Trafficked women

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"What are we going to do with this cop now?" Shorty

kicked the unconscious Wang Lan while pulling up his pants.

Ren Qi took a dagger from the drawer and made a downward chopping motion. "Done! So no one will find out!"

Shorty played with Wang Lan's breasts with his bare feet, his stinky feet stomping on her full, white breasts with a hint of reluctance. "Damn! Such a beauty, what a fucking waste."

"You son of a bitch, once the cops catch you, you won't be a waste!" Ren Qi turned to the silent Ma Weizhu. "Zhu Zi, what do you say?"

Ma Weizhu was wiping his limp genitals with tissue paper. He didn't answer, turning his gaze to Cao Feifei. Cao Feifei squatted down, touching Wang Lan's smooth skin. "Such a beautiful woman, I can't bear to kill her."

"Then what the hell are we going to do? You women are so indecisive! This is a cop, keeping him around will only cause trouble!" Ren Qi kicked Wang Lan hard in the stomach. Under the influence of anesthesia, the policewoman was unresponsive, like a rag doll being manipulated.

"Oh, all you know is killing, killing, killing! This sheep could fetch a high price; killing it would be a waste!"

"Sister Cao, it's a policeman! Who the hell would dare buy it!"

Cao Feifei stood up, looking at Ma Weizhu, as if answering Ren Qi, or perhaps questioning Ma Weizhu.

"Panjiayu."

A hint of appreciation flashed across Ma Weizhu's gloomy face as he nodded.

I. Panjiayu

Wang Lan had a dream. She dreamt she was walking on a street in Beijing when suddenly a large doorway beside the road turned into a monster. She quickly pulled out her gun to shoot, but found no bullets. She tried to turn and run away, but found herself unable to move. The monster approached step by step, its sharp teeth grinding together, making a piercing, grinding sound… She woke up in fright.

She felt a cold sweat covering her body. She tried to wipe it away, but found her hands and feet were tightly bound, and her head throbbed with pain. She opened her eyes to a hazy grayness. She struggled to adjust to the light and realized she was in a cloth bag, placed on a cart. The creaking sound in her dream was from the cart's wheels. She tried to remember, only recalling revealing her identity, defeating a short man, and then nothing more. Judging from her current situation, she had been captured by human traffickers. She noticed she was still dressed… thankfully, they probably hadn't violated her yet… she could only console herself with this thought.

It seemed someone noticed she was awake. A large hand pinched her buttocks. “Beautiful lady, don't worry, we'll take you to find your husband’s family, hahaha,”

Wang Lan struggled weakly a few times. The anesthetic hadn't completely worn off, and she drifted back to sleep.

When she woke again, she found herself released from the bag, but her hands and feet were still tightly bound. The surrounding light was dim, as if she were in a small, windowless room. Even in the middle of summer, it was cool and shady. There seemed to be voices outside, but she couldn't make it out clearly despite her best efforts. She could only make out a few people who sounded like human traffickers, and several others, both men and women, speaking with thick Northwestern accents. She felt thirsty, hungry, and exhausted.

You could never find Panjiayu on a map. Ma Weizhu and his men put Wang Lan in a bag, drove for two nights and a day, then spent half the night and most of the day in a horse-drawn carriage, traveling for several hours along mountain roads, finally arriving at this small village nestled in the Qilian Mountains at dusk. To prevent problems if Wang Lan woke up, Cao Feifei had given her another injection of anesthetic along the way. Aijiao and Ren Qi were visiting this place for the first time, and the bumpy journey had been unbearable. Having trafficked people for so many years, they considered themselves to have been to many remote places. But without someone to guide them, they would never have found this place in their entire lives. They were astonished at how Ma Weizhu and Cao Feifei had found it. They were filled with doubt: how could this poor mountain village afford such a high price? But when they saw Cao Feifei receive several gleaming yellow items from a burly old woman, they immediately felt that their hardship had been worthwhile.

In Panjiayu, no one was surnamed Pan; everyone was surnamed Ma. All of them were former subordinates of Ma Bufang, who had terrorized Northwest China. Fifty years ago, after the Northwest People's Liberation Army defeated the Qinghai Ma forces outside Lanzhou, a group of officers and soldiers, along with their families and valuables, arrived in this small village nestled in the Qilian Mountains. They slaughtered all the men and boys with the surname Pan in the village, sparing only the women. Several hundred of them became bandits, waiting to one day reignite their dreams of sweeping across Northwest China. Later, the outside world stabilized, and the bandits were wiped out. After losing several groups, they abandoned their large-scale looting activities. Because they had too many blood debts—from the Red Army's Western Route Army to the Eighth Route Army to the later People's Liberation Army, and many local CCP cadres—they feared retribution and decided to hide in this divinely ordained refuge for the rest of their lives. Here lies the wasteland once cultivated by the Pan family, who grew corn, buckwheat, and even opium. They transitioned from professional soldiers to civilians, escaping the turmoil of the outside world, and their descendants multiplied generation after generation.

When Ma Weizhu was imprisoned in Xi'an for robbery and rape, he met Ma Kui, who came from Panjiayu. These two Hui people of the same clan hit it off immediately and became prison bullies. Later, during a transfer, they killed the armed police guards and escaped. Ma Weizhu was shot and nearly died while trying to save Ma Kui. Ma Kui eventually brought him back to Panjiayu to recover. Two generations later, perhaps due to the strong and assertive nature of the Hui people in Northwest China, far more boys than girls were born. Furthermore, because of frequent inbreeding, many children suffered from intellectual disabilities. The elderly worried about the future of their family line. Later, when Ma Weizhu became a human trafficker, he would occasionally bring some strong-willed girls here, knowing the strong men would subdue them, and these former bandits were extremely generous.

When the bag was opened, Chief Ma Hongju was stunned by the woman's beauty. None of the women in the tribe, or those later kidnapped or bought, had ever been so beautiful; she was like a celestial fairy, he thought. He even thought that if he were decades younger, he would have bought her! He never cared whether she was a policewoman or someone else; no one could escape from Panjiayu, and no woman ever failed to eventually settle down and give birth there. His first thought was of his widowed sister, Ma Hongzhi. Her brother-in-law, a tall and strong man, once the village's best fighter, had gone out to incite conflict between the Hui and Han people during the *sensitive information filtering* period and was riddled with bullets by the army sent to suppress the unrest. He left behind a widow with two boys, the older one eight or nine, the younger only two or three. Decades later, the two eldest men were still bachelors. Many years ago, he bought a young girl for his eldest nephew. She was supposedly a college student, but she died a few months later—she tried to escape and was beaten to death by his nephew. Only after her death was it discovered that the girl was pregnant. His widowed sister fell seriously ill because of this.

Ma Hongzhi was also very satisfied with this woman; she had long hair, a full bosom, a slender waist, and was even more beautiful than in paintings. She was said to be a policeman with some fighting skills—but she didn't care. Her sons had inherited the fierce blood of their father and grandfather; what woman couldn't they subdue! Besides, this young girl didn't seem very strong. Having fighting skills was even better; she could withstand the torment. Especially her eldest son, who, due to incest, was born mentally challenged, strong, and healthy, but he was also reckless in his attacks. The last woman was beaten to death by him with his Nanbangguo sword. She meticulously examined Wang Lan's clothes, even unbuttoning her pants to inspect them for a long time, until she was certain the woman hadn't been touched by the men from out of town before she nodded. Dwarf and Ren Qi exchanged a furtive glance. They were now completely convinced of Cao Feifei's plan. As human traffickers, the rule was not to impregnate their "goods," so they always ejaculated outside the vagina. But if they hadn't thoroughly cleaned Wang Lan and changed her into clean clothes, they might not have made it out of this hellhole alive.

As Wang Lan pondered her situation, the door creaked open, letting in the twilight. A stout, dark figure appeared in the doorway. As it drew closer, Wang Lan realized it was an old woman with a menacing, fleshy face. The old woman held a bowl of water to her lips, pulling the handkerchief out of her mouth.

"Drink!"

Wang Lan hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days and two nights, so she didn't care and gulped down the entire bowl of water. After drinking it, she felt much better.

"Auntie…" Before she could finish speaking, the old woman shouted outside, "Xi'er!"

A tall, strong man strode in. He had thick, curly hair, a short beard, and looked to be in his thirties. Seeing Wang Lan, he let out a wild howl, hoisted her onto his shoulder like a sack of rice, and strode out. The old woman followed closely behind.

Wang Lan's stomach was pressed firmly against the man's broad shoulders, and her hands and feet were tightly bound with rope, rendering her unable to move. She tried to twist her body in protest, but the man held her legs with one hand and slapped her buttocks hard several times with the other. Wang Lan felt as if her buttocks had been whipped with a wooden board, burning with pain. Feeling both ashamed and in pain, she had no choice but to give up her futile struggles.

There were some people standing outside. Wang Lan barely managed to lift her head to look at them. Most of them were men, all dressed in old-fashioned clothes. Some were carrying weapons, and some even had old-fashioned rifles. There were also several women holding small children. When they saw the man carrying Wang Lan out of the house, they erupted in deafening cheers.

Some of the men, seeing Wang Lan looking up at them, made various obscene and lewd gestures towards her.

The men bowed to the crowd in gratitude. An old man walked over and patted the man's arm. "Xizi, take your wife home soon."

"Okay! Uncle,"

the man replied gruffly, then strode forward. Wang Lan knew she had been sold here by human traffickers. A female special police officer fighting human trafficking had been sold by traffickers; she was both amused and exasperated. When she was alone in the small room, she found it strange that those people hadn't killed her to silence her after learning her identity as a police officer; she couldn't understand it. But her later experiences proved that perhaps killing her to silence her would have been a better ending for her.

She struggled to lift her head and shouted,

"Put me down! I'm a police officer! What you're doing is illegal!"

No one paid attention to her cries for help; many people laughed. She shouted again.

"Fellow villager, put me down quickly..."

The old woman rushed up and slapped her, interrupting her. She felt a salty taste in her mouth; it was clearly broken. She had never seen such a fierce old woman. She abandoned the plan to call for help and calmly considered other methods. The old woman and the man, thinking she was afraid of being beaten, ignored her and hurried home. Although she couldn't lift her head, Wang Lan could tell from the stone slabs on the ground and the occasional ups and downs that the small village was nestled in a mountain valley. Along the way, she heard people greeting the man and the old woman.

"Second Aunt, you've got another wife at home!"

"Xizi, congratulations!"

...

After walking for a while, Wang Lan's long hair fell down, and it felt as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head; she felt dizzy and nauseous. The man and the old woman walked around a large boulder and entered a small courtyard. Amidst the bleating of sheep and the scattering of chickens, the man carried her into the main house and threw her face up onto a kang (a heated brick bed). It gets

dark early in the mountains; it was already dark outside, and the house was quite dark inside. There were no electric lights, only two oil lamps. From her angle, Wang Lan strained to lift her head and could see a photograph of a soldier in uniform hanging on the main wall of the room, flanked by a saber and a pair of stirrups. Below the photograph were two small wooden tablets, resembling memorial tablets. The room wasn't large, with little decent furniture, and the air was thick with the smell of wood ash mixed with the pungent odor of mutton.

The man had gone out and seemed to be cooking with the old woman in the outer room. Wang Lan considered trying to reason with the family first, either emotionally or legally; if that failed, she would resort to force. Although the man and the old woman were strong, she should be able to handle them.

As Wang Lan lay there lost in thought, she heard footsteps and shouts outside the door, "Mother! Wife! Mother! Wife!"

A burly man rushed into the inner room faster than his voice could register. He immediately saw Wang Lan on the kang (heated brick bed), and burst into laughter as he pounced on her!

Second, the man Wang Lan, the bride she had bought

, only saw an ugly face. He seemed to be blind in one eye, over forty years old, and looked somewhat dull-witted, drooling. He immediately pounced on Wang Lan, kissing her face indiscriminately. Wang Lan had little room to struggle and could only desperately shake her head. The man's two hands clamped her head like vises, and she couldn't move, only screaming desperately.

Ma Hongying came in and pulled her eldest son away from Wang Lan. "Fuzi, go chop firewood! After dinner, your wife is yours!"

Ma Quanfu was afraid of his mother but also reluctant to part with Wang Lan, muttering as he went out.

"Auntie—," Wang Lan called gratefully to Ma Hongying, but Ma Hongying ignored her and went out to cook.

Wang Lan's face was covered in Ma Quanfu's drool, the smell making her nauseous. This old woman seemed to be able to reason with her, but she didn't know if she could persuade her. She had no idea where she was, no idea where the traffickers had taken her. The only thing she was sure of was that she was in a mountainous area. She knew that in most places where women were bought as wives, the entire village sided with the buyers, and almost no one sympathized with the poor girls who had been trafficked, including the village officials. Before accepting this task, she had spoken with many fellow anti-trafficking workers and even victims. She believed she understood her situation. If persuasion failed, she would use force to subdue them and then run to the nearest county or township to contact the police in Gansu, if she confirmed she was still in Gansu. She began to calm herself down, slowly regaining her strength, preparing for a final violent resolution. She confirmed the size of the house, the exits, the windows, and some usable items to use as makeshift weapons.

The aroma of food wafted from the outer room, making Wang Lan's stomach growl even louder. She couldn't help but swallow; even for someone with special training like her, going two days and two nights without food was difficult.

The laughter and chatter from the outer room grew louder. There were three people; Wang Lan already knew her opponents: two burly men and an old woman, one of whom seemed somewhat mentally challenged. If her physical condition is good, there shouldn't be any problem. She hasn't eaten for a long time, so her strength is low, but she should be able to manage. Her colleagues in the special task force can't contact her, and they don't know how anxious they are.

There was the clatter of bowls and chopsticks, followed by a commotion at the table and chairs. They came in, and Wang Lan's heart tightened, her whole body tensing up.

Sure enough, the flame of the oil lamp flickered in the wind, making the photos on the wall look ghostly. One after the other, Ma Hongying came in with her two sons.

The eldest son, Ma Quanfu, rushed up and tried to tear Wang Lan's clothes, but Ma Hongying slapped his hand away. Wang Lan looked up at her pleadingly, but Ma Hongying ignored her and sat down in a chair under the photos.

"Auntie, I..."

"Don't beg me, you little brat," Ma Hongying interrupted her. Her Northwestern accent was strong, but Wang Lan could still understand what she meant.

"You are now a daughter-in-law of the Ma family! These two are your men! This is fate!"

This was already absurd enough, but now that she had been sold to the two brothers, Wang Lan was even angrier.

"You have to serve them both well, every morning..." She began assigning Wang Lan her daily tasks, from cooking breakfast to preparing her foot bath at night, acting as if she were already Wang Lan's mother-in-law. She had spent a lot of her family's heirloom jewelry to buy this girl; she was now her sons' daughter, and she had to listen to her, her mother-in-law! Wang Lan knew that she couldn't reason with this old woman, and now she had to prepare to take action.

"...As a person," the old woman suddenly raised her voice, "you have to carry on the Ma family line!

Raise our Ma family's children!"

Wang Lan's anger flared up instantly!

"Your men can sleep with you whenever they want!"

Wang Lan felt the blood rushing to her face! She thought that if she were to take action, she would first defeat this shameless old woman!

"Fuzi, Xizi, this daughter-in-law is yours now! Xizi, you go first!"

Ma Quanxi happily responded and stepped forward. Ma Quanfu, unwilling to accept this, tried to pull his younger brother away, but Ma Hongying stopped him. Deep down, she still hoped her healthy youngest son would first bear a child in this woman's womb. "Eldest son," she sighed inwardly. They were all her own flesh and blood, so why was he a fool?

Ma Quanxi approached the kang (heated brick bed), and by the light of the oil lamp, he could see Wang Lan's face clearly. Tonight, the light in his uncle's woodshed was too dim, and he hadn't seen the girl's face clearly. Although he was only a teenager when his brother got married, and he had helped on his brother's wedding night, he still remembered the woman's face vividly. But compared to the one before him—despite never having formally studied—he couldn't help but sigh inwardly—this one was like a flower, that one like grass. No wife or aunt in the village could compare to her, not even all of them combined! As he hoisted her soft body onto his shoulders, he felt an erection, just like when his big blue horse was being bred. His arm encircled her long, slender legs, his hand slapping her buttocks—over a decade ago, he had seen his sister-in-law's cleft, which his brother had spread open for his own use—he had fantasized all the way here about spreading this woman's cleft to see what it was like. His hand slapped her buttocks as if hitting cotton wool—more resilient than cotton wool—he had taken advantage of his brother's inability to touch his sister-in-law's body—the skin and flesh of the woman before him were even more resilient!

He stared blankly at one spot, at the woman's waist. Her two calves were tightly bound together, and her two arms were also tightly bound behind her back. He had carried her away, without looking closely then; he had carried her home, thrown her face up onto the kang (heated brick bed), and still hadn't looked closely, because his mother had already told him that this woman would be his that evening. Such a large man suddenly felt a little shy, so he hurriedly ran out to cook.

Now, this woman was his. He walked up to her and looked at her like a leopard looking at its dying prey. She lay on her back on the kang (a heated brick bed), perhaps because her clothes were too short, or perhaps because Ma Quanfu had pulled them up when he was ravaging her; her two long, slender legs dangled below the edge of the kang, and her waistband was pulled down as well. He immediately saw her waist, a waist whiter than cotton! Her clothes barely covered the outline of her lower sternum, and the waistband faintly revealed the upper edge of her hip bones; the exposed part of her figure shrank back like a gourd. In the oil lamp light, he could see the woman's flat stomach, white as the earth after a snowfall, its long curves rising slightly from the horizon at both ends, sinking in the middle to converge into a small puddle—and his gaze was drawn there as well. The flickering oil lamp constantly changed the shape and outline of the puddle. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then his manhood stirred!

His mother seemed to call something behind him, but he didn't hear it clearly; his mind was filled with the woman and the small puddle on her skin. He knew his mother was urging him. His mind raced, urging him to go!

He ripped open Wang Lan's clothes, buttons flying everywhere. His eyes widened in a flash; her snow-white flesh seemed to glow, illuminating the entire room!

Cao Feifei had only dressed Wang Lan in her white floral bra and matching panties, along with her own shirt and trousers. Wang Lan, at 1.67 meters, was a head taller than Cao Feifei, and the clothes didn't fit her. Moreover, Wang Lan's breasts were fuller, made even more prominent by Cao Feifei's small bra. He bent down and reached for her bra—he'd never seen a bra before—his sister-in-law had been wearing a vest underneath. As he pulled, he dragged her upper body off the bed, and he saw her eyes—

the first time he'd looked directly into them, the first time he'd seen such beautiful eyes, as bright as the moon! Something seemed to burn within them, and she was staring intently at him! Seeing her piercing gaze, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

He loosened his grip and threw Wang Lan onto the kang (a heated brick bed). He reached out and tugged at the fabric, but the two pieces of cloth with several straps were much stronger than he had imagined. He tried several times but couldn't break them. However, he accidentally slipped his hand inside her bra and touched her breasts. Her breasts were warm, soft, and firm, like two freshly steamed buns. He also felt two hard points—her nipples, which hardened under his haphazard tugging. He remembered that his sister-in-law also had a pair like that; they used to call them "babies." He and his brother often sucked on one and giggled at each other. When his sister-in-law lay down, her pair was flat, far less full and perky than these. He was aroused by these lively little rabbits. His hand couldn't move freely inside the already narrow bra, and he became somewhat annoyed. So he grabbed the strap between the two pieces of fabric and pulled hard. With a soft "snap," the strap of the cheap bra broke. He pulled this obstructive thing all the way up to Wang Lan's bare waist, and her beautiful breasts, which had been suppressed for so long, sprang out.

III. Naked Humiliation

"Baby!" Ma Quanxi exclaimed in surprise, his hands finally grasping those white breasts without any obstruction. Even though she was lying on her back, Wang Lan's breasts stood firm on her chest. The curves of her chest rose slowly from below her collarbone, the curvature becoming increasingly pronounced, finally ending at two ruby-like nipples. As a family of bandits, although they lacked luxurious furniture, the Ma family possessed many jewels plundered over generations—Ma Hongying had used some of these to buy Wang Lan. Ma Quanxi had seen the rubies his mother wore on her fingers, but compared to the two now before him, these were fuller and more vibrant. Because of the sudden humiliation, Wang Lan's nipples trembled slightly, further stimulating Ma Quanxi's desire. He grasped her two jade-bowl-like breasts, as if they were precious treasures, unsure of what to do. He first kneaded them incessantly, changing their shape in his palms. The silky touch of her skin stimulated his nerve endings and reached his brain. His blood rushed from his body to his groin, making it hard as iron; then it rushed to his brain, his face flushed red, his eyes turning bloodshot like a wild beast. His hands continued to knead, growing stronger and stronger like a wild animal—Wang Lan remained calm, trying to untie the restraints first, so she could begin the next step.

She endured Ma Quanxi's ravaging. When her top was torn open, a cool sensation spread across her skin. She wanted nothing more than to punch this man to death! But her hands were tightly bound, and from being bound for so long, they were numb. She kept telling herself,

"Calm down, calm down..."

His rough, large hands brushed against her sensitive skin like a file, sending shivers down her spine and raising goosebumps all over her body. Her repeated experiences of being assaulted by male criminals instilled in her aversion to contact with the opposite sex. She stared fiercely at the tall, ugly man before her; if her gaze could kill—she desperately wished it could. Suddenly, she felt a release, a sense of liberation in her chest. Then, those large hands gripped her breasts like vises, brutally kneading them. Finally, the sharp pain in her sensitive areas caused her to groan,

"Ugh...ugh..."

She hoped the groans would alleviate the pain in her chest.

Ma Quanfu drooled as he watched his younger brother manipulate the woman. Although mentally challenged, he possessed an innate fascination with women and a sadistic tendency. After beating his previous wife to death, the twenty-something-year-old began following the women of the village. One day, he saw a distant aunt relieving herself on a nearby hillside. The sight of her exposed buttocks, her back to him as she unbuckled her belt, aroused him. He rushed forward in a rage… only to be surrounded and beaten by her brothers. He lost an eye in the process. The Ma family had a strong tradition of patriarchal law. According to the family rules, he should have been drowned or subjected to severe torture. He was ultimately saved by his maternal uncle, and also because of the lingering influence of his maternal grandfather and father.

This incident did not deter his voyeuristic tendencies towards women. In his simple world, women were perhaps the only bright spot. He had heard while working in the fields that someone in his family had married, so he ran home and saw a fairy-like woman lying on the kang (heated brick bed). Despite his foolishness, he possessed a remarkably accurate judgment of beauty; this new bride was far superior to the last!

However, his mother forbade him from handling the bride, instead ordering his younger brother to do so. His fear of his mother outweighed everything.

So he obediently stood beside his mother, watching his brother's back obscure the fairy. Until he heard the fairy's moans, he could no longer restrain his desire! He lunged forward!

Wang Lan felt the pain in her chest suddenly ease, and then her legs were grabbed. It turned out that Ma Quanfu had pushed aside his brother and grabbed Wang Lan's legs. Ma Quanxi, now a wild beast, charged back like a madman, kicking Ma Quanfu away. Ma Hongying also pounced and slapped her eldest son! Ma Quanfu howled and lay on the ground, feigning innocence.

Ma Quanxi saw several bruised finger marks on Wang Lan's two snow-white breasts, displaying an eerie beauty under the oil lamplight. Even this rough man felt a pang of pity. He climbed on top of Wang Lan and began sucking hard on her nipples, while his hands tore at her clothes. The sounds of tearing fabric, the crude sucking, another man's cries, and the low moans of the violated policewoman filled the air.

Ma Hongying looked at her two sons with a mixture of anger and pity. She walked to Ma Quanxi, grabbed him by the hair, and lifted him off Wang Lan. She spat on her younger son's face, "You good-for-nothings! You've disgraced your father and grandfather!" She pointed between Wang Lan's thighs, "I found you wives, not for you to feast on! Haven't you had enough of me since you were little?

You fuck her! Fuck her!"

Ma Quanxi snapped out of his daze. Without even unbuttoning Wang Lan's pants, he ripped off the buttons. He spread them apart, revealing Wang Lan's white thong!

All the clothes Cao Feifei gave Wang Lan were too small, except for this pair of briefs. Wang Lan's waist was slender, and her hips and buttocks were more like a young girl's, smaller and more delicate than Cao Feifei's, who was a woman. So the briefs were a bit loose.

Ma Quanxi forcefully pulled down Wang Lan's trousers, almost pulling down the briefs as well. The briefs fell halfway down, wedged between her hips. Wang Lan's entire upper body was completely naked except for a strapless bra draped around her waist. Her entire abdomen was exposed to the air, and the top edge of the briefs barely covered the most intimate parts, but some fine pubic hairs were already peeking out!

Ma Hongying helped her eldest son up and sat back down in the chair. She watched Ma Quanxi manipulating Wang Lan. This little girl seemed much more docile than most women, only moaning and not struggling much. "Exactly," she thought, "so what if they're police? The Red Army was so ruthless back then, but they were still beaten to a pulp by my father and his men." Besides, it was a woman.

Ma Quanfu sobbed like a puppy, clinging to his mother's lap. She patted her eldest son's head in comfort.

Ma Quanxi pulled down harder and found that Wang Lan's legs were tightly bound from ankle to knee. He couldn't take off Wang Lan's pants completely, nor could he separate her legs. And Ma Weizhu's bindings were so tight that, in his haste, he couldn't untie the ropes binding Wang Lan's legs.

Wang Lan felt a surge of tension. He was finally going to untie my legs—but she didn't know how long it would take for her numb legs to recover. More importantly, would he untie my hands? Would he... Wang Lan dared not think any further. Despite having had many sexual experiences—never of her own volition. Those traumas accumulated in her heart, making her fearful of rape and even sexual intercourse. She was like a virgin, afraid that a man would separate her long, slender legs.

Ma Hongying handed her son a pair of scissors, and Ma Quanxi forcefully cut the ropes binding Wang Lan's legs. Wang Lan felt a sudden lightness in her legs, then felt a rush of blood to that area, which was becoming numb.

Her mind raced; should she kick while she still had feeling in her legs…? IV. The Policewoman's Counterattack

Ma Quanxi was overjoyed and quickly pulled off Wang Lan's trousers and shoes. Two long, straight, and smooth thighs came into his view. Light streamed down from Wang Lan's hips, converging along her thighs, past her knees, then widening again at her calves and converging once more at her slender ankles. Cao Feifei hadn't put socks on Wang Lan, only a pair of casual shoes. After the shoes were removed, her beautiful bare feet were revealed to the man. Hidden in the shadows beneath the edge of the bed, they were barely visible.

Ma Quanxi straightened up, looking at Wang Lan lying almost naked before him, her arms tied behind her back, her shapely body reflecting a holy glow. He flipped Wang Lan over, the sensation of his hands touching her soft flesh driving him mad. He saw that her half-undone underwear could barely conceal her round, full, but not fat, buttocks; the cleft of her buttocks was visible above the edge of the underwear.

"This girl's buttocks aren't big enough," he thought regretfully, "but her cleft is really beautiful, so alluring..." He had greatly underestimated this beautiful, delicate woman. So, he made a wrong decision.

Instead of removing Wang Lan's dangling underwear first, he cut the ropes binding her arms.

As the man flipped her over, Wang Lan's heart sank. It was over; the best opportunity to attack had passed! However, the ease with which her arms were freed made her heart pound again—this foolish man had given her an even better chance! She felt the man's hands remove her ropes, brush away the tattered strips of cloth from her arms, and slowly slide down her bare back, past her neck, past her shoulder blades, and cut her now useless bra—now she had nothing left to cover herself except a pair of panties that were about to slip off.

Ma Quanxi didn't understand romance, and he would never flirt with a woman; he just found the feeling of his hands sliding down her back incredibly comfortable—like when he secretly touched the silk fabric his grandmother had left him as a child—even more comfortable. He still didn't know how to unhook the remaining part of the bra, so he simply cut it off with a pair of scissors. He wanted his woman to lie naked in front of him, just like he had fantasized many years ago about his sister-in-law lying at his feet…

As he lowered his head to count his woman's spine, he noticed that she suddenly turned to the side. Before he could react, Wang Lan's elbow struck his temple, and everything went black; he knew nothing more.

Wang Lan, having landed a blow, immediately rolled over and jumped up!

Realizing something was wrong, Ma Hongying quickly pushed Ma Quanfu aside and stood up, but Wang Lan had already pounced on her. She felt a kick to the stomach, stumbled, tripped on a chair, and fell backward, knocking over a table behind her. An overturned oil lamp fell on her, thankfully the wick went out immediately, but the hot oil burned her so badly she screamed like a pig being slaughtered. She tried to stand up, but found she had a stitch in her side. She tried to call for Ma Quanfu to grab Wang Lan, but she couldn't even make a sound.

Wang Lan also collapsed to the ground.

Wang Lan found her legs were numb; the kick she had given Ma Hongying felt weak and powerless.

Fortunately, the attack was unexpected and successful. However, her legs were no longer under her control, and her arms were beginning to go numb. She had a bad feeling; the fool had already stood up and was looking at her.

Unable to stand up, she simply sat there and smiled at Ma Quanfu.

If an outsider had entered at this moment, they would have found the scene particularly bizarre. In a small room, a man lay on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), his life hanging in the balance; an old woman lay on the other side, barely breathing; a fool stood to one side, drooling and grinning foolishly; and a nearly naked beauty sat on the ground in a particularly seductive pose, smiling at him.

Yet, no one entered; no one would disturb the clan chief's hot-tempered sister and her two lustful sons.

Ma Quanfu walked towards Wang Lan, drooling, "Good wife..." He had been buried in his mother's arms and hadn't seen what was happening. Suddenly, he realized his younger brother had fallen asleep, his mother had tripped, and his brother's new wife was sitting naked on the ground, one hand on the ground, the other covering her chest. Her bare shoulders and heaving belly seemed to be saying to him, "Silly Fuzi, come here."

Ma Quanfu grinned, thinking no one would care if he slept with this woman, so he squatted down and reached out to hug Wang Lan.

Taking advantage of his lowered head, Wang Lan raised her right hand, which was hidden in front of her chest, like a knife, and chopped down at Ma Quanfu's neck!

However, Ma Quanfu did not scream and faint in front of her as she expected; her palm felt like it had struck a hard wooden stake. It turned out that Ma Quanfu had blocked her chop with his left arm!

Wang Lan was suddenly shocked. Although her arm was numb and unresponsive, an ordinary person would never be able to block or anticipate such an attack. It turned out that this fool had some skill! She didn't have time to think, and forcefully lifted her right knee, which was curled up on the ground, and thrust it at Ma Quanfu's abdomen. Ma Quanfu did not expect this woman to attack him suddenly. He instinctively caught Wang Lan's chop, but he did not guard against her leg below, and was hit squarely.

Ma Quanfu screamed and jumped up. Although he took a hit and instinctively jumped to dodge, he discovered that Wang Lan's attack had no power. It turned out that Wang Lan's leg was numb; she tried to use all her strength to push against Ma Quanfu, but every movement of her leg was excruciatingly painful, leaving her with absolutely no strength.

The Ma family army had dominated Northwest China for decades, repeatedly defeating the Kuomintang and Communist armies, relying on their valiant style and the bonds of kinship. From Ma Bufang down to every cavalryman, everyone was proficient in both mounted and unmounted combat. Ma Hongying's father was the commander of the 190th Division, a brave and skilled warrior, and Ma Bufang's favorite. Later, after a crushing defeat, he retreated with his remaining troops to Panjiayu. He went from being a regular army soldier to a bandit and then a farmer, but he never abandoned his family's skills, which his sons and daughters all inherited. Ma Hongying's husband was also an outstanding figure among the next generation of the Ma family army. Although Ma Quanfu was mentally challenged, his maternal and paternal grandfathers never gave up teaching him martial arts and combat. The entire family was known for its aggressive and violent nature; it wasn't uncommon for two young men to accidentally kill each other in a fight.

Even if he wasn't completely stupid, Ma Quanfu knew Wang Lan was attacking him, and his rage surged instantly.

He reached out and grabbed Wang Lan's right arm with his left hand. Wang Lan's limbs were still numb, unable to defend herself. Ma Quanfu yanked Wang Lan up from the ground. He wasn't tall, only about half a head taller than Wang Lan. Before she could react, he delivered a powerful right uppercut, landing squarely on the policewoman's soft abdomen! With a flick of his left hand, he threw Wang Lan away!

Wang Lan crashed to the ground, feeling her internal organs churning, a sweet taste in her throat. Despite her training in resisting blows during combat, this attack struck when she was unable to circulate her energy to defend herself. She gritted her teeth and swallowed a mouthful of blood, while Ma Quanfu charged at her again. She felt that through these few movements, she could move her limbs a little more. Lying on her side, she used the fallen chair to propel herself up towards Ma Quanfu.

Ma Quanfu, not as agile and not as quick-witted, tripped and fell flat on his face. Despite losing his balance, he reached out to grab Wang Lan. Wang Lan, lacking leg strength, struggled to stand and was caught by his hand around her waist. Using another box as leverage, she managed to stand. Ma Quanfu's hand, leaving three bloody scratches on Wang Lan's smooth skin, grabbed her slightly loose underwear, pulling it down in an instant! No longer

caring about being naked, Wang Lan grabbed the saber from the wall, its gleaming blade flashing as it was drawn. Just as she was about to strike Ma Quanfu, who was getting up, she felt a sharp blow to the back of her knee and fell back to her knees. She was facing Ma Quanxi, who lay unconscious beside the kang (a heated brick bed). She heard an old woman behind her curse, "You little whore!"

Wang Lan knew Ma Hongying had attacked her. A thought flashed through her mind, and she turned her knife towards the unconscious Ma Quanxi. "Don't move, or I'll kill him!"

Ma Hongying quickly stopped, cursing inwardly for not listening to the outsiders; this girl was truly thorny.

She grabbed Ma Quanfu and made a move to pounce on him again.

Wang Lan held the mother and son back, stood up, and glanced towards the door out of the corner of her eye. She wondered whether she should go out like this, or find some clothes to put on? She felt ashamed of being naked. She looked at the mother and son with disgust, turning the tip of her knife towards Ma Hongying: "Take off your coat and put it on the ground!

Hurry up! And your pants!"

"And you," she pointed at Ma Quanfu, "turn your face away!"

Ma Hongying glanced at the saber in Wang Lan's hand, then at Ma Quanxi, who lay unconscious beneath the blade, and shoved Ma Quanfu around. She slowly took off her coat and pants, holding them in her hands, revealing her undershirt, underwear, and the loose skin of an older woman.

"Throw the clothes over there," Wang Lan pointed the knife towards the doorway.

Suddenly, she felt someone grip her right elbow; her fingers went numb, and the saber clattered to the ground. At the same time, her left arm was also grabbed. She struggled fiercely, but she was too weak from hunger, and the long journey and the fierce fight had exhausted her strength. After a few struggles, her arms were twisted behind her back again...

V. On their wedding night,

Wang Lan's elbow strike was not very powerful, so Ma Quanxi was only knocked unconscious for a moment. If it were any other time, Wang Lan's blow would have killed him. When he woke up, he saw Wang Lan holding a knife to him, and his mother was taking off her clothes. He took advantage of the moment when Wang Lan moved the knife away and subdued her. It was because Wang Lan was weak that he was able to succeed easily.

Ma Hongying, disregarding that she was only wearing underwear, rushed forward like a madwoman. Although Wang Lan's hands were restrained, she kicked out, and Ma Hongying, who was not prepared, was kicked and fell again. When she rushed forward a second time, Wang Lan tried the same method again, but Ma Quanfu grabbed her ankle. Wang Lan struggled fiercely, but she was no match for the two burly Hui men, lacking strength. Ma Quanfu grabbed her other leg, leaving her suspended in mid-air.

Ma Hongying cursed loudly, but Wang Lan couldn't understand her angry and anxious tone, only occasionally catching words like "whore" and "slut." She had no time to listen to Ma Hongying's curses; her heart, like her body, was suspended in mid-air. She regretted leaving sooner, regretted letting this vicious old woman undress her; she didn't know what fate awaited her… Regardless of Wang Lan's thoughts, Ma Hongying picked up her machete from the ground and swung it down. Wang Lan saw a flash of light, but her mind went blank. Then Ma Hongying didn't actually strike; she couldn't bear to part with the money she had spent. Now that they no longer banditred, the family relied solely on the weather for their livelihood, with no income.

"Killing her with a single blow would be too easy for this little whore!" She threw down the knife and slapped Wang Lan more than a dozen times, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Wang Lan felt a booming sound in her ears, or rather, in her head. Even the usually composed woman in the police force lost her composure.

Ma Hongying's hand ached from hitting her, but seeing Wang Lan's slightly swollen cheeks, which only made her appear more alluring and pitiful, fueled her anger. She told the Ma brothers to "keep an eye on this little whore," then turned and went to the outer room to find a suitable tool, finally returning with a long, thin rolling pin—a common tool for making noodles in Northwest China.

Ma Quanxi grabbed Wang Lan's wrists, and Ma Quanfu grabbed her ankles, pulling her apart until Wang Lan's naked body was exposed to the vicious old woman. She hesitated, worried that hitting her below might damage the woman's rotten genitals, which she wanted to save for her son to have sex with and to bear children. She was afraid of killing her if she hit her upper abdomen, and also afraid of damaging her breasts—those breasts, though they were so perky and she envied them, wishing she could chop them off! But she would need them to nurse her grandchildren in the future. Finally, her gaze fell on Wang Lan's unprotected abdomen.

Although it had gotten a little dusty during the fight, the woman's skin was still smooth and bright. Her slender waist, flat stomach, and dreamlike navel rose and fell with her heavy breathing. This enchantress, any man's soul would be bewitched by her… The old woman's malice arose from her jealousy.

"Whoosh…" The rolling pin came down with a whoosh.

The family had lived a life of constant danger, and Ma Hongying had helped care for wounded soldiers in her younger days, so she knew how to control her strength. She knew that if she hit the upper abdomen, she might break the spleen or liver; if she hit too low, she might damage Wang Lan's uterus, causing infertility—neither of which she wanted to see. So she chose the middle part, to the left and right of the navel, where the intestines were all around, soft and safe.

With her hands and feet caught in mid-air and her body suspended in mid-air, Wang Lan could only watch helplessly as the stick struck her abdomen, unable to muster

any strength to defend herself. "Snap!" The sound was crisp, even somewhat melodious, as the stick, filled with hatred, landed heavily on Wang Lan's soft, unsuspecting stomach!

The most painful thing about being struck is being caught off guard or unable to defend yourself. All training in resisting blows is based on knowing the trajectory of the incoming weapon and using your strength to defend.

The stick struck her skin, and Wang Lan's abdomen rippled like still water in a lake where a pebble had been thrown.

"Hmm..." Wang Lan bit down hard on a strand of hair, letting out a low groan from deep within her throat.

The stick was withdrawn, leaving only a faint red mark on Wang Lan's fair skin—though it didn't appear to be a large wound on the outside, it was deep within the flesh, and even a light touch caused excruciating pain.

Grandma Ma looked at her, a vengeful glint in her eyes. "Whoosh—smack!" "..."

"Whoosh—smack! Whoosh—smack!" "Hmm...oh..."

Ma Hongying swung the stick around, striking fiercely. With each blow of the rolling pin, Wang Lan's beautiful navel and white abdominal muscles were distorted drastically, her delicate abdomen seeming about to burst. She clenched her teeth tightly, her long hair swaying wildly. After three or four blows, she could no longer restrain herself.

"Ah—," the policewoman screamed loudly, venting her extreme pain.

"Smack!" "Ah—"

"Smack! Crack!" "Ah...oh ah—"

In the quiet night, the sound of the stick hitting her stomach and Wang Lan's painful cries carried far, far away in the mountains...

After only a dozen or so blows, Wang Lan fell silent. Ma Quanxi's heart tightened, and he suddenly released his grip, throwing Wang Lan to the ground. He was filled with resentment after being knocked down by this woman, wanting to teach her a lesson. But seeing his mother relentlessly whipping his wife with a rolling pin, he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. Especially the pained expression on Wang Lan's face and her piercing screams, which sent chills down his spine—this was, after all, his wife, Ma Quanxi's wife. And the way Wang Lan's long hair swayed, her breasts shook, and her waist twisted in pain made his groin burn.

Ma Quanfu released Wang Lan's legs.

"Mother, didn't you kill her? Huh?" Ma Quanxi asked anxiously. He saw the woman lying motionless on the ground, spread-eagled. There were some light red bruises on her belly. Around her navel, these light red bruises had gathered into a pinkish hue, slightly swollen. At first glance, it looked like a pink belt. In the center of the belt, the delicate edge of her navel had swollen, stretching the originally oval shape into a round one.

Ma Quanfu stared wide-eyed, drool dripping onto Wang Lan's stomach.

Ma Hongying was also worried; she quickly dropped the rolling pin and touched Wang Lan's nose. Finding she was still breathing softly, she relaxed.

"Xizi, your wife's alright, go have sex with her!"

Wang Lan, due to anxiety, hunger, and excessive physical exertion, suddenly fainted. In her dazed state, she felt a fragrance stimulating her nose, sneezed, and woke up.

Ma Hongying threw the burning dried mugwort in her hand to the ground and stomped it out with the sole of her shoe. "Xizi, it's done."

Wang Lan found her hands tightly bound behind her back again, unable to move. Ma Quanfu grabbed Wang Lan's shoulders and lifted her up. Wang Lan instinctively raised her leg to kick, but her outstretched foot was pulled back by a rope.

She then realized that a rope of moderate length had bound her two ankles together; she could walk with her feet apart, but she couldn't lift her leg to kick. Her heart felt as cold and desperate as if it had fallen into a deep well.

"Don't..."

Wang Lan's words were cut short as Ma Quanxi forced her upper body down onto the kang (heated brick bed). The high, stone-paved kang was just a little shorter than her legs. Her entire upper body was pressed against it, her large breasts deformed—almost her entire upper body weight was on it. Because her hands were tied behind her back, she couldn't support herself. She tried to use her waist, but with every effort, her badly beaten abdominal muscles ached unbearably, and she couldn't muster any strength.

Ma Quanxi stripped off his clothes, revealing a strong physique and a penis the size of a small rolling pin!

He looked at the woman kneeling before him; her buttocks resembled a ripe peach, and he could faintly smell its sweet aroma. Wang Lan twisted and turned, trying to stop the man's assault. Half her face was pressed against the kang (a heated brick bed), and she kept saying,

"No...no..."

Ma Quanxi pressed Wang Lan's buttocks down hard with both hands. He saw a small, chrysanthemum-like thing in the cleft of her buttocks. He knew that was her anus, not for childbirth. He poked and prodded his rock-hard penis between Wang Lan's legs, but couldn't find the entrance.

Wang Lan's muscles were tense. She could feel that hot, thick thing pushing against her genitals, sometimes hitting her vulva, then sliding away. Every time it hit there, she shuddered. She knew her fate of being raped was irreversible. The fact that she was about to be raped naked by a man with his vile genitals filled her with unbearable shame and pain. She had given up on talking to them. She knew they wouldn't listen to what she was saying, nor would they care what she wanted to say. They just wanted to possess her body, ravage her skin, and pierce her dignity as a woman… Ma Hongying couldn't bear to watch any longer. She walked over and touched Wang Lan's vulva. She tested it with her fingers, feeling its elasticity and narrowness.

Could she be a virgin? Ma Hongying felt a surge of joy.

Wang Lan felt another hand touch her vulva, and even a finger tentatively probe inside her vagina. Her body trembled uncontrollably… It was over… This moment had finally come!

Ma Hongying gripped her son's penis in one hand; it was thick and hot, even thicker than his father's had been. Her own face flushed. She guided Ma Quanxi's penis with a hint of jealousy, directing it to the entrance of Wang Lan's vagina. "Son, right here!"

Ma Quanxi felt his mother guiding his glans to a concave area. He was overjoyed, gripping Wang Lan's buttocks tightly with both hands to prevent her from moving, thrusting his hips forward!

"Ah—,"

"Mom!"

he cried out along with Wang Lan. Wang Lan's cry was a woman's last, and most powerless, protest against rape. Ma Quanxi, though feeling as if his penis had entered a narrow, dry crevice, even just a little bit, felt as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, burning with pain. He couldn't help but call out "Mom."

Although she had been raped and possessed by many men, Wang Lan's vagina remained as tight as a virgin's. Because of her insistence on protecting her body and her dignity as a woman, every sexual encounter felt like her first time, both physiologically and psychologically. Out of fear of rape, her vagina was dry and didn't secrete any lubrication. Ma Quanxi had never had intercourse with a woman in his thirty-odd years—he hadn't even masturbated; his foreskin was still tightly wrapped around his glans. When he tried to forcefully break through Wang Lan's last line of defense, God gave him a slight punishment—his foreskin was pulled back.

Ma Hongying was experienced in this; while scolding her son for his carelessness, she went to the outer room and brought back a bowl of vegetable oil. She applied some to her son's bulging penis, and also a lot to Wang Lan's vulva and even inside her vagina.

"It's alright, go on!"

Ma Quanxi pressed Wang Lan down so his mother could apply the vegetable oil to her vulva. He stared wide-eyed, and by the dim light of the remaining oil lamp, he saw that the spot where his mother was applying vegetable oil resembled a cute little mouth. Two thin lips, hidden among sparse pubic hair, twitched with her movements, and he could even see the pink flesh inside.

Wang Lan closed her eyes in pain… Her mind was blank; she had forgotten how to think…

Ma Quanxi clumsily placed his penis against the small mouth, his hands gripping Wang Lan's hips like iron hooks—

"No—ah!"

This time, it was only Wang Lan who screamed in heart-wrenching agony. She felt she had lost her most precious thing again—every time she regained it, she would lose it again—God, what kind of fate was this?!

Because of the lubrication of the vegetable oil, Ma Quanxi felt no resistance this time. His iron-like penis plunged in with a soft "plop!" Then he felt his large penis being warmly enveloped by Wang Lan's vagina, incredibly tight and incredibly comfortable.

He let out a long breath. No wonder every man needs a wife, damn it! He instinctively began thrusting inside Wang Lan's body! He felt as he thrust, as if something inside her vagina was slowly sucking at his glans—it was incredibly pleasurable!

Wang Lan felt as if her body had been pierced by a wooden stake! With the man's pile driver-like movements, she felt no pleasure, only pain and shame. Although her once-ravaged vagina had begun to secrete lubrication during intercourse to protect itself—that was all! It didn't represent her physical or mental submission, nor did it bring her pleasure!

Ma Quanxi, like riding a large blue horse, galloped and ravaged Wang Lan's body with unrestrained pleasure!

The men of the Ma family all had unusually large penises, and although their bodies would instinctively secrete some fluid for lubrication, each thrust made Wang Lan feel as if she were being torn apart! The weight of her upper body pressed her beautiful breasts tightly against the hard wooden bed, and each time Ma Quanxi entered, he forced her to press her breasts even more tightly. The pain radiating from all over her body made her groan involuntarily with each thrust of the man—

"Ah...ah...um...ah...oh...um..."

Encouraged by these groans, Ma Quanxi tirelessly raped the woman beneath him.

Watching this sensual yet brutal scene, Ma Hongying's old face flushed again. Listening to Wang Lan's pitiful yet rhythmic moans, she thought to herself, "This little slut is indeed a born seductress. Even her screams are melodious, so beautiful, so alluring!" As

she listened and watched, her mind involuntarily drifted back to her wedding night over forty years ago. Xi Zi's father had stripped her naked, and before he could even take off his shoes, he was already pounding into her. Back then, before he even touched her, she was already soaking wet…so soaking wet?

Ma Hongying felt a sudden loosening in her lower body, as if a floodgate had opened, and something warm flowed out. She instinctively reached down to touch herself. Good heavens! Her underwear was wet!

A wave of panic washed over her. More than a decade ago, not long after her daughter-in-law died, she went through menopause, thinking she would never… How could I have watched my son having sex with another woman… In her panic, she tried to find something to cover herself. What did her hand touch? Hot, hard, and sticky… It was a penis, a man's penis. Zhanfa, she called out Xizi's father's name in a daze, "Is it you?"

It turned out that Ma Quanfu, watching his brother having sex with the beautiful woman, had also fantasized about holding that woman and having sex with her himself. Without realizing it, he had pulled down his pants and started masturbating with his eyes closed, as if it weren't his brother Ma Quanxi on Wang Lan's body, but himself. Suddenly, his other hand grabbed his penis and started masturbating. "Wife…" he groaned.

“Wife…” Ma Hongying’s mind went blank. She turned around, her dazed eyes unable to distinguish the face of her eldest son, who looked exactly like her deceased husband. “Zhanfa…you’re back…you’re finally back.” All the torment of her widowhood and the frenzy of masturbation flooded her mind. She turned and hugged her deceased husband. “Zhanfa, don’t go…I want you to fuck me…listen to how that little slut moans…fuck me…” Ma Quanfu

’s confused mind could no longer distinguish who was hugging him. He closed his eyes and haphazardly tore at the woman’s clothes on his body. “Wife, wife…”

Ma Hongying’s sexual desire, which had been dormant for nearly thirty years, was rekindled. While she was peeling off the man’s clothes, she bit his strong shoulders with her teeth. “Zhanfa, you heartless man…ah…faster…fuck me hard, fuck me—”

Perhaps seeing the ugliness of this scene, the only oil lamp in the room went out at some point. Only the moonlight streaming through the window illuminated the two intertwined figures inside the room, along with heavy breathing, pleasurable moans, and pitiful groans.

Wang Lan had no time to notice what was happening behind her. After the initial immense humiliation and pain, she was enduring torture on her most private and precious parts—she was being brutally raped by a man.

Meanwhile, her tormented stomach burned like fire; her breasts and nipples rubbed against the rough bed; half her face was numb from the pressure; and her saliva flowed far more than her vaginal fluids. She was still moaning, but she no longer had the strength to struggle. Her vagina was filled to the brim with a huge weapon, each entry and exit tearing at her most tender parts, causing unbearable pain. From initially refusing the man's entry, she now tried to spread her legs as much as possible to reduce the damage.

Little did she know that each of her efforts and moans stimulated the abuser; he sensed her unconscious cooperation, and he was encouraged by her moans. He fucked the woman even harder!

At first, Wang Lan was counting the number of times the man abused her—she used this to distract herself from the shame and pain. But later, under his rape, she almost lost consciousness several times from extreme humiliation, only to regain consciousness in pain. She couldn't remember her count anymore—two thousand or three thousand?

Ma Quanxi displayed the same extraordinary qualities as his ancestors—despite it being his first time with a woman, he fucked her for over an hour! He thrust until his legs ached, feeling the sweat pooling at his feet, before finally releasing Wang Lan's slender waist—who had long since lost the strength to struggle—and using her hands to support herself on the edge of the bed, he slowly began to thrust inside her. He found that the initial sensation, the feeling from the moment of penetration, was now growing stronger; he felt a force gathering within him, converging on his penis. He now longed to release this force, and he could feel the contractions in the woman's vagina helping him, releasing him. He didn't know what it was, because he had never experienced a wet dream. But instinctively, he knew it was the most pleasurable thing. He rallied, he needed to release that feeling!

Wang Lan's moans grew louder and more rapid. Although her mind was no longer clear, her body still sensed the changes in the man behind her. Her past nightmarish experiences told her what this man was about to do.

Although she had been lucky enough not to become pregnant from being raped so far, she was still constantly worried. Every time she was caught, she would be haunted for about a month, desperately taking medication, secretly using pregnancy tests… until her next period. She began to struggle weakly beneath the man, wiggling her hips. However, these slight movements only increased the man's pleasure!

Ma Quanxi felt the woman beneath him also change. He thought she was craving him, she was responding to him, she was opening herself up to him—he had never felt so powerful before—not even when he tore a wolf apart with his bare hands! He had never felt so anxious, so eager to release himself upon this beautiful woman—he felt all his energy concentrated in his urethra. He suddenly paused, pressing himself tightly against Wang Lan, letting out a deafening, beastly roar!

"Ugh—ah!"

His enormous penis pierced her small, tight vagina, reaching all the way to her cervix. Wang Lan felt a surge of heat rush into her uterus, impacting her uterine walls!

"Ah—," she cried out in agony! Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes.

The man's body convulsed, each convulsion releasing copious amounts of semen into the beautiful policewoman's uterus. With each convulsion, Wang Lan let out a desperate cry. In the silent night, Wang Lan's cries sounded exceptionally mournful… echoing through the night sky of Panjiayu.

The man, having ejaculated, slowly went limp, his weapon also softening, slowly sliding out of the policewoman's vagina. The man, having just ejaculated for the first time in his life, lay on his back, panting heavily. Wang Lan lay on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her vagina and labia feeling swollen and burning with pain. She felt fluid flowing from her vagina, down her thighs, calves, and feet, onto the floor. She desperately wanted to squat down to expel the semen, but she couldn't even move a finger.

She lay there, her whole body aching, wanting to stay there forever. She vaguely heard strange sounds behind her, like a man and woman having sex. She thought she was dreaming, even a nightmare. She imagined waking up the next morning to find it all gone, and she would happily walk through dusty Beijing to work, chat with colleagues returning from their shifts, try on her new police uniform in front of the mirror… But then a large hand reached out, grabbed her shoulders, and pulled her onto the kang, dragging her back into the real world.

That hand flipped her over, so she was lying on her back. Then that hand reached out and touched her face, her nose, her mouth, her slender neck, her breasts, her lower abdomen, her vulva… She no longer had the strength to resist… The hand lingered around her vulva for a while before touching her vaginal opening. She felt that her labia were indeed swollen. Then a rough finger, along with the slippery semen, slipped into her vagina and began to probe inside. Wang Lan felt extremely humiliated, yet sometimes the finger would probe certain spots, making her feel a tingling numbness all over her body. Gradually, she felt her vagina begin to secrete lubrication again.

The strange sounds became clearer, seemingly mixed with the moans of an old woman and a man.

The hand seemed encouraged, and then its owner climbed onto her.

Ma Quanxi found that the woman lying on her back was more encouraging to him, because he could reach out and touch the woman's breasts and belly. Touching the woman's body, his recently limp penis quickly became erect again. He roughly parted the woman's legs, finding the right spot without much effort this time. Although he noticed her vagina seemed narrower, the lubrication from his semen and vaginal fluids allowed him to easily possess Wang Lan again.

Wang Lan's swollen vagina was once again penetrated by the man's enormous penis. Despite the lubrication, the tearing pain was no less intense. She screamed miserably, just like the first time, while the man roared with pleasure. Her back was painfully pressed against the hard bed, her arms, bound behind her back, were numb again, her pubic bone was throbbing with pain from the man's thrusts, her injured breasts were again grabbed and played with by the man, she was fucked unconscious again, then the pain in her vagina and pubic bone brought her back to consciousness. She didn't know how much time had passed before the man began to convulse again, ejaculating on top of her once more. Once again, she felt her uterus filled with filthy semen. She wept helplessly, like any other raped woman.

The sounds on the ground ceased, replaced by the sounds of snoring. Her consciousness was already blurred, but the man, having just tasted a woman's touch, didn't let her go, especially since she was an exceptional woman. The man climbed on top of her again, pressing all his strength against her… She was raped once more.

She didn't know how many times this man raped her that night, how much semen he ejaculated into her uterus, until finally she completely lost consciousness during one of his ejaculations… That night, listening to the woman's cries emanating from Ma Hongying's house, all the men who had seen her face, if they had wives, would close their eyes and violently vent their desires on their wives, fantasizing that they were with that celestial woman. Those without wives would masturbate to her cries—even Ma Hongju, nearly seventy years old, secretly climbed into his son's west room, sending his three grandsons to the east room. While fantasizing about the woman from the daytime, he rubbed his aging penis against his daughter-in-law's vulva.

His son was away for years, and even he himself couldn't say whether his youngest son was among his three grandsons.

Years ago, he spent a fortune to buy his son's most beautiful daughter-in-law, and even now, more than ten years later, he's still proud that she's the prettiest woman in the village. But compared to this woman today, his daughter-in-law, with her rough skin, seems like an ugly monster.

That night, all the men in Panjiayu were as excited as on their wedding night—including the male livestock—they were also restless in their pens, chasing after the females and mating.

[The End]

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