The Legend of Heroines of Jiaodong

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In the autumn of 1941, Jiaozhou, under Japanese occupation, was a desolate scene.

As dusk fell, a glimmer of life began to appear in the county town, with vendors selling cigarettes, spring rolls, and repairing shoes and hats gradually increasing in number. Inside the Japanese Special Higher Police headquarters at the eastern end of the town, a profound silence prevailed, broken only by the occasional heart-wrenching screams of a young girl. In the innermost torture chamber, a horrific atrocity was unfolding. A beautiful girl of about eighteen or nineteen was naked, stretched out in a "spread-eagle" position, strapped to a rack. A Japanese major sat in a swivel chair, while four burly men tortured the girl. Her body was covered in welts from the whip, and she had lost consciousness.

Major Hihara Shinji sat in the swivel chair, gazing at the unconscious girl, lost in thought. For a month, Japanese military trains transporting ammunition to the North China battlefield were repeatedly ambushed by guerrillas, resulting in the interception of large quantities of munitions and inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese forces in North China by the Eighth Route Army. Several Japanese officers were assassinated in cities. The guerrillas' elusive tactics baffled the Japanese staff, who issued a strict order to the Special Higher Police to locate and eliminate the guerrillas.

The Japanese meticulously planned their operation, finally capturing a female guerrilla liaison during a raid. To extract intelligence from her, the Special Higher Police devised a meticulous interrogation plan.

"Splash!" A Japanese soldier poured a bucket of cold water onto the girl's naked body.

"Ah—" The girl awoke.

Hihara Shinji walked up to the girl, lifted her chin, and said, "Girl, you must tell us about the guerrillas, or else—"

"Pah!" The girl suddenly spat in Hihara Shinji's face.

"Damn it, looks like you won't talk unless I teach you a lesson."

Hihara Shinji clapped his hands, and one of the thugs took a wooden box from the torture rack. Opening it, they found over a dozen silver needles, each about two inches long.

Hihara Shinji leered and walked to the rack, lifting the girl's white, firm breasts with one hand. "Girl, talk, or these beautiful breasts will be ruined."

"I don't know." The girl turned her head away.

"Ah----" The girl screamed. A thug cruelly inserted a silver needle into the girl's nipple.

"Will you talk or not?"

"--------"

The girl didn't answer. The thug inserted another silver needle into the girl's pink right breast.

"Beasts, you dog bandits, you'll all die a horrible death!" the girl cursed. Soon, her two firm, white breasts were covered in silver needles, and she fainted.

"Splash!" Cold water was splashed on the girl again to wake her.

"Will you talk or not?"

The girl didn't answer. "

Damn it, use the woman's torture!"

"Yes, sir!" Two Japanese soldiers lewdly untied the girl from the spread-eagle frame, dragged her to a torture bed, pressed her face up onto the iron bed, tied her hands behind her back, fastened an iron ring around her waist, and then tied a rope around her feet, pulling the rope upwards and to the sides, thus spreading her legs apart. A young girl's most shameful part was completely exposed to the Japanese soldiers.

"Girl, speak! Otherwise, the punishment below is not something a beautiful girl like you can endure. Besides, the Imperial Army loves your body so much; it would be a pity to damage it."

"No, you heartless beasts, you will get your retribution! One day someone will avenge me!" "The girl stared at Hihara Shinji calmly and said

, 'I'll make you talk.' Hihara Shinji leered as he took a silver needle from the torture rack, went to the rack, and parted the girl's pubic hair with a lewd grin. He used his left hand to spread the girl's pink labia, then placed the silver needle on the torture bed with his right hand. He placed his index and middle fingers on the girl's vulva and began to rub her pink clitoris. Under Hihara Shinji's rubbing, the girl's clitoris gradually became erect.

'Speak or not, or this silver needle will be inserted into your clitoris.'

'You beast, I don't know.'

Seeing that the girl didn't speak, Hihara Shinji stabbed the silver needle into the girl's clitoris, but deliberately didn't pierce it, instead playing with it on both sides of the clitoris.

'Ah-----.' The girl's breasts turned red, and a clear, sticky fluid flowed from her vagina. Her high, firm breasts heaved."

“Girl, just tell me, why endure this torture any longer!” “Beast—ah!” The girl screamed in agony. Seeing that she wouldn’t speak, Hihara Shinji pierced the girl’s clitoris with a silver needle. Blood slowly seeped from her clitoris, dripping onto the torture bed. The girl fainted.

“Splash!” A Japanese thug poured a bucket of cold water onto the girl’s naked genitals. The girl woke up again. “Will you talk or not?”

“I don’t know.”

“If you don’t talk, I’ll make sure you can never be a woman again.”

Seeing that the girl wouldn’t confess, Hihara Shinji ordered a Japanese soldier to take a leather case from the torture instruments. Opening it, they found rows of various sticks neatly arranged inside—iron sticks, rubber sticks, barbed sticks, hooked sticks—with water and electricity outlets at the back.

A thug took out a barbed iron stick more than two feet long and two inches thick from the case, then attached it to a machine and turned on the power. The iron stick spun rapidly, and the Japanese soldier, leering, inserted it into the girl’s vagina. The iron rod spun rapidly inside the girl's vagina, thrusting in and out under the control of the Japanese thugs. Each time it went in, the girl's pink labia were pushed inwards, and when it was pulled out, they were turned back, causing the girl's breasts to heave.

"How is it? Going to heaven, huh?" The iron rod was pushed inch by inch into the girl's vagina, and the girl gasped for breath.

"Will you talk or not?" Hihara Shinji signaled the thugs to stop.

"Pah!" The girl spat with all her might onto Hihara Shinji's face. Hihara Shinji didn't get angry but laughed, wiping the spit from his face with the girl's pale white panties that had been pulled off, and grinned maliciously at the Japanese thugs, "Put it all the way in. I want to see how long she can endure it."

"Ah------" The girl suddenly screamed, her whole body arching backwards. The torture bed creaked as she struggled, and her two fair legs contracted due to the intense pain, making the skin on her feet turn a ghastly white.

The Japanese soldier forcefully thrust an iron rod into the girl's vagina. The two-foot-long rod pierced her tender vagina, reaching all the way to her uterus. Vaginal blood gushed from her vulva, quickly forming a large pool of blood and discharge beneath her buttocks.

"Will you talk or not?"

The girl closed her beautiful eyes and turned her head away, enduring the excruciating pain in her lower body.

Hihara Shinji ordered his thugs to pour chili water into the girl's vagina from behind the iron rod.

"Ah-----it hurts so much----stop----stop---ah----"

Hihara Shinji again signaled to the thugs to stop the torture.

'See? Now you know how powerful the Imperial Army is, tell me!' "I...I don't know." "

Seeing that the girl had deceived him, Hihara Shinji, enraged, ordered his henchmen to remove the iron rod from the girl's genitals. He personally replaced it with a thick, long iron rod with a hook at the end and inserted the iron rod into the girl's vagina. The hook of the iron rod rotated and rubbed against the girl's vaginal folds. At the same time, he ordered two henchmen to use a red-hot branding iron to burn her two full breasts.

The girl's pitiful screams echoed in the torture chamber. Soon, two Japanese soldiers continued to burn the girl's breasts with the red-hot branding iron. The girl's two full, white breasts were charred black, and the torture chamber was filled with the stench of burning flesh. The girl fainted seven or eight times, each time being revived by splashing cold water. Hihara Shinji himself could not bear it any longer and left.

"

The "Fengyang Teahouse" was located near Xiaowang Temple in the east of Jiaozhou, right outside the Japanese Special Higher Police. The mast was held by a thin man in his forties named Wang Zhenlin. Since it was morning, a few customers were drinking tea. The conversation between two burly Japanese soldiers on his left caught his attention.

"Mr. Mizuta, you don't know, that Chinese girl we captured the day before yesterday was a rare beauty. I've never seen anyone so beautiful in Japan. It's a pity she's a female guerrilla fighter, she's really tough. You know the guerrillas have been very active lately. To get information from her, we tortured her severely last night, but she didn't say a word. Her beautiful lower body was all torn apart. What a pity."

"Mr. Qingjian, is she dead?"

"No, Major Hihara said not to torture her tonight until she talks."

"Don't you Special Higher Police have any chance with such a beautiful girl?"

"Of course we do! Yesterday, the five of us took turns with her all day. I can't even straighten my back today. Her place is really amazing, she's definitely still a virgin."

The tea shop owner rubbed his hands together, his knuckles turning white. The torture chamber was dimly lit. A snow-white female body was bound face-up to an arched torture chair. Her hands were twisted and handcuffed. She was Zhou Jie, the female guerrilla fighter captured two days earlier. Her legs were spread wide and bound, her genitals fully exposed to the Japanese soldiers. Her pink labia were weakly parted, covered in semen and blood. The girl's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.

Fei Yuan Jinji walked to the rack and grinned maliciously, "Miss Zhou, speak. Why hide it from them anymore?" "Beasts, they will avenge me." "Is that so? How will they know you're enjoying yourself here?" "-------" "Use salt water to wash Miss Zhou's body." Two thugs grinned maliciously as they parted the girl's labia and poured concentrated salt water into her vagina, then vigorously rubbed her clitoris and labia. "Ah-----" Zhou Jie screamed in agony, feeling a sharp pain in her genitals. Bright red blood flowed from the girl's vulva. "Will you talk, Miss Zhou?" " -------" Seeing the girl remain silent, Fei Yuan Jinji ordered his thugs to insert a two-foot-long, barbed iron rod into the girl's vagina. The iron rod slowly sank into the girl's tender flesh. By the time the entire iron rod was inserted, the girl had fainted three times, her body soaked as if she had just been pulled from the water, her lower body as if immersed in blood, the blood flowing from her vagina accumulating in a large puddle. Cold water was splashed again to revive the naked girl. Zhou Jie struggled to open her eyes. "Will you talk?" Fei Yuan Jinji forcefully thrust the iron rod in. "---" "I'll add a little more, and you'll talk." Fei Yuan Jinji ordered the Japanese soldiers to subject Zhou Jie to brutal electric shocks. Two thugs wrapped two wires around Zhou Jie's two erect nipples, then wrapped another wire around the iron rod in the girl's lower body, and turned on the power. "Ah----" the girl screamed, arching her back. Her labia were torn open as if forcibly pulled apart, blue arcs of electricity swirling inside her vagina. "Will you talk or not?" Hihara Shinji ordered the power to be turned off. Zhou Jie gasped for breath, her high, firm breasts heaving. Seeing that the girl wouldn't speak, the power was turned back on. "Ah------" A scream pierced the girl's vagina, a stream of yellowish urine gushing out; she had lost control of her bladder. The voltage was increased to 100 volts, and the girl's screams became hoarse. The iron rod was violently thrusting in and out of the girl's lower body, and streams of blood flowed from the folds of her thighs. Finally, the girl lost consciousness. Hihara Shinji ordered the iron rod to be removed from the girl's lower body. Cold water was splashed on the girl again to wake her. "Will you talk or not?" Hihara Shinji grabbed the girl's long hair. The girl weakly shook her head. Fei Yuan Jin'er grinned maliciously and ordered his thugs to drag the girl to a "cross"-shaped torture chair. He spread her hands wide and fastened them to the crossbar with iron buckles. Then, he tied ropes around her snow-white abdomen and bound her two snow-white, rounded legs to long strips of wood, the ropes looping around her knees and tightening. He then spread her legs to their limit, fully exposing her genitals. "Miss Zhou," he said, "tell me. The torture I'm about to inflict on you is unbearable for any woman. Why wait until you're tortured to speak? That would be a huge loss for you. Why should a beautiful girl like you risk your life for the guerrillas? Just tell me the guerrillas' location, and I can immediately send you abroad to recuperate. In three months, you'll be an unparalleled beauty of the East again." Zhou Jie shook her head, remaining silent. Fei Yuan clapped his hands, and a thug brought in a basin of charcoal fire from the inner room, on which rested a dozen red-hot branding irons and several silver needles. Fei Yuan grinned maliciously as he took a red-hot branding iron from the embers and brought it to the rack, gently touching Zhou Jie's left nipple. The girl's naked body twitched on the rack, but she held back her scream. A blister formed on her white nipple. "Miss Zhou, the Imperial Japanese Army knows you have secret connections with many people in the city. Tell me who they are?" Zhou Jie remained silent, only shaking her head. Seeing that the girl wouldn't speak, Fei Yuan grinned maliciously and pressed the red-hot branding iron hard against the girl's tender breast. The pain was unbearable; the girl's piercing scream was deafening, and her naked body shifted pitifully to the other side. But she couldn't break free from the restraints on her wrists. "Speak, who are your contacts?" The girl frowned in pain but didn't answer. Fei Yuan changed to another red-hot branding iron and pressed it against the girl's other white, round, and perky breast. With a "sizzle," a puff of smoke rose from the girl's breast. The girl gritted her teeth, her throat convulsing violently. Her tightly bound hands clenched and thrashed wildly in the air, her bound feet kicking frantically. "Will you talk?" "-----" The girl didn't answer. Fei Yuan repeatedly pressed the branding iron, now fresh, against the girl's breasts, lower abdomen, white legs, and the inside of her thighs. Puffs of smoke rose. Finally, under this inhuman torture, the girl fainted . "Splash!" A bucket of cold water was poured over her naked body. A reddish-white liquid seeped from the wounds on her white breasts and the inside of her thighs. "Oh-----" The girl gasped for breath. "What about Miss Zhou? Will you talk?" "No!" The girl managed to utter a single word with all her might. Fei Yuan took out another red-hot branding iron and pressed it hard against the girl's fair, delicate armpit skin. "Ah...beast...animal...ah..." The girl finally screamed in agony, tears streaming down her contorted face. Fei Yuan knew this was a sign that the girl was on the verge of collapse; she might not actually want to curse, but she had to shout to distract herself from her pain. "Will you talk or not?" Fei Yuan grabbed the girl's hair. "Pah!" The girl suddenly spat in Fei Yuan's face.

Fei Yuan, instead of being angry, laughed. He picked up the white underwear that had been stripped off the girl before her torture, wiped the bloody saliva from his face, and then pressed the branding iron hard against the girl's other armpit.

"Ah----" A miserable scream rang out as the branding iron scorched the girl's fair and delicate skin, and she fainted again.

Cold water was poured over her to revive her.

The girl no longer had the strength to scream; her naked body was covered with dark red wounds.

Fei Yuan lifted the girl's chin and said, "Miss Zhou, I admire your pain tolerance. Last time, the female county party secretary we captured didn't want to talk at first, but she eventually confessed under the new torture methods of our Imperial Japanese Army. Why should Miss Zhou endure torture before confessing?"

The girl weakly shook her head.

Fei Yuan clapped his hands in disappointment and said to one of the thugs, "Hirata, turn her down there over."

Hirata, the thug, grinned lewdly as he approached the rack. He spread the girl's pink labia majora apart, pressed his hands against her thighs, and took a leather strap with hooks on both sides from the torture instruments on the ground. He hooked the hooks into one of the girl's labia majora, then around her buttocks to hook the other labia majora, spreading them to their limit. The girl's entire vulva was now fully exposed. The mucous membranes were red and moist, with blood clots from the previous day trapped in the folds. The opening between the folds of flesh was weakly opening and closing. Fei Yuan grinned maliciously at the girl's genitals, wrapped a red-hot silver needle in a towel, and with a lewd grin, spread the girl's pink labia minora with his left hand, inserting the silver needle into the girl's pink, narrow urethra.

"Ah-----" Zhou Jie let out a sharp scream, her leg muscles trembling uncontrollably, her hands struggling pitifully as they were bound.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

Fei Yuan slowly and forcefully pierced the girl's vulva with the silver needle. The muscles at the urethral opening were roasted until they emitted blue smoke, and blood gushed from the girl's urethra, its stench rising from the hot needle.

"------Ah------I-----I---" The girl opened her mouth and trembled.

Fei Yuan withdrew the silver needle from the girl's urethra, and a stream of blood flowed out.

Fei Yuan picked up a white-hot triangular branding iron from the furnace, waved it in front of the girl's eyes, and grinned maliciously: "Miss Zhou, talk it out, or don't even think about ending this. This is just the beginning."

Zhou Jie weakly shook her head and closed her beautiful eyes in pain.

Seeing that Zhou Jie wouldn't speak, Fei Yuan pressed the branding iron hard against the girl's left labia majora, which had been turned open.

"Ouch—oh—" The girl let out a heart-wrenching scream, the muscles in her legs contracting uncontrollably. Several red marks appeared on her white feet from the ropes binding them. Her head snapped back, her eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. A few seconds later, with a "thud," her body fell back onto the torture rack.

A thug beside her poured cold water on the girl's sweat- and tear-streaked face, waking her. The girl opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Fei Yuan replaced the branding iron with another one. He lifted the girl's chin and said, "Miss Zhou, will you talk or not?"

The girl opened her mouth, but only a mouthful of bloody saliva escaped.

Fei Yuan pressed the red-hot iron hard against the girl's other labia.

A puff of smoke rose.

The girl let out a long, agonizing scream. Her bound hands frantically clenched against the wooden bar, and she fainted again.

Her two bright red labia were charred, loosely clinging to her inner thighs. A thin stream of yellowish-white fluid seeped from her urethra. Her long hair clung to her sweat-drenched face. The torture chamber reeked of burnt flesh. Looking at the unconscious, naked body of the girl, Fei Yuan ordered his henchmen to splash cold water on her to wake her.

"Miss Zhou, how is it? Will you talk?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, then resolutely shook her head, closing her beautiful eyes, and glistening tears slid down her face.

Fei Yuan took a red-hot branding iron from the furnace, his left hand manipulating the girl's charred labia, before ruthlessly pressing it against her vaginal opening.

"Sizzle!" A puff of smoke rose from the girl's genitals.

"Ah—I—I—Mommy—" The girl's throat gurgled, her body arching upwards before finally settling back onto the torture rack.

"Will you talk or not?"

Fei Yuan changed to another branding iron and pressed it heavily against the girl's genitals, circling it completely over her bright red vulva.

The girl's legs convulsed violently, her screams caught in her throat; she just threw her head back wildly, white foam escaping from her mouth.

"I—I—don't—don't—talk—"

Fei Yuan's torture ended in failure. He ordered his thugs to drag the girl back to the torture chamber and give her proper treatment.

#### #One

month later.

Fei Yuan returned to his Special Higher Police office and lit a cigarette .

A knock sounded at the door.

"Who is it?"

"Reporting to the Major, it's Miss Liu Ying from the Imperial Daily."

"Please let her in."

The door opened, and a beautiful young woman, dressed in a cheongsam, tall and slender, and stylishly made, entered the room, carrying a black leather bag. A large section of her white legs was revealed by the slit of her cheongsam.

"Oh, it's our beautiful Miss Liu! What brings you here?"

"Feiyuan-kun, I heard you captured a female communist. Don't you want to say something in the Imperial Daily?"

"Don't even mention it. That liaison officer didn't say a word. It's a disgrace to me."

"Oh, is that so? That's very disappointing."

"Come, Miss Liu, sit for a while!"

Feiyuan grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her onto his lap, his hand already reaching for her ample breasts.

"Major Feiyuan, don't do this. I have things to do." Liu Ying pushed Feiyuan's hand away. "Ring ring!" The phone rang. "Who is it?" Feiyuan angrily picked up the phone and listened for a few moments, his expression changing.

"Yes, yes! Send the female liaison officer to the Special Criminal Division immediately tomorrow, Colonel Matsumoto."

"Feiyuan-kun, you're busy. I have things to do. I'll take my leave now."

Watching Liu Ying's departing figure, Feiyuan gritted his teeth in hatred.

"I will definitely get my hands on you." Feiyuan secretly vowed.

Chapter 2

A prison van, escorted by two military vehicles, drove out of the Special Higher Police gate, out of the county town, and headed towards the Special Criminal Investigation Department located in the west of the county.

The Japanese flag swaggered in the sunlight, and the bayonets of the Japanese soldiers on the military vehicles gleamed in the light.

The vehicles gradually entered the mountains.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the rear of the vehicle, and the last military vehicle, full of Japanese soldiers, was engulfed in flames and crashed down the mountain.

The Japanese soldiers were thrown into chaos.

Gunfire erupted, and Japanese soldiers fell one after another. Several Japanese soldiers, hiding behind the vehicle, returned fire at the guerrillas charging up, and several guerrillas were shot down.

A grenade landed precisely beside a Japanese soldier.

The prison van was opened, and Li Yuxiu, the 28-year-old female captain of the guerrilla force, tightly grasped Zhou Jie, who looked like a woodcutter in prison clothes, and said, "You've suffered." "Zhou Jie, with tears welling up in her eyes, tightly embraced Zhou Yuling and sobbed, 'Sister Yuxiu, they are really not human-------'

'Alright, you are safe now, let's get out of here quickly.'"

"What! The prison van was hijacked!" Matsumoto's face turned ashen upon hearing his subordinate's report.

"A bunch of good-for-nothings, utterly useless!"

Hihara Shinji and squad leader Yamashita Asami listened to Matsumoto's reprimand with their heads bowed.

"Major Hihara, what are you trying to say?" Matsumoto asked, seeing Hihara hesitate.

"Colonel, don't you think the guerrillas' timing and location of this hijacking are a little too precise?"

[The End]

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