[Days in the Golden Triangle] By Shi Yan

Days in the Golden Triangle

Author: Shi Yan
Word Count: 8606

Annie and I arrived in the Golden Triangle ten days ago. After several days of travel,
it took us three days to reach the camp of the notorious drug lord Kunlong. However, the moment we saw Kunlong, we knew we were in deep trouble.

Kunlong was an internationally renowned drug lord, and Interpol had been trying to capture him. He had
numerous informants, was well-informed, and was cunning, rarely venturing out. He commanded tens of thousands of well-equipped drug troops. Small-scale
operations were repeatedly disastrous due to being outnumbered, while large-scale military operations were always futile due to inaccurate
intelligence and a lack of secrecy.

Therefore, Interpol began its "heart-digging" tactic, sending undercover agents to Kunlong's side, intending to
obtain his exact whereabouts and then use a small-scale special forces air raid to achieve their goal. However,
for some unknown reason, the agents disappeared without a trace after being sent out; it's likely they were discovered and killed by Kunlong.

Finally, one day, the American police found evidence of drug trafficking by a major drug dealer named Anderson. Anderson had been
using Kunlong as his main source of drugs. The American police reached an agreement with him: he would arrange for two
officers to approach Kunlong, and in return, the police would not prosecute him for past drug trafficking cases. Thus, Annie and I became
Anderson's accomplices sent to the Golden Triangle to pick up the drugs.

Although we weren't entirely sure how much of the truth Anderson had told us, he seemed to have no reason to lie to us,
considering .

Entering the Golden Triangle took several days, but this was a sign of Kunlong's caution, and according to
Anderson's prior instructions, it had gone quite smoothly. When we woke up early, had finished washing up, and our guide told us
that Kunlong wanted to see us, we were secretly delighted, finally able to meet the
drug lord the police had been looking for. We didn't expect things to happen so quickly. As soon as

we stepped out of the house, several men in military uniforms approached from both sides and handcuffed Annie and me together.
According to Anderson, this was the first time anyone met Kunlong, and we didn't think much of it. Then
a woman in her early twenties began searching us. She searched very thoroughly, touching every part of our bodies.
Although she was also a woman, I still felt a little uncomfortable being touched in those places in front of so many men. Of course, we wouldn't risk carrying any weapons; what use

would a few machine guns be amidst a pack of wolves ? 　　Our eyes were blindfolded, and we got into a military jeep. The vehicle drove around in a winding, circuitous way for a long time, but I kept wanting to laugh because I had received special training and could judge the route by the sound of the engine and my sense of direction. Although the drive took more than half an hour, I judged that the final destination wasn't far from where we were staying, perhaps only a wall away. 　　We were helped out of the vehicle, up some steps, and then through a winding corridor that was at least twenty meters long before stopping . Someone removed our blindfolds. After our eyes adjusted to the light, we found ourselves in a circular hall. I knew this must be in that church- . "Hmph, you think you can fool us with those tricks!" 　　The room was empty except for the four drug soldiers standing behind us. Then, a very handsome man in his forties appeared before us. 　　"Welcome, welcome to our two Interpol ladies!" He smiled so brightly, not at all like a ruthless killer, but his words were more shocking than a demon's howl. 　　"What did you say? Who's the police?" We thought, this must be reconnaissance. 　　"No need to hide it, you are members of a special department of Interpol. Your name is Catherine Zhang, and her name is Anne Quan. You've both received rigorous training, and you're here specifically to find out about me, right?" 　　"What are you talking about? We don't understand. Our boss, Anderson, sent us to pick up a shipment. What does that have to do with Interpol ?" 　　"Heh heh heh, you think I'm a fool? Don't think you can fool me by using Anderson. My informants are all over the world. What kind of information can't we get?" 　　"Let's look at your files: Catherine Zhang, female, 24 years old, 165 cm tall, Chinese American, U.S. citizen, Constable 2, has participated in numerous drug busts and has received two Distinguished Service Medals ; Anne Quan, female, 26 years old, 167 cm tall, Korean American, U.S. citizen, Constable 2, has participated in numerous drug busts and has received two Distinguished Service Medals. What do you think? Look at these photos. Don't tell me you're not as pretty as the girls in the pictures." 　　What could we say? A quick glance at the photos on those two forms was enough. We were unarmed, handcuffed , and facing a dozen armed bodyguards emerging from the surrounding rooms, the only thing we could do was not resist. 　　Kunlong treated us to a lavish meal, a feast I'd never dared to dream of, filled with exotic delicacies I couldn't even name. It might have cost a thousand or two dollars in a restaurant, but needless to say, I had no idea what it tasted like, as I was preoccupied with the practicalities of life and death. He was very talkative, rambling on and on all night, then ordered his men to "treat us well." We knew he wasn't that kind; perhaps that "treat us well" was some kind of terrible torture. 　　They kept us handcuffed together the whole way. First, they took us to an empty room of over forty square meters. They unlocked one of Annie's handcuffs, handcuffed both of mine behind my back against the wall, and then four men pointed guns at Annie, making her stand against the other wall and order her to strip naked. We knew they were doing this to prevent us from carrying any signal devices or anything like that, so despite Annie's shyness, she blushed and did as they said. Then they put the other handcuff on her. 　　These handcuffs were specially made; they didn't require a key, but rather three countersunk screws . For us trained individuals, opening the handcuffs wasn't difficult, but dealing with a single specialized screw was a challenge. The handcuffs were plated with bright chrome, clearly not made for a temporary need. This alone showed that these people had put considerable thought into preventing prisoners from escaping and resisting. And we...

She certainly wasn't the first policeman they caught.

After handcuffing her, they surrounded her, scanning her entire body with a device, even
inserting it between her legs to examine her genitals. Finding nothing, they pulled her aside
and began ordering me to undress. Annie and I were both trained; we knew when to resist and when
to endure. It was the first time I'd exposed my most intimate parts to a man, and my heart was
pounding.

Men aren't usually so docile around a naked woman .
As the device scanned my body, it would intentionally or unintentionally pause or lightly touch my most sensitive areas.
My body is very sensitive; each touch made my muscles twitch, and I was so tense I could
hardly breathe. Thankfully, it all ended in the end; they didn't proceed further.

Once everything was ready, they led us, naked, through a long corridor, took
the elevator to the sixth floor, and then through another long passageway to the very back. They opened two doors facing each other, leading
us into separate rooms.

The rooms were large and spacious, newly furnished with carpets, but without windows or furniture,
only a large Simmons bed and a bathroom.

They led me in, pointing to the bed and saying, "There are shoes and clothes over there. The bathroom has towels and
toiletries , all your favorite brands. There's hot water 24 hours a day. You can eat and drink whenever you want;
just press the bell, and the kitchen will prepare it for you. We hope you're satisfied with our hospitality."

After they left, they locked the door. I could tell that the seemingly wooden door was actually metal inside,
impossible to break open.

I wasn't in a hurry to do anything else; I needed to get a feel for my surroundings first. I looked up and
saw a small surveillance camera in each of the four corners of the roof. I knew they were watching me 24/7 through those cameras.
Then I walked to the door, which had a small square window about the size of a palm. I looked through it and saw Annie
looking at me from the other side.

Neither of us spoke, because no sound in the room would escape the listening devices. We just exchanged
a glance, and from that glance, we both knew that we didn't seem to have a good way out of this predicament for the time being.
Then I left the room and went into the bathroom. The interior was very luxurious, but also very simple, with nothing
superfluous that could be used. And, without a doubt, there were surveillance cameras there too, because they didn't
need to hide them; they were right there, easily visible.

I walked to the huge dressing mirror and looked at myself in it. To be honest, I've
seen plenty of other women's bodies in the bathroom in my life, but this was the first time I'd seen my own naked body reflected in a mirror.

I never imagined I was so beautiful, no less so than those models in magazines. But the thought that
someone had been watching my naked body on a monitor for so long, especially the idea that the mirror might be
one-way glass and there might be a hidden camera shooting upwards from behind, made my face flush red
. I quickly turned away.

The shelf above the sink was filled with various skincare products. I went over to look, and the selection was complete—
they were all the brands I used, though they were all in plastic tubes. I wondered how they got such detailed
information. Inside the bathroom was a large bathtub, with towels and bath towels neatly draped on an
electroplated . Oh well, never mind that, let's take a shower and get dressed first.

I found some bath bubbles in a small niche inside the bathtub, poured them in, filled the tub, and soaked
myself . I'd only ever seen this kind of enjoyment in movies before; it was really comfortable. However,
that wasn't my real purpose. We both carried miniature communicators hidden in our bras, but we were too afraid of being spied on to turn them on.
They've taken them now, but they never imagined that before this trip,
Ms. Jian from the equipment department introduced us to an even smaller, more discreet communicator.

It looked like a coat button, made of soft plastic, with a battery and chip inside. It was inserted at
the bottom of the vagina and held in place by its elasticity, like a cervical cap used for contraception, except it had a hole in the middle so it wouldn't
obstruct menstrual flow. I was still a virgin and didn't want to wear it, but after Ms. Jian's persuasion, I finally
agreed to wear it. For this, I painfully broke my hymen, which had protected me for over twenty years, and unexpectedly, it actually came in handy
today .

I hid myself in the foam, first slowly splashing water on my shoulders and arms, enjoying
the caress of the foam, then gradually washing my body downwards. While doing so, I moved my hand down and used my fingers to probe deep inside my body to find
the device, then took it out. It wasn't afraid of water, so it could be operated directly underwater. I fumbled for the micro
key, encoded the intelligence in Morse code, and then pressed the transmit button to send the encrypted message out.

Before tucking it back into the bottom of my vagina, I set a timer. It would automatically turn on every hour
, each time lasting only a few tens of milliseconds. Except for receivers already locked to the frequency, it would be difficult for listening equipment
to detect it. This was done to prevent buildings from shielding the signal; with a timed transmission, I could
send the intelligence out when I had the chance to be outdoors.

I knew that given our situation, unless someone came to our rescue, we couldn't escape. But
even if they killed us, our bodies would be buried outside, giving headquarters a chance to receive the intelligence.

Perhaps Annie was doing the same thing as me at this moment?

Having finished my business, now it was just a matter of waiting. Maybe death awaited us, maybe rescue.
Who knew? But in any case, I couldn't give up hope. I carefully washed myself, wrapped a towel around myself,
and slowly walked back to my room while drying my wet hair. Only then did I take a closer look at
the clothes .

On the floor lay a pair of white, high-heeled leather sandals, French-made, with very thin, beautiful straps. I tried them on;
although the thin heels, usually reserved for parties or performances, were extremely high, they
fit perfectly and were very comfortable. However, I didn't want to wear them in the room, so I tossed them aside,
remaining barefoot on the carpet, and reached for the white long dress.

The dress was made of very thin silk, with excellent texture and workmanship. The style was somewhat like a
Chinese cheongsam, but with only one side slit and no front opening; it was a tube skirt worn from the feet up
. The upper part of the skirt had a sloping front that cut diagonally from the lower back to the neck,
held together by a thin strap at the back of the neck. They didn't provide me with underwear, but having already
seen everything, I was no longer afraid.

I put the dress on and went back to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I looked at myself. The dress looked
beautiful . Turning around, I looked at my bare back; the soft fabric draped slightly at my lower back,
perfectly exposing a section of my buttocks, the cleft of my buttocks appearing and disappearing. I had never realized I
could be so sexy.

Unfortunately, I knew that dressing us up like this might not be a good thing. If someone were
to find , we certainly wouldn't be wearing any clothes, and they would
find male filth in our private parts.

I spent several days in this luxurious cell. Every day they would come to clean my room, change
my toiletries good food and drink, treating me like a princess. I really couldn't guess
what they were up to.

One morning, I had just finished washing up and came out of the bathroom when I heard footsteps in the hallway.
Peeking through the small hole in the door, I saw seven or eight of Kunlong's bodyguards, whom I had seen the other day. They didn't look at me but opened Annie's
door: "Miss Annie, our boss invites you."

The one I was waiting for had finally arrived. Annie came out, and I saw that she was wearing the same long dress as me,
only light blue, and the same style of high heels as the ones I had been given. She glanced at me,
but didn't say anything, nor did she need to, because we both knew that this time it probably wouldn't be a banquet.

Annie never returned, and I spent the whole day lost in thought. At dinner, they brought me a
light green dress. I was already annoyed by what I was thinking about, so I took a shower, changed into the new dress, and went to bed in a daze.

The next morning, they opened the door and told me to put on my high heels and come with them. I knew it was my turn.
What had they done to Annie? I didn't know! What would they do to me? I didn't know either! Anyway, nothing good would come of it;
at least I wouldn't be going back to this beautiful cell.

I went to the third floor and entered a large room, the same one I'd been in during the strip search that day. Kunlong was sitting behind a
desk , smoking a cigar. Seeing me arrive, he smiled warmly. "You're beautiful, you're both
beautiful. I hope your beauty lasts forever."

"How is she?"

"Oh, you'll see her, but you'll have to make a choice. The first choice is to tell me
the details of your Interpol organization—the personnel, the future plans—and then you can continue living, and you
'll live like a princess. How about it?"

"What if I don't?"

"Oh, that wouldn't be good. You shouldn't be like Anne; she was too disobedient."

"What exactly did you do to her?"

"Nothing's wrong, she's fine. You'll see." He pressed a bell, and the door closest to me
opened . I turned my head and saw Annie lying on her back, tied to a rack, her arms outstretched, her legs bent and pointing towards
the air. Her dress was gone, and she was still wearing her high-heeled sandals. A burly man,
also naked, stood facing her in front of the rack, his hands gripping her two bowl-shaped breasts, his buttocks
thrusting vigorously into her.

Her body jerked with each thrust, her snow-white buttocks slapping loudly against his thighs.
Her face was turned to the side, facing me. She looked at me without fear, without shame, without any
expression, as if she were thinking about something.

No one present spoke, only the strange sounds the man made while raping Annie, until
he growled and ejaculated inside her. He had just finished when another man appeared in front of her. He
filled a large glass syringe with water and rinsed her vagina inside and out, then started playing with her
body. After about ten minutes, he did the same to her as the first man, and then a third
man appeared…

“How was it? She enjoyed it, right?” Kunlong said.

In America, it’s normal for adults to watch pornography, and it’s legal, so Annie and I
had both watched it, but I had never actually done it myself. However, this was the first time I had seen such a real scene.
Although I felt ashamed, I was still stimulated by the sounds and clenched my legs.

“I originally wanted to spare your lives, but she didn’t know what was good for her. I had no choice but to let him serve
my brothers well first, and then kill her. If you also refuse to cooperate, the result will be the same. So, what do
you say ?”

“No!” I said through gritted teeth, my face flushed, and my body began to tremble slightly.

“Alright then,”

he smirked, and the bodyguard next to him came over, unlocked one of my handcuffs, and then pulled my hands behind
my back re-cuffed them. Kun came over, grabbed my arm, and pulled me towards
another .

I didn't resist, because it wouldn't end well; it would only make them kill us sooner. In
the current situation, all we could do was wait. There was only a large bed in that room. He pushed me to the edge of the bed,
facing it, and then stood behind me, stroking my bare back. I felt my body tremble uncontrollably.

He touched me carefully and gently. When he reached down, he slipped his hands under my
skirt from my sides, wrapped them around my waist, and slowly stroked my stomach. Then he pulled up my handcuffed hands and
reached under my skirt from behind, starting to touch my buttocks. He first stroked them extensively, then
grabbed them roughly. I heard his breathing become heavy. Next, he untied the belt around my neck from behind, letting my
unrestrained skirt slide down my body to the floor.

He hugged me from behind, his left arm wrapped around my chest, pressing my left breast with his forearm, while his hand covered
my right breast, his fingers pinching and kneading my nipple slowly. Although I had never experienced anything like this before, I...
I still felt somewhat out of control, especially when his right hand slid down my abdomen towards my genitals;
I felt wet down there.

He took off his clothes, turned me around, pulled me into his arms, and squeezed
my buttocks from behind with both hands, then pressed me down onto the bed. He was so heavy, it was hard for me to breathe;
for someone like me who was trained, he shouldn't be that heavy.

Something hard was under him, slowly pushing in between my legs. I knew I couldn't resist, so I
didn't try to stop him. Then he spread my legs apart, and at the same time, he inserted himself
between , and then that thing pushed into my labia, pressing tightly against my vaginal opening.

"I'm going to fuck you now!" Seeing that I didn't react, thinking I didn't understand, he added in English
, "I'll fuck you now!" Then I felt that thick
thing thrust in, and then he started moving.

He was so big, and it was my first time, so it hurt a little, but the pain subsided quickly because the stimulation
was unbearable, and it became very lubricated inside. I knew a policewoman shouldn't get excited
while , but he was too powerful, and I couldn't take it. I couldn't control my nerves, and with
each thrust, my body involuntarily convulsed.

Then, he suddenly became more forceful and faster, and his thing became thicker and harder. It felt like I was being stabbed wildly with a
leather- iron rod. Then, he suddenly pressed firmly against my genitals and didn't move. Almost simultaneously, I felt
his thing jump up and down, and with each jump, gusts of hot fluid rushed into the bottom of my vagina
.

I knew what it was. Could I get pregnant? The thought suddenly made me worried: with my vagina so
slippery, would the communicator fall out? Didn't he notice there was something inside me? It wasn't until he went out and
called some bodyguards to drag me into that room and tie me to another rape rack that I felt relieved
that no one had discovered my communicator. Actually, this worry was unnecessary. If that thing were going to fall out,
it would have been discovered when Annie was raped, wouldn't it?

Annie and I were together again, but now we were gang-raped together. They first took many photos of my exposed genitals from behind
before they started gang-raping me. The bodyguards took turns coming over like a revolving lantern,
first using a syringe to fill warm water to wash my genitals, then playing with me with their hands, and finally penetrating me. By
nightfall , I felt completely numb down there, not knowing whether it was pain or some kind of peculiar pleasure.

The next morning, the bodyguards carried Annie away, frame and all, leaving me alone in the room. That day,
many men still gang-raped me, but no longer bodyguards, but the same drug
soldiers . They were much simpler than the bodyguards. At first, they would wash me and play with me with their hands,
but later, finding it troublesome, they simply skipped all that and just penetrated me until I ejaculated.

I don't know how many men raped me that day, but I felt it was
almost as many clients as a prostitute would have in her entire life. I knew that after Anne was taken away, she would either be killed or tortured. I would rather
be killed than suffer any more pain before I died.

On the third day, when they came to carry me away, I realized I had collapsed. They carried me out of the house to a
large room where there was a small cart. They put me, frame and all, on the cart and pushed me through
the corridor to the elevator.

I saw the elevator go to the first floor, and then I was pushed away from the building, which was indeed
the building I had guessed. The place they took me to was about 1,500 meters away from the building, at
the foot of a small hill. As soon as I got there, the hair on my body stood on end.

I saw Anne, a three-centimeter-thick, pointed metal rod standing upright in the ground. Anne was facing away from the hill,
stuck in it. The metal rod had obviously gone through her vagina but came out of her mouth. Her
hands were still tied together, tied upwards to the top of the metal rod, making her legs limp and bent at will,
neither kneeling nor standing, half-hanging there.

There was a small pool of blood and a pile of human excrement on the ground beneath the metal rod. I knew it was her feces
because even though I wasn't yet impaled there, my anus was already contracting violently in terror, and at the same time, my throat
tightened, and I vomited.

Hearing my voice, Anne's eyes turned towards me. She was still alive; what a
horrific method of murder!

"Miss Catherine, so, have you thought it through? You don't want to be impaled like her, do you? Then
tell me quickly."

I was terrified, but I couldn't betray my oath as an Interpol agent. I resolutely shook my
head, and at the same time, I uncontrollably lost control of my bladder. After they cleaned my genitals with cold water, my
fear had lessened somewhat. Perhaps the fear was most intense in the moment of making the life-or-death decision, but once
the decision was made, it became lighter.

"Well then! I can only say, I'm sorry. I actually really wanted to take you as my concubine, you're so
beautiful, what a pity, what a pity!" He shook his head, then retreated to a distance of seven or eight meters from me. With a wave of his hand,
two bodyguards produced an identical metal rod from who-knows-where. Judging from their relaxed demeanor, I judged
that the thing was actually made of steel pipe, not solid.

They came behind me. I was tied up on my back, unable to lift my head to look at my private parts,
but when someone's hand touched my labia majora, the muscles between my legs involuntarily
contracted . I felt that cold thing pressing against my vulva, my body involuntarily contracted,
and my buttocks lifted slightly off the shelf, but I couldn't get rid of it. It still forced its way in, just like when men raped me
. The cold stimulation combined with fear caused my vagina to contract violently, and I felt
waves of spasmodic pain in my vulva.

"Annie!" For some reason, I called out to her, but her mouth was covered, so she couldn't answer. And
now, she wasn't even moving her eyes. I knew Annie had already gone first, and I was next. I
felt that thing forcefully pushing in, all the way to behind my navel, stretching my vagina very long and painfully.
I wanted to groan, but I held back, clenching my teeth and holding my breath to resist the pain.

I finally felt my vagina being pierced. The iron rod slowly pierced through section after section of my intestines, finally reaching
below . I forcefully lifted my face, using my head to brace against the support frame and raise my back off the shelf, awaiting the final
impact of the iron rod. Sure enough, the iron rod pierced through my diaphragm and headed towards my heart…

…

Thank God, I didn't die. The iron rod grazed my heart and passed through, just before
reaching my neck, when a small commando team arrived. They had come yesterday
after receiving intelligence from Annie's vagina and had just saved me. Of course, because the commando team acted quickly, Kunlong didn't escape.

The commandos were professionally trained and knew that the only way to avoid massive bleeding in my condition was to keep
the foreign object inside my body. So, to save my life, they had to
move the frame along with the frame onto a helicopter that came to pick me up. Although I was still shamefully exposed in front of a group of men, I
knew my life was saved.

[The End]

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