The experiences of Chinese female special forces soldiers

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The Encounter of a Chinese Female Special Forces Soldier

Author: Unknown

"Clang!" The sound of an iron gate opening and closing came from afar, as usual, followed by the sound of leather shoes on
the cement floor, approaching one after another. Feng Xia knew clearly that everything was about to begin again. This was
the prelude to her new day, and then what? What would it be? She didn't even dare to think about it. But no matter what
happened , for her it would only mean a twisted body, violent trembling, painful screams…

Time had no meaning here, because since entering this underground Vietnamese military prison,
she had never seen the sun. She only called the time in this dark and cold cell "night," and the so-called
daytime was when there was light, but it wasn't sunlight, but the light from the gas lamps in the interrogation room that made it as bright as day. Unlike
before , she now preferred the night. Although it was dark and cold here, at least she couldn't see her
naked body and the various strange and varied wounds covering it.

She even began to feel pain in her wounds. Although she didn't understand biology, she knew it was called
a conditioned reflex. But she could only endure the pain, for touching her wounds was
impossible ; her limbs were firmly chained to the wall in a spread-eagle position. Those Vietnamese devils were far too
cautious. Although Feng Xia was the only female captain of the Chinese Black Cat Special Forces, and although
she was much taller and stronger than their slender figures, the solid stone wall and heavy iron gate rendered human strength futile.

Feng Xia had never doubted her own strength. Whether it was saying goodbye to her newlywed husband before going to the battlefield
, solemnly receiving the special mission from her superior, or even when she was armed with a grenade, she
had never doubted it. But now, would she still be so confident? Compared to those still-immature young team members, 28 years
old was no longer young, yet why was she the sole survivor? She remembered that
dark moonless night when she and her comrades confidently embarked on the forest path, as dark as the night itself—a
path of no return. It was midnight, but the sky suddenly shone as bright as day. Before they could react, shells and
bullets rained down. She witnessed firsthand how those young bodies fell in the barrage,
heard their cries before their deaths, until a howling bomb fell beside her,
and then it was all over. And the nightmare began.

Nearly a century of war had not only honed the Vietnamese combat skills, but their torture techniques had also
become incredibly sophisticated and varied. Had the Chinese taught them this? No, because Feng Xia knew that
Vietnamese captured by the Chinese army wouldn't suffer any inhumane treatment. But now, she understood that the Vietnamese didn't
simply copy the Chinese in everything.

She now only regretted not having the chance to detonate the grenade she had saved for herself.

Those Vietnamese devils had figured out her identity from the start. It was simple: the timing of their operation
indicated they were special forces members; and her age told them she was
the leader . The Vietnamese placed high hopes on Feng Xia, evident in their passion for her both physically and mentally
. Yet, in dealing with her, they displayed extreme patience and meticulousness, seemingly in no
hurry to learn anything, perhaps because they had ample time and resources.

As the heavy iron door was pulled open, the bright light from the corridor flooded the cell, illuminating
Feng Xia's body, which faced the door and was tightly handcuffed to the stone wall. Three figures entered and stood before Feng Xia. As usual,
they didn't immediately uncuff her, but instead carefully examined her from head to toe. They admired the naked
body of this alluring Chinese woman before them, and the crisscrossing "patterns" covering it—
their handiwork. They often whispered amongst themselves as they looked, perhaps saying, "This
is almost healed, we can work on this area today," or "Those wounds weren't there the day before yesterday, so so-and-so must
have done it yesterday." Feng Xia lowered her head, unwilling to meet the three pairs of beast-like eyes, but inadvertently saw
the numerous scars she dreaded even more.

The countless pockmarks on her full, swollen breasts were the result of countless cigarette butts stubbed out, habitually pressed onto her body whenever
the executioners' cigarettes were nearly finished. Perhaps some were even Chinese cigarettes. The largest circular scars on her areolas were the marks left
by the ugliest execution captain , whose mouth, filled with yellow teeth, always held a thick, black cigar. The patterns on her ribs and thighs were from the steel whip. Feng Xia clearly remembered that her screams were equally shrill and piercing, accompanying the sharp, tearing sound of the steel whip. The executioners, however, seemed to be enjoying this discordant chord, as if watching a Western opera. The marks from the rubber batons were not very noticeable, only leaving bruises across her back and buttocks. When not being touched, she felt nothing , but when struck again, the excruciating pain was enough to bring tears to this iron lady's eyes. A was slowly cut open by the execution captain with a serrated military dagger . As he cut, he carefully watched her scream, her body arching back and forth, her convulsing muscles seemingly trying to break free of the rack binding her body. Covered her body were also many red spots that were difficult to see— the handiwork of a small man skilled in using steel needles for torture. Whenever Feng Xia saw those steel needles of varying lengths and thicknesses, gleaming with a cold blue light , her heart clenched. Until those needles pierced each sensitive spot on her body, it wasn't just her heart that clenched, but her muscles as well. Earlobes, fingernails, labia, soles of feet, anus, and even nipples hardened from cigar burns were the preferred targets. Sometimes, the exposed end of the steel needle would be heated red-hot with fire, and then her breasts would be bound together with steel wire from the base, making her nipples hard and erect . Amidst the sizzling and burning sounds, Feng Xia's consciousness often drifted into another world. 　　There were also some unseen wounds, but those that caused Feng Xia even greater pain: electricity. Although unwilling, she still clearly remembered the agony of her first electric shock torture. 　　That time, she was suspended in the interrogation room under the bright lights, her legs spread wide apart by two thick iron chains hanging from the ceiling, while three thick copper wires connected to electrical wires were inserted into her vagina, urethra, and...

Anus. Without any warning, the first electric current suddenly struck. It felt as if three red-hot iron rods were
simultaneously piercing her body. A sharp pain shot through her pelvic area, as if it were being burned by flames or
slashed by sharp blades. Her abdomen involuntarily arched up and then suddenly dropped. With each surge of intense current,
her body rose and fell repeatedly, like a puppet on thin strings, involuntarily tumbling up and down. Her
muscles tensed, veins bulged, and her eyeballs seemed about to pop out of their sockets. She tried to scream to
distract herself from the excruciating pain, but her constricted throat could not utter a sound. She felt a raging fire burning inside her, a
fire that seemed to be searching for an outlet. Finally, the fire burst from her throat, transforming into a
long, heart-wrenching howl. With this howl, her consciousness slowly drifted away from her body. She
was awakened from her coma by a large bucket of cold water. Again, without warning, the electric current began to assault her body again.
This time, she understood the second effect of the cold water: not only did her body begin to burn intensely again, but the current also
traveled through her entire body along the water. She felt as if sharp needles were piercing every pore,
desperately trying to drill into her flesh. With the fluctuating intensity of the current, her body convulsed, and she made
"hoarse" sounds. Although a copper wire was inserted into her urethra, urine from her bladder still flowed onto the floor along the wire.
Suddenly, a strong current struck; she felt a numbness in her anus, and she could no longer control her sphincter muscles. Feces
sprayed onto the floor like raindrops…

Although pain was not unfamiliar to her, this electric shock made her relive
what unbearable agony felt like.

Before the second electric shock, the enemy had injected her with a veterinary aphrodisiac. Feng Xia suppressed her lust with immense willpower
. She swallowed hard, her face flushed red, while her swollen, purplish nipples
were as thick as fingers. She was suspended upside down, legs spread wide, her hands tightly bound to
her thighs. The execution captain stood before her, making her extremely uncomfortable, because
even her lover had never seen her muscular naked body so clearly. The execution captain
wasn't just looking at her; he was also "touching" her entire body, not with his hands, but with a large electric baton. The
blue-glowing electrodes touched areas her husband only ever touched in bed, and her
cries were nothing like the sweet sounds she made when he caressed her. The execution captain seemed
particularly interested in her delicate vulva, repeatedly thrusting the baton there, which was
effortless for him given Feng Xia's upside-down position. Despite her best efforts to control her lust in this situation, the numbing and tingling electric current involuntarily made her
genitals wet. Amidst her own fluctuating moans and curses, and
the lewd laughter of the executioners watching, her vaginal fluids gushed out repeatedly… The enemy then thrust the thick electric baton into her
vagina, pumping it in and out relentlessly. Intense pain accompanied by frenzied pleasure coursed through her entire body. When
the baton was abruptly pulled out and inserted into her tightly closed anus, a gush of hot, murky liquid
spurted from her swollen, parted labia! …

Every time she thought of that torture, Feng Xia felt utterly ashamed. She knew those Vietnamese devils would
stop at nothing to break her will. And after she and several other captured comrades suffered several more rounds of
varied physical and mental torture, she was even more astonished by the inhumanity and depravity of these devils
.

The enemy began injecting Feng Xia with a potent lactation-inducing drug, roughly every two days. This drug not only caused her
breasts to swell and ache, but also created unbearable itching around her nipples and vulva, causing vaginal fluid to
involuntarily flow down her thighs. Several times, Feng Xia, in a state of sexual arousal, woke up to find
a puddle of her vaginal fluid on the ground. The potent lactation-inducing drug doubled the size of her breasts, and along with the swelling and pain
came more than 500 milliliters of milk per day. Her two full, firm breasts were like overinflated
balloons about to burst, the skin taut, stretching out bulging blue veins. Her two dark red areolas
bulged, and her dark brown nipples were erect and hard, almost an inch high.

Feng Xia had always believed she was the only captured Chinese female soldier in this underground hellhole, but during a
torture feast held by these cannibalistic devils, she learned that she was not the only victim. That time, she
was taken to a large room filled with people under bright lights. Besides the heavily armed
Vietnamese soldiers and the torturers she would recognize even if they were skinned alive, there were four
young women, just like her, standing there completely naked. Although she didn't recognize them, their full, strong physiques and beautiful
features suggested they were her compatriots, and the numerous scars covering their bodies, just like hers, seemed to loudly proclaim the
"baptism" they had endured. Were they also captured Chinese female soldiers…?

"Come, meet your comrades," a Vietnamese soldier who often acted as a translator during torture dispelled her suspicions.
Seeing comrades after enduring so much suffering should have been the happiest thing, but in this situation, in this environment, it brought them
only embarrassment, pain, and fear of the impending torment. The Vietnamese were truly "exceptionally clever"; even
inconspicuous bamboo had become a tool for their tyranny. Chairs made of bamboo were tied to
their shoulders and secured to their backs with ropes. Their hands were also stretched out and pulled backward in opposite directions
until behind their heads, then tightly bound to the sides of the bamboo chair. A bamboo pole about a meter long was also tied horizontally to their heels,
fixing the distance between their legs so they could neither widen nor narrow. In the middle of this horizontal
pole fixing their feet two upright bamboo sticks were tied, the upper parts of which were deeply inserted into
the vaginas and anuses of each female soldier being tortured. "You are bamboo horses," the translator said with a wicked grin. So, each "bamboo horse"
had a person sitting on its saddle, and each driver held a "reins"—the
other end of which split into two strands, each tightly tied with an iron hook to the nipple of each Chinese female soldier. Whenever this
"reins" were tightened, Feng Xia and her comrades had to walk forward, and with each step, the bamboo pole
fixing their feet would twist back and forth, causing the two bamboo sticks tied to it
to rotate violently inside their anuses and vaginas. Amidst laughter and shouts from the rider, the pair of "childhood sweethearts" ran in circles around the room
. They ran until everyone was panting heavily, but the bamboo sticks inserted into their anuses forced them to remain upright.
Their condition was such that they couldn't even bend their legs in the slightest; they could only run mechanically, straight-legged.
The inner walls of their anuses bled from the prolonged, intense friction of the rough bamboo sticks, causing excruciating pain.

After the "bamboo horse" torture, the devils, perhaps not yet satisfied, bound the five women's hands behind their backs and made
them kneel in a circle facing each other. A long power line connected to a generator was looped around each woman's nipples. Each time the
hand controlling the power pressed, the five female soldiers screamed in agony until they urinated. Stimulated by the electric current,
Feng Xia's nipples turned purple from the engorgement, even spraying milk onto the woman opposite her repeatedly
…

A blow from the stick interrupted Feng Xia's thoughts. One of the Vietnamese soldiers made a
shooting . Was she being executed? Or was it another mock execution like the previous two? She didn't know.

Death was a luxury for her; she longed for that day to come.

However, when the three Vietnamese men handcuffed Feng Xia's hands behind her back and tightly bound her nipples with a wire
, she realized that the execution posture was just a joke, because she was always dragged into
the interrogation . It was like an appetizer before a main course; for a female special forces captain from China,
being naked and having her genitals, the very organ that proved her womanhood, dragged around was cruel
torture.

It was that familiar interrogation room again; she had lost count of how many times she had screamed
and how many times she had fallen into sudden silence. But each silence was brief, because those sadists wouldn't let her
remain unconscious for long. They tirelessly woke her up again and again, watching her put on a spectacular performance:
her tense body, trembling muscles, piercing screams, the sweat pouring down her body, and her furrowed brows—
all of this seemed to excite them greatly. They were truly gifted in torture, like a group of genius
painters, using all sorts of tools to create art on her body: steel whips, clubs, candles, needles,
daggers… Sometimes they used slow, deliberate techniques, leaving no visible marks, yet inflicting unbearable pain on Feng Xia.

For example, they bound her into various shapes with ropes, each shape tightening different parts of her body
and holding her in those positions for extended periods. Sometimes her limbs were stretched infinitely, almost to the point of tearing. Sometimes her neck was
twisted backward, nearly suffocating her. Sometimes her waist was contorted into strange positions, as if about to break off.
On another occasion, her labia were pierced with iron hooks and she was suspended by heavy objects for a day and a night, her once thick labia majora
stretched thin as paper. That time, she felt no sensation in her labia for several days, leaving them hanging down three or four inches
long. During those days, the Vietnamese soldiers seemed to know the outcome and stopped torturing her genitals. Her
anus, injured during the "bamboo horse torture," became their primary target during those days. They didn't let
the festering sores go unpunished; in fact, they seemed to know it would only intensify the torture. Over the next few days, they inserted
all sorts of things—sometimes bamboo sticks, sometimes iron pipes, and sometimes red-hot steel needles stuck one by one into the circular
sphincter muscles. The most horrifying time was when the incredibly ugly interrogation captain, drunk, stuck his
arm . That left Feng Xia unconscious for a full day and night, even thinking she would never wake up again.

Another time, she was hung in the interrogation room for two whole days. First,
they inserted a small copper rod into her urethra to prevent her from urinating. Then they injected almost a bucket of chili water into her anus, and finally stuffed
a thick bamboo stick inside. She was suffocated, her body contorted in agony, groaning in pain. Meanwhile, the onlookers patted her
round . "This is called a pincer attack," the translator explained with a grin,
poking her navel with a lit cigarette butt. Feng Xia gritted her teeth, desperately trying to prevent her stomach from contracting, enduring their attempts to pierce her with burning needles and
cigarette butts. The execution captain, seemingly amused, turned Feng Xia around and shoved the thick bamboo stick into her anus
. Then, he pulled a pair of red-hot tongs from the nearby stove, clamped them down hard on Feng Xia's
muscular buttocks, and smoke immediately rose from one side of her buttocks, the pinched flesh
sizzling and oozing butter. Feng Xia screamed, her body arching back, her two muscular
buttocks clenching tightly, almost burying the exposed end of the bamboo stick into her deep cleft. The tongs released,
and a piece of flesh tore off. The execution captain then used a different pair of tongs, clamping them once more on Feng Xia's other, strong, fleshy buttocks. This time, Feng Xia gritted her teeth but didn't utter a sound, her body drenched in sweat! She fainted after
only a few clamps .

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