mark-Jiaodong Female Martyr

(Jiaodong Heroine

I)
In the autumn of 1941, Jiaozhou, under Japanese occupation, was a desolate place.
As dusk fell, a glimmer of life began to appear in the county town, with vendors selling cigarettes, spring rolls, and repairing shoes and hats gradually increasing in number. Inside the Japanese Special Higher Police headquarters at the eastern end of the town, a profound silence was broken only by the occasional heart-wrenching screams of a young girl. In the innermost torture chamber, a horrific act was taking place. A beautiful girl of about eighteen or nineteen was naked, stretched out in a "spread-eagle" position, and strapped to a rack. A Japanese major sat in a swivel chair while four burly men tortured her. Her body was covered in welts from the whip, and
she had lost consciousness. Major Hihara Shinji sat in the swivel chair, deep in thought as he looked at the unconscious girl. For a month, Japanese military trains transporting ammunition to the North China battlefield were repeatedly ambushed by guerrillas, resulting in the interception of large quantities of munitions and inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese forces in North China by the Eighth Route Army. Several Japanese officers were assassinated in cities. The guerrillas' elusive tactics baffled the Japanese staff, who issued a strict order to the Special Higher Police to locate and eliminate the guerrillas.
The Japanese meticulously planned their operation, finally capturing a female guerrilla liaison during a raid. To extract intelligence from her, the Special Higher Police devised a meticulous interrogation plan.
"Splash!" A Japanese soldier poured a bucket of cold water onto the girl's naked body.
"Ah—" The girl awoke.
Hihara Shinji walked up to the girl, lifted her chin, and said, "Girl, you must tell us about the guerrillas, or else—"
"Pah!" The girl suddenly spat in Hihara Shinji's face.
"Damn it, looks like you won't talk unless I teach you a lesson."
Hihara Shinji clapped his hands, and a thug took a wooden box from the torture rack. Inside were a dozen silver needles, each about two inches long.
Hihara Shinji leered and walked to the rack, lifting the girl's white, firm breasts with one hand. "Girl, talk, or these beautiful breasts will be ruined."
"I don't know." The girl turned her head away.
"Ah----" The girl screamed. A thug cruelly inserted a silver needle into the girl's nipple.
"Will you talk or not?"
"--------"
The girl didn't answer. The thug inserted another silver needle into the girl's pink right breast.
"Beasts, you dog bandits, you'll all die a horrible death!" the girl cursed. Soon, her two firm, white breasts were covered in silver needles, and she fainted.
"Splash!" Cold water was splashed on the girl again to wake her.
"Will you talk or not?"
The girl didn't answer. "
Damn it, use the woman's torture." "
Hey!" Two Japanese soldiers lewdly untied the girl from the spread-eagle chair, dragged her to a torture bed, pressed her face up onto the iron bed, tied her hands behind her back, fastened an iron ring around her waist, and then tied a rope around her feet, pulling the rope upwards and to the sides, thus spreading her legs apart, exposing the most shameful part of a young girl to the Japanese soldiers.
"Girl, speak! Otherwise, the punishments to come will be more than a beautiful girl like you can endure, especially since the Imperial Army loves your body so much; it would be a pity to damage it."
"No, you heartless beasts, you will get your retribution! One day someone will avenge me!" "The girl stared at Hihara Shinji calmly and said
, 'I'll make you talk.' Hihara Shinji leered as he took a silver needle from the torture rack, went to the rack, and parted the girl's pubic hair with a lewd grin. He used his left hand to spread the girl's pink labia, then placed the silver needle on the torture bed with his right hand. He placed his index and middle fingers on the girl's vulva and began to rub her pink clitoris. Under Hihara Shinji's rubbing, the girl's clitoris gradually became erect.
'Speak or not, or this silver needle will be inserted into your clitoris.'
'You beast, I don't know.'
Seeing that the girl didn't speak, Hihara Shinji stabbed the silver needle into the girl's clitoris, but deliberately didn't pierce it, instead playing with it on both sides of the clitoris.
'Ah-----.' The girl's breasts turned red, and a clear, sticky fluid flowed from her vagina. Her high, firm breasts heaved."
“Girl, just tell me, why endure this torture any longer!” “Beast—ah!” The girl screamed in agony. Seeing that she wouldn’t speak, Hihara Shinji pierced the girl’s clitoris with a silver needle. Blood slowly seeped from her clitoris, dripping onto the torture bed. The girl fainted.
“Splash!” A Japanese thug poured a bucket of cold water onto the girl’s naked genitals. The girl woke up again.
“Will you talk or not?”
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t talk, I’ll make sure you can never be a woman again.”
Seeing that the girl wouldn’t confess, Hihara Shinji ordered a Japanese soldier to take a leather case from the torture instruments. Opening it, they found rows of various sticks neatly arranged inside—iron sticks, rubber sticks, barbed sticks, hooked sticks—with water and electricity outlets at the back.
A thug took out a barbed iron stick more than two feet long and two inches thick from the case, then attached it to a machine and turned on the power. The iron stick spun rapidly, and the Japanese soldier, leering, inserted it into the girl’s vagina. The iron rod spun rapidly inside the girl's vagina, thrusting in and out under the control of the Japanese thugs. Each time it went in, the girl's pink labia were pushed inwards, and when it was pulled out, they were turned back, causing the girl's breasts to heave.
"How is it? Going to heaven, huh?" The iron rod was pushed inch by inch into the girl's vagina, and the girl gasped for breath.
"Will you talk or not?" Hihara Shinji signaled the thugs to stop.
"Pah!" The girl spat with all her might onto Hihara Shinji's face. Hihara Shinji didn't get angry but laughed, wiping the spit off his face with the girl's pale white panties that had been pulled off, and grinned maliciously at the Japanese thugs, "Put it all the way in. I want to see how long she can endure it."
"Ah------" The girl suddenly screamed, her whole body arching backwards. The torture bed creaked as she struggled, and her two fair legs contracted due to the intense pain, making the skin on her feet turn a ghastly white.
The Japanese soldier forcefully shoved an iron rod into the girl's vagina. The two-foot-long rod penetrated her tender vagina, reaching all the way to her uterus. Vaginal blood gushed from her vulva, quickly forming a large pool of blood and discharge beneath her buttocks.
"Will you talk or not?"
The girl closed her beautiful eyes and turned her head away, enduring the excruciating pain in her lower body.
Hihara Shinji ordered his thugs to pour chili water into the girl's vagina from behind the iron rod.
"Ah-----it hurts so much----stop----stop---ah----"
Hihara Shinji again signaled to his thugs to stop the torture.
'See? Now you know how powerful the Imperial Army is, right? Tell me!'
"I...I don't know." Seeing that
the girl had deceived him, Hihara Shinji, enraged, ordered his henchmen to remove the iron rod from the girl's genitals. He personally replaced it with a thick, long iron rod with a hook at the end and inserted the iron rod into the girl's vagina. The hook of the iron rod rotated and rubbed against the girl's vaginal folds. At the same time, he ordered two henchmen to use a red-hot branding iron to burn her two full breasts.
The girl's pitiful screams echoed in the torture chamber. Soon, two Japanese soldiers continued to burn the girl's breasts with the red-hot branding iron. The girl's two full, white breasts were charred black, and the torture chamber was filled with the smell of burning. The girl fainted seven or eight times, and each time she was revived by splashing cold water. Hihara Shinji himself could not bear it any longer and went out.
#### # ###
The "Fengyang Teahouse" is located near Xiaowang Temple in the east of Jiaozhou, right outside the Japanese Special Higher Police. The mast is held by a thin man in his forties named Wang Zhenlin. Since it is morning, a few customers are drinking tea. The conversation of two burly Japanese soldiers on his left catches his attention.
"Mr. Mizuta, you don't know, that Chinese girl we captured the day before yesterday was a rare beauty. I've never seen anyone so beautiful in Japan. It's a pity she's a female guerrilla fighter, she's really tough. You know the guerrillas have been very active lately. To get information from her, we tortured her severely last night, but she didn't say a word. Her beautiful lower body was all torn apart. What a pity."
"Mr. Qingjian, is she dead?"
"No, Major Hihara said not to torture her tonight until she talks."
"Don't you Special Higher Police have any chance with such a beautiful girl?"
"Of course we do! Yesterday, the five of us took turns with her all day. I can't even straighten my back today. Her place is really amazing, she's definitely still a virgin."
The tea shop owner rubbed his hands together, his knuckles turning white. The torture chamber was dimly lit. A snow-white female body was bound face-up to an arched torture chair. Her hands were twisted and handcuffed. She was Zhou Jie, the female guerrilla fighter captured two days earlier. Her legs were spread wide and bound, her genitals fully exposed to the Japanese soldiers. Her pink labia were weakly parted, covered in semen and blood. The girl's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
Fei Yuan Jinji walked to the rack and grinned maliciously, "Miss Zhou, speak. Why hide it from them anymore?" "Beasts, they will avenge me." "Is that so? How will they know you're enjoying yourself here?" "-------" "Use salt water to wash Miss Zhou's body." Two thugs grinned maliciously as they parted the girl's labia and poured concentrated salt water into her vagina, then vigorously rubbed her clitoris and labia. "Ah-----" Zhou Jie screamed in agony, feeling a sharp pain in her genitals. Bright red blood flowed from the girl's vulva. "Will you talk, Miss Zhou?" " -------" Seeing the girl remain silent, Fei Yuan Jinji ordered his thugs to insert a two-foot-long, barbed iron rod into the girl's vagina. The iron rod slowly sank into the girl's tender flesh. By the time the entire iron rod was inserted, the girl had fainted three times, her body soaked as if she had just been pulled from the water, her lower body as if immersed in blood, the blood flowing from her vagina accumulating in a large puddle. Cold water was splashed again to revive the naked girl. Zhou Jie struggled to open her eyes. "Will you talk?" Fei Yuan Jinji forcefully thrust the iron rod in. "---" "I'll add a little more, and you'll talk." Fei Yuan Jinji ordered the Japanese soldiers to subject Zhou Jie to brutal electric shocks. Two thugs wrapped two wires around Zhou Jie's two erect nipples, then wrapped another wire around the iron rod in the girl's lower body, and turned on the power. "Ah----" the girl screamed, arching her back. Her labia were torn open as if forcibly pulled apart, blue arcs of electricity swirling inside her vagina. "Will you talk or not?" Hihara Shinji ordered the power to be turned off. Zhou Jie gasped for breath, her high, firm breasts heaving. Seeing that the girl wouldn't speak, the power was turned back on. "Ah------" A scream pierced the girl's vagina, a stream of yellowish urine gushing out; she had lost control of her bladder. The voltage was increased to 100 volts, and the girl's screams became hoarse. The iron rod was violently thrusting in and out of the girl's lower body, and streams of blood flowed from the folds of her thighs. Finally, the girl lost consciousness. Hihara Shinji ordered the iron rod to be removed from the girl's lower body. Cold water was splashed on the girl again to wake her. "Will you talk or not?" Hihara Shinji grabbed the girl's long hair. The girl weakly shook her head. Fei Yuan Jin'er grinned maliciously and ordered his thugs to drag the girl to a "cross"-shaped torture chair. He spread her hands wide and fastened them to the crossbar with iron buckles. Then, he tied ropes around her snow-white abdomen and bound her two snow-white, rounded legs to long strips of wood, the ropes looping around her knees and tightening. He then spread her legs to their limit, fully exposing her genitals. "Miss Zhou," he said, "tell me. The torture I'm about to inflict on you is unbearable for any woman. Why wait until you're tortured to speak? That would be a huge loss for you. Why should a beautiful girl like you risk your life for the guerrillas? Just tell me the guerrillas' location, and I can immediately send you abroad to recuperate. In three months, you'll be an unparalleled beauty of the East again." Zhou Jie shook her head, remaining silent. Fei Yuan clapped his hands, and a thug brought in a basin of charcoal fire from the inner room, on which rested a dozen red-hot branding irons and several silver needles. Fei Yuan grinned maliciously as he took a red-hot branding iron from the embers and brought it to the rack, gently touching Zhou Jie's left nipple. The girl's naked body twitched on the rack, but she held back her screams. A blister formed on her white nipple. "Miss Zhou, the Imperial Japanese Army knows you have secret connections with many people in the city. Tell me who they are?" Zhou Jie remained silent, only shaking her head. Seeing that the girl wouldn't speak, Fei Yuan grinned maliciously and pressed the red-hot branding iron hard against the girl's tender breast . The pain was unbearable; the girl's piercing scream was deafening, and her naked body shifted miserably to the other side. But she couldn't break free from the restraints on her wrists. "Speak, who are your contacts?" The girl frowned in pain but didn't answer. Fei Yuan changed to another red-hot branding iron and pressed it against the girl's other white, round, and perky breast. With a "sizzle," a puff of smoke rose from the girl's breast. The girl gritted her teeth, her throat convulsing violently. Her tightly bound hands clenched and thrashed wildly in the air, her bound feet kicking frantically. "Will you talk?" "-----" The girl didn't answer. Fei Yuan repeatedly pressed the branding iron, now hotter than before, against the girl's breasts, lower abdomen, white legs, and the inside of her thighs. Puffs of smoke rose. Finally, under this inhuman torture, the girl fainted . "Splash!" A bucket of cold water was poured over her naked body. A reddish-white liquid seeped from the wounds on her white breasts and the inside of her thighs. "Oh-----" The girl gasped for breath. "What about Miss Zhou? Will you talk?" "No!" The girl managed to utter a single word with all her might. Fei Yuan took out another red-hot branding iron and pressed it hard against the girl's fair, delicate armpit skin. "Ah...beast...animal...ah..." The girl finally screamed in agony, tears streaming down her face, contorted with pain. Fei Yuan knew this was a sign that the girl was on the verge of collapse; she might not actually want to curse, but she had to shout to distract herself from her pain.

"Will you talk or not?" Fei Yuan grabbed the girl's hair.
"Pah!" the girl suddenly spat in Fei Yuan's face.
Fei Yuan didn't get angry but laughed. He picked up the white underwear that the girl had been stripped off before the torture, wiped the bloody saliva off his face, and then used a branding iron to press it hard against the girl's other armpit.
"Ah----" A miserable scream rang out. The branding iron charred the girl's fair and delicate skin, and she fainted again.
Cold water was poured over her to wake her up.
The girl no longer had the strength to scream. Her naked body was covered with dark red marks.
Fei Yuan lifted the girl's chin and said, "Miss Zhou, I admire your ability to endure pain. Last time, the female county party secretary we caught didn't want to talk at first, but she finally confessed under the new torture methods of our Imperial Japanese Army. Why should Miss Zhou endure torture before confessing?"
The girl shook her head weakly.
Fei Yuan clapped his hands in disappointment and said to one of the henchmen, "Hirata, turn her down there." The thug named Hirata
, grinning lewdly, approached the rack. He parted the girl's pink labia majora, pressed his hands against her thighs, and retrieved a leather strap with hooks on both sides from the torture instruments on the ground. He hooked the hooks into one of the girl's labia majora, then around her buttocks to hook the other labia majora, spreading them to their limit. The girl's entire vulva was now fully exposed, the mucous membranes red and moist, with blood clots from the previous day trapped in the folds. The opening within the folds of flesh was weakly opening and closing. Hirata, grinning maliciously, stared at the girl's private parts, wrapped a red-hot silver needle in a towel, and with a lewd grin, parted the girl's pink labia minora with his left hand, inserting the silver needle into the girl's pink, narrow urethra.
"Ah-----" Zhou Jie let out a sharp scream, her leg muscles trembling uncontrollably, her hands struggling pitifully as they were bound.
"Are you going to talk or not?"
Fei Yuan slowly and forcefully pierced the girl's flower core with the silver needle. The muscles at the urethral opening were roasted until they emitted blue smoke, and blood gushed from the girl's urethra, its stench rising from the hot needle.
"------Ah------I-----I---" The girl opened her mouth, her voice trembling.
Fei Yuan withdrew the silver needle from the girl's urethra, and a stream of blood flowed from it.
Fei Yuan picked up a white-hot triangular branding iron from the furnace, waved it in front of the girl's eyes, and grinned maliciously: "Miss Zhou, talk it out, or don't even think about ending this. This is just the beginning."
Zhou Jie weakly shook her head, closing her beautiful eyes in pain.
Seeing that Zhou Jie wouldn't speak, Fei Yuan pressed the branding iron hard against the girl's left labia majora, which had been turned open. "
Ouch-------Oh-----" The girl let out a heart-wrenching scream, the muscles in her legs contracting uncontrollably, her white feet marked with red welts from the ropes binding them. Her head tilted back, her eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. A few seconds later, with a "bang," her body fell back onto the torture rack.
A thug next to her poured cold water on the girl's face, which was covered in sweat and tears, to wake her up. The girl opened her eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Fei Yuan changed to another branding iron. He lifted the girl's chin and said, "Miss Zhou, will you talk or not?" The girl
opened her mouth, but only a mouthful of bloody saliva escaped.
Fei Yuan pressed the red-hot branding iron hard against the girl's other labia.
A wisp of smoke rose.
The girl let out a long scream. Her bound hands frantically clenched against the wooden bar, and she fainted again.
Her two bright red labia were charred, loosely pressed against her inner thighs, and a thin stream of yellowish-white liquid seeped from her urethra. Her long hair clung to her sweat-drenched face, and the torture chamber reeked of burnt flesh.
Looking at the unconscious girl's naked body, Fei Yuan ordered his henchmen to splash cold water on her to wake her.
"Miss Zhou, how about it? Will you talk or not?"
The girl hesitated for a moment, then shook her head resolutely, closed her beautiful eyes, and crystal tears slid down her face.
Fei Yuan took a red-hot branding iron from the furnace, and with his left hand, he manipulated the girl's charred labia majora before ruthlessly pressing it against the girl's vaginal opening.
"Sizzle!" A puff of smoke rose from the girl's lower body.
"Ah-----I----I--Mom-----" The girl's throat gurgled, her body rising and falling back onto the torture rack.
"Will you talk or not?"
Fei Yuan changed to another branding iron, pressing it heavily against the girl's genitals, making a full circle on her bright red vulva.
The girl's legs convulsed violently, her screams completely choked in her throat; she just frantically threw her head back, white foam escaping from her mouth.
"I-I--no--no---talk---"
Fei Yuan's interrogation ended in failure. He ordered his henchmen to drag the girl back to the torture chamber and give her proper treatment.
#### #One
month later.
Fei Yuan returned to his Special Higher Police office and lit a cigarette.
"Knock knock knock." There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"Reporting to the Major, it's Miss Liu Ying from the Imperial Daily."
"Please let her in."
The door opened, and a beautiful young woman, dressed in a cheongsam, tall and stylish, entered the room, carrying a black leather bag. A slit in her cheongsam revealed a long stretch of white leg. "
Oh, it's our beautiful Miss Liu! What brings you here?"
"Feiyuan-kun, I heard you captured a female communist. Don't you want to say something in the Imperial Daily?"
"Don't mention it! That liaison officer didn't say anything; it's a disgrace to me."
"Oh, is that so? That's very disappointing."
"Come, Miss Liu, sit for a while!"
Feiyuan grabbed the woman's hand, pulling her onto his lap, his hand already reaching for her ample breasts.
"Major Feiyuan, don't do this! I have things to do." Liu Ying pushed Feiyuan's hand away.
"Ring ring!" The phone rang.
"Who is it?" Feiyuan angrily picked up the phone, listened for a few moments, and his expression changed.
"Yes, yes! Send the female liaison officer to the Special Criminal Division immediately tomorrow, Colonel Matsumoto." "
Feiyuan-kun, you're busy, I have something to do, I'll take my leave now."
Watching Liu Ying's departing figure, Feiyuan gritted his teeth in hatred.
"I will definitely get you." Feiyuan secretly vowed.

(II)
A prison van, escorted by two military vehicles, drove out of the Special Higher Police gate and out of the county town, heading towards the Special Criminal Investigation Department located in the west of the county.
"The Japanese flag swaggered in the sunlight, and the Japanese bayonets on the military vehicles gleamed in the sunlight.
The vehicles gradually entered the mountainous area.
"Boom!" Suddenly, a loud explosion came from the rear of the vehicle, and the last military vehicle, full of Japanese soldiers, turned into a ball of flame and headed down the mountain.
The Japanese soldiers were immediately thrown into chaos.
Gunfire erupted, and Japanese soldiers fell one after another. Several Japanese soldiers hid behind the vehicle and returned fire at the guerrillas who rushed up. Several guerrillas were shot down.
A grenade landed accurately next to the Japanese soldiers.
The prison van was opened, and Li Yuxiu, the 28-year-old female captain of the guerrilla force, tightly grasped Zhou Jie, who looked like a woodcutter in prison clothes, and said, "You've suffered." Zhou Jie, with tears welling up in her eyes, tightly embraced Zhou Yuling, sobbing uncontrollably, "Sister Yuxiu, they're not human—" "
Alright, you're safe now, let's get out of here quickly."
"What! The prison van was hijacked." Matsumoto's face turned ashen upon hearing his subordinate's report.
"A bunch of good-for-nothings, useless trash."
Hihara Shinji and squad leader Yamashita Asami listened to Matsumoto's reprimand with their heads down.
"Major Hihara, what do you want to say?" Matsumoto asked, seeing Hihara hesitate.
"Colonel, don't you think the guerrillas' hijacking of the van this time was a bit too precise in terms of time and place?"
"This matter is only known to you and me. You won't leak it to the guerrillas, will you? What exactly do you want to say?"
"Colonel, I know someone might have leaked information. This is highly suspicious."
"Feiyuan-kun, speak quickly! This isn't the style of Imperial soldiers."
"It's like this: yesterday, when you called, Ms. Liu Ying, a reporter from the Imperial Daily, was in my office. She said she heard we arrested a prostitute and wanted to publish the news in the Imperial Daily. The Imperial Daily never colludes with the military, so I find Ms. Liu Ying very suspicious."
"Detain her."
Japanese military police motorcycles sped through the streets, kicking up clouds of dust.
At Liu Ying's residence at No. 4 West Street in Betsu Prefecture, the place was deserted. Documents with unfinished fuel remained on the floor, indicating she had left in a hurry.
"Chase her!"
The motorcycles sped towards the city gate.
"How long have you been gone?" Feiyuan asked the gate guard.
"About an hour. She walked there, Major." Liu
Ying walked quickly along the path. The faint sound of motorcycles approached. She looked back and saw more than a dozen motorcycles closing in on her. She knew she had been discovered. It was still half an hour into the mountains, and she knew it was too late. She pulled out her pistol and checked the bullets. She counted 34 rounds. She saved the last one. From the beginning of her underground work, she had prepared for the day her identity would be exposed. She had no regrets about exposing herself to save her comrades.
*Bang!* A bullet grazed past her. Liu Ying crouched down and pulled the trigger on the approaching convoy. A Japanese soldier was immediately thrown from a motorcycle, which sped into a ditch, throwing another Japanese soldier to the ground.
The Japanese soldiers scattered, bullets flying incessantly.
Liu Ying calmly fired, and seven or eight Japanese soldiers fell to the ground.
"Miss Liu, you're running out of bullets, you can't escape now, surrender!"
The only answer was bullets.
"Take them alive, be careful when you shoot. " "Hihara gave the order.
Liu Ying knew that falling into their hands would be worse than death, so she saved her last bullet for herself.
Liu Ying rolled over a ditch and was about to lie down when a bullet struck her calf.
Blood dripped from her fair and smooth leg. Liu Ying endured the pain and knocked down two more Japanese soldiers.
Two more Japanese soldiers pounced from the side, and Liu Ying knocked them down as well. Then, she calmly raised her gun to her temple, about to pull the trigger, when a foot flew from behind, kicking the gun out of her hand and twisting her hands behind her back.
Liu Ying closed her eyes in pain, and a sinister voice rang out, "Miss Liu, you will certainly receive our preferential treatment." "
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This is an underground torture chamber in the Japanese army's special interrogation room. In the dim light, various torture instruments are scattered on the floor.
Fei Yuan sits in a grand chair, with several burly men standing behind him.
"Clang!" The door to the torture chamber on the left opens, and Liu Ying, dressed in a cheongsam, is pushed in. Since being captured yesterday, Liu Ying has been imprisoned in the special torture section.
Liu Ying straightens her body, tidies her hair, and breaks free from the support of the Japanese soldiers behind her, calmly saying, "I can walk by myself.
" Fei Yuan smiles, "Miss Liu, it's a pleasure to see you again so soon. Please sit down."
"You beast, I'm not happy to see you."
"Miss Liu, with your face and figure, it's a waste for you to be a secret agent. As long as you name the other people in Biezhou City, I guarantee you a bright future."
“Feiyuan, you overestimate me. How would a reporter like me know the names of other state party members?
” Feiyuan leered and ordered his thugs to drag Liu Ying to a wooden frame shaped like the Chinese character “大” on the left, spread her limbs, and tie them to the frame. He then approached the frame, unbuttoned Liu Ying’s collar, and reached inside her breasts.
“Beast.” Liu Ying closed her beautiful eyes in anguish. She knew what the Japanese soldiers wanted to do to her. She regretted not shooting herself sooner. Now she was truly in a state of unbearable suffering, unable to live or die. Two virgin tears slid down her smooth cheeks. She resolved to overcome the humiliation and torment inflicted upon her by the Japanese soldiers.
"Oh—" She felt a tingling sensation in her breasts. Fei Yuan had already ripped open the girl's bra with a "rip," revealing her two white, full breasts.
Fei Yuan lewdly lifted the girl's breasts from under her armpits and squeezed them together, saying, "Miss Liu, your breasts are so white and big! The Imperial Army will definitely have a good taste." "
The girl's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her cheeks flushed red. 'Ah-----' Suddenly, the girl let out a scream, struggling with her tightly bound hands and shaking her head.
Fei Yuan had already taken one of the girl's pink left nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it.
The girl was still a virgin, and she couldn't withstand Fei Yuan's playfulness; she couldn't help but scream.
'Miss Liu, doesn't it taste good!'" "This is just the beginning. Tell me, or you won't be able to take it anymore,"
Liu Ying turned her head away, biting her lower lip tightly, trying her best to make a sound.
Fei Yuan leered and squatted down, coming to the girl's separated, bound legs. He lewdly lifted the hem of her cheongsam, slowly moving his hand up her fair legs, wedging it into her moon-white panties.
The girl gasped for breath, her fair legs twisting unnaturally. Suddenly, she felt a chill in her lower body. Fei Yuan had already ripped open her moon-white fur trousers, revealing her beautiful virgin body completely to the Japanese soldier.
What kind of... What a scene! In the dim light, a young and beautiful girl was bound naked to a large, spread-eagle rack, while several Japanese soldiers drooled over her naked body.
Her limbs were tightly bound to the wooden post; her skin was fair, her two hemispherical breasts stood high, pink nipples adorning her white skin. Below her smooth, flat abdomen was a thick, dark patch of pubic hair, and her two long, shapely legs were firm and shapely.
Feiyuan, consumed by lust, grinned lewdly and inserted his hand into the girl's delicate vulva, parting her pink labia, and then kissed her genitals.
"Oh----" The girl twisted her jade-like legs.
Fei Yuan's tongue licked and sucked at the girl's lower body, slowly inserting it into her untouched vagina. After sucking for a while, Fei Yuan pulled his tongue out, parted the girl's labia with both hands, and slowly peeled away the pink clitoris that was covered by the labia. He moistened his left index finger in his mouth and pressed it against the girl's pink clitoris, rubbing it.
"Ah-----you beast-----oh----" The girl's head twisted, she felt waves of unbearable tingling in her lower body.
Watching the girl struggle on the rack, Fei Yuan lewdly sucked on her genitals, holding her clitoris in his mouth and gently biting it with his teeth.
"Oh------" the girl couldn't help but moan softly.
"Well, Miss Liu, are you in heaven now! Will you talk or not?"
Liu Ying regained her senses, ashamed of her own lewdness. She took a breath and gently shook her head.
Seeing that the girl wouldn't speak, Fei Yuan ordered his thugs to drag Liu Ying's naked body to a torture bed with iron buckles around the edges. He pressed her face up onto the bed, restraining her limbs around the edges, and then lewdly stuffed a wooden pillow under her buttocks, raising her genitals high.
Fei Yuan climbed onto the torture bed, knelt on the girl's legs, spread her vagina open with his hands, and was the first to insert his penis into her still-virgin vagina.
The torture chamber erupted in the girl's heart-wrenching screams. Fei Yuan's hands kneaded her white breasts as he thrust, blood trickling from between her delicate labia. The girl's head thrashed in agony, tears and sweat streaming down her face, her hair clinging to her sweat-soaked skin.
Fei Yuan pressed down on her, thrusting repeatedly, her two white breasts swaying heavily. After about half an hour, Fei Yuan ejaculated deep into her vagina, satisfied.
Before the girl could catch her breath, a second thug thrust his penis into her vagina again.
Blood dripped from beneath her buttocks, soon pooling on the torture bed.
The penis repeatedly plunged into her narrow vagina, each insertion digging into her pink labia, each withdrawal turning them inside out. The girl was in excruciating pain. When the fifth thug rose from her body, she had already passed out from the third round of penetration.
The girl's snow-white breasts were covered in red spots, and her genitals looked as if they were soaked in blood. Her labia were forced apart, and her dark pubic hair clung to the inside of her wet thighs, turning the once delicate flesh into a bloody hole.
Cold water was poured over the girl's head, and Liu Ying slowly woke up.
Fei Yuan didn't let the girl go. He ordered his thugs to scrub her vagina with salt water, and the girl screamed in agony. Fei Yuan then ordered his thugs to pour concentrated salt water into the girl's vagina, and then washed the girl's body clean before starting a new round of rape.
To force the girl to talk and completely destroy her psychological defenses, Fei Yuan summoned more than 20 burly Japanese soldiers, who lined up in the torture chamber.
The girl was pressed face up onto a wooden platform, her hands tied behind her back. Two Japanese soldiers, one on each side, spread her legs, fully exposing her genitals, and one by one, they climbed onto the girl's fair and delicate body.
The girl let out screams of agony as the Japanese soldiers, one by one, satisfied themselves with her body. By the tenth turn, she was too weak to scream anymore, only able to writhe in pain with each thrust.
The Japanese soldiers then removed her from the torture platform, washed her with cold water, dragged her to a doorframe-like rack, and hung her by her hands together from a beam, her feet barely off the ground. They then tied her feet apart with ropes to wooden posts, and two soldiers, one in front and one behind, began to thrust into her simultaneously.
"Ah—you beast—!" the girl screamed again.
The two soldiers grinned lewdly as they fucked her like a piece of flesh, blood flowing from her vagina, dripping down her snow-white legs to the ground.
Whenever the girl fainted, Hihara ordered the soldiers to splash cold water on her to wake her. This bestial act continued all day long, the girl being gang-raped to the point of near death. In the evening, Hihara ordered her to be fed a little rice gruel; the
poor, beautiful woman was reduced to a grotesque state by the gang rape.
The next morning, Fei Yuan arrived at the torture chamber. He grinned maliciously as he approached the rack, lifting the girl's chin and saying, "Miss Liu, yesterday was quite enjoyable, wasn't it? You must have achieved the greatest physical satisfaction. Tell me, who in the city are you in contact with? Tell me, and you can become a reporter for the Imperial Daily."
"No, no one," Liu Ying gently shook her head.
"So, Miss Liu, you're unwilling to talk," Fei Yuan said with a sneer. "Men, give Miss Liu a taste of her own medicine. No woman will remain silent."
Two burly thugs grinned maliciously as they approached the rack, picked up two electrical wires from the ground, and lewdly wrapped them around Liu Ying's erect nipples.
Fei Yuan waved his hand, and the thugs cranked the generator.
"Ah-----" Liu Ying's body arched violently upwards, blue arcs of electricity flashing on the girl's nipples.
Fei Yuan and his thugs, watching Liu Ying writhe naked on the rack, couldn't help but glare with lust and burst into laughter.
The voltage continued to rise, and Liu Ying's naked body struggled on the rack, screaming in agony as sweat and tears dripped onto the ground.
"Stop!" Fei Yuan stood up and commanded.
With a "thud," Liu Ying's naked body fell back onto the rack, panting heavily, glaring angrily at Fei Yuan.
Fei Yuan shuddered, his face darkening. "Miss Liu, how about it? Confess!"
"Bah, you beast!" Liu Ying's phoenix eyes widened as she angrily rebuked in a hoarse voice, "You bunch of beasts
have harmed countless people. I've hated you for a long time, I wish I could kill you all. Notifying the guerrillas was my doing alone, there's nothing to confess—"
"Baka yarou!" Fei Yuan suddenly stood up, his face turning pale with rage, his expression ferocious. "Torture her!"
Two Japanese soldiers untied Liu Ying from the beam and dragged her onto a "tiger's saddlebag." They pressed her onto the saddlebag, spread her arms wide, and tied them tightly. Her fair legs were bound together to the saddlebag, and ropes were tied above her knees.
Fei Yuan, leering, approached the rack and cupped the girl's two full, round, hemispherical breasts, kneading them as he said, "Miss Liu, your breasts are so white and so big, even bigger than the breasts of the woman we caught last time. It's a pity they were saved because of your constipation. Today, let your breasts taste that flavor!"
One of the thugs immediately picked up an iron box from the ground, opened it, and inside were more than thirty silver needles, each about three inches long and gleaming with a dark red hue.
Fei Yuan took the needles, his left hand grinning as he cupped the girl's left breast, while his right hand, leering, slowly inserted the needle into the girl's pink nipple.
The girl's body contracted, but she clenched her teeth and remained silent.
Fei Yuan then inserted another silver needle into the girl's nipple, and tiny beads of blood flowed from it.
"Say something, Miss Liu, this is just the beginning."
The girl simply shook her head, remaining silent.
Fei Yuan ordered the thugs to pierce the girl's fingers and toes with the silver needles. When all ten of the girl's fingers were filled with silver needles, she fainted for the third time.
Cold water was splashed onto the girl's naked body.
"Miss Liu, speak,"
the girl shook her head.
Fei Yuan ordered his henchmen to bring out a basin of charcoal from the inner room. Fei Yuan placed a dozen branding irons into the fire, then came to the girl, lifted her chin, and grinned maliciously, "Miss Liu, it's not too late to talk now. Don't wait until you can't hold back your confession."
"No, no one's here."
Fei Yuan picked up a red-hot branding iron from the fire, went to the rack, and pressed it against the girl's fair soles.
"Ouch—" The girl's naked body twisted to the side, her legs twitching involuntarily.
Fei Yuan removed the branding iron, revealing a charred mark on the girl's fair soles.
'Will you talk or not?' Fei Yuan replaced the branding iron with a freshly heated one, then pinched the girl's nipple with his left hand and pressed the branding iron against the outside of her breast.
The girl's throat convulsed with urgency, her teeth grinding together, but she didn't open her mouth to answer.
When another red-hot branding iron was pressed hard against the inside of her breast, she screamed, her tightly bound hands flailing wildly in the air, her bound feet kicking frantically.
"Will Miss Liu Ying talk?" Fei Yuan asked with a sneer.
The girl didn't answer.
Fei Yuan removed the branding iron. He cruelly tore open the skin on the girl's charred breast with his hands, blood flowing from one breast.
Fei Yuan pressed the whitish branding iron back onto the girl's tender flesh.
"Ah-------" A plume of smoke mixed with the stench of blood rose.
The girl fainted. Cold water was splashed on her to revive her.
The torture continued.
Fei Yuan waved the newly red-hot branding iron in front of the girl's eyes and said, "Will Miss Liu talk?"
Liu Ying opened her mouth, shaking her head in pain.
Fei Yuan pressed the branding iron hard against the girl's right breast.
"Ouch—oh—" A puff of smoke rose from the girl's white breasts.
Her head snapped back, then slammed back down a few seconds later, and she fainted again from the torture.
Sweat poured from her entire body like a tightly wrung sponge.
A thug splashed cold water on the girl's genitals, and she woke up.
Fei Yuan grabbed the girl's hair and said fiercely, "Miss Liu, will you talk or not?"
The girl weakly shook her head.
Fei Yuan ordered his men to untie the girl from the "Tiger Orange" torture rack, dragged the limp girl to an arched "Y"-shaped rack, pressed her face up against the rack, tied her hands behind her back, and spread her legs, binding them to her feet, so that her lower body was completely exposed for torture.
"Miss Liu, talk, I really don't want to be tortured in such a wonderful place." Fei Yuan lewdly spread the girl's pink labia with his hand, inserted his fingers into the girl's narrow vagina, and teased her with his fingers.
The girl didn't answer. Feiyuan, who had been fiddling with the girl's vagina, suddenly felt aroused again. He parted her labia with his hand, forced his penis inside, and began thrusting.
The girl frowned, moaning softly.
The five Japanese soldiers were once again satisfied with the girl's body.
The fifth soldier withdrew his softened penis from the girl's lower body, and milky semen flowed from her slightly open vagina.
"Miss Liu, I'll ask you one last time. Will you answer or we'll torture your lower body?"
Liu Ying's neck stiffened, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, and she gently shook her head.
Feiyuan took a red-hot branding iron from the fire, picked up a damp cloth with his left hand, opened the girl's left labia, and pressed the branding iron hard against them.
"Ouch—" The girl sprang up from the torture chair, her tightly bound legs trembling uncontrollably. A few seconds later, she landed back on the chair with a "thud." Fei Yuan replaced the hot iron with a red-hot one and pressed it against the girl's other labia.
"Ouch—" The girl's voice trailed off.
"Will you talk?"
"I—I—Ouch—" Fei Yuan pressed the sharp end of the whitish triangular hot iron against the girl's pink clitoris.
A stream of yellowish urine gushed from the girl's vagina, soaking Fei Yuan's hand; the girl had lost control of her bladder.
"Will you talk?"
"I—I—Oh—"
"Don't rush, good girl, don't think it's over yet, it's far from over."
Fei Yuan lewdly released the girl's labia.
Fei Yuan wrapped one end of a red-hot iron chopstick with a damp cloth and slowly inserted it into the inside of the girl's fair, tender thighs.
Blood and black smoke gushed from the girl's jade-like legs. Iron chopsticks pierced deeply into her white thighs
, and she screamed in agony, her legs convulsing. The red-hot iron chopsticks were repeatedly thrust into her tender legs, leaving over a dozen deep, bloody holes.
Feiyuan inserted a vaginal speculum into the girl's vagina, opening it wide to reveal her engorged vaginal folds. The tender red folds were filled with milky-white semen left from the gang rape, and deep inside was her pink cervix.
"Will you talk or not?"
The girl shook her head weakly.
Feiyuan picked up a red-hot iron chopstick and inserted it into the speculum, pressing it forcefully against the girl's delicate pink vaginal folds.
"Ouch—!" The girl screamed again, her legs twisting uncontrollably.
Yellowish urine mixed with blood gushed from her vagina.
"Will you talk or not?" Feiyuan roared in exasperation.
The girl did not answer.
Feiyuan picked up a red-hot iron chopstick again and inserted it into the speculum, all the way to the girl's cervix.
"Ah------Pain----It hurts so much---Ouch-------" The girl's legs convulsed, her bound hands clenched tightly, her fingers clenching wildly in the air. The girl was drenched in sweat from the pain, and streams of urine gushed from her vagina.
"Will you talk or not?" Feiyuan pulled out the iron chopstick and violently rotated the speculum inside the girl's vagina, completely destroying her reproductive organs; blood gushed from her vagina. Feiyuan removed the speculum; the girl's lower body was practically a bloody hole.
"Will you talk or not?" Feiyuan frantically pressed a white-hot branding iron hard against the girl's bleeding vagina.
"Ouch-------" Amidst the girl's screams, a stench of lewdness filled the torture chamber; during the cruel branding torture, a stream of vaginal fluid had leaked from the girl's vagina.
The girl fainted.
Fei Yuan stared blankly at the girl who had endured torture but remained steadfast and unyielding.

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