I’m a flower picker and a whoremonger.
After the publication of my book “Short Stories: Sister” in Yuanyuan, I am grateful for the appreciation and encouragement from my fellow netizens, and I would like to thank them. Readers’ criticisms and responses are the most important improvement and encouragement for authors, and I believe that all authors on the Internet share the same feeling.
The author would also like to thank the moderator Yuan Yuan and all the volunteer administrators for providing a free space for the public to post and read all kinds of erotic works.
Two years ago, there were a hundred erotic websites competing with each other, and the one that I appreciated the most was Yuan Yuan: the system was good and easy to use. This should be the reason why only Yuan Yuan stands out today.
As a token of appreciation for the love and care of our netizens, we would like to release another collection of essays, “Wild Bees Gathering Honey”. This collection can be regarded as a sister work to my book “Short Stories: Sister”, which specializes in reporting on the rape of young girls. Information will come from scans, translations, excerpts of articles, social news, and personal writings. When the first four sources are used, the author will modify and edit them to help users understand and read them.
Wild Bee Honey Collection (1)
In recent years, the law and order situation in South Africa has deteriorated to such an extent that there are cases of white women being raped and defiled by native blacks every day. White women have been raped or gang-raped, from children as young as seven or eight years old to adult housewives.
In fact, the rape of white women by blacks in South Africa has been going on since the 1960s, only that it is not as common as it is today. At that time, there was a trend in the international community to sympathize with the blacks in South Africa against white domination, and countries avoided reporting on the many incidents of black rape of white women in South Africa, so they were rarely heard of outside the country. Since the transfer of power in South Africa, the military and the police have not had the mentality of actually defending the white race and have seldom pursued the cases, so the indigenous fanatics have become even more blatant.
The events described in this article are true and took place in the mid-1960s. One of the innocent victims at the time, Ms. Helen Nesley, told a radio station in Mexico in 1970, and the massacre was publicized in the local Spanish-language press. One of the innocent victims at the time, Ms. Helen Nesley, told a radio station in Mexico in 1970, and it was only after the local Spanish-language press revealed the gang rape of a number of young girls to the world.
Miss Helen Nesley was one of the guests at the cocktail party. One of the guests at the cocktail party was Miss Nesley, a twenty-year-old nurse who had just arrived from London, England, last week for a vacation.
By 6 p.m., the banquet party had been going on for quite a while. The guests were mostly wealthy local merchants and landowners, all originally from the Dutch or English colonies. The men were all a little drunk, and the women were laughing and joking.
The patrol of South African soldiers stationed three miles away left that day to patrol another sector with only a few soldiers in the battalion, temporarily suspending routine patrols in the area.
Helen swam around. Her girlfriend, Madge, who had invited her along, and her other girlfriend, Lois, were chatting and laughing rather coquettishly with a handsome, middle-aged South African diamond merchant. The host of the dinner, Mr. Wendig, was of English origin and was a well-to-do local landowner. At this moment, his five beautiful ladies were all busy passing exquisite and delicious food to the guests. They were all dressed in short skirts, revealing their slim white legs, white aprons, and Dutch girl’s bonnets. The ladies were ten, twelve, thirteen, fourteen and sixteen years old.
The eldest, Gelsey, had a pair of very beautiful and conspicuous full breasts, brilliant blonde hair, blue eyes, and was particularly bright and colorful. The other teenage sisters were all very pretty, but not as gorgeous and striking as their big sister.
Miss March was about eighteen years old, with shiny soft brown curly hair down to her waist, dark brown eyes, slightly reddish-brown skin from frequent sunbathing, a toned body with smooth firm thighs, perhaps slightly overweight but still beautiful and attractive. Cocktail party dresses that were short enough to reach the strands exposed the entire length of the toned thighs. The thin, tight-fitting blouse emphasized a pair of round, firm breasts, and the lack of a bra made the nipples clearly visible. Her clothes were very seductive and provocative.
Ms. Lois, who was about twenty years old, was slim, but her breasts were fuller and more pointed than Madge’s. She wore a wide, low-cut, short smock that left the tops of her breasts exposed and her nipples almost visible.
Madge and Lois had just returned from England to visit their parents in Johannesburg during the school holidays. They had been invited to a reception by their parents’ old friends, the Wendges, and had invited their best friend, Helen, who happened to be here on vacation, to join them. The three of them have no idea of the impending doom.
Wendig’s youngest daughter, Margaery, was ten years old, sweetly innocent, with azure eyes, still quite naughty and mischievous, and was now running around, helping out with her sisters. Slim and long-legged, she seemed much taller than girls her age, and her developing breasts were clearly visible under her thin smock.
Among the guests were another fourteen-year-old and three white girls of eleven or twelve, who had come to the party with their parents, and the four of them sat down to enjoy the cake and laugh and talk.
Suddenly, there was a commotion in the garden outside the door, followed by the gate being broken open. A group of armed soldiers with guns rushed into the hall and immediately took control of the entire hall on all sides; there were about thirty of them.
“Tie them up!” Pointing to the men present, the leader ordered.
“Separate the young girls from the others!” A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he sized up the girls, one by one.
The men were tied to chairs, most of them intoxicated and unaware of what was happening. Elderly middle-aged women were herded into the adjacent ballroom and monitored by four soldiers armed with Russian-made AK-47 semi-automatic rifles.
As these women were being driven away, several of the younger women were being lightly touched by the soldiers, who rubbed their breasts, buttocks and pussies, and several servants were locked into compartments.
“If you know how to be at peace, you will not be harmed.” The soldier warned the servants.
There were only twelve young girls left in the hall, frozen at a loss for words.
Helen recognized the leader as “Bhutto,” a very tall, tough black man whose picture she had just seen on the front page of the newspaper this morning, the leader of one of the branches of the guerrilla mercenaries that fought exclusively against the whites, and who had raided several farms in the neighboring province a week earlier, where many white women had been gang-raped.
“You!” He ordered Helen: “You come here!”
Helen walked hesitantly over to him and stood unyielding before him. She was so young and slender that she was out of proportion to this magnificent officer.
“My men have been running around for days… they’ve had no entertainment… you know what I mean?” He smiled with his gold-rimmed teeth: “They need women, and these girls are just the thing. Let’s start with you!”
Helen, who was twenty years old, was one of the seven teenage guests. The blue banquet dress could only cover the upper part of her thighs, and most of her beautiful slim legs were exposed, and she was wearing a low-cut blouse, revealing half of her bulging breasts. The twelve girls in the hall were all beautiful and lovely, and in the eyes of the sex-starved soldiers, they were like a group of fairies from heaven.
Bhutto waved his hand to the soldiers under him : “You may begin, choose your favorite!” He said calmly.
Soldiers swarmed forward, two at a time, and grabbed the upper arms of a terrified girl from the left and right. A young soldier who looked like Bhutto, about fourteen or fifteen years old, darted forward and grabbed the ten year old Margaery. Those who had wanted to grab Margaery had the good sense to stop and not compete with the young soldier. The other soldiers who didn’t get a share of the girl each chose one of the captured girls and followed her.
“Father, I want this one!” He smiled at Bhutto and said, “I’ll take this snow-white little girl, I’ll bet she’s a virgin…”
Margaery flinched in panic, but was firmly held by the powerful young soldier.
“No! No!” Margery hissed in horror, “Don’t let him…”
But no one came to her rescue. She was dragged by Bhutto’s son to the door. In the shade of the garden, her flimsy blouse was immediately ripped off…
Two of the mercenaries were white, one German and one French by their accents. They were already pushing and pulling, trying to be the first to take sole possession of Miss Winchester Grissy, who had been captured by the two of them.
Bhutto stopped them both by yelling, “Let her go! You have to wait!”
The two white soldiers let go on command, and the other two tall black soldiers, who were close behind, immediately stepped forward to take over and catch Grissy by the arms.
“She belongs to the Negroes!” Butoh said loudly, “She’s so white and innocent, she needs a great black cock first, not you two drunken white drunks!”
Sixteen-year-old Grissy tried to break free and escape, but was unable to move as she was held fast from side to side by two large, powerful black men, who cracked grins at her impishly.
One of them ripped her corset and tore off her bra, and her snow-white, bulging nipple-balls popped out, and at sixteen she was really very luscious and fleshy. She sobbed and whimpered with sadness and was on the verge of fainting.
Twenty soldiers dragged the ten young girls to the grassy meadow between the bushes in the garden, some of the girls feeling bewildered, some whimpering, some howling. A few more soldiers followed, removing their clothes and pants as they went.
Buteau held a knife in his hand, the tip of which he plunged into Margaery’s tight corset, dragging it down her chest. The corset was immediately cut and torn off, and her upper body was completely naked. The tip of the knife cuts through the skin in two places, oozing blood as he roughly uses it. She wailed and cried in horror as her breasts swelled with two small, newly developing breasts with tiny pink nipples. He tore off her little white panties, his hand roaming over her small breasts before reaching between her legs to fondle the smooth, hairless mounds of flesh, his fingers probing the slit. Margaery wailed in horror.
“They’re going to rape all the girls here!” Bhutto said calmly to Helen, who he had dragged here.
Helen sobbed sadly. Her wrists were clasped in Bhutto’s large, strong hands as he pulled her into the grass among the bushes, and she seemed small before the tall, dark man. He faced her, and in the slanting rays of the setting sun she saw that he was already approaching her with a gleaming military sash in his hand. She thought he was going to kill her, that her life was about to end. The cold blade pressed against her chest, and in an instant both corset and bra had been cut, and he tore off the cut bra and kissed her pair of bulging breast globes fervently, licking and sucking the soft white flesh with his tongue and lips.
A moment later the blade flashed again. The front of her banquet dress was completely slashed, and Helen screamed, pounding him with her small fists, to which he was oblivious as he continued to rip her silk panties down, his large hands caressing her completely naked thighs, his fingers slipping into her slit to fondle them.
He pushed her down to lie on her back on the grass, spread her thighs, parted her pussy lips with his fingers, and slowly inserted the tip of the bayonet into her pussy. She shuddered as she felt the cold blade enter her vagina, and then she screamed in horror as she felt a sudden pain in her lower pussy, like being stabbed with a branding iron.
He slowly pulled out the sash, ignoring her screams of pain. He looked at the blood on the tip of the blade and then quickly stripped himself of his clothes and pants. He stood proudly, his skin glistening black in the setting sun.
“A moment ago you were still a virgin, now I can be sure you are no longer!” He showed his teeth and smiled.
His thick, huge cock was already standing tall, like a ten-inch long, blackened iron rod. Kneeling down beside her, he tore all the tattered clothes from her body. She was now naked from head to toe, her whole body white and delicate.
“I’ll have you, little thing.” He said calmly, “If you resist, I’m still going to rape you, and I’m going to take the white woman’s pussy, and I’m going to take yours!”
Helen whimpered and sobbed, trying to reach for some of the broken clothing beside her to cover her partially naked body, but he snatched it away and threw it away. “Don’t cover up!” He said, “I want to see your beautiful naked body!” He ran his large, rough hands over her soft belly, the firm, elastic globes of her breasts, and gently pinched her nipples with his fingers.
A moment later, he was straddling her breasts on his knees, his big, stiff, ten-inch cock flopping in front of her, and she could see the clear, dribbling fluid coming out of the eye of his glans.
He brought the glans to her mouth, “Open your mouth and suck it!” He ordered her, “If you do it right, I won’t hurt you!”
“No! No! No!” She sobbed, tilting her head sideways as Butoh’s glans left shiny, thin trails of dipping liquid on her cheeks. He caught her cheeks and shoved the glans hard between her lips, forcing her to open her mouth.
The large cock entered her mouth and she found it difficult to breathe as the glans pushed into her throat. Her mouth felt bitter; he hadn’t bathed and cleaned his lower parts after days of military service.
He pulled out of her mouth, roughly parted her white and tender thighs, knelt between her legs, placed the head of his large and hard cock between the lips of her cunt and rubbed it a few times between the slit, smeared some saliva on the glans, put the head of his glans at the entrance of her cunt, and violently pushed up his waist, and at once he inserted the ten-inch-long, iron-hard cock almost all the way into her tight and narrow little that was still seeping with blood, and then with one more push the head of his glans touched the cervix of her uterus.
She felt her lower body being forced in by the hard wooden rod, her cunt being stretched open, the iron hard head of the rod still burrowing inward, trying to get in deeper. She screamed repeatedly in pain. At the same time she heard the shrill hisses of the other girls around her, rising and falling.
Just beside the neighboring bush, Helen saw that the slender body of the already naked Margaery was being held close to her chest by Bhutto’s son, her feet dangling in the air, her legs slightly parted, with his dark, stiff rod between her legs, and she appeared to be sitting straddling a flat out mast. Little Bhutto was very strong, she was like a rag doll, seemingly soft and shriveled. Her eyes were closed, her head resting on his shoulder, her blonde hair over his glowing black skin. Helen couldn’t be sure if Margaery was awake or had lost consciousness.
“Have mercy on her! Don’t destroy her!” Helen cried out, “She’s only ten years old!”
Bhutto laughed triumphantly. “That’s even better!” He exclaimed in an impassioned voice, “A little virgin like that is just right for my son!”
Buttons Jr. laid the fainting Margaery flat on the grass, spread her tender legs and buried his head under her belly, licking and tasting her bare mound and virgin slit. Then he rose up like a nimble panther and thrust his hard cock right into her opening. A little further in, he encountered an obstacle, and he shrugged his hips hard, thrusting inward, the glans opening up her tight walls, and the whole cock plunged into Margaery’s virgin pussy.
He shrugged his hips and with a quick thrust he began to cum, screaming with pleasure. A mixture of semen and virgin blood oozed out of his mouth and onto Margaery’s bare ass.
“He’s taken her virgin flower!” Bhutto whispered to Helen, then suddenly pulled his cock out of Helen’s tender center, and immediately thrust it all the way in, forcing open the walls of her vagina, which was new to manhood, and stabbing into her little hole.
“Taste this!” He whispered in Helen’s ear, “Taste my big black cock!”
One large hand clasped both of Helen’s delicate wrists and lifted them high above her head, pressing them to the floor; the other large hand rubbed her puffy breasts, thumbing the nipples.
Helen’s lower pussy rose with the huge rod and she howled shrilly in pain as she felt the hard pestle and mortar poke into her womb.
Butoh’s cries of pain fell on deaf ears as he began to push into her, thrusting deeper with each stroke. After more than a hundred rapid and furious thrusts, he took her in one hand, and with both hands on her white ass, he forced the two plump strands outward, and shoved the middle finger of his left hand deeper than the second knuckle into her rear end. The shock of this heretical intrusion made her bounce violently.
A little while later, she felt his glans grow even larger, and she suddenly and immediately felt a very strong wave of desire come over her, completely against her will, and she couldn’t help but be on the verge of an orgasm. She couldn’t help but cry out in pain and humiliation and the desperate need for carnal release.
Butoh was on the verge of extreme pleasure, and with a low growl, he ejaculated into Helen’s flower. Helen shrugged her hips in uncontrollable, enthusiastic response to his final thrust. He nibbled on her plump globes, blood oozing from the bites on the underside of her nipples.
When he had finished cumming, he pulled out his cock, which was covered in lewd slurry and cum, and got up and turned his back on Helen, paying no more attention to her.
He wiped his prick with Helen’s torn cut and torn and shattered party dress and put his shirt and pants back on.
All around, naked Negro soldiers were raping the girls’ pussies with lust, while others were fondling and playing with their white naked bodies.
The Wendges’ sixteen-year-old daughter, Grissy, was now being carried on her back by four naked black soldiers, each holding an arm and leg, into a grassy area spacious enough for several people. She was in a state of horror, and had already been stripped naked. She had been cut in several places when the soldiers had carelessly and acutely cut her clothes and pants, and some blood was still oozing from her body as she was pulled and carried by the four men to lie on her back, her waist-length blonde hair now just hanging to the ground.
She sunbathed often, and her breasts and pussy, covered by her bra and panties, were not exposed to sunlight, keeping her skin its original milky white color. If it weren’t for the two fishy red nipples on her breasts, in the dimming light of day, one would think she was still wearing her pure white bikini swimsuit. Above her slit was a small assortment of short, light blonde, sparse, soft, almost imperceptible sexual hairs. She had been gang-raped, and her gaze was blank.
One of the soldiers found a couple of long skewer pins in the kitchen. He chose two shiny, sharp needles, took one of them, cupped her full breasts with one hand, pressed the tip of the needle into a small indentation in the center of the outer globe, and then suddenly drove the needle hard into the flesh of the breast. He squeezed the globe with one hand and pushed with the other until the needle came out the other side of the globe. He picked up another needle and drove it through Gelsey’s other ball in the same way. Blood oozed from all the wounds and the nipple was forced up. Her screams were horrifying, but she was held fast by several large black men.
“Now you no longer need a bra!” The man who had pierced her breasts smiled toothily. As a matter of fact, her breasts could not stand the painful stimulation, and by now they were already standing up like two hills.
“We’re gonna have to give her a good one!” One of them said with satisfaction. The four soldiers who were carrying her each took hold of her sunburned, purple-red hands and legs and pulled her as far as they could outward, leaving her body suspended flat on her back, about the height of the soldiers’ dildos between their legs.
A group of ten men surrounded Grissy, one leaning over to suck the tips of her bleeding nipple globes, biting her nipples, while the other stood between her parted thighs, grabbed her rounded buttocks, and rammed his hardened, thick cock, roughly and deeply, into her young, tender , and immediately began a round of frantic pumping, ignoring her cries and cries of pain completely. The other man forced his cock into her tiny mouth, pumping it in and out, and her calls became gurgling and slurred.
One by one, the soldiers raped and raped her…
They rolled Girish over onto her back, facing the ground, but still suspended in the air. One stood between her legs and spread her ass flesh outward, and his thick, hard cock, slowly and with considerable difficulty, plunged into her rosebud in the back of her ass, and then he began to shrug… They sodomized her one by one, her pussy and asshole filled with cum, which continued to leak out in trickles.
At least ten of them raped her beautiful body. When they were done they moved on to another girl. The last one to leave pulled the pins out of her tit-globes with a carelessness that showed no mercy to Grissy’s screams of agony.
“Good!” Bhutto said, “Take her back to the house! This is Wendigo’s favorite eldest daughter. How many of you have ever met her?”
“There were ten of us…” replied an older black soldier, about thirty years old, “and I fucked her twice.”
The two soldiers complied and carried the limp, half-concussed Grissy back to the house.
The garden surroundings were still filled with the hissing sounds of girls being roughly raped. One of them, thirteen-year-old Mette, had resisted mightily; but her assailant, a chimpanzee-like hunk, had clasped her small white hands in his big, strong hands and spread them outward, and he had pinned Mette to the ground, sucked her small breasts all the way into his mouth, and slid his huge, rod-like cock underneath her slit, forcing his way into her small .
Mette felt an excruciating pain, as if a branding iron had been pushed into her lower body… She screamed… Because she tried to resist, three men came together to “punish” her… and all three rods were ravaging her fat white pussy, rosy posterior, and cherry mouth at the same time.
“She’s too young…” murmured Helen, sighing.
“This is beautiful! … such a beautiful naked white girl!” Bhutto said with a smug smile.
All twelve young girls in the garden were broken and gang raped one by one, and none were spared.
Helen watched helplessly as her two best friends from England, twenty year old Madge and eighteen year old Lois, were being roughly raped. They were both virgins and had tried to struggle, but one by one they were broken and forcibly raped by the thick black cocks.
After a long time, all the soldiers had finished, and the grass was strewn with the white naked bodies of girls who had been gang-raped. Some of them were moaning, some were crying, their faces covered with tears… The only exception was Helen, who had only been raped once so far. She seemed to be Bhutto’s exclusive property, and no one else was allowed to violate her.
“Rape is a terrible thing,” Bhutto said flatly, lying down close to Helen, “and sometimes it can really get out of hand, don’t you think? But this is our revenge on the bad white men here, whose women we have ruined!”
“Now what are you going to do with us?” Helen asked.
“I wanted to slit your throats with a knife,” Buto said mercilessly, “but I changed my mind about letting you live so that they could witness what we can do to their women!”
Helen lay dazed and disoriented, blood still seeping from several places on her body as she tried to move her body to keep Bhutto from getting too close.
Bhutto was unexpectedly civil to her. “Little thing,” he said, “you are free to go. I only took you because I liked you and wanted to taste you, not ‘revenge’ as I just said. This time you and your two girlfriends from England had the misfortune to happen to be at the party of these white Dutch villains.
Oh yes, I know exactly who the three of you are, I had good intel before I came.” Bhutto showed his teeth and smiled.
Bhutto ordered the soldiers to start dressing and carry the girls back inside. The soldiers appeared obedient to him and immediately complied. Like freshly shorn sheep in a slaughterhouse, the naked girls were slung over the shoulders of the soldiers into the house.
In the plush ballroom, the girls’ loved ones, their parents, were horrified to see them carried in and neatly arranged on the smooth floor in front of them. The girls, completely nude, had zero cuts and bruises, and their lower bodies were all in shambles, some still bleeding.
Bhutto instructed four of the soldiers who had come in from outside to replace the soldiers who had been on watch inside the house.
“Now it’s your turn!” He said to the recently discharged soldier, and then he said to the others, “Anyone who wants them can have them again!”
Almost all of the soldiers responded enthusiastically, removing their clothes and pants again. The quicker ones had already reached the girls they had chosen, spread their thighs and plunged their hard cocks into their already ravaged little ones. Each of the twelve girls had a big black man on top of them, their asses all shrugging rapidly as they began to roughly rape them before the eyes of their parents and friends. The rest of the soldiers stroked and kneaded them, some sucked on their breasts, others stood behind the ones they were raping, stroking their cocks as they waited their turn.
Some of the girls tried to resist, but immediately two or three soldiers would come forward to help, holding them down by their arms and legs, with no way to resist. The hall resounded with the whimpering and hissing of the young girls, the giggling of the soldiers, and a peculiar gurgling sound as the twelve long, thick dildos rubbed against the twelve white, tender little ones filled with semen.
The upper ungrown hairy couple of little girls were obviously the group’s special favorites. Bhutto also inserted himself midway through the line and raped this little ten year old daughter of theirs once in front of Margery’s parents. Three other eleven and twelve year old girls, also naked on their pussies, had multiple people lined up around them as well. As the numbers increased, the rapists seemed to have a tacit understanding that each of them would pump the four hairless pussies a few dozen times before moving to a different shift.
But the hottest of all was the sixteen year old girl, Grissy, who had already been raped by a number of men, and who was now being gang-raped by a number of men again. This time the two white mercenaries got what they wanted, raping her smooth, plump pussy for a long time before cumming in it.
Helen had been gang-raped five times without Bhutto’s protection, and she had to suffer in silence. The sixth was a thin but very tall, tough black man. His prick was about fourteen inches long and he penetrated so deeply that Helen felt a great deal of pain and she felt his glans protrude into her womb. He lowered his head to kiss her, and she fought it off with her hands, desperately trying to avoid it, whimpering “Get off!” The long man grabbed her hand and slapped her so hard she fainted.
When she woke up, the black man had already enjoyed her and was pulling out of her white little pussy the long prick that he had just ejaculated inside her.
The odor of semen filled the air in the hall, and Helen smelled the strong, pungent pungency of an Armenian chemical.
The soldiers’ animalistic desires all seemed to have been given vent to their fulfillment, and Bren ordered a dress code, which the soldiers complied with.
Bhutto walked over to Helen, “Look after their wounds… I know you’re a nurse.” He said to Helen as if giving an order.
Soldiers fought off rifles, cartridge belts, automatic machine guns, and other objects and departed in droves.
As soon as they were gone, Helen ran over to Madge and Lois. They were both half-sitting up, still completely naked, their beautiful naked bodies covered in blood, dirty sweat from the soldiers, and smears of pungent semen. There was a deep horizontal cut under Madge’s firm, plump right tit, still bleeding, and it looked as if the orcs had tried to cut off her beautiful globes at one point.
“I’m going to need your help!” Helen said to her two friends, “We must rescue the little girls, starting with the youngest, Margaery… but we must untie the men immediately!”
She picked up a knife on the floor, which the soldiers had missed and not taken with them, and cut the ropes from Mr. Wendig and the other men. The men had been sober for some time, and immediately after they were untied, they got their weapons from the gun-room, and quickly formed a squad, which at once set out in pursuit of the mercenaries, who had done their mischief and lust.
With all communication equipment in the house destroyed by the soldiers, and the vehicles damaged and immobilized, Wendig told a younger man to ride a bicycle to a neighboring town where there was a doctor for emergency medical help. The young man was ordered to do so and immediately sped off.
Helen ran into one of the bathrooms, grabbed a large towel and wrapped it around herself, then found a stack of sheets and towels in the ironing closet. She took all the sheets and towels out and carried them down the hall, distributing them to all the naked girls. By this time, there was a lot of weeping, with tearful mothers comforting their traumatized daughters and vowing revenge…
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