Vigilantes - Perverted Love

She knelt on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her body ramrod straight. Her hands pressed against her bare thighs. She wore
a blue-and-white cotton shirt, white socks, and black cloth shoes with round toes, which he had just bought from the foot of the mountain. This outfit reminded her of her
good old days in middle school back home. But it was because he had discovered the photo she had cherished the day before, in which her male classmate was holding hands
and smiling
sweetly, that she had been subjected to particularly painful torture. Being spanked wasn't done lying down; it meant kneeling bare-kneed on a washboard, pants pulled down, and being struck with large bamboo strips—she could endure that. But the feeling of being tied up by the wrists with enameled wire and suspended in the air was something
she had never experienced before. And burning her bare breasts bit by bit with incense sticks and scorching her exposed genitals with candles—
it was truly terrifying! She still shuddered at the thought. She had indeed loved that boy, and loved him passionately; she
admitted it. But what he insisted she confess to was having a sexual relationship with that boy, that she had been
promiscuous since middle school. "You little bastard! You were a slut at sixteen, weren't you? Confess!" Each "confess!
" was followed by a searing pain in her delicate labia, forcing her to confess under torture.

Ever since she was forced to marry him, she had sensed his "illness." He was not only incredibly lewd, but
also violent and relentless during sex. He used cruel torture on her slender and lovely body as a means to stimulate his sexual
arousal and release his boundless lust. She suffered terribly! But after being "treated" by him for over two months, she
gradually developed a conditioned reflex to the torture and sex. The moment she knelt, or her buttocks touched a board or the sole of a cloth shoe, her genitals would feel
strange sensations, even begin to twitch. Today, although her breasts and genitals still throbbed with pain, kneeling for a while
aroused her desire for sex.

She thought, "I'm such a shameless little slut, getting more and more shameless." The aroma of food wafted into the inner room from the outer room, and she felt extremely hungry, but this was part of his punishment for her. From
today onwards, she would
begin .

After he returned home, he saw that she had already prepared the meal, filled the water vat, and dressed as he had instructed, kneeling on
the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) as self-punishment. But he didn't give her a kind look. He went into the inner room, grabbed her braid, slapped her several times, and
roared, "Why don't you beg for forgiveness?" She hurriedly pleaded in a soft voice, "I'm guilty, I'm the slut
Shi Qiaoxia, I beg for forgiveness from you, sir!" After saying this several times, her voice choked, and crystal tears
streamed . His rough hand landed heavily on her pink face again,
making an even crisper sound on her wet cheek. He loved the sound, so he often waited until she cried before hitting her.

"Crying? Are you wronged? Unjustly accused?"

"Oh!...Oh!..." Her pitiful groans were like a song, which was
why he loved hitting her.

"I'm not yielding! I'm filled with remorse! I'll change, I'll change..."

"Hmph! Real remorse or fake remorse? You're all talk! Get off the bed! Take off your underwear, lie face down on the stool, no crying, no
dodging! If you dodge, you'll get five more strokes; if you cry again, you'll get twenty more!" She rubbed her knees, which were numb from kneeling, got off
the bed, limped to the wall, first exposing her buttocks, then lay face down on the "spanking stool," which was actually a carpenter's
work stool. He took out the large bamboo strip from behind the door, which he had used for over two months; it was now very smooth,
with a dark, glossy surface. Because he sentenced her to eight hundred strokes a month, he needed at least twenty or thirty strokes a day
. This morning he only gave her ten strokes of the cane, because during her interrogation yesterday morning, he had already
left , and another stroke would easily break the skin and cause bleeding. He loved her smooth, round buttocks
and didn't want them to leave scars. Normally, if he were to beat her again, he would use
a rubber shoe sole to cover her buttocks, given the cane marks. But this time, she was sentenced to caning, so a shoe sole was out of the question. From the perspective of sound, he preferred
the cane. Even with less force, it was crisper and shinier than a shoe sole. But if he couldn't beat her until she involuntarily
jiggled her beautiful buttocks, causing her slender waist to undulate in waves, he wouldn't get visual pleasure. Tonight,
he planned to give her fifteen strokes. He was confident he had enough experience to make her hurt enough without damaging her
"slutty buttocks."

"You little slut, do you know your crime?" he shouted, imitating the air of an official, but as he approached her, he transformed into
a executioner.

"I know I'm guilty! I deserve to be beaten!" She shifted her body on the stool, pressing her bare abdomen and thighs against the surface
. Besides the sharp pain, her scalded genitals also triggered a strange twitching sensation. The large bamboo stick whistled as it landed
on her bare buttocks; each strike was painful. But having grown accustomed to the blows, she felt it wasn't beyond her
trained tolerance. However, she knew that even if the pain wasn't unbearable, she should still cry out pitifully
, adjusting the amplitude of her hip movements according to the intensity of the blows. Because in the past two months
, she had observed that he enjoyed beating her, mainly to enjoy her cries and struggles in unbearable pain;
he wasn't entirely sure how hard the beating had to be for her to react that way. She cried out in high and low voices,
her hips bobbing up and down intermittently, enduring the beating. Her buttocks and inner thighs were noticeably more red and swollen than when she had been beaten that morning. Only after
he gave the order to "pull up your pants" did she dare climb down from the stool, kneeling before him and kowtowing repeatedly,
saying in the words he had taught her, "Thank you for the punishment, Master. Qiaoxia will never dare to commit adultery again!"

Indeed, as she pulled up her pants, he noticed a pool of sticky,
foul-smelling vaginal fluid left on the stool from her vagina, a result of his frequent, two-month-long practice of forcing her to have sex immediately after spanking her
, and of spanking her again immediately after violent intercourse. Moreover, for the past two months, he had
forced her to have sex more than once a day, only the night before last when he punished her by making her kneel all night to "repent," and last night he tortured her until midnight, during which he
himself repeatedly felt his erect penis automatically ejaculate, making a mess of his crotch. She, however, had endured
all these punishments until now, rubbing her genitals against the rough stool, involuntarily releasing
the physiological secretions brimming in her sexual organs. But this discovery intensely stimulated his perverse lust, causing extreme
agitation within him. He needed to cruelly torture her to release his pent-up desires. He roared, "What is this? You filthy slut!
You say you'll never commit adultery again, but your ass is being spanked and your cunt is still oozing juice! You say you're repentant
? You're just asking for trouble!"

Seeing her "evidence," she trembled immediately, like a withered willow in the wind. She had only pulled her pants up
halfway when she hurriedly began kowtowing again.

"I deserve to die! I'm guilty! I deserve to die a thousand deaths! Please, Your Excellency, have mercy on Qiaoxia this time!"

A string of cruel plans flashed through his mind, but he wanted to eat and drink his fill before dealing with her. He
grabbed one of her long, glossy black braids and dragged her back to the stool. He yelled, "You little slut,
lick up the filth that's dripping from your stinking cunt! We'll see how Grandpa deals with you later!" She had no choice but to lick, licking very carefully. She licked every last drop of the sticky liquid from the grooves in
the wood grain. Only after she had pulled up her trousers did he order her to put the kang table on the kang
, set out the food, wine cups, and chopsticks for her. He checked the two-ounce steamed buns he had ordered her to make that morning
, counted them to make sure nothing was missing, took one from the basket, broke it into pieces, and threw it on the ground in front of the kang, saying, "You're
worse than a dog. From now on, you're only allowed to eat from the ground like a dog. If you touch it with your hands, you can forget about eating it!" She
obediently crawled on the ground, using her hands and knees to eat the pieces of steamed bun scattered in front of the kang.
She was starving and actually ate with relish. But she felt thirsty and pleaded, "Master, have mercy and give me a little water to drink!"
He replied, "Want some water? You slutty little bitch only deserve to drink piss! Pee and drink it yourself." He brought over an earthenware basin,
forced her to take off her shorts, and like a dog, propped one leg up and urinated into the basin. She had never urinated like this before,
and only managed a little before she couldn't urinate anymore. He then kicked her swollen, bare buttocks, knocking her aside, and
urinated into the basin himself, forcing her to drink it directly from the basin. He found it very amusing and was pleased with this new trick
. He then ordered her to pick up the remaining pieces of cornbread from the ground and soak them in the basin, then eat them with the piss.
He was overjoyed to hear her making slurping sounds like a dog eating. After she finished eating from the bowl and licked it clean,
he made her put on the bright red silk trousers she wore when she traveled from village to village performing, tied a white ribbon around the waist of her red jersey,
and tied a large white silk bow at the base of her braid. She was still wearing cloth shoes, dressed as a street performer, and made to serve
him food and drink.

He ate two large bowls of rice first, then slowly sipped his wine, demanding she sing him folk songs and
short excerpts, and even walk the runway and perform graceful movements. When he was pleased, he would call her to kneel before him,
offering her a bite of food with his chopsticks. After eating, she had to kowtow in gratitude. Once he had enjoyed himself, he would recline on the pile of blankets and smoke. She
would clean and wash the dishes, change back into the "prison uniform" he had prescribed, and kneel before the kang (heated brick bed) again, awaiting his "determination
. "

He drunkenly stared at her, finding her "prison uniform" unrecognizable as that of a criminal. He first ordered her to loosen
her braids , letting her hair down. Then he said, "You little slut, why are you still wearing pants? Tonight you'll be punished by taking them off and going
to jail!" She hurriedly pulled down her shorts again, and he carefully examined her genitals, hoping to find the
"slutty fluid" that had flowed out again, but this time there was none. He then examined her feet, considering whether it would be better for her to be barefoot or wearing shoes and socks
. He still thought white shoes were very sexy, but wearing these newly bought shoes didn't make her look like a criminal. He ordered her to take off her shoes and socks
, found a pair of worn black cloth shoes, and made her put them on. He made her kneel upright and begin to beg for forgiveness again, then went to the side annex to retrieve
the cangue he had made that morning and put it on her. This cangue weighed more than twenty pounds, and he had cut out the crotch area to handcuff her hands. He
deliberately made the opening very small, so that her wrists were tightly constricted after it was put on, causing her to cry out in pain. He
liked hearing her cries like that. He tightened the cangue and secured it with the crossbeam. He also affixed crisscrossing seals. He
made her sit on the floor by the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her back against the kang, so the back of the cangue extended onto the kang surface. He then told her to
straighten and bring her feet together. He took a large round log and placed it under her heels, then tied her ankles to
the log with hemp rope. She no longer had the strength to bend her legs. Because the cangue was heavy and her wrists were painfully clamped, she
couldn't hold it for long and had to rest the front edge on her knees and bend forward. She felt extremely uncomfortable sitting like this, her buttocks, which had just
been spanked were sore, her legs were so sore, and her hands and feet were becoming increasingly numb. The thought of sitting like this all night
brought tears to her eyes.

"You little slut! You're crying again?" He grabbed a newly bought cloth shoe and slapped her cheeks hard. "From now on, you'll sit like this
every night. If you keep crying and disturbing Grandpa's sleep, I'll add more punishment!" Her hands were
shackled, so she couldn't wipe away her tears. She could only plead, "I won't dare anymore! I won't dare again! Please have mercy, Grandpa!"

He lit a cigarette, admiring her disheveled hair, her two bare, fair and shapely legs, and her suffering appearance. His sexual
arousal reached its peak, his erect penis throbbing in his trousers, beginning to ejaculate. He felt a
peculiar pleasure. So he blew out the lamp, got on the kang (heated brick bed), and soon began to snore.

She sat there, feeling like she was being tortured. She had heard of a cruel torture called "sitting on the tiger bench," and although she
was sitting on the ground, she imagined herself being tortured on the "tiger bench." Hearing him sleeping so soundly, she dared to
groan softly a few times. The cool night air began to invade her bare legs and lower abdomen, making her even more miserable. However,
as her inner thighs rubbed together, she felt an increasingly intense sexual arousal.
The pressure of the newly placed wooden shackles on her bare neck and wrists, and the ropes binding her ankles on the large log, further stimulated
this uncontrollable sexual excitement. She moaned softly, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed from her vulva.
Later, she was so tired and sleepy that her head began to buzz, and her vision blurred. She didn't know if she was asleep
or unconscious; she finally lost consciousness.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she was awakened by excruciating pain. The kerosene lamp, relit, stung her drowsy
eyes . She realized he was only wearing underwear and was removing her shackles. "Is it dawn? Is it time for me to cook?" She was relieved
that she had finally survived a night in prison, but then she realized she was wrong. Because, although her feet were untied from the log
, they were now tied with long ropes, and her hands, freed from the shackles, which had caused
the sharp pain in her wrists, were immediately bound again with strips of cloth.

"You little slut, this time Grandpa will add another punishment for you, specifically to cure your cunt!"

It was probably midnight when she was spread apart, her two feet, clad in white Hercules shoes, were suspended in the air from
the beam , her buttocks off the ground. Her upper body remained on the ground. "Your cunt hasn't been penetrated by a cock for three days,
isn't it itchy? Don't you want to be fucked?" She didn't know what he wanted her to say, and after stammering, she finally said, "I dare not!
I will change!" He laughed and said, "You're being flirtatious again, aren't you? You've clearly shed some juice again, it's all over the floor!"
He then lifted her red blouse, exposing her two small, round breasts to the light, and
began to fondle them lewdly. Having just regained consciousness after enduring torture, she was initially unmoved by the physical stimulation
. This enraged him, and he roared, "You little slut! You're quite the actress! I'll teach you to play the innocent!"
"You're pretending to be a virtuous woman!" He rubbed her breasts even more violently, then used the sole of his tennis shoe to rub her
vulva . Poor thing, she had been tortured by him for so long that she had lost her normal physiological functions; however
, the stimulation mixed with pain made her sexually aroused relatively quickly. She began to pant, her cheeks flushed, her mons pubis hard, her labia majora
turning purple from engorgement, and her two thighs, hanging in the air, involuntarily squeezed and kicked. He stopped rubbing, staring at her delicate
belly trembling slightly in the flickering light, noticing her delicate nostrils begin to flutter, and said smugly,
"Little slut, you can't take it anymore, can you? Keep pretending!" He then slapped her flushed face with the sole of his shoe, making her appear even more beautiful.
Because he often slapped her cheeks during intercourse, she, already aroused, began
to moan , her genitals convulsing intensely, and fluid overflowing from between her parted labia. He gleefully examined
the "slutty fluid" she was expelling with his fingers, holding her "evidence" to her face for her to see and smell, and then interrogated her: "You son
of a bitch! Tell me, are you itching unbearably, wishing you could be fucked?" She helplessly replied, "I deserve to die!
I'm horny! I'll do whatever you want, sir!"

Not knowing how to please him, she suddenly pleaded, "Good brother, fuck me! I'd rather fuck you
to death , just don't torture me like this!" He laughed wildly, scolding her: "You want someone
to fuck you? Confessing? I'd rather not fuck you, I'll show you what a horny person you are!" "Saying this, he thrust a large cucumber, freshly picked from the garden,
into her sticky vagina.

As the prickly cucumber pierced her, she screamed in terror. She acutely felt the
pointed end of the cucumber pressing against her 'flower core,' and under his control, it began to rotate. She felt like she was dying from the pain!
She cried out repeatedly, 'Help! Spare me!' He, however, grinned maliciously, enjoying the sight of her nearly naked body struggling in
agony , finding it even more pleasurable than his own penetration. He imagined the cucumber as his
penis and 'fucked' her relentlessly, until he ejaculated a large amount of semen in his pants before stopping.

'Will you still be horny? Have you had enough of this treatment?'

'I can't take it anymore! I won't be horny again! Please, Grandpa, pull it out! Spare this little slave
!

' 'Nothing you say will work! Grandpa will treat you every day, so you'll never forget it!' " To intensify her sensations, he
didn't remove the cucumber immediately, but instead used the sole of his shoe to slap her bare
buttocks . *Smack!

* "Ouch, my goodness, have mercy on this little slave!"

*Smack!

* "Oh ho ho ho…! I can't resist anymore!"

Because her buttocks were being subjected to the familiar pain, and her vagina still contained the still-active foreign object,
under the control of her already perverted sexual psychology, the accumulated vaginal fluid gushed out again. It
trickled down her fair belly, flowing to her alluring navel, lingering for a moment, before flowing further down. He discovered this
new evidence of his crime, cursing this hypocritical "little slut," and continued slapping her "slutty buttocks." Of course, he didn't
know that this was actually the sin he himself had committed.

She, however, understood on her own and began to plead bitterly: "Grandpa! The more you hit my buttocks, the more I can't hold it in!
Please, Grandpa, stop hitting me! I'll change!" " From now on, my little sister will only have her dear brother in her heart . 　　No matter how much she flirts, she'll
only be with her dear brother." Whether her pleas had some effect or he'd had his fill, he finally stopped hitting her. But he still wouldn't remove the torture device from her vagina. He smoked again, stared at her for a while, then turned off the light and went back to bed. She was still hanging, and gradually drifted off to sleep. 　　Moonlight shone through the windowpane, illuminating her glistening, sweaty naked body. Her tattered black cloth shoes stood out starkly white in the darkness. Her body and limbs twitched occasionally, as if she were dreaming of some new torture. As dawn approached, she would begin her suffering again; she'd only endured one day of her month-long sentence! 　　The burning at the stake awaited her… The description isn't detailed enough; it feels disjointed and rambling. Yes, I also feel it's a mess, lacking organization. It's not well-written; I'll try harder next time. Beautiful! It's clear the author has a very delicate mind. "Beautiful things reside in the heart." The writing is well-structured, the characters are well-portrayed, and it also reveals the inner needs of men. It's not very well written, I can't quite find the right feeling, but thank you anyway. Thank you! After reading so many passionate stories in the city, it's good to see the inner world of the simple folks in remote rural areas. Please continue! The article is too short, but I still want to support the author. Keep it up! The article is very well written, the characters and events are clearly explained, and most importantly, it portrays the husband's perverse desire to abuse his wife and the wife's submission. It's a beautiful piece, it's just a pity it's too short.

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