Heroines from Abroad (1-3)

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Exotic Heroine

Author: caiqiao
Published: 2010/04/06 in: Qingyuan Bookstore

(Part 1)

The setting sun cast its last rays on the castle walls, making this beautiful medieval-looking castle appear like a
ferocious beast in Gu Yanling's eyes, deterring her from approaching. "Hurry up, you stinking cop, aren't you so tough? You dare to stop our
business ." Wang Qianjin pushed the bound policewoman around, shouting arrogantly.

Looking at the uniformed beauty who was about to become a prisoner, Wang Qianjin felt an indescribable pleasure. He
recalled many years ago, when the people of his hometown, Qu County in Qin, were known for their fierce and martial arts-obsessed nature. Due to his family's decline and difficult living conditions, Wang Qianjin
joined a gang of vagrants and started collecting protection money.

Naturally, they dared not cause trouble in the county town, so the middle school in Jin Town became the best target. In front of the noisy school gate, thugs
grabbed several male and female students, and the vendors hurriedly gave way to the hooligans: "This is our Qianjin Gang's territory. Pay up,
twenty each, or we'll beat you up every time we see you."

Wang Qianjin was harassing a scantily clad girl: "Wow, your skirt is so short, and you're wearing stockings and high heels
. Are you in love? Let me be your Prince Charming!"

He casually lifted the girl's short skirt and peered up her legs. The sheer stockings couldn't hide
the sparse pubic hair peeking out from her tight panties.

"Ah, you pervert!"

The girl's repeated cries made Bai Jieru, who had just entered the school, hesitate for a moment: "Is society so chaotic now?
There ?"

The martial arts family's tradition of education instilled a sense of justice in her heart. "Beep, beep, beep," she sent a text message and turned to leave the school.

"Looking at these lawless thugs, I can't stand it anymore: 'You can't do this! Please let
them go!'

'Ha, ha, ha, there's someone meddling in my territory! And she's a beauty at that. I
can let them go, but you have to keep me company for a bit.'

With red lips, a straight nose, and almond-shaped eyes, her cheeks were slightly flushed with anger. She wasn't particularly voluptuous, but clearly a
beauty envy.

'Hehe, I'll keep you company. Okay, you let these students into the school first, and I'll stay here with you.' Bai Jieru
had already texted her older brother, who was now a policeman. She thought that stopping these hooligans' evil deeds would be a relief.
Hearing her clear, mountain-spring-like voice, Wang Qianjin's heart fluttered, and he said insincerely, 'Okay, with you keeping me company,
I don't care about the money.' With that, he waved his hand, and the thugs let the students go."

Wang Qianjin reached for Bai Jieru's delicate, ethereal face, and a sharp "smack" left a red mark on his cheek.
"Little brat, you dare hit me? You won't know how many eyes the King of Horses has until I teach you a lesson!" His hands transformed into claws, reaching for
Bai Jieru's chest. She dodged, mocking, "Heh, you only know how to bully weak and kind rabbits, and you call yourself
'master'? Shameless!"

Wang Qianjin, confident in his skills, didn't take the girl seriously. "Dare to resist? If I, this great one , make
you kneel and beg for mercy!" As he spoke, his right claw slammed into Bai Jieru's left shoulder. In a flash,
Bai Jieru stepped forward with her left foot, her left hand slipping under Wang Qianjin's armpit, twisting her wrist, and grabbing his right hand, holding his four fingers firmly.

"Ouch, you...you..." Wang Qianjin cried out in pain.

"Watch your mouth," Bai Jieru said, increasing her pressure slightly.

Wang Qianjin sighed inwardly, never expecting to be subdued by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

Seeing their leader restrained, the thugs surrounded him. "Let the boss go, or you'll regret it!"

Bai Jieru, completely unafraid, kicked Wang Qianjin in the buttocks. "Heh, scary, that was nerve-wracking."

When her grip loosened, Wang Qianjin staggered, utterly humiliated.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Wang Qianjin, enraged, shouted, "It's getting tough! Everyone, attack together! Grab this little vixen
and we'll all have a good time!"

His leaping legs flashed and attacked, combined with his arm-blocking, and three thugs fell to the ground with a thud. Her immature body
swayed and moved nimbly, attacking and dodging. A dozen or so thugs followed one after another. Bai Jieru, whose strength was not yet fully developed, gradually became drenched in sweat and panting
. After more than ten minutes, Wang Qianjin and another strong thug grabbed her wrists. Fearing something might go wrong
, Wang Qianjin said, "I didn't realize she was so strong. Quick, find some rope and tie this little beauty up."

Before he could commit his evil deeds, Wang Qianjin pushed Bai Jieru away from the crowd, intending to find a secluded place to humiliate
the young beauty. "Stop! We've called the police! Let go of Bai Jieru, or none of you will leave here!"
The school principal arrived with teachers and a group of older boys.

The situation took a dramatic turn. Wang Qianjin, seeing the panicked thugs, still refused to give up: "Anyone who dares to come at me,
I 'll break their arms and legs, and I'll make sure their families never have a moment's peace afterward."

Bai Jieru, however, remained calm. She thought that if it were the car dealership boss and his gang, they should have arrived by now: "These
thugs aren't very capable. I took care of three of them by myself. If it weren't for the sheer number of people, they wouldn't have been able to subdue me."

Bai Jieru's righteous act resonated with many, and even the vendors who had previously been hiding gathered around. Seeing the situation was turning against him, Wang
Qianjin was about to say a few harsh words to make things better when the sound of brakes screeched as several uniformed policemen jumped out of the van.
They knelt down, hands behind their heads, their guns pointed at the thugs. Wang Qianjin stepped forward to explain, "It's a misunderstanding, it's
a misunderstanding..." Bai Jieru's older brother, seeing his beloved younger sister tied up, was enraged. He
holstered , grabbed Wang Qianjin's left arm, and choked him with his right hand. Wang Qianjin felt dizzy and was
handcuffed in a daze. A short while later, another Iveco van arrived. The school's alarm had also alerted the police, and the school
gate was quickly cleared.

Because the thugs had impersonated gang members, Wang Qianjin was detained for a month and
ordered to report to the local police station within three months. He later wanted revenge, but upon inquiring, he learned that the Bai family was a martial arts family. Bai's father had served in the army and was now
an instructor in the provincial armed police force. The eldest son of the Bai family worked in the local police station, making them a family of status and influence in the area
. Unable to fight city hall, he abandoned his revenge, only to face another crackdown soon after. In the planned economy era, crackdowns also had
quotas . During the file processing, the former hoodlum was transformed into a gang leader, but after investigation, few serious offenses were found. So Wang
Qianjin was sent to a labor camp for another year. Social norms couldn't tolerate him, and the once-glorious hoodlum became a ragged, leper. The holiday turned into
hatred .

In a fit of rage, Wang Qianjin left home and wandered the country, eventually becoming a laborer in Pakistan. Unable to bear the loneliness, he unintentionally...
He met Zhu Ziqiang, a minor leader in a Pakistani criminal organization. Through Zhu Ziqiang's introduction, Wang Qianjin became
a member. Driven by ambition and a past grudge, he worked tirelessly for the organization, engaging in drug trafficking,
arms , and even impersonating an overseas Chinese to kidnap and sell women. Years of effort earned him
the position of second-in-command.

The police uniform triggered memories of past humiliations, and the risky kidnapping of Gu Yanling
was carried out ; thankfully, nothing went wrong. Wang Qianjin secretly rejoiced, "I must teach this young policewoman a lesson to appease
her, as if she's paying off the debt for the Bai siblings."

Bound and gagged, accompanied by scolding and whipping, Gu Yanling couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. "As the daughter of the provincial deputy secretary
, I'm considered a privileged daughter in the country, always flattered and comforted. When have I ever received such treatment?
More than thirty hours have passed, and I'm in a foreign land. I hope my message before being captured will receive a response and rescue
from back home ."

Black Stone Castle consisted of two large buildings: a villa and a prison. The three-section prison was divided into 16 rooms by thick iron bars
. Upon entering, there was a restraint room with four male guards. Gu Yanling's police uniform was taken away, and she was changed into prison clothes and shackled
. The prison clothes included a pair of transparent stockings, a sleeveless, dark-patterned silver cheongsam that barely reached her thighs, and
a pair of small-sized 7-inch high heels with lock loops. The second section was a bathroom/toilet, guarded by two female guards. Only after tightening the shoelaces did Gu Yanling
realize the shoes were a bit too small. Having come from an official family, she had never suffered such torment. After a few steps, her eyes
welled with tears, and she could barely walk. The two guards, seemingly used to this situation, practically dragged her to cell number 6.
She stumbled and was pushed inside before the door slammed shut.

"Hiss," she hissed, the pain in her toes growing stronger. The 7-inch heels forced her instep and
calf into a straight line, causing the area around the toe to bear most of her weight, and the shoes were
a size too small. The clamping pain was unbearable; these were not just shoes, but a
veritable instrument of torture, forcing the wearer to endure constant pain in their toes.

The eight-square-meter cell contained only a bunk bed, surrounded by iron bars.

Gu Yanling thought, "Just a few more steps and I'll be on the bed. Sitting down will ease the pain." Lying on the bed, the pain subsided,
though it still felt like a large hand was squeezing her toes, though the force was much weaker.
Taking , the pain in her feet seemed to lessen.

Turning back to survey her imprisoned environment, she saw layers upon layers of iron bars, and in a daze, her body felt as if it were surrounded by countless
cages . A despairing voice seemed to echo in her mind, "Give up! You can't escape, give up
..." The unknown misfortune caused the exhausted Gu Yanling to faint on the bed. She was seen with furrowed brows and sorrowful cheeks,
her white arms resting on the pillow, her slender waist and ample bosom, her legs like jade and her feet like bows, appearing as a delicate and languid beauty.

The women sold were also divided into different classes, and beauties from the East were rare in Black Stone Castle. Wang Qianjin hesitated repeatedly, torn between bidding and auctioning off the women or taking them
into his household. This question lingered in his mind,
but one thing was certain: the women who arrived at Black Stone Fortress would be subjected to abuse to
gather maximize their value.

(II)

The summer monsoon arrived, and heat replaced warmth. Wang Qianjin, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, was
punching . The tall, strong, and robust Northwestern man looked quite imposing. The youthful madness
was gone; eight or nine years of hardship had given him a quiet and reserved demeanor, adding a mature and steady air to his appearance.
Sweat dripped from his bronze-colored body, staining the floor. He beckoned, and a beautiful woman from the Western Regions, dressed in sheer blue gauze and stockings,
brought him a towel.

Wiping his sweat with one hand and grasping her breasts with the other, Wang Qianjin teased, "Alisha, did the boss get tired of you and give you
to me?"

"What? This is ridiculous! How can you say something like that? I gave you my virginity
!" Alisa swayed her hips and breasts as she moved closer.

"In terms of looks, you're one of the best in Black Stone Castle. There's no reason the boss would give you to me."
The two pressed together as they spoke.

"You know the boss is over fifty. He has one wife and six concubines in the villa, each
one a beauty. Besides, in recent years, the boss has become obsessed with beautiful women's stockings and legs. Why would he care about
a ?"

"Hehe, that's true. Like father, like son. In the past two years, the most talked-about topic in Black Stone Castle has been how long a woman's legs are,
what her feet look like, and what kind of stockings and heels look good on her.

" "Mmm, ah, tsk..."

Gasps rose. Wang Qianjin touched her breasts and licked her red lips. Alisa held her jade pestle in her slender hand and began to stroke
it . After a few moments of teasing, the two were already burning with lust and moaning.

"Come on, give me a blowjob," Alisa responded, squatting down and pulling down Wang Qianjin's trousers. His erect penis stood proudly erect.

With a series of sucking sounds, Wang Qianjin swayed

back and forth, pulling on Alisa's seaweed-like brown hair. His penis swayed in and out of her mouth. To please Wang Qianjin, Alisa would occasionally increase
the friction between her tongue and teeth, while trying to take deep breaths to reduce the pain in her throat.

This lasted for more than ten minutes. "Ah, oh, Wang Qianjin is enjoying it."

"Cough, cough, cough," her red lips slurred, and a hint of pain appeared on her pale face.

"How can such a precious thing be wasted? Swallow it all," Wang Qianjin said with a lewd grin.

Alisa forced a smile: "As you wish, Master," she said, covering her red lips with her slender hand to mix with the saliva and swallow it back down. Afterwards
, she even used her fragrant tongue to clean the residue on her fingers.

Wang Qianjin wiped his glans with Alisa's hair: "Hmm, be obedient. From now on, you don't have to be a maid anymore, you can
be a concubine ." In a daze, Gu Yanling felt someone shouting in her ear. She slowly woke up to find a
middle-aged man with a white headscarf and a long robe mumbling something incomprehensible. Communication became a problem.
Remembering that the official language of Pakistan, Gu Yanling tried to speak in English, but to no avail. The middle-aged man pointed to the upper bunk
. She propped herself up and looked up, only to find that the prison food had arrived: a tray with four items—a cup of milk tea, a naan bread, vegetables (
beef and mutton), and a plate of fruit. Having not had a proper meal for dozens of hours, Gu Yanling was starving
. She picked up the naan bread and began to chew. There were no utensils, so she had to tear the meat with her hands…

She wiped the grease off her hands with the sheet from the upper bunk, then suddenly realized a problem: she needed to urinate. She hadn't been to the toilet all afternoon.
"It's the toilet! I can't just squat on the ground to relieve myself!" Gu Yanling clutched her stomach, trying to hold back the urge to urinate. She
hobbled , dragging her shackles, until she reached the fence. She waved and called out in English, and thankfully, someone understood her. The toilet was also
a fenced cage with no privacy. Just as she entered, a male guard started yelling in English. Soon, three guards from the restraints
room ran out, pointing at her and laughing and shouting.

As Gu Yanling sat on the toilet, her short cheongsam, barely reaching her thighs, rode up naturally.
The guard's gaze swept over her lush pubic area, filling her with shame and indignation. She hurriedly covered her genitals, her sharp cry of "You scoundrel!
You shameless !" But the guard's mocking gaze was no match for his lecherous glare. In her haste, she didn't even care that her stockings were wet.
She hastily tidied herself and ran to the inner room, stumbling and falling in her haste…

Like fading light, Gu Yanling's heart was gradually enveloped in darkness. She recalled her past: her life path
seemed predictable—graduating from university, passing the civil service exam, taking up a new post, being promoted, becoming an official,
achieving the status of a policewoman with the epaulets of a third-class police superintendent at the young age of twenty-four. She

had once been the center of attention, adored and cherished. Suddenly losing her freedom felt like falling from the clouds to the ground; a sense of
loss welled up within her, as if someone were gripping her heart, tightening and suffocating her. Before she could
calm , two thugs entered, one after the other.

"Little beauty, come with us, the second boss wants to see you." Her lineage had endowed the 1.66-meter-tall Gu
Yanling with a stunningly beautiful face, willow-leaf eyebrows, starry eyes, almond-shaped cheeks, a small mouth, and slightly bowed feet. Her 36C breasts
were slightly perky, and in high heels, she was over 1.8 meters tall. Her slender figure made her appear even more vulnerable and pitiful.

The two thugs, who only reached her earlobes, clumsily bound her with ropes, sometimes needing to tiptoe. Bound and
pulled like a child's toy, Gu Yanling's anger flared like gasoline. She twisted and
struggled , one hand breaking free of its restraints, and slapped them.

A sharp "smack" rang out. The guard in front, startled, covered his face. "Little brat, trying to rebel?" Before he finished speaking,
he pulled out a leather whip from his waist and lashed out at her. The other guard followed suit.

The whips rained down on her chest, back, buttocks, legs, and feet, the whips flashing as she pushed and shoved, leaving her delicate body crisscrossed
with wounds and her clothes torn. In the brutal storm, Yan Ling barely managed to steady herself, her teeth clenched, her eyes blazing with fury.
A searing pain shot through her nerve endings, reaching her brain, calming her anger: "I can't force it
. That will only invite more brutality. Only by living is there hope."

Having made up her mind, Gu Yan Ling stopped resisting and allowed the thugs to bind her.

Bound hand and foot, Gu Yan Ling was escorted from the torture chamber, 500 meters from the prison cell. Along the way, many people
joined the crowd of onlookers.

"That woman is really pretty, and so young."

"Her breasts are so high, she might still be a virgin."

Yan Ling ignored the thugs' insults, dragging her light shackles, trying to maintain her composure as she
moved slowly.

"Hurry up, don't dawdle." One of the thugs pushing her gave her a shove.

Two more East Asian faces appeared in the torture chamber. One was undoubtedly Wang Qianjin, and the other looked to be around
30 years old, whom Gu Yanling didn't recognize.

"Hang this chick up and interrogate her," the unfamiliar East Asian man said gleefully, as if he
had a grudge .

"What's the rush, Zhu Ziqiang? The boss hasn't given the order yet." Gu Yanling felt a chill run down her spine. These criminals were so
brutal , even using torture during interrogation. Were they trying to intimidate her, or to force her into submission? Regardless
, one must have some principles. As a police officer, she would never beg for mercy.

Silence was a form of resistance. "This little beauty is ungrateful. We need to teach her a lesson."
Zhu Ziqiang looked at Wang Qianjin, as if seeking his opinion.

Wang Qianjin nodded, and the two thugs busied themselves. The clanking of chains filled the air
as the ropes hooked behind Gu Yanling spun. Bound hand and foot, Gu Yanling's head hung low, her hair obscuring her face. She struggled to lift her head.
"You scoundrels! You'll all die a horrible death!" "Oh ho, this little girl's pretty stubborn. I wonder
how long you can hold out." Watching Gu Yanling's heels slowly lift off the ground, Wang Qianjin took a whip from the wall and
gestured .

The whip coiled around her delicate body like a venomous snake. "Snap!" The whip tip struck her thigh precisely, a burning
pain piercing her brain. Gu Yanling involuntarily shivered.

"Feels good, you stinking cop? Want to suffer less? Answer my questions!" Wang Qianjin grabbed Gu Yanling's
hair, his expression menacing. "Pah!" A policewoman's dignity was not to be violated. Gu Yanling, maintaining her resolve, spat at him. Wang
Qianjin flew into a rage: "You still dare to be so arrogant here? You won't learn your lesson until you're crying for your parents!" With that ,
the whip lashed out at Gu Yanling with lightning speed.

The whip whistled left and right, Gu Yanling's legs stretched straight as she spun around. At first, she could grit her teeth and endure it
, but as the frequency of the whipping increased, her chest, back, thighs, calves, and even her cheeks were lashed.
Burning pain spread throughout her body, and Gu Yanling couldn't help but groan, "Ooh, ah, ouch." The beautiful woman
's mournful cries sounded like heavenly music to the villains. Wang Qianjin and Zhu Ziqiang were as excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and the whipping became heavier:
Gu Yanling's almond-shaped eyes, hidden by her beautiful hair, were already misty with tears. After dozens of lashes, her groans turned into screams, her clear
voice began to tremble, and gradually even the clatter of the shackles fell silent.

Wang Qianjin grabbed Gu Yanling's hair: "Little beauty, feeling good now? Now, should you answer my questions honestly
?"

...

At a provincial standing committee meeting: After pressing the phone three times in a row, Deputy Secretary Gu finally asked for leave, went outside, and took out her phone to
listen . Her slightly upturned lips gradually drooped. "Kidnapping? What happened? Tell me in detail..."

"Seeing him sit back down with a livid face, words of concern and comfort came from all sides.
After learning that his daughter had been kidnapped, everyone expressed their support for the rescue. Challenging authority was intolerable to those in power, and administrative resources began to be concentrated with high
efficiency . They quickly found out that the kidnappers had smuggled themselves out of the country from the Karakoram Mountains, and the target was confirmed to be in Pakistan.

In the special police team's bathroom, Bai Jieru had just taken a bath. The misty water enveloped the beautiful woman as she emerged from the bath. Her hair was piled up like clouds in a bun,
her willow eyebrows were like smoke flying into her temples, her eyes were like autumn water, and her eyebrows and eyes exuded a heroic spirit. Her straight nose and cherry lips were charming, yet she also had
a touch of allure.

A clear voice came from outside the bathroom, "Sister Bai, have you taken a bath? The headquarters notified us to go to a meeting." "I know."
"Okay, Yu Mei, wait a moment, I'll be right there." The towel rubbed across her swan-like neck and reached her 36E breasts.
The moist areolas protected her cherries, radiating a pinkish glow in the light. Her full hips and legs,
thirteen centimeters longer than her body, perfectly showcased Bai Jie Ru's ballet talent. Unfortunately, her ambition wasn't on the stage. She only
practiced for two years in middle school because she couldn't resist her arts teacher, and then she gave it all up. Her teacher had
sighed .

The door creaked open, and a tall, well-proportioned figure entered the bathroom: "Sister Bai, are you done washing? Should I
help you? Hehe, hehe, hehe." Bai Jie Ru saw her best friend Song Yu Mei's aggressive pose and quickly jumped
away: "Look at you, you're so naughty! You haven't changed your ways after all these years." "Who told you to always
be one step ahead of me? I can't resist taking advantage of you while you're naked, hehe, hehe, hehe," Song Yumei
giggled as she tickled and groped her breasts.

"Hehe, hahaha, Yumei, stop fooling around, we still have a meeting to attend." Bai Jieru dodged left and right.

After a playful exchange, the two walked out side by side, attracting attention and enthusiastic greetings from passersby, "Hello, Team Leader Bai! Hello, Deputy Team Leader Song!"
Song Yumei looked delighted: "I didn't expect so many people to know us after only two years
. Sister Bai, how many names can you name?" Bai Jieru's voice was melodious: "Hehe, two or three, I guess. After all, we're not from the same company, so we don't usually interact much
."

They chatted idly until they arrived at headquarters. During the meeting, the rescue mission was confirmed, and everyone offered suggestions.
Bai Jieru, with her keen insight and calm mind, established herself as the team leader. After studying the rescue plan and related materials,
many factors remained uncertain. Facing the unknown journey, the sisters didn't hesitate. They immediately packed their bags and joined
their comrades, flying to Pakistan as a tour group.

The capital, Islamabad, was immediately struck by the friendliness of the Pakistanis. Smiles were everywhere;
someone asked Jie Ru for a photo, someone gave Song Yu Mei an orange, and someone offered them tea. The overwhelming
warmth made them feel that the friendly relations between the two countries had taken deep root. Clear laughter echoed everywhere.

"It seems like a good omen. If we can use the Pakistani officials' abilities to rescue the hostages, the 12 of us can consider it a
publicly funded trip abroad. This is a rare opportunity!" Bai Jie Ru said, her mood light.

"Yes, Islamabad is the youngest city in the world, known as the Garden City. We must take
a good look around!" Song Yu Mei immediately chimed in. Both sisters had cheerful personalities.

At this moment, a shady figure was loitering near the airport. This was "Mahara"—a member of Black Stone Fortress, the organization
's liaison in Islamabad, responsible for providing female slaves to Islamabad tycoons in need. As noon approached, the streets
thinned out, with only a few people moving about. Suddenly, a melodious laugh caught Mahara's attention. Among a group of Asians,
two youthful figures stood out with remarkable grace. One had well
-defined features, a straight nose, and strikingly different single-eyelid eyes . Standing at around 1.78 meters tall, she was graceful and well-dressed. The other wore a white t-shirt, a light green knee-length skirt,
sheer stockings, and green sandals. Over 1.75 meters tall, she was simply dressed, with bright eyes, white teeth, hair in a ponytail, and a slender
figure emerging from clear water, her beauty was unforgettable at first glance.

Mahara stared in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Exceptional! Absolutely exceptional. If I could get her into the Istanbul market
(Istanbul, Turkey's major international commercial city, is now a central hub for international criminal groups trafficking or smuggling
people . According to recent data published on the Turkish Ministry of Foreign Affairs website,
human trafficking is rampant in Istanbul, with the human market manipulated by highly organized criminal groups whose
operating funds generally exceed billions of dollars. These criminal groups mainly operate from budget hotels, travel agencies, or nearby locations in downtown
Istanbul ,
conducting human trafficking transactions worth tens of millions of dollars every night. These criminal gangs mainly come from Pakistan, Iran,
Russia , and Turkey, and are fiercely competitive among themselves), it would be worth at least a million dollars."

In Pakistan, human trafficking is usually closely linked to organized crime and has developed into a
highly profitable industry. Beautiful women become luxury commodities waiting to be sold within these criminal groups, and beautiful women
traveling are seen as high-quality goods. Mahara quickly reported the situation to Black Stone Fortress.
The instructions were to track their whereabouts, contact their informants in the foreign affairs department to gather information, and, if possible,
kidnap the woman.

They arrived at the embassy amidst laughter and chatter, where a military attaché greeted Bai Jieru and her group. However, they were told that
the ambassador was busy and that the investigation into the hostages would take two or three days, and they should look around Islamabad for
three days before returning. Mahara, realizing the situation was more complex than it seemed after entering the embassy, went back to
wait for news from the foreign affairs department.

(III)

The next day, Mahara obtained the information, including a route map. The group had entered as a tourist group,
and their destination was the Afghan capital. Normally, the land route from Islamabad to Kabul
would , but they had taken a detour of over 100 kilometers, potentially passing through Black Stone Fortress. Mahara sensed
something unusual and immediately reported it to the old steward in charge of the goods, Batel…

On the third day, Bai Jieru and her group received information that Black Stone Fortress was located in the federally administered tribal region, within Pashtun
territory. Islamic fundamentalism is rampant there, and without concrete evidence, the authorities cannot intervene
; besides, it's not a major issue at the national level. Bai Jieru, a native of Qin, possesses an unyielding character.
Seeing her somewhat dejected colleague, she recited the poem from the Book of Songs, word by word: "

Qin Feng, No Clothes.

How can it be said we have no clothes? We share our robes with you.

The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and shields, and fight together against the common enemy.

How can it be said we have no clothes? We share our undergarments with you.

The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and halberds, and cooperate with you!

How can it be said we have no clothes? We share our garments with you.

The king is raising an army; let us prepare our armor and weapons, and march together with you!"

The clear voice echoed in their ears, their blood boiling. Soldiers take obedience to orders as their sacred duty, and the group
packed their belongings without hesitation, ready to depart.

Their destination was Black Stone Fortress, and the chartered minibus bumped along the rugged, rudimentary road. Intermittent bursts of silvery
laughter drifted from the windows; inside, ten burly men over 1.8 meters tall and two beautiful women were laughing and joking.

The weather was hot, so everyone was dressed lightly, with most men wearing t-shirts and straight-leg pants. The focus was naturally on the beautiful women. Song Yumei wore
a pink knee-length dress that hugged her shapely figure, thin flesh-colored stockings clung tightly to her long, beautiful legs,
and a pair of black strappy high-heeled sandals made her slender, shapely feet even more alluring. Sitting next to her was
Bai Jieru , wearing a white office lady dress, sheer stockings covering her stunningly long, beautiful legs, and mid-heeled
, platform shoes.

"Wang Dahai, you're eyeing my beautiful feet again? I'll let you look to your heart's content!" With that, she stood up and
kicked the man on the left. Song Yumei, being from the north, had a straightforward and spicy personality.

Wang Dahai raised his elbow to block the kick: "Who told you, Lieutenant Song, to wear sandals? Everyone calls
you 'Beautiful-Footed Lieutenant' in private. Why not take a look?

" A burst of laughter erupted.

"Who said that? Sister Bai's feet are even prettier. It's a pity you greenhorns aren't lucky enough to see them." "Yeah,
Captain usually keeps her feet completely covered. We only know she's good with her legs, but we rarely get to see them
." "Want to see? You all want to see?" Bai Jieru smiled and stood up confidently.

The burly men stood up and shouted in unison, "Want to see! Want to see!" Bai Jieru slowly lifted one foot off her shoe
, and ten pairs of eyes focused on it simultaneously. Even Liu Yang, who was driving, kept turning his head. Under the thin, transparent stockings, her toenails were crystal clear
, and her five toes were long and neatly arranged, gradually flowing down her feet. Her arch was high, her instep narrow, and her feet slid gently down her instep from
the end to her five toes, curving gently into a rounded ankle. Her ankle was slender
and thin, and her heel was round and small, like a duck egg. The foot was perfectly proportioned, full and lustrous without being
swollen, smooth and delicate without losing its luster.

"Tsk tsk tsk, such beautiful feet, like carved jade."

"Beautiful feet, like a poem, like a painting." The burly men chattered excitedly.

Liu Yang, who was driving and hadn't seen clearly, joked, "Now we all have another captain, the beautiful-footed captain." "The former Iron-
Footed Captain has now become the beautiful-footed captain."

Bai Jieru said coquettishly, slightly annoyed, "Don't talk nonsense. I've looked for a while, that's enough, isn't it?" She then tried to
pull her foot away.

"Can I touch it?" Wang Dahai

asked slyly. Bai Jieru blushed and gritted her teeth, "I can only touch it through the stockings, one at a time." Soft, delicate, and
boneless, the skin was thin and transparent, fair and smooth, the soles rosy, firm and elastic.

Amidst a sigh, Song Yumei joined in the fun, holding Bai Jieru's foot and touching it thoroughly, jokingly saying,
"Sister Bai, you truly deserve the title of the most beautiful foot in the army."

Bai Jieru said casually, "It's a pity they're not as petite as Yu Mei's; my shoe size is 39."

Song Yu Mei retorted, "My shoe size is also 38, hehe, I can wear your shoes too, and I won't even take them off.

" Liu Yang, driving and not having a chance to try them out, was getting impatient: "Who can take over? Let me experience them too!"

Bai Jieru then put her feet back in her shoes: "I won't leave you out if there's a chance in the future."

The journey was pleasant. After eight hours of fast travel, the minibus arrived at a small town near Black Stone Fortress,
by which was almost dark.

The official language of Pakistan is English, but the locals generally speak Pashto. English has no
place here, but fortunately, with the help of the town government staff, they settled into a simple inn. The five rooms were
evenly divided among the two beauties, while two soldiers stayed behind in the minibus, which carried guns, ammunition, and supplies.

"Sister Bai, there are two lotus ponds in the shower room; we can bathe together again.

" "Little girl, are you in heat? What are you yelling about? What will your comrades think if they find out?"

"We're best buddies, everyone knows that. Ignore those soldiers, let's go, sis.

" "You're always so carefree, when are you going to find a husband?" "

Sis, you're always teasing me. You're a few months older than me, don't you have anyone you like?"

"Let's go, let's take a shower."

In the shower room, exposed skin and swaying figures, the two sisters scrubbed each other.

"Mei-mei, your breasts are getting bigger and bigger than when you were in school."

"Bai-jie, yours are even a size bigger than mine, probably 36E. Sis, give me a hug, let me feel your
surging waves ."

"Yu-mei, you're getting naughty. Hurry up and shower, our comrades outside are waiting to shower."

"No, I want a hug." "Alright, if you

want a hug, hurry up. If you're dawdling, people will think we're doing something else."

The soap-laden skin made their bodies even more slippery, and the warm, moist sensation lasted for two minutes, causing both women to tremble
slightly face flushed, and in her dazed state, she said, "Jieru, I like you!"

Her left hand hooked around Bai Jieru's jade-like neck, her fragrant lips poised to meet hers. The two were schoolmates, close friends, and comrades-in-arms, their intimacy long established.
Bai Jieru was slightly taken aback and gently pushed her away. "

Yumei, this isn't good!"

"Are you scared? If I were a man, I wouldn't marry anyone but you, oh..."

Song Yumei's tongue pressed against her fragrant lips, and Bai Jieru could only moan. As the fragrance lingered in her mouth, Song Yumei's right hand had already moved towards Bai Jieru's vulva
.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," Bai Jieru's cheeks flushed, and her long legs, almost reaching Song Yumei's waist, stood on tiptoe and swayed. Her hands rested
on Song Yumei's shoulders in slight resistance, but she couldn't resist the burning passion. The stimulation on her clitoris made her delicate body tremble slightly, and she struggled almost
to the point of exhaustion.

"Yu Mei, this won't do!"

"Waaah..." Song Yu Mei remained defiant, but gradually, she relented and embraced him. After a passionate embrace, the two women gazed at each other with
tender eyes...

Inside the room, the sisters chatted privately. "Sister, what foot cream do you use? How's it?
" "Chan Zhen foot cream, it's alright. After years of consistent use, the calluses from practicing martial arts have almost disappeared. What about you, Mei?" "Hehe
, Sephora Extra Moisturizing Foot Cream, a very good brand." After saying that, she lifted her feet and swung them around...

"Go to sleep early, we have a mission tomorrow." That night: News of Bai Jie Ru's arrival reached Black Stone Fortress, 10 kilometers
away The old steward, Batel, was drinking and enjoying the songs and dances of his wives and concubines with Zhu Ziqiang.
Inside the room, layers of curtains hung, and a carpet was spread on the floor. Several beautiful women wearing sheer veils, stockings, and twirling skirts with jingling bracelets
were dancing gracefully. Batel received the visitors. The detailed description seemed to confirm
the value of the two beautiful Eastern women; the only troublesome issue was the ten burly men accompanying them. Batel, who had long managed the fort's affairs and the people and goods, didn't have
much time for such matters. After a few words with Zhu Ziqiang, known for his flattery, he finalized the kidnapping plan.

The encounter took place in the wilderness two kilometers from Black Stone Fortress. Bai Jieru and Song Yumei went to scout with only two comrades
, while Batel and Zhu Ziqiang, along with more than ten bandits armed with clubs, ropes, and shackles, ambushed the four men from both sides, along with
several . Both sides had simple objectives and carried no weapons, so a fight ensued.

The rescue team members, experienced in dealing with clubs, moved nimbly and skillfully, their fists and feet flying in a fierce and impressive display
. Surprisingly, after just over ten minutes, the larger side was fleeing in disarray, screaming in pain
, with only the old steward and Zhu Ziqiang escaping unscathed. Unaware of their opponents' background, the four men didn't
use excessive force, only trying to incapacitate their opponents.

Back at their respective bases, both sides became alert. The rescue team members in the town reported their reconnaissance results and the unexpected incident
. A small team of 12 men against a military building guarded by over a hundred men was clearly unfeasible, especially given
the attack by unknown assailants. The consensus was to seek support from home.

Bai Jieru returned to her car and contacted China via satellite phone. The call connected quickly, and she was instructed to await
further orders.

In W City, the rescue situation was rapidly transferred to higher levels. The office was spacious but only had three people. Deputy Secretary Gu, the
head of the provincial armed police and the province's top leader,

spoke in a deep voice: "The funds have been allocated, the personnel have been sent out, are they just going to be sent on a trip abroad?"
A lazy voice replied: "This matter cannot be discussed openly; we cannot escalate the situation further. Since things have come to this, let the dispatched personnel
do their best." A cheerful voice added: "It's just a pity about Bai Gengsheng's daughter; she's a promising talent." A deep
voice said: "As Party members and special police, we must be prepared to dedicate ourselves to the revolution." A lazy voice said: "Alright, we're all
old comrades, don't be sentimental. Tell the rescue team to uphold the Party's tradition, rely on their own efforts, and spare no effort to complete the mission
." Inside the minibus, Bai Jieru received the instructions and discussed the matter with Song Yumei. "We're in a foreign land, without reinforcements, and surrounded by
a powerful enemy . With just 12 of us, this is clearly an impossible mission.

" "Keep your voice down, who knows how long our comrades will complain if they find out."

"What can we do? They'll find out sooner or later."

"Gu Yanling is a sister and friend; we can't just stand by and do nothing. I'm skilled in martial arts; I'll infiltrate Black Stone Castle tonight and try to
rescue them."

"Sister Bai, that's too risky. If you're captured alone, morale will collapse."

"Yu Mei, please trust me, I won't force you. If you're really worried, go with the team and lie in wait near Black Stone
Castle for backup." "Then, Sister Bai, please be careful. I'll go arrange tonight's operation.

" "Yu Mei, don't tell the comrades about the instructions from home yet, so as not to affect morale."

"Understood." Batel and Zhu Ziqiang looked dejected, followed by a group of bruised and groaning
bandits . Within Blackstone Fortress's territory, capturing beautiful women and seizing them as goods was commonplace. However, it was extremely rare for a meticulously
planned operation with ample manpower to result in the prey turning the tables.

Soon, Batel, Zhu Ziqiang, Kurus, and Wang Qianjin gathered in the office. Listening to Zhu Ziqiang's embellished
account, the situation gradually became clear. After a moment's thought, Wang Qianjin concluded that this was a
special police , and the target was Blackstone Fortress. Regardless of their mission, they posed an extremely dangerous
threat to everyone.

Hearing Zhu Ziqiang describe the tall, slender, and agile beauty, a name immediately came to Wang Qianjin's mind.

"We'll confirm it after interrogating Gu Yanling." Kurus chuckled when he heard about Bai Jieru's martial arts
: "Agile legs—agile enough to surpass my iron legs and steel knees in Muay Thai. Agile legs—torturing her in the torture chamber
would be a great pleasure. But at 1.78 meters tall, even with high heels, she's a good match for me."
Kurus 's tone suggested that Bai Jieru had already been captured.

After a brief commotion, the conclusions were reached: First, report the incident to the boss who was away. Second, strengthen
security within the fortress and secretly imprison the hostage. Third, capture the beautiful woman, torture her, and investigate the background of the incident.

At two in the morning, Black Stone Fortress, the sparse lights appeared particularly dim in the pitch-black night. It was
the perfect time to infiltrate. Bai Jieru, dressed in combat gear, began to exert force 10 meters away from the city wall. Her left foot stepped onto the wall,
"thump, thump, thump..." After seven steps, she performed a somersault and landed steadily on the wall...

Bai Jieru quickly approached the cell in the shadows. The cell door was unlocked, and the surrounding area was empty, without even a guard.

Although it might be a trap, the current situation did not allow her to back down. Since she was already inside, even if it was
a dragon's den or a tiger's lair, she had to brave it. Jieru, skilled and daring, resolutely pushed open the door and entered. As soon as she entered, she heard hurried footsteps outside
. A dozen or so thugs stood before her, each wielding an iron bar, stun gun, chain, and a net with weights. They seemed
intent on capturing her alive.

Three thugs brandishing clubs lunged forward. Jie Ru's left foot sprang up like a serpent, her toe pointing straight at the throat
of the middle thug. The thug's eyes flashed with malice as he swung his thick wooden club at
her shin. The shin remained still as he hooked and flicked his toe, and the middle thug screamed, clutching his jaw and
collapsing backward, clearly incapacitated. Her left foot landed, and her right foot swept across, striking the thug on the right in the side of his neck and head. Using the momentum, she struck the thug on the left
in the cheek. The force of the blows rendered all three thugs incapacitated in seconds. In the ensuing struggle,
[the entire text] ignored the fallen thugs and pushed forward to confirm if Gu Yanling was in the cage. Scanning the
layers of iron bars, she saw no woman in sight. Only a few thugs remained standing inside the door, their menacing figures some distance away
.

Then, the sound of hurried footsteps grew louder, and fifty or sixty thugs surged in. The cell was large, a single room thirty
-six meters long and twenty-four meters wide, offering ample room to maneuver. Looking at Bai Jieru's lonely figure, Wang Qianjin waved his hand, and the thugs
quickly switched off their guns. He stepped out from the group: "Hmph, we meet again,
Bai Jieru, beautiful lady. Will you surrender or resist to the bitter end?" His cold voice was laced with gnashing hatred.

Bai Jieru stood there blankly; this thirty-something-year-old man with a menacing face was not in her memory: "You
are also a Chinese citizen, how can you stand as a bandit in a foreign land and participate in the kidnapping of Officer Gu Yanling!"

"Hahaha, you really have a bad memory. Do you still remember what happened at Jinzhen Middle School?
What ? It was nothing serious, but I was detained and sent to a labor camp. It made it impossible for me to make a living in my hometown.
I am now all thanks to you Bai siblings. In that case, I should thank you properly," Wang Qianjin
recalled word by word.

Images blurred in Bai Jieru's mind, memories gradually resurfacing: "Wang Qianjin
, why did you do this? Since you've already made a mistake once, don't compound it. Release Officer Gu and return to the motherland; you'll still
be a citizen." "I can let Gu Yanling go, but you have to stay." Seeing the prospect of revenge, Wang
Qianjin felt a surge of exhilaration; how exciting it was to torment a beautiful woman and avenge an old grudge!

Outnumbered and in a desperate situation, Bai Jieru cleverly negotiated: "Let me see Officer Gu Yanling first
."

"Change into these, and I'll let you see Gu Yanling." Wang Qianjin beckoned, and two thugs brought out
: a finely crafted pink cheongsam, a pair of flesh-colored Lycra 3D pantyhose, and 7-inch rhinestone high heels with
two padlocks, one on the toe-wide crisscross strap, and another on the two-toe-wide ankle strap. There was also
a pair of heavy stainless steel shackles, the chain in the middle as thick as a finger.

The situation was extremely critical; various thoughts swirled in her mind. Bai Jieru finally made her decision: "I can change my clothes, socks
, and shoes, but I can only put the shackles on you after I see Gu Yanling. Otherwise, I'd rather die than comply." "Heh, you doubt my
sincerity , huh? Fine, you can see me once you've changed." "Take your dirty hands off me, I'll do it myself." "Heh,
it seems Bai Jieru has quite a temper." "Stay away from me."

Her combat uniform, sneakers, and white cotton socks were scattered around her stunningly long, shapely legs.
Supposedly undressed
uponly in , tiptoeing to slip it on.
He then pulled the toe up, aligning the seam with his toes, before pulling it back. Except for the ankle and heel, the front of his foot was completely covered
. He turned his foot, tracing a beautiful arc. His right foot was now
completely encased in , the five buds barely visible beneath the sheer fabric, seemingly yearning for attention at the starting line (
the seam of the stocking's front), both blurring and toying with the viewer's gaze.

A hush fell over the cell: the thugs stared, dumbfounded , their eyes fixed
on the beautiful woman. When those exquisitely sculpted feet were forcibly fitted into size 38 shoes, the thugs
gasped in awe .

Bai Jieru, enduring the pain of her legs being constricted, insisted on seeing Gu Yanling. Wang Qianjin, with a smirk, scrutinized
the beautiful woman, who was taller than him. Her jade-like feet were high on her toes, forming a straight line with her calves. Her long, slender legs, gleaming with silk,
were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden in her high-waisted, slit cheongsam. The pink cheongsam further accentuated her fair skin, and coupled with her resilient and strong temperament, she presented an almost perfect image of an oriental
woman . The only regret was that her hair wasn't styled in an updo, and Wang Qianjin kept pestering her, demanding that it be changed from a ponytail to a bun. Her pistol
and dagger were confiscated, and her superb footwork was hindered, so Bai Jieru could only endure it. Finally, Wang Qianjin was satisfied
and bent down to order one of his men to leave the cell.

A moment later, a beautiful figure in a policewoman's uniform skirt with light shackles on her feet
appeared . Her hair covered her face, and she walked unsteadily, as if she had been tortured. Judging from her figure and clothing, it should be Gu Yanling.

"Bai Meiren, it's time to stick out your beautiful feet and put on the shackles." "Let me say a few words to Officer Gu."
"No, you've already seen them." "Then I won't put them on." "Looks like you're itching for a beating, wanting to experience the tortures of Black
Stone Fortress . Brothers, whoever catches this beauty first can participate in torturing her and enjoy
the services of a female slave." Bai Jieru was willing to openly change clothes for the bandits to save Gu Yanling. Now, as long as
Wang Qianjin is subdued, she can use him as a hostage to escape. The cheongsam has high waists and slits on both sides, which doesn't hinder fighting.
The high heels two sizes too small, and her toes are aching and numb. The excessively high heels have made her ankles lose momentum, so it seems she can only
use her knees and calves. Knee strikes, leg whips, hand blocks, and her steps are stiff. She's sweating slightly, and she's only managed to take down a few people. She's still more than 10 meters

away from Wang Qianjin's position . She needs to find a way to remove the heels. 　　The attack is endless. Because she's afraid of slipping and falling, she hasn't had a chance to knock off the heels. Wang Qianjin stood with his arms crossed , watching like a spectator, his gaze fixed solely on Bai Jieru, ignoring the falling bandits. During a brief respite bent his right knee and kicked out. The bandit dodged, and Jieru seized the opportunity to deliver a high kick, her long, stunningly beautiful legs in stockings flashing down like lightning. 　　"Crack! Ah!" The sound of the heel breaking and the woman's scream rang out simultaneously. It turned out that several located in the arch of her foot. These shoes were originally designed for the captain's beautiful feet, so they weren't that simple. Under the immense force, the needles were almost entirely embedded in Jieru's arch. The excruciating pain shot shuddered, her right foot hesitant to touch the ground. The drug's effects were suppressed by the pain, preventing it from taking effect, but Bai Jieru had almost completely lost her ability to fight back. 　　At this moment, Wang Qianjin walked over: "I heard Captain Bai is skilled in legwork. Let's have a match, a match!" "Shameless! A grown man like you only knows how to bully an injured woman. Is that what you call skill?" Bai Jieru endured the pain. 　　"Heh, you can't say that. Captain Bai is a heroine of the police force, while I'm just a commoner." Wang Qianjin showed no mercy, kicking Bai Jieru's left foot with his right leg, leaving no time for her to think. 　　"Ah!" Jieru used her injured foot to lift her left leg and rotate to dodge. 　　"I've heard Captain Bai is highly skilled in martial arts. It seems seeing is believing." As soon as he finished speaking, he launched a punch and a kick. 　　Jieru's left and right feet were injured, and she could only use her hands to block. As the saying goes, hands are two doors, but it's the feet that truly strike. [Full text] The force was completely unequal. How could she defend herself? She staggered and screamed. 　　Wang Qianjin seemed very pleased with himself. He stopped and approached Jieru: "I told you long ago that you were no match for me. I told you to surrender, but you resisted..." The opportunity was fleeting. Despite her pain, Jie Ru thrust her left knee into Wang Qianjin's abdomen . "Ouch!" The vengeful thrust caused Wang Qianjin to slump and crouch down. Jie Ru seized the opportunity to grab his throat . "Get Officer Gu here. Tell your men to get out of the way and take us out." The pain in his abdomen and the grip on his throat made Wang Qianjin stammer, "Let...let...come here." At this moment, Bai Jie Ru grabbed Wang Qianjin's scalp with one hand and gripped his throat with the other. He stared at the sky, utterly pathetic, his former swagger now replaced by a wretched state. 　　Two thugs, supporting Officer Gu whose face was obscured by her hair, approached. 　　"Yan Ling, you've been tortured?" 　　He nodded. 　　"Yan Ling, can you still walk?" 　　He nodded again. 　　"Let go of Lieutenant Gu," Jie Ru tightened her grip slightly.

"Let go, let go," Wang Qianjin's earlier arrogance vanished.

The bandits in front of the prison gate quickly made way, Bai Jieru standing and staggering, while Wang Qianjin squatted and staggered. Gu Yanling walked in
front , and Wang Qianjin shuffled behind.

Twenty minutes later, the fortress gate opened. Bai Jieru felt a little dizzy, while Song Yumei, who had been constantly observing Black
Stone Fortress had already seen victory and kept saying, "Sister Bai, hurry, hurry!" At the fortress gate:
Gu Yanling, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly turned around, "Look!" Bai Jieru, already under the influence of anesthesia, looked somewhat
dazed and turned around in response.

"Buzz, buzz," came the sound of an electric baton.

"Yanling," was the voice Bai Jieru uttered before losing consciousness.

"Sister Bai!"

As the fortress gate slowly closed, Song Yumei's heart sank into an icy abyss.

Gu Yanling tossed her loose hair aside: "Master, Alisa also contributed." It turned out that this Gu Yanling was
Wang Qianjin's concubine in disguise.

Song Yumei and her comrades were discussing how to rescue Bai Jieru and Gu Yanling. Their plan was a probing attack to weaken
the enemy's defenses and find an opportunity to rescue them.

Three men were assigned to monitor the situation, while two men scouted the four gates, gathering information to choose an attack point.

At four in the morning, a loud "boom" resounded from the south gate. Bai Jieru awoke, her body clanging as she moved.
In the dim light, the scantily clad beauty was chained to an iron bed. Hearing the increasingly intense explosions and gunfire outside
, Song Yumei knew she had been captured. Looking around, there were no windows,
the iron doors were tightly shut—where was she? The space she could move was very limited; she could only pull the covers
and kick the bed. Suddenly, she looked up and saw a rotating ventilation fan—the dungeon.

The raid was successful; Song Yumei and her group reached the cell, but it was empty. Her comrades, seeing the enemy approaching
in small groups , repeatedly warned Song Yumei to evacuate the castle—the rescue had failed.

Helpless, Song Yumei and her comrades discussed it and decided to return to Islamabad to seek support.

(To be continued)

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