[Ice Love][The Human Body Specimen of the Woman at Home]

The Women of the Family: A Human Specimen

Thinking back to when I was in junior high school, my older sister was also in junior high, fifteen years old, while I was fourteen. My mother
was thirty-two, a very voluptuous, sexy, and beautiful young woman. Our whole family was good-looking, mainly
because of my mother's beauty; we naturally benefited from her genes. My mother graduated from teachers' college
after I was born, just as the national examination system was reinstated. After graduation, she was assigned to the county's foreign trade
office, a relatively easy job. My mother was a good dancer, and with her 1.65-meter height, full breasts and a curvaceous figure,
she was extremely attractive to lustful men.

My older sister was also a recognized beauty, like a proud little princess. I, on the other hand, was
a boy ; no one liked me. I was always lonely, insecure, and often very sullen. My father was working on a construction project overseas,
only sending money back home. I'd almost forgotten what he looked like. We rented
two rooms from a tofu seller's family. The landlord was a hairy, rough, and rather unattractive man, almost forty, and still single. He
had a tofu shop with readily available water; there were even some sacks of soybean residue in the corner.

My mother was rather traditional, the shy type, but also very good at taking care of herself. Usually, when the landlord wasn't home,
he'd ask me to watch the front door while she went to the tofu shop to bathe. She'd first soak in the soybean milk pool, then
wash herself in a water vat—she really knew how to enjoy herself. Actually, she'd always done it that way since she was little; her family used to own a tofu shop
, so her skin was very soft and smooth. However, one summer day, something terrible happened. My mother was taking a bath as usual.
I was watching the front door, feeling a bit hot, and thought I'd go buy an ice cream—it wouldn't take much time, and surely
nothing happen—so I left.

I returned about ten minutes later and found my mother's underwear and bra still on the bed, but she
was nowhere to be seen. The landlord was there, along with an old scavenger, in his fifties, very ugly, covered in
black hair, reeking of a foul odor, with squinting eyes that gleamed menacingly, and rough, dry skin on his face,
though muscular, and a swollen genital. The landlord hastily tied up the sack of bean curd residue and loaded it onto the scavenger's cart
. Then the scavenger gave him some money and left.

Where was my mother? My sister and I were worried sick all night. My sister scolded me, slapped me twice,
saying I had ruined Mom's life, and cried my eyes out, even fainting several times. If we couldn't find Mom in a couple of days, we
'd have to report her missing to the police. That's what I thought. I asked my mother for a six-month unpaid leave, and my boss agreed
. A few days later, a scavenger came to our house. By then, my sister was already on the verge of a mental breakdown due to the shock.
The scavenger asked her if she could sell him some recyclables, offering a high price.

My sister asked what kind of things they collected, and the old scavenger said anything was fine. Thinking that my mother might not come back
, my sister sold him all of her mother's clothes and belongings. Because I was carrying so much stuff, I was sweating a lot, so I went to
the tofu shop to take a shower. When I came back, my sister was gone, and the old man was nowhere to be found. I thought my sister might have
gone to buy groceries, so I didn't think much of it. But two days passed, and I still hadn't seen my sister. I panicked. In this unfamiliar
little town , I was all alone and had no one to rely on. I could only go to the police station to report the crime, but they kicked me out, thinking I was joking. What kind of child goes to the police station
to report a crime? I was just playing them for fools.

I could only wander aimlessly, because I had no money, couldn't find my father's contact information, and my hometown was in a remote
town. So, I had to sell our belongings and deposit the money in the bank. I had a total of 50,000 RMB left.
I opened a bookstore next to a school on the street, and with the help of the principal, teachers, and classmates, I managed to make a living. One day, having
nothing to do, I went to play in the countryside. In the distance, I saw two scavenging houses, and my mother's underwear was hanging on a wire next to
them. I had sold it to her. I was curious and wanted to see what the old man wanted the underwear for.

I climbed the wall and looked into the room through the window. I saw a woman kneeling on the ground, wearing a torture hood,
completely naked, very fair and plump. Then the old man used two flesh hooks to pierce the woman's back and shoulder blades, and
locked the shoulder blades with chains. The woman's body twisted in pain, but her mouth was gagged and she couldn't speak. I
was furious and rushed into the room to stop the brutality. The old man glanced at me and said, "Ask her. She came to me on her own,
and I even saved her life, right?" The woman nodded. The old man happily said, "Even if I kill her, I
don't owe her anything."

I thought it made a lot of sense, so I said, "Can I rest here for a while and then leave?" He agreed. Soon it started raining heavily, and
I couldn't leave, so I had to stay the night. I shared many of my good things with the old man, who was very happy and
became especially friendly towards me. After all, I was young, so it was easy for him to talk to me, and he wasn't wary of me. The old man gave the woman some aphrodisiac
and some nutritious food, and the woman's pain subsided. The old man made her dance, and she danced very seductively. My little
penis started to swell. The old man was so happy that he wanted to adopt me
as his godson. I didn't want to, but I really wanted to sleep with that woman, so I agreed. The old man was also happy because he had something good to offer him.

The old man asked me what I wanted to do most, and I was embarrassed to say. I said, "Sexual sadomasochism. All men do that." The old man was very happy and
praised me, saying, "Like father, like son, it's true. Then you can play with her for one night." I told him I needed his guidance for the night, and the old man was
delighted . Then I removed her mask and found her eyes were covered. The old man said she had a bit of conjunctivitis and he'd already bought the best
medicine; she'd be better soon. I agreed, saying my voice was hoarse and I was taking medicine too. I hugged the pretty young woman and
thrust my huge penis forcefully into her wet vagina. The woman screamed. My godfather said I'd inserted my penis in the wrong place, into her urethra.
I didn't care; I just kept inserting it into her urethra. The woman convulsed and screamed horribly. The woman's pain was my satisfaction.

I dragged my bleeding penis into sleep. When I woke up, the woman was still asleep. I realized she looked a lot like
someone I knew, but I couldn't remember her; her eyes were covered, so I couldn't recognize her. Around noon, the woman woke up, her complexion
had , and she was fed. The old man and I began our torture. We pierced her ears,
nose, tongue, and nipples from head to toe, put six hooks on her back, two on her buttocks,
two on her inner thighs, and locked her genitals. The woman fainted several times from the pain, and each time I urinated on her to wake her up. However,
she was well-nourished, and the semen had gone into her mouth, replenishing her strength.

I applied hemostatic medicine and gave her a tetanus shot, and she slept peacefully. Over the next few days, we
removed the piercings and hooks, plucked her pubic hair, dyed it golden, twisted it into ropes, threaded them through the piercings in her flesh
, and tied them with beautiful bows. As the woman's health improved, my lust arose, and I repeatedly...
She was in agony, biting my penis and calling for me. Later, her eyes recovered, and we removed her
blindfold . Good heavens, it was Mom! Mom was also surprised and ashamed that her son was the one who penetrated her every day. How did Mom end
up here?

It turned out that someone had come in while Mom was taking a bath, and she had to hide in a burlap sack filled with tofu dregs. Later, she
was taken back to the old man's house.
When , the old man saved her, but on the condition that she become his sex slave, subject to lifelong abuse until death.
Later, the old man decided to make Mom work as a prostitute to earn money. I didn't say anything, but Mom wasn't willing. The old man beat
her every day and tied her to the underpass at night, where beggars would gang rape her. Eventually, Mom became indifferent.

But one time, something still happened to my mother. I went to the garbage dump and retrieved her naked body. A dog
was biting her nipple. Her body was covered in cuts from shards of glass, there were marks from stockings on her neck,
and bite marks on her body. Thick blood and semen were flowing from her vagina, blood was seeping from her head, and her pubic hairs had
been pulled out, follicles and all. There were also deep knife wounds on her vagina. Her eyes were rolled back, her tongue was sticking out of her mouth, and
white foam . It was a painful death. A cigarette butt was stuck in her anus.

It turned out that the people who had assaulted my mother that day were a group of recently released hardened criminals who had never seen a woman before. They just happened to run into my mother that day.
They had penetrated her thousands of times, but they weren't satisfied. They wanted to rape and kill her to find excitement. They
plucked out her pubic hairs one by one, hit her head hard with a bottle, and pierced her skin with shards of glass. My mother was in excruciating pain
, and they laughed with satisfaction. They slowly strangled my mother with stockings. She started foaming at the mouth, and her tongue
stiffened.

After my mother died, her body was kept at the police station. An officer inserted a cigarette butt into her anus, and
later fearing the naked corpse would decompose, they had it dumped in the wilderness. After cleaning her body, I applied
hemostatic ointment, but my mother felt no pain in heaven. Later, a corpse exhibition organization wanted my mother's beautiful corpse; they had
zombie erotic dances, and my mother was quite suitable. Even as a ghost, she was still amorous; her corpse was infected with a poison, and she had sex with living people every day. I
worked odd jobs at that organization.

I cleaned the corpse and took good care of my mother, giving her soy milk baths, fumigating her body for preservation, injecting
drugs , and applying lubricant. Thousands of people have already penetrated my mother's beautiful corpse. My mother didn't earn much money while alive, but she's very
valuable after death. I got a promotion and a raise because of my outstanding work. A notorious criminal gang leader, a police officer, and my landlord all frequently raped
my mother's corpse, penetrating her vagina. The gang leader said, "If you're alive, I'll kill you; if you're dead, I'll
necrophilia you." I could feel my mother's corpse was terrified of the criminals, as if it were begging for mercy.

The police officer, under the pretext of investigating a case, temporarily borrowed my mother's corpse at the police station. I was responsible for cleaning the corpse,
but my mother was penetrated 24 hours a day at the police station. She was a prostitute in life and still is in death. Later, a monk at a temple
received a donation of my mother's corpse, and she received better care. My mother was transformed into Guanyin, and many high-ranking officials burned incense and then
raped her corpse. Then one day, my mother's corpse disappeared. I left the temple and returned to my hometown, where I ran into an old
scavenger . He was with my sister, and they were married. My sister's entire body was covered in pubic hair,
with chains on her ankles and shoulder blades. Four chains were attached to my sister, and her vagina was locked.

We ate together; the food was a braised baby, and the old man kept praising how delicious it was. Now I was all alone,
no more worries. To get revenge on the landlord, I sneaked into the room under the bed and saw the woman being whipped by the male landlord with a barbed whip
. The woman screamed and howled, blood dripping from the bed onto my hands, face, and clothes. I was terrified. The woman's
cries became hoarse, she convulsed in pain, and gradually her breath faded. Then the male landlord placed the woman under the bed and
began to penetrate her buttocks. The woman's head was facing me, and I finally realized it was my mother—she was still alive.

It turned out that my mother had been strangled, resulting in bruising in her chest. The oxygen in the medication ensured that her cells received
the minimum necessary nourishment, and after the bruising subsided, she came back to life. The male landlord ejaculated and went to bed. I quietly carried
my mother away. On the way, I was caught red-handed by two security guards, who mistakenly thought I had raped and abused her. I
said it was the male landlord who had abused her. The security guards called the male landlord over, and he produced my mother's marriage certificate. I went
to jail . My mother, who was in a coma, was taken away by the male landlord, but I later managed to get myself released for 50,000 yuan. I went to
check with the landlord, but my mother wasn't there either.

Where did she go? I thought of my sister again. Where was she? One day, I was wandering around the small town when I suddenly spotted
the luxury car of a notorious convict boss. He was really something else; he'd only been out of prison a few years ago and was already incredibly rich. I wanted to see how he got rich
and maybe get revenge for his rape and murder of my mother. His car quickly drove into a mountain village on the outskirts of the city. This place was a detention center
for female prisoners , as well as some women's charities, including a women's welfare home, a mental hospital, a gynecological
rehabilitation center, a mental health counseling center, a women's career and dating agency, and even a crematorium. I
couldn't believe the boss would run a charity. Just then, I lost track of him and happened to run into two security guards. What were they doing?
I followed them and saw them enter the gynecological rehabilitation center. They said to a young girl, "You're recovered; it's time for us to go."

I realized the girl was indeed my sister. Then my sister was taken away in a car. I couldn't follow, so I sneaked into the rehabilitation
center to find out what was going on. It turned out that when the old man was having sex with my sister, she had a seizure. The police officers mistakenly entered and thought the old man
had raped and murdered her, so they killed him on
the spot and sent my sister to a gynecological rehabilitation center for treatment until she recovered. I went to find the security guards, gave them some money, and inquired about my sister. They said they had sent her to her stepfather's place. I immediately understood that it was
the male landlord who was behind this, but the landlord had disappeared...

I thought the problem might also lie with the security guards. I followed them and found that they often went to the welfare home, so I climbed over
the wall and went into the most secluded courtyard. Inside were my two aunts and three
cousins, an aunt, an aunt-in-law, and two older cousins. They were all beautiful, as are all the women in my family. My aunt is
thirty-six years old; the others are all younger than my mother. It turns out that when they came to our house for the Lunar New Year reunion,
they were all lured away by the landlord. The men in the house were all killed, and they were forced into sexual slavery by the landlord. Later, the landlord offended the boss and
ran away, and they were taken in by him.

Then my two aunts were taken away. My second aunt was taken to a small room where the boss was. The boss grabbed my aunt's
hair and slammed her head against the wall, causing her to bleed profusely. Then the boss ripped off my aunt's clothes and
violently penetrated her. He also shoved a soda bottle into my aunt's mouth, pulled her hair, and slammed her head against the ground repeatedly.
The eldest brother inserted his penis into his aunt's vagina, then took a scalpel and cut off her nipples. His aunt screamed and howled in
agony before he ejaculated inside her. The eldest brother then examined his
aunt anus.

Simultaneously, he took a knife and began peeling off her fair skin from the ceiling.
He hadn't ejaculated by the time he reached her buttocks, so to avoid hindering the peeling, he pulled out his penis first. After peeling
the skin from her buttocks, he inserted it back into the bloody, mangled flesh, smearing his semen on her grayish-white skull.
Then the eldest brother touched the beautiful skin and laughed, thinking he had both a woman to have sex with and the skin to sell for a high price. Meanwhile, his third aunt was being penetrated from both ends by two security guards
outside .

Then the eldest brother emerged, still unsatisfied. He padded his third aunt's vagina high, stuffed his second aunt's underwear into
her anus, pushing it straight to her cervix. To prevent her from screaming, he shoved his second aunt's genitals into her mouth. The third aunt
writhed in pain, and the eldest brother, aroused, inserted his large penis into her vagina and began to fuck her. He then lifted her body and placed her on
a heavy, fragrant wooden board. He fucked her wildly, using steel nails to pin her shoulder blades to the board, forcing her
to hold her head with her hands. The nails were driven into the board from her forehead along with her hands. The eldest brother ejaculated with satisfaction, his
semen seeping into her brain. He then pressed her feet against the board as well, and injected her body with preservatives and fixatives,
turning her into a specimen of a beautiful young woman, posing her in a position of welcoming penetration.

Later, I asked two security guards to buy the body. I also made my second aunt into a "beautiful woman" specimen. I smeared semen on
the ceiling and inside her vagina, and used the same fragrant wood to fix her skinless skeleton,
head down, with her anus facing us, posing her as a voluptuous woman. After having two specimens, I invited
the head of the corpse exhibition organization to examine them. He greatly admired my creativity and marveled at my talent. He immediately appointed me as the director of the "Aesthetic and
Alternative Human Specimen Organization," providing me with a private suburban suite, extremely secluded, and fully equipped. I
placed the two specimens in the collection room, thinking that there would be more and better ones in the future.

One day, the organization's liaison asked me to select samples. They required me to select all the samples they collected. I went, and the corpses were all
of poor quality; I was extremely dissatisfied. At this point, the liaison officer, trying to ingratiate himself, said there was another source of corpses, but the woman wasn't dead yet and we'd have to wait
a while. I said I'd check first, and he actually led me to the tofu shop. There, I saw my mother lying on a
cold , nail-studded wooden board, her eyes wide open. Nails were embedded in her flesh,
bamboo skewers were stuck between her fingers, and her palms were pierced and screwed in. Blood was gushing from her mouth.

Two fleshy hooks hung from her breasts, and leeches clung greedily to her white skin. Thick semen flowed from
my mother 's vagina, and her beautiful legs were covered in
bloody cuts from a steel brush. Her little feet were scalded raw.

I asked what had happened, and he said that one night, a man carried a bloodied and mangled woman
home . He thought the woman was dead, and that we had a source of corpses to use as specimens, so he followed her. The man vented his lust on the woman until dawn,
then gave her an enema to expel waste and washed her with soy milk water. The woman's beautiful face was revealed, her skin as white and tender
as a lotus emerging from water. The man placed her naked in a steamer, poured some wine into her mouth, sprinkled chestnut flour on her body,
put a scraped pear in her mouth, inserted a scraped yam into her vagina, and a ginseng root into her anus. Then he started to steam her
.

The temperature in the room began to rise, the flames licking the bottom of the pot. Seeing that the woman was almost cooked, the man excitedly went to find wine
to eat human flesh. I carried the woman out; it was my professional duty. Making her into a specimen would be valuable,
not a delicacy. The man was very disappointed at losing his meal. Later, the man wanted to sell the house. It turned out he
had gotten involved with another beautiful girl. He kept a close eye on her; I couldn't steal her. He used the same methods I used
on girls. The girl was so pitiful; all the toys were left by the man. Everything I did was learned from him
—truly exciting and romantic.

Later, I bought the house, and he took the girl to a lewd and violent resort to enjoy even more brutal sadistic desires.
Alas, it seems my sister is doomed; she can't escape this fate. My mother's breathing gradually stopped. I blindfolded her,
intending to create my most perfect anatomical specimen, showcasing her true sexual artistic value and contributing to my
monumental achievement. My mother's naked body was dragged to my workbench. I
removed the flesh hooks, screws, and leeches from her body.

I gave her a bath in soy milk, applied some lubricant, and, seeing her alluring demeanor, I couldn't resist
kissing , exhaling large gulps of air into her throat while simultaneously pressing down on her breasts and thrusting my penis
inside her. This continued for about an hour until my semen shot into her lubricated vagina. It flowed directly into
her uterus seemingly to induce conception; if my mother were alive, she would surely have given birth to a beautiful little girl.

Suddenly, I wanted to observe the corpse's stress response, so I injected her with a pacemaker and applied
an electric current . After a while, my mother coughed, her chest rose and fell, her face became rosy, and her breath became sweet—miraculously,
she came back to life. Later I understood. Leeches were truly amazing; they saved my mother's life. They were indeed a miraculous medicine. Afterward,
I sent my mother to a women's rehabilitation center, and I went to the crematorium alone to find cadaver material for specimens. The crematorium owner treated me
warmly , after all, I was their cash cow. I made it very clear to the owner that the cadaver material had to be the best, and
price was not an issue.

The owner said, "You've come just in time. We just brought in three beautiful corpses, all of them young girls." I went into the morgue
and immediately saw that they were all naked corpses of my cousins. The bodies were gruesome. My older cousin had been made into cured meat,
with an iron hook around her neck, her body hanging upside down, her head looking down at her vulva, her legs bent and wrapped around her head, her hands spreading her vulva open
—a beautiful pose like Chang'e exploring the moon. The fleshy naked body was oozing butter, which immediately aroused my appetite.

My second cousin was in a half-squatting position, her two pink legs facing forward. One end of the steel pipe
was propped up at an angle behind her, while the other end was inserted into her beautiful buttocks, piercing her small mouth. Her fragrant tongue was still licking the steel pipe wall. A straw was inserted into the top of her head, and her brain matter had been sucked out,
sticking to the steel pipe and solidifying into the shape of a white lotus flower. The skin on her breasts had been peeled off, revealing plump
, white fat globules with bloodstains. Her tender chest and abdomen were cut open and pulled to the sides, her internal organs removed. The cavity was pomegranate red and
dried , and pearls, agates, and colorful fluorescent lights were adorned on the flesh walls. When electrified, they shimmered with iridescent colors.

Her labia were pulled to the sides by hooks, and a star-shaped pattern drawn with colorful metal wires was threaded through her vagina. When electrified
, the pink, tender flesh inside the vagina could be clearly seen, which was quite beautiful, truly a celestial cave. My younger cousin was lying face down on a...
In the large jade plate, the body was riddled with five-colored metal arrows, its throat slit open, the opening teeming with
various hairs and filled with semen. The flesh was steamed, a meat fork inserted into its anus,
honey flowing from its vagina, the flesh filled with nitrogen, fluffy and soft, coated with white human milk cream,
incredibly smooth. Several straws were pierced into the jade-like body, the marrow sucked out, and four chopsticks were inserted into its breasts.

I truly admired the boss's exquisite technique. After paying to collect the body, I left, placing it in the preservation
room for proper embalming. I imagined it was time to see my mother. I went to the health center to look for her, but she was gone.
On the bed lay her blood-stained underwear, stained with semen and coarse pubic hair. The doctor was baffled as to where Mom went,
and seemed very apologetic. They only found out that a patient's family member who was being discharged today had, two days prior,
seeing Mom was alone, had hatched a wicked plan. They gagged her at night and gang-raped her in bed all night.

Then, Mom went out wearing only a nightgown without underwear to find a place to shower, but she never returned. The shower room
is only open once a week, so there should be water; the toilet couldn't be without water. Where could it be?
I had no choice but to give up. Later, I found out where the boss was and visited him with a gift. He was sulking, head down
. I told him I admired his exquisite skills with women, and he was excited, telling me he was honored that
the head of thought so highly of him.

However, recently, the bearded man from the tofu shop stole several of his beautiful women, and he was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
As for my hiring him for creative human specimen projects, he happily agreed. Then I went to the interrogation room to see if I
could find any body material, but the female prisoners there were treated quite well. According to regulations, the penalty for each death was 100,000 yuan, and the female
prisoners lived better lives than the police officers. Therefore, I had to find another way out. Now I could only try my luck at the rehabilitation center.
After explaining my purpose to the director, I presented him with a generous gift, but he politely declined, shaking his head helplessly.

His wife, about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, sexy and charming, greeted me with a smile, saying, "How could I refuse
them They are all respectable people. Have you forgotten who it was a few days ago?" Oh, the director began to recall this. Three
nights ago, I went to find a missing patient, but I found a beautiful woman in pajamas near the side entrance of the hospital, looking around absentmindedly. I went up to her and asked, "This is a hospital. I'm a doctor. Our hospital has regulations prohibiting people from moving around at night." She looked at me trustingly and said shyly, "I want to take a shower." 　　The hospital conditions are poor; there's not even a place to shower. My mother, being quite clean, even wanted to take a soy milk bath. I said, "That's easy, let's go to my lab." My mother timidly agreed. The dean's lab was abandoned; he didn't come very often, but when he had a research project, he would stay for weeks at a time, so the facilities were quite complete. The dean led my mother into a large bathtub, rinsed her a few times, then filled the tub. My mother sprinkled soy milk powder into the tub, and after the soy milk had dissolved, he locked the door and started bathing. My mother enjoyed the bath very much. 　　This bathhouse is wonderful. Mom closed her eyes, rubbing her soft skin. The director was peeking outside, unaware that Mom was watching. The director, nearly forty, short and stocky, often took aphrodisiacs and was very lustful. He noticed Mom wasn't wearing underwear and became excited. "What a slut! This is going to be good!" he thought. He cut the power. Mom, terrified in the darkness , quickly dressed and went to open the door. The director was waiting naked at the door. Mom said she was very scared. The director turned on the light, and the lower half of Mom's nightgown was gone. 　　It turned out the director's razor blade technique was excellent; in the dark, he ripped Mom's nightgown in two. Mom's genitals were exposed. The director said, "Neither of us are wearing underwear." Mom was embarrassed and shyly tried to hide. The director missed her, and Mom instantly ran away and disappeared. The director had no choice but to lock the door. "The woman might still be inside," he said. " Let's go look for her," Mom thought, "but there's no sign of her anywhere. It's really strange." He had to give up. 　　A few months later, the dean's wife ran into me on the street. I asked her to take me to the morgue so I could find some body samples, and she agreed . A one-eyed, withered old man in his sixties came out, his white beard covered in sparse, wispy hairs, stained with blood—he was definitely working on a female corpse. I thought of a way to get his help. I said I wanted body samples like the dean's wife's. The old man said I needed a sample first. I gave the beautiful woman a wad of cash, asking her to pretend to be a specimen and let me demonstrate the steps of specimen preparation so the old man could help me choose body samples. The beautiful woman, not wanting to offend me, reluctantly agreed . 　　The old man prepared all the materials. I applied adhesive to her eyes, since corpses usually have closed eyes, and then quietly handed her over to the old man to handle. He stripped her completely naked. The beautiful woman became shy yet alluring. The old man applied some cream to her body with his withered hands and rubbed it. Her breasts swelled up like large steamed buns, and her vagina was flowing with lustful fluid. The old man skillfully inserted his hand into her vagina and began thrusting, causing her fluid to spurt everywhere. The beautiful woman cried out in lust. The old inserted his penis into her mouth, and the beautiful woman licked it with her fragrant tongue. The old man felt incredibly good and ejaculated. 　　The old man took out a knife and severed her Achilles tendons. The woman screamed and fainted. The old man put shackles around her neck and held them by her hands, then smiled excitedly at me. I said, "Now you should tell me some secrets, right?" The old man reminisced, saying that a few months ago, one night while he was sleeping, he suddenly noticed the wooden planks at the entrance of the underpass being pushed open, and a naked woman crawled out. He grabbed a sheet, approached her, and covered her under the sheet. He then tied her up, shackled her feet, and released her. When he bathed her with ice water, he noticed white discharge from her vagina, which he felt indicated she was at her prime fertile. 　　That night, she ejaculated five times inside him. He then sewed her vagina shut with red-hot wire to facilitate conception. He also pierced her breasts and buttocks with many long, thin, red-hot wires, causing her to scream in pain. Later, he applied some medicine to her, and she sucked on his aging penis, falling into a sweet sleep. After that, I beat her mercilessly, leaving her covered in bruises and dark circles under her eyes. She looked terrified whenever she saw me, shrinking back into the corner, pitiful and submissive . Every day, she would lick my withered body with her tongue, and even put my penis inside her vagina herself, thrusting in and out. She gradually became accustomed to being my sex slave. 　　But this didn't last long. The hospital director came and forcibly took her away. He said he was only venting his anger today and wanted the director's wife to pay off the debt. Saying this, he grabbed the director's wife's hair and urinated on her until she woke up. The old man ordered her to lick his anus. She tried to escape in fear, but the old man picked up a needle and inserted it directly into her breast. The director's wife throbbed in pain, obediently licking his anus.

The old man defecated in the woman's mouth and forced her to swallow it. He had finally found a sex slave.

I began to sneak into the dean's laboratory. The dean was not there. It was quiet, dark, and terrifying.
There were three corpses on the cadaver table. I turned on the light and found two naked corpses. Upon closer inspection, I was shocked to discover that they were
my aunt and aunt-in-law. My aunt was young and beautiful. She had married two years ago and had no children yet. Her beautiful body was placed
in a glass tank filled with a clear liquid, head down, in a swimming position, facing me sideways. The upper half of her
fair skin had been peeled off, and the lower half had been divided into two sections. Slightly above, scarlet flesh was exposed. At the bottom,
the pink flesh had been removed, revealing the grayish-white bones. The shoulder blades, ribs, leg bones, and toe bones were clearly
visible from the side.

The upper part is divided into two sections. The tender meat in the uppermost section is roasted to a reddish-brown color, greasy and slippery, dripping with oil.
The entire middle section is white and tender skin, with its plump anus removed. A charred infant is still attached to the umbilical cord.
The infant is wearing pants made from skin peeled from the aunt's left pink buttocks, and is blowing
a trumpet . The infant's internal organs have been removed and stuffed into bloody, milky fat globules made from the removed part of its breast.
The craftsmanship is truly remarkable, with layers arranged in a harmonious and striking contrast. The aunt's beautiful Dong body.

My aunt was thirty-six years old. She was 1.85 meters tall, with a full figure, fair skin, and a
sturdy . Most men paled in comparison, which made her feel quite inferior. Fortunately, she married my tall uncle and
had a beautiful, pure-looking cousin. My cousin wasn't very tall, only 1.6 meters, a bit thin but very slender and beautiful.
When my aunt died, her expression was one of great pain. She bit her hair tightly with her pearly teeth, her facial muscles were tense, her mouth was wide open in fear, and
her beautiful were wide open in terror.

My aunt's body was spread out in a spread-eagle position, her hands, feet, and head all fixed to steel rings with
silver springs running through her delicate body. Her body was covered in clear, scalding honey-like fluid, which had been poured over
her while she was still alive. Her internal organs had all been removed, and I could vaguely feel something inside
. When I touched it, I felt the liquid and smelled it; it was semen. I shone a spotlight on her and, to my surprise, discovered
it was my cousin. My cousin was lying comfortably in her home before she was born, head down, buttocks up, her beautiful legs
bent to the sides and lower back, her tender vulva tempting me. Her pure and delicate pink face smiled at me, and she was swallowing
a baby's nipple, half of its calf protruding from its teeth. The baby's umbilical cord had been pulled from its own vulva. My cousin's body had also been dissected; all
her internal organs were gone, and her youthful body contained her mother's placenta.

Just then, the director came in. I hid. He excitedly walked to the corpse and
began , marveling at its exquisite artistry. At that moment, I stepped out and exclaimed, "I'm here uninvited!
The director must be annoyed!" The director was indeed angry, glaring at me but remaining silent. I said, "Can you sell me
everything here? Money is no problem." The director gave me a disgusted look. My heart sank. I had to use my trump card: "
I'll trade you the whereabouts of your wife. You can't spend your life with a corpse, can you?" He had no choice. I smiled knowingly
. I had everything.

I returned the specimens to my storage room, thinking to myself that the tofu shop owner was truly an art master. I
had to hire him as a consultant for my specimen collection. I found the landlord through the organization's liaison. He was quite frightened when he saw me
. After I explained my purpose, he was very happy and willing to serve me. After I mentioned my sister, he said
he didn't know her whereabouts either. It turned out that after he stole back his three original women, he couldn't find his sister. I had inquired with
the director , but I hadn't seen my mother either. Where were they? I invited the eldest brother and the landlord to a dinner party
and presented them with employment contracts. We drank heartily until the afternoon. We admired
the beautiful specimens in the storage room with great interest, admiring each other's masterpieces. We became more united and strengthened our
confidence in the future of the organization.

The director was very happy to find her woman and invited me to the dinner party. I gladly went. The director's wife was still
somewhat mentally unstable due to abuse, appearing timid and fearful. However, thankfully, the female psychiatric director personally treated her
. I noticed that the psychiatric director's gray beard was covered with various kinds of pubic hair, indicating that she must have had
many . When the four of us ate together, we drank some wine, and everyone felt quite tipsy. The mental hospital director said with a
lingering , "Do you remember when we went hunting?"

We had invited the head of the shelter to come along because of business. He was a recently released hardened criminal,
and he brought along two of his accomplices who worked as security guards. After catching a lot of prey, we reached the outskirts of the mountain village and
found two scavenging mud houses. Thinking we could cook the game there, we went inside. Only
a beautiful young woman was home. The eldest brother grabbed her hair and asked, "Where's your family?" The young woman,
terrified, burst into tears and said, "We're waiting for my brother to come back," clutching a photograph—a family portrait of the three of them.

The eldest brother, extremely impatient, grabbed the beautiful girl's fair neck, pulled off her clothes, and shoved his penis
between her pearly teeth, thrusting violently. White foam rose from her mouth, and soon he ejaculated,
the thick semen spraying onto her delicate face. He then made her hold his thick, dark penis in her alabaster hands and
lick it clean with her fragrant tongue. He then stripped her naked, wrapped her snow-white, tender body in his arms, and
carried her to bed. Afterwards, the rest of us cooked for him.

Later, we put the naked woman in a cage and brought her to my lab as experimental subjects. The first experiment
was a freezing experiment. The beautiful girl's feet were placed in a container at -70 degrees Celsius. When they were removed, she felt nothing
. We then scalded them with boiling water, but she didn't experience any itching. We discovered that the foot cells were dead; her
smooth little feet were numb, swollen, and purplish-black. We then soaked them in hot water and peeled off the skin.

The second experiment was a "sad experiment." We placed leeches carrying the virus on her tender, white calves. The beautiful woman's
skin began to ulcerate and itch, and she developed a fever, her face turning bright red. She cried out, "Brother, I want it,
give it to me, fuck me to death!" She was quite slutty. The five of us gang-raped her twenty times, letting her die from lust, which
was a fair reward for him. After being satisfied, the woman became even more alluring and seductive. Later, after applying a white ointment to her calves,
her symptoms subsided, and the skin peeled off, revealing brownish-red scars.

The third experiment was a muscle atrophy experiment. We first injected a blocking agent into her groin to sever the physiological connection between her legs and
upper body . Then, we injected a muscle atrophy agent into her plump thighs, and the muscles in her legs began to harden.
The spasms began, and the volume started to shrink. The fourth experiment was the plague experiment. We inserted
several white mice infected with the plague into the beautiful woman's anus. The woman screamed in agony, "Brother, save me! Save me! I can't live anymore!" She writhed in
pain blood seeping from her gums, her fingernails grinding flat on the floor, sweat pouring down her body, her hair
standing on end. She convulsed a few times and then suddenly died.

To wake her up, the five of us performed oral sex on her sexy little mouth. We ejaculated countless
times, but she still didn't wake up. We had to force-feed her urine, and she finally woke up. Later, the woman's plague symptoms were
: severe chest pain, cough, expectoration of large amounts of frothy bloody sputum or bright red sputum; rapid breathing, which quickly progressed to
dyspnea and cyanosis; and a small number of scattered moist rales and pleural friction rubs could be heard in the lungs.

The fourth experiment was an abortion experiment. We inserted a funnel into her vagina, and then the boss used steel pliers to clamp the
fetus and pierce it with a steel rod. He repeatedly twisted and pierced the fetus until he finally lost patience,
clamped the fetus tightly, and pulled it out. Fresh blood gushed from her vagina. At the same time,
blood flowed from her mouth and nostrils, and pus and blood oozed from her anus. Her eyes were bloodshot and vacant; she was truly bleeding from all seven orifices,
a dazzling display of blood.

The fifth experiment was a syphilis experiment. The boss implanted tertiary
syphilis . Before long,
colorful fleshy mushrooms—purple, blue, and dark red—greatly appeared on the polyps in her vagina, on her labia, in her throat, on her tongue, in her anus, and in her rectum.

The sixth experiment was a skin varicella virus infection experiment. The varicella virus was injected into the breast, and soon, white blisters appeared all over the beautiful woman's
body . The eldest brother picked up gauze and rubbed the blisters away. The beautiful woman whimpered in pain,
barely breathing, her body trembling slightly, her muscles spasming, and she murmured, "Brother, hold me, it's so cold, it's
so cold ."

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