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Honeymoon Robbed 

Newlyweds, on a foreign island, we've come to Bali, the southernmost island nation in the Pacific, for our honeymoon. During the day, we visited Tanah Lot and Uluwatu Temple, praying for a happy and fulfilling marriage, and also 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've 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 after 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 up my virginity 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 filthy, disgusting, skipping ahead, skipping ahead...

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. A soft yet hard thing in my mouth, it would wander in and out of my mouth, even sticking into my throat.

I was enjoying my husband's tenderness when suddenly I heard someone shouting outside, followed by gunshots. Someone shouted in Chinese:

"Robbery! Robbery! Robbery! Robbery!" Then there were several more gunshots, followed by silence. Then I heard a woman's voice crying:

"Robbery! Robbery! Oh! Husband, you can't die! Robbery! Oh! Husband, husband, you can't die, help!" Someone shouted in Indonesian,

"[email protected]?gjde68huirhy7iuimcuytthjgllgifdjd," but I couldn't understand what they were saying. I only knew that apart from 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 a basic supplier. All we want is your money. We will not kill anyone. Unless you are uncooperative, come out for your rooms online with your money." "Obey! Obey! No kill!"

I could hear a lot of Filipino-accented English shouting outside, along with the metallic clicking of gun triggers. "Come out 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, and the male and female guests inside were disheveled, raising their hands to line up for inspection, trembling all over. Then someone broadcast in Chinese:

"We are the great Philippine Free Liberation Army, Abu Sayyaf organization, here to collect military supplies! Cooperate and we will not be killed! Cooperate and we will not be killed!" Several armed bandits entered our room, forcing the two of us, still trembling, out of the room and lining us up with the other guests, ignoring the fact that we were naked. But because every guest 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 the leader's command, boarded the speedboat they had brought and sped away. Before leaving, he gestured to his men, pulled me, another Chinese woman around forty years old, and five or six young women out of the crowd, and took us onto the boat. Zhong Ge chased after them through the crowd, but the bandits fired a volley of shots into the air, frightening Zhong Ge 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 butt of his rifle. I had no choice but to hurry forward and board the boat.

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

Secondly, once we were captured,

we were in three boats—three 25-meter-long fiberglass speedboats, slightly different sizes, but all with two outboard motors attached 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 nakedness, but there was nothing on the boat. I needed to urinate, and the bandits on the boat told me to squat by 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 wanted 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 at gunpoint led us to a large room. 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 quite 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 pistol on his hip and a small leather whip in his hand; I couldn't tell what rank he wore. The other man was a taller plainclothes officer who looked very much like a Chinese person.

The plainclothes officer said in English:

"Welcome to Taiwan, which country did you people come from?" We all answered in unison:

"Taiwan," "China," "Japan," "Spain." The plainclothes 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! 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, who then turned to the other women and said:

"Our general said you should write it right away, it needs to be mailed out tomorrow morning," he said to me. Then

he added, "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 I felt uneasy, wondering why I had to wait.

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

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The general tied his dog to the table leg and walked towards me with a grin. I huddled up on the bedside table. 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. I silently pulled out his rather unsightly 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 tried 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 uniforms, but it only had an outer garment, no underwear or bra. I had no choice but to wear it. My back felt like it was on fire, but I dared not 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 races, and each hut was guarded by some gunmen. 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, and the ransom letter sent to Taiwan had been pending for seven weeks with no response. In truth, I had no hope left, because Zhong Ge 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 were unaware of which islands we occupied, so when the government forces tried to attack the rebels, it was like the blind men describing an elephant—they were simply no match. The rebels sometimes dispersed, sometimes regrouped, 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 mutual non-conflict arose. The rebels occupied those islands in secret, and their ships traveled in circles, never taking a straight line, to confuse people 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 riflemen. There were only areca palm groves, thorny sand dunes covered in cacti, and the scorching morning and evening sun. The midday sun was unbearable. The small hut, about 100 square meters, had no partitions, only some dirty, tattered straw mats on the floor. When the soldiers came to fire cannons, they would do their business on the mats right there 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 most relaxing time of day was at sunset, after the ferry service had stopped and the brothel customers had stopped coming. We could all go into the sea to swim and bathe, washing away the filth and fishy smell. Then, in the brackish water of the small ditch, we would 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 "laboo'hai" (welcome) and "silima'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 deputy generals often came to have sex with us Chinese female hostages. I was younger than them, so I was always busy and exhausted, but I had less 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 always reminded me of my predicament, and I had to comply each time.

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. They eventually came to the 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 Beret uniform, among the crowd, taking Sister Chen away.

That night, some people sneaked onto the beach from the sea, crossed the cactus field, and slit the throats of all six guards. A medium-sized landing craft of the Philippine government army landed on the beach, and we girls, regardless of nationality, were all taken aboard and taken away from the island under the command of the Green Berets. After we left, at dawn, the Philippine Air Force launched a large-scale attack. Later, we learned that the visitors had concealed miniature locators in their cap badges. According to GPS location, the rebel stronghold was located. It was discovered that the general's base was actually on a group of six or seven small islands behind the island where we lived. In an instant, flames filled the sky and explosions were heard. The followers fled in all directions, almost all of them were wiped out. When the general led his ship to break out of the encirclement at sea, he was holding a stinger missile. Before he could fire it, he was attacked by the ship's guns. The ship caught fire and he was shot all over and sank to the bottom of the sea. The remaining followers fled in all directions. Some cadres led the way and escaped to other places.

Back home in Taiwan, Zhong hugged me tightly. I had been wanting to tell him everything I had suffered and the pain of the past six months, and how much I missed him.

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

I discovered I was pregnant again.

[The End]

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