Village Bitch

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The warehouse smelled of dirt, rust, and stale sweat. Lin Xiaona’s wrists were raw from the ropes binding them to the wooden beam above her head. Her silk dress, once a soft lavender, was now torn and stained, clinging to her trembling body. She had been here for hours, or maybe days—time had lost meaning in this dark, suffocating place.

The door creaked open, and a sliver of pale light cut across the dirt floor. Li Cuihua stepped in, her stout figure silhouetted against the brightness. She carried a canvas bag that clinked with each step. Behind her, the shadows of Wang Dali, Zhang Ergou, and Zhao Laosi filled the doorway, their laughter low and cruel.

“Still awake, city girl?” Li Cuihua’s voice was sharp, dripping with contempt. She dropped the bag on the ground and knelt beside Lin Xiaona. “Good. I want you to feel every second of this.”

Lin Xiaona’s breath hitched. “Please… just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I swear—”

“Shut up.” Li Cuihua’s hand shot out, gripping Lin Xiaona’s jaw and forcing her head back. “You think we’re done with you? You think you get to walk away after parading around here in your fancy clothes, looking down on us?” She released her grip and unzipped the canvas bag, pulling out a pink vibrator and a small, egg-shaped device with a thin wire trailing from it.

“No… no, please…” Lin Xiaona’s voice cracked. She thrashed against the ropes, but they held firm.

Li Cuihua ignored her. She reached under Lin Xiaona’s torn dress, fingers rough and calloused, and ripped away the last shred of her underwear. Lin Xiaona sobbed, her body convulsing with shame as the cold air hit her exposed skin. Li Cuihua pressed the egg vibrator against Lin Xiaona’s clitoris, and the cold plastic sent a jolt of terror through her.

“Let’s see how long that prim attitude lasts,” Li Cuihua muttered. She flicked a switch on a small remote control in her hand.

A low hum filled the air, then a sharp buzz. Lin Xiaona’s body jerked as a wave of electric stimulation shot through her. She gasped, clenching her teeth, trying to resist. But the device was relentless, pulsing and vibrating in ways that made her hips twitch involuntarily.

“Look at her squirm,” Zhang Ergou said from the doorway, his voice thick with lust. “Like a fish on a hook.”

“She’s not so high and mighty now, is she?” Wang Dali added, stepping into the light. His shadow fell over Lin Xiaona, making her feel even smaller. “That’s what you get, you city slut. Coming here, thinking you’re better than us.”

Li Cuihua adjusted the intensity, and Lin Xiaona’s back arched. A sob escaped her lips as the vibrations grew stronger, deeper, invading her body. She tried to press her thighs together, but Li Cuihua’s knee forced them apart.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Li Cuihua said. “You’re going to take every bit of this. And you’re going to like it.”

The egg vibrator buzzed harder. Lin Xiaona’s breathing turned ragged. Her mind screamed for it to stop, but her body betrayed her. A warmth began building in her core, spreading like fire. She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“No… I can’t… please, stop…”

“You can and you will,” Zhao Laosi croaked from the shadows. He shuffled closer, his old, crooked fingers twitching. “Every pretty little city slut needs to learn her place. And this is your place now.”

Li Cuihua smirked and pressed the vibrator directly against Lin Xiaona’s clitoris, holding it in place with firm pressure. Lin Xiaona’s hips bucked, a strangled cry tearing from her throat. The heat inside her spiraled, tightened, and then exploded—her first orgasm ripped through her, violent and unwanted. Her body convulsed, her vision blurring as waves of pleasure and shame crashed over her.

She sobbed openly, her head hanging low. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what?” Wang Dali asked, stepping closer. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. “Sorry for being a stuck-up little bitch? Sorry for thinking you could come here and act like you were too good for us?” He spat on the ground beside her.

“I’m sorry…” Lin Xiaona’s voice was barely a whisper.

“Say it properly,” Li Cuihua snapped. “Say ‘I’m a city slut, and I deserve this.’”

Lin Xiaona shook her head, but Wang Dali’s grip on her chin tightened until her jaw ached. “Say it!”

“I’m… a city slut,” Lin Xiaona choked out, the words tasting like ash. “And I… deserve this.”

“That’s right.” Wang Dali released her and stepped back. He unbuckled his belt, his trousers falling to his ankles. His cock was already hard, thick and veined, glistening in the dim light. “Now kneel.”

Lin Xiaona’s legs were weak, but two of the men untied her wrists and pushed her to the ground. She sank onto her knees, the dirt cold against her skin. Wang Dali stood in front of her, his erection inches from her face.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

She hesitated, and he grabbed her hair, yanking her head back. “I said open your mouth, you little slut.”

Her lips parted, and he shoved himself inside, deep and rough. She gagged, tears streaming down her face, but he held her there, thrusting into her throat. The others watched, their laughter crude and loud.

“That’s it,” Wang Dali grunted, his pace quickening. “Take it all, just like a good little city whore.”

Lin Xiaona’s hands trembled at her sides. Every instinct screamed for her to fight, to bite, to run. But her body refused to obey. She was broken, humiliated, and utterly at their mercy.

After what felt like an eternity, Wang Dali let out a guttural groan and held her head still. Warm, thick semen flooded her mouth, bitter and salty. She gagged again, but his grip on her hair was iron.

“Swallow,” he commanded.

She shook her head, tears mixing with the taste of him. But he pressed harder, forcing her throat to work.

“Swallow it all, you filthy slut.”

With a shuddering sob, Lin Xiaona swallowed. The semen slid down her throat, and she felt something inside her shatter. Wang Dali pulled out, his cock leaving a trail of spit and cum on her chin.

He patted her head mockingly. “Good girl. Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

Lin Xiaona collapsed forward, her forehead pressing into the dirt. Her body shook with silent sobs. Li Cuihua kicked the egg vibrator aside and stood, wiping her hands on her apron.

“We’re not done with you,” she said. “Not by a long shot. But this is a good start.”

The villagers filed out of the warehouse, the door slamming shut and plunging Lin Xiaona back into darkness. Alone, she lay on the cold ground, her body aching, her spirit crushed. The taste of semen lingered on her tongue, and she couldn’t stop the quiet, broken words that escaped her lips.

“I’m a city slut… I deserve this…”

And in the silence, she began to believe it.

The ropes bit into Lin Xiaona's wrists and ankles as Zhang Ergou cinched the knots tight against the wooden bedframe. She was spreadeagled on her back on the rough straw mattress in Zhao Laosi's dark, windowless shack, the stale smell of sweat and sex saturating the air. Her designer dress had been torn away hours ago, leaving her naked and shivering under the leering gazes that surrounded her.

"Spread her legs wider, Ergou," Zhao Laosi ordered, his cracked voice rasping with anticipation. The old man's calloused hands gripped her thighs and forced them apart, exposing her completely. "We're gonna open all three holes tonight, city girl. You'll learn what a real woman feels like."

Lin Xiaona shook her head weakly, but her voice had been worn to a whisper by nonstop abuse. "Please... no more..."

"Shut up, you little slut!" Li Cuihua stepped forward, cracking a leather whip against her palm. "You think we're done with you? We're just getting started!"

Zhang Ergou knelt between Lin Xiaona's spread legs, his thick fingers probing her vagina roughly. She gasped and tried to clench her thighs, but the ropes held her immobile. "She's already wet, Zhao. Soaking through. The bitch loves it."

"Course she does," Zhao Laosi grunted, positioning himself on the bed beside Lin Xiaona's head. He pulled out his cock, already stiff and veined, and slapped it against her cheek. "Open your mouth, whore. I want to see that gag reflex again."

Lin Xiaona turned her face away, but Li Cuihua's hand cracked across her cheek. The sharp sting brought tears to her eyes.

"I said open," Zhao Laosi repeated, grabbing her jaw and forcing her mouth open. He shoved a thick electric dildo between her teeth, the silicone shaft pressing against her tongue, its vibrating motor already humming. "Hold it in there. If it falls out, Cuihua's gonna use her new crop."

Li Cuihua smiled, tapping her riding crop against her own palm. The leather tip was stained dark from earlier sessions.

Zhang Ergou positioned his cock at Lin Xiaona's entrance. The head was massive, stretching her before he even pushed. "Ready for number two, bitch?"

Before she could react, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt. Lin Xiaona screamed through the vibrator, a muffled guttural sound that sent spit dribbling down her chin. His girth filled her, the rough friction of his thrusts scraping her insides raw.

"Hold still!" Li Cuihua snapped, and the whip cracked against Lin Xiaona's left breast. A bright red welt bloomed across the pale skin, and Lin Xiaona's body bucked involuntarily, which made Zhang Ergou groan.

"Yeah, move like that again," he said, pounding harder.

Zhao Laosi knelt beside Lin Xiaona's head, pushing a finger into her anus. She convulsed, every instinct screaming to close herself off, but the ropes burned into her skin. "Tight little asshole," he muttered, spitting into it. "Let me widen this up."

He smeared his cock with the spit and pressed it against her puckered opening. Lin Xiaona felt the pressure building, her eyes going wide as he pushed. The burning pain exploded through her as his head forced entry, the intrusion splitting her open inch by inch.

"Hnnnngggghhh!" Her scream vibrated through the electric dildo, the silicone buzzing against her tongue, muffling everything.

"Three holes," Zhang Ergou laughed, his hips slapping against her thighs. "All three holes at once!"

Zhao Laosi grunted as he pushed deeper into her ass. "That's it, that's it. Taking it all, aren't you, slut?"

Lin Xiaona's vision swam. The pain was overwhelming, but beneath it, something else stirred. A dark, illicit warmth coiled in her belly. Her eyes rolled back as Zhang Ergou hit a spot deep inside her, and a violent tremor ran through her. Her inner walls clenched around him, and she felt the first spray of her own wetness gush out.

"Look at that," Li Cuihua sneered, striking the other breast with her crop. "She squirted. The little city princess is squirting from being used."

Lin Xiaona heard the words through a fog of sensation. The dildo in her mouth vibrated relentlessly, coating her throat with silicone-tinged drool. Zhao Laosi's full weight settled against her rear, grinding his pubic bone against her. Zhang Ergou kept thrusting, each stroke sending electric jolts through her.

Another orgasm ripped through her, and she squirted again, clear fluid splattering the straw mattress beneath her.

"I can feel her convulsing," Zhang Ergou said, his voice strained. "Gonna make her come again."

Li Cuihua grabbed a fistful of Lin Xiaona's long black hair and yanked her head back, then slapped her face, left cheek, right cheek, then left again. Red marks bloomed in overlapping patterns on Lin Xiaona's already-bruised face. "Keep looking at me, you slut. I want to see your eyes when you break."

But Lin Xiaona's gaze was already focusing on something far away, her pupils dilated, her consciousness fragmenting. The sensations blurred together—Zhang Ergou's cock spearing her vagina, Zhao Laosi's cock splitting her anus, the vibrator buzzing against her soft palate, Li Cuihua's whip singing against her reddened breasts, the ropes gnawing into her wrists.

She squirted again, this time without warning, her body spasming between the two men. "There she goes," Zhao Laosi muttered, biting into her shoulder, leaving a purple bruise. "That's three. Three times in one go."

Lin Xiaona's body went limp. Her head lolled to the side, and her eyes stared blankly at the cracked wall. The dildo fell from her slack mouth, landing on the floor with a wet thud. She was still breathing, shallowly but alive, completely exposed to the world.

Li Cuihua leaned over, examining her face. "She's gone. Knocked out from all of it."

Zhang Ergou didn't stop. "I'm not done yet. She's still warm. Still tight."

Zhao Laosi kept pumping into her ass, grunting with each thrust. "Neither am I. Let her rest while we finish."

Lin Xiaona hovered in a grey twilight, aware of the movements inside her body but unable to react. She was a receptacle now, a vessel for their needs. Her limbs were dead weights. Her mind had fled somewhere safer, leaving only her body behind to receive.

The last thing she registered was Li Cuihua's voice, cold and distant, saying, "Get her cleaned up after this. We're going to need her for tomorrow."

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The morning sun crept through the cracks in the wooden walls of the shed, casting thin stripes of light across the dirt floor. Lin Xiaona lay on a pile of moldy straw, her wrists bound above her head with frayed rope. Her body was a canvas of bruises and bite marks, her thighs sticky with dried semen from the night before. She heard footsteps approaching—heavy boots and the shuffle of bare feet.

The door creaked open. Wang Dali filled the frame, his rough face split by a yellow-toothed grin. Behind him stood Zhang Ergou, already unbuckling his belt, and Zhao Laosi, his gnarled hands trembling with anticipation.

"Wake up, city whore," Wang Dali growled. "Time for your morning feeding."

Lin Xiaona's eyes fluttered open. A month ago she would have screamed, spat, fought until they beat her into submission. Now she felt a dull pulse between her legs—a hollow need that she could no longer distinguish from dread. She parted her lips without being told.

Wang Dali laughed. "Look at that. She's getting trained proper."

They took her one after another, then together, using her mouth and cunt and ass without order or mercy. Zhang Ergou held her head down while Zhao Laosi rammed into her from behind, his bony fingers digging into her hips. She gagged but did not resist. Somewhere in the fog of her mind she noticed that her hips were moving in rhythm—a small, instinctive roll that invited deeper penetration.

*No, that's not me,* she thought, but the thought was weak, like a leaf floating downstream.

When they finished, they left her lying in a puddle of their fluids. Li Cuihua arrived an hour later, carrying a canvas bag. Her face was twisted into a sneer of satisfaction.

"Still breathing? Good. We're stepping up your training today."

She pulled out a black silicone vibrator, thick and veined, its base attached to a remote control. Then she produced a small egg vibrator, smooth and metallic, connected to a thin wire. Lin Xiaona's eyes widened when she saw the wire. She had seen such devices in a sex shop window back in Shanghai, back when she was a real girl.

"You liked your rich toys, didn't you, princess?" Li Cuihua said, coating both devices with a greasy lubricant. "Now you get the village version."

Li Cuihua shoved the egg into Lin Xiaona's vagina first, pushing it deep with two fingers. The cold metal sent a shock through her insides. Then she inserted the large vibrator into her rectum, twisting it until it seated fully. She wrapped a rag around the wire and taped it to Lin Xiaona's clit—a crude connection but functional.

"Let's see how long you last before you break."

She clicked the remote. The vibrators hummed to life simultaneously. Lin Xiaona's body arched, her muscles locked. The sensations were overwhelming—a churning fullness that bordered on pain, a throbbing pressure against her clit. But the egg was different. It had a secondary setting, and when Li Cuihua pressed a different button, a sharp electrical jolt shot directly into her clitoris.

Lin Xiaona screamed—a raw, animal sound. Her hips bucked, trying to escape, but the rope held her wrists and ankles spread wide. Li Cuihua watched the timer on her phone.

"Five minutes of this. Then we see if you can still think."

The jolts came every thirty seconds. Between them, the vibrators kept a steady deep massage. Her body betrayed her. Despite the pain, despite the humiliation, her pelvis began to rock, seeking more contact. Her nipples hardened. A thin stream of lubricant leaked down her thighs.

*I can't... I'm going to cum...*

The next jolt hit as she was on the edge. Instead of tipping over, it sent her into a convulsive spasm, her vision whiting out. She came—an orgasm that felt like falling off a cliff. Li Cuihua laughed.

"Oh, you like that, don't you? You dirty slut."

Another jolt. Another orgasm. Her brain began to dissolve. The room narrowed to a tunnel of sensation, the faces around her blurring into shadows. There was Wang Dali's laughter, Zhao Laosi's rheumy eyes staring at her spread legs, Zhang Ergou jerking off in the corner.

The fifth orgasm was different. It wasn't pleasure or pain anymore—it was a dissolution of self. The boundary between her and them, between victim and accomplice, between disgust and delight, all melted away. She felt her mouth open. She heard her own voice, but it sounded like it came from far away.

"I'm a bitch."

Li Cuihua paused the remote. "What did you say?"

"I'm a bitch," Lin Xiaona repeated, louder this time. Tears streamed down her cheeks, but her lips were curved into a smile that didn't belong to her. "I'm your village bitch. Flesh toilet. Use me however you want."

Wang Dali stepped forward, his cock already hard again. "Say it while I'm inside you."

He mounted her without waiting, thrusting into the space the egg vibrator had vacated. The egg was still taped to her clit, now pressed between their bodies. Li Cuihua resumed the jolts. Lin Xiaona cried out with each impact, but the words kept spilling out.

"I'm a bitch... a whore... your flesh toilet..."

Zhao Laosi pushed Zhang Ergou aside and knelt beside her head. "Open that mouth, toilet. I need to piss."

She opened her mouth. The warm stream hit her tongue, and she drank. It was the final ritual—the final surrender. She had no names left for herself. She was only object, only hole, only a thing that served.

When they finally left her alone, the straw soaked with their waste and her own fluids, she lay staring at the cobwebbed ceiling. The remote was still active, the egg releasing a low hum that kept her in a state of constant arousal. She didn't try to remove it. She didn't want to.

Somewhere far away, a memory of a girl named Lin Xiaona wearing a white dress in a Shanghai garden flickered and died.

She closed her eyes and waited for the next man to come use her.

The afternoon sun blazed down on the dusty threshing ground at the edge of the village. Lin Xiaona stood trembling in the center, her thin cotton dress clinging to her sweat-soaked body. She had been waiting here for an hour, ever since she heard the rumors that the men gathered after their midday meal.

When she saw Wang Dali emerge from the shade of the old elm tree, her knees buckled. She didn't think. She simply dropped to the ground, the gravel biting into her bare knees.

"Please," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Please fuck me."

Wang Dali stopped walking. His shadow fell over her, blocking out the sun. "What did you say, city girl?"

Lin Xiaona looked up at him, her cheeks burning with shame even as a wet heat pooled between her thighs. "I need it. I need someone to fuck me. Please, Uncle Dali."

The other villagers had gathered now, forming a loose circle around her. Li Cuihua let out a sharp laugh. "Look at that! The little princess begging like a dog in heat."

Wang Dali stepped closer. His hand came up, and the slap cracked across Lin Xiaona's face with such force that she tumbled sideways into the dirt. Pain exploded through her cheek, but beneath it, something else stirred—a shameful thrill that made her gasp.

"Again," she breathed.

Wang Dali's eyes narrowed. He grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her upright, then slapped her other cheek. This time, Lin Xiaona moaned. Her hips ground against the ground beneath her, her thighs pressing together as moisture seeped through her panties.

"She likes it," Zhang Ergou said, stepping forward. His thin face was twisted into a grin, his eyes fixed on the way Lin Xiaona's dress had ridden up, exposing the pale skin of her thighs. "Let me take her to the old oak. I'll teach her proper."

Wang Dali grunted and released her hair. "Fine. But don't break her yet. We've got all summer."

Zhang Ergou grabbed Lin Xiaona by the arm and dragged her across the threshing ground toward the ancient oak tree that stood at the edge of the wheat field. Its gnarled roots jutted from the earth like twisted fingers. He forced her to her knees again, then produced a length of rough rope from his pocket.

"Hands behind the trunk," he ordered.

Lin Xiaona obeyed, pressing her back against the rough bark as he bound her wrists together, the rope biting into her skin. He wrapped the excess around the trunk, pulling her arms taut so that her chest arched forward, her small breasts straining against the thin fabric of her dress.

Zhang Ergou stepped back to admire his work. The other villagers had followed, forming a semicircle around the tree. Li Cuihua was already whispering to two other women, pointing at Lin Xiaona's bound form and laughing.

"Let's see what we've got here," Zhang Ergou said, crouching in front of her. His hands found the hem of her dress, and he tore it upward, ripping the fabric to her waist. Lin Xiaona's panties were soaked through, a dark stain spreading across the thin cotton.

"Filthy slut," he muttered, but his voice was thick with arousal. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down her thighs, exposing her to the open air, to the eyes of the villagers.

Lin Xiaona squeezed her eyes shut. She could hear them murmuring, could feel their gazes crawling over her skin. Her nipples hardened against the torn fabric of her dress.

"Look at me," Zhang Ergou commanded.

She opened her eyes. He was unfastening his pants, and when his cock sprang free, Lin Xiaona's breath caught in her throat. It was huge—long and thick, veined and dark, jutting from his pelvis like a weapon.

"Open your mouth."

She hesitated for only a second before parting her lips. He grabbed the back of her head and shoved himself inside, filling her mouth so completely that she gagged. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his shaft, tasting salt and sweat.

"That's it," he groaned, beginning to thrust. "Take it all."

Lin Xiaona's eyes watered as he fucked her face, his hips slapping against her lips with each stroke. She tried to breathe through her nose, but the rhythm was too fast, too brutal. Drool spilled down her chin, mixing with the tears that streaked her cheeks.

After several minutes, he pulled out, leaving her gasping and coughing. He moved behind her, positioning himself at her exposed entrance. The head of his cock pressed against her folds, and she braced herself.

He didn't enter gently. He rammed into her with a single, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Lin Xiaona screamed—a raw, animal sound that echoed across the wheat field. Pain and pleasure tangled inside her, each sensation feeding the other until she couldn't tell them apart.

"You like that?" Zhang Ergou growled, grabbing her hips and pounding into her. "You like being fucked like a whore?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "Yes, yes, yes."

He fucked her with mechanical precision, each stroke driving her body forward against the rough bark of the tree. The bark scraped her spine raw, but she didn't care. All she could feel was the fullness inside her, the way his cock stretched her, claimed her.

When he pulled out, she whimpered at the emptiness. But he only laughed, turning her around so that her bound hands twisted behind her. He lifted her legs, hooking them over his shoulders, and entered her second hole—the tight, unused one.

Lin Xiaona screamed again, this time in genuine pain. He was too big, and she was too dry. But he didn't stop. He fucked her harder, deeper, until she felt herself split open around him.

"Please," she begged. "Please, it hurts."

"Good," he said. "It's supposed to hurt."

He took her other hole again, alternating between the two, never giving her time to recover. By the time he finished, spilling his seed across her stomach, Lin Xiaona was barely conscious, her body limp against the ropes.

Wang Dali stepped forward then, untying her from the tree. She collapsed face-first into the dirt, her body shuddering with dry sobs. But they weren't done with her yet.

"Get the toys," Li Cuihua said. Her voice was cold, clinical. She knelt beside Lin Xiaona and rolled her onto her back. "Spread her legs."

Two other women took hold of Lin Xiaona's ankles and pulled them apart, exposing her used, swollen flesh. Li Cuihua produced a thick glass dildo from her apron pocket, its surface slick with cooking oil.

"This was my husband's favorite," she said, pressing the tip against Lin Xiaona's entrance. "Let's see if you can handle it."

She pushed it inside with one smooth motion. Lin Xiaona's back arched, a broken moan escaping her lips. The glass was cold and unyielding, filling her in ways that flesh could not.

Li Cuihua began to fuck her with it, slow and deliberate at first, then faster. Another woman dropped to her knees beside Lin Xiaona's head, straddling her face.

"Lick," she commanded, lowering her cunt onto Lin Xiaona's mouth.

Lin Xiaona obeyed, her tongue finding the woman's clit through the wet folds. She lapped at it desperately, hoping to please, hoping to earn some small mercy.

The gangbang continued for hours. They brought out more toys—vibrators, butt plugs, a leather paddle that left red welts across her thighs and ass. The women took turns using them on her, their laughter ringing in her ears. The men stood watching, stroking themselves, waiting for their turn.

Lin Xiaona lost count of how many times she came. Each orgasm was a wave that crashed over her, leaving her gasping and trembling. She squirted across the dirt, soaking the ground beneath her, and still they kept going.

Zhao Laosi stepped forward as the others began to tire. He was old, his skin like crumpled paper, but his eyes were sharp and cruel. He held something in his hand—a leather harness with a thick rubber cock attached to it.

"Open wide," he said, fastening the harness around his waist. "I've been saving this for you."

He knelt between her legs and shoved the rubber cock inside her, then reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit, rubbing in tight circles. The double stimulation was too much. Lin Xiaona's vision went white, her body convulsing as another orgasm tore through her.

But he didn't stop. He kept fucking her with the toy, kept rubbing her clit, forcing orgasm after orgasm from her exhausted body. She begged him to stop, but the words came out as incoherent babbles.

And then, in the midst of the most intense climax she had ever experienced, something broke inside her. All the shame, all the resistance, all the last remnants of who she used to be—they shattered.

"I am a bitch," she screamed, her voice raw and hoarse. "I am a bitch! I am a fucking bitch!"

The words echoed across the threshing ground, bouncing off the empty wheat fields. The villagers fell silent, watching her with a mix of satisfaction and disgust.

Zhao Laosi pulled out and stood up, unstrapping the harness. "She's ready now," he said, looking down at her trembling form. "The training is complete."

Lin Xiaona lay in the dirt, her body covered in sweat and seed and dirt. Her limbs trembled uncontrollably, and her throat was raw from screaming. But somewhere deep inside her, in the place where the old Lin Xiaona had once lived, there was only emptiness now. And in that emptiness, a twisted kind of peace.

She had given them everything. She had nothing left to lose.

The villagers began to disperse, heading back to their homes and their fields. Wang Dali paused beside her, looking down at her broken body.

"Clean yourself up," he said. "We'll do this again tomorrow."

Lin Xiaona nodded weakly, unable to speak. She lay there until the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. Then, slowly, painfully, she dragged herself to her feet and limped back toward the village, leaving a trail of blood and semen in the dirt behind her.

The August night was thick and humid, the air heavy with the scent of hay and dried manure. Two weeks before Lin Xiaona was to leave for university in Shanghai, the village had gathered in the old stone warehouse at the edge of the fields. Oil lamps flickered on the dirt floor, casting long shadows across the wooden beams. Wang Dali stood by the entrance, his thick arms folded, a grin splitting his sunburned face.

“She’s going back to the city soon, lads,” he said, his voice carrying over the murmur of fifteen men and half a dozen women crowded inside. “But she ain’t leaving without one last proper goodbye.”

Lin Xiaona knelt in the center of the floor, naked, her wrists bound with rough hemp rope to a post above her head. Her blonde hair was tangled, her green eyes half-lidded with anticipation. The two months of training had carved a new truth into her bones: pleasure came from surrender. She had learned to crave the pain, the filth, the degradation that made her feel more alive than any polite life in Shanghai ever had.

Zhang Ergou stepped forward, his thin hands trembling as he touched her cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I can’t believe you’ll be gone.”

“Not yet,” Lin Xiaona replied, her voice low and smooth. “I’m still here tonight. Use me.”

Li Cuihua emerged from the shadows, carrying a wooden bucket and a leather whip. Her sharp eyes gleamed with malice. “Don’t get soft, Ergou. We’re not done breaking her in.” She set the bucket down, revealing a thick, greasy mixture of pig fat and ashes. “For her pretty skin,” she said, smearing a handful over Lin Xiaona’s breasts. “So she remembers what she really is.”

The orgy began in earnest. Wang Dali was first, undoing his trousers and shoving his cock into her mouth without warning. Lin Xiaona gagged, but her throat relaxed, trained to accept him. He grabbed her hair and pumped, grunting like an animal. Zhao Laosi, the old man with missing teeth and yellowed nails, crouched behind her. He prodded her asshole with two fingers, then forced his wrinkled cock inside her rectum. The fullness made her gasp around Dali’s shaft.

“That’s it,” Zhao Laosi rasped, his breath hot on her neck. “Take it all. Your graduate degree won’t teach you this.”

Li Cuihua stepped back, holding a smartphone. She filmed every angle, narrating in a mocking singsong. “The city princess at her final lesson. Look at her, stuffed like a farm bird. Three holes full, and she’s smiling.”

Lin Xiaona was indeed smiling, tears of ecstasy streaming down her face. Wang Dali came in her mouth, thick and bitter, and she swallowed without being told. Zhang Ergou took his turn, climbing onto her from the front while Zhao Laosi remained buried in her rear. Lin Xiaona’s pussy was next, stretched open by Ergou’s average but eager cock. The rhythm was chaotic, a three-person violation that left her trembling.

Other villagers joined. A fat woman named Hei Feng knelt over her face, pressing her wet cunt onto Lin Xiaona’s mouth. “Clean me, bitch,” she growled. Lin Xiaona licked and sucked, her tongue working mechanically while more men lined up. Cum splattered across her belly, her thighs, her hair. The rope bit into her wrists, but the pain only deepened her arousal.

Li Cuihua circled the scene, zooming in on Lin Xiaona’s face. “Say it for the camera,” she commanded. “Tell the future viewers what you are.”

Lin Xiaona’s voice came out slurred, thick with spunk and saliva. “I’m the village bitch. A cum dump. I belong here.”

“And when you leave?” Li Cuihua pressed.

Lin Xiaona’s eyes focused on the lens. A strange, blissful resolve settled in her features. “I’ll return. Every summer, every holiday. I’ll come back for more. The city doesn’t know how to use me like you do.”

By midnight, the warehouse floor was slick with fluids. Lin Xiaona had been untied but immediately bent over a hay bale, her ass raised. Wang Dali shoved a fist-sized cork into her rectum, plugging the flood of semen inside. Li Cuihua pushed a rubber stopper into her vagina, then a hard plastic gag into her mouth. All three holes were sealed, stuffed with the combined seed of over a dozen men.

Zhao Laosi poured a bucket of leftover kitchen grease over her head, letting it drip down her back. “There,” he said. “A proper glaze for the pig going to market.”

Lin Xiaona knelt on the floor, her body a trembling map of abuse. Cum pooled in her nostrils, coated her eyelids, clung to her eyelashes. She licked her lips and tasted salt, copper, and sour sweat.

Li Cuihua stopped recording and pocketed the phone. She grabbed Lin Xiaona’s chin and forced her to look up. “You remember your promise. This video goes viral if you don’t show up next June.”

“I know,” Lin Xiaona whispered through the gag. “I want this. I need it.”

They left her in the warehouse until dawn. When the first gray light crept through the cracks, she crawled to the door, her body aching, her holes still full. Wang Dali was waiting with a bucket of clean water and a rag. He washed her roughly, silently, his hands almost gentle in their brutality.

“You’re a good girl,” he said, his voice gruff. “Don’t forget where you come from.”

Lin Xiaona dressed in the clean clothes he handed her: a simple cotton dress and worn sandals. She stood at the edge of the village, her suitcase packed, the morning birds singing overhead. The scent of sex and grease clung to her skin like a second layer.

She looked back once at the warehouse, then at the dirt road leading to the bus stop. Her body throbbed with a dull, satisfied ache. She knew with absolute certainty: this was not an ending. It was a beginning. A cycle she would return to, again and again.

And she smiled.