[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - 1

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Chapter 1

Night, deep! Silence! Apart from the chirping of summer insects, this damned riverbank was deathly still.

I had been lying in ambush in the weeds along the riverbank with forty military police for over two hours, and our target hadn't appeared yet. The mosquito bites and the stench of sweat made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

This afternoon, I received a secret report from Yang Tian of the Special Higher Police Section (TKK) stating that the Eighth Route Army guerrillas in Gaoping County would send a liaison to make contact with the underground party in the city and receive a batch of secret drugs. My mission was to capture the guerrilla liaison alive.

I've been in China for over two years, and I've completely revealed my wolfish nature here. In those two years, I've personally beheaded over 200 Chinese civilians, many of whom were elderly people and children. I've raped and murdered over 70 women and burned down over 500 houses, not because they threatened the safety of our Imperial Army, but because I was happy. In my eyes, a Chinese life is worth less than a dog's. They are a bunch of stupid and inferior mammals; their existence is nothing but a waste of food. That's why I became the deputy captain of the military police in just two years, and a month ago, I became the captain. The reason was that Captain Longgang was bitten in the genitals and died at a comfort station by a Chinese girl. I personally dealt with that Chinese girl, and I can't help but feel excited whenever I think of that moment. When I arrived at the comfort station that day, the frail Chinese girl was already hanging naked on the ground. I first had more than thirty military police officers gang rape her. When the gang rape was over, the girl was on the verge of death. Her labia were turned outwards, and the skin was bleeding from the punctures. There was a lot of red and white discharge between her white legs. I admired that girl a little at the time; she didn't utter a sound throughout the whole process, only kept cursing. After the gang rape, I ordered all the comfort women from the comfort station to be brought out. Most of these comfort women were from China, and some were from Korea. I ordered the girl to be hung upside down on two separate wooden posts, exposing her genitals. Then I used a thick, long wooden stick to play with her vagina, over and over again. This time, she finally couldn't help but scream, her cries growing increasingly miserable. Her body twisted and turned on the wooden frame. Because her ankles were tightly bound to the posts, her thighs were still under my control. I gripped the tip of the stick with both hands and forcefully thrust it into the cleft between the girl's white legs and the dark pubic hair, until blood gushed from her thighs and mouth.

"Captain, there's movement," Private First Class Daiyo Yuta whispered beside me.

I looked up at the river, and a small boat slowly came into view. In the blur, it seemed like there were two figures on the boat.

I waved my hand, and the military police quietly crouched down in the damp grass.

The boat was getting closer, and now I could clearly see the people on board. A young and beautiful girl was rowing the small boat, and a young man was crouching at the bow, rifle in hand, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

I held my breath, waiting for them to reach the shore.

The small boat finally slowly approached the bank.

A sharp "clang" suddenly rang out from the bushes beside us—the sound of a bayonet striking a rock.

"An ambush!" the young man shouted. The small boat began to turn around in the river.

"Which idiot?" I stood up and cursed. It was impossible to catch their contact on the shore now; catching the people on the boat would be a feat in itself.

My men sprang up from the bushes, and I drew my sword, yelling for an attack.

"Bang!" I heard a gunshot and instinctively turned my head. Then I heard a scream from Da Yang behind me, blood gushing from his chest.

"Bastard!" I cursed fiercely.

Seeing the dire situation, the young man jumped off the boat and pushed it aside, trying to help the girl escape. The girl stubbornly refused to flee alone. This gave me time. I lunged forward, and the young man charged at me with his gun. I turned and used my sword to deflect the bayonet. The young man, sword and all, plunged into the chest of one of my men behind me. Before he could pull the bayonet out, I cleaved him in two.

Turning back, the girl's boat was already in the middle of the river, about to escape our control. One of my men raised his gun to fire, but I slapped him hard and said, "Take her alive. She can't escape."

The whistle of an inflatable boat sounded on the river; an Imperial Army inflatable boat appeared.

The girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old, was brought before me with her hands twisted behind her back. She was dressed like a typical fisherwoman, wearing a blue floral blouse and black hemp trousers, her bare white feet exposed. A long braid was tied behind her head with a thin red string. Her skin was slightly tanned, perhaps from the river winds and sun, but she possessed a healthy beauty unlike that of Japanese girls. I was momentarily stunned, staring only at her full breasts.

"Report!" Sergeant Yuta reported to me.

I snapped out of my daze.

"Captain Zuo Yang, three military police officers killed and two wounded."

"Baka!" I grabbed the girl's chin roughly. "You, with your Chinese name, what kind of heartless person are you? You killed three Imperial Army soldiers!" The girl broke free of my grasp, her beautiful eyes flashing with cold, indignant light. I instinctively took a step back. "You dog of a

bandit, how many Chinese have you killed? I wish I could kill you all!" "Bastard

, you have quite the nerve. Take him away." I waved my hand.

Back in Gaoping County, it was already broad daylight, but there were still few pedestrians on the streets, and all the shops were closed. I figured the gunfire from the previous night had frightened them.

The military police brigade was located on the east side of Gaoping County, formerly the county government. A high wall surrounded the entire brigade within its compound. To the south of the brigade, a row of single-story buildings had been newly built; these were used to hold prisoners. Below the buildings was a basement, the military police's underground torture chamber.

To get the list of underground Communist Party members in the county from the girl, I had brought her into the torture chamber early that morning.

The underground torture chamber was gloomy and somewhat terrifying, which was exactly the feeling I wanted. I sat in a thick leather chair, casually resting my legs on the table. Two burly, shirtless thugs brought the girl in, and I could clearly feel her body tremble slightly.

I gestured for the thugs to let the girl sit on a stool in front of the table, but she broke free and sat down on the chair herself. I stood up and then sat down again, realizing this seemingly delicate girl might be difficult to deal with.

"Girl, do you know where this is?"

"Yes, this is a den of beasts."

"Damn it, girl, aren't you afraid at all, you're so young?"

"To drive you heartless beasts back to your hometown, I have nothing to fear about falling into your hands. At worst, I'll die."

"Oh my, girl, you're too naive. Don't you know that a girl, especially a pretty girl like you, can experience many things worse than death?"

The girl didn't say anything, but I clearly felt her body tremble.

"Girl, no woman can remain silent once she's in my hands. I'll show you someone first, maybe then you'll see the light." I decided to make an example of her, and tortured the female underground party member I had captured last week in front of her. She had been arrested because she was betrayed, and I used all sorts of torture on her, but she didn't confess anything.

A moment later, two thugs dragged in a young woman dressed in a pale white cheongsam, her body stained with blood, her eyes tightly closed. The cheongsam was tattered, but her beautiful figure and shapely white legs were still visible; she had indeed been a beauty before her torture.

The two thugs dragged the woman, her hands twisted behind her back, in front of the young woman. I stood up and pulled the woman's hair up.

"Sister Manxue!" the young woman exclaimed in shock.

The young woman struggled to open her eyes and cried out in despair, "Guilan... how could you... also..."

I stood up and laughed, "Very well, so you two know each other. How does it feel to meet again in the military police cell?" I laughed triumphantly.

"Pah, you beast!" Suddenly, the young woman spat a mouthful of bloody saliva in my face.

I took out a clean white handkerchief, gently wiped it away, and sneered, "Today is your last moment. If you don't speak up, I'll kill you here." I knew that there was an organization codenamed "Plum" operating in the county town, and many assassinations, bombings, and arms thefts in the city were related to them.

"Hang her up." I pointed at the young woman. Two thugs immediately dragged the young woman to the large rack on the left side of the torture chamber and tied her up. The young woman did not struggle but looked at me defiantly.

I went to the girl and said with a sinister smile, "Gui Lan, beautiful name, even more beautiful in person. Well, have you thought about what you're going to say?"

The girl named Gui Lan suddenly stood up from her chair and lunged at me. By the time I blocked her, five bloody scratches had appeared on my face.

"Damn it!" Two thugs pounced and grabbed the girl's arms.

I finally turned pale, stood up, and wiped my face with an alcohol swab, wincing in pain. "Hang this little wench up too!"

"Yes, sir!" The two thugs tied the girl to an iron pillar on the right.

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"Don't even think about it." The girl cursed.

I ignored her and went straight to the young woman named Shu Manxue who had been arrested last week.

Before her arrest, Shu Manxue was the owner of Rufeng Silk Shop, a place frequently visited by He Tianmei, the wife of Hirota, a member of the Special Higher Police. I believe the chemical weapons arsenal explosion was a secret leaked by Rufeng Silk Shop. After Shu Manxue's arrest, I led the military police to raid Rufeng Silk Shop. The shop's male owner, Shu Manxue's husband, was killed on the spot, while two employees resisted arrest and committed suicide. At Rufeng Silk Shop, I discovered an organization called "Mei" and many unposted propaganda posters detrimental to the Imperial Japanese Army. However, I did not find a list of "Mei" organization members, which led me to believe that Rufeng Silk Shop was merely a subordinate unit of "Mei," and that its superior, this exceptionally intelligent woman, must have known about it.

I approached the woman with a lewd grin and said, "Miss Shu, tell me, who is your superior? Who do you contact in the city? How do you contact them?"

The young woman just stared at me coldly without speaking. I had encountered this kind of cold gaze from Chinese women many times in this torture chamber, and each time I hadn't gained much. I didn't understand if these Chinese women's bodies were even made of flesh and blood. I remembered last time there was a captured female courier who was only eighteen or nineteen years old. She looked quite innocent and cute, but no matter how much torture I used, she wouldn't speak. Her entire body, including her armpits, soles of her feet, and the skin inside her vagina, was charred, but she still wouldn't talk. Later, I subjected her to electric shocks several times, inserting the stun gun into her vagina a good two feet deep, causing her vaginal fluid to splatter everywhere, and her whole body to twitch like noodles, but she still wouldn't speak. Finally, I spread her limbs and tied them to the iron bed, cutting her breasts piece by piece, dismembering her vagina and labia bit by bit. Before she breathed her last, she cursed, "The Japanese devils are all dogs." I still remember that vividly.

I stood smugly in front of the young woman, leering, "Miss Shu, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven soon." With that, I ordered one of my thugs to pull up Guilan's head on the right, letting her see how I was going to torment Shu Manxue.

I grabbed the young woman's blouse with both hands, licking my lips, and lewdly tore it down. With a soft "rip," the blouse was ripped to her waist, revealing her two mature breasts, like two large white steamed buns, right before my eyes.

The young woman closed her eyes. I looked at the girl, who blushed and cursed, "You beast!"

I stretched out both hands, one in each hand, and squeezed and kneaded the young woman's two round, large breasts like two melons. Her two incredibly elastic breasts were smooth and lustrous. I chuckled, "Miss Shu, how's your man these days?"

"Beast," the young woman cursed, but I wasn't angry. I slowly squeezed and kneaded them, and soon her two bright red nipples stood erect like strawberries. I lewdly took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it.

The young woman remained motionless, letting me play with her.

My mouth was on one nipple, while my other hand squeezed the other breast. A moment later, I discovered something amazing: a drop of milk was dripping from the milk duct of her right nipple. I grinned maliciously, raised my head, and squeezed both her breasts forcefully. Sure enough, milk was squeezed from both breasts. Now I understood. I lifted her chin and said, "Miss Shu, so you're breastfeeding. You must have another child. Tell me, where is she?"

The young woman, pale-faced, shook her head, "Beast, devil, I don't know."

I stopped playing with the young woman's breasts and summoned the military police to search Rufeng Silk Shop again.

When we returned to Rufeng Silk Shop, as expected, the seals on the shop had been broken; someone had already gotten there first. We found a basement in the back of the shop and, sure enough, discovered some baby supplies. This meant the baby from the fierce battle at Rufeng Silk Shop that day was still there. We were too late again; otherwise, we might have discovered the secrets of the "Plum" organization in this basement. I was puzzled as to why the baby didn't cry despite the intense gunfire.

Returning from Rufeng Silk Shop, it was late. I decided to interrogate the two women that very night.

All the lights in the torture chamber were turned on. I went to Shu Manxue's side. Perhaps my disappointed expression told her I had failed, because she looked at me with a sigh of relief. I grabbed her breasts and grinned maliciously, "Miss Shu, what I can't get from Rufeng Silk Shop, I'll get from your mouth."

With that, I tore open the bottom of her cheongsam, leaving the young woman only with a small pair of underpants covering her most intimate area.

I grinned maliciously as I slowly touched her smooth abdomen. Although she had given birth, her abdomen was still smooth and flat. I slowly slipped my hand inside her underpants, and the young woman twisted her body, which was tightly bound to the spread-eagle rack. I ripped her moon-white underpants off her fair and rounded thighs. The girl let out a moan and closed her eyes.

I carefully examined her genitals. The young woman's mons pubis was very full, with oval-shaped patches of dark, shiny pubic hair on either side of her plump labia. The labia were pressed tightly together, completely covering her vulva, making it appear at first glance as if there was only a small slit of flesh between the pubic hair.

I knelt down beneath the young woman, licking her long, smooth calves with my tongue, and slowly licking upwards.

The young woman was probably feeling some discomfort; she twisted her limbs and struggled to break free, but of course, she couldn't—her limbs were firmly bound to the rack. I slowly licked until I reached the darkest part of her white thighs.

With a lewd grin, I stretched out my thumbs and forefingers, pinching the young woman's two bright red labia and slowly parting them to reveal her tender pink vulva. I pressed the labia against the skin at the base of her thighs, and extended my middle finger, pushing upwards along the inner folds of the labia. The inner folds of the labia were slowly pushed open by my fingers. I licked the bright red clitoris, like a tiny red pearl, just emerging from the labia, just above the junction of the labia.

My tongue slowly licked upwards from below the labia. When I licked the clitoris, I clearly felt the young woman tremble slightly. The tiny pearl, the size of a grain of rice, transformed into a small grape under the stimulation of my tongue. The young woman's face began to flush, and a trickle of fluid flowed from her tender pink vagina, hidden beneath the two thin pink labia minora.

I pulled down my trousers and unhooked my rock-hard penis, just in time to see the girl with her eyes closed.

I aimed my penis at the young woman's vagina, spread her labia with both hands, and thrust it in forcefully. The warm, moist vagina tightly enveloped my penis. I grabbed the young woman's buttocks and pushed her genitals to the side, my penis pounding against her repeatedly.

The young woman, her beautiful eyes closed, suddenly cursed. Looking up, I saw her hands gripping the wooden sides of the vaulted chair with all her might. I increased the speed of my thrusting, but felt the young woman's vagina becoming increasingly dry.

The young woman's breasts swayed like two little rabbits. I bit one of her breasts with my mouth. The young woman's limbs were immobile; she could only desperately curse, "Beast!"

Finally, I ejaculated deep into her body. The young woman's entire white body was covered in sweat, limp on the rack. I pulled out my penis and walked towards the girl. The girl screamed and cursed, "Beast, don't come any closer!"

I went over and pulled her head up. The girl screamed desperately.

I said coldly, "Lick it clean." The girl turned her head away. I pried open her jaw joint and then ordered two thugs to hold the girl's head. Only then did I realize that the two thugs were already panting heavily, their lower bodies already erect.

The two thugs straightened the girl's head, and I lewdly pushed my penis into her cherry mouth. The white fluid entered the girl's throat, and the soft penis swelled again. The penis thrust against the girl's throat, making her eyes roll back.

"You beasts, you bunch of beasts! If you have the guts, come at me! Don't torture a girl!" the young woman yelled. Of course, I wouldn't listen to her; I just grinned maliciously and said, "You'll get what's coming to you later."

After dozens of thrusts, I finally ejaculated again, the scalding semen shooting into the girl's throat. When I pulled out my penis, the girl started vomiting.

I walked towards a room next to the torture chamber and said to the two thugs, "This young woman is yours." I went to the room and slowly washed the filth off my penis with water. At this moment, I heard men's panting and the young woman's pitiful cries coming from the torture chamber next door. It seemed that the two lustful men were making her suffer. I smiled knowingly. The young woman's vagina had become dry and narrow, and of course, it couldn't accommodate the two men's thick penises.

About half an hour later, I returned to the torture chamber. The young woman hung on the stretcher like a corpse, her long, beautiful hair plastered to her face, her naked body covered in sweat. I looked down at her groin; her pubic hair was clumped together with secretions and red and white filth. It seemed two burly men had forced blood out of her vagina, and the blood mixed with the filth was flowing stickily from inside.

I approached the girl's face, closed her joints, and grinned maliciously, "Gui Lan, how about it? Will you talk or not?" The girl looked grief-stricken and indignant, then gagged and gritted her teeth, cursing, "Beasts, worse than animals."

I grinned maliciously, "Then let's begin the next step. This is just the beginning."

Chapter 2

I moved to the young woman's side and ordered two thugs to splash her awake with cold water. The two thugs, having satisfied their urges, vigorously lifted two buckets of cold water and poured them over the young woman's body.

The young woman slowly opened her beautiful eyes as the cold water hit her. I grabbed her long hair and grinned maliciously, "Miss Shu, will you talk or not?"

"I won't tell you," the young woman replied calmly.

"Oh my, I'd like to see if your mouth is more powerful, or my torture device."

I decided to directly administer electric shocks to the young woman.

A black hand-cranked generator was carried to a large stand by two thugs. A red and a green wire were connected to the generator, with two small clips attached to the other end. I coldly pinched the young woman's erect left nipple, then lewdly clipped one clip onto her left nipple, and then clipped the other clip onto her right nipple. The young woman understood what I was about to do and cursed, "Beast."

I went to the power control panel and laughed, "Miss Shu, talk now. This electric shock isn't as easy as last time."

Seeing that she wouldn't speak, I grinned maliciously and slowly turned on the power.

The young woman's limp body suddenly tensed, and her breasts straightened up as if suddenly pulled up by someone's hands. Her whole body trembled slightly.

"How's it going? Not good, huh?"

The young woman remained silent as I slowly increased the power.

Her head began to sway from side to side, her hands clenched tightly, and her two white, jade-like feet began to spasm.

I increased the power again.

"Ah...ah..." The young woman finally let out a heart-wrenching scream, her entire body tensing up, her pretty face contorted horribly, her breasts heaving stiffly, and sweat dripping from her fair skin.

"Will you talk or not!"

"Ah...ah..." The young woman screamed violently, her eyes bulging forward horribly, as if about to pop out of their sockets, struggling desperately to break free from the torture rack.

When I increased the power to four-fifths, the young woman fainted. I turned off the power, and her stiff breasts softened, her fair, naked body covered in beads of sweat, as if she had just emerged from the water.

"See? Electric shock is so painful. Talk now, or it'll be your turn." I grinned maliciously at the young woman.

The girl named Guilan wasn't frightened by the young woman's miserable state.

I ordered my thugs to splash the young woman awake.

Two large buckets of cold water were poured directly onto the young woman's nipples, which were red from being clamped. About two minutes later, the young woman woke up. I grabbed her hair and looked at her pale, pretty face, saying, "Miss Shu, will you talk or not?"

"No..." The young woman's composure surprised me. I clamped a small clip back onto her left nipple, then removed the clip from the other nipple and connected an electrical wire to an iron rod about two feet long and two inches thick. The iron rod was covered with tiny particles. I grinned maliciously and picked up the iron rod, walking towards the young woman. The young woman seemed to sense my intention and twisted her body bound to the rack in terror.

I waved the iron rod in front of her and lewdly said, "If you don't talk, this iron rod will be inserted into your vagina."

"Demon, you filthy thing," the young woman cursed.

I knelt between the young woman's legs, lewdly prying open her swollen labia with my left hand, then forcefully thrusting the iron rod halfway in with a "whoosh."

"Ah..." the woman cried out in pain, then gritted her teeth.

I grinned maliciously at her, my left hand gripping her buttocks, and with my right hand slowly pushed the iron rod into her vagina. I saw the woman clench her teeth, her delicate brows furrowed, biting her lower lip several times in pain. Finally, the entire iron rod was inserted into her lower body, the wire at the base blending seamlessly with her thick pubic hair.

I went to the power controller, looked at the woman, and said, "I'll give you one more chance. Will you talk?"

"No... don't even think about it."

"Fine." I coldly turned on the power, this time immediately setting it to the limit of the torture I'd endured last time.

"Ah...ah..." The young woman's body arched forward violently, emitting an extremely violent scream. Her wrists and ankles were chafed and bleeding from the tightly closed iron buckles caused by her violent struggle. The iron rod, controlled by the stun gun, moved in and out, constantly rotating and churning deep inside her vagina. The young woman screamed miserably, sweat pouring down her body like rain. I slowly increased the voltage again. The young woman's head shook violently from side to side, the skin at the base of her vagina spasming violently and trembling rapidly. Her two white jade-like feet contracted and straightened intermittently. The piercing screams gradually turned into hoarse cries. Her beautiful hair was now completely covered with sweat, sticking to her once beautiful face, making it impossible to distinguish between sweat and tears. I turned the current to the highest level.

"Oh...oh...ah..." The young woman let out an extremely violent scream, the long trailing sound almost unbearable for me. A stream of yellowish, turbid fluid gushed from her urethra below her vaginal opening, reaching over two meters high. Then, a large amount of vaginal fluid seeped out from the gap between the iron rod and the vaginal wall. The young woman's body arched upwards and then went limp; she had fainted again.

I turned off the stun gun.

When I pulled the iron rod out of the young woman's vagina, a large amount of liquid flowed out, soaking a large area of the ground where her lower body, which was spread apart and bound, was covered.

I turned around and saw that the girl's eyes were filled with tears.

When the thugs splashed water to wake the young woman again, I realized that she could not endure such torture any longer. What I wanted was what was in her mouth, not her quick release. So I ordered the young woman to be taken back to the cell, and then I turned back to look at the girl.

The girl stared coldly at me. I told the two thugs, "Lock her up too. We'll interrogate her tomorrow." I knew my penis wouldn't get hard again today, so I'd enjoy the taste of a virgin tomorrow.

Chapter 3:

I ate breakfast with three of my men at the Jade Pavilion the next day.

As I came downstairs, gnawing on a chicken, the streets of Takahei were gradually filling up.

To my left was Kuroki-kun, a short, fat man in his thirties, originally from Hokkaido. To my right, with a menacing look and his hair slicked back, was Matsuki Ichiryo, my second-in-command. Behind me was Yagawa, from the same place as me—Honshu. He looked like a refined engineer, but he was actually a lecherous lunatic.

We were walking down the street, laughing heartily. Beside us, an elderly beggar with white hair and three children was begging for food from passersby. Judging from his emaciated face and the children's skin and bones, I knew they hadn't eaten in ages. I threw the half-eaten chicken on the ground. Yagawa, standing beside me, looked at me with a puzzled expression, not understanding why I'd thrown them the roast chicken.

As expected, the old beggar reached out his thin, claw-like hand to pick up the chicken, intending to give it to the children. Suddenly, I stomped hard on his hand, then crushed it, a cracking sound echoing.

The old beggar screamed and fell to the ground. Yagawa, realizing what had happened, laughed and stomped on the old beggar's chest. The four of us continued stomping on him. The old beggar's cries grew weaker and weaker. The three little beggars cried and tried to grab our feet, but I laughed, afraid their dirty hands would soil my pants, and stomped heavily on his chest before walking away. I knew the old beggar wouldn't live past tomorrow, because my last stomp had broken at least four of his ribs.

We laughed and walked away, knowing many Chinese were watching, some with hateful eyes, but none daring to approach. Although this was China, it was Japanese territory. It was unbelievable; their Chairman's army had been defeated by the Imperial Army, yet their non-governmental organization—the Eighth Route Army—was very active, humiliating the Imperial Army. I heard that Lieutenant General Abe Norihide, a mountain warfare expert known as the "Flower of Generals," had been killed by the Eighth Route Army in Shanxi. He was a relative of the Emperor, a fact that surprised me. Therefore, eliminating the Eighth Route Army meant finding and eliminating the underground Communist Party members in the city.

Around nine in the morning, after a hearty meal, the four of us returned to the underground torture chamber. Two thugs were already waiting there. The girl named Guilan was still bound to an iron post, and the entire chamber reeked of a pungent, erotic smell. Looking at the large, spread-eagle-shaped torture rack where the young woman had been bound the day before, I immediately understood the source of the odor: a large pool of viscous liquid had accumulated on the floor beneath the rack—the liquid flowing from the woman's vagina.

I approached the girl. After a night of being bound and suspended, she was a little weak, but her eyes still held an unyielding spirit.

I leered and reached out to touch her smooth face. The girl broke free and cursed, "Don't touch me, you robber!"

I leered and said, "Gui Lan, you only have two paths before you: either reveal the contact information for the underground party, or accept the comfort of the Imperial Japanese Army."

"Hahaha!" Several military policemen nearby let out lewd laughter.

I saw tears welling up in the girl's beautiful eyes, her cherry lips parted silently, then closed again, her fine, even teeth biting her lower lip.

"It seems the girl wants to accept the comfort of the Imperial Army." I leered and first took off my pants.

"Beast," the girl cursed.

I leered and then took off my underwear, my penis already hard as a raging snake. I moved my hairy legs to the girl's side, lewdly reaching for her chest, saying, "Since the girl won't talk, she must miss me." My hand was already inside her bra.

The girl, her face filled with grief and indignation, closed her beautiful eyes.

With a "rip," I tore open her bra, then her sleeves, revealing a white undershirt beneath. Her two shapely arms were now fully exposed, not very white but very delicate. I gently touched and kneaded her arms, feeling the fine hairs on her skin stand on end. Her cheeks flushed, and sweat began to bead on her small nose.

I lewdly tore her blue outer garment to shreds and threw them on the ground, then slowly and gently lifted her white undershirt from her waist upwards.

The girl's body trembled slightly, goosebumps covering her delicate skin. First, her flat stomach was revealed, followed by two

small, white, cone-shaped breasts. I lifted the undershirt and wrapped it over her head, then eagerly squeezed her breasts in my hands, one in each hand. I couldn't see her expression, but I could feel her body trembling.

The girl's breasts were small but incredibly elastic. I held them in my hands, caressing and playing with them, squeezing and turning them over and over. After a while, I started stimulating her flat, pink nipples that were pressed against her areolas. I pinched her left nipple, pulled it up, and then put it back down. In no time, it became erect like a grape. Then, I placed my hands on her arms, opened my mouth, and took her other, limp nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking it. I also thrust my penis against her thighs through her trousers.

"Beast, beast..." the girl cursed. After playing with her like this for a while, I tore her white undershirt open and threw it on the ground. The girl looked at me angrily, and tears finally rolled down her cheeks.

I chuckled lewdly and ripped open her belt. Her black linen trousers slid down and hung on her bare white feet. The girl's underwear was a small, light blue pair of briefs. I touched her smooth thighs and slowly moved upwards to her groin. Because her legs were tied together to the iron post, her lower body wasn't fully exposed. I used one hand to spread her smooth, white legs apart, then placed my right middle finger in the center of the briefs, and suddenly thrust it into the very center of her groin.

"Ahhh..." the girl suddenly screamed. My middle finger had only penetrated halfway into her briefs before it couldn't go any further. I lewdly pulled my finger out and said to the two thugs, "Bring out the torture bed."

The two thugs went into an inner torture chamber, while the others lewdly watched the girl, their genitals already erect.

A moment later, the thugs brought out the bulky iron bed specifically used for sexual acts.

The special feature of that iron bed was that once a young girl was tied up on it, she was completely at my mercy, and I could do whatever I wanted with her. There were two ring-shaped iron buckles on the upper sides of the bed to hold her wrists, and two more buckles at the bottom, which opened to the sides. Once fastened, the girl could no longer move. Even more ingenious was the iron plate holding her feet, which could be moved to the sides, allowing her legs to be spread as wide as desired. There was also a movable circular notch at the buttocks; when playing with the girl, the iron plate could be used to lift her buttocks from under her for easier manipulation. When used as a torture bed, an iron rod could be inserted from below to penetrate her vagina or anus—truly a two-in-one solution.

Now I ordered two thugs to untie the girl from the iron pillar and drag her onto the torture bed, pressing her face up. The girl struggled, but she was quickly bound tightly.

I lewdly spread her legs apart. The girl desperately tried to bring her legs together, but of course, she couldn't overcome the mechanical force.

Then I moved closer to the girl's thighs, leering as I pulled down her light blue panties. Now her most intimate parts were fully exposed before me, and I stared with a lewd grin.

Her pubic hair was dark but not thick, arranged in a semi-circle around her labia. I lewdly pinched her two delicate pink labia and pulled them apart.

"Beast... ah... beast..." the girl cried out in anguish, her head thrown back. Because of an iron ring around her neck, she couldn't see what I was doing to her lower body, but she could feel waves of stimulation. The

girl's vulva opened like a pink toad's mouth. I swallowed hard and gently stroked the base of her right pink labia with my right middle finger. The girl stopped her useless cursing, and I could feel the muscles around her vulva twitching.

I used both hands to pull her labia wide open, revealing two thin, pink labia minora clearly before me. The military police around us were already gathered, their eyes fixed on the girl's vulva.

I gently parted the two thin labia minora, revealing a crescent-shaped white membrane inside. I knew this must be the girl's hymen. I inserted my middle finger into the small opening in the middle of the crescent-shaped membrane. It was very tight and dry inside. I clearly felt the girl twist slightly. I lewdly withdrew my middle finger and bent down to lick and suck the girl's vulva.

The girl lay on her back without making a sound, letting me lick and suck. I licked the girl's tender vulva again and again until the entire vulva was slick and wet. The girl still didn't react, covered in my saliva. I finally couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened my penis, guided it to the girl's vulva, and then thrust it in with all my might.

"Ah..." The girl let out a long scream. Her body twisted on the torture bed. My penis was halfway in, with the other half still sticking out. I pressed my hands on the torture bed on both sides of the girl's waist and thrust my lower body to forcefully insert my long snake.

"Ah..." The girl's cries of pain grew louder and louder as my penis slowly slid into her vagina, centimeter by centimeter, until finally the entire penis was inserted into her narrow, dry vaginal canal. The warm, fleshy walls tightly enveloped my long snake, and I felt an immense sense of pleasure. I forcefully thrust and pounded into this virgin territory, fucking her until she fainted, before ejaculating inside her. Then, the girl was revived by the splash, and Kuroki continued. The girl screamed, her head repeatedly thrown back, her beautiful hair already soaked with sweat and sticking to her pretty face. As Kuroki manipulated her, the girl swayed like a piece of white flesh on the iron bed. When it was Matsuki's turn, the girl's vagina began to bleed. This blood wasn't from a broken virginity, but from the vaginal walls rupturing due to intense friction. Finally, one of the thugs played with her vagina while the other played with her mouth. By then, the girl could no longer scream. We only stopped gang-raping her after six hours. When the last man pulled out his penis, the girl fainted again, her thighs blooming like a vibrant peony.

Chapter 4:

Bucket after bucket of cold water was poured over the girl's naked, smooth abdomen and bloodied thighs. She only slowly regained consciousness after the fifth bucket.

I lewdly used the girl's pulled-down blue underpants to wipe the filth from her thighs. I saw the girl frown and remain silent.

The blue underpants gradually turned a reddish-blue, creating an unexpectedly beautiful effect. I leered and held the blood-soaked, reddish panties up to the girl's eyes, saying, "Guilan, this is all your blood. It's so beautiful. I must keep it."

I led the bloodstained panties into a room on the side of the torture chamber, my special storage place for such items. I opened a large iron box and placed the panties inside. The box already contained forty-five pairs of bloodstained panties; this was the forty-sixth, a symbol of my glorious achievement. The moon-white panties numbered forty-five, with a large red patch in the middle, belonged to the young woman named Shumanxue. The owners of these panties weren't necessarily virgins, but it at least proved that I had raped forty-six Chinese women in this torture chamber, something I was very proud of. I picked up the pink panties, numbered one. Their owner was a young teacher, only twenty-one or twenty-two years old. She had been arrested by the military police for posting anti-Japanese slogans at night. At that time, I was just an ordinary soldier. In this torture cell, she was gang-raped, then subjected to torture by Captain Longgang, including tiger kicks, waterboarding, branding with fire, and having barbed iron rods inserted into her vagina. The torture wasn't for a confession; the captain treated torturing this young and beautiful teacher as a game. After two days of torture, the girl died. Both her breasts were charred, and her beautiful vagina had turned a foul-smelling black, constantly oozing a faint yellowish fluid. After her death, I took her panties as my first collectible.

I returned to the torture cell; the girl had regained consciousness. I looked at her bloodied labia and grinned maliciously, "Girl, what do you say? Have you thought it through? Will you talk or not?"

The girl resolutely shook her head, which was indeed unexpected. I thought that a young girl like her, after witnessing the brutal torture of that young woman yesterday, would surely succumb to gang rape today. But she didn't seem to

feel that my authority had been challenged. So I ordered the thugs to tie the girl to the tiger-shaped stool. I refused to believe I couldn't pry her mouth open.

Two thugs dragged the girl to one side of the tiger-shaped stool, tied her arms in a straight line to the crossbar of the stool, and tied two ropes to her elbows and wrists respectively. Then a rope was tied around her waist. Next, her two round and strong thighs were tied to two long stools, with ropes tightly tied above her kneecaps. This way, if necessary, her legs could be spread apart, which was exactly what I intended. With

everything in place, I decided to torture the girl myself. A thug brought over a tray filled with iron needles of various lengths. I took out a needle about an inch long, grinning maliciously, and approached the girl.

"Girl, speak. You won't survive these torture instruments. Some you probably can't even imagine. It's not too late to tell."

"Beasts, I won't tell you. Only beasts could come up with these things."

"Bastard, it seems you won't know how tough it is until you taste some pain."

I pinched the girl's left breast with my left hand, flicking the pink nipple a few times with my middle finger until it was erect. Then I inserted the iron needle into the delicate milk duct of her pink nipple.

The girl's body jerked, she gasped, her eyes widened, but she didn't scream.

I grinned maliciously and slowly inserted the needle into her breast, rotating it little by little.

I slowly inserted the iron needle into the girl's breast until it was completely inside her head. I felt the girl seem to breathe a sigh of relief. I grinned maliciously and, without giving her a chance to catch her breath, picked up another iron needle, pinched her nipple, and suddenly shoved the needle into her nipple.

"Ah." This time, she tilted her head back and couldn't help but let out a short, painful scream. Beads of sweat began to appear on her pretty face. Two iron needles were inserted neatly into her breasts, with two beads of blood hanging from the tips of the needles protruding from her nipples.

I lifted the girl's face and said, "Girl, tell me, you can't take it."

"Pah, robber."

"Alright, then what should I give you down there?" I said deliberately slowly, but my eyes were already fixed on her lower body.

The girl seemed to realize my intention and shrieked, "Shameless."

I ordered two thugs to pull the torture racks binding her legs apart. The girl's thighs were now exposed to my eyes. I lewdly put on a pair of gloves, took out a pair of tweezers from the torture rack, squatted down, parted her labia with my left hand, looked at the bloody mucous membrane in her vagina, then closed it again. Then, I used the tweezers to pinch a shiny black pubic hair on the left side of her vulva and pulled it down. The girl's lower body stiffened, but she didn't speak.

I pinched a few pubic hairs near her labia and slowly pulled them up. The flesh of her vulva was pulled up along with it, and her buttocks rose with the pull. I leered and pulled hard.

"Ah..." the girl cried out in pain. When her buttocks returned to the torture device, I had a small tuft of dark, shiny pubic hair in my tweezers.

"Will you talk or not?"

Silence answered me. I pinched the girl's pubic hair again and again. Soon, her dark forest turned into a desert, looking like a chicken that had just been skinned. Tiny bleeding points covered her plump vulva, and her hair was already soaked with sweat and stuck to her face.

"Will you talk or not?" I asked again.

"I don't know," the girl said firmly.

I took another needle from the tray. "Where this time?" I muttered to myself, constantly searching for a target on the girl's body.

The girl looked at me in terror, not knowing where my next target would be. For some fragile girls, this action could cause them to break down from psychological tension, but clearly this girl was not.

My hand finally stopped at her vulva.

"Will you talk or not? If you don't, I'll pierce your clitoris."

"Devil," the girl cursed again, but still wouldn't speak.

I leered and used my left hand to press her labia upwards, revealing the small, glistening, pink clitoris, about the size of a mung bean. I leered and aimed the needle

at her clitoris. I gently touched the tip of the needle to the head of the clitoris.

"Ah..." the girl cried out in terror.

I grinned maliciously, aimed the needle at her clitoris, and then thrust it in violently.

"Ah...ah..." the girl screamed piercingly, desperately tilting her head back, her thigh muscles contracting violently, her hands clenching tightly, her naked body writhing pitifully on the rack, the wooden frame creaking.

I leered and pulled the needle out slightly before inserting it again, shaking it from side to side.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's screams continued. I pushed the needle deeper into her clitoris. She screamed and fainted. The needle was firmly embedded in her clitoris, like a piece of mutton.

Cold water plunged her into extreme pain again.

"Will you talk?" I grabbed her long hair, soaked with sweat and tears.

"No..." The girl weakly uttered a single word, which greatly displeased me. I ordered two thugs to bring out the generator. I decided to electrocute her. Two wires were connected to the needles in her nipples, and I turned on the power. The girl

immediately arched her body. At first, she didn't scream. I slowly increased the current.

"Ah..." A long, heart-wrenching scream burst forth. The girl's body was completely arched. She desperately flailed her hair, causing the rack to shake.

"Will you talk?" I demanded fiercely, but she still didn't answer.

Ten minutes later, I turned off the power.

With a "thud," the girl landed back on the torture rack, gasping for breath, her chest heaving.

"Looks like you won't talk unless I teach you a lesson."

I pulled out an iron rod from the torture instruments, as thick and long as a flashlight. The rod was covered in small granules and hollow in the middle. I grinned maliciously and attached an electric wire to the back of the rod, ordering two thugs to spread the girl's legs as wide as possible. Then, grinning maliciously, I parted her labia and, with a "squeak," shoved the iron rod into the girl's genitals, which had just been gang-raped, until I couldn't go any further. The girl's pretty face turned pale with pain, but she still showed defiance.

I suddenly turned on the power.

"Ah..." A scream burst out, and the girl's whole body arched upwards. Her limbs struggled aimlessly, her two beautiful eyes wide open as if trying to break free from their sockets.

"Will you talk or not?"

"Ah...ah..."

I increased the current.

"Ah...ah..." I suddenly saw the girl's labia flutter, her lower abdomen contract, and a clear stream of water spurted out, spraying the face and head of the black-clad man watching the execution. The girl had lost control of her bladder.

I turned off the power after the girl fainted.

The girl hung limply on the rack.

I pulled the iron rod out of the girl's vagina, and as before, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out. The viscous, fishy-smelling fluid slid out of the girl's vagina.

Buckets of cold water were poured over the girl's body, and she finally slowly woke up.

"Gui Lan, will you talk or not?" I said slowly in a sinister voice.

"No..." the girl managed to say with all her might.

I turned and ordered two thugs to place an iron basin on a stove, add some water, and then throw in some chili peppers.

Then I turned around and had Kuroki and Songmu drag the girl from the tiger-shaped rack to two iron pillars about a meter apart. I tied one foot to each pillar with a rope and hung her upside down on the rack, her legs spread wide, her hands tightly bound behind her back.

I found a vaginal dilator in the torture instruments, grinned maliciously, and inserted the iron device into her vagina. I slowly turned the screw, and the two iron plates slowly opened to the sides, revealing her bright red vagina more and more clearly. I grinned and kept turning the screw; the vaginal opening had been dilated to more than 8 centimeters. For a young girl who had never given birth, this was the limit of her vaginal muscle contraction; any further opening would tear her vagina. I didn't want to do that now. After I'd had my fill of her, if I didn't tell them, I would.

Kuroki took a flashlight and shone it inside the girl's vagina. Tiny blood clots and various mucus were clearly visible on the folds of the vaginal mucosa, and deep inside, her red, slippery cervix was also visible.

By this time, the hot water in the iron basin had boiled. I grinned maliciously, scooped up a spoonful with a spatula, and approached the girl, saying, "I'll ask you one more time, will you talk or not? If you don't, you'll never be able to have children again."

The girl's beautiful eyes were filled with tears of humiliation, and she didn't speak. I grinned maliciously and poured the scalding chili water into her vagina.

"Ah...it hurts...ah..." The girl's two jade-like legs struggled and twisted desperately. I saw her vagina contracting through the speculum, and urine gushed out again like a fountain. When I poured the second spoonful of chili water into her vagina, the girl fainted. Looking at the girl hanging upside down on the rack, unconscious, I knew that my first interrogation was a failure. If I continued, she would die. So I stopped the interrogation, ordered the thugs to give her appropriate treatment, and then took her back to the torture cell.

Chapter 5.

I walked out of the torture chamber. The sun was high in the sky, its rays scorching. Didn't it symbolize the zenith of the Imperial Japanese Army? I smiled smugly. Although I hadn't gotten what I wanted, I still felt great from the release of my sexual desire. On the way, we passed a comfort station. Kuroki, Matsuki, and Yagawa went inside.

The comfort station had two layers. The outer layer housed Chinese women captured from various places, while the inner layer housed Japanese military women. Of course, these military comfort women were utter trash in my eyes compared to the women in the prison cells. Kuroki and the other two all had lovers among the military comfort women; I didn't understand how they could still get hard.

I wandered aimlessly through the streets, and the Chinese people all kept their distance from me. As I turned into a small alley, I suddenly felt something was wrong. Before I could turn around, I was struck hard on the back of the head, and then I knew nothing more.

I don't know how much time passed before I slowly woke up. I found my hands were tied behind my back and my eyes were covered with a black cloth. I didn't know if it was day or night. I knew I had been kidnapped by the guerrillas in the city, and I knew my chances of survival were slim. I turned my head.

"Behave yourself." A sweet female voice came from beside me.

I thought it was just one person and was about to speak when I heard the woman say, "Sister Jing, why haven't you killed him yet? He has violated so many of our sisters."

Another woman's voice rang out, "Manxue and Guilan are still in their hands. I'm going to use him to negotiate with the Japanese."

Hearing this, I realized I had been kidnapped by the "Mei" organization, and this girl named Jing might be their leader.

I was kept there for the next two days. On the third day, I was knocked unconscious again. When I woke up, I was in the military police headquarters. Of course, Manxue and Guilan had been released.

The highest-ranking commander in Pingyang County, Brigade Commander Nakamura, gave me a severe scolding. This was not due to my dereliction of duty but because of my incompetence. According to the military police regulations, a military police captain cannot go out alone.

Thus, our army and the Eighth Route Army fought each other with victories and defeats, but we never captured any more underground party members from the "Mei" organization. Autumn arrived on the plains in the blink of an eye.

The sycamore trees in the military police compound had begun to turn yellow and shed their leaves, and the autumn wind brought a chill. Our military police unit had all changed into yellow nylon uniforms.

One morning at the end of October, the headquarters suddenly summoned all commanders for a meeting. When I arrived at Nakamura's headquarters, the captains of the first, second, third, and fourth regiments, and Chen Huzi from the plainclothes team were all present. It turned out that, in order to cooperate with the superiors in sweeping away the regular Eighth Route Army troops, Captain Nakamura would lead his troops to sweep through the villages surrounding Pingcheng, while I, of course, would stay behind in the county town. The special regiment would also remain behind. My task was to eliminate as many underground party members in the town as possible while the main force was sweeping away the Eighth Route Army. Based on past experience, the enemy already knew our sweep targets before we even began our sweep; I really didn't know where they got their intelligence.

On the morning of November 1st, I dressed in civilian clothes and hid at the east gate exit. The other three gates were all closed due to wartime conditions, and everyone leaving the city had to be checked. Since the underground Communist Party needed to deliver intelligence, this was the gate I had to try my luck at.

At 9:10 AM, I lay behind a sandbag wearing sunglasses. Four Imperial Army soldiers and four puppet troops were checking me. Looking through a gap in the sandbag, I saw a young woman in a red cheongsam, her hair in a bun, carrying a small leather bag, gracefully walking towards the city gate. I lit a cigarette and lay back down. The woman was indeed beautiful, but I didn't recognize her at all.

Two soldiers stopped her. "What are you doing here?"

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Sir, my aunt in Hudong Village is ill. I'm going to see her."

"Check."

The woman raised her hand, and the two soldiers smiled maliciously and began the check.

I felt like I'd heard her voice somewhere before, but I couldn't quite place it. I looked around; this wasn't a search, they were touching the young woman in places she shouldn't be. Yet, the woman didn't yell or curse. I immediately became suspicious; she wasn't like a typical Chinese woman! "Maybe she's a prostitute," I thought. The soldiers finished searching her, waved, and the woman left the city gate, disappearing into the distance.

I lay back down, then suddenly a thought struck me: "Yes, that's her, the girl named Jing."

I jumped up like my pants were on fire. The soldiers beside me were momentarily confused.

"Chase her! That woman!"

I drew my pistol, and several soldiers followed behind me. Chaos erupted at the city gate; many people took advantage of the confusion to escape, but I didn't care anymore.

The young woman probably knew she'd been discovered; she pulled a pistol from her purse and opened fire. One Imperial soldier and two collaborators were hit first.

The Imperial soldiers on the city wall also began firing. I yelled, "Take her alive!"

*Thud!* The young woman running ahead suddenly collapsed to the ground. I knew it must be a soldier from the city wall who had shot her in the leg. We slowly surrounded her. Several more gunshots rang out, and we lay prone again. After a while, I suddenly felt the woman's gun stop firing. I looked up and saw her lying in a ditch, fiddling with her gun.

I suddenly realized, "She's out of bullets! Charge! Take her alive!"

Several soldiers beside me roared and pounced. Suddenly, gunfire erupted again, killing three soldiers who had just gotten up.

"How cunning! She tricked me into thinking she was out of bullets." We exchanged fire for a while, and the woman's gun fell silent again. This time, I dared not move rashly. I lay prone for a while longer, but still nothing. I gently nudged one of the collaborators: "You, go check on her."

The collaborator, though reluctant, slowly went over.

"Captain, she's out of bullets!" came the cry. Only then did I get up and move towards the woman.

The young woman lay prone in the pit, a bullet having struck her calf. Her flesh-colored nylon stockings beneath her red cheongsam were soaked with blood. She had smashed her gun with a stone, refusing to leave us any weapons. This was the indomitable will of a soldier from a backward nation. At that moment, I felt this people could not be conquered.

Two Imperial soldiers grinned as they tried to seize the woman, but two of their fingers were bitten off. The two soldiers screamed in pain. I struck the woman on the back of the head with the butt of my rifle, and she lost consciousness. That morning, I hastily treated her gunshot wound and took her to the torture chamber.

The woman was bound to an iron post, and a bucket of cold water was poured over her unconscious body. She slowly awoke, and several high-intensity electric lights shone on her face.

I approached the young woman and asked, "What's your name?"

"Li Xiuying."

"Nonsense." I grabbed her long hair and fiercely demanded, "Look carefully, who am I?"

The woman opened her captivating eyes, finally recognizing me before cursing, "Beast, I should have killed you long ago!"

"Too late, Miss Li, your name should be Li Jing," I said coldly.

The woman remained silent.

"Alright, Miss Li, whatever your name is, I think you'd better tell us all about your city, otherwise..."

"Pah, beast...don't even think about it."

"Strip her naked." I waved to the two thugs.

The two thugs, laughing lewdly, tore open the young woman's cheongsam, then her bra and a small pair of panties. The woman's alluring body was completely revealed before my eyes. Her skin was white and tender, remarkably well-maintained; she appeared to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old. Her breasts stood high on her white, firm skin, like two inverted bowls, pointed and perky. Two pink nipples, distinctly colored, adorned her tender areolas. Her symmetrical breasts accentuated the deep cleavage. Her smooth abdomen was flat and flat, suggesting she had never given birth, without an ounce of excess fat. Below her flat stomach, a thick, dark, shiny pubic hair formed an inverted triangle, evenly distributed on her mons pubis. Her mons pubis was very full, slightly protruding, almost more like a virgin's than a virgin's.

The young woman watched indifferently as the two thugs stripped her clothes off. It seemed she knew what we would do to such a beautiful woman, as if it were us, not her, stripping her naked. I began to feel again that this kind of woman was not easy to deal with.

I approached the naked young woman with a lewd grin. I knelt down and, grinning maliciously, wedged my hand between her legs, digging my fingers directly into the crevice of her pubic hair. The woman merely frowned.

I inserted my fingers about an inch, stirred them a few times, and then pulled them out; my fingers were still dry.

I pulled my fingers out, and, grinning savagely, ordered two thugs to tie the young woman back to the torture bed where I had bound the girl months before. The young woman's wrists were tightly bound in iron rings, and then her two jade-like legs were also tightly bound to the torture bed. I lewdly spread her legs with my hands, then put my head above her vulva, lewdly parting her thick black pubic hair, revealing a thin slit in the middle like a small groove before my eyes. I lewdly pinched one of her labia with one hand. Her labia felt really good. The two tender pink labia were spread apart in my hand at the base of her snow-white thighs. I stretched out two fingers together and inserted them into her red and tender vagina, which was covered by two thin labia minora. My two fingers slowly slid down her warm and tender vaginal walls and entered her vagina little by little.

The young woman's legs twitched slightly at the base. I knew she was enduring my humiliation, but this was, after all, a woman's most sensitive spot. I increased the speed of my thrusting with my two fingers, pulling them out and inserting them again, until they were deep inside her vagina. The young woman gritted her teeth and endured it. After about twenty minutes of this, I felt my fingers being moistened by a fluid deep inside her vagina. Then I added another finger, and the three fingers struck her vagina heavily, while my thumb rubbed and massaged her clitoris. Under my constant stimulation, the clitoris above the junction of her labia gradually hardened, becoming the size of a pea. The young woman kept her eyes closed, seemingly unresponsive, but her increasingly moist vagina told me that she was a woman, a normal woman. I thrust in and out rapidly dozens more times, then pulled out my fingers. Her vagina was completely wet, and the bright red clitoris stood erect at the base of her legs.

I chuckled lewdly, pulled down my pants, and aimed my already throbbing penis at the rosy opening. With a sudden, forceful thrust, "plop!" my entire shaft slid into the young woman's vagina. The walls of her vagina were just the right size, perfectly gripping my penis tightly within her warm passage, giving me unparalleled pleasure. My hands grasped her breasts, my lower body thrusting incessantly. The quiet torture chamber echoed with "plop! plop!" The slippery vaginal walls rubbed against my glans. As soon as I entered her vagina, I pressed against her clitoris. My penis swayed back and forth deep within her vagina, trembling intermittently. Lubricating vaginal fluid flowed from her vulva, running down my thighs. As I thrust in and out, I gazed at the young woman. The young woman's eyes were tightly closed, her snow-white teeth biting her lower lip, but her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her breasts bounced with each thrust. I thrust wildly a few more times and then pressed myself tightly against her white body, my penis pressed firmly against her vagina. I felt my glans tremble, and my semen gushed out, all of it shooting deep into the young woman's vagina. I got up, and the young woman's labia were wide open, revealing everything about that mysterious place. Then the two thugs gang-raped the young woman. The torture bed creaked and groaned with the two thugs' manipulation, and the young woman's two snow-white thighs bounced back and forth. It was almost noon when the two thugs finally finished, and I took them to have lunch.

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