Chapter 5

China today is another vaunted classless society. The mandarins are gone, and new mandarins are in their place. The air is one of equality, and all work diligently for the state. But there are those who tell another story of what happens in still another land.

Sun-sat-nen was a student in the Midwestern United States. He was a secondary source to an event which supposedly occurred in the shadow of the new leadership in Peking. As a secondary source, his account must be taken with the traditional distance always accorded to such relations. He was not there, but stated that, during an earlier time in Tokyo, he spoke with a young refugee of Red China who escaped while on a business mission to Viet Nam and made his way to Japan where he now is said to reside as a private citizen. Sun-sat-nen in turn migrated to the United States

I am not speaking against the new China. I want to assume university studies. It was there, in a small cellar room off the large campus where he was enrolled that he rendered the following account:

I am not speaking against the new China. I want you to know that immediately. You have encouraged me to speak about China today as I know it, at least by second hand, to be. In your attempt to encourage me so, you have related to me an incident which apparently occurred many years ago in the Soviet Union. Quite naturally, as I know you will agree, the incident is not necessarily representative of all life in the Soviet Union. It is restricted to the nature of one man's observation and clouded by the passing of many years since it occurred in a very impressionable young boy's life. By the same token, that which I will relate need not at all be indicative of conditions in the new China. I must emphasize that point. And I must state further that I merely relate the incident in order to fulfill your request for an account of life as it may possibly be in a land we all know so little about.

Now then, let me proceed to my discussion of the matter at hand. The girl's name, we shall say, is Chu-lei, and the boy's name is Lang-yen, and the supervisor's name is Mar-kei; Chu-lei, Lang-yen, and Mar-kei. The girl is twenty-two and very lovely in an oriental way. She is modest and withdrawn, and she is not sexually driven in the manner of the Western women who surround us with their unbridled egoism at all times. Rather she is sweet and demure, a flower of her land, a pride to her new nation. That is important.

The boy is twenty-five. He is young, virile, dedicated to the erection of a better world for everyone. He is learned in the teachings of the great Mao, and he knows them by heart, expressing their practicality at every occasion when they are deemed pertinent to matters at hand. He works hard for his wife and their future.

Mark-kei is a party functionary, similar in a sense to Petrov in the account you related to me of life in early-day Stalinist Russia. He preaches the teachings of Mao too, but you suspect at times that he is unrelated to that which he parrots. He is one of those who speaks perhaps in platitudes, knowing many, believing in none.

Now in the new China, you must understand one thing. Everybody serves the state. Each man and wife, though married, submits himself and herself willingly to the needs of the state. If the state requires a technician in a far away province and the technician is the wife, the husband surrenders her and submits to the time he will be removed from her. Vice versa is true as well. Always, the state comes first. That is most important to understand in the context of this tale.

Now it so happens that Lang-yen was such a technician. Never mind what his particular specialty was. Nor be concerned about Chu-lei's specialty either. Both had such, but they were for the state, and the state is all that must consider them. It is sufficient to note that on a day in June or perhaps it was July, for the bloom was on the lovely flowers of dear Peking and the air was bright and the days long, Mar-kei came to the couple in their small state-furnished apartment and passed to Lang-yen the order to depart for a distant province of the interior, far away in the reaches of Mongolia.

The couple was distraught. In the days before the order was to take effect, the queried together what should be done. Chu-Lei whispered in the night that perhaps a way could be found by which Lang-yen would not be required to fulfill the assignment.

Lang-yen shook his head angrily. "I know what you intend, dear wife of China," he whispered forcefully. "You speak against all the teachings of Father Mao when you utter such a profanity."

Chu-lei begged forgiveness of her husband. "I am but a humble creature," she beseeched him. "I know not. what I say. I would but hold him whom I love so dearly." And she sought physically then to hold him in the dark night.

But Lang-yen angrily broke away from her, and he cursed her infidelity to the state. "You blaspheme the new China," he told her in savage whisper. "You rage in your capitalistic greed against the new world that awaits Father Mao's teachings. You are against the China we love when you speak so."

"No, no," pleaded Chu-lei. "I, frail creature, never would work against our new China. The east is red, my love. The east is red and I would have it not otherwise." And she wept for her weakness.

On the morrow, Lang-yen departed. The time drew near, and, in view of his wife's blasphemy, as he saw it to be, he departed before the full expiration of his period yet at home. He felt it due the state that he leave and not be tainted by the temptation which his wife represented in that moment. And he left her tearfully even while she,-likewise with tears, yet stoically said not what most she would say, in effect that he should remain at least unto that final date when he was due to depart.

So they parted, and there was a last wave of hands, one to the other before Lang-yen withdrew his head into the westward-bound passenger train that slowly drew away from the Peking station. And when she turned to leave that station, when she would cross the street from it and make her way down the crowded narrow thoroughfares of dear Peking in route to the empty apartment she now would inhabit in the time that they must be parted, she and Lang-yen, she chanced to see Mar-kei waving to her from a nearby kiosk where he purchased the latest copy of the government journal.

Mar-kei smiled to Chu-lei and signalled that she should wait upon him. She did so, and he offered her transportation in his government-owned vehicle, an emolument to his position in the party hierarchy. At first hesitant, recalling that only short minutes earlier she bade her dear husband farewell, Chu-lei nevertheless accepted Mar-kei's offer and accompanied him in the automobile.

They spoke of many things. Mar-kei assured

Chu-lei that Lang-yen was serving the state in the profoundest measure imaginable. "He is a worthy youth," stated Mar-kei, "one of the finest of the young China." And he rested a comforting hand upon Chu-lei's where inadvertently she had placed it between them to the seat as they drove through the narrow and winding streets of dear Peking.

She saw that which he did, and she was sore afraid. She wished to withdraw her hand, yet would not offend him who saw her superior, who praised her dear husband, who through so long had been their good friend. So she suffered conflict for that which occurred but proceeded to let it continue to occur.

Then they became lost in the narrow and winding streets of Peking. Mar-kei fretted as they neared a park which she knew was considerable distance from her apartment building, and she could not understand how it came to pass that Mar-kei could be so mistaken in his choice of traffic route to her abode. Then strangely, as they would pass on the far side of the park as if Mar-kei had decided there existed a route there leading to her abode, he claimed the vehicle was without further fuel and could not travel any distance more. And she fretted when, as it approached dusk, he eased the vehicle off the thoroughfare and beneath a wide patch of trees away from the pedestrian crowd which began moving again towards the rest of Peking and perhaps to their abodes for another night's precious sleep.

"We must go a foot," said Mar-kei with a sigh.

"We must travel so, and in the morning I will send a messenger with gasoline for the vehicle. Come. I will take your hand and guard you against tigers." And he clutched Chu-lei's hand as he held wide her door and she stepped from the automobile.

Chu-lei was sore afraid. She did not know the particular area of the city wherein they walked and the night was now dark, and there were many trees and shrubs and few persons still along the thoroughfare.

Suddenly, Mar-kei called aloud, "Eiee, I have forgotten. A document lies in my vehicle which I must possess in the instant when the morning's business commences. Come, sweet and admirable Chu-lei, we must return quickly so that I may retrieve it lest tigers come in the night and usurp the valuable instrument. Come." And he clutched Chu-lei's hand and hurried along the thoroughfare returning to the vehicle.

Suffice it to say, no document was present, and Mar-kei fretted terribly. "Already there come plunderers upon the land," he raged quietly. "The new China is invaded by thieves. I leave but a minute and they fall upon this vehicle as upon prey in a vast capitalist jungle. Eiee, what they have done." And he sat on the seat which Chu-lei earlier had occupied and his door was open and he held Chu-lei's hand and mourned his fate.

So they tarried awhile, and Chu-lei became afraid in the night, and she urged Mar-kei to leave the vehicle, pleaded that he report the theft to the people's police upon his arrival farther in Peking, but that in the moment he leave and take her towards her abode.

It was then that Mar-kei turned to her, and he looked quietly and yet strangely eagerly upon her fair countenance in the dappling moonlight, and he queried, "But why are you afraid, sweet Chu-lei? Why fret you so? Know you now that you are safe from tigers when you are with Mar-kei? Know you not that I am your benefactor and protector?" And he smiled pleasantly upon her fair countenance in the moonlight.

Chu-lei protested that she knew as much and she was ashamed for her words and begged that Mar-kei understand their true meaning. "It is not that I would not tarry with you," she explained to him, "but rather that I must not indulge myself in the night thus. I owe it to sweet Lang-yen who even in this instant travels away to serve the new China on the far frontier."

"But of course," responded Mar-kei. "And you are not indulgent, precious Chu-lei. Rather, you in your way serve the new China even as does good and loyal Lang-yen who travels into the distance in this exact minute. You serve the new China by abiding with me, by comforting me in this moment of my maximum travail, comforting another who toils in the interests of the great society."

And with that he clutched Chu-lei's hand again and now drew her rapidly to him and before she perceived that which transpired, he rose from that seat, gripped her tightly, pressed his lips upon her lips, and twirled her about so that it was she who stood in a moment with her back to that seat upon which he only momentarily had departed. And in a subsequent instant, he pressed her back upon it, and she fell to it, and he fell upon her.

In the instant too, ever rapidly, he had high her fragile skirt, and ripped most quickly her precious panties away, gripping them most fiercely and tearing them from her frail loins; and all in that instantaneous explosion of maximum movement, Mar-kei had his weapon from his trousers and had Chu-lei's sweet wide thighs parted, and he placed his weapon with ripping thrust inside her body.

She cried aloud, and he stilled her instantly with a sharp hand clasped to her mouth. And he moved his force up and down her lovely opening, and he whispered, "Cunt. Precious sweet flowering cunt of the new China. Cunt that I have yearned for through so long. My dear and precious flowering lovely cunt of the new China. Feel you not the masterful rod of the new China in your precious sweet young box? Oh how long have I awaited this moment in time, dear Chu-lei. How long in the night have I stood before my bathroom mirror and watched myself draw upon myself and think I held you in my arms as now I do, see you again and regret that you would sleep with a dullard who never could know your infinite charms."

She looked up at him in terror, and her dark eyes were wide, and she felt his great force rend her small body, and she wondered that she might not bleed from his terrifying thrust into and out from her narrow void. And she cried within herself, and her wide eyes welled with molten tears as she knew the perfidy which she practiced upon her husband.

Oh true, she knew, she had not wanted it so. Yet, she suspected too, how could she truly deny that it had not been planned somewhere in the raging unconscious. Father Mao would say it was long planned. Father Mao would render it to an account of her capitalist past. Her earliest origins were returning to disturb her, and she, like so many, was falling away from the flock.

So she cried silently as he penetrated her, and Mar-kei whispered hotly, "Deny not a good cock, Chu-lei. Deny not that which transcends all that dullard youth you call your husband ever could render you. Mar-kei, I, I Mar-kei, party functionary Mar-kei have the supreme cock. Admit that fact, sweet Chu-lei. Admit that fact." And he forced himself again and again into her gradually-loosening narrow canal.

Ah, but that very fact, the fact of its gradual loosening, inspired Mar-kei and he whispered again hotly, "Chu-lei sweet, your juices prove whose cock is supreme. I rape you, and your juices prove that I am your choice. Tell me when your dullard husband ever provided you with such pleasure. Tell me, Chu-lei. Tell me."

When she did not answer him, though he released his hand from her lips in order that she utter to him a response, he slapped her face and called her a capitalistic fool. "Street urchin of capitalism," he hissed. "You fail the state when you admit not the beauty of the state's blessed ones. Street urchin of imperial dynasties, you fail the new China." And he spat upon her fair countenance, blinding her momentarily with his sputum.

Then he moved towards that flickering instant when the world stands still and all Time is caught in a brilliant explosion of Chinese New Years. He moved to that moment when the world is a bright candle and lanterns dance everywhere. He moved to that moment when he fiercely cried, "Chu-lei, I'm coming. I'm coming, Chu-lei, do you hear? I'm coming in your cunt? I'm a raging hot torrent in your steaming cunt. Chu-lei, you pig capitalist bitch, I'm coming in your hole." And he rammed his great rod again and again in her narrow channel as he delivered unto her all his molten seed.

Then they were done, and he lay awhile in her and let his force dwindle in the retreat of his stilled passion. And at last, he removed himself from her, wiped his rod upon her skirt, laughed in her face, went to the far side of the vehicle and entered and proceeded to start the automobile immediately. "Come," he then told her, "the gods of ancient China have provided the fuel. They are inspired at the sight of my great conquest and your secret ardent desire. Come, we go together in a vehicle powered by grand love." And away they drove.

In the morning, Chu-lei awoke from a deep dream of madness, one in which she ran through endless corridors escaping a great tiger that could not be lost, and she remembered again all that had transpired in the previous night, and was distraught. She would not visit her place of work, not wishing to meet Mar-kei, her superior. And yet she would not forsake the new China, and she blamed herself for her misfortune. So she went to their place of employment, resigned to her fate.

There she met Mar-kei who smiled benevolently upon her, and he invited her to join him behind closed doors in his office, and he reported that which he termed "good news," and he stated that it was possible a mistake had existed in the governmental orders which transferred Lang-yen to the far province. When Chu-lei became joyous, Mar-kei cautioned her to remain still, and he added that he believed it might require certain research on his part, but that he would keep her informed. Then he dismissed her and she saw no more of him that day.

In the night he visited her apartment and entered to speak with her of "further information" he said he had gained during the interim period from their last conference. He stated that he believed a certainty of chance existed that Lang-yen could be recalled. "But it will take time and effort on my part," he whispered. "And naturally I do it only for the new China. Therefore, in the interest of our great leap forward, shall we not do the same?"

His blatant arrogance and terrible hypocrisy and brutal pun on a grand design affronted Chu-lei and she recalled again that which ever had been with her from the previous night, remembering her sorrow and the terrible shame cast down upon her and her ancestors by the unmitigated terror Mar-kei had practiced upon her.

Simultaneously however, she was reminded of that which she was certain Father Mao would say of her own perfidy and long history into the traditions of her forefathers from whose blights she must be purged if she would know the blessings of the great society which she would love. And she thought too of the-likelihood that Mar-kei could bring back her precious Lang-yen, and thought then her burden might be ended. And she wept within herself for her frailty and told herself she wronged Lang-yen and the new China by submitting to such a temptation, by seeking selfishly to gain something for herself.

Yet, sorely in conflict with herself as she was, she yielded to Mar-kei's importunings that night and she permitted him to lead her to the chamber wherein so often she had lain with sweet Lang-yen whom she knew she dearly loved. She disrobed at Mar-kei's insistence, and stood mutely before him while, seated on the side of her bed where dear Lang-yen so often himself did sit, he admired her small body and clasped her buttocks and fondled her pubic hair and kissed her nipples and made her passionate for the lusts of forbidden love.

And she lay upon her marriage bed, spread her legs wide and raised her knees, and clutched her new-found lover into her body as he penetrated her deeply and said, "I love your sweet-smelling cunny, dear Chu-lei. I love everything about your lovely cunny." And he drove long and powerful and exciting strokes into her canal such as she believed she never had known with her dear husband.

And that realization, or suspected realization, troubled her, also.

So the night passed and when he had made love thus three times to her, Mar-kei left the bed and dressed and bade her good-night and told her kindly that he would have more to report on the morrow.

And the morrow brought another brief conference in his office and another night in her marriage bed with Mar-kei. And in that night, he told her, "Let me ram it up your vag, doggy fashion, sweet Chu-lei. Let me show you the beauties you never have known. Let us make passion as do the proud canines. Let us make lust as do the dogs."

She turned upon her bed, went onto her hands and knees, and he crawled between those lovely thighs, spread her buttocks gently and then inserted his hot long rod to her narrow small warm vault. And he gripped her hips and inserted his length fully to her narrow crevice. Then he fondled her breasts, played lightly his fingertips to her nipples and stroked next her clit.

Soon she became very excited, and she began to moan, and she cried out, "Oh, Mar-kei, I have never known anything so beautiful. I have never known anything so beautiful in my life." And she rolled and turned her posterior against his hard abdomen.

Then he said to her, "Say it as you feel it, sweet Chu-lei. Do not hide behind a veil of shame. Say it as you feel it. Say, 'I like to fuck you, Mar-kei. I love to feel your dick in my hole. I want your cock all the way into my cunt.' Say it, sweet Chu-lei. Do not deny yourself."

At first she hesitated. But as he continued to play lightly his fingertips to her breasts and nipples, to cause them archly to swell, and to play equally so upon her gentle clit, there rose in her a thrust of voice which she feared was not even her own as she cried suddenly loudly, "Oh, sweet Mar-kei, I love your long dick. I love your powerful cock. My cunt throbs with your prick inside me. I like the beautiful feeling of this grand fuck, and my twat aches to hold you forever."

Mar-kei laughed and moved towards his orgasm.

So time passed, and night after night Mar-kei made lust with Chu-lei. By day they also copulated. In the nights, they mated upon her marriage bed, and by day they lusted in Mar-kei's office. And the time passed so.

Then suspicion grew among the others of the group as to what transpired behind the closed door of Mar-kei's office whenever Mar-kei and Chu-lei were together there. And soon a quiet investigation ensured, and neither Mar-kei nor Chu-lei were aware of the investigation. Quietly the information was gathered and passed through all the hierarchy of the party unto Father Mao, himself. And then in a profound act to benefit the new China Father Mao revealed to all, from his superior wisdom, as he perceived all that had been unfolded to him, that the diabolical one, the cold and ruthless Mar-kei, was an agent of the enemy, was not in fact a true member of the party, and long had served the cause of insidious capitalism.

Father Mao revealed that it was Mar-kei's mission to destroy a poor flower of the new China, to corrupt an example of goodness, to willfully work wrong against the future of the people's republic. Mar-kei, with malice aforethought, had seduced Chu-lei and made her thereby a servant of the nefarious capitalism. By teaching her all the lustful practices of the decadent West, he caused a great breach in her heart so that she lustfully then in her marriage bed and in his office became the willing tool of capitalistic lechery.

A servant girl of the new China originally, she was exploited by a malefactor of capitalism who posed as a member of the worthy party. Seduced because of the weakness of her own flesh, in her desire to possess Lang-yen again, she descended into the dark regions of the heart in her abandonment to her desires. And thus, once a precious flower serving a great society, she became a sad poor example of capitalism's rank-and-file, servants all to the lusts of the human heart. She failed her land and her people.

Yet Father Mao was benevolent. When with his superior wisdom, he contemplated the condition of Chu-lei, he knew that Lang-yen had been sent to the far provinces by a false order of the capitalistic pig agent, Mar-kei, and he promptly rescinded that order and returned Lang-yen to Peking. There, in proper atonement for her wrongs against her fellow man, Chu-lei humbly awaited him. And Chu-lei thanked Father Mao in her heart for the chance to serve the new China again with her dear husband. She thanked Father Mao in her heart very much.