第2章 西瓜田（Watermelon Field）in English Version

　　A brown-skin slave girl is laboring in a watermelon field, with a ball chain on her foot and a slave’s brand stigmatized on her body. Although she has brown skin, her palm, soles of feet and cute genitals which evenly shows from codpiece seems in a cute and teenagelike pinky white color.

　　 The girl\u0027s owner and two other men have sauntered up from a distance. When the girl saw them, she fell to her knees and spread her hands on the ground, the palms of her hands and the soles of her feet shining in the rich black earth.

　　 The owner and his friends are chatting and laughing easily, discussing the harvest of this year. They are patting watermelon one by one, and finally choose a big one with rumbling sound when patted, and say something to the girl.

　　 The girl get up from the ground, found a watermelon knife nearby, and then cut the pedicel deftly. Patting the watermelon with her hand, the girl is looking for a suitable position, then she inserted the watermelon knife into the parting, and the watermelon just get burst. The girl break the burst piece in her hand, kneel on the ground and lift is to her owner, the man take that watermelon and pass it to his guest to taste.

　　 The girl keep cutting watermelon and gave it to her host and his guest. There was only one piece left. While smiling, the host pointed to the rest of the watermelon and beckoned to the girl. The girl smiled and picked up the last watermelon, then sit in her host’s arms, and eating.

　　 Guests began to touch the girl\u0027s mouth under host’s guidance, checking girl’s health situation from her teeth. Girl open the mouth with obedience, and licked men’s hand with tongue by the way. The men turned her feet over and rubbed them to see if she could walk a long distance, and the girl pressed her toes together and shivered, as if she were nervous enough to climax with the man.

　　 A man behind her put his finger on her underside. Is this to check her fertility? The girl gave a mild cry and turned round with a smile, only to be caught and kissed on the lips. Then she felt her arms gripped, a magnificent penis against her sweaty anus.

　　 This is the owner\u0027s penis, which she can feel from the shape of her body being invaded. Soon, she was held up in the air and another man snapped at her from the front. It was so irritating that her tongue left her master\u0027s mouth and screamed, but it was soon stopped again, and a new, larger male organ pressed against her tongue, taking pleasure in rubbing it in her esophagus between vomits. The girl reached an orgasm, crying, and then she had several more orgasms -- real orgasms, all of them, like rehearsed, tongue still stuck out of mouth, dripping with saliva, toes buttoned tightly, as if grasping something.

　　 Afterwards, the men sat on the ridge of the field, caressing the girl lovingly. As she purged the men\u0027s penises with her mouth, the girl tried to stick her butt up to keep the semen from spilling. After all, it was a slave\u0027s dream to conceive his master\u0027s child.

　　 Then, as if it had been agreed long ago, the men suddenly stood up and dragged the girl to a tree beside the ridge of the field. Many wooden and iron instruments were hung by ropes from the trees. The master, deftly grasping a wooden collar, pointed at the girl, smiling and showing a healthy set of white teeth.

　　 Then, before the girl could speak, the men fastened her head and hands to the wooden collar. Another threw the rope attached to the wooden collar over the pulley fixed in the tree and pulled with his hand, pulling the girl to her feet.

　　 Skillfully, the men patted the girl on the back of the head, found a suitable position, stuck it in with a watermelon knife, and pried open her skull with a squeak. The girl screamed and trembled, but her hands and neck were immobilized and she could not move, so her legs kicked furiously and her fingers stirred wildly.

　　 The man frowned, as if feeling his magic show was interrupted by his own furniture as unhappy, picked up a watermelon knife while cutting off the girl\u0027s leg, and then touched the other side of the girl\u0027s buttock egg, and cut the thigh tendon. The girl was soaked in sweat and blood like a watermelon, her mouth were torn by her teeth, her eyes were fluttering wildly, and she mumbled words as if she were imploring god or her master to give her a peaceful death.

　　 The man grabs the girl\u0027s torn skull again, chops it off from under her head and hair, waves it threateningly in front of her eyes, and thrusting that watermelon knife into the girl\u0027s wooden collar as a warning, or a charm, to keep it at the boundaries of her vision.

　　 The two guests approvingly rubbed the girl\u0027s vibrant cerebral cortex, felt the comfortable touch of the brain with their hands, and kneaded the brain\u0027s flesh, which was wrapped around nerves and synapses. The girl\u0027s screams grew slower, the lisp increased, and the joints and skin twitched occasionally, as if in discomfort with the male stimulation of the brain. Occasionally, a girl would express sadness that she might never be able to bear a child for her husband.

　　 Knowing that the time had come for him to show his hospitality as a landlord, the man reached out his big thick hand, took the brain out of the girl\u0027s skull and put it into the hand of another man. Immediately the girl\u0027s head fell down and she could not make a sound. The man grabbed both lobes of his brain like a woman\u0027s breast and masturbated by thrusting them into his penis, moaning and groaning.

　　 Another man grabbed the girl\u0027s head, pulled out the cerebellum and played with it, then stuck it into his erect penis like a cherry on a cake. He shook his penis at the other two, and a deep, vague laugh came from his mouth.

　　 The host watched contentedly as the guests played with their prey, grabbed the pocket-like girl\u0027s brain and pulled it out like seafood meat. The girl\u0027s body twitched nervously for the last time, as if it were remembering the last orgasm. The host sniffs sadly at the brain stem and pauses to ponder over the wine vessels and fermenters in the distant room, long distance nearly invincible.

　　 The girl bent her head lovingly, her legs crossed on the ground, her eyes closed serenely, her hands and her head fixed on the shelf, her big breasts propped innocently, and she calmly suffered the heavy yellow urine of ammonia smell that three men had exposed in her head. The spattered liquid, which trickled slowly down the brown skin from the firm breasts, glistened in the sun and burst into bubbles, was evidence that urine was full of thick semen.

　　 What a fertile land! The men looked at the sunny day in the distance, as if they were watering the watermelon fields, urinating seriously and occasionally shaking their hands to make the girl\u0027s head shake a few times like a juicy container.

　　 he next day, a new girl arrived at the watermelon field, also handling the winery\u0027s new fertilizer.

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