Arbor Day

It was a joyous Arbor Day party, and we fifteen girls were brought along as entertainment.

At the party, each of us was raped at least ten times. Now the party was over, our main task was complete, and only one last task remained: to contribute our bodies to the tree planting.

I obediently followed the administrator's orders, sitting on the ground with my legs stretched as straight as possible, tightly pressed together, my arms and upper body leaning forward, pressed tightly against my thighs, and my hands reaching forward to grab my ankles. My legs were stretched taut by myself, like a diver's bent-over position. Long-term training had given me good flexibility, so maintaining this position for a short while wasn't uncomfortable, but anyone would find it unbearable after a while. My thighs and buttocks were pressed against the sun-baked, scorching earth, and the semen from the men flowing from my vagina mixed with the sand on the ground, sticking to my thighs, feeling sticky and uncomfortable. All fifteen of us girls were ordered to pose like me. A man approached with a bottle of super glue and began applying it to my hands, arms, and thighs, sticking my hands and feet together, then my stomach and thighs, and my face to my calves. A few seconds later, I tried to move my body, but couldn't budge. My limbs and body were firmly glued together, only my toes could move slightly. As time went on, I couldn't take it anymore; I was short of breath, and the ligaments in my legs and back began to ache. I knew this was our final end when we set out, but I never imagined my death would be so humiliating. First, I was raped by more than ten men; their filthy semen was still inside me. Then, I was to die in such a painful way. My heart was filled with humiliation; I felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. But because of brainwashing, I couldn't disobey the men's orders; I could only obey unconditionally. No matter how unwilling I was, no matter how much pain I endured, even if it meant death, we could only silently accept it and pretend to be very happy and excited. But in truth, I didn't know how I would die, nor what unimaginable pain I would endure. Someone turned me over, so I lay on my back with my legs up. I tried to move, but due to the instability of my back, I rolled over and landed on my side. Through the gap between my legs, I could see what lay ahead. There was a row of a dozen or so pits, and all the girls were positioned like me, lying haphazardly around the edge. Two men were lifting a girl upright, head down, and lowering her into the pit. The pit wasn't large; once the girl was placed in, it was almost completely filled, with only a small patch of her buttocks, about an inch high, sticking out. This included her genitals and a small portion of her buttocks.

Another man brought a cartload of lime and began using a shovel to fill the gaps around the girl with lime.

Immediately, lime dust billowed up, and the girl in the pit coughed deeply, her cries punctuated by pain. The pit was quickly filled, drowning out her screams. All that could be seen was the frantic twitching of her buttocks and genitals. I imagined her agony: her breathing was already labored, and now the lime blocked her mouth and nose. Simultaneously, the lime's intense corrosiveness burned her eyes, skin, and respiratory tract. Being buried alive was slowly killing her. The fear was unimaginable; an overwhelming dread rose within me. I knew that in a moment I would be killed in the same way. Another man approached the buried girl with a sapling nail, gesturing as he prepared to insert it into her body.

The sapling nail was a large, nail-shaped object, its outer shell made from crushed waste mixed with adhesive, about the length and thickness of my arm, six or seven centimeters in diameter. The seed was buried within the nail, inserted into our corpses. As our bodies decomposed, they reacted with the lime in the pit, producing water that seeped into and dissolved the outer shell. Our decaying corpses became excellent fertilizer for the saplings.

The girl buried alive was still writhing in pain, her genital muscles twitching and opening and closing. Her labia majora were wide open, revealing the tender pink labia minora and vaginal opening, struggling to open and close as if trying to breathe fresh air. The man inserted the sapling nail into the girl's wide-open vagina, pushing it down forcefully. The nail went in about half a foot deep, then he pushed it down a few more times, but couldn't go any further. He turned and picked up the sledgehammer on the ground, smashing it hard on the tip of the sapling. In just a few blows, the sapling was driven into the girl's body, with only a small section protruding about an inch from her vagina. The men worked quickly, planting about ten girls in just half an hour.

Now, two men walked towards me, and my heart clenched. I knew it was my turn. A man flipped me over, pulling my legs and moving me to the edge of the pit. I struggled desperately, but the glue had already firmly secured my limbs. My back rubbed against the rough ground, causing excruciating pain. I knew my back must have been cut. I gasped for breath, trying to inhale as much air as possible. The man inserted two fingers into my vagina, and my vaginal muscles reflexively gripped his fingers tightly. It felt like being penetrated by a penis; a sensation of penetration mixed with the fear of being killed surged through my heart and uterus, and I ejaculated a large gush of vaginal fluid. The slippery fluid made it impossible for his hand to grip my vaginal canal, so he forcefully pushed his fingers into my vagina again. I felt the tearing pain of my vagina being stretched to its limit.

His fingers gripped my vaginal canal tightly, and he pushed my body forward forcefully, causing me to slide headfirst, hands and feet down, buttocks up into the pit. My feet touched the bottom of the pit. My legs were long, and my figure was very well-proportioned; my legs were about a foot longer than my body, so my head couldn't touch the bottom. Dry soil and gravel swirled up, and I gasped for breath. Except for my fingers and toes, I couldn't move a single muscle. I could only wait in despair for the final, agonizing end. The soil was blown up by my breath and inhaled into my lungs, and I started coughing. My

contorted body made it difficult to breathe and cough properly; it was excruciating.

I vaguely heard the man from before say, "This chick has a really nice figure, and her vagina is especially strong. Why didn't you fuck her earlier?"

Another man said, "This one's the prettiest of all the chicks. I'll fuck her after we're buried. You've never experienced anything like it; it's much better than usual."

I cursed silently in my heart, thinking about the pain and rape I was about to suffer, and I began to cry. Tears streamed down my face.

This inverted, bent-over position will be my final posture. I will be buried alive, die, necrophiliac, nailed with tree seeds, and finally rot away. This position allows me to clearly see my own genitals. I hadn't paid attention to what my genitals looked like before, but now that I'm dying, I finally have time to look at them closely.

Although I've been with many men, my labia majora are slightly brownish, but they are still tightly closed, revealing tender labia minora in the middle, a pale pink. I know this won't last long; soon they will turn a deathly gray, the color of death, and then rot away, becoming food for flies and maggots, fertilizer for saplings. In the end, nothing will be left but bones. The man walked to the edge of my pit, looking down at me. I knew that in my current position, my genitals were completely exposed to his view. He stepped on my buttocks and inserted the tip of his shoe into my vagina, forcefully stomping and twisting.

My breathing, which had just calmed down, became erratic again; he hurt me. I struggled and twisted my body, moaning and groaning, fantasizing about being fucked by a man in my mind. My vagina involuntarily contracted, trying to clamp down on the toe of his shoe.

He twisted it a few more times and lifted his foot. I saw that the front half of his shoe was clean inside my vagina, covered with my semen, shiny as if it had just been polished.

I took a deep breath, held it, and awaited the final moment. A large shovelful of lime was poured into the gap between my body and the pit wall. Lime powder flew up and got into my nose, mouth, and eyes. I held my breath forcefully to avoid inhaling the lime powder, trying my best to prolong my life a little longer.

I knew very well that this would only increase my suffering, but the instinct for survival made me persevere and endure... Several more shovelfuls were poured in, almost filling the pit. My head and body were buried, with only my buttocks and genitals still sticking out of the pit. I slowly exhaled air from my lungs, but the lime blocked my mouth and nose, allowing only a little air to seep into the lime. I knew this was my last breath; I would never breathe sweet air again. A few seconds passed, feeling like hours, and my lungs began to ache as if being pricked with needles, the pain growing stronger and stronger, almost as if they were about to burst. I endured it with all my might; I knew I couldn't inhale, because if I did, the lime would enter my nose and lungs. A few seconds later, I couldn't bear it any longer. I thought, "That's enough, I shouldn't suffer anymore. I might as well die; then it will all be over soon." I gave up struggling and exhaled the last breath of air from my lungs, knowing it was impossible to inhale another. I wanted to die immediately, to end this unbearable pain, but my body refused to die, making a final, futile struggle. Involuntarily, I opened my mouth wide, trying to inhale fresh air.

Lime immediately filled in, filling my nose, mouth, and eyes, irritating the mucous membranes of my eyes and mouth.

There was no fresh air; instead, excruciating pain came from my eyes, throat, respiratory tract, and chest cavity—caused by the lime burning my eyes, mouth, lungs, and respiratory tract. The pain spread from my lungs throughout my body. I tried to struggle involuntarily, but my arms, thighs, and upper body were tightly buried in lime, unable to move. Only the muscles in my abdomen could move. I desperately contracted my abdominal muscles, trying to create a gap between my body and the pit wall to let air in. Only more lime was inhaled into my lungs. I coughed violently, but my lungs were completely empty; the coughing was merely the intense spasm of the muscles in my lungs and respiratory tract.

Immense pain assaulted my entire body, and what was even more terrifying was that my nerves remained intact, still clearly sensing the agony my body was enduring—the triple agony of being buried alive, suffocating, and being corroded. My fingers gripped my calves tightly, my nails digging deep into the muscles. I could clearly feel the blood flowing out, reacting with the lime, intensely corroding the surrounding muscles and causing even greater pain.

I desperately tried to grab onto something, to pull myself out of the pit, to pull myself out of the agony of death. I could also clearly sense what was happening outside the pit, almost as clearly as if I were seeing it with my own eyes. A man squatted down beside my exposed buttocks and genitals, wiping away the dirt and lime sprinkled on my genitals, carefully cleaning my labia majora and minora. I knew he wanted to have sex with me. I could feel the muscles in my vagina twitching incessantly.

Although I was almost completely paralyzed, the pain of suffocation and death made my muscles twitch uncontrollably. My uterus and vagina secreted copious amounts of vaginal fluid, making the entire vaginal opening wet. I thought in agony that this would be the last time I was penetrated. Pain surged from my flesh to my heart, and the immense shame intensified the pain, while simultaneously making my vagina even wetter. He lay on my buttocks, aimed his already swollen, thick, and long penis at my vagina, and forcefully thrust it in. Oh! I felt a thick, burning rod slowly penetrating my vagina. The muscles inside my vagina contracted forcefully, trying to resist the penetration. My vagina was still almost as tight as a virgin's. I never imagined that I would be penetrated by a man before I died, dying with a man's filthy semen in my vagina and uterus, and after death, a huge sapling nail, much thicker than the thickest man's penis, would be inserted into my vagina. I would die with my vagina wide open like a whore.

The man's penis continued downwards, reaching my cervix, pausing briefly, then forcefully thrusting deep into my uterus.

Due to suffocation and the pressure of the soil from being buried alive, my uterus and internal organs were displaced upwards, allowing his penis to penetrate all the way inside. The pain of my cervix being stretched open instantly spread throughout my body. In my entire life, although I had had hundreds of sexual encounters, I had never been penetrated so deeply. The pain of penetration, though intense, was far less than the pain of being buried alive and suffocating, or the shame of dying while being raped. I opened my mouth to scream, but more lime rushed in. My body was immobile; only my vagina and uterus convulsed incessantly, secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid, constantly stimulating his penis. He began thrusting, the intense stimulation, the tight friction, and the shame and pain of being buried alive and suffocated during rape all intertwined, causing my vagina and uterus to involuntarily contract and spasm. Pain and pleasure simultaneously coursed through my entire body. My chest ached as if it were about to explode, all the blood in my body seemed to rush to my brain and vagina, my head was throbbing, and my vagina was so swollen it felt like it was about to burst out of my body. Only with each forceful thrust from the man could it penetrate me; I could no longer endure it. The man began to shout and yell, thrusting faster, deeper, and harder, his penis growing thicker, and my vagina tighter and tighter. Suddenly, the man slowed down. I knew he was about to ejaculate, about to shoot his foul-smelling semen into my vagina and uterus, and I couldn't refuse. A surge of heat rushed into my vagina and uterus, then a second, then a third—the man ejaculated. At the same time, I reached an unprecedented peak. My vagina suddenly burst open, and a stream of semen mixed with the man's saliva gushed out of my vagina, once more, then a third time, and then I plummeted, endlessly plunging into the abyss of death.

I clearly saw the man's penis limp and dripping with semen, while my labia majora and minora, like a blooming flower, continued to twitch uncontrollably. Although I was dead, my body was still convulsing, including my hands, feet, internal organs, vagina, and uterus. This was a nerve reflex beyond the control of the brain, especially in such an extremely painful death, the body's reflexes could last for a long time, sometimes up to tens of minutes. My senses

about my body were the same as when I was alive; if there was any difference, it was that I was more sensitive.

My consciousness would not truly die; it would continue to exist. What died was only the brain's control over the body, until

the true death of the "brain," the vessel of consciousness, usually meant the disappearance of the brain's form, the complete non-existence of the brain, such as complete decay, being eaten or digested, or being burned to ashes. So being burned to death is the quickest way to die. Although the physical death process is painful, consciousness ceases within a few hours.

Being eaten is also relatively quick, usually digested within a day or two. But what happens to us is the slowest and most painful. I will clearly feel my body slowly rotting, maggots crawling inside, a painful and itchy sensation. We can't control our bodies to move even a small muscle; we can only passively endure, experiencing the feeling of our bodies being eaten away bit by bit by maggots and our flesh rotting piece by piece. This feeling is enough to drive a living person insane, but I won't have that good luck because our bodies are already dead. The tree-seed nails come in two shapes. Some are shaped like a large nail with a smooth surface, which can be hammered in directly. Others are like a large screw, which can be screwed into the body with a special tool. The ones I saw earlier were nail-shaped, hammered in directly. The ones prepared for me and the other girls were screw-shaped. The man came to my pit with a screw-shaped nail, grabbed it with both hands, and forcefully inserted it into my wide-open vagina. I felt a strong force suddenly thrust into my vagina, and the thick nail went in quite a distance. The excruciating pain spread from my vagina and lower abdomen throughout my entire body. Even the thinnest part of the nail was thicker than the thickest penis that had ever penetrated me. The outer threads pierced and tore through my labia majora, minora, vagina, uterus, bladder, and so on.

The man pushed into my body a few more times with force, the immense impact shooting from my genitals straight to my brain. The threads on the sapling nail pulled my labia minora, labia majora, and clitoris inside, drawing them into my vagina.

My mind simply couldn't imagine what a vagina would feel like with the labia and clitoris inside.

The vaginal opening was stretched wide, tightly enveloping the thick sapling nail, like enveloping a thick penis.

He then took a special tool and began screwing the sapling nail into my body. With each twist, the nail rotated inside my body and penetrated deeper, like a screw being driven into wood. The sharp threads left deep cuts and scratches on the walls of my vagina and uterus, damaging my vagina, uterus, large intestine, small intestine, kidneys, liver, stomach, and other internal organs. The pain of my vagina being torn apart and my internal organs being churned was intertwined. I could feel the tree seed nail rotating inside my vagina and body, its long shaft relentlessly twisting forward, forcing its way through my internal organs, reaching the deepest part of my body, finally protruding from my throat and mouth as a sharp screw.

[The End]

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