linger. She flipped over and jumped down into the courtyard. By now, almost everyone had crowded onto the second floor, leaving the courtyard empty. Xiulan rushed to the door, kicked it open, and ran out. Meanwhile, the White bandits were busy rescuing Huang Laocai and didn't have time to chase after her. The female guerrilla leader had successfully escaped!

Xiulan, naked, ran wildly up the mountain via a shortcut. Wu Yuan, Cuihua, and Xiaohe had already run out. The girls quickly gathered and chattered about what had happened. Apparently, when the gunshots rang out, chaos erupted. Villagers rushed out of the courtyard, and the other girls were swept along by the crowd and pushed out in a daze. Xiulan, upon hearing this, laughed and spat: "You little devils, you almost got me killed! Do you know how hard it was for me to be naked among those men? I almost became easy prey for those White bandits!" The other girls teased: "Oh, how amazing you are, sister! With a sway of those breasts, a gunshot, and those White dogs all met their maker!" After saying that, he reached out and tickled Xiulan's pair of large, white breasts. Instantly, the small woods were filled with laughter and chatter, a scene of great intimacy and liveliness. Just then, Wu Yuan exclaimed, "Oh dear, what a disaster! Sister Chunxing hasn't come back?!"

Chunxing's

predicament: In the chaos, Chunxing, heavily pregnant, had managed to escape from the courtyard amidst the villagers. If Chunxing had simply run away, none of this would have happened. However, Chunxing was meticulous and cautious, unwilling to take risks. She thought her opera costume was too conspicuous and wanted to change back, but this unnecessary action dashed her hopes of escape.

Chunxing secretly ran behind a mud wall, into Huang Laocai's storage yard, which had only one rarely used wooden gate. Chunxing was already having difficulty moving around due to her pregnancy. She had only run a few steps and was now covered in sweat, panting heavily. At that moment, gunshots rang out in the distance. Seeing that no one was around, she quickly took off her opera costume and threw it on the ground. Her breasts, still wet with milk, were freed from their restraints and stood upright in the midday sun, exuding an enticing milky smell. Chunxing, pregnant and struggling, couldn't bend over, so she sat on a rock with her legs spread apart. She unbuckled her belt, quickly pulled down her pants, and soon stripped herself naked. The hairy pubic hair at the base of her long, snow-white thighs couldn't even cover her slightly parted labia. The rough rock rubbed against the tender flesh of the pregnant woman's crotch. Fortunately, Chunxing, being a farm girl, had a good constitution, and the mucus secreted from her vagina dripped down her thighs, providing some lubrication and disinfection. If it were any wealthy young lady, sitting naked on a rock with her legs spread apart in broad daylight would have made her mortified.

Chunxing took off her opera boots and was about to change her shoes with her bare feet when the wooden gate creaked open from the inside. Two militiamen rushed out. It turned out that these two militiamen were feeding pigs behind the gate. They heard the gunshot and, not knowing what had happened, opened the gate to look out. Chunxing was unlucky. As soon as she opened the door, the two bandits saw a naked, pregnant woman sitting on a stone with her legs spread apart, changing her shoes. The bandits were stunned by this erotic and seductive scene. In the sunlight, Chunxing's short, glossy black hair reached her ears. Instinctively, she arched her back, her breasts pointing prettily like javelins at the enemy. Their eyes met, and Chunxing's initial shock turned to panic. She reflexively grabbed a small pistol and fired a shot.

One of the White bandits was instantly killed, dying before he could even savor the lewd scene. In her panic, Chunxing fired several more shots. Chunxing's shooting skills were never as good as Xiulan's, and coupled with her timidity, she was even more flustered and naked. None of the shots hit their mark. Another White bandit, realizing the danger, rolled behind a wall and returned fire. Although most of the White bandits' attention was focused on Xiulan, the gunfire at the gate still attracted nearly a hundred militiamen. Chunxing was so frightened she didn't even bother putting on her shoes, running barefoot. As she ran, she turned and fired at the White bandits chasing after her, but unfortunately, in her haste, Chunxing lost her bearings and ran deeper into the village.

She quickly realized her fatal mistake, but it was too late for regrets. Naked, Chunxing lay hidden behind a broken earthen wall, with a dead end behind her. Peeking around, she saw that the other three sides were guarded by White bandits; she felt like she was trapped in a sack, just waiting for someone to tighten it. Due to the strenuous exercise, the woman's pregnancy symptoms kicked in. Chunxing felt nauseous, her lower back ached, and her breasts pressed against the mound of earth beneath her. The milk she expressed soaked the soil, turning it a deep yellow. Chunxing held her belly with one hand and gripped her "gun" tightly with the other, spitting out a curse under her breath: "You little brat, you've killed your mother today!" With that, she lowered her body, sticking out her buttocks. Streams of vaginal fluid gushed out, sticking to her labia and dripping down in strands. This was Chunxing's body's instinctive response to the discomfort of pregnancy in this battle-ready state, because she knew her battle was about to begin.

Unfortunately, the battle was completely unequal. The intense gunfire quickly ceased. Chunxing only had six bullets left in her pistol. In fact, she had already fired five shots during her escape. The gunfight at this point was less of a shootout and more of a demonstration by the White bandits against this poor pregnant woman. During the gunfight, Chunxing fired only one shot, using up her last bullet. Her voice sounded like a weak and powerless protest from a woman being raped by hundreds of men, and it was quickly drowned out by the crackling of the White bandits' homemade guns. Facing the three-sided encirclement of the White Army bandits, our lovely female Red Army soldier bravely stepped forward, naked. Never before in the world had a battle been fought between a naked pregnant woman and hundreds of strong bandits, yet this was happening in the history of the Red Army revolution. The White Army bandits saw this naked, heavily pregnant woman, holding a brick in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, her legs spread wide, standing on a mound of earth in the characteristic posture of a pregnant woman—a very alluring sight. At that moment, the White Army bandits were filled with lust, yelling and rushing forward, wishing they could devour her alive and insert their penises into her muddy crotch. Chunxing, fearless, shouted: "Down with the landlords! Distribute the land!" The seductive revolutionary slogans were particularly pleasing to the ear amidst the men's lewd laughter as the women charged towards the hundreds of enemies.

Although Chunxing was timid, she couldn't care less at this moment. When she was only two or three steps away from the nearest enemy, she didn't hesitate to raise her leg and kick the white bandit in the face. At such close range, the white bandits could even see the folds of Chunxing's labia, which were fully moistened with vaginal fluid, pink and alluring. Normally, a pregnant woman couldn't do such a thing, but Chunxing wasn't wearing pants, and her bare legs were unobstructed. It was as if Chunxing possessed a special skill; this kick landed squarely on the bandit's face. Normally, this kick would have either killed or seriously injured the bandit, but Chunxing was eight months pregnant, and her little feet were swollen like pig's trotters, soft and weak. The bandit's nose even made Chunxing's soles ache. The bandit, instead of falling, leered and said, "Oh, little wench, your feet smell so good!" He then turned his face away, grabbed Chunxing's ankles, pulled them back, and actually placed the woman's ankles on his shoulders. The white bandit was tall and burly. Chunxing supported herself by straightening her legs, struggling to lift her toes, and straddled one leg in a split position, resting it on the man's shoulder. Even though Chunxing's body was flexible, she was still in pain from the stretching. Her labia were pulled open into a small mouth. The white bandit was not about to let this opportunity pass. He held a rough, spiked club in his hand, aimed at Chunxing's open labia, and thrust it in.

"Ugh..." With a soft moan from Chunxing, the foot-long, arm-thick spiked club went all the way in. Chunxing suffered such a blow in the first exchange, and was naturally both ashamed and angry. Almost simultaneously, she slapped the white bandit's temple with her jade-like hand holding a brick. With a crisp "smack," the white bandit's brains splattered, and he fell straight down. All of this happened in a second or two. As the man fell, Chunxing's legs, which had been resting on his shoulders, also fell to the ground. Chunxing felt a sense of relief, but the surrounding White bandits had already swarmed in, and a chaotic battle had begun. Chunxing used to sing female warrior roles in an opera troupe. As she swung the wooden stick in her hand, her unrestrained breasts bounced on her chest, and a stream of cloudy milk spurted from her nipples, splashing into the eyes of several White bandits. These men, their eyes blinded, immediately covered their eyes and collapsed to the side.

This is called "appearance", and the purpose is to make the audience remember this role. Chun Xing has appeared on the stage countless times before. Her graceful figure and bright appearance have won bursts of applause. But this time Chun Xing's appearance can be said to be the swan song of the Dan role. At this time, Daoma Dan only wore a blue-and-white flower handkerchief on her head, which is common for young rural daughters-in-law. Other than that, she did not wear anything else Unobstructed, this naked woman, eight or nine months pregnant, has a big belly that sticks out like an upside-down pot. The fetus in her belly seems to be bursting. The vertical stretch marks extend down the center of the belly to the clitoris. The belly button is not a sunken hole like a little girl, but is pushed out and hangs like a button on the round belly, which is very dazzling. Her pear-shaped breasts continued to bounce due to inertia, but they were perky and pointing upwards. Because of her pregnancy, the pale yellow areolas occupied a quarter of her breasts, and her breasts were almost two sizes larger than those of an average woman. Due to the swelling of milk, her breasts were flawless and white, covered with faint blue veins and blood vessels. Also due to her pregnancy, her nipples were the size of red dates, and the open milk ducts were clearly visible. Chunxing's long, pink legs were in a horse stance, a posture that exposed her crotch completely. A few drops of mucus clung to her parted labia, glistening with her sparse pubic hair. To gain more stability, Chunxing had to lower her body and stick out her buttocks, thus exposing her pink anus to the men.

This scene amazed the White bandits. The female warrior, forgetting to pull out the spiked club inserted into her vagina, swung it towards the crowd. Unfortunately, she wasn't holding a large sword, but an ordinary tree branch. Just as it reached a White bandit's waist, it snapped in two with a "crack." Even fate seemed to have no mercy on Chunxing. The woman cursed her bad luck, dropped the branch, and clenched her fist to punch the white bandit in the face. The bandit raised his gun to block, deflecting Chunxing's punch, but still stumbled and almost fell face-first. Chunxing braced her other arm behind her back to deliver a powerful punch, but another white bandit behind her grabbed her wrist. In desperation, taking advantage of the man in front of her losing his balance, the woman turned around and threw a punch at the man behind her, who was still holding Chunxing's wrist. Unable to defend himself, he had no choice but to take the punch head-on. However, he didn't loosen his grip on the woman's hand. Chunxing knew she wasn't strong enough and one punch wouldn't solve the problem, so she took a deep breath, raised her leg, and used her knee to strike the white bandit's penis. The white bandit cried out in pain as his penis was struck, and his grip naturally loosened. Chunxing then slapped him across the face. In an instant, a punch, a knee, and a slap left the white bandit dizzy and unconscious on the ground.

However, there were simply too many White bandits. In that instant, Chunxing received several blows to the shoulder, back, and knee with the butt of a gun. The pain made the woman break out in a cold sweat. Chunxing then bent over and swept her leg in a 360° arc around the White bandits surrounding her. Although the kick wasn't particularly powerful, Chunxing's jade-like leg was truly straight and long. The woman was determined, even her little foot was stretched straight, with her toes, instep, and calf almost forming a straight line. With this sweep, men within a meter's radius were hit, losing their balance and falling to the ground. The intense hand-to-hand combat left Chunxing drenched in sweat, but she dared not stop. She knew that in the midst of the White Bandits, only by engaging in a war of attrition could she endure for as long as possible. But deep down, she also knew that no matter how long she held on, she could not escape her ultimate fate.

At this moment, thinking about anything was useless. Chunxing made a snap decision and lunged at the nearest man. Her pregnant belly knocked the White Bandit to the ground, and the two of them rolled around on the ground in a hug. Because she was pressed against the man, Chunxing's breasts were deformed, and the milk that was squeezed out flowed all over the ground. After rolling around a couple of times, Chunxing gained the upper hand. The woman straddled the White Bandit with her buttocks sticking out. She grabbed the White Bandit's neck with one hand and puffed out her cheeks, punching him on the head.

As the woman got into the swing of things, her slightly upturned buttocks suddenly shot up high, her pink anus opening and closing playfully towards the surrounding men. The bandits were merciless, striking Chunxing's fair buttocks with several wooden sticks, leaving several red welts. In the chaos, one of the bandits used a stick to stab into the woman's anus. Chunxing's tender anus surprisingly swallowed the entire stick with a "plop." Attacked from both sides, the woman desperately clenched her anus, and the bandit couldn't pull the stick back in for a moment. With foreign objects inserted into both Chunxing's vagina and anus, she was already stimulated beyond her control. Fortunately, her body secreted a lot of vaginal fluid, which lubricated the two deadly wooden sticks. But the situation was already very dangerous. Chunxing punched the bandit beneath her again, knocking him unconscious. Her own leg was lifted up by another bandit behind her. She struggled and kicked, shaking off the man. She turned and got up. Temporarily freed, Chunxing held her stomach and struggled to get up, but by this time she was almost completely exhausted.

The woman was panting heavily, but her hands remained in a fighting stance. Most of the men who had been kicked down stood up and surrounded Chunxing in layers. The bandits saw that the woman was almost at her limit; her long, beautiful legs were trembling slightly from exhaustion, and her breasts swayed back and forth with her heavy breathing. Even more alluring was the fact that the two wooden rods inserted into the woman's vagina and anus were dripping with sticky fluid, showing how intense the physiological stimulation she was experiencing.

Chunxing no longer cared about being shy. Although she was panting loudly, she still stubbornly said, "Come on, all of you come at me! I'm not afraid of you!" After saying that, she untied the handkerchief tied in her hair and wrapped it around her swollen fists. She attacked another White bandit. Unfortunately, the sweat streaming down her forehead blurred her vision; the woman could barely see the dark figures and couldn't discern distances. Several punches missed their mark, and her once nimble steps slowed. Surrounded by men, she swayed clumsily, her large belly protruding, like a duck learning to walk. The men practically harassed her; one touched her breasts, another slapped her buttocks, and some even reached down to her crotch, tearing at her pubic hair. The men's laughter mingled with the woman's soft, delicate moans. When Chunxing's proud breasts were punched again, she finally couldn't hold on any longer, her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees.

Capturing a female Red Army soldier alive was unprecedented in the area. Amidst the excited and lewd shouts of the White bandits, Chunxing finally shed helpless tears. For the

past

few days, the female soldiers had been extremely anxious, as Chunxing had been missing for five days. Since the battle at Huang Laocai's house, where Xiulan had escaped unscathed, she, Wu Yuan, Cuihua, and Xiaohe had been hiding in the woods, waiting for the storm to pass and hoping for a miracle. However, several days passed, and no miracle occurred; Sister Chunxing had not returned.

That day, the women anxiously held a meeting in the woods to discuss countermeasures. Cuihua said, "Sister Xiulan, you have to think of something! It's been seven days! Chunxing is pregnant; she's probably been ruined by those men!" Xiaohe cried even harder, her face streaked with tears: "Sister Xiulan, will Sister Chunxing be alright?" Xiulan was in a state of utter confusion, and could only try to comfort them: "Silly girl, Chunxing will be alright. She's so beautiful and so skilled; those lackeys of Old Master Huang wouldn't dare do anything to her." But even Xiulan herself didn't believe this lie. The image of Chunxing, naked and heavily pregnant, being humiliated by a group of men flashed through her mind.

The meeting lasted for several hours, and finally, it was decided to risk going down the mountain to gather information. But now, Xiulan was in a dilemma. Who should go? She certainly couldn't, and the other young girls had no experience; what if they didn't bring back any information and ended up getting themselves killed? Just as she was pondering this, Wu Yuan said: "I'll go!"

Xiulan's eyes lit up. Yes, Cuihua was a timid and cowardly peasant woman, and Xiaohe was still young and unreliable; but Wu Yuan, though only eighteen, was a veteran of the Red Army's Central Column. Thinking of this, Xiulan said, "Alright, this time the organization has assigned you the task of finding Chunxing's whereabouts. You must ensure your own safety and find Chunxing's location. Do not act rashly. We will discuss the rescue plan after you return."

Wu Yuan straightened her slender waist, saluted, and said, "I guarantee to complete the mission."

Wu Yuan, carrying two baskets of tea leaves on a shoulder pole, disguised herself as a tea-selling girl and went down the mountain barefoot. She had initially thought this mission would be extremely difficult and that she wouldn't find out about Chunxing quickly, but as soon as she entered the village, she realized she was wrong. It was midday, but the entire village was filled with lewd expressions as they swarmed towards Huang Laocai's courtyard. Confused, Wu Yuan grabbed a man and asked, "Young man, what are you all doing? Why is everyone so excited?"

The man sized Wu Yuan up and down, then said, "Girl, you're from another village, aren't you? You don't know, but a few days ago Commander Huang caught a pregnant bandit woman. Hey, guess what? That woman's really hot. When he brought her back, she was completely naked. To reward everyone, Commander Huang tied her to the stage and told the men to go all out. Don't let her big belly fool you, she can really take it. Hundreds of men have been with her every day. It's been several days already, so if you're late today, you won't get a turn." He then gave Wu Yuan a suggestive look at her chest. "But women are better off not going to join the fun. They should stay home and warm their men's beds, lest they end up like that woman." With that, the man impatiently mingled with the crowd and rushed into Huang Laocai's courtyard.

Wu Yuan sighed, knowing that Chunxing had suffered these past few days and wondering if she could hold on, or if the baby in her belly could be saved. Lost in thought, Wu Yuan followed the crowd into the courtyard. The moment Wu Yuan saw Chunxing, she realized that all her previous thoughts were useless. The scene was too lewd and stimulating. The sight before her was enough to overturn a woman's worldview. In order to avenge the female Red Army soldiers, Huang Laocai unscrupulously dragged his spoils, Chunxing, into broad daylight to be gang-raped. In the center of the stage, a naked woman with snow-white skin was lying on a torture rack in a strange position. The woman's thighs were spread apart and placed on both sides of her protruding belly, while her calves were folded in a W shape and tied to her thighs with red ropes. The woman's arms were stretched straight on both sides of her body, and red ropes were tied to the upper part of the torture rack at her wrists. The whole person was in a flying motion. But women can't fly. Wu Yuan saw a burly man behind her holding her buttocks, a penis moving in and out of her anus, while the man beneath her had his penis inserted into her vagina, his large hands kneading her delicate breasts, milk gushing from her nipples—a scene resembling a cow being milked. In front of the woman, a man grabbed her hair, forcing her to lift her head, and inserted his penis into her alluring mouth. The men's long, large penises thrust in and out of her vagina, anus, and mouth, occasionally bringing out white fluid. On stage, the excited shouts of the man and the moans of the woman created an extremely lewd atmosphere. The poor woman's sweat, saliva, tears, milk, and vaginal fluids, a mixture of all, flowed from different parts of her body, while the ground was a scene of utter chaos.

This woman was none other than Chunxing!

Wu Yuan saw tears streaming from Chunxing's alluring eyes, her helpless and submissive gaze unfocused as she looked this way. Wu Yuan's heart broke. At that moment, it seemed as if Chunxing on stage noticed Wu Yuan; her eyes suddenly widened in terror, and she began to moan "Ugh...ugh," her body convulsing violently, as if using her last strength to warn her companions. One man on stage had just ejaculated into Chunxing's anus, and another man immediately followed. Seeing Chunxing's buttocks writhing violently, he slapped her hard on the buttocks, cursing: "Little wench, so horny! Don't move your ass around like that! Bend over for your master!" Chunxing cried out in pain and had no choice but to obediently stick out her buttocks. The man spread Chunxing's anus, erected his penis, and thrust it in with a swift motion.

The gang rape continued for several hours. Then, as another man pulled his penis out of Chunxing's vagina, Old Huang took out a book and, while recording, said: "Good, today we've had 188 mouths, 200 vaginas, and 230 anuses. We'll finish when each mouth has been penetrated by 500 men." The men below, who hadn't yet had their turn, cheered upon hearing this. Clearly, this wasn't the first day. Judging from Chunxing's current condition, the gang rape had lasted at least six or seven days. Wu Yuan secretly calculated that Chunxing had been raped at least five thousand times in the past few days—an astonishing number!

At this moment, the men in the audience stirred with excitement and gasps. Wu Yuan, not knowing what was happening, looked up at the stage and saw that Chunxing had orgasmed under the continuous stimulation! Old Huang then turned the torture device around so that the woman's buttocks were facing the audience, allowing everyone to see this rare sight. Chunxing's vaginal opening was stretched into a hole the size of a cup, unable to close, and vaginal fluid was gushing out. Someone in the audience jeered, "Commander Huang, is this woman urinating?" Old Huang lewdly said, "Young man, you're obviously an amateur. Women don't urinate from this opening." With that, he reached between Chunxing's thighs, manipulated her labia, and suddenly pried them open, revealing Chunxing's urethra. He said, "See? This is where she urinates. It's much smaller than her vagina." Someone else said, "So, if we block it up, this woman won't be able to pee?" This drew a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd. Several others said, "Wouldn't that kill her?" But some people joined in the jeering, "How will you know if you don't try?" Listening to the commotion below the stage, Old Huang stroked his beard with satisfaction: "Since you brothers have brought it up, this is a rare opportunity. Today, I, the commander, will let you all see. Come on, block this woman's urethra!"

Chunxing, who had been hanging her head and resigned to her fate, raised her head and looked pitifully at the audience, as if begging for mercy, or perhaps feeling ashamed and indignant. But at this moment, she could do nothing but writhe her body in protest. Someone brought up a plate of large, plump red dates. Old Huang picked out the biggest and fullest one and pried open Chunxing's labia. However, Chunxing's urethra was too small, and the date was too big. In addition, Chunxing was scared and her buttocks kept swaying. Old Huang tried to insert it twice but failed. Furious, Old Huang slapped Chunxing's labia twice. This stimulated Chunxing to spray out her vaginal fluid, which splattered all over Old Huang's face. This depraved scene brought the atmosphere in the audience to its peak. Old Huang lewdly said: "This little wench is disobedient. Bring a few more people. I'll pry open this wench's cunt like this, then another person will pry open her urethra, and a third person will put the date in." Hearing this, Chunxing knew she was doomed and completely gave up resisting, hanging her head in despair.

Two more thugs immediately came forward, and amidst Chunxing's screams, her urethra was pried open to the size of a coin. Another thug aimed and shoved a date inside. With a soft "plop," the urethra swallowed the date like a small mouth. It's difficult for a foreign object to enter a woman's body because of the body's rejection and protection. But once inside, a woman's body will instinctively accept it to reduce harm. Chunxing was exceptional; her urethra was loose and soft, and it actually managed to hold the date without causing her much discomfort.

Amidst the jeers and cheers, the depraved gang rape continued. Three more throbbing penises were inserted into Chunxing's vagina, anus, and mouth. A red date was also inserted into her urethra, this hidden pressure forcing the poor pregnant woman to reach orgasm even faster. Anyone could see that if the humiliation continued at this intensity, Chunxing wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. Wu Yuan could only silently pray that Chunxing on the stage could hold on for a few more days until rescue. Thinking of this, Wu Yuan thought: "Chunxing, hang in there!" With that, the woman sidestepped and slipped out of Huang Laocai's courtyard to report back to Xiulan. On the path leading

to Liuwu

Village, a slender figure appeared. A young girl carried two baskets of tea leaves on a carrying pole, her hurried steps suggesting she was in a hurry. This girl, disguised as a tea seller, was Wu Yuan. She needed to rush back to the woods to tell Xiulan about Chunxing's current situation. As she walked, Wu Yuan suddenly saw more than ten people sitting under a large tree ahead. Judging from their attire, they were all village thugs, hooligans, and hooligans. The girl recognized the leader as Liu Hama. Clearly, these people had also seen her, but turning back now would arouse suspicion. Thinking of this, Wu Yuan took a breath, lowered her head, and pretended not to see them, hurrying on her way.

But these thugs had already spotted the young girl. They were accomplices of Huang Laocai in the village, and harassing respectable women in broad daylight was commonplace for them. Of course, they wouldn't let Wu Yuan off so easily this time. Just then, Liu Hama called out, "Hey, little sister, how much is the tea?" Seven or eight thugs were already standing in front of Wu Yuan, blocking her way. Wu Yuan had no choice but to stop, feigning agreement, saying, "Oh, big brother, I've sold out of tea. There's only a few leaves left, so please give them to me to quench your thirst."

"Hahaha," Liu Hama laughed heartily. "That's great, that's great! We brothers can enjoy some tea and cool off with our little sister. Come, come, little sister, drink with us and escape the heat!" As they spoke, they grabbed Wu Yuan's small hand and pulled her under the shade of a tree. The others, carrying a shoulder pole, began to grope Wu Yuan, unbuttoning her clothes. Wu Yuan twisted her body and cried out, "What are you doing? Let go! I'll call for help if you keep this up!" Hearing this, Liu Hama pretended to say to one of the men, "Hey, Wang Er, what are you doing touching this young girl? Hurry up and make some tea."

Wu Yuan was thus pushed and shoved to sit under the tree, surrounded by a dozen thugs. The girl took out a small handkerchief from her bosom, fanned herself, and sat openly on a rock, staring directly into the thugs' lecherous eyes. Wu Yuan noticed the men's gazes fixed on her unbuttoned blouse, and several stared at her bare feet. Unfazed, she retorted, "What are you looking at? Go back to your wives!"

The thugs jeered, "We're all bachelors. If we had a girl as a wife, we'd die happy!" Wu Yuan blushed. Eighteen years old, with her hair in a braid, she was clearly a young lady, a fact the thugs readily recognized. They were deliberately teasing her. Just then, one of the thugs brought over a cup of herbal tea, saying, "Come on, brothers, let's keep the little sister company with some tea." Wu Yuan didn't pay it any mind. Having traveled for so long, she was thirsty, so she picked up the bowl and gulped it down in one go. Immediately after drinking it, Wu Yuan felt dizzy and lightheaded, her limbs felt heavy, and her mind was hazy. A chill ran through her: Oh no! But by then, she was already swaying and unable to sit still, collapsing to the ground with

a thud. Before she fainted, she seemed to feel a cool sensation on her body; she knew it was because her clothes had been pulled off. It turned out that these thugs had given her a cold tea laced with sleeping pills and aphrodisiacs. The young Wu Yuan, unaware of the danger, fell for it instantly. Liu Hama quickly stripped Wu Yuan naked, then satisfiedly squeezed the girl's breasts. He said, "Let's tie this little girl's hands up first, then we'll play with her slowly."

After three to five minutes, Wu Yuan slowly regained consciousness. She suddenly remembered what had just happened and was shocked. Looking around, she realized she was completely naked, without a single piece of cloth. She had expected this, but she hadn't anticipated being so completely naked in such a short time. She found herself half-reclined in a chair with the back reclined, causing her to lean back at approximately a 45-degree angle. Her hands were tied behind her back, making her fair skin... Her round breasts were prominently displayed before the man, her legs were spread wide apart, her ankles tied to the ends of a carrying pole and unable to come together. Even more shameful was that her legs were raised in the air—the position women assume during childbirth. This position perfectly exposed her genitals to the man, offering no concealment whatsoever. Because women are not allowed any restraint during childbirth, they must use the most primal and revealing method to open their genitals. And now, Wu Yuan was in this position.

The herbal tea the White bandits gave Wu Yuan contained a small amount of sleeping pills and a large amount of aphrodisiacs. This was obvious, because toying with a woman as helpless as a dead pig was pointless; the sleeping pills were only meant to ensnare her and then tie her up for easy manipulation, while the aphrodisiacs added more pleasure to the process. At this moment, Wu Yuan was both ashamed and angry, crying out, "What are you doing? Let me go! Give me my clothes!" Liu Hama reached between Wu Yuan's legs, rubbing them while lewdly grinning, "Even in this state, little girl, you're still being stubborn." Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Wu Yuan's body became wanton. The girl only muttered a low curse, "You pervert," before pursing her lips and falling silent, clearly using all her strength to resist the stimulation from her lower body.

Suddenly, one of the thugs exclaimed as if he had discovered a new continent: "Hey, hey, this little girl is quite the actress. Look at her toes, they're all like that, but she doesn't even make a sound." Everyone looked over and saw Wu Yuan's delicate little feet were raised in a charming way. This way of raising her feet was extremely provocative because it wasn't a natural raising, but rather a physiological response that women only have during intercourse. However, Wu Yuan was different. When other women raised their feet, their toes were spread out, as if they wanted to let every inch of their body enjoy pleasure. But this little girl's toes were curled up. This seemed to indicate that although she had reached this state, Wu Yuan was still shy and instinctively covered her body. However, this kind of covering was just too cute. Imagine a girl completely exposed in front of a man, her legs spread apart, her labia being touched, her breasts being kneaded and her nipples being pulled into various shapes, but she deliberately curls her toes to prevent the man from seeing. This scene is just like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, leaving its buttocks exposed.

This was actually Wu Yuan's instinctive reaction, because this was the only part of her body that the little girl could control at this point. But after hearing what the thug said, she was both ashamed and angry, and suddenly didn't know whether she should spread her toes or continue to curl them. However, as the thugs continued to stimulate Wu Yuan's sensitive areas such as her vagina and nipples, Wu Yuan finally couldn't resist anymore. With a soft "Ugh...uh" sound, clear, sticky fluid flowed from her labia. The men laughed again, saying, "It's flowing, it's flowing! So much water! This little wench can't keep up the act anymore, can she?"

Humiliated, Wu Yuan cried. Her eyes were red and swollen as she cried, "What do you want from me?" Seeing Wu Yuan cry, Liu Hama pretended to comfort her, saying, "Oh, little sister, don't cry. There's a reason we tied you up." With tear-streaked eyes, Wu Yuan asked pitifully, "Then tell me, what's the reason you've done this to me?" Liu Hama's eyes darted around, and he said, "Girl, to tell you the truth, we men were ordered to watch over Commander Huang's vegetable garden. But these past few days, someone has been picking some eggplants. We saw you were from another village, so we suspected you, a young woman, of stealing them, which is why we tied you up.

" Wu Yuan, upon hearing this, angrily retorted, "You're talking nonsense! How could I steal your eggplants looking like this? Didn't you all notice me holding an eggplant in my hand?" Liu Hama said, "That's not necessarily true. Women hide things in many places when they steal. Maybe she'll wipe it down in her pants, stuff the eggplant into her vagina, put her pants back on, and walk out confidently. Who would know?" Hearing this, Wu Yuan blushed crimson to her neck, and blurted out, "You filthy scoundrel, what nonsense are you spouting? How could a girl fit such a big eggplant in her private parts?" Someone nearby chimed in, "Girls can give birth, what's an eggplant?" Wu Yuan thought to herself, "That's true," but couldn't find a rebuttal, so she turned her head away, ignoring him. Liu Hama pulled Wu Yuan's face back towards him, leering, and said, "Girl, then prove to us that you didn't steal this eggplant." Wu Yuan blushed and said, "How can I prove it?" Liu Hama chuckled: "That's easy. Just get a few eggplants, stuff them into your cunt, and we'll know everything. If they don't go in, that means you're innocent, and we'll let you go right away. If they do go in, well, you won't be able to explain yourself, little girl. We'll take you to Master Huang for questioning. How about that?" Wu Yuan didn't have a better idea for a moment, so she could only nod in agreement. But she said softly, "If they don't go in, you'd better keep your word." The group of men nearby almost burst out laughing: thinking that this little girl was pitifully naive, whether they could get in or not was none of her business. But they said aloud, "Of course, of course."

A moment later, several thugs brought over a fresh, long eggplant. Wu Yuan glanced at it; the eggplant was about a foot long and almost as thick as two arms. Her face immediately turned red. Seeing Wu Yuan's distress, the thugs began to jeer. Knowing she couldn't escape, Wu Yuan could only say, "Then let's get started quickly!" Liu Hama, holding the eggplant, leered and said, "Alright, I won't keep the little lady waiting." He then gave a signal, and one of the white-clad thugs pressed a button on a chair, causing the chair back to tilt even more violently. Wu Yuan leaned back in her chair, half-reclined, which raised her legs even higher. The naked Red Army soldier's current position was exactly that of a woman giving birth on a delivery bed. It was the same vaginal position, except now, instead of giving birth, something was being inserted.

Liu Hama, holding an eggplant, used his hands to separate Wu Yuan's labia majora and minora, finally revealing the girl's vagina in its entirety. The girl's labia were remarkably clean, a cleanliness that couldn't be achieved through washing. Women who have had prolonged sexual intercourse usually have their labia darkened due to the vaginal fluids that moisten the fine folds. Wu Yuan's labia, however, were a pale pink with a slight yellow tinge, like a freshly peeled egg. As Liu Hama parted Wu Yuan's labia, he stroked the inner flesh of her vagina with his fingers. Wu Yuan's moans grew louder, and the glistening, clear vaginal fluid she secreted flowed to the entrance of her vagina, which Liu Hama then evenly smeared between her thighs, like a thin layer of plastic wrap, alluring and tempting.

Wu Yuan felt uncomfortable all over, squirming her body and asking coquettishly, "Is it done yet?" Liu Hama didn't answer, continuing his unhurried stroking, while several other bandits came up to pinch and knead her breasts. Liu Hama said, "Girl, you've been so generous, letting us men play with your body, and we still don't even know your name." Wu Yuan, panting heavily, said, "What's the point of a woman's...name...is it so easy to know...when you men take off your clothes, aren't we all...all the same?" One of the thugs said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate? If you don't say anything, are you just going to keep your bare bottom exposed? That's so embarrassing." He then increased the pressure of rubbing Wu Yuan's nipples.

"Ugh..." Wu Yuan was now in a state of utter confusion. She breathed softly and said, "My name is Yuan'er."

"Okay," Liu Hama said, "Yuan'er, spread your legs wider, expose your genitals, and push your buttocks forward." Hearing the thugs call her by her name and do this, Wu Yuan was so ashamed that she didn't know what to do. But she still closed her eyes, clenched her fists, and pushed her buttocks forward, completely exposing her vagina to its limit. Wu Yuan's labia were pried open by a white-clad bandit, while Liu Hama rubbed her clitoris with his two fingers. Several hands kneaded her breasts, pinching each nipple. Her feet were also held by the man; her previously curled toes were pried open, and a man's finger was inserted between each toe. Even the soles of her feet weren't spared from being teased. Wu Yuan felt her body had reached its limit; waves of pleasure surged through her lower body. She didn't know why she resisted this feeling, but she had a feeling it was something bad. The final straw that broke her nerve finally arrived. A White bandit untied her braided hair, saying, "Looking like this, still pretending to be a little girl?" As the braid came undone, Wu Yuan's long, black hair cascaded down, transforming the once innocent and lovely girl into a young and alluring woman. Without this last constraint, Wu Yuan felt she was truly a woman. She could no longer resist, arching her body with seductive moans and the spasms of her vagina. The humiliating climax of this ignorant woman arrived just like that.

As the vaginal opening opened violently, streams of mucus gushed out. Because Wu Yuan's buttocks were thrust forward, during the contractions of orgasm, the flesh inside her vagina was actually turned inside out of her labia. Moreover, since the labia themselves were being pulled open, it wasn't a matter of the vaginal opening opening and closing, but rather opening, opening wider and wider. The vaginal opening grew larger and wider with the orgasm and the artificial tearing. When Wu Yuan's vagina opened to almost its limit, in the blink of an eye, Liu Hama slid the eggplant that had been placed near the woman's vaginal opening down and inserted it. With a "plop," the two arm-thick eggplants were actually encased in Wu Yuan's vagina. The woman's orgasm was still ongoing. Liu Hama felt a force pushing the eggplant out with the rise and fall of her buttocks. But it was too late to say anything. How could the strength of a weak woman's vagina resist the strength of a strong man's hand? Liu Hama pushed it in again with force, and with another "plop," the eggplant went in a third of the way.

The rest was easy. Looking at the woman's vagina, so tightly sealed around the eggplant, the dilation even revealing bluish capillaries covering the pink petals around her labia, Wu Yuan was powerless to resist. Liu Hama straightened up, clapped his hands in satisfaction, and pinched and tugged at Wu Yuan's nipple, teasingly saying, "Oh, little lady, you're quite tight. See, it's in now. Tell me, did you steal the eggplant?"

The woman's long legs twitched unconsciously. Wu Yuan's eyes were almost rolling back, but her weak, coquettish voice still rang out: "No… I didn't steal it… you scoundrel… you'll die a horrible death." The men lewdly laughed: "Little lady, confess now, the eggplant is in." Wu Yuan ignored him, turning her face away angrily. Actually, only a third of the eggplant was inserted, but its surface was smooth and it was wider at the top than the bottom, so once the front was in, the back was much easier. Liu Hama gestured with his hand from Wu Yuan's vaginal opening to her navel, lewdly grinning: "Oh my, this little vixen has a princess's constitution. Looks like she'll have no problem finishing this eggplant today." Someone looked at the nearly 1.5-foot-long eggplant and said: "Won't there be a problem? What if you push this woman to death? That wouldn't be worth it."

Liu Hama said: "No, look at the position of this little vixen's navel. Isn't it slightly higher than that of an average woman? And her waist is slender and long, which means her uterus is positioned high. She's a typical princess. It'll be more than enough to fit this eggplant in. You can see for yourselves." As the other thugs watched in astonishment, Liu Hama slowly pushed the eggplant all the way in, until even the stem was enveloped by her labia. During this process, aside from weak moans and twitching thighs, Wu Yuan showed no fatal symptoms.

The thugs, looking at Wu Yuan's abdomen bulging from the eggplant, clicked their tongues in amazement and asked, "Master Liu, what's this 'princess physique, princess life'? Does that mean you have a very good life, eating, drinking, and having fun all day?" Liu Hama laughed: "You son of a bitch! In the past, many princesses and palace maids were sent to marry into the Western Regions, the Xiongnu, or other foreign states for political reasons. Think about it, what kind of people are those Russians? These princesses were nominally married off, but in reality, they were given to them as tools for their lust. The Xiongnu's penises were two feet long and as thick as a bowl. If our Central Plains princesses married into those states, they would be played to death. That's why many historical records say that most of these princesses died suddenly from illness, but in reality, they were all raped to death. However, some princesses survived. These women had a special princess constitution. They often looked weak and frail, but they all had one thing in common: their navels were high, their waists were slender, and their vaginas were extremely soft and elastic, capable of accommodating almost any kind of exotic sex toy in the world." Everyone's heard of Wang Zhaojun, right? She's one of China's Four Beauties, who was sent to the Xiongnu as a marriage alliance. For over a decade, she didn't wear clothes, and was raped day and night by the Xiongnu soldiers while naked. Later, the Xiongnu king wanted to see how far this woman could go, so he tied her to a pillar and made her mate with a donkey. Legend has it that her most incredible feat was battling a male donkey naked for three days, with its penis measuring two feet two inches long and over six inches thick. Hearing this, everyone was captivated, picturing Wang Zhaojun, one of the Four Beauties, naked in battle with a male donkey on the frontier.

"So what happened in the end?" Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that it was Wu Yuan who had asked the question. Wu Yuan had obviously caught her breath by now. Her cheeks were flushed, and she asked the question softly, but her eyes were looking away from the group. Liu Hama reached out and rubbed Wu Yuan's labia while lewdly laughing: "In the end? In the end, the male donkey died from exhaustion!" After he finished speaking, there was another burst of lewd laughter around him.

"Waaah..." Even though there was an eggplant inserted in Wu Yuan's vagina, she was indeed a princess and was aroused by the teasing. "I, I want to persevere to the end like Sister Zhaojun... You, you scoundrels... Waaah."

Liu Hama said, "Yuan'er, don't be stubborn. You can't clear your name even if you jump into the Yellow River now. Let me tell you, not only did we lose eggplants, but we also had a few cucumbers stolen. Tell me, was it you?" Hearing these thugs framing her even more blatantly, Wu Yuan felt wronged and tears welled up in her eyes again: "You can say it's just eggplants, but you put them in there. How am I supposed to get the cucumbers? Are you planning to put more in there?"

Liu Hama leered and flipped Wu Yuan over, making her lie face down. Then he slapped the girl's buttocks hard and said, "Is this all you've got? You want to be like Lady Zhaojun? Wang Zhaojun was the one who fought with donkeys in the front and horseshoes in the back." After saying that, he grabbed Wu Yuan's buttocks with both hands and spread them open, thus opening the girl's anus. To say the girl was crawling on the ground like a dog wouldn't be accurate, because dogs crawl on four legs. Wu Yuan's hands were bound behind her back, her legs were spread wide, her body leaned forward, her head pressed to the ground, and her buttocks raised high in this humiliating position.

Her full, round buttocks were helplessly raised high, her dazzling white buttocks displayed to the thugs in this perfect posture for the first time. This posture boldly exposed the woman's deepest secrets, revealing them completely. Wu Yuan's buttocks were wet and sticky, her vulva slightly parted from the insertion of the eggplant, glistening with vaginal fluid. Her sexy buttocks trembled slightly, exuding a lewd aura. The scent of cucumbers filled the air. Several thugs had already plucked some thick, long cucumbers and handed them to Liu Hama. Wu Yuan knew what these hooligans were going to do. She had expected the process to be extremely painful, but to her surprise, the cucumbers went in smoothly. The moment the cucumber head was inserted into the girl's anus, her pink anus seemed to suck in slightly, as if swallowing, drawing in most of the cucumber. The thugs were astonished. After inserting one, Liu Hama took out another and inserted it into Wu Yuan's anus, teasingly saying, "See? This is the princess's constitution's memory of foreign objects entering the body. Once it's the first time, a woman's instinctive defense mechanism will automatically shut down." However… as he spoke, Liu Hama reached out and groped Wu Yuan's crotch twice more. Was this little wench so desperate to be a princess?

Another burst of laughter erupted around them. Wu Yuan closed her eyes in shame and indignation, thinking painfully: Other women desperately resist this humiliation, but my body is actively accepting it, accommodating it. What a lousy princess constitution! I don't want it, I don't want it! Thinking this, she began to sob softly in grievance. Liu Hama inserted three cucumbers into Wu Yuan's anus, only stopping reluctantly when he saw the last one barely manage to go in, with its head still sticking out. During this process, Wu Yuan's body secreted a large amount of fluid to lubricate the foreign objects.

However, the teasing of the woman had only just begun when Wu Yuan suddenly realized that these thugs wouldn't just stop by inserting these things into her body; they would definitely... Thinking of this, the woman shuddered, but just then, what Wu Yuan had anticipated began: several men started gripping the eggplant and cucumber and thrusting them back and forth.

In an instant, Wu Yuan was completely consumed by the intense stimulation, causing her body to convulse more violently than ever before. She no longer knew how to control her body; the vaginal fluids and the aphrodisiac she had just drunk aggravated the convulsions. Wu Yuan's body convulsed violently, her breasts shaking wildly with each thrust. The muscles of her vagina and anus were out of control; the inner walls of her vagina and the tender flesh of her anus were repeatedly pulled outwards with each thrust of the foreign object, further stretching her already greatly dilated vagina and anus... The vulva, seemingly without limit, opened even wider, its opening larger than an eggplant. The thugs discovered that the vagina, which had just been tightly encasing the eggplant, felt looser and easier to penetrate with each thrust. Getting carried away, one of them even took a cucumber and stuffed it into the gap between the vagina and the eggplant, finally filling the extra opening. The pressure on both sides of the anus and vagina forced Wu Yuan to involuntarily moan, the sounds growing louder and louder. Amidst the men's lewd laughter, Wu Yuan finally succumbed to the penetration, her eyes rolling back in her head, and she fainted. (

From "The Red Army Sisters: Yang Xiulan's Story")

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