[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - Part 3

page views:1 Publication date:2023-06-02

Chapter 12

I came to Xiao Lan. This beautiful female prisoner seemed to have become even stronger after being raped, which I did not expect. I generally think that there are two kinds of views on chastity among Chinese girls. One is that they completely collapse after being raped, and the other is that they become very difficult to deal with, and it is difficult to get them to talk even with the most severe torture. The girls I have encountered in the past two years all belong to the second kind.

I reached out and touched her genitals, separating her bloodied labia. I knelt down and pulled her labia majora upwards, exposing her clitoris from the folds of her labia majora. I gently rubbed the tender, translucent clitoris with my right index finger. The girl trembled slightly, trying to twist her body to get away from my hand. After rubbing for a while, the clitoris became slightly erect. I used a small clamp to hold the base of the clitoris, then took a silver needle from an iron box on the ground. The girl stared at me with wide, terrified eyes. I put the needle into a nearby stove. Two minutes later, I took it out, held it between a cloth and my right hand, and grinned maliciously. I used my left hand to squeeze her clitoris out with the clamp, then slowly pressed the reddened needle against her clitoris.

"No…" the girl screamed, twisting her genitals. I stopped and asked, "What, want to confess?"

"…"

I inserted the needle tip into her clitoris.

"Ah...ah..." The hot, sharp needle pierced her most sensitive and tender spot, and she screamed in agony.

I rotated the needle and slowly inserted it towards the base of her clitoris. The hot needle stuck to the tender flesh of her clitoris, tearing the skin as I inserted it.

"Ah...ah...no..." The girl twisted her lower body desperately on the rack, struggling in vain. The muscles of her lower abdomen and inner thighs were taut with pain. I inserted the needle all the way into her clitoris, scalding the tender pink clitoris to a grayish-white. Sweat covered the girl's pretty face. To my surprise, she didn't urinate. I pulled out the needle and said, "Clamp her nipples."

Two thugs picked up two pairs of flat pliers from the torture instruments on the ground and clamped her two erect nipples.

"Will you talk?" I asked.

The girl shook her head.

"Clamp!" I commanded.

The two thugs pressed the pliers.

"Ah..." A long, agonizing scream escaped her lips. The girl's chest heaved upwards, her two pink nipples crushed and squeezed outside the iron clamps. She fainted from the pain.

I turned and said, "Take this girl to the inner room." Two thugs dragged the girl into an inner torture chamber. The stone door slammed shut. The inner chamber was separated from the outer chamber into two separate torture rooms. The inner chamber was small and poorly equipped, containing only a torture bed and four iron pillars. This was a special chamber I had set up specifically for dealing with die-hards; any female prisoner who entered it was either dead or maimed.

I ordered the thugs to spread the girl's limbs and tie them to the four rectangular iron pillars. They tightened the ropes, suspending the girl at a height of about 1.5 meters. Her face was up, and her soft, white buttocks were exposed before my eyes. Then, a bucket of cold water was poured over her.

The girl slowly regained consciousness. I said, "Miss Xiao, will you confess or not? No woman who enters this special torture chamber will refuse to confess."

Xiao Lan closed her eyes and did not answer me.

I grinned maliciously and said, "Miss Xiao, we'll make you confess." With that grin, I took out a thick iron rod about two inches thick and 1.7 meters long from the torture instruments. I grinned maliciously and came to the girl's beautiful buttocks. The two thugs understood and spread the girl's two round and plump buttocks apart. I grinned maliciously and pressed the end of the iron rod against the girl's anus and forcefully inserted the iron rod.

"Oh..." the girl groaned, her genitals immediately bulging upwards. With another push, her genitals were fully erect. I inserted the base of the iron rod into the ground beneath her buttocks. The ropes binding her limbs were tightly bound, and due to her own weight, the iron rod inserted into her anus was slowly pushing further in. The girl struggled to shake her head, moaning softly, her long, beautiful hair falling down. I approached her, looking at her contorted face, and said, "Miss Xiao, we haven't started yet, there's still time to say it."

"Pah, you beast."

My face turned pale. "Stubborn thing."

I took a bottle from a large iron box beside me, and a piece of cotton from behind. I poured the liquid from the bottle onto the cotton, then took the cotton to the girl's genitals. I parted her labia and slowly inserted the cotton into her vagina, leaving some outside.

"Miss Xiao, let me let you taste the pleasure of a 'yin lamp'." I lit the lighter and slowly brought it closer to the girl's genitals.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The girl's lower body suddenly tightened, and she let out a long, mournful cry. The alcohol-soaked cotton stuffed inside her vagina was ignited, and the pale blue flames immediately scorched her thick pubic hair, which burned and curled under the flames. Then came the delicate skin of her vulva, and blisters appeared on her labia.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's white, naked body wailed, struggled, and writhed pitifully on the rack.

"Will you talk or not? If you do, I'll stop."

"Stop...stop...ah...ah..."

"Say it."

"Ah...no...no..." The girl shook her head desperately, uttering some indistinct sounds. Time passed slowly, and each time the alcohol-soaked cotton was about to burn out, I used tweezers to pull a little cotton out of the girl's vagina. The burning of her genitals lasted for eight minutes. The girl fainted amidst her cries of agony, her head drooping heavily, sweat and tears dripping from her long, flowing hair.

I pulled the cotton out of her vagina. All the pubic hair around her vulva was burned off, and her delicate skin was covered in blisters of varying sizes. Her labia were burned a dark brown, oozing a pale yellow fluid.

I ordered my thugs to splash cold water on the girl to wake her. Two buckets of cold water were poured over her head and genitals, and she regained consciousness after about a minute.

I asked, "Miss Xiao, does it hurt? Tell me your code, and your superior's."

The girl's naked body glistened with oil. Her breasts trembled as she gasped for breath, her lips quivering but she remained silent. I ordered my thugs to bring a brazier with a branding iron on it. I picked up one of the red-hot irons and walked to the girl, looking at her breasts with their nipples crushed. I slowly approached her left breast.

"Ah..." the girl cried out in terror, twisting her body to try and escape. I pressed it hard against her areola.

"Ah...ah..." The girl let out two sharp screams in succession, her body stiffened, and she fainted.

I removed the branding iron and threw it into the fire, leaving an unsightly scar on the girl's white breast. I lit a cigarette, truly unable to understand what kind of belief supported such young and beautiful girls to remain silent under such severe torture. A faint belief rose in my heart: "With people like this in China, wanting to destroy it is simply a pipe dream."

The girl woke up again, and I grabbed her hair and said menacingly, "Miss Xiao, are you going to talk or not? Otherwise, I'll torture you to death."

The girl didn't make a sound, only panting and looking at me coldly.

I took out a long object made of two iron plates from the torture device. In the middle of the two iron plates, there was a screw that could open the two iron plates to the sides and a supporting iron. I pulled apart the girl's two slippery labia that were oozing yellow fluid, and then used a needle to nail the two labia to the inside of her white thighs. Fresh blood flowed from her labia. I inserted the two iron plates that were tightly joined together into the girl's vagina. When the cold iron plates were inserted into her vagina, the girl's body moved and she involuntarily gasped.

I looked at the girl's pale yet still beautiful face, pale from the torture. Sweat was seeping from her forehead, and her hair clung tightly to her head in strands. Perhaps due to the coldness of the metal plates, she struggled to lift her head, trying to see what I was doing to her genitals.

I grinned maliciously, "Miss Xiao, speak up. No girl has ever survived this. It will stretch your genitals open until they tear apart."

The girl didn't speak. I turned the screws on the metal plates, and the two plates were slowly stretched open parallel to the inner walls of her vagina. One of the thugs used a flashlight to illuminate the girl's genitals, clearly revealing the tender, red flesh deep inside her vagina. Some of the folds were still covered with white semen and small blood clots. The girl's vagina was gradually stretched into a small, round hole. The girl gritted her teeth and didn't speak.

I rotated the metal plate, and when the girl's vagina was stretched to five centimeters, she finally screamed. It started as a soft moan, then turned into a heart-wrenching scream—the hysterical cry of a woman who could no longer control herself. Her labia were stretched to their limit, slowly tearing open. First, the lower part of her vaginal opening tore, a thin red line flowing down her vaginal opening towards her anus and then dripping down the metal rod inserted into her anus.

"Will you talk? Will you confess or not?" I demanded fiercely. The girl struggled violently, her head snapping back, screaming in agony. Her vaginal opening widened, stretching to ten centimeters, allowing my hand to slip inside. Her upper vaginal opening also began to tear, and I could clearly see her pink cervix through the two metal plates.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The girl writhed wildly, her naked body writhing, blood flowing from the corner of her mouth—her bitten tongue.

I watched the girl writhing and widened her vaginal opening again.

"Ah...no...don't...I...I can't take it anymore, stop...stop."

I stopped with a smile and sneered, "Speak, Miss Xiao."

The girl gasped, "I...I don't know."

Realizing I'd been tricked, I cursed fiercely and then turned the iron.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's screams grew more and more agonizing. When her vagina was stretched to 15 centimeters, her labia began to tear open, first her mons pubis, then her entire pubic bone, blood gushing out like a fountain. The girl's beautiful eyes widened, her pretty face turning deathly pale.

"Will you talk or not?" The girl didn't respond at all. Furious, I pulled a red-hot branding iron from the furnace and shoved it into her vagina, pressing it against her cervix.

"Ah...ah..." The girl screamed twice in extreme agony, her head drooping again. I knew this time she would never wake up again.

Looking at the girl's beautiful corpse with its two firm breasts, I cut them off at the root, removed the nipples, and placed them on a tray. I ordered two thugs to carry the tray out of the inner torture chamber.

Chapter 13

I personally carried a bucket of water and poured it over Zhang Feng's naked body. Lying on the torture bed, Zhang Feng slowly awoke from the cold water. I kicked her vagina, which had just been penetrated by an electric baton. Her snow-white thighs and the two red labia were still limply turned to the sides. Thick black pubic hair was scattered haphazardly around her vulva, some still clumped together with blood and mucus. I walked to her head and grinned maliciously, "Miss Zhang Feng, have you made up your mind? But let me show you Xiao Lan first."

Zhang Feng raised her head, and I ordered the thugs to bring the tray with Xiao Lan's two breasts to Zhang Feng's eyes.

"Beast!" Zhang Feng's body trembled, her pretty face turned deathly pale, and she screamed.

I squeezed one of her breasts in my hand and said, "This is the result of her not confessing. What's the point?"

The purplish-black blood flowing from her breast immediately stained my hand crimson.

Zhang Feng glared at me without saying a word, but from her hateful gaze, I could tell that if looks could kill, I don't know how many times I would have died already.

I chuckled lightly, washed the blood off my hands with water, and went to the rack, saying, "Miss Zhang, I admire your courage. A group of young girls daring to go against the Imperial Army, and even achieving such great results, is truly astonishing. However, your days will not last long, the Imperial Army..." "

Pah!" Zhang Feng gathered all her strength and spat at me, which I dodged.

Zhang Feng said, "Beasts, you will never be able to eliminate 'Mei.' 'Mei' can never be killed off, because behind them is the entire Chinese nation, while you are only killing one less. 'Mei' has already eliminated many Japanese beasts, and is still eliminating them now, and will continue to eliminate them in the future, until they are all driven out of China." After saying this, Zhang Feng looked at me and smiled contemptuously.

"Damn it, Miss Zhang, it seems you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin." I harshly ordered the thugs to untie Zhang Feng from the torture bed and drag her to a flat iron bed. I spread her limbs and pressed them against the four iron buckles extending from the edge of the bed, fastening them tightly. Then, I used a leather strap to tightly bind her flat abdomen to the iron bed. I took out two inch-long iron nails, went to the girl's front, pinched one of her perky breasts, and aimed the nails at her pink nipples. I picked up a wooden mallet with my right hand. With a "thud," I slowly drove the nails into the girl's breast.

Zhang Feng's limbs were fully extended, her body trembled, her head swayed from side to side, her long, beautiful hair, covered in sweat, fell from her head, and she let out a suppressed groan of pain. The nail slowly pierced into her bright pink nipple, which then indented inward.

"Will you talk or not?"

"..."

The nail was completely driven into the girl's nipple, and she fainted.

Her white chest was covered in sweat.

I ordered the thugs to wake the girl, and then I switched to her other breast.

The girl looked at me with some fear as I reached for her other breast. I squeezed her fair and full breast, feeling that this time I had hope, but soon the fear in her eyes was replaced by a resolute and hateful gaze.

I drove the iron nail into the girl's other nipple.

The girl's body writhed on the torture bed. I shook the iron nail from side to side, and this time she couldn't bear the pain any longer and let out a sharp scream. The iron nail in the girl's breast destroyed her breast tissue, and her breast collapsed flat. I pulled out the iron nail, and two spurts of blood immediately gushed from the girl's two nipples. The girl fainted again from the pain.

This time I went out for lunch. When I returned to the torture chamber in the afternoon, the girl had regained consciousness. I looked at her pale face and said, "Miss Zhang, have you made up your mind?"

Zhang Feng shook her head slightly and said, "You won't get any secrets out of me."

I smiled and said, "Then let's continue and see if your bones are harder or my torture instruments are more powerful."

This time I decided to try a different approach. I ordered my henchmen to clean the girl's body. I went to the inner torture chamber, and a while later I came out carrying a large basin of paste-like substance. I grinned maliciously and held the basin of paste in front of the girl, lewdly saying, "Miss Zhang, talk now. If you don't talk, the torture instruments we're going to prepare for you are unique to Japan. Although they're not very painful, they're extremely unbearable, especially for a beautiful girl like you."

The girl was unmoved by my words and simply turned her head away. I grinned maliciously and said, "If you don't talk, I'll fill all the 'holes' in your body with stuffing."

I saw a tear roll down the corner of the girl's eye, but she still wouldn't confess.

I ordered two thugs to help. They pried open the girl's labia, and I took a pincushion from the torture instruments. With my left hand, I smeared paste on her vaginal opening, and then with my right hand, I forcefully used the pincushion to push the paste-like substance into her vagina, saying, "Miss Zhang, speak up, otherwise it will be difficult to remove this stuff once it dries."

The girl didn't speak, but I could tell from the trembling of her inner thighs that she was very nervous. The paste-like substance was slowly pushed into her vagina, until the entire basin was filled. I have to admit that the girl's vagina had a considerable capacity. Her labia were completely forced open, and I could see the paste inside through the gaping labia. Perhaps due to the contractions of her vagina, some of the paste was squeezed out, but it quickly stopped coming out because the paste-like substance had dried. It was a liquid adhesive from Japan; once inserted into the vagina, it dried and absorbed all the moisture from the vaginal surface, while the substance itself hardened and expanded.

I looked at the girl and said, "Miss Zhang, what do you say? Will you talk or not?"

The girl's face flushed red, and she screamed, "You beast, you're not human!"

I said, "Miss Zhang, when did I ever say I was human? If you don't talk, there are even less human ones."

"..." The girl fell silent.

Seeing that the girl wouldn't confess, I prepared another large basin of medicine. This time, I stuffed it into her urethra. I first used two thin iron rods to push into her urethra, then forcefully pried it open to both sides, turning the girl's urethra into a small, round hole. I stuffed it in forcefully.

The girl could no longer control her miserable screams. I finally filled her urethra completely, so that no more fluid could drain from it. The suffocating feeling combined with the bloating pain could drive a woman mad.

I grabbed the girl's hair and grinned maliciously, "Girl, talk now. In a little while, you'll be begging me to take those things out because you can't stand it anymore."

Despair flashed in the girl's eyes, and she didn't speak. I touched her stomach, which was gradually swelling up. I knew that those things were working. I said to the two thugs, "Miss Zhang, just call me when you're ready to confess." I left the torture chamber.

The soft, bright sunlight felt warm on my skin. I made myself a cup of tea; I'd fallen in love with green tea since coming to China, and it really was quite good.

I summoned Kuroki, Matsuki, and Yagawa to play cards at the military police station. As evening approached, after dinner, I remembered my task in the torture chamber. I went to the chamber and was shocked by the girl's horrific state. Her face was flushed red, and she was writhing on the torture bed, her lower abdomen bulging high, emitting distorted screams.

I spread her legs and inserted two fingers between her vagina and the adhesive, feeling around for a while. I said to her, "Miss Zhang, now you know being a woman isn't easy, right? So, are you going to talk or not?"

"No! Ah...no..." Zhang Feng sobbed.

I looked at the girl's protruding belly and said, "It must feel terrible not being able to pee, right? Confess now, and everything will be fine."

Zhang Feng lay on the torture bed, her body writhing pitifully. I leaned closer to look at her parted labia, which were swollen and bluish. I stomped on her swollen abdomen.

"Ah...ah..." Zhang Feng screamed, panting heavily. Her limbs convulsed, and tears streamed down her pretty face. After just a few stomps, the girl collapsed, her limbs lying limply on the torture bed, just panting. "Will you talk or not?"

"No...no..." The girl's stubbornness surprised me.

"You bastards, force-feed me water."

Two thugs pried open the girl's mouth and shoved an iron funnel into it, then poured a large bucket of cold water over her head.

With screams of agony, the girl's belly grew larger and larger. After the cold water was poured in, the girl, with her large belly, looked like a pregnant woman.

"Will you confess or not?"

The girl remained silent. I ordered two thugs to pick up a long bar, and they stood on either side of the torture bed, pressing the bar against her lower abdomen.

"Initiate the torture." At my command, the two thugs immediately pressed the bar down forcefully.

"Ah...ah..." A scream escaped her lips as the bar rolled and squeezed against her smooth, white abdomen.

"Ugh..." Cold water gushed from her mouth with each powerful press.

A stench filled the torture chamber with a "hiss." I saw a stream of yellowish-brown liquid flowing from under her buttocks; I knew her anus had been forced open by the intense abdominal pressure, and feces were spilling out.

The girl's beautiful eyes were wide open, her limbs spread out like a frog's, her gaze unfocused.

"Will you talk or not?" I twisted her two tortured breasts.

The girl didn't speak.

"Press harder." I ordered the thugs.

The two thugs, shirtless, forcefully pressed the bar down with all their might.

"Ouch...ouch...ah..." The girl suddenly let out a long, agonizing scream, followed by a gasp, and a mouthful of bloody liquid spurted from her cherry lips.

I immediately recognized it as her crushed internal organs and hurriedly tried to stop her, but it was too late. The girl's head tilted to the side and slumped down, a twisted smile on her pale face.

I had failed again.

That night, I began interrogating the male prisoner, but again, I got nothing. I had him killed in the torture chamber. The trail to the "Plum" organization had gone cold again. I released the student named Wang Ping and made him my spy.

Chapter 14

Summer 1943 was approaching, and June was already quite hot. For the past three months, guerrilla activity had been frequent. First, a military train transporting weapons to the mountains was attacked; then, Hu Da'er, a member of the plainclothes unit, was assassinated at the gate of the plainclothes unit in the city; and today, three military police suddenly disappeared. This series of events left me overwhelmed. The next day, the bodies of the three military police were found in the moat. They had been hacked to death, and all three had their penises cut off. It seemed the "Mei" organization was retaliating.

Just as I was about to impose martial law in the city, an order came from the provincial capital: a new round of summer mopping-up operations had begun. This operation was unprecedented in scale. Regimental Commander Nakamura mobilized all the Imperial Army and puppet troops in Pingyang, and also requested two machine gun companies and an artillery company from the brigade. Our military police unit also directly participated in the mopping-up operation in Pingyang, while the defense of Pingyang was handed over to a company of puppet troops.

At daybreak on June 28th, Pingyang City was sealed off, with no one allowed to enter or leave. In the early morning, hundreds of Imperial soldiers lined up on the city's parade ground. Battalion Commander Nakamura gave us a speech, and we set off. Our mission was to assist the Second and Third Divisions of the provincial capital in blocking traffic to Yunshan while simultaneously sweeping through the Panjia Mountain area.

Around 7 a.m., we arrived at Zhoucun. The village was eerily silent. I led the military police into the village first.

We broke down several doors but found no one, no livestock, not even a chicken. I ordered the military police to burn down their houses. Instantly, thick smoke billowed, flames soared into the sky, and the entire village was engulfed in flames. We continued our advance and arrived at Xiaoliuji, located at the foot of Panjiashan Mountain. It was nearly noon, and everyone was exhausted and thirsty. All the villages along the way were deserted, and all water sources were blocked. I knew the villagers must have gone up the mountain to hide, and their homes had been cleared of iniquity. My military police unit was the vanguard of the main force, so we had to stop and eat our dry rations. Kuroki and Yagawa went into the village to find food themselves.

About ten minutes later, two sharp gunshots rang out, and the military police immediately rushed to the sound.

Yagawa fell to the ground, a bullet having struck his head. Kuroki continued firing into a thatched hut. Just as Kuroki and Kuroki approached the hut, they heard something fall inside. They rushed over, only to be met with two bullets fired from inside, one hitting Yagawa in the head. I waved my hand, and the military police dispersed to surround the hut.

"Bang! Bang!" Two bullets fired from inside, taking down two of the surrounding soldiers.

I waved my hand again, concentrating all firepower on the front door, riddling the wooden door like a honeycomb, causing it to droop. We roared and charged inside.

The room was in disarray. A figure dressed in black lay on the ground, wearing a black conical hat. A bullet had struck his shoulder, and half his body was stained with blood. He clutched a pistol in his hand. A soldier turned him over.

"Captain, she, she's a woman."

I walked over, and sure enough, the dark figure was a woman, a young and quite beautiful woman. Her hat had been removed, and her long, flowing hair was cascading down. A soldier was pouring water from his canteen onto her head. A gift!

The woman slowly woke up and immediately turned to look for her gun. Two soldiers pinned her hands down. I pulled her hair and said, "Who are you? Why did you fire at the Imperial Army? Where are the villagers?" The woman

stared at me with wild eyes and didn't speak. I looked at her bulging breasts and lewdly said, "My soldiers must be eager to comfort the girl."

I smiled and told my men, "She is yours now."

The military police immediately carried the girl out. Then her limbs were spread apart and tied to four pillars nailed to the ground. Then a soldier couldn't wait to tear off her bra. In just a few moments, her bra was off. She wasn't fair-skinned, but her breasts were pointed and perky. Then, amidst the girl's curses, her trousers were torn open, and then her underwear was pulled down. The girl screamed and struggled desperately as several soldiers took turns thrusting their penises into her pubic hair.

The soldiers laughed wildly and thrust, the girl's screams growing increasingly agonizing. Her body swayed with each thrust, her breasts bobbing incessantly. She had been gang-raped to death. After the gang rape ended, I used a knife to cut off large chunks of flesh from her breasts and buttocks for our lunch.

In the afternoon, we set off again, this time venturing into the mountains. Here, the mountains were interconnected, with deep ravines running between them, and the slopes were covered with pine trees.

I was leading the military police up a hillside, cursing my bad luck. Aside from that girl, we hadn't encountered a single person. Just as we were about to reach the top, a burst of gunfire erupted from our right. Several military policemen on the right were killed. I immediately ordered my troops to charge to the right. A cacophony of explosions and gunfire erupted. Then, I suddenly heard a baby crying from behind the hill. I immediately understood what the gunfire on the right was about—there must be civilians behind the hill, and the guerrillas were trying to lure us to the right. I yelled orders for some soldiers to continue charging to the right, while others rushed up the hillside and climbed over. Sure enough, over a thousand civilians were hiding in that narrow ravine.

Colonel Nakamura, having received my message, immediately led his main force over, surrounding the ravine and setting up machine guns on the hillside.

I led a small squad of military police down and dragged some young wives and girls from the crowd, causing immediate chaos.

"Gah, gah, gah." The machine gun mounted on the mountaintop roared. I reached the end of the crowd and saw a slender woman with her back to me. I reached for her hand, but she suddenly turned around. I felt she looked familiar. With a slight smile, she suddenly pulled the pin on a grenade and hugged me. I was terrified. It was Shu Manxue. My mind went blank. The two military police officers beside me had already run away.

Two minutes later, the grenade didn't explode. Shu Manxue threw the grenade at my head. I turned my head, flipped her legs, and pinned her to the ground. The two military police officers ran over and twisted her legs. I pulled her hair up and smiled, saying, "Miss Manxue, we meet again. Take her away."

There were 54 young women brought out from the ravine, including Shu Manxue. Nakamura leered at them one by one, making admiring "Yo-hee-hee" sounds. Then, he brandished his sword, and all the soldiers drew their guns and pointed them at the people in the ravine.

The villagers in the ravine, perhaps sensing their impending doom, began to climb upwards. Nakamura waved his hand, and gunfire erupted. Those climbing fell in pools of blood; over 1,400 people lay dead. Our military police, bayonets in hand, checked again, stabbing any survivors. Kuroki, using his bayonet, lifted a nursing infant from a woman's arms, laughing as he spun it across the bayonet. Bright red blood flowed from the blade, and the surrounding soldiers laughed. What followed was a mass rape. Except for Shumanxue, 53 young women and wives were stripped naked, surrounded by more than twenty men. The women's screams echoed down the hillside.

Chapter 15. On

the morning of June 29th, we continued our advance into the Panjia Mountain area.

The first company of puppet troops, who had been scouting ahead, engaged the enemy at the high point of Baota Mountain but were forced to retreat within minutes.

Upon learning of the setback suffered by the puppet 1st Company, Captain Nakamura was furious, berating them as idiots and incompetent fools who couldn't even take a small hill. He immediately ordered the artillery to bombard the high ground of Pagoda Hill.

The artillery fire cleaved trees, overturned mounds, and filled the air with choking smoke. Ten minutes later, the 2nd Company, under the command of Company Commander Yamaguchi, launched a fierce attack on Pagoda Hill.

Waving the Rising Sun Flag, their bayonets gleaming, and carrying mortars

, the Imperial soldiers charged aggressively towards the summit. I, Captain Nakamura, and several other company commanders stood on a small hill at the foot of the mountain, able to see clearly without binoculars. When Yamaguchi's 2nd Company reached the summit, they were met with fierce resistance; grenades and machine gun bullets rained down like a downpour. Yamaguchi held out for seven minutes before succumbing.

Everyone knew they had encountered the main force of the Eighth Route Army in the Pingyang area. Nakamura concentrated two companies and simultaneously deployed the artillery company to the attack front, with mountain guns firing horizontally and mortars firing from above. The bombardment was extremely fierce. The earth trembled, and large trees, even those with tender branches and leaves, were snapped in half or uprooted. Dust billowed everywhere. Ten minutes later, the shelling stopped, leaving the hilltop deathly silent except for burning branches.

Captain Nakamura looked through his binoculars for a while, then suddenly burst into laughter. Based on the military knowledge he had acquired from the Army University, the density of this shelling was so high that it was impossible for any living creature to survive on this small hilltop of only twenty square meters.

Yamaguchi's company regrouped and cautiously charged forward again. This time, Yamaguchi's company was once again pinned down in a depression near the summit, unable to move. Enemy grenades had inflicted heavy casualties on our troops.

Captain Nakamura anxiously glanced at his watch; it was nearly noon. This small high point on Pagoda Hill had held our army hostage for a full four hours. Now, even we had to admire the Eighth Route Army's tenacity.

Nakamura withdrew from Yamaguchi Valley, and the battle fell silent.

Nakamura summoned all the company commanders to discuss the reasons for the failure. He had always believed in the power of steel and couldn't understand why, despite having a significant advantage in manpower and weaponry, they couldn't breach a small enemy hill. (Later reconnaissance revealed that the enemy defenders were a reinforced platoon of 45 men from the Eighth Route Army of the Pingyang Military Region. To cover the safe retreat of the main force and headquarters of the military region, they had stubbornly resisted our attack with heavy casualties, thus causing the mopping-up operation to fail.)

After discussion, they finally came up with a "driving sheep to ambush tigers" plan.

More than 50 young women were herded up the hill naked, and our soldiers, hiding behind them and holding bayonets, drove them up the hillside. In an instant, the hillside was covered with white, jade-like bodies.

The hillside was silent; the battle seemed to have suddenly stopped. As they approached the summit, Captain Nakamura's small eyes flashed with a cunning light.

The women climbed uphill, weeping. Suddenly, one of them shouted, and I vaguely recognized her as Shumanxue. She turned and lunged at the soldiers behind her. Chaos erupted on the hillside as the women suddenly charged at our soldiers like madmen. I guessed my valiant Imperial soldiers were terrified and retreated in panic. At the same time, Shumanxue plunged into the ranks of soldiers, followed by a deafening explosion. She must have detonated a soldier's grenade.

"Damn it!" Nakamura cursed furiously. He ordered no retreat and opened fire on the hilltop. The women were engulfed in the shelling as our troops charged upwards, shouting slogans of loyalty to the Emperor.

After fierce fighting, the Yamaguchi company finally broke through to the top of the hill. Apart from more than twenty corpses, the enemy had voluntarily abandoned the hilltop position. I climbed up the hill and saw Schumann's body. Her naked body was tightly embracing a soldier, a large, bloody gash blown open in her chest and abdomen. Around her lay the bodies of five Imperial soldiers, clearly she had taken a soldier's grenade with her and died together, the five soldiers being collateral damage.

More than twenty corpses were scattered around the hilltop, all in firing positions. One enemy soldier had a large gash blown open in his abdomen, his intestines hanging out. One of his hands seemed to be trying to stuff his intestines back into his abdomen, while the other hand was still tightly gripping the trigger. That horrific scene is deeply etched in my mind. It was then that I knew we were destined to fail.

I was walking on the hillside when Company Commander Yamaguchi was four meters ahead of me. A blood-soaked corpse of an Eighth Route Army soldier lay there. I suddenly noticed something odd about the corpse's posture. Before I could realize what was wrong, the body suddenly grabbed Yamaguchi's leg, and I quickly dropped to the ground.

"Boom!"

Yamaguchi disappeared before my eyes, a piece of shrapnel grazing my face.

"Damn it!" I ordered the military police to finish off each corpse.

This kind of army…it's terrifying.

On June 30th, we entered the heart of the Panjiashan Mountains. The Panjiashan Mountains stretched over 300 li deep, surrounded by mountains, making it difficult to find the Eighth Route Army hiding there.

At noon, we entered a small mountain village. We hadn't held out much hope, but surprisingly, we found over a dozen elderly people and a pregnant woman in the village. Adhering to the principle of "kill all, burn all, loot all," all the houses in the village were set on fire. Fifteen elderly people, regardless of gender, were stripped naked and tightly bound to fifteen tree trunks. Nakamura, I, and the dozen or so squad leaders began to compete in marksmanship. Our targets were the elderly people's penises and withered, sagging breasts.

"Bang!" Squad leader Nakamura's first shot accurately struck the first old man's penis. The old man screamed and writhed on the tree trunk, struggling. The surrounding soldiers erupted in cheers.

Nakamura handed his Type 38 rifle to a squad leader and said, "Shoot him in both legs. I want him to die slowly."

The squad leader's bullet accurately struck the old man's left knee. The old man slumped limply on the tree trunk. I smiled, took the squad leader's gun, and fired three shots, hitting his right knee and both shoulders respectively.

Then, laughing as we fired, breasts and penises blossoming like flowers under the bullets. By noon, all fifteen men were finally dealt with. At a command, the pregnant woman was dragged up by two soldiers, crying. Captain Nakamura's lecherous gaze was fixed on the pregnant woman's high, protruding belly. He ordered two soldiers to make her walk around the open ground a few times. Under the threat of bayonets, the pregnant woman, with her round belly protruding, walked comically like a penguin; she looked like she was about to give birth.

"Hurry up, hurry up," Nakamura glared, whip in hand, constantly urging her on.

The pregnant woman, covered in sweat, struggled to move around the open ground, cradling her belly with both hands. The surrounding soldiers were amused by the pregnant woman's comical appearance and laughed heartily.

After playing around for a while, Nakamura, perhaps thinking of something, whispered something to a platoon leader of the second company.

The squad leader smiled and accepted the order, returning shortly with a large cooking pot and a wooden frame shaped like the Chinese character "干" (gān). Several men pushed the frame into the ground, and the cooking pot was filled with water. Two cooks began boiling the water.

As the water boiled, Nakamura ordered the pregnant woman to be dragged up. Two soldiers pulled her towards the frame. The pregnant woman seemed to sense something was wrong and struggled, begging Nakamura to release her. Nakamura gave a cold laugh and kicked her hard in the stomach. The pregnant woman screamed. I saw a trickle of bright red blood flowing from her trouser leg.

The pregnant woman was bound to the frame, her hands pulled apart and tightly tied to a horizontal beam at the top. Then, two soldiers forcefully spread her legs and tied her feet to the sides of the horizontal beam at the bottom of the frame.

Nakamura walked over with a cold smile and personally stripped her naked.

Now the pregnant woman was naked before us. Her two enormous breasts, like overripe pears, hung from her chest, her nipples somewhat dark, suggesting she was a woman who had already given birth. Her round belly obscured her pubic hair. Nakamura smiled and reached his hand over her lower abdomen, then down to the groin between her thighs. The

pregnant woman's body tensed suddenly; I think Nakamura's hand had probably touched her most sensitive area.

"Demon, you inhuman beast!" the pregnant woman cried out.

Nakamura withdrew his hand and waved to the squad leader.

"Yes, sir!" The squad leader snapped to attention, fixed his bayonet to his rifle with a click, put the knife in his mouth, and walked smilingly to the pregnant woman.

Then he took a bowl of hot water from the pot and poured it over the pregnant woman's two enormous breasts.

The scalding water caused the pregnant woman to let out a painful groan.

The squad leader took a knife from his mouth, lifted the pregnant woman's left nipple with his left hand, and with a swift movement of the knife in his right hand, sliced open half of her left breast. Blood gushed out, and the pregnant woman writhed, letting out a horrifying scream.

The squad leader reached into the half-cut breast and turned out the yellow fat along with the torn fascia.

The pregnant woman's face turned ashen with pain, screaming in agony. Half of her body was already stained crimson with blood from her breast.

The squad leader pinched the drooping half of the severed breast with his left hand, and with his right hand, he repeatedly cut the flesh of the pregnant woman's lower breast. After about five minutes, amidst the pregnant woman's screams, he completely separated her left breast from her chest. The pregnant woman fainted from the pain. The squad leader threw the severed breast into a pot, where the plain water immediately turned red and then blackish-white.

After waking the pregnant woman, the squad leader cut off her other breast in the same way, leaving two horrifying, bloody holes in her chest. Her face turned pale from blood loss. The squad leader slapped her several times to bring her back to consciousness. Then, the squad leader began to cut open the pregnant woman's abdomen. Captain Nakamura, myself, and several other squad leaders watched with great interest.

The squad leader touched her swollen belly, pressed the bayonet against it, and pulled downwards forcefully. The pregnant woman screamed, and a white mark appeared on her taut skin. Blood seeped from the mark, forming a thin red line. This time, the blade only cut through the surface of her skin, not her abdomen.

The pregnant woman screamed pitifully, twisting her body and begging Captain Nakamura for mercy. Captain Nakamura, of course, ignored her and ordered the squad leader to continue.

The squad leader pressed the blade against the white mark he had just made and pulled downwards again.

"Ah..." The pregnant woman let out a bloodcurdling scream. Her abdomen was finally ripped open, blood gushing out and staining the squad leader's hands crimson. All the organs inside the pregnant woman's abdomen spilled out and dragged on the ground. The large red section was blood-red intestines, the abdominal fascia connected to the stomach, and next to it was a purplish-red liver. At this moment, the pregnant woman could only breathe slightly. The squad leader threw the knife on the ground and reached both hands into the pregnant woman's abdominal cavity, pulling out the uterus and other organs that remained inside. The pregnant woman's eyes turned grayish-white, her long eyelashes fluttered, and then she closed them.

The squad leader pulled out the pregnant woman's uterus from the pile of organs on the ground, then picked up the knife and cut it open. A pink fetus was taken out. The little life was still writhing in the squad leader's hands, making cat-like cries. The squad leader grinned cruelly and threw the fetus into the pot. The cries stopped abruptly.

Then, the pregnant woman's liver, heart, and other organs were removed one by one from her chest and abdominal cavities. The fragmented parts were thrown into a pot. We then removed the pregnant woman from the wooden frame, laid her face down on the ground, and cut off two large chunks of flesh from her buttocks and several chunks from her thighs. At 2 PM, a pot of human flesh soup was ready. Captain Nakamura, I, and several squad leaders ate with relish. The remaining soup was shared by the Imperial soldiers, but the puppet troops refused to drink the human flesh soup, and several even vomited on the spot. Captain Nakamura immediately executed those puppet troops who vomited and then lectured the remaining puppet troops, saying that being merciful to the enemy was being cruel to oneself, and that the Chinese people could not be treated as human beings; they were livestock, pigs, and dogs.

Chapter 16:

Just as the mopping-up operation continued, an urgent telegram arrived from Pingyang City, reporting rampant guerrilla activity within the city and requesting immediate reinforcements. Captain Nakamura knew that this was an attack by the guerrillas to contain us, but he still had to send some of his troops back to Pingyang, because Pingyang was our base. So my military police and the Empire's Second Company returned to Pingyang. The Second Company almost lost its entire force in this sweep, suffering heavy losses. The squad leader who wielded the knife was promoted to acting company commander. His name was Jiro Kaku.

Back in Pingyang, I immediately summoned He Jinlong, the captain of the puppet army. It turned out that as soon as our troops left the city, the guerrillas began operating within it. They had blown up two of our armories and attacked the Dongguan police station, seizing their weapons. Knowing the seriousness of the situation, I immediately declared martial law and prepared for a city-wide manhunt. Just then, my carefully laid plan came into play. Wang Ping secretly reported to me that he had successfully infiltrated the progressive students' organization and learned that an important Eighth Route Army cadre would be passing through Pingyang on July 8th. The "Mei" organization and the Pingyang guerrillas would meet him at the Dongmen station. Although I didn't know the cadre's appearance or gender, this was undoubtedly encouraging news. Today was July 7th, which meant tomorrow.

I summoned Jie Chuan, He Jinlong, and Li Daxian, the new captain of the plainclothes team, and explained the situation to them.

Li Daxian, a dark-skinned, thin man with triangular eyes, spoke first. He tucked the pistol slung across his back behind him, took his black hat in his hand, and bowed obsequiously, saying, "General Zuo Yang, I think we should completely surround the station."

I chuckled and shook my head, saying, "Mr. Li, surrounding the station won't work; the high-ranking Eighth Route Army officers will escape."

"That's right, that would alert them. If they realize this is a trap, it won't be easy to find them again." I patted He Jinlong's shoulder approvingly.

Then I beckoned to them and explained my plan.

On the morning of July 8th, I got up, did some waist-twisting exercises, quickly ate breakfast, and rushed to the top of the three-story ticket office at the station. Several sergeants and Jie Chuan were already there. From the top floor of the ticket office, one could observe the entire station. From there, I could see a coal train parked on the first track. The coal in the train had already been emptied, and hundreds of soldiers had been lying in ambush there overnight. More than 30 puppet soldiers were also hiding in several empty rooms at the station's east exit, along with many plainclothes officers disguised as people from various trades. I believed that once the target appeared, they would have no chance of escape.

At 9:00 AM sharp, the train from the provincial capital arrived on time. I watched all suspicious people through my binoculars.

At 9:10 AM, a suspicious person appeared.

It was a middle-aged man, wearing a long robe and sunglasses, carrying a large wooden box, clearly not an ordinary merchant. Then, a tall, beautiful woman in a cheongsam came out.

The middle-aged man placed the suitcase on the ground, surveyed the area around the station, then picked it up and headed towards the west exit. I was certain he was looking for his contact, and since he was unfamiliar with the terrain, meaning he'd never been to Pingyang before, this guy was definitely that Eighth Route Army cadre.

I gave the order to move out, and several plainclothes officers pounced on him. The man, realizing something was wrong, pulled out a gun from his waist and fired two shots at the two plainclothes officers in front of him, knocking them to the ground. The station erupted into chaos.

The man ran west, seemingly trying to climb over the railway tracks.

I quickly fired two signal flares into the air and rushed downstairs. Hundreds of soldiers, acting on impulse, poured out of the west carriage. I shouted, "Take them alive!"

The middle-aged man froze, seeing the large number of soldiers pouring out of the carriage. The plainclothes officers behind him surged forward and twisted his arms.

I walked up to him with a smug smile, and before he could speak, I punched him hard in the face. Blood gushed from his nose. He stared at me coldly, then suddenly kicked my penis. The pain almost made me vomit, and I doubled over like a shrimp, clutching my genitals for a while before I could catch my breath.

"Whoosh!" I drew my military knife and lunged at him.

"Bastard," the middle-aged man cursed in Japanese. I froze.

The middle-aged man broke free of the two plainclothes officers and came before me, looking at me coldly. He then pulled a small notebook from his pocket and said, "Sir, do you know how grave your mistake is?"

I instinctively opened the notebook. It read, "Black Dragon Society Special Envoy to the Provincial Capital." Tucked inside was a note. I opened it and immediately realized the enormity of my error. The note was from the provincial commander, the superior of my superior, Nakamura: "Army General Staff intelligence expert, Harukawa Keiichi, is here to carry out a secret mission. Do not interfere with any of his actions." It was indeed a handwritten letter from the commander. I immediately felt a deep sense of respect. I knew how serious my mistake was. At that moment, I thought of that beautiful woman. Could it be her?

I grasped Qingchuan's hand, repeatedly apologizing for the misunderstanding. At noon, I hosted a welcome dinner for him at Liuxianlou, the largest restaurant in Pingyang, to help him calm his nerves. In the afternoon, I explained the troop deployment and area divisions for this sweep, and then showed him our military police's underground torture chamber. Pointing to the iron bed with a hole in the middle, I said, "This is specifically for torturing female Eighth Route Army soldiers who refuse to confess. The iron rod extending from the middle can be inserted directly into their vaginas, reaching their uteruses." Then I asked him if he wanted to see it; I could go out on the street and grab a woman to experiment on. Qingchuan waved his hand, saying he didn't need to this time; he had drunk too much at dinner and went to bed early.

In my daze, I suddenly heard a loud bang, followed by a series of loud bangs. I felt the bed shake violently, almost falling off. I quickly got up and saw flames shooting into the sky at the station. A military train carrying supplies to the sweeping troops in the mountains was engulfed in flames. My mind went completely blank.

I stepped out of the courtyard and bumped into Jie Chuan, who hurriedly reported that Qing Chuan was missing.

"What?" I sobered up completely.

"Damn it, damn it!" I glared at Jie Chuan. I knew I'd fallen for Qing Chuan's trick; he was definitely an Eighth Route Army cadre, and the real Qing Chuan was probably already dead. This proved Wang Ping's intelligence was accurate.

"Seale the entire city!" I ordered through gritted teeth.

Fifteen minutes later, He Jinlong reported, and the puppet troops guarding the east gate reported that Qing Chuan had left the east gate twenty minutes ago, saying he was going to scout enemy positions.

"Bastard!" I swung my knife and smashed a small tree beside me, trying my best to calm myself down. I knew I had failed again.

Two weeks later, Nakamura's mopping-up operation returned victorious. Of the nearly 1,400 men who set out, only a little over 900 returned, demonstrating the intensity of the operation. Walking in the middle of the column was a group of prisoners, about twenty in total, each with their hands bound behind their backs.

Nakamura reported the results to the provincial capital: 400 enemy soldiers killed, two main battalions of the Eighth Route Army defeated, and the Pingyang guerrillas essentially annihilated, which greatly aided the friendly forces in this large-scale mopping-up operation. This, of course, did not include the number of Chinese killed.

A week later, Nakamura was transferred to the provincial capital, while I was promoted to commander of Pingyang. I knew that defending Pingyang was no easy task; the guerrillas were still quite active. As a new commander, and because the train bombing had caused me to lose face, I decided to deal with those twenty-odd prisoners of war first.

Inside an eight-meter-high wall covered with barbed wire, the twenty-odd prisoners of war were brought out, surrounded by heavily armed military police. I stood in front of them, leading a large wolfhound.

A smile flashed across my face as I pointed to two tall prisoners. Four military police escorted them out.

I ordered the two men to be tied to two wooden pillars under the left wall. They struggled as my men secured them. I took a military policeman's Type 38 rifle and attached the bayonet. The two prisoners understood what I was about to do and began shouting slogans like "Down with the Japanese invaders!" I ordered the military police to strip them naked.

I grabbed my rifle and stabbed one of the prisoners hard in the abdomen.

"Ah..." a long, agonizing scream rang out: "You little devil, I'll never forgive you! Twenty years from now, I'll be a hero again... Ah..." I twisted and pulled the bayonet from the prisoner's abdomen. Blood spurted out. The other prisoners began to stir, lunging forward as if prepared to fight to the death. Those in front were already wrestling with the military police—something I hadn't anticipated.

The machine gun mounted on the wall swept down the prisoners of war rushing at them. One prisoner who had lunged forward was impaled by the bayonets of four military policemen. The remaining three prisoners were tied to other wooden posts. I continued practicing bayonet drills on this prisoner, stabbing him repeatedly in the thighs, calves, arms, and abdomen. The prisoner was covered in blood, still screaming. I plunged my bayonet below his navel and then ripped it open, spilling his internal organs. The screams ended there, his intestines still writhing on the ground. I dug out his liver and threw it to my dog, then ripped out his heart. For the remaining four prisoners, I brought over a dozen large wolfhounds, which tore them to pieces. I breathed a sigh of relief after dealing with the prisoners; leaving them there was a waste of food.

The elimination of the Pingyang guerrillas and Mei had always been a thorn in my side, and I knew I wouldn't feel at ease until they were gone. On the fifth day after my promotion to commander of Pingyang, I sent out invitations to social elites, gentlemen, town mayors, and company commanders, inviting them to a celebration at Liuxianlou on July 28th. On

July 28th, when the guests were all gathered, I suddenly led a large group of men to surround Liuxianlou. Then, I carefully checked all the invitations and told them the banquet had been moved to Wangyuelou in the north of the city. This was my tactic to lure Mei out; whether it would succeed depended on luck.

As the crowd thinned, two young women caught my attention. Besides the two women, there were two other young men. The two women sat together at the innermost table, while the two men sat at the central table.

As the military police approached, two men suddenly stood up. Before the police could react, they pulled out twenty rounds of ammunition from their clothes and fired in rapid succession. Four military policemen fell. The military police at the door quickly returned fire, their machine guns mounted on motorcycles riddling the two men who tried to rush out.

I shouted, "Don't panic! Take them alive! This time they can't escape!"

Gunfire erupted from inside the building. I blocked the two women from rushing out. My plan had finally succeeded. I laughed triumphantly, "Stop resisting! Come out and surrender! You can't escape!" There was no movement inside. I ordered the military police to rush in. Another burst of gunfire killed two more. After several rounds, the building fell silent. I guessed they were out of bullets. A dozen or so military policemen's corpses lay across the doorway.

"Quick, capture them alive, don't shoot!"

The military police rushed into the building. The two girls wrestled with them. I initially thought these two delicate girls would be easy prey, but the military police couldn't even get close to them. Their fighting skills were unexpectedly high; four military policemen had already been knocked to the ground, one of whom appeared to have a broken bone.

Their jumping ability was remarkable. I felt one of them looked very familiar. After thinking carefully, I realized she was the girl in the cheongsam I'd seen at the train station that day. The girl's face was flushed with sweat, and I couldn't help but wonder what was under their clothes, momentarily lost in thought. It wasn't

until Jiechuan called me that I realized that after a great deal of effort, the two girls had finally been captured. I lifted their chins; both girls were very beautiful. The one I'd seen at the train station was older, with a higher bust and a slender waist—truly a stunning beauty. I thought I could enjoy myself again.

Chapter 17

"What's your name?" Arrived at the military police station, I sat behind my desk, while two young women, their hands tied behind their backs, were each escorted by two military police officers.

"..." The two women looked up but didn't speak.

"You're here to assassinate me, aren't you!" I said smugly

, taking a sip of tea. The two women remained silent. A look of hatred flashed across the pretty face of the woman I'd seen at the station. I suspected their opinions on the assassination attempt differed. I felt fortunate for my success.

The station beauty suddenly looked up and said, "Consider yourself lucky. It's a pity I didn't kill you myself, but one day you'll die at the hands of the Chinese."

I wasn't angry and smiled, "There's only one possibility: you'll die in your...that fleshy hole."

One of my men laughed.

The woman blushed and cursed.

I stood up from my office chair and walked to the other woman, lifting her chin. "Girl, tell me, what's your name?"

The woman gave me a cold look and turned her head away.

I sat back down at my desk.

"Report!" A subordinate ran up and whispered in my ear, "Captain, Wang Ping is here."

I nodded, signaling him to come in. It didn't matter if the two girls saw him; they couldn't get out anyway unless they told me everything they knew.

Wang Ping was ushered in, and the two girls gasped in surprise upon seeing him.

I said to Wang Ping, "Wang-san, do you know them?"

Wang Ping bowed and said, "Sir, I know both of them." He smiled obsequiously and pointed to the silent beauty, saying, "Her name is Ye Qiuyu, she's a teacher at the division. She organizes some student meetings, but I didn't know she was a member of the Mei group." Then he pointed to the station beauty, saying, "Sir, her name is Zhang Qian. She's the sister of Zhang Jing, whom you killed at the East Gate market. They must know a lot of secrets."

"Oh my!" I laughed, staring at the two girls.

"Wang Ping, you're not human!" the girl named Ye Qiuyu cursed.

"Teacher Ye, don't go against the Imperial Army, or you'll suffer the consequences, especially since you're so beautiful."

"You beast!" Ye Qiuyu interrupted Wang Ping.

"To tell you the truth, I also participated in the gang rape of Zhang Fenglao that day. Tsk, tsk, Teacher Zhang's place is really enjoyable. I'm also very interested in your body."

"You damned beast, the guerrillas will not let you off the hook," Ye Qiuyu shouted.

"What a pity, what a pity. If you don't honestly tell the Japanese what you know, you won't live to see that day. Besides, the guerrillas will soon be wiped out by the Japanese. If you don't tell, there's no hope. The torture in the Japanese basement is terrible. They brand your nipples with hot irons, pierce your clitoris with steel needles, and stab your vulva with iron rods. You two can't endure it. I think..."

"Pah!" Before Wang Ping could finish, Ye Qiuyu spat in his face.

I smiled and walked over, patting Wang Ping's shoulder. "Wang-san, your loyalty to the Imperial Army is great. The Imperial Army will never treat you unfairly. You must find out about Mei's situation. Beauties, you'll get your share. Today, I'll show you." "

I'll be loyal to the Japanese to the death," Wang Ping bowed.

I waved my hand, and four military police took the two girls away.

I put my arm around Wang Ping's shoulder and said, "It seems the situation in the division is very serious. Maybe Mei's leader is in the division. You must be careful from now on."

Wang Ping was flattered and quickly agreed.

I said, "Wang Sang, as a reward, you can choose one of these two girls today. You can be the first to choose."

"Thank you, sir. I... I want Ye Qiuyu."

Wang Ping, four military police, and I went to the underground torture chamber. Qiuyu was already tied to an iron pillar on the left by two military police. Under the orange light of the torture chamber, the girl looked exceptionally charming. Zhang Qian, on the other hand, was tied up in another torture chamber as I had instructed.

I waved my hand and said, "Wang Ping, you can start now." After saying that, I sat down in a chair that a military police had brought me to watch how Wang Ping would play with his teacher. Wang

Ping walked towards Ye Qiuyu with a lewd smile on his face.

"Beast, don't come any closer!" Ye Qiuyu cursed.

Although Ye Qiuyu was a teacher, she was not very old. I estimated she was only about twenty-two or twenty-three years old. Now that her hands and feet were tightly bound to the iron pillar, even if she was highly skilled in martial arts, she would be helpless.

Wang Ping walked up to Ye Qiuyu, and as soon as he stopped, he reached out to touch her prominent breasts.

"Beast! You beast!" Ye Qiuyu screamed in terror.

Wang Ping leaned close to Ye Qiuyu's face and said, "Teacher Ye, you're so beautiful. I've liked you for a long time. It's because you're working for the Communists that I got this opportunity. Otherwise, how would I have gotten a chance?"

"Shameless!" Ye Qiuyu cursed. Then came a scream.

Wang Ping's hand had already unbuttoned her clothes, slipping his hand inside her half-naked, white neck.

Ye Qiuyu stopped her futile struggles. She knew that no matter how much she struggled, the humiliation would be the same. She just sobbed softly, slightly twisting her body bound to the iron pillar.

"Oh..." Ye Qiuyu let out a soft cry.

Wang Ping's hand moved inside her bra, specifically to her breasts. I knew Wang Ping's hand was definitely touching her breasts. I suddenly felt a pang of regret. Why let him have the first time with such a beautiful prisoner?

With a soft "rip," Wang Ping's hand slipped through the girl's bra, and her two small, rabbit-like breasts suddenly sprang out, snow-white and pinkish-red, incredibly alluring. Her skin was fair and delicate; I thought this was truly the epitome of "ice-like skin and jade -like bones

." Ye Qiuyu's pretty face flushed crimson, and large tears, like glistening crystals, welled up. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and finally, tears rolled down her cheeks.

Half of her bra hung over her chest and abdomen, and Wang Ping's hands were grasping and squeezing, kneading, and rubbing her two tender, white breasts.

Ye Qiuyu closed her beautiful eyes, her pearly white teeth biting her red, wet lower lip, seemingly trying her best to keep quiet.

Wang Ping's hand tore open her bra, throwing the tattered garment to the ground, and then he began to pull down the girl's pants.

Wang Ping first unbuckled the girl's belt, and Ye Qiuyu's trousers fell down, hanging on her fair and delicate feet, revealing her two long, shapely, and straight thighs. Her skin was incredibly smooth.

Wang Ping squatted down, looking at the girl's long, straight, pink legs, and reached out to gently caress her smooth, white calves.

Ye Qiuyu, as if stung by a scorpion, tilted her pretty face back and gasped for breath. Her jade-like body trembled slightly, and her breasts swayed. I felt a surge of thirst.

Wang Ping's fingers gently pinched the girl's calves and slowly moved upwards and inwards.

Under the light of the torture chamber, the hairs on the girl's legs stood on end; she seemed very nervous. From this, I could conclude that she was still a virgin.

"Beast!" Ye Qiuyu shrieked.

I looked up and saw Wang Ping's hand slip inside the crotch of Ye Qiuyu's pale shorts.

The girl's pretty face flushed crimson, so delicate it seemed like it could be squeezed for water. Between Wang Ping's hand and Ye Qiuyu's shorts, I could see the fine pubic hair beneath, glistening with a healthy sheen.

Truly a captivating beauty, I thought to myself; this young girl's body was an irresistible temptation for me.

The girl let out a scream, followed by a tearing sound as Wang Ping ripped open Ye Qiuyu's pale shorts, revealing her exquisitely beautiful body.

Wang Ping obscenely displayed the tattered shorts to the girl, saying, "Teacher Ye, even the pants around your genitals smell nice."

"You beast!" Ye Qiuyu's beautiful eyes filled with tears, which she desperately tried to hold back.

Because Ye Qiuyu's legs were bound side-by-side to the iron post, I could only see a sliver of dark hair below her snow-white abdomen.

Her lower abdomen was flat and smooth. Below her small, round navel, thick, glossy pubic hair stretched downwards, covering her entire mons pubis.

Wang Ping, with a lewd smile, reached his rough hands into Ye Qiuyu's pubic hair, pushing it aside to fully expose her vulva.

Ye Qiuyu bit her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, tears welling in her eyes, her chest heaving slightly.

Wang Ping, as if he had found a treasure, separated Ye Qiuyu's labia from the pubic hair.

Ye Qiuyu's labia were a pale, pinkish-white, clinging tightly together like a precious clam. Wang Ping used his left hand to support Ye Qiuyu's vulva, completely covering her pubic hair on both sides, while his free right hand gently pinched Ye Qiuyu's right pink and tender labia. I could tell Wang Ping was just as nervous. After all, this was his first time being the master of a virgin, his teacher. I was a little impressed by Wang Ping… There were actually beasts like us Japanese among the Chinese.

“Ah…” Ye Qiuyu cried out in anguish. Wang Ping had pried open her labia, revealing two thin, tender, and pink labia minora. Then Wang Ping pried open Ye Qiuyu’s other labia, completely exposing the most mysterious and precious part of Ye Qiuyu’s body to us.

Her crystal tears fell again. My eyes were fixed on Ye Qiuyu’s delicate parts, and I involuntarily swallowed.

Chapter 18

Wang Ping brought his mouth to Ye Qiuyu’s lower body, his pointed tongue gently licking upwards along the inside of Ye Qiuyu’s left labia majora.

Ye Qiuyu's body tensed up, her thigh muscles contracted, trying to squeeze her legs together, but because Wang Ping's hands had spread her labia and pressed them against the base of her snow-white thighs, her vulva was clearly visible, and she couldn't squeeze her legs together at all.

Wang Ping's tongue licked the upper part of the labia majora, then from the folds where the labia majora met downwards to the inner side of the right labia majora, making a complete circle.

Ye Qiuyu's crystal tears fell like pearls from a broken string. Her eyes were tightly closed, her red lips slightly parted, and her two white, erect nipples swayed gently.

Wang Ping moved his mouth away, and beneath those tender, translucent labia, the two fleshy, white labia minora covering the vaginal opening fluttered slightly.

Wang Ping stood up with a lewd smile, his large hands pinching Ye Qiuyu's two white, perky breasts. He rubbed her pink nipples with his thumbs, saying, "Teacher Ye, you are so beautiful. To be able to deflower a beauty like you is truly a blessing I've accumulated in three lifetimes."

"You devil, you're not human!" Ye Qiuyu cried, tears streaming down her face.

Wang Ping, having finished playing with Ye Qiuyu's breasts, cupped her beautiful face and said, "Teacher Ye, why would such a beautiful young lady like you oppose the Imperial Army? What a pointless thing to do!"

Ye Qiuyu's beautiful phoenix eyes suddenly opened, staring at Wang Ping and shouting, "Wang Ping, you beast! You'll die a horrible death! Every conscientious Chinese person would do the same... Ah!"

Hearing Ye Qiuyu's words, Wang Ping pinched her left breast hard and sneered, "Teacher Ye, are you determined to go against the Japanese? Let's see who dies first, you or me. The Japanese have already said that after I deflower you, if you don't hand over your superiors' list, they'll torture you. I'm advising you this for your own good, because you are still my teacher. As the saying goes, 'A teacher for a day is a teacher for life.' You should think carefully. The Japanese's punishments are not something a delicate young lady like you can withstand."

"Pah! Wang Ping, you traitorous dog! I was blind all this time, I couldn't see that you were such a shameful traitor."

“Teacher Ye, you were right. To tell you the truth, I’m already an undercover agent for the Imperial Army. I’m going to expose your entire organization.”

“Don’t even think about it.” Ye Qiuyu turned her head away.

“Oh my, oh my.” I clapped my hands and said, “Miss Ye, the Imperial Army greatly admires your spirit. As long as you reveal the list of your superiors…”

“Pah, you beast.” She cursed.

I wasn’t angry. I narrowed my eyes and stared at her two protruding breasts and said, “Miss Ye, your student is right. You should cherish this opportunity. The Imperial Army’s torture is infamous. Your body is too soft and boneless to withstand it.”

“…” I shook my head helplessly. I had experienced this kind of reaction from the Mei members before. They were all very beautiful, but they were all very stubborn. However, I didn’t believe that my torture instruments couldn’t pry open even one of them’s mouths.

I turned around.

“Sir,” Wang Ping called me.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Sir, you—you go first.” Wang Ping pointed to Ye Qiuyu's naked body, bound to the iron pillar.

"Wow." I gave him a thumbs-up and patted his shoulder approvingly. This kid really understands my intentions; he's a good prospect.

Wang Ping stepped back, and I stripped off my clothes and walked towards Ye Qiuyu with a smile.

"You beast, don't come any closer." Ye Qiuyu finally revealed her shy side when she saw my erect penis. After all, she was still an untouched virgin, I thought.

I walked up to Ye Qiuyu, and the girl turned her head away, her snow-white teeth tightly biting her lower lip. Her legs were tightly pressed together, and her white breasts heaved. I knew she was very nervous.

I lifted her two white, soft breasts from under her armpits. Her breast skin was delicate, smooth, and extremely elastic. I lifted her breasts up and squeezed out the pink stamens in the center of her white breasts. I stretched out my thumbs and gently rubbed her two nipples.

The girl tilted her head, and the blue veins on her slender, swan-like neck... Her pulse was pounding, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and I gently circled my thumb evenly around her nipple.

The girl didn't react.

I couldn't help but feel a little angry, and with a cold snort, I turned Ye Qiuyu's head around and kissed her tearful eyelashes, her small nose, and her bright red lips.

But I never expected that she would bite my tongue at this moment. It happened suddenly. Just as I was kissing her cherry lips, Ye Qiuyu's small mouth suddenly opened. I wasn't prepared, and my tongue entered her small mouth. Then, with lightning speed, her teeth bit down on half of my tongue tip. Luckily, I dodged quickly, but the tip of my tongue was still bitten and bled from the corner of my mouth, filling my mouth with the taste of blood.

"Damn it." I picked up her pale white underwear that had been pulled down and wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth.

"Hahaha..." Ye Qiuyu suddenly burst into laughter.

"Bastard." I drew my knife, the tip pressed against one of her breasts.

Ye Qiuyu stared intently at me, a defiant look on her face.

I raised the knife overhead.

*Whoosh!* My knife flashed like lightning, striking her chest.

Ye Qiuyu smiled with satisfaction, closing her eyes.

My knife traced a beautiful arc, suddenly stopping at the base of one of her breasts.

I lightly touched the knife against her breast.

Goosebumps rose on the girl's delicate skin.

*Thud!* I threw the knife to the ground. Lifting her chin, I grinned maliciously, "Miss Ye, you're a smart woman, trying to provoke me. I'll slowly wear you down." "

I laughed and ordered the thugs to press Ye Qiuyu onto a brothel.

Ye Qiuyu's limbs were spread apart, her hands were pressed against the sides of the brothel, and two iron rings fastened her two fair wrists. Then her legs were also spread apart and fastened to the sides of the brothel. She didn't struggle during the binding process because she knew it was useless.

I circled the brothel, looking at her two high, firm, and full breasts. At the base of her two long, white, jade-like legs, the dark pubic hair did not show any signs of her female form despite the spread of her thighs." The slit unique to her sexual physiology, the two labia that Wang Ping had just pulled apart, pressed tightly together again.

I climbed onto the erotic bed, laughing as I knelt on her two fair, tender legs, leaning down and pressing heavily against her delicate, boneless body. My chest pressed tightly against her two raised mounds of soft flesh, my erect penis positioned between her thighs, not immediately penetrating.

Ye Qiuyu's eyes were closed, her head tilted back, looking like a lifeless, beautiful corpse; only the fluttering of her eyelashes revealed that she was still alive.

I caressed the delicate, fair skin of her pink neck... I licked her pink neck, her breasts, and her two erect nipples with my tongue, then her smooth abdomen, and the inside of her two white thighs. Ye Qiuyu remained silent, letting me lick her. When I finally parted her pubic hair and licked her labia and clitoris repeatedly, Ye Qiuyu finally cried out.

Her two tender pink labia became very wet under my tongue, but I knew it was mainly my saliva. I parted her labia and inserted my fingers into her vagina, which was still dry.

My penis was very hard, and as I licked her pink neck and touched her breasts... I rubbed her vulva for a long time, but Ye Qiuyu still didn't react. I realized it was impossible to get her vagina wet. I sat up, grinning maliciously, and slapped her twice. Then, I parted her labia with my hands and thrust my penis deep into her vagina.

Ye Qiuyu gasped. My penis went all the way in, and her head snapped back in pain, her delicate eyebrows furrowing deeply.

I lay on top of her naked body, thrusting vigorously, my penis pumping in and out of her depths.

Ye Qiuyu gritted her teeth and frowned, not uttering a sound of pain. Her two jade-like legs trembled slightly, her smooth abdomen clenched tightly.

I thrust my hips, penetrating my thick, long penis deep into her newly deflowered vagina with each stroke. My hands roughly squeezed her breasts. Ye Qiuyu gripped the edge of the brothel tightly, her lower lip bleeding from her biting her lip. I knew she was desperately enduring the waves of tearing pain in her lower body. I stared at her pretty face, which was beginning to sweat, and grinned as I continued to thrust and pound into her, my penis slamming heavily against the tender walls of her vagina.

My lower body shuddered, and I immediately pressed myself against her, inserting my penis deep inside her. My semen gushed excitedly and eagerly into her body. I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled out my penis, blood-tinged semen flowing from Ye Qiuyu's lower body.

Ye Qiuyu gasped for breath, her hair damp with sweat and tears. Her pink labia parted from the dark pubic hair, and her tender red labia must have been extremely sensitive.

I ordered two thugs to wash the girl's genitals with cold water, then said to Wang Ping, "You continue."

Wang Ping bent over and eagerly climbed onto Ye Qiuyu's body. He ejaculated on Ye Qiuyu for over thirty minutes before climbing off. Next came the two thugs. Ye Qiuyu, who was experiencing sexual intercourse for the first time, was gang-raped three times. Each time she fainted, I ordered the thugs to wake her up with a shower before continuing the gang rape.

The bed beneath her was covered in bloody filth, and she fainted again. I ordered the thugs to wash her genitals clean and then left the torture chamber. It was already dark.

During dinner, Jie Chuan reported to me that he had received a notification from the provincial capital that a train transporting "Maruta" (timber) to Unit 731 would pass through our county, and that the escort work must be done well.

General Ishii personally ordered that the train arrive on time. This train, "Maruda," carried not only Eighth Route Army prisoners of war and ordinary Chinese civilians, but also several American prisoners of war; it was not to be lost, as any problems would inevitably attract international attention.

As far as I know, Unit 731 was an extremely secret unit within the Imperial Japanese Army; it could not be found in the official Imperial Army register. General Ishii had been conducting experiments in Manchuria for many years, primarily testing biological weapons. His subjects were "Maruda"... Chinese civilians, prisoners of war, and other Allied prisoners of war.

These experiments also included cryopreservation and resuscitation experiments, reproductive experiments, vivisection, and so on.

It is said that General Ishii also conducted a special experiment where he forced a Chinese girl and a Soviet girl to have sex with two gorillas, resulting in the birth of two monsters that were neither human nor ape.

By 1943, the Empire's military potential was waning. The Emperor held immense hopes for General Ishii's experiments. Earlier that year, General Ishii conducted plague experiments, nearly contracting the disease himself. Those who conducted the experiments were brutally murdered and their bodies cremated, leaving not a trace.

That night, I deployed the entire Jiechuan squadron to guard the train. The night passed uneventfully, and I completed the train's transport. When I returned to the torture chamber, it was the afternoon of the next day.

I arrived with four thugs.

Ye Qiuyu was brought in from the women's cell by two military police officers. Her hands were bound behind her back, and she wore a loose prison uniform.

The heavy iron door slowly closed, and the lights in the torture chamber came on. The two military police officers led Ye Qiuyu to a chair.

I sat behind a desk in front of her, looking at her, and said, "Miss Ye, well, I'll ask you one more time. Tell me who your superior is."

"I don't know, I don't know anything," Ye Qiuyu tossed her hair.

"Do you know what I'll do to you if you don't tell me?"

"I know, you Japanese are capable of any bestial act."

"Bastard, Miss Ye, since you don't want to talk, let's begin. Strip her naked and tie her to the tiger bar." I waved to the two thugs.

The two thugs rushed forward, twisted her arms behind her back, and dragged her to a tiger bar. The large prison uniform had already been roughly torn off before she was tied to the bar.

The girl's two fair arms were stretched out in a straight line and tied to the horizontal bar, two leather ropes tightly bound to her wrists.

Then, a rope was tied above her knees on her two white, jade-like legs, which were pressed together. I personally wrapped another rope loosely around her slender white neck to prevent her head from tilting downwards.

Then, I tied two ropes to the top and bottom of her breasts respectively, squeezing her breasts up from her ample bosom.

After doing all this, I went to Ye Qiuyu's side. I touched her breasts and said, "Miss Ye, how is it? Not pleasant, is it?"

"Pah, you beast."

I ignored her and slid my hand down her breasts, slowly reaching her inner thighs. I stroked her pubic hair. Ye Qiuyu didn't make a sound.

I smiled and said, "Miss Ye, I admire your courage, but your decision is foolish. If you can't take it anymore, just say so." After saying that, my hand slowly moved down her smooth legs to her slender feet. I pinched her beautiful toes and said, "So delicate, what a pity."

I waved my hand, and two burly men came over and held Ye Qiuyu's feet down tightly. I grinned maliciously, took out an iron box from the torture instruments, opened it, and took out an iron needle about an inch long. I walked in front of the girl, pinched her little toe with my left hand, aimed the needle tip at her little toenail, and thrust it in.

"Ah..." Ye Qiuyu gasped, her legs trembling.

I inserted the needle half an inch, then began to move it back and forth under her toenail.

"Beast, -- ah... beast..." Ye Qiuyu screamed.

Blood slowly seeped from under her toenail. The girl struggled and screamed desperately, but I knew she didn't really want to curse me; she just wanted to ease the pain in her feet.

"Will you talk?" I pushed the needle in a little further, estimating it was already inside her toe bone.

"..."

"Bastard." I pried hard, completely ripping off the girl's little toenail. One of the thugs placed the bloody toenail on a white tray.

Ye Qiuyu's pretty face was covered in sweat, she gasped for breath. She remained silent.

I then aimed the needle at her other toenail.

Ye Qiuyu's screams grew louder and louder, but she still wouldn't confess. I asked her a question each time I ripped off a piece of toenail, but she still wouldn't confess.

Half an hour later, her two slender feet were bloody gourds.

A bucket of cold water was poured over her head. Ye Qiuyu shuddered and slowly regained consciousness.

I lifted her chin and said, "Miss Ye, I'll ask you one more time, will you confess or not?"

"I don't know." Her voice was trembling with tears.

"Click." I lit a lighter, then took out an iron needle about two inches long and heated the tip over the fire until it was red-hot. With a sinister grin, I pinched one of her breasts with my left hand and slowly brought the red-hot needle closer to the girl's breast with my right.

Ye Qiuyu's breast trembled slightly as she watched the needle approach in surprise.

"Ah...ah..." A long scream.

I plunged the needle straight into the center of her pink nipple. Ye Qiuyu's naked body writhed pitifully on the tiger's quiver, large beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.

Her body trembled on the rack.

"Well, do you still think it's not enough?"

"..." The girl didn't answer. I then inserted another red-hot needle into her other breast.

This time the scream was even louder than the first one, and she was covered in sweat.

URL 1:https://www.sexlove5.com/htmlBlog/5828.html

URL 2:/Blog.aspx?id=5828&aspx=1

Last access time:

Previous Page : [Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - Part 2

Next Page : "Actress Contract" - Chapter 81: Foreign Passion 15 It feels so good, harder!

增加

comment Open a new window to view comments

Contact Information

[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - Part 3

comment Open a new window to view comments