Adapted from "My Experiences in a Women's Prison in South Vietnam"

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That was in the late 1960s. I had just graduated from Harvard Journalism and entered the newspaper industry. I was a
young man in my early twenties, filled with both anticipation and confusion about the uncertain future, and with both
expectation and fear of the challenges to come, just like most young Americans entering society at the time. Perhaps people
were bewildered by the rapid pace of social development, or perhaps this unprecedented speed made some people feel anxious
and empty. Unbeknownst to many, a SM craze was quietly emerging in American universities.
Articles about sadomasochism and sexual fantasies were increasing in newspapers, and many girls were keen to try them with their boyfriends. Even the
famous CIA training camps included resistance to enemy sexual abuse in their formal training curriculum.

The monotonous and mechanical life quickly bored me, and my desire for a new life led me to give up this
lucrative position and choose a new profession that seemed mysterious to me—the military. After all,
military service was an obligation that American youth had to fulfill, so I naturally became a member of the U.S. Army. I had long
heard that Vietnamese women's prisons were mysterious places, and the news media often vividly
described the torture inflicted on female prisoners by Vietnamese police. However, when I interviewed the authors of those articles, most of them admitted that
the content was not based on firsthand observation. A strong curiosity and a single man's sexual fantasies about women led me
to secure a spot as a military reporter and travel with the troops on rotation to that mysterious land.

At that time, the area was in turmoil. General Nguyen Van Thieu's forces had just overthrown General Ngo Thanh Diem's regime,
and even Saigon was in chaos, with virtually no social order. The army had practically taken over everything
and was even more corrupt than the old regime; money could buy everything. So, I seized this opportunity, through
a powerful Vietnamese friend my father had made through long-term business dealings there. Using an alias and a false identity, and after much difficulty, I finally
obtained permission from the authorities to enter Chi Hoa Prison, which at the time held the largest number of female prisoners, and witnessed firsthand
how Vietnamese police tortured female political prisoners.

Due to historical reasons, Saigon (now Ho Chi Minh City) alone had three prisons, one of which
housed exclusively female prisoners. The prison was originally built during the French colonial period, initially holding about one hundred inmates.
It expanded rapidly during the Japanese occupation, at its peak holding over two thousand prisoners. According to
the roster provided by the warden, a total of 973 female prisoners were held at that time. The oldest was 57 years old, and
the youngest was only 14. The vast majority were female guerrillas and members of underground resistance organizations, whom they called Viet Cong female guerrillas,
with a small number being families of former regime officials.

Thanks to the meticulous arrangements of my Vietnamese friend, I witnessed three interrogations on the condition that everything I saw not be
published in the newspapers. For a long time afterward, I kept my promise. Now
, so many years have passed, that beautiful country is no longer our ally, and my Vietnamese friend has passed
away. Therefore, I am now sharing the truth of what I witnessed to warn all kind-hearted people on this planet
what dictatorship and military oligarchs truly bring them, and also to
offer my own repentance for the women who died brutally under the torture of their own compatriots.

The first female prisoner I met during their interrogation was named Nguyen Thi Van. She was a Vietnamese woman who looked to be in her thirties
, dressed in typical Vietnamese housewife attire. According to the records, she was forty-one years old at the time.
She operated a small grocery store at the Bien Hoa Air Force Base as a cover, but it was actually a secret communication station for the Viet Cong underground organization.
When the Vietnamese police arrested her there, they also found a radio and some weapons and ammunition in her store
, thus making her a key target for investigation. Colonel Li, who presided over the interrogation, was a violent man.
Watching his interrogation, I began to believe that the rumors of the Vietnamese secret police's brutality towards women were not unfounded.

I don't know if Colonel Li was having some personal troubles that day, or if this was his
usual practice when interrogating female prisoners, but he questioned Nguyen Thi Van for less than five minutes before taking her to the interrogation room. There were no
legal procedures familiar to the Western world, no lawyers, only a few burly Vietnamese policemen. They silently watched
their prey for a moment, then without a word, tore open her three-piece blouse. This was
a type of clothing most commonly worn by women in that subtropical country—collarless, sleeveless, and tight-fitting. And due to poverty, except for a very few upper-
class women who wore bras, the vast majority of women wore nothing underneath.

She struggled, her face flushed, cursing in a language I couldn't understand, desperately trying to cover her exposed breasts with her hands
. Two Vietnamese policemen, expressionless, strapped her to a cross-shaped wooden frame, then
bound her wrists tightly with ropes. One of the policemen pulled her clothes up to the sides as far as possible,
completely exposing the outline of her breasts. This was the first time I had seen a woman's naked upper body. Compared to Western women, her
breasts weren't very large, perhaps due to breastfeeding, and they weren't as full, but her skin was smooth,
even delicate.

"Speak! Who is your contact?" Colonel Li first grabbed and rubbed her nipples, then
twisted them hard. Nguyen Thi Van kept her eyes tightly closed, neither shouting nor groaning, only occasionally frowning. "You won't talk?
I'll make you talk!" He waved his hand, and three shirtless men surrounded her, unbuckled their belts, and,
wearing only military shorts, took turns whipping her breasts with their belts. Crack—crack—crack—crack
—with this rhythmic sound, reddish-purple stripes appeared on her fair breasts.

Vietnamese women are among the most resilient I've ever met; their endurance in suffering is unparalleled
. Throughout the nearly twenty minutes of whipping, she remained silent, even though I noticed that each time
the belt struck her breast, the veins on either side of her neck bulged, and her chest and ribs
convulsed in pain. Perhaps deep within people's hearts, besides kindness and compassion, lies something sinful; perhaps this
is why God sent Jesus to earth. The visual stimulation made me feel as if a fire was raging within me
, violence gradually consuming my conscience. A shameful pleasure made me not want the torture to end immediately, even though
reason told me that those tortures were utterly inhumane. Colonel Li must have seen through me, this naive and inexperienced young man.
Seeing my thoughts, he ordered the three thugs, who were engrossed in the whipping, to temporarily stop. He then pulled me by the hand and led me to
Nguyen Thi Van, who was being tortured.

This was the first time I had ever admired a woman's breasts at such close range, especially
the breasts of a foreign woman from a country that believed in Eastern civilization and carried an air of mystery. It was clear that Nguyen Thi Van must have been a
very beautiful woman in her youth. Although she was middle-aged, she still retained her charm, only the passage of time had caused
them to lose their former perkiness. Colonel Li scooped a ladle of water from the bucket and splashed it on her chest, making her
body shudder. Then he lifted her chin, forcing her to raise her head, which had been hanging down.

"Old bitch, it seems your tits are still quite hard. It doesn't matter, I have plenty of ways to soften them!"
She glared at us defiantly, her eyes filled with hatred. That look remains vividly in my memory to this day.
A burly man retrieved bamboo skewers from the bamboo tub on the interrogation table and distributed them to the other thugs. Nguyen Thi Van's
body began to tremble; clearly, she knew their purpose. Vietnam is a subtropical country abundant in bamboo
, which has various uses there, even being used to construct most of their homes.
It was unexpected that bamboo would have this function, becoming a torture device used by Vietnamese police to subdue female prisoners.

The three burly men took turns using bamboo skewers to cut along her ribs, then grabbed a handful of salt and rubbed it
on. Nguyen Thi Van, who had been silent until now, suddenly gritted her teeth in pain, occasionally letting out a suppressed
scream.

"How does this castration taste? Still not confessing, you old bitch?"

"No!" she spat out through clenched teeth. "Give her a change of pace!" The thugs performing the torture pinched Nguyen Thi Van's breasts, viciously piercing her erect nipples

with sharp bamboo skewers .
Those thugs must have frequently subjected female prisoners to this kind of torture. The bamboo skewers skillfully pierced
the indentation between her erect nipples, bit by bit, while simultaneously wiggling them from side to side like drills.
The woman, bound to the rack, began to contort her naked body as the skewers penetrated deeper, eventually turning into violent shaking. Her body
was soaked, it was impossible to tell if it was sweat or water, and her wide-open lips trembled as she emitted screams.

"Bring the other two girls here, let them see first, save me the trouble of explaining later!" Colonel Li
ordered. This was our pre-arranged plan; we would be watching three female prisoners being interrogated tonight. A few minutes later,
the other two female prisoners were brought in. One of them was named Pan Wenjin, a twenty-one-year-old girl. According to her arrest
file, she was a guerrilla intelligence agent, and her public identity was a nurse at a church hospital in Saigon. Another
girl, named Le Thi Hue, was only seventeen years old and still in high school. She was a legendary
member of the Viet Cong's assassination squad, supposedly having killed two officials of the Vietnamese local government. However, her slender frame and beautiful
face belied her culpability.

"You two watch," Colonel Le said maliciously to the girl, Le Thi Hue. "If you don't confess honestly, we'll use this on you too, especially you, little beauty.
Your little buds haven't fully developed yet, have they? Want to taste the feeling of picking bamboo shoots with bamboo skewers? These gentlemen
are getting impatient!" The two young girls
huddled together in a corner, trembling. Clearly, like me, they hadn't expected
this scene. Colonel Le seemed unfazed, not stopping his subordinates' performance, but instead
leisurely taking a cigarette from his pack and smoking it.

Both nipples were driven into bamboo skewers, and the thugs began to repeat the same performance on her dark brown areolas
. One, two, three skewers—several bamboo skewers were inserted into Nguyen Thi Van's nipples and areolas. The thugs
would occasionally tap the exposed parts with the remaining bamboo skewers in their hands. She began to scream intermittently, which quickly
turned into continuous screams of agony, and soon the shrill screams were replaced by hoarse howls. Nguyen Thi Van's head
was desperately tilted back, her body arched forward with all her might, her hands loosened, her fingers straightened, her heels raised, and her toes pointed,
like a ballet dancer. Even her already relaxed calves showed clearly bulging muscles,
as if this could alleviate the pain in the two dark red mounds of her chest. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down her chin
, onto the peaks of her chest, seeping into the crisscrossing wounds, mingling with faint traces of blood as they slid down onto her raised feet
. Her slightly purplish toes were soaked in the small puddles that had formed. This continued for over half an hour before the cruel
torture finally ceased.

"These old women are the hardest to deal with. Perhaps we'll need to spend a little more time; anyway, the night is still long,"
Colonel Li said, feigning ease, though his expression no longer held the confidence he had shown earlier. He slipped his hand
inside Nguyen Thi Van's waistband. Vietnamese women typically didn't wear belts; the waistband was simply an elastic band
. Because of the climate, they often walked barefoot and didn't wear stockings like European and American women.
Moreover, Nguyen Thi Van's body was still firmly restrained, so Colonel Li easily reached into her crotch.

"These old bitches are the hardest to deal with, but I have plenty of ways to handle them. If you're interested
, I'll demonstrate them to you one by one, but you can't report it, okay?" Colonel Li's finger's ultimate
target was obvious. A moment later, Nguyen Thi Van's breathing became heavy, and two blushes slowly rose on her cheeks,
clearly indicating that his fingers had penetrated the poor woman's most sensitive area. The other two thugs dropped
the bamboo skewers in their hands, grinning maliciously as they kneaded Nguyen Thi Van's red and white breasts, which had just been whipped, until the bamboo
skewers were slowly squeezed out of her nipples. Thus, this humiliation, which normally only brings shame to women
, was now no less powerful than any particularly vicious form of torture.

"This method is very effective, especially for those stubborn Viet Cong women. Oh, she's already
a little wet down there." He pulled his fingers, covered in her vaginal fluid, from his crotch and flaunted them in front of me.

"Nguyen Thi Van, will you confess or not?"

"No!" The same simple word.

"Fine! Let's see how long you can stay hard!" Colonel Li personally ripped off Nguyen Thi Van's pants, then tore the only
piece of cloth covering her to shreds. In the blink of an eye, Nguyen Thi Van was completely naked. This was a method of torture I had never heard of before.
The touch on the wounds on her breasts made her wince in pain, large beads of sweat dripping from her pale face.
The stimulation of her lower body aroused her intense desire, and glistening, cloudy white fluid flowed down Colonel Pear's fingers. Her
fair breasts, covered with purple ridges, seemed much fuller than before; the erect nipples, no longer drooping, were
sharply upturned, like a young girl's, and the dark brown areolas had a tender, dark red tinge.

"Come on, do it to her vagina and anus too, so these two female spectators won't have any more hope!" Colonel Pear
commanded. In that instant, I seemed to understand his intention in having the other two female prisoners watch the torture. Three thugs
surrounded her again, each targeting a sensitive area of the woman's body, beginning a new round of bamboo skewer torture. Two dark red nipples
cried out again under the brutality, and her plump labia majora were covered with black and purple bruises from being pierced by bamboo skewers.
The skin around her anus was blue and purple from the blood stasis. The screams that sent chills down one's spine broke the brief
silence of the torture chamber once more. This stalemate continued for about half an hour, until Nguyen Thi Van fainted, but she still hadn't
confessed a single word.

"Prison doctor! Prison doctor! Go and call that idiot, wake her up! Wake her up! I'll make this old bitch
regret ever being a woman!" Colonel Li roared furiously, until a man in a white coat
injected a vial of medicine into Nguyen Thi Van's body, which finally stopped him.

"I didn't say—I didn't say—don't come any closer—don't—run—run—run—" After a while,
I heard Nguyen Thi Van, half-conscious, muttering incessantly. Several basins of cold water were poured over her, and her bare
back began to twitch. She struggled to lift her wet head, glanced at Colonel Li, whose face was bluish-purple, and then
slumped down weakly. Only her heavy breathing and the rise and fall of her back proved that she was still alive.

"Will this woman die?" Colonel Li asked the prison doctor.

"She's very weak, but not in mortal danger."

"Give her another injection. I want her to regain normal consciousness." Another injection was given, and soon Nguyen Thi
Van's condition indeed improved significantly.

"What kind of medicine did you use? It's so miraculous." I asked Colonel Li. He smiled slyly and didn't answer
me immediately. Later, I learned that they were using a sexual stimulant. The bamboo
skewers were removed from Nguyen Thi Van's nipples, areolas, mons pubis, and anus . They poured ice water over her again, then applied a pale yellow cream
to her genitals. I'd seen this stuff back home; it's a mixture of Indian herbal oil and hormones
, supposedly inducing sexual hallucinations. It's usually only used on middle-aged and elderly men and women who have lost their sexual ability,
and of course, on some impotent patients. I never expected them to use it to torture a female prisoner.

"Fuck her!" Colonel Li's gloom seemed to dissipate somewhat. It was already rumored that raping
female prisoners was commonplace in Vietnamese prisons, and the police involved wouldn't be charged. Moreover, this was a military-controlled
prison specifically for political prisoners, where rape was even used to coerce confessions from female inmates. But
witnessing it firsthand was a first, especially since it had just been subjected to the brutality of bamboo skewers! Perhaps because her beauty had faded, Nguyen Thi
Van no longer aroused their interest. The thugs lazily pulled down their trousers, forcing her to kneel on
the floor, and then forcibly penetrated her from behind in front of me.

However, they quickly withdrew from her body, handcuffing her wrists from the front, and
pulling down an iron chain from a pulley hanging from the rafters, the top hook securing the chain to the handcuffs. Nguyen Thi Van's body
was straightened as the chain rose, until she could only stand on her toes. Colonel Li seemed to
favor this position, a rare smile appearing on his face. The thugs skillfully fastened a metal bra to her
breasts, then inserted a metal rod resembling a human penis into her anus. The two young female prisoners
stared wide-eyed at this, their eyes filled with extreme terror.

Was this the legendary electric shock torture? Why wasn't it used on the female prisoners' limbs but on those other parts? What would the female prisoner be like when this was used ? Could she bear it? My questions were quickly answered
as the thugs skillfully installed the connectors . Colonel Li elegantly switched off the power, and a machine composed of red, orange, yellow, and green signal lights hummed. This was the first time I had ever seen electrocution, a product of modern technology, used on a female prisoner. As time passed, Nguyen Thi Van's pale face flushed, and her angry eyes became dazed. 　　"Is it comfortable, Nguyen Thi Van? Your old cunt has started secreting lubrication again. It's been a long time since you've enjoyed being fucked like this," Colonel Li said, moving closer to his prey and inserting his fingers. The thugs stopped the electric shocks and removed the metal bra. To my astonishment, my breasts, which had been slightly drooping, now stood proudly erect like those of a young woman. Even the nipples, which had just been tortured, were pink and perky , looking nothing like someone who had given birth and breastfed. Nguyen Thi Van was panting heavily, her body limp; without the ropes binding her, she would have collapsed onto the floor. 　　"This bitch's in heat, brothers! Give it a push and we can get what we need out of her mouth . Maybe we can even catch a lady more alluring than those two spectators. Then I'll let you torture them to your heart's content until they kneel and beg for your mercy, okay?" The thugs cheered in unison, and I couldn't help but join in. A similar stun gun was inserted into her vagina, the current adjusted to the same frequency as during intercourse. The torture resumed, while the other thugs forcibly separated the two beautiful female prisoners and handcuffed their hands behind their heads. Colonel Li tossed away the remaining cigarette butt and walked step by step to Phan Van Kin, suddenly lifting her clothes and gesturing for me to go to the beautiful girl named Le Thi Hue. I was stunned, at a loss for words. 　　"This is a gift for you, foreigner. You can use her as you please now. After you've finished torturing her, this little girl won't be so delicate anymore." I hesitated for a moment, then walked over, trembling as I lifted Le Thi Hue's shirt. I was surprised to find she was wearing a lace bra that couldn't be bought with Vietnamese dong. She struggled desperately , looking at me with terrified eyes, speaking Vietnamese that I couldn't fully understand at the time. I knew she was...

She was cursing me, or perhaps begging me. Looking back, my actions were no different from those of a robber,
but at the time, I was completely captivated by her beauty.

"Brother, you probably haven't tasted a Vietnamese woman yet, have you? These two are top-notch, and
you don't even have to pay! A rare opportunity, what are you waiting for!" My thoughts swayed between morality and desire, but my fingers
unconsciously lifted her bra. Her fragrant skin was revealed, and I couldn't resist any longer. I pulled and ripped off
the lace bra, still warm from her body and scent. Her glistening breasts were revealed. Her jade-like skin shone brightly, its
smooth texture like stroking brocade. Her breasts weren't large, still the delicate breasts of a young girl, but
they appeared particularly firm against the beautiful curves that formed a captivating cleavage and her slender waist. The pink nipples
stood proudly, strikingly contrasting against the predominantly white backdrop. A youthful thrill surged through my fingers,
a wonderful sensation that made me fully realize, "Foreigner, stop pretending to be civilized. You can fuck her however you want, and later
you can even torture her, fully experiencing the pleasure of tormenting a rich young lady. Her father is a famous
tycoon here!" At this moment, Colonel Li had already stripped Pan Wenjin of her top, licking her bright red nipples
while reaching into her pants to grope
her genitals. This was the first time I had touched a girl's nipples, and the nipples of such a beautiful Eastern beauty.
The slightly milky fragrance made me dizzy, and the unspeakable thrill made me tremble.

Her breasts were so white, as white as the vast snowfields of Alaska, and her skin was so fine,
as fine as exquisite Chinese silk. Her breasts were so delicate, like the towering snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas in a painting;
her waist was so slender, like the graceful willows by West Lake; her abdomen was so flat, like the
boundless plains of Mississippi; and most captivating of all were her nipples, the pink areolas like two vibrant
rainbows after the rain, framing two tender red spots, like the budding red roses of my hometown, Florida.

My hands groped haphazardly, touching those unforgettable jade-like breasts, savoring their delicate beauty. My
fingers trembled as I pinched, pinching the two red beans atop those snow-capped peaks and the two colorful clouds that guarded them. Li Shihui
was still struggling, still trying to escape, though her limbs were shackled behind her head, it was all in vain. To this day,
I still can't explain why I was so shameless, so lewd, so shameless that I was no different from an animal, so
lewd that even thinking about it makes me blush. I pounced on her breasts, sucking on her nipples—
the second woman's nipples I'd ever suckled besides my mother's. They were wet, slightly salty, and felt amazing
. But I still didn't dare pull down her pants and underwear; I just grabbed her firm, round buttocks and
groped wildly, touching her flat stomach and mysterious cleavage through her clothes.

"Are you American?" she asked me in English, stopping her struggles. Her English was fluent, and her pronunciation
was perfect, which was rare in this backward country. I nodded in acknowledgment, staring at her in surprise.

“My family and I have been to your country. It’s a developed and civilized country, a
country that champions democracy and freedom. But why did you treat me like this! Why did you treat a
woman who has lost the ability to resist like this! I am innocent. I was just killing those scum who destroyed our country’s democracy and freedom with my comrades,
just like your country did under the leadership of the great Lincoln. Wasn’t that right? You and your lackeys
can kill me, can torture me. I am willing to die for the freedom of my country and my people, but you cannot insult me!”
Her words stung me. I knew my actions were those of a complete beast, even though she wasn’t an American
girl and I had no ability to protect her chastity. I stopped and pulled her open collar back, even though
I was very unwilling at the time.

Over there, Colonel Li had already stripped Pan Wenjin naked, his erect penis thrusting
between her forcibly spread thighs, beginning round after round of violent thrusting. Perhaps it was extreme tension and fear, perhaps it was
immense humiliation, but whatever the reason, when Colonel Li left satisfied, she had been raped and passed out.
Although at the time I didn't know if Pan Wenjin was also a pure and innocent unmarried
girl like Miss Li Shihui.

The so-called interrogation here had been going on for almost an hour, while the interrogation of Ruan Shiyun over there was still fruitless
, but judging from the desolation of her birthplace, one could tell what she had just endured.

"Are you still going to put on a brave face?" Colonel Li, now fully dressed and dignified, sat behind the interrogation table
.

“No woman leaves here without confessing. Let our allies and your
die-hards who dare to oppose us see the torture of branding a woman with fire! Brothers, we’ve had our gentle treatment; now
let’s give this Viet Cong woman a fiery one!” Nguyen Thi Van was clearly an extremely resilient woman. Despite her numerous
wounds and her ashen face upon hearing the words “branding a woman with fire,” she bit
her lip, refusing to utter a single word. The thugs were already preparing.

This was an extremely cruel torture method used on women in the Middle Ages. Nguyen Thi Van’s legs were spread
wide, completely exposing her private parts. A policeman placed a red-hot iron rod into a
bucket filled with oyster sauce, a cloud of white smoke filling the interrogation room. Then he took it out and viciously shoved it into
her vagina. Instantly, a wisp of smoke rose from her lower body. The woman, who had remained mostly silent during the torture,
let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the acrid smell of burning flesh filled the interrogation room. The stick was pulled out,
its white fluid mixed with streaks of crimson blood. It was reinserted into the roaring fire, carrying a hint of stench
, and soon it was red-hot again.

"Ruan Shiyun, if you don't confess, I'll burn you again, and I'll have them burn your clitoris specifically, so you
can never be a woman again!" At first, I couldn't fully understand the meaning of Colonel Li's words, but later, when I had a
beloved woman, I understood their viciousness. This time, he personally carried out the torture. When his fingers forcibly parted Ruan Shiyun
's vulva, this steadfast middle-aged woman screamed in pain, and for the first time, begged him
to be gentler.

"Then tell me the radio code and who your contact is, or I'll keep burning you like this
and pouring chili water in until the end of the world!"

"No one's contacting me—ouch—please don't pull—ouch—don't break up—" The iron rod was
taken out, not quenched in the oil drum, but pressed directly onto the exposed vulva, the woman's clitoris
, the source of her passion, the most concentrated area of sensory nerve endings in the female body, and naturally, the
most painful place! Her screams were indescribable, sending chills down
one's spine, like a cry from hell. Soon, her voice grew weaker and weaker, and her head lolled to the side as she fainted.

“Mr. Rolls and I will go next door to talk to these two ladies. You guys wake her up before continuing the interrogation. Besides
branding her genitals, could you disinfect this old bitch? In short, use every means necessary
to get a confession.” As Colonel Li and I unlocked the shackles on the interrogation table, the splashing water
and soft moans proved that Nguyen Thi Van had regained consciousness. Just as Li and I were escorting Phan Van Kin and Le Thi Huy
away, Nguyen Thi Van’s piercing screams rang out again from inside. I knew they were torturing her again.
I wondered what kind of punishment they were using this time—whether they were continuing to brand her genitals with fire or pouring chili
water down her throat!

The interrogation room next door wasn't as complicated as the one I'd seen earlier. It
contained only the electric shock device I'd already seen and several different types of sticks. Pan Wenjin was the first to be tortured. I watched as he
stripped her naked, binding her body in a spread-eagle position to the rotating and adjustable torture bed, then switched on
the power. Unlike Ruan Shiyun, Pan Wenjin wasn't silent; she seemed somewhat neurotic. The torture continued
intermittently amidst her screams. Especially when Colonel Li clipped the electrodes to her nipples and clitoris, her
cries were almost hysterical. The breath of spring... so much so that I ejaculated when my fingers touched her budding, pink
nipples. This electric shock wasn't like the one used on Ruan Shiyun, merely to arouse the female
prisoner's lust; it was genuine electric shock! As the current indicator curve rose to
the area marked in red, Pan Wenjin's tightly bound body arched back violently, her head tilting back desperately, her fingers clenching
and unclenching, her insteps extremely tense, and her toes pointing forward, like a live fish being heated in a microwave oven. Colonel Li
was very experienced in administering electric shocks to female prisoners. He knew how to inflict excruciating pain without killing her
. He would sometimes increase the voltage to nearly 100 kilovolts, causing crackling
sparks to emanate from Pan Wenjin's nipples and vulva, and other times increase the current to 100 milliamperes, causing the electric baton inserted into her vulva
to move in and out frequently.

Under Colonel Li's unhurried control, he continued to torture Pan Wenjin with electric shocks, and he would occasionally loosen
her restraints to vent his own frustration. Exhausted, Pan Wenjin's body was limp like a noodle; even without the ropes binding her,
she had no strength to resist and could only submit to Colonel Li's arbitrary actions. Faced with such a scene, faced with such
a naked beauty, any man would react, so I also violated her; this was my first
intimate contact with a woman.

Pan Wenjin's vagina was very narrow, with many folds, which was very stimulating to a man's genitals. I guessed she was still a virgin before
, or at least had never given birth. After I ejaculated and left her body, Colonel Li
tied Pan Wenjin up again. The power was turned on again, and she once again let out a scream like a train whistle. This time, Colonel Li
didn't simply stimulate her vulva and the adjacent mucous membranes as before; instead, he lecherously parted
Pan Wenjin's petals, inserted a thin electric baton into her urethra, and then told me to turn off the power. Pan Wenjin
screamed wildly, and urine gushed out more than two meters away.

The interrogation, including the torture of Nguyen Thi Van, had lasted for over two hours. Colonel Li was probably tired, so
I took over his role. When I held those two pinkish-red buds in my hands, seeing the burn marks
from where the electrodes had been, when I parted the dew-laden petals to reveal the
agate that had been shocked countless times, when I saw the glistening tears on her beautiful oval face, her sorrowful eyes fixed
on my hands, I was truly conflicted. If I refused, Colonel Li would certainly throw me out
and report my involvement in the torture to the US military advisory group in Saigon, and perhaps even the US embassy in Vietnam
. Then I might be deported, and the newspaper might dismiss me.

Faced with this real pressure, the moral boundaries were fragile. I began to find excuses for my brutality, ultimately
giving it a grand and plausible reason. After all, this was wartime. Today they were unarmed, vulnerable women,
but what about yesterday? They might be our enemies, or terrorists hiding in secret places. If
they were armed, wouldn't they still kill my compatriots? War has its own unique laws: you're either an ally or
an enemy. Would they confess without torture? I have no reason to blame myself, nor am I responsible for any of this
.

So when Colonel Li ordered me to inflict torture, the physical pleasure and moral confusion made me feel at ease joining
in. Pan Wenjin cried out in despair under the electric shocks, but finally, in her delirium, she confessed
what Colonel Li wanted. Next was Li Shihui. Colonel Li truly had no humanity. When we
stripped Li Shihui naked and hung her upside down, he repeatedly inserted various thick and thin wooden sticks into
her genitals, some with iron spikes and pig bristles at the tip! They penetrated her so deeply that I wouldn't even dare touch it, leaving it
a bloody mess. Then Colonel Li raped her, binding her nipples with rope and hanging her alive
from the rafters.

Those nipples and areolas stretched long by her body weight, those twisted and deformed breasts, that heart-wrenching
scream, that blood-soaked vulva, those torn labia majora and minora, and Pan Wenjin's
clitoris pricked by the iron spike on the wooden stick—all of these images still haunt my mind. Especially when I later learned that after being tortured, Li Shi
Hui, filled with shame and indignation, committed suicide by banging her head against the wall, I felt as if I had personally killed her with the cruelest methods.
At the beginning of the new century, I returned there again. Everything had changed. The original women's prison was gone, replaced by…
Replaced by newly built shantytowns, leaving no trace, the
whereabouts of Nguyen Thi Van, that steadfast heroine, are unknown. Phan Van Can, who endured long and brutal torture before finally collapsing, is said to have died at
the hands of her comrades. Colonel Le, disguised after the fall of Saigon, fled to Da Nang, but
drowned while attempting to cross the sea to Manila. Le Thi Hue, who committed suicide in grief and anger, was also branded a traitor, and her family members perished one after another during the North Vietnamese socialist
reforms of South Vietnam.

Thirty years have passed since that war, and the ideological bulwark has
crumbled in the tide of the market economy, but who will speak out for the women who were brutally abused and humiliated during the war?
The suffering they endured in the war was unbearable for men, like that of Zoya in the Soviet Union and Jiang Jie in China.

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