[Urban] Phoenix in Flames (Complete) - 7

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Chapter 15 of The Storm

(15) The Rescue Operation
The night was deep, and a half-moon cast its silvery light upon the earth. The high walls of Bali Prison were deathly silent. The glaring lights swept across several entrances and exits, making the occasional barking of a wolfhound seem even more jarring in the silence.
Suddenly, a commotion erupted from a cell on the west side of the prison. The guards heard the noise but didn't bother to intervene; who wanted to run around at one in the morning? Besides, fights among prisoners were common.
After a while, the noise subsided, and only the faint sound of a woman's sobs could be heard.
In cell number 132 of Bali Prison's west side, Shu Yiping was pinned to an iron bed in the corner by six or seven tall, burly Indonesian women. A leather strip torn from a bed sheet gagged her, and her head was pressed firmly against the hard bed board. Her prison uniform was open, and her lower body was naked. Her two jade-like legs, gleaming faintly in the night, hung on either side of the bed. Her hands and feet were tightly held by the women standing beside the bed. An Indonesian woman, whose large prison uniform couldn't even contain her obese body, knelt on the bed and inserted a thick carrot into her vagina.
Under normal circumstances, these women would be no match for her. She was a seventh-degree black belt in karate and had once subdued six thugs single-handedly during a mission. However, she had been subjected to inhuman interrogations for several days, which had exhausted most of her physical and mental strength. During the ten-hour journey to Bali prison, she had been raped by prison guards, and the prisoners on the same vehicle had not spared her either. Dozens of repeated rapes by more than a dozen men had left her almost exhausted by the time she arrived at Bali prison, severely traumatized both physically and mentally.
After getting off the prison van, she was unable to walk. Two prison guards dragged her to the bathroom, used a high-pressure water gun to wash her body, which was covered in men's semen, and then raped her again on the wet floor.
Upon arriving at cell 132, Shu Yiping immediately collapsed onto the bed. In her hazy state, she seemed to hear her cellmates discussing her. Her years of experience as a police officer told her that these tall, muscular female prisoners were definitely not good people, but she couldn't understand their language. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep.
Little did Shu Yiping know that cell 132 was the most terrifying women's cell in Bali Prison. Every inmate there was extremely perverted. Unable to find men in the prison, they targeted young women, using sexual abuse to satisfy their uncontrollable lust.
Their leader, Basha, was a fearsome figure in Bali Prison, feared by all. She possessed immense strength, easily defeating even men in a fight. Furthermore, due to her kinship with a high-ranking Indonesian official, even ordinary prison guards treated her with deference, making her the undisputed queen of the female prisoners. Basa, just over forty, had an extremely strong sex drive, but her barrel-shaped figure and shrewish appearance made her uninteresting not only to the guards but also to the male prisoners. Basa's burning desire and extreme physical needs made her insatiable for beautiful women.
She spent the entire night in a state of extreme excitement; the warden had assigned such a beautiful young Chinese woman to her cell—truly a gift from heaven. After dinner, Basa and her companions began discussing how to properly "train" their beautiful prey. Watching Shu Yiping's snow-white arms and a glimpse of her jade-like legs peeking out from under her prison uniform, everyone felt restless.
Finally, midnight arrived, but no one was sleepy. Realizing the guards should be resting, Basa finally made her move. Basha hadn't expected this seemingly frail Chinese woman to possess such strength. The first few who pounced on her were all kicked to the ground. She had to take matters into her own hands, her over 200-pound body pressing down on the woman who weighed less than half her own. Shu Yiping nearly broke a rib under the weight. Because she hadn't recovered her strength and was outnumbered, she finally became their delicious prey.
Shu Yiping stared at the enormous, dark breasts, larger than watermelons, before her, her heart filled with extreme bitterness: "What did I do wrong in my past life to deserve this retribution?" Her mouth was gagged with a cloth, and she tried to scream, but no sound came out. A hard object was inserted into her already swollen, bun-like vagina, and tears of humiliation streamed down her face.
Half of the large red radish entered Shu Yiping's vagina. Basha bent off the pointed end of the radish, lifted her large buttocks, and took the other half of the radish into her own body. She gripped Shu Yiping's breasts tightly with both hands, pressing her buttocks against her pubic bone, grinding and rubbing. Soon, the fluid from Basha's vagina soaked Shu Yiping's body. Several female prisoners around her tied Shu Yiping's hands and feet to the bed frame, then each of them touched her smooth, delicate skin with one hand and their own vulva with the other, emitting incredibly lewd moans.
With a crisp "plop," Basha used too much force, splitting the carrot inserted into both vaginas in two.
"Not enough." Basha first scooped out half of the carrot from Shu Yiping's vagina and put it in her mouth, chewing it with relish. Not satisfied, she then scooped out the half of the carrot, still sticky with fluid, from inside her own body and ate it.
Watching Basha's perverted behavior, Shu Yiping felt a chill run down her spine.
One of Basha's companions dug out a foot-and-a-half-long leather tube from a hole in the corner of the wall. The two ends of the tube were tightly tied with rope, and the middle was filled with sand. This was one of the sex toys that Basha and her companions had painstakingly made. A nearly half-foot-long tubing once again connected their vaginas. This time, Basha wasn't afraid of it breaking again. Her large body swayed rapidly up and down and side to side. Under her weight, Shu Yiping struggled to breathe, her vision blurring. As Basha reached her climax, the sand-filled tubing lifted her body into the air, and she fainted again.
When she woke in the morning, Shu Yiping had a splitting headache. The scenes of Basha and her gang's abuse from the previous night were still vivid in her mind. Just as she was still immersed in the pain, a prison guard dragged her up and made her work in the workshop.
Prisons were the cheapest places for labor, and the female prisoners mostly did handicrafts. Basha was the overseer in this workshop; she didn't have to work herself, but instead moved around supervising the other female prisoners.
Shu Yiping sat
at a table, her assigned task being to string together scattered beads into a mat. This task was relatively simple and easy. But Shu Yiping couldn't concentrate at all. The blows of the past few days were beyond her capacity to bear. The thought of spending so much time in this dark, dreary prison, and not knowing if she would ever escape, filled her with extreme fear.
…Shui
Ling arrived at Chief Executive Dong's office. The Chief Executive was reviewing a thick stack of documents.
“Uncle, how's your contact with the Indonesian side going? What did they say?” Shui Ling asked.
Chief Executive Dong looked up, a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He said in a deep voice, “The Indonesian side said they can't release a murderer.”
“She's not a murderer. She's my partner, a good police officer who is loyal to her duty.” Shui Ling wouldn't allow anyone to call Shu Yiping a murderer.
“I know, but this matter is quite tricky, and our relations with Indonesia are not good right now…” the Chief Executive said.
Before he could finish, Shui Ling said, “I understand. I'll figure it out myself.” She turned and left.
At the office door, the Chief Executive asked, “What do you plan to do?”
“I must get her out,” Shui Ling said resolutely.
...
Inside the Black Dragon Society headquarters in Hong Kong.
Ding Fei reported on the attack at sea by "Black Sun." Mo Zhentian remained silent, the atmosphere heavy. After
a long while, Mo Zhentian finally let out a long sigh. The rescue of Jin Xiaoji and the others was undoubtedly a major blow, and the loss of a key subordinate was even more heartbreaking.
"This defeat has taught us a lesson: we must never underestimate our enemies. Alas, Fei, lust is a double-edged sword. How could you be so foolish! I originally intended to punish you severely, but now we need capable men, so I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself through meritorious service," Mo Zhentian said in a deep voice.
Ding Fei, his forehead covered in sweat, breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "President, I will definitely not fail again."
Hei Zhentian continued, "A good friend of Shui Ling, who is specifically our enemy, has been imprisoned in Bali, Indonesia. Shui Ling has already set off for Bali to rescue her. Now you must go to Indonesia immediately and remove this thorn in your side."
"Why go to such lengths to set up this scheme? We have the ability to get rid of her in Hong Kong as well," Ding Fei asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Shui Ling is that old man's niece. If we touch her in Hong Kong, I'm afraid that old man will act desperately. If we do it in Indonesia, we can extricate ourselves from the situation. Do you understand?" Mo Zhentian said.
Ding Fei nodded in understanding and said, "I will definitely live up to the President's expectations."
"Good. When you get there, contact the Chief of Staff of the Indonesian Armed Forces, Habley. He is one of our men,"
Mo Zhentian said. After
dinner
, Shu Yiping dragged her weary body back to her cell. In this cage devoid of human rights and law, the only way to win the right to survive was through strength. Although the day's work was arduous and the food terrible, she felt satisfied, and her strength had fully recovered.
If she could recover to 60-70% of her usual level, she wouldn't have to endure the arbitrary bullying of those damned fat women anymore. She estimated that, barring unforeseen circumstances, it would take at least two or three days to recover to that level; for now, she was no match for them.
The other inmates sat together, watching Shu Yiping enter. One of them said in broken Chinese, "Hey, Basha wants you to come over."
Shu Yiping was startled. Should she go over? If she didn't, she would only anger them further, and they would surely use even more vicious and brutal methods against her. She hesitated for a moment, then finally turned around and walked to the middle of them.
Basha was overjoyed to see her obediently approach. Since she couldn't speak Chinese, Fia, who had a rudimentary command of Mandarin, had to translate for her.
"Beautiful Chinese girl, what's your name?" Basha asked. Fia's Mandarin was quite broken, but still understandable.
"Shu Yiping," she whispered. Although Shu Yiping was considered one of the best female police officers in Hong Kong, she appeared rather quiet, even somewhat fragile—the kind of woman who needed a man's protection. Now, surrounded by these burly, fierce women, she seemed even more pitiful, so isolated and helpless. Although her inner self wasn't as fragile as her outward appearance, Basha had completely lowered her guard.
"Here, I'm the boss. As long as you listen to me, no one will dare bully you, understand?" Basha said.
After hearing Fia's translation, Shu Yiping nodded. "If I'm going to pretend, I'll pretend to the end," she told herself.
Basha laughed heartily and said, "From today onwards, you are my favorite pet. You know that?
You have to be obedient like a puppy or a kitten. Come on, take off your clothes."
Hearing Basha's words, Shu Yiping neither nodded nor objected, remaining quietly standing among them.
Although she had resolved to endure a few more days, she was unwilling to completely abandon her dignity.
Basha, thinking she was somewhat shy, said, "If you're too embarrassed to take them off yourself, you can help her."
The female prisoners surrounding her laughed and removed her dark blue prison uniform. Although the October weather in Indonesia wasn't cold, the naked Shu Yiping still shivered slightly.
Sitting on the bed, Basha took off her pants, exposing her genitals. Her pubic hair grew haphazardly, like a patch of weeds untouched for years. Her two thick labia, like black lips, were wide open like two fans, clearly revealing the open vaginal opening inside. Because bathing was only allowed once a week here, Shu Yiping could smell a nauseating stench from afar.
"Come on, lick it properly, give me some pleasure," Basha said, pointing to her vulva.
Shu Yiping couldn't muster the courage to do so. Just as she was about to refuse, Basha gave her a signal, and two men grabbed her arms, forcing her to kneel on the ground. Basha grabbed her hair and pulled her face between her legs.
"Lick it! Did you hear me?" Basha said fiercely.
Shu Yiping's cheek was already pressed against that wet vulva, the extremely strong stench rushing from her nostrils into her brain. Luckily, she hadn't eaten much for dinner, or she might have vomited already.
Seeing her uncooperative attitude, Basha was furious and said, "Beat her!"
Shu Yiping knelt in front of Basha, her hands twisted behind her back, her legs held tightly down. Then, the two men picked up her plastic slippers and began to spank her snow-white buttocks. In no time, her buttocks were slapped bright red.
Basa grabbed her hair with one hand and pinched her genitals with the other, forcing her face towards her vulva. Although her lips were already pressed against her large labia, she refused to open her mouth.
The rubber tube filled with sand, which had been used the night before, was taken out again, but this time there were two. One was inserted into her vagina, and the other into her anus, which was bruised and red. Shu Yiping, tightly squeezed between Basa's legs, felt the two rubber tubes thrusting rapidly inside her. The intense pain made her scream.
Basa suddenly lifted her hair, forcing her face towards herself, and said, "How about it, lick it or not? If you don't, I'll fuck you to death today."
Shu Yiping knew that if she didn't do as she was told, they didn't know what other methods they would use to torture her today. If this continued, she would be lucky to even survive, let alone recover her strength. In order to end this kind of life as soon as possible, she had no choice but to nod.
Facing the vulva of another woman, the difference was so great. When Shu Yiping bathed with Shui Ling, Shui Ling's alluring body often stirred fantasies in Shu Yiping. Although she tried to control herself rationally, sometimes in the quiet of the night, Shui Ling's body would surface in her mind, especially her virgin vulva—the chestnut-brown down, the pink labia, so tempting, while the vulva before her, like a fat pig, was so alluring.
Shu Yiping would close her eyes, fantasizing that she was licking Shui Ling's labia; only then could she muster the courage.
She had known Shui Ling for over ten years, and she had always had an inexplicable dependence on her, as if with Shui Ling by her side, she was fearless of any hardship. Moreover, if she didn't see Shui Ling for a while, she felt an emptiness in her heart.
Sometimes she even wondered if her dependence on Shui Ling was excessive, abnormal. She tried dating boys, but several boyfriends couldn't give her the same sense of security as Shui Ling. She stopped forcing herself, but carefully maintained her mental defenses, not wanting Shui Ling to notice.
But now, in the midst of her humiliation and torment, her longing for Shui Ling reached its peak. In this hallucination, without Basha's prompting, she licked and sucked her vulva with great passion. Basha screamed like a pig being slaughtered with pleasure.
Because Shu Yiping had behaved well today, Basha agreed to let her go to bed early. Shu Yiping curled up, her mouth full of Basha's foul-smelling honey, and tears streamed down her face.
"Shui Ling, where are you? Will you come to save me...?" In her boundless anticipation, Shu Yiping drifted off to sleep.
(15) Rescue Operation (Continued)
Shui Ling leaned against the window of the long-distance bus bound for Bali, her face weary and disappointed. She had been in Indonesia for three days, using every connection she could, even contacting her uncle's old friend, Indonesian Supreme Court Justice Suzali, but receiving the same answer: there was no possibility of overturning the case. Kind people had even advised her to leave Indonesia as soon as possible and warned her to be careful. Shui Ling decided to go to Bali; partly to see Shu Yiping in person, and partly because someone in Bali might be able to help.
The long-distance bus stopped, and Shui Ling looked out the window. More than a dozen fully armed soldiers stood in an open area not far ahead, signaling for the bus to stop on the side of the road. Having already been checked by the military and police several times on the way, Shui Ling didn't mind and remained lazily leaning back in her seat.
Several soldiers boarded the bus, their gazes sweeping across the carriage before finally settling on Shui Ling. One of them waved for Shui Ling to get off. Shui Ling didn't know what they wanted, but she stood up and got off the bus.
As soon as Shui Ling got off the vehicle, a soldier slammed his rifle butt into her back. She stumbled, and before she could regain her balance, the soldiers swarmed around her and forced her to the ground. With several American submachine guns pointed at her, Shui Ling couldn't resist. She was bound tightly and pushed into a jeep.
The people in the jeep watched this scene in silence, for Indonesia was a military-ruled country where the military's power superseded the law.
The jeep, carrying Shui Ling, bumped along a narrow road. The soldiers were clearly well-trained, their dark gun barrels constantly pointed at her.
Shui Ling didn't know where she was being taken; she felt confused and uneasy.
The jeep traveled for an hour along the mountainous road, arriving at an Indonesian military outpost. Scattered within high walls were more than a dozen one- or two-story buildings. In the center was a large open space where a captain was training dozens of soldiers in formation.
The car stopped in front of a two-story building. Several soldiers pulled Shui Ling from the car and ushered her into the room. The soldiers hurriedly tied Shui Ling to a wooden stake standing on the ground, and then left the room.
Shui Ling tried to struggle, but found that the rope binding her was made of strong tendon, making it impossible to break. All of this happened so suddenly, completely unexpectedly. In the past few days in Indonesia, she had been very careful, staying in different hotels every day, trying her best to keep her whereabouts secret. But she never imagined that she would be captured by the Indonesian army and brought to this remote military camp. Could this be related to the Black Dragon Society? If so, it meant that the Black Dragon Society was also colluding with the Indonesian military, which was truly terrifying.
The door was pushed open heavily and then slammed shut. A man in his forties, tall and thin, wearing a military uniform, appeared before Shui Ling. His long, horse-like face, high, prominent, aquiline nose, and the air of someone long tainted by wine and women, made him instantly recognizable as a wicked man. He saw Shui Ling tied to the pillar, his eyes darting over her from head to toe, then a slight smile crept across his lips. This smile slowly spread across his face, like a stock market investor seeing their shares soar, or a starving person suddenly presented with a sumptuous feast. Shui Ling suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Why are you arresting me? Let me go!" Shui Ling shouted.
Under Shui Ling's loud questioning, the man seemed to come to his senses. He realized he had lost his temper, immediately suppressing his smile and replacing it with a fierce expression, retorting, "What's your name? What are you doing in Indonesia?"
"I'm a Hong Kong citizen, a tourist. Why are you arresting people without cause?" Shui Ling wasn't sure if the man knew her background.
"Tourist? You still want to lie here! Let me tell you, your name is Shui Ling, and you're an inspector from the Hong Kong Serious Crimes Unit. One of your colleagues is imprisoned in Bali Prison, and you've come here to rescue her, haven't you?" the man said sternly.
Shui Ling's heart skipped a beat; the other man knew everything about her, and she couldn't answer for a moment.
Seeing her speechless, the man couldn't help but feel smug, saying, "I told you so!"
"I'm a Hong Kong policeman. I came to Indonesia just to see my friend. What law have I broken?" Shui Ling said.
"To tell you the truth, arresting you was ordered by my superiors. I'm just following orders. Tomorrow, I'll take you to see the person who ordered your arrest. You can ask him all your questions." As the man spoke, he took a step forward, reached out and grabbed Shui Ling's lower body. At this moment, he had completely changed to a lecherous expression, leering, "But tonight, you have to give me a good time."
Only then did Shui Ling begin to understand why Shu Yiping had been unjustly imprisoned. In this country, the law is merely a piece of paper; the weak are bullied and have nowhere to turn for justice. Having been unjustly arrested and brought here, Shui Ling felt humiliated, and faced with the impending humiliation, she was filled with rage. Despite her predicament, Shui Ling remained fearless, for she had survived countless perilous situations only through composure and calmness.
Indeed, Shui Ling had underestimated her enemy. Ding Fei arrived in Indonesia around the same time as Shui Ling. He found the Indonesian Chief of Staff of the Defense Forces, Habrai, and requested his assistance. Although Ding Fei repeatedly warned Habrai not to underestimate this Hong Kong policewoman, the arrogant Habrai believed that killing a woman in Indonesia was easier than swatting a mosquito, and refused Ding Fei's request to participate in the plan, sending his subordinate, Subito, to carry out the mission instead. Ding Fei was somewhat unwilling, but had no choice.
After receiving the order, Subito set up multiple checkpoints on the road to Bali, waiting for Shui Ling to be captured. When his men brought Shui Ling to the camp, he was genuinely surprised. He hadn't expected that the woman he was ordered to capture would be the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Being a lecherous man by nature, he certainly wouldn't let such a beautiful prey slip away. Habley had originally ordered that she be sent to him immediately after capture, but he decided that even if he faced severe punishment
upon his return, he would still possess this rare beauty. Because of the hot Indonesian weather, Shui Ling wore a beige short-sleeved t-shirt and a small floral print skirt. Although it was the most ordinary and simple clothing, it looked exceptionally charming on her. Her flowing, shoulder-length hair was slightly disheveled, and her oval face was covered in dust, but it did nothing to diminish her beauty.
Sutobi's first impression of her was that she was breathtakingly beautiful, because her appearance and figure were more alluring than the most popular adult film stars. But upon closer inspection, he felt a different emotion; it was because her eyes were as clear as a spring, as pure as a saint's. When two completely different qualities miraculously merge in one person, Shui Ling's beauty becomes uniquely beautiful, breathtakingly so.
Subito stood there stunned for a full three minutes before seemingly snapping out of his daze, his hands reaching for her chest. Several thick ropes were tied tightly across her chest, making Shui Ling's already ample breasts bulge even more dramatically.
Through the thin t-shirt, Subito squeezed her high, firm breasts, trembling slightly. He was grasping breasts that were undeniably real, not enhanced by a designer bra, and although he opened his hands wide, he only held a small portion. His hands moved down the high peaks, all the way to the base of her breasts, then squeezed the lower part of her breasts and pushed down forcefully, the swollen breasts almost touching her nipples under the pressure.
"Your breasts are bigger than any of the foreign women I've ever been with," Subito exclaimed sincerely. He then pulled a gleaming military dagger from his tall leather boots and ripped open Shui Ling's t-shirt, revealing her high, firm breasts.
"Your bra is a designer brand, and a super-thin one at that," Subito said, his eyes fixed on her exposed, white chest and deep cleavage, swallowing hard. Shui Ling wasn't particularly concerned with her clothes, but she was particular about her underwear, usually buying designer brands. She was currently wearing a pink, super-thin Barbara bra with delicate lace trim.
A sharp military knife sliced across her cleavage, easily slicing through her designer bra, revealing her full, luscious breasts. Her breasts were round; if you'd ever seen Playboy cover girls, you'd marvel at their beauty, but compared to Shui Ling's, they'd pale in comparison. Shui Ling's breasts were delicate and rounded, shimmering with a jade-like luster, pure white with a subtle hint of blue, making them seem like works of art.
Some say that large breasts in East Asian women can detract from overall beauty, but Shui Ling was an exception. First, her breasts were remarkably firm; their fullness showed no signs of sagging, but rather a slight upward lift, radiating youthful, healthy beauty. Second, her 1.7-meter height, coupled with her stunningly beautiful face, complemented her breasts perfectly, exuding a captivating beauty that could sway any man.
This time, Subito was stunned for even longer before finally sheathing his dagger and reaching out to firmly grasp Shui Ling's breasts. "Mmm..." Subito let out a groan, a sound that was hard to decipher as he leaned his body against Shui Ling.
Subito's hands were jet black, a stark contrast to the white of Shui Ling's breasts. His hands were incredibly strong, his fingers digging deep into her breasts, causing the upper parts to swell like inflated balloons as he squeezed the lower half.
Although Subito's filthy hands were wantonly kneading her breasts, Shui Ling didn't lose her composure. Staying calm in dangerous situations was Shui Ling's consistent style. She now pinned her only hope on Subito quickly untying the ropes binding her legs. Her legs were tied together to the base of the pillar; if Subito intended to rape her, he would surely loosen the ropes. As long as her legs could move, she still had a chance to escape. For now, all she could do was endure.
Just as Shui Ling had predicted, Subito crouched down and untied the ropes binding his ankles. Shui Ling straightened her slender waist, and her legs clamped Subito's head and neck like a giant iron clamp. This move originated from the "Golden Dragon Scissors" technique in Chinese martial arts.
"Listen carefully, with just one more pull, your neck will break," Shui Ling said coldly, staring at Subito's face, which had turned purple.
Subito never dreamed that those once alluring legs would become a deadly weapon. He couldn't speak, only blinking frantically to indicate his willingness to obey her command.
Shui Ling pulled her legs back, dragging Subito against her, and said grimly, "Now untie the ropes binding me. I warn you not to try anything funny."
Subito's trembling hands touched Shui Ling's body again, but his feelings were completely different now. Although her snow-white breasts were still proudly exposed before him, Subito's burning desire had been replaced by the fear of death.
After groping around for a while, Subito finally untied the ropes. Shui Ling slashed his carotid artery with a single blow, and Subito passed out without a sound. Shui Ling casually picked out a well-fitting military uniform and draped it over her shoulders. She leaped out of the back window, quietly escaping the military camp and disappearing into the deep night of the mountains.
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Shu Yiping lay on the warden's long, wide desk, her hands bound behind her back by two guards, her body firmly pressed against the table. Behind her, Warden Sha Xili, a man nearly two meters tall with bulging muscles, gripped her snow-white buttocks, his thick, cannon-like penis thrusting rapidly into her secret place.
It had been four days since Shu Yiping arrived at Bali Prison. Today, after enduring so much, her strength had finally recovered somewhat. When Basha continued to torture her in various ways, Shu Yiping finally couldn't bear it any longer and retaliated, severely beating these hateful fat women. Before she could even feel smug after venting her anger, she was immediately taken to the office of Warden Shashley, known as "the Devil," by prison guards who had rushed to the scene.
Upon seeing Shu Yiping, Shashley began raping her without a word. His unusually large penis dragged Shu Yiping back into hell. Shashley's stamina was astonishing; he maintained a remarkably high frequency of thrusting for almost an hour, like a powerful sex machine.
As Shu Yiping's limbs grew numb and her head throbbed, the sex machine finally reached its end. With a rapid tremor, thick semen filled her already swollen vagina.
Shashley wiped his still-erect penis clean with a towel, satisfied, put it back in his trousers, and slowly strolled back to his imposing leather chair. He lit a cigar, his owl-like eyes fixed intently on the Hong Kong policewoman he had just raped.
The two prison guards released her, and Shu Yiping, who had been slumped over the table for nearly an hour, straightened up, supporting herself on the surface. A stream of hot, still-flowing fluid—the fluid left inside her—uncontrollably gushed from her vagina, running down her thighs to her heels. Although she had been raped multiple times before, the helplessness of being manipulated by men still pained her deeply.
"Here, wipe yourself," Shakli unexpectedly handed her some tissues.
Shu Yiping didn't hesitate, taking the tissues and placing them between her legs.
A slight smile played on Shaklee's lips as he spoke in a gentle tone rarely heard even by the nearby prison guards: "Don't be afraid. Beating that fat pig Basha is no big deal. Let's talk this over."
Shu Yiping couldn't fathom his intentions. She felt an inexplicable disgust for him, who had just raped her. She coldly replied, "What's there to talk about? You don't treat people like human beings here. This place is like a 20th-century Nazi concentration camp."
Shaklee was feared by everyone in Bali Prison, and his gentle demeanor was a rare treat. Although displeased by her sharp rebuke, he didn't retaliate. He said, "Miss Shu, of course you can't compare Hong Kong to this place. Hong Kong is a society governed by the rule of law, while here, whoever has the most power can do whatever they want. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. And you'll be staying here for quite some time, so of course you need to learn to adapt. If you can't adapt, the one who suffers won't be anyone else, but yourself." Shaklee's words carried a subtle threat.
Shu Yiping felt a pang of sorrow. If she hadn't clung to the sliver of hope that Shui Ling would come to her rescue, she would have wanted to smash her head against the wall to avoid the humiliation inflicted by these vile men. She glanced coldly at Shakli and asked, "What do you want?"
Shakli replied in a condescending tone, "You must have suffered a lot in Bali these past few days. If you want a more comfortable life, you have a choice now." He paused, then continued, "Become my woman, and you won't have to live in that cell with those fat pig-like women anymore, you won't have to eat that moldy food, and you won't be violated by the guards anymore. As long as you satisfy me, you'll be the queen of Bali prison."
Shu Yiping's expression shifted uncertainly. After hesitating for a moment, she took a deep breath and resolutely said, "Send me back."
Shakli didn't react immediately and asked, puzzled, "Send you where?"
"Send me back to my cell," Shu Yiping said resolutely. "You can rape me, or you can have your men rape me. Although I have no way to resist, I will never be a coward who grovels before you."
Shakli finally understood. His dark face immediately darkened, and he said coldly, "I guarantee you'll regret it. You'll kneel here and beg me. Send her to her cell."
Two prison guards dragged Shu Yiping out. When they reached the door, Shakli shouted, "Wait! Do you know where you're going? I'm telling you, not the women's cell, but the men's cell. There are hundreds of men waiting for you there. Hahaha!" Sending disobedient female prisoners to the men
's cell was a method invented by Shakli. On the one hand, the male prisoners would get their venting and wouldn't cause trouble; on the other hand, any female prisoner who had been sent to the men's cell would be more obedient than a dog.
Shu Yiping felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head; her ears were ringing. She was practically dragged to the men's cell.
As they walked along, the men cheered as yet another woman was brought in. As usual, she would be taken to cell number eighteen, a cell mostly filled with underworld bosses whom even Shakli dared not easily offend. Each time a female prisoner was brought in, they would only have a chance to be served after they had their turn.
"Bang!" With a loud crash, Shu Yiping was shoved into the cell, the iron door slamming shut behind her. Inside, a dozen or so men sat or lay, most bald, their faces fierce. Four men sat around a square table, chewing peanuts and drinking.
Shu Yiping couldn't suppress her fear; her hands gripped the iron bars of the cell door tightly, her body trembling uncontrollably. The men's eyes were like those of wolves spotting their prey in the wilderness, gleaming with a cold light, as if they wanted to devour her whole. Surrounded by wolves, Shu Yiping had lost all confidence and courage, feeling like an ordinary woman utterly helpless.
The two sides faced off for about a minute. A tattooed man at the table waved his hand, and several men around him pounced on her. A survival instinct gave Shu Yiping some strength, and she easily knocked the two closest men to her to the ground.
The tattooed man roared, and all the men swarmed towards her. Shu Yiping tried her best but could only take down the two at the very front before being overwhelmed by the beast-like encirclement.
Of course, the leader should enjoy the delicious prey first. Like an ancient ritual, the naked Shu Yiping was carried on the shoulders of four men and placed across the tattooed man on the square table. The tattooed man let out a deep growl, lunged forward, and thrust his penis deep into her, pumping wildly and violently.
"Ugh—" Shu Yiping whimpered. Her endurance had undoubtedly reached its limit. Although she had always prided herself on being a strong-willed person, at this moment, the physical and mental trauma of the past few days, coupled with the endless brutality, had brought her to the brink of collapse. She cursed, she cried, she resisted with all her might, but all this only fueled the men's rage. Her pleas and moans only intensified their interest in their prey. The naked men before her transformed into hideous demons in her eyes. Extreme fear, loneliness, and despair were like a grinding machine, slowly pulverizing her mind, spirit, and will.
In the long, dark night, the men's cell number 18 in Bali Prison was a scene of utter chaos, the piercing screams echoing until the wee hours. Shu Yiping endured the most painful and longest night of her life. She fainted several times, only to regain consciousness amidst the relentless rape until dawn.
Unable to walk, Shu Yiping was dragged to an open area. Several guards poured buckets of cold water on her, washing away the thick layer of semen accumulated on her body, which also helped to clear her head somewhat.
"I'll ask you one more time, do you want to be my woman, or do you want to go to the next cell?" Shakli appeared before Shu Yiping.
Shu Yiping's eyes were somewhat vacant. Hearing Shakli's words, her body twitched slightly. She simply didn't have the courage to be as strong as she had been in Barkli's office the day before. After this night, her confidence began to waver.
"Which one do you choose? Answer me quickly, the man in that cell is going crazy thinking about you," Shakli said irrationally.
Shu Yiping finally lowered her proud head, her hoarse throat uttering a sentence only she could hear: "I'm willing to be your woman."
Shakli laughed heartily: "Speak louder! I can't hear you."
Shu Yiping raised her haggard, tired face, her eyes filled with deep sorrow and helpless submission. "I'm willing to be your woman." This time her voice was louder.
"Good! Good! Good! Go take a shower first, I'll come back tonight and give you a good lesson!" Shakli was extremely excited.
(15) Rescue Operation (Continued 2)
Having escaped death through composure and wit, Shui Ling was fully aware of the danger she was in. In this unfamiliar country, rescuing her sister from the heavily guarded Bali prison single-handedly was virtually impossible. She risked being imprisoned herself and suffering unimaginable humiliation.
She decided to seek help from Zhang Lei. Three years prior, she had cracked an international human trafficking case. Zhang Lei had been abducted from Taiwan to Hong Kong, and Shui Ling had rescued her from that clutches. Naturally, Shui Ling was deeply grateful. Later, Zhang Lei married an Indonesian senator and wrote several letters to Shui Ling, hoping she would visit Indonesia. Due to her busy work schedule, Shui Ling hadn't been able to go. But now, she desperately needed her help.
It was still a more than ten-hour drive to Bali, and Shui Ling dared not take the bus again. Fortunately, she had a map, so she decided to walk to Bali.
Unfamiliar with the roads, the journey took Shui Ling seven days to complete.
Upon dialing Zhang Lei's number, Zhang Lei was overjoyed to hear that it was her savior from three years ago. She immediately sent a car to pick up Shui Ling and bring her to her residence.
Zhang Lei was shocked to see Shui Ling travel-worn and dressed in incongruous Indonesian clothing. Hearing that Shui Ling had something important to discuss, she quickly invited her into her bedroom.
Having not seen Zhang Lei for three years, Shui Ling almost didn't recognize her. Back then, when Shui Ling rescued her from that hellish place after she had suffered so much humiliation, Shui Ling was emaciated and barely recognizable. Now, she found Shui Ling far more beautiful than she remembered. Her willow-leaf eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and small mouth were all exquisitely beautiful. A retro-style cheongsam perfectly accentuated her graceful figure, and her pampered life added to her noble air.
"It's been three years, I almost didn't recognize you," Shui Ling said with a smile.
Zhang Lei's eyes blazed with undisguised passion. She was a woman of deep loyalty and righteousness, and her intuition told her that Shui Ling was in trouble. She was determined to help her, even at the cost of her own life.
"Tell me, what's wrong? I'll help if I can," Zhang Lei said bluntly.
Shui Ling sighed, a pang of regret in her heart. She didn't know if she should involve her, because the opponent was too powerful; one wrong move and she too could be doomed.
"Speak," Zhang Lei said, growing anxious at her silence. "In these past few years in Bali, I've met quite a few people, and I can certainly help them. You saved me three years ago, and I've longed to repay that kindness. If I don't help you now that you're in trouble, I'll never have peace of mind." Zhang Lei spoke her mind.
Shui Ling thought to herself: Without Zhang Lei's help, she was completely unfamiliar with Bali and would be helpless, let alone able to save someone.
She sighed deeply again and recounted the whole story to Zhang Lei.
Zhang Lei frowned, and after a long while, said, "This matter is indeed quite troublesome. I'll have someone investigate the situation first, and then we'll make a plan. You stay here for now; it should be safer here. I'll go find someone right away; you should rest for a bit." Impatient as she was, she didn't want to waste a moment, and hurriedly left the room.
Watching her departing figure, a cloud of worry swept through her heart; she seemed to have a premonition that many dangers awaited her. She lay down fully clothed; she hadn't slept well for many days. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she drifted off to sleep.
...
The night was deep. Zhang Lei drove her nimble Cherokee SUV along a small road on the outskirts of Bali. Shui Ling sat beside her, a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong? You look so troubled. You should be happy; why the long face?" Zhang Lei said as she drove.
Zhang Lei used all her connections and finally bribed a guard named Robbie. Robbie agreed to take Shu Yiping out of Bali Prison and they arranged to meet at a reservoir not far from the prison at midnight. Shui Ling was initially happy, but soon a hint of worry crept in, though she couldn't pinpoint the problem. Perhaps it was all too easy, which gave her an uneasy feeling.
“Don’t worry, after rescuing your sister, I’ve already arranged a boat for you to leave Indonesia immediately. There won’t be any problems,” Zhang Lei added.
The car rounded a bend, and the reservoir’s engine room came into view. Shui Ling saw two figures standing at the engine room’s entrance in the distance. Although she couldn’t make out their faces, Shui Ling intuitively felt that one of them was indeed Shu Yiping.
The car stopped not far from the reservoir’s engine room. To reach the entrance, there were dozens of steps leading down.
With her sister just ahead, Shui Ling relaxed her guard. She quickly jumped out of the car and ran up the steps. Halfway up, she suddenly heard a flurry of footsteps at the top of the steps. She feared it was a trap. She turned her head and saw dozens of prison guards emerging from where the car had stopped. Zhang Lei, who had just gotten out, had been knocked unconscious by a rifle butt striking her neck.
“Don’t let her escape! Capture her alive!” Shakli appeared in the crowd.
The steps were flanked by cliffs. Shui Ling gritted her teeth and charged back towards the guards. Although there were many guards, they didn't fire because Shakli wanted to capture them alive. Shui Ling charged down the steps, kicking and punching more than a dozen guards until they were knocked to the ground.
Shakli watched Shui Ling disappear into the darkness, his heart filled with anxiety. He suddenly dragged Shu Yiping over, pulled out a gleaming dagger, and plunged it into her thigh. Shu Yiping screamed in agony.
Shakli then pulled out a pistol and pressed it against Shu Yiping's temple, shouting, "I know you're still nearby. I'll count to three. If you don't come out, I'll kill her."
When Shakli counted to "three," a white figure appeared in the distant grass. Although Shakli maintained a cold expression, he was inwardly overjoyed. Having experienced Shui Ling's power, he dared not be careless; the gleaming black barrel of his gun remained firmly pressed against Shu Yiping's temple.
Shu Yiping clutched her bleeding thigh, her eyes catching a glimpse of Shui Ling appearing in the distance. A nameless longing and impulse surged within her; she desperately wanted to embrace Shui Ling and weep bitterly, to release the humiliation she had endured for the past ten days.
"Put your hands behind your head and walk over slowly, or I'll blow your friend's head off," Shakli said.
Although they were quite a distance apart, Shu Yiping's haggard and pained expression pierced every nerve in her heart. She knew this wouldn't save her, but how could she bear to watch her sister die before her eyes in a foreign land?
"I have only one request: Zhang Lei has nothing to do with this. I made her do it. If you agree to release her, I'll let you do whatever you want with her," Shui Ling said. She didn't dare hope to exchange herself for Shu Yiping; that was impossible. But she truly didn't want to drag Zhang Lei down with her. Both she and Shu Yiping were police officers, with a responsibility to fight crime, while she was just an ordinary woman who had already experienced too much tragedy; she couldn't add to Zhang Lei's suffering.
Shakli hesitated for a moment, then said, "Alright! I agree. Her husband is a congressman, and I didn't intend to make things too difficult for her anyway." With that, Shakli ordered his men to lift the unconscious Zhang Lei into a jeep and take her home.
"Okay, I did as you said. You can come over now."
Shui Ling walked slowly but firmly out of the bushes, towards the encirclement formed by heavily armed police and soldiers.
Dressed in flowing white, her expression solemn, she resembled a fairy descending from the heavens. A strong mountain wind blew, lifting a corner of her white skirt. Shakli's gaze fell upon a small section of her smooth, rounded calf, and he shuddered as if struck by lightning. Bathed
in moonlight, the breathtakingly beautiful Shui Ling walked into the encirclement with an air of resignation. Shakli's men immediately surrounded her, their guns aimed at Shui Ling in the center of the circle.
"Tie her up!" Shakli's voice trembled with excitement at the thought of having the alluring beauty within his grasp.
A thick rope, thick with steel wire, coiled around her snow-white neck like a venomous snake, then wrapped around her from behind to the front, circling twice around her breasts before tightly binding her hands, which were twisted behind her back. Having already witnessed Shui Ling's martial arts skills, the rope binding her was exceptionally tight. A faint melancholy slowly rose from the depths of Shui Ling's heart, gradually intensifying into a heart-wrenching sorrow. Although she didn't regret her choice, she didn't know if she could face her inescapable, cruel fate.
"Your breasts are so big!" Shakli rushed to Shui Ling, his massive, iron-like hands squeezing her high, firm breasts through her shirt.
Although the squeezing was extremely painful, Shui Ling didn't utter a sound or resist, because she knew it was futile, but her expressive eyes burned with a raging fire.
The more Shakli looked at her, the more breathtakingly beautiful she seemed, even her angry expression was exceptionally beautiful. He couldn't wait to take her back to his lair and enjoy her slowly; an intense possessiveness stimulated every nerve in his body.
He bent down and scooped Shui Ling up, striding towards the reservoir's engine room. Dozens of prison guards split into two groups, one escorting Shu Yiping to the car, the other following behind Shakli.
As she was being put into the car, Shu Yiping turned her body and met Shui Ling's gaze. The two hadn't exchanged a single word since their reunion after their ordeal; at this moment, though a thousand words were left unsaid, they couldn't express them. In this brief exchange of hearts, Shu Yiping felt a warm current flow through her heart. Although Shui Ling not only couldn't rescue her but would also suffer cruel humiliation, at least Shu Yiping no longer felt that terrible, helpless loneliness. Shu Yiping even saw a glimmer of hope in Shui Ling's eyes.
Shui Ling wasn't entirely hopeless. One reason she willingly surrendered today was that she had contacted Sheng Hongyu online yesterday, and Sheng Hongyu would arrive in Indonesia within three days. Although today's rescue operation had failed, Shui Ling still had hope because she had complete confidence in Sheng Hongyu's abilities. However, Sheng Hongyu was still thousands of miles away and couldn't possibly save her from her impending doom.
The prison guards laid a grass-green canvas on the dirty floor of the reservoir's machine room and then formed a circle around it. Shakli carried Shui Ling to the center of the canvas and sat down, letting her lean against his raised thigh. He wrapped one arm around her shoulder, and the intoxicating scent of her breasts aroused Shakli's desire. His claws fiercely grabbed at her breasts. With a "rip," Shui Ling's clothes tore open, and two full, white mounds of flesh burst forth. All the men in the room couldn't help but gasp.
"!" Everyone's greedy gaze fell on the perfect breasts that would make even the sexiest AV actresses envious.
"!!" Although she was prepared to be raped, Shui Ling still felt intense fear and shame at having her breasts exposed to more than a dozen men. She sighed inwardly, telling herself that this was just the beginning, and she had to have the courage to get through this.
"!!!!" After a gasp, the room fell into a deathly silence. Many of the men surrounding her had their mouths agape, unaware that saliva was dripping from their mouths. Although they couldn't enjoy the beauty before them, they were all extremely excited to be able to admire her body.
"!!" A large, veiny hand with prominent knuckles tightly gripped Shui Ling's full, glistening breasts, first kneading them like dough, then gently teasing the delicate nipples at the tips with his fingers. Perhaps it was nervousness, perhaps shyness, perhaps the cold, or perhaps a physiological reaction, but Shui Ling's pink nipples stood erect under the touch of his fingers, although she felt no desire for him.
The men around him gaped even wider, and the sounds of them swallowing gulping down their saliva rose and fell.
"Brothers, I, Shakli, have always shared good fortune with you. Come on, everyone take turns touching her breasts, half a minute each."
Shakli pulled Shui Ling, who was leaning against him, up, made her kneel in the center, sat down on his calves, grabbed her hair with one hand, and rested her head on his shoulder, while his other elbow braced against her waist.
Because Shui Ling's body was shaped like an "S," and her breasts were bound with ropes above and below, her enormous 38-inch breasts protruded exaggeratedly in front of the prison guards.
The guards, never expecting such a good thing, rushed forward in a frenzy.
"Don't make a scene, one at a time, line up!" Under Shakli's command, the guards reluctantly formed a long line, two of them almost arguing over who got to go first.
Shakli did this with a purpose. Having seen countless women, he instinctively felt that Shui Ling was not someone who could be easily conquered. Only when a woman cried and begged beneath him could he fully enjoy the thrill of conquest. The stronger the woman, the more unwilling she was to submit, the greater the pleasure he would derive. Therefore, he used this tactic to test her reaction.
Sure enough, Shui Ling was exactly as he had predicted, a person with an iron will. One man after another used various methods to ravage her breasts, but she neither begged nor uttered a sound, leaving Shakli extremely disappointed.
For a good ten minutes or so, the last person to come up was a short, stocky man. Being last in line made him very resentful. As soon as he came up, he stretched out his disproportionately large hands and grabbed her breasts with a howling voice. Perhaps it was the first time he had ever encountered such a beautiful woman, and the moment he squeezed Shui Ling's breasts, he reached a climax, ejaculating wildly into his pants. At the same time, he suddenly exerted all his strength, squeezing down with all his might... Shui
Ling, her delicate brows furrowed, suddenly opened her eyes. Her anger had already reached its peak, and encountering such a perverted man made her unable to bear it any longer. She suddenly straightened up, breaking free from Shakli's control, and stood up. Before the man, still immersed in the pleasure of his orgasm, could react, Shui Ling's knee slammed heavily into his abdomen. The man screamed, his short, fat body rolling like a winter melon to the corner of the wall, where he crashed headfirst into the wall and passed out.
After kicking the perverted man unconscious, Shui Ling offered no further resistance, letting the prison guards pounce on her and grab her. She knew that bound hand and foot and shackled, she had no chance of escaping the machine room.
Shaklee felt a lingering fear; if this hot girl had done the same to him, it would have been incredibly embarrassing. The guards found an iron bar and hastily bound her feet to both sides. Then, two men held the ends of the bar and lifted her up.
As her body was suspended upside down, her white tube skirt naturally slid down to her waist, her jade-like legs drawing the attention of the surrounding men. Although there had been a minor mishap—his subordinate, kicked hard by Shui Ling, was still unconscious—Shaklee's interest was even greater. This Hong Kong policewoman not only had a superb figure and appearance but also a strong personality; the opportunity to conquer such a wild and untamed woman was extremely rare.
Shakli's hands slowly moved along Shui Ling's ankles and calves to the base of her legs. His breathing quickened, and his heart pounded. Through the thin silk panties, he could see the slightly raised shape of her pubic area. Although Shakli had always lived a life of debauchery and was extremely familiar with female genitalia, Shui Ling's genitals now held a mysterious and alluring quality for him. He gasped for breath, extending his index finger to gently stroke the raised triangle through her panties. An irresistible surge of heat rushed to his head.
Shui Ling closed her bright, star-like eyes. The bloodshot eyes and ugly faces of the men around her filled him with extreme dread. Humanity, morality, and conscience seemed to have no place in this world; all that existed was naked violence and bloody possession.
Why were there so many people in this world who were no different from beasts? As a policeman, he couldn't fulfill his responsibility to eradicate evil, couldn't even protect his own friend, and was now subjected to cruel rape. Why does fate play such cruel tricks on people? The cycle of karma will eventually bring retribution upon these people.
Any woman, no matter how strong-willed or steadfast in her faith, would experience unbearable pain when faced with rape. While the moral values formed by Eastern women over thousands of years have gradually faded with the clash with Western culture, most women still place great importance on their first time, and Shui Ling was no exception. Therefore, at this moment, although she gritted her teeth and remained silent, the pain she suffered still tore at her heart.
Shakli suppressed his increasingly intense urges and gently pulled aside her panties. Like most virgins, Shui Ling's pink labia were tightly closed, impenetrable. Shakli felt another surge of joy; based on his rich experience, he was 90% certain that Shui Ling was a virgin. In this era, virgins could still be found among underage girls, but once they reached twenty, virginity was as precious as gold in the sand. A beastly desire burned within Shakli. Before everyone's eyes, he pulled out his prized, enormous penis and thrust it relentlessly into Shui Ling…
Suddenly, the sound of a car approached. Though consumed by lust, Shakli dared not be careless and reluctantly stood up from Shui Ling. A black Buick pulled up in the open. Shakli recognized the man getting out as Habley's adjutant, Disia, accompanied by a beautiful woman in military uniform.
Disia walked up to Shakli and said arrogantly, "By order of Chief of Staff Habley, I'm taking this woman away." Shakli was seething with hatred, but dared not disobey Habley's orders, watching helplessly as Disia forced Shui Ling into the car.
Shui Ling got into the car, and a familiar face filled her with joy: "Hongyu…"
Sheng Hongyu gestured for silence, pulled Shui Ling to sit beside him, and draped her coat over her shoulders. The car started, but Shakri and his men remained standing there, dumbfounded. Furious, Shakri slammed his hand on a nearby tree, watching the departing car and muttering, "What a pity. If only we had been ten minutes later..."

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