History of anal abuse

Prologue:

One evening in 2003.

Mom finished packing at work, preparing to leave early.

It was the weekend, a day for our family to gather, and she wanted to get home quickly to cook a delicious dinner
.

Mom was the finance manager of a public institution. She was usually diligent and responsible at work, possessing excellent management
skills and highly regarded by her superiors.

Mom was the kind of virtuous wife and loving mother who was equally at home in public and at home in the kitchen. Although time had etched
a few , her charm was unforgettable.

The sky was somewhat overcast, and the streets were sparsely populated, perhaps because it was the weekend, and everyone was eager to get home.

Mom rode her bicycle home, when suddenly she noticed something was wrong. It seemed like a van
was following her. At first, she didn't pay much attention, but even after turning several street corners, the van continued
to follow her at a respectable distance.

A sense of unease crept into Mom's heart. She couldn't help but recall the news reports from a few days ago about
numerous missing women in the city, reportedly kidnapped and sold by a human trafficking ring. The thought
sent a chill down her spine.

But she kept reassuring herself: "I'm a woman in my forties, who would kidnap me?"

This thought eased her anxiety somewhat, but the car behind her still
felt like a ghost, and her unease grew. She unconsciously sped up.

As they passed through a sparsely populated grove, the car suddenly accelerated, overtook Mom, and
pulled up in front of her bicycle.

The door opened, and two masked men rushed out, a gleaming knife pressed
against Mom's pale neck.

"You...what are you doing..." Mom stammered, still terrified.

A deep voice said, "Behave yourself, don't scream, get in the car."

"Let...let me go...help!" Mom cried out in a trembling voice.

"Damn it...you're asking for it..." A man suddenly covered his mother's mouth.

Terrified and helpless, Mom didn't know how to resist and was forcibly put into the van. Besides the driver,
there were two other masked men in the van. One of them coldly said to Mom, "You're in your thirties or forties
, you should know what's good for you. To be honest, we specialize in sending women to other places to enjoy life. You
're lucky to have met us today. You either obey us, or we brothers will gang rape you and throw you into the river
to feed the fish."

Mom said in a trembling voice, "Why are you kidnapping me? I'm over forty, I have a husband and
son at home. Let me go."

The masked man snorted, "There are people who specifically buy middle-aged women like you. Judging by your appearance,
your husband hasn't slept with you in a long time. Don't worry, there will be plenty of men who want to sleep with you where we're taking you."

These words struck a nerve with Mom, and she couldn't answer. Indeed, Mom had lost all concept of sex
. Although she often wore sexy stockings, high heels, and tight pants, Dad had
lost much interest in her.

Every time Mom took a shower, she couldn't help but feel saddened by her increasingly sagging breasts.

Fortunately, she was always confident in her buttocks; full but not bulky, perky and
firm, they held her skirt tight, her round, bouncy buttocks full of elasticity.

At that moment, the assailant pulled out a rag and said to Mom, "Open your mouth."

Before Mom could fully react, the assailant pried open her mouth, stuffed the rag inside,
and then taped her mouth shut. Now Mom was completely deprived of her freedom of speech. Next,
her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her eyes were blindfolded.

The car bumped along the road, and Mom, suddenly subjected to this ordeal, was in a daze, not knowing what fate awaited her
.

Meanwhile, we were anxiously waiting for Mom to come home. Dad called her workplace, and
the people there said Mom had already gone home long ago. We assumed Mom might have gone to a relative's house, so
we called each relative's house, but they all said she hadn't been there. We realized something was wrong
. When Mom still hadn't returned home by 11 pm, we called the police.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, Mom, her hands cuffed behind her back and her mouth gagged
, was forced out of a car. The blindfold was removed.

A man who looked like the leader approached, sizing up Mom's voluptuous figure, and said, "Hmm...not bad,
another familiar face. Looks like we can get the goods out tonight."

Mom groaned and twisted her body, but her resistance seemed so weak.

The thugs took her into a warehouse and locked her up with the other kidnapped women.

In the middle of the night, Mom and the other kidnapped women were taken out of the warehouse and put on a container truck. Mom,
like all the other women, had her hands cuffed behind her back and her mouth stuffed.

Under the cover of darkness, the car traveled for about 30 minutes to a dock,
where a small boat disguised as an ordinary barge was already waiting.

The abducted women were pushed off the car one by one, and soon my mother was pushed off as well. Seeing everything before her
, my mother knew the situation was bad; it seemed that the trafficking of women was really going to happen to her. Remembering
the tragic stories of trafficked women she had read about in the newspapers, my mother instinctively struggled, because once she was on
that boat , it meant losing her personal freedom.

Seeing her mother resist, the men shoved her hard and shouted, "Behave yourself! Otherwise, you'll regret
it..."

Dozens of burly men were on guard around the dock, making escape virtually impossible. Seeing
a large pile of women's clothes on the ground, one of the men coldly said, "Take off your clothes, quickly."

Her mother stood there, somewhat bewildered. The man sneered and continued, "Don't worry, we
're not interested in you, but the people where you go like fat, old women like you.
Take them off quickly; this is just a measure to prevent you women from escaping."

If she didn't undress, they might subject her to even greater humiliation, but she
couldn't undress in public. Seeing this, the man approached and quickly stripped her of her clothes.

"No...stop...you bunch of thugs, you can't get away!" Mom cried out in her heart,
still struggling fiercely, not giving up her last hope.

Stockings, leggings, underwear, a top, and a bra were scattered all over the floor.

Soon, Mom was standing there naked, bound tightly with rope by two burly men
.

Then, the leader pulled out two small, egg-shaped balls from somewhere, each connected to a remote control—one plastic,
one metal.

The mother only heard him say, "Put this inside her."

A sense of foreboding washed over her. Sure enough, the other two burly men took the two egg-shaped balls and
stared intently at her genitals. Then, two more men grabbed her hands, which were bound behind her back, and forced her
to the ground. Two more men held her thighs down, preventing her legs from closing. Next, a
man wearing plastic gloves applied some kind of liquid to her anus. Then, the mother felt something pressing against
her vaginal opening. With a slight push, the egg-shaped balls were inserted deep into her vagina.

Soon, a cool metallic sensation rushed to her anus. She desperately tried
to clench her sphincter, but the liquid applied to her anus easily breached
the defenses, and the man's fingers pushed the balls deep into her rectum.

The mother's eyes widened; only her pupils could express her emotions at that moment.

Two wires, each holding a controller, hung below Mom's buttocks. The leader patted her plump bottom and said,
"Don't be nervous, these are vibrating eggs. They won't hurt you. They're just to keep you
excited during the trip."

He then turned on the switches on the two controllers, and the vibrating eggs inserted into Mom's two holes began to vibrate wildly
. An unprecedented feeling of pleasure surged from her lower body to her head.

"Ah... how can this be..." Mom blushed deeply, clearly the things were giving her instinctive pleasure
. The body is the most faithful, and Mom, at forty and in her prime, was no exception. She

had never seen such shameful sex toys before, given her traditionally conservative lifestyle.

But the reserved mother dared not reveal her pleasure, so she closed her eyes and bit her lip.
The experienced human traffickers knew what was wrong. Two burly men pulled her up from the ground
, patted her buttocks, and said, "Come on, you slut, let's go on the boat and enjoy ourselves."

They then pushed her onto the boat. The two vibrating eggs in her lower body were still vibrating intensely. She
had to clench her thighs, twist and sway, and bend over to reduce the stimulation.

She was locked in the lower compartment, and the traffickers tied her thighs and feet with rope.
All the women there were like her, their hands and feet bound with rope. Some had their mouths gagged with cloth, and
two remote controls were dangling from their lower bodies. The vibrating eggs inserted into their lower bodies emitted an exceptionally piercing
buzzing sound in the lower compartment.

The next morning, the police found Mom's bicycle abandoned on the roadside on her way home from work, and her
handbag was still in the basket. Someone saw Mom being pushed into a white van by two large men. We
realized Mom was likely kidnapped, but we refused to give up, hoping it wasn't true. So
we posted missing person notices everywhere, but several days passed, and there was still no news of Mom.

Meanwhile, on the traffickers' boat, the vibrating egg inside Mom's body was still frantically stimulating her senses,
bringing her both shame and unprecedented pleasure
. Her vagina was already leaking fluid. The metal vibrating egg in her anus was providing her with unprecedented sensory stimulation
.

Although the vibration gradually weakened as the power wore off, Mom
was completely conquered by the waves of orgasm it brought her.

Mom spent an unknown amount of time in the dark cabin. Every day, someone brought food down, placing the food bowls
beside her and the others, but without untying their hands and feet, forcing them to eat with their mouths like dogs.

After an unknown amount of time, the boat finally reached its destination. Mother and the others were forced off the boat and onto an
old-fashioned truck. The truck bumped along the rugged mountain road for over two hours until a small, sizable village appeared
before them.

Mother and the other women were taken to a village square, which was already surrounded by lecherous villagers.
In the center of the square stood a dozen or so waist-high wooden frames, on which lay ropes and belts—clearly for
binding people.

The traffickers gave each of Mother and the others a rubber ball with belts attached to both ends. They were instructed
to stuff the ball into their mouths and lock the belts behind their heads.

Mother and the others complied. With a snap, the ball was tightly stuffed into Mother's mouth, and she
realized that even swallowing saliva was now impossible.

Then, Mother was led to one of the racks. Two burly men came up and twisted her hands behind her back,
binding her tightly with rope from the rack. They then pressed her onto the rack, making her buttocks face
the audience below. They secured her waist to the rack with leather belts, and finally fixed her legs to
the rack's legs, preventing them from closing.

All the women were bound to racks like Mother, their buttocks raised high by the racks, waiting for
the villagers to choose.

The villagers, one by one, came to the center of the arena, personally selecting their favorite
female slaves with their eyes and hands. Several hands groped and pinched Mother's buttocks, even reaching for her anus. Mother
's anus twitched instinctively under the external stimulation, making the lustful villagers' eyes widen.

Like merchandise in a slave market, the mature and beautiful mother's head hung low, saliva constantly dripping from the two balls stuffed in
her mouth , forming a silvery-white thread in the sunlight.

A noble, educated woman like her was a rare find here; she was sold in less than ten minutes
…
I. Wrongful Conviction and Humiliation

One summer night in 2003, a dirty, ugly, and lonely old man, after paying eight thousand yuan, led
the mother back to his home.

This could hardly be called a home; it was filthy and chaotic, swarming with flies. That very night, the mother was…
She was tied to a rotten wooden bed, the bedding black, filthy, sticky, and reeking of a nauseating
stench.

Only a kerosene lamp shone in the dim light, casting a poignant glow on her fair body.

After eating, the old man climbed on top of her without washing, his withered hands roughly kneading her
large breasts, biting her nipples viciously. As if

he hadn't tasted meat in ten years, he shamelessly fondled every part of her body,
kissing almost every inch of her skin with his filthy mouth.

That night was the darkest night of her life…

When the traffickers left, they gave the buyer modern tools for training female slaves: various sizes of anal plugs, enemas
, glass rods…

In that family, she was a lowly female slave, initially locked in the room during the day, subjected to the old man's
rape day and night.

My mother had tried to escape many times, even reaching the edge of the village several times, but because she didn't know the way, the villagers
chased her down and brought her back.

To prevent her from escaping again, the old man who bought her severely punished her, torturing her to the point of near death
.

The old man tightened his control over my mother, shackled her feet when she went to work in the fields
, and forbade her from leaving the house. From then on, my mother gave up the idea of escaping.

The old man was somewhat mentally disturbed and would beat her at the slightest provocation. If my mother disobeyed, he showed no mercy,
beating her until she cried and begged for mercy.

Day after day, time flew by, and soon two months had passed. My mother gradually became a submissive
female slave, accepting the man's manipulations without question. The old man was particularly fond of her voluptuous body and had
unusually high energy, often tormenting my mother until the wee hours of the morning.

One day, the mother, naked, was mopping the floor when the old man sat on a stool in the house, gnawing on a chicken leg. A bowl of rice wine
sat on the table . Seeing the way the mother's round, plump buttocks swayed, his lust was ignited
.

"Come here!" the old man shouted, taking a large gulp of wine.

The mother, focused on sweeping, was startled by the man's shout but had no choice but to timidly approach the old
man, standing there with her head bowed.

The old man saw the mother's full breasts heaving, and suddenly raised his hand, splashing the bowl of rice wine
onto her chest.

"Ah..." Caught off guard, the mother felt a chill on her chest; her thin top was soaked,
revealing her braless breasts, the dark nipples at their tips instantly arousing her.

The old man raised his dirty hand and squeezed her full breasts hard, then forced open her mouth and kissed her
.

"Ugh...no..." A pungent stench made it hard for the mother to breathe. Just as she was about to back away,
the old man reached out and roughly grabbed and squeezed her buttocks.

The mother tried to close her mouth, but the old man used his fingers to dig into her anus, causing her to cry out in pain
. As she opened her mouth, the disgusting old man shoved the food from his mouth into her mouth.

"Ugh..." The mother felt nauseous.

"Eat it!" The old man slapped her fat buttocks hard.

Tears welled in her eyes as she swallowed the food the man had chewed with difficulty.

"Stick your butt up..." the man said, inserting his gnawed chicken leg into her anus.

The old man took out a rope and tied the mother to the foot of the table, just like he would to his pet dog.

Just as the old man was having fun, voices came from outside.

"Old Chen...are you home?"

It was a regular customer of the old man's house. He carried a black bag and walked in with a smile, saying he had brought
fresh enema equipment to use on the mother.

The old man immediately called the mother over: "You slut, quickly greet your esteemed guest with your asshole; he's brought you
something good." The mother saw her master's friend take out a gleaming silver anal dilator and a large bottle
of milky white liquid from his bag, knowing they were about to play with her anus again. She knelt on the ground, pleading, "Please,
don't give me an enema; I'll do anything you ask. "

With a "crack," the master lashed the mother's buttocks with a leather whip: "You slut, you have no choice
. Quickly expose your asshole to the guest." He then raised the whip again, pretending to strike her.
The mother had no choice but to obediently walk to the guest, spreading her buttocks with her hands, revealing her tense,
twitching anus.

The guest stared lecherously at the mother's anus for a full three minutes, excitedly
saying to the master, "How did you train this slut's asshole to be so perfect?"

The master replied, "Although I only spent 800 yuan to buy this bitch, I've put a lot of effort into this
slut's asshole." The customer picked up the bottle of milky white liquid, shook it, and said, "

Do you want this perfect ass to be your
property forever? Do you want this slut to wag her ass and beg you to give her an enema next time? Then pour all the liquid in here
into this slut's ass." The master took the bottle of enema solution, supposedly specially made for the mother 's

anus, and smiled knowingly.

Half an hour later, the mother was tied to the enema table specially made for her by the master, her legs spread wide and
suspended . A silver-white anal dilator was inserted into her anus, stretching it open. Above her anus hung the special enema solution, which was being dripped into her rectum
through a thin plastic tube . The mother's constant groans echoed in the empty enema room, while her master and guests at the nearby table drank and enjoyed the "beautiful sight" of her being enemaed. The mother fainted from the pain of the slow enema. When she woke up, she found herself lying naked next to her master, all the restraints removed, while her master lay in a pool of blood. The dagger that had killed Just as she was at a loss, a group of people rushed in through the door and, without asking any questions, tied her up, leaving her naked. Seeing that they clearly thought she had killed her master, she quickly protested, "I didn't do it!" The burly man in the lead said, "The evidence is overwhelming! Still trying to deny it? Men, gag her and take her to the village chief ."

Upon hearing that she was being taken outside, and realizing she was still naked, Mom hurriedly said, "Please, please
let put on my pants first."

The burly man at the head of the group, seeing Mom's full buttocks, suddenly realized something and
said to the other man holding a rope, "Put this slut in some underwear, something tight. And put these two things in her
holes ." He handed two vibrating eggs to the other man…

The man also helped Mom put on sheer flesh-colored stockings and black high heels, making her two plump, snow-white thighs
very alluring.

On the rough gravel road, Mom dragged her heavy steps towards the village chief's house. Two ropes were tightly
bound between her thighs, the two knots pressing against her anus and vulva to prevent
the vibrating eggs inserted into her holes from slipping out. With each step Mom took, the rope between her thighs and the vibrating eggs in her holes intensely
stimulated her genitals.

The roadside was crowded with villagers who had come to watch. Among them were some nosy village women, but many more were
lecherous men from the village who had heard that a female slave had killed her master and was being led naked to the village chief's house. They rushed
over to see the woman's body.

After enduring the ordeal of that stretch of gravel road, Mother was finally led to the village chief's house. To her shock, she discovered that
the village chief was actually the guest who had come to visit her master's family.

"You...it was you..." Mother seemed to suddenly understand something.

"Ugh..." Mother struggled, realizing that she had been implicated in a murder case, and the evidence
was very unfavorable to her.

The village chief entered the woodshed where Mother was being held. Naked, Mother was tied with her hands behind her back and hung from a beam
. A hemp rope was tied around her waist, the other end of which was also hanging from the beam, forcing Mother to bend over. A wooden stick was tied between Mother's legs
, preventing her from closing them.

The village chief's lewd hand reached for the mother's buttocks, probing towards her anus. The rope binding her thighs had been removed
, and the vibrating egg had been taken out. The rag stuffed in her mouth was pulled out and replaced with a Japanese-style gag
, drool dripping from its small hole.

The village chief muttered to himself, "I've long heard that the Wang family's female slave's anus is the most beautiful in the village. Today I can finally
observe it closely. It's truly beautiful." Bound in this position, the mother could only wiggle her hips to avoid the village chief's
disgusting hands, but the swaying of her hips only made her appear more alluring.

As the village chief unplugged the gag from Mother's mouth, he said, "If you agree to be my slave, I
guarantee you'll be fine tomorrow. You've killed someone, the evidence is conclusive, even if you go back to the city, you're doomed."

Mother angrily retorted, "Don't even think about it! You heartless beast, you killed someone and framed
me! I'll expose you!"

The village chief sneered, "Is that so? Everyone in the village can testify you're the murderer; no one will believe you
."

"I refuse to believe there's no justice! The law is fair! You despicable murderer who framed someone will be
punished! Heaven won't let someone like you get away with it!" Mother said agitatedly.

"Justice? Haha… In this village, my words are justice! You're unlucky to be in my hands; you didn't
listen to me. I'll make you wish you were dead!" The village chief's face changed, and he said viciously. The village

chief, a pipe dangling from his lips, unzipped his pants and strolled behind Mother.

Mother, not knowing what he was doing, turned her head in terror to look back.

The village chief slapped Mom's buttocks hard: "You ungrateful slut, tomorrow you'll be convicted of seducing
a man and murdering your master! You'll have to have sex with the family's male dog. Now, let's warm you up."

With that, the village chief lowered the rope a little, and Mom knelt on the ground.

The village chief pulled out his thick, black penis and thrust it into Mom's pink vagina.

"No..." Mom cried out in anguish.

The village chief ignored her, pressing his hands against Mom's plump buttocks and thrusting in and out wantonly, slapping her buttocks as he did so
.

"Slap... slap..."

The crisp sounds of flesh echoed, accompanied by Mom's moans.

The village chief puffed on his hookah while slowly and shallowly thrusting in and out, simultaneously inserting his fingers into Mom's anus
and probing .

"No... stop... you shameless old dog! You'll die a horrible death..." The usually refined Mom
could no longer hold back and cursed loudly.

"Good! You have guts! I like women like that. Tonight, I'll show you who the dog is!"

The village chief finished speaking and slowly lifted his leg to straddle his mother's body, carefully turning to ensure his penis didn't
slip out, finally positioning himself with his mother's buttocks facing her.

Ah! This is real dog sex… This shameless, disgusting man!

The village chief bent over, thrusting up and down, looking down at his crotch, he could see his mother's humiliated, blushing
face.

He changed the direction of his penetration, causing his mother to cry out repeatedly.

"How is it? Wang Shufen! Does this position look like a female dog…" the village chief asked lewdly as he thrust.

His mother, utterly humiliated, raised her face to hide it from the man's view.

The village chief, like a shameless male dog, thrust shamelessly, quickly ejaculating inside his mother.

Satisfied with his lust, the village chief pulled his pants back up, watching his semen
flow out of his mother's vagina as he fastened his belt.

"Hehe... Tomorrow's public trial will make you regret being born a woman..."

II. The day after the public trial,

the open courtroom under the ancient tree was already crowded with nosy villagers. Meanwhile,
a prison van was waiting for Mom in the village chief's yard. In the woodshed where Mom was being held, several burly men came with ropes and shackles to
lift her down. Mom was taken down from the beam where she had been hanging all night, her hands and feet numb.

The leader of the burly men pulled out a dark, triangular-shaped thing and said, "Put these on, and we'll take
you to trial."

Mom, relieved she wouldn't have to be naked anymore, quickly put on her top. But when she picked up the leather shorts
, she was troubled. It turned out to be a leather chastity belt. The back part was just a thin leather strap,
barely covering Mom's large buttocks, and the front only had a triangular section to cover her genitals.

What troubled Mom even more was that there were rubber rods on the inside of the leather chastity belt, one in the front and one in the back.
The fabric was a bit rougher. This meant that if Mom wanted to wear these "pants," she would have to insert those two rubber rods into
her body.

The burly man at the head of the group said impatiently, "Hurry up and put them on."

Mom was extremely unwilling, but rather than have those rude villagers help her put them on, she decided to do it herself to avoid humiliation.

She had no choice but to reluctantly put the chastity pants on her thighs first, and then aimed the two rubber rods
at her vulva and anus respectively. Fortunately, the rubber rods were coated with a viscous liquid like lubricant, and Mom didn't have much trouble inserting both rods
into her lower body.

Then Mom fastened the two locks on the chastity pants, and with two clicks, the chastity pants firmly locked Mom's
lower body. The burly man at the head of the group waved his hand, and two burly men came up and tied Mom up tightly behind her back, and
stuck a wooden sign on her back that read: "Wang Shufen, the slut and whore." Mom was tied to a wooden post on the prison cart, which
was pulled by a donkey to the trial ground under the ancient tree.

The wooden prison cart carrying Mother creaked and rattled along, drawing a growing crowd on both sides of the road.
Overnight, news of Mother's "murder" of her master had spread throughout the village. Villagers pointed at
Mother, bound to the cart, and gossiped: "That harlot, always trying to escape, was caught and punished several times by her master.
She must have held a grudge against her husband, so she killed him."

"What? I heard that this slut was caught by her master having an affair with a man in the woodshed, so she conspired with the adulterer to kill him
. The adulterer escaped, but the harlot was caught."

"I also heard that this woman once slept with a horse. Someone saw her trying to insert a horse's penis into her
vagina."

...

Mother heard these rumors the whole way. The cart arrived at the foot of an ancient tree. Two burly men untied Mother from
the cart and escorted her to the trial platform. They had to climb dozens of steps. Because of the
two , Mother endured the stimulating sensation of desire with every step she took.

After being led onto the platform, Mother stood in the center, like a heinous criminal facing the merciless
scorn and curses of the crowd below. Some even threw things at her.

"Silence!" the village chief announced solemnly.

The villagers gradually calmed down. Then, the mournful sound of musical instruments approached from afar; the Chen family's
funeral procession was making its way to the trial.

Mother's master, Chen Shusheng, had no children; his burial was arranged by his distant relatives.
Everyone was dressed in mourning clothes. Children carried wreaths at the front, followed by his closest cousin carrying his portrait
. Behind them were people holding bamboo poles with white hemp banners fluttering from them, and yellow and white paper money was scattered
everywhere. More than ten men carried a red coffin in the center of the procession, followed by the old man's
relatives and friends.

The funeral procession quickly reached the trial platform, and the coffin containing Chen Shusheng was lowered.

A simple judge's table was set up on the public trial platform, with the village's "highly respected" elders and
clan leaders seated in a row.

Mother, her arms bound behind her back, knelt before the judge's table, a wooden board hanging around her neck with her name written on it.

"The public trial and sentencing now officially begins!" the village chief announced.

"Who is kneeling below? Quickly state your name..." The presiding judge was
Chen , Chen, who handled all disputes in the village.

Mother didn't react immediately, glancing blankly at the crowd below.

"Bang!" Chen Sihuai slammed the gavel, his narrow eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"You audacious woman! How dare you ignore me! Guards, slap her!"

"No...no...I'll answer..." Mother finally snapped out of her daze.

"My name is...Wang Shufen..." Mother had no choice but to answer to avoid further torture.

"Hmm... If you dare not answer my questions again, I'll let you taste the adulterous woman punishment passed down through generations in Chenjia Village!" Old Man Chen's
thin face was covered in wrinkles; it was impossible to tell how old he was.

Mother trembled with fear, lamenting her tragic fate at the hands of these lawless villagers
.

This mountain village, far from the reach of the emperor, was a barbaric and backward place. The villagers only knew
the ancestral laws passed down through generations, completely ignorant of any concept of law.

The village was feudal and ignorant, its thinking conservative; matters between men and women were taboo, and adultery was considered the most shameful crime, punishable
by being drowned in a pig cage. And Mother was also guilty of murdering her husband

—a truly heinous crime deserving of death.

Old Man Chen slammed his gavel again, his voice sharp and stern: "Wang Shufen, confess the truth about your adultery and murder of your husband!
If you utter a single falsehood, I will make you wish you were dead, do you understand?"

Mother was terrified, sweating profusely. She knew that not confessing at this point would mean suffering. Those cruel tortures were not
conceived by humans; the final result was still a forced confession. With the public outrage in the courtroom, the most
sensible thing to do was to confess, avoiding physical pain and reconsidering later.

"Yes...yes...I...confess," Mother stammered, forced to confess, admitting
the crime imposed upon her.

...

"Hmm, take a look at this indictment. If there are no discrepancies, sign it." Finally, Old Man Chen
threw a piece of paper covered in writing down from the judge's bench.

Mother glanced at it, tears welling in her eyes, and pressed her fingerprint on it.

"Alright, according to village rules, you were supposed to be used as a shroud for Old Chen's body, but seeing your good attitude in admitting your guilt, I
'll show leniency and sentence you to life. Since Old Chen received support from the entire village during his lifetime, I'll do a good
deed on his behalf, so he can have a good journey to the afterlife and be reborn into a good family. Wang Shufen belongs to all the villagers; she is the village's public
property. She must use the rest of her life to atone for her deceased husband's sins and reduce her own guilt."

It seems that Old Man Chen, who can become the village's enforcer, is quite an intellectual!

"Everyone in Qinjing Village has the right to enjoy this, but the ultimate ownership belongs to those listed in the Chen family genealogy, including
the baby boy born to Chen Huo's family yesterday," Old Man Chen continued.

The villagers below shouted "Long live!" The funeral band, which had been somber like they were mourning their father, played cheerful
tunes, as if celebrating a major festival.

"Alright... to send Old Chen on his final journey and let him go well, we'll use this wretched woman's ass for him..."
"Farewell, Chen!" the village chief spoke again.

Mother huddled in fear, too weak even to kneel.

"Take the convict woman off the platform!" the village chief ordered, and three burly men dragged Mother off.

"Open the coffin!" the village chief commanded.

Several burly men opened the coffin lid, revealing the dead Chen Shusheng inside.

Mother's brows furrowed; she didn't know what these men were going to do, but she felt an unprecedented fear.

"Lift Wang Shufen up, put her buttocks in the coffin, let Old Chen taste the convict woman's lewd, fat
anus one last time. " "Old Man Chen said.

Mother almost fainted on the platform.

Several burly men tied Mother's hands and feet together, threaded a wooden stick through them, and lifted the stick
, placing Mother above the coffin. The men slowly lowered Mother's buttocks until
they touched the face of the dead Chen Shusheng.

"No...no..." Mother was terrified, her skin crawling, struggling and screaming. This was
completely beyond her imagination; these people were inhuman!

"Hmm...alright...Old Chen loved giving this prisoner enemas when he was alive, let him see it one last time
..." the village chief said with deep emotion.

"No...not here." Mother shook her head weakly, as if she had collapsed.

The village chief suddenly asked, "Wang Shufen, when did you become Old Chen's slave?" "

After being carried out, Mom collapsed to the ground, unable to even lift her eyes, ignoring him completely. The village chief, enraged,
grabbed a piece of manure used for fertilizing vegetables and pretended to throw it at her.

'No...don't...' Mom cried out in terror.

'Will you talk or not!' the village chief pressed again.

'I...I'll talk...' Mom finally gave in.

'It was...more than two months ago...' Mom stammered.

The village chief: 'What part of your body does Old Chen like best?'

Mom looked at the crowd below, stammering and unable to answer.

The village chief: 'Confess now!'

Mom lowered her head, her face flushed, and whispered: 'My buttocks.'

The village chief: 'Which part of your buttocks?'

Mom's face was already bright red, and after a long pause, she managed to squeeze out two words: 'My anus.'

The village chief, with an aggressive air, asked: 'Have other men played with your anus?'" "

Mom froze, recalling the humiliating scenes of her master and his friends playing with her anus
. Her face flushed red as she nodded.

The village chief asked, 'So other men have played with you. How did he do it?'

Mom was so ashamed she wanted to disappear. The blush on her face burned down to her white neck. Her heart began to race, and her breathing became
rapid. A tickling sensation came from the two holes in her lower body where the rubber rod was inserted. Mom's hands began to
involuntarily touch her genitals.

The village chief said, 'Quickly, tell me, how did he play with you?'

Mom replied breathlessly, 'His anus.'

The villagers below also noticed Mom's unusual expression. At this moment, someone shouted from below, 'Look everyone,
that slut is getting horny again.'" "At this moment, Mom was unaware that all of this was arranged by the village chief. He had someone
smear a slow-acting aphrodisiac on the chastity belt she wore, and now the drug was already
taking effect in her genitals.

The village chief continued to relentlessly interrogate Mom: 'How did he play with your anus?'

Mom began to sweat profusely, trembling as she said, 'An enema...'

'You slut, you're not ashamed at all! What else?' the village chief continued to ask.

Mom's hands kept rubbing the chastity belt against her genitals, trembling as she said, 'Please, spare
me.'

The village chief completely ignored Mom's pleas: 'Do you really enjoy being given enemas?'" "

Mom didn't know why, even though her mind told her not to say yes,
the word 'yes' still slipped out of her mouth.

After saying it, Mom was so ashamed she wanted to die; it was utterly shameful to her. A dignified
city woman saying such things to these lowly villagers.

Then the village chief ordered his men to bring up an electric dildo, a basin of soapy water, and a one-way rubber
tube for enemas.

Another burly man brought up a long bench. The two men pressed Mom down onto the bench, tying her hands and
feet to the four legs with rope. They placed a pillow under her abdomen, forcing her buttocks to rise
, exposing her anus to the crowd. The village chief, holding a rope and the electric dildo
, went behind Mom and inserted it directly into her wet
vagina, securing it with the rope to prevent it from slipping out.

The village chief turned on the vibrator, and the dildo immediately began vibrating wildly inside Mom's vagina..."
Then a burly man carried the basin containing the enema bulb to the bottom of the stool and deeply inserted the black nozzle into the mother's rectum
.

The mother knew she was about to be subjected to the humiliation of an enema again, but she could only close her eyes and await the abuse. At this moment,
the village chief made his pronouncement: "Now we'll have Old Huang's 10-year-old son personally give this female slave an enema."

A boy, still bearing a child's innocence, was led forward. The mother's heart skipped a beat; these beasts wouldn't make this
little boy give her an enema, would they? How shameful! The village chief said to the boy, "Do you know
who this woman tied to the stool is?"

The child shook his head. The village chief continued, "She's the harlot who seduced other men and killed your uncle." The
boy's eyes immediately blazed with anger at the mother. The village chief then added fuel to the fire, "Go and
squeeze the rubber ball in that basin hard, and that slut will suffer a painful punishment. Go!" The child

walked behind his mother and picked up the enema bulb attached to her anus. The mother knew that
each squeeze would release about 100cc of liquid into her anus, and she cried out in panic, "Don't
listen to them, child, I'm not a bad person!"

The village chief shouted, "Still spreading rumors! Guards, gag this adulterous woman!"

A rag was then used to tightly gag the mother, who could only make soft whimpering sounds.

At this moment, the village chief went to the child and instructed him to squeeze the bulb harder, while his men held down the woman tied to the bench.
The audience held their breath as a sudden, sharp sound came from the mother's buttocks, followed
by the gurgling sound of soapy water being sucked into the enema tube.

A second, then a third sound followed quickly. The mother, bound to the bench, looked increasingly pained, her struggles
more violent. If not for the two large men holding her down, her violent writhing might have overturned
the bench . Because the tube inserted into her buttocks had a one-way valve,
the soapy water didn't flow back; it all remained inside her plump buttocks.

Although the mother had often received enemas under her previous master, this was unprecedented—in public, and
by a mere 10-year-old boy. The shock was unparalleled. Soon, her
rectum was filled with soapy water.

As the urge to defecate grew stronger, the mother bit down hard on the rag in her mouth, telling herself she had
to hold it in. Then the village chief took out a peeled, white egg. As he pulled the tube out of the mother's anus,
he used the egg to plug her anus, applying slight pressure until the egg slowly disappeared inside
. The

mother, already feeling the urge to defecate, was now in agony with the large egg inserted into her rectum.
Worse still, the egg was useless as a plug; its smooth surface
forced her to strain even harder to hold it in.

The village chief then announced to the villagers, "This slut will soon expel this egg from her anus
. Whoever catches it will be free to deal with this whore tonight, just like the toss of the embroidered ball."

Another cheer erupted from the crowd. The mother nearly fainted from fright. These people were
taking pleasure in a woman's suffering! But as her anus grew numb, she knew she couldn't hold on much longer
; the humiliation of defecating in public was inevitable. She could only hope that a kind-hearted person would find
the egg in her anus.

Less than two minutes later, a white, gooey thing slowly squeezed out of Mom's buttocks
. A commotion erupted as people pushed towards the front of the stage. Mom was already drenched in sweat. Finally, with a "plop," a white thing,
along with a stream of white liquid, was sprayed onto the villagers below. Mom's shame and self-esteem felt like they had been
thrown the deepest hell. The people below scrambled for the egg that had sprayed out of Mom's buttocks, while on stage,
white soapy water continued to gush from her anus.

Soon, a burly man walked onto the stage with the egg, covered in Mom's intestinal fluid. Mom looked, and
it was him!
Three

months earlier, Mom was still in the hands of human traffickers. This man had taken a liking to her at first sight, but
because he couldn't afford the price the traffickers demanded, Old Chen took her home at the highest price.

This man was a scoundrel named Wang Song from Qin Jing Village, a good-for-nothing who spent his days drinking and gambling, and was almost
forty and still unmarried.

He had hoped to bring a woman back from that transaction, but he was so poor he couldn't afford anything; all his money had been spent on
drinking and gambling, leaving him with no savings. In the end, he couldn't even buy the cheapest one. However, he
still craved his mother's beauty and couldn't forget her.

That day, upon hearing about his mother's interrogation, he rushed over early. To see his mother's beautiful, mature body
was a blessing from heaven for this toad. Ever since he saw his mother at the market, he had constantly
thought about her curvaceous, alluring figure.

The man handed the wet eggs to the village chief, who announced, "Wang Wu can do whatever he
wants with this slut for one night. As long as no physical harm is caused, you can play with her as you please." The villagers were used to calling him Wang Wu.

Wang Wu grinned maliciously at his mother, who was tied to a chair…

His mother felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze. She remembered him because he was so ugly
and filthy, especially the large black mole on his right cheek covered in long hair—it was
repulsive. Anyone who saw him once would remember him.

Wang Wu was happier than if he'd won the lottery, gleefully leading his mother home.

The mountain village night was so quiet, but who knew how much humiliation that darkness concealed within the mother?

The next morning, the village chief's men came to Wang Wu's house to fetch his mother. Wang Wu opened the door, and one of them asked, "
Where's that harlot?"

Wang Wu replied, "She's hanging in my pigsty. I didn't give her a good time last night."

Wang Wu opened the pigsty door, and a tragic scene unfolded before them. His mother, naked, was tied up
and hung from the rafters, a rag stuffed in her mouth. One leg was hoisted high above her head, and she could only
maintain her balance on one leg. Most importantly, her private parts were completely exposed to everyone.

A yellowish-white, nauseating liquid flowed down her thighs, and a large puddle of it lay on the ground, all from
her anus.

Wang Wu boasted, "Last night I gave her enemas several times. Do you know what I used to fill her anus
? Heh, you don't know, do you? I used pig swill!"

Wang Wu even imitated the mating motions of a boar and a sow, tormenting his mother until well past midnight.

The mother was untied, and after being tortured all night, she immediately collapsed to the ground. Ignoring her weakness
, they grabbed ropes and began binding her tightly.

Several burly men dragged her to Wang Wu's door, where a prison cart carrying a wooden cage awaited her.

She was then taken back to the village chief's house. The village chief, looking at her bound body, patted her buttocks and
laughed , "From today on, you'll have your fun. Did Wang Wu enjoy you last night? You slut, this is your fate
. You'll be nothing more than a sex slave to be played with by men for the rest of your life."

Tears streamed down the mother's face. She was utterly despondent, even contemplating suicide. However,
the village chief's men kept a close watch on her, and with her hands and feet bound and her mouth gagged, she
couldn't even die.

Just as the village chief was about to begin "disciplining" her, one of his men rushed in and
whispered something in the village chief's ear. The village chief seemed to panic as well. He quickly pointed at his mother and said, "Lock her in the woodshed and don't let her make
a sound."

Two security patrolmen from the county had arrived, saying that the problem of women trafficking was serious and they needed to
investigate . The village chief, having tidied everything up, warmly received them in the living room.

One of the portly men immediately said, "Village chief, your village has a bad reputation in the county.
Don't think that just because it's far away and the law doesn't reach you, everyone says you're a brothel for women trafficking."

The village chief replied, "That's just nonsense. You absolutely mustn't believe it."

The portly patrolman said, "The day before yesterday, a young man from out of town came here, saying his mother had been kidnapped by traffickers
and he suspected she might have been sold here."

The village chief said, "How could that be? We've never had any women from outside come to our village."

The thin policeman said, "Then show us around!"

The village chief couldn't refuse, so he reluctantly led the two policemen out. As they passed the village chief's woodshed,
a rustling sound came from inside. The fat policeman stopped and heard the rustling of straw mixed with a woman's
sobs. He said to the village chief, "Take us in and see."

The village chief was sweating profusely. He had no choice but to open the door. Inside, two burly men were desperately covering
the mouth of a naked woman. The middle-aged woman was already bound hand and foot with rope, and her mouth was stuffed with rags.

The fat man sternly asked the village chief, "What's going on here? Who is this woman?"

The village chief quickly replied, "This is actually my wife. She's disobedient, so I ordered my men to lock her up here and teach her
a lesson. I didn't expect you two officers to misunderstand."

As he spoke, the village chief took out a household register and showed it to the fat man.

Upon hearing this, the two security guards couldn't immediately see any flaws. Because the village was backward, such things
were common, and given the woman's nakedness, the villagers were somewhat superstitious and didn't look any longer, quickly
turning away. The fat man said, "What kind of society is this? You're still allowed to set up your own torture chamber?"

The village chief sighed hypocritically, "You don't know, because I'm busy with official duties, I don't have time to take care of my family.
She's been cheating on me with another man."

Hearing this, the fat man's tone softened, "But you can't tie your wife up like this!
Untie her quickly!"

The village chief waved to his subordinates, "Please excuse yourselves, officers. I'll have her come out to entertain
you in a moment." As he spoke, the village chief secretly slipped several hundred-yuan bills into the fat man's hand.

The fat man immediately understood, "No need, we still need to check other places. Remember, don't hurt
anyone, don't cause trouble, understand?" He then left the woodshed with the skinny security guard.

Tears welled in Mom's eyes; she wanted to scream but couldn't. Having missed this rare opportunity, she
might suffer humiliation here for the rest of her life.

"No... I must escape this dark place..." Mom struggled desperately, but
words failed her.

"Waaah...waaah..." Mom whimpered sadly.

The village chief walked up to Mom and slapped each of the two burly men guarding her: "Fools,
you can't even keep an eye on a woman." Then,

he immediately feigned politeness and said to Mom, "Xiao Fen, you've suffered.
I was wrong before. I wanted you so much, I liked you so much. I always thought
how wonderful ." He said this deliberately for the two security guards to hear.

Mom wanted to cry but couldn't; her chance to escape was gone.

"I have plenty of ways to get you. I'll make you regret being born a woman, hehe..." the village chief
whispered sinisterly in Mom's ear.

The two security guards finally left.

Mom's heart was broken.

That evening, the village chief hosted a banquet for the two security guards, then separated them into two rooms.

Around midnight, the fat officer, drunk, opened the door and, in his hazy state, discovered a voluptuous
middle-aged woman lying naked on the bed, lasciviously caressing her genitals and anus in a
sadistic manner. The fat officer's eyes widened, and his penis involuntarily hardened.

Fueled by alcohol, he grabbed the woman and pulled her into his arms…

The next day, the fat officer groggily awoke to find a naked
woman lying beside him. The woman was none other than the village chief's "wife" he had seen in the woodshed the previous day.

At that moment, the door was flung open, and the village chief and several burly men wielding ropes rushed in. The village chief pointed at the fat officer
and yelled , "You shameless bastard! I treated you well, and you did this! Tie him up!"
Seeing this, the fat officer repeatedly apologized.

Seeing the village chief's large and powerful group, the fat man hurriedly smiled and said, "I drank too much last night...it was my fault...I have...responsibility
. How about this, let's just let bygones be bygones regarding your wife's matter. If you have any trouble in the future, just come to me."

The village chief glared at the fat man: "You slept with my wife, how do you expect to be accounted for? There
are hundreds of . If I give the order, neither of you can escape even if you grow wings."

The fat man knew that these villagers were the most lawless. Even the police station had to bring weapons to raid gambling dens
, and sometimes they even needed armed police. He could only shake his head and take out some money from his pocket to return to the village chief: "I admit I
was wrong. How about this, village chief, you are a magnanimous person, don't make things difficult for us. We were just doing our job.
We'll behave ourselves in the future..." As he spoke, he stuffed the money the village chief had given him back into the village chief's hand.

The village chief repeatedly agreed: "Of course...that would be best...then let it go this time."

After the police left, the mother was locked in the hellish woodshed again, living a life of shame and darkness.

Having missed this golden opportunity, Mother was utterly desperate. Under the inhuman torture inflicted by the village chief and his men, she had
lost the will to live. She gave up entirely and began a hunger strike,
refusing to eat no matter how the village chief and his men forced her.

The village chief then ordered Mother to be dragged to the ground, where two
wooden the ground. Mother was forced to lie face down with her hands tied behind her back, her legs
spread and bound to the stakes. Straw was placed under her stomach, slightly raising her buttocks.

The village chief tightly gagged Mother with a strip of cloth, then smeared vegetable oil around her anus.
He then took out a hollowed-out thin bamboo tube, about the thickness of a large calligraphy brush, and, aided by the oil, smoothly inserted it into
Mother's rectum.

The village chief took a cup of sugarcane juice and poured it into the tube inserted into the mother's anus. At first, the mother didn't understand
the chief 's intention, but when she saw the anthills on the ground resembling volcanic craters, she realized the chief wasn't
going to give her an enema, but rather use the sugarcane juice to lure the ants there… The mother couldn't bear to think about it anymore and began a desperate
struggle. However, her feet were tied to two wooden stakes, making it impossible for her to close them, and the bamboo tube inserted into her anus
dashed any hope of closing it.

A cup of sugarcane juice in her anus should have been a piece of cake for the mother, who was used to enemas, but
as she saw the ants crawling out of their holes and towards her lower body,
a wave of fear washed over her. Soon, she felt an itching sensation starting from her thighs and spreading up her buttocks. Despite her desperate struggles, she could only move her plump buttocks within a limited range, unable to alleviate the fear emanating
from her rear . Soon, inevitably, the itching spread deep into Mom's rectum. Knowing struggling was futile , she could only bite down hard on the cloth strip binding her mouth. Ants swarmed out from different holes, forming a black line along Mom's thigh, extending all the way to her buttocks… “Ah…Oh God…No…” Mom suddenly screamed. A strange, tingling itch came from deep within her anus, an itch unlike the skin's surface, a piercing, unbearable torment. “Let me go…please…I won't do it again…” Mom cried and screamed, frantically scratching her large, white buttocks. “Now you know how powerful I am…” the village chief smiled sinisterly. “I…I know…I won't do it again…please…I can't take it anymore…” “Ah…” Another long, agonizing scream. Ants continued to crawl in; Mom was going crazy. Village Chief: "Still want to commit suicide?" The mother immediately replied, "I won't dare, I won't dare again, please... help... help me... wash my... bottom." The mother was so ashamed she wanted to dig a hole and disappear. "Hmm... seeing you're behaving well, I'll wash you first..." The village chief rinsed away the ants with water, and seeing the mother writhing in pain on the ground, he walked up to her, lifted her chin, and said, "How about it, are you willing to listen to me obediently?" The mother struggled to twist her neck, glaring at the village chief, unable to speak, only pleading with her eyes. The village chief smiled and took out something else: a large copper hook, the head shaped like a phallus . The mother immediately knew the hook was for inserting into her anus, but the other end was connected to a smaller hook with fishing line. The village chief pulled the bamboo tube out of the mother's anus, inserted the head of the copper hook into her anus, then grabbed her hair, forcing her head back and hooking the nose hook attached to the copper hook. Now the mother had to keep her head tilted back in agony; even a slight downward tilt would pull the copper hook deeper into her rectum. The mother endured the pain in her anus and the psychological humiliation for over ten minutes, until her mental defenses finally crumbled. She shook her head in agony, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and buttocks. The village chief untied the cloth binding the mother's mouth, and she pleaded, "I promise you, please let me go." The village chief deliberately asked, "What do you promise me?" The mother shook her head repeatedly, "I promise to be your slave, to do whatever you want with me, I can't take it anymore." The village chief ordered the bindings on the mother's hands and feet to be removed, and the nose hook removed, but the copper hook remained inserted in her anus. Inside , the village chief took out a 1000cc bottle of saline solution and said, "It's simple to get rid of the itching in your anus; just pour this into it." The mother knelt at the village chief's feet, pleading, "Please give it to me." The village chief asked, "Give you what?" The mother, disregarding her shame, cried and begged, "Please, give me an enema." The village chief said, "What? Now you're begging me for an enema? Didn't you hate enemas?" The mother was on the verge of collapse, pleading, "No, no, I love enemas! Please give me an enema!" The village chief stroked the mother's buttocks and said, "You want an enema now? Fine, but as punishment for your previous non-cooperation , you must complete one task first." "What task?" The mother couldn't wait any longer; large beads of sweat streamed down her forehead, and stray strands of hair clung to her beautiful, slightly wrinkled face. The village chief took out a piece of paper and said, "Sign this, and I'll naturally give you an enema." The mother, suppressing the deep itch in her body, took the contract and read it. It was even more humiliating than a contract of servitude . It read: " Contract of Sale of Female Slave Wang Shufen. This is to certify that female slave Wang Shufen, female, 42 years old, height: 159cm; weight: 50kg; measurements : 78, 59, 84cm; from Jiangsu, occupation: accountant; hobby: enema; forced by poverty to sell herself to Chen Shusheng of this village as his wife, having committed a heinous crime of murdering her husband, willingly atones for her sins with her lowly body, and hereby agrees to the following terms, which shall remain valid for the rest of her life. 1. Since Chen Shusheng had no children and received help from the villagers before his death, his estate, Wang Shufen, belongs to all the villagers of Qinjing Village, currently temporarily managed by the village chief. The village chief has the right to utilize, develop, manipulate, and enslave her body, and all consequences arising therefrom shall be borne by the village chief, while the profits generated shall belong to the village." 2. During the period of trusteeship, the village head has the right to transfer, rent, renovate, and distribute Wang Shufen to villagers in a planned and conditional manner. Specific details will be based on the clan genealogy, from oldest to youngest, according to seniority, adhering to the principle of everyone having a share, and based on the size of their contribution to the village. Each household can apply. 3. Wang Shufen will obey all orders of the village head. The village head is responsible for Wang Shufen's daily life and has the obligation to take good care of her. To reflect the spirit of Qin Jing Village's principle of "taking from the people and using for the people," a certain handling fee will be charged to those applying to use Wang Shufen, to be used for her daily care and maintenance. The preliminary rates are: 2 yuan per day for renting for labor, housework, and servitude, with a maximum period of six days. No other infringement is allowed during the rental period. 4. Sexual intercourse costs 5 yuan per hour, anal intercourse 6 yuan, enema 10 yuan, and group sex within a family 15 yuan. (No offspring allowed.)

Women without wives or whose female relatives are infertile can apply for surrogacy. After the village reviews and approves the application,
a deposit of 500 yuan is paid first, which is used to build an ancestral hall for Chen Shusheng. If a son is born, an additional 1,000 yuan is paid; if a daughter is born, no
payment is required.
IV. A Thousand Miles to Save Mother

It is said that Mother succumbed to the village chief's tyranny, becoming a sex toy for the village chief and others, living
a life of humiliation worse than death. Our family was still making a last-ditch effort to find her. Seeing that
the information we received from the police was becoming increasingly ineffective, we had no choice but to search for Mother's whereabouts ourselves.

But finding clues was easier said than done. Just when we were at a loss, a friend told me he knew
a kind of sorcerer who could find a person's whereabouts by observing the things around them.

Although I have never believed in such things, I couldn't think of any other way, so I
reluctantly went to the place my friend mentioned.

It was a dimly lit small house on the outskirts of the city, filled with a strange fragrance. A person dressed in a black
cloak sat cross-legged opposite me, but due to the lighting, I couldn't see their face clearly. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself,
"In this day and age, people still dress like this? It's ridiculous."

Suddenly, a deep voice came from beneath the cloak: "Are you here to find someone, sir?"

I hadn't expected this opening line. I paused for a moment, then replied, "What do you think?"

The person under the cloak continued, "The person you're looking for is your closest relative. They mysteriously disappeared several months ago, and
there's been no news of them since, is that right?"

I began to sense that this person was unusual, and my tone softened: "Do you know where she is now?"
" Where is

the man said. "I not only know where she is, but I also know she is being tortured inhumanly."

I quickly pressed, "Then please tell me where she is, I need to save her."

The man said slowly, "According to my calculations, you will not only fail to save her, but you will also plunge her into
a living hell."

I thought: How can I stand by and watch my mother suffer? So I said to the man, "Please tell me
where my mother is, the reward is up to you."

The man was still slow and deliberate: "It's not about the reward, it's because once you rescue your mother
, she will suffer even greater humiliation. It's better to leave her as she is."

I was increasingly confused. What? My mother would suffer even greater humiliation after I rescued her? How could that be?
In a fit of anger, I said to the cloaked man, "If you don't tell me where my mother is, I'll
burn this wretched place down."

The man remained seated, sighed deeply, and said, "Since you insist on knowing, then you must..."
" You have to

I was getting a little impatient: "Just tell me, I'll agree." "

First, you absolutely cannot look at your mother while rescuing her. You can blindfold yourself first, then wrap her in a large cloth , remember that; second, leave the village immediately after rescuing her, do not linger. If you
violate either of these two rules... "

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