【Autumn Festival】(Complete) 【Author: nyclwdy】

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Author: nyclwdy
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【Chapter 1】
"Knock, knock, knock..."
A rhythmic knocking sound interrupted my sweet dream. I slowly opened my eyes, and in the darkness came
the maid's soft voice: "Third Miss, are you awake? Today is the Autumn Festival, you need to get up early
to !"
My brain began to gradually awaken from its slumber. I pulled back the black eye mask covering my eyes, and through the gaps in the curtains blown by
the air conditioner bright sunlight occasionally flashed by. It was clear that it was the hottest time of day.
I slammed my head heavily into the pillow, and just as I closed my eyes, I heard the maid knocking again.
"Alright, I heard you!" I replied irritably. "What time is it?"
"It's 3 o'clock, Third Miss. Tonight's activities need to be prepared early, I suggest you..."
"Alright, I know. Go prepare some hot water, I'll be right there!" I interrupted the maid as
I got up and slipped on my slippers!
"Prepare? What's there to prepare for? Prepare to die?" I muttered to myself as I stood up and put on my
silk robe.
Yes, today is the beginning of autumn, but the heat is so intense that there's no sign of autumn's coolness. Perhaps this is what drives people crazy on
this day. On this day, people's restless hearts are completely ignited,
and the source of that ignition is—the Autumn Festival.
The Autumn Festival is a beautiful and romantic name. On this day, some go mad, some are sad,
and some die in pain or joy. Perhaps… when fervor reaches its peak, even death becomes a kind of
romance !
I don't know when it started, but on the day of the Autumn Festival, an event is held, a
carnival in which everyone participates. It's just that different social classes have their own circles of activity. I don't know
what this event is like in the circles of ordinary people, but in the upper circles, besides the necessary sacrifices and prayers,
it's the social activity that drives young men and women crazy.
Forget about socializing, it's just sex. On this day, men and women have no inhibitions, they can love whoever they
want, and go crazy until the next morning. But the highlight of the event isn't sex, but the midnight barbecue
party; that's the real spectacle that makes everyone drool with excitement, because those turned into barbecue are today
's offerings—and the offerings for the upper-class autumn festival are always—girls.
For girls, unmarried girls over 17, the offerings must be voluntary, without any
coercion or inducement, otherwise, it's said, they'll be punished by heaven.
I attended the Autumn Festival twice and witnessed the sacrifice being slaughtered. One was my high school classmate, a very
quiet girl. Because her mother was seriously ill, she volunteered to be a sacrifice to pray for her. When she was slaughtered,
she was like a charming lamb, her hands raised above her head, legs together, lying quietly on the altar.
Water droplets from the cleaning process still clung to her snow-white skin. Her face was slightly turned to one side, as the knife sliced open her entire abdomen from her chest
down . I was confused that time because the sound she made when she was disemboweled was like a groan,
as if the knife brought her pleasure rather than pain… Three hours later, someone brought me
some roasted meat. I remember that day very clearly; I was fucked by several boys—no, I should say several beasts—
until I almost lost all feeling from the waist down. One of the guys, I think he was the chairman of the Yihong Group… A
young man brought me a plate of roasted meat;
it must have been a part of Dandan's body. The young man personally cut it into pieces and fed it to me.
At , I felt a little reluctant, because while I was being fucked by these beasts, I kept seeing
Dandan being disemboweled.
I clearly remember that when Chef Feng put his hand into Dandan's body, Dandan looked at me and smiled slightly
. Then, with a few pulls from Chef Feng, a bunch of intestines and unidentifiable things came out.
Dandan on the platform also gagged, and then her body trembled like a fish just out of water before going
still .
Although I knew this piece of meat was part of my classmate's body, the delicious taste on my tongue and the encouragement from the young
man made me unable to resist taking a bite. A burst of juice and rich aroma made me
swallow the piece of meat in one gulp, almost choking. I find it funny just thinking about it…;
I went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the gentle stream of water wash over my long, black hair and snow-white
skin. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and felt the gentleness and violence of the water. Women, after all, are
contradictory creatures. They like this contradictory feeling. Yes, it's like a spear. Women are both afraid of it and
yearn for it. They are afraid that its ferocious appearance will hurt them, yet they yearn for it to violently pierce their bodies,
hoping it will end its torment quickly, yet they are also addicted to its violation. Occasionally, for a moment, I
seemed to understand a little bit of my eldest sister's painful yet intoxicated expression.
That was when I first attended the Autumn Festival. There were seven siblings in my family. I was the third oldest. My eldest sister was
three years older than me. My second sister was born to my stepmother. There were also two younger sisters and two younger brothers, who were my mother, my
stepmother, and my second aunt, respectively. My family held a relatively high position in upper-class circles, and we didn't have any particular requests,
so we didn't need to offer sacrifices.
However, the Autumn Festival wasn't just about roasting meat as offerings. According to regulations,
when the offerings for the Autumn Festival weren't enough to meet the needs, spare meat would be drawn from all the unmarried girls attending. Usually,
several girls would be drawn, but they weren't allowed to be drawn from the same family. Therefore, all girls over 18
had to participate in a lottery. However, according to the same regulations, girls who were legally married didn't need to participate in the lottery, and pregnant
girls could even be exempted from participating in the Autumn Festival activities.
That was my first time attending the Autumn Festival, but I was thoroughly exhausted. I finally understood
the jokes my classmates often made: they said, "We women are like beautiful phoenixes; we must endure at least three cycles of purgatory
before be reborn from the ashes.
" This meant that after three Autumn Festivals, if a girl was still alive, she would be 20 years old,
because at 20 she could legally marry, get pregnant, and then be spared the purgatory.
However, I see that some people seem to be so intoxicated by this kind of purgatory that they can't extricate themselves. They get married but refuse to have children,
and they go to endure the baptism of purgatory every autumn festival.
However, I also found it quite enjoyable. That time, when I was being forced onto the sofa and brutally violated, I saw the older woman through
the gaps . I knew she had been chosen as "spare meat," but even spare meat wasn't necessarily disposed of.
But that time, she was put on a processing table. I saw her kneeling on the table, with two
people standing behind her. There were too many people, so I couldn't see clearly who they were, but after a while, a look of pain appeared on her face
. She didn't scream. Actually, girls here receive this kind of education from a young age. We don't think death is
a terrible thing; on the contrary, it's a source of pride that our bodies can be enjoyed by others.
A girl's body is inherently... Men's toys and food exist in this world; women
are supposed to use their bodies to receive the semen ejaculated from men, to satisfy their taste buds with their flesh.
Actually, the older sister did a good job; she didn't scream, her face showing pain for a moment before turning to
ecstasy, until a metal rod emerged from her mouth… Later, when I saw the older sister again,
she was a memory in a photograph and the box lying on the bed. In the photograph, she was impaled on a piercing rod,
her body glistening with a reddish sheen, like a plump roast duck, but that time I didn't get to eat her flesh;
ever since I first ate human flesh at the Autumn Festival, I often… I regretted not having the men bring me
some of my older sister's roast meat...
I turned off the water and went into the bathroom. The maid had already prepared the enema equipment. She asked me, "Third
Miss, do you need me to help you clean up?"
I replied indifferently, "No need," and went into the bathroom. Sometimes I'm curious,
how has this woman survived until now? Although I know she's had a child, I don't know
how commoners celebrate their autumn festival. I've heard that they slaughter at least two dozen girls every autumn festival, and commoners don't
often have the chance to eat meat.
I was supposed to have the enema first and then take a shower, but my habit is that the first thing I do after waking up is... It involves taking a bath,
followed by an enema. An enema isn't strictly necessary, but everyone in our class does it. Who knows
what you might encounter at the Autumn Festival later? Something might be shoved into your anus. So
, cleaning your intestines beforehand is to avoid embarrassment later. Also, to prevent our intestinal walls from rupturing during slaughter and
spilling residue everywhere, we fast the night before, only drinking honey. If we weren't slaughtered,
the semen of those animals would be enough to fill me up. There are actually many such small details. For example, when used as spare meat,
oral sex isn't allowed for this reason. Last time I was used as spare meat, so I didn't get oral sex, but... When it
was my turn, I was on an empty stomach and had been fucked all night. I was completely exhausted by the end. I hadn't eaten meat the first time,
which was partly why I couldn't eat anything then...
I inserted the round head of the enema syringe into my anus, then sat on the toilet, sticking out my stomach and turning on
the enema syringe. As a cool sensation flowed into my rectum, my anus began to feel hot, and an
urge to defecate began to spread throughout my stomach. However, when the enema syringe was working, the top of the round head would open up, like an
anal plug, tightly blocking the anus. I wanted to go but couldn't. As more and more enema fluid was injected,
the pressure I felt increased, and that feeling of fullness and pressure... The feeling was driving me crazy. I tried to push
my stomach out , rubbing my abdomen repeatedly to alleviate the discomfort, but the enema machine showed no
mercy; it wouldn't stop until the 1000ml bottle of enema fluid was finished.
Finally, the buzzing of the machine stopped, and the immense pressure made me let out a heavy
burp. My stomach felt like it was churning, my anus was stretched wide and tightly shut. I rubbed
my stomach while fumbling for the flush button. As I pressed it, I heard
a hissing sound as air was released, the swollen head quickly contracted, and with a "pop," the enema fluid was expelled from my anus and into my intestines. The liquid
gushed out like a jet of water, and my stomach instantly flattened. "That feels better,"
I thought, squeezing my stomach as I bent over. Although I hadn't eaten dinner yesterday, there
was still . I sat on the toilet for a long time, holding it in until nothing more came out, before straightening up
and turning on the flush. A stream of warm water washed over my still-open anus,
cleaning away the remaining liquid. The sensation in my anus gradually subsided, but it still felt
warm. I filled another enema bottle and cleaned my intestines again, then changed the water.
Three bottles of cleansing solution ... After rinsing, I was completely clean inside and out. I stood up,
but I had squatted for too long and my legs had gone numb. I swung my legs against the wall for a while, struggling for quite some time before finally staggering
out of the bathroom.
I took another shower, dried myself off haphazardly, and stood in front of the mirror. Looking at myself, I saw
a small , fair skin, and a pair of large 34D breasts hanging like papayas on my chest. "These breasts would
look amazing if they were cut off and put on a plate. I wonder who would get them,"
a thought popped into my head. I suddenly realized what I was thinking, quickly shook my head, and told myself, "What are you thinking?
Get out of here!" "After leaving the bathroom and getting dressed, I went to my eldest sister's room again. Seeing her asleep
, I gently told her, 'Sister, I'm going to the Autumn Festival.' Then I quietly turned and left her
room. In a daze, I felt my eldest sister smile gently at me.
When I came downstairs, my second sister was already waiting for me. My second sister was already married, but not pregnant yet,
so she would also be attending with her husband. When she saw me come downstairs, she came over and pulled me, saying, 'Third sister, you look
so beautiful today. I just want to eat you up!' 'Come on, sister, last year when I was chosen as a backup,
who was crying there? Why do you want to betray your own family and eat me up this year just because you're getting married? Have you been
brainwashed ? Where is he?' I joked with my sister."
"He left first, a bunch of his cronies are waiting for him," my sister said as we walked out, arm in arm.
"Sigh, my brother-in-law's cronies really messed me up last year, and he was the most ruthless of them all, letting
them gang up on me from both ends." I rolled my eyes at my sister: "Which prostitute are you planning to hook up with this year?"
"Who knows? Who cares? Today, we're just doing what we want," my sister replied. We
chatted and laughed to the Autumn Festival venue. I took out my name tag from my bag; it was a bronze...
The small name tag had my name, social security number, and date of birth on it. I put it into the
small red box, which was used to retrieve spare meat. My sister also took out her name tag; hers was silver, which
meant was married and didn't need to put it in the box.
"I hope you can change to a silver tag next year," my sister said sadly. "Sis, don't jinx it.
Weijie and I have already decided. We'll register our marriage right after my birthday next year. Don't worry."
We chatted as we walked into the venue. Girls walked past us, some excited, some silent
. We bumped into a few female classmates and walked together. The further we went, the more uncomfortable I felt. I didn't know if
it was a bad premonition or the feeling my sister had given me, but I felt like I couldn't go back today.
The ceremony was rather uninteresting. This year there was only one offering, while last year there were three. The girl was someone I didn't
recognize ; she was quite pretty, but her figure wasn't particularly impressive—no bust, no butt.
We girls all pouted and muttered under our breath: "No barbecue today..." "Look at that
small frame, she's only good for soup. If we barbecue her, she'll definitely be too tough to chew..." "Ha, let's see
who gets the backup today. Hopefully, someone plump will satisfy everyone's appetite..."
Just then, Yezi suddenly wrapped her arm around my waist from the right and said, "Hehe, let's draw our Third Princess! With that
beautiful body, those beasts will drool!"
We girls always referred to the men at the Autumn Festival as "beasts" in private.
I was furious when I heard that. I tapped Yezi's head with my index finger and teased her, "
Get lost, you brat! If I draw your name, I'll go find Uncle Feng and get a knife. I'll personally cut you open, pull out your uterus
, and make sure you're still horny..." Suddenly, Xiaoyue hugged Yezi from behind, placed her right hand on Yezi's stomach
, and said happily, "Stop drawing lots, let's just kill Sister Yezi, okay? Look at that tiny waist, her
internal organs will drive the animals crazy!" "As she spoke, Yue'er used her fingers to make a knife gesture, gesturing on Ye Zi's belly through her clothes
;
while everyone was joking and laughing, the girls on stage had already begun drawing backups. Actually, drawing backups was quite
fair. There was a large transparent box, and all the brass name tags were poured in. A fan was turned on, and although
the name tags were said to be made of brass, they were actually just thin copper sheets. The strong wind would blow the copper sheets
flying around in the box. When the copper sheets started to fly evenly around in the box, the host would invite a person of high reputation
to the stage, and use a net-like object to scoop them into the box. The name tag that fell into the net was today's backup,
and the earlier it fell into the net..." The safer it is, the more names are called out, because the names are read in reverse order: those who fall in later are read first, and those who enter the net earlier are read last
. This order is the order in which the backups are slaughtered. Not every backup will be slaughtered; it depends on the number of
participants and the chef's decision. In the upper circle, tasting human flesh is not the main activity.
Everyone just takes a small bite. Few people will eat the meat in large quantities, as that would be considered a
disrespectful . Therefore, the upper circle generally does not use that many girls. Last time, my name was the fifth one
drawn, but that day, because there were three sacrifices, only two backup girls were used. The girls drawn after us
were just backups.
[Chapter Two]
The host began calling out names, and we all started to tense up. First, it wasn't me! We all breathed
a sigh of relief still not me? Great! Third, "Changsun Muxue!" Suddenly, all
eyes turned to me. I was stunned. How could it be me? How could it be me? Then
I heard … "Su Hongye!" I suddenly snapped out of it, turning to stare at Yezi. Yezi was also dumbfounded, her face pale
as she stared at me, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something. Seeing her expression, a taut rope in my heart
suddenly loosened. I felt relieved. It's only a matter of time. Even if girls in upper-class circles get
married, they might one day be slaughtered by their husbands' families. We've heard too many stories like this.
At least, on the day of the Autumn Festival, although they aren't sacrificed, if they are slaughtered and eaten at the event,
then the good fortune and blessings from the gods will be bestowed upon their direct blood relatives.
It's just that the effect of a sacrifice is better; the effect of a backup, while not as good, isn't much different
.
One of last year's sacrifices, Dandan, was He Jiaqi's fourth daughter. He Jiaqi owned the third-largest
logistics . Her mother suffered from an incurable disease... After Dandan's death, her mother miraculously recovered,
and He's Logistics jumped one place in the rankings within a year.
The Changsun family is also a prominent family here; the Changsun Group is one of the top three major economic entities.
The descendants of the Changsun family have always enjoyed extraordinary fortune and received divine blessings. As the third daughter of the Changsun family, I also
have a duty to pray for more good fortune for my parents and younger brother.
Three years after my eldest sister's death, my parents' health improved significantly, and my younger brother and I have become noticeably
luckier than before. This is all thanks to my sister; she transferred her luck and divine grace to us. If
today... If I were to use my lifelong fortune and divine grace to further bless my family's luck, then my parents, younger brother, and even
the eldest grandson's conglomerate under my father's control would all prosper. What am I hesitating for? If I were to be slaughtered and eaten by my husband's family
after , then it would truly be a wasted death.
After thinking it through, I actually felt a sliver of anticipation. The thought that flashed through my mind while I was showering that afternoon—
the image of a pair of breasts laid out on a plate, waiting to be tasted—flashed before my eyes again, and the corners of my mouth actually
curled up slightly. I let out a long breath, turned around, and lifted Yezi's chin. "Sweetie, want to compare whose body and
internal organs are sexier?"
Yezi finally recovered from her shock and slapped my hand away, saying, "I'm
behind , so maybe she won't need my body, just like you did last year!" "
At this moment, Xiaoyue'er, looking like she was enjoying the show, came over
. "There are fewer offerings this year, and more people. I think you're in for it, Sister Yezi, hehe." Yezi, annoyed
, grabbed Yue'er's nipple and twisted it hard. "You brat, Yue'er! I'll go find some livestock later and beat you to a pulp!
" Yue'er screamed from the sudden twist, grimacing and rubbing her chest. Seeing that the two were about to fight again, I quickly
pulled Yezi away. "Come on, come on, there are still a few hours left. A group of livestock is waiting for us!" I said,
pulling Yezi towards the entrance of the hall. My second sister chased after me, calling, "Xue'er, Xue'er, you..."
My second sister wanted to say something, but I didn't give her a chance, interrupting her: "Sister, just let me be crazy one more time
. Don't say anything trivial. Oh, and remember to collect my bones, I want a rose bone box."
With that, I turned and grabbed Yezi, leaving. Although my heart was resolute, I still saw a glint in my second sister's eyes,
like waves rising on the sea at sunset.
Yes, collecting her younger sister's bones must not be a pleasant thing. My second sister had done it once for my eldest sister, and she told me she was sad for many days
afterward .
Collecting bones is a custom of the Autumn Festival. During the Autumn Festival, only the flesh of girls is allowed to be eaten. Special people will
cut the flesh from the girls' bodies, but the bones of the girls are not allowed to be eaten, not even a little toe
bone . This is why it is said that the thin offering has nothing to eat. After the festival, they
collect the remains of each girl, along with her head. The remains were placed in an urn and returned to the girl's family. While placing the remains in the urn
, they pieced together the bones and applied makeup to the girl. Their makeup skills were superb;
the girl looked as beautiful as she had in life. Then, the head and remaining bones were placed in the urn, and
a polymer similar to crystal glue was injected into it. This polymer would protect the girl within,
preserving her beauty forever. After the autumn festival, there was a small ceremony where the family would carry
the girl home—always in their arms, never lifting or carrying her. This was a sign of respect for the girl, as if she
had simply played and gotten tired at the autumn festival. They would gently carry her home and place her on her bed. From then on, she seemed
to be asleep forever, resting peacefully in her room. If they missed her, they could talk to her anytime.
I whispered many secrets to my older sister… Lying on my bed, my body covered in roses; that
's the Rose Bones. My whole body is covered in beautiful roses. Besides being pretty, the Rose Bones has a
wonderful function: pre-recorded audio. The pre-recorded audio allows you to have simple conversations with your family,
making it seem as if she's still alive. Thinking of this, I suddenly remembered I forgot to tell my sister the password for recording the audio.
What should I do? Go back and find her? Forget it, she'll definitely guess the password, just
like my eldest sister; I'm too lazy to bother. I trust my second sister can handle it.
The main hall is the core area of the event. The cooking station is located in the middle of the back. I'll be
going up . Will I become a roasted pig skewered on a pole, a roasted fish lying on a plate, or
a live donkey tied to a rack? It all depends on the chef's mood and technique today. The main hall is packed with people. It's usually young people who move around
, because the older men are all gathered inside chatting. They neither participate in the young people's
activities nor pay attention to the cooking area; in fact, they deliberately avoid it because they
can't see it from their area. There's music playing there, not too loud, so it doesn't interfere with their conversations or gambling, but it also prevents
them from hearing the screams and shouts from this area. Maybe the girl making those noises is his
daughter , and my father is over there...
Daughter, father—that's not a topic here. "Only daughters who have been eaten or daughters who
have given birth are your own daughters; otherwise, who knows whose dinner table they'll end up on!" That's
a famous saying here. Fathers are almost completely uninvolved in their daughters' upbringing; daughters are like
pigs raised in the family's pigsty. Of course, that's a bit harsh.
The father loved his daughter, but before she was eaten or gave birth, she didn't
belong to him. Before having children, she could be eaten at any time, either at the autumn festival or at her husband's family's dinner table
. Only girls eaten at the autumn festival truly belonged to their fathers. Only then
could no one take the girl away from him. Of course, the same applied after she gave birth; she could no longer be
eaten by anyone. This was the moment when the father truly possessed his daughter. Therefore, the girls placed in ossuaries
would be held in their fathers' arms like treasures and taken home until their parents died. After that,
these ossuaries would be buried with their parents. At that time, this was a custom only found in the upper class. As for the common people, they didn't have
ossuaries. The girls were simply eaten like ribs, and the rest were thrown together. It was impossible
to tell whose bone it was; they were just thrown away haphazardly. Of course, this is just hearsay.
There was a wall between the upper class and the common people that no one could cross. What happened on the other side of the wall was all hearsay.
The most active people in the hall were those animals. Actually, they also had their own circles, each occupying
their own territory in groups. Of course, they would send out the best-looking person to ambush the girl at the entrance, and then
lead the girl they approved of to their territory. Whether the girl could survive depended on her own luck.
Of course, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Forced sex isn't allowed on site, and girls won't actually be fucked to death.
Of course, I've heard of accidents that have happened. There was a girl who was fucked like a fish out of water, foaming at the mouth,
her body bouncing uncontrollably on the table, and she eventually stopped breathing. Since then, there have been
emergency medical personnel at the event, and no girl has died from it. Not dying doesn't mean there's no pain. Sex is
pleasurable, but the extreme of pleasure is just pain. My first time was when I was taken home.
Not long after my first time, I was gang-raped by five men all night. That night, we used up a whole box of lubricant.
My stomach was filled with semen, and I vomited it all out. I lay in bed for a whole week before I could get up and walk. The second time,
it was my brother-in-law and seven others. I fucked them until I passed out. Plus, it was on an empty stomach that time. Although I ate a piece of meat in between,
I still couldn't hold on. In the end, my brother-in-law and his gang carried me home. For more than ten days, I was
incontinent and had to wear diapers.
[Chapter 3]
Upon reaching the entrance of the hall, we received two drinks. Every
girl , had to drink one to prevent pregnancy. I'd heard it not only prevented pregnancy but also had aphrodisiac
effects; every time I drank it, my period would stop for two months. Just as we entered the hall, a handsome young man stopped
us. "Miss, would you do me the honor of spending this beautiful evening with me?" The young man seemed very
refined . I glanced around and didn't see Weijie and his group, but this young man was acceptable. Before
I could even reply, Yezi had already smiled and placed her hand on mine, turning to me with a smile and saying, "
Xue'er , this is the last time, so make sure you enjoy it! Don't waste it!" It seems that the short walk we just took...
I'd already convinced her.
I replied irritably, "Go on, you little slut, let those animals fuck you until you're ripped off." Then
I started walking inside alone. A very burly boy stopped me: "Third Princess, I heard
your name was drawn! Come with us, we have lots of guys and great skills, I guarantee you won't feel the pain of being slaughtered
..." He said with a grin. I rolled my eyes at him. He was the second son of the chairman of the Liu's Real Estate Group,
nicknamed "Second Blackie." This guy was dark and strong, but not my type. However, it was true what he said;
he had a lot of people, a group of over a dozen guys hanging out with Second Blackie. He spends his days idly wandering the city,
riding his heavy motorcycle around arrogantly. I've heard this guy, Erheizi, is incredibly skilled. I wanted to refuse, but
then I thought about the dozen or so men. I didn't have much time, and the drug I drank was already taking effect.
A dozen men could definitely fuck me half to death in a short time. It was my last time having sex; how could I not
go all out? I was tempted again. Seeing that I didn't directly refuse, Erheizi grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his
area , saying, "Come on, Third Princess, we've been fantasizing about you for so long. If we don't play with you now,
we'll have to wait until the next life!"
"Wait, wait," I said, stopping him after he pulled me a couple of steps. He turned and looked at me suspiciously.
I took out my blindfold from my lunch break and told him, "I'm today's spare meat; I can't give you oral sex.
Also, I have a request. Agree and I'll go!"
"What are your requirements? Are you going to blindfold us?" Erheizi asked, looking at the blindfold in my hand. "I
want to wear this," I said, waving the blindfold around my neck. "You can fuck me, however you want,
but I don't want to know who's fucking me. I know a little about what kind of people you guys are, so I don't want to be disgusted.
I don't want to be disgusted to death by you guys before I'm slaughtered!"
Erheizi looked at me with a dark expression, and finally said, "Alright, alright, my third princess, since you're our
princess, we agree. But the rule about oral sex isn't absolute. We just won't ejaculate in your mouth."
I thought about it and realized he was right. I didn't like the feeling of having ejaculated into my mouth and then swallowing it. Maybe it was because I was filled up
too much the first time and had a psychological trauma. So I replied, "Okay, I agree. If anyone tries to take off my blindfold halfway through,
I'm not playing anymore."
"Okay," Erheizi agreed quite quickly this time, so I tightened the blindfold straps and put it over
my head , letting Erheizi pick me up and walk away. We hadn't gone far when a whistle blew from the side. Erheizi
put me down, helped me stand, and announced my request to everyone, which elicited another burst of laughter.
When a person's vision is blocked, other senses become particularly sensitive. Like now, I felt the air around me
was almost still, and the temperature seemed to rise slightly. I could hear breathing, swallowing,
and sniffling. You can imagine what it's like when a pack of drooling, menacing wolves quietly surrounds a
helpless sheep. That's what I felt at that moment, like a
sheep surrounded by wolves, with a hand reaching out from somewhere and tearing my... The shoulder straps were pulled down, and the zipper of my dress at the back was also undone. I
instinctively covered my chest, but two other hands grabbed my wrists, pulling my arms away from my chest
. The dress was pulled down, along with my bra. The moment the bra was ripped open, my breasts
suddenly sprang out. A pair of hands suddenly grabbed my breasts from behind, pinching and twisting my
nipples . A jolt of electricity spread from my nipples, and I couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm."
With his movements, I thrust my chest out and tilted my head back, displaying my 34D breasts with an
air The dress had already fallen to my waist, and two arms tightened around my body from behind. Someone then lifted my
legs, and I was lifted up in their arms. I let out a soft "ah~" With a soft, coquettish sound mixed with fear,
my shoes were taken off, then my dress was removed, and my lace panties were pulled off. A
voice excitedly shouted, "Ha, the Third Princess is already wet!" Then I felt the air being stirred up;
this pervert must have been spinning my panties around to show off to others.
"You beasts!" I cursed inwardly upon hearing the responses from those around me. Someone held my buttocks,
while another grabbed my waist from the other side. Each of them held one of my legs, spreading them apart
. I was thus held up by three people, my vulva and anus exposed to these beasts.
"Wow, the Third Princess's vagina is pink!" someone exclaimed, four fingers already touching
my labia and spreading them apart. I was both ashamed and angry, trying to contract my vaginal opening, but the writhing of my vaginal opening
only excited these beasts more. Someone even pounced on me, biting my genitals and
licking my vaginal opening with their tongue, circling it.
"Ah!..." A wave of electric-like pleasure surged up my spine and into my brain. I shuddered, my body
trembling, but the people holding me were holding me too tightly, so I only managed to twist a couple of times.
"Put the Third Princess on the table," Erheizi commanded.
I was lifted a couple of steps, a chill ran down my spine, and I was placed on a table. I twisted a couple of
times to make myself more comfortable, but my legs were spread apart, and Erheizi's voice came from above: "Third
Princess, let me fuck you to heaven." My classmates said that Erheizi's penis was thick and big, capable of tearing a person apart
, so they didn't like to have sex with him first. They would all be fucked by several men before Erheizi's turn
, so that their vaginas would be stretched open and able to easily swallow that big cock.
I always thought that was more of an exaggeration than reality, but when my legs—were spread apart by Erheizi—
I felt something hard... Something was pressing against me; it was hot, large, and round, and I realized
how terrifying it was.
Erheizi pressed harder and harder on my legs, and that hard, steel-ball-like thing
began to push into my vaginal opening. I tried to move my hips to get rid of this steel ball.
But my legs were held down tightly, and the movement of my hips turned into shaking my upper body. I
shouted , "Liu Erhei, be gentle, be gentle, don't break me... Liu Erhei, be gentle, it hurts, it hurts
..."
Perhaps Erheizi heard my voice trembling, or perhaps he was genuinely afraid that Chef Feng would
not , he slowly withdrew a little, and then began to push in again, but this time much more gently.
I was really surprised that Erheizi could be gentle when having sex with a woman, but even if he was gentle, it was only to get inside
me. After he thrust back and forth more than ten times, he pushed hard again, and I felt the pain of being torn apart. This
time, his penis finally went in, and my vagina was completely stretched open. My vaginal opening tightly wrapped around his penis.
Although it was painful, it was also very fulfilling.
"Ah..." I let out a long cry. Erheizi exerted himself again, and his penis finally slowly
squeezed deep into my vagina. I could even feel the bulging
veins on the surface of his penis against the vaginal walls. Erheizi slowly lifted his buttocks, pulling his penis out of my vagina. It felt like he was trying to
pull my soul out of my vagina. When the head of Erheizi's penis was almost out of the vaginal opening, he stopped, then
pushed it in again. This time, I heard a splash. My vagina,
under the combined effects of my body's instinctive reaction and the aphrodisiac I had just drunk, quickly secreted moisture, making it even easier for him to penetrate. The third time, the fourth time, each time
smoother than the last. I was dizzy from the repeated impacts, my cheeks burning. I didn't know if
the moans I made were from me or from the other girls around me. In short, the moans were deafening, indicating the activity
had reached its peak. I lay flat, my hands pulled above my head, and another thick penis was placed near my
lips, trying to rub against them before being inserted into my mouth. Lost in passion, I didn't care if I was already aroused,
and opened my mouth to let it in. Luckily, I still had a shred of reason and didn't dare let it shove down my throat. If I were to
stand on the counter with a hoarse voice, I'd definitely be laughed at. I simply held the penis in my mouth and
circled it with my tongue. Then, someone grabbed my breasts, one on each side. My nipples were already erect
. Oh, they were sucking on my breasts. At that moment, the pleasure of my vagina being forcefully penetrated…
the satisfaction of my buttocks being pounded… the tingling sensation of my breasts being sucked and my nipples being gently bitten… the humiliation of my mouth being fucked…
…The helplessness of having a thick, hard penis forced into my hands above my head…
All feelings intertwined, and this was the greatest joy the Autumn Festival could bring to a girl. I tightly closed
my eyes, which were covered by the blindfold, feeling the different sensations from different parts of my body. Yet, for some reason, I
was slowly overwhelmed by a sense of sorrow and humiliation: I—am the daughter of the chairman of the Changsun Group;
I—am a beautiful young girl with skin as smooth as jade; I yearn for the kind of
intoxicating Love... My body should only bloom for the one I love. I'd be willing to be a vessel for his semen,
to bear his attacks with my petite frame, to watch him enter me, to
release , instead of being manipulated by a bunch of lecherous bastards. My breasts should be
the gentlest haven for my beloved, or a delicious meal on his table, not being grabbed, bitten, and gnawed by these beasts.
But I'm powerless. I'm a girl, a girl chosen at the Autumn Festival. My body
will never have another chance. Holding the man I love most in my arms, I cursed this damned autumn festival and this
damned place. Just one more year, just one more year and I could wear a wedding dress, marry my groom, get pregnant,
and never have to participate in this damned event again. But the chance is gone. Today, the one who deserves to die is myself.
Not only am I being manipulated by these animals, but I also have to use my body to satisfy their mouths. Yes, they're all
animals . Everyone here isn't human; they're all animals. If all girls are going to be eaten, why
are you still talking about men and women? The naive love story between us made me believe it all, only to have me
devoured ...;
Without realizing it, I found the blindfold over my eyes was wet—those must be my tears.
The penis in my mouth was still swirling on my tongue, and the pleasure in my vagina was building up higher and higher. The person sucking on my right breast had released their grip,
only teasing my nipple, while my left breast was still being sucked. In an instant, my thoughts were pulled back to reality. I
was being fucked by a man. This might be the last time I, as a woman, am fucked by a man.
Why think about all that nonsense? I am a piece of meat, a piece of meat about to be slaughtered and eaten. Every part of my
body would make the person who gets it drool and savor it endlessly. Even if it's my intestines
or my cunt, thinking about this, a feeling of shyness welled up in my heart. I completely let go. Come fuck me, you
bunch of animals! This might be the most beautiful meat you've ever fucked and eaten in your lives! Come on—!
The penis in my mouth prevented me from making a sound; the pleasure accumulating in my body could only
be released through my nose. I grunted and twisted my body, the humiliation and resentment I had felt earlier dissipating with
each movement . "Ha...ha...ha..." The slightly salty penis was finally pulled
out of my mouth, jabbing hard into my throat as it did so, causing me to cough violently.
The guy who had been holding my hands while I was masturbating released me, and I quickly pulled my arms back. After all this time, my arms
were aching. A voice, tinged with flattery, said, "Second Brother, the Third Princess has another hole. Let the brothers
play with her too!"
My heart skipped a beat. By then, I was already aroused. Although I'd let go, I
'm usually rather cold towards men, so I don't usually show any desire for them.
Last year, my brother-in-law and his two partners made me ejaculate after a short while. For almost a year, I hadn't felt
that . The feeling of being sandwiched between two men was intoxicating; so, I decided to seduce
them Before Erheizi could reply, he was gripping my waist and slamming into my hips.
Using the force of his thrusts, I pushed my shoulders down, arching my back and chest, my nipples slipping from
the mouth . Although they couldn't see me through my blindfold, I still frowned and raised my chin,
letting out a long, trembling moan: "Ah..."
But Erheizi tightened his grip, his hands, which had only been holding my waist, now gripped it
tightly, lifting my buttocks and slamming them against him. Erheizi's
penis rubbed its thickest part against my G-spot, the glans hitting my cervix,
instantly sending electric shocks through my body. "Ah, ah... ah... ah..." I forgot about holding my voice and
screamed loudly. Erheizi's speed increased, his movements became more intense, and my screams grew louder.
A series of electric shocks surged through my consciousness, my flesh and breasts trembled from the impact, sending waves of flesh through my
body, a strange pleasure coursing through me. My lower abdomen felt a tingling, bloating sensation, and suddenly an uncontrollable urge to urinate rushed
to my head . My urethra loosened, and a gush of fluid broke through the blockage, spurting out.
"Ah ha!! The Third Princess has been fucked until she peed!!" Several excited screams came from the side. After urinating, I
was completely powerless, only able to respond with short, guttural syllables to
the impact of . Even after I sprayed him, Erheizi didn't stop, still holding my buttocks and thrusting hard. I could feel
his penis getting hotter and thicker. Just then, his glans seemed to explode inside my vagina. After
an even more intense series of impacts, he thrust hard against my cervix, spurting
hot liquid into me with throbbing movements. I could only arch my neck and tense my body, letting out a series of moans. He groaned
, then suddenly pulled out and thrust back in. With each thrust, I
shuddered from the heat of his spitting semen until his penis could no longer spew anything out. Only then did he pull out, repeatedly fucking
me as he did so. With a soft "pop," my vagina suddenly felt empty, and I, like a deflated
inflatable doll, slumped onto the table.
Erheizi left my body and seemed to squat down beside me again, pinching my right nipple. I let out
a weak "hmm," and Erheizi lifted my nipple and shook it back and forth, saying, "
How's ? Always so high and mighty, only willing to be fucked by Brother Hei when she's about to die. Regret that you didn't
get your pleasure sooner, huh? If you had followed Brother Hei earlier, you would have had your fill of pleasure long ago. Brothers, don't let Third Princess be idle, keep fucking her, the princess
doesn't have that much time to play with us." After saying that, he twisted my nipple hard again!
"Ah..." This time it wasn't a soft moan, but a cry of pain, but she no longer maintained her usual
aloofness: she said in a coquettish voice, "Brother Hei, you're so naughty! You're enjoying yourself and then you hurt me again, I won't let you play anymore...
" At this moment, someone picked me up and lifted me off the table, making me turn over and lie on
top of him. He chuckled and said, "It's okay, we won't let him play, we'll play." This person's voice reeked of
cigarette smoke, so he must have been a very lewd person. Luckily, I was blindfolded, so I wasn't disgusted.
As he spoke, he spread my legs apart. My buttocks were still tingling and weak at this moment. He
didn't care about what was flowing out of my vagina, reached down and grabbed his penis, aimed it at my vagina, and thrust his hips
upwards , his thick, hard penis piercing in;
"Ah..." I cried out again as a hard object pierced my empty vagina once more. I adjusted
my position, and the man beneath me began thrusting deeply. I subtly lowered my waist slightly
to make my buttocks stick out more. I was actually waiting for the opportunity; doing so would make it come faster.
Sure enough, someone couldn't resist seeing my raised buttocks and touched them. Although I
couldn't My favorite move was about to begin:
a hard penis pressed against my buttocks, sliding up and down, trying to find my anus. I absolutely loved this
move. Actually, the most exciting sex I'd ever had since losing my virginity was at last year's autumn festival, when my brother-in-law
and his gang of cronies played this "Double Dragon Exploration" game. At that time, he was just my soon-to-be brother-in-law. He
lifted me from the sofa and made me sit on one of his friends' seats. My
brother-in-law had me half-sitting up, lifting my legs, and making me watch as his penis entered my vagina from
the front . I looked down at a penis going in and out between my labia. He was fucking
my little cunt, and this is how a man fucks my little cunt. Oh… that double
impact , plus the thrusting of two penises inside me, made me ejaculate in no time. In fact,
I ejaculated several times during that sex; it was the most pleasurable ejaculation I've ever had. I was so turned on that I almost passed out before someone fed
me a piece of roasted meat to replenish my energy.
Now, that penis was pressing against my anus, which was already quite lubricated by his penis and vaginal secretions
. He started to thrust, and I propped myself up so I could relax my sphincter muscles.
Lying down like that, my anus couldn't relax at all.
"Oh...!" I let out a satisfied response from deep in my throat. He had finally penetrated me. His
penis wasn't very thick, about the size of a normal person's, but it was rather long. I could feel him drilling deep into my anus,
pulling out a little when he couldn't go any further, and then pushing it in again. I felt my intestines being stretched straight little by little.
His pubic hair finally touched my skin, a slightly itchy feeling. His penis wasn't fully inserted yet; I felt
it was already hitting the bend in my rectum. They both stopped moving. One touched my
buttocks on both sides, and the other wrapped his arms around my waist. Their two penises remained quietly in my two holes, separated by a
thin layer of flesh. I felt a little uncomfortable and twisted my buttocks. Then I heard someone shout: "One—two—
three, start!"
With that "start," the two beasts began to thrust wildly, as if they had been whipped. "Ah
—ah..." I screamed at the same time. My vagina and anus felt like they had been stun guns inserted into them.
A tingling, numbing sensation enveloped my entire buttocks!
"Ah—ah—" I could no longer maintain my posture and collapsed onto the man's chest below.
[Chapter 4]
At first, both penises were thrusting in together, but then one went in and the other went out. I stiffened my neck, my whole body
trembling. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh, my grunts, and the squelching sounds coming from some unknown hole mingled together.
Within minutes, I ejaculated again, my lower body soaked, but it didn't stop them from fucking
me hard. Someone came over and lifted my upper body, saying something, but the waves
of tingling made me not hear what he was saying. He actually straddled me, cupping my breasts with both hands and squeezing them together. I
felt a penis sandwiched between my breasts, and that penis started to move up and down. Then someone else moved my
head, and a hard penis was shoved into my mouth. His pubic hair was so thick it almost blocked my nostrils.
Then another guy came over and pulled my right hand onto his penis, and another guy did the same with my
left hand. Well, now, six men were playing with me at the same time. I was already half-conscious from all the stimulation, my waist...
My legs ached terribly, and by the end, my arms, breasts, face, and neck were all soaked and sticky with his semen.
Both my holes were filled, and it was overflowing. This round of men finally finished, and then more
pounced on me, wave after wave. I lost count of how many men had fucked me. My vagina and anus were throbbing with
pain, and my whole body felt weak and boneless. I must have had too much lactic acid. "
Is this meat tasty?" I wondered to myself. Then Erheizi pounced on me again. I knew it was him just by the feeling in my vagina.
This was the third time he'd fucked me. I lay flat, letting this beast ravage my body.
Just as I was about to suffocate from being fucked, I vaguely heard someone say beside me, "Third Miss, it's your turn
..."
Those words were like a bolt of lightning, snapping me back to reality. My turn?
So soon? Was it my turn to be slaughtered? For some reason, this thought flashed through my mind, and I
couldn't hold back, so I ejaculated again. After I finished, I felt my teeth chattering, and I stammered,
"Okay...okay, I...I...I'll be right there."
The voice then said, "Erheizi, look what you've done to Miss San. Pull up your pants and
bring Miss San up to me." After saying that, I heard the sound of footsteps walking away. This time I recognized it as
Uncle Feng's voice.
Uncle Feng is the executive chef of Piaoxiang Restaurant and a regular customer of my house. I have often eaten his cooking since I was a child. Uncle Feng
is also the head chef of the annual Autumn Festival. Usually, the girls are slaughtered and processed by him and his assistant, Chef Liu.
Erheizi thrust into me a few more times, seemingly unwilling to give up, but these thrusts caused me excruciating pain, making me gasp for breath.
My vagina had somehow dried up; perhaps Erheizi was also getting tired of it, because he pulled his penis out.
Then there was the sound of clothes being put on. Erheizi mumbled something, then came over, picked me up,
and carried me outside. He led me to a platform and said, "Uncle Feng, the person has been brought to you." He then
placed me on a nearby board. "I'm leaving now, it's nothing else."
"What's the rush? Help Miss San relax a bit more later. You've gone all the way, don't you know?" Uncle Feng's
tone was lecturing.
I pulled down my blindfold, rubbed my eyes, and it took a while for my vision to clear. I was sitting naked
on a table. On the barbecue grill in front of me, two girls were slowly rotating, dressed in
their
underwear. One girl was probably the first one hung up; her skin had turned a bright red. The other hadn't been hanging up for long; she still seemed alive, her eyelashes still fluttering. On the other side, Erheizi was wearing plaid boxer briefs, shirtless
but wearing a suit jacket. I was staring at Uncle Feng with a dark expression. Uncle Feng was wearing a chef's uniform
with a leather apron over it, his head was bald, and he was staring at Erheizi with a mocking look. But my
gaze was drawn to something else.
I noticed a few wet, shiny lines on his apron, which must have been traces left by some liquid.
Suddenly, my mind went blank. It was blood, it had to be blood. It was
the blood . The girl on the barbecue grill had her stomach cut open, and the blood must have sprayed out when she was gutted. Would my
blood also flow onto this apron later? Why would my blood flow out? ...I'm going to be killed...
I'm going to be roasted...I'm going to die...;
My head was spinning, my vision was blurring, and
everything
in front of me was becoming indistinct. In my daze, I could only hear them saying something, but I couldn't make out what they were saying until I heard a "bang," like someone had thrown something like a basin next to me. I was so frightened that I shuddered and my mind started racing.
My eyes began to focus again. I saw Erheizi stumble and take two steps to the side, and Uncle Feng pulled back
his foot. It was clear that Uncle Feng had bumped into Erheizi from behind. Then I saw the thing that had fallen in front of me—
a stainless steel basin. Maybe Erheizi had thrown the basin at my feet, and Uncle Feng had angrily bumped into
him from behind. But...a basin? What was in the basin? Suddenly, it dawned on me—internal organs. It was
for my internal organs... Thinking of this, a chill ran down my spine, and I couldn't help but tremble. The trembling got worse and worse until
I was completely shaking.
A pair of gentle arms embraced my body from behind, one hand stroking my shoulder.
I heard , "Xue'er, don't be afraid, Xue'er, don't be afraid, your sister is here with you, Xue'er, don't be afraid..."
As my second sister stroked me, I gradually calmed down, but my body was still stiff and tense. I didn't notice that
Uncle Feng gave my second sister a look. My second sister then helped me lie back. The table was long, and my second sister sat down
on it , leaning against me, letting me lie in her arms. Uncle Feng came over and covered me with a
long bath towel. The towel seemed to have been soaked in hot water, and it felt warm and comfortable on my body. My second sister's hand gently caressed my body through
the bath towel , which felt very comfortable. Her voice whispered softly in my ear, recounting our
past embarrassing stories, which made me feel very comfortable as well. Gradually, my tense body relaxed. The bath
towel slowly cooled down, and my second sister simply used it to dry my body, feeling
as pleasant as taking a bath in the bathroom when I was a child.
Then, the now-cooled bath towel was picked up, and a warm, damp towel was placed on my chest,
covering my breasts, while another towel covered my genitals. A large hand reached
between my legs, slowly rubbing. My second sister's left hand touched my cheek, making me turn my face to look at her.
Only then clearly see the sadness suppressed by her smile on my second sister's delicate face, and the tears still clinging to her eyelashes.
A wave of emotion washed over me. I moved, raised my right hand, and tapped my second sister's nose, pouting as I said, "Sister, you're really not as
pretty as me when you cry." My second sister laughed at my words, but in her smile, I saw another tear roll down her
cheek. My lower body, being rubbed, also became aroused, and I let out a soft groan. Seeing that I was
aroused again, my second sister simply pulled my head into her arms, burying my face between her breasts, inhaling the fragrance of her
body and the faint scent of semen. I closed my eyes, and my sister used her body to block my view,
relieving me of the visual torment. I also reached out and hugged my sister tightly.
The towel under my lower body was removed, and I could feel a cool breeze brushing against my genitals. My legs were spread apart again, and
my vagina was invaded once more. This time, it wasn't a man, but a round, granular cylindrical object.
Of course I knew what it was; it was the condom at the tip of the piercing rod. Tears welled up in my eyes.
What was coming was inevitable.
My sister probably felt my tears and nuzzled me with her chest, whispering, "Xue'er, don't be afraid. It'll
pass soon. Aren't you strong? Look at our eldest sister, she's not afraid. Xue'er, don't be afraid either. I'm with
you." As she spoke, she tightened her embrace on my right hand, which I was holding down. I hugged my sister tightly,
burying in her chest.
Just then, someone pressed down on my stomach, and a warm knife tip pressed against it. I guessed Uncle Feng had scalded it with
hot water . I breathed heavily, but Uncle Feng suddenly said, "Third Princess,
where did that boy you're engaged to go today?" "Huh?" Uncle Feng's question made me realize that I hadn't seen
Weijie even come to see me off at this hour..." "Oh, by the way, isn't the second son of the Su family
your good friend?" Uncle Feng asked again. "Yes...yes, what's wrong?" "I don't know why Uncle Feng is
asking these questions," she just told me, "she wants to eat your uterus." Uncle Feng chuckled. "What? She dares to say
that Just wait and see... Ah..." I was about to get angry when the tip of the knife pressed against my stomach suddenly pierced in.
A sharp pain made me scream, and two hands pressed down hard on my calves to stop me from kicking. The knife
didn't stop after it went in; it continued to cut down along the midline of my stomach. My sister
held calling out, "Xue'er, Xue'er..." It hurt so much! The knife cut open my stomach, and I could feel the tearing pain
as the knife moved downwards. The intense pain made my body tense up; I couldn't breathe. I was hunched over,
like a fish out of water, my tense body as if trying to squeeze out the last bit of air. I tilted my head back,
trying to move the arm pinning me down, but my sister held me tightly. I could feel the knife tip piercing
my internal organs , but I didn't know if it was my imagination or not. My left hand, pinned beneath my sister, pounded against the table, but
it didn't lessen the pain even slightly. My legs, held down by my sister
, kicked desperately, but I couldn't break free. My calves were starting to cramp. I tensed my body, trying to stop the knife... The knife continued cutting,
but how could a girl's soft abdomen withstand the sharp metal blade? It cut all the way to the bottom, and as it left,
I lost control of my bladder. "It hurts...it hurts...Sister, it hurts so much..." I murmured, gasping for breath. As
my stomach was ripped open, a pain I couldn't even identify completely overwhelmed my body. I felt
waves cold air blowing into me. My sister stroked my hair, "Xue'er, just bear with it, just bear with it,
sweet Xue'er, hang in there..." "Ah...ha...ha...ha..." My wound was being pulled,
making me gasp for breath in pain. "Third Princess, don't move! I'll stop the bleeding," Uncle Feng's voice sounded icy.
I endured the pain of my wound being turned, my teeth chattering, tears streaming down my face like a burst dam. "Ah
..." I felt my stomach being ripped open again, another wave of muscle-pulling sensation bringing a suffocating
pain. Through my tears, I saw Uncle Feng holding out a string of bloody stuff, like a wad of used
plastic wrap. I sobbed, "That must be my omentum."
"Waaah... Sister, let me die already, waaah... Sister, I, I can't take it anymore... waaah...
" "Don't be afraid, little sister, don't be afraid, it'll be over soon, just a little longer, don't be afraid..." My sister
patted my shoulder gently, her voice also choked with sobs as she tried to reassure me.
"Hiss..." I gasped again as the wound on my stomach was reopened. Then, a tingling, electric-like sensation shot through
my pelvic cavity . My vagina was being gripped and
rubbed against the rod that was already inside. Strangely enough, as this indescribable pleasure from deep within my vagina climbed up my spine to my brain,
I felt like I was being electrocuted. My back arched high. I felt the rod inside my vagina
rotating, and the hand inside my stomach gripping my vagina tightly, stroking the rod back and forth.
Waves of tingling sensations assaulted my mind. Apart from the occasional tearing sensation on my stomach and
the feeling of my internal organs being pulled inside, I couldn't feel any pain anymore. My whole body was overwhelmed by this pleasure, and my mind was blank.
Of course, I could also feel the urge to urinate growing stronger, but unlike before, there was no feeling of fullness.
"Mmm...mmm..." I actually groaned in my sister's arms. I kept my eyes tightly closed
, thinking that I was still being fucked by a group of men, and that everything I had just experienced was just a nightmare. But
a soft splashing sound and then dry heaving woke me up suddenly. Something had been pulled
out of my body by Uncle Feng, leaving me feeling empty inside. I glanced at Uncle Feng beside me and saw that he
was holding a large, bloody mass in his hands. I didn't understand at first, then I looked up at him and saw that he had relaxed
his grip on me. My second sister, her face streaked with tears, stared intently at what Uncle Feng was holding. A wave of sorrow
welled up from deep within her nostrils and into her eyes. I understood—it was my intestines. Uncle Feng had already ripped my body out.
In despair, I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and rested my head on my second sister's arm again. At that moment, many thoughts flooded my mind: I thought of
our childhood, of the three of us sisters jumping rope together, of us playing hide-and-seek at home with our younger siblings, of my second sister and I
secretly hiding behind bushes to watch my older sister on her date, of me fighting with a group of boys at school, of my date with Weijie on
the rooftop, of... Making love in the room…
But now, I'm just a piece of meat to be slaughtered. And I've already been disemboweled,
my internal organs removed. What awaits me is the same fate as those two girls. The piercing rod is already inside me,
just still in a loop. My second sister, who's with me, can only watch me slowly die, be carried to the grill, and become
a piece of meat on a plate. In the end, all that might be left is a pile of bones in the rose-shaped bone box
…
Thinking of the rose-shaped bone box, I suddenly remembered I hadn't told my second sister the password, and hurriedly tried to tell her. But
when I opened my mouth, I found I couldn't make a sound. I couldn't muster enough strength to produce a sound. Each
effort brought a sharp pain to the gash in my stomach; I simply couldn't breathe. My second sister probably noticed my distress and
leaned down, pressing her ear to my mouth. I could only manage faint sounds with my lips. She
repeated each word carefully: "The...password...is...a...game...to...help...you...write
...a...story." Hearing her accurately repeat my words, I forced a smile and closed my eyes.
"Xue'er... little sister..." my second sister whispered. She stroked my face and patted it gently. "
Sleep, sweet little sister, sleep, big sister is holding you, sleep." Hearing my sister's whispers, it felt like I was back in
my childhood . But how could I fall asleep? Although the pain had lessened considerably, there was still a rotating
rod inside my vagina, and the urge to urinate was growing stronger. Then, the hand that had been gripping my vagina loosened, and my vagina felt a
sense of relief. But then it grabbed my bladder and squeezed hard. "Ah..." I cried out softly again, but still
no sound came out. However, the urge to urinate suddenly gushed out. This time, I urinated
with great . It felt like my last bit of strength was expelled with the urine. I felt like I couldn't lift a finger,
or even turn my eyes. I felt like I had lost the strength to breathe.
In a daze, I heard Uncle Feng say, "Second Miss, you can go now." …“My second sister answered firmly, “I won’t
leave. I want to stay with Xue’er until the very end…” That’s my second sister, such a stubborn person!
With a splash, a bucket of hot water was poured over my body, but I heard my second sister say, “Thank you, Uncle Feng
.” I immediately understood. Slaughtered animals are covered in blood and grime, and usually just a quick rinse with a hose is enough.
But Uncle Feng, perhaps out of consideration for my second sister, didn’t use a hose—there was cold water there—but hot water to
wash .
As my body was dried, the penis inside my vagina began to rotate rapidly, swelling as it rotated.
I was too weak to resist it by clenching my vagina, so I could only let it stretch my
vagina open. A sharp, hard object protruded from its tip—it was a piercing needle—but
it stopped when it touched my cervix. I didn’t know what it was for, but I let it be. I just wanted it all
to end quickly…
I felt my uterus being grasped, but this time there was no excitement like before. The person
was just moving my uterus up and down. I could feel the sharp, solid object sliding across my cervix, and then
with a downward push, the sharp cone was forced out of the cervix. It turned out the person was just trying to fit the uterus
onto the puncture rod.
The hand gripped the uterus, and the puncture rod pushed in again. When the cervix was stretched open, there was another tearing pain,
but I had no strength to move an inch. I wondered if childbirth was like this for women. The puncture rod went
in a little further and stopped. The sheath, now separated into two pieces, was pulled back out. The protruding bumps rubbed against the vaginal
opening without any excitement, only a burning pain. They had become as thick as a forearm, wrapped around the puncture rod
. As they left the vaginal opening, the vaginal opening closed up, and I… I could imagine it like a small mouth holding
a metal rod. I tried to twist my waist and adjust my hips, but I couldn't move. I really had
no strength left. Okay, come on, pierce me and end this, I thought to myself.
The piercing rod in my vagina started moving again, inch by inch, gradually opening the tightly closed cervix.
With pain, tears streamed down my cheeks again. It had reached the bottom of the uterus, the sharp head
piercing the uterine wall, and my uterus was still stubbornly resisting, until the tip completely pierced the entire uterine wall
and tore the wound. The excruciating pain in my uterus made me break out in a cold sweat, my teeth clenched so tightly they were grinding, but my legs
could only tremble slightly.
In my daze, I heard my second sister's voice: "Uncle Feng, please, Xue'er, you've watched her grow up since she was little,
please help her!" "Sigh..." I heard Uncle Feng sigh: "Get out of the way!" "Second Sister moved aside
, but still held me. 'Third Princess, I'm sorry,' Uncle Feng said, grabbing my left breast and
pulling it to the right, then saying, 'You can't tell like this.' Then I felt
something like a long needle pierce my left nipple, followed by a sharp pain in my heart.
It hurt so much, much more than being disemboweled. The immense pain made me struggle, and I slowly floated up
. I looked back in confusion. Below me was a long, dark brown table. A beautiful girl was lying
among several people. Her stomach had been cut open, the wound running from below her chest to her genitals. Her milky-white
belly was split open, revealing buttery-colored fat underneath. Inside her stomach was a long,
metallic rod that was still moving forward. Behind her stood a man, presumably the
one operating the rod. It was this man who had pressed down on the girl's legs." A man holding the girl's beautiful uterus was using his hand to attach it to
the puncture rod.
To the girl's right stood a man in a leather apron, one hand grasping the girl's left breast, the other
holding a very thin barbecue needle. It was this barbecue needle that pierced the girl's nipple, penetrated her high
breast, and pierced her heart.
To the girl's left was a woman half-squatting, wearing a shirt that was obviously too big
for her, the man's shirt was unknown. Her left hand held the girl's left hand, her right arm was under the girl's head, but her hand was tightly
holding the girl's right shoulder. Her forehead was pressed against the girl's left shoulder, as if she was sobbing softly.
The girl's body was eventually pierced by the piercing rod. Two men busied themselves positioning her arms and legs, binding them
to the rod, inserting a stopper into her anus, and washing her with water. They then lifted the girl from
the rod , but the woman squatting nearby stopped them. She said something to them, and the two
men lowered the piercing rod, turning the girl face down. The woman used her hands as a comb to
tidy disheveled hair, finally taking her own hair tie and tying it into a simple bun.
The girl was eventually carried away and placed on an electric grill. The machine slowly rotated her. I
saw her face—a very familiar face, but I couldn't remember who she was. She must be someone I knew well. At that moment,
another girl was placed on that dark table…
…
[Postscript]
After pressing Enter for the last time, I straightened my aching back and looked at the falling snow outside the window. I had finally fulfilled my
third sister's last wish, writing this story from her perspective. When my eldest sister passed away, I
didn't even have time to say goodbye, but this younger sister, Xue'er, spent her short life in my arms.
More than five months have passed, but looking back, it all feels like it just happened. To this day, I
can still feel Xue'er's tears rolling down my breasts, feel her helpless trembling in my arms,
and seem to still smell the blood from when she was disemboweled. Neither Uncle Feng nor I have ever told anyone what happened to Xue'er in the end.
How did she die? Because girls were absolutely not allowed to be killed beforehand during the Autumn Festival, I
gave Uncle Feng 200,000 yuan afterward to thank him .
Actually, when Xue'er was chosen that day, I secretly asked Uncle Feng if it was possible for Xue'er to be used.
Uncle Feng told me that six girls were going to be used that day, and Xue'er couldn't possibly escape. So I notified the butler,
who, along with the servants and the rose bone box that Xue'er wanted, waited outside the venue. We collected Xue'er's remains immediately
and held a soul-summoning ceremony. Before the Autumn Festival was over, Xue'er had already returned to
her bed. She was carried back by her father, but she could never wake up again and call me "sister"...
For so many days, I would visit her from time to time, talk to her, or listen to her talk. Xue'er probably
already sensed that this day would come. She left many scenes on her computer, and she recorded
all . All of these were imported into the bone box. Looking at her lying in the crystal, her smiling face surrounded by roses,
I really didn't want to treat her as a lifeless corpse.
To fulfill Xue'er's last wish, after finishing this article, I found Erheizi and paid him with a night
to recount Xue'er's final experience in detail. After listening to Erheizi's story, I wanted to tear
him to pieces, so I told my husband about it. The next day, Erheizi was seriously injured and hospitalized...
In seven months, the new Autumn Festival will be held. Having witnessed my sister die in my arms, I have
completely lost interest in such events. After the Autumn Festival, once my period returns, my husband and I will
decide to have a child. Touching my belly where a little life has already been planted, I hope that you will not be a girl again.
Your aunt's experience has already given me months of nightmares, and I must not let these experiences happen
to .

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