[Chaos and Cruelty] (Part Four)

(IV)
One afternoon, I was turning over the soil for the pear trees with the members of the forestry team, while
the members of the agricultural team were pruning the corn that was about to ripen in the nearby cornfield. Although it was mid-autumn, the dense pear orchard
was still very stuffy. When it was finally time to rest, the team leader shouted "Take a break!" and the members
immediately threw down their shovels. Some collapsed on the ground, while others sat on tree branches to rest.
I also climbed a pear tree, and while I was resting, a young man about my age shouted, "The Sixth
Team is criticizing the 'Four Categories'! Go and see!" So a group of people ran towards the cornfield not far away. I
knew my mother was also in the Sixth Team, and I knew she would definitely be involved in this criticism session. Although I didn't want to go because of this, I was itching to go
. After everyone else had run off, I quietly went over as well.
Sure enough, the leader of the sixth production team was criticizing five men and women from the "Four Categories" (a term referring to four categories of people considered "four categories" in Chinese). In the open space surrounded by a group of commune members, my mother and four other members 　　 from the "Four Categories
," each with a handful of grass in their mouths, lined up, hands
behind their heads, surrounding a well in the center, doing frog jumps at the production team leader's commands… Holding grass in their mouths was a common form of criticism at the time. Why they had to hold grass in their mouths, I 　　don't know. As for the frog jumps, they seemed to have no great revolutionary significance other than making the revolutionary masses laugh. But to 　　make the landlords, rich peasants, and counter-revolutionaries who used to ride roughshod over the people obey the working people like slaves 　　was a kind of achievement for the revolutionaries. 　　 The five "Four Categories" jumped up and down, and the revolutionary masses laughed one by one. One of them, 　　an elderly "Four Categories" member over sixty years old, was already in poor health. After jumping for a while, he couldn't jump anymore and knelt on the ground, 　　panting heavily. Soon, the production team leader kicked him, and after resting for a few breaths, he continued jumping. 　　 A very fat landlady, around fifty years old, was jumping towards the end when her legs could no longer support her 　　bulky body. With each jump, her feet barely left the ground, or sometimes she would only move her upper body while her feet couldn't 　　leave the ground at all... 　　 A naughty boy, taking advantage of the fact that one of the "four categories of elements" was not paying attention, lightly kicked him in the back. The 　　tall and heavy boy suddenly lunged forward, landing right on his mother, who was standing in front of him, 　　knocking her, who was also struggling to maintain her balance, to the ground. He landed heavily on top of her, eliciting hearty laughter from the crowd. 　　 I was already standing in the crowd when I saw Shuangxi, the scoundrel who had kicked the fourth-class male student and pounced on my mother. 　　I suddenly reached out my right arm from his side, hooked his neck, and slammed him to the ground. As he yelled, the crowd 　　erupted in chaos: "That damn brat Lu Xiaobei wants to fight..." 　　 Another thug rushed over—it was Yu, Shuangxi's friend. Knowing he was there to beat me up, I 　　jumped off Shuangxi and went to meet him, and we started fighting again... 　　 Not too unexpectedly, I brought disaster upon myself. That very evening, after work, 　　Wei Xiaoguang, a model youth sent to the countryside and the instructor of the militia company, carrying a Japanese-made Mauser pistol, barged in with several armed militiamen. 　　He announced to my mother and me that I opposed the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution and was to be taken to the brigade headquarters for criticism and struggle sessions. My mother and I were already asleep when 　　we saw several fierce-looking militiamen standing in our house, guns at the ready. We all 　　stared blankly, bewildered by what we saw. 　　 Before we could react, my mother was forced at gunpoint, not allowed to put on her shoes, and turned to 　　kneel facing the wall. Two militiamen grabbed my arms, tied a rope around my neck, and quickly bound me 　　tightly, making me unable to move. Then they shoved and pushed me away. 　　 They didn't take me to the brigade headquarters, but to a small, detached house next to a threshing ground, only 　　a few dozen meters from my house. For some reason, Wei Xiaoguang and the other scoundrel didn't come out of my house. 　　The only ones who brought me were the two militiamen I had just fought with, one named Shuangxi, the other Laiyu. 　　They were about my age, sixteen or seventeen, each carrying a Japanese Type 38 rifle. 　　 Once inside, the two surrounded me: "Bend over, fly!" 　　 I understood the situation; my arms were bound, and I dared not disobey. I obediently bent over, my buttocks 　　sticking up high. 　　 "Come on, stand here." Lai Yu pointed to a narrow stool, the kind students sit on in class. 　　 I fearfully stepped onto the stool. 　　 The stool was extremely narrow and poorly made, very unstable. Even standing on it, I had to keep my upper body bent 　　, swaying fearfully. 　　 "Damn it, what do you know about that stinking slut Zheng Xiaowan?" Lai Yu began interrogating me. 　　 "Yes... she should... be... criticized... criticized to the core..." I answered him, bent over on the stool, not daring to be negligent. 　　 "Then tell me, isn't Zheng Xiaowan a slut?" 　　 "Yes..." 　　 "Tell me, shouldn't the slut Zheng Xiaowan be condemned and denounced?" 　　 I knew they wouldn't let me off easily today, so I dared not disobey and whispered as they instructed, "Yes... she 　　should..." 　　 "Fuck your mother!" With a mocking curse, the stool under my feet was kicked over. My arms were already tied behind my back, 　　making it difficult to maintain my balance, and I fell to the ground. 　　 "You motherfucker, get up, stand up." 　　 I stood up again and bent over again. 　　 "Tell me, say, isn't your mother's cunt a slut?" 　　 "Yes..." 　　 "Fuck you, who's the slut?" 　　 "My mother..." 　　 "Dishonest," I don't know if it was Laiyu or Shuangxi, they kicked my stool over again, and I fell down again 　　. 　　 "Get up, stand up, fuck you, tell me, say that Zheng Xiaowan is a slut looking to be fucked, will you or not?" 　　 "Yes... Zheng Xiaowan is... a slut looking to be fucked..." I trembled all over and 　　answered without hesitation. 　　 "Start over." 　　 "Yes...my mom's a stinky slut, she's...no...a stinky slut who wants to be fucked..." 　　 "Ah...is flying on an airplane fun?" Lai Yu asked me. 　　 I didn't know how to answer, so I just said, "I'm guilty...I confess..."

"You motherfucker, you're not being honest," I was kicked off again.
When I got back on, they asked me again, and I could only say, "It's fun... don't kick me... I'll say whatever you want me to say
..."
"Fuck your motherfucker, get down here." I was kicked off again. "Come
here," Lai Yu said, sitting on a stool, ordering me.
I was scared of being beaten, so I obediently walked up to him.
"Kneel down," Lai Yu said coldly, sitting on the stool.
Afraid they would beat me again, I hesitated only slightly before kneeling straight in front of him.
"Weren't you pretty fierce this afternoon? Hmm, your punches were pretty hard, huh? Come on, again," Lai Yu said,
raising his hand and slapping me across the face, "slap... slap..."
"I was wrong..." My face stung from his slaps, but I didn't dare to dodge.
"You motherfucker, call me daddy."
I knelt there without saying a word. He was about my age, this was too much of a bullying.
"Ah..." A burning pain shot through the back of my neck; Shuangxi had pressed a cigarette butt against it.
"Are you going to scream?" Shuangxi blew on the cigarette butt and held it up in front of me.
"Are you going to scream?" Laiyu asked as well.
Afraid they would burn me again, I lowered my head and, both ashamed and frightened, whispered to Laiyu, "Daddy
..."
"No, look up at me and scream loudly."
I had no choice but to look up in humiliation at that mischievous face, raise my voice, and scream at him again, "Daddy...
"
"Ha...Are you scared of Daddy?"
"Yes..."
"Want to do another one while standing on the stool?" Laiyu asked smugly.
"No...Daddy...I'm scared..."
"Ha...That's right, hee hee! Son, was it me who made you?" Laiyu laughed smugly,
his eyes narrowed into slits.
"Yes..." I answered softly.
"Ha...Who did I make you?"
I didn't answer.
"Serve you with a cigarette butt." Laiyu said to Shuangxi behind me.
"No...don't burn me!" I screamed in fright.
"Then answer me, who the hell made you?"
I dared not remain silent any longer, so I whispered, "My...my mom..."
"Where did you fuck your mom?"
"Um...I...ah...don't burn me...fuck my mom's cunt..."
Just then, Erga came in, gave the two of them a wicked wink, and Laiyu understood. He
kicked me hard in the face with his toe, "Your mom's cunt, I'll make you have another little brother," and then hurriedly left
.
Shuangxi came over and sat on the stool where Laiyu had been sitting. "Crawl over here," Shuangxi pointed to
the stool he was sitting on, and spread his legs.
I dared not disobey, so I tied my arms behind my back, knelt on the ground, lowered my head, and stretched my head between Shuangxi's legs.
My face was on the ground, and I moved my knees, struggling to crawl through Shuangxi's legs.
"Crawl back."
I crawled from behind to in front of him again.
Shuangxi took off his shoe and threw it in the corner. "Go get it back for me."
I still used my knees as legs, crawled to the corner, grabbed the stinky shoe with my mouth, and crawled back to Shuangxi's feet.
"Give it to me."
I raised my face and held the stinky shoe in my mouth in front of him. Shuangxi took the shoe and threw it away again.
"Get it back."
I crawled over and got it back again.
Wei Xiaoguang came in again, looking excitedly tired. He said to Shuangxi, "Go...it's fucking exciting...
"
I didn't know what he was talking about, but Shuangxi clearly understood and happily ran out of the classroom.
"Your mom got fucked by me," Xiaoguang sat down again, grabbed my chin, and smiled wickedly at me.
I couldn't help but believe it. Whenever my mom was criticized at night, nine times out of ten she would get fucked. But today he fucked my
mom and then told me. It was too much of a bullying. But what could I do? I knelt down, letting his fat hand pinch my
chin. I wanted to curse him, I wanted to spit on him, but I didn't dare.
Seeing that I didn't speak, they said again, "After we're done, you have to go too. This is
punishment for counter-revolutionary sluts."
"I won't..." I shook my head vigorously.
"If you dare not go, you're a counter-revolutionary! If you don't go, we'll fight you to death."
"No... I won't go..." I wouldn't go even if they made me fuck my own mother.
"Damn it, you won't go, humph, tie him up," Wei Xiaoguang said.
Erga came up and pulled down my pants and shoes, then tied my
penis with a thin rope. The other end of the rope was tied to my right big toe. The rope was adjusted to be very short, so my right leg had to
bend hard towards my crotch to reduce the pain.
"Stand up and do a one-legged stance."
With my arms tied behind my back, I couldn't stand up on my own. So the two of them lifted me up, making my left leg
stand on the ground while my right leg was bent hard towards my crotch. It was painful and tiring. Even standing on one leg, my body swayed constantly.
"Your soles are fucking tender, almost as tender as your mother's," Wei Xiaoguang said, finding
a small stick and tracing it across the sole of my bent right foot.
"Ah..." Because my sole was incredibly itchy, I instinctively flinched, and the thin rope tightened
around the coronal sulcus of my penis, causing me to scream in pain. I swayed and fell to the ground, my foot struggling again due to loss of balance,
pulling on my penis even more painfully.
"Ah...it hurts..."
"Stand up."
I was once again forced to stand up on one leg.
"Jump around once."
I was forced to hop around the room on my left leg. With each jump, the rope pulled on my penis, and
I screamed, which made them laugh wildly.
After finally completing one lap, Erga kicked me again, just a light kick, and I felt a sharp pain.
I fell to the ground again, and the pain made me scream again, "It hurts so much...please have mercy on me..."
"Ah ha...it hurts...it's fun when it hurts...ah ha...get up, jump around again."
I jumped around again, and they tickled the soles of my feet. I fell down again, and screamed in pain again, "Ouch
...I can't take it anymore...I'm going...I'm going..."
"Going to do what?"
"Going to...fuck my mom..."
I thought they were just teasing me, but to my surprise, they actually pulled me up,
stuffed the patched, smelly socks that had just been ripped off into my mouth, tied the socks in my mouth with a rope
, and then pushed and dragged me out of the hut and back home.
Once inside, I finally realized that what they said was true; they really did fuck my mom.
On the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) at home, my mother's upper body was bound hand and foot, but her pants were pulled down, revealing her round,
white buttocks sticking up high. Shuangxi stood behind her, vigorously thrusting into her.
Xiaoguang bit my ear, "Go, revolution isn't a dinner party. Fuck this counter-revolutionary's cunt."
I shook my head desperately, but dared not make a sound, not because my mouth was full of smelly socks, but because I was afraid my mother would recognize
me. But it was no use. The three men grabbed my arms, pulled my hair, and pushed me
behind my mother.
My mother was kneeling on the edge of the kang with her back to us, her eyes covered with a black cloth, her head resting on the kang surface, her buttocks sticking up high
. She had probably been fucked by several men in turns; her vulva was a mess, with milky white fluid
dripping onto the edge of the kang, and her inner thighs were still dripping with vaginal fluid.
What particularly made me feel dissatisfied and unable to forgive myself was that seeing my mother being bullied like this
made my penis swell up, hard and erect. Supported by Shuangxi and Erga, I was pushed
behind my mother, my engorged penis pressed against her snow-white buttocks.
I held my breath and struggled desperately, but naturally it was futile. Several people held me down, and Wei Xiaoguang grabbed
my penis, pushing it towards my mother's vagina.
I knew my resistance was futile, but I had to resist because…because…it was a
necessary process. With this process, I was forced; without it, it…it…it would
n't work.
Soon, as I expected, my penis, under their control, was inserted into my mother's vagina
.
My mother let out a soft moan as my penis was fully inside. Unexpectedly, my mother's inside was so
elastic; her seemingly loose vagina was actually quite tight inside.
Pushed and shoved by several people, I thrust in and out of my mother's vagina, each time inserting my penis all the way
in, then pulling it out, then inserting it again. I couldn't help but look at my mother's buttocks, raised high towards me.
Ah! They were so round, so beautifully round, even the transition around her anus was so smooth and lovely
. My mother's waist was slender, and her buttocks weren't excessively large, but they were exceptionally round and perky, incredibly sexy. Back then,
because of social and political reasons, my mother usually wore loose pants, so you couldn't see how round and
perky her buttocks were. Only when she was being criticized and denounced, because she had to bend over, could her round buttocks be revealed, but even then, only through
her pants. Today, those buttocks that made countless men drool were exposed so close to me, raised high
, making it impossible for me to soften.
Perhaps it was because my penis was too long and thick, because Mom cried out, "Oh...it hurts...it's swollen...
" "Hurry up and call me 'Little Daddy'," Wei Xiaoguang 　　said
, pressing close to me and slapping Mom's bare buttocks . 　　 "Little Daddy...you're going to fuck me to death...my cunt is swollen..." 　　 I don't know what stimulated me by Mom's cries, but I stopped them from pushing me and automatically 　　began thrusting my penis into Mom's cunt. This was my first time having sex with a woman, and I never expected that this woman would be my own mother. As 　　 I thrust, I watched my once most beloved mother's snow-white, round buttocks tremble before me, her 　　slender waist bending downwards, further highlighting the allure of her buttocks. My heart trembled, 　　trembling because I had committed such an immoral act of incest, and also because I was realizing some kind of dream. 　　 "Ah! Fuck me hard, look at this slut's slutty nature, it feels so good to fuck her!" 　　 "Hey! Young revolutionary, is this your first time fucking a cunt?" 　　 I nodded, a mix of humiliation and excitement welling up inside me, making me shudder involuntarily 　　, but my cock inside my mom's cunt didn't lessen at all. 　　 My mom moaned, "Spare me! Fuck me to death! Dear brother... ah... after you fuck me, please don't... 　　fight me anymore... ah... I'll let you fuck me properly... after you're done... please don't fight me anymore... ah... 　　so hard..." 　　 "You motherfucker, if you behave well and make us brothers happy, we'll spare you a few parades." 　　 "Yes... little brother... this slut is obedient... fuck me hard to death... ah..." 　　 After countless thrusts, finally, I ejaculated inside my mom's cunt. 　　 ... 　　 The bastards left satisfied. 　　 After they left, I quickly untied the ropes binding my mother's back, but without 　　removing the ropes that were wrapped around her arms, I ran out of the house. 　　 I stayed outside for about half an hour, guessing that my mother had untied the ropes and washed them, 　　before returning home. 　　 My mother was already lying on the kang (heated brick bed). Seeing me return, she asked with concern, "Were you persecuted?" 　　 "Mmm…", I replied, barely daring to look at her face. 　　 "Did you get hurt?" 　　 "Mmm…" 　　 I crawled into my mother's bed, and in the dim light of the incandescent bulb, I saw 　　the marks left by the ropes on her arms. "Mom, they tied you up?" I asked, knowing the answer already. 　　 My mother didn't speak, but stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly, or rather, pressed her body tightly against my 　　chest…

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