【Gathering Honey from the Heart of a Flower】Author: Spring River White Sail

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Author: Chunjiang Baifan
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In this remote mountain village, during the unprecedented Cultural Revolution,
various forms of torture reminiscent of the old feudal era flourished, with countless methods to torment people's bodies and minds. Moreover, they were given the label of "proletarian
revolutionary dictatorship," allowing them to be used indiscriminately against all kinds of targets. When the target of this dictatorship was a woman,
the perpetrators (often young, impetuous men) racked their brains to devise novel
punishments driven by despicable lust. And when the target was a young, beautiful woman who had committed the heinous
crime of adultery, these revolutionary innovations reached their zenith. Of all the punishments I witnessed, the most
vicious and vile was "flower-heart honey gathering." Giving such a sensual name to this inhuman punishment reveals
that the inventor was driven by extremely filthy desires.

I witnessed this
torture .

A girl of only seventeen or eighteen was being forced to confess to something because she was a "broken shoe" (a derogatory term for a woman who has been sexually assaulted). Her appearance
wasn't particularly outstanding, but her two long, shiny black braids and her slender, strong figure were very arousing to men's
lust. Moreover, her father had been a bandit leader and was under surveillance. In the remote mountain village, it was almost impossible for
a girl not to become a "broken shoe" for everyone.

She was dressed in the common red shirt, blue pants, and white shoes that were fashionable white canvas shoes with rubber soles
. First, she was made to kneel upright on a washboard and was slapped many times. She kept crying out, "I'm a slut!

I've confessed everything! Please stop hitting me!" But the interrogators, besides the five men she had already confessed to,
wanted her to name even more adulterers.

First, they used the most common torture method for interrogating "sluts": pulling down her pants, making her lie face down, and slapping
her buttocks with a bamboo stick. Red welts were left on her fair, round, firm bare buttocks. This was naturally
very painful, and she wriggled her buttocks, her two small feet in white rubber shoes drumming up and down on
the ground, her neck arched, screaming for her parents. The interrogators were clearly very interested in her constantly wriggling bare buttocks,
slowly and deliberately hitting her, occasionally demanding sharply, "Who else have you slept with? Tell me!"

She still cried out, "I've confessed everything! Please stop hitting me!" Her buttocks and half of her thighs were red and swollen
. She then writhed in agony, screaming, "God! I can't take it anymore! It hurts so much! Have mercy on me
!" Because her pants were pulled down below her knees, her two pale thighs, along with her genitals
, were exposed to the scrutinizing gazes of the interrogators, further arousing their lewd thoughts.

So, she was dragged up and made to kneel without pulling up her pants. Because the front of her small red blouse covered her lower abdomen,
they pulled the blouse off as well. They rolled her undershirt up to her waist, leaving her navel and pubic hairy mons pubis
completely exposed to their eyes.

She blushed deeply with shame and hurriedly covered her lower abdomen with her hands. The interrogator, however, chuckled and mocked her: "
How many men have fucked your cunt? Are you afraid of being seen? Tell me, who else has fucked this hole? Speak!" Her neck
flushed red with embarrassment, but she mechanically repeated, "I really confessed everything! I swear to Chairman Mao,
there's nothing I haven't confessed!" The head of the interrogation then ordered, "If she doesn't confess, then torture her!"

"Torture" was a common method of extracting confessions from female prisoners in old Chinese government offices. The instrument was
made of five thin wooden sticks strung together. The victim's palms were brought together, and the four pairs of fingers (excluding the thumbs)
were inserted into the gaps in the sticks, all the way to the base of the fingers. Then, two executioners pulled
the ropes base of the fingers. As the saying goes, "the ten fingers are connected to the heart," causing excruciating pain!

This form of torture is depicted in the film *Fifteen Strings of Cash* during Su Shujuan's trial. The instrument used in the novel is called a "crushing stick," which
is extremely difficult to make and even more impossible to find in this mountain village. It turns out that the crushing stick torture here uses everyday
bamboo chopsticks as the instrument. Five chopsticks are clamped between the fingers of the person being tortured. With a single grip on
both ends , the base of the eight pairs of fingers (excluding the thumbs) are squeezed in excruciating pain.

This time, the head of the interrogation personally performed the torture. After clamping her hands, he smugly said, "Let's see if you
'll still cover your cunt! Confess!" He raised her clamped hands above her head, allowing
the interrogators to fully appreciate her genitals. This humiliation was used as a means to force a confession. He also constantly varied
the pressure applied, subjecting her to relentless attacks of intense pain.

In agony, she would sometimes straighten up, her bare abdomen swaying from side to side under everyone's gaze; other times she
would sit on her calves, her injured buttocks bouncing painfully against the soles of her rubber shoes.

At first, she would manage a few words between painful groans: "I've really confessed everything! Don't hold it in anymore—
!" But eventually, she couldn't bear it any longer, and her cries turned into screams. She would frantically flail her head, rubbing
her until one of her white rubber shoes came off. In extreme pain, she lost control of her bladder, first running down her thighs
into her crotch, then soaking the floor! This caused a burst of laughter from everyone. Finally, she went into shock and collapsed to the ground.

The interrogators were clearly used to such shocks during torture. Two of them brought a bucket of freshly drawn
well water and used a ladle to splash it on her face. Those who lusted after her beauty would also take turns
touching her bare genitals during the breaks in the torture, plucking her pubic hair for amusement.

The presiding interrogator, however, put the shoes she had been shredded off back on her. As she regained consciousness and began to groan in pain, he grabbed
one of her long braids, pulled her head off the ground, and asked her rather kindly, "Is having your fingers pinched harder than
being spanked ? If you confess, I won't pinch your fingers anymore, just tell me!" He then used his fingers to stroke
the base of her fingers, which were peeling and bleeding from being pinched, and said with pity, "Look how pitiful these little hands are, how can you bear any more pinching
!"

The girl trembled with pain and pleaded, "Don't pinch me anymore! I'll talk, I'll talk, I even slept with Dr. Qiu from
the commune clinic. He gave me an abortion for free, he's my benefactor..." So she
was pulled up and made to kneel again, and he listened to her continue her confession.

The girl cried sadly, "I begged him to sleep with me to repay his kindness. He came from a big city and has a family
there . I don't think he even liked me. I was the one who insisted on sleeping with him. It's all my fault. I
shouldn't have dragged him into this!" She covered her face with her bruised hands and wept bitterly.

"How many times did you sleep with him, and when?" "Just once, just once. It was last June. In
the room he lived in behind the clinic." "Really just once?" "Really, really!" She wiped away her tears
and then covered her lower abdomen with her hand.

"Okay, write a detailed statement later, clearly stating the time, place, process, and details. If
you don't write it well, you'll be in trouble! Hmm?" "I will definitely confess properly." "You just said you really confessed everything
, how come there's another one now? Is there anything you haven't confessed? Tell me!!!" The last "tell me"

was raised eight octaves, startling the girl.

She knew she couldn't escape further torture, her face turned pale, and her body trembled again. She wished there was
a crack in the ground she could disappear into. She dared not repeat "Really confessed everything" again, and instead began to mutter "Really,
there's nothing else." While muttering this, she began to kowtow on the ground, begging for the torture to stop.

But as she kowtowed and begged for mercy, the bouncing of her breasts reignited the interrogator's lust.
He ordered the shoulder straps of her undershirt to be cut off, completely exposing her breasts. Grinning maliciously, he brought
the cigarette butt close to her trembling breasts, threatening to burn them with the red-hot cigarette. This caused her to
scream and struggle wildly.

To torture her alluring breasts at will, the thugs
bound , making them protrude even more. They then tied her arms behind her back, her wrists together, rendering
her completely incapable of resistance. Two thugs forced her to kneel, holding her shoulders, while the presiding interrogator personally used the red-hot
cigarette butt, sometimes bringing it close to her breasts to burn them, sometimes poking them against her fair skin, leaving soot and scorch marks. Under this
repeated torture, she finally uttered another name.

"Oh my god! Stop burning it! There's another one! It's Luo, the police officer from the commune. He
came to our brigade to investigate my conduct, talked to me, and said that if I didn't want to be publicly criticized, I had to sleep with him.

How could I dare not sleep with him!

He said that he was in charge of all these things in the commune, and he could decide who to criticize and how to criticize them.

If I slept with him, I could get a lighter punishment. Otherwise, parading me through the streets would be enough to
kill a slut like me.

Every time he had his fill of fucking me, he would tell me that I was a notorious slut, and if I told people that I had fucked you, they would say that
I was framing a cadre, which would be an even bigger crime. If you make a fuss about it, you will definitely suffer the consequences! So no matter how many
times I confessed, I didn't dare to mention Luo. Now I really know how powerful the mass organization is, and I can't hold
back . I'm willing to risk everything, no matter what the consequences will be!"

Under torture, she finally confessed to a "big" one, which made the newly established mass organization members feel that they would have a greater say in
the revolutionary committee , so they were very excited. On the other hand, this gave the interrogators an excuse to further
torture in order to achieve a new breakthrough.

Perhaps it was the sight of her bare buttocks swaying helplessly from side to side while being branded that aroused their lust.
They stripped her blue trousers and white underpants off her feet and threw them aside. They forced her to be completely naked from
the waist down in a "jet plane" position. Thus, her bright red buttocks were raised high for them
to abuse .

However, the girl, exhausted from the torture, could no longer maintain the proper
jet plane position . The torturers then tightly bound her two bare thighs together with hemp rope, looping the rope
around her neck, forcing her to bend deeply forward with her head bowed, her two braids hanging upside down. Furthermore, to
prevent her from squatting or collapsing, they threaded a rope through the rope binding her arms and suspended her from the rafters.

The poor girl continued her interrogation in this humiliating and unbearable position, groaning and
sobbing as if she were seriously ill. The presiding interrogator occasionally slapped her bare buttocks with a ping-pong paddle.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

"Who else have you slept with? Tell me!" "Oh—! Really, no! Ugh…" *

Slap! Slap! Slap!

* "Resisting will be punished severely. You wretched thing, you want more suffering, don't you?"

"Oh my God—! It hurts so much! I'll confess everything—!"

The two ropes that had been binding her breasts slowly moved closer to her nipples as she struggled
. When they crossed the areas burned by cigarette butts, she screamed in agony. Her long, slender
legs trembled pitifully, glistening with sweat, making the twitching
and rolling of her firm muscles particularly clear. Beneath her bare buttocks, her vulva,
quite , attracted the interrogator's attention.

Thus began the mockery and ridicule of her "slutty cunt." The interrogator concluded that she must have
had more than seven lovers!

A young thug suggested a novel form of torture for this "slutty cunt." He found
a yellow clothespin, tied a copper wire to a hole at one end, and
said to the girl with a grin, "Your little stinky cunt has been fucked by too many men, so you probably can't even remember how many bastards have fucked
you, right? Don't worry, let me give you a good talking-to, and you'll remember everything
." As he spoke, he used his fingers to pry open her labia majora. She cried out pitifully, "No—!

No!" but couldn't stop him.

He then pried open her labia minora, creating an olive-shaped, pink opening in her vulva,
and then inserted a finger into her vagina, slowly touching... He touched her. She started panting, then wriggled her hips
and howled like a wildcat in heat, eliciting a burst of pleased laughter from everyone in the room.

The young man used the ring and little fingers of his other hand, which was holding a clothespin, to press below her vaginal opening, causing
her already wet clitoris to protrude from the vaginal opening, and then used the index finger of his other hand to tease it. This stimulation
made the girl writhe and wriggle her hips as if she were being fucked. Panting, she cried out, "Oh!

Oh!"

He said triumphantly, "Everyone, look closely! A beautiful young woman, like a flower in full bloom, this is the heart of the flower. Now it's time to
gather nectar from the heart!" He then clamped the clothespin onto her already engorged clitoris! I don't know
what the girl was feeling, but I saw her knees buckle, her two little feet in white rubber shoes thrashing on the ground, and she kept
howling.

I thought she would faint once her screams stopped. But she gradually became able to tolerate the
abuse; her screams turned into weak moans, her hips stopped twisting, but she still couldn't suppress her heavy breathing. Her
flushed face became exceptionally beautiful, transforming
her from an ordinary young woman into a stunning beauty with a unique charm. Sweat glistened on her cheeks…

The young man began to manipulate the thin copper wire attached to the clamp. He excitedly shouted, "Look, it's collecting honey
! It's collecting honey!" He pulled the clamp again and again, and the girl's vagina involuntarily gushed out
fluids , which flowed down her inner thighs. She was therefore scolded as "a real slut!", "a little stinky
cunt that can't get enough fucking," and "a born prostitute." Several men took turns manipulating this magical copper wire, each indulging in their
"honey-collecting" cravings.

The young man kept pressuring her, saying, "Do you remember now? Tell me who else you've slept with! Tell me!"

I really can't imagine what kind of physical and psychological sensations this girl was experiencing while enduring such torture
. Did she reach orgasm when her vaginal fluids gushed out? And when the clamps pulled on her clitoris, was it
unbearable or was it fueling her arousal? When the immense pain of torture and the violent stimulation of intercourse acted simultaneously on
the girl's delicate body, what did her inhuman screams, alternating between rapid breathing, really mean?

When she first began to suffer this punishment, she would utter a few phrases between her breaths and screams: "No more!"

"Have mercy on me!" Later it became: "I won't sleep with prostitutes anymore—!" "God help me—!"

And later she would shout: "I'm going to die—!" "I don't want to—!" This could perhaps
be interpreted as the cries of a woman experiencing the ecstasy of orgasm. But in the end, she screamed, "No—!" "Let me
die!" It was a truly agonizing cry

, a fate worse than death! The cruelty of this torture lay in its greater endurance compared to finger-crushing. This girl
went into shock less than half an hour after being subjected to it. Bound by ropes, her head drooping, her arms suspended behind her back, and her
genitals mutilated, she endured this torture for over half an hour, still panting and screaming, her body contorting.

Some of the sweat from her body trickled down her thighs, soaking
the soles of her white rubber shoes! It made a squeaking sound as she painfully moved her feet.

The rest dripped from her chin and nipples onto the ground, forming two puddles of sweat.
It was utterly pitiful!

I couldn't bear to watch any longer, constantly checking my watch. Finally, after forty minutes, her head drooped, and she lost
consciousness . Seeing that she had completely stopped struggling, the executioners, who had been vying for control of the thin copper wire, also stopped
. Someone scooped well water with a ladle and poured it over the girl's head. But this time, even after five or six splashes, she
didn't wake up.

The head of the trial ordered the clamps removed from her vagina, then untied the ropes binding her, and laid her on
the ground. They opened her eyelids to look at her, then slapped her bloodless cheeks, but she remained unresponsive, as if dead
.

The poor girl was now only wearing a homemade undershirt with a broken shoulder strap around her waist;
the red ribbon at the end of one of her two braids was missing, and the braid was half-undone. She wore a pair of
white . The rest of her body was completely naked. Her cheeks were bruised from being slapped, her lower breasts bore cigarette burns
, and there were bloody welts at the base of eight fingers on both hands. Large patches of skin on her buttocks and thighs were swollen and
bruised a deep liver color.

Just moments before, she had been a vibrant beauty, but now, seemingly unconscious, she had suddenly lost all allure
. Her full breasts and round buttocks no longer captivated the young men interrogating her. Finally,
a nurse from the clinic was called, and she received a shot of adrenaline, which restored her consciousness. She began
to groan , her limbs contorting.

The interrogators dared not continue, so they simply stripped her of her unwearable undershirt, leaving her only a
small red cloth shirt. They didn't put on any underwear, only blue cloth trousers, and sent her
to the "cowshed" where those subjected to dictatorship were imprisoned.

She limped along, clearly badly injured after her tryst. How pitiful!

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