[Snowy Plateau Chronicles 2016—We Hunted Female Beasts] Chapter 1

Author: Yang Yixing
Published: 2016/7/6 On: sis/club
First published: Yes
Word count: 28195

zhyfpig commented after reading my new piece for rewriting "Snowy Plateau Past" that both a8 and I
are using erotic writing as a guise to peddle our own philosophies. He's right, I like that statement myself. I
initially thought playing this kind of game in the erotic circle was a bit silly, but then I thought about it and realized it might not be. A circle
needs various ways to play to be lively. People are most prone to following the crowd because inventing a new idea takes a lot of
thought, so they just casually follow the lead. For an individual, this lifestyle
is the least effortful, but for a circle, it becomes boring. That's
the concept of "interesting" and "boring" that Wang Xiaobo always emphasized.

I've already rewritten "Snowy Plateau Past," and after finishing it, I felt empty, so I'm too lazy to post it again. To paraphrase
zhyfpig, the philosophy of "Snowy Plateau Past" is betrayal and loyalty. This kind of thing was
an epilogue ; more than ten years later, it's just a stupid dinosaur skeleton. Now, the entire pornography community is filled with NTR (Netorare),
fully demonstrating the fear and
anxiety I think things are good as they are now; we don't have to fight each other to resolve the issue of betrayal. So, I originally wanted
to write some philosophical thoughts before rewriting "Snowy Land Chronicles," but now I feel
it's pointless; it's just emptiness.

I've still decided to post it anyway. At least it's a different kind of play from the current mainstream,
an interesting side story. As for what to say before each version, it depends on my mood at the time,

similar to my four years of experience. The rewritten "Snowy Land Chronicles" is much prettier, but only in
terms . Nothing has been added. I implore those friends who still like me to keep this version on their computers.
The original "Snowy Land Chronicles" was a very rough draft.

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Snowy Plateau Past 2016

— We Hunted Female Beasts

For a Friend in Ali

Introduction

Since returning from Yunnan, I received an email from an old friend who said a familiar overseas Chinese acquaintance had returned to China for sightseeing and asked me to act as his host
. Upon meeting him, I saw a handsome man with high cheekbones and a dark complexion, unlike anyone from the Central Plains. I invited him to a riverside teahouse. After
two rounds of tea, I learned that he was a descendant of a certain ethnic group from the West who had migrated overseas. My family ancestors had some connection with the Western Regions,
and confirmed the historical facts of that time, feeling deeply moved.

After tea, we bowed and parted. Half a month later, I received a heavy envelope from my friend at the riverside teahouse. Inside was a stack of yellowed
old manuscript paper, also left by his ancestors, which I had revised and expanded into this piece. There are no real names or places associated with it; please do not assume any connection.

To those friends who are indignant about the brutality depicted in my story: Know that cruelty is not in my heart, but
in everyone's actions. Five thousand years of human history, filled with blood and tears, has seen "heads hanging before horses, women carried behind," rape and slaughter—
when has it ever ceased?! Those who perpetrate these acts are now high-ranking officials, generals, presidents, and emperors.
How can bear such responsibility? Those with a compassionate heart, please leave now, for the following text is exceptionally bloody!

Part One: The Female Prisoners

In May, as the highlands began to warm, we brought back five women from the plains
army .

In the 1950s, we frequently searched for and killed outsiders from the plains in the nearby mountains—
it was a clandestine war. We received encouragement and support from the highland nobility; some provided us with weapons
and money. Initially, we were cautious, targeting stragglers or
small groups of staff entering the highland agricultural and pastoral villages, some of whom were women. In any case, this was our
most fruitful operation; for the first time, we captured so many enemy prisoners, including women.

These women were all young. Although they were members of the plains army stationed in Snow City, their job
was singing and dancing. Many roads were impassable in the highlands during winter, and they wanted to return
to the interior during this warmer season, but their transport vehicle was blocked by a landslide. That was an
unexpected . After being trapped in the mountains for four or five days, not only the
girls but also the plains soldiers escorting the convoy became drowsy due to hunger and altitude sickness.

Highland herders in the mountains reported this to us. We disguised ourselves as a caravan transporting tea bricks
and found them. They were unlikely to be on guard in that situation, and our surprise attack
encountered almost no resistance. Moreover, we were able to capture them all alive. Of course, this was a
stroke of good luck; our small insurgent force of a few dozen men would not normally have been able to intercept the plains army's vehicles.

Foreign armies could come and go freely on our plateau; they had occupied the plateau in the early 1950s.
The plains and the plateau have reached an agreement on peaceful coexistence. We accept the reality of the plains army's presence in the snowy region, while
the plains people promise not to interfere with our methods of governance. The people of the plateau have long maintained a traditional master-servant
relationship, a relationship of mutual dependence. The nobility does indeed bear responsibility for managing their servants—a
destiny bestowed upon our proud class by heaven. In theory, the plateau government still governs social life;
the master remains the master, and the servant remains the servant. The tradition hasn't changed, but every plateau noble
knows this situation won't last forever. The invading plains people have their own ideas; they have been inciting farmers and
herders against their masters, whom they see as enemies who exploit and oppress the people. The truth of life
is that you should never trust a wolf that has already entered the sheepfold to keep its promise unless you have a hunting rifle. Therefore,
we must have guns and drive the wolves away.

I lived abroad for many years; country Y is a close neighbor of our snowy region, where many plateau ethnic groups
reside . Historically, it has maintained a special connection with the plateau, and now I am determined to return to my homeland
to fight for the freedom of my people. I established a rebel camp in the small village of Qinka at the foot of Mount Megbulai, recruiting
highland warriors willing to sacrifice themselves for freedom. The hunter Tenzin, who would follow me thereafter, was a friend from my youth, and a respected figure.
Brin, known as the Wanderer of Shannan, was a horse thief who joined us with some companions and became
the deputy commander of our army. Tenzin of Qinka village was our supporter; he invited us to stay at his
estate, but a place where a group of armed men roamed all day quickly became noisy,
perhaps quite different from Tenzin's usual way of life. As a result, Tenzin entrusted me with the care of his estate and
left for abroad. Actually, Tenzin was somewhat naive. This was a matter of men killing men; you can't
expect your soldiers to be as docile and obedient as sheep.

That day, the soldiers at Tenzin's estate were as ferocious as wolves. Of course, you can't expect them
to be docile when they capture women. Crying girls were dragged around by burly highland men, and within minutes their
brown-green uniforms and white undershirts were scattered everywhere. They struggled desperately, and
the sight of the plain girls' bare, snow-white breasts and delicate thighs trembling against our ethnic group's dark carpet was indescribably beautiful.
A man who had personally experienced such a scene might be forever captivated by this overwhelming,
violent power. Torturing women can be addictive. Even in the late 1960s, after the highland insurgents had retreated
beyond the borders to establish resistance strongholds, underground prisons for holding prisoners remained in the areas where my troops were stationed, and
I would still imprison women there. Spies often hid among the highlanders who had fled to the area, and beautiful girls
could also be spies; eliminating the enemy's threat was my responsibility. Whenever I was particularly happy or particularly unhappy
, I would bring a bottle of wine to her and spend the entire night slowly cutting off her flesh.

If I was unhappy that day, perhaps I would cut off her labia and make her eat them raw; if I happened to be
happy, I would cut her calf muscles into strips, fry them until they were three-quarters cooked in front of her,
and eat them myself.

Doing these things made me feel that being a highlander driven from her homeland wasn't such a complete failure.

I told the wolves to leave me with the youngest girl. I figured she was still a virgin, probably
only sixteen. The petite girl had just had her outer sweater ripped off; she was only wearing a pale white
blouse and shorts, sitting barefoot on the floor, covering her face and crying.

I grabbed her hair, lifted her up easily, dragged her a couple of steps, and pushed her outside.
We shoved and jostled our way up to the second floor. The place I was taking her to was the boudoir of our Master Danzeng's daughter.

Danzeng might hold a grudge later, because I always did these things in the place where his daughter used to live.
But anyway, he'd already run away with his whole family. Now, there was no daughter here, only me, the little animals,
and a large, ornately carved bed covered in leopard skin.

I took off my clothes at the head of the bed, while she curled up on the floor beside it, howling hysterically.
After , I walked over and slapped her twice: "Shut up!" She tried her best to stifle her sobs, only managing
a few muffled whimpers. For a small animal like her, as long as she didn't annoy anyone, tearing
off the few pieces of cloth covering her was easy. I ripped them off, lifted her arm

, and threw her onto the bed. The girl lay naked on her back, too terrified to move,
barely struggling even when her legs were spread apart. Her breasts, like two newborn rabbits, were
exposed. Her thighs were sparsely haired, revealing a round, plump vulva, like a green apple half-hidden by leaves
. That one glance stirred something within me. But in the end, I ate
her . This girl from the plains wasn't the first woman I raped and murdered in my life; she was just the first
piece of human flesh I ate. And flesh from such a desolate place.

While eating a woman's labia might sound stimulating, it's really just a lump of fat with
huge ; to put it bluntly, labia don't taste good. I never tried it a second time; afterwards, those scraps were
all disposed of by my dogs. Of course, there are other methods, like giving that thing to her herself.

Using a branding iron or electric shocks is enough to make them obedient; they'll obediently eat their own labia, breasts,
soles, and finally, the brains of their companions. I've tried it. Later, I imprisoned more than one
spying , and I tried it more than once. Turning a person into an animal through violence isn't that difficult.

So if we encounter any obstacles, we have to resort to violence. The little girl's delicate skin blocked my
penis, and with one thrust, it tore into pieces. Only then did the girl let out a shrill scream, her
many delicate fingers digging sharply into my back. The tighter she dug, the harder I thrust.
After a series of

It certainly hurts when people on flatlands break their hymen. This was her first time. The girl's
penis was initially dry and twisted, but I used a lot of force, and my movements were quick, quickly
dismantling her completely. That meant she neither accepted nor resisted; she certainly didn't have time to think about the blossoming
of youth , the fruits of life, her defiled body and soul, or even the thought of bearing a son for the enemy
. In reality, she was left only with the panic and fear of an animal. I don't think she experienced any physical pleasure from serving
a man . Until I gushed out passionately, she just kept her eyes tightly closed like a dead
chicken. Her face showed such a dull expression; perhaps she just felt disgusted.

Aside from the scattered bright red stains on the mattress, to be honest, while the folds at the entrance and
the tender flesh were still quite delicate and smooth, they were far inferior to the mature, substantial feel of a mature woman. A woman needs to have allure
. She was like a half-ripe fruit; aside from being clean enough to be considered clean, the aftertaste was probably somewhat
sour . But perhaps it was just because I had been a little too rough with her. This was war. She should have known
what would happen if she were captured by the opposing side's men. But to have experienced it firsthand with her own vagina,
that's what truly makes it unforgettable.

A short Gurkha man who often brought us Indian rice once used a young Nepalese slave girl to
demonstrate how to slowly develop a woman. He circled her small body like a dog, touching
and licking her here and there, exhausting himself until he was panting. Finally, the silly girl wrapped her arms around
his neck and probably called him "uncle" a couple of times. That guy's trick terrified my soldiers. Could it be that he...
Does he really mean we should fawn over captured plains women like he does? If
such immoral things really happened on the snowy plateau, he does resemble a servant having an affair with his mistress.

The next time this short man came to deliver supplies, Dunzhu tied up a
female work team member from the plains army whom we had already toyed with for months, sliced off her breasts piece by piece, sawed off
her arms and legs at the root, and finally used a branding iron to stop the bleeding from her severed limbs. We forced the short man to drink a bottle of deer antler wine,
then pushed him into the room to "train" that bachelor-like woman's body. This incident
became our laughing stock for the entire next year.

A captured woman could die if she couldn't please her conqueror. I didn't want to deal with
this little thing lying limp on the bed, crying with tears and snot all over her face anymore; the plateau people had their own methods of discipline.
I tied the girl's feet to the carved wooden posts on either side of the bed with cow-hair rope. Then I searched everywhere for
my hunting knife; it should have been hanging on my belt, but I had kicked my pants somewhere else.

The girl's labia majora, which I had parted, were sticky. I pulled the blanket over the bed and wiped them a couple of times. Highland
nobles often grow sharp nails; I used my nails to pinch her labia minora tightly and pull them outwards, causing her
to scream in pain on the other side. The labia were slippery and not very reliable, so I inserted the blade of the hunting knife and roughly
sliced them. I don't know where I cut, but after three or four slashes, a thin strip of pink, tender flesh
twitched and clung to my finger. I pulled her labia
minora out from that still-developing crevice.

She screamed like a hen laying its first egg, her thighs convulsing into
hard lumps; her whole body trembled like a machine that had just started up. Good things always come in pairs. I
forcefully pried open her spasming, knotted genitals, then cut open the other one, finally inserting the blade, turning it slightly, and
gouging out her clitoris by the root.

Now I pushed open the door and called Brin: "Wanderer from the south of the mountain, bring a few men over here!"

She refused to use her vagina to please men; she could use her vagina to eat knives. My warriors
took turns violently manipulating this little woman whose vagina had just been cut open. She would never experience
physical pleasure again; she would only feel constant pain. Pain to the point of death, her soul almost leaving her body. Now she would surely be
able to feel every thrust of a man's penis, because every thrust would hurt. She would
bark like a mad dog, wildly waving her thin arms and legs, looking as if she were engaged in a wholehearted
act of love.

She looked just like a dog now. As evening approached and everyone had finished playing, I went to ask her, "
You little bitch, does it hurt?"

The little girl had fainted and woken up several times. The hunter, Thondup, grabbed her by the neck and
lifted her up like a chicken, large patches of blood and semen flowing down her two white legs. Thondup shook
her and slapped her, finally managing to get her to stand upright on the carpet.

"Go, move forward!" She just stared blankly, as if she couldn't understand what people were saying anymore. The little girl's eyes were fixed on
us as if she were living in a dream. Thondup swung his hunting knife and used the back of the blade to strike her shoulder blade, and she cried out.

When the pain is intense, the dream will end, and she was able to move her body again. "Take her to the outer yard," I said,
"Is it almost done outside? Let's go out and take a look."

The other three naked girls were also dragged haphazardly to the middle of the yard. I hadn't paid much attention to what was happening outside while I was inside
, and now I'm only just hearing that the fourth woman is a bit unusual.

First, she's no longer a young girl; once she's stripped naked, you can tell she's a mature woman.
That's why someone thought to look for the military uniforms lying around; one set had the epaulets of a major. That's
a very high rank among the plains prisoners we've captured.

Second, she's slightly pregnant; she's a big bitch already carrying puppies.

It seems we've stumbled upon something very special, prey that needs to be taken seriously. The plains female
officer was tied stiffly to a small tree, still completely naked, of course. I asked
the girl I'd defiled, "Tell me, who is this woman?"

She was being pushed towards the tree trunk by one arm held by Thondup. She didn't look at anyone, just bit her lip and shook her head,
but she only managed to shake it twice. I lagged a step behind her, just in time to grab the hunting knife and raise it to stab
upwards . A small section of the blade, with a slicing and twisting motion, plunged into her anus.

She froze in terror, no longer daring to shake her head. "This thing will crawl in if it's unhappy!
Who is this woman?"

"No, I don't know her," she stammered through gritted teeth. Damn it,
I hadn't even had the heart to kill her like that. I pulled the knife out from under her, gripped her hair tightly with my other hand,
and asked again in a low voice, "Who is she?"

Then I stabbed the knife back in, this time into her buttocks.

It was that simple: ask, stab, stab to the right, then to the left.

She was dazed by the pain and fear, nodding incessantly for some reason. I figured even if she really wanted to say
something , she couldn't possibly come up with a coherent sentence. However, our pregnant major, though stripped naked
and ravaged by a dozen strong men for half a day, covered in scratches and bruises, her thighs
filthy, still managed to display a hint of pride. Leaning against the tree trunk, she shouted, "Don't touch her! My
name is Li Chun, I'm an officer from the liaison department. Come at me!"

Ha, a big shot from the liaison department. My next knife plunged into the girl's thigh, but I asked the major,
"Who got you pregnant?"

She hesitated, and I continued cutting into her flesh: "Who?"

"XXX is my husband."

I knew this year would bring good luck; getting something like this was something the warriors of the plateau should
celebrate. A peculiar standoff had formed between the plateau people and the plains people in the snowy region. The plains
army outwardly adhered to the agreements we had signed, only stationing themselves in some particularly important areas. But...i=68>It is their liaison department that has been waging a covert war. They are trying to win over the Gaoyuan family and entice the Gaoyuan people to support...

We're determined to launch a revolution in the snowy plateau. A bigger problem is that the plains army has secretly established their intelligence network. They need
to know where we are, who we are; they are the eyes and ears of us insurgents. Furthermore, since
they mentioned XXX, a name that would make plains soldiers jump to attention and salute, but to us
, he's not even human; he's a god or
demon . I just never imagined a god would find a real woman to be his wife.

Perhaps Li Chun shouldn't have mentioned the liaison department herself; maybe she was a bit too hasty. But she, like me, clearly
knows that since so many people have fallen into our hands this time, it's impossible to hide this.

I looked at Brin and Dunzhu; they had expressions as fierce and foolish as wolves, but unfortunately,
their faces were pale. They've already done quite a few things; what they need now is probably rest. I ordered the other
female prisoners to be tied to the trees as well. These women, naked and pressed against the tree trunks, displayed themselves,
looking somewhat like shop signs in their plains towns. I ordered no one to touch the women; I
wanted to gather all the men's energy and use it on our young female officer.

"Come on, drink, drink, warriors of the plateau!"

In those years, the only things my warriors and I did were fight… and drink. You can
imagine we didn't fight often, so we spent most of our time drinking. That night,
the revelry continued past midnight, and everyone didn't sober up until nearly noon the next day.

The warm, bright sunlight shone on the leaves and grass, and on the naked women displayed under the trees.
The naked female officer was untied and thrown to the ground; she lay there, eyes wide, staring at us, without
struggling or resisting.

Alright, brothers, let's get to know a young female major's cunt properly.

Brin was walking to the middle of the courtyard, already completely naked except for his
large German 1934 pistol, which he carried in his right hand. He crouched beside the female prisoner, pressing the barrel against
her left breast, and slowly pulled the trigger, clicking it. Of course, the chamber was empty
. Brin laughed, spreading the large woman's legs apart.

Li Chun had little strength left. But as soon as Brin released her, she swayed, bringing her
legs together again, repeating this several times. Brin laughed for a while, then suddenly slapped the woman across
the face. Li Chun's head snapped to the side, and she closed her eyes.

"Spread your legs, Major." The woman didn't move. "Spread your legs!" Li Chun, with her eyes closed, just bit
her lip.

He continued to strike. Slowly, one strike after another, like a steadily running machine. Brin was a
strong, robust man from the plateau. The female officer's head and face swirled violently in the wind like bells. We
watched as her cheeks swelled layer by layer, blood flowing from her mouth and nose. Meanwhile,
Brin's erection grew higher and higher.

"Does it hurt, girl? Does it hurt?" Brin asked with a cold laugh, stopping his attack and pressing the muzzle of his gun against the woman's
navel . "Do you want me to poke your stomach, or spread your legs?"

Tears were already streaming from Li Chun's eyes; her legs were actually tightly twisted and crossed, and
she was now slowly moving the leg that was pressing down on her. Brin's large, rough hand touched the woman's white belly
, sliding along its slightly bulging curve into the cleft between her legs. Li Chun trembled all over.

Of course, Brin wasn't just touching her. The man's fingers buried themselves under the woman's labia, probing back and forth,
vigorously rubbing something within her; he was very strong. The woman's entire body, lying on the ground,
swayed back and forth with his movements. Whether from pain or shame, or simply from the man's actions triggering a
physiological response, Li Chun stopped clenching her teeth, her breathing became heavy, and she slightly opened her mouth
to let out a soft moan, saying, "Oh...oh..." But then she suddenly kicked Brin in the
ribs, sending him sprawling backward.

Dunzhu, who had been watching the spectacle, quickly followed with a side kick, sending the female prisoner rolling on the ground.
The woman curled up in pain, a series of gurgling sounds coming from her throat, before she vomited a mouthful of bloody
, foul water.

"Slow down, slow down," Brin said calmly as he got up. "Hang her on the stake."

My plateau soldier grabbed Li Chun by the hair, dragged her up, and pushed her to the
opposite side of the row of pine trees where other women were tied up. Not far from the gate of the Danzeng Tulou stood two wooden stakes,
each stained with a somber purplish-black color—the accumulated blood of humans. They were placed there
to deal with our prey, torturing or executing them, showing that we hadn't been
entirely idle all these years.

Brin and his men tightly bound Li Chun's hands and feet with ropes, then hoisted her between the two stakes,
her left hand and left foot tied to one side, her right hand and right foot to the other. The naked female officer stood suspended in mid-air
like , facing her soldiers. For a naked woman, this was a very conspicuous
sight; she couldn't even cover her genitals, which must have been a terrible thing for any woman.
After observing her closely for a while, we noticed that her breasts were indeed larger than a virgin's, with prominent
veins, and her swollen belly was much more noticeable than when she was clothed.

Two wooden boxes were placed in front of the woman's legs. Brin stood on them, his arms tightly around her waist. He
pressed his face under her chin, rubbing against her neck, while his legs twisted below, as he
tried to penetrate her. Later, his head
slid down her shoulders and chest, taking Li Chun's left nipple into his mouth. The woman's body swayed
up She looked down at the top of his head, her face filled with an indescribable expression. She couldn't help but
groan again, her brows furrowed in pain. Then, she suddenly twisted from side to side in mid-air, letting out a
long scream.

Brin lifted his head from the woman's chest. Blood was flowing from around her nipples, and her breasts...
Two rows of deep teeth marks appeared. Brin bit her hard. The man spread his thick, hairy thighs
to support himself steadily and began to leisurely attack the female officer's spread genitals. He smiled as he touched
the large woman's chin.

"Female officer, another one, hmm?"

Her lips trembled for a moment before she finally said in a low voice, "You beast."

I said to Dondrup beside me, "Brother, go help our warriors in Shannan."

The hunter Dondrup grinned and walked over to take the German pistol that Brin had been holding,
and moved behind Li Chun. There he stroked the female prisoner's bare buttocks.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." Brin's attacks became even more ferocious, and the woman's body
convulsed violently. She could barely control her head; she swayed back and forth, her hair
flying wildly in all directions. Then she screamed again, like a small insect caught in a spider's web struggling violently
, because Dondrup behind her was forcefully shoving the barrel of his pistol into her anus.

He crouched down, grabbed one of her legs, and thrust the barrel all the way up into her stomach.
The barrel had a protruding sight. Brin pulled the gun down, then pushed it back up,
grinning as he thrust with great gusto.

"Ouch...ouch...ah...it hurts...it hurts!" she cried. Brin bit her
other nipple, tearing at it like a dog. The unfortunate female prisoner used her dangling arms to
pull her body upwards, as if trying to escape the two men's animalistic attacks. Her
body twisted and contorted in the air, arching her white buttocks backward like a swimming shrimp.

Brin grabbed the woman's waist and dragged her back, simultaneously rising on tiptoe to meet her.
Dunzhu, waiting below, effortlessly thrust the gun barrel into her head.

Li Chun now resembled neither a soldier nor an officer. She was indeed crying and screaming incoherently, the woman pinned down by
the two men could only writhe desperately from side to side. "Good...good...!"

the frenzied Brin finally bared his teeth and shouted, suddenly pressing himself against the woman's body and
stopping . We only saw his bare buttocks twitch slightly. We burst into laughter.

He moved away from her; Dunzhu was still playing with the gun inside her intestines. The woman trembled uncontrollably, blood flowing from both
breasts . The next strong highlander stood on the box. His large hand reached between Li Chun's legs
and grabbed her entire lower body. He lifted the woman with one hand and swayed her in the air, then used his other
hand to grasp his own member and probe upwards. He let out impatient groans.

I called a man over to the row of trees opposite them. We
started with the first girl tied up there; they all closed their eyes and lowered their heads as much as possible.

"Open your eyes and look at your female commander!" The whip rained
down on their bare chests until they raised their heads and stared intently at their older sister being gang-raped. I told the man from the plateau to keep an eye on
them ; even blinking would earn him a lash.

After being violated more than ten times by the men from the plateau, Li Chun began to beg for mercy, mainly because her hands and feet, bearing the full weight
and impact, were in too much pain. Tears streamed down her face. She said, "Put her down... put her
... on the ground... it hurts... ouch... it hurts..."

No one paid her any attention, but after being violated a few more times, she lost consciousness. They could only untie her, pour water on her face
, and then drag her to the bushes. The major, who was beginning to regain consciousness, lay beneath the bare feet of her
naked female subordinates. Someone kicked her legs, spreading them wide open
. Li Chun was too weak to resist; she simply lay motionless, allowing my men
to do . The naked female soldiers silently watched the major lying at their feet, thick semen
gushing from her blood-stained vulva, resembling a
limestone spring in a mountain valley. Patches of skin, bitten open by men, were torn from her breasts, shoulders, and arms.
We poured two buckets of water over her.

The men then climbed on top of her, thrusting their hips and working hard on Li Chun's body.
The initial, intense shock of humiliation inflicted on the captured woman gradually subsided. She
began , and under the relentless pushing and pressing of the burly men, Li Chun
swayed softly like a lifeless, gelatinous object, intermittently uttering muffled moans from her half-open mouth. The gang

rape, conceived as revenge, ended as abruptly as it had begun. The naked plateau warriors
looked at each other for a while, finally discovering that their penises all hung listlessly below. Perhaps a few of the stronger ones
had already done it a second time, but now none had any desire left. And it was only afternoon. From

the large wooden hut where the horses were kept came Brin's loud voice: "See your female comrades? Ah,
and your female commander too… See her bare buttocks? Hahahaha!" He led a few men, bringing over
the plains soldiers guarding the convoy.

That was the history we created together. Humanity has both love and hatred. Today I am a seventy-year-
old man, but I still haven't forgiven my enemy, and I think my enemy has never forgotten me, this vicious
adversary. If someone kills my brother, I will surely defile their wife and daughters. The Buddha's retribution is distant, obscure, on the other side of heaven
; human life cannot wait for such a long justice. We are animals of the high-altitude jungles; our
revenge is direct and wild. If we don't do this, we are not ourselves.

Where is my home, so far away? And who cares how I can ever see my homeland again? No, I will never repent for
what I have done. Li Chun's fate was in my hands. If I had been the one to encounter bad
luck , I would have faced death as bravely as Li Chun, without complaint.

The male prisoners, tied up in the stable for a day and a night, were also naked, having
torn off their uniforms since yesterday. My warriors, after finishing with the women, would idly wander over there, grabbing
a stick and beating them indiscriminately. Men beating men is not a delicate matter; they are now...
Many were covered in blood, some with broken bones, others limping. They could only walk together across the open space by clinging to
each other . In reality, these naked men, from their expressions to their demeanor, were
utterly dejected and defeated. They were now merely prey for a band of highlanders, no longer resembling the
imposing army.

"Kneel down, kneel down!" Brin swung his club and slammed it down on their shoulders. A
tall northerner with sideburns stumbled, turning to stare at Brin, but Brin struck him again in the face.
The man only managed to shout, "Bastard!" before collapsing to the ground. Brin snorted,
raised his club, and pointed at the second man, saying, "You!" The second man looked at him and knelt down.

The men, bound hand and foot, knelt in a row beneath the two blood-stained wooden pillars, so they could clearly see
the naked female prisoners opposite them, and the dying Li Chun lying supine on the ground in the middle. Two men from the plateau lifted a
soldier from the plains and dragged him to Li Chun's side. "Plainsman, have you ever been married?"

He struggled, trying to shake them off, muttering curses like "Damn it, damn it."
Brin rushed over and stabbed him hard in the stomach with a wooden stick. He doubled over, unable to make a sound from the pain. They
released him, letting him slump between Li Chun's legs.

"Plainsman, try your own woman!" Brin used his toe to lift his chin. "Have sex with her once
and we'll let you go." The man below slowly raised his face to look at him, seemingly nodding, then suddenly
lunged forward and bit Brin's calf. Brin was only wearing a pair of leather boots.

Brin roared and jumped back. I said, "Cut off his thing."

The prisoner was held down tightly by several highland men. Dunzhu rubbed a dagger back and forth between his groin: "
Will you do it ? Will you do it? If you don't, you'll never do it!"

"Dream on!"

He slashed him until he was covered in blood and urine. The endless screams made me shudder.

Li Chun struggled to her feet and said, "You, you..." Brin stomped
his boot on her soft, bleeding breasts, stomping her back to the ground.

"Next," I said.

Another one was dragged out. He knelt blankly beside his officer, not struggling much. Brin
patted him on the shoulder: "Let me help you, friend." Brin pressed the large wooden stick in his hand tightly against the female
prisoner's vulva, twisting it left and right to try and force it in.

The stick was too thick; it couldn't go in. It just twisted the woman's labia open. The wooden rod
completely blocked the woman's genitals, twisting from side to side. The woman below twisted in response.
Li Chun gripped the rod with both hands, but they were already weak and powerless. She stretched her legs upwards
, writhing like snakes to clamp down on the wood. Every toe on her bare feet trembled.
A fake smile appeared on Brin's face. He raised the rod and suddenly slammed it back into place. The wood struck flesh with
a dull thud, followed by Li Chun's long howl. The woman leaped and thrashed like a fish thrown onto
the beach , the explosive force allowing her to break free of the thick wooden instrument of torture. She
clutched her vulva tightly, seemingly endlessly rolling and thrashing.

Some people on the plateau laughed. We simply stood by and watched. We waited until she finally finished her tantrum before dragging her back to her original position and
spreading her legs as before. Blood welled in the gap between the woman's labia
, trickling down to the ground; in fact, it was probably bleeding from her anus as well. Her swollen
face was streaked with tears and saliva, mingled with tangled strands of hair and dirt, and stained with blood from
abrasions . Whether a woman's body like this could still be sexually attractive was questionable,
but we already knew that men in reality had many possibilities; my highland slaves
could even sleep with cows and sheep.

Once a person is naked, they can't hide their primal desires. No matter how many
brilliant , you'll see your penis when you look down. And what's worse, everyone sees your
penis. We all saw the physical transformation taking place in the soldier kneeling between Li Chun's legs.
Facing the naked and wounded woman's body, his penis, thick and strong, stood erect. Brin
slapped him on the back of the head, as if greeting a long-lost friend. "Hey,
tempted, aren't you? Want to fuck your female officer's cunt?"

Brin grabbed the soldier by the back of the neck and shoved him forward, pinning him down on top of his female officer.
Not satisfied, Brin bent down and pressed him down further, rubbing him against the woman's naked body. The male
prisoner seemed to struggle to get away, or perhaps he was testing his way to find the woman's place. His hands were behind
his back, making it difficult for him to move.

The female officer, pinned beneath him, bit her lip and turned her head away from the male soldier's
face so close to hers. Brin said, "Dozens of times, cut it off before it even starts! One, two,..."

Li Chun, relying on the strength of her waist, slightly raised her buttocks, her full, shapely hips
swaying back and forth in the air, clearly responding to the man. "Oh..." she exhaled, falling back to
the ground , the man on top of her groaning twice.

Brin stood up and smacked the man's buttocks with his stick. "Move, fucking move!"

The male prisoner struggled to sway his hips left and right, unable to support his upper body. "No, straighten up,
straighten up!" Brin's stick lashed out again.

The male prisoner groaned heavily, whether from the beating or from sex, it was hard to tell. He lowered his head and buried it in
the woman's breasts, using them as support to lift himself up; if his neck relaxed even slightly, his body would
clumsily slap back. Then he would struggle to arch up again. It looked, of course, both foolish and ridiculous, and we all
laughed. After five or six laborious thrusts, the man, whose buttocks were already swollen from Brin's beating, slumped to one side .i=65> He went up. Li Chun exhaled again, letting out a soft "oh. 　　" Several men went up and cut the ropes binding him, throwing him back onto the female prisoner. Although was panting, he could now place his arms on either side of the woman's body. He started slowly, with Li Chun below.

She cried out softly in pain, but the man continued to quicken his pace. Finally, he collapsed and embraced
the . The plateau men dragged him away, and another took his place.

The fourth man struggled desperately, and Brin swung his stick, striking him in the groin, turning that area into a
mangled pulp. But the others eventually finished inside their female commanders. My soldiers,
having watched the scene unfold, were quickly aroused again. This time, however, they were somewhat
lazy and reluctant to lie back down.

Li Chun's limp body was dragged up and placed on the two stacked wooden crates, her legs
spread apart and tied to either side. The woman's pregnant waist hung precariously from the edge of the crates,
bent at a great angle as if about to break, her upper body tilting inverted to the other side, causing her
breasts to fall awkwardly near her shoulders. Now, the plateau men only needed to stand beside the crates and thrust their hips forward
to insert their instruments into the female prisoner's body. Of course, they could also pull on her thighs or waist
to increase speed and power.

Many men were waiting to do it again. While they were violently attacking the woman's limbs, Brin
went to the other side. He looked down and observed for a while; the woman seemed to have lost consciousness, her eyes tightly closed.
Brin spread his legs, touched his genitals, and began to urinate on Li Chun's upside-down body. The urine
flowed in an arc, first onto the woman's chest, then her face.

Unbeknownst to them, the dim sun of the plateau sank behind the distant, shimmering, snow-covered peaks. A wind rose
, blowing the disheveled hair of the naked women.

Danzeng's stable was a large house built of heavy logs. The hunter, Dunzhu, unlocked
the copper lock hanging on the door and dragged out the chain that jingled through the door knocker. He pulled the heavy wooden door open.

The plain girls, naked for two days, huddled together, sitting in a row against the wooden wall opposite. Last
night, we handcuffed them one by one behind their backs. We've never lacked these tools for arresting and killing;
CIA is more generous with bombs than money. Five male prisoners sat against another wall, and three more
lay down; they were close to death, if not completely dead.

"Li Chun, stand up."

Her head, which had been bowed to her chest, now tilted up to look at me. She then
slowly .

There was a wooden platform on one side of the stable, and my men were dragging that heavy thing over
until it was in front of everyone. Someone brought in a cast-bronze brazier for heating, poking at
the charcoal to slowly raise the flame.

Hearing that I had acquired someone from the liaison department, our sponsors in Y country were as excited as
monkeys who had found bananas. Last night, the radio on the second floor of Dan Zeng's house blared like mad all night long. At first, those
white CIA agents wanted us to organize a special horse team to send Li Chun to them. My reply was blunt
: they were crazy. So they sent me a long list of questions,
things I wanted to know too.

"Come here, Li Chun, come here," I stared at my prey's naked body,
slightly swollen from pregnancy, but perhaps even more attractive. I grinned like a snarling snow leopard:
"We're very interested in what you do; I need to talk to you."

I pinched her left nipple. The woman's flesh was soft and moist, and I gently rubbed it. Even
a brave warrior has beautiful breasts. Li Chun looked down at my hand and at her own breast.
The wound from Brin's bite was torn open, revealing tender, bright red flesh underneath.

"Li Chun, you must know the reputation of the Plateau people for their cruelty. We are barbarians. Today I will ask you
some questions I want to know, while I scald your flesh with a red-hot iron bar. I love hearing
the screams of the enemy girls, I love seeing them bleed. Your male and female soldiers will stay here to watch you. They will
see what a naked major will become. Guess
what you will become tonight? You will crawl at my feet, crying and begging me. I've tried many times, and in the end, all women
are the same."

I suddenly exerted force, and I felt her nipples turn into two thin, slippery layers of skin between my fingers. She was unprepared
, cried out "Ah!" and violently twisted her body, shaking off my hands.

I felt my lower body tense up, and I said to Li Chun, "Shall we begin?"

The men of the Plateau grabbed the female officer's arms and dragged her naked body onto the wooden platform. Li Chun
only struggled for a moment before quickly giving up. The men gripped her neck and waist, stretching
her hands and feet and binding them tightly to her four corners with cowhide rope. The latest addition was a heavy iron box—
our radio's hand-cranked generator.

Now she had no way to escape, no matter what I wanted to do. I ran my hand around her neck, circling
it. I was smiling. The woman's completely naked body
looked , swaying inexplicably like translucent gel. I tightened my grip,
squeezing her neck, pinching the muscles in her arms. The delicate softness of a woman's body could even create
a sense , which was certainly a thrill for a man. I twisted her thick thigh muscles more roughly,
pressing down hard on her stomach. As she struggled under my hands, her abdomen, spread flat on the table,
seemed to ripple like water overflowing a container.

"Say something, girl, say something,"

she insisted, determined to tell me everything she knew. "I need to know who the traitors hiding among the highland people are
. I can't wait to skin them alive.

" "Li Chun, I know you've had secret dealings with many families in Sunlight City. I need you to tell me, who are
they ?"

"No, we don't."

Dunzhu pulled a skewer that had been heating in the copper brazier—the kind we usually use to roast beef.
Dunzhu stared intently at the tip of the skewer, which was gleaming white, his hands trembling with excitement. Torturing women was Dunzhu
's only dream in life, and he had actually achieved it under my hands. This made Dunzhu always...
He maintained his fanatical loyalty to me. He gently touched the red-hot iron to Li Chun's left nipple. The woman's
body shuddered, but she held back her sobs. The scalded skin instantly
turned a bright red, quickly detaching from the flesh and expanding, as the body's moisture seeped into it.
A translucent blister rose on the woman's nipple.

"There must be your people in the Y country's rebel camp. Tell me, who are they?"

Li Chun shook her head. She didn't answer; she just shook her head. Dunzhu pressed the branding iron horizontally against the woman's right
nipple, continuing to squeeze harder. The pain was unbearable; the woman's shrill screams
were deafening . The naked woman's body lurched violently towards the edge of the wooden platform, but she couldn't break free from the restraints on her wrists. Dunzhu raised
the angle of the iron rod, the sharp tip piercing into the woman's breast flesh, then he slashed it to the side.

The charred, dark skin peeled back layer by layer, splitting the woman's nipple in two like a plowed field.
Li Chun's wide eyes were fixed on the man's hand. "Ah...no..." she stammered, as if startled . Beads of sweat, like raindrops,
glistened across the woman's face, from her forehead to her chin. 　　"Then tell me, in Shannan, in Gexing City, who have you been in contact with?" 　　She furrowed her brow in pain, her teeth grinding, but she didn't answer. The dark red iron returned to the areola of her left breast, leaving a purplish-black blister with a "sizzle. " 　　I stepped back, saying nothing more. Dunzhu wasn't interested in questions either; branding a woman was enough to satisfy him. Dunzhu simply kept changing the iron rods in his hands, making sure they maintained their fresh heat. The duality of a beautiful woman being simultaneously a vicious enemy evoked strange feelings in a man. Actually, I think everyone noticed that Li Chun's areolas were particularly swollen due to her pregnancy. Their thick contours and calm, deep brown color looked almost gentle and maternal, but now a mixture of red and yellow, foul-smelling fluid was overflowing from them. First, there were some large blood blisters, which burst open with a hissing sound as the hot iron continued to press, splattering dirty blood into the air, and then flowing along the edges of both breasts. The spasms that started in the woman's chest muscles quickly spread throughout her body. Her entire body was gushing sweat like a tightly squeezed sponge, and her throat was convulsing violently, but she only made some dry gagging sounds. The dried leather strips peeled off the surface of her breasts, exposing the tender, reddish flesh, and the sharp metal scraped against it as if it were being scraped across horse butter. Only then did the woman, who was almost driven mad, scream. 　　"Beast... beast... bandit..." the woman screamed incoherently, her tightly bound hands reaching out and grasping wildly in the air, her bare feet kicking frantically. Her face, contorted in pain, was covered in a slick, bubbly fluid, making her look like a crushed persimmon. We knew this was a sign of her impending collapse; she might not actually want to curse, but she was desperately trying to distract herself from . I frowned at Dondrup. 　　The scorching iron tip was pointed straight at the woman's mouth. Li Chun's screaming stopped abruptly. She stared wide-eyed at the object, her mouth clenched tightly. But the iron rod pierced her lips without mercy, as as piercing a piece of yak cheese. 　　Li Chun's mouth gaped open into a round hole, a terrifying scream exploding from the depths of her throat, along with the smoke from charring flesh. She violently flung her head to one side. "Grab her hair," I said. Dunzhu grabbed her hair and pressed her head and face to the side against the table. I took two steps forward and pulled out another iron rod, this time plunging it into the woman's cheek from top to bottom. I could feel the sticky force of the muscles around the rod in my hand. I twisted my wrist to destroy her resistance, and my tool was burning hot. I must have held my breath for three or four seconds before I slammed it into the woman's empty mouth. The iron made a hard sound against her teeth , and then another layer of flesh. The woman's head was pinned to the surface of the wood . 　　Someone cried out, "Ah!" It was one of the female prisoners who had been watching the torture. Li Chun remained motionless, a little blood oozing from between her lips. I pulled out the iron rod and threw it back into the brazier. "Dunzhu, again." 　　He then spent some time slowly breaking apart the exposed armpits under the woman's outstretched arms. First, the sparse body hair under the woman's armpits charred and curled, followed by the densely wrinkled skin in that area. Finally, he pierced deeper into the connective tissue, creating one dark red hole after another. Li Chun no longer had the strength, and probably no courage to call us beasts. As the iron tip tormented , all that could be heard was her hoarse, painful moans, and blood oozing from the gashes on her cheeks. Dunzhu methodically expanded the branding to the woman's entire body. The tender, engorged muscles where the skin had been burned were now covered with dark red burn marks from her neck to her ankles, from which a clear, shiny, viscous fluid seeped. Many others waited on the sidelines just for the spectacle; torturing a woman was probably a thrilling game. We had indeed skinned a woman alive purely for fun, and later slowly roasted her over a low flame. But when it came to serious matters, one had to be careful. 　　The woman's bruised and swollen cheeks resembled two steamed buns, and her lips were strangely turned outwards. It's almost impossible to recognize what her original face looked like now. Li Chun might be a little delirious; I tried asking her a few questions, but she just groaned incoherently—of course, maybe she was faking it. 　　Brin said, "Dunzhu, open up her genitals." 　　Li Chun was a mature woman, but her labia majora looked excessively swollen , displaying an unnatural purplish-red color. Brin had really used considerable force when he poked her with the stick yesterday. Dunzhu spread them apart, pressing his hands firmly against the woman's inner thighs. The female officer's entire vulva was now fully exposed to us, revealing bright red, moist mucous membranes and folds of skin...i=66>The folds opened and closed slightly, and there were even remnants of blood stuck between the folds. My men stared intently.

For a moment, a dazed expression appeared on her inner thighs.

But what followed was the tip of the skewer, heated to a dark red. Brin's movements were calm and
steady our eyes, the woman's two plump thighs
convulsed violently, contracting and spreading outwards continuously. Groups of muscles bulged out from under the skin, twisting and rolling like a nest of dying insects.
The frantic convulsions would gradually subside, but another group would spring out.
Li Chun Her jaw was also twitching, and her lips opened and closed, but she couldn't
utter a single decent word. "...Wah...ah...baba..." she said. The skewer pressed tightly against the woman's tender
opening, making a sticky circle, and a smell of burnt protein, like burning rats, rose up.
Li Chun's screams were completely choked deep in her throat. She just frantically threw her head back, and
clumps of red and white foam welled up from the corners of her mouth.

"Sigh..." Li Chun finally let out a long breath. The pain and fright brought her to
her senses . "No, no more... I don't want to, ouch..." Urine suddenly sprayed out, soaking her own blackened
flesh and drenching Dunzhu's hand. "The rebels... your... camp... Wangqing, Wangqing... and Sangzhu,
they had contact with us... and, Tsering's family..."

I gently patted her face, "A little better, a little better." I asked about each family one by
one , "Who did you contact with the Tuden family?"

Li Chun weakly uttered a name.

"The Tsomai family."

She moved her injured tongue for a while, her voice somewhat blurred. She spoke again.

"The intelligence point in Gexing City?"

...

I asked Lama Duqiong, who had been reading scriptures since he was five years old: "Did you write it down?" I took
the and went back to the front. "In the rebel camp in Y country, you bribed Wanga and Deqin, who have
been providing you with information, is that right?"

She paused for a moment, moaning softly to buy time, then nodded. A quick glance at the beginning reveals
she was just making things up.

"Woman, this isn't good, lying isn't good," I said calmly.

I carefully pressed the hot iron tip against the inside of her parted labia majora, a gentle touch, a soft hiss
, and that tiny spot on the woman's soft mucous membrane changed color. I stared intently as a pale red blister
rapidly swelled, then followed the lower edge of the blister to find a second spot, another hiss. The first round always had to be
gentle; looking at the woman's distorted face, you could tell she had already experienced enough pain.
This way, after her entire delicate skin had detached from her flesh, floating on the surface filled with bodily fluids, there was still a chance
to pierce that membrane with the iron tip. You could peel off the skin inside her labia like you would a scalded tomato;
it was a very thin, soft layer. You can enjoy the pleasure twice in the same place.

Her series of screams then sounded like a cat being skinned alive. When Li Chun finally
managed to utter a few words, she said haltingly, "...No...no...ouch...I'll say it
...let me say it again...say it..."

"Is that so? I just want to hear it, all I want to hear now is screams."

"No...please, please..."

"Dunzhu, spread it open!"

The woman's bare flesh, devoid of skin, glistened with tiny specks of moisture; I could even see the tiny veins pulsating half-buried in the flesh
. My fingers traced her surface, slippery like melting horse cream.

"Ouch...oh..." Li Chun groaned, lifting herself slightly from the table,
peering towards her legs, as if trying to see what I was doing, or perhaps to see what her vagina looked like
.

I smiled at her. "Don't rush, good girl, don't be in such a hurry to finish. It's far from over,
I really will make you wait a very, very long time."

This time, the tool in his hand was used with force. The sharp point pierced deeper into the flesh connecting the woman's turned-up labia and vaginal
opening, pulling it outwards. A blood-red gash bloomed on the woman's bare flesh. The gushing blood
evaporated into smoke on the scalding metal.

I'm not quite like Dunzhu. I prefer to pierce a woman's flesh, I like that supple yet solid force.

Li Chun's neck stiffened in mid-air. Her throat made a gurgling sound. The woman's eyes suddenly bulged out
of their sockets, and countless drops of sweat burst forth at that moment. At that time, the woman's skin
was no longer like it was being drenched in water, but rather glistening and shining as if it had been soaked in hot oil, emitting billowing heat, and
beneath the tense, shiny skin, bulging up one hideous lump after another. The woman let her
body struggle uncontrollably for several seconds before falling back onto the table with a thud.

The woman was unconscious for a while. The men from the plateau who had been standing guard brought in water to splash on her face. Finally, she opened
her eyes, but only stared blankly at the ceiling. I held the branding iron, now red-hot again, in front of her eyes
and waved it . "Woman, the second strike." Li Chun opened her mouth, but only a trickle of bloody saliva escaped.
Then I made the same cut on the inside of her other labia. This time she vomited a mouthful
of stomach contents. Although already exhausted, Li Chun still managed a weak scream.

Each time, she had to wait, wait for the iron to be reheated. The already burned wound caused intense and
continuous pain, and the terrifying wait pushed her to the brink of mental collapse. She knew that each next time
would be unbearable, and she knew that each next time would come as scheduled. There was no end. That day, I spent a long time cutting small, scattered, intertwined fragments

from the labia majora of the female intelligence officer, Li Chun .
I wasn't using a sharp blade, so
tiny fascia, blood vessels, and nerve branches still connected these small pieces of meat. Due to variations in temperature, some parts of their
jagged , serrated edges were shriveled and charred, while other sections oozed a shiny layer of oil. They almost resembled...On the grill sat a pile of half-cooked lamb slices, stained with black grime from dried blood and bodily fluids. 　　"Water…" the woman murmured, "Water…oh…I have a child…" she said weakly.

She trembled, her shoulders hunching as if buffeted by a cold wind. A thick, clear fluid slowly
seeped , its nature unclear. The burned entrance to her vagina was already
visibly swollen.

"Li Chun, this is more fun than you imagined, isn't it? What did I just say? We've only just begun
." I leaned down towards her deathly pale face. "We can spend just as much
time scalding a woman's foot. You have two feet, don't you? And you know
what that rotten hole down there is for, right? But a red-hot iron bar might want to know too!"

"I promise I'll let you enjoy this for many days. Many, many days. Everything I've said, and everything I haven't said,
you'll find out in the end."

Li Chun closed her eyes. But she opened her mouth and asked softly, "Why...why?...I'm willing...
willing...to tell you...to drink...to drink water, oh...I...you...tell...tell me..."

"I've given my reasons, Major."

Li Chun finally told us everything she knew. After being branded by red-hot iron bars all day, no
one could still act like a hero, no one. I now know that the old lama with the hooked nose at Zhadan Monastery, who was always
silent was actually a traitor to the plateau people. I'll go and settle the score with him. Our guess was also
confirmed. In the training camp located in Y country, organized by that arrogant bunch of fools from CIA, at least three
people were serving the plains army.

Of course, we couldn't easily trust a plains woman as stubborn and cunning as Li Chun. Dunzhu
now turned his attention to the woman's feet. Li Chun had been turned over. She was now lying face down on
the wooden platform, her limbs still tightly bound. Brin wrapped thick yak hair rope around her ankles
, tying a tight knot to ensure her feet remained spread wide and motionless.

Lama Duqiong sat near Li Chun's head, grabbing the woman's short hair and turning her face towards him
. He was reciting the list he had written down for the third time. "Zadan Monastery, who is it?"

"It's, it's, it's Lobu Lama, it's him, it's... Water, Water..." Li Chun said weakly.
Of course hadn't given her any water.

"Right. Then, the contact person in Gexing City?"

"Oh... Dorje, it's Dorje who collects yak hair."

"Hmph, you didn't say that name last time."

"No, don't burn me, let me think... no... ahh!"

Dunzhu had been waiting for this. Without hesitation, he plunged the scorching hot iron rod into the woman's sole
, shaking it from side to side. The woman's toes were clenched and jerked together, then stiffly stretched back,
her arched foot protruding almost like an inverted porcelain dish. It was a
dish smeared with bloody, fleshy paste. The sole of her foot was broken and mangled,
its shape .

"Ouch, ouch... I... I... Mother!" the major cried hoarsely. Dondrup pulled out
the iron rod, his large, rough hand gripping the woman's foot, lifting and twisting it. This time, the red-hot iron
slowly pierced between her toes, her bare foot writhing like a rabbit caught in a noose.

Dondrup threw away the blackened iron, saying, "One more."

He used his second hand, as if strangling a struggling snake. Another man used the iron.

He aimed at the next toe gap and pierced through. Each time, there was the same sticky, sizzling sound, and the
same greasy smoke. This was the punishment for a woman who tried to deceive us. You can't
remember a lie as if it were the truth. Repeatedly ask the same question, and immediately punish any inconsistent answers
severely . Only if the person being questioned, in extreme pain, repeatedly utters the same name can you be
roughly certain she is telling the truth. This is how you can ensure that an honest highlander isn't wrongly accused,
as the CIA experts
told us.

So, by midnight that day, the woman's ten toes had turned into ten soft,
crimson fleshy growths, slippery and soaked in yellowish-brown bodily fluids. The skin on her toes, under the high temperature, had shrunk
into small, dark brown curls, peeling off the flesh and sticking to the base of the toes and between the toes. Her two
soles looked like two bowls of mashed salad, the kind of
food white people like to eat in Y country, though of course they shouldn't be this stimulating bright red. Thondup was certainly not a man of much pity
; he continued to slit the woman's heels, where the calluses and flesh were thicker,
leaving room for further destruction. The woman's two plump calves twitched endlessly, the painful
nerve impulses later spreading to her thighs and buttocks. The wide wooden table was soaked with
sweat, droplets trickling onto the floor. "

I'm going to sleep," I said. "I trust Thondup; he'll do a good job." "Thondup, you stay here and
look at , every single thing… ask her a few more times."

Thondup was testing a hand-cranked generator, the kind we usually used to operate radios. He wound the copper wire of the electrodes
around the woman's big toe. "I know how to do it, Headquarters," he said.

After all this important work was done, we could begin a new round of entertainment in the new morning. The men of the plateau
took turns standing at one end of the table, clamping the woman's thighs under their armpits. They thrust themselves into
her body, violently rotating and pumping their hips. Many waiting companions surrounded them, none daring
to show weakness. In reality, the enemy's woman was merely a prop; the rapists used her body
to express their ferocity, rage, utter lack of compassion, and relentless determination. The woman's body swayed and
trembled under this unrestrained and deliberate assault. The faint, indistinct moans that could still escape her mouth and nose were drowned
out by the sounds of the men's hips colliding violently with her own buttocks. Finally, the men would yell as they thrust into her, then
throw her aside. The woman's thighs slammed against the edge of the wooden platform; there was no need for ropes to bind her.The men simply let them hang loosely in place, waiting for the next man to take his turn. After a day and a night of branding, the woman's entire lower body, with its outer skin completely baked away, was swollen and translucent, the exposed vaginal flesh red.

The white expanse was no longer a round, soft mound, but a tall, large volcanic
crater overflowing with lava.

In the center of this broad mountain of flesh, the engorged, dripping vulva resembled a gaping, grinning mouth,
surrounded by two shattered labia majora, reduced to pieces of raw, fleshy flesh of varying sizes and shapes,
like chrysanthemum petals swollen in water. All the structures of a woman's genitals, which should have been
carefully concealed deep within, were now spewed out from the inside out. The clitoris, swollen like a ball
, was so smooth it was almost translucent; the labia minora were vibrantly colored, glistening with moisture; the entrance to the vagina had been branded all around,
revealing patches of black and red inside, though the opening was almost three fingers wide. The entire injured mucous
membrane , inside and out, resembled a pile of peeled grape pulp, brimming with a thick, pale yellow fluid.
I imagine this unfortunate woman from the plains, forced to use such an organ for sexual intercourse, is unlikely to experience
much pleasure.

Brin made a comical face as he reached out to touch the female officer's mutilated
genitals . He groped around in the woman's swampy puddles like he was catching fish, finding a piece of missing
flesh and even pinching it to examine it. Then he used his own penis, using this absurd
tool to manipulate the woman's broken labia piece by piece. He rubbed his
tool against the surface of the woman's swollen vulva, even squeezing slippery fluid from the festering flesh. Finally, he thrust in and
began , squinting his eyes and feigning enjoyment. His speed wasn't too fast, but he penetrated deeply,
his hips pressing hard against Li Chun's swollen thighs. When Brin squeezed too hard, Li Chun would lift her legs.
The woman's mangled, bloodied feet curled up as if searching for something to hold onto in mid-air,
only to bump into the naked Brin. Their four legs were inexplicably entangled, a
horrific sight of white blood and dark, unkempt hair.

"Hot...let go...ouch...hot...Mommy..." the woman murmured
incoherently . We hadn't tied her hands; she raised her right hand hesitantly, reaching towards her lower body
. Someone swung an iron bar, striking her wrist and sending her arm flying.

"Oh..." Li Chun sighed deeply, turning her head to look for her hand.

"Okay, okay, stop." I pushed Brin away. "Get her up."

They grabbed the woman's arms and dragged her off the platform, trying to straighten her, but her legs
gave way as soon as they touched the ground. Many leather boots were haphazardly kicked at the woman's bare buttocks and thighs.
We were trying to get her to crawl forward, but she just lay on the ground writhing in pain. It wasn't until a sharp iron spike
pierced her buttocks that she let out a low scream and managed to move forward two steps.

I snatched the iron from the boy's hand and swung it down on the woman's ribs. Li Chun howled and crawled
two more steps. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head up; her eyes were swollen into slits.

"Open your eyes and look. Do you see this?"

The female officer found herself kneeling between the legs of a man on the ground. The remaining five male prisoners were pulled
up and tightly bound to the wall.

"Open your mouth and take it in."

She stared blankly at me, and my female prisoner and I stared at each other for a moment. "You...you...why?"

"Why, why? Are you asking me? To do it or not to do it?"

"No...I won't."

I caught a glimpse of the copper wire still wrapped around her two big toes. I pushed her away and took a step back. "Dunzhu, shake
that machine."

The woman's legs suddenly convulsed violently, like a gazelle shot down by a hunting rifle. Her upper body
fell back to the ground, but her buttocks heaved violently under the electric shock, arching as if she were
making love to an imaginary man. A strange gurgling sound came from the woman's throat.

Stop. I pulled her up and asked again, "To do it or not?" Her face was covered
in glistening sweat like leaves after a heavy rain. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth was agape, and her hands were twisted together, pressing against her chest.

"I...my breath, my heart...my heart...it hurts, it hurts..."

"To do it or not?"

The female prisoner gasped and shook her head. "Oh...no."

"Dunzhu, find her somewhere else."

Dunzhu squatted down beside the woman and tried to wrap the copper wire around her nipples. But only two bright red buds
remained put it on.

"Idiot! Find something sharp." The idiot searched the entire shed but
found .

"Tie her hands behind her back first."

Li Chun was at our mercy; resistance was pointless, and she had no strength to resist. Several men pressed her
down on the ground, her back arched.

"Those skewers, iron skewers!" The charcoal ash in the copper brazier gleamed with a dark red light, and the iron skewers lying diagonally inside
gleamed with the same dark red light from end to end. We hadn't used them for a while, and the flame was
dying down. I soaked a long strip of cloth in a bucket of water and wrapped it around the handle of the iron skewers, layer by layer.

Adding another strong man from the plateau, he straddled Li Chun's hips, legs spread wide. The woman's belly was already showing
signs of pregnancy. The man tensed his thighs, pressing down on the woman's lower pelvis. I gripped the iron rod tightly in my fist, holding it horizontally
like a dagger. Extending my arm, I aimed at Li Chun's breast from the outside, close to the base
.

I plunged it in hard.

The woman's erect breasts slid like the thick neck of a yak; their resilience
was unexpected . I knelt beside Li Chun, biting my lip tightly. My left hand, gripping the woman's breast, convulsed
, sinking deep into the flesh. I gripped the rod with all my might in my right hand, twisting and pounding it back and forth, using it as a pry bar.i=68> Pressing down like a stick... this widens the wound in the flesh, reducing the resistance when my tool moves quickly. Only when I actually started did I realize that human flesh isn't so easily pierced. The woman's breast, under the impact and pulling, transformed into a monster with arrowheads, violently slamming into the second breast on the other side of her chest.

Go. The direction and force of the iron tip were unpredictable, and the path and shape of this breast were also irregular. Its
twisting and turning was like an American chewing gum, both strange and disgusting. My
eyes were only on a pair of frenzied breasts. I hadn't seen Li Chun for a long time. "Change it!" I said,
pulling the stick from the woman's deformed breast and throwing it aside. Someone pulled a new one from the fire and handed it to me. The fire
had firewood, and the new iron object emitted a dazzling white light.

There was a gap there. I remember glancing at Li Chun's face. She was being held tightly by Dunzhu, her hair gripped tightly, her jaw
pinched and pressed against that spot... I still haven't forgotten that woman's face with its distorted features. There was

a squeaking sound deep inside her breast. I could feel the iron tip moving lightly through the woman's flesh. Until
the very last bit of distance when it sank into the sticky barrier again.

I heard her surprisingly clear voice say, "Let me lick him, stop stabbing me, stop stabbing me! I'll lick him!"

I pulled the iron skewer back a bit from her bleeding wound, wiggled it to loosen it, and then flexed my stiff
fingers. One last stab... two stabs... the third stab with a soft "plop. "
A small, blood-red point suddenly emerged from the other side of the woman's breast.

I left the iron skewer in Li Chun's breast, stood up, and said to the
men , "Wait a little longer before doing the other one. The iron bar needs to be heated up; it'll save manpower."

Even using a hotter tool, it still took considerable
effort to penetrate the woman's second breast. Li Chun shrank back in pain, like a worm playing dead, as my men pressed her back
down between the naked legs of the plains men. The woman's breasts swayed lazily from side to side,
dragged down by the two dark iron skewer protruding from the bottom, skin and flesh bearing the weight of the metal. The thicker end of the iron rod
was wrapped with electrical wire. After suffering two such severe blows, the woman's once
firm and full breasts collapsed in the blink of an eye, now limp and rotten, like
two deflated leather sacks.

The woman closed her eyes, but opened her mouth wide. She made monotonous
screams , without any variation in pitch or emotion. Dunzhu grabbed her head and shoved it into the man's crotch,
rubbing her back and forth inside. "Open your mouth, open your mouth!" But the woman still made dull, monotonous
moans; she wasn't stubbornly resisting, she was just delirious from the pain.

However, Dunzhu wasn't so reasonable. "Bastard!" He grabbed the woman's soft neck and shoved her
heavily against the wall where the prisoners were leaning, with a loud thud. Dunzhu added his right hand,
pressing it firmly against the woman's back. He
rubbed . He pulled them out a little, then slammed them back in, and slammed them again. We saw
radiating patterns of bloodstains on the wall.

"Open your mouth!"

the woman gasped, no longer calling out like that. And her mouth was open.

"Suck him!" Dunzhu pulled the woman's head and face to help her find the right spot. She took him in her mouth.

"Officer," Dunzhu whispered in Li Chun's ear, "you have to get him out, or I'll
cut off this thing and make you eat it."

The officer's naked body trembled and heaved. She was sobbing, but she was also moving. Later, the two
movements merged together, forming a rhythmic ripple. The man on the wall turned his head and closed his eyes, but
was eventually drawn into the same atmosphere. He opened his mouth and made an ambiguous sound.

I gestured to Dunzhu, who stepped back. The woman, her hands bound behind her back, was
working hard, swaying back and forth... Suddenly, her whole body contorted into an arc like a drawn bow. The two naked
bodies convulsed and bounced in sync, their cries, one sharp and the other hoarse, sounding almost harmonious.
Li Chun was practically launched into the air by her own muscle impulses; she was thrown aside and rolled around at
the men 's feet, and we jumped around to avoid her.

Dunzhu retreated to turn the generator handle, and he refused to let go. The rolling woman
spun around, the wires tightening around her body, then suddenly stopped. The woman's tense body spread out like a haystack with its ropes
pulled off the copper wire binding the iron rod handle had snapped.
The woman, now without power, was lying face up, and all we could see were her two tattered breasts, hanging on either side of her chest, still
pulsating slightly, without stopping for a long time.

Someone curiously bent down to look at the male soldier's penis. It was bleeding, and there were deep
teeth marks. His female officer, after being electrocuted, had bitten down on his manhood.
The nerve contraction caused by electricity is a human instinct; no amount of willpower can withstand it. He clenched his teeth with all his
might . Being subjected to such a setback while enjoying the pleasure of a woman's lips and tongue with his eyes closed
is certainly not a pleasant experience.

But that's his problem. Our problem is that as soon as the generator is turned on, the woman jumps out,
and it's no fun if she and her man can't get together. However, this is indeed beyond Li Chun's control; simply hitting and scaring her
won't solve the problem. After a flurry of activity, they laboriously dragged the large wooden platform to the wall, then made the woman kneel
by the table , tied her arms behind her back to the table legs, and reconnected the wires. Iron rods don't conduct electricity as well as copper, and someone even
urinated on her chest; the stimulation after being doused with salt water was much more brutal. Now let's slowly
play this live sex game with her again.

We sit high on the platform, legs crossed, and order the female officer to take her soldier into her mouth again. If she
refuses use electric shocks, beating the woman below until her limbs convulse and she loses control of her bladder and bowels. What's particularly
enjoyable at that moment is seeing Li Chun's will to resist basically collapse; just a few intermittent electric shocks and she'll
obey orders. After such cruel torture day and night, even a brainwashed plains officer could
become a docile beast, and a beast of our plateau people at that. Perhaps it was at that moment that I had
the idea of letting her live a few more days. The plains army's fighting prowess is no joke; they
fought in their first year in the snowy region, wiping out almost all the plateau armed forces with just one charge. Facing such a formidable opponent...
It makes one waver between wishful thinking and despair. A female warrior, kept, enslaved, and arbitrarily
tortured , is still a prop; she can give her master a false sense of confidence and power.

We watched with glee as the lewd oral sex performance of the men and women on the plains seemed truly
engaged a frenzied climax together, when suddenly the motor was turned on. The woman, bound tightly to the table
, began to thrash wildly, jumping and leaping like a large bird caught in a trap. The two
shoulder blades shimmered like two flapping wings of a bird; I even thought they were quite beautiful
. Of course, at the same time, she was also biting down hard on her temporary lover. The important thing was that she was now fixed
in that place, and neither of them could escape. Under the stimulation of the electric current,
all slam heavily against the edge of the wooden table, stretching the thing in her mouth into
a thin, long shape. The woman's eyes widened, swollen and bloodshot, as she waged a desperate
struggle , desperately trying to push the object out of her mouth, but to no avail. The electric current
took control of her body, replacing her will. She violently shook her head, the veins around her jaw bulging as if about
to burst , but the object remained lodged in her mouth. Her cheeks throbbed and pulsated, truly like
blowing a human trumpet. A large blood blister rose from the wound on her cheek, while blood trickled from between her lips
, likely from being bitten by the man's penis. Sharp
, hissing sounds, like glass scraping, came from deep within the woman's throat. The man pressed himself against the wall, screaming in agony, both from
the electric shock and the bite.

Suddenly, she spat out the man's penis, bowing her head to vomit. We stopped the generator. Dondrup
took a metal skewer and poked at the small, fleshy lump of flesh where the man was curled up in his pubic hair on the ground; it was
a bloody mess , the skin on the penis peeled halfway off.

The plateau people erupted in unrestrained laughter. "See that?" Dunzhu said to Li Chun, "A few more times
and you'll bite it off, come on, eat it!"

The woman remained motionless, her naked body clenched tightly. "Did you hear me!" Dunzhu's iron rod struck her collarbone
. Li Chun only let out a weak groan.

"Shock her."

He turned the crank for a while, telling her, "Eat it!" If there was no response, he turned it again, until the woman
whimpered and swallowed the man in front of her face back into her mouth. She was forced to keep making back-and-forth movements to stimulate her
soldiers. We watched for a while, laughing and commenting. Then we asked Li Chun, "Hey, did you get him up?
If he's big enough, we'll shock him!"

So the female officer stopped her movements. But she had been tortured to the point of not spitting the man out.
With that thing in her mouth, she could only turn her body slightly to the side, tears and saliva mingling on the woman's face, flowing
down her chin. She looked up at our smiling faces from below, shaking her head weakly.

"This soldier is much stronger than your husband, isn't he?"

"Major, have you ever seduced your bodyguard?"

"Later, I'll let you taste the cock of us highlanders. Doesn't it taste better than the lowlanders'? Ha! Ha!

Ha!"

One of the guys spat in her face.

The electric current passed through her and him again, and they both tensed up again, letting out
a shout that was a mixture of male and female voices. Under those circumstances, it's conceivable that Li Chun ultimately failed to get the lowland soldier
to ejaculate in her mouth.

This lowland soldier was basically finished. He was untied and dragged aside, and then another one was pulled over
and tied up in the same position.

We did see the female officer successfully make several male soldiers ejaculate in their mouths. As long as we didn't use
electricity to interrupt them, sooner or later, they would always succeed. Under the threat of the iron skewer waved by Dunzhu, Li Chun
also swallowed the man's semen. The man turned his head and frowned, but his back twitched nervously as he let out
a low growl. Li Chun, bound and kneeling beneath him, looked exhausted and haggard, obediently
stretching her neck to swallow. Her eyes were wide open, but lifeless. Finally, her head tilted to one side,
as if she had lost consciousness. Dunzhu tried to shock her twice more, but the woman only twitched slightly and made a few
weak groans; she seemed truly exhausted.

By then, the soldiers on the plateau had already untied the other girls. Naked girls were surrounded by groups
of laughing men, and they were all eventually pressed tightly to the ground. The large room was a mess,
filled with writhing naked bodies. Dark, strong men, and their soft, white prey pressed beneath them
.

"Wine!" I said, and indeed, someone brought wine. I sat
on the table stained with Li Chun's blood, tears, and sweat. "Dondrup," I said, "bring that tall girl over here!" He did indeed drag over the girl from the plains, with a round face like
a full moon . She was the most beautiful, with large
, misty eyes like a hot spring, and a straight nose. She stood before me, bleeding from her lower body, and trembling.

"Plains girl, what's your name? What's your name?"

"Cui Xiaoge," she said softly, "Cui Xiaoge."

"Plains girl, did you see what your commander looked like?" I lifted the head of the unconscious Li Chun beneath me
to show her: "Did you see what she just did?"

I even saw her face turn slightly red. Still a child.

"Have you done it?"

She shook her head. I said gently, "Women, you should learn now, it's very simple...
Do it now!" I felt I couldn't control myself as soon as I spoke; alcohol really is a harmful thing. I inexplicably became irritable and
kicked her in the stomach. "Take off the pants of the man in front of you, and take off the pants of this guy named Dondrup
! Lick him!"

"What about the sixteen-year-old girl?" I stood up and said."Fire! Add firewood and get the fire going! I want to
roast meat! I want to eat the meat of the little ewe that grows on the plains!"

It wasn't until the next day, after I sobered up, that someone told me what I did next that night. They
barely managed to suppress their laughter as they told me that I ate her labia majora, and they were hairy. It was truly a chaotic night.

I stared, dazed, at the girl on the ground, her arms bound behind her back, lying there like a lamb to the slaughter
. On her small, bare chest were two large, bloody, round craters, connected by patches of uncut
flesh. It looked as if her small breasts had been cut off and eaten by the man. And her legs were spread wide,
with only a fist-sized opening between them… black blood everywhere. But I didn't know it
was me who did it, nor did I know how. I just thought that she was probably
completely .

Someone asked Cui Xiaoge to dance. "Yangko? I hate Yangko! Have you learned the dances of the highland people?" Yes, she
had.

The eighteen-year-old female member of the cultural troupe, Cui Xiaoge, straightened her slender body. She raised her long arms and
swung them to one side, while gracefully bending one leg—her calf was beautiful and smooth, like the tusk of a small male elephant
. Her toes curled slightly off the ground, kicking lightly... then her arms swung to the other side, raising
her other leg, the girl's smooth knees flashing alternately. The simple steps of the Guozhuang dance were more beautiful than those of our plump highland
women , or perhaps it was because I had never seen a naked highland woman dance, not even at a joyous
snow festival... never. If the women's smooth waists weren't bound by skirts, watching them raise their
bare legs would certainly be even more beautiful; I could see into the gentle curves between their thighs, where many
subtle . But my head ached. I thought of the festive Guozhuang dance as an auspicious and joyous occasion,
and I believe a smile began to appear on my face. I happily discovered that Cui Xiaoge possessed
the most robust breasts I had ever seen, so high and still able to stand upright, now bewitchingly thumping
and swaying. The light brown areolas fluttered like two Gesang flowers in the wind.

Accompanying the women's naked dance were the piercing screams of the male soldiers from the plains; there was no need to keep those men any longer.
Some of the highland warriors seemed to be cutting them open with sharp hunting knives, eventually ripping open their bellies. Some heavy
stomachs still hung in their empty cavities, while many livers and intestines writhed on
the ground like living animals, blood rushing faster in front of them, suddenly appearing as if the ground was covered in dark red
blood. Cui Xiaoge numbly looked at the sole of her raised foot, which was soaked in crimson,
then moved to the other foot, which was the same. Her body was naked, but she continued to gesticulate wildly in the deep red
, until finally she slipped and collapsed under the wooden platform, kneeling there and beginning to vomit.

Brin knelt behind Cui Xiaoge with his back to her, chuckling and slapping
the head of the little girl lying on the other side, "Wake up, big daddy's here, haha, daddy!" he said. He
picked up a bloody, mangled thing from the side, looked at his hand with disgust, and then crawled behind the girl. His hand
covered between the girl's legs.

"Stuff it in? Yes, yes," he muttered to himself. "Will it fall out, you bastard? It
'll definitely fall out. I have a plan..." he said foolishly.

The next time I saw this girl, who had neither breasts nor labia, was the next day.
I saw her standing naked between the two wooden stakes outside the gate of the manor's earthen building. She could only stand there
motionless because her outstretched hands were nailed to the stakes on
either side, with horseshoe nails piercing her palms. Perhaps because the finger bones in one hand had been broken, two more
nails had been added to her wrists.

The blood had not yet stopped flowing down her legs, forming
a small, dark red, foul-smelling swamp at her feet. They told me that this was done on my orders, but I couldn't remember
anything it. I also didn't know if the things Brin stuffed in, which I thought were
genitals cut off from the men of the plains, had actually fallen out.

She could still speak, her frail, bare feet slipping and falling in the pool of blood. She said, "Please
...kill me, kill me, kill me...please..."

"Come on, come quickly!" For the first two nights, we were sometimes awakened by a sudden, piercing,
terrifying scream. "Come and kill me, please..."

By then, the wounds on her lower body had stopped bleeding; what flowed stickily down her legs and feet was just
a mixture of yellow and green pus. Maggots even crawled out from the blackened, ulcerated inner thighs. After three days of being exposed to the high-altitude
sun , the fair-skinned girl had turned into a small, dark, withered, human-shaped charcoal. Her
skin had been scorched into thin sheets, dry, shrunken, and curled up, exposing large chunks of dark red
muscle .

Strangely, the little girl no longer begged to be killed. I think after a few days, she
no longer understood whether she was alive or dead; she simply felt her physical needs. She
revealed a set of still-white teeth and hoarsely said, "Hungry, I'm hungry...water..."

Brin would say to Cui Xiaoge, "Flatland woman, take a bowl of wheat porridge over and feed your little comrade."

If I remember correctly, the girl stood there for seven days before she finally died. The power of human life can sometimes be truly
astonishing.

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