Searching for a wife in the wilderness

First, a honeymoon

in Bali, a land of thousands of islands in the Pacific Ocean. During the day, we visited Tanah Lot and Uluwatu Temple, praying for a happy and fulfilling marriage and for a honeymoon baby.

My husband, Chung-ge, is a retired instructor from the Marine Corps Amphibious Reconnaissance Unit, having received special forces training in the United States. We married in Kaohsiung on his 30th birthday in July. We had known and loved each other for eight years since I was 17 in high school. Because of his military background, we didn't receive our family's blessing until I graduated from university. We got married last week and flew to this South Pacific resort for our honeymoon. I ended my 25-year virginity, giving birth on our wedding night. We made love passionately in the hotel, hoping to conceive a honeymoon baby, so much so that we skipped sightseeing during the day.

I like making love in bright light, especially in front of a large mirror. I love seeing my naked body and the image of Zhong-ge's union, and I also love seeing the image of Zhong-ge's thick, male genitals penetrating me. It's a pity we didn't bring a camera to film ourselves.

Many times, when we were sitting on the hotel beach, having dinner under the sunset, we would stop eating halfway through, rush back to our room, take off our clothes, and follow the positions in our Japanese wedding manual (Hana-yome no handbook) to "have sex."

Haha!

Today's progress is woman-on-top. I straddle Zhong-ge's buttocks, letting his penis enter me, and I take the initiative in the piston-like motion. The key point is that the woman should move straight up and down, not too fast, otherwise she might break the man's penis, especially if the man's penis is long, because I don't know what's considered long or short. I just have to assume Zhong-ge's is long.

Next up is anal sex, oh! It's disgusting, so disgusting! Skip, skip...

The next step is oral sex. I know how to do that; I did it before when we were dating in Taiwan. But I only let Zhong-ge kiss my clitoris; I've never sucked Zhong-ge's big cock. Today, I'm going to suck it to my heart's content.

I grabbed his big, erect cock, ignoring the fact that it had been thrusting in and out of my vagina for the past three minutes, covered in my vaginal fluid, and shoved it into my mouth, sucking hard. Something soft yet hard was in my mouth, and it kept moving in and out, even sticking into my throat.

I was enjoying my husband's tenderness when suddenly I heard someone shouting outside, followed by a burst of gunfire. Someone was yelling in Chinese:

"Robbery! Murder! Robbery! Murder!"

Then there were a few more gunshots, followed by silence. Then I heard a woman's voice crying:

"Robbery! Murder! Oh! Husband, you can't die! Robbery! Oh! Husband, husband, you can't die, help!"

Someone was yelling in Indonesian

, "gh @4 ?gjde 68huir hy7iuim cuytthjg llgifdjd," but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I only knew that besides the Chinese (maybe Taiwanese) woman crying loudly, no one else dared to make a sound.

We didn't know what was happening outside; we froze, stopped making love, and dared not move or make a sound.

Outside, someone was shouting through a megaphone,

"This is the Philippine People's Liberation Army. We are here just for military supplies. All we want is your money. We will not kill any of you unless you are uncooperative. Come out, form your rooms in line with all your money!"

"Obey! Obey! No kill!"

A lot of Filipino-accented English could be heard shouting outside, along with the metallic clicks of gun triggers.

"Come out of your room, no kill, quick, quick, hands up, hands up, quick no kill, hands up!"

The hotel was a bungalow built by the sea. Doors opened one by one, revealing male and female guests, all disheveled, raising their hands to line up for inspection, trembling.

Then someone broadcast in Chinese:

"We are the great Philippine Free Liberation Army, Abu Sayyaf organization, here to collect military supplies! Cooperate with us and we will not be killed! Cooperate with us and we will not be killed!"

Several armed thugs entered our room, forcing the two of us, still trembling, out of the room and lining us up with the other tenants, ignoring the fact that we were naked. But because every tenant was preoccupied with their own safety under the threat of guns, no one paid any attention to us.

The bandits searched every room, and finally, under their leader's command, boarded their speedboat and sped away. Before leaving, they gestured to their men, pulled me, another Chinese woman around forty years old, and five or six young women from the crowd, and took us onto the boat. Zhong Ge chased after them through the crowd, but the bandits fired a volley of gunfire into the air, frightening him so much that he had no choice but to stop and watch us being taken away. They thought I was walking too slowly, so one of the bandits hit my bare buttocks hard with the buttocks of his rifle. I had no choice but to hurry forward and board the boat.

We then set sail into the Pacific Ocean, heading towards an unknown destination. I had no clothes on, but the temperature of the South Pacific didn't feel cold; however, the fear in my heart made me tremble uncontrollably.

Secondly, once we were captured,

we had three boats in total: three 25-meter-long fiberglass speedboats of slightly different sizes, but all equipped with two outboard motors in addition to the main engine, so they moved very quickly. Each boat had about ten bandits. I wanted to find a piece of clothing or a piece of canvas to cover my naked body, but there was nothing on the boat. I needed to urinate, and the bandits on the boat told me to squat on the side of the gunwale, grab the protruding stainless steel handle, and urinate directly into the sea. They laughed and joked around. It was the same if I needed to defecate; there was no toilet paper available. They would pull down their pants and urinate into the sea right in front of us, without any restraint.

The only good thing was that the meals provided were delicious food stolen from the kitchen of a Bali hotel.

Our ship sailed for nearly two days before entering a harbor comprised of numerous islands. When the ship docked, a couple hundred men and women came to greet us at the pier. We were led to a small wooden cabin in the woods not far from the pier. I still had no clothes to wear, and in the windowless cabin, some kind of insect kept crawling all over me.

The next day, two bandits forced us into a large room at gunpoint. The room was simply furnished: a wooden table, a chair, and a wooden bed. However, a large, beautiful carpet was laid out in the center, which seemed incongruous.

There were two men in the room: a large wolfhound guarding a thin man in military uniform with a pointed snout and cheeks, resembling Sun Wukong from Peking Opera, carrying a large handgun at his waist and a small leather whip in his hand; I couldn't tell what rank he held. The other man was a taller plainclothes officer who looked very Chinese.

The plainclothes officer said in English,

"Welcome to philippine. Which country did you people come from?"

We all answered in unison,

"Taiwan," "China," "Japan," and "Spain."

The officer then switched to Mandarin.

"Very good, welcome everyone. Our general welcomes you to join our revolutionary ranks. You can do logistical work for our soldiers, such as cooking, sewing, or bearing children who will grow up to be our soldiers. Welcome, welcome!" We all panicked and hurriedly waved our hands, saying,

"No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!

No

! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No!"

The plainclothes officer's face changed, and he said sternly in Mandarin,

"This is a toast, please don't make us drink a penalty cup."

"Take a piece of paper, write a letter home, and tell them each to send five million US dollars to ransom them. Otherwise, they can stay here and be used as sex toys for our soldiers."

The general spoke a few words to the plainclothes officer in Filipino. The officer turned to the other women and said,

"Our general said you should write it immediately and mail it tomorrow morning."

Then he said to me:

"The general noticed you have nothing to wear today. Wait a moment, he'll help you choose something. You can keep it." At first, I was happy to finally have clothes to cover myself, but the thought of waiting made me uneasy and filled me with doubt.

The plainclothes officer bowed to the general and left the room, the guards outside saluting loudly.

*** *** *** *** ***

The general tied his dog to the table leg and walked towards me with a grin. I huddled up on the edge of the bed. Without any preparatory movement, he casually slapped my back hard, a sharp, resounding lash. I knew my skin must have cracked.

I was completely unprepared and too terrified to cry; I froze.

The general stood in front of me, gesturing for me to unfasten his urinal. Silently, I pulled out his rather insignificant penis. He gestured for me to suck it. The pain on my back reminded me of my absolute obedience, and I sucked with great effort.

He made me lie on the small bed with my head against the wall and my legs raised and placed on his shoulders. With his rough fingers, he mercilessly scraped from my clitoris, through my labia minora, down to the vaginal opening, and then back up to my clitoris, repeating this a dozen or twenty times. At first, it was extremely painful, but gradually lubricating fluid was secreted from my vaginal opening, so it didn't hurt as much and even felt somewhat comfortable. The general played with me for a while until his penis was hard enough, then he penetrated me without taking off his pants. He played with me for seven or eight minutes before finishing. He put his pants back on, then went to get the wolfhound and told it to sniff my vulva. The wolfhound climbed onto my waist and licked me with its barbed tongue. This dog was probably trained; its bright red glans protruded from its foreskin, and it even pretended to climb on top of me, aiming at my vaginal opening to penetrate me. I was terrified. The general laughed, led the dog aside, and gave a shout. A soldier brought me a set of men's military uniforms. It only had an outer garment, no underwear or bra, so I had no choice but to wear it. My back felt like it was on fire, but I didn't dare cry. I was taken back to the hut and imprisoned. The women there, like me, were all sobbing.

We were then taken by boat to another, even smaller island. There were a dozen or so thatched huts on the island, each holding women of different ethnicities, and each hut was guarded by some armed soldiers. We, along with the original three, a total of five Chinese women, were imprisoned in the same small room. This marked the beginning of my long six-month ordeal.

We had been imprisoned on some unknown island in the Philippines for two months. The ransom letter sent to Taiwan had been pending for seven weeks with no response. In truth, I had no hope left, because Brother Zhong was a veteran and could not possibly have the five million US dollars to pay the ransom to rescue his wife. I would probably have to spend the rest of my life here as a public wife for the soldiers.

Thirdly, the life of a goddess was originally a dream .

The Philippines has more than five thousand islands. The government forces did not know which islands we occupied, so when the government forces attacked the rebels, it was like the blind men describing an elephant—they were simply no match. The rebels sometimes dispersed into smaller groups, sometimes into larger ones, employing island guerrilla tactics of hiding when the enemy came and chasing when the enemy left. They often suffered defeats, and gradually a semi-peaceful situation of non-conflict arose. The rebels kept their island occupation a secret, and their ships traveled in circles, never taking a straight line, to confuse the public and never reveal the truth.

This small island was actually their military brothel camp. Surrounded by the sea, it had no inhabitants, farmland, or fresh water except for six gunmen. There were only areca palm groves, thorny sand dunes covered in cacti, and the scorching morning and evening sun. Because the midday sun was unbearable,

the small hut, about 100 square meters in size, had no partitions, only some dirty, tattered straw mats on the floor. When the soldiers came to fire, they would do their business on the mats right in front of everyone, without any cover. It was a habit; everyone did the same, and no one thought anything of it.

Later, the general often came to our hut to solicit clients, and then a small partition was built inside for privacy.

We had no rations or water; only the food and water brought by the soldiers on duty who received clients from the larger island could satisfy our hunger and thirst.

The relatively relaxed time of day was at sunset, after the ferry service stopped and the clients stopped arriving. We could all go into the sea to swim and bathe, washing away the filth and fishy smell. Then, in the small ditch, we would use the semi-salty, semi-fresh water to wash away the day's fatigue, homesickness, and the pain of missing Zhong Ge.

For survival, there was no longer any mutual help or sympathy among us. Occasionally, we would see girls who had starved to death in the rooms of Japanese adult film actresses, being carried out and thrown into the sea.

Over time, we learned some basic Filipino phrases

like "la boo'hai" (welcome) and "si li ma'po" (thank you), essential for survival. We also learned that they were not actually members of the Abu Sayyaf group, but rather another armed force belonging to General Asama-kaso. The general and

his

three lieutenants often came to have sex with us Chinese female hostages. I was younger than them, so I was always busy dealing with them, and therefore had less shortage of food and water than they did. Because of the tropical climate, food doesn't keep for long, and I often had leftovers to share with my roommates. The general would even bring me fruit when he came. However, the pain in my back constantly reminded me of my predicament, and I always had to comply.

Day after day, month after month, I've been here for six months. During those six months, I became pregnant twice, but they brought me a very sour herb. If I ate it raw, I would bleed and miscarry on the same day, but I could use it again on the third day, because I couldn't go three days without food or water. I was told that this herb could only be used twice in a lifetime, because if used three times, it would render one infertile for life.

One day, the rebels' own transport boat brought some foreigners to visit the general. It turned out they were representatives of the U.S. counterterrorism unit, the Green Berets, who had come to negotiate with ransom. Finally, they came to the small island where we were staying to retrieve Sister Chen. She was released and left on a small boat provided by the rebels, while I was forgotten and remained imprisoned.

I was heartbroken and didn't know when I could escape this hell on earth.

But then I saw Brother Zhong, wearing his Green Berets uniform, among the crowd, taking Sister Chen away.

As darkness fell, some men sneaked out of the sea and onto the beach, crossing the cactus field and slitting the throats of all six garrison soldiers. A medium-sized landing craft of the Philippine government forces pulled ashore, and we girls, regardless of nationality, were all taken aboard and taken away from the island under the command of the Green Hat Army. After we left, at dawn, the Philippine Air Force launched a massive attack. We later learned that the visitors had concealed miniature locators in their cap badges. Using GPS, they located the rebel stronghold and discovered that the general's base was located on a group of six or seven small islands behind our island. In an instant, flames filled the sky, explosions rang out, and the rebels fled in all directions, almost all of them annihilated. When the general led his ship out of the encirclement at sea, he was holding a Stinger missile, but before he could fire it, he was attacked by naval guns. His ship caught fire, and he was riddled with bullets and sank to the bottom of the sea. The remaining rebels fled, some led by officers, to escape elsewhere.

Back home in Taiwan, Zhong hugged me tightly. I had been wanting to tell him all the grievances and pain I had endured over the past six months, and all my longing for him.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: should I tell him?

I discovered I was pregnant again.

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