Yamen torture

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Amidst the clamor of the court, Qingqing was pushed into the main hall by two bailiffs and forced to kneel before the table.
She saw her mistress kneeling to her right. Poor mistress! Her outer silk blouse, embroidered skirt, and inner jacket
had all been removed, leaving only a close-fitting undershirt on her upper body, with streaks of blood seeping down her back. She was only wearing a pair of pale blue silk trousers that reached past her knees. The bloodstains on her buttocks formed a large patch, and Qingqing dared not look any longer. Her mistress's long black hair lay disheveled on the ground, her hands struggling to support herself on the wet floor tiles, her shoulders trembling—clearly, she was sobbing silently! Qingqing's heart clenched;
she hated the lecherous man who had falsely accused her mistress! "Your Honor, how could you believe his nonsense?"
The sound of the gavel made Qingqing tremble, and at the magistrate's command, she raised her head.
"You must be Qingqing. How old are you?"
"Reporting to Your Honor, this humble servant is Qingqing, seventeen years old."
The magistrate saw that this maid was slender and graceful, wearing an apricot-red jacket, black trousers, and white shoes embroidered with red camellias. Her simple attire exuded a playful charm. Her hair was styled in two glossy black buns, without any hairpins or makeup, which only made her cheeks appear more rosy and her eyes more beautiful than her mistress's. He was instantly captivated and flew into a rage!
"Hmph, look at your face! Look at your attire! You must be a little slut. What shameful things have you and your mistress done together? If your mistress is too embarrassed to speak, you can tell her for her!"
"Innocent! My mistress has always been dignified and proper. No man has ever entered her chambers. What shameful things could there be?" Qingqing hurriedly cried out for her mistress's innocence.
The magistrate was furious and pounded the gavel repeatedly. "Beep! Now that you're here, confess the truth! Give her twenty lashes!"
The bailiffs on both sides were lustful towards the pretty young maid. They rushed forward and dragged Qingqing over, making her lie face down on the court. Two people held her arms and hands, while another held her legs, straightening them. The head bailiff impatiently pulled off her belt, grabbed her waistband, and pulled her trousers up to her knees. He then took off her shoes and socks,
grabbed her trouser legs, and ripped them off completely, leaving her only in a pair of bright red shorts! The two bailiffs, poised to strike, were about to hit her when the magistrate shouted,
"This ungrateful wench! Still so defiant! She must be
stripped of her undergarments and given a good beating!" The bailiffs, eager to strip her of her underwear, quickly pulled down her bright red shorts, tightly binding her snow-white, rounded calves. Her smooth, tender, and firm buttocks made everyone in the courtroom's eyes burn with lust, their crotches bulging. The bailiff, swallowing greedily, swung the board, and the twenty blows left the slender maid's buttocks bloodshot, and her upper thighs swollen. She screamed and cried out in agony! Amidst the cracking of the board, the magistrate continued pounding the courtroom, shouting, "Strike! Strike! Strike hard!" showing no mercy whatsoever.
Poor Qingqing was subjected to this brutal beating the moment she entered the courtroom. Her buttocks burned with pain, her throat felt like it was about to burst, and she was drenched in sweat. Her bare legs even soaked two patches of the blue brick floor. After the beating, she was dragged up and made to kneel. Instead of helping her pull up her shorts, they were ripped off her feet, forcing her to suffer the humiliation of having her buttocks exposed. This was all for the mistress's benefit—to use this lowly maid as an example, hoping to frighten the pampered young lady and make her confess sooner.
While Qingqing was being tortured, the young lady repeatedly looked back, overwhelmed with fear and heartache, her emotions churning like a raging storm, and tears streamed down her face. After she finished being beaten, she turned around and hugged the maid, crying uncontrollably, sobbing, "Good Qingqing! You've suffered so much, you've suffered so much!"
Qingqing also cried, but comforted her mistress, saying, "I'm used to being beaten, this is nothing! Your innocence is the most important thing, even if it costs me my life, I will protect your reputation!"
Hearing this, the magistrate knew that Qingqing still refused to falsely accuse his mistress of adultery. He chuckled coldly and said to Qingqing, "You little slut, how could you know the severity of the laws of this county? I don't want your life, I only want your confession! Since you won't confess, let me let you taste the pain of the finger-crushing torture first. Guards, grab this slut and crush her!"
The two bailiffs responded with a thunderous roar, then brought out a set of finger-crushing torture instruments, and put Qingqing's hands together, one above the other, inserting the four pairs of fingers (excluding the thumbs) into the four gaps between five small wooden sticks, so that the sticks were pressed against the base of her fingers. After securing the finger-crushing devices, the executioner yanked on the ropes at both ends, shouting as he pulled them back with all his might. The ropes tightened, making the finger-crushing rods creak and groan. Qingqing's eight slender, delicate fingers were squeezed so tightly that she felt excruciating pain, as if her heart and lungs were being torn apart! The screams that escaped her cherry lips were hardly human.
She shook her head helplessly, her body sometimes arching upwards, sometimes hunching downwards, trembling incessantly, her whole body drenched in sweat. The executioner was very experienced; seeing that Qingqing's expression was not good, he loosened the ropes slightly and sprayed several mouthfuls of freshly drawn well water in her face.
Qingqing finally caught her breath and cried out, "Let me die! Stop clamping me!"
The magistrate sneered, "If you confess, we won't clamp you anymore. If you don't, we'll keep clamping you. Death won't kill you, do you understand? Will you confess or not?"
Qingqing mustered her last breath and screamed, "Injustice! Injustice!" The magistrate was so angry that he slammed his gavel repeatedly and ordered, "Firling me again! Frring me again!" The clamps tightened even more! Qingqing screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Her bare feet rubbed wildly on the brick floor. "God, save me! It hurts so much!" The bailiffs loosened the clamps and sprayed water on her face. She gasped for breath, no longer able to kneel, and slumped to the side. But this touched the sore on her buttocks, causing her to tremble and scream in agony.
The magistrate asked her again, "You little shrew, will you confess or not?" Qingqing still said, "I'd rather die than confess!"
(Continued from Part 2 of the interrogation in the yamen)
The general slammed his gavel and said, "Xin'er, I've interrogated you and your maid Qingqing tonight, and you've been tortured beyond recognition. Just confess the truth!"
Xin'er's pale face, tinged with blue, was filled with exhaustion. She gave a bitter smile and said, "General, what do you want me to confess? What can I confess?"
The general coldly laughed, "What a shrewish criminal! I've been lenient with you repeatedly because of your young age, yet you are so ungrateful... Come on, bring the cangue!"
Several yamen runners rushed over and put a cangue over her legs.
The general hardened his heart and slammed his gavel, "Bring on the torture!"
As soon as the rope winch was turned, the wooden cangue creaked. Xin'er's pale face turned blue, and she trembled all over in pain.
The county magistrate leaned closer and said, "General, this Xin'er is a coward; this torture might not be enough for her."
Magistrate Wang shouted, "How dare you! If you had a way, she would have confessed long ago. Why
would I need to interrogate her personally? Use your strength!" The four bailiffs, each exerting their full strength, twisted the two ropes, each as thick as a child's arm, into a pretzel. Xin'er trembled violently from the pain. Under the four strong bailiffs' full-force twisting, her slender body writhed like a snake, cold sweat pouring down her back.
Seeing this, the general slammed his hand on the table and said, "Stop!"
The clamps loosened, and Xin'er's trembling body suddenly relaxed, and she sat down again, her body involuntarily leaning backward.
I stepped forward, extending my right leg to brace against her back, and shouted, "Girl, you should confess!"
Unexpectedly, Qingqing rushed forward and scratched my cheek, leaving a wound—one unintentional, the other deliberate. This was quite a blow!
I cried out, staggering backward, a purplish-red stain instantly appearing on my right cheek. Enraged, I kicked Qingqing in the buttocks. Covered in wounds, Qingqing was powerless to even dodge, let alone defend herself. The kick landed squarely, and Qingqing rolled away like a ball.
The general slammed his gavel and roared, "How dare you!"
Four constables pounced on Qingqing and forcefully pinned her to the ground.
I was still furious and said to the general, "This slut was being tortured in court and even urinated there! She must have had too much lustful fluid and needs a man. This shameless wretch won't confess without severe torture."
The general said, "Indeed. What suggestions do the jailers have?"
I said, "Prick her buttocks with needles!"
The general said, "Good! Use the torture!"
I snapped my fingers at the constables standing on either side. Two constables nodded in understanding, pulled several inch-long steel needles from a metal box on the table, one on each side, and walked to Qingqing's side.
Qingqing realized they were about to attack, opened her tightly closed eyes, and was startled. She saw the gleaming steel needles in the hands of the burly man beside her. She knew what kind of torture this was, and couldn't help but straighten her body, trembling violently.
"I'll ask you one last time, will you talk or not? If you don't speak, you'll taste the pain of having steel needles pricked in your buttocks!" the general shouted again.
"No, Miss is truly innocent!"
"Alright, then don't blame me for being impolite. Get to it!" The general gave the order to begin the torture.
Two constables, one on each side, held Qingqing down, forcing her to kneel face down in the hall, her buttocks raised high! Two other constables lifted Qingqing's buttocks, which heaved violently with fear, and I pressed a steel needle against her buttocks.
"No...no, ah!"
When the torture truly began, Qingqing couldn't help but scream. She screamed and desperately twisted her body, trying to shake off the hand gripping her buttocks. However, all this was in vain. Qingqing's hands and feet were tightly bound by leather straps, leaving her no room to resist, her buttocks held firmly by two large hands.
A piercing pain shot through her left buttock as a steel needle pierced through, penetrating deep into her anus.
"Ah..." Qingqing jerked her head back, letting out a shrill scream.
"How does it feel to have a steel needle piercing your buttocks?" I asked cruelly.
Qingqing trembled all over in pain, large beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. She couldn't help but look down at the two steel needles stuck in her nipples, then closed her eyes, biting her lip tightly, offering no answer.
"Won't talk? Then keep stabbing!"
One, two… one needle after another pierced Qingqing's buttocks. With each needle, the general interrogated her. But from Qingqing's mouth came only piercing screams; not a single confession came.
Soon, Qingqing's two snow-white buttocks were covered with gleaming steel needles. Qingqing's screams had become hoarse, her hair disheveled, her body glistening with sweat. The courtroom echoed with the woman's pitiful cries, cries of unbearable torment. Under this horrific torture, Qingqing trembled uncontrollably, repeatedly raising her head, screaming and crying out in agony, her sweat-soaked hair plastered to her face and body…
Finally, her head drooped, and she fainted from the pain.
Witnessing this horrific scene, Xin'er trembled with fear, almost forgetting her own injuries. She screamed at the top of her lungs, "Injustice! Injustice! Qingqing is innocent! You can't torture her like this!"
The general laughed, "Is that so? Qingqing is innocent! Then you should confess, so she doesn't suffer any more!"
Xin'er said, "I am truly innocent! How can you expect me to confess?"
The general roared, "Won't confess? Guards! Light incense and burn her breasts!"
Xin'er cried out in alarm, "General, please! I'm innocent!"
"Come on, strip this shrew naked and torture her!"
As soon as the words were spoken, the constables swarmed forward, pinning Xin'er to the ground. The young woman cried and struggled desperately in the constables' hands. However, against three or four burly men, her resistance was so weak. Her upper garment was torn open and stripped off, revealing her pure white, youthful body. Although Xin'er was only twenty years old, she was already quite mature, with full, firm breasts and two alluring nipples.
Xin'er began to feel fear, desperately crying out for mercy: "No! General, spare me! I'm innocent!"
Ignoring Xin'er's cries of innocence, the bailiffs brought a large bunch of thick incense sticks, lit them in court, and walked up to Xin'er.
"Let me go! You can't do this!"
However, she was only met with a lewd laugh. The general gave the bailiff a wink, who nodded in understanding, lifted one of her breasts with one hand, and held out a lit incense stick.
"No!" Xin'er straightened up, unable to help but let out a terrified scream.
"Well, you shrew, have you made up your mind now? I think you won't let your tender body be ruined by torture instruments." The general asked, looking at Xin'er.
"Stop, you beasts!" Xin'er's voice was almost a wail.
The general waved his hand. Instantly, the burning red incense stick landed on Xin'er's breast. With a heart-wrenching scream, the courtroom was filled with the acrid smell of burning flesh.
"Confess or not?"
"Innocent!"
"Torture!"
After each cry of "Innocent," the bailiffs burned Xin'er's bare, snow-white breast with the incense stick, bit by bit, blowing on the tip to keep it burning. Xin'er's cries of pain were unbearable to hear, but she was held tightly by the bailiffs and unable to struggle.
Soon, Xin'er's cries gradually weakened, and she slowly lost consciousness.
"Wake her up with cold water!" the general shouted upon seeing this.
Xin'er, tortured to the point of near death, thought that passing out would end the ordeal, but was awakened once again by being splashed with cold water.
The general asked, "You shrew, will you confess now?"
Xin'er replied, "Innocent! Innocent!"
Enraged, the general pointed at Qingqing, who was being held captive, and shouted, "You audacious shrew, watch closely and see how she'll be tortured for you!"
He then waved to the bailiffs beside him, "Guards! Make this servant ride the wooden donkey!"
The bailiffs responded and went to the back hall. After a while, the horrible 'wooden donkey' was brought out.
The wooden donkey was over three feet tall, about the size of a stool, with four legs pointing downwards, and four wheels rolling under its feet. A crossbeam, over four feet long and six inches wide, was placed on top. In the center of the frame was a willow saddle with a round-headed wooden pestle attached, which could be raised and lowered. By rocking the donkey back and forth and turning the wheels, the pestle would rotate and throb. Moreover, the donkey had a donkey's head and tail at both ends. This was the most severe punishment used in ancient times for female prisoners and those promiscuous women who had not upheld their virtues! But what did Qingqing do wrong to be treated like a lewd woman and punished like this?!
"Well? You audacious slut, will you confess or not? If you don't confess, your servant will suffer this inhuman torture for you!" The general pointed at Xin'er and asked.
"General, how can you do this? Qingqing is innocent and has nothing to do with this case!"
"Innocent? Knowing the truth but not reporting it, the crime is compounded! Guards! Use the torture!"
Two bailiffs led the wooden donkey to the center of the hall, then lifted the already tortured and near-death Qingqing, placed her on the wooden donkey's saddle, and then tightly bound her legs to the stool, pointing the wooden pestle downwards. At this moment, Qingqing, just awakened from the torture, was already terrified, like a dead person. In addition, the steel needles inserted into her buttocks had not been removed, so the pain of sitting on the wooden donkey was unimaginable. Seeing her on the wooden donkey, the general shouted, "Don't insert it into her vagina, that will only benefit this slut. Insert the wooden pestle into her anus!"
Two bailiffs stood by, watching over Qingqing, slightly shifting her buttocks so that the deadly wooden pestle could be inserted into her anus.
"No...no!" Qingqing suddenly straightened up, letting out a painful cry.
"Well? If you don't talk, I'm going to give this little slut some exercise!" the general asked.
"No! No! I'm innocent!" Xin'er cried.
"Jailer, use the torture!" the general said harshly.
I stepped forward and rocked the wooden donkey back and forth. The wooden pestle on the donkey's back was inserted into Qingqing's anus. With the movement of the cart, the terrifying pestle rotated and thrust wildly up and down inside Qingqing's anus. The steel needle inserted into her buttocks, hitting the donkey's saddle, caused excruciating pain, making her entire buttocks a victim of torture, both inside and out. With each rocking motion, Qingqing let out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ouch! It hurts so much!"
The general picked up the gavel from the table and slammed it down with a 'thud,' coldly sneering, "Well? You'll confess now, won't you?"
Xin'er knew these devils would use any means necessary. She watched her maid, Qingqing, being tortured on the wooden donkey, screaming shrilly. Her sister, as close as a maid, was suffering inhuman torment because of her. Her heart ached, and tears streamed down her face.
The general could see that this strong woman wouldn't last much longer; her mental defenses were crumbling. But he wanted to put more pressure on her. So he said, "Looks like we'll have to add more torture!"
"Stop! I'll talk..." Xin'er cried.
"Oh! You're willing to talk now?" the general sneered.
"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll confess everything!" Xin'er shouted.
"What did you confess to?" the general asked deliberately.
"I was unfaithful, I committed adultery. Please, General, sentence me!" Xin'er gritted her teeth, speaking each word clearly.
"Good! Since you've confessed, the jailer will sign it!" the general said.
I had Xin'er sign the document, and then the general said, "Put Qingqing down!"
I untied Qingqing from the wooden donkey; she was already on the verge of death from torture.
"Miss, it's all my fault..." Qingqing said to Xin'er, tears streaming down her face.
"No, no, it's all my fault that you've suffered so much!" Xin'er cried as well.
"Guards! Take both of them to the women's prison and sentence them tomorrow!" the general shouted.
"Court adjourned!"

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