female prisoners in purgatory

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My name is Lin Xue. My father was a commander in the Sichuan Army, and my mother was the daughter of a famous general under He Jian. I am their only daughter. From a young age, my parents doted on me. From elementary school through middle school and university, I was always their proud and obedient daughter. My father, now past forty, was eagerly anticipating finding me a suitable husband to inherit the family business. What changed the trajectory of my life, transforming me from a pampered young lady from a wealthy family into a rebel against the exploitative system? It all began with the Marco Polo Bridge Incident, which shocked China and the world.

On the night of July 7, 1937, the Japanese invaders, using the pretext of losing a soldier during a military exercise, deliberately shelled Wanping City and bombed the Chinese reinforcements. They subsequently occupied the important North China cities of Beiping and Tianjin, thus beginning their full-scale invasion of China. The crisis in Beiping and Tianjin, the crisis in North China, the crisis of the entire Chinese nation—these headlines, dripping with the blood of our compatriots, leaped into the eyes of every Chinese person who refused to be a subjugated people. It was as if our ancient nation had been jolted awake from a century-long slumber. Like millions of other passionate young people, I took to the streets of Nanjing. Yet, the corrupt Nationalist government used police batons and army bayonets to preach their so-called patriotic theory of "

pacifying the country before resisting foreign aggression." I had never been interested in politics or partisan struggles; I only wanted to complete my studies, inherit my father's business, and contribute my meager strength to my suffering motherland through industry. However, the reality before me ruthlessly shattered my dreams. Was this our government? Is patriotism a crime? Will China really perish? What should I do? This series of questions plunged me into deep anguish and contemplation. It was at this critical moment for the nation's survival that I first heard of things I had never heard of before: Yan'an, the Red Army, and the Communist Party. I learned that in the remote rural areas of northern Shaanxi, there was a group of people who took it upon themselves to save the nation from peril.

It deeply attracted me, like parched earth receiving rain, prompting me to make the most important decision I had made in nineteen years. I left the family that raised me, left this comfortable and peaceful haven, left my loving parents, and bid farewell to the bustling city and affluent life, heading alone to the sacred place in my heart—Yan'an in northern Shaanxi. Although conditions were harsh, life was fulfilling. Every day I breathed in the air of freedom, every day I absorbed fresh nourishment. Young people from

all over the country continued to arrive, and before I knew it, love had come my way. He came from the banks of the Songhua River, possessing the boldness and passion of a Northeastern man. In a cave dwelling on the Loess Plateau, by the light of a small oil lamp, I shyly nestled in his arms, silently letting him remove my clothes. The sweetness of love was fleeting. After graduating from the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University, I was assigned to a unit directly under the New Fourth Army, fighting against the Japanese invaders and the Wang Jingwei regime in the Jiangnan region, and gloriously joined the Communist Party of China.

After eight long years of bloody struggle, my motherland and I finally ushered in August 15th, a day forever etched in history. We had won! We had defeated the heavily armed Japanese invaders! We had washed away nearly a century of shame with countless young lives. The long war left our impoverished and weak nation riddled with holes, in dire need of reconstruction. For the greater good of the nation, the Chinese Communist Party once again reached out and began world-renowned talks with the Kuomintang. It was at that moment that I bid farewell to my comrades-in-arms and was sent to Chongqing, the wartime capital.

Soon, the tyrannical and traitorous Chiang Kai-shek betrayed the nation once more, tearing up the still-wet ink-stained peace agreement between the Kuomintang and the Communist Party, and brazenly launching a full-scale civil war. My identity was also forced to go underground. Battlefield defeats were frequent, the economy was on the verge of collapse, and the people were living in misery—this was the true picture of the so-called Nationalist government in 1947.

To save the dying regime, the enemy became even more frenzied. The slogan "Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free," popular before the war, once again became the mainstream in this southern city.

Tracking, surveillance, secret arrests, torture, and brutal massacres—white terror gripped everyone in the mountain city. I, a former English translator for the Communist Party delegation, naturally became a prime target for the secret agents.

The enemy's madness couldn't frighten us. With the efforts of my comrades and me, the mass movement against hunger, against civil war, for democracy, and for freedom flourished. Later, betrayed by a traitor within the organization, I was arrested on a rainy autumn night.

The incessant autumn rain obscured the sky like a black curtain, and the chilly wind of Gele Mountain pierced my clothes. Escorted by heavily armed police and military personnel, I was pushed and shoved onto that muddy path. The interrogation room lights flickered like will-o'-the-wisps, and the screams of my fellow prisoners were clearly audible. I knew that this would be my future battlefield.

This was a war without suspense, an unequal contest between human will and the brutality of beasts. The devils had every right to wantonly humiliate their prey's dignity, to possess all sorts of tortures—ancient and modern—that destroyed their prey's bodies. I, on the other hand, possessed only a beating heart, youthful passion, unwavering faith, and a mouth that I would rather die than betray.

The curtain rose, and I was shoved into a narrow corridor, flanked by tightly closed iron doors. The atmosphere was eerie. The police officers in front of me stopped, and an iron door creaked open.

The interrogation room was empty, with only a dim chandelier swaying in the wind. They removed my handcuffs and shackles, gesturing for me to stand on a concrete platform, like a female slave awaiting a photograph in an ancient Roman slave market.

Although I'm already quite adept at interrogating arrested female communists, and I've gradually come to enjoy this unique profession—after all, it offers a kind of fun unimaginable to other jobs—the recent cases I've handled have left me feeling utterly bored. I knew they'd brought two female students from Chongqing yesterday, and I'd wanted to have some fun instead of always dealing with those *sensitive information filtered* women from Huaying Mountain, but those two young girls were taken by that old fox Shen Yangzhai.

The light on the interrogation table came on, a beam of light shining directly on me, blinding me. After a while, I heard a deep, muffled voice asking,

"What's your name?" I searched for the source of the voice and finally saw the fierce face behind the huge black table, like a judge in the underworld. Those eyes were fixed, burning with lust. Over a year of underground work had given me a better understanding of the enemy's shamelessness; I knew what it meant for a woman to die rather than surrender. At that moment, I could only silently pray that this process would be short and that I would die cleanly. However, all of this was just a fantasy. The first night in prison was a horrific and unforgettable night.

Ha! Where did these guys find such a beautiful prey? She was tall, about 1.65 meters, with fair and delicate skin. She had a short hairstyle popular with urban women and looked younger than her actual age. Beneath her dark bangs, a pair of large, watery eyes sparkled. She had thin double eyelids, deep eye sockets, long eyelashes, a high nose, small cherry lips, and a pointed chin. She was as beautiful as a fairy in a New Year's painting. Her blue and purple floral cheongsam was both elegant and well-fitting, perfectly outlining her slender waist, her pert buttocks, and her long, beautiful legs. She didn't look like those CCP members who had been exposed to the elements for years, tanned dark, and constantly on the run, disheveled and ragged.

Two faint blushes gradually appeared on her porcelain-like face, making her face look so tender that you could squeeze water out of it. Ah! I truly have to thank the Party and the State for their trust in me, and Director Mao for cultivating me, entrusting this stunningly beautiful Communist girl to me for interrogation, and granting me the privilege of using any means necessary. My manhood instantly hardened; my hormones surged and pounded within me. I stared at her high, firm breasts, and the two pea-sized nipples, my mind already fantasizing about the delicate body hidden behind her cheongsam, imagining her expression as I peeled away her layers of clothing.

"What's your name? Answer me!" the devil opposite me demanded again, his foul breath reeking of cigarette smoke.

"Lin Xue." I turned my head away in disgust, avoiding his lecherous eyes.

"Do you know why I brought you here?" He stood up from behind the desk, shuffling his short frame to my side.

"I know."

"Then confess quickly." He paced around me.

“I have nothing to hide. All I can tell you is that I am a Communist Party member, and my name is Lin Xue. Everything else is a secret of our Party, and I would rather die than tell you. By the way, Judge, how long can you stay there? How long can your little regime last? The outcome of the battle is already decided. The day when this city returns to the people is not far off, and it will be you, not me, standing here then.” I said loudly.

“What a sharp tongue you have. Do you know where this is?” He lifted my chin with his hand.

“Take your hand away, don’t touch me!”

“Lin Xue, stop acting like a spoiled princess. This is a special interrogation room of the Military Intelligence Bureau, a special place to reform dangerous elements like you. By the way, I was born in December, and I’ve liked to touch people since I was in my mother’s womb. Do you understand?” I unbuttoned the first button of her cheongsam. I knew what a young woman feared most.

“You’re shameless!” she cursed.

"Shameless! Well said! I'll show you what shamelessness truly means!" His words had barely faded when, with a rumbling sound, the opposite wall slowly opened. A girl of only seventeen or eighteen was bound to a narrow wooden bench. Her hair was disheveled, strands of black hair clinging to her delicate oval face. Her chest, arms, wrists, thighs, and calves were tightly bound with several hemp ropes. Her shoes and socks were stripped off, and three blue bricks were placed under her rounded heels—undoubtedly the so-called "tiger bench."

"Miss Lin Xue, watch closely. This is our midnight snack for those who refuse to cooperate," he said smugly. Another blue brick was shoved in, causing her two slender legs to arch noticeably backward. Intense pain caused her bare feet to tense forward, the insteps arching like crescent moons, her toes pointing sharply downward. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down her forehead, soaking her thin clothes. Her dark blue silk skirt clung tightly to her full, firm thighs. Her chest heaved forward, her head tilted back as if to alleviate the unbearable pain.

“Miss Wang Jingxian, I’ve carefully read your file. You’re nothing more than a fanatical follower of *sensitive information filtering*, with no powerful background. Why suffer like this?” a middle-aged man with the rank of colonel pressed. The girl didn’t answer, only biting her lip tightly.

“Add another brick!” Another brick was shoved in, the fifth already. She cried out in pain, her head tilting back again, her legs suddenly opening and closing, beads of sweat dripping down her rosy heels, leaving sweat stains on the bricks beneath her feet.

“Confess or not?” the thugs roared.

“If you don’t talk, we’ll put another one in, to stretch your muscles!” an ugly thug demanded, lifting her chin.

“Keep adding, even if you break my legs, I won’t confess!” the girl said, panting heavily, still resolute. The enemy then used a crowbar to pry up the girl's legs. Her knees cracked, and the girl, who had been clenching her teeth, let out a series of piercing screams. Her face turned from deathly pale to ashen, her body trembled violently, and a trickle of crimson blood appeared at the corner of her mouth. I felt proud of my comrade's steadfastness and secretly resolved to be like her, never yielding or betraying her no matter what torture the enemy inflicted upon me.

"Little wench, you've got some backbone. Come on, strip her clothes off, let's see how she'll face people after this!" Under the command of that middle-aged thug, a man with yellowed teeth viciously untied the diagonal sash of the student's top. The girl turned her head away in pain, and my heart pounded. After all, we were women, with secrets women couldn't reveal.

Her clothes were ripped open, and her white bra was lifted up, exposing a pair of full, white breasts to the beasts. Those were still a young girl's breasts, not very large, but exceptionally full and firm, without any sagging. The areolas, the size of copper coins, were plump, and a pair of pale pink nipples, slightly protruding and slightly recessed, shyly hidden within.

"Such tender breasts! You could squeeze water out of them with one hand."

"Look at those nipples, so pink, they're probably still untouched."

"Let me touch them."

"They're hard, hard, this woman's nipples are hard!" The thugs surrounded her, chattering amongst themselves, their filthy hands kneading her breasts.

"Beasts! Beasts! You'll all die a horrible death!" the girl cried out, trying to escape, but how could she withstand this group of lustful demons, especially since her hands and feet were bound? Her top was ripped off and thrown aside, her bra was torn from its owner, her black cotton skirt was ripped into strips, and her pale white panties were pulled down to her ankles. In the blink of an eye, the girl's youthful and vibrant body was completely naked in front of everyone's eyes.

"Actually, my question is very simple. As long as you name which of your classmates are communists, I can put your clothes back on immediately. Otherwise, these gentlemen will have to spend a night of unforgettable pleasure with you. I know Miss Wang is still a virgin. So, will you confess immediately, or sacrifice a woman's most precious chastity to be buried with your bullshit faith? Which do you want!" The devil named Shen Yangzhai began to take off his pants.

"What are you going to do?"

"What am I going to do? To enlighten you!" Filthy fingers danced wantonly on the bright buds, filthy mouths devoured the sacred snow peaks, fair thighs were pulled to the sides, the mysterious palace was completely exposed, and a fat body pressed down on them. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really couldn't imagine that there was such a depraved and shameless interrogation in the world! Although the late autumn weather was already chilly, my body was burning hot, and my face was burning red. That inexplicable heat made my chest feel heavy and swollen, as if a stone was pressing down on it, making it hard to breathe. My nipples involuntarily hardened, throbbing painfully. Although I tried my best to hide it, attempting not to let those lecherous men find out, I knew it was impossible to conceal.

"Let go!—Let go!—You old beast—ah—" Wang Jing turned her head to one side. Shen Yangzhai penetrated her body, and I saw her beautiful eyes brimming with tears. After a series of thrusts, a trickle of crimson blood flowed from between her legs. As that old beast left with a sinister grin, the others, also naked, pounced on her. After they had all exercised their power, I saw crystal tears finally fall from her eyes like beads from a broken string.

"Will you talk or not?" The colonel, now dressed, sat upright behind the interrogation table again. She didn't answer, only gently shook her head.

“Miss Chen Jing, stop playing the hero. If you don’t confess, I’m not just going to take a peek at your breasts. Look at your little breasts, so tender. What’s that saying again? Oh, ‘so delicate they’re like they could be broken with a touch.’ If I burned such tender breasts, pricked them with needles, whipped them, or crushed them with a rolling pin, the suffering would be immense. Can you endure it? And your little hole, so tight. If I were to poke it with a cock with iron spikes in the front, you’d never be a woman again. So, confess now?” Still no answer.

“Looks like you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin. Come on, serve Miss Wang!” A thug grinned and pressed a lit cigarette butt against the girl’s precious breasts!

White smoke rose and slowly dissipated, her soft breasts convulsing in pain, but her sharply defined lips remained tightly closed. The red dot approached again, and this time, the virtuous little sister didn’t cry out. Once, twice, three times—it's been countless. The interrogation room reeks of burnt flesh, and her full, firm breasts are covered in dark brown spots.

"So, you want to talk now?" The steadfast Wang Jing turns her face away, still silent.

"Little wench, you're something else, managing to survive. Come on, brand her nipples, let's see if she can hold out any longer!" The rosy nipples are pinched by the thugs, a red cigarette butt traces a curve as it maliciously lands on them.

"Ah—ouch—ah—" A shrill scream rang out. Wang Jing's head snapped back again, shaking in agony. Her bound hands flared out as if trying to grasp something, her bare chest heaved violently, her arched feet arched sharply, and even her bare toes dug forward. I was stunned, instinctively covering my chest with my hands, as if I were the one being tortured, not that nameless little sister.

"Miss Lin, look carefully. This is the place where you women feel the least pain. If you remain stubborn, we'll brand your nipples little by little like this! I imagine your breasts are bigger and more mature than Miss Chen Jing's, so branding them must be more pleasant, don't you think, Miss Lin?" he said maliciously from behind me. Faint white smoke rose from that spot, a white film appeared on the delicate mucous membrane, her beautiful nipples convulsed in pain, and her shrill screams echoed in the gloomy torture chamber. Although I had been mentally prepared for arrest, torture, and even death from the moment the organization assigned me to work on the secret front, I still hadn't expected the enemy to be so despicable and vicious.

"Miss Lin, look—" I knew what he meant by the second half of his sentence, though I didn't know if I could endure such brutal torture.

"Right here? Then let's begin, you beast!" I had no other choice.

"Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences!" His face was grim, and his voice turned vicious.

"This is just an ordinary torture chamber. I prepared one especially for you. Take her there! I originally thought I'd be taken directly to the infamous Military Intelligence Bureau torture chamber, to witness the latest torture instruments from our friendly nation, to experience the legendary punishments that would make any woman ashamed to even speak of. But they didn't do that. Instead, they escorted me to an empty room. There were no naked thugs with hairy chests, no charcoal braziers with branding irons burning fiercely, no whips dripping with chili water—.

The pretty girl was no longer so aggressive; she just stood silently before me, her face deathly pale, her long, dark eyelashes drooping—truly captivating. I imagined..." Thinking about what this frail young woman might look like after being tortured, I didn't feel the usual pleasant satisfaction of interrogations. Instead, a long-lost feeling of pity welled up inside me. I hadn't felt this kind of human connection in a long time. Why was that? I questioned myself.

Yes, it was her purity that made me feel ashamed, her beauty that dispelled the dark shadows in my heart, awakening a conscience that surprised even me, and even making me hesitate about what I was about to do. Of course, this didn't mean I would let her go. I just hoped that the show I had just witnessed would make her submit quickly, so that those burly men wouldn't have the chance to really hurt her, to pierce her nipples with steel needles, or to burn her genitals with branding irons.

"Miss Lin, you saw what happened just now. That's what happens to the stubborn. Don't make another mistake because of a moment of impulse. Do you understand?" "His ghostly voice echoed in my ears again. Of course I heard it clearly. From the moment I fell into their clutches, I knew all too well the ability of these social scum, born of venom, to torment women. I knew they wouldn't miss any opportunity to humiliate me, and I knew my only weapon was to keep my mouth shut.

"Since I've fallen into your hands, I never intended to leave alive. Kill me or beat me as you please, I have nothing to confess," I replied, though I was also afraid.

"Then don't blame me for being ruthless. Men, let this Miss Lin Xue tour the boudoir specially prepared for her, and perhaps a little entertainment will help calm her temper."

The agents surrounded me, and amidst a chorus of filth, they shoved me into a nearby room.

As soon as I stepped through the iron gate, a wave of blood rushed towards me. Two shirtless thugs grabbed my arms, one on each side, and skillfully looped ropes around my wrists. As the ropes were pulled taut, I was forced into a position..." The words were fixed in the center of the torture chamber. One thug fiddled with a branding iron burning fiercely in the flames, while another soaked a leather whip as thick as a finger in a bucket of water. The man who had interrogated me earlier scooped up a ladle of water and splashed it on my face and chest.

The water flowed down the pointed chin of the young woman named Lin Xue to her swan-like, long neck. Her soaked clothes clung to her bulging breasts, and I could vaguely see two prominent red nipples. I hadn't tortured such a delicate woman in a long time, especially one from a wealthy family. I fantasized about the shape of her tender breasts covered by the fabric, and I wanted nothing more than to tear it off immediately. I was passionate about torturing women's breasts, especially those of city schoolgirls. Perhaps because they wore bras, their breasts were much more developed than those of country girls—full and perky. If it weren't for this place, where would I have gotten such good fortune?

"Will you confess or not?" I turned my face away, ignoring him. He took a dripping leather whip from the bucket and lashed it across my body with a whoosh. That scoundrel was definitely specially trained; every lash landed precisely on my target. Even though there were two layers of cloth between us, the pain still made my heart tremble, after all, that was the most vulnerable part of a woman's body. My clothes tore open in the front, revealing my pink bra underneath. Another lash came, and I couldn't help but cry out.

Just then, I heard the secret agent outside the door shout, "Boss Mao has arrived!" Mao Renfeng came in, and the torture temporarily came to an end.

I had seen that guy named Mao Renfeng before. I was just a little girl then. Probably on his master's orders, he often came to my house to chat with my father, and each time he would bring me some delicious candy and dolls that we didn't have in our area. He glared at the scoundrel who was whipping me and scolded, "Don't be rude, step aside." The man who had been so vicious moments before slunk away like a dog. "

Miss Lin Xue, you've suffered! Please forgive me if I have offended you. Men! Untie Miss Lin." Mao Renfeng walked up to me with a smile, feigning concern. The ropes were loosened, and I ignored the throbbing pain in my chest, quickly covering my torn clothes.

"Heh." Mao Renfeng snorted twice, then slowly said, "Miss Lin Xue, it's been many years. The little girl has grown into a young woman. How is Commander Wang?"

"I haven't been back for several years."

"Oh, I forgot, Miss Lin Xue is a high-ranking Communist Party member. But why bother? Your father is a renowned general in eastern Sichuan, and your mother is the daughter of General Yang, a pillar of the Party and the nation. Miss Lin is so young and beautiful. Why would you so devotedly pledge allegiance to the Communists?" "The class struggle they advocate is about overthrowing the local tyrants. How could they genuinely trust someone from your background? They're just using you, taking advantage of your ignorance. Don't be stubborn. As long as Miss Lin provides us with the list of Chongqing underground party members, I guarantee I'll send you to Hong Kong or Macau to live a free and easy life."

"Don't dream! A Communist Party member wouldn't sell their soul!"

"Miss Lin, don't be so absolute. As far as I know, your party stipulates that anyone arrested will be considered to have automatically withdrawn from the party. You're no longer a Communist Party member."

"Even if I'm no longer a party member, I will never betray them." "

Miss Lin Xue, don't be so impulsive. Dozens of Communists are invited here every day. Who knows who confessed? I don't want to make things difficult for you. As long as you confess everything you know frankly and write a letter of repentance, I can ask my superiors to pardon you, as if nothing ever happened. No one will know it was you who said it. You can do what you like as before. We won't bother you again." “

I already said I won’t betray my promise.”

“Miss Wang, you surely know where this is, right? Don’t force me to let them pounce on you and take you to a place you shouldn’t be. Once you’re there, I won’t be able to help you. Think about it, such a beautiful age, such a beautiful face, ending like this, it’s such a pity, such a pity. How about it, listen to your Uncle Mao’s advice and confess? Don’t put up any more futile resistance.”

“Shut up! Whose uncle are you? Please take me to that place!”

"Do you really want to experience the dozens of tortures the Military Intelligence Bureau uses? Don't be silly. Even those tough, fleshy country bumpkins couldn't withstand it, let alone a delicate young lady like you," Mao Renfeng threatened.

"Don't even mention dozens, even hundreds, you wo

n't get anything from me!" "Damn it, looks like you're going to take the punishment! Do you want to experience being whipped?" Mao Renfeng flared up, his face turning ashen.

"Whip me, beat me, you beast! No matter what method you use, you won't make me submit!"

"Miss Lin, I'll ask you one last time, will you confess or not?"

"Forget about it!" I closed my eyes and ignored him.

"Come on, torture her, use the most severe tortures, let's see how long her mouth can stay so tight!" Mao Renfeng turned and walked out of the interrogation room, Bao Biao following reluctantly behind him.

"Help Miss Lin change!" Several agents rushed up and frantically tore at my clothes. To avoid soiling my body with their hands, I had to tell them, "Let go! I can take it off myself!"

"What?" The agents seemed not to hear me clearly, followed by a string of lewd remarks. I was so ashamed that I wanted to disappear into the ground; after all, I was still a young woman. With trembling hands, I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of my tattered cheongsam, swallowing back the tears welling in my eyes. When the cheongsam was off, my snow-white skin was exposed, with only a narrow bra and panties covering my full breasts and the most delicate parts of a young woman.

"Oh, your bra is made in America, let me smell it and see if it smells good!" One agent led the way in humiliating me, and the others burst into laughter.

"Hurry up and take it off, let us see if your breasts are white, tender, and your nipples are red and perky."

"Look, you bunch of beasts! Rogues! My breasts are just like your mothers', so come on with the torture!" I solemnly unhooked the bra that I rarely took off even when I slept, though I was already filled with grief and indignation.

"Torture? Don't rush, Miss Lin Xue, the officer means to subject you to women's torture, so I'll have to trouble you to take off your underwear." I closed my eyes, tearfully removing the last piece of cloth from my body, covering my chest with my hands, and clamping my legs tightly together.

"Officer, should we hang your breasts first, or make you sit on the bench first?" one of the thugs asked.

“Miss Lin is a superior woman, how can we use those crude tortures first? Let’s try the newly imported electric shock torture first. What are you waiting for? Serve Miss Lin!” The agents pressed me down onto a chair surrounded by small red and green lights. They first spread my legs as wide as possible, then wrapped my wrists and ankles in thick cotton cloth and handcuffed them together. The torture didn’t begin immediately; what followed was an even more horrific abuse.

This was an abuse that would shame any woman in the world. They stripped me naked one by one, taking turns inserting their fingers and probing inside, then rubbing my breasts, areolas, and nipples with their erect penises until I could feel my breasts swelling uncomfortably, my nipples hard, and something wet flowing from my genitals. Shock, shame, and the hallucinations that only women experience during orgasm overwhelmed me, making it difficult for me to control myself.

"Sir, this little girl's wet, she's wet!"

"Sir, you're brilliant! You found the Communist girl's weakness right away."

"Look at her sluttyness, her nipples and lips are so red and tender, you could squeeze water out of them if you touched them."

"Her pussy is really wet, this little wench is really horny, how about it, Communist sister, is it comfortable?"

"Look at those areolas, swollen like little buns, so damn alluring." These scoundrels were talking nonsense. My lower body was filled, and I knew the enemy was carrying out the punishment of the Virgin Mary's desecration, just like they had done to Wang Jing. Every female Communist Party member with some looks who fell into the clutches of evil was inevitably subjected to this unique punishment. It was gang rape, the only difference was that I was no longer a virgin, and these villains didn't get my first time.

"Alright, brothers, time to get down to business."

The agents inserted crocodile-skin-wrapped pliers into my vagina, clamping them onto that agate I'd never even touched myself before. They then thrust one end into my anus, clamping it tightly against the rectal mucosa. Then, they viciously switched on the power, wave after wave of electricity surging into my vulva and anus like a tidal wave. At first, there was a tremor, an indescribable tremor, then it felt like thousands of tiny insects crawling inside, making me unbearably itchy. Next came that feeling of ecstasy only experienced with a lover, every pore of my body telling me that a woman's fatal orgasm had arrived.

"Miss Lin, will you confess or not?" I shook my head desperately. A series of orgasms left me dizzy and limp as a rag doll on the torture chair, too weak to even answer.

"Adjust the voltage, extend the discharge time, and give her a few more orgasms!" The most unsightly part of my daughter's body tingled even more intensely, and began to contract involuntarily. I even hoped that thing wouldn't be removed. The long-absent, white fluid flowed like a babbling brook from both sides of the black crocodile-skin-wrapped pincers. Since graduating from the Anti-Japanese Military and Political University in Yan'an, we'd been separated, never experiencing sex again. I'd also consciously suppressed my feelings, throwing myself wholeheartedly into my work. But after all, I'm a woman who's physically and mentally healthy, and I still think about it when the night is quiet.

"Miss Lin, is it comfortable? You've already tasted heaven. Tell me, and I'll spare you; otherwise, you'll have to taste the torture of seduction!" He smugly pulled down the switch.

Lin Xue's hair was loose, her face flushed and glowing. Her breasts were even more erect, her nipples and vulva moist and tender—it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe them as rosy and dewy, a characteristic of a woman in the throes of orgasm. He once again penetrated this exquisite body. This time, it was no longer dry; every petal opened its arms like parched seedlings receiving rain, offering up sweet nectar. This was part of his vicious plan. After venting the lust that had swelled during the previous interrogation, the most heinous torture in history began.

He opened a container full of foreign characters and slowly smeared the milky white ointment inside onto Lin Xue's nipples and vulva. Then he ordered his henchmen to take turns playing with those two places that men had longed for, until their owner let out a soft moan.

Amidst the devil's wild shouts and laughter, that shameful feeling returned once more; the secret that could only be offered to her husband in her boudoir was once again laid bare before everyone's eyes. Human willpower is so pale and powerless in the face of physiological reactions; once again, I succumbed to the beast. My personality was wantonly distorted, shame devoured my self-esteem, and the passage of time quietly changed me. The unrestrained desires grew stronger and stronger until finally they heard my intermittent pleas for pleasure.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue," it seemed someone was calling my name. The voice was both strange and somewhat familiar. Where was I? The fire in my lower body ignited again, devouring my memories, blurring my thoughts, leaving only that shameful pleasure.

Who was calling me? Was it him? Was it my Zhiqiang brother? I whispered his name; how much I needed him at that moment!

"It's me, Zhiqiang, Xiaoxue, it's me, Zhiqiang!" Zhiqiang brother, are you Zhiqiang brother? What are you doing here?

"The organization sent me, Xiaoxue, you're saved, saved!" Ah! I was saved, and I even saw Brother Zhiqiang, whom I hadn't seen for many years. It felt like a dream. Since we parted ways in Yan'an, Zhiqiang and I had been separated by vast distances, only occasionally receiving messages through other comrades. The discipline of secret work prevented me from telling him my true identity. I never imagined that we would not only meet again, but that I would be held in his arms.

"Brother Zhiqiang, hold me tight, hold me tight!" Those tender, lotus-root-like arms clung to me tightly, and her little bottom bounced up and down. This little girl really thought I was her husband named Zhiqiang. It seems that this kind of thing, combined with a sufficient amount of aphrodisiac, really works like a madman.

"Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, don't keep sucking your sister's breasts, Xiaoxue can't take it." She whispered.

"Xuemei, does it feel good?" I further adjusted the frequency of the electrodes on her nipples, making it more like the effect of a person sucking.

"Where have you been all these years? Why haven't you written to me? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Strong—strong—so good—don't stop—harder—" Clearly, she was already in a daze. I pulled back her foreskin, which was dripping with vaginal fluid, and directly touched the stun gun to her clitoris.

"Strong—strong—put it in me—oh—oh oh—put it in—"

"Lin Xue, I am now formally investigating you on behalf of the organization. Please give a detailed report on your behavior in prison. You are not allowed to conceal anything from the organization." I increased the frequency of the stun gun.

“Oh.”

“Did the enemy torture you?”

“Oh—oh—they tortured you—.”

“Where did they hit you?”

“They hit me—my breasts—and—down there—”

“Did you confess?”

“Oh—oh—oh—no—.”

“Then tell me, where is the radio hidden?”

“I can’t say—oh—oh—that’s against organizational discipline—.”

“I am the organization, can’t you tell?”

“You’re not—not—you’re my strong—oh—oh—I’m innocent—innocent—oh—oh—the organization can’t—can’t do this—strong—strong—.” Clearly, she had fallen into a new round of confusion. Several times I had reached the edge of success, but unfortunately, I didn’t achieve my goal in the end. I knew that if this continued, she would die from exhaustion due to prolonged exposure, so I had to give up for the time being. However, good news came from Shen Yangzhai. The little girl named Wang Jing had completely collapsed under the influence of this aphrodisiac. She not only revealed the Communist Party’s secret organization at Chongqing University, but also their contact person at the Jialing Arsenal. It seems that our initial judgment was a bit wrong, and we really caught a big fish.

While Shen Yangzhai and I were reporting this unexpected surprise to our superiors and arranging the next steps for the capture operation, Lin Xue also regained consciousness.

"Lin Xue, I didn't expect you to be so stubborn. If this continues, I won't be so polite anymore." His hand pinched my nipples, as if he wanted to crush them.

"Beast, rogue, do whatever you want! Even if I go to hell and become a vengeful ghost, I'll settle the score with you!" I glared at him, saying with all my might.

"Fine! Fine! You truly are a heroine of *Sensitive Information Filtering*, I'll grant your wish, use torture!" The switch was switched back on, and the red line on the ammeter kept climbing, reaching sixty amperes, making a crackling sound. A faint blue arc of light flickered between Lin Xue's wet vulva and anus. The little girl immediately arched her back and screamed, her rosy nipples heaving, her little buttocks swaying, even her shapely, white feet tensed into crescent moons—it was truly beautiful.

"Should you confess now?" His smug face appeared before my eyes. My pubic hair was singed, and a powerful electric current pounded against my nerve endings, like countless steel needles relentlessly pricking and poking at my most sensitive folds, like countless fiery snakes tearing at my most delicate secret passage. The pain, the excruciating pain, gradually spread from my genitals and anus, as if countless giant hands were churning inside my stomach, making me feel like I was dying and coming back to life. I don't know if there are such tortures specifically designed to torment women in hell. If there are, I believe no one in the world would want to be a woman again.

"Still not talking?" He pressed me for a confession. I had no strength left to speak, so I could only shake my head desperately.

"Give her a little more pain!" I saw them take two more wires with clips at the front, and demonstratively bring the two metal clips together, making them sparkle. Then, like pulling up radishes, they yanked up my nipples, and after a sharp pain, I saw them clamped there. A sharp pain rose with a puff of white smoke from her breasts. My breasts instantly lost all elasticity, throbbing as if drained of all strength. Soon, the nipples were charred, forming two dark brown burn marks.

I don't know what force sustained this beauty, but she endured for nearly an hour. I began to get impatient. After all, this was a golden opportunity for promotion; was it going to slip away like this? I didn't care about holding back anymore. As long as I didn't kill her, I was willing to tear her tender breasts and delicate vulva apart. Lin Xue, Lin Xue, aren't you a woman? I can't lose to you no matter what! I ordered them to stop and switch to a more powerful stun gun. I wanted to watch her get beaten to a pulp!

They tortured me like dismantling a puppet. One moment I was struck by the current surging to the red zone, rolling around like a fish being fried in oil, screaming in agony. The next moment, the current dropped to the green zone, causing my labia to swell and my desire to writhe uncontrollably. If there truly are the most brutal beasts in the world, then these bastards would undoubtedly be among them. They viciously changed the frequency of the controller in their hands, making me struggle agonizingly between ice and fire.

The clamp on my genitals was removed, and I had barely breathed a sigh of relief when they shoved another black rod in—and it started again! Sweat and tears blurred my vision as I saw those hands press down on the handle of the controller. Red!

Red! Back to the red zone. Screams, incessant screams, pierced the cold, rainy night sky, echoing in the damp, gloomy hellhole, from shrill to hoarse, from unbearable groans to frantic cries for a quick death.

The temperature of the rod there rose rapidly, like a red-hot iron pestle, and the torture chamber reeked of a slightly acrid, burnt smell! I was on the verge of collapse, devoid of restraint, devoid of subtlety, only wild howls remained, so wild that even I doubted the almost inhuman voice emanating from my own mouth! A woman, especially a beautiful young woman, was not to be allowed to fall into their hands. Their torture was not only inhumanly cruel but also unprecedentedly shameless. No one would have imagined that resonance was one of their methods of subduing women. After a wave of pain that nearly made me faint, I was followed by rhythmic contractions in my genitals in sync with the frequency of the electric shocks.

"Stop—stop—" This was her fifth plea for mercy, but each time it stopped, her attitude hardened again. I ordered the doctor to measure her blood pressure and pulse again; after all, this kind of electric shock torture couldn't be used indefinitely. Her blood pressure began to drop, and her pulse was approaching 180 beats per minute—a critical reading. I knew I had actually lost to this incredible girl.

The vicious torture finally stopped. When I awoke again, it was noon. Where was I? Was I still alive? I looked around at the white surroundings and asked myself. My limbs were bound to an iron bed, only my chest was covered by strips of torn clothing, and my genitals remained exposed, ready for their venting at any time. Several middle-aged, shrewish women dressed in white entered, expressionlessly pried open my mouth, and forcibly poured the soup and liquids into it.

At dawn, the special operations team launched its operation, quickly apprehending the Sichuan Provincial Party Committee student movement leader and his secretary at Chongqing University. They also found their secretly hidden weapons at the arsenal and captured their liaison. This time, Chairman Mao didn't try to maintain a balance; instead, he handed the men over to that old fox Shen Yangzhai, while all the women were brought to me. Suddenly, I was incredibly busy again.

I knew I was at a disadvantage in this contest. If I interrogated these female prisoners and got nothing out of them, I'd have to give up my seat to that bastard Shen Yangzhai. A nameless anger choked me, like a thorn in my throat. So, I decided to use Lin Xue's body to test the psychological defenses of these new female prisoners, find the main breakthrough, and take them down one or two at a time, regaining the lost trust from my superiors.

The following evening, a series of rapid clapper sounds broke the silence of dusk. I was taken there again, this time with several unfamiliar female spectators. I had a premonition that the girl named Wang Jing had betrayed us. The thugs first tied my hands behind my back to a chair with high armrests and a backrest. One of the thugs placed a wooden board on the armrest, so that my breasts were positioned directly on it. The female spectators stood not far away, just like I had the day before. He and the clerk sat to the side, coldly interrogating me: "Lin Xue, I know you're determined, so I have to prepare a few special dishes for you. This is the first one, called 'breast crushing'! So, will you talk now, or wait until you've tasted it?"

"I still say the same thing." Although I didn't know if I could endure the torture that was about to follow.

"You won't talk, huh! Serve Miss Lin the dish!" One of the thugs took a rolling pin, held one end in each hand, and viciously pressed it against the base of my breasts. Those beautiful cone-shaped breasts, the envy of even other women, were slowly crushed, the unprecedented pain causing me to groan loudly. Time seemed to stand still; my breasts, pressed into two swollen balls by the rolling pin, gradually turned a deep purple from their pale whiteness due to lack of blood, as if they were about to be squeezed out.

"Lin Xue, will you talk or not?" he demanded, his face hardening. Tears and sweat blurred my vision; I was in excruciating pain, too weak to answer his interrogation, even the strength to beg for mercy was exhausted.

The scars left by the electric shock reopened; needless to say, the enemy's torture was so severe that even their mere touch would have been enough to make me almost faint. But the human body's ability to adapt is astonishing. After those initial, agonizing minutes, the pain seemed less unbearable, and I could barely grit my teeth and stop screaming.

"You won't shed a tear until you see the coffin, huh? I'll personally serve you, let's see if my rolling pin is harder than your mouth!" That beast began viciously rolling the rolling pin back and forth, especially when it reached my nipples, he grinned and increased the force. Each roll sent me drenched in sweat and my whole body convulsing in pain. And that wasn't all. Every two or three rolls, they would stop and smear that white liquid on my vulva, then order these beasts to take turns sticking their fingers inside and rubbing it, viciously probing my labia minora and clitoris. I don't know where these beasts learned such cruel torture. One moment I was being tortured to the point of death by the rolling pin, the next I was panting and gasping for breath from their fingers. I really don't know how I endured it, but I didn't reveal any of the organization's secrets.

"Young Miss, this feeling of pain and itching isn't pleasant, is it?"

"Pah! You villain!"

"Confess or not?"

"I—I—have nothing—to confess—"

"Lin Xue, do you think the Communist Party still trusts you? Look at this?" One wall of the torture chamber became a screen, and a beam of light shone on it. I almost fainted. These devils had secretly recorded my humiliation last night and were maliciously playing it in front of several new fellow prisoners.

"We've already leaked this information through Mr. Li, and I believe it will soon reach your superiors. Seeing how intimate you are with us, who will still believe in your so-called loyalty? So I advise Miss Lin to stop pretending. Pretending is pointless!"

"You're shameless! Shameless!"

"Alright, let's give Miss Lin a change of pace, and let the other distinguished guests have a good look. Think about what you're going to do later!" The two thugs who had just assaulted me with the breast clamps each held a black boar bristle and slowly inserted it into my nipples. At first, it was just a burning pain in my breasts, after all, those are one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body! Then, like an electric shock, the pain quickly spread throughout my chest, and even my back and shoulders ached terribly. I knew that the boar bristles had touched the dense nerve endings inside. They began skillfully changing the direction of the bristles, sometimes poking, sometimes picking, sometimes viciously tugging. The pain pounded against my chest like waves, one after another. Several times I almost couldn't take it anymore, thinking that if they tugged at it one more time, I would tell them, but I still endured it.

"You bitch, I don't believe I can't mess with you!" That deadly stuff was applied to it again, and his fingers were inserted into my vagina, pressing and teasing my clitoris, the most sensitive spot for a woman, until my labia were turned wide open, and I was wet with vaginal fluid, experiencing one orgasm after another. Then he ordered the thugs who had just assaulted me to use iron pliers to clamp my areolas and twist them wildly. The excruciating pain made me scream again! These thugs were making full use of the special parts of a woman's body. The two sensitive points on my chest were piercingly painful, and my lower body was being unbearably itchy. Pain and pleasure intertwined, violence and desire overlapped, until I was exhausted and passed out.

When I was jolted awake by the cold water, the female spectators around me were gone. I knew they too would be performing their own acts of loyalty in this hellish place. The vicious interrogation and vulgar language echoed in my ears again. For my own noble ideals, for the brothers and sisters who had risked their lives with me, I bit my lip and remained silent. Although my breasts were already scarred, with deep marks on the fair and delicate nipples, and two pig bristle stumps still stuck in the delicate buds

, I was hung up, this time horizontally. The rope was tied to my thumb and big toe, and the two bloody pig bristles were pulled out from the indentation between my nipples, replaced by two sharp steel needles.

The steel needles pierced along the base of the areola, and a villain lit a candle and placed it on the exposed part of the steel needle. The heat seeped through the needle and baked the glands covered with nerve endings.

I knew my once-proud breasts had been ravaged beyond recognition. Though they had been so beautiful, so alluring, so delicate, now they were the source of my agony. I stubbornly clung to my last shred of willpower, though I didn't know how much longer I could endure. The candle finally burned out, but my suffering was far from over. Weights tied to strings were hung from the nipples that had once made me so proud. They called this "hanging bombs." My breasts were stretched little by little by the weights, the nipples forming inverted umbrella shapes. And that wasn't enough; they would shake the two weights from time to time. Women who haven't experienced this torture firsthand can hardly imagine its power, especially the damage it inflicts on your soul. With screams, I used up my last bit of strength, and finally, that feeling of impending death appeared. I longed for that moment like a child waiting for Santa Claus, because only then could I temporarily escape the torment of pain.

I truly couldn't understand how a woman as beautiful as Lin Xue could possess such unwavering willpower. We'd already gone through the most crucial part, yet she still hadn't uttered a single coherent confession. We'd been hanging her for over ten minutes, and those breathtakingly beautiful breasts were almost ripped off. I figured any further stalemate would be pointless. I knew I'd been defeated once again by this seemingly delicate woman. It seemed this was the only way to end things today; after all, there were still a few prey waiting to be conquered.

In the dark cell, I lay naked on the concrete floor, greedy eyes constantly scanning my body through the narrow iron bars. My torn clothes were so close, yet I lacked the courage to crawl over. Every tiny movement sent me reeling from the pain, and I couldn't bear the transition between consciousness and unconsciousness any longer! In this half-conscious state, I welcomed the second dawn of my imprisonment. The young man in the white coat finally arrived. Several guards followed, binding my body. A needle pierced my arm, and life-sustaining fluids were continuously infused into me.

I was truly frustrated. Shen Yangzhai had already secured Wang Jing, while I remained empty-handed. I began venting my anger on my other prey, who were clearly much easier to deal with than Lin Xue. They couldn't withstand the onslaught after just a few rounds, though most remained silent. However, this didn't affect the overall situation. As long as one of them opened up, it would be a major victory for us. After all, as they themselves said, these female Communist Party members were made of special material. It seemed that our original plan to conquer Lin Xue and possess her long-term was no longer feasible, and it was time to find another way.

At the same hour on the third day, those demons arrived precisely on time, and I was once again taken naked to that den of iniquity. This time, the enemy ignored my chest and immediately targeted my genitals. After what seemed like an eternity, when they withdrew their fingers from my vagina, which had been played with until my labia were wide open and dripping wet, the two who had previously used boar bristles to penetrate my clitoris tied thin hemp rope around my ankles, pulling it wide and securing it to hooks there. I held my breath, silently weeping. I knew they were about to torture my genitals.

Although they were now defiled by the devil, no longer as pure and innocent as they had been three days ago, and I was even ashamed to face my brother Qiang, the impending torture still made me beg them for mercy. Of course, it was futile, because I hadn't yet revealed the list and password they needed. Perhaps I wasn't strong enough, perhaps, as they said, I needed a complete overhaul. I didn't even understand why I was begging them for mercy.

Two plump labia majora were clamped in iron clips and then spread open to the maximum extent, revealing delicate mucous membranes covered with glistening silver threads—my handiwork. The glistening nectar was still slowly flowing out like a babbling brook!

My fingers teased her desire again. I knew her every sensitive spot intimately; I needed to hear her uncontrollable gasps, even if it was of no help to the interrogation. Her

vulva, just ravaged by him, was extremely sensitive. When the enemy viciously plunged a steel needle into my labia, the pain immediately made me scream shrilly. A woman should never fall into their hands; they had plenty of ways to break a woman's will. That beast held my head down, forcing me to watch them assault me. The sharp needle slid back and forth across my vulva before suddenly plunging in, ripping it off alive.

I wanted to die, but I couldn't. The demons were torturing my most vulnerable parts in various ways. My vulva was already a pale yellow from the candlelight, and my pubic hair was singed. They viciously plunged a needle into my clitoris!

I screamed, my voice no longer human, but this did nothing to move their hearts of stone. The candle that had just scorched my vulva, leaving it bubbly, was now burning the needle's tip, which was stuck in my clitoris. The flames devoured my vulva, and the intense heat quickly traveled from the needle to the most delicate part of my body.

That beautiful pearl trembled and groaned in pain. Lin Xue screamed and fainted. This time, the steadfast female prisoner was in a deep coma; several buckets of ice water couldn't revive her. I ordered the prison doctor to inject her with another full dose of cardiac stimulant and administer another large dose of aphrodisiac, because I firmly believed that no woman could endure such intense and prolonged pain continuously. Perhaps she had already collapsed. If I did it again, I could extract a continuous stream of information from that tightly closed mouth, like dominoes.

I ordered men to tightly bind Lin Xue's vulva with hemp rope, rubbing it back and forth repeatedly. Then, I rubbed large amounts of salt onto the open wound, sprinkled it with powdered Sichuan red chili peppers, and personally used a wire rod to penetrate and drain her urethra. Finally, I even connected a power source to the wire rod—but in the end, I returned disappointed. I knew I could no longer conquer this woman I most wanted to conquer, and of course, I couldn't let her go. So, with mixed feelings, I reported to headquarters and decided to execute her.

On the evening of the fourth day, the enemy did not take me to that familiar path as usual. I had a premonition that my days were numbered. What comforted me was that they had not betrayed my beliefs, even though even the unavoidable act of excretion had brought me back to the brink of death. Death no longer terrified me. Although life is only given to each person once, it was nothing compared to the horrific tortures that terrified every woman, such as pouring chili water into the vagina, curing the uterus, pouring water into the bladder, inserting iron bars into the urethra, and rubbing knotted hemp ropes against the vulva. What's more, there were the inhumanly cruel tortures of inserting red-hot iron rods into a woman's vagina to brand her, and using sticks with iron needles embedded in the tip to thrust into her vagina!

On the eve of my execution, I lay in the cold, damp death cell, my body covered in wounds. Many happy scenes flashed through my mind. I thought of Yan'an, the cave dwelling I lived in, my first love, my first time, and the solemn scene under the Party flag—the chaotic footsteps interrupted my reverie. The executioners burst in, viciously stripping me of the clothes that, for the first time since my torture, could cover my breasts and genitals, and began their final act of torture—to verify my identity.

My genitals were pried open again and again, fingers were repeatedly inserted, and the next morning, I was led naked by my breasts to the execution ground, a spy behind me constantly pinching my buttocks. The slow slicing began; the executioner started cutting, slice by slice. Whether my eyes were playing tricks on me or I was numb from the pain, in the morning sun, I actually saw Commander Ye Ting waving at me, saying kindly, "Little Linzi, the revolution is about to succeed; dawn is approaching." I knew the victory of the revolution was imminent; dawn was breaking! I mustered the last of my strength and shouted, "Long live the Communist Party of China! Long live the People's Liberation Army!" The echoes reverberated through the Gele Mountain for a long time. Finally, it was over, and I lowered my head—

[The End]

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