Tears of a Female Prisoner

The Tears of Female Prisoners
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Thrace is a picturesque small country with a population of 36 million and an area of 1.8 million square kilometers.
Its people are known for their beauty, especially its women, who are famous for their beautiful figures, fair skin, and stunning looks
. Thrace has won numerous international beauty pageants.
However, in recent years, while Thrace's economy has boomed, its morals have declined. Nightclubs, dance halls, brothels
, and saunas have sprung up, particularly in the capital, where prostitution is rampant. Singers, dancers, and prostitutes are everywhere, leading
to numerous divorces, family breakdowns, murders, rapes, thefts, kidnappings, embezzlement, and bribery,
posing a serious threat to the country's economy and social security.
After taking office, the new president, Santo, immediately launched a large-scale crackdown on prostitution. Through
this raid, a number of criminals involved in prostitution were apprehended, 60% of whom were young women.
At 2 a.m. that night, in the Model Women's Prison for Young People on the outskirts of the capital, all was silent except for
the footsteps of the sentries and the guard on duty, Tuotuo, echoing in the empty corridors.
A tense meeting was underway in the warden's office. The female warden was 34 years old, healthy and beautiful,
ruthless, and extremely capable. The four squad leaders present were all around 28 or 29 years old, each exceptionally
ruthless, especially the first squad leader, Wang Hong. Although beautiful, her stern eyes and raised eyebrows gave her a fierce look; the female
inmates called her "the wolf" behind her back. She was the daughter of the National Police Commissioner, who had abandoned other jobs to choose
the profession of policewoman, specializing in humiliating and abusing prisoners—a typical female sadist.
The warden, looking at the documents in his hand, said, "We just received orders from the Ministry of Justice. This nationwide crackdown on prostitution has yielded significant
results, with 1,852 people arrested, including 723 women.
Excluding 245 over 35 years old, the remaining 478 women will be under our care. The vast majority are prostitutes, singers, and dancers
, with a few being accomplices in murder. The prisoners are expected to arrive at 5 a.m., so we have a little over two hours to arrange
things quickly."
"Why didn't the Ministry of Justice notify us earlier? Why the rush?" Wang Hong asked.
"For secrecy. Okay, I won't say more now; we'll explain later. The important thing is to act quickly
. We'll proceed according to Plan 1. Wang Hong, you're in charge of the deterrence aspect; the second squad leader is in charge of the reception; the third squad leader
is in charge of logistics; and the fourth squad leader is in charge of security. Move out immediately!" the warden said urgently.
Five minutes later, a piercing alarm bell blared from the women's prison. The lights in the entire building instantly switched on,
illuminating the building. All the female police officers rushed to their posts. With the clanging of the prison gates,
a female officer shouted, "All female prisoners, get out! Quickly!"
The completely subdued female prisoners awoke from their sleep, not daring to delay. They grabbed their prison skirts, put them on, and
ran out quickly. The so-called prison skirts were made of coarse yellow cloth. To save on labor and materials, the three sizes—large, medium, and small—
were all short and small, with necklines slits reaching the breasts and hems only reaching mid-thigh, the shortest reaching the upper thigh.
Soon, all the female prisoners gathered in the prison square. A sea of bare arms, breasts, and
legs—a truly alluring sight. The female prisoners lowered their heads, holding their breath, not daring to look directly at the podium. They all knew that this midnight emergency gathering
meant some trouble was about to happen.
Wang Hong walked up to the podium with a cold smile and said, "Congratulations, you're going to be prison guards. Listen, your
comrades will be here soon. You 52 will split up and go to your respective cells to be prison guards. You must
explain all the rules here to them, one by one, and tell them about your experiences. You must ensure they become like you
, obeying the rules, following orders, and being obedient. If any cell has a problem, I'll skin you alive first.
Okay, go back to your cells and repeatedly recite Article 20 of the prison rules, and also teach your comrades. I'll check in three days,
and if even one doesn't know it, you'll be in big trouble. Now, Chunzi, Xizi, Xiaoyuan, and Zhang Mei, stay here; the rest of you go back
."
The female prisoners, escorted by the female police officers, went to their respective cells. Only four beautiful
and tall female prisoners remained in the prison square, surrounded by more than ten female police officers. The female prisoners felt a tightness in their hearts, knowing that disaster
was imminent.
Wang Hong said sternly, "Take off all your clothes."
Chunzi, mustering her courage, asked in a low voice, "Why are you punishing us? We haven't disobeyed."
A cold smile flashed across Wang Hong's face: "You haven't really made any mistakes this time, but we'll have to
make do with your bodies for a bit." The policewomen burst into laughter. "
Take off your clothes now! Completely naked!" the policewomen shouted impatiently, as if watching a good show
.
The four women turned pale and, under everyone's gaze, took off their prison skirts, then unhooked a bra
made , revealing their large breasts like small hills. They took off what were called thongs, but they were actually just
strips of cloth, about one finger wide horizontally and two fingers wide vertically, so narrow that they couldn't even cover their pubic hair.
The female prisoners, naked, glowed pink under the bright lights, both beautiful and sexy.
"Take them to the office area. Get ready, the female prisoners are arriving soon," Wang Hong ordered.
The policewomen, in groups of three or four, led the four naked female prisoners from the prison area to the office area.
Chunzi was taken to the first corner of the corridor behind the hall, where a policewoman unfurled a thin rope , about the thickness of a middle finger
, preparing to tie Chunzi up tightly. Just then, Wang Hong walked over, and the policewoman hurriedly said with a smile, "Squad leader,
give us another demonstration!"
Wang Hong, who had been wanting to try tying someone up, readily agreed. Smiling, she took the rope, first
slapping Chunzi hard across the neck and shouting, "Head down!" Then she draped the rope over Chunzi's slender, white arms, twisting it into a braid
, then pulling it out from under her armpits, wrapping it twice around her plump arms. Suddenly, she kicked Chunzi in the lower back
. Caught off guard, Chunzi lunged forward, and Wang Hong raised her arms, pulling the rope back like a horse reining in. The rope
tightened instantly, digging deep into Chunzi's delicate flesh. Then, she wrapped the rope around Chunzi's forearms several
times, then pulled it up to her neck, crossed it, and tied a knot. Chunzi's arms were now suspended at almost
an 89-degree angle to her body.
Chunzi's bare arms and shoulders were bound together like a hemp ball. Chunzi trembled slightly, her face turned
pale, she was panting heavily, and sweat poured from her cheeks and bare shoulders down to her cleavage.
Unable to hold on any longer, Chunzi collapsed. Two policewomen reached out and supported her tightly bound bare arms to prevent her
from falling . They said, "Hold on, take a deep breath, okay!" The policewoman pointed to a small, rough wooden table in front of her and said, "Kneel down on
it."
Chunzi gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, and, held by the two policewomen, struggled to move to the table. She
lifted her leg "Step on it!" the policewoman commanded. As soon as Chunzi lifted her leg slightly, the ropes binding her upper body tightened immediately. She
couldn't help but scream "Ah!" as her muscles trembled uncontrollably.
The policewomen knew she couldn't get up no matter what. Amid Chunzi's incessant screams, they hurriedly
lifted her up. Chunzi finally knelt weakly on the small wooden table. The policewoman commanded, "Spread your legs, lower your head
, lower it further! Don't move, okay, like that."
As she spoke, the policewoman pressed Chunzi's head deeply between her two plump, fleshy thighs, her head almost
touching the table, her plump buttocks sticking up high, and her rope-bound arms pointing diagonally upwards.
Wang Hong nodded in satisfaction to the policewomen and said, "Let her kneel like that!" She then warned Chunzi,
"Don't move, kneel properly. Don't whimper, you're being treated lightly; the other three are suffering even more than you."
Sure enough, at the second corner of the corridor, Xi Zi had been stripped naked, her wrists bound with rope, and
was suspended on a wooden frame. Two policewomen, having removed their outer garments and wearing only shirts with their sleeves rolled up, took two-and-a-half-foot-long leather whips,
wet them in a bucket of water, and began lashing Xi Zi's naked body with a series of sharp, slapping
blows. Xi Zi screamed and wailed, "Ah...ah...oh my god...have mercy on me!"
The policewomen showed no mercy, continuing the lashes with a sharp, slapping sound, each blow leaving a bloody welt. Blood flowed down Xi Zi's
thighs, calves, and toes, soon forming a pool at her feet. Xi Zi's neck stiffened, and she fainted.
Wang Hong nodded in satisfaction and continued walking deeper into the corridor.
At the third bend, Xiao Yuan was stripped naked, her bare upper body and arms tightly
bound together . Beside her lay a wooden horse-like device, with a round
hole in the center through which a wooden stick, about the thickness of a rolling pin, was inserted. The lower end was connected to pedals similar to those on a bicycle. Two more sturdy wooden sticks were positioned in front of and behind the hole. This was a new wooden horse torture device invented by the women's prison, inspired by the wooden donkey torture device
used in ancient China to punish adulterous and promiscuous women . "Get on!" Two policewomen, holding Xiao Yuan's tightly bound bare arms, helped her onto a small wooden stool, then guided her thighs as she straddled the wooden horse. Bound tightly, Xiao Yuan dared not resist, allowing the policewoman to do as she pleased. The policewoman spread Xiao Yuan's buttocks, aiming a thick wooden stick at her vulva, then forcefully pushed her down. Xiao Yuan screamed in agony as the stick was deeply inserted into her vagina. Then, she used rope to tie Xiao Yuan's body to the two sticks, securing her. This wasn't the end of it. The policewoman then placed her feet in footstools and tied them tightly with rope, placing two lit candles underneath to burn the soles of her feet. To avoid the burns, Xiao Yuan moved her feet up and down, causing a spinning wheel that in turn moved the stick up and down inside her vagina, essentially torturing herself. Trying to stop meant her feet were burned, and trying to dodge meant the stick was inserted again, causing extreme pain. Wang Hong and the policewoman were proud of the success of their invention. At the fourth turn, Zhang Mei was also stripped naked, her bare arms spread wide and bound to the top of the cross. Her legs were together, kneeling on the second bar and bound with rope. The policewoman forcefully inserted wooden wedges into Zhang Mei's back and then forcefully inserted a 50-centimeter wooden stick between her already tightly clenched thighs and calves , causing her breasts and thighs to bulge. Amid Zhang Mei's incessant screams, steel needles were pierced into her snow-white, full breasts and plump thighs. Wang Hong, after inspecting the scene, was very satisfied and called the warden to report: "Everything is ready." The warden praised her highly . At this time, the other squad leaders also reported that their tasks were completed. The warden checked his watch; it had only taken one hour and thirty minutes, and the deadline was just approaching 4:30, half an hour ahead of schedule, to complete the preparations for the takeover. (2) At 5 a.m., a ray of dawn illuminated the outline of the women's prison. The tower and walls were bathed in golden light . In the distance, the mountains were high and the fields were green, making it look like a beautiful mountain castle. Who would know that this place was a hell for women? Amid the sound of car horns, the prison gates opened with a "clatter," and the trucks transporting the female prisoners arrived on time . The male police officer in charge reported to the warden who was waiting at the gate: "Reporting, sir, Captain Hoss of the military police has been ordered to escort 476 female prisoners to your prison. I am here to take them over." Warden: "Thank you for your hard work. Begin the takeover!" At his command, the military police and officers accompanying the trucks opened the tarpaulins covering the military trucks. A truckload of young women, dressed in colorful and fashionable clothes, with beautiful faces and full figures, trembled and looked in surprise at the police officers on the ground. "Everyone get out of the car, line up, and move forward!" the military police and officers shouted, waving their batons, rifle butts, and bayonets as they herded the terrified female prisoners into a line and slowly moved them toward the registration table. The military police clerk, the second squad leader, and two other female officers sat behind the table. The clerk, looking at the logbook, read to the second squad leader: "Zhang Li, 22 years old, prostitute before arrest. Qi Zi, 28 years old, dancer before arrest. Hai Zi, 27 years old, unemployed before arrest." One female officer registered the prisoners, while another handed them numbered tags to hang around their necks. After registering, the female prisoners entered the office building. The tinted glass doors blocked the view of the people in the compound, and the female prisoners immediately entered a terrifying world. Upon entering, the female prisoners saw dozens of tall, imposing, and menacing female officers on both sides, armed with guns, batons, and whips , and couldn't help but feel fear. Even more horrifying was the scene before her: a naked female prisoner knelt on , her bare arms bound tightly behind her back with hemp rope , her head pressed between her two pale thighs, her short hair disheveled, her body dripping with sweat that soaked the table , turning the ropes a light black, which only accentuated the snow-white skin. The roughness of the ropes contrasted sharply with her delicate skin . Chunzi had been bound for almost an hour, but she had lost all sense of time; it felt as if time had stopped , frozen in place. Her bound arms and shoulders ached numbly, and her knees, bent over from kneeling for so long…

Her back, neck, and shins ached and felt numb; sweat crawled all over her body like tiny insects, making her unbearably itchy.
All the blood rushed to her lowered head. Just moments before, she had involuntarily tilted her head slightly, and a
policewoman had immediately slapped her hard on the neck and shin. "Lower your head! Don't look up!" the policewoman yelled, forcing her head down
even lower. Chunzi, having learned her lesson, dared not move. She knew the policewoman wanted to torture her half to
death, to give the new female inmate a harsh lesson and have a deterrent effect.
The new female inmates walked past the naked, bound, kneeling Chunzi, trembling with fear. They saw a wooden sign beside her that
read : "The Consequences of Disobeying Prison Rules." The female inmates had never seen such a horrific scene before; they were terrified
and initially subdued. The first step of the deterrent operation had been successful.
In the corridor behind, a sign read: "Undressing Area." Several policewomen shouted, "Take off all your clothes,
shoes, and socks. Be naked, completely naked!"
The female prisoners didn't seem to care at all. Their past profession often required them to undress in front of strangers, especially
with a group of women in front of them. So they readily stripped naked, revealing their fair, jade-like, and slender bodies.
The long-term maintenance and demands of their profession had indeed made these female prisoners incredibly beautiful. Like the nude beauties in Rubens'
paintings, they radiated beauty.
The naked female prisoners walked to the second corridor, where the other prisoners screamed in horror. There, a
female prisoner covered in blood was hanging naked from a wooden frame, blood dripping from her body. Her head was drooping over
her chest, her hair wet, and she was breathing softly and moaning. A wooden sign next to her read: "Female prisoners, don't
suffer the same punishment as me."
The policewoman ordered, "Put all jewelry and watches on the table!" The female prisoners, terrified, hurriedly removed their necklaces
, bracelets, anklets, earrings, and watches, leaving only their naked bodies.
As the female prisoners reached the third corner of the corridor, another horrific scene unfolded before them. A naked, bound female prisoner was
straddling a frame resembling a rocking horse, kicking involuntarily. A wooden stick moved up and down,
pounding into her vagina, blood flowing down the stick, staining the rocking horse and a patch of floor red. The female prisoner's
face was contorted in agony, sweat and tears streaming down her cheeks, a picture of unbearable suffering.
A wooden sign stood nearby, reading: "I brought this on myself."
The surrounding policewomen remained expressionless, staring at the female prisoners as they walked in, as if they were torturing anyone they disliked
. Some of the female prisoners were stunned, while others covered their faces and hurried forward. Ahead stood a dozen
female police officers holding scissors, each taking a snip of the scissors from each approaching prisoner,
cutting their hair short, curly, or shoulder-length—all into ear-length bobs.
It's a woman's nature to love beauty, and one prisoner named Yumi instinctively covered her hair with her hand. In her
moment of hesitation, two female police officers slapped her repeatedly, beating her until she was dizzy
and
disoriented. She was then kicked to the ground. One of the officers took out a small rope, draped it over her shoulders and arms, and then, lifting, pulling, tugging, and tying it up, bound Yumi tightly.
Yumi's face turned deathly pale, and she broke out in a cold sweat. The pain from the rope
binding her was excruciating; it felt like all the blood in her body rushed to her bound arms. Yumi collapsed to the ground. The policewoman grabbed Yumi's ropes and bare arms, dragged her to a corner,
and forced her to kneel. The policewoman kicked Yumi's plump, white thighs apart with her toes, and, pressing her head down, shouted, "
Spread , lower your head, don't move!" Yumi was forced to kneel there like Haruko.
Seeing Yumi's horrific state, the other female prisoners dared not resist, allowing the policewoman to shave their heads.
When the female prisoners reached the fourth corner and saw Zhang Mei naked and bound to a wooden bar, her protruding breasts and white
thighs covered in iron needles, they were already somewhat numb. They neither screamed nor covered their faces; they simply walked past
silently , taking the yellow prison skirt, bra, panties, and other personal
items such as a plastic washbasin and cup from the policewoman. The policewoman called out numbers as she escorted the female prisoners into their respective cells.

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"Numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, move forward and enter cell number one.
Numbers 11, 12-20, come here and enter cell number two... Hurry up, don't dawdle. Hurry up! Go in."
With the "click, click" of the cell door lock, the female prisoners were all locked into their respective cells.
In the prison yard, the trucks were empty, leaving only one prison van. Haos said to the warden, "These are two pre-
selected death row inmates, named Qizi and Haizi, one 19 years old and the other 27 years old, accomplices in murder."
The warden turned to Wang Hong and said, "Put them in the death row."
Qizi and Haizi, wearing handcuffs and with cloth bags over their heads, were helped off the van by the police. The policewoman took them and
escorted them into the prison building.
Haos said goodbye to the warden and left with the convoy.
Inside the building, the policewoman removed the handcuffs from the two women, stripped them of their clothes and underwear, leaving them naked
, and then put them in 60-kilogram iron shackles before taking them to the death row cell.
The takeover went smoothly. The warden, with his subordinates, inspected the various cells, instructing the policewoman to be vigilant, and
returned to his office.
In the corridor, the policewoman removed the ropes and shackles from Chunzi, Yuzi, Xiaoyuan, and Zhang Mei. The prison doctor provided them with
medical treatment, and they were taken to special cells. Yumi was also sent back to her cell.
The women's prison divided the female prisoners' jewelry into several portions according to their rank and distributed them to the policewoman. This was a unique rule of the women's prison,
used to boost morale. The Ministry of Justice turned a blind eye to this, allowing the women's prison to act arbitrarily.
Yumi staggered as the policewoman led her into cell number 4. Several female prisoners helped her up with concern: "Are you alright
?" Yumi shook her head, tears streaming down her face, and sat down on her straw mat.
The female prisoner named Akiko, who was in charge of the inmates, looked at Yumi's bloodied arms and chest and sighed
, "You've just arrived; this is only the beginning. The days ahead will be even harder. The female guards here are as
ruthless as wolves. They'll beat you, punish you, tie you up, or torture you. Look at these twenty prison rules posted here. If you violate them
even slightly , you'll be skinned alive. Look at this one: raising your voice a little is a violation. I've been here two years before you and have seen
many such cases. Some people are accused of breaking the rules for no reason and then tied up, beaten, or tortured. Sigh!"
Yumi cried and said, "It would be better to die."
Akiko quickly said, "You absolutely can't do that. This is a system of collective punishment. If one person breaks the rules, the whole prison is punished. If one
person dies, the whole cell is worse off than if they were dead. We can't let everyone be implicated!"
A dozen or so female prisoners stood silently, tears welling in their eyes, staring blankly at each other.
At 2 a.m. that night, the warden, fast asleep, was awakened by the piercing ring of the telephone. After hearing the report, she flew into a rage.
It turned out that Yumi, while the others slept, had hanged herself with a bedsheet from the iron bars of the window.
The warden roared into the phone, "Immediately execute the deterrent operation! Assemble all the prisoners!"
The ten female prisoners from Yumi's cell were taken to the underground interrogation room, made to stand facing the wall. A female police officer shouted, "Take off
all your clothes!"
Akiko, her face contorted with pain, said, "Sir, I told them everything, she..."
The officer slapped her hard across the face, yelling, "Shut up! We'll see how you're dealt with later. Strip
naked and stand against the wall!"
The ten naked female prisoners stood trembling against the wall, awaiting the torture.
The female executioners, awakened from their beds, arrived one after another at the underground interrogation room on the ground floor of the office building. It was July, and Thrace, a subtropical
country , was extremely hot. The poorly ventilated basement made it even more stifling. The twenty-odd policewomen had all taken off
their tops, leaving only vests; some had even taken off their trousers, leaving only shorts. The policewomen
grumbled as they drank iced soda and beer.
"Damn it! It's so hot, and we still have to deal with them. What bad luck!" one policewoman said bitterly.
"Then don't let them off easily. Give them a good beating and vent your anger," another policewoman joked,
and the other policewomen laughed.
The prepared policewomen, in pairs, escorted the female prisoners one by one to the interrogation rooms.
The basement of the women's prison office building contained over twenty small rooms, each about 15 square meters, connected by a narrow, long corridor. The
women's prison had transformed this space into a gloomy and terrifying underground interrogation room, equipped with over twenty kinds of torture instruments invented or imported by the prison itself.
Countless people had endured the most tragic tortures in this place. Now, ten female prisoners were about to face another horrific interrogation
.
In the first torture chamber, a policewoman picked up a thick, black rope, clearly soaked in blood and sweat, and
tied the female prisoner Qiu Zi to a stake on an L-shaped wooden bench. The rope was tightly wrapped around Qiu Zi's bare chest and arms
, creating raised ridges of flesh. The ends of the rope gradually turned from pale white to bright red.
Qiu Zi pleaded incessantly, "Sir, spare me! I'll never do it again! Please have mercy! Loosen it a little,
I can't take it anymore!"
The two policewomen ignored her and continued to tightly bind her bare thighs to the bench. One policewoman picked up a crowbar
and inserted it into her ankles, prying her up forcefully. Qiu Zi screamed, her upper body and head arching upwards. The other
policewoman immediately inserted a brick to prop her up, causing her knees to creak. The policewomen continued to pry and insert bricks,
and by the time four bricks were in place, Qiu Zi had completely lost consciousness. This was the infamous "tiger bench," a place that people often spoke of with fear.
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In the second torture chamber, a female prisoner named Mayu was forced to kneel on the ground by a policewoman. One policewoman held
one of her arms to straighten it, and tied a thick bar to her arms in a straight line. Then, another bar
was inserted into the back of her kneeling legs. Two policewomen each grabbed one end of the upper bar with their four hands, and then stepped
on the lower bar with their feet. The combined weight of the two policewomen, nearly 200 pounds, pressed down on the back of the female prisoner's legs. Mayu's knees
creaked and groaned. Mayu trembled all over and struggled desperately, but her upper body was tightly bound, and the two policewomen's hands pressed down
on the bar, making her unable to move. Mayu kept screaming, and soon, like Akiko, her head tilted to the side and
she fainted. This was the torture of pressing down on the bar.
In the third interrogation room, a female prisoner named Mariko was bound to a cross with her arms outstretched. Her full, white
breasts were raised high. A policewoman clamped two clips onto Mariko's pink nipples. Mariko screamed and
cried out . The policewoman inserted one end of the wire connected to the clips into the terminal of a motor, then turned on the switch. A current
instantly shot through Mariko's nipples, into her body, burning and numbing like sharp knives cutting into her nerves and
flesh. Mariko's body arched backward, the tightly bound ropes digging deeply into her delicate white skin.
The policewoman manipulated the switch, turning it on and off intermittently, the voltage fluctuating, repeatedly torturing her. Mariko's body
swayed back and forth like a sapling in the wind, large amounts of excrement gushing from her mouth, and feces and urine flowing from her incontinent anus
. This was the torture of electric shock.
In the fourth interrogation room, Li Zi was tied to a low bench. A policewoman picked up a hose and shouted, "Open
your mouth wide and put the hose in your mouth!" Li Zi pleaded incessantly, "Spare me, I won't do it again!" but refused to open her mouth
and put the hose in.
The policewoman became enraged and slapped her repeatedly, her face going numb in an instant. The policewoman then pried open her
mouth and inserted the hose deep into her throat, turning on the tap and pouring cold water into her
stomach. Soon, Li Zi's stomach swelled up. One policewoman said, "Is that enough?" Another said, "
Pour some more in." "
Water was poured in continuously, causing Riko's stomach to swell even more, making the veins on her abdomen clear.
Only then did turn off the tap, placing a wooden board on Riko's stomach. The two policewomen stepped on it, and saliva, blood, and gastric juices
gushed from Riko's mouth, while feces and urine sprayed from her anus, scattering everywhere. This was the torture of pouring cold water.
In the fifth interrogation room, Kiyoko's hands and feet were bound to the lower sides of a V-shaped stool, her
fair and plump buttocks raised high. Two policewomen held 1.2-meter-long bamboo boards, thick at the front and long at the back
, and swung them forcefully, striking Kiyoko's buttocks with a 'crack crack' sound. Soon, Kiyoko's buttocks were torn open."
The flesh was torn and bruised, a dark purple-black. This was the torture of "bamboo shoots boiled with meat."
In the sixth interrogation room, Shui Mei's wrists and ankles were bound together like horses' hooves, an
iron chain suspending her from the ceiling beam. A leather belt was tied to her forehead and then to the chain, pulling her head back in an
S-shape. A basin of charcoal fire was placed beneath her, roasting her pale belly and thighs—this was
the torture of "roasting her until her sides were charred."
In the seventh interrogation room, Xi Zi's naked body was bound tightly with thin ropes to a sheet of cloth. On the high-backed chair,
the delicate skin was marked with deep lines from the ropes, gradually turning from white to red. A policewoman
slowly , while another policewoman inserted bricks into her back and legs, causing
her breasts and thighs to protrude high. The ropes dug deep into her flesh, and the girl screamed in agony, "Ah...
ah..." The policewoman then used thin steel needles to pierce her breasts and thighs repeatedly. This was the torture of randomly inserting needles
.
In the eighth interrogation room, female prisoner Qu Zi's wrists and ankles were handcuffed in a spread-eagle position to iron rings on the wall.
A policewoman applied glue to Qu Zi's back with a brush, then stuck strips of white cloth onto her back. After they dried slightly
, the policewoman tore the cloth off one strip at a time; by then, the cloth was stuck to her skin. Tearing off a strip of cloth removed a
piece of skin. Before she could tear off three strips, Qu Zi fainted from the pain. This was the so-called "wearing mourning clothes" torture.
In the ninth interrogation room, female prisoner Yue Mei was bound hand and foot with a thin rope. Two policewomen forced her to kneel before
a low table, placing her protruding breasts on it. A policewoman pressed a thick wooden stick against her breasts
. Yue Mei pleaded incessantly, "Sister, please spare me! I'll never do it again!"
The policewoman ignored her, only offering a slight, cold laugh. Two policewomen each stepped on a wooden stick,
supporting , and pressed down hard, instantly flattening Yue Mei's swollen breasts. Breasts are connected to
a woman's heart, and Yue Mei immediately felt excruciating pain and fainted. This was the cruel torture of breast compression.

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In the tenth interrogation room, Ji Zi was also bound naked with a thin rope. The end of the rope passed over
an iron ring and was tied to an iron hook at the foot of the floor, causing Ji Zi's arms to hang high up behind her back. Ji Zi groaned in pain. The policewomen used
a brush to scrub Ji Zi's body with filth, then opened a box in the corner of the room, released all sorts of small insects, and
left the room. The insects, following the scent, crawled onto Ji Zi's body and began to gnaw at her, causing Ji Zi to tremble all over from the bites
. This was the torture of being bitten by a thousand insects.
While the ten female prisoners were being tortured, all the inmates in the prison were gathered and lined up to walk past the interrogation room to watch
. Seeing their companions' horrific state, the female prisoners turned ashen-faced and trembled uncontrollably. The more timid
ones covered their faces, unable to look directly at the scene, some even weeping softly. Two female police officers whipped
the women who dared not look, yelling, "Put your hands down and watch carefully! This is what happens when you break prison rules! Look, damn it
!" Only then did the women dare not look away.
After walking through the interrogation room, all the female prisoners were gathered in the downstairs lobby. Surrounded by fierce female police officers wielding their
equipment, they watched intently. Twenty-odd female police officers dragged out the tortured, unconscious, blood-soaked female prisoner
and threw her in front of the platform.
The warden pointed at the female prisoners and yelled, "Look, this is what happens when you break the rules. Anyone who's not afraid, feel free
to try. I have dozens of torture methods here; I don't believe I can't handle you. Anyone who dares to break the rules again will suffer a fate
worse than death. Listen up, your sentencing hearing is the day after tomorrow. All of you better behave yourselves and obey the guards' orders
, or you'll be in big trouble. Throw these ten prisoners into the water dungeon. The rest of you, go back to your cells and reflect on your actions
."
The female prisoners were led back to their cells. The warden reprimanded the female guards again: "You all saw how reactionary these criminals are.
They could easily cause trouble. We must be extra vigilant and take strict precautions. We must learn from
this incident and be even harsher on them, showing no mercy whatsoever. The female guard on duty in cell number two
will be placed in closed custody for ten days, and the shift leader will receive a warning. Their sentencing hearing is the day after tomorrow, and there can be absolutely no mistakes,
especially with the two death row inmates. Tomorrow, be fully prepared, proceed according to the plan, and split up. Meeting adjourned."
The next day, the women's prison was exceptionally busy. The female guards were busy preparing ropes, tags, and other items. The female inmates were also
gathered and taken to their cells for a bath.
Since their arrest, the female inmates hadn't bathed for nearly a week. Their daily bathing habit had
cultivated good hygiene habits, and today's rare bath allowed them to temporarily forget the terror of tomorrow's sentencing,
fully enjoying the pleasure of bathing. Each female inmate carefully washed herself, becoming clean and radiant, revealing her feminine
beauty.
This is what makes the women's prison so special. For every major event, the female inmates are dressed beautifully and impeccably
, attracting attention and showcasing the prison's excellent management. Today, they're doing it again,
the unsuspecting inmates believing they're being treated well.
After showering, the inmates are all required to change into new prison uniforms. For the same purpose, the prison's food
is excellent —good rice and noodles, clean and hygienic, plentiful and filling, with frequent chicken
and pork to maintain their vitality. Unlike other prisons that feed their inmates only rotten food, leaving them emaciated and looking like ghosts
, today the women's prison is providing even better food. The inmates are celebrating like it's a holiday, only the heavily guarded
female police officers cast a shadow over the festive atmosphere.
At 5 a.m. the next morning, the female prisoners, who had spent a restless night, were awakened by a sharp whistle. The policewoman shouted, "Everyone
get up! Get water, wash your faces, brush your teeth, and comb your hair!"
The prisoners moved nervously; after all, they were young and attractive women, and after dressing up, each one was dazzling
. Breakfast was a bowl of millet porridge, a loaf of bread, and a braised egg—delicious and fragrant.
At 6:30 a.m., the honeymoon ended, and the prisoners' hellish ordeal began.
"Cell number one, line up and come out!" The policewoman led the prisoners out of each cell
one by one. The prisoners walked out with their heads down and breathless. As soon as they stepped out of the corridor, the waiting policewoman bound
them tightly with ropes as thin as beans. The corridor was filled with the policewoman's commands: "Head down, bend over, inhale, relax
..." and the prisoners' groans and gasps.
Following the warden's orders, the female guards were extremely ruthless, binding the female prisoners tightly. Their fair, bare
arms were wrapped with far more rope loops than usual, each loop like a screw thread, the thin ropes digging deep into their delicate
skin . Some were so tightly bound that only the flesh was visible, the ropes no longer discernible; their backs were crisscrossed with rope, like tangled hemp balls. The female
prisoners were all panting heavily, their faces deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down their faces. The female guards ignored this,
taking the bound prisoners in pairs and escorting them downstairs to the lobby, making them kneel on the ground to await transport.
Two death row inmates, Qi Zi and Hai Zi, only learned of their impending doom around 6 a.m. today. The female guards brought them
a lavish breakfast. The second squad leader said, "Eat up, this is your last meal.
You'll be executed this morning. You can make any requests."
Qi Zi and Hai Zi were already crying so hard they couldn't speak. Qi Zi, who was a few years older, was the first to hold back her tears and said to Hai Zi,
"Don't cry, crying won't help. You'll die well after you've eaten your fill. Come on, little sister."
Hai Zi cried and said, "I'm innocent! Sister, I've never killed anyone. It was that man, he..."
"Alright, enough of that nonsense, eat quickly!" The policewoman interrupted Hai Zi's sobs.
With tears streaming down her face, Qi Zi helped Hai Zi up. The two of them dragged their heavy iron shackles to the table. Qi Zi suppressed
her grief and ate a few bites of bread, but she couldn't swallow it. Finally, she washed it down with a few sips of milk, but then she couldn't eat anymore
. She asked the policewoman for a cigarette and started smoking.
Hai Zi choked and couldn't eat anything either. The squad leader's face darkened, and she said to Hai Zi, "You must eat something
, otherwise, we'll have to force-feed you!" She was afraid that Hai Zi wouldn't be able to endure today's sentencing hearing without eating.
Qi Zi also persuaded her, "Good sister, eat a little, listen to me." Hai Zi was afraid of the policewoman's brute force, so she
forced herself to eat a little.
Finally, the policewoman brought out two glasses of wine. The two of them never drank, but hearing the policewoman's strict order to drink, they dared
not disobey and forced themselves to drink. The policewoman then brought out a basin of water, soap, combs, and other items. Several policewomen
came up and removed the heavy shackles from the two of them. The two women were still naked, but suddenly felt much more relaxed.
The alcohol had taken effect, especially on the women who rarely drank; a blush crept onto their cheeks
, though they were unaware of its effects, only feeling a little more refreshed. They quickly washed their faces and combed their
hair, looking quite different from before. The policewoman exchanged knowing smiles; they knew this was why they had been forced to drink
, demonstrating the female prison's sophisticated manipulation of inmates.
After washing and dressing, the female inmate regained her former captivating beauty; already a beauty,
she became even more stunning with a little effort.
The squad leader said to the policewomen, "Let's begin." Four strong policewomen walked over, two of them grabbing Qi Zi
and Hai Zi's bare arms and pressing their heads down deeply, almost to their calves, so that their buttocks
were facing upwards. Hai Zi mumbled, "What are you doing..." One of the policewomen slapped her on the head and shouted, "Don't
talk!"
Several policewomen came over, pried open Qi Zi and Hai Zi's anuses and vulvas, and
inserted two wooden cone-shaped wedges. They wrapped the wedges tightly with strips of cloth from their crotches and waists to prevent them from falling out, to prevent the female prisoners from defecating or urinating due to shock
. The policewomen then pulled up their heads, used surgical forceps to pull out their tongues, and tied them with thin horsehair from
the back of their tongues, so that they could not speak. This was a pre-established procedure for death row inmates. Qi Zi and Hai Zi
felt extremely uncomfortable in their buttocks, but at this moment they could not even utter a word of pain.
The second squad leader and the other female officers watched quietly as the female officer performed her tasks. Just then, a female officer rushed in
and whispered to the second squad leader, "The warden said the prisoner transport vehicle has arrived, why isn't this
finished yet? He wants us to hurry. The other prisoners are all ready."
The second squad leader anxiously told the female officer, "Hurry up!" He then told the female officer, "Tell the warden
I have a lot of procedures here, it'll be done soon."
The female officers quickly put short prison skirts on the two men, tied thin ropes around their necks, crossed them
, and then the ropes snaked under their armpits, tightly wrapped around their white shoulders, tightened, then looped back to
the rope , inserted into the knots, and then unraveled to wrap around their full, white arms, tightening once more,
then pulling them back towards the center rope. They repeated this binding process until the two men were bound like dumplings.
Qi Zi and Hai Zi, bound tightly, had their heads raised, their shins slightly arched, their arms
folded behind their backs, their buttocks protruding, their legs slightly turned outwards. They were panting heavily, sweat beading on their skin, their faces
turning from red to white. They slowly slumped to the ground, their lips moving slightly, but unable to utter a single word.
Policewoman Hai Le whispered to the burly policewoman Lu Zi, who was binding the female prisoners, "Aren't they tied too tightly? Don't let them die on
the way; I don't think they can hold on."
Lu Zi laughed and said, "It's alright, this is the last time they're bound; they won't be untied until they die. This is called a 'dead binding.' You
're new here , you don't understand, but it's always been like this."
The second squad leader ordered, "Quickly, give them injections." Two policewomen rushed over and injected
stimulants into the bound arms of the two women. Under the influence of the drugs, they slowly recovered a little.
In the courtyard, everything was in chaos. Trucks drove into the courtyard, each carrying eight selected
, strong male police officers waiting to escort the female prisoners.

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