Mom and Aunt were tricked into a brothel and gang-raped.

On the table sits a black-and-white photograph of my mother and me. Due to its age, the white border has begun to yellow. This photograph, taken in 1987, is the only one taken of me and my mother during a business trip. The reason I remember it so vividly is not only because of the photograph itself, but also because it always reminds me of something that happened more than ten years ago when I accompanied my mother on a business trip to N city in East China—an event that is hard to describe as either sad or exciting. The person who took the photo was Aunt Liu from my mother's workplace. That year, my mother was thirty years old, Aunt Liu was about twenty-four or twenty-five, and I was only seven, having just finished first grade. The incident occurred on the night we were about to return.
N city is known throughout the country as one of the hottest cities, and those days were extremely hot. The scorching sun during the day made it impossible to go outside, and even at night there wasn't a breath of wind; the slightest movement would leave you drenched in sweat and feeling sticky. After dinner at the guesthouse, my mother and Aunt Liu took me to the train station to buy tickets home. After getting off the bus at the train station, the three of us walked towards the station. The station square was bustling with people, all hurrying about. Just then, a thin man wearing glasses walked towards us. Aunt Liu is about 1.68 meters tall, and my mother is 1.65 meters tall; the man looked even shorter than my mother. He saw my mother and Aunt Liu and asked, "Buying tickets, right? Where to? Need sleeper berths?" My
mother and Aunt Liu ignored him at first and continued walking. The man said, "Sleeper berths are sold out for three days. Don't even mention sleeper berths, there aren't any hard seats left, only standing tickets." Aunt Liu turned around to ask the man, but my mother pulled her back, saying, "Come on, let's go to the ticket office and ask, won't we?" Although we ignored him, the man actually followed us, chattering incessantly for more than thirty meters before finally giving up. At the ticket office, there wasn't much of a queue, but Aunt Liu asked a couple of questions at the window and then sheepishly returned. The man was right; tickets for that day were sold out long ago, and only standing tickets were available for the next two days. It takes more than twenty hours to get from N city to our home, and there's only one direct train each day. My mother and Aunt Liu were a little disappointed, but I didn't care. Although N City is very hot, at least I don't have to do summer homework and can have cold drinks every day. As we approached the bus stop, we ran into the same bespectacled man again. He could tell from our appearance that we hadn't bought tickets, and said somewhat smugly, "See? I told you so! I have an acquaintance who works at the train station; he can help you buy sleeper tickets." Aunt Liu asked, "Do you have any sleeper tickets to XX tomorrow?" The man repeatedly said yes, yes, yes, and that he could get the tickets immediately, with only a five-yuan handling fee per ticket. Aunt Liu was persuaded and wanted to go check it out. My mother, though not entirely convinced, was also somewhat tempted. It seemed that even if we came to the train station tomorrow to buy tickets for the day after tomorrow, we might not be able to get them. Three people (actually only two) spending a day at the guesthouse would cost twenty yuan. If we could spend a ten-yuan handling fee and start our journey home tomorrow, it would be a very worthwhile deal.
Mom asked the man which unit he worked for, and he said he worked for the nearby street office. Because he often helped people from the street office buy tickets, he was very familiar with the people at the train station and could get tickets directly from them. He even said he could get an official invoice for the service fee from the street office so Mom and Aunt Liu could get reimbursed. As he talked, Mom started to believe what the man said. He said his street office wasn't far from the station, only a five-minute walk. The area around the train station seemed quite crowded, and the man was thin and small, with an honest face, so he didn't seem like a bad person. Mom and Aunt Liu decided to go with him to check it out.
The man led the way, chatting with Mom and Aunt Liu as they walked. We followed him into an alley opposite the train station square. The area was full of dilapidated old houses, most without lights, only a few dim streetlights. By the light of the streetlights, I saw many walls painted with the word "Demolish" in red paint. I asked my mother, "Mom, are these houses going to be demolished?" Before she could answer, the man said, "These words have been written here for years! They say the new houses haven't been built yet. We ordinary people can only wait." My mother and Aunt Liu looked around but didn't say anything. After walking a few dozen more steps, my mother suddenly stopped and asked, "Why aren't we there yet? Where's your neighborhood office?" The man smiled and said, "We'll be there soon. Look, it's just around the corner." There was indeed a door at the corner, with light faintly shining through. My mother and Aunt Liu hesitated for a moment but continued walking. When we reached the door, the three of us followed the man inside. It was a small courtyard. The courtyard wall was about a person's height, and the shadows of the bamboo along the wall were cast on the mottled wall, looking somewhat grotesque and eerie.
The man led my mother and Aunt Liu into the main room, telling me that the adults had some business to discuss and that he would be done soon, and that I should wait outside. Then he went into the main room himself and closed the door. I walked around the courtyard for a bit, finding nothing interesting, and tried to push the door to the main room, but it wouldn't open. I didn't dare go into the alley outside, afraid of getting lost and not being able to find my way back, so I just wandered around in the yard. Suddenly, I noticed a small wooden door next to the house. I pushed it open gently, and it was pitch black inside. Normally, I wouldn't have dared to go in, but at that moment, I was scared to be alone in the yard, and I was also incredibly bored, so I took a few steps inside. My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness, and by the faint light reflecting off the yard, I could see that it was a narrow passageway, with the yard wall on one side and the wooden wall of the main house on the other. I groped my way in for about twenty steps, and the surroundings became a little brighter. I realized that I had turned to the back of the house. It was a very small backyard, cluttered with various odds and ends. A stark white light shone from the wide-open back window of the house. Just then, I thought I heard a scream from inside the house, followed by the sound of clothes tearing. I couldn't help but peek into the window. What I saw startled me: there were four people in the house, three men and two women. The two women were my mother and Aunt Liu, but I had never seen the three men before. In the middle of the room stood a large, tattered bed. The straw mat on it was so dark and worn that its original color was almost unrecognizable. Aunt Liu was pressed face down on the bed, her arms bound behind her back. A fat, shirtless man had his left foot on her back and was tying her wrists with thin hemp rope. A piece of cloth, of unknown origin, had been stuffed into her mouth. It was clear she wanted to scream but couldn't, and her struggles were being held firmly. My mother was also being cornered by two men. One of the men was very tall, a full head taller than my mother, with disheveled hair and his face obscured. The other man, whose back was the only visible part, was also shirtless, muscular, and appeared very strong. I watched as he grabbed my mother's ponytail and dragged her towards the bed. My mother couldn't bear the pain and was pulled to the edge of the bed in an instant. Suddenly, the man screamed and released his grip, clutching his right wrist with his left hand.
My mother rushed towards the door, but the tall man moved quickly, grabbing her around the waist. The burly man then grabbed her hair and slapped her twice, cursing as he did so. Although I couldn't understand his southern accent, I roughly knew that my mother had bitten him. The slaps were quite hard, and my mother fell to the ground. The fat man next to her had already lifted Aunt Liu's black skirt up to her waist, and her underwear was pulled down to her knees. The fluorescent light shone on Aunt Liu's snow-white buttocks. The fat man put his hand between her legs, but I couldn't see what he was doing. At that time, I didn't understand anything about men and women, and I didn't know what was so interesting about a woman's private parts. On the other side of the room, my mother was pulled up by the burly man and faced the wall. She seemed to be still dazed, her head hanging down, her hair a little messy. The tall man stuffed something into her mouth, which looked like men's underwear.
My mother didn't react. The burly man said something to the tall man, who then grabbed my mother's collar and yanked it open, followed by a ripping sound and the clatter of buttons falling to the wooden floor. My mother's yellow dress was completely ripped open in the back, revealing her smooth back. The dress's opening extended all the way down to her waist, and I could see the straps of her white bra and her white floral panties from a distance. Suddenly, my mother whirled around, broke free from them, and rushed towards the window. My heart leaped into my throat. The feeling at that moment was indescribable. Although I didn't know the meaning of "rape" at the time, I could tell that the three men and the "glasses" who brought us were not good people. Logically, I should have tried to call for help, but what I was witnessing gave me an unprecedented thrill. So when I saw my mother being dragged back by the legs by the fat man and the burly man as soon as she climbed onto the windowsill, I was actually a little excited. The room was in complete chaos. While the fat man released her to grab my mother, Aunt Liu stood up and tried to rush towards the door, but her hands were tied behind her back, and her underwear was half-dangling on her knees, making it impossible for her to run fast. The tall man easily blocked her way. My mother and the others' brief resistance ended in failure.
Watching them fall back into the control of those men, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Ignoring my mother's desperate struggles, the burly man grabbed her dress and yanked it down, while the fat man helped him hold her bare shoulders. The dress was pulled down to her waist and couldn't go any further, leaving my mother's snow-white upper body with only a small bra. The strap on her right shoulder had slipped down to her arm, exposing most of her right breast. The fat man said something to the burly man, which I understood—he told him to just pull down my mother's underwear.
The fat man easily lifted my mother off the ground; despite her kicking, she couldn't stop the burly man from grabbing her legs, lifting her dress, and pulling down her underwear. The burly man even brought my mother's underwear to his nose and sniffed it, looking ecstatic, like a glutton facing a plate of delicious food. The fat man took out a thin rope and tied my mother's hands to the bedpost, said something to the burly man, and then turned to Aunt Liu. Aunt Liu was kneeling on the bed, her skirt already ripped off by the tall man, her top torn open as well. Her pink panties hung comically on one of her calves. The fat man pulled down his shorts, rubbing his thick, dark penis against Aunt Liu's bare white buttocks and the pink flesh between her legs. The tall man knelt before her, his hand already inside her clothes, kneading her breasts. On this half of the bed, my mother's beautiful yellow skirt was disheveled and torn at her waist, her lower body completely exposed, a small tuft of curly black hair clearly visible below her slightly protruding belly. My mother was only thirty years old then, the most voluptuous time of her mature life. Her plump body was full of alluring flesh, yet not at all fat. Her fair and delicate skin, her curvaceous waist, and her shapely, smooth thighs were a fatal temptation for any man, enough to tempt him to commit a crime. Even I felt my seven-year-old penis throbbing painfully.
When the burly man ripped off my mother's bra, her hands were tightly bound, unable to stop him. She watched helplessly as her breasts popped out of the bra, swaying a few times before being grabbed and roughly kneaded. Almost simultaneously, Aunt Liu was stripped naked, her small, firm breasts swaying in front of her. Aunt Liu was still a young girl then; her areolas were a tender pink, and her nipples were small. In contrast, my mother's breasts appeared large and soft, her areolas much darker, and her enormous nipples protruded high, longer than my penis. The burly man seemed to also like my mother's nipples; he pressed his head against her chest, taking turns sucking on her nipples, pinching them with his fingers as he did so. My mother could only twist her body from side to side to avoid his hands. Meanwhile, the tall man removed the object from Aunt Liu's mouth and pulled out his penis, shoving it into her mouth. Aunt Liu hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to open her mouth and take his glans in, allowing the tall man's penis to penetrate her throat. At the same time, the fat man's thick, dark penis forcefully parted Aunt Liu's two pink, tight labia and awkwardly entered her virgin vagina. Aunt Liu's face was contorted with pain, but the two men paid no heed. They quickly began thrusting in and out. Influenced by them, the burly man also pulled down his pants, spread my mother's legs, and rubbed his swollen, shiny glans against her vulva. My mother was still kicking her legs, even though she probably knew that losing her virginity was inevitable. Even without the men's penises penetrating her genitals, her breasts and genitals were completely exposed to these men, with no privacy whatsoever. When the burly man entered my mother's vagina, his penis encountered little resistance, perhaps because her vagina was already lubricated, though she was unwilling to admit it. Most of my mother's body dangled off the edge of the bed, and the burly man supported her buttocks as he thrust in and out. Although the point of their genital contact could not be seen, the sound of thrusting could be heard growing louder. Under the fluorescent light, the bodies of three men and two women on the bed were clearly visible. My mother and Aunt Liu, two fair-skinned women, were surrounded and pounded by three ugly, dark-skinned men. Their beautiful breasts swayed with each increasingly violent thrust.
Every impact caused ripples on Aunt Liu's buttocks and my mother's stomach. My mother started moaning, but because her mouth was stuffed with something, her words were muffled. The burly man stopped thrusting and removed the stuff from her mouth. When the thrusting resumed, my mother slowly began moaning again, and the sound grew louder. Eventually, Aunt Liu also started moaning "Mmm...mmm..." Seeing how much they seemed to enjoy it, I became increasingly excited. The fat man stopped thrusting first, holding Aunt Liu's waist tightly and pressing against her genitals. Later, I understood that was ejaculation. After a while, he withdrew his shrunken penis, which was covered in mucus and blood. Then the burly man also grabbed my mother and thrust into her more than twenty times, then similarly pressed tightly against her genitals and ejaculated. As he thrust violently, Mom's legs twitched. Then the tall man pulled out his ejaculating penis and gave Aunt Liu a semen bath, covering her face, hair, and even her nostrils with thick, white semen. Mom and Aunt Liu seemed exhausted, which puzzled me, since they hadn't done anything strenuous.
I thought that was it and was hesitating whether to go to the front when the door suddenly opened, and "Glasses" silently walked in with two other men. They were two lewd-looking old men; the fatter one had a red face, a red nose, and a bald head, while the other had a dark face and a slightly hunched back. "Glasses" pointed to the two women on the bed and said to them, "These two, pretty, aren't they?" The two old men spoke with a northern accent, and I had no idea who they were. They bargained with "Glasses" for a while, pulled out a wad of cash from their pockets, counted out eight ten-yuan bills for him, and began to undress. While they were undressing, the tall man took the cloth that had been stuffed into his mother's mouth and wiped the semen off Aunt Liu's face and body, then wiped the two women's genitals. Aunt Liu's vulva was already red and swollen, her two red labia minora pitifully half-turned out. His mother's genitals seemed fine, except that her vaginal opening was a little wider, and a clump of pubic hair was all wet. The tall man then simply lifted his mother's genitals and pulled off the torn dress that was tucked around her waist. His mother did not resist, perhaps feeling that resistance was pointless. He was stopped by the hunchbacked old man when he went to take off Aunt Liu's dress.
The two old men stripped naked, revealing their aged and ugly bodies. The hunchbacked old man chose Aunt Liu, while the bald old man seemed to prefer my mother. Faced with two alluring naked women on the bed, their old penises showed little reaction. At first, I thought they were too old to enjoy women, but later I realized it was the mark of seasoned lechers. The hunchbacked man put his dark, limp penis to Aunt Liu's mouth, and unlike the first time, she didn't hesitate and took it in, sucking on it. My mother, however, couldn't handle the bald old man's penis. Despite her hair being pulled down several times, she couldn't help but spit it out, then suck it in again, repeating this several times before she began to get into the swing of things. Under the combined force of their mouths, the two old penises gradually regained their vigor. Strangely, as my mother's vulva trembled and contracted while she sucked on my penis, she seemed completely unaware that her legs were wide open, and no one was forcing them apart. The hunchbacked old man had already lay down on the other side of the bed. Aunt Liu hesitated before straddling his stomach. His erect penis was positioned directly against her swollen vulva, much thicker than when it was flaccid. The old man's full, bluish glans seemed incongruous with his withered body. Seeing that Aunt Liu didn't sit down, the old man raised his hips, aimed his glans at her vaginal opening, and gently pushed her buttocks. Aunt Liu lost her balance and fell to the ground. She cried out in a daze as the old man's penis was deeply inserted into her lower body. The hunchbacked old man's back straightened, his eyes gleaming. He arched his hips while playing with Aunt Liu's throbbing nipples. Aunt Liu's face was flushed, and her nipples were swollen and erect. Having just experienced sex for the first time, Aunt Liu seemed to be savoring the pleasure. The humiliation of being raped temporarily faded, replaced by a decadent thrill. The bald old man standing nearby pulled out his penis, which my mother had been sucking for so long before finally revealing itself. Its length and thickness were almost as thick as my forearm! He lifted my mother's body off the edge of the bed, turning her face down with her right leg on the ground. Since my mother's hands were still bound, she couldn't turn completely around, and the bald man didn't intend to untie her. Instead, he placed her left leg on the windowsill. From my angle, I could perfectly see her breasts hanging down her chest and her engorged vulva. The bald old man didn't rush to penetrate her. Instead, he gently pressed his erect glans against my mother's vaginal opening while caressing her smooth back, waist, and delicate, fatty abdomen and vulva, occasionally pinching her swollen breasts and clitoris. My mother's naked body trembled incessantly as she was being violated. The bald man grabbed my mother's waist from behind and penetrated her. When only a small portion of his penis was still outside, my mother began to cry out in pain. The bald man gently stroked her snow-white skin as he continued thrusting. My mother was almost breathless; her entire body seemed to tremble. Her vagina, already full of semen, was lubricated without any problem, and the bald man's penis moved freely back and forth. I could see his dark, dirty scrotum, the veins clearly visible, and the outlines of his two ugly testicles swaying inside. I looked at this male organ that was defiling my mother with a mixture of disgust and adoration. The bald man's thrusting was slow and rhythmic, his movements quite large. With each withdrawal, I could almost see half of his glans swelling up my mother's vaginal opening, the latter half of his penis always covered in sticky fluid. My mother's eyes were glazed, staring straight ahead, occasionally letting out a groan. Her body was soaked with sweat, as if she had just taken a bath.
The hunchbacked old man had almost stopped wiggling his hips, while Aunt Liu continued to grope her naked lower body with abandon. Her small breasts heaved, and the hunchback pinched or stretched her pink nipples from time to time. His hands never left Aunt Liu's breasts or buttocks. As Aunt Liu lowered her head and gradually stopped moving, the hunchbacked old man began to thrust violently up and down, making her legs straighten and her whole body almost press against the hunchback's chest, while he kneaded and rubbed her breasts and chest, making her tremble all over. I don't know how much time passed, maybe about half an hour, before the hunchbacked and bald old men withdrew their penises and began to put on their clothes. As soon as they were released, Aunt Liu sprawled out on the broken bed, while my mother sat down on the floor, motionless. Only then did I realize that the men from before had disappeared. After the two old men left, only my mother and Aunt Liu remained in the room. My mother stood up first and called to Aunt Liu to ask how she was. Aunt Liu seemed alright. She hurriedly helped my mother untie the ropes binding her hands, and the two naked women embraced and wept. I don't remember what happened after that. It seems that when I went back to the front to find them, they had put on some clothes. My mother was sitting on the broken bed, her hair disheveled and barefoot. Aunt Liu hadn't had time to put on a dress and was crying while hugging my mother. She only put on her clothes when she saw me come in. My mother only told me that they had been robbed of over 300 yuan and more than 20 jin of national grain coupons. Of course, I knew they had also been raped. Later, my mother and Aunt Liu went to report the crime, but I don't know the specifics. Anyway, it took several days. During those days, the police kept coming to the guesthouse looking for them, and I was always the one called out. They even asked me what the four men looked like. Although many years have passed, whenever I think about it, I have an involuntary physical reaction, and at the same time, I feel a feeling that I can't quite describe—a mix of sadness and a thrill. After all, it was my mother who was raped; after all, not every son can witness his mother being gang-raped…

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