[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - 7

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Chapter 33

One morning in early October 1943, I once again arrived at the underground torture chamber of the military police headquarters.

Turning on the light, I sat in the chair and waved for the military police to bring Zhang Qian out of the women's cell.

Five minutes later, Zhang Qian, bound hand and foot, was brought out by two military police. She was wearing prison clothes, her long, beautiful hair piled up behind her head, her bare, jade-like feet exposed, and her full breasts appearing even more prominent between the ropes. Her slightly pale face had a blush on it; she looked even more radiant after not seeing her for many days. This was the first time I had seen Zhang Qian since she recovered from her injuries.

The two military police forced Zhang Qian to sit in the chair in front of me.

I looked at her beautiful face and smiled, "Miss Zhang, how are you? How have you been these past few days?"

"..."

I have bad news for you. We've discovered your liaison office in the city.

The girl trembled slightly, remaining silent.

"What, aren't you interested in what I have to say?"

"You beasts, there's nothing to say to a bunch of heartless bandits like you. " “

Sigh.” I sighed and said, “Women, women, what are you all fighting for?”

Zhang Qian glanced at me with her pretty eyes and said, “For nothing else, as long as we can drive you Japanese invading beasts out of China, it’s worth dying for.”

I walked up to the girl and stood still, saying, “I just want to know who your leader is?”

The girl gritted her teeth and shook her head firmly.

I ordered two military police to drag Zhang Qian to the frame-shaped rack on the left. The bluestone floor under this rack was stained with blood, where Shu Manxue, Li Jing, Zhang Feng, Ye Qiuyu, Xiao Lan, Wen Sumei, and others had been tortured. The two military police pulled Zhang Qian’s hands apart and tied them to the ends of the rack. Then they pulled apart Zhang Qian’s legs and tied her two snow-white jade feet to the base of the two pillars.

I smiled and walked up to Zhang Qian, grabbed her clothes with both hands and tore them down sharply.

With a "rip," the girl's prison uniform was torn open, revealing a breathtaking view of her breasts.

This time, the girl only blushed slightly before closing her eyes.

I stared at the two soft, white, and firm mounds of flesh on her chest, and reached out to lift Zhang Qian's two ample breasts from under her white armpits, pinching the two bright red nipples between her breasts with my thumbs.

Zhang Qian's closed eyes flickered slightly, and she gently tilted her pretty face upwards. I squeezed and kneaded her breasts in my hands.

Zhang Qian's breasts were extremely elastic, and her snow-white skin was delicate and smooth, truly like jade. I teased her nipples with my fingers, the delicate, snow-white flesh... A few faint bluish veins were visible on the roof. I lowered my head and took one of Zhang Qian's nipples into my mouth,

my hot tongue licking the bud. Zhang Qian showed no reaction except for a slight tremor in her two white arms. After playing with the girl's breasts for about 15 minutes, I began to slowly slide down her white, full buttocks. My tongue licked her cleavage, then her flat stomach. My hands felt the warmth of her delicate skin. My tongue gradually approached the secret place of her lower body. When my hands touched her long, rounded thighs on either side of her white buttocks, my tongue reached her thick, dark pubic hair. I licked the glossy pubic hair... With my hands helping my tongue repeatedly wedged into the center of the forest between the girl's spread legs. Because I had repeatedly vented my desire on her body last month, Zhang Qian's thighs were slightly parted at the base when they were spread apart, and my tongue easily wedged into that secret crevice.

Under the stimulation of my tongue's repeated sucking and licking, although her will was firm, she still couldn't control her physiological stimulation. When I freed my hands to pinch her labia, they had become red and wet. When I pulled her two moist and plump labia apart and licked the glistening and tender red clitoris between the upper part of the labia, she finally couldn't help but let out a moan. The first soft moan escaped my lips.

I kissed her beautiful vulva with my entire mouth, my teeth gently biting her labia majora, my nose rubbing against her clitoris, and my tongue repeatedly probing into her warm, moist vagina.

The girl's thighs began to tremble slightly, her full breasts rose and fell, her breathing became heavier, and a blush appeared on her cheeks. The naked girl looked even more alluring on the rack.

Watching the girl panting on the rack, my newly healed penis rose. I stood up, embraced Zhang Qian's buttocks, aimed my penis at the tender opening between her thick pubic hair, and thrust forward with all my might, simultaneously pulling the girl's jade buttocks towards me.

With a "whoosh," my penis smoothly slid into Zhang Qian's vagina.

"Oh..." Zhang Qian tilted her pretty face back and let out a soft moan, her high, firm breasts heaving nervously.

I quickly pulled my penis out and then thrust it in again, all the way in, then pulled it out again, thrusting my penis deep inside the girl's vagina.

The girl's vagina was slippery, warm, and slightly narrow. I thrust happily, nibbling at the girl's two round, swaying breasts.

My penis slid into Zhang Qian's vagina again and again, the warm, slippery, and narrow feeling making me unable to hold on for more than 20 minutes. I tightly hugged Zhang Qian's snow-white, jade-like buttocks, pushing my penis deep inside. I thrust in and out of her tender orifice, violently rocking her back and forth a few times. The base of my penis rubbed against her small, moist, red clitoris. My whole body trembled, and I released my semen into her body as my lower body relaxed.

Zhang Qian's two snow-white arms, bound to the rack, trembled slightly. Her beautiful eyes, tightly closed, were still wet with tears, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently.

I withdrew my penis from her body, and white fluid overflowed from the black hair at the base of her white thighs.

I circled the girl's snow-white body and laughed, "Miss Zhang, you are truly a rare beauty. So, are you willing to be the sex organ of the Imperial Army forever?"

"..."

Zhang Qian's slightly flushed face remained expressionless.

Helpless, I waved my hand and ordered two guards to gang rape her. The two guards excitedly inserted their penises into her vagina and anus, one after the other.

Since it was her first time having her anus deflowered, when the guard grabbed her breasts from behind and thrust his penis in, her limbs stiffened with tension, and her snow-white legs trembled.

The guard forcefully thrust his penis into Zhang Qian's anus.

Zhang Qian's beautiful eyes widened, her cherry-like mouth slightly open, and her two snow-white hands clenched tightly.

"Ah..." A soft moan escaped her lips. Another guard directly shoved his penis into her snow-white crotch, into the still-dripping, secret hole.

The two men thrust together, pumping and pounding, their two hot, fleshy rods simultaneously penetrating Zhang Qian's front and back entrances.

"Ah...ah...beast, beast...ah..." Zhang Qian's beautiful eyes filled with tears as she cursed.

I moved to face her, looking at her two full breasts that swayed occasionally as she was being gang-raped, and said, "Miss Zhang, if you don't reveal who Mei's leader is, you will be gang-raped to death in this underground torture chamber. What's the point? Besides, your comrades won't even know you're being gang-raped and subjected to various torture instruments here. Perhaps they've already forgotten about you." “

Ah…I don’t know…ah…you beasts…” Zhang Qian tossed her head from side to side as the two guards raped her. Her long, coiled hair fell down and covered her fair, jade-like shoulders. Her two round breasts were half-hidden, and her whole body was covered with a thin layer of sweat. It was truly a beautiful picture of a woman being abused.

When the two guards withdrew their penises from her body, Zhang Qian's beautiful vulva, with its two smooth labia, was already somewhat red and swollen. I took a water pipe and ordered the two guards to spread her labia and insert the pipe between her two pale white, thin labia minora into her vagina. With a wave of my hand, another guard turned on the tap.

The water gushed out of the pipe and shot deep into her vagina.

"Oh," Zhang Qian looked up, her pretty face tilted back, her eyes wide open. I pulled out the pipe, and the water, carrying filth, flowed back from the girl's vagina, dripping and piling up in a large puddle on the bluestone floor under the rack.

I washed the filth between the girl's snow-white thighs with water. Her oily black pubic hair, glistening with water droplets under the light, closed her two bright red labia again, and her vulva became a thin fleshy groove once more.

Because of Zhang Qian's stubbornness, I ordered the guards to press the naked girl face down onto an iron torture bed. Zhang Qian's hands were tightly bound to two small protruding posts on either side of the bed. Then, two guards pulled her two snow-white feet apart. Two small "Y"-shaped forks rose from the sides of the iron bed, binding Zhang Qian's two snow-white legs. Thus, Zhang Qian's vulva was completely and clearly displayed before me, and I could do whatever I wanted with her.

I snarled, grabbed a wooden stick about two feet long, and went to Zhang Qian's lower body. Looking at her beautiful, lush area, I gripped the stick tightly and said, "Tell me, who is Mei?"

"..."

"Let me show you what's what." "I gripped the stick tightly with both hands, aimed it at her vagina, and thrust it in with a sudden, forceful motion.

With a 'whoosh,' the stick penetrated more than 20 centimeters into Zhang Qian's vagina.

Zhang Qian's vaginal muscles twitched. Then, a piercing scream escaped her lips.

'Ah…' With a long, drawn-out scream, her buttocks arched violently, her two bright red labia, like a child's mouth, weakly grasped the stick, trying to stop its insertion. I slowly pulled the stick out and then thrust it in again, pulling it out and thrusting it in again, each time penetrating deep into Zhang Qian's vagina, repeating this cycle, playing with Zhang Qian's vagina once more. A gift!" "Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter"

Zhang Qian's pretty face was already soaked with sweat, her entire naked body seemed to be covered with a layer of oil. She screamed shrilly, her head thrown back, her two fair hands clenched tightly into a ball, her two fair legs kicking weakly, as if this could alleviate the pain in her lower body.

'Will you confess or not?' "

As I thrust the wooden stick deep inside her vagina, I played with it, occasionally swaying and rotating it.

Zhang Qian struggled painfully on the torture bed, screaming in agony, but refused to utter a single word.

I thrust for about 30 minutes, and Zhang Qian fainted three times. After the third time, I pulled the stick out from her lower body and ordered the thugs to splash water on her to wake her up. Then I replaced it with a barbed iron rod.

After more than 30 minutes of thrusting, Zhang Qian's vagina was wet and sticky with a bloody red color. I used two fishhooks to hook Zhang Qian's labia, turning them wide open. Then I aimed the iron rod at her vulva and interrogated her again.

Zhang Qian still wouldn't confess.

I forcefully shoved the iron rod into her vagina."

"Ah...ah..." Zhang Qian's beautiful little mouth let out a terrible scream. 10 centimeters...20 centimeters...30 centimeters. Amid the girl's heart-wrenching screams, I felt the iron rod in my hand had reached her cervix. I gripped the iron rod tightly with both hands, leaned forward, stared at her vagina where the iron rod was inserted, and thrust it forward again, twisting it. Her labia and mesentery were twisted.

"Ah..." A long scream, and blood gushed out of her vagina.

Zhang Qian's two fair and tender legs twitched and then drooped down. She fainted again.

I pulled out the iron rod, and blood gushed from her vagina, soaking my hand.

Looking at her pretty face, which was soaked with sweat and contorted with extreme pain in her lower body, I gritted my teeth: 'Hmph, I don't believe I can't pry her mouth open.'

"Splash!" A bucket of ice-cold water was splashed onto Zhang Qian's slightly pale face.

Zhang Qian moved slightly.

"Splash!" Another bucket of ice water was splashed onto her wide-open lower body at my command.

The bright red blood, diluted to a pale red by the water, flowed from her delicate vulva, down her fair and delicate thighs, gradually accumulating at her buttocks.

Zhang Qian groaned and opened her beautiful, hazy eyes.

I turned her head to the side, brushed aside her sweat-drenched hair that clung to her pretty face, stared at her flower-like face, and sneered, "Miss Zhang Qian, do you still want to fight me?"

"Pah! You beast!" The girl turned her pretty face away.

"You're courting death." I cursed, ordering a henchman to retrieve a large iron hook, resembling a pig's tail, from the pile of torture instruments on the ground. I took the hook, grinning maliciously, and walked to her left, waving it in front of Zhang Qian's eyes. "Miss Zhang, see? If you don't confess, your beautiful, full breasts will be ruined."

Zhang Qian stared at the hook in my hand in terror, but after a moment, she firmly shook her head.

I slowly extended the hook towards her left, full, firm, white breast.

"Ah...no..." A desperate scream

escaped her lips. I had plunged the large iron hook deep into her round, firm breast, the hook entering from the bottom and exiting from the top. Blood gushed out like a fountain. The girl writhed in agony on the torture bed, gasping for breath, her pretty face pale with pain, her chest arching upwards with difficulty.

A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth; it seemed she had bitten her tongue in pain.

"Will you talk or not?" "

..." I lifted the iron hook in my hand, and Zhang Qian's body immediately arched upwards.

I handed the iron hook to another thug and brought him another.

Zhang Qian's cheeks turned blue with pain, tears blurring her vision. She stared at the iron hook in my hand in fear.

"Will you confess or not, ah..." I deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

"Demon."

"Hmph." "

I grinned maliciously, pinching the girl's pink, flower-like nipple with my left hand, lifting her round, full, and elastic breast. With my right hand, I slowly pierced the tip of the iron hook into the delicate skin at the base of her breast.

The iron torture bed creaked, and the girl's two beautiful, slender legs stretched straight out in pain, the muscles in her legs trembling, her white teeth grinding together.

I watched her pretty face contorted in pain, and slowly stabbed the iron hook in. When the hook reached the skin of the other breast, the tender flesh of the breast was pushed out. I suddenly exerted force.

"Ah..." Zhang Qian screamed, the iron hook emerging from the other side of her breast.

A frame was moved above the torture bed, and the other ends of the two iron hooks that had pierced the girl's breasts were tied with ropes to the rack. Thus, the girl's breasts were pulled upwards. In an attempt to alleviate the pain in her breasts, Zhang Qian, lying on her back on the torture bed, laboriously arched her naked body upwards, causing her white jade back to slightly lift off the torture bed."

With a sneer, I picked up the wooden stick stained with the girl's vaginal blood and moved it to her genitals. I parted her labia and forcefully shoved the stick into her vagina, prying and thrusting it in and out violently.

"Ah...ah...you beast...ah..." Her screams grew more and more agonizing as Zhang Qian writhed naked on the torture bed.

Bright red blood gushed from her vaginal flesh in waves. This double torment drove her to scream and howl like a madwoman, but she still didn't confess, until she repeatedly fainted.

After about an hour of thrusting, Zhang Qian's narrow vagina was like a bloody hole carved out of a dark forest, so large it could almost fit a child's fist. Clumps of purplish-black blood clung to her pubic hair, making it stand in clumps.

"Wake her up,"

I said harshly.

Buckets of cold water were poured over her body, and it took her a long time to wake up.

"Will you talk?" I turned to her side and grabbed her hair hard.

"I don't know, you beast."

"I'll make you talk." I moved to her lower body, leering as I pinched her two torn labia, pushing them apart to reveal her tender pink clitoris.

I laughed and rubbed her clitoris with my fingers.

Although she was in extreme pain, physiologically, her clitoris gradually hardened under my manipulation, becoming a glistening little bud.

Zhang Qian shook her head from side to side, her beautiful face covered in sweat.

Just as she was struggling against my teasing, I plunged a red-hot iron needle deep into her clitoris.

"Ah...ah..." She desperately arched her snow-white buttocks, blood flowing again from her vagina due to the contractions.

"No...no...ah..." she screamed in agony, struggling violently.

"Say it, and it won't burn you anymore," I said with a sneer.

"I...I...no."

"Damn it, again."

I took a red-hot iron rod from the furnace and grinned as I approached her.

"Will you talk?"

"..."

I slammed the red-hot iron rod onto the muscles of her inner thighs on either side of her vulva.

"Ah...ugh..." A desperate scream, truly inhuman.

The side the iron rod pressed against, her pubic hair and delicate flesh were completely charred.

After she fainted, I removed the iron rod; Zhang Qian's once beautiful and lovely figure was almost unrecognizable.

My men revived her.

She was once again plunged into boundless suffering.

This time, I burned her clitoris with an iron rod.

Her body writhed violently on the torture bed, making it creak.

I removed the rod; her clitoris was scorched.

'Will you confess?' I grabbed her hair and asked desperately.

'...

' 'Die!' I yelled, and thrust the still-hot iron rod into her vagina.

'Ah...ah...' Zhang Qian, drenched in sweat, struggled wildly for a minute before fainting.

Looking at Zhang Qian, who had fainted again, I knew deep down that I had failed once more.

'Take her to the hospital, get some medicine, and we'll interrogate her later.' "I hastily gave the order.

I left the torture chamber; it was nearly noon. Autumn comes early to Pingyang, and the trees in the courtyard had already begun to shed their leaves. A strong wind blew, scattering leaves all over the ground.

Looking at the yellow leaves dancing in the air, a sudden realization dawned on me: could I really not eliminate Mei?

Chapter 34

Before I could even think of Zhang Qian in the dungeon, a guard reported to me that a guest had arrived from the provincial capital.

I changed into a kimono and received him at the headquarters.

The man was wearing a dark blue long robe and sat with his back to me.

I walked behind him, and he turned around. He was a middle-aged man with a square face and wearing sunglasses.

"What, Commander, have you forgotten me so quickly?" He took off his sunglasses.

A familiar face.

I looked at the man in front of me with suspicion.

The shadow in front of me gradually expanded, and a flash of inspiration struck me: the train station, the beautiful Zhang Qian, the Black Dragon Society.

"Damn it, you...you're a member of the Eighth Route Army?" "This man is the Eighth Route Army cadre who escaped from the train station a year ago, claiming to be Qingchuan Jieyi.

'Commander, do I really look like an Eighth Route Army soldier?'

'Don't move!' I drew my pistol and pointed

it at him. 'I think you are an Eighth Route Army soldier.' 'Commander, you're wrong.' Qingchuan pulled a document from his pocket and said, 'Commander Zuo Yang, I am Captain Qingchuan Jieyi, an intelligence officer directly under the Army Intelligence Headquarters. You can call His Excellency the Commander.'

I made the call and realized that the incident at the train station was indeed a misunderstanding. That Eighth Route Army cadre had long been captured by the Imperial Intelligence Department's agent in charge of the eastern region and confessed everything under torture. Qingchuan was ordered to infiltrate the enemy as an undercover agent, using the identity of that Eighth Route Army cadre. After passing various tests, he finally gained the enemy's trust and infiltrated the enemy ranks for a year.

'Commander,' Qingchuan interrupted me, 'Commander, do you know what good news I have for you this time?'

'What? Tell me quickly.' I leaned closer."

Qingchuan lit a cigarette and said, "I know who Mei's leader is."

"Really?" I was overjoyed. "Who is it?"

"The Major General is right. Mei is very likely one of your people. That's why you used a clever scheme to set up the scene at the train station, fooling Commander Si and making the enemy completely distrust me."

"Who...who is it?" I grabbed his shoulder urgently.

"Qin Yue." "

Qin Yue?"

"Qin Yuechi is her Chinese name. Qin Yue is very likely Ms. Yamaguchi Ryoko."

"No, impossible." I let go of his shoulder numbly.

"Commander Si, it's all true. You must believe it. She's just like Koyama Eishu. Don't you believe it?"

"No, impossible. If she were Mei, I would be dead long ago," I said, my voice so soft I felt even I lacked confidence.

"This is the tragedy of intelligence agents in a backward country. They don't want you to die, but it's more beneficial for them if you live. Otherwise, how could they obtain such accurate intelligence? Don't you find the disappearance of so many weapons and medicines suspicious?"

From that day on, I ordered Yoda to closely monitor Yamaguchi Ryoko's daily life.

I also ordered Yoda to secretly search Yamaguchi's residence, but found nothing.

Ten days later, Yoda placed a list of places Yamaguchi had visited during those ten days on my desk. One place, called "Pingyang Teahouse," caught my attention. She had been there three times in those ten days. A woman who doesn't usually drink tea going to that place was indeed suspicious. So I secretly ordered Yoda to send people to take control of Pingyang Teahouse. Everything was done without Yamaguchi's knowledge.

The moon was high in the sky; it was already Mid-Autumn Festival, and I could feel the chill of autumn.

I sat in the brightly lit headquarters. Yesterday, Qingchuan had devised a plan to lure the enemy out, deliberately spreading rumors of an autumn sweep and even holding a charade-like meeting attended by various companies and plainclothes units. At this moment, the headquarters was bustling with activity, but I knew perfectly well that Yangtian's special agents had surrounded the Pingyang Teahouse, and the city gates were sealed.

Around 11 p.m., bursts of gunfire rang out from the east of the city, directly in the direction of the Pingyang Teahouse.

Hearing the gunfire, I immediately ordered Qingchuan to lead the plainclothes team to Yamaguchi's room. Yamaguchi was indeed not there.

I ordered the plainclothes team to lie in ambush in the surrounding bushes, while Qingchuan and I, along with three others, hid behind the door, near the bed.

At 11:45, a soft footstep sounded, and as the door opened slightly, a dark figure carrying a fragrant scent slipped in and closed the door behind them.

I waved my hand lightly from the darkness, signaling them not to move.

The figure lit a candle, removed the black cloth covering their face, and a beautiful face appeared in the firelight—it was none other than Yamaguchi.

I waved my hand. "Don't move." Qingchuan, along with three of her men, darted forward and pressed a pistol against Yamaguchi's waist.

Yamaguchi turned around in fright. I stepped out from the shadows, looked at her pale face, and sneered, "I wonder if I should address you as Miss Yamaguchi, or Miss Qin Yuechi?"

"Whatever." Qin Yuechi turned around and looked at me coldly.

"I never expected Mei to really be you."

"Not bad, there's a lot you didn't expect!"

"Bastard, Miss Qin, for the sake of our marriage, I can let you go as long as you hand over all the guerrilla liaisons in Pingyang City."

Qin Yuechi's face showed a strange smile. "Impossible."

As soon as she said that, the lights suddenly went out, Qingchuan screamed and fell headfirst, and the other two men also turned and threw her aside.

"Bang!" The door was smashed open, and a dark figure flashed out.

"Bang." The sound of a pistol being fired.

"Don't shoot, take him alive."

Sporadic fighting sounds came from outside. When I ran outside, Qin Yuechi was nowhere to be seen.

"Damn it." I cursed fiercely.

Two men carried Qingchuan out of the room. His two testicles were kicked and crushed, and he was convulsing on the stretcher.

"Quickly, take him to the hospital."

"Report, Mr. Yangtian is here."

"Please."

Yangtian walked in with a smile. I knew he must have good news.

Sure enough. Yoda walked in and said, "Reporting to the commander, our special forces have captured four prisoners, killed two others, and seized a radio."

The four prisoners were brought in; all of them were women, with their hands tied behind their backs. One was older than the other, and the other was younger. The older woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, her hair covering her face, so I couldn't see her features clearly. The other three were between twenty-one and twenty-two, and it was obvious they were still virgins. I really didn't know where Mei found so many beautiful girls.

"Commander," Yoda walked up and whispered in my ear, "this beautiful young woman is Koyama Keishu, the wife of Murashita Muraki."

I squinted, walked up to the woman, and brushed aside her hair. Sure enough, she had a pretty, fair face.

"I didn't expect Miss Keishu to dare show herself in the city." I lewdly grabbed her breasts a few times.

"Beasts."

"Lock them all up first."

The next day, the situation became clear. Apart from Mei Shou and Qin Yue escaping, the enemy liaison point in the Pingyang teahouse was completely destroyed. Four female prisoners, led by Xiaoshan Xiuhui (Chen Hongchi), were captured, and two were killed. However, I was still worried that the enemy might have other secret strongholds in the city, because Qin Yue had disappeared without a trace. So I decided to interrogate the four female prisoners immediately.

The interrogation room was brightly lit. The four female prisoners were tied to four iron pillars with their hands behind their backs. Behind each pillar stood two burly men with bare chests and hairy chests. A pale yellow light bulb hung from the ceiling, about two meters above the ground. Everything looked eerie, which was exactly the effect I wanted. From the beginning, I realized that it would be difficult to get Chen Hongchi to talk, so I focused the interrogation on the three young and beautiful girls, while Chen Hongchi was only used as a reference point.

I sat behind the interrogation table, looking at the four female prisoners, and said, "Miss Chen, have you thought this through? Even if not for yourself, you should think of your sisters."

"No, I won't tell you anything. I knew this day would come from the day I joined. Don't even think about telling you anything."

"Yo-ho!" I clapped my hands and laughed, "Miss Chen, I like girls like you."

I turned to Yang Tian and said, "Yang Tian-kun, have someone bring out the Soul-Sucking Chair."

"Yes, sir!"

Yang Tian turned and called two thugs into a nearby stone chamber.

A moment later, the two thugs brought out an iron armchair. Except for the movable armrests and orange legs, the Soul-Sucking Chair looked no different from an ordinary armchair.

I walked to Chen Hongchi and smiled, "Miss Chen, how about it? Want to try the Soul-Sucking Chair?"

"You beast!" Chen Hongchi turned her head away.

I said to the two thugs, "Tie her up."

"Yes, sir."

The two thugs untied Chen Hongchi from the iron pillar, dragged her to the "Soul-Extinguishing Chair," and forced her onto it. They tied her hands behind her back to the chair, then a thick rope wrapped around her chest and bound her tightly to the chair. Then came the main event of the Soul-Extinguishing Chair: the two thugs lewdly lifted the girl's legs, spread them out, and placed them on the armrests. The rope tightly bound her legs to the armrests, causing her genitals to protrude outwards.

"Beast! You animal!" The girl knew what we were going to do as soon as she was tied up and cursed.

I lewdly walked up to her, grabbed her collar, and roughly pulled it back. Her bra fell down, revealing a large expanse of snow-white, alabaster-like chest, and her delicate shoulders were dazzlingly white under the light.

Two firm breasts were faintly visible through the gap between her bra and pectoral muscles. I lewdly reached my hand inside her chest and easily pinched the girl's left breast, which stood erect like a kite.

The girl's body trembled.

With a "rip," I opened her bra, revealing her two white and firm breasts under the light.

I lifted one breast in each hand, pinching her pink nipples with my thumbs and forefingers.

The three girls bound beside me blushed and closed their eyes. I stopped and ordered the thugs to pry open their eyes so they could see how I was playing with their sacred and inviolable elder sister.

After stripping her bra off, I moved to her lower body and began to peel off her pants. I used a dagger to cut a hole in the inside of her thigh, then pulled Chen Hongchi's trousers down to her knees. A tight white panty clung tightly to the base of her full, firm, and wet thighs.

As I stroked the inside of her smooth, white thighs, I reached down and dug into the recessed area between her white panties.

"Beast, beast!" the girl shouted angrily, but this did nothing to stop my fondling.

I gently pulled her panties aside and slipped my right index finger through the opening, immediately touching the warm, hairy part of her genitals. Guided by feeling, I inserted my finger into her tight opening.

"Beast, get away... ah..."

With a "pop," the girl's panties were torn open, revealing a mature woman's youthful and alluring body. Her skin

was snow-white and delicate, her pubic hair jet black and glossy, the two slightly parted labia resembling two ripe peaches.

I clapped my hands, a large spotlight shining on the girl's genitals, illuminating every detail. I parted her two tender, red labia, revealing the soft, red flesh folded and intertwined clearly. With a lewd grin, I peeled back the foreskin covering the clitoris and gently rubbed my fingers against it.

The girl trembled for a moment, and a clear liquid began to seep from the tender flesh between her labia majora and minora. I lewdly extended my right middle finger and gently inserted it between her labia, slowly probing and digging, while my other hand began to stimulate her clitoris again. Under my caresses, the girl's vagina gradually expanded into a red and round muscular cavity under the bright light. The faces of the other three girls were even redder, like a piece of stained red cloth. I took out my penis, aimed it at the tender opening at the base of the girl's thighs, and with both hands, I spread her labia and thrust it in with a 'plop'.

"Ah..." The sudden insertion made her cry out in pain, but she immediately endured the pain. With my thrusting, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, the muscles in her thighs trembled and shook, and her two white legs swayed incessantly on the armrest with my thrusts and withdrawals, while her two white and perky breasts swayed and bounced incessantly.

"Hehe...hehe..." I held her snow-white buttocks with both hands and forcefully thrust my penis, which was deeply inserted into her vagina. I thrust for a long time before releasing.

Then, at my command, eight thugs took turns ravaging her. When the last thug withdrew from the girl's body, her genitals were covered in a thick layer of white semen. A thick puddle of semen had accumulated on the pleasure chair beneath her snow-white buttocks. Her labia were limply pressed against her white, tender thighs, like a child's open mouth. Her whole body was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and her two white, tender soles were limply spread towards the sky. She had fainted.

"Splash!" A bucket of cold water was suddenly poured over her genitals.

Stimulated by the cold water, Chen Hongchi slowly woke up.

I moved to face her, grabbed her hair, and said, "Miss Chen, have you thought it through now?"

"You beast! I'll say it again: I know everything you want to know, but don't even think about telling me."

"What a stubborn fool." I moved to the other side, picked up a flat iron ruler over two feet long from the ground, walked straight to the girl, looked at her two snow-white, full breasts, and then struck them with a "smack."

A faint red mark immediately appeared on the girl's snow-white breasts.

"Will you talk or not?"

"No."

"Smack, smack, smack," the iron ruler struck her breasts again and again. Soon, both of the girl's breasts were covered with red marks.

'Will you confess or not?'

"..." Stubborn silence.

I threw down the ruler, and this time I picked up a two-foot-long, two-inch-thick wooden stick from the torture instruments. The stick was wrapped with fine hemp rope. I lewdly walked to the torture chair, looking at her slightly swollen vagina. With a sinister grin, I ordered two thugs to each pull up one of her labia. I gripped the stick tightly and thrust it into her tender vagina.

"Ah..." This time she couldn't bear the excruciating pain in her lower body. Her two white, delicate legs trembled and struggled, and she screamed.

The hemp-rope-wrapped stick was deeply inserted into her vagina, and streams of milky white semen were squeezed out. The muscles around her labia twitched incessantly.

With a "whoosh," I grabbed the end of the stick and forcefully pulled it out of her vagina. Her swollen labia turned inside out, and the stick, now red, emerged from her vagina.

"I'll teach you to talk," I said, thrusting the hemp-rope-wrapped stick back into her vulva.

"Ah...ah..." Her two jade-like legs stiffened, her two snow-white feet, bound to the armrests, clenched tightly together, and her two bound hands also clasped together, as if this could alleviate the pain in her lower body.

I pulled the wooden stick out of her vagina, then inserted it again, pulled it out again, and inserted it again, tossing it around like this dozens of times, until finally all the blood flowing from the girl's vagina was red. Several girls fainted, tears and snot streaming down their faces, and her tongue was bitten, but she still refused to confess.

The girl was splashed awake again, and the tender hole between her two white legs had become a bloody hole, with her glossy pubic hair spread out haphazardly around the bleeding vulva. The three girls who were bound behind their backs were already stunned and motionless, as if they were dumbfounded by this horrific scene.

"Will you talk or not?" I grabbed her hair and said fiercely.

"...Beast," the voice was extremely weak.

“Damn it, if you don’t tell me, I’ll kill you.”

“…”

At my signal, the back of the torture chair was slowly lowered, so the girl’s upper body seemed to be lying on it. Then, the armrests binding the girl’s two jade feet were slowly raised, suspending the girl upside down. At this time, the girl’s legs were spread apart at about 70 degrees. An iron bar was inserted into the girl’s anus, with the other end pressed against the torture chair, supporting the girl.

Under the light, two thugs lifted a plate of charcoal fire, on which was placed a basin of water filled with bright red chili peppers.

I picked up a funnel and with a “hiss” inserted it into the girl’s bleeding vagina.

At this moment, the water in the basin began to boil. I grinned and took out a spoonful, walked in front of her, and pinched her pubic hair, saying, “Girl, tell me, if this bright red chili pepper water were poured into her wonderful place, it would be truly indescribable.”

“Beast, devil, I don’t know anything… ah… ah…” I poured a spoonful of boiling chili pepper water into her vagina.

The girl's two long, slender, fair legs immediately convulsed, her flat, smooth abdomen contracted desperately, and screams escaped from her cherry lips, white steam rising from her vagina.

"Will you talk or not?"

"..."

I spooned chili water into the girl's vagina until she fainted several times...

Chapter 35

The thugs untied Chen Hongchi from the torture chair. Her hair was disheveled, and blood flowed from her mouth and vagina. Her hands were bound behind her back, and she was dragged to a nearby hemp blanket, limp and panting heavily.

"Now, who's next?" My lewd gaze swept over the three young women.

The three girls turned their heads away simultaneously.

I pointed to the girl on the far left.

Two thugs immediately went up and untied her from the torture post, dragging her to the armchair where Chen Hongchi had just been tortured.

"You beast! You animal!" the girl cursed and struggled, but the two thugs quickly forced her onto the armchair, tying her hands to the back of the chair. Then, they lifted her legs and bound them tightly to the armrests.

I walked to the armchair and looked at the area between her spread legs, grinning lewdly. "Good girl, how was it? Did you see it? If you know what's good for you, just tell me."

The girl pouted, her pretty eyes glancing at me before tossing her short hair and turning her head away.

"You filthy bitch, strip me naked."

"Yes, sir!" The two thugs immediately grinned lewdly and moved closer.

Amidst the girl's screams of "Ah... Ah...", the two thugs stripped her naked, making her look like a little white lamb tied to the chair. Her breasts weren't large, but they were pointed and firm; her abdomen was flat and smooth; the pubic hair at the base of her white thighs wasn't dark and shiny, but it was thick and even. She was truly a pretty girl.

I saw that several thugs had already erected their tents, so I leered and walked forward, grabbing the girl's left, kite-like breast in my hand and grinning maliciously, "Good girl, even now you're not going to tell me?"

The girl's beautiful eyes blinked and then closed.

"Bastard," I cursed in a low voice. I stepped forward and parted the thick pubic hair with both hands, finding two tender pink labia. I pinched one labia with one hand and pulled them apart. Her vulva was surprisingly wet. I inserted my middle finger into the girl's vagina.

The girl tilted her head back, as if enduring immense pain. After a few thrusts, I withdrew my fingers. Some blood clung to my fingers, and her tender red clitoris was also stained with traces of blood; it seemed the girl was menstruating.

I took a white cloth and wiped away the blood, then turned to the two thugs and said, "Give her an electric shock; I refuse to believe we can't pry her mouth open."

Soon, the two thugs brought over an electric shock device.

I picked up the two red wires connected to small iron clamps, walked to the torture chair, lifted the girl's breasts, and rubbed her pink nipples for a while. The girl's nipples became erect, and I clamped one on each side with the iron clamps. Then I picked up the black iron rod with the wire attached.

The girl looked up in terror as I walked towards her genitals with the black iron rod.

I approached the girl's spread legs and ordered two thugs to pry open her labia, one on each side. I lewdly raised the black iron rod to her face and

said, "Good girl, talk, or this black rod will be shoved into your vagina."

A large, glistening tear rolled from the girl's tightly closed eyes as she turned her head away sadly.

I touched the iron rod to her pretty face, then slowly slid it down her fair, delicate skin, past her cleavage, her flat but firm abdomen, and her full vulva, finally pressing it against her vulva, which had been spread open by the thugs.

"Will you talk or not? This is your last chance," I said softly.

"...No, I don't know," the seemingly delicate and beautiful girl replied resolutely.

"Baka!" I gripped the iron rod tightly in my right hand and thrust it forcefully into her vagina, which had been pried open by the thugs.

"Ah...ah..." The girl screamed shrilly, her two fair legs and arms trembling simultaneously, her head bobbing painfully from side to side.

The iron rod was inserted entirely into the girl's vagina, about a foot and a half deep. I kept pushing it in until I couldn't go any further. Blood trickled from the gap between her labia and the rod. I released the rod, grabbed her hair, and said, "Good girl, how about it? It's not too late to regret it now."

"You beast, ptooey!" A mouthful of saliva, streaked with blood from biting her tongue, spat onto my nose.

"Bastard, give me the electric shock." I took out a white cloth to wipe the saliva from my nose and walked to the side.

"Snap!" Another thug pressed the button on the electric shock control panel.

Several blue flashes of electricity lit up the girl's two pink nipples. Then the girl let out a miserable howl. Her unbound abdomen arched upwards, and her two snow-white legs and arms also bent upwards, convulsing violently.

I grinned sinisterly and ordered the thugs to increase the current.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The uncontrollable screams were incessant wails. The silent interrogation room echoed only with the female prisoner's heart-wrenching screams. I grinned maliciously and walked to the other side of the girl. Electric current flowed through her nipples and vagina. The girl's eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, screaming desperately, making the armchair creak and groan.

After about four minutes of this, I waved my hand. The thug turned off the current.

With a "smack," the girl's snow-white buttocks fell back onto the armchair, her two pointed breasts heaving. She gasped for breath; in just four minutes, sweat had soaked her naked body. Her short, flowing hair clung to her fair, oval face, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

I grinned maliciously and reached out to pinch her left, shiny, slippery breast. "Good girl, tell me?"

"No...no..." Her voice was weak but resolute.

I nodded to the thug, who turned the current back on.

"Ah...ah...ah..." The girl's body arched again, convulsing and struggling. The second electric shock lasted about five minutes before I ordered it to be stopped again.

When the girl's snow-white buttocks fell back onto the torture chair, she was unconscious, crimson blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. The iron rod inserted into her vagina had been forced out more than half a foot due to the violent contractions of her vaginal muscles, the exposed part completely stained red with blood. The blood flowing from her lower body stained the torture chair.

I pulled the iron rod out of her vagina, and vaginal blood gushed out. I threw the iron rod on the ground and ordered the thugs to revive her.

Buckets of cold water were poured onto the girl's naked body.

After about four or five buckets, the girl groaned and awoke. I grabbed her hair and interrogated her.

"No...I don't know..." came the same answer.

I released her hair, turned to her lower body, looked at the blood-stained pubic hair on her bleeding vagina, and, grinning maliciously, slowly approached her vulva while typing on a typewriter.

"No...no...ah..." the girl cried out. I turned up the flame on the typewriter, the blue flame licking at the girl's two bloodstained, bright red labia.

Her labia twitched and contracted, resisting the burning heat of the flame, the muscles around her vulva writhing.

"Ah...ah...no...ah..." the girl cried out.

I pinched one of her labia and placed the flame beneath it.

"Ah...stop...ah..."

"Will you confess?"

"Ah...no...no..." the girl writhed, crying, her body bound to the torture chair.

I flicked the flame upwards.

With a "whoosh," the oval-shaped pubic hair on her lower body immediately burst into flames.

"Beast...ah...ah..." the girl desperately arched her buttocks, a long, pale yellow stream of urine shooting out from her opening and closing vulva, spraying a full two meters away; she had lost control of her bladder.

Her head slumped, and the girl fainted again.

I waved my hand, and the thugs untied the girl from the armchair and dragged her aside. This time, she didn't need to be tied up; she couldn't even stand up.

I went to the other two girls.

"Girls, you see? If you don't talk, this is what will happen to you. So, think it over carefully. I'll give you three minutes."

"I don't know, you beast, there's nothing to think about!" The girl on the left angrily spat at me, which I dodged in time. The girl on the right remained silent. I stared into her beautiful eyes, and a flicker of panic crossed her gaze as she avoided mine.

I immediately had an idea. I said to the other military police, "This girl is yours." I pointed to the girl on the left.

The thugs immediately surrounded her, leering.

"Don't cripple her." "I added another sentence.

So, amidst the girl's screams and cries, the thugs stripped her naked, untied her from the torture post, dragged her to a table on the other side, tied her hands to the table legs, two other thugs each grabbed one of her snow-white feet and spread them apart, while another thug, without a word, reached his two thick, dark hands to the girl's snow-white thighs, parted her labia, and inserted his thick, throbbing penis into the narrow crevice. Immediately, a series of sounds came from around the table where the thugs were gathered." The girl's screams mingled with the thugs' heavy, labored breathing.

I leered as I approached the girl bound to the iron post, scrutinizing her closely.

She was about twenty-two years old, dressed in a light blue cloth jacket, with short, neck-length hair, a long, straight nose, and full, luscious lips. Her beauty was almost excessively vibrant; she seemed to be a girl who knew how to dress well.

I grinned maliciously and reached out to touch her nipples through her clothing. Only then did I realize that her nipples were already swollen and throbbing.

I ripped open her bra, revealing a large section of her snow-white chest. I reached inside and pinched one of her full, soft breasts, saying, "Girl, tell me, what's your name?"

"I...I...I'm Shen Zhiping," the girl whispered, her face flushed.

I continued tearing open the other side of her bra, exposing her entire snow-white breast. I lifted her other breast and licked her nipple with my tongue.

The girl's face turned even redder, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

"Good girl, tell me, where is your liaison office in the city?" I said, still sucking on her nipple.

"I...I..." The girl dodged my licking while glancing at Chen Hongchi lying on the ground and another girl who had just been tortured.

I looked at them and said, "Don't worry, girl, they'll never get out."

The girl's face flushed red as she said, "I don't know much, the liaison office is..."

"Don't say it, Zhiping!" Chen Hongchi suddenly cried out from beside her.

I released the girl's nipple, walked to Chen Hongchi's side, pulled up her naked body, and punched her hard in the groin.

"Ah..." Chen Hongchi screamed and fell to the ground.

I summoned two military police and ordered them to take Shen Zhiping to a nearby torture chamber, ordering them to untie her hands. The two military police stood to one side.

I personally poured her a cup of tea and said, "Miss Shen, tell me what you know, and I won't mistreat you."

The girl's face turned pale and then red, clearly showing that she was having a fierce internal struggle.

"As long as you tell me, I'll let you go, and I promise I won't let Mei know."

"I... I don't know much. Chen Hongchi is our team leader, and she knows many secrets. Usually, Mei only contacts her subordinates through a single line. I only know that the Lü family clinic in the city is their liaison station."

"Oh my, Miss Shen, you're so beautiful, you'll be my intelligence agent from now on," I praised her a few times, and ordered the guards to take her to bathe and change. In this way, I gained another intelligence agent from the enemy camp.

When I returned to the torture chamber, the gang rape of the girl was nearing its end. The table was covered in milky semen. One of the thugs was thrusting forcefully, his two snow-white legs draped over his shoulders. The girl's legs hung limply, and she could no longer scream. Her lifeless eyes stared at the ceiling above the torture chamber.

As soon as I entered, several thugs stood up. The thug who was raping the girl quickly pulled his penis out of her body and stood up straight. The girl's legs hung limply, and her vulva was covered in blood.

"How was it? You all worked hard. Did you enjoy it?"

"Reporting to the commander, this woman is really good. She's so tight and narrow. We've already done it twice."

"Good. From now on, you all must work hard and be loyal to His Majesty the Emperor. These two girls will be your comfort women." I pointed to another girl who had just been tortured.

I ordered the thugs to lock Chen Hongchi back in the women's cell. Several thugs, their penises not quite erect, then again played with the vagina of the girl who had been tortured with iron rods, tormenting her until she was nearly dead.

Chapter 36:

Since Qin Yue's escape, Pingyang City seemed to have returned to peace. I had ordered Yangtian's Special Higher Police to monitor the Lü Clinic, but the enemy had not yet shown themselves.

Two weeks later, Qingchuan Jieyi, recovered from his injuries, returned to the unit. This man who had lost his testicles was acting strangely. Upon returning, he immediately requested that Chen Hongchi and Zhang Qian be handed over to him for interrogation. I only handed Zhang Qian over for interrogation; I hadn't had enough of Chen Hongchi yet.

I ordered the military police to hand Zhang Qian over to Qingchuan, then called Yangtian, the head of the Special Higher Police, and ordered him to come to headquarters.

Fifteen minutes later, Yangtian reported.

I had the guards bring him into headquarters.

"Mr. Yangtian, is there any new situation at the Lü Clinic?" I asked after Yangtian sat down and I made him tea.

"Commander, the enemy may have become aware of this and may have abandoned this contact point."

"Why?"

"Because for the past two weeks, not a single suspicious person has appeared. Commander, I think we should arrest and interrogate Dr. Lü and the nurse at Lü's Clinic?"

I stopped Yoda's question with a smile, "Yoda-kun, if interrogation were effective, would I still have you monitoring Lü's Clinic?"

"Your subordinate is dull-witted."

"Continue monitoring; the enemy will definitely reappear."

"Yes, sir!"

I handed Yoda a cigarette, lit it, and Yoda continued, "Commander, although no enemy activity has been detected at Lü's Clinic, our radio has detected another mysterious radio station operating within Pingyang City."

"Very good, Yoda-kun, we must capture this radio station."

'But…'

"But what?"

"But currently, our monitoring equipment in Pingyang City is insufficient. Should we have the provincial capital send a telecommunications measurement vehicle?"

"I will immediately call Commander Ohara in the provincial capital. " "

After making the call, I told Yangtian that the surveying vehicle from the provincial capital would arrive in two days.

After Yangtian returned to the Special Higher Police, I went to the interrogation room. At the door, I heard a woman's piercing scream, an uncontrollable scream.

I shook my head and chuckled, wondering what torture Qingchuan was inflicting on the female prisoner to elicit such a horrific scream. I had interrogated Zhang Qian many times before and had never heard such a piercing scream.

I entered the interrogation room. Zhang Qian was stripped naked and bound face-up to an iron bed. Her hands were pulled open and bound to iron buckles on either side of the bed, and her two fair, smooth thighs were spread apart and fastened to two upward-pointing 'Y'-shaped supports on either side of the bed, making..." Her genitals protruded forward, making it easier to torture her vulva.

Zhang Qian's pretty face was deathly pale, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her long, beautiful hair, cascading down her snow-white neck and shoulders, was soaked with sweat. Her breasts were red and swollen, with numerous needle marks on the nipples, indicating that she had been subjected to nipple clamps and needle torture. Now, two barbed iron clamps were clamped to her two erect nipples, connected to electrical wires. Two other wires were wrapped around her two snow-white ankles. It was clear that Qingchuan was electrocuting the girl; no wonder she screamed so horribly.

Zhang Qian's chest heaved and trembled violently as she gasped for breath, her entire body drenched in sweat. Her snow-white wrists were chafed raw from the torture, with blood seeping through.

"Miss Zhang, will you confess?" "

..."

With a "snap," Qingchuan switched off the power and slowly pulled it upwards.

Zhang Qian's two pinkish-white legs straightened first, then her buttocks lifted off the bed and arched upwards.

"Ah...ah..." As Qingchuan increased the current, a scream burst from the girl's throat.

"Squeak..." The torture chamber echoed with the terrifying sound of electric current passing through flesh, and the creaking of the iron bed shaking as the girl struggled.

The screams gradually faded, from high to low, until they disappeared, leaving only the girl's snow-white body trembling on the iron bed.

One minute, two minutes... When the fifth minute arrived, from the girl's arched pubic hair, her two bright red labia opened and closed with a sway, and a stream of pale yellow urine spurted out; the girl had lost control of her bladder.

Qingchuan continued to increase the current, and the sweat secreted from the girl's body dripped onto the iron bed with a "splat" of electricity. The mucus flowing from the girl's vulva flowed down her snow-white inner thighs, over her white buttocks, and then slowly dripped onto the iron bed.

"Snap!" The power was cut off. Zhang Qian's snow-white buttocks fell back onto the torture bed.

"Will you talk or not?" Qingchuan continued to interrogate.

"..."

"Ah..." Before the girl could speak, Qingchuan increased the current again.

Zhang Qian's head trembled, her large, beautiful eyes widened, and she made "heh, heh" sounds.

Her two bare, white jade feet, which were being held up, involuntarily pulled inward, and her protruding vulva began to flow with a thick but clear liquid again.

"You brat, I think I'll add some more to your load," Qingchuan said with a sneer.

Ever since he recovered from his injuries, I've felt that he's become even more brutal than me.

This time, Qingchuan picked up a wooden stick more than two inches thick from the pile of torture instruments on the ground. He walked to Zhang Qian's genitals, who was being electrocuted, and gripped the stick with both hands. He then thrust it into the girl's trembling vulva.

"Ah...ah..." The girl let out a couple more screams.

The stick was only inserted less than an inch, probably because the electrocution caused her vagina to spasm and contract so tightly that it gripped the stick.

"Bastard!" Qingchuan released the wooden stick, which remained erect inside the girl's vagina, like a stick growing out of a patch of black grass.

Qingchuan found a hammer, held the stick with his left hand, and hammered it deeper and deeper into the girl's vagina with his right.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's screams were no longer the delicate sounds a young girl should have. When the stick had gone in more than a foot, what flowed from the girl's vaginal opening was no longer clear mucus but bright red blood.

By the seventh minute of the electric shock, the stick had gone in a full foot and a half into her vagina, and charred scars began to appear on her nipples and snow-white ankles.

Qingchuan grabbed the stick that was still sticking out of the girl's vagina and hammered it again.

With a "sizzle," the stick went in more than half a foot this time, seemingly reaching the girl's uterus.

Zhang Qian, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, screamed in agony and fainted again.

Qingchuan shut off the current, and the girl's stiff body fell back onto the torture bed, immediately becoming limp.

I approached the torture bed and looked at Zhang Qian, who was lying naked on her back, and said to Qingchuan, "Well, Qingchuan-kun, now you know how tenacious Chinese girls are!"

"I really don't understand what their bodies are made of," Qingchuan shook his head in disappointment. He gripped the base of the wooden stick with both hands, and placed one foot against the inside of the girl's thigh on the torture bed. With a "hey," he forcefully pulled the wooden stick out of the girl's vagina. The girl swayed slightly but didn't come to her senses.

The wooden stick in Qingchuan's hands was already stained red with blood.

"Take a break," I said, looking at Zhang Qian's miserable state. "Call Director Fukuda to send someone to treat her, otherwise she won't be able to endure the torture this afternoon."

Twenty minutes later, Fukuda arrived with the same female nurse from last time. I saw Qingchuan's eyes light up with an unprecedented light when he looked at the female nurse.

The two men wiped the girl's entire body with alcohol, then disinfected and bandaged her nipples and wrists with antiseptic. Fukuda then parted the girl's labia and carefully examined her bloodied and mangled vagina, saying, "Commander, we can't torture her any further today. Any more torture and she'll be ruined."

"No! Female Eighth Route Army soldiers are all stubborn and won't admit defeat until they see the coffin. I must get a confession today," Qingchuan gritted her teeth.

Fukuda shook his head, took a pair of long pliers from his medicine box, wrapped some clean white cotton around them, dipped them in antiseptic, parted the girl's labia, and gently inserted the pliers. When he pulled them out, the white cotton was red and stained with some purplish-black blood.

After washing several times, the girl's vagina began to turn a tender red again, but the labia could no longer close, becoming a wide, red hole.

As Fukuda and the nurse packed their things to leave, Harukawa suddenly stopped the nurse and said, "Commander, I like her."

I looked at Fukuda and then at Harukawa, and said to Fukuda, "Since Harukawa-kun likes her, let her stay. What's her name?" Harukawa is a special agent dispatched from the provincial capital; I can't disregard Lieutenant General Akita's reputation.

"Yoko Yamato," Fukuda said.

The nurse looked pitiful, but because of her previous experience, she dared not resist, as resistance would be futile.

After seeing Fukuda off, Harukawa carried Yoko Yamato to another iron bed next to them. He impatiently unbuttoned Yoko's nurse's uniform, spreading it apart on both sides, and began to squeeze Yoko's two white, round, and large breasts.

Yoko kept her eyes closed and remained silent. Qingchuan, acting like a lustful maniac, cupped Yoko's breasts, sucking and licking her pink nipples. Then, he roughly tore open Yoko's panties, spreading the hem and pulling them down to her two pinkish-white calves. He lowered his head and covered Yoko's hairy genitals with his mouth, licking her labia and clitoris with his tongue.

Yoko lay on the iron bed with her face up, letting Qingchuan play with her, her beautiful eyes staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Qingchuan repeatedly sucked and licked Yoko's labia, licking the clitoris covered by the foreskin above Yoko's two pale pink labia majora, until Yoko's vulva was wet and glistening. After licking Yoko's vulva, he licked the inside of her snow-white, smooth thighs, but did not insert his penis. Instead, he turned Yoko over, making her raise her buttocks, spreading her two thick buttocks, and licking Yoko's pale yellow anus for a while before inserting his penis into Yoko's anus.

Qingchuan finished thrusting into Yoko after she cried out in pain, drawing blood from her anus.

At lunch, I asked Qingchuan, "Why did you choose to rape a nurse at the army hospital instead of enjoying such a beautiful female prisoner?"

This tough Imperial soldier blushed and replied, "I've liked nurses since I was little because my mother was one. One time I came home and saw my father on top of my mother, thrusting. I don't know why, but my mother was wearing a nurse's uniform that day. Seeing her snow-white thighs and smooth breasts aroused me. From then on, I liked nurses. Before joining the army, I finally slept with my mother."

At that moment, I felt a surge of attraction to Qingchuan. There were even more perverted people in the Imperial Japanese Army than me!

After a satisfying meal, I took Qingchuan to the interrogation room in the afternoon. The girl on the torture bed had regained consciousness, her face deathly pale.

"Miss Zhang," I said, walking to the bedside, "have you thought it through?"

"You beast, I don't know," I shook my head and sat down in a leather chair.

Qingchuan, his eyes red, walked to the torture bed and violently tore open the white cotton cloth wrapped around the girl's breasts. He pinched and rubbed her injured nipples.

The girl bit down hard, the veins on her neck bulging, cold sweat seeping from her pretty face, but she didn't utter a sound.

Qingchuan's violent pinching left Zhang Qian's two electrocuted nipples bloody and mangled.

"Will you talk?" Qingchuan grabbed a leather whip and lashed it across the girl's smooth abdomen and chest.

The whip left bloody welts on the girl's fair skin.

"Will you talk? Will you talk?" Qingchuan demanded fiercely, but it seemed to have little effect.

"Bastard." Qingchuan moved to the girl's crotch, pinched her labia, and pulled them open against her inner thighs. He then swung the whip at the girl's tender red vulva.

"Crack!" The whip struck heavily where the girl's thighs had split open.

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

"Crack!" The whip struck the same spot again. The girl's tender pink labia minora were torn open by the whip, and she screamed in agony as her two snow-white legs trembled uncontrollably, and the muscles around her vulva quivered.

A sharp crack echoed as the leather whip lashed across the girl's delicate labia, tearing them open and drawing blood. Clumps of pubic hair were pulled out by the whip. By the 50th lash, Zhang Qian had lost consciousness; her once beautiful and sexy genitals were almost unrecognizable.

Qingchuan poured a bucket of concentrated salt water onto the girl's bloodied genitals.

"Ah...ah..." The girl awoke in pain, hissing and gasping for breath. Her naked body writhed pitifully on the torture bed.

"Will you talk?"

"..."

Qingchuan summoned two thugs who used a wide leather belt to bind her tightly to the torture bed around her lower abdomen. Then, grinning maliciously, Qingchuan placed a piece of wood under the girl's buttocks, elevating them.

Qingchuan then took out an iron plate and placed it under the girl's raised buttocks.

Just as I was wondering what Qingchuan was going to do, he brought over a bottle of alcohol. He poured the alcohol into an iron pan, then grinned maliciously, lit a cigarette, and walked to the girl's side, saying, "Miss Zhang, confess, or I'll burn your genitals. That'll be a brutal torture; even if you recover, you'll be crippled."

Zhang Qian stared blankly at the busy Qingchuan.

Qingchuan grinned maliciously and brought the cigarette butt close to the girl's vulva.

The girl instinctively flinched, but Qingchuan didn't light the alcohol directly. Instead, he peeled back the girl's clitoris and pressed the cigarette butt against it.

"Beast... ah... ah..." The girl desperately arched her buttocks, but Qingchuan's cigarette butt was still firmly pressed against her clitoris.

The girl screamed and tossed her head.

Qingchuan removed the cigarette butt; the girl's once glistening, smooth clitoris had become a clump of yellowish-black flesh.

"Will you talk or not?" Qingchuan roared.

"..."

Qingchuan threw the cigarette butt into the iron pan.

With a "whoosh," the alcohol ignited, instantly setting the girl's pubic hair ablaze. The fire seared the girl's tender vulva.

"Ah...ah...it hurts..." The girl desperately tried to lift her buttocks to escape the scorching flames, but the leather straps binding her lower abdomen restricted her movements. Her vulva gradually charred under the flames, and streams of urine flowed continuously from her urethra. Gradually, under this torture, Zhang Qian was temporarily relieved of the pain once again.

Qingchuan removed the iron plate; the surface of the girl's vulva was completely burned, her labia stuck together, sealing her vaginal opening.

"Splash." Buckets of water were poured onto the girl's naked body.

Finally, the water woke the girl up.

I walked to one side of the torture bed. The girl lay on the bed, panting weakly, her face ashen.

"Miss Zhang, you're almost crippled, confess now."

"...No."

I sat back down in the leather chair. Qingchuan had already put on gloves. He grinned maliciously as he approached the girl's lower body, pressing his fingers against her scorched vulva, against the skin oozing yellow fluid. He aimed for the area roughly corresponding to her vagina and inserted his fingers, tearing apart her labia that were stuck together.

"Ah...ah..." the girl cried out softly, struggling.

Qingchuan gripped the labia with both hands and tore them upwards with force. Blood gushed from under the girl's skin. Amidst the girl's screams, Qingchuan ripped off the entire skin of her vulva, even the still-attached subcutaneous fascia, forcibly ripping it from her body.

The girl screamed loudly as the skin from her full vulva to her anus and the inner thighs was torn off, leaving her vulva covered in blood.

"Will you talk or not?" Qingchuan's voice demanded.

"..."

Qingchuan rubbed a handful of coarse white salt onto the girl's peeled vulva.

The tender, blood-red flesh immediately convulsed, causing her thighs to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah...it hurts so much...ah..." The girl's pretty face was contorted beyond recognition, and she finally couldn't help but faint again.

Qingchuan looked at the salt grains covering the girl's bloody, fleshy genitals and woke her up once more.

This time, Qingchuan took out a thin iron rod from the torture instruments, and I immediately understood that Qingchuan intended to insert it into the girl's urethra.

Sure enough, after receiving a "no" answer, Qingchuan began to stand at the girl's lower body and manipulate the tender flesh of her genitals. He held a white cotton ball in one hand, sucking the blood from the girl's genitals while searching for her urethra. Amid the girl's screams of agony, Qingchuan searched for a long time before finally finding the girl's urethra.

Qingchuan heated the iron rod until it was red-hot over a fire before using his left hand to pry open the girl's urethra, and then slowly inserted his right hand into the thin, red, tender hole.

A wisp of smoke rose from the girl's genitals with a hiss; it was the smell of the iron bar scorching her flesh.

"Oh...oh...ah..." came a long, agonizing howl. The thin wire slowly pierced her urethra, carrying with it a bloody, acrid stench. I instinctively pinched my nose.

The long, agonizing howl abruptly stopped; she had fainted, her face turning ashen.

Qingchuan, disappointed, pulled the wire from the girl's urethra, forced to admit he was a failure.

"Execute her." I looked at Zhang Qian, her upper and lower body mangled and bloodied, on the torture bed. Such a beautiful Chinese woman, reduced to this state by Qingchuan, now wouldn't even be considered a comfort woman.

The execution was scheduled for tomorrow morning.

The location was still the East Gate.

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