The woman between the bandits

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This happened in August 2000, I forget the exact date. It took place on a minibus from the city back to the county seat. My mother was teaching math at the county's No. 2 Middle School at the time, and the city's education bureau organized a training program for a group of teachers during the summer vacation. No. 2 Middle School selected my mother and Mr. Xi, a history teacher. My mother was 42 years old then, and Mr. Xi was a bit older; I specifically asked my mother again to confirm, and Mr. Xi was probably 44.

I was 14 years old then, on summer vacation, and I went to the city with my mother for a few days. Since my mother didn't stay in the assigned dormitory but at my aunt's house, she could bring me along.

The training lasted only seven days. On the second day after the training, I spent the morning shopping with my mother and Mr. Xi, and we didn't return to the county seat until 1 p.m. One rather strange thing that happened that day only came to mind afterward: there were about fifteen or sixteen people on the bus, but only my mother and Teacher Xi were women. After the bus left the station, it picked up two more women, saying they were also going to the county town, but for some reason, they got off near a village.

The county town is more than seventy kilometers from the city. The old bus from 1999 didn't have air conditioning, and it was the hottest part of the afternoon, so even with the windows open, it was unbearably hot inside. I sat in the middle of the bus near the window, while my mother and Teacher Xi sat in the long row at the back. The bus moved very slowly, and when we reached a section of mountain road, it struggled even more. The sunlight outside was blindingly white, and the hot wind whipped up dust that stung our throats.

Just as I was about to close the window, I suddenly saw two motorcycles pass by outside. Each motorcycle had two young men on it, shirtless, with half their bodies covered in dark blue tattoos. They passed the bus and stopped a short distance away. Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, and everyone lurched forward. Those who had been sleeping with their eyes closed were instantly awakened.

The driver, looking terrified, turned around and said, "Everyone, when they get on, give them whatever they want. Don't say anything else, and don't move. Your lives are the priority."

Just then, there was a clanging sound. I looked and saw the four men had reached the car door; a bald man was banging on it with a machete. The driver quickly opened the door. The four men got on, and then I heard a scream from behind. I turned around and saw my mother and Teacher Xi, terrified, huddled together.

The robbers, however, seemed used to it and didn't seem to care. The bald man brandished his knife around the bus, saying, "Take whatever you have. Do it yourself. If we find it, don't blame us brothers for being ruthless."

Although all the dozen or so passengers were men, none dared to resist. They quickly emptied their pockets. The bald man, knife in hand, slowly walked from the door to the back of the bus, his henchmen following behind, taking money and valuables from the passengers and stuffing them into a bag. One man hadn't taken off his watch when paying, and the robber noticed. "Watch," the robber said.

The man hesitated, and one of the robbers kicked him in the stomach. The man immediately clutched his stomach and slumped into his seat. The robber then struck him twice on the head with the knife handle, causing him to bleed profusely. Only then did the robber remove the watch and throw it into the bag. He then went to collect money from others. This time, people were much more willing to pay. The

bald man didn't even glance back.

When the bald man reached the back, the robbers walked right up to me. I was terrified. The robber who had hit me earlier glared at me and said, "Kid, hand over your money."

I was too scared to speak. He probably saw I was a child and didn't bother me too much. He reached out and pulled my earphones and Walkman from my pocket, throwing them into his bag. A few coins fell out of my pocket with the Walkman, but he ignored them.

I looked back at my mom and Teacher Xi; they were also pale with fright. They took out all their money and watches, and even picked up the things they had bought that were on the floor and handed them to the robbers. By this point, the robbers had robbed everyone on the bus. The robber with the bag showed it to the bald man. The bald man rummaged through it, his expression not very satisfied. He said, "Is that all? Search again."

So the three robbers searched the passengers. Everyone obediently raised their hands, and the robbers searched them thoroughly, even their shoes and socks, but they still found nothing.

Seeing that he couldn't find anything, the bald man looked disappointed and cursed, "Fuck your mothers, this whole carload of paupers."

Actually, thinking back on it later, I realized that the money I saw put in the bag was at least a thousand yuan, plus five or six watches, which was quite a lot back then. But it was probably far from what the robbers wanted. The robber who had been hitting people also peeked into the bag and said, "This isn't even enough to pay for a prostitute."

The robber carrying the bag asked the bald man, "Brother, what do we do?"

The bald man glared at them and said, "What's wrong? Did your ball go up again? There are two more in the back, go for it!"

The bald man was probably just trying to provoke them, but unexpectedly, the robber who had hit people glanced at my mother and Teacher Xi, thought for a moment, and suddenly walked directly towards them, saying as he walked, "Yeah, that's right, this is fucking good for you, it'll help you cool down and change your luck." Then the other two followed him to the back of the car, while the bald man was stunned.

Actually, it's not fair to call them monstrous; they didn't even spare my mother and Ms. Xi, both in their forties. It's because my mother and Ms. Xi are actually quite attractive; they both have thin eyebrows and small eyes, wear thin-rimmed glasses, and are both quite fair-skinned.

Back in school, students, parents, and teachers all said my mother and Ms. Xi looked quiet and refined.

The difference is that my mother has a round face and short hair, while Ms. Xi has an oval face and long, curly hair.

My mother is 1.61 meters tall and weighs over 130 pounds; she's quite voluptuous. Ms. Xi is the opposite of my mother; she's taller and slimmer, and although she's 44, she still has a great figure.

Most strikingly, both of them have very full breasts. In summer, clothes are thin; they usually wear a short-sleeved shirt over a bra, and my mother wears sheer pants, while Ms. Xi wears a black skirt.

After driving in the sweltering heat all the way, coupled with the earlier fright, my mother and Ms. Xi's clothes were soaked through. In several places, they clung to their bodies as if they had just showered. Their bras and large, white breasts, mostly exposed, were clearly visible, their large outlines bulging outwards, practically beckoning attention.

My mother was alright, because she was voluptuous, so the bulge wasn't as pronounced. Ms. Xi, being thin, had her breasts sticking out high and pert, particularly eye-catching. Actually, when they boarded the bus at the station, because they were bending over, a man sitting near the door was staring at their necklines, but they pretended not to notice.

At this moment, my mother and Teacher Xi were terrified when they saw three strong and fierce men approaching. My mother mustered her courage and managed to say, "What are you doing?"

One of the robbers grabbed her arm, and the other pounced on Teacher Xi. My mother and Teacher Xi screamed "Ah!" almost simultaneously. Then the three robbers began tearing at their clothes.

My mother and Teacher Xi cried and screamed, struggling desperately. My mother was too frightened to speak, while Teacher Xi struggled and cried, "Brothers, I'm over forty, please stop!"

I was also extremely frightened, sitting in my seat, too afraid to move, watching them tear at my mother and Teacher Xi's clothes. The bald man held a knife, watching the three men and my mother.

The robbers held my mother's hands to one side and reached for her collar, tearing her shirt open in one swift motion. With a few more rips, the shirt was ripped all the way down to her waist, revealing a white bra underneath. Beneath the bra were her breasts, their cleavage clearly defined by the bra. The robbers were stunned, muttering, "Fuck your mother's breasts," and reached inside to grope her breasts.

My mother struggled desperately to push his hands away, but the robber swung his hand and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her head to the side. My mother was wearing glasses, which were knocked off.

Then, the robber pushed my mother's hands aside and ripped the bra straps off her shoulders. The bra fell down instantly, and almost immediately my mother's upper body was completely naked. Two large, white breasts bounced out, swaying in front of her chest, with large, purplish-red nipples at the tips, surrounded by areolas with small bumps. The robber,

panting heavily, pounced on my mother, grabbed her breasts, and like a dog, opened his mouth and swallowed one of her nipples, biting and licking it. My mother pushed against the robber's head, biting her lip and closing her eyes, twisting and struggling.

Suddenly, we heard Teacher Xi scream. It turned out that because the two robbers were attacking her, she had actually been stripped naked even faster than my mother. Originally, there were two men sitting on either side of my mother and Teacher Xi, but they had already fled when the robbers pounced.

One of the robbers forced Teacher Xi to lie down on the row of seats, pinning her down, lifting her skirt to reveal her white cotton underwear and two bare white thighs.

The robber reached into her underwear and began to grope her genitals, probably causing her pain and making her cry out. Her shoes had fallen off sometime earlier, and her two small feet, clad in flesh-colored stockings, were kicking back and forth on the seat. This robber was different from the others; he had a colorful snake with a red forked tongue tattooed on his chest, which was quite rare at that time. The others all had simple blue dragon tattoos.

The other robber was the one who had carried the bag earlier; he was already fondling her breasts, and her purple bra was lying on the floor. Teacher Xi's breasts were even firmer than my mother's; they stood erect even when she lay down, and her purplish-red nipples were also erect. The robber with the bag was kneading Ms. Xi's breasts while licking her face. Ms. Xi cried out and turned her head to hide, but the robber seemed to enjoy it, licking and leering.

The bald man remained still, just watching them. The robber who was beating her seemed not to have had enough of my mother's breasts. After licking for a while, he pounced on my mother, pinched her chin, and forced her to open her mouth to kiss him. My mother grabbed his wrists with both hands, unable to push him away, and could only open her mouth. The robber opened his mouth and covered my mother's lips with his, kissing her forcefully, while his other hand continued to knead my mother's breasts. My mother closed her eyes and turned her head, letting out intermittent screams from her throat.

But the robbers with the bag and the snake tattoo couldn't wait any longer. They unbuckled their belts, took off their pants, and their two erect penises were thrust towards Ms. Xi.

Teacher Xi cried out in panic, "Help! Help!" But no one in the car dared to utter a single word; apart from panting and screaming, there was only a deathly silence.

The robber with the bag pinned Teacher Xi's hands above her head, while the tattooed robber lifted her skirt. Teacher Xi struggled desperately, kicking her legs, but the tattooed robber grabbed her underwear and ripped it open with a single tear. He tore it several more times, completely ripping it into shreds, revealing the dark pubic hair between her snow-white thighs. Teacher Xi screamed, "Mommy! Mommy!" Seeing the tattooed robber tearing at her thighs, Teacher Xi cried out in despair, "Xiao Tian! Xiao Tian! Save me! Save me! Help! Help!"

But my mother's mouth was tightly gagged, and she couldn't say a word. Even if it weren't gagged, she would be in dire straits, as the robbers were having a great time playing with my mother's breasts.

The tattooed robber effortlessly pried open Ms. Xi's thighs, half-kneeling on the long bench. He hoisted one of Ms. Xi's long, shapely, white legs onto his right shoulder. Ms. Xi was now unable to struggle or scream, only making muffled gurgling sounds from her throat. Her eyes were fixed on the robber pressing down on her. Her glasses were still on, but it made no difference whether they were there or not. Her whole body trembled like a leaf.

The robber guided his dark penis with one hand, then thrust forward. Ms. Xi screamed, and the tattooed robber pressed himself against her, moving his hips. Ms. Xi continued to grunt and gurgle from deep within her throat, but the leg on the robber's shoulder trembled and spasmed as if electrocuted, her toes pointing straight up.

After moving on Ms. Xi for a while, the robber reached out to knead her large breasts. The snake-patterned robber thrust and rubbed Ms. Xi's breasts, occasionally pinching her nipples with his fingers. The robber next to Ms. Xi's head, carrying a bag, pried open her mouth like a thug, shoving his penis inside and thrusting. This was the first time I'd ever heard of oral sex.

Just then, another minibus passed by our car. Baldy, perhaps feeling a bit unsafe, shouted, "Huihui, hurry up, get it over with and let's go." (

Watching the video on my phone: Huihui was probably the nickname of the thug who was hitting her. Hearing Baldy call him, he reluctantly released my mother's breasts, pulled down his own pants, and then started pulling down my mother's pants.) My mother instinctively tried to protect her pants, but he shoved her hand aside, grabbed her pant leg, and tried to pull it down. After a few attempts, he couldn't get it down. The bald man, getting impatient, cursed, "Idiot," and slapped my mother. Holding a knife in one hand, he and the robber pulled down my mother's pants together. They managed to get them down in a few quick movements. Then, the robber went to pull down my mother's red floral underwear.

My mother was already dazed, but still somewhat conscious. She put her hands between her legs, trying to prevent him from pulling them down further. The bald man slapped her again, completely knocking her unconscious.

Only then did the robber manage to pull down her underwear. My mother was now completely naked, her full, plump white body trembling on the back seat. She was even more completely naked than Ms. Xi, whose skirt was still hanging around her waist. My mother's pubic area didn't have as much hair as Ms. Xi's; it was just a thin, sparse layer, barely covering her mons pubis.

The robber was completely aroused by my mother's pale body. She was still seated. He lifted her two fat legs and placed them on his shoulders, then pressed his penis against her vaginal opening. My mother probably sensed something; her buttocks instinctively tightened. The robber pressed down, his penis fully inside her. My mother shuddered and

groaned, then stopped struggling, letting the robber do as he pleased. Because my mother was being raped while seated, her genitals facing upwards, her buttocks towards the front of the car, unlike Teacher Xi who had a leg to block the view, the robber's penis moving in and out of her vagina was clearly visible. The robber was

actually quite heavy, probably around 140 or 150 pounds. Each time he pressed down, he flattened my mother's plump, white buttocks slightly, then they bounced back to their original shape, like cotton candy.

At this point, even the shouts, cries, and curses in the car disappeared; only panting, sobbing, and the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh remained.

I couldn't bear to watch any longer and turned around, only to find that all the other passengers on the bus were staring straight at the back of the bus, including the driver. Many of them had bloodshot eyes, and one person was even rubbing his crotch up and down.

I felt nauseous and sad, and my whole body stiffened in my seat, my mind blank. After a while, I wanted to check on my mother and the others.

I turned around and looked at the back of the bus again. I saw that the tattooed robber had gotten off Ms. Xi at some point, and the bag-carrying robber was now on top of her, thrusting vigorously. Ms. Xi's head was tilted to the side, motionless, a few strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat or tears, and her glasses were fogged up, so I couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed.

The tattooed robber was rubbing his limp penis against Ms. Xi's face, smiling contentedly.

On the other side, the robber who was beating my mother was also almost finished, and he obviously sped up. My mother was probably unable to take it anymore at this point, and she cried out in pain. The robbers became even more excited and started cursing: "I'll fuck your mother, you slut, I'll fuck you to death! You're still yelling, you're still yelling!"
While cursing, they thrust heavily into my mother's lower body.

After a dozen or so thrusts, his movements slowed, and he slowly stopped inside my mother's vagina, panting. After a while, he got off my mother and wiped his penis with her underwear. My mother remained in the same reclining position, legs spread, eyes closed and motionless, a pool of white semen tinged with blood flowing from her vagina.

At this point, the bald man seemed to get excited too. He handed the knife to the robber who had assaulted them, telling him to watch the others, and then walked to my mother and pulled down his pants. I saw that his penis was curved, pointing upwards, and its color was like an oiled bronze. Because the impression was so vivid, I still remember it. The bald man wiped

my mother's genitals with his underwear, then placed the head of his penis at the entrance of her vagina and thrust it in with a thrust of his hips.

At first, my mother didn't react much, but after the bald man twitched a few times, she was noticeably different from when the robber was beating her. Her expression went from numb to tense. After a few more twitches, she couldn't help but open her mouth and moan softly, her eyes opening with a look of fear and bewilderment as she stared at the bald man.

Then the bald man started pinching and rubbing my mother's nipples with three fingers. My mother reacted even more strongly, her entire upper body twisting and contorting, then she jerked upwards from her seat before collapsing limply.

The bald man patted my mother's breasts with satisfaction, then increased his speed, making loud slapping sounds. Soon, my mother couldn't hold on any longer and cried out, "Ah! Ah!" The bald man wrapped my mother's legs around his waist, his hands kneading her breasts, his lower body still moving, his entire body pressing against her. My mother, without realizing it, had already wrapped her legs tightly around the bald man's waist, her toes pointed. Watching the video on my phone: The bald man thrust into my mom in this position for several minutes straight, then released her and stood up. I thought he was done, but then he slapped my mom's butt and said, "Turn around." What happened next was unbelievable. My mom didn't say a word, struggled to get up from her seat, turned around, and knelt on the seat with her legs spread, her large, white buttocks facing the front of the bus. The bald man grabbed my mom's waist and thrust his penis into her vagina from behind, starting to pump again.

Meanwhile, Teacher Xi had already finished. The snake-patterned robber and the bag-carrying robber had already put on their pants, ignoring Teacher Xi lying motionless to the side, all watching this side. In fact, everyone on the bus was now watching the bald man's performance. Perhaps because rear entry was less strenuous, the bald man's thrusting speed was significantly faster in this position. My mom's cries had changed from "ah ah ah" to "howl howl howl," like a female dog whose tail had been stepped on. She gripped the back of the seat tightly, pressing her head against it, gritting her teeth as she endured the bald man's thrusts.

From my angle, the way the bald man was penetrating my mother from behind really looked like a gray male dog fucking a white, fat female dog. And the bald man's waist, in today's terms, was indeed a real male dog's waist—thin yet powerful, like a spring, slapping his lower body repeatedly against my mother's buttocks.

After a while, my mother probably couldn't hold on any longer; her arms went limp, and she slid off the back of the chair, collapsing completely onto the seat. The bald man gave the others a look, and the two robbers immediately grabbed my mother's arms, forcibly lifting her up, while the robber with the bag grabbed her hair, lifting her head.

The bald man's face contorted into a ferocious expression. He lowered his waist and thrust forward and upward in a strange posture, each thrust eliciting a scream from my mother. After a dozen or so thrusts, my mother let out a bloodcurdling scream. The bald man pulled his penis out, and with a long cry from my mother, a stream of fluid gushed from her lower body like urine, similar to the urination of a female donkey I used to see in the village.

It flowed everywhere, onto the seat and the floor.

Once the fluid was released, my mother deflated like a punctured balloon, her kneeling legs trembling uncontrollably.

The bald man, perhaps having had his fill, returned to his original position, grabbed my mother's waist, and thrust his penis back in from behind. His brothers also lifted my mother up with force. This time, he didn't hold back, thrusting with all his might for several minutes before finally ejaculating inside my mother's vagina. My mother remained silent after her orgasm.

The bald man let out a long breath, paused for a moment, slowly pulled his penis out, pulled up his pants, and said, "Not bad, not bad at all. I didn't expect this, but it's not a loss." At this moment, the tattooed robber, who hadn't spoken until now

, suddenly said, "You haven't had enough fun, have you?" This question seemed to stump the bald man. He paused, looked at my mother and Teacher Xi, who were slumped in their seats like two puddles of mud, and then looked at the other two robbers. As if he understood their meaning, he lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "Fine, take them away."

Before I could understand what he meant, I saw the tattooed robber and the robber with the bag grab Teacher Xi's arm and lift her leg, carrying her out of the car. Only then did I realize that they were going to take my mother and Teacher Xi back to play with.

At this moment, the bald man and the robber who hit her also lifted my mother up. The bald man put his arm behind my mother's back, under her armpits, and held her chest, supporting her upper body. The robber who hit her lifted her legs, and the two of them carried my mother out of the car. When they passed by me, I was really at a loss and called out, "Mom."

I don't know if my mom heard me or not; she remained limp with her eyes closed. The bald man and the robbers who were beating me seemed to have heard me. They paused, exchanged glances, looked at me, and the bald man gave one of the robbers a look. The two ignored me and continued carrying things. I didn't dare stand up to stop them. Looking back now, I think they were probably considering whether to kill me. Thankfully, they didn't intend to.

The four robbers lifted my mom and Teacher Xi onto the motorcycles, straddling the riders with their legs spread apart. The first motorcycle belonged to the robbers carrying the bags, and the second to the robbers who had beaten me.

At this point, the bald man looked at my mom and Teacher Xi sitting naked on the motorcycles. Perhaps he thought their white bodies were too conspicuous and would attract too much attention on the road. He frowned, thought for a moment, then went back to his motorcycle, randomly picked two people, and had them take off their clothes. He then took the clothes back to the motorcycles and draped them over my mom and Teacher Xi to cover them.

Then he and the snake-patterned robber each sat on the back of their respective motorcycles.

My mother and Teacher Xi leaned forward against the rider, their heads drooping. The bald man and the tattooed robbers behind them carried them to keep them steady on the bus. The four robbers drove off with my mother and Teacher Xi, who were still unconscious from being gang-raped.

The driver only dared to start the bus after the robbers were far away. The bus swayed on the road. In fact, almost everyone on the bus knew that my mother had been kidnapped, but no one came to comfort me or said a word. My mind was blank. I looked back at the back of the bus, and my mother and Teacher Xi's torn bras, underwear, and other clothes were still there.

I don't remember how I got to the county bus station. I only remember that when I got off the bus, the driver quietly told me to go and call the police quickly.

It was almost dark by then, and my mind was still numb. Fortunately, an acquaintance of my father saw me and, seeing my distraught state, came over and asked what was wrong. I don't remember what I told him, but I remember that he panicked as soon as he heard what I said and immediately contacted my father to take me home. My dad was wondering why we were only getting back now, and he was terrified when he heard what I had said. He immediately tried to contact Ms. Xi's family while also calling the police.

I didn't regain my senses until the next day. Although my dad called the police that night, the police didn't respond until the next day, when they finally asked my dad and me to go to the police station to explain what had happened. Then the police took me, my dad, and Ms. Xi's husband to the bus station to look for the car and check the scene, but the car wasn't there. When the car returned, my mom's bra and underwear, which were there when I got off the bus the day before, were gone; I don't know who took them.

I explained the gist of what had happened to the police again. Then the police took me, my dad, and Ms. Xi's husband to the place where the incident had occurred the day before. They originally wanted the driver to go, but he refused, saying he had family matters to attend to, probably because he was afraid of retaliation.

I found the spot where I parked yesterday based on my vague memory. After confirming the location, the police drove us back to the county town and told us to go home and wait for news.

[The End]

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