【Heroines of the War (Revised)】

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On the morning of December 18, 1934, the darkness before dawn shrouded the Changsha Army Prison.
The clanging of iron shackles echoed in the corridor of the "Female Communist" cell as a group of fully armed Kuomintang soldiers escorted a tall,
robust young woman out. She was a voluptuous, mature woman with snow-white skin and large, voluptuous breasts. Her
tattered blue cheongsam could barely contain her full, smooth flesh; her enormous
, gourd-shaped breasts trembled violently, seemingly about to leap from the rips. Her thick, fleshy thighs and
extremely developed calves peeked out from the high slits on either side of her cheongsam. Her hair was disheveled, and heavy shackles weighing dozens of kilograms clung to her bare feet
, yet she remained dignified and imposing. She was Xing Yuniang, the secretary of the Yuezhou
underground party special committee, who led the armed uprising in southern Hunan, and the formidable female guerrilla leader who commanded respect on both sides of the Xiang River. Because of her tall, voluptuous figure and
exceptionally large breasts, coupled with her ability to wield two pistols at her waist and her unerring accuracy in battle, she struck
fear into the hearts of the enemy and was known as the "Double-Pistol Big-Breasted Woman." Xing Yuniang swung her large, fleshy
buttocks, like millstones, and proudly thrust out her chest as she strode towards the torture chamber… In
the dimly lit, damp torture chamber, instruments of torture used on revolutionaries covered the walls. The tiger bench and charcoal brazier
sat in the center of the room, while nail boards and weights stood in the far corner. But none of this could frighten our heroine—
Xing Yuniang! She glanced disdainfully at the instruments of torture in the interrogation room, then stood tall and proud before the executioners
… Enemy intelligence captain Du Yibing slammed his hand on the table and asked, “Are you Xing Yuniang?”
Xing Yuniang stood defiantly in the interrogation room, flicking her wet, short hair, and stubbornly puffed out
her chest, saying, “I’m not going to change my name, I’m Xing Yuniang, the Double-Robbed Big-Breasted Woman, that’s my name.”
Her two large, pumpkin-like breasts trembled incessantly like two mountains of flesh. The
nickname “Double-Robbed Big-Breasted Woman” was indeed well-deserved; her enormous breasts,
large enough to rival any woman’s, almost burst through her clothes. Due to the abundance of milk, her cheongsam was already soaked.
“Big-Breasted Woman, you should know why we invited you here…”
“No need for pretense, just say what you want!” Xing Yuniang interrupted Du Yibing.
"Good! That's enough. Where are your accomplices hiding? Tell me..." Du Yibing interrupted Xing Yuniang.
"Hmph!... You only managed to capture me because of your shameless traitors. You think you can get
what you want from me? Ha... You've miscalculated! I won't tell you anything. Kill me or torture me, it's up to you!"
Xing Yuniang replied proudly.
"Oh ho! You're really stubborn. Do you know what I have here? Let me tell you, over thirty sets of torture instruments. Even the
toughest man would have to give in..."
"Hahaha..." Xing Yuniang laughed loudly and passionately, "Don't try to scare me with your torture instruments. Since I
've fallen into your hands, I'm already prepared to sacrifice myself. Let me tell you, ever since I joined the Communist Party,
I've been prepared to dedicate myself to the communist ideal at any time! Kill me or torture me, it's up to you. Asking me to betray the revolution and sell
my soul is harder than climbing to heaven!"
"Damn it, strip this bitch naked first!" Du Yibing's viciousness was revealed.
"You dare!" Xing Yuniang shouted angrily.
"Now that you're in my hands, I can do whatever I want to you, and who dares to say a word against it?!"
"Du Yibing, you dog beast!" Xing Yuniang shouted at the enemy, "
Do you think you can scare me by stripping me naked and humiliating me with such despicable means? Let me tell you, don't forget that you were born
of women. Aren't your mothers, your wives, your daughters and sisters women? By
humiliating me like this, you are humiliating all women, humiliating your own mothers! If you don't even
care about your own mothers and sisters, then let them strip me naked!" Before she finished speaking, the thugs rushed forward like wolves and tigers,
grabbing Yuniang's front and tearing it to both sides. With a 'ripping' sound, her bosom was torn into pieces and fell to
the ground, revealing two huge, round breasts that were as big as balls. They exuded a milky fragrance, and the high,
erect breasts stood proudly on her snow-white, smooth breasts like a pair of mountain peaks, with two bright red
nipples on the peaks that looked luscious.
Xing Yuniang remained expressionless and did not struggle, appearing quite composed, for she knew resistance was futile.
She allowed the enemy to strip her clothes off. She initially considered covering her full, white breasts with her hands, but immediately abandoned
this pointless plan, no longer using her hands to protect her private parts and chest. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yuniang
stood straight and naked in the middle of the interrogation room, tossing her hair and coldly and stubbornly staring at the enemy
. Although Xing Yuniang was nearly forty years old, she still possessed undiminished charm. The relentless passage of time had not
cruelly ravaged her body; on the contrary, it had made her exude a mature woman's allure.
Her skin, as white as jade, was so smooth and delicate, without a single blemish. Her abdomen remained flat and firm
, and her two large, round, white breasts, like freshly baked steamed buns,
rose and fell violently with her tense breathing.
Du Yibing stared at the tall, naked, snow-white woman before him, a head taller than himself, and felt
a surge of panic. "If you confess now, it's not too late."
"Bah! You surnamed Du, I'd rather die than confess!"
"Speak," one of the agents pointed at Xing Yuniang's snow-white body, "and we'll give you clothes right away."
"Forget about it. I've always been decisive and never regretted my actions. You can skin me alive, dismember me,
dismember me, roast me, fry me—I'll take it all."
"Hey! Good, good, good! You're tough, you're ruthless, let's see how long you can stay hard! Come on,
loosen up this big-breasted woman's muscles."
The enemy first tied Xing Yuniang to the tiger bench. Yuniang, plump like a snow-white mountain of flesh,
had disheveled hair, her hands tied behind her back to a pillar, her two elastic thighs pressed together,
tightly bound with rope like a wooden bucket. Then, one agent used a crowbar to pry open Xing Yuniang's ankles, while another
agent reached out and placed a stack of bricks under Xing Yuniang's bare feet. "Ugh!"—Suddenly,
intense pain caused Xing Yuniang's body to involuntarily convulse. She immediately clenched her teeth...
She remained silent.
"Speak! Or we'll crush your legs." Xing Yuniang clenched her teeth even tighter, enduring the excruciating pain,
answering the spy's interrogation with silence. The spy added another brick to her feet, intensifying the pain. The agony made Xing Yuniang
's muscles tense. She possessed extraordinary martial arts skills and strength; her body was already muscular and robust,
and the rope accentuated the muscle bulges. Yet, the interrogation only yielded her stubborn silence. The spy placed brick
after brick under Xing Yuniang's feet, six in total. The excruciating pain, like bones being crushed
, continued and intensified throughout Xing Yuniang's body. Her legs were crushed into an arc, her bare feet stretched taut, her
joints creaking. But Xing Yuniang, with her indomitable will and all her strength, endured and resisted the
cruel onslaught and torment of the intense pain. Xing Yuniang's tightly bound body struggled in agony; her bound hands
were twisted together with such force that her nails dug into her flesh; her head was tilted back, the back of her head pressed against the pillar,
twisting and grinding involuntarily, her teeth clenched, her face flushed red, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and
streaming down her cheeks. The dim light illuminated Xing Yuniang's round, plump, white body, like a snowball. Xing Yuniang was drenched in
sweat from the pain, her large, fleshy feet clearly displayed for others to touch, play with, and torture.
As with other female revolutionaries, the enemy carefully controlled the torture, slowly inflicting pain, fully experiencing and savoring the entire
process of inflicting cruelty upon Xing Yuniang. They pressed down on her thighs, grabbed her hair to make her lean back,
intensifying her pain. They pulled her feet back, maximizing the tension in her soles, and then
whipped her severely with leather belts; or they pricked her toes one by one with needles. No matter how the thugs tortured her, Xing
Yuniang never uttered a sound. She even mocked the enemy, saying, "Bring out all your torture methods, let's see if
my skin is harder than your instruments."
"Pour chili water down her throat!" Two agents untied Xing Yuniang from the tiger bench, dragged her to the middle of the room, and forced her
to the ground.
"Will you talk or not? If you don't talk, we'll pour chili water down your throat!" Xing Yuniang shouted. "Let me do it myself!" She broke free from the enemy,
snatched a basin of chili water from their hands, tilted her head back, and
gulped down the entire basin. Some of the blood-red chili water flowed down her chest, along the valley between her breasts, and into her navel
… Then she threw the basin back at the enemy. "Give me all the rest, I'll drink it all for you.
"
Xing Yuniang stood there, tall and burly, her body plump and round, her skin as white as snow—a real jade
ring! Her skin was translucent, tall and full. Two large, round breasts hung on her broad chest, her
waist was thick, and her buttocks were wide and round; below her protruding belly was a full and wide mons pubis, sparsely covered
with dozens of thick, black, curly pubic hairs. Her face exuded a disdainful air.
Kneeling on iron chains, two secret agents forced Xing Yuniang to kneel on two bundles of iron chains, tying her arms in a straight line to a
thick bar, and then to another thick bar... A bar was inserted into the back of her kneeling legs. Two agents grabbed the upper
ends of the bar and placed their feet on the lower one. The combined weight of the two agents, nearly 300 pounds, pressed down on Xing Yuniang's knees
. Furthermore, there were sharp iron chains below, their edges like knives. The cartilage in her knees lacked
the protection of muscle or fat, and the weight of the three men pressed directly against the chains. Xing Yuniang felt
excruciating, piercing pain. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down her forehead like rain. Her knees creaked and
bled profusely; the agony was unimaginable.
"Such a tender, beautiful woman, yet she has to suffer like this in this dark, sunless interrogation room! Why?"
"Just tell me everything you know." Hearing the enemy's vicious words, Xing Yuniang spat mouthfuls of
bloody phlegm onto Du Yibing's face. "You beast, you devil, bring it on! I
won't even flinch!"
Despite the severe torture she had endured, Xing Yuniang's imposing presence remained undiminished. Tall and large, she stood in the center of the interrogation room
like a white, fleshy tower, her heavy breasts swaying with her rapid breathing. Du Yibing
slapped the "double-breasted hag," who resembled a fat cow. "Don't look down on
this stinking bitch, she's middle-aged, but her body is more tender than a teenage girl's. Her big breasts and fat ass, and
that plump, white flesh, feel so greasy to the touch. Those skinny little bitches can't compare to
this big-breasted woman's pile of white flesh!"
Xing Yuniang was so angry she couldn't speak for a moment. Suddenly, she raised her small, washbasin-sized, round, plump, white,
and long, straight legs and kicked Du Yibing hard in the stomach. Although Xing Yuniang was wearing heavy
iron shackles, she was a real fighter. With solid, hard-hitting skills and innate strength, this kick sent
Du Yibing clutching his stomach, screaming in agony, and collapsing to the ground, unable to get up. Xing Yuniang wasn't about to give up.
She grabbed a thick wooden bar beside her, her plump, white body leaping lightly into the air. This woman,
naked and shackled, wielded the bar with surprising agility. As her white flesh danced,
the enemies screamed in agony, and two or three more fell. At that moment, seven or eight thugs, already prepared,
swarmed forward, grabbing... They grabbed her hands, hugged her legs, pressed her down, and tore her hair. Even so
, Xing Yuniang, dragged by her shackles, staggered and struggled on the ground with seven or eight thugs for a while before they finally
managed to pin her face down. Two more men pounced on her and sat on her lap, finally subduing her completely. Two burly
men twisted her arms behind her back and tied them tightly with rope. Bound tightly, Xing Yuniang struggled a few times
but couldn't break free. She then shouted and cursed, "Du Yibing, even if I become a ghost, I will never let you get away with this!"
Du Yibing was already furious, like a mad dog, howling and cursing, "Prick her breasts with needles, let this filthy
whore feel the pain to her very bones!" "An agent grabbed Xing Yuniang's large left breast with one hand, and with the other hand,
he inserted a thick steel needle into it. The agent deliberately stabbed slowly, twisting the needle between his fingers as he pushed it in.
The pain was greatest when the needle pierced her breast, and the slow insertion prolonged this excruciating agony. Xing
Yuniang's breast, bound by hemp rope, was already engorged with blood, and blood slowly seeped from the point where the needle pierced her breast, flowing down..."
The blood slowly trickled down her breasts, forming a beautiful red line on Xing Yuniang's white skin. A few seconds
later, the steel needle emerged from beneath her breast. Xing Yuniang struggled in agony, but remained silent.
"Will you talk or not?" Du Yibing viciously flicked the steel needle piercing the woman's breast with his finger;
the gleaming silver needle trembled on her breast. Xing Yuniang's body convulsed in pain with the trembling of the needle
, but her resolute eyes showed no sign of yielding.
"Fine, you're tough enough. I'll see if your mouth is tougher than my torture instruments. Keep stabbing!"
Four more steel needles pierced Xing Yuniang's left breast from different angles. Blood gushed from Xing Yuniang's full, high breasts
, but she still remained silent. The agent picked up a rusty, thin wire. Xing Yuniang
trembled. She knew what the agent was going to do next. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and raised her head, preparing to endure
even more cruel torture. The agent slowly threaded the wire through Xing Yuniang's nipple. A woman's nipple is densely
packed with nerve endings, making it extremely sensitive and vulnerable. The pain of piercing the nipple with a wire is far greater than piercing the breast. The agents
called threading the wire through the nipple "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds," referring to the remarkable effect of this method of torture.
Even the strongest woman could not withstand the continuous torment of this cruelty.
"Beast!" Xing Yuniang screamed, "What kind of skill is it to torture a woman?"
"Hehe!" Du Yibing grinned maliciously, "Torture a woman is a skill that requires expertise. No matter how stubborn you are,
I have ways to make you talk. Will you talk or not?"
"I'd rather die than talk! Use whatever tricks you have!"
Xing Yuniang's nipples stood erect, clearly not from excitement, but from excruciating pain. Xing Yuniang's
nipples were large, their original purplish-red color now stained bright red with seeping blood. Her body trembled violently
as she struggled, her face deathly pale. Due to the extreme pain and constant struggle, a
fine layer of sweat beaded on her forehead, rolling down her cheeks.
"What? Scared? Kneel down and beg for mercy, and I'll have someone remove the wire for you,"
Du Yibing shouted menacingly.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! I, Xing Yuniang, kneel to heaven and earth, kneel to my parents, how could I kneel to a heartless beast like you?"
Xing Yuniang thrust her large, snow-white breasts forward, acting like the spy holding the wire, and shouted, "Come on,
put on my right breast too." Xing Yuniang's naked breasts were like ripe, juicy melons
, giving a feeling of abundant fullness. A large, round nipple protruded from the areola
, its tip a mature and alluring purplish-red, tempting one to suckle and taste it.
The agents were so captivated that they forgot to begin the torture. Enraged, Du Yibing shouted, "Give this filthy
bitch a good beating!"
One of the agents then picked up a wire and inserted it into the base of Yu Niang's right breast, the wire piercing through. Xing Yu Niang clenched
her teeth, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, her eyes burning with anger and hatred as she stared intently at
the two executioners.
"Tell me, where are the troops?"
"I don't know!"
"Aren't you going to talk?" Du Yibing yelled, grabbing the wire from Xing Yu Niang's breast and pulling and tugging.
"Ugh," Xing Yu Niang let out a soft groan of pain, her face contorted in agony. But she
still didn't scream.
"Still not talking? You're a woman of iron!" Du Yibing had never encountered such a resolute woman.
Enraged, his face turned ashen. He lunged forward, grabbing Xing Yuniang's hair with both hands, yelling, "Bitch, bitch,
don't you want to live?" "You won't get anything from me!" Xing Yuniang retorted with a contemptuous smile
. Despite her stubbornness, Xing Yuniang refused to yield and revealed not a single Party secret to the enemy.
The enemy, eager to dismantle the underground Party organization of the Huaiyue Uprising, became increasingly cruel in their interrogation of Xing Yuniang. They employed
a "continuous torture" tactic, repeatedly torturing her, causing her prolonged, excruciating pain and profuse sweating
without causing her to faint or sleep. This pushed her physical and nervous system beyond their limits, attempting
to break her will to endure the torture and force her to speak. During prolonged interrogation, facing severe torture
, Xing Yuniang stared at her executioner with utter contempt, remaining silent. No
method could break her strong will.
In February 1935, Xing Yuniang was imprisoned at the Changsha Anti-Communist Headquarters. There, Yue
Chongpu, the Commander-in-Chief of the Changsha Anti-Communist Headquarters, and Shen Yujian, the notorious head of the enemy's military law department and a notorious spy chief, subjected her to inhumane
torture and personal humiliation.
One day, Xing Yuniang was taken from the cold, dark dungeon where she was held to the interrogation room. She stood proudly in the center of the room
, her expression calm and her gaze serene. Due to Xing Yuniang's high prestige and profound influence in Hunan society, the enemy,
under pressure from strong condemnation from all sectors of society, no longer dared to interrogate her naked. She wore a
blue cloth cheongsam and stood tall. Xing Yuniang knew that the enemy would not let her go easily. Years of
experience in struggle had long since enabled her to calmly face all kinds of dangers, even life-or-death choices. She knew very well that
what awaited her was an even more brutal struggle.
Shen Yujian saw no fear or confusion on Xing Yuniang's overly calm face, and he couldn't help but worry that this
tall and strong "double-robbery big-breasted woman" might be a difficult opponent to deal with. Shen Yujian was a veteran interrogator.
While staring at his formidable opponent, he took a few puffs of his cigarette and decided on the spot to change the usual interrogation procedures
and order, putting immense pressure on his opponent from the start. He slammed his hand on the table: "Strip her naked
!" His voice was like the howl of a hungry wolf in the dead of night, especially the last two words, "strip naked," which were drawn out for
a long time before stopping.
The four agents standing on both sides immediately rushed over. Xing Yuniang, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly
roared, "You're not allowed to be so shameless!"
"Afraid! Then speak quickly."
"Of course I'll speak, listen carefully!" Shen Yujian was overjoyed at this answer and immediately waved his hand
, "Wait a minute, let her speak first." The agents standing beside him retreated. Shen Yujian then addressed the two officers on his left and right...
The agent recording the conversation gave a few instructions: "Write it down properly!"
Xing Yuniang stepped forward, as if afraid others wouldn't hear her: "I'm not even afraid of death
, why would I be afraid of you using such despicable methods against me? If you're not afraid of being condemned by women all over the world
, then come and strip me!" With that, she slapped her chest and gestured as if to unbutton her clothes. This series of cannonball-
like, righteous, and assertive rebukes truly resonated like the sound of metal striking stone. Shen Yujian's face
flushed red, and he was so angry he couldn't speak. The other woman, however, stood even taller, like a victorious hero
before the enemy.
"Drag her out!"
"I don't need you to drag me; I can go to the execution ground myself," the reply was so strong and powerful.
Although Shen Yujian was cruel and ruthless, he dared not use torture in the interrogation room, fearing the embarrassment if guests or reporters came to
visit. Xing Yuniang was dragged into a secret torture chamber. In the gloomy and terrifying torture chamber,
a few electric lights hung on the four walls. Under the dim light, various bloodstained torture instruments, such as
tiger benches, bars, stoves, whips, finger squeezers, branding irons, bamboo sticks, steel needles, fire sticks, kneeling chairs, wooden horses, braziers, clamps,
ropes, and iron chains, were placed, hung, or suspended on the floor, walls, beams, and pillars. The torture instruments gleamed with a cold, eerie light. Three
shirtless thugs surrounded the tiger bench. Shen Yujian, his shirt unbuttoned, stood beside it, grabbing Xing Yuniang
by the hair and interrogating her. Xing Yuniang's upper body was tightly bound to a vertical wooden post with iron chains, her hands
bound firmly behind the post. Her long, black hair, soaked with splashed cold water, clung to her pale yet still alluring
face. A beautiful blue, tight-fitting cheongsam, also soaked with cold water and sweat, clung tightly to her voluptuous
body, further emphasizing her large and tall figure. Due to severe torture, the cheongsam was tattered in many places
, revealing plump and healthy white flesh. The neckline of the cheongsam was also open, revealing a patch of white, full breasts.
The enormous breasts made it seem as if the neckline of the cheongsam was not torn open, but rather stretched open by the full breasts
. From the slit of the cheongsam, two round, plump, white thighs, resembling small washbasins but still well-proportioned and slender, snow-white, were revealed,
as well as two snow-white, full, sexy, and alluring bare feet, all of which were tied straight to the bench with water-sprayed ropes
.
"Damn it, this bitch, all that flesh and blood, yet her bones are so hard!"
"It doesn't matter, hard bones can be pried down little by little." Shen Yujian sneered, saying viciously,
"Communist old hag, how about it, confess now, or this is the least you can imagine the torture to come!"
Hearing his threat, Xing Yuniang twisted her body in pain, replying in a low but firm voice,
"Use whatever you want."
"Fine, increase the torture, bring the bricks!" Hearing Xing Yuniang's reply, Shen Yujian ordered in a fit of rage. One
thug immediately used a crowbar to forcefully pry up Yuniang's ankles, while another agent reached out and placed a brick
under Yuniang's feet. "Speak! Otherwise, we'll crush your legs." Yuniang clenched her teeth even tighter, enduring the excruciating pain, 　　answering the enemy's interrogation
with silence .
Her tightly bound body struggled in agony; her bound hands
twisted together with all her might, her nails digging into her flesh; her tight-fitting blue cheongsam was soaked with sweat…
the cheongsam clung tightly to Yu Niang's body, further outlining her voluptuous figure. Gradually, Yu Niang felt her body
go numb, her legs go numb, her cheeks go numb, and everything went black before her eyes…
With a “splash,” the thugs poured a bucket of cold water over the unconscious Yu Niang's head and body. Xing Yu Niang
awoke, slowly opening her eyes and raising her head; the bricks beneath her feet had been removed. “Well, should you
confess now?” Shen Yujian asked, but Xing Yu Niang ignored him, turning her head to the side. Xing Yuniang's unwavering defiance
further fueled Shen Yujian's brutal and ruthless nature. "Bring me the red-hot iron! Inflict the fire torture!" One
thug immediately retrieved a red-hot branding iron from the furnace and handed it to Shen Yujian. Two other thugs
pulled Xing Yuniang's cheongsam hem from its ropes and lifted it up, exposing her two plump, white, round, and well-developed thighs to the stagnant
air. Shen Yujian approached Yuniang, coldly saying, "Confess, and I won't brand you." Xing Yuniang closed
her eyes, her body tense, awaiting the onslaught of torture. Xing Yuniang's attitude enraged Shen Yujian. With a swift movement
, the red-hot branding iron pressed heavily against Xing Yuniang's snow-white thighs!
"Squeak—!" The branding iron burned the tender, white flesh of Xing Yuniang's thighs, a puff of smoke rising, and
the torture chamber instantly filled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh. Xing Yuniang, bound tightly to the torture instruments, instinctively
struggled and convulsed. Her bare legs were almost straightened, but she remained as firm as a rock, uttering not a sound
. Xing Yuniang struggled weakly one last time before fainting again. The inhuman torture, the
unbearable pain!
"Water! Splash her awake!" Shen Yujian ordered. "Splash—," a bucket of cold water splashed onto Yuniang's body
. Stimulated by the cold water, Yuniang slowly awoke, letting out a long, painful sigh. Shen Yujian lifted Yuniang
's chin.
"Will you confess or not?" Yuniang closed her eyes tightly. "Damn it, you filthy bitch! Men, strip this filthy bitch naked and
'hang' her on the pole!"
"Yes, sir!" Upon hearing the order, the two thugs immediately pounced, untying the iron
chains and ropes binding Xing Yuniang and dragging her off the tiger bench. "Let me go!" Xing Yuniang straightened her body, intending to
break free from the enemy's grip, but due to her overly full and tall figure,
the buttons on her tight cheongsam popped open with a 386-degree rotation of her plump, white body
. Her enormous, oddly shaped, snow-white breasts immediately sprang out, the two naked, round
mounds of flesh slumping heavily downwards, the tender nipples trembling elastically, causing the entire breast
to sway back and forth, creating a surging wave. The thugs then used this opportunity to tear the cheongsam off Xing Yuniang's body
. This wasn't the first time her clothes had been stripped off by the enemy. Xing Yuniang didn't struggle; she knew that
struggling against these beasts would only fuel their lust and bring even more brutal humiliation. Two thugs stripped Xing...
Behind Yu Niang's cheongsam, Xing Yu Niang was dragged to the center of the interrogation room. A third thug pulled the chain, lowering a horizontal
wooden bar suspended in the air. Two thugs, each holding one of Xing Yu Niang's hands,
tightly bound them to handcuffs at one end of the bar, making her arms form a "V" shape. The third
thug then pulled the chain, slowly lifting Xing Yu Niang off the ground. When her toes were about an
inch off the ground, the two thugs grabbed her ankles, opening her legs 60 degrees and
handcuffing them to two iron rings fixed to the ground. The third thug pulled the chain again until Xing Yu Niang's body
was straightened and could no longer move. Thus, Xing Yu Niang was now suspended upright in an "X" shape
in the center of the interrogation room. At this moment, Xing Yuniang's entire weight, along with the tension of the torture instruments, was concentrated on her
two plump, white arms. Her arms, which had just been untied, were now wracked with excruciating pain. But even more unbearable than the pain
itself was the mental humiliation and psychological pressure she felt as a woman, suspended in this position,
almost overwhelming her. However, she knew that futile resistance would only
expose her weakness to the agents. Yuniang steeled her resolve; since she was already in their hands, anything
was possible. Xing Yuniang hung motionless in the air, her head tilted to the left, resting slightly
on her limp left arm. Her short, black hair, soaked through, clung wetly to her neck and face.
Though her beautiful face was distorted by inhuman torture, it remained delicate and lovely.
Shen Yujian scrutinized the voluptuous, snow-white body from head to toe, asking, "Have you thought it through
? It's not too late to tell me now."
"Even if you ask a hundred more times, I can't tell you what I don't know," Xing Yuniang said calmly
, her eyes radiating an unwavering conviction. Feeling uneasy under her gaze, Shen Yujian couldn't bear
Yuniang's contempt and cursed, "Bitch, let's see how hard you're made of bone! Come on! Let this old bandit woman taste
the power of having her ribs peeled!"
Upon receiving the order, the agents took bullets from their magazines and rubbed the bullet tips forcefully
between Xing Yuniang's ribs. White scratches appeared between her ribs, followed by tiny beads of blood. Soon, the skin was torn open, and
blood flowed from the beads, dripping down Xing Yuniang's ribs… Seeing that Xing Yuniang remained
silent, Shen Yujian became enraged. He pressed the bullet firmly against Xing Yuniang's ribs, scraping with all his
might, the bullet creaking and grinding against the ribs. Xing Yuniang's breathing immediately became rapid
, her muscles contracted and hardened, and her face… The veins on her neck bulged, her facial muscles
contorted in agony, and her face turned purple. Beads of sweat the size of beans seeped from her pale forehead, trickling
down her cheeks. Seeing the pain flashing in Xing Yuniang's eyes, Shen Yujian clearly sensed that she was on the verge of
despair, that she couldn't take it anymore. But Xing Yuniang clenched her teeth desperately, not uttering a single cry, enduring
this excruciating torture.
Shen Yujian had never imagined such astonishing willpower. Even a strong, robust man would likely find it difficult to endure such torture, let alone
a delicate young woman. Finally, Xing Yuniang almost lost consciousness and thought. Her face turned
deathly pale, and she fainted. Only then did the agents lower her from the chains. One of them brought a bucket of cold water and
poured it over Xing Yuniang's head. The cold water revived her, but as she
regained consciousness, the pain and suffering returned.
"Will you talk or not?" Shen Yujian grabbed Yuniang's hair, almost roaring.
"I'd rather die than tell," the answer was resolute.
The agent then pulled a red-hot branding iron from the furnace and
pressed it against Xing Yuniang's plump, white breasts. "Sizzle—" The iron burned against Xing Yuniang's once smooth, alabaster skin, producing
a chilling sound. A puff of smoke rose, and the torture chamber was instantly filled with the acrid
smell of burning flesh. Xing Yuniang's clenched teeth were numb; veins bulged on her face and neck, her muscles contorted
in agony. Her body twisted and convulsed. She felt her entire being burning, about to explode… Soon, she fainted again.
Xing Yuniang was awakened again, and another agent, holding a still-sparkling branding iron, branded her buttocks. With
another wisp of smoke rising, Xing Yuniang struggled weakly one last time before fainting again.
The agent tightly bound Xing Yuniang's lower body to a torture bench and brutally scrubbed
the soles of her feet with an iron brush. The agent administering the torture was clearly an experienced one; he scrubbed the fleshy, white… He would brush against the tender soles of her feet, pause briefly
, and wait for red marks to appear before brushing again. The spy was deliberately prolonging the flogging,
wanting to extend Xing Yuniang's pain as much as possible, making the suffering feel like an endless ordeal.
The soles of the feet are one of the most densely packed areas of neurons in the human body; torturing them there is even more excruciating than physical torture
. The spy then lit two large candles under Xing Yuniang's feet, the flames slowly burning her bare
feet . The air was thick with the stench of burning flesh. Xing Yuniang's legs convulsed uncontrollably; she bit
her lip, her face contorted in agony. Next, the agents pierced each of Xing Yuniang
's ten toenails with bamboo skewers.
They then tied two thick hemp threads used for sewing shoe soles to Xing Yuniang's two plump nipples. Shen Yujian pointed
to some bricks on the ground, "If you don't speak, we'll hang these on the hooks of your breasts and give you
a bomb-like display!"
"Pah! You shameless beasts!" A mouthful of bloody spittle landed on Shen Yujian's face.
"Hang bombs on me." "The agents began hanging bricks onto the two hemp ropes, one, two, three… Her
breasts were stretched little by little. The agents could even see
the shape of the capillaries and muscle fibers inside Xing Yuniang's breasts. The waves of tearing pain from the most delicate and sensitive parts of her body made Xing Yuniang tremble uncontrollably. When
five bricks were added, Xing Yuniang's breasts had been stretched up to her stomach.
"Come on, get on the wooden horse!" Two agents dragged Xing Yuniang up from the ground by her arms, while two others
grabbed her legs and spread them apart, lifting her up in a sprawling position towards the wooden donkey. Xing Yuniang did not make any futile struggles. "
Zha, she was lifted onto the wooden donkey. The agents straightened her body, aligned her vulva with the wooden peg, and then
pressed down hard. She felt the thick, hard wooden peg deeply penetrate her vagina. Xing Yuniang sat astride the wooden
donkey, the wooden peg deeply inserted into her body, forcing her to sit upright, unable to move.
The weight of her entire body pressed the extremely delicate flesh of her labia against the wooden peg, causing excruciating pain as if a sharp knife were stabbing into her heart.
At this moment, Xing Yuniang, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly cursed: "Shameless, beast!" Shen Yujian thought this
had frightened Xing Yuniang, and immediately said with a grin: "Then hurry up and talk!"
Xing Yuniang calmly replied: "Of course I will talk!" She then launched into a series of questions: "
Were you raised by your mother? Was your mother a woman? Were your wife, sisters, and daughters women?" "Do you think
I'm afraid?! I'm not afraid of death, so what's there to be afraid of injustice! But let me tell you, with this despicable
method, you've not only insulted me, but also your mother, your wife, your sisters, your daughter, and all women
! How can you face your mother—?!" Xing Yuniang's angry rebukes came like a volley of bullets, making Shen Yujian
feel embarrassed.
"If you want to be a prostitute, then don't even think about pretending to be virtuous," Shen Yujian grabbed Xing Yuniang's hair and
cursed viciously, "You won't get through this if you don't hand over the list of underground party members today." Xing Yuniang's body
twisted from side to side on the wooden horse, and the effect of this caused the wooden stake to quickly
cut and tear around Xing Yuniang's labia like a saw. As if this torture wasn't enough for her, two agents stepped forward, holding the wooden horse in front and behind
, and pushed it back and forth.
Xing Yuniang's body shook violently. As the wooden donkey rolled, the wooden peg moved up and down
, thrusting in and out of her vagina, occasionally drawing out streams of white, sticky fluid that flowed down her thighs. It was clear that this
small wooden peg was exerting a tremendous stimulation on her body and mind, making her restless. To alleviate
the pain caused by friction in her vaginal walls, her entire body arched and rose and fell with the movement of the peg,
causing her large breasts to sway back and forth. Xing Yuniang was tall and fair-skinned, with thick eyebrows and large eyes.
The features on her large, round face, like a silver basin, and the limbs of her tall frame
were all larger than those of other women, thus making her facial expressions and bodily movements more expressive and clear. Yu Niang
found the instrument of torture even more terrifying than she had imagined. The wooden peg, shaped like a small club with a large head
and a thin neck, stretched her vagina completely. Each thrust violently against her vulva caused her to tremble
and break out in a cold sweat.
The agents pushed the wooden donkey around in circles, carrying Xing Yu Niang back and forth. The wooden peg continuously
thrust in and out of her most sensitive areas, ravaging her until she was nearly dead… Xing Yu Niang was impaled by the wooden donkey
for an entire morning. Although there was sesame oil on the peg, the prolonged and intense sexual stimulation caused her stomach to ache
as if being stabbed with a knife, and her genitals to rupture due to prolonged congestion. She desperately hoped the pain was a sign of death, but
she was disappointed. After the enemy roused her with cold water, they forced her to endure even longer periods of agony.
The wooden donkey's violent jolting on the uneven ground, combined with the relentless, machine-gun-like
thrusting of the wooden pegs, left Xing Yuniang no chance to breathe, finally letting out uncontrollable moans
… Xing Yuniang's genitals were undergoing even more intense torture. This cruel torture specifically targets a woman's most delicate and
sensitive private parts, causing not only immense physical harm and pain but also
utterly crushing a woman's will and self-esteem psychologically. This painful memory can even accompany the tortured woman for life,
causing her to shudder even long afterward. Xing Yuniang's genitals were rubbed
raw and bloody by the hard wooden pegs, blood slowly flowing down her inner thighs and the sides of the wooden donkey—a
truly horrific sight. She was in a state of unbearable agony, unable to live, a tragedy beyond human comprehension.
The cruel torture continued, and the ravaged Xing Yuniang finally succumbed to unconsciousness once more. Xing Yu
Niang was taken off the wooden horse. A spy poured cold water on her to revive her. She was too weak to
speak, only gasping for breath. Due to the thrusting of the wooden stake, a large amount of foul blood had been discharged from Xing Yu Niang's vagina
, soaking even the unkempt pubic hair around her. Shen Yu Jian asked, "Aren't you going to talk
?"
Xing Yu Niang's head was lowered, and apart from painful gasps, she didn't utter a single word.
"Alright, then we'll begin." Shen Yu Jian made an extremely lewd gesture: "Grenade into vagina."
The spies began to act. They brought a grenade, and one spy aimed it at Xing Yu Niang's vagina and forcefully shoved it in with a "plop
." Xing Yu Niang felt a sharp pain in her lower body. More unbearable than the physical pain
was the indescribable humiliation and fear. Although she dared not think about it further, Xing Yuniang
could easily imagine what the spies were going to do to her next. She closed her eyes, her lips tightly pressed
together. It seemed she had made up her mind to silently endure the torture that was about to come.
This mature woman, with her fair skin and plump figure, had a pair of large, snow-white breasts and firm, round,
white buttocks. Her trembling, snow-white flesh was like a mountain of flesh.
Below her protruding, fat abdomen was a full, wide mons pubis, sparsely covered with a few dozen thick, black, curly pubic hairs, which
could not at all cover the bright red slit of flesh and the exposed grenade handle!
Xing Yuniang couldn't help but angrily curse, "Beasts! If you want to torture someone, then torture them! You're not allowed to be so shameless!"
But as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. She knew that saying anything here was useless; waves
of excruciating pain, like ten thousand steel needles, pierced deep into her body, fiercely, intensely, shockingly, and cruelly ravaging
every cell. Immediately, she was drenched in sweat, incontinent, and blood flowed freely, even
staining the ground. The agents poked and poked at the grenade again and again; Xing Yuniang was tortured to the point of near death, yet she
gritted her teeth and endured the torture without uttering a sound… Finally, her head slowly drooped, lying motionless on her chest, and
she fainted.
When she awoke again, Xing Yuniang lay naked in the blood on the ground, her wet hair disheveled.
She pressed her face to the ground, obscuring her pale features. Her heavy breathing was accompanied by the
heaving of her large, snow-capped breasts, and every muscle in her body trembled and convulsed. She struggled to lift her head,
glaring angrily at the agents beside her, and declared firmly, "You're wasting your time! Communists will never
yield to your torture!"
Shen Yujian was a veteran high-ranking agent who had interrogated all sorts of notorious female bandits, as well as cunning,
shrewish, vicious, and unruly female thugs. He had never encountered a woman who had endured such torture with such unwavering resolve, preferring death to
submission.
At this moment, five or six secret agents forcibly held down Yu Niang's plump, fair limbs. They tried to pull the
grenade inserted into Xing Yu Niang's vagina. Due to the extreme pain causing vaginal muscle contractions, a burly, dark-skinned executioner
gripped the grenade's wooden handle with both hands and pulled desperately outwards, but couldn't pull it out no matter what.
Xing Yu Niang's whole body tensed in pain, and beads of sweat, the size of soybeans, condensed on her entire body. Xing Yu Niang was indeed a tough woman; she
could actually endure this unbearable, excruciating pain, stubbornly resisting the increasingly violent trembling of her body, desperately trying to control her
shaking, gritting her teeth and holding back from screaming.
Her outstretched hands sometimes clenched into fists, sometimes relaxed, and sometimes her ten fingers trembled as she
stretched forward.
"Ah—! I'll fight you beasts to the death!"
Xing Yuniang suddenly let out a deafening shout, her body bursting with superhuman strength. This tall and
strong woman had honed her martial arts skills and possessed extraordinary strength since childhood. Years of fighting and
enduring the flames of war, braving wind and rain, had endowed her with a robust physique and
an indomitable, fearless character. Therefore, despite enduring torture, Xing Yuniang was still able to fight off the hordes of demons. With
a swift somersault, a flash of white flesh, and Xing Yuniang broke free from the grasp of six enemies. She gritted her teeth and
endured the pain... The excruciating pain, like flesh being torn apart, caused her to violently pull the grenade from her vagina. She bit down on the grenade string, yelled
"Beasts, die!" and hurled it at the enemy. In the blast wave and flash of light
, blood and flesh flew everywhere; several enemies fell. But Xing Yuniang, completely naked, was unharmed. She stood tall,
laughing triumphantly: "Hahaha... I'll blow you all to pieces!"
Xing Yuniang's hair was disheveled, her plump, snow-white body splattered with red blood and bits of flesh. Her laughter was
generous, unrestrained, and proud, her white flesh jiggling with each laugh. In her laughter, the enemy felt fear and
unease. Shen Yujian scrambled to his feet, clutching his blast-injured face, and weakly howled,
"Take this filthy bitch back to the dungeon!" Shen Yujian was utterly desperate. He hadn't expected this plump, fair-skinned
, and delicate Red Army woman to be so resolute. He couldn't fathom how a female Communist could possess such a strong will.
Another ten days of brutal torture ensued: the "earth airplane" torture, the tiger bench, being force-fed cold water, being pressed with a lever, having her chest twisted, her ribs rubbed, her
thighs branded, her armpits burned… the enemy used every torture imaginable, but Xing Yuniang remained as steadfast as a rock, refusing to utter a word
. Shen Yujian had exhausted all other options and had no choice but to call upon his master—Yue Chongpu, the Commander-in-Chief of the Anti-Communist Campaign in Changsha.
In the prison cell… The cold ground and the chilly wind blowing in from outside the iron windows gradually roused Xing Yuniang from her reverie. She
was completely naked, her two enormous breasts swollen and almost filling her entire chest. Her body
was chained, with an iron collar around her neck. One end of a chain was attached to this
collar, the other hanging down over her breasts and connecting to an iron ring around her waist. This
chain continued downwards, splitting into two at knee height, each linking to
the iron shackles on her ankles. In addition, there were nearly a meter-long chain binding her ankles, and the chains on her hands
were about the same length. The chains were nailed to the wall, limiting her movement to only two or three feet, and any slight
movement made a clattering sound. Knowing her formidable martial arts skills, the enemy, to prevent her from harming others or escaping, fitted
her with extra-large shackles weighing approximately 100 pounds. Even more cruelly, her two large breasts were pierced by wire, with
two copper bells dangling from her nipples. A wire pierced her mons pubis, with another copper bell dangling from it. Her swollen labia majora were pierced
by wire, which was then tightly wrapped around her inner thighs before being twisted shut, forcing her vaginal opening open.
A series of hurried footsteps sounded, and the prison door clattered open. A dark shadow flickered on the ground, and a group of thugs parted to the sides
. A man in a yellow woolen overcoat and glasses entered, and Xing Yuniang struggled to sit up. She saw that it was
Yue Chongpu, the Commander-in-Chief of the Changsha Anti-Communist Army, entering the cell. The cunning and shrewd Yue Chongpu said with a forced smile, "Ah!
Isn't this the infamous 'Double-Robbed Big-Breasted Woman' Xing Yuniang?" He then sneered twice with a smug look on his face.
"We're old acquaintances! A female guerrilla leader whom even hundreds of thousands of troops couldn't subdue—who would have thought you'd meet your end
?" Xing Yuniang, seeing her enemy, was filled with rage. Suddenly, she was brimming with energy, abruptly standing up
, eyebrows raised, eyes wide, glaring at her outwardly strong but inwardly weak subordinate. She spat through her teeth and
cursed, "Yue Chongpu! I single-handedly beat you all to a pulp!
Have you forgotten what you said when you knelt and begged for mercy? You're so forgetful! You're not even worthy of drinking my foot-washing water!" Before she finished speaking,
she slapped Yue Chongpu twice across the face, making him stagger back a few steps. He covered his cheek with his left hand, pulled out
his pistol with his right, and tremblingly aimed it at Xing Yuniang's heart, viciously squeezing out a single word through gritted teeth: "You—" He
cocked the trigger, his eyes almost bulging out. Xing Yuniang contemptuously moved forward, meeting his gun's muzzle. Xing Yuniang struggled
to drag the heavy shackles, weighing nearly a hundred pounds, her voluptuous body, like a snow-capped mountain, step by step towards Yue Chongpu. He
had no choice but to retreat, but unexpectedly tripped over a brick, his body swaying and he almost fell backward. Yue Chongpu
couldn't hold back any longer. He roared, and five or six thugs rushed up and lifted Xing Yuniang up.
"Hmph!" Xing Yuniang sneered, "I'm just a weak woman in heavy shackles, and you,
the dignified Commander-in-Chief of the Nationalist Government's Anti-Communist Campaign, are so frightened? Isn't that ridiculous?"
Yue Chongpu was humiliated and enraged. He jumped up, baring his teeth and claws, and roared, "Drag her out! Drag her out!
What are you all standing there for, you bastards! Drag her out!"
"Hurry up!" the thugs urged incessantly, occasionally poking her naked body with the butts of their rifles. Xing Yuniang,
restrained by iron shackles, stumbled forward several steps before barely managing to regain her footing. In the empty dungeon corridor,
the clanking of the shackles and the savage shouts were particularly jarring. Inside the interrogation room, Xing Yuniang stood motionless, calmly and contemptuously
looking at the menacing thugs, her head stubbornly raised. Yue Chongpu took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with a handkerchief
, exhaled a long breath, and scrutinized the tall, robust woman before him with a pitying expression. "Xing
Yuniang," he said, "I've said everything I needed to say. Life is nothing more than eating, drinking, playing, and enjoying wealth and glory. You
are a woman of both literary and martial talents, a rare heroine. Who in all of Hunan doesn't know your name, Xing Yuniang? You should be
thinking about your future. But you remain stubbornly unrepentant, which puts me in a difficult position."
Xing Yuniang, hearing his words, was already furious, her heart pounding, her whole body trembling, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Her two thin, straight, dark
eyebrows stood on end, and her deep-set eyes shot out a furious light, wishing she could kill this executioner
stained with the blood of countless men. But she gritted her teeth, trying her best to control herself, and listened calmly. She wanted to see
what kind of scheme this guy was plotting. Hearing this, she couldn't hold back any longer. With a cold laugh, she waved her hand and said, "Just
state your purpose directly!"
"My purpose!" Yue Chongpu spread his hands. "I'm doing this for your own good." "
Commander, stop wasting your breath on her. This kind of woman won't know her place unless you use torture!"
Shen Yujian, sitting to the side, shouted rudely.
"No, no, no, let her think it over."
"There's nothing to think about. Use whatever tricks you have." Xing Yuniang suppressed her explosive anger and
sneered contemptuously.
"See! See! What did I tell you? You can't do without ruthlessness!"
"You think you can scare me? Humph! From the day I joined the revolution, I've already risked my life.
At worst, I'll die? A thousand cuts, skinning and dismembering? Come on, try!" Xing Yuniang said, proudly raising
her head. Watching a group of thugs rush forward, Xing Yuniang smiled faintly. Yue Chongpu's face darkened instantly.
Pointing to the various torture instruments displayed in the room, he said, "Xing Yuniang, all these torture instruments are for you.
Even a notorious bandit would be subdued and begging for mercy, let alone a delicate young woman like you."
"Stop with your act," Xing Yuniang retorted sharply, puffing out her ample chest. "I've already experienced it all
. What other tricks do you have this time? The tiger bench, the bar, the wooden shoes—bring them all on! I have
no intention of leaving here alive!!! I just regret not being able to eliminate you all myself!"
"Good! Tough enough! Come on, let's soak that mouth of yours: we'll soften it!" The thugs
didn't dare to be careless. They had all experienced this woman's power. They surged forward, twisting Xing Yuniang's arms and pressing her
face up to the ground. Her neck, waist, legs, and arms were all tightly pinned down. Yue Chongpu's fierce face was revealed
. He grinned maliciously at Xing Yuniang and said, "One word: hand over the list of underground party members or not?"
"No!" Xing Yuniang gritted her teeth. "Pour it in!" Yue Chongpu roared. The enemy shoved a
rubber tube into Xing Yuniang's mouth, the tube connected to a large iron kettle filled with cold water. One of the thugs
grabbed Xing Yuniang's hair with one hand and pinched her nose with the other, making it difficult for her to breathe. She could only swallow the cold water
. Soon, the entire kettle of water was poured down her throat, and her stomach swelled up.
Another kettle of cold water was poured in. Xing Yuniang tilted her head back, her nostrils pointing towards the sky. The icy water rushed
into her sinuses, and she felt a splitting headache. She mechanically inhaled, drawing the water back into her trachea,
triggering another violent cough. The more she coughed, the more water entered her trachea. She tried to twist her body, trying to
remove her nose from the water, but her hair was being pulled, preventing her from moving. She tried to breathe through her mouth, but as soon as
she opened it, water rushed into her trachea, causing another violent coughing fit.
Xing Yuniang's abdomen bulged even more, like a large ball, almost bursting. She was suffocating, unable to breathe properly. She
wanted to curse, but no sound came out.
Yue Chongpu patted Xing Yuniang's protruding belly: "Haha, how about it? Will you talk or not?" Xing Yuniang
felt nauseous and vomited.
Yue Chongpu sneered, "I'll make you vomit! I'll make you vomit it all out!" With that, he stomped his heavy leather
boot on Xing Yuniang's stomach, stomping hard. "Ouch!" A jet of water gushed from Yuniang's mouth,
followed by another round of violent coughing. Water sprayed from Xing Yuniang's mouth and nose.
"Will you talk or not?" Yue Chongpu asked as he stomped. Water sprayed from Xing Yuniang's mouth and nose. "
Pour more!" Yue Chongpu roared. After four or five jugs of cold water were poured down her throat, Xing Yuniang's stomach swelled up like a balloon about to burst
, glistening with a bright white flesh.
"Beat the water drum!"
"Yue Chongpu, you beast, what kind of skill is it to defile a woman like me?" Xing Yuniang cursed angrily
. Several thugs began to beat Xing Yuniang's swollen stomach with wooden sticks. "Thump thump thump thump..." The sound was dull yet
deafening. Later, they pressed down on her stomach with a thick bar, squeezing out all the water, and then
re-poured it in. She was tortured repeatedly, even urinating, filling the room with the stench of urine.
Yue Chongpu saw urine gushing from Xing Yuniang's vagina for over a meter and shouted hoarsely, "Will you talk or not?!"
Xing Yuniang forced a weak, calm voice: "No!" Suddenly, Xing Yuniang struggled violently
. She was a skilled practitioner of internal martial arts, tall and muscular, with extraordinary strength. Although she
was being tortured and her hands and feet were shackled, she struggled in pain and almost broke free from the demons' restraints. Seeing
the woman's strength, several thugs quickly grabbed her and held her down. Xing Yuniang struggled in pain, but even the thugs couldn't hold
her down. At this moment, Shen Yujian, who had been sitting at the interrogation table, jumped over and
slammed an iron rod into Xing Yuniang's bare, rounded shoulder. The blow was excruciating; Xing Yuniang's arms buckled, and she was pinned down. Faced with
such a fierce and robust woman, even Yue Chongpu broke out in a cold sweat. A dozen thugs
scrambled about, finally managing to subdue her struggles by piercing her collarbone with wire. Xing Yuniang's belly was swollen.
She looked like a pregnant woman about to give birth.
"Speak, you bitch!" Shen Yujian yelled frantically. Actually, Xing Yuniang was already
breathless from being force-fed, but she stubbornly shook her head. "Press!" With a strange cry, the thugs
brought over a thick wooden bar and pressed it down on Xing Yuniang's swollen, round belly.
With a "plop," a pale red jet of water shot from her mouth, landing on the beam of the torture chamber, while another
deep red jet shot from her genitals, hitting Shen Yujian. It turned out that Yuniang had been tortured into having her
period early.
The glaring light in the torture chamber shone on Xing Yuniang's full breasts and enormous belly. She was covered in sweat, her plump
, white, mature body glistening with moisture, resembling a goddess just emerged from a bath. "You are
the secretary of the Yuezhou underground party special committee and the female guerrilla captain of the Red bandits. You should know the whereabouts of the guerrillas and the list of underground party members. If you
don't speak..."
"Spit!" Before Yue Chongpu could finish speaking, Xing Yuniang spat a mouthful of bloody phlegm right onto his right eye.
Shen Yujian yelled, "Where are the guerrillas and the Communists hiding? Tell me!"
"Hidden in my heart!" Xing Yuniang showed no fear in the face of the brutal enemy, neither frowning nor blinking, her
expression arrogant and contemptuous.
"Give me electric shocks!" The enemy was enraged. They tied Xing Yuniang's hands and feet to the torture chair frame, then
clamped one end of the electrodes to her wrists and the other end to her ankles, subjecting her to inhuman electric shocks.
"Will you talk or not?" Yue Chongpu grabbed Yuniang's cheek, almost roaring.
"You beasts! One day our comrades will avenge me!" Xing Yuniang's almond-shaped eyes widened as she
screamed angrily, her eyes burning with hatred. The moment the enemy switched on the power, Xing Yuniang gasped sharply
, her body tensing as if struck! As the current increased, her head
slowly tilted back, her brow furrowed, her face taut, and her body began to tremble slightly, shaking
like a leaf. Her chest muscles twitched, causing her large, white breasts to jiggle rhythmically. Soon
, beads of sweat, the size of soybeans, began to seep from her forehead and chest. This seemingly iron-willed woman
was indeed tough; she endured the excruciating pain, stubbornly
resisting the increasingly violent shaking, gritting her teeth to suppress a cry. Xing Yuniang gasped for breath,
her mouth agape in agony, but ultimately, no sound came out… Her muscles tensed, her body arched, her entire
torso like a violently trembling mass of white flesh, gradually stiffening… Finally, she lost consciousness.
Xing Yuniang was jolted awake by a splash of cold water again. Yue Chongpu immediately asked, "How do you feel? If you don't talk
, you'll be electrocuted like this until you do!"
Xing Yuniang remained silent, only glaring angrily at Yue Chongpu. Her parted lips were tightly pressed
together. Clearly, she had made up her mind to endure the impending physical torture and pain. "Electrocute!" Yue Chongpu gestured.
"Electrocute!" Shen Yujian also shouted viciously. The enemy used two serrated steel
clips connected to electrical wires to clamp onto Xing Yuniang's nipples, maximizing the current's penetration into her most sensitive organs and
intensifying the pain. As the agents switched on the power, a powerful current flowed through her most vulnerable breasts.
First, Xing Yuniang's breasts lost their elasticity and bounced as if they were fitted with vibrators. Her entire body trembled like a sieve,
and her beautiful breasts shook violently like two large fleshy balls. Sweat poured from Xing Yuniang's entire body.
Under the light, her naked body seemed to shimmer and glow...
a mass of white flesh glistening with moisture. As the current increased, beads of sweat could be clearly seen
emerging from under her skin. Seeing that Xing Yuniang remained silent, Yue Chongpu ordered the torture to be intensified.
As irregular currents surged into Xing Yuniang's sensitive areas, the frequency of her muscle tremors
grew increasingly stronger. Her outstretched hands clenched into fists, then relaxed, her bloodied fingers
trembling as she stretched forward. At this moment, Xing Yuniang, who had remained silent under all the torture, finally let out
a low groan, "Hmph, hmph... uh... um..." It grew increasingly rapid, but she still didn't cry
out. Yue Chongpu asked again, "Aren't you going to talk?"
Xing Yuniang's head was lowered, and apart from the painful groans, she didn't utter a single word.
The red light on the current controller flashed again. Suddenly, Xing Yuniang abruptly straightened her chest, opened her mouth, and her trembling
lips struggled for nearly ten seconds before finally, with extreme reluctance, letting out a
heart-wrenching cry from her suppressed throat: "Ah! Ah... uh... ah!" The scream sounded completely unlike anything
coming from Xing Yuniang's mouth. The unbearable pain far exceeded Xing Yuniang's imagination, even though she
had indeed prepared herself. A few minutes later, intense spasms caused Xing Yuniang's trembling to become increasingly violent
and rapid. "Ah...ah!" Xing Yuniang's screams of agony rose and fell, growing longer and more
agonizing, sending chills down one's spine.
To prevent Xing Yuniang from fainting too quickly and escaping the torment, Yue Chongpu instructed the thugs to frequently change
the intensity of the torture. This was to keep Xing Yuniang conscious, subjecting her to the maximum extent of pain, and keeping her constantly in
a state of mental and unpreparedness. Xing Yuniang's indescribable pain grew increasingly unbearable with each episode. She was sometimes calm,
sometimes trembling; her chest would thrust forward violently, her lower abdomen would contract backward; her mouth opened and closed, her lips
trembling for longer and longer with each spasm; the rhythm of her muscle spasms fluctuated, her convulsions intermittent,
each lasting longer than the last; her heart-wrenching screams rose and fell, growing increasingly intense… the terrifying
pain was ever-changing. Suddenly, Xing Yuniang weakly shook her disheveled, sweat-soaked short hair,
and groggily uttered a series of indistinct cries: "Ah…no! No…". Hearing this long-awaited
cry, the enemy was excited. Physiologically speaking, this prolonged and unbearable agony was unbearable for an ordinary person
. No matter how strong Xing Yuniang was, no matter how strong her faith, she was still a human being of flesh and blood! Yue Chongpu also felt that Xing Yuniang
's endurance had reached its limit; she couldn't withstand the electric torture any longer.
"Now you know how terrible electric shock is! Speak! You can't withstand it!" Yue Chongpu
demanded gleefully of Xing Yu Niang. Xing Yu Niang was covered in glistening beads of sweat, as if she had just been pulled from the water. "You
beasts! Torturing a woman like this, are you even human?" She struggled to lift her head and suddenly
cried out hoarsely with all her might. Xing Yu Niang's steadfastness and tenacity moved even those cold-blooded beasts.
"Continue the torture!" With Yue Chongpu's command, the current was switched on again... Whenever Xing Yu Niang's pain was about
to reach its limit, her muscles stiffened, her whole body arched, and she was about to faint, the enemy would promptly reduce the intensity of the electric shock
and slowly disconnect the current. After Xing Yu Niang's whole body relaxed, her bulging muscles sunk, and she regained consciousness for a while,
the power would be switched back on. This cycle of switching on and off was repeated again and again... making
the pain and torture inflicted on Xing Yu Niang unstoppable. She was in a state of unbearable agony, unable to live, until she was utterly exhausted
and on the verge of collapse. Finally, the skin where Xing Yuniang had been tortured changed color; the skin on her chest,
starting from her nipples, slowly turned yellowish-brown until the entire areola was charred into two coin-sized electric shock spots, first changing from yellow to grayish-
brown, then to dark purple. A faint smell of burning flesh slowly emanated from Xing Yuniang's body
…
Hours passed, and seeing that Xing Yuniang showed no sign of yielding
, the enemy remained silent. Everyone understood: today, Xing Yuniang had made a death wish, determined to fight to the bitter end.
Slowly wearing her down with electric shocks would not break her will; it would not force her to submit. The enemy
could only grit their teeth and continue the torture.
The agents brought in a telephone and clipped two alligator clips onto Xing Yuniang's nipples. The injured nipple
was pinched by the crocodile, causing excruciating pain. One of the agents picked up a hollow copper rod and
tried to insert it into Xing Yuniang's vagina. Xing Yuniang's labia were swollen from being whipped with rattan a few days ago, resembling a steamed bun.
The rod wouldn't go in after several attempts, instead causing Xing Yuniang to break out in a sweat from the pain. Enraged, the agent
shoved the copper rod in forcefully. Xing Yuniang screamed, "Agh—!" as the rod was thrust into her uterus. Another agent hesitated
, then forcefully shoved the copper rod into Xing Yuniang's anus. The agents started cranking the machine, and a strong electric
current surged from her nipples to her vulva and anus, ravaging their bodies. Xing Yuniang's body
trembled violently from the electric current, her teeth grinding together, her head swaying back and forth, her black hair cascading
like two black waterfalls, sweat splashing up and landing on the walls. She was drenched in
sweat, which flowed like a small river down her high chest and flat abdomen, across her densely covered pubic
area, and finally down her thick, dark pubic hair to the ground. The steel needles inserted into her breasts also
trembled violently, blood seeping from the needle holes and cracked nipples. One of the agents was also poking and
stirring the copper rod inserted into Xing Yuniang's uterus. The agents continued to crank the telephone, and Xing Yuniang's trembling intensified
until finally, the trembling stopped, and she lost consciousness.
Bucket after bucket of cold water was poured over her, and Xing Yuniang awoke, groaning in pain. Seeing that she was awake, the agents
cranked the telephone again. The electric current continued to ravage her body, the pain was truly worse than death.
This time, the agents deliberately shook her slowly, stopping just as she was about to faint, waiting for her to regain consciousness before
resuming. Gradually, her nipples were charred, and Xing Yuniang's labia and anus were also charred. They used
alligator clamps haphazardly, sometimes clamping them at the base of her breasts, sometimes at her navel; once one spot was charred, they would move it to another and
continue the electric shock. She was electrocuted for a whole day, teetering between life and death. But she endured it, revealing not a single Party
secret.
The torture continued intermittently for more than seven hours. The continuous, excruciating pain caused by the electric shocks exceeded
the limits of anyone's endurance. Amidst helpless groans and hoarse screams, Xing Yuniang's head
drooped limply, her body lying limply on the torture chair as if all the tendons had been removed. She was tortured until she fainted,
finally ceasing her struggles. Only her thighs, calves, abdomen, and muscles twitched instinctively, dripping blood incessantly.
The stench of human excrement mixed with the smell of burning flesh filled the interrogation room.
With unwavering willpower, Xing Yuniang ultimately refused to yield and did not reveal any Party secrets. Exhausted,
Yue Chongpu, like a deflated balloon, slumped into a chair and was "dragged back to the cell."
Xing Yuniang was jolted awake by cold water. Seeing two thugs holding her arms as if burned, she
mustered all her strength and, with all her might and unwavering will, suddenly flung her arms away from her captors
: "Let me go!" She swayed, but finally regained her balance. She tossed her head back, her blood-soaked hair
falling over her shoulders. Her face was deathly pale, as white as a sheet. She slightly turned her head, her dim but
unyielding gaze sweeping over the dejected enemy. With her head held high and her legs stubbornly striding,
she resembled a victorious goddess, laboriously dragging heavy, extra-large shackles as she staggered towards her cell…
the shackles clanking painfully under her feet.
After days of interrogation failing to pry open Xing Yuniang's mouth, Yue Chongpu grew impatient and decided to use the branding torture.
He was reluctant to use it on them; damaging them would be a pity, but he had no choice—protecting his official position was paramount. Xing
Yuniang was once again brought into this chilling interrogation room and tightly bound to the large, spread-eagle
rack. After a series of desperate interrogations, the cruel branding began. The red-hot iron was pressed
onto Xing Yuniang's back. "Hiss—!" A plume of bluish smoke rose, emitting a pungent stench. The iron continued
to burn, causing her fat to sizzle and drip out. Finally, her head lolled to the side, and she died. Waves
of interrogation echoed, punctuated by splashes of water, filling the interrogation room with smoke. Xing Yuniang's entire body
was almost entirely branded; she repeatedly nearly died, only to be revived by the splashing water, yet she remained unyielding. Branding
irons were pressed onto Xing Yuniang's large buttocks, those buttocks that had once been so sexy, so alluring
, were now scarred and ravaged. Branding irons were also applied
to her large, full breasts, those breasts that had once captivated countless men. Those breasts, once so beautiful, white as jade, smooth and delicate, were now a horrific sight.
The sight was unbearable; everything was charred and burnt. Branding irons were pressed into her cleavage, a cleavage that had once been so deep, like a snow-covered
canyon, now a wasteland after a fire. Branding irons were branded onto Xing Yuniang's long, slender thighs and
her delicate waist, eliciting only cries, wails, and screams—not a single confession. Yue
Chongpu was enraged. He grabbed two red-hot iron rods, thicker than eggs, and shoved them violently into Xing Yuniang's anus
. "Sizzle—!" Smoke and steam billowed out, filling the torture chamber. Xing Yuniang
screamed horribly, a scream so tragic, so terrifying, so chilling.
The torture continued for several more days, yielding no results. Yue Chongpu was frantic, at his wits' end. From the next torture
chamber came a scream of agony. He had a sudden inspiration and turned to enter the interrogation room next door. Inside, Xing Yu
Niang was bound to a special frame, her head tied low, her large, white buttocks raised high. Several
men were taking turns raping her anus.
In a small, secret cell, neatly furnished, it was more like a living room than a prison. The difference was that
the guests here were suspended from the ceiling. This was where Yue Chongpu secretly imprisoned the beauties he had abducted—
Xing Yu Niang was imprisoned here. After careful treatment by a renowned doctor, she had regained her former beauty. Xing Yu Niang's
breasts, after the scabs were removed, were pure white and delicate, as white as freshly peeled hard-boiled eggs. Those two breasts,
large and round, stood proudly on her white chest, like the two main peaks of Mount Heng after a snowfall, standing majestically
on the vast snowfield. Yue Chongpu gripped Xing Yuniang's large breasts with one hand, kneading them forcefully, while his other hand reached
between her thighs, caressing and parting the thick pubic hair covering her vulva, inserting his fingers and swirling and
probing wildly. Hanging high, Xing Yuniang was unable to struggle, only able to blush and curse him as a "beast." He
lowered Xing Yuniang and threw her onto the bed. Although she was already immobilized, he still
tightly bound her hands and feet to the four corners of the bed and straddled her. Unable to struggle, Xing Yuniang could only curse angrily, letting
Yue Chongpu do as he pleased. Yue Chongpu, grinning, pressed his lips to her bright red lips and kissed her passionately.
Then he rubbed his hard, iron-like penis against Xing Yuniang's anus, suddenly thrusting it in with force
. The force was so great that Xing Yuniang nearly died from the pain. He thrust roughly and forcefully, faster
and harder with each stroke. Xing Yuniang felt as if a red-hot iron rod had been shoved into her anus, the pain excruciating.
Just as Xing Yuniang was about to faint from his ministrations, a gush of his semen finally erupted.
A year later. In a prison cell, two shirtless agents approached the wooden cage holding a woman. They opened the door,
and the woman slowly and laboriously crawled out. One agent grabbed her hair and pulled her up, yelling, "Damn it, you
female communist, you want to die?" He yanked on the chain around her neck and said, "Go!" The agent behind her, one hand on her round, white
buttocks, the other pushing her along. Xing Yuniang struggled, her large breasts trembling, accompanied by
the jingling of copper bells hanging from her nipples. With her six-month pregnant belly protruding, she dragged the heavy iron chain, weighing over twenty pounds, barefoot,
slowly and laboriously walking towards Yue Chongpu.
Yue Chongpu saw Xing Yuniang, whom he hadn't seen for over a year, now completely naked. Two large, red nipples were
pierced by thick iron wires, from which hung two copper bells. A small patch of her thick, dark pubic hair had been plucked, and her labia were also
pierced by wires, bound to two copper bells and two iron chains. The chains were pulled up and tightly fastened around her neck, exposing
her bright red vagina and clitoris. Especially striking was her six-month pregnant belly. Xing Yuniang hadn't been pregnant before her arrest
, but now she was heavily pregnant. She must have been raped every day for the past year.
The newly arrived special agent captain, Li Bin, walked up to Xing Yuniang and grabbed her hair. "You female communist,
still so stubborn! I don't need you to reveal your underground party list now. Just sign the confession,
and you'll be free. But if you continue to resist, you'll continue to be a good dairy cow, providing
us with human milk to nourish ourselves.
Li Bin, you dog of a spy, the Communist Party will definitely avenge us! Your days are numbered!"
"Damn it!" Li Bin grabbed Xing Yuniang's large breasts angrily. "Men, wash this woman's nipples clean and squeeze out two
bowls of milk for me to drink. You guys drink some too to nourish yourselves." Tonight, Li Bin looked at Xing Yuniang with hatred and said, "
I'm going to teach this woman a lesson and vent my anger." Two shirtless thugs tied Xing
Yuniang to a large, spread-eagle rack, then washed her large nipples and body with water, rinsing her vagina while
playing with her breasts and vagina.
"Old Zhang, this woman's breasts are getting bigger and bigger. If you squeeze them, milk flows out. The captain's Chinese medicine is
quite effective. This female communist has become a milk cow after eating it. We brothers have a feast every day, ha, ha, ha!"
The two thugs laughed happily.
Day after day, month after month, another six months passed. On this day, Li Bin sat in a chair, crossed his legs,
humming a little tune about 18 touches, looking at the three women kneeling on the ground. For more than half a year, he had tormented them day and night,
but these three women couldn't even fart. Li Bin had no choice but to force them to
crawl on the ground every day, or kneel on the ground holding two bowls of water, and fire volleys of gunfire at more than ten Japanese soldiers at night.
Li Bin looked at Xing Yuniang kneeling before him. An iron chain was tightly fastened to her neck and dragged on the ground
. Her two hands were outstretched, holding two bowls of water. Her long hair was disheveled, and two
copper bells hung from her armpits, now hidden by regrowth. She was struggling to support her five-month pregnant belly. Two plump,
red, and tender nipples, exuding a milky fragrance, were also adorned with two copper bells.
Long pubic hair had grown back in the triangle area where her pubic hair had been plucked. The copper bells hanging from her labia majora jingled between her slightly trembling legs
. This woman gave birth to a boy, and less than two months later she became pregnant again. Now she's over a month along, and
these past few days she's been constantly gagging. Look, she's bowing her head, retching repeatedly, and holding two bowls of water aloft
, much of it already spilled. A thug saw this and immediately came over, grabbed her hair, and said, "You filthy woman, how dare you
pour out the water in those bowls!"
This was a method and rule devised by Li Bin, ordering the thugs to make Xing Yuniang kneel on the ground every day.
Or they
would make her run in the interrogation room. The most humiliating thing was to make her bend over, sticking out her big, white buttocks and crawling on the ground, exposing her dark, ravaged anus. If she disobeyed, or poured out the water in her bowl, she would be gang-raped by more than ten thugs.
At first, Xing Yuniang resisted desperately, but after months of all kinds of humiliation and rape, she was no longer able to resist such
humiliation and rape, and could only silently obey. Although they still couldn't get any information out of her, Li Bin
still felt that he could break Xing Yuniang's spirit a little. At least they were much more obedient than before.
Xing Yuniang stood upright, holding two bowls of water in a straight line with both hands. She had been kneeling for more than two hours, and now
her upright posture was no longer possible. Her hands were trembling, and she could only sit on her calves to
prevent the water in the bowls from spilling. However, when one of the thugs saw Xing Yuniang kneeling there, he grabbed her hair and
pulled her body straight, saying, "Don't sit, kneel up straight." In order to avoid being raped by these thugs, Xing Yuniang had no
choice but to grit her teeth and force her heavy body to kneel on the ground. Xing Yuniang knelt for about half an hour, but
she couldn't hold on any longer. She was determined to persevere no matter what.
That evening, Li Bin slowly entered the interrogation room and saw Xing Yuniang running around it. Xing Yuniang
had her hands raised high, her large breasts swaying wildly up and down and side to side. The bells on her nipples, armpits, and labia majora were all
jingling and clanging. Hearing such beautiful sounds and seeing
Xing Yuniang running breathlessly... "Mother!" Xing Yuniang laughed loudly, sitting on the chair with her large genitals sticking out. He pointed
at Xing Yuniang, and two secret agents carrying twenty-round pistols dragged Xing Yuniang in front of Li Bin. Li Bin looked at
Xing Yuniang, who was covered in sweat, and ordered the two traitors to wipe the sweat off her body with towels,
and also wipe her two tender red nipples clean. Then he held Xing Yuniang in his arms. Xing Yuniang was expressionless and did not resist at all.
She spread her legs and sat on Li Bin's lap.
Li Bin inserted his thick, hard penis into Xing Yuniang's vagina, sucking on one of her nipples. He
held Xing Yuniang's snow-white body tightly in his arms, sucking her milk while watching her cold face. He felt
her body twitching slightly, thinking, "This woman seems much more obedient. For the past few weeks, she
had remained motionless in his arms, but in the last week, her body has started to twitch." Her vagina
gripped his penis tightly; the feeling was wonderful. Sucking on her milk, his penis
moved gently up and down in her warm vagina, moving with her body. Li Bin excitedly said, "You don't need to provide intelligence. As long as you agree to
leave the CCP, I'll bring you to headquarters. You can spend every day with just me, unlike now where you
're played with by more than ten people every day."
Xing Yuniang remained silent, her body moving up and down expressionlessly. She didn't answer Li Bin's question;
she simply watched Li Bin's extremely excited face. She herself wondered
why her body reacted so strongly lately whenever Li Bin sucked her nipples while raping her. Her vagina constantly secreted vaginal fluid, tightly gripping
his penis, making Li Bin extremely happy and causing him to lower his guard. Xing Yuniang secretly glanced at
the pistol on Li Bin's back, but Li Bin held her body and hands tightly.
Xing Yuniang's vagina held Li Bin's thick penis, gently moving her body up and down. Her other breast
, not being sucked, swayed up and down, making the bells on the nipples jingle, which made Li Bin grin lewdly...
The shaking and twitching of her body made him shout excitedly. One of the thugs said, "Captain, these female communists,
why have they become so lewd this week? Did you give them some kind of drug?" The medicine was a decoction of aphrodisiac Chinese herbs,
given to her to drink. Most importantly, they were pregnant, their breasts full of milk. Even the most virile woman
couldn't resist sucking them, though they wouldn't make a sound. Li Bin said smugly. Xing Yuniang's body twitched incessantly
. Hearing the words of the traitors, her face immediately flushed red. After Li Bin finished suckling Xing Yuniang's milk, he looked up
and saw her pretty face flushed crimson. She was truly beautiful. Li Bin couldn't resist releasing his hold on Xing Yuniang,
cupping her face in his hands and kissing her passionately. He admired Xing Yuniang's body twitching up and down, her large breasts bobbing up and down, making a captivating
tinkling sound, and her full, elastic buttocks colliding with his hairy thighs, making rhythmic
slapping sounds. Suddenly, Xing Yuniang pressed a Mauser pistol against Li Bin's head. Her
fingers, which had been crushed by pliers and were supposed to be immobile, were now... *Bang!* A gunshot
rang out.
Xing Yuniang, while rising from Li Bin's body, killed several thugs who were about to draw their guns. Pointing the gun
at Li Bin and the other thugs, she said, "You all kneel down!" Li Bin tried to lunge for the gun, but Xing Yuniang shot him twice
, breaking his legs. He fell to the ground screaming. The thugs knelt, begging for mercy.
Xing Yuniang bent down, pulled down Li Bin's pants, picked up a dagger, grabbed his genitals, and cut them
off. Li Bin screamed and lost consciousness. Xing Yuniang threw away Li Bin's genitals and angrily said, "You
inhuman dog spy, using those shameless methods to torture us, trying to force me to submit! Bah! We'll
kill you, you traitor and sellout, even if it kills us, to rid the people of this scourge!" With that, she plunged a knife into Li Bin's heart. This
dog spy finally got his just deserts.
Several more dogs spies rushed in from outside. Xing Yuniang knocked down a few, but the others
pinned her to the ground, holding her hands and feet and dragging her away.
Xing Yuniang's hands were handcuffed tightly to the rack, her legs stretched to their limit and cuffed to two wooden posts. Her
hair was wet and disheveled, her head drooping, saliva dripping down her face, hanging in an arc from
her nipples. Her large breasts were bruised and swollen from being squeezed, her labia majora were swollen and turned inside out, and
white semen was constantly flowing from her vagina. For the past two days and two nights, she had been gang-raped by dozens of spies. Previously, Li Bin
had stipulated that no more than fifteen people could rape her each day in order to slowly conquer her, so she had never been gang-raped by more than twenty spies at once . Now, the new captain of the spy squad had ordered her to be raped day and night, to 　　torture her as much as possible
before killing her . 　　Xing Yuniang slightly opened her eyes, her mouth twitched nervously, then closed her eyes again, no longer looking at the spies.

"Captain." The special agent captain pulled the branding iron from the brazier, chuckled strangely, and pressed the red-hot iron against
Xing Yuniang's large belly. Xing Yuniang's body twitched a few times but didn't scream. She had a lock of
hair between her teeth. The heated iron slid slowly down her belly, revealing the flesh turning black and purple as it sank in. Suddenly, the iron
was slammed into the pubic hair between her thighs below her belly. A wisp of smoke rose, accompanied by
the smell of burning hair.
"Ah..." Xing Yuniang's head jerked back, letting out a blood-curdling scream. The special agent captain laughed. He pinched
Xing Yuniang's nipple and said, "Li Binjun once said he had a female Communist milk cow here. It's true! Just
one squeeze and the white milk comes out. Good, let's taste it and see how it tastes." The special agent captain suckled at Xing Yuniang
's nipple while stroking her vagina. Then he lay on top of her, drinking her milk while
inserting his hard, thick penis into her vagina, further abusing her swollen and reddened until she lost consciousness.
The setting sun on the execution ground reflected on the flowers dancing in the wind, making them appear red, like clusters of blooming blood, their fragrance
spreading far and wide, creating an invisible path of floral scent. Xing Yuniang, barefoot and dragging heavy
leg chains, her hands tightly bound behind her back, had two iron wires twisted tightly around her labia, then pulled onto the leg chains
, threaded through the iron wires, and tightened. Suspended by these heavy leg chains weighing over twenty pounds, Xing Yuniang could only
endure the pain, slowly twisting her bloodied legs, her
large breasts jingling, as she was pushed forward by the Japanese soldiers' bayonets towards a wooden stake standing firmly in the ground.
Xing Yuniang was tightly bound to the stake. The special agent captain, watching Xing Yuniang and her companions, waved his hand, and three Japanese soldiers with
bayonets fixed in their Type 38 rifles stood before them. At this moment, Xing Yuniang's gaze was fixed on the distance, as
if she were about to see, or had already seen, the dawn of victory a few years later. Her face flushed with excitement at seeing this dawn
, reflecting the sunset in the west and creating a magnificent picture.

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