Fallen Heroine

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The underground interrogation room was dimly lit by electric lights. Three menacing thugs, one on each side, led three women to the center of the room. The bald-headed head of the military police's interrogation division went over and removed the overcoats draped over the three women. They were completely naked underneath, blindfolded, their hands bound behind their backs, and their mouths taped shut. One of them had shackles on her bare feet, and a look of shame crossed her face. It turned out that they had all been stripped naked to prevent escape; the overcoats they were wearing were only temporarily put on to avoid suspicion when the interrogation location was moved. The bald man removed the blindfolds and tore off the tape from their mouths. The three women's fair, rosy bodies looked particularly alluring under the yellow light. Although they tightly clamped their long, slender legs together, their dark pubic hair was clearly visible, gleaming brightly. Their snow-white breasts swayed up and down with their bodies, the pink nipples standing out against the white flesh like two bright cherries on a bed of cream, arousing the imagination. The bald man, taking advantage of the situation, grabbed the breast of the quiet-looking girl on the far right, kneading and twisting it, pinching and playing with the nipple between two fingers, while rubbing the tip of the nipple with his thumb. A lewd smile played on his lips. The quiet-looking girl struggled, trying to shrink back, but there was nowhere to retreat, and she couldn't push him away. She could only let the bald man play with her breasts like balls, tears streaming down her face in shame. "Beast!" the girl in the middle shouted angrily. The bald man turned his head sharply. The girl in the middle had a cold, stern face, a dignified air that exuded a heroic spirit, and was tall, even taller than these Japanese devils, commonly known as "Wokou" (Japanese pirates). She possessed a strong and well-proportioned physique, her high breasts accentuated by the ropes, a smooth abdomen, rounded buttocks, two firm and long legs, and a pair of shackles on her bare, snow-white feet. Her skin was as white as jade, a typical image of a cold and beautiful goddess. "You're in a hurry, aren't you? I'll let you have your fun first!" The bald man grabbed her, ready to humiliate this woman who dared to challenge his authority. Several thugs watched and laughed heartily. They never expected that the woman they were facing was no ordinary woman; this cold and beautiful woman was none other than the renowned female knight-errant "Jade Dragon" Leng Yan. The apple of Leng Biao's eye, the leader of the Flying Swallow Sect, her martial arts skills were superb, especially her agility; she was as light as a swallow, leaping across rooftops as if walking on flat ground. Leng Yan was not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts but also possessed a chivalrous character, hating evil as if it were her enemy. Since her debut, she had killed many wealthy and unscrupulous landlords, tyrants, and bullies. The powerful and tyrannical gentry offered a high reward for her capture, but Leng Yan's skills were too formidable; she was elusive and feared, while the oppressed poor rejoiced, worshipping her like a living bodhisattva. In the martial arts world, Leng Yan was known as the female knight-errant "Yu Jiaolong." After the September 18 Incident, the Japanese invaded Northeast China, and many became traitors. Leng Yan's Flying Swallow Sect, in anger, formed the "Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Corps," vowing to resist the Japanese to the death. In a short time, more than a dozen Japanese officers of the rank of general were assassinated, attracting the attention of the Japanese Special Higher Police. A special team was organized to investigate. Like all gangs, the "Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Corps," which had once struck fear into the hearts of the Japanese invaders, was soon betrayed and collapsed. Leng Yan's father was brutally murdered by the enemy, but she narrowly escaped death and vowed revenge. She then attempted to assassinate Doiyuan, the head of the Mei Agency, several times, but failed due to Doiyuan's tight security and secluded lifestyle. However, during one assassination attempt, she unexpectedly saved Xiang Mei, a renowned female intelligence agent of the Anti-Japanese United Army. Under Xiang Mei's guidance, Leng Yan realized the limitations of her own abilities and, driven by national and personal vendettas, resolutely joined the Anti-Japanese United Army. Based on Leng Yan's strengths, the Anti-Japanese United Army established a special female intelligence team, the "Swallow Team." Leng Yan served as the captain, and Xiang Mei as the political commissar. They infiltrated behind enemy lines to develop their forces, primarily tasked with gathering enemy intelligence, assassinations, and sabotage, while also recruiting patriotic youths for underground work—similar to later underground guerrilla units. This greatly strengthened the Anti-Japanese United Army, inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese army. To eliminate the Swallow Team, a major threat, the Japanese army ordered its intelligence agencies to solve the case within a specified time. However, the Swallow Team, led by the Communist Party, was unlike any ordinary gang. It was tightly organized, elusive, and its members were cold, beautiful, highly skilled, and daring. Adding to this was the organization of Xiang Mei, known as the "White Peony." Although only twenty-eight years old, Xiang Mei had ten years of underground work experience, building the Swallow Team into a tight-knit underground intelligence network. Another person on the Japanese blacklist was Zhang Min, known as the "Female Zhuge Liang." Zhang Min was a top student at Peking University, and her parents were well-known industrialists in Northeast China. They were assassinated by Japanese agents for refusing to cooperate with the Japanese army. Zhang Min abandoned her studies to join the army, transforming from a frail college student into a strong soldier. Resourceful and quick-witted, she acted as the strategist of the Swallow Team, devising strategies and outwitting the Japanese army, leaving the intelligence agencies frustrated and ultimately futile. Several Special Higher Police chiefs were dismissed, but the Swallow Team continued to grow, becoming a thorn in the side of the Japanese army, who both hated and feared them, and wanted to eliminate them as soon as possible. This time, the Japanese Kwantung Army concentrated its superior forces to annihilate the Anti-Japanese United Army. The Anti-Japanese United Army was scattered, and General Yang Jingyu tragically died in battle. The Northeast Anti-Japanese forces suffered a great blow.Japanese intelligence agencies, however, gained an unexpected advantage. Wu Jie, the female minister in charge of intelligence gathering within the Anti-Japanese United Army, was captured. The Special Higher Police (THP) secretly escorted Wu Jie back to Harbin and subjected her to three days and three nights of intensive interrogation. Unable to withstand the torture, Wu Jie betrayed the organization and defected to the enemy. However, Wu Jie was unaware of the Swallow Team's situation. She always communicated directly or indirectly with Bai Mei and Leng Yan, issuing orders, and in special circumstances, she could contact Zhang Min. Only these three knew who the other members of the Swallow Team were or how they communicated. Therefore, the THP conspired to lure and capture them, ordering Wu Jie to contact Bai Mei and the other two for a meeting, preparing to wipe them out in one fell swoop. Thus, Leng Yan, Xiang Mei, and Zhang Min, three women feared by the enemy, were betrayed by their own people and fell into the clutches of the enemy. The THP chief, Doi Gen, was overjoyed and strictly ordered the THP to find a breakthrough with these three women and capture the entire Swallow Team. On the day of their arrest, Leng Yan and the other two were transferred to the Harbin Military Police Headquarters. During the transfer, to prevent a prison break or escape, the Japanese army, disregarding the late autumn weather and cold, cruelly stripped the three women naked and bound them. Fearing Leng Yan's martial arts skills, they specially fitted her with 20-kilogram shackles. To cover their tracks, each of them was draped in a Japanese military overcoat, and they were escorted to Harbin by heavy guards. The Special Higher Police attached great importance to this case, selecting a torture expert specializing in interrogating female prisoners, nicknamed "Bald Head," to oversee the interrogation. Bald Head was a brutal and lecherous man, originally a henchman in Japanese brothels who specialized in training prostitutes. He was very famous in the training industry, boasting that no woman was untamable, and even the strongest and most loyal woman would be trained into a promiscuous prostitute in his hands. Many brothel owners secretly hired him to train the fierce and difficult women they had abducted. Once, he encountered a fiercely independent woman who subjected him to humiliation, including being naked, gang-raped day and night, whipped, and given enemas. This strong-willed woman couldn't endure it any longer. She feigned submission, and as soon as she was untied, she jumped from the second floor, her blood splattering on the spot. The bald man was captured and sentenced to death. However, his fate was not sealed. His skill in training women caught the attention of the Japanese yakuza organization "Black Dragon Society," who secretly released him and sent him to China to join the Japanese military's intelligence agency. His specialty was interrogating female prisoners. He intensified his methods of training prostitutes and applied them to interrogation, quickly becoming a renowned torture expert in the Special Higher Police. In his summary of experience, he said, "Women are weak; you must suppress them severely, ruthlessly humiliate them, break their self-esteem, and then torture them. They will become like bitches, at your mercy." His greatest hobby was torturing women; the more fierce and unruly a woman was, the more willing he was to interrogate her, claiming he enjoyed the challenge. He had personally interrogated Wu Jie's case a few days ago. He had ordered a squad of soldiers to gang rape Wu Jie, putting aphrodisiacs in her food. Under the intense heat of the aphrodisiacs, Wu Jie was humiliated and gang-raped again. Afterwards, the bald man tortured her with cruel methods, whipping her breasts and pricking her nipples with needles. Wu Jie could not endure it and succumbed to his lewd power. This time, he was specifically assigned to interrogate her using torture. The bald man initially planned to use his power. He saw that the woman in the middle dared to glare at him, and he was secretly pleased. Once he subdued the leader, the other two would be easy to deal with. Moreover, the cold and beautiful woman in the middle was the kind of loyal and virtuous woman he liked to torture. He grabbed her, intending to let her taste the feeling of having her breasts and hands grabbed. Unfortunately, he was facing the heroine Yu Jiaolong. Seeing that she was about to be humiliated, the cold and beautiful woman did not have time to think. She lowered her body, broke free from the control of the thugs behind her, and used her bound hands to push off the ground, kicking out with both feet in a series of kicks, hitting the bald man in the groin. The bald man cried out in pain and fell more than a meter away, rolling on the ground clutching his groin. Leng Yan, having succeeded in her attack, had no time to consider the consequences. With a swift, sweeping kick, she knocked down the thug behind her. The other two thugs were stunned. Taking advantage of the moment, Leng Yan broke free, snapping the ropes she had secretly worn down in the car. The two thugs, realizing what had happened, charged at her, but they were no match for Leng Yan and were quickly subdued. At this moment, the guards outside were alerted and rushed in, guns drawn. Two guards lunged at Leng Yan, but she twisted her body and leaped more than ten feet into the air, grabbing the chains on the rack with both hands. Her legs swept out horizontally, the force of the twenty-pound shackles striking both guards squarely in the head, killing them instantly. The other guard, seeing the danger, raised his gun to shoot. Standing to the side, Xiang Mei rushed over. The guard's shot went astray, and Leng Yan flew up and knocked the guard unconscious with a palm strike. However, the gunshot alerted the guards outside. If Leng Yan rushed out, she might still have a chance to escape with her light-footed skills, but she wanted to take her two companions with her. Zhang Min was decisive in this critical moment: "Don't worry about us, we can't escape. The greater good is at stake." Leng Yan had no choice but to rush out alone. However, this delay allowed the military police in the courtyard to realize what was happening. As soon as Leng Yan rushed out of the basement, she was surrounded by more than a dozen military police. Leng Yan leaped. Her snow-white body, like a graceful white dragon, flew out of the crowd, but when she landed, she saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers guarding the high wall below with guns. There was no hope of escaping. Leng Yan simply stopped running. She knew how tragic her fate was. She stood quietly, like a proud goddess, looking contemptuously at the enemies who surrounded her again. She decided to fight to the death, killing as many as possible. Another enemy charged forward, but Leng Yan swayed aside, plunging his eyes into a double-dragon-penetrating-pearls attack. "Ah—" The Japanese soldier clutched his eyes and rolled on the ground, writhing in pain. The remaining Japanese soldiers were stunned. None dared to advance. "Damn it! Attack together!" At this moment, the bald man struggled out. The Japanese soldiers rushed forward, and Leng Yan unleashed her fists and feet, beating them to a pulp. However, even a strong tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. With her feet chained, Leng Yan gradually lost her strength. She used her lightness skill to leap out of the crowd, but unexpectedly, a fishing net came crashing down on her, pulling her to the ground. The Japanese soldiers swarmed her, pinning her down, and Leng Yan fell into their clutches once more. "Take her in," the bald man ordered viciously. A group of military police, still shaken, lifted the fishing net and carried her, net and all, into the interrogation room. Double guards were added to the door. Two burly thugs dragged Leng Yan out of the fishing net, tied her hands behind her back, and lifted her from the ground. The bald man had recovered by then, but still couldn't stand and had to sit on a chair behind the altar. "Tie her up first! With a cowhide rope." The bald man knew that ordinary hemp rope was ineffective against highly skilled martial artists; he had interrogated a female ninja and knew how to deal with ninjas. A cowhide rope was tough and couldn't be broken; it would shrink and dig into the flesh when wet, and even the strongest martial artist couldn't break it. Another thug stepped forward, took the cowhide rope, and tied it around Leng Yan's neck, making a knot on her back. He then slipped it under her armpits, tied it back around her breasts, bound her arms, tied it again around her breasts, tied a knot on her back, and used another rope to tie the two ropes binding her breasts together. He then slipped the rope over the knot binding her neck and pulled it down, twisting her hands upwards as much as possible. Finally, he used a short rope to tie the two ropes binding her chest together. This is a special binding method designed specifically for women, called the "Big Breast Style." Binding this way inevitably causes a woman's breasts to protrude outwards, which has two advantages: First, the breasts are one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. This binding makes a woman aware that her most shameful part is exposed, making her breasts even more sensitive. Whether played with or tortured, it will be more unbearable for her. Second, of course, this binding makes breasts appear fuller and more sensual, regardless of size, further stimulating the sadist's lust. Moreover, the ropes binding the hands are connected to the ropes binding the chest; whenever the hands are lowered, the breasts will be constricted upwards, as if intentionally, which is itself a form of humiliation. The bald man admired the scene while considering how to interrogate her using this method. This aloof woman is not to be trifled with; she's like a rose with thorns, and you might get stung. Her thorns must be removed first. At this moment, Leng Yan was already bound. Although she knew she couldn't escape, she was still enraged by this lewd binding method. "Shameless!" Leng Yan cursed angrily! She struggled desperately, but to no avail. The rope binding her chest remained unmoved; only her breasts trembled from the constriction. The bald man laughed heartily. This aloof woman was now completely in his hands, and he was going to enjoy this feast. "Come on! Make her kneel down first." Two burly thugs understood immediately. They stepped forward and tied hemp ropes to Leng Yan's feet, then forced her to kneel on the ground, crossing the ropes around her thighs, binding her left and right feet together. Her feet were now tied to her thighs. The two thugs pushed Leng Yan forward, causing her body to lean forward...Leng Yan's legs were raised along with her thighs, her body weight supported entirely by her knees. She grunted and frowned. The two thugs then tied up Leng Yan's hair and secured it with ropes hanging from the beam. Everything was ready, and the two thugs released their grip on Leng Yan. "Ah—" Hearing Leng Yan's curse and seeing her blushing cheeks and heaving breasts, the bald man burst into wild laughter: "Haha...you think you're so capable? I'll see for myself. Let me tell you the truth, in this house, everyone is tortured naked, and you're no exception. Besides," he lewdly smirked, staring at Leng Yan's naked body, "this isn't the first time you've been naked in front of men. Are you really that embarrassed to take off your clothes and let us admire you?" "The bald man had barely finished speaking when the thugs on either side let out a lewd chuckle. These lustful bastards had a particular pleasure in torturing female prisoners, and they couldn't contain themselves any longer at the sight of naked young women. "Yeah, being tortured naked, that's what's truly exhilarating!" one of the thugs shouted gleefully. "What do you think? It's not too late to say it now. If you wait until you can't take it anymore, the loss will be much greater!" "Having humiliated her enough, the bald man issued his final threat. Leng Yan remained silent. When her clothes were stripped off and her thighs were roughly torn open by the thugs, she realized that what she, as a woman, would have to endure in this house was far more than just ordinary torture. Now she faced only two choices: either confess immediately or stubbornly endure the unimaginable humiliation and torment. However, she could see that these beastly men wouldn't let her off easily; a severe torture was inevitable. Leng Yan silently closed her eyes, determined to fight to the end and never yield. All of this did not escape the bald man's eyes. He saw the helplessness in Leng Yan's expression as she faced the torture. At the same time, he realized that this was not a woman to be trifled with; she would not confess easily without severe torture." He glanced once more at the young woman, bound and kneeling on the ground in a V-shape, and felt a surge of pleasure. In this interrogation room, no matter how noble a woman was, she would be stripped of her disguise and revealed to her true self; no matter how strong a woman was, she would cry out, scream, and even beg for mercy out of unbearable agony. This was his pleasurable "paradise," where he needed no excuse to toy with women; as long as he could get a confession, any means were permitted. Of course, he wouldn't let the female prisoners confess easily. He knew how to control the pace of interrogation, making the female prisoners wish they were dead, allowing him to indulge in the pleasure of "interrogation." The bald man's gaze lingered greedily on the young woman's body. Looking at the naked, glistening flesh and the alluring parts of her body, he felt a surge of lust. The women he had tortured flashed before his eyes, and he could almost hear their satisfying screams and heart-wrenching cries echoing in his ears. Finally, his gaze settled on the young woman's full, white breasts and the area of her lower body, surrounded by dark pubic hair and slightly parted by her thighs. He knew what a woman cherished most and what she feared most; he decided to torture these two most sensitive and vulnerable parts of a woman. He believed that even the strongest woman would find it difficult to endure such bestial torture. "Your name." "This is an interrogator's technique. If you answer the first question, it's as if you've admitted to being the weaker party, and you'll unconsciously submit to the stronger one. But the bald man was disappointed; all he got in return was silence. The bald man tossed his head, and the two thugs standing behind Leng Yan turned around and stabbed her hard in the abdomen with their rubber batons. "Bastard, answer now!" A series of sharp pains radiated from her lower abdomen, knees, and hair. Leng Yan gritted her teeth, focusing her energy on her abdomen, and stubbornly remained silent. The two thugs, after poking her a dozen times, were stunned to find that Leng Yan didn't scream like most women. The bald man waved his hand, and the two thugs quickly retreated. The bald man was also surprised; in his memory, he had never seen anyone endure such pain so well. This binding position was a torture method used on the most important and difficult prisoners. Even a strong, muscular man would be drenched in sweat and in unbearable pain within five minutes. If the weakest point, the lower abdomen, were further attacked, a scream would surely follow. The bald man thought, "It seems this is an extremely strong-willed woman; she wouldn't even stoop to the urge to cry out to alleviate her pain. It seems I must first break her pride." "Since you won't make a sound, I'll help you! Get the bell." "Cough." A henchman picked up a box from the rack and placed it on the altar. The bald man opened it and deliberately turned it so Leng Yan could see it. This was a torture instrument that the bald man had brought from Japan, specifically for the torture of women. Inside were rows of wooden sticks, plastic sticks, iron bars, etc. of different sizes, some with barbs, some with hooks, and the ends of the sticks could be connected to electricity or water. There were also various kinds of pliers and clamps, gleaming coldly and chilling to the bone. Next to them, for reasons unknown, were three pairs of large, medium, and small bells. The bald man grinned as he put on an asbestos glove and picked up two yellow copper wires from beside the bell. Two thugs then brought over a burning charcoal brazier and placed it in front of Leng Yan. The bald man heated the copper wires in the embers. Leng Yan was already struggling to kneel, but she kept her eyes closed and remained silent. Suddenly, she felt an inexplicable pressure on her chest, and someone reached out and forcefully grabbed her breasts. Leng Yan opened her eyes and saw the bald man leeringly fondling her breasts. She felt his hands kneading and rubbing them. He gripped her nipples tightly with his fingers, then gently rubbed them with his palm, then pinched and rubbed them with his fingertips. Leng Yan was both ashamed and angry, and cursed, "Beast!" The bald man laughed loudly and continued to play with her nipples, while Leng Yan felt an indescribable sense of disgust. To make matters worse, her vulva was being touched as well; it turned out that two thugs had joined the fray. They used their fingertips to spread her labia majora, rubbing and rubbing her labia minora, sometimes lightly touching her delicate clitoris, sometimes inserting their fingers into her vagina and stirring them in and out. The three men relentlessly and wantonly teased the most sensitive parts of her body. The virgin Leng Yan was no match for these ruthless bastards who had raped countless women. She was caught in a crossfire, unable to attend to her surroundings, and a strange, tingling sensation spread throughout her body. In less than a quarter of an hour, her cheeks burned, her heart pounded, and she felt an indescribable emptiness in her lower body. Her breathing became increasingly rapid. Under the violent stimulation, her nipples engorged and hardened due to female instinct, and her clitoris became erect. Leng Yan resisted the onslaught of lust with incredible willpower. "Still not answering?" "..." "Fine, let me bring you a bell. Do you prefer a large one or a small one? Seeing how tough you are, the large one will suit you better." "Haha," the bald man picked up a pair of pliers and clamped them onto Leng Yan's nipple, pulling it out. Leng Yan cried out, "Ah!" A sharp pain shot through her body. At this point, Leng Yan's energy was diverted, and she was unable to use her internal energy to resist. Moreover, sensitive areas like her nipples and lower body were left unprotected. "Hmph, you can't even handle this? This is just a warm-up. It's not too late to answer now." Leng Yan closed her eyes again. The bald man took a red-hot copper wire and threaded it through the base of her nipple. A wisp of white smoke rose amidst her suppressed screams. The bald man released the pliers, bent the copper wire into a circle, took a large bell, hung it on, and screwed on the connector. He then threaded the same wire through the other nipple, hung the bell on it, and released it. The bell, along with the nipple, sank down. The nipples trembled and swayed under the tearing of the bell; this was a humiliation more unbearable than torture. Leng Yan's eyes were filled with tears of humiliation as she gritted her teeth and cursed, "Vulgar." The bald man, as if hearing praise, said, "You're willing to speak now. What's your name?" Silence. "Still won't speak? Hang it up." Two thugs pulled two iron chains down from the beam, each with a slipknot at the end. They looped the chains around Leng Yan's upturned big toes and pulled on either side, lifting her off the ground. With all three ropes pulling together, Leng Yan was slowly hoisted more than a meter high. She tried to suppress a scream, but the three ropes gripped her hair and her two big toes, especially her toes, which felt like they were being ripped off her body. In just a short while, Leng Yan was drenched in sweat. "How is it? Comfortable? Will you confess?"Leng Yan remained silent. "Ring the bell." Two thugs each picked up a thin willow whip and lashed it viciously at Leng Yan's large breasts. "Crack—" The first lash swept across her upper breast, leaving a long, thin welt. Leng Yan shuddered, as if she had just shivered, and a scream involuntarily escaped her lips. "Ah—." The second lash followed immediately, and Leng Yan's body convulsed. Her cry turned into a "woo—." Leng Yan tried to suppress the pain, but the agony exceeded her expectations. She still groaned, though much softer than the first, a pitiful whimper escaping through her teeth! The thugs stood on either side of Leng Yan, pausing every three lashes to allow her half a minute to catch her breath before demanding, "Will you confess?!" before resuming the lashes. Leng Yan was drenched in sweat, as if she had been washed. Her neck swelled thickly, and after more than twenty lashes, her body was covered with fine, terrifying welts. The torture chamber still echoed with the terrifying whistling of whips, the brutal jingling of bells, and Leng Yan's pitiful groans. Finally, the painful groans ceased, and Leng Yan fainted. "Splash—" A bowl of cold water was splashed on Leng Yan's face, and she slowly awoke, a wave of excruciating pain washing over her. She couldn't help but groan. Seeing Leng Yan's unbearable suffering, the bald man felt a sadistic pleasure. "Want to talk now?" Leng Yan closed her painful eyes again. The bald man couldn't help but admire this strong woman. "Well done, let's see how long you can hold out. Come on, give her another 'pleasure bell'." Two thugs came up and pulled two more iron chains down from the beam, each chain end with a small slipknot. They put the slipknots on Leng Yan's two thumbs tied behind her back, loosened the rope binding her hair, and now Leng Yan was suspended horizontally in the air. Leng Yan sensed someone behind her using their fingertips to pry open her labia majora, rubbing and kneading her labia minora while teasing and kneading her delicate clitoris. Sometimes, they would insert their fingers into her vagina and stir them in and out repeatedly. In just a short while, Leng Yan's sexual desire was aroused. She tried to suppress it, but under the intense stimulation, her primal desire grew stronger and stronger. Leng Yan felt a strange pleasure amidst the intense pain. Although she tried her best to eliminate this feeling, she unconsciously lost control. Her inner thighs twitched, her whole body trembled, her lower abdomen tightened, and a gush of vaginal fluid flowed uncontrollably from her vagina. The bald man proudly held up his fingers, covered in vaginal fluid, in front of Leng Yan, humiliating her, "I didn't expect you to be so lustful." "Shameless—" Leng Yan cursed angrily. The bald man grew even more smug. He placed a mirror in front of and behind Leng Yan, reflecting the light so that she could clearly see her embarrassing state. Her entire vulva was exposed to everyone without reservation. Her inner thighs were snow-white, her pubic hair thick and jet black, while her labia majora were incredibly tender. Her two deep red labia minora, engorged with blood, were hard and spread outwards, like a newly opened orchid, forming a trumpet shape. A pink clitoris peeked out from the tip, resembling a small glans, slightly swollen. The lower opening constantly oozed a trickle of vaginal fluid, contracting and expanding, revealing glimpses of the pale pink flesh inside. Even Leng Yan herself blushed at this humiliating sight. Seeing a blush rise on Leng Yan's pale face, the bald man secretly gloated. Leng Yan was unaware of his machinations; he had applied a potent aphrodisiac to her fingers. After intense sexual stimulation, not only would Leng Yan, who had never been with a man before and was as pure as a snow lotus, be unable to resist, but even seasoned prostitutes would succumb. The bald man's aim was to psychologically destroy strong women like Leng Yan. A woman who loses her self-respect is no longer strong; by restoring her feminine fragility and then subjecting her to torture, she would find it unbearable and break down. This was the bald man's superior skill. He continued to humiliate Leng Yan, rapidly kneading her already erect clitoris with his fingers. "Mmm—ah—uh—" Leng Yan could no longer hold back; she was once again forced to the peak of orgasm. Leng Yan's expression was somewhat dazed. On one hand, the inhuman torture was unbearable; on the other hand, she felt ashamed of the pleasure she was experiencing. Suddenly, the bald man stopped. This was the final moment before the climax. Leng Yan unconsciously let out a soft "Mmm." At this point, the pleasure in her body had surpassed the pain, and she secretly hoped that the hateful finger would continue. "If you tell me your name, I'll continue," the bald man said. He could see Leng Yan's lower abdomen twisting and her inner thighs twitching—signs of a female orgasm. "Well, can you tell me your name now?" the bald man asked as gently as possible. It was on this question that the enemy had found a breakthrough with Wu Jie. Leng Yan struggled internally. Compared to the cruel torture and inhuman humiliation, the pleasure she had just experienced was like stepping onto clouds; falling back into hell would be unbearable for anyone. Looking at the bald man's face, she savored the feeling, like receiving a long-awaited gift as a child, her heart filled with excitement and thrill. Thinking of her mother's beautiful, gentle face, suddenly, her face turned deathly pale, covered in bloodstains, her naked body bound and hung on the city gate tower, a naked corpse displayed for all to see. She cried out, calling for her mother to come back, but her mother never returned. She had been tortured to death by the Japanese, her pristine naked body covered with the scars left by cruel instruments of torture. Suddenly, her face hardened again. Whenever she felt the urge to act recklessly, she would remind herself: "The enemy is a fierce and brutal beast, and it is also cunning. We must be clever hunters, and victory will surely be ours!" Thinking of this, Leng Yan seemed to gain inexhaustible strength. She could not let the enemy succeed. Leng Yan's expression regained its calm and aloofness. Now, she had transformed back into the strong, courageous, and fearless heroine "Jade Dragon.""You think you can subdue me with such despicable means? Dream on! Show me what other tricks you have up your sleeve." The bald man never dreamed that Leng Yan would dare to challenge him under such circumstances. Under normal circumstances, a woman who suffers such cruel humiliation, even if she doesn't beg for mercy, will have her self-confidence severely damaged, feel ashamed, and begin to doubt her own strength. No one had ever shown such fighting spirit under such humiliation. "This is truly a difficult opponent," the bald man thought to himself. "If a woman's self-confidence isn't broken, the interrogation will be a very long process, and relying solely on torture to subdue her won't be very successful. I'll have to try again." "Looks like you haven't had enough fun yet. Well then, I'll let you have some fun and give you a happy bell down there." The bald man took out a notched copper ring from the box, used pliers to heat it in the stove, and Leng Yan watched the copper ring gradually heat up and turn red, her expression remaining unchanged. The bald man held up the heated copper ring in front of Leng Yan, a wave of heat hitting her face. Leng Yan instinctively flinched, and the bald man grinned maliciously. "I'll put this ring through your lower body and hang a large bell on it. You'll experience the feeling of extreme excitement, hahaha." "Shameless beast!" Leng Yan cursed angrily and helplessly closed her beautiful eyes. She felt a scorching current run down her face, past her nipples, through her lower abdomen, and straight towards her vulva. She couldn't help but tremble slightly, crying out in her heart, "Mother, give me strength." Suddenly, a tremendous pain shot through her lower body, piercing her heart, as if she had been cleaved in two by a fiery knife. Leng Yan couldn't help but scream "Ah—!" Her whole body desperately tried to contract, trying to escape the scorching ring. However, the pain only intensified. Leng Yan struggled in the air, causing the two bells on her chest to jingle. At this moment, the bald man was kneading Leng Yan's clitoris with one hand, while slowly threading a copper ring through her labia majora with the other. He tried to slow down the process, prolonging Leng Yan's pain and letting her experience this humiliating agony. After a while, he heated another copper ring and threaded it through Leng Yan's other labia. This time, Leng Yan desperately tried not to cry out, but she still trembled with pain, sweat dripping from her cheeks onto the ground. This time, the bald man was going to target the woman's most sensitive spot: the clitoris. The bald man switched to the thinnest copper ring, heated it until it was red-hot, and slowly threaded it through the lower part of the clitoris. This time, Leng Yan couldn't help but cry out, "Ah—uh—ah!" Leng Yan groaned loudly, the pain exceeding her expectations. "Is it comfortable?" "Mmm—" Leng Yan groaned softly, but the pain did not diminish her fighting spirit: "Is that all you've got? Come on, try again!" Leng Yan was not to be outdone. The bald man was enraged by Leng Yan's cold and beautiful contempt. "Serves you right for being so stubborn! Give me the biggest bell!" The thug pulled out a bell two or three times larger than the one hanging on Leng Yan's chest, about the size of a school bell. "So, are you going to talk or not?" "Don't you have an even bigger one?" Leng Yan was fearless, leaving the bald man speechless for a long time. "Fine, I'll let you taste it first! Hang it!" The thug hung the two iron hooks on the bell into the copper rings on her labia majora. "Ah—oh—" Leng Yan felt a powerful, violent tearing force ripping at her lower body, sharp pains coming one after another, accompanied by the piercing sound of the bell. Then, a willow whip lashed her body, and she struggled even more violently, pulling the ropes binding her hands and feet with a "bang, bang." "Now you know what it feels like, right?" "Again!" Leng Yan said with her last bit of strength, "Okay, shift gears." The thug put a hook that was on her labia onto her clitoris. Leng Yan immediately felt the pain multiply. She began to struggle again, but the struggle only intensified her pain. Leng Yan quickly realized this. She tried to stay still, and the pain lessened accordingly. However, every time she stopped slightly, the bald man's hateful face would come close and interrogate her. Then, the bald man would use the small iron hammer in his hand to hit Leng Yan's clitoris hard. "Ouch, ugh—" The unbearable pain made Leng Yan scream repeatedly. She struggled violently, but in the end, she had no strength left to speak. Sweat dripped onto the ground and formed a puddle. Leng Yan finally fainted. Leng Yan involuntarily cried out. Now, Leng Yan could only maintain her balance with her hair and two knees. This is a common tactic used by spies when interrogating female prisoners. Before torture, they always strip the victim naked, exposing her sensitive areas to humiliate her. Such humiliation is far more unbearable for a woman, especially a young girl, than the torture itself. The bald man, hands behind his back, walked to the young girl bound to the torture chair, his vicious gaze sweeping over her exposed body—this is called "visual interrogation." One can imagine the feelings of a young woman in her early twenties, stripped naked, bound hand and foot, forced to spread her legs, her most sensitive areas exposed to the gaze of the opposite sex! Although Leng Yan was a strong-willed and courageous woman, and had mentally prepared herself for torture, she never expected the spies to resort to such despicable methods, and found it unbearable. Her face flushed crimson, her breathing quickened, and she couldn't help but angrily curse, "Beasts! Use torture if you must! Don't be so shameless!" But she regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. She knew that saying anything here was useless; she seemed to understand everything from the lecherous gazes and impatient expressions of the thugs around her. So, Leng Yan fell silent, closed her eyes, and forcefully held back the tears that were about to flow. [The End]

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