Fallen Heroine

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On a late autumn night in 1939, a prison van, escorted by a team of military police, drove into the backyard of the Japanese Kwantung Army's military police headquarters in Harbin. Under the dim streetlights, three women were seen being pushed and shoved into the underground interrogation room of the military police headquarters.

The room was dimly lit by electric lights. Three fierce-looking thugs, one on each side, led the three women to the center of the room. The bald-headed head of the military police's interrogation section went over and removed the overcoats covering the three women. They were completely naked underneath, blindfolded, their hands bound behind their backs, their mouths taped shut, and one of them had shackles on her bare feet, a look of shame on her face. It turned out that to prevent their escape, they had all been stripped naked; the overcoats they were wearing were only temporarily put on to avoid suspicion when moving them to a different interrogation location. The bald man removed the blindfolds and ripped off the duct tape from their mouths. Under the warm yellow light, the three women's fair, rosy bodies looked particularly alluring. Although they had tightly clamped their long, slender legs together, their dark pubic hair was clearly visible, gleaming brightly. Their snow-white breasts swayed up and down with their movements, the pink nipples standing out against their white breasts like two bright cherries on a bed of white cream, arousing the imagination.

The bald man took advantage of the situation, grabbing the breast of the quiet-looking girl on the far right, kneading and twisting it, even pinching and playing with the nipple between two fingers. With his other hand, he rubbed the tip of the nipple with his thumb, a lewd smile spreading across his face as he played with it. The quiet-looking girl struggled, trying to shrink back, but with nowhere to retreat and unable to push him away, she could only let the bald man play with her breasts like balls, tears streaming down her face in embarrassment.

"Beast!" the girl in the middle shouted angrily.

The bald man glared at her, seeing a girl with a cold, stern face, her dignified features radiating a heroic air. She was tall, even taller than the Japanese soldiers commonly known as "Wokou" (Japanese pirates). She had a strong, well-proportioned physique; her high breasts were accentuated by the ropes, her abdomen smooth, her buttocks round, her legs strong and long, and her bare, snow-white feet were shackled. Her skin was as white as jade—a typical image of a cold, beautiful goddess.

"You're in such a hurry, aren't you? I'll let you have some fun first!" The bald man grabbed her, ready to humiliate this woman who dared to challenge his authority. Several thugs watched and laughed heartily. They had no idea that the woman they were facing was no ordinary woman; this cold and beautiful woman was none other than the renowned female knight-errant "Jade Dragon" Leng Yan. The beloved daughter of Leng Biao, the leader of the Flying Swallow Sect, her martial arts skills were superb, especially her agility; she moved with the lightness of a swallow, leaping across rooftops as if on flat ground. Leng Yan was not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts but also possessed a chivalrous character, hating evil as if it were her enemy. Since her debut, she had killed many wealthy and unscrupulous landlords, bullies, and gentry. The bullies offered high rewards for her capture, but Leng Yan's abilities were too great; she was elusive, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, inspiring both fear and hatred in them. The oppressed poor, however, rejoiced and worshipped her like a living bodhisattva. In the martial arts world, Leng Yan was known as the female knight-errant "Jade Dragon." After the September 18 Incident, when the Japanese invaded Northeast China, many became traitors and collaborators. Leng Yan's Flying Swallow Sect, in anger, formed the "Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Corps."

Swearing to resist the Japanese invaders to the death, over a dozen Japanese officers of the rank of general were assassinated, drawing the attention of the Japanese Special Higher Police. A special team was organized to investigate. Like all gangs, the once-feared "Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Corps" was soon betrayed and collapsed. Leng Yan's father was brutally murdered by the enemy, but she narrowly escaped and vowed revenge. She then attempted to assassinate Doi Gen, the head of the Mei Agency, several times, but failed due to Doi Gen's tight security and secluded lifestyle. However, during one assassination attempt, she unexpectedly saved Xiang Mei, a renowned female intelligence agent of the Anti-Japanese United Army. Under Xiang Mei's guidance, Leng Yan realized the limitations of her own strength and, driven by national and personal vendettas, resolutely joined the Anti-Japanese United Army. Based on Leng Yan's characteristics, the Anti-Japanese United Army established a special female intelligence team, the "Swallow Team." Leng Yan served as captain, and Xiang Mei as political commissar. They infiltrated behind enemy lines to develop their forces. Their main tasks were intelligence gathering, assassination, and sabotage, while also recruiting patriotic youths to conduct underground work. They were similar to the later underground guerrilla forces. For a time, the Anti-Japanese United Army was greatly strengthened, inflicting heavy blows on the Japanese army. To eliminate the Swallow Gang, a major threat, the Japanese army ordered its intelligence agencies to solve the case within a specified time. However, the Swallow Gang, under the leadership of Mao Zedong, was unlike any ordinary gang. It was tightly organized, elusive, and its members were cold, beautiful, highly skilled, and daring. Adding to this was the organization of Xiang Mei, known as the "White Peony." Although only twenty-eight years old, Xiang Mei had ten years of underground work experience, building the Swallow Gang into a tight-knit underground intelligence network. Another person on the Japanese blacklist was Zhang Min, known as the "Female Zhuge Liang." Zhang Min was a top student at Peking University, and her parents were well-known industrialists in Northeast China. They were assassinated by Japanese agents for refusing to cooperate with the Japanese army. Zhang Min abandoned her studies to join the army, transforming from a frail college student into a strong soldier. Resourceful and quick-witted, she acted as the strategist of the Swallow Gang, devising strategies and outwitting the Japanese army, leaving the intelligence agencies frustrated and ultimately futile. Several Special Higher Police chiefs were dismissed, but the Swallow Team continued to grow, becoming a thorn in the side of the Japanese army, who both hated and feared them, wanting to eliminate them as soon as possible. This time, the Japanese Kwantung Army mobilized superior forces to annihilate the Anti-Japanese United Army. The Anti-Japanese United Army was scattered, and General Yang Jingyu tragically died in battle. The Northeast Anti-Japanese forces suffered a great blow, but the Japanese intelligence agency gained an unexpected advantage. Wu Jie, the female minister in charge of intelligence gathering within the Anti-Japanese United Army, was captured. The Special Higher Police secretly escorted Wu Jie back to Harbin and interrogated her for three days and three nights. Unable to withstand the torture, Wu Jie betrayed the team and defected to the enemy. However, Wu Jie was also unaware of the Swallow Team's situation. She always contacted Bai Mei and Leng Yan directly or indirectly to issue orders, and in special circumstances, she could also contact Zhang Min. Only the three of them knew who the other members of the Swallow Team were or how they communicated. Therefore, the Special Higher Police conspired to lure and capture them, ordering Wu Jie to contact Bai Mei and the other two to hold a meeting, preparing to wipe them out in one fell swoop. Thus, Leng Yan, Xiang Mei, and Zhang Min, three women of exceptional talent who struck fear into the hearts of the enemy, were betrayed by their own people and fell into the clutches of evil. The head of the secret service, Doi Gen, was overjoyed and ordered the Special Higher Police to find a breakthrough through these three women and capture the entire Swallow Team. On the day of their arrest, Leng Yan and the other two were transferred to the Harbin Military Police Headquarters. During the transfer, to prevent a prison break or escape, the Japanese army, disregarding the late autumn weather and cold, shamelessly stripped the three women naked and bound them. Fearing Leng Yan's martial arts skills, they specially fitted her with 20-kilogram shackles. To cover their tracks, each of them was draped in a Japanese military overcoat, and they were escorted to Harbin by heavy guards. The Special Higher Police attached great importance to this case, selecting a torture expert specializing in interrogating female prisoners, nicknamed "Bald Head," to be in charge of the interrogation and forced confessions. The bald man was a cruel and lecherous man who was originally a henchman in Japanese brothels, specializing in training prostitutes. He was very famous in the training industry, boasting that no woman was untamable, and that even the strongest and most loyal woman would be turned into a promiscuous prostitute in his hands. Many brothel owners secretly hired him to train the fierce and difficult women they had abducted. Once, he encountered a particularly difficult woman, subjecting her to naked humiliation, gang rape day and night, whipping, and enemas. This fierce woman could not endure it any longer. She feigned submission, and as soon as she was untied, she jumped from the second floor, her blood splattering on the spot. The bald man was captured and sentenced to death. But his fate was not to die. His skills in training women caught the attention of the Japanese underworld organization "Black Dragon Society," who secretly released him and sent him to China to join the Japanese military's intelligence agency, where he specialized in interrogating female prisoners. He intensified his methods of training prostitutes and applied them to interrogation, quickly becoming a renowned torture expert within the Special Higher Police. In his self-summarized experience, he stated, "Women are weak; you must suppress them harshly, ruthlessly humiliate them, break their self-esteem, and then torture them. They will become like bitches, completely at your mercy." His greatest passion was torturing women; the more fierce and unruly a woman, the more willing he was to interrogate her, claiming he enjoyed the challenge. He personally interrogated Wu Jie's case a few days ago. He directed a squad of soldiers to gang rape Wu Jie, putting aphrodisiacs in her food. Under the intense heat of the aphrodisiac, Wu Jie was humiliated and gang-raped again. Afterward, the bald man tortured her further, whipping her breasts and pricking her nipples with needles. Wu Jie could not endure it and succumbed to his tyranny. This time, he was specifically assigned to interrogate her using torture. The bald man, intending to first display his tyranny, was secretly pleased to see the woman in the middle glare at him defiantly. He figured subduing the leader would make the other two easier, and this cold, beautiful woman was exactly the kind of loyal and virtuous woman he enjoyed torturing. He grabbed her, ready to give her a taste of his breasts and hands. Unfortunately for him, he was facing the chivalrous heroine, Yu Jiaolong. Seeing the impending humiliation, the cold beauty didn't have time to think. She bent down, freeing herself from the thugs' grasp, and used her bound hands to push off the ground, unleashing a flurry of kicks that struck the bald man squarely in the groin. The bald man cried out in pain and fell more than a meter away, writhing on the ground clutching his groin. Having succeeded in her attack, the cold beauty had no time to consider the consequences. With a swift, sweeping kick, she knocked down the thugs behind her. The other two thugs stared in disbelief. Taking advantage of the moment, the ropes she had secretly worn down on the car snapped. Only then did the two thugs realize what was happening. They charged forward, howling, but were no match for Leng Yan. They were quickly knocked to the ground. The guards outside were also alerted and rushed in, guns drawn. Two guards lunged at Leng Yan, but she twisted her body and leaped more than ten feet into the air, grabbing the chains on the rack with both hands. Her legs swept out horizontally, the force of the twenty-pound shackles striking both guards squarely in the head, killing them instantly. Another guard, seeing the danger, raised his gun to shoot. Xiang Mei, who had been standing nearby, rushed forward. The guard's shot went astray, and Leng Yan flew in, knocking him unconscious with a single palm strike. However, the gunshot had alerted the guards outside. If Leng Yan had simply run out, her exceptional agility might have allowed her to escape, but she wanted to take her two companions with her. "Zhang Min, in this critical moment, is not confused. Don't worry about us; we can't escape

. The greater good is at stake!" Leng Yan, helpless, rushed out alone. But this delay allowed the military police in the courtyard to realize what was happening. Leng Yan had just rushed out of the basement when she was surrounded by more than a dozen military police. She leaped into the air, her snow-white body like a graceful white dragon, soaring out of the crowd. But upon landing, she saw more than a dozen Japanese soldiers guarding the high wall below with guns. There was no hope of escaping. Leng Yan decided to stop running. She knew what a tragic fate awaited her. She stood quietly, like a proud goddess, contemptuously watching the enemies who surrounded her again. She decided to fight to the death, to kill as many as possible. Another enemy charged forward. Leng Yan swayed, dodging to the side, and with a move called "Double Dragon Pearl Probing," she pierced his eyes. "Ah—" The Japanese soldier clutched his eyes and rolled on the ground, writhing in pain. The remaining Japanese soldiers were stunned. No one dared to attack.

"Damn it! Attack together!" At this moment, the bald man struggled out. The Japanese soldiers rushed forward, and Leng Yan unleashed her fists and feet, beating the Japanese soldiers to a pulp. But even a mighty tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. With her feet chained again, Leng Yan gradually lost her strength. She used her lightness skill to leap out of the crowd, but unexpectedly, a fishing net came crashing down on her, pulling her to the ground.

The Japanese soldiers swarmed her, pinning her down, and Leng Yan fell into their clutches once more. "Take her in," the bald man ordered viciously. A group of military police, still shaken, lifted the fishing net and carried Leng Yan, net and all, into the interrogation room. Double guards were added at the door.

Two burly thugs dragged Leng Yan out of the net, tied her hands behind her back, and lifted her from the ground. The bald man had recovered by this time, but still couldn't stand and had to sit on a chair behind the altar.

"Tie her up first! With cowhide rope." The bald man knew that ordinary hemp rope was ineffective against highly skilled martial artists. He had interrogated a female ninja and knew how to deal with people like ninjas. Cowhide rope was tough and couldn't be broken; it would shrink and dig into the flesh when wet, and even the strongest martial artist couldn't break it.

Another thug stepped forward, took a rope, and tied it around Leng Yan's neck, making a knot on her back. He then slipped the rope under her armpits, tightened it around her breasts, and tied her arms. He then tightened it again around her breasts, tying a knot on her back. He used another rope to tie the two ropes binding her breasts together, then slipped it over the knot around her neck and pulled it down. He twisted her hands upwards as much as possible, binding them tightly. Finally, he used a short rope to tie the two ropes binding her chest together. This was a special binding method designed specifically for women, called the "Big Breast Style." This binding would inevitably cause a woman's breasts to protrude outwards. This had two advantages: First, the breasts are one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. This binding made her aware that her most private area was exposed, making her breasts even more sensitive. Whether played with or tortured, it would be more unbearable for her. Second, of course, this binding would make breasts appear fuller and more sensual, regardless of size, further stimulating the sadist's lust. Moreover, the ropes binding her hands were connected to the ropes binding her chest; if her hands were to fall down, her breasts would be constricted and thrust upwards, as if intentionally, which was itself a form of humiliation.

The bald man admired her while considering how to interrogate her using torture. This aloof and beautiful woman was not to be trifled with; she was like a rose with thorns, and he might even get stung. He had to remove her thorns first.

Leng Yan was already bound. Although she knew she couldn't escape, she was still enraged by this lewd method of binding. "Shameless!" Leng Yan cursed angrily! She struggled desperately, but to no avail. The rope binding her chest didn't budge, only her breasts trembled. The bald man laughed loudly. This aloof woman was completely in his hands, and he was going to enjoy this feast. "

Come on! Make her kneel down first.

" The two bear-like thugs understood and stepped forward to tie Leng Yan's feet with hemp rope. They then forced her to kneel on the ground and crossed the ropes around her thighs, binding her left and right feet together. Now her feet were tied to her thighs. The two thugs pushed Leng Yan forward, causing her body to lean forward. Leng Yan's feet rose up along with her thighs, and her body weight was supported entirely by her knees. Leng Yan grunted and frowned. The two thugs tied Leng Yan's hair up again, securing it with ropes hanging from the beam. Everything was ready, and the two thugs released their grip on Leng Yan.

"Ah—"

Hearing Leng Yan's curses and seeing her flushed face and heaving breasts, the bald man burst into wild laughter:

"Haha…you think you're so capable? I'll see for myself. Let me tell you, in this house, everyone is tortured naked, and you're no exception. Besides," he lewdly said, his eyes fixed on Leng Yan's naked body,

"it's not the first time you've been naked in front of men. Are you really that embarrassed to take off your clothes and let us admire you?" As soon as

the bald man finished speaking, the thugs on either side let out a lewd chuckle. These lustful men had a special pleasure in torturing female prisoners, and they couldn't contain themselves any longer at the sight of a naked young woman.

"Yes, being tortured naked, that's what's truly exhilarating!" "One of the thugs shouted gleefully.

"How about it? It's not too late to talk now. If you wait until you can't take it anymore, the loss will be much greater!" The bald man, having humiliated her enough, issued his final threat.

Leng Yan remained silent. When the thugs stripped her naked and her thighs were roughly torn open, she realized that what she, as a woman, would have to endure in this house was far more than just ordinary torture. Now she faced only two choices: either confess immediately or stubbornly endure the unimaginable humiliation and torment. However, she could see that these beastly men would not let her off easily; a severe torture was inevitable.

Leng Yan silently closed her eyes. Blinded

by the torture device, she resolved to resist to the end, refusing to yield. None of this escaped the bald man's notice; he saw the helplessness in her expression as she endured the torture. He also realized that this was a difficult woman to deal with; without severe torture, she wouldn't confess easily.

He glanced again at the young woman kneeling on the ground in a V-shape, feeling a surge of pleasure. In this torture chamber, no matter how noble a woman, she would be stripped of her disguise and revealed her true self; no matter how strong a woman, she would cry out, scream, and even succumb to despair. She endured the pain and begged for mercy. This was his pleasurable "paradise," where he needed no excuse to toy with women; any means were permitted as long as a confession was obtained. Of course, he wouldn't let the female prisoners confess easily. He knew how to control the pace of interrogation, making the female prisoners wish they were dead, allowing him to indulge himself under the guise of "interrogation."

The bald man's gaze remained greedily scanning the young girl's body. Looking at the naked, glistening flesh of the woman before him and the captivating parts of her body, he couldn't help but feel waves of... Sexual urges surged within him. The women he had tortured appeared before him again, their piercing screams and heart-wrenching cries echoing in his ears. Finally, his gaze settled on the young woman's full, white breasts and the area of her lower body, surrounded by black pubic hair and slightly parted by her thighs. He knew what a woman cherished most and what she feared most; he decided to torture these two most sensitive and vulnerable parts of a woman. He believed that even the strongest woman would find it difficult to endure such bestial torture.

"Your name." This was the interrogator's tactic; answering the first question was like acknowledging a weaker position, unconsciously submitting to the stronger. But the bald man was disappointed; silence answered him. He

tossed his head, and the two thugs behind Leng Yan turned and viciously stabbed her in the abdomen with their rubber batons.

"Bastard, answer now!"

Waves of intense pain shot through her lower abdomen, knees, and hair. Leng Yan gritted her teeth, focusing her energy in her abdomen, and stubbornly remained silent. The two thugs, after poking her a dozen times, were stunned to find that Leng Yan didn't scream like most women. The

bald man waved his hand, and the two thugs quickly retreated.

The bald man was also surprised; in his memory, he had never seen anyone endure such pain so well. This binding position was a torture method used on the most important and difficult prisoners. Even a strong, muscular man would be drenched in sweat and in unbearable pain within five minutes. If the weakest point, the lower abdomen, were further attacked, a scream would surely follow. The bald man thought, "It seems this is an extremely strong-willed woman; she wouldn't even stoop to the urge to cry out to alleviate her pain. It seems I must first attack her pride.

" "Since you won't make a sound, I'll help you! Get the bell."

"Cough." A henchman picked up a box from the rack and placed it on the altar. The bald man opened it, deliberately turning it so Leng Yan could see it. This was a torture instrument he had brought from Japan, specifically for women's torture. Inside were rows of wooden sticks, rubber rods, iron bars, and other implements of various sizes, some with barbs, some with hooks, and the ends of the sticks could be connected to electricity or water. There were also various types of pliers and clamps, gleaming coldly and chilling to the bone. Beside them, for reasons unknown, were three pairs of large, medium, and small bells.

The bald man grinned, put on an asbestos glove, and picked up two yellow copper wires from beside the bells. At this moment, two henchmen brought over a burning charcoal brazier and placed it in front of Leng Yan. The bald man heated the copper wires in the charcoal fire. By this time, Leng Yan was already somewhat... She couldn't kneel any longer, but she kept her eyes closed and remained silent. Just then, she felt an inexplicable pressure on her chest. Someone reached out and grabbed her breasts forcefully. Leng Yan opened her eyes and saw the bald man leeringly playing with her breasts. She felt him kneading her breasts, sometimes gripping them tightly with his fingers, sometimes gently rubbing them with his palm, and sometimes pinching and rubbing her nipples with his fingers. Leng Yan felt both ashamed and angry, and cursed, "Beast!" The bald man laughed loudly and continued to play with her nipples. Leng Yan felt an indescribable sense of disgust. To make matters worse, her vulva was also being touched. It turned out that two thugs had joined the fray. They used their fingertips to spread her labia majora, rubbing and grinding against her labia minora. Sometimes they lightly touched her delicate clitoris, and sometimes they inserted their fingers into her vagina and stirred them in and out.

The three men relentlessly teased the most sensitive parts of her body. The virgin Leng Yan was no match for these ruthless bastards who had raped countless women. She was caught in a crossfire, unable to attend to her surroundings, and a strange, tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

In less than a quarter of an hour, her cheeks burned, her heart pounded, and she felt an indescribable emptiness in her lower body. Her breathing became increasingly rapid. Under the violent stimulation, her nipples engorged and hardened, her clitoris erect, and Leng Yan resisted the onslaught of lust with incredible willpower.

"Still not answering?"

"..."

"Fine, let me get you a bell. Do you prefer a large one or a small one? Seeing how tough you are, a large one would suit you better. Haha." The bald man picked up a pair of pliers, clamped them onto Leng Yan's nipple, and pulled them out. Leng Yan cried out, "Ah!" A sharp pain shot through her body. Leng Yan's energy was scattered, making it impossible for her to use her internal energy to resist. Moreover, sensitive areas like her nipples and lower body were unprotected.

"Hmph, you can't even take this? This is just a warm-up. It's not too late to answer now."

Leng Yan closed her eyes again. The bald man took a red-hot copper wire and threaded it through the base of her nipple. A wisp of white smoke rose amidst her suppressed screams. The bald man released the clamps, bent the copper wire into a circle, took a large bell, hung it on, and screwed on the connector. He then threaded the same wire through the other nipple, hung the bell on it, and released it. The bell, along with the nipple, sank down.

The

nipples trembled and swayed under the tearing of the bell; this was a humiliation more unbearable than torture. Leng Yan's eyes filled with tears of humiliation as she gritted her teeth and cursed, "Vulgar."

The bald man, as if hearing praise, said, "You're willing to speak now. What's your name?"

Silence followed.

"Still not going to talk? Hang her up." Two thugs pulled two iron chains down from the beam, each with a slipknot at the end. They looped the chains around Leng Yan's big toes, which were sticking up, and pulled the chains to either side, lifting her off the ground. With all three ropes pulling, Leng Yan was slowly hoisted more than a meter high. Leng Yan tried her best to suppress her screams, but the three ropes were pulling on her hair and her two big toes, especially her toes, which felt like they were being forcibly pulled off her body. In just a short while, Leng Yan was drenched in sweat.

"How is it? Comfortable? Will you confess?" Leng Yan remained silent.

"Ring the bell."

The two thugs each picked up a thin willow whip and lashed it hard at Leng Yan's breasts.

"Crack—" The first lash swept across her upper breast, leaving a long, thin welt. Leng Yan shuddered, as if she had shivered, and a scream involuntarily escaped her lips. "Ah—." The second lash followed immediately after the first, and Leng Yan's whole body convulsed. Her scream turned into a "woo—." Leng Yan tried to suppress the pain, but the pain exceeded her expectations. She still groaned, though much softer than the first, a pitiful whimper escaping from between her teeth! The thugs stood on either side of Leng Yan, stopping after every three lashes to allow her half a minute to catch her breath before demanding, "Confess or not!" before resuming the beating. Leng Yan was drenched in sweat from the pain, as if she had been washed. Her neck swelled thickly, and after more than twenty lashes, her body was covered with fine, terrifying welts. The torture chamber still echoed with the terrifying whistling of the whip, the brutal jingling of the bells, and Leng Yan's pitiful groans. Finally, the painful groans ceased, and Leng Yan fainted.

"Splash—" A bowl of cold water was splashed on Leng Yan's face. She slowly awoke, and excruciating pain surged through her body. She couldn't help but groan.

Seeing Leng Yan's unbearable pain, the bald man felt a sadistic pleasure. "Want to talk now?"

Leng Yan closed her eyes in agony again. The bald man couldn't help but admire this strong woman.

"Good for you, let's see how long you can hold out. Come on, add another 'pleasure bell' to her."

Two thugs came up and pulled two more chains down from the beam, each chain end with a small, slipknotted noose. They put the nooses over Leng Yan's thumbs, which were tied behind her back, and loosened the rope binding her hair, thus suspending her horizontally in the air. Leng Yan sensed someone behind her using their fingertips to pry open her labia majora, rubbing and kneading her labia minora while teasing and kneading her delicate clitoris. Sometimes, they would insert their fingers into her vagina and stir them in and out repeatedly. In just a short while, Leng Yan's sexual desire was aroused. She tried to suppress it, but under the intense stimulation, her primal desire grew stronger and stronger. Leng Yan felt a strange pleasure amidst the intense pain. Although she tried her best to eliminate this feeling, she unconsciously lost control. Her inner thighs twitched, her whole body trembled, her lower abdomen tightened, and a gush of vaginal fluid flowed uncontrollably from her vagina. The bald man proudly held up his fingers, covered in vaginal fluid, in front of Leng Yan, humiliating her, "I didn't expect you to be so lustful."

"Shameless—" Leng Yan cursed angrily.

The bald man grew even more smug. He placed a mirror in front of and behind Leng Yan, reflecting the light so that she could clearly see her embarrassing state. Her entire vulva was exposed to everyone without reservation. Her inner thighs were snow-white, her pubic hair thick and jet black, while her labia majora were incredibly tender. Her two deep red labia minora, engorged with blood, were hard and spread outwards, like a newly opened orchid, forming a trumpet shape. A pink clitoris peeked out from the tip, resembling a small glans, slightly swollen. The lower opening constantly oozed a trickle of vaginal fluid, contracting and expanding, revealing glimpses of the pale pink flesh inside. Even Leng Yan herself blushed at this humiliating sight. Seeing a blush rise on Leng Yan's pale face, the bald man secretly gloated. Leng Yan was unaware of his machinations; he had applied a potent aphrodisiac to her fingers. After intense sexual stimulation, not only would Leng Yan, who had never been with a man before and was as pure as a snow lotus, be unable to resist, but even seasoned prostitutes would succumb. The bald man's aim was to psychologically destroy strong women like Leng Yan. A woman who loses her self-respect is no longer strong; he wanted to restore her fragile nature and then subject her to torture, making her feel unbearable and causing her to collapse. This was the bald man's superior skill. He continued to humiliate Leng Yan, rapidly kneading her already erect clitoris with his fingers. "Mmm—ah—uh—"

Leng Yan could no longer hold back; she was once again forced to the peak of orgasm. Leng Yan's expression was somewhat dazed. On one hand, the inhuman torture was unbearable, but on the other hand, she felt ashamed of the pleasure she was experiencing. Suddenly, the bald man stopped. This was the final moment before she reached her climax. Leng Yan unconsciously let out a soft "Mmm." At this point, the pleasure in her body had surpassed the pain, and she secretly hoped that the annoying finger would continue.

"If you tell me your name, I'll continue," the bald man said. He could already see Leng Yan's lower abdomen twisting and her inner thighs twitching—signs of a female orgasm.

"Well, can you tell me your name now?" the bald man asked as gently as possible. It was on this question that the enemy had found a weakness in Wu Jie. Leng Yan struggled internally. Compared to the cruel torture and inhuman humiliation, the pleasure she had just experienced was like stepping onto clouds; falling back into hell would be unbearable for anyone. Looking at the bald man's face, she savored the feeling, like receiving a long-awaited gift as a child, her heart filled with excitement and thrill. Thinking of her mother's beautiful, gentle face, suddenly, her face turned deathly pale, covered in bloodstains, her naked body bound and hung on the city gate tower, a naked corpse displayed for all to see. She cried out, calling for her mother to come back, but her mother never returned. She had been tortured to death by the Japanese, her pristine naked body covered with the scars left by cruel instruments of torture. Suddenly, her stern face hardened again. Whenever she felt the urge to act recklessly, she would remind herself: "The enemy is a fierce and brutal beast, and it is also cunning. We must be clever hunters, and victory will surely be ours!" Thinking of this, Leng Yan seemed to gain inexhaustible strength. She could not let the enemy succeed. Leng Yan's expression regained its calm and aloofness. Now, she had returned to being the strong, decisive, and fearless female knight-errant "Jade Dragon." "

You think you can subdue me with such despicable means? Dream on! Show me what other powerful tricks you have up your sleeve."

The bald man never dreamed that Leng Yan would dare to challenge him under such circumstances. Under normal circumstances, a woman who suffers such cruel humiliation, even if she doesn't beg for mercy, will have her self-confidence severely damaged, feel ashamed, and begin to doubt her own strength. No one had ever displayed such fighting spirit under such humiliation. "This is a tough opponent," the bald man thought to himself. "If a woman's confidence isn't shattered, the interrogation will be a very long process, and relying solely on torture to subdue her isn't very effective. I'll have to try again."

"Looks like you haven't had enough fun yet. Well then, I'll give you a good time, and I'll give you a happy bell down there."

The bald man took a notched copper ring from the box, used pliers to heat it in the stove, and watched as the ring gradually heated and turned red, her expression unchanged. The bald man held the heated ring up to Leng Yan's face, a wave of heat hitting her face. Leng Yan instinctively flinched, and the bald man smiled maliciously.

"I'll put this ring through your lower body and hang a large bell on it. You'll experience the feeling of extreme excitement, hahaha."

"Shameless beast!"

Leng Yan cursed angrily and helplessly closed her beautiful eyes. She felt a scorching current run down her face, past her nipples, through her lower abdomen, and straight to her vulva. She trembled slightly, crying out in her heart, "Mother, give me strength." Suddenly, a tremendous pain shot through her lower body, piercing her heart, as if she had been cleaved in two by a fiery knife. Leng Yan couldn't help but scream, "Ah—!" She desperately tried to contract her muscles, trying to escape the burning ring. But the pain only intensified, and as she struggled in the air, the two bells on her chest jingled.

At that moment, the bald man was kneading Leng Yan's clitoris with one hand, while slowly threading the copper ring through her labia majora with the other. He tried to slow down, prolonging Leng Yan's pain, letting her experience this humiliating agony. After a while, he heated another copper ring and threaded it through the other labia. This time, Leng Yan desperately tried not to cry out, but she still trembled with pain, sweat dripping from her face to the ground. This time, the bald man targeted the woman's most sensitive spot: the clitoris.

He switched to the thinnest copper ring, heated it until it was red-hot, and slowly inserted it through the lower part of the clitoris. This time, Leng Yan couldn't help but cry out, "Ah—uh—ah!" The pain was beyond her imagination.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm—" Leng Yan groaned softly, but the pain didn't diminish her fighting spirit: "Is that all you've got? Come on, try again!" Leng Yan was not to be outdone.

The bald man was not only enraged by Leng Yan's contempt, but also said, "You're so stubborn, give me the biggest bell." The bell the thug took out was two or three times larger than the one hanging on Leng Yan's chest, about the size of a school bell.

"How about it, will you talk or not?"

"Don't you have an even bigger one?" Leng Yan was fearless, making the bald man speechless for a long time. "Fine, I'll let you taste it first! Hang it!" The thug hung the two iron hooks on the bell into the copper rings on the two labia majora.

"Ah—oh—"

Leng Yan felt a powerful, violent tearing motion against her lower body, the intense pain coming in waves, accompanied by the piercing sound of bells. Then, a willow whip lashed her body, and she struggled even more fiercely, pulling the ropes binding her hands and feet with a loud "bang.

" "Now you know what it feels like, right?" "

Again!" Leng Yan said with her last bit of strength,

"Okay, shift gears." The thug hooked a hook from her labia onto her clitoris, and Leng Yan immediately felt the pain multiply. She began to struggle again, but the struggle only intensified her pain. Leng Yan quickly understood this; she tried to remain still, and the pain lessened accordingly. However, every time she paused slightly, the bald man's hateful face would come close, interrogating her, and then he would strike the bell on Leng Yan's lower body hard with his small iron hammer. "Ouch, ugh—" The unbearable pain caused Leng Yan to scream repeatedly, struggling violently. In the end, she had no strength left to speak; sweat dripped onto the ground, forming a puddle, and Leng Yan finally fainted.

Leng Yan involuntarily cried out. Now, her balance was only maintained by her hair and knees. This was a common tactic used by spies when interrogating female prisoners; before torture, they would always strip the victim naked, exposing her sensitive areas to humiliate her. Such humiliation, especially for a young woman, was more unbearable than the torture itself.

The bald man, hands behind his back, walked to the young woman bound to the torture chair, his vicious gaze sweeping over her exposed body—this was called "visual interrogation."

One could imagine the feelings of a young woman in her early twenties, stripped naked, bound hand and foot, forced to spread her legs, her most sensitive areas exposed to the gaze of the opposite sex! Although Leng Yan was a strong-willed and courageous woman, and had mentally prepared herself for torture, she never expected the spies to resort to such despicable methods, finding it utterly unbearable. Her face flushed crimson, her breathing quickened, and she couldn't help but angrily curse,

"Beasts! Use torture if you must! Don't be so shameless!"

But she regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. She knew that saying anything here was useless; she seemed to understand everything from the lecherous gazes and impatient expressions of the thugs around her. So, Leng Yan fell silent, closed her eyes, and forcefully held back the tears that were about to flow.

[The End]

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