Bloody Abuse 5

Chapter 5

When Dr. J entered the Wolfsburg dungeon again, the thugs had already dragged Wenqing from her cell, stripped her naked, and were ready.

The binding method they were using today was one Dr. J had invented specifically for women. The naked girl was leaning against a pillar, her arms wrapped around it with her wrists bound behind her back. Her body was suspended by three ropes: one tied to her wrists, another to her long hair, and two more ropes, one above the other, were tied behind her back and then connected to the third rope. All three ropes tightened simultaneously, forcing the girl to crane her neck and stand on tiptoe, barely able to touch the ground with her toes. Her ankles were also bound, and a rope wrapped around the pillar and tied to her other ankle, thus restraining her feet and leaving her no room to move.

Wenqing let out a low groan; this vicious method of binding and suspending her was causing her unbearable pain. Her weight slammed into the three ropes suspending her, her scalp throbbing painfully, her arms, twisted and dangling, aching unbearably, the ropes digging deep into her skin.

Dr. J grinned savagely as he approached Wenqing. The girl twisted and struggled in humiliation, though she had little left to fight back… This was exactly what the thugs wanted. Anyone stripped naked before their interrogators would have their psychological resistance weakened, let alone a delicate young girl being hung naked in such a agonizing way before a group of ravenous thugs.

Dr. J casually lifted Wenqing's chin: "Will you tell me, Miss? What's the password?"

Wenqing bit her lip, remaining silent, only the defiant look in her beautiful eyes clearly indicating her answer.

Dr. J grinned savagely, his eyes fixed on the girl's firm breasts, and suddenly reached out, grabbing at her full, soft breasts.

"Ha...ha..."

The girl initially tried her best to hold back her cries, but eventually she couldn't help herself and let out a series of screams. Her breasts were the most delicate and sensitive part of her body; how could she endure such torment? The girl struggled desperately, tears of humiliation streaming down her face.

After a series of vicious scratches and pinches, Dr. J finally released her, laughing, "How was it, Miss? This was just a warm-up; the real fun hasn't even started yet."

Wenqing gasped for breath, remaining silent.

Dr. J waved to the henchman, "Bring two cosmetic ropes."

A henchman understood and handed over the so-called cosmetic ropes—two thin hemp ropes. Dr. J picked up one of the ropes and tightly bound it around the girl's breasts several times, making them stand erect. Then, Dr. J did the same, binding the girl's other breast in the same way.

Because the hemp rope was tied very tightly, the girl's breasts quickly turned a deep purplish-red from congestion, swollen like a ball, standing out even more against the girl's fair and smooth skin.

The breasts are one of the most sensitive and delicate parts of a woman's body. According to the Wolfsburg Torture Guide, special attention should be paid to the breasts when torturing female prisoners. Torturing a female prisoner's breasts is both highly erotic and effective in interrogation, thus it is favored by Wolfsburg thugs and is often used to torture unfortunate girls.

At this moment, another thug brought over a steel tray with dozens of thin steel needles of varying lengths on a sponge inside. Dr. J picked out a needle about 40 centimeters long, held it in his hand, and teasingly ran the tip across the girl's breasts. The girl trembled all over, not from pain, but from fear. "

Still not going to speak?"

Dr. J's face maintained that elegant, yet sinister smile. Wenqing remained silent, only her violently heaving body betraying her extreme fear.

Dr. J still grinned maliciously: "To ruin such a beautiful pair of breasts, even someone as hard-hearted as me couldn't bring myself to do it. You forced me to do it."

Then, Dr. J grabbed the girl's breast with one hand, raised the steel needle with the other, and thrust it horizontally into the girl's breast from above.

The

moment the needle pierced through, the girl let out a piercing scream, her whole body trembling. Dr. J deliberately thrust slowly, using two fingers to gently push the needle in. The pain was greatest when the needle pierced through; pushing it in slowly prolonged this excruciating agony.

The girl's breasts, already engorged with blood due to the hemp rope binding them, slowly oozed crimson blood from where the needle pierced, flowing down the surface of the breasts, forming a beautiful red line on the girl's white skin.

Several seconds passed before the needle finally emerged from below. As the needle tip appeared, another thin line of blood began to extend downwards.

*Heh...heh...*

Wenqing struggled desperately, causing the pulley hanging from the pillar to rattle and clang.

Dr.

J maliciously flicked the steel needle piercing the girl's ceiling with his finger, the gleaming silver needle trembling on the ceiling.

*Ugh...ooh...*

Wenqing's body convulsed in pain with the trembling of the needle, her face contorted, but there was no sign of submission in the girl's stubborn eyes. "

You little slut, it seems you're determined to make things difficult for me. Today I'll play with you properly."

Dr. J snorted, pointing with his thumb to the plate held by the thug: "Here's a full plate for you to enjoy."

Seeing the gleaming steel needle standing upright on the plate, Wenqing was utterly desperate. Humiliated tears streamed down her face, but she still bit her lip, remaining silent. *Heh...heh...*

The girl struggled violently, her shrill screams unbearable to hear. Soon, four long steel needles were thrust into her left side from different angles. Blood streamed down the girl's petite and charming face. But apart from painful screams and groans, Wenqing remained silent.

Dr. J then pulled out a slightly shorter steel needle from the plate, smiling as he poked at the girl's bud-like head with the needle tip. The girl's body trembled again, and she tried to shrink back in fear, even though she had virtually no room to move. →Wenqing had no books, no house← Thinking about what Dr. J was going to do next, Wenqing's heart was filled with despair: God, why must I suffer like this?

Dr. J slowly thrust the needle into the girl's head.

Oh!

The girl's screams had turned into pig-like howls.

A woman's head is densely packed with neurons, extremely sensitive and vulnerable, and therefore often receives more care from the thugs during torture. The pain of a steel needle piercing the head is even greater than that of a needle piercing the breast. In Wolfsburg, the thugs called needle pricks "using four ounces to move a thousand pounds," referring to the incredible effect of this torture method. Even the strongest woman couldn't withstand the continuous torture.

The beastly

girl screamed: "What kind of skill is it to torture a woman?

Heh heh,

Dr. J grinned maliciously: 'Torture a woman is a very skilled art. No matter how stubborn you are, I have ways to make you talk. Will you talk or not, or

will you kill me?'"

The girl cried out, "I'd rather die than tell

! Killing you would be too easy! I'll make you suffer a fate worse than death! Let's see if your mouth is tighter or my skills are stronger!

" As she spoke, Dr. J plunged another steel needle into the girl's head.

The girl's head remained erect, clearly not from excitement, but from excruciating pain. Wenqing's head was petite; after two needles, there was nowhere left to insert a third. The originally purplish-red tips were now bright red from the seeping blood.

The girl's body trembled violently, struggling. Her face was flushed red, and due to the extreme pain and constant struggle, a fine layer of sweat beaded on her forehead, constantly rolling down her cheeks.

Wenqing was being tortured to the point of near death by this inhumane torture. She felt she couldn't take it anymore. A voice in her head said, "Confess! I can't take it anymore! If they stab me one more time, I'll confess!"

Another voice kept reminding her, "Hold on, hold on! You must hold on! Just a few more days and you'll be free!"

Dr. J began slowly inserting needles into her right breast again. When two steel needles were inserted into her upper right breast, Wenqing finally succumbed to the torture and fainted, temporarily escaping the pain. Her hair was still suspended by ropes, but her eyelids drooped, and her once beautiful face remained contorted with agony.

Dr. J waved to the thugs, one of whom brought a bucket of cold water and poured it over the suspended girl.

"Ah..."

The girl, awakened by the cold water, involuntarily groaned. As consciousness returned, the pain and torment returned. "

Are you going to talk or not?"

Dr. J grabbed Wenqing's cheek, almost roaring. "

You beasts! One day our people will avenge me!"

Wenqing's eyes widened as she screamed angrily. The girl's once alluring eyes now only shone with the fire of hatred.

The girl's angry curses further fueled the thugs' urge to inflict further pain. For these seasoned sadists, ordinary acts of cruelty no longer satisfy them, and subjects who easily submit become dull and uninteresting. A degree of resistance, on the contrary, ignites their desire to conquer, unleashing a torrent of unbridled sadistic passion.

Dr. J continued slowly and methodically piercing Wenqing's right breast with steel needles. Soon, six steel needles were also inserted into the girl's right breast—four in the breast, two standing erect.

The girl's screams echoed through the torture chamber, a heart-wrenching sound that was almost unbelievable coming from a young girl's throat. But apart from the screams and curses, Wenqing remained silent.

People generally believe that women, especially young girls, are weak and delicate. However, women actually possess far greater selflessness and endurance than men. When they decide to sacrifice for something or someone, they often display a tenacity and steadfastness disproportionate to their frail bodies. In such situations, they can bravely endure pain and torment that most people would find unbearable, like martyrs.

Dr. J lit a cigar and put it in his mouth. Then, with a few quick movements, he pulled all the steel needles embedded in the girl's breast and head.

A

loud scream ripped through Wenqing's body as Dr. J's hands moved.

As soon as the needles were removed, blood gushed from the girl's breast, flowing down her breast, body, and legs, finally pooling on the concrete floor beneath her feet. Wenqing's voice was hoarse; her earlier screams had turned into a hoarse wail.

Dr. J snorted and poked the cigarette butt in his hand at the wound on the girl's breast.

"Ahhh!"

the girl screamed again.

Dr. J pressed the cigarette butt against the girl's blood-stained breast and slowly rubbed it. Once the skin in one spot was burned to the effect he wanted, he moved on to another. With puffs of smoke rising, although the bleeding from the wound on her breast stopped, the girl's once alluring face was now covered in charred wounds, ravaged beyond recognition. The poor policewoman was tortured until she fainted again.

When Wen Qing slowly awoke again from the stimulation of cold water, she was still disoriented, and it took her a while to clearly see the figures moving before her. Dr. J's voice rang in her ears again: "Haven't you had enough yet? You haven't finished playing with the toys we prepared for you today."

Wenqing really wanted to spit in the faces of these beasts, but she no longer had the strength to do so. Her scalp felt like it was being torn off, and she was in excruciating pain. Her mouth was forced open as she gasped for breath.

Dr. J ordered the thugs: "Light the branding irons

!" Two thugs responded and placed a gas stove in front of Wenqing, lit it, and put several branding irons in the fire. Dr. J grinned viciously at the girl: "You have a few minutes to think before it gets red-hot. Think about what it will feel like to have a red-hot branding iron on your slippery skin."

Wenqing was already being tortured to the point of near death. Sweat poured down her forehead, and her flushed face was covered with tears. Watching the branding irons on the stove gradually turn dark red, and then redder and redder, the girl felt that she really couldn't take it anymore, and her body was trembling uncontrollably.

She bit her lower lip desperately, trying to control herself. Wenqing repeatedly told herself: Hold on, you must hold on. If you can get through this, maybe they'll stop today.

Finally, the branding iron turned red-hot. Dr. J pulled it out of the furnace, held it to the girl's nose, and asked: "Have you thought it through? Are you going to talk or not?" The

branding iron was only a centimeter from the girl's nose, the heat hitting her face so intensely that she could barely open her eyes. Although the girl was gripped by immense fear, she remained silent, only her trembling lips betraying her terror.

Dr. J seemed to shake his head regretfully, then reached out and pressed the red-hot iron against the girl's soft, white breast. With another hoarse scream, the torture chamber was immediately filled with the acrid smell of burning skin. The girl's once smooth, creamy skin sizzled and emitted plumes of smoke. The poor girl didn't even have the strength to struggle anymore; even under such inhuman torture, her body only convulsed instinctively.

*Agh...*

Dr. J used another red-hot branding iron, branding it onto the girl's tempting thigh. With another puff of smoke rising, the young policewoman struggled weakly one last time before fainting again.

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