[Observations on the "White Shoes Team"]

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I. Prologue

Shanwanzi Commune established a special labor reform team for women in distressed shoes, gathering all the women in distressed shoes from the commune there for
labor reform. This team had a rule: all women in distressed shoes undergoing labor reform had to wear white rubber shoes. Therefore, it was known as
the "White Shoe Team."

Wearing white canvas rubber-soled athletic shoes has become increasingly fashionable among young women in this mountainous area in recent years.
Initially, they were only available in the county town, but in the last two years, they have also been sold in the supply and marketing cooperatives in the mountain villages. And they often
sell out as soon as they arrive. Before 1960, it was the White Lisboa shoes. Later, White Lisboa shoes became less common. The shoes that were sold were now mostly white tennis shoes with emerald
green soles. The price had increased considerably. But they were undeniably bright, light, and playful. If
paired with white ribbons, white collars, and rolled-up white cuffs, they looked especially smart no matter what clothes they wore. Walking in
these shoes, you could see their toes swaying from afar. The conservative mountain people initially
disapproved , saying that only mourners wore white shoes in the past. Young women wearing white shoes reminded people of troublesome
young widows. The prevailing view that women wearing white shoes are all immoral and promiscuous inevitably breeds a
sense of moral decay and disgust. However, in rare films, like *Song of Youth*, Lin Daojing wears a pair of
white sneakers from her very first appearance. She wears them even after being arrested and imprisoned, and while working as a courier in the countryside.
Fan Lingzhi in *A Perfect Match*, a rural girl, also wears white sneakers. There's even a close-up shot of her washing her feet by the river
. And then there's *Wildfire and Spring Breeze*... In the novels *The City*, *The Red Detachment of Women*, and *
Chaoyang Ditch*, the characters Yinhuan, Qionghua, and Yinhuan all wore white rubber shoes. During the National Day parade and the National Games group exercises, thousands of
girls wore white shoes, all in unison. Who could say no? Therefore, if a female student in a rural middle school couldn't afford
a pair of white shoes, she would cry and refuse to go to school, and even the most traditional parents would find a way to buy them for her.

Then the Cultural Revolution came, and the destruction of the Four Olds caused a major headache for the mountain people. They were then
among those "defiled." There was no need to explain why; many communes had issued orders banning white shoes. Some women were
even sent to study sessions or special investigation teams simply for wearing white shoes, to be investigated for "lifestyle issues."
So no one dared to wear those shoes anymore. This labor camp's order for women with "defiled shoes" to wear them again was like
punishing demons and monsters with black tags—a kind of "revolutionary
innovation .

In early August, I went to this "white shoe team" to verify materials while investigating Wang Yongnian's lifestyle issues, and
stayed for a few days. Only then did I learn many inside stories about this team. The abuse and torture suffered by these female prisoners forced to wear white shoes
were truly horrifying. The following is a record of what I saw and heard, revealing a glimpse of the barbaric
atrocities .

II. On the afternoon of the first day,

this labor camp was located at Erdaowan, upstream of the Xiaosha River… The nearest natural village, Sandaowan, is more than 20 li (approximately 10 kilometers) away
by mountain road . It's a quiet river bend with clear water and lush mountains. The quarry, abandoned after the Great Leap Forward, was once converted into a commune's
specialized food production team. There were pig farms, chicken farms, vegetable gardens, and small fields. Now, the cave dwellings where the quarry team
used to live have been converted into living quarters for female labor camp inmates. The houses built behind the production team have become the labor camp's housing.
As soon as I arrived, I saw rows of white rubber shoes drying in front of the old cave dwellings, all washed
clean dazzling in the afternoon sun. So, the first thing I examined was these shoes. Upon
closer inspection, I found rubber shoes, tennis shoes, and even some imitation tennis shoes produced in the last two years. The cheaper youth shoes
ranged from brand new to very old. Some were worn so much that the piping at the top was frayed and the stitching was frayed;
the fabric at the heel or toe was worn and tattered, even with small holes. The rubber strips where the upper and sole met were coming unglued
in places . I examined several pairs; some had worn-through soles, exposing the charcoal-black inner lining. One pair even had a broken
outsole. Wearing such shoes to work in gravelly fields would inevitably cause sand to seep into the shoes, and the women's delicate
feet wouldn't withstand the abrasion. I counted thirty-four
pairs that afternoon—that was the total number of female prisoners.

Later I learned that each female prisoner was issued three pairs of white rubber shoes upon arrival. Every morning, when bathing in the river,
they had to wash a pair of white shoes and let them dry until dark. These many white shoes came from various sources: some were confiscated from households by the commune's special task force;
others were confiscated from the supply and marketing cooperative; still others were collected from the agricultural middle school's sports and arts teams; and some were even
collected from the recycling station. The total number was nearly two hundred pairs.

The idea of making worn-out shoes wear white rubber shoes came from the team leader, Wang Fusheng. He was originally a physical education teacher and arts team coach at the commune's agricultural middle school
. He came to the agricultural middle school after graduating from the county sports school. He
was quite frank about why the female prisoners had to wear white shoes: "They look good!"

This Wang Fusheng was notorious for his barbaric and brutal treatment of students at the agricultural middle school; he would
even slap, bend, and kick girls as young as fifteen or sixteen. However, because he had trained many outstanding athletes, some even selected for the provincial team, and their
performances had participated in regional competitions several times, he didn't take the beatings and scoldings of students too seriously.

Since the "rebellion," he had gained notoriety for his ruthlessness towards gangsters. His first major act of public humiliation involved
a struggle session against an education assistant in the commune. He forced the daughter of an assistant, who had been chosen as a teacher at a private primary school because she had slept with him,
to be publicly denounced. He even forced the man to strip naked in public, taking off one of the woman's shoes and placing it on his
genitals. This seductive shoe, probably still warm from her body, caused the man's penis to become erect
, trembling and grotesquely provoking him. From then on, he was utterly disgraced. He then forced the woman to slap herself in the face with
the shoe, utterly humiliated. He was utterly ashamed. This propelled him to
the head of . Later, during a struggle session against a commune secretary, he brought the secretary's mistress, a commune broadcaster nicknamed "Little White
Shoes," onto the stage to appear alongside him. Amidst the "outrage" of the crowd, he, under the guise of "following the will of the people,"
pulled down the pants of the adulterous couple, laid them side-by-side on the stage, and beat their buttocks until they bled. Then he
smeared the man's blood on the woman's face, and the woman's blood on the man's face, and strung them together through the streets for public humiliation.

For such a pervert to become the leader of this depraved labor camp was, of course, a coveted position catering to their desires.
After spending a few days with him, I soon discovered he also had a strong, perverse "shoe fetish." He forced female prisoners
to wear white shoes, not only during the day but also at night. He would personally beat these women, often using
the soles of their white rubber shoes as instruments of torture. When punishing or interrogating female prisoners, he would often
strip never remove their white rubber shoes. If a female prisoner managed to shake off her shoes during the struggle, he would
snatch them, examine them closely, and even smell them. I suspect that during his teenage years at the sports school,
he was initially drawn to the girls who ran and jumped around in white shoes all day. With his
stern face, he probably didn't attract many girls' attention, which likely led to this sexual perversion. He forced these young, mostly attractive women in the labor
camp to wear white shoes, simply to vent his perverse lust and
satisfy his evil desires.

The afternoon I arrived at the team, all the women had gone to the fields to hoe. Only Wang Fusheng and the deputy team leader,
Zhu Wu, were resting in their respective single rooms. I met up with Wang Fusheng in his room, and he then took me
to meet Zhu Wu. Both of their rooms had a female inmate as a full-time "waitress," a
privilege enjoyed by the team leader. Wang's was named Qin Hong, and Zhu's was Yang Xiuzhi, whom I was investigating. Of course, they were both
the prettiest women chosen, not only as servants but also at his beck and call. You could tell from the two
waitresses
. She wore a sky-blue short-sleeved jersey, blue athletic shorts with white stripes, white socks, and white tennis shoes—completely like a
female athlete. Yang Xiuzhi wore a long, glossy braid tied with a half-foot-long red ribbon, a
light red diagonally-fastened silk blouse, baggy black silk trousers, and barefoot in small, old straw sandals. She was
dressed like a village girl from the old days.

Zhu Wu, a retired soldier, worked as a mechanic and tractor driver at the commune's agricultural machinery factory. He was very
handsome and loved reading old novels and ballads. He enjoyed singing old operas and could play the erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument). Many of the old-fashioned torture instruments used in the labor camp to interrogate female prisoners
, such as finger-crushing pincers and leg clamps, were made by him. The first time I saw him that afternoon,
he was putting the finishing touches on his newly made "box bed." This is a torture device often mentioned in old novels
, used to punish notorious bandits in prisons. I didn't know what it
looked . It's a rectangular wooden box with four legs, in which a person lies supine, with only their head,
feet, and forearms protruding. A board is placed on top, secured with two rods.
When I went to his room, he was having Yang Xiuzhi lie inside for an "experiment." The girl's long braid dragged on the ground,
the board , and she was screaming pitifully, begging for mercy. When he finally let her down, I discovered that Zhu Wu had
ingeniously added a rod inside the box, one end against the side of the box at her feet, and the other end against her groin.
This became a form of torture specifically designed to torment a female prisoner's genitals; it must have been extremely painful over time. It seems this handsome
young man, deep down, is just as sadistic as Wang Fusheng.

That day, I explained that my purpose was to further investigate
the sexual relationships between Yang Xiuzhi and Ding Yanfang, who were in custody, and Wang Yongnian. Both team leaders expressed their full support and told me to rest that day. They
said they would review all the materials on the two women that the team had compiled the next day, and then formally examine them that evening. Before the female prisoners returned from
their work , Wang Fusheng first led me on a tour of the entire team.

At the foot of the cliff to the north, there was a row of old cave dwellings, each with new wooden fences nailed to the entrance, giving it the appearance of a prison.
Inside the cave dwellings straw bundles were used to make makeshift beds on the ground, which was where the female prisoners slept. Each cave dwelling housed six or seven
female prisoners, as could be seen from the number of wooden halves placed against the wall on the mats as pillows. The female prisoners
did not have any bedding at night. Moreover, to prevent escape at night, not only were the wooden fences locked all night, but they could only relieve themselves
in the wooden buckets by the door; before entering the cave at night, they had to take off all their clothes in the two cave dwellings that served as "changing rooms,"
leaving them only with a pair of red briefs and white rubber shoes for the night. They weren't allowed to put on clothes until breakfast the next morning. Therefore,
each female prisoner was subjected to near-complete naked humiliation from 8 PM to 6 AM. This was something I had never
encountered anywhere else. The female prisoners were usually brought out of the cellar at night for their trials,
so there was a folk song that all the female prisoners knew that began: "White shoes, red underwear, tattered shoes in court, tears in her eyes."
The psychological damage inflicted on the female prisoners by such torture was immeasurable.

A row of flat houses on the cliff and near the river formed a flat gravel plain,
the place where the female prisoners "pleaded guilty in the morning," "reported in the evening," and were publicly punished. In the center of the plain was a low, long bench, a
torture bench specifically for spanking. The bench was fitted with belts to bind the waist and legs, and underneath were handcuffs and several
worn-out white rubber shoes used for beatings. At the east end was a latrine made of planks, in front of which was a stone-built earthen platform, used for forced kneeling and
public humiliation in the "jet plane" position. Three wooden stakes stood along the edge of the platform, used to bind the waist and legs when forced to stand in shackles.
A more severe punishment was being hung from the two remaining large willow trees next to the latrine. Hanging in shackles, in particular,
was extremely difficult. Even more unbearable was "prisonment." This involved being locked in a solitary confinement
cell converted from the livestock shed at the west end, sitting on the ground with legs stretched out, wearing a 30-pound neck and hand shackle, with both feet confined in heavy leg irons
, and iron chains on the wrists threaded through the iron rings of the leg irons, preventing the body from lying down. The buttocks were particularly severely
beaten , making the sitting position truly unbearable.

In the row of buildings at the west end, the northernmost one was a warehouse. It stored the female prisoners' surplus clothing. Most
striking , emitting a peculiar, fishy odor. There were also many costumes from commune
drama troupes and peasant art troupes and sports teams, including colorful theatrical costumes and props. The guards often made
the female prisoners dress up and perform for their amusement. To the south was the "solitary confinement cell," where
Ding Yanfang She was supposedly locked up at noon for disobeying the guards. In my opinion, she was
the most beautiful of all the female prisoners. She looked a bit like Sun Mingxia from "Eternal Life in Flames." Only a bit thinner, with
particularly charming and captivating eyes and brows. She wore a light purple blouse, and the legs of her blue cloth trousers were rolled up to her knees, both
soaked with sweat. A pair of thick braids were tied with white plastic straps, dragging on either side of the shackles. A pair of delicate
little feet peeked out from between the leg guards, and the old white Hercules shoes on her feet displayed an indescribable graceful charm.
It reminded me of the scene in the movie where Sun Mingxia was tortured on the tiger bench. Wang Fusheng said she was one of the most unruly
female prisoners in the labor camp, and he wanted to take advantage of my visit to "teach her a lesson." I, however, felt a little hesitant to do anything to such a pretty
young woman .

The southernmost room was the original powder room; the outer room was large, and the three rooms were combined to form
the "main hall" for interrogating female prisoners. An inner room with a kang (heated brick bed) served as the labor camp office, and a filing cabinet was specifically for storing the female prisoners'
files. It was also where the female prisoners wrote their confessions.

The "main hall" left a deep impression on me the first time I entered. On the wall opposite the door were eight large black characters: "Confess and
receive receive severe punishment." Against the wall were various chilling instruments of torture. In the southeast corner was a large cement-painted
pool, mostly filled with water. Soaking in the water were cotton twigs and hemp ropes used for beatings. Beside the pool was a
hand pump well, next to which sat a bench and a manger, the place where female prisoners were subjected to the water-pumping torture. In the western
corner were two sets of torture racks: a "balance rack" with a wooden base and a single-bar "dragon gate rack." On the ground next to
the balance rack lay thick iron chains used for the "kneeling chain." In the northeast corner were two types of torture benches: one I recognized as
the "tiger bench," and another a low-backed armchair, which Wang Fusheng described as the "pleasure chair." Apparently, its
armrests were movable. The female prisoner, stripped naked, would sit on it, spreading her legs wide
, then using the armrests, leaving her legs spread wide and her vulva exposed. Her upper body would lean back against the backrest, her arms
tied behind her back to the crossbar at the back of the chair, leaving her breasts raised high. In this position,
it was easy to inflict various
cruel . The most common method was to insert a stick-like object into the vagina to simulate sexual intercourse, hence the name "pleasure chair."
Just hearing about the use of this instrument of torture sent chills down my spine. Looking at
the ropes , I felt a chill run down my spine. However, based on my later experience interrogating female prisoners,
although Wang and Zhu were both fond of torturing female prisoners, especially those parts that easily triggered lust, such as the most sensual
vulva, breasts, buttocks, and alluring faces, hair, hands, and feet, repeatedly abusing them, and were fascinated by the painful struggles and groans of the
tortured women, they were generally careful not to cause serious injury so that
they could continue to play with and rape them for a long time.

The row of bungalows to the south, from west to east, consisted of the kitchen, canteen, the former headquarters of the sideline production team (now
used as an open "brothel" at night), five dormitories for guards, and three temporary
"guest rooms" for outsiders. I stayed in the guest room at the far east end for three nights, and I learned for certain that the "guest room" was actually
a brothel room where one could freely "patronize" female prisoners.

In the kitchen, I saw three more female prisoners: two were on duty as "kitchen helpers," and the other was
assigned to feed the pigs and chickens. Of course, they were all wearing white rubber shoes, but their clothes were all different, brought from home.
However, the rule in the team was that each person was only allowed to wear one shirt and one pair of trousers. So two of the three were wearing only
a T-shirt, and only one was wearing a floral cotton jacket with a front opening. The collar tip revealed bare cleavage.

At 5:30, the female prisoners returned from the fields in a line carrying hoes, leaned the hoes against the back wall of the bungalow, and
lined up on the open ground for the "evening roll call." After listening to the reports from the guards supervising the work, Zhu Wu summarized
and gave a speech to the female prisoners. The thirty or so female prisoners stood straight at attention, their white shoes neatly lined up in a row, looking quite
spirited . They were all tanned dark, drenched in sweat, their clothes clinging to their bodies, and many even
had a damp patch on the soles of their shoes. They were truly pitiful! After the reprimand, the three female prisoners whose
names were called stepped forward to perform the "jet plane" position, awaiting their punishment. At this time, Ding Yanfang was also brought out from the solitary confinement cell, still
carrying her heavy cangue, standing at the front of the line. These four women took turns lying on the torture bench, pulling down their trousers to receive the blows to their buttocks. The "
boards" were made of two thin bamboo strips, each a meter long, bound together with thin hemp rope, and only about two fingers wide. But
the sound of them striking their bare buttocks was incredibly loud. Each blow echoed through the cliffs on both sides, making it quite a terrifying
sound . The lightest punishment was given to the girl with the long braid, who received only five blows; the other
two received ten; and Ding Yanfang received fifteen, her entire buttocks turning bright red. Her cries were quite pitiful.

The female prisoners being beaten would first pull down their pants, leaving only their underwear covering their most private parts, before
lying down on the bench. Once they were in position, their waists and knees were tightened with leather straps, and their hands were
handcuffed to the bench between the two legs. This prevented them from dodging the beating. Although still wearing their underwear,
most of their buttocks were exposed, and their buttocks would bounce as the board struck their bare skin. When it came to
Ding Yanfang, her underwear was deliberately pulled off and pulled up to her knees. It was the first time I had ever seen a
seventeen or being beaten completely naked, so ever since, whenever I hear the phrase "beating the buttocks," I always picture her
being beaten naked: her round, firm, white, and smooth buttocks, rising and falling. Her
small feet, clad in white platform shoes, danced wildly. Her two long, fluffy braids swayed incessantly at the edges of the shackles. The cangue, stuck on the stool,
clattered intermittently. She let out screams in her delicate voice… After
the , Wang Fusheng continued to berate and interrogate her loudly, but it was impossible to understand what she was saying through sobs. Then, Wang
flew into a rage, grabbed a worn-out rubber shoe from under the stool, and slapped her already red and bare buttocks with the sole.
Terrified, cried out, “Oh dear! I won’t argue anymore! I won’t talk back!” She endured ten more slaps with the sole before
the torture ended. But she still had to kneel on the earthen platform without pulling up her pants, her swollen buttocks displayed in public as a “
negative example.” She knelt there until she returned to her cellar to sleep, naturally missing dinner. Later, I heard from other female prisoners that she
had lost her temper and cursed a couple of times while working that morning, unable to bear the guards’ vicious and indecent treatment. That’s what caused the trouble. "We
lowly sluts, they can do whatever they want with us, that's what they call being a slut!"

After dealing with the female prisoners, most of the guards went to the river to bathe, leaving only two to watch over the female prisoners' meals.
The food in the team was quite good. Each person got a large bowl of soup, with plenty of lard even if there was no meat. There were also plenty of large cornbread buns.
Zhu Wu once frankly explained, "These young women, if they weren't fed oil and fat, and worked themselves to the bone, how could they
get into the mood? How could they withstand the torment? If we weren't willing to invest, how could we have run the labor camp to this level!"

While the female prisoners were eating, Wang Fusheng led me to the "changing room" and unlocked it. On the mats under these three cave dwellings...
The female prisoners' spare clothes were neatly piled up, one pile per person, with a pair of dried white rubber shoes on top of each pile.
After finishing their meals, the female prisoners would go to the kiln to collect their dried shoes and place them on their piles in the changing room.
At the same time, each of them would take the pair that had been on top of their clothes and a pair of red cloth underwear from the pile. Then
they would line up again in front of the kiln. Once everyone was in line, a whistle would sound, and they would all go to the riverbank, strip naked, and go to bathe. It wasn't
completely dark yet, and the naked bodies of the women on the riverbank were still clearly visible. The deepest part of the river was only
knee-deep, and the water was crystal clear, allowing you to see their white calves. Wang and Zhu accompanied me
to the river for a bath. Zhu Wu stared intently at the naked women and said to me, "Looks good, right?
Making these sluts show themselves off like this, they all have to strip naked before going into the river!" This kind of humiliation of the female prisoners
was carried out every morning and evening. Evenings were short. After bathing in the morning,
the female prisoners had to wash their clothes and shoes, and then hang them to dry on the sandy bank of the river before returning to the changing room to get dressed. From my observation, under such repeated
humiliation, the female prisoners had lost all sense of shame about being naked in front of the guards. Most of them didn't care at all
, washing their bodies in the cool river water in front of them, even letting their braids loose and soaking their hair in the water. This
was probably the only pleasure they could freely enjoy in this hellish labor camp.
After bathing in the evening, the female prisoners changed into clean underwear and white shoes, returned their clothes and shoes to the changing room, and were then
herded into the cave to sleep.

III. The guards' dinner on the first night

started around 7:30 pm. Almost every night was a banquet, with female prisoners accompanying them and performing entertainment. That evening, they hosted a welcome dinner, which was exceptionally lavish. Besides Qin Hong and Yang Xiuzhi, two rather pretty women
were also accompanying them .
They were all dressed in red shirts and green trousers, with embroidered black aprons and snow-white tennis shoes.
Their hair was styled in double buns, tied with gauze ribbons. They were there specifically to serve me, pouring wine, serving food, offering towels,
and fanning me. They even took turns singing ditties to toast me. The songs, of course, were all of the "yellow" and "pink" kind. Later,
they had a nineteen-year-old girl, a former member of a local troupe who had been detained, perform
a plate-spinning act. During the performance, she wore only a small bra and baggy, flowing trousers,
her smooth belly protruding high as she bent over, eliciting wild shouts from the guards. Then they had a female lead, a former member of the county opera troupe who
had been expelled , dressed in theatrical costume and sing a long passage from "The Three Trials." Zhu Wu, the interrogator, took over the lines. Zhu Wu
, quite drunk and in high spirits, demanded that she act out Su San's scene in Hongdong County: "Upon entering the courtroom, she was first given forty strokes of the cane, several
leather whips breaking in the process… the merciless finger-crushing torture was unbearable." The guards cheered, and four men
rummaged through the storeroom, rummaged through constables' uniforms, and hastily dressed her up. First, they made her lie face down, removed her bright red opera trousers, and used a half-black,
half-red cane from the opera stage to whip her buttocks while shouting. Then they dragged her up, removed her bright red prison clothes,
held her arms, pulled her long hair, and whipped her bare back with a small whip. She seemed to be a rather clever woman. Not only did
she cry out in agony and protest her innocence according to the opera's "calling out" and recitation, and mimic the various postures of someone struggling in pain while being beaten, but she also
improvised two verses. I remember singing: "The naked whipping of my bare buttocks is unbearable, I have died several times and been brought back to life. Poor Su San,
her injustice is beyond redemption, her heart is broken by the pain of being wronged." "The whip is like a venomous snake bite, my back is covered with whip marks like burning fire. I am innocent
and cannot confess, (Your Honor) I only beg for mercy and leniency!" But all her efforts only aroused
the lust of Zhu Wu and the others, and in the end, she could not help but put her sharp fingers into the finger-crushing device. Enduring the excruciating pain, under Zhu Wu
's coercion, she still borrowed two lines from the lyrics of "Chen Sanliang Climbs the Court": "The courtroom is the hall of Yama, the finger-crushing device
is like a knife that kills!" Then she was in too much pain to sing anymore. At this point, she was trembling all over, beads of
sweat dripping from her forehead. She frantically rubbed her feet on the ground, finally washing off both of her embroidered soft-soled opera shoes.
But Zhu Wu still forced her to sing, refusing to ease the torture until she did. In extreme agony, she improvised
two lines : "Ten fingers, aching to the bone, the merciless torture is unbearable." Then she screamed, "This prisoner confesses!"
By this time, she had wet herself from the pain! Zhu Wu, still not satisfied, made her wear shackles and kneel against the wall, allowing
everyone to drink and enjoy her performance. He even said to me, "This Sang Yujuan, her stage name is 'Living Su San.'
Do you think she's convincing? If you like her, let her come to your room tonight, and you can be the young master Wang, how about it?" I thought
she was quite beautiful, had a good voice, and her acting was truly captivating. Feeling sorry for her,
and emboldened by the alcohol, I agreed, even suggesting she rest first. Everyone joined in the fun, removing her shackles and leaving
her disheveled and barefoot, only wearing a pair of bright red trousers soaked with urine, to offer me a toast as a form of "thank you."

After witnessing this half-serious, half-fake torture, a rather tipsy Wang Fusheng invited me to the powder room to observe
the "court hearing" for the newly arrived female prisoners. This was for real. These two female prisoners had been brought in while we were bathing in the river
. They were both carrying wooden shackles, escorted from the commune by militiamen. Because they had set off later than me, carrying
shackles weighing about twenty pounds, they were slower, so I arrived four hours late. The two militiamen who escorted them attended the banquet. The
two women, however, remained kneeling on the open ground, carrying their shackles, and were only given a cornbread and a bowl of cold water. When the "court hearing" began, Wang and Zhu
pulled me to sit with them behind three desks arranged side by side. Six young guards stood
on either side . Wang shouted, "Bring Chang Shuxiang up!" The young men yelled in unison, "Bring Chang, Shu, Xiang,
to the court—!" Two militiamen dragged in a female prisoner and shoved her to her knees before the table.
At this moment, the thugs standing guard on both sides shouted loudly, "Hey—!" It was exactly
like an ancient courtroom. I glanced at the materials Wang had shown me. She was only twenty-three years old. Two years ago, her newlywed husband
was killed by a dud explosion at a reservoir construction site, and she had been working as a prostitute ever since, having had seven different lovers. Judging from the fact that she
still , she certainly wasn't a respectable woman. She wore a light blue floral blouse, faded blue trousers,
and worn-out black rubber-soled shoes with straps, which were soaked from wading through the river. She was trembling with fear, her head bowed. After asking
her name, age, and background, Wang asked her what crime she had committed. She stammered, "I was a prostitute." Wang
pressed her for details, and she finally said, "I took off my pants and let seven bastards have sex with me." Wang slammed his fist on the table and roared
, "Come here! Take this shameless prostitute down her pants and give her twenty lashes!" She and her cangue were dragged to
the ground, and she was beaten naked, her buttocks exposed. The lashes used in the court were three fingers wide and one finger thick.
Made of bamboo strips, the beatings were naturally more severe. Later I learned that here, no matter who was being interrogated, the first thing they did was
shout "Your Honor!" before taking off their pants and getting a beating on their buttocks. That was the rule here.
After , they would be asked if it hurt or if they were ashamed. They were made to admit that being a "loose woman" meant suffering like this and obediently accepting "dictatorship."

After being beaten on the buttocks, the new female prisoners would have to experience several of the most common forms of torture. Usually, they would be made to kneel upright without pulling up
their pants and then slapped in the face with the soles of rubber shoes. Then they would be stripped naked and whipped on the back with tree branches. They would also be subjected
to finger-crushing and having their shoes removed and being clamped with a stick. This was collectively called "passing five trials." After each form of torture, they would be asked if there were any
questions they hadn't answered. Only after receiving this "lesson" would they be released from their shackles, left completely naked, and made to kneel in the inner room and
face the "team rules" posted on the wall. Once she could recite it, she was given a new pair of red underpants and white shoes, knelt before the table, and
loudly recited the team rules. Only then was she allowed to take her change of clothes and white shoes and be led to bed.

This young widow had a thin face, but a rather sturdy build. Her bare buttocks were especially sexy.
When she was being tortured, her face flushed with shame, and she cried out in a soft voice. But she remained very obedient, repeatedly saying, "I've
confessed everything! I've told you everything! Please have mercy on me!" She was illiterate, but she quickly memorized the twenty-character team rules
without a single mistake. So she didn't suffer much. The second female prisoner was a landlord's daughter of only sixteen years old, named
Qiu Yueying . Her crime was seducing the team leader and committing adultery multiple times under the instigation of her reactionary father. She wore a long braid, a very
worn blue cloth shirt and trousers, and straw sandals that only girls from the poorest families wore. She was quite tall and
tanned . But she was particularly delicate and shy. She screamed and cried
her heart out the spanking was even finished. But this didn't elicit any pity; instead, she was subjected to further scolding and deliberate
abuse. After the spanking, she was stripped naked and forced to kneel upright, forbidden to lower her head,
cover , or touch her chest. She took a tattered white rubber shoe in each hand and slapped herself repeatedly across
the face, shouting, "I'm a little bitch! I'm a little slut! I'm reactionary! I'm vulgar! I deserve to be beaten!
I deserve to be humiliated!"

Finally, both of them changed their clothes and, escorted by the labor camp inmates, went bare-chested and bare-legged to the assigned cave dwelling.
The landlord's daughter experienced the power of the mass dictatorship for the first time. She remained silent as the guards repeatedly fondled her breasts
, only sobbing quietly, limping along with her bare feet, now clad in white rubber shoes.

IV. After watching this spectacle in my room the first night

, I returned to the team... I was taken to rest in the designated place, the easternmost room of the front row of bungalows
. It was already eleven o'clock, and Sang Yujuan had prepared a large basin of bathwater for me,
wiping the kang mat with cold water. She was dressed as an ancient beauty, wearing a white gauze skirt and a light green jacket.
Her hair had been restyled, with two loose braids on either side, long bangs in the front, and
a large cascade of hair at the back, tied with a white silk ribbon. The braids on either side were decorated with shimmering
theatrical headdresses in apricot-yellow. She had also applied makeup, dotted her lips, and drawn her eyebrows, making her exceptionally beautiful. The shoes and socks weren't theatrical costumes;
they were a pair of white nylon short socks and a pair of soft-soled, bright red embroidered shoes, supposedly a pre-Liberation
wedding dress confiscated during the "Destroy the Four Olds" campaign. Several plates of cold dishes and two jugs of wine were also prepared on the kang table. As

soon as I entered, she got off the kang, lowered her flowing sleeves, and gracefully gave me a "Wanfu" (a traditional Chinese greeting), softly addressing me as "Master Bu" and asking how she wanted to serve me. I blushed, momentarily at a loss for words. She then suggested I take a bath first, so she could wash my clothes first. This bath was also very memorable for me. She said she would give me a sponge bath, so she took off her dress, leaving only a red undergarment and... The team mandated we wear bright red briefs, making it look like we were only wearing swimsuits. I had no choice but to stand in the basin of water without taking them off and let her wash me. She wore a gold choker around her snow-white neck, a faux ruby pendant dangling between her half-exposed cleavage, which really aroused me. Her small hands rubbed against my body, leaving purple marks on all eight of my nipples, making me feel incredibly sorry for her. My penis, tightly wrapped in the wet briefs, involuntarily became erect. Sang Yujuan naturally noticed, but remained calm, retreating to sit on the kang (heated brick bed), and quietly asked, "Do you want me to take my clothes off?" I was extremely embarrassed, not knowing what to feel. I ignored her, stomped to the kang table, turned my back to her, poured three cups of wine, and then said gruffly, "Wash my clothes!" "First, I pulled a clean undershirt I'd brought over my head . With the hem barely covering my crotch, I quickly changed into my wet underpants, dried my feet with a towel, and slipped on a pair of slippers I'd brought before sitting on the kang (heated brick bed). She shuddered at my loud voice and hurriedly washed my undershirt and underpants with the bathwater. But because her fingers still hurt, she kept frowning and biting her lip, looking pitiful. Then, she quickly used a long-handled brush to thoroughly wash the liberation shoes I'd worn during the day, inside and out, wrung them out, and hung them outside to dry. Back in the room, she timidly asked me, 'Uncle Bu, shall we get on the kang now, or drink?' I said, 'Drink!'" Without hesitation, she took off one of her red embroidered shoes, placed a wine cup inside, filled it with wine, and then knelt down, offering me the shoe with both hands as a toast. I snatched the cup and shoe away, throwing them far off, saying, "How could you be so vulgar! Get out!" She was so frightened that she burst into tears, sobbing, "This is the rule the team leader taught us for toasting, it's called a lotus cup. I can tell you, Master Bu, are a good person, you just hate me, please don't kick me out tonight! Otherwise, the team leader won't forgive me! Please!" She kowtowed repeatedly on the muddy ground. Because I pitied her, I let her put on her shirt and sit on the kang (heated brick bed) to talk to me. To prevent the people in the labor camp from knowing what we were doing, we turned off the lights. She had a good capacity for alcohol and could down a whole cup in one gulp. She downed a cup in one slurp and said, "I know this is the most shameless prostitute's work." But the team stipulated that whoever was asked to spend the night with someone had to do so. They said this was also a form of dictatorship, a way to atone for one's sins. You couldn't be passive or not smile. You could be beaten or forced to kneel immediately. If you didn't serve them well on the bed, they would punish you however they pleased the next day. If they were specifically taken to the powder room for torture, it was even worse. According to her, every inmate in the team had female prisoners taking turns keeping them company at night. Sometimes the two team leaders would have two or three women keep them company at the same time, so they could "observe and learn" from each other. Because their cells weren't locked at night, the female prisoners had to wear leg irons after being raped. However, those who kept the team leaders or guests company overnight didn't have to work the next morning, so some female prisoners tried their best to please them and compete for the job of keeping company.

That night, I talked with Sang Yujuan until four o'clock and learned quite a bit about her situation. She herself
had won an award at a county-level performance when she sang Pingju opera in the commune's propaganda team, and was selected by the county troupe to play the female lead. She was seduced and raped by the deputy troupe leader, and was expelled and sent back to the production
team
for supervised labor. She's only twenty-one years old now. After returning, she was repeatedly criticized and struggled against, and even dressed up as Su San and paraded through the streets in shackles. She was forced to sleep on the kang (heated brick bed) by several team and brigade cadres. This year, of course, she was among the first batch sent to the commune's special task force for investigation, and among the first
to be sent to labor reform. She said, "I was sentenced to four months of labor reform, and I've only endured two months so far. I've
suffered so much struggle and torture, and I'm terrified of being humiliated. I just want to suffer less; it doesn't matter who sleeps with me! But
they always say that I'm so beautiful and so seductive, how can I only sleep with these few wild men? So they always
bring me to court every few days and torture me." She started crying as she spoke.

I asked Sang Yujuan what kinds of tortures were used in these court sessions. She said that interrogation usually took place after bedtime. They would be suddenly
called out, and upon entering the powder room, they would kneel down. First, they would be slapped across the face with the sole of a rubber shoe,
until their cheeks turned red – this was called "applying makeup." Then they would be forced to lie down, their underwear pulled up to their knees, and slapped on the buttocks – this was called "testing the torture." Only then would they be dragged up,
kneeling
naked . Slapping the face was always done with the sole of a rubber shoe, while slapping the buttocks involved various instruments. The most frequently used
instrument was a small board, about two fingers wide, made of two bamboo strips about a meter long, tightly bound with thin hemp rope. It was very elastic and
stung painfully on the buttocks, but the wounds were small, making it suitable for repeated torture. There was also the use of rubber tubing for whipping;
although not as painful as the small board, it could turn the buttocks purplish-black without breaking the skin, which was also quite severe. Hitting with a rubber
shoe sole is similar to whipping with a rubber hose; the sound is the loudest and most frightening, though it hurts quite a bit at first, but after a while, the skin
goes numb. If you keep hitting, the wounds can form hard lumps that are slow to heal.
A belt is particularly severe; a hundred or so blows will definitely break the skin and cause bleeding. On a hot day, breaking the skin is especially painful;
the blood sticking to your underwear is more painful than being cut with a knife. It's said that using a whip made of twisted hemp rope, wet with water, is the most severe form of torture,
but she never experienced it. Other common methods of extracting confessions include binding and hanging. These are methods of slow torture, so the torturer doesn't
get tired and doesn't harm the female prisoner's flesh. There are many insidious methods for binding her. "Back Sword" involves female prisoners kneeling with
one arm behind their back and the other arm bent from the shoulder to the shoulder blade. A rope is used to loop both wrists together,
with a small wooden stick inserted into the loop. The stick is then twisted to tighten the rope, bringing the wrists close together. The stick is then pinned to the prisoner's
back . After a while, the arms become
unbearably sore. If the rope is twisted extremely tightly, the arms make a cracking sound as if they are about to break, causing excruciating pain. "Crotch Crawler" involves female prisoners standing with their heads bent and backs bent, a rope tied around the back of their neck to their thighs.
Their arms are then tied together with their arms extended behind their backs, the rope ends at the wrists threaded through the loop behind the neck and tightened as much as possible, forcing
the arms high up. If the legs bend, the rope pulls on the arms with excruciating pain,
making it far more unbearable than the simple "jet plane" position. Another form of "eating zongzi" involved placing the female prisoner's chest and abdomen to the ground, binding her hands behind her back, then
tying them to her ankles, placing a heavy sack of grain on her back, and then pulling the ropes up over the rafters,
causing her excruciating pain. There were many more variations of hanging. Sang Yujuan said that the least painful method she had experienced
was suspending her with her wrists bound in front of her chest, called "small hanging." Usually, she was suspended until her toes
could touch the ground, and she could alleviate the pain by forcefully tiptoeing. If her feet were lifted off the ground,
the pain was much worse. "Large hanging" involved tying ropes to each wrist, suspending her arms diagonally in a Y-
shape . This method caused severe pain in the shoulders and chest, as well as the ribs. If the wrists were bound
together behind her back, called "reverse hanging," this method was bearable for a while if the toes could touch the ground. However, if
the toes were lifted off the ground, it was a much more agonizing ordeal. The "airplane" torture, where both feet were tied up and suspended, was somewhat easier to endure. However
, the "airplane" torture involved sandbags pressing on the back, which was extremely uncomfortable. Even more terrifying was the
"hanging bombs" torture, where weights were tied to both nipples. She said she had also been tied up and suspended upside down once, and within a short time, her head was buzzing,
her vision went black, and she lost consciousness. Some female prisoners had been suspended upside down with one ankle tied to it, which she thought
must have been even more painful than being suspended with both feet together. The most severe form of suspension was tying the thumbs together with thin wires and suspending them, called
"double swallows." One female prisoner was suspended like this twice, and her thumbs became unusable.

As for how many other forms of torture existed, she couldn't name them all. The tortures she had endured, besides the whipping, finger-crushing, and cangue torture I had just seen
, included sitting on the tiger bench, kneeling on chains on a balance frame, and having an electric shock passed to
her nipples . What hurt her most was that Wang Fusheng had a wooden drying rack for rice flour laid down on the ground, forced her
to stretch out her arms
and legs, and tie her to the rack with her face up. He stripped off her red underwear and white shoes, and ordered his thugs to pluck her armpit and pubic hair one by one. They also repeatedly tickled her armpits, sides, and bare feet, causing
her to convulse and gasp for breath. This torture lasted for over an hour, but they weren't satisfied. They then
burned her armpits, cleavage, and genitals with lit incense sticks until she fainted from fear and pain. At this point, she sobbed
bitterly , suddenly pulled off her shirt, and first showed me her armpits, where
three small black scars were arranged in a triangle on each side. Then she untied her bodice, revealing her breasts, and between her full breasts, in the lower cleavage,
was another small black scar. She knelt on the kang (a heated brick bed), pulled down her red underwear, and spread her legs. It
was the first time in my life I had seen a woman's most private parts so closely!
There was a small black scar on the upper edge of her swollen labia majora, one on each side of her delicate inner thighs, and
one . I suppressed my impulse and said, "Put your pants back on! I saw it clearly." She smiled sadly, pulled up her underwear,
and stared at me with tearful eyes, saying, "Uncle Bu, you're such a good person. I've told you everything, you can't hurt
me! Otherwise, I won't be able to leave this labor camp alive!" Before going to sleep, she took off all her clothes, shoes, and socks
, and put on a meter-long anklet, locking both ends around her ankles
(the key to unlock it was kept by Zhu Wu), saying it was a measure taken by the team to prevent female prisoners who were supposed to be on night duty from escaping. Finally, she
timidly asked if I could hold her while we slept, so that the team leader would think she was providing excellent service. I couldn't contain my
excitement and finally pulled her tightly into my arms. But my remaining rationality prevented me from taking off my undershirt, not my underwear. Her
body trembled and panted, then slowly relaxed and drifted off to sleep. I, however, was too excited to sleep, and
remained pressed close to the soundly sleeping Sang Yujuan until my crotch was soaked. I finally fell asleep as dawn broke.

V. The next day,

I woke up at eleven o'clock. Sang Yujuan wasn't in the room, but she had prepared water for me to wash my face.
As I walked past the kitchen, I saw her helping to burn pig feed. She greeted me, saying, "Uncle Bu, you're up? I'll go tidy up
the house ." She had changed her clothes, wearing a light purple polyester short-sleeved shirt, blue cloth pants, and white sneakers. Her braids
were loose, tied back in a large bunch with a white handkerchief.

Wang Fusheng had gone to the fields to supervise the work. Zhu Wu was playing ping-pong in the small dining room with Yang Xiuzhi, who had changed into sportswear
. When she saw me, she joked, "Brother Bu, you're really something! You've had your fill of Yutangchun, and you're still holding on. You've got quite
the energy ! Want to change to someone else tonight?" I wanted to know more, so I asked him if there were any
women here prettier than Sang Yujuan. He said it was hard to say who was the prettiest; everyone has their own preferences. In his opinion,
Qin Hong was the prettiest, Tian Xiuzhi the most seductive, and the best in bed. But Qin Hong was decided by Wang Fusheng. Sang Yujuan
was pretty, but lacked a certain charm. He thought there were three women more attractive than Sang Yujuan. One was Li Xiuhuan, sweetly pretty,
but terrible in bed. Another was Zhang Yuxia, wildly pretty; he particularly liked her looks, but she
had a bad knew martial arts; he wondered if he could tame her. The third was Ding Yanfang, the most alluring and very slender. She was just too
timid, not proactive in lovemaking. I wanted to find a former educated youth to talk to, so I said I was also a soldier, a
guard, and still preferred wild women. He laughed and said he'd take care of it.

When Zhu Wu accompanied me to the toilet, we encountered a female prisoner emptying chamber pots and carrying them to the vegetable garden. Zhu Wu
said that this female prisoner was Ding Yanfang. I didn't look at Jingchu; I waited outside the latrine for her to return from the vegetable garden. She wore only
a thin, sleeveless white blouse with small blue floral patterns, blue cloth trousers rolled up above her knees, and worn-out
white tennis shoes. Her two braids were tied together at the ends with a handkerchief, and she had bangs. She wasn't tall,
but remarkably slender and well-proportioned, very pleasing to the eye. She worked efficiently. Zhu Wu said that her attitude was particularly
dishonest, so he punished her by making her do the hardest and dirtiest work in the team. As she walked past us carrying a pair of chamber pots filled with excrement
, Zhu Wu told her to stop and inspect her legs. Her bare calves and shoes were splattered with specks
of yellowish-green excrement. He scolded her, "I told you not to get your shoes dirty. I punished you for this last time, and you
still dared to do it!" She lowered her head and whispered, "I really did try. But
how can you not get a speck of dirt on your shoes while doing this kind of work?" Zhu Wu said she was being stubborn, and punished her by making her kneel in front of the chamber pot. He took off one of her shoes and used the
sole, which had just been stomped on in the stinking mud of the outhouse, to slap her sweaty face. After this ordeal, he ordered her to finish rinsing the two pots of excrement and
immediately go to the river to wash her shoes. After washing them clean, she was to kneel on the threshing floor to dry them, and she was not allowed to get up until they were dry. With tears in her eyes, she dared not say another word, put on her shoes,
picked up the excrement, and left. As she walked, she wiped her face with her upper arm. When we came
out after lunch, we saw her kneeling bare-kneed in the middle of the scorching gravel field, one shoe on her head and the other held horizontally in
both hands , suffering in the midday sun. There was no way she had eaten.

During my afternoon nap, Sang Yujuan was still in my room serving me; perhaps out of gratitude for my care, she
served . At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wang Fusheng woke me up, saying he wanted to discuss the interrogation that night. He first took me to the river
for a bath. He also said that if I liked swimming, we could go to a deeper bay the next day and find two
female prisoners who could swim to accompany me.

After the bath, he led me to the powder room. Ding Yanfang was no longer on the field. He told me that Ding Yanfang had been
here for a month and a half and had already been interrogated six times. First, she hadn't confessed to any new issues; second, she consistently denied having any
motive to seduce the men. Therefore, they needed to come up with a plan for her re-interrogation that night.

Entering the inner room, he took out a stack of notebooks from the cabinet and picked one out to show me. It turned out that every
female prisoner here had a notebook. The contents were divided into three categories. The first category recorded what work was assigned each day, somewhat like
a work point record book in a production team. The second category recorded which days they were punished, and which days they were summoned for interrogation. It was
a record . The third category recorded which days they spent the night with whom, what performances they did, or played ping-pong with others, etc. Wang Fusheng explained that this
was a record of "meritorious service." He boasted that they were very careful with the degree of torture they inflicted on the female prisoners, "It's not good if you don't let them know how serious
it is, but it's also not good to torture them too severely. If they are tortured and can't work or spend the night with you, it's too easy for these filthy bitches."
"Each female prisoner's physique and temperament are different, and their ability to resist torture is different. Recording this is a good reference; there's a lot of
strategy involved." It seemed he really considered this a hobby.

I curiously flipped through Ding Yanfang's notebook; the suffering she endured was truly shocking. The next day I specifically copied it
down, and now it is recorded as follows (" " is the record of being raped, for comparison):

June 18th night, joined the team, 40 strokes on the buttocks; June 20th morning, apologized for disheveled hair, 30 strokes in the braid; "June 20th Wang Fusheng"; "June 21st
Zhu Wu";

June 22nd night, court hearing, 20 strokes on the mouth, 20 strokes on the buttocks, 50 strokes on the back with a leather belt. 10 strokes of finger crushing, 20 knocks (unconscious),
75 strokes in the small reverse hanging; June 23rd evening, roll call, talked back, 20 strokes on the buttocks with the sole of a shoe, 20 self-slaps on the mouth; "June 23rd Wang Daming";

June 24th lunch, cursed, sat in cangue all afternoon, 40 self-slaps on the mouth; "June 24th Zhu Wu"; "June 25th Tian Chengli"; "June 26th
Li Yong"

; June 27th night, court hearing. Slapping mouth 20, buttocks 20, hanging upside down 30 (full body 85 tree branches), tiger bench 40,
(3 pieces, soles of feet 20, calf beams 15, breasts 5 needles left and 4 needles right (fainted)) "6/28 Wang Fusheng" "6/29
Liu Shihai" "6/30 Wang Daming" "7/1 Wang Fusheng"

7/2 Night interrogation, slapping mouth 20, buttocks 20, crawling between legs 30 (buttocks 80 shoe soles), hanging upside down 30
(leather hose 40, belt 25 fainted) "7/3 Group Leader Chang"

7/4 Evening roll call, dirty shoes buttocks 28 shoe soles "7/4 Zhu Wu" "7/5, 6 Minister Wang" "7/7
Tian Chengguo "

7/8 Night interrogation, slapping mouth 20, buttocks 20, legs spread upside down 30 (vagina 60 shoe soles), kneeling on the rack chain
40.

July 9th, during roll call, slacking off and talking back, 3 slaps to the buttocks with shoe soles, 12 hours in cangue. "July 10th, Yang Desheng" "
July 11th, Yang Furen" "

July 12th, Qu Gongan" July 15th, night interrogation, 20 slaps to the mouth, 20 slaps to the buttocks, 25 minutes of handstand in front of the wall (60 slaps to the buttocks),
60 minutes of empty hanging (3 cigarette butts on the nipples, 4 cigarette butts under the armpits, rubbing with alcohol), 90 minutes of kneeling on a washboard. "July 17th, Wang Fusheng" "July 18th,
Tian Chengli " "July 19th, Liu Shihai"

July 20th: Shoes removed during afternoon nap, displayed in cangue for 2 hours. (July 20th: Tian Chengguo) (July 21st: Director Wang) (July 22nd: Yang Chengshan
)

July 23rd: Night interrogation, 20 slaps to the mouth, 20 slaps to the buttocks, electric shocks on a chair (two times on the breasts, one time on the vagina),
120 slaps to the whole body on a cangue until unconscious. (July 26th: Zhu Wu)

July 27th: Roll call, a carrying pole broke, 30 slaps to the buttocks, unconscious. (July 30th: Wang Fusheng) July 31st: Yang Furen (
July 31st)

August 1st & 2nd: Minister Luo (August 3rd & 2nd): Roll call, argument, 40 slaps to each other, 120 slaps in cangue. (August 3rd: Li Yong) August 4th: Yang Desheng (August 4th):

I roughly calculated that she was slapped 450 times on the buttocks in a month and a half, averaging 10 times a day.
I asked if she had been slapped the most. Wang Fusheng said no, because everyone wanted her to stay overnight, so they couldn't beat her
too hard. The time they beat her too hard with a carrying pole, she couldn't stay overnight for several days, which was very disappointing. Some female prisoners
received 200 lashes in one interrogation, and had to sleep face down for five days straight. But Ding Yanfang received more, and she
was quite resistant to torture. This time, Wang Fusheng really wanted me to have a good way to get her to talk. He said that this time
they would make sure she couldn't get out of bed for a week, just to thoroughly punish her. Because she not only resisted further confessions,
but also refused to stay overnight more than once. Here, refusing to stay overnight results in an extended sentence and nighttime jail time. I asked him
if jail time here was worse than being locked in a cave. He said, "Didn't I see Ding Yanfang in shackles yesterday?
" He explained that the shackles were made of thick wooden blocks, and once the calves were in, the
legs could only be straight, not bent. Having to sit with the shackles on was very painful. Moreover, because of the cangue,
she couldn't lie down and could only sit and endure the hardship. Being imprisoned like this after being spanked would be especially unbearable. While
explaining, he added to her notebook: "

August 5th, morning: Cursing the guards in the fields, afternoon in jail, 15 strokes on the buttocks, 10 strokes on the soles of shoes. August 6th, dirty shoes, kneeling with shoes on top for
3 hours.

" He added, "Originally, she should have received at least another spanking today. But considering we'll be in court tonight,
and she'll still be spanked anyway, we'll let her off this time."

He discussed with me what torture to inflict on Ding Yanfang that night. He asked me what the most severe torture was in the county. I said I
didn't have much experience in that area. The most severe torture used by the county's special investigation team, I think, is stepping on the bar; it can really make the person excrete
. Burning meat with a lighter is also particularly effective; burning with a cigarette butt won't make them confess, but burning them will." Wang Fusheng
said that using the tiger bench was better than stepping on a bar, as it allowed for gradual escalation of the torture. If the force wasn't controlled properly, it could easily break a young woman's
bones . He didn't approve of crippling prisoners; it would be difficult to handle. Burned areas don't heal well
and leave large, unsightly scars. Therefore, he wouldn't use that method. This time, he wanted to try two new methods on Ding Yanfang
to broaden my horizons. He also said that during this interrogation, they must make her reveal Wang Yongnian's name herself to prevent her from
later claiming we induced her confession and overturning the case. Once they found a breakthrough, they had to make
her confess to seducing cadres, because it might all be instigated by her parents, who hadn't been properly classified as rich peasants. I said I didn't think Wang Yongnian's confession
could be entirely trusted. Wang Fusheng said: Wang Yongnian wouldn't fabricate a story about having an affair with Ding Yanfang to
add another layer of guilt to his own record. Ding Yanfang's concealment of this matter shows she's dishonest; this time, she must be dealt with severely, without
mercy.

Before long, it was time for evening roll call again. The first one called out was Qiu Yueying,
the landlord's daughter who had just joined the team the night before. Her charge was hoeing the field, and she was last on the list. She was first reprimanded by Zhu Wu and sentenced to forty
strokes of the shoe sole . She pitifully pleaded, "I've been tortured all day, my legs and fingers hurt, that's why I couldn't
keep up. I really didn't dare to be lazy! Please forgive me this time! I promise I'll work hard tomorrow! If you beat me again, I
won't be able to work tomorrow! If you have to beat me, beat me again in a couple of days—!" She then began to sob. Zhu Wu immediately added
the charge of insubordination and dissatisfaction with the dictatorship, and sentenced her to another twenty strokes of the shoe sole. He personally carried out the punishment.
While hitting her, he asked, "Did you deserve to be hit?" "Do you still dare to cry?" "Do you still dare to talk back?" "Do you still dare
to dawdle ?" Amidst the loud slapping sounds, her swollen, red buttocks trembled as she screamed, "I deserve to be hit—
!" "I won't—!" "I'll change!" After the beating, Zhu Wu asked her, "Does your butt hurt now?"
Not knowing how to answer, she first said, "No!" Zhu Wu said, "Still doesn't hurt?" and raised his hand to hit her again. She hurriedly
cried out, "It hurts, it hurts. It hurts so much—!" He then asked her, "Can you work even if your butt hurts?" She quickly
said, "Yes! Yes!" Zhu Wu then forced her to run around the field immediately. She had no choice but to run despite the pain. Zhu Wu even swung
his shoe sole to urge her to run faster. He said, "You can run, but if you keep pretending when you work tomorrow, I'll beat your stinky butt to a pulp!"
He forced her to run three laps before letting her put on long pants. She ran until she was out of breath, then squatted down against the wall,
but Zhu Wu wouldn't let her squat; he made her return to the ranks and stand at attention until dismissal.

Sixth, the second night:

This evening's dinner was a proper welcome feast for me. So there was chicken, duck, fish, and meat—a particularly lavish spread. The cooks were all top-notch
female prisoners . The banquet started at six o'clock, and the female prisoners finished work more than an hour early. During the meal, there were also
performances specially rehearsed by the female prisoners. Because Wang Fusheng had led students in rehearsing performances when he taught physical education at the agricultural middle school, the performances here were
naturally also his work. Unlike the previous night, there was a group performance in costume—
the guerrilla song and the harvest dance from "The East Is Red," both performed very well. The performers weren't wearing white rubber shoes anymore; one wore leggings and
straw sandals, and the other was barefoot in cloth shoes with side straps. However, both dances were very fast-paced, and dancing them in the sweltering heat
left them drenched in sweat. They were panting heavily, quite pitiful. There was also a girl with a thick braid singing a folk song.
Her voice was sweet and melodious. She started by singing "The Moon Shines Over the Nine Provinces" from the Red Guards of Honghu Lake. I was quite engrossed
in listening , but Zhu Wu slammed his hand on the table and yelled, "What are you singing, 'Sir and General, please enjoy this'? Aren't you calling us class enemies? There's also Special Inspector Bu from the county here. How dare you!" The girl turned
pale with fright and knelt on the ground, vehemently denying that she meant it that way. Zhu Wu threw two worn-out rubber shoes at her and said, "I know what you mean! Slap yourself!" She picked up a shoe in each hand and started slapping herself on the cheeks. After a while, I said, "That's enough, let's just punish her by making her sing another good one." Zhu Wu said that for Special Inspector Bu's sake, he would spare her the beating for now, but she had to offer Special Inspector Bu three cups of wine and sing another song. She took off one of her white shoes and, using the same method Sang Yujuan had used to toast me the night before, knelt down and offered me three toasts.

"Shoe cup." I had no choice but to "do as the Romans do," and three times I took her white tennis shoe with both hands, holding the shoe
and drinking three cups with my mouth to the rim. Then Zhu Wu specified a song for her to sing, "Taking off embroidered shoes, going up the gums,
the amorous little sister meets her lover," which included lines like "The first time, gently press; the second time, slam hard; the third time, carefully work on it;
the little sister is so happy she's dizzy." The guards, their faces flushed from drinking, cheered loudly, and only then did Zhu Wu let her go.
Next was Zhang Yuxia's martial arts performance. This girl looked a bit like Zhu Xijuan, wearing a light green
training outfit with a wide black belt around her waist, and a pair of Shanghai-made "white
youth shoes" that weren't commonly seen here, giving her a rather dashing and heroic air. She performed a set of Baguazhang (Eight Trigrams Boxing) with remarkable agility and skill. Zhu Wu asked me
how good her kung fu was. I said, "These moves are clearly the result of expert instruction; they look quite impressive. But they're still just
fancy footwork; they might not be effective in a real fight." She heard this and gave me a rather unconvincing glare. Zhu Wu
noticed this, beckoned her to the table, and rewarded her with three cups of wine. He said, "This Master Bu is also a martial artist; he said your boxing is
quite good. How about you spar with him?" The girl said, "I wouldn't dare!" Zhu Wu said, "Master Bu wants to
play a few rounds with you. If you dare to spoil Master Bu's fun, can your slutty ass withstand another forty lashes? If you can
win a single move against Master Bu on behalf of the labor camp, I'll reduce your sentence by one day for each move you win. How about it?" Wang Fusheng and the others, wanting to
watch the spectacle, cheered enthusiastically. Wang Fusheng first rewarded her with a cup of wine, agreeing to keep his word and setting
a best- rule. Provoked and after another drink, she immediately launched into a sweeping kick at my lower body. I hooked
her ankle with my foot, twisted it, and knocked her to the ground, where she fell quite hard. Encouraged, she
attacked with long fists. I quickly neutralized her hands, and with my right elbow locked in her throat, she finally surrendered. The guards
jeered, insisting she kowtow and admit defeat. She actually knelt down, but just as she kowtowed once,
a spinning kick swept across my ankles. I almost missed, and my left ankle was grazed, quite painful.
A bit annoyed, I kicked her, sending her rolling twice on the ground, then used my knee to brace her back,
twisting one of her arms behind her back, and asked her if she truly surrendered. She cried out, "I surrender! I surrender! I really surrender!" Zhu Wu said
she would be punished by kneeling and offering me three cups of wine. I downed them in one gulp, and everyone cheered. Zhu Wu said, "It's rare to find
a hero who has won over 'Little White Phoenix'. Tonight, 'Little White Phoenix' should keep Master Bu company." Everyone
cheered . Her face was flushed, but she didn't say a word. Taking advantage of the alcohol, I pulled her to sit next to me. Surprisingly, she
didn't resist and immediately started greedily eating the delicious food on the table with my chopsticks.

Finally, there was a grand finale: Qin Hong's performance of "The Tragic Love Song of a Broken Shoe in Court."
Four female prisoners, including Sang Yujuan and Yang Xiuzhi, danced for her. The actresses followed the rules of the court, taking off their clothes and wearing only
bright red underwear and white rubber shoes. Therefore, they were all female prisoners with particularly good figures and full breasts. Qin Hong knelt in front
and sang solo, while the four dancers constantly changed formations. The tune was the same as "The New Year in the First Month," and the lyrics were said to be
genuine . My later notes read: "White shoes, red underwear, tears welling in her eyes as she enters the courtroom. Her pretty face is first beaten with the soles of her shoes
, turning as red as if rouge had been applied. Bare-chested, she lies face down on the ground, her underwear pulled down as well. The board beats her bare buttocks, which feel hot and raw, her
pink buttocks tinged with purple. Kneeling before the table, head bowed, she answers with her bare buttocks exposed. I am a slut with a lot of lust, I love the
big dicks of wild men. I seduce men to ride me, to hug and press me down, my cunt is so slippery from being fucked. I confess and plead for leniency, Grandpa, please have mercy
and spare my punishment. I have to confess, I'm shy and hesitant, my adulterous and ugly behavior is hard to describe, I'm grabbed by the arm and pulled by the hair, my gloves and fingertips are pulled on both sides.
It hurts like being cut by a knife, I piss down my legs and cry for my father. " "Mom. I confessed and was scolded, called vulgar and slapped. To hide it
would be foolish; the torture was too terrible! Hanging with rope, clamped with a stick, burned with cigarette butts and pierced with steel needles. Telephone, balance rack,
tiger bench with my shoes on. Unable to endure it, I told the truth, my bright red handprint pressed on paper. I regretted my corruption,
my flirting promiscuity; now I suffer for my own doing, the worst suffering is endless torment in court. Exquisite torture, cruel abuse, my body is covered in wounds
and scars. White shoes, red underwear, tattered shoes, tears streaming down my face in court." That Qin Hong was very talented,
singing this very erotic song with a plaintive and melodious quality, her expressions and movements were very measured, charming and moving. With four dancers accompanying her
, swaying their hips and taking small steps, making suggestive gestures, the latter half of the song
even had a tear-jerking effect; several of the performers even sobbed. The guards, however, were drinking heavily,
their eyes red and mouths agape, laughing
hysterically . Zhu Wu asked me, "These little red underwear were my idea. I read in an old novel that
bright red underwear against white buttocks and thighs is particularly cute. But now, paired with white shoes, it's especially provocative, isn't it?"
Wang Fusheng these scumbags, didn't they?"
He even admonished Zhang Yuxia, saying, "If you sincerely repent and atone for your sins, you can avoid being in court!" But
Zhang Yuxia showed no sign of being moved, only focusing on munching on a chicken leg.

After watching the striptease, the guards, drunkenly humming the tune of "white shoes, red underwear," went to
the powder room to prepare for the female prisoners' trial. When Ding Yanfang was brought to court, she was only wearing a pair of bright red underwear and white
tennis shoes. She knelt before the table, tears streaming down her face. Before she could even ask anything, she was grabbed by the base of her braid
and slapped repeatedly across the face with the sole of a rubber shoe. She didn't utter a sound, enduring the slaps with her eyes closed. Zhu Wu said, "You
don't need to pretend like that. If you don't confess who you've slept with, you'll be in for it, hmph!" Hearing this, she began to sob sadly,
but still didn't utter a sound. She lay face down on the ground, pulled down her underwear, stretched her arms forward, placed them flat on the ground, and even
stuck her bare buttocks up a few times, pretending to obediently endure the spanking. Her exposed buttocks and
thighs were covered with fresh bruises, some with purplish-red bruises, and under the light,
the trembling of the muscles beneath the delicate skin was clearly visible. Wang Fusheng sneered, "I know your slutty ass is
n't afraid of being hit, but today I'm not going to hit your ass, I'll let your breasts taste the power!" He then ordered his men to drag her
up and make her kneel, pull up her trousers, and stretch her arms out to the sides, tying them to a large wooden pole. The two ends of the pole were hung
from the roof beams with ropes. Unlike tying her to a cross-shaped "balance frame," this allowed the female prisoner's body
to move back and forth. Next, two pieces of white plastic wire were used, each loop tightly around her nipples,
and the excess wire was twisted into a braid near her armpits. The two loops were then tied together with thin hemp rope, and the rope was then pulled to her back.
The coils were pressed tightly against her chest, making her two round breasts look like they were wearing a strange bra.
Wang Fusheng shouted, "Initiate the torture!" The two torturers continued to twist the already braided ends of the two coils
, gradually reducing the tightness of the loops. Soon, her breasts were engorged and red, and her face showed pain
. Wang Fusheng then took a pair of pliers and tightened the wires, pressing his fingers against her breasts to test the tautness
. The coils dug deeper and deeper into the base of her breasts, binding them into two pinkish-red
spheres . Two tightly packed, grape-like nipples trembled on top of the spheres. Finally, she couldn't endure this inhuman torture any longer, screaming in
agony, twisting her naked upper body, causing the suspended wooden pole to sway violently. Wang Fusheng stopped,
watching . She would sometimes lower her head and shake her neck, sometimes raise her neck and scream, and then she would spin around, twisting
her neck and crying out pitifully, "Mommy—!" "Mommy—!" The ten
fingers of her two small hands, tied to the pole, scratched wildly in the air, and her toes scrambled on the ground, making the rubber soles of her tennis shoes
squeak and groan on the damp cement floor. In less than ten minutes, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead and streamed down her face. Her
delicate nostrils began to flare violently, and her face turned pale. At this moment, Wang Fusheng loosened the wire coil slightly and
splashed two scoops of cool water freshly drawn from the mountain stream onto her face. After letting her catch her breath, he asked her if she would confess. She stretched
her neck and cried out, "There's really nothing more—! There's really nothing more—!"
Sweat . She cried out twice, panting heavily, then trembling as she cried out, "I'm dying of injustice! Spare
me!" Wang Fusheng wasn't surprised she wouldn't confess. He grabbed a handful of pins prepared on the table and,
grinning personally pierced her breasts, which were swollen from being constricted by the electric coils. He made two loops around
her areolas. With each needle, she cried out in pain, "Oh my god!" her body jerking, while the thugs laughed and cheered without a shred of
pity . Six pins were inserted into each of her breasts; her voice was hoarse from screaming,
but she still wouldn't confess. Wang Fusheng then pushed the pins already in her breasts deeper,
twisting them with amusement as he did so. He interrogated her, "You little bastard, will you confess or not?" Under this
extreme torture, Ding Yanfang finally slumped down, losing consciousness. Her white tennis shoes had somehow
slipped off and were lying on the ground.

Those participating in the interrogation seemed completely unconcerned about the female prisoner's shock from the torture. Wang Fusheng returned to his seat, lit
a cigarette , and asked Zhu Wu if this method of torture could make Ding Yanfang talk. Zhu Wu praised this new method of torture, saying that
it barely harmed the female prisoners' flesh, yet it was truly enough to make them suffer. He suggested a name for it: "Red Embroidered Ball." He estimated that
Ding Yanfang wouldn't be able to endure it any longer, so Wang Fusheng urged Zhu Wu to give her a stimulant. It turned out that here,
after prisoners went into shock from the torture, Zhu Wu would administer stimulants obtained from the commune's clinic. Zhu Wu then directed the thugs to loosen the ropes suspending her from
the wooden pole , forcing her to lie on her side with her upper body facing upwards and her legs bent. Then, they removed
the pins Wang Fusheng had inserted into her breasts one by one, and untied the electrical wires that were strangling her breasts. The excruciating pain from removing the pins and loosening the wires
caused her body to tremble in waves, gradually regaining her ability to utter low, indistinct moans. Even her tightly closed eyelids and eyelashes
began to tremble. Zhu Wu then expertly administered a stimulant injection to her left upper arm, at which point she began to
hum softly, her starry eyes slightly opening, and she slowly shook her head. Finally, she lifted her head from the wet ground, opening her
large , watery almond-shaped eyes to look at me and Wang Fusheng. That look made my heart tremble! Wang Fusheng, however, nonchalantly
smoked his cigarette and said to her, "How about it? Can your breasts withstand another round? This
'Master Bu' from the county's special investigation team is here specifically for your 'flower case.' If you don't confess honestly today, the torture won't end!" She slumped weakly
to the ground again, her vacant eyes staring blankly at the rafters, large tears streaming from her long eyelashes. She said
softly , "I'll confess! I'll confess to who I slept with! I'll confess everything!"

Wang Fusheng slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "I knew you'd pull this! You
know perfectly well won't confess yourself, but you want us to name names? Your sharp tongue is too hateful; you have to be beaten!"
He ordered his thugs to grab her by the braid, lift her upper body off the ground again, and use the sole of one of her tennis shoes, which she had worn off,
to repeatedly slap her face. He loudly counted the slaps with each strike. He beat her forty times before
stopping. Her cheeks were flushed red from the beating, and she sobbed, but remained silent.

Ding Yanfang looked utterly pitiful at that moment, wearing only a bright red pair of briefs, her wet
hair cascading over her bruised face, a picture of utter despair. Her breasts, which had been bruised purple from the electrical wire, had faded considerably, but were now noticeably swollen
and red . Blood continued to seep from the needle marks, slowly trickling
down her fair chest, with two streaks of blood running down into her tight-fitting trousers. I was genuinely afraid that Wang Fusheng, in a fit of anger,
would give her another beating, which seemed incredibly cruel to such a frail girl.

Although Wang Fusheng was truly furious, he didn't give her another "red embroidered ball" (he later explained to me
that the same form of torture is much less effective when used consecutively). Instead, he coldly said, "Fine, fine, aren't you
afraid of being spanked? Today I'll spank you until you're terrified!" He ordered his thugs to press her upper body face down on the ground,
completely removing her underwear, leaving her naked and prone on the concrete floor. Because her arms were tied to
a wooden pole , she couldn't turn over at all. She could only helplessly watch as the two thugs swung bamboo sticks, about a meter long, slapping
and striking her bare buttocks. They slowly counted the blows, hitting every part of her body from her waist
down . Each strike was severe, causing her to writhe in pain, her naked lower body twisting, her legs occasionally bending
so that they thumped against the concrete floor like drums. After more than forty blows, she began to scream, her screams growing more
and more miserable. They beat her over eighty times until she cried out, "It hurts so much! Stop hitting me! Have mercy!"
But when asked who else she had slept with, she still refused to say. So, they
tied hoisted her feet off the ground, and then whipped the soles of her bare feet with short wooden sticks. She
screamed in pain, her naked body writhing like a large, live fish. She cried and begged for mercy again, but Wang Fusheng said, "If you
don't confess which other men you've slept with, don't expect to be spared!" He ordered the thugs to turn her over, belly up,
with her legs raised high, and then whipped her lower abdomen from her navel to her knees
and the front of her thighs with tree branches soaked in a pool. Her body bounced upwards with each scream. Then they ordered more people to whip her.
The skin on her thighs hadn't yet changed color. To prevent her from going into shock from the pain, Wang Fusheng personally poured
cold water on her face, spoonful by spoonful. The sounds of whipping, crying, shouting, and laughter filled the powder room, driving one to madness! More and more tree branches
broke , and she finally couldn't endure the beating any longer, crying out, "I confess!! I confess!! I
slept with Wang Yongnian—!"

The torture stopped, and Ding Yanfang was untied. Exhausted, she crawled on the ground, pitifully begging for
some water. Zhu Wu said, "This kind of lowly bone only deserves to drink urine!" He brought over an earthenware basin, and the people in the room
urinated into it in front of her, forcing her to drink like an animal. She was so thirsty that she didn't care about anything else, and actually gulped down half a basin before regaining
some strength. She knelt before the table and began to confess to her affair with Wang Yongnian. This young girl,
naked , looked as if she were wearing a purple-trimmed red bra and red striped tight pants due to the torture. She said that after she
had a sexual relationship with Liu Chenglin,
a member of the "Four Cleanups" work team, someone reported it to the commune. Wang Yongnian, then a police assistant, came to the team to investigate and spoke with her privately. He said that her family was using women to corrupt work team members in order to conceal their rich peasant background, and that
this was a serious problem. If she wanted to keep it quiet, she had to sleep with Wang Yongnian. He raped her four times. She cried and said that Wang Yongnian threatened her
at the time , saying that if she reported him, he would definitely add
the charge of falsely accusing commune cadres, since she already had a problem with her own conduct. Later, when Wang Yongnian was transferred to the county public security bureau, she dared not mention sleeping with him again.

Wang Fusheng didn't believe her. He slammed his hand on the table and said, "I knew you'd pull this again, saying
you were forced to do it, right?" She hurriedly said, "No, no, no! I was scared, I slept with him
willingly ." Wang Fusheng pressed her further, "Then did you seduce him? Tell me!!" She
sobbed, "I really didn't seduce him, how could I dare!" Wang Fusheng sneered, "You shameless
wretch who won't confess even after being beaten, how much of what you say can be believed? You try and see if I can make you honest today!" He
then began to torture her again. This time, he first tied her ankles tightly, then made her hug her calves and tie her wrists to the front of her legs. Then
he inserted a pole between her forearm and the back of her knee, placing both ends of the pole against the sides of the cement pool, so that she
was curled up, naked, and hanging upside down on the pole, her half-loose braid dragging in the water. The water level in the pool reached her hairline.
He said, "Now you're a little more clear-headed, aren't you? Tell me properly how you did 'that' with Wang Yongnian the first time." With her
head submerged in the water, she tearfully recounted how Wang Yongnian had told her to take off her pants and lie down on the kang (heated brick bed) first, and she dared not
disobey pants and got on the kang first, and you still won't admit that you seduced me?" He
pushed her feet away, and her face was submerged in the water. Soon, she couldn't breathe and bubbles started to rise to her head, her whole body
convulsing from choking on water. As soon as Wang Fusheng let go, her face surfaced again. She gasped for breath, desperately
shouting, "Injustice! Injustice!" Wang Fusheng grinned maliciously and submerged her mouth and nose back into the water, causing her
fingers and toes to curl up in pain. Once her face was back above the water, she spit out water, screaming pitifully,
"Kill me! Don't torture me!" Wang Fusheng chuckled and said, "Want to die? Just drink more water."
He then submerged her face again. She swallowed several mouthfuls of water, but choked again, involuntarily struggling
violently to lift her face above the water. She was tortured like this six times until she completely lost control,
screaming wildly in a daze, "Spare me! I'll confess to everything! Spare me—!" When asked what she would confess to, she said,
"I confess to seducing Wang Yongnian, I confess to seducing Liu Yulin, I confess everything! Spare me—!" Only then was she
lifted off the edge of the powder pool, the carrying pole removed, the ropes untied, and she lay naked on the ground, coughing and
sobbing, pressing her fingerprint on the interrogation record. Wang Fusheng said, "You don't need to play dead. Tomorrow you'll write me
a confession, detailing how you seduced Liu Yulin and Wang Yongnian, one by one. Confess who else you slept
with. You also need to completely confess your motives for seducing the work team and commune cadres. Otherwise,
tomorrow night I'll let you experience even more severe torture!" He ordered his thugs to drag her into the inner room and throw her onto the kang (heated brick bed). He forced three
sleeping pills down her throat and assigned a thug to keep watch over her to prevent her from committing suicide. She groaned and thrashed about on the kang (heated brick bed) in the inner room
for a while, then fell silent. Her little red underwear was taken to the inner room and hung on a pole above the edge of the kang to
dry, while Wang Fusheng picked up her two white shoes and placed them on the table, playing with them.

The interrogation of Ding Yanfang took more than an hour and was over, much to Wang Fusheng's delight. He insisted that Yang Xiuzhi
be interrogated that night as well, and that Ding Yanfang be thoroughly interrogated the next day. He jokingly said, "Old Zhu, don't feel sorry for her!" Zhu Wu said
, "What's there to feel sorry for? It's more fun to give her a good beating every few days! But how about letting her come to court today
dressed ? I don't like seeing these young women all naked all the time." So he ordered
two thugs to take Yang Xiuzhi directly from Zhu Wu's room to the powder room. She had changed into a light blue cloth shirt, black silk
trousers, a red ribbon tied in her braid, and a pair of small pink satin shoes, dressed quite seductively.
After
, kowtows toentering the room Grandpa!" She then kowtowed twice, pleading, "I confess everything, please have mercy and spare my punishment, Grandpa!"
However, she still couldn't escape being grabbed by the braid and slapped twenty times with the sole of Ding Yanfang's rubber shoe, then her pants were pulled down and
she was given twenty strokes of the cane. I noticed the executioner wasn't hitting her very hard, but she screamed in a high-pitched voice, "Ouch, ouch, it hurts
!" She twisted her slender body back and forth, shouting in high and low voices, "Grandpa, have mercy! I
confess everything! It hurts so much! Please spare me!" Everyone in the room watched her provocative
performance as if it were a variety show. After the caneing, Wang Fusheng directly asked her if Wang Yongnian had expressed any intention to marry her.
She immediately admitted it, adding that after Wang Yongnian was transferred to the county, he came back to the commune wanting to play with her again. She said, "You can play
with me and then leave, but I won't let you play with me again unless you marry me." Wang immediately said that if she stopped
having affairs, he would marry her. He also managed to transfer her to work in the county. Later, he even gave her a cool, lightweight jacket
and a pair of fashionable white sandals. He even took her to the county for a visit. But then the Cultural Revolution started, and she was dragged out to be struggled against alongside
the commune secretary. She went to the county to ask Wang Yongnian for help, but he only gave her perfunctory responses and didn't really care. So,
during her trial in the commune, she revealed Wang's affair. She also said that she knew Wang Yongnian was lying when he said he wanted to marry her,
so hadn't confessed to it. But Zhu Wu said that no matter the reason, not confessing was dishonest and
she had to be tortured. She cried and begged for mercy, but she was still tortured with finger-crushing devices.
After being spanked, she wasn't allowed to pull up her pants. As soon as the
finger
-crushing began, she screamed like a pig being slaughtered, vigorously twisting her white, tender buttocks, now marked with red welts. Zhu Wu then ordered another twenty strokes. One of the thugs used a small hammer to strike both sides of the finger-crushing device. Tears and snot streamed down her face as she cried, "Oh God! I can't resist anymore! I won't do it again
! I'll behave!" And without any shame, she forcefully urinated, causing the surrounding thugs
to burst into laughter . I, however, suspected she was still acting. Because her account differed from Wang Yongnian's, I asked
her if Wang Yongnian knew she was a slut when they met, and when he proposed marriage. If she didn't tell
the truth , she would be tortured again immediately. Only then did she become truly frightened, trembling uncontrollably, swearing that Wang Yongnian had indeed
known about her affair with the commune's deputy secretary before using that as leverage to make demands of her.当时根本没说过要娶
她。而且把经过情节细说了一遍。我忽然转念，又问她王永年领她进县城干了些
什幺？她怕我不信她的话，把进城逛商店、看戏、到宿舍喝酒、做爱都细说了一
遍，和王永年交代材料上写的基本一致。我突然一拍桌子说：“说！还干什幺了？”
她忽然紧张起来，脸一阵红一阵白的，结结巴巴地说：“再、再没、没干啥呀。”
我觉得这里有问题，就抓只鞋用鞋底在桌上重重一拍，大声喝道：“我看你就是
不老实，拉下去给我好生揍她二十大板！”

打手们见我发了脾气，不敢不来点真的了，把她重新放倒在地上，实辣辣打
了二十板子。她的屁股立时就红肿不堪了。她真的惨叫起来，不一会嗓子就喊哑
了，痛出一身大汗。 Seeing that it was getting late, I said to her, "Tonight I'll just let you have a taste. I
'll give you a day to think it over carefully and decide whether to tell the truth or not. If you don't confess by tomorrow night, I won't let you off!"
I then suggested to Wang and Zhu that she be put in jail immediately. Wang and Zhu both sensed that she was hiding something, and
not knowing if I had any leads, they ordered her to be stripped naked in court, leaving her only in a pair of red underwear. They also
put her in the white tennis shoes left by Ding Yanfang and sent her to the livestock shed.

After leaving the flour mill, Wang Fusheng and I went to Zhu Wu's room for a while and had a brief talk. I said that Wang Yongnian
's problem was very complicated, and Yang Xiuzhi might be someone who knew the truth. We should start from there and hoped that they would give us their strong support.
Zhu Wu readily agreed, saying, "The bigger picture is what matters. We'll fully support the county's mass organizations. If needed, you can
take Yang Xiuzhi with you; I can also try something different." Wang Fusheng said that Chang Shuxiang, who arrived last night, was
quite pretty , and with some training, she might be even better than Yang Xiuzhi. He suggested trying her out tonight and testing her.

Seven, the next night, after returning to my room

, I was already yawning and had no interest in dealing with Chang Shuxiang anymore. Wang and Zhu
tactfully advised me to go back to my room. Zhu Wu even said with a wicked smile, "Brother, are you eager to meet that wild girl who practices martial arts?
Go ahead, go ahead!"

It was already midnight when I got back to my room, and Zhang Yuxia was still waiting for me in her martial arts attire. She was surprisingly
docile , asking if I wanted to take a bath, and whether I wanted to drink first or get on the kang (heated brick bed). I said I wouldn't take a bath, but I wanted to drink. She then
untied her martial arts belt and sat on the edge of the kang to drink with me. She first respectfully offered me a glass of wine, then
downed her own in one gulp, saying that no one in the entire commune had martial arts skills as good as mine. She asked who I learned from, trying to get on my
good side . I took the opportunity to ask about her background. She said she was from the city. Her mother died early, and her father was an alcoholic who would beat and
verbally abuse her when drunk. She met a group of young people her age in society and became their apprentice. From the age of fourteen, two years later,
she became the third of the famous "White Shoes Three Sisters" of the "South City Gang." Even the men were afraid of her in fights.
She had been detained twice for injuring someone in a brawl. She was raped by the guards in the detention center. After her release, she
also had affairs with male thugs in the gang. However, her family were laborers, and she also participated in a rebel organization. She even earned "
merits . Therefore, the school never dared to expel her. She had been sent to the countryside earlier this year and met
people from the commune's mass organization at the market. They saw her wearing white shoes in early spring and thought she was indecent, so they detained her and tried to harass her. She
fought back and injured two young men. She was arrested by armed militia sent by the commune and severely tortured in a mass detention center, forced
to confess to being a hooligan. She refused and was forcibly taken to the health center for a vaginal examination, which revealed she was no longer a virgin. They sent people to the city
to investigate, and she was repeatedly interrogated until finally, she was definitively identified as a member of a hooligan gang, a "loose woman," and was among the first to be sent
here for labor reform.

She had a good tolerance for alcohol; her face flushed red, and
she was willing to say anything. She said she and the famous "Little White Dragon" of the "South City Gang" were martial arts brothers and sisters. "Little White Dragon" was skilled in martial arts and handsome, and the two were very close. Initially, she
had been very disciplined in her sexual relationships and had never been promiscuous with him. However, after being knocked unconscious by an electric baton in the detention center, she lost her virginity and
felt very sorry for "Little White Dragon." But he didn't care at all and still cherished her, so she gave herself to him.
With tears welling in her large eyes, she said, "Believe it or not, I've never done
'that' with anyone else except him!" But "Little White Dragon" had killed someone in a fight and was arrested and executed last winter. She was heartbroken
and wouldn't allow any other man near her. "I always wear white shoes to mourn him. Wearing these shoes reminds me of
practicing martial arts with him in the mornings—I just want to go back to that time!" She downed another cup of wine.

This time, when she was arrested at the commune, they were afraid she knew martial arts, so they made her wear a
shackle around her neck with her hands and feet bound together. During her interrogation, she was subjected to severe torture, including being pressed down with a lever, having her armpits burned, and having her breasts branded. She was also stripped naked and hung up
like a duck swimming, with weights dangling from her nipples as punishment. After labeling her a "broken shoe," the head of the special task force and
the young man she had injured tied her hands and feet to two carrying poles, and the five of them gang-raped her all night before bringing her
here. Here, she wasn't as good at farm work as the other female prisoners, so she was often beaten and punished. But the guards didn't dare
choose her to spend the night with them. Only Zhu Wu got her drunk and had sex with her all night. Wang Fusheng tied her hands behind her
back and tried to have sex with her, but she kneed him squarely in the groin. As a result, she got a severe beating on her buttocks and was forced to sit in the cangue
all day, but she never begged for mercy. But she said to me, "I see you have a handsome face
and great skills. It reminds me of Brother White Dragon. Today I'm really going to have a good time with you! How about it?" As she spoke,
she took off her clothes and pants. I saw a dark stain on the crotch of her red underwear and asked her if she was menstruating.
She said embarrassedly, "It started yesterday, and it hasn't stopped today." I said, "Then I can't do it, it's too mean!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she said, "Brother Bu, you're such a good person! I'm willing to risk everything, even have my cunt pounded!" She
then pressed herself against me and hugged me. I pushed her away, saying, "I can't be so shameless!" She plopped down on the kang mat,
then jumped up with a loud cry of pain, as if her buttocks were burning hot. It turned out she had severe injuries to her buttocks; both buttocks
were swollen and purple. She said it was the result of being beaten for not keeping up with the pace of hoeing the day before. Looking closely, I saw many branding marks and whip marks all over her body; she
looked pitiful. She then pulled off the rubber band from her waistband to show me several round, dark brown marks on her lower abdomen
, saying they were left from being shoved with an electric baton in the detention center. She said, "Every poke causes a mistake, it's so painful! I want to fuck your
grandma!!" I said, "Looking at all your injuries, I can't bear to do it to you. Take off your shoes, lie down, and get some sleep
." She wasn't angry, and obediently took off her shoes, washed her feet, and told me while washing her feet that one of the biggest hardships in the labor
camp was wearing these canvas rubber shoes in the sweltering heat. They had to wear them all day, and they weren't allowed to take them off even when sleeping at night,
because the soles of the shoes would become sticky and burn their feet. If someone secretly took off their shoes at night, or kicked them off in their sleep, and
was discovered by the night watchmen, they would be dragged out of the cave and beaten.

"They not only beat my buttocks, but also my bare feet! That pain was even more unbearable than being beaten on the buttocks! My feet were swollen, making it
even harder to work." I heard from other female prisoners that most of those who stayed overnight were allowed to take off their shoes, but some weren't. She basically
didn't stay overnight, and every night before going into the cave to sleep, she had to tighten her shoelaces, afraid that she would kick off her shoes in her sleep.
Finally , she showed me the scars on the soles of her feet, saying they were burned by cigarette butts during her interrogation at the commune. It seemed she
had truly suffered.

After washing her feet, she shuffled outside to splash some water, then went back inside and lay down on the kang (heated brick bed). Barefoot, she
curled up in my arms like a little baby and soon fell into a deep sleep. I lay pressed against the almost completely naked
body of a young woman, my whole body burning, my thighs tight, unable to sleep for a long time. A short while later,
shouts and a woman's cries came from the direction of the cave dwelling. I pulled back the curtain of the back window and saw a night watchman dragging a female prisoner
out of a cave dwelling at the east end. I went out to see what was happening.

At this moment, Zhu Wu and another thug also came out. The night watchman reported to Zhu Wu that the female prisoner was lying on the
floor, one hand rubbing her breasts, the other fiddling with her groin, moaning softly—she was definitely
masturbating. He then slapped her several times. Under the moonlight, I saw it was indeed the
young woman with braided pigtails who had come from afar! Remembering her claim of being with seven wild men, she must be a woman of extraordinary lust. Zhu Wu
chuckled and touched her crotch, saying, "It's all wet and sticky, quite the slut!" She cried
, "I was asleep! I didn't mean it!" Zhu Wu ignored her pleas, saying, "You
shameless little whore! Your cunt itches if it's not fucked for a day, you need to be properly treated!" He forced her to lie on her back in
the middle of the gravel field, pulled off her underwear, bent her knees and spread her legs, making sure both heels of her shoes touched her bare buttocks. Then he tied her hands
behind her back with rope, fastening them to her ankles. He ordered his henchmen to bring a large eggplant from the kitchen and forcefully shoved it into her vagina
. He said, "Are you comfortable now?" He then brought two bags of grain, each weighing fifty jin, placing one on her
stomach and the other on her chest. He pressed down on her until she was panting, forbidding her to make a sound and disturbing everyone's sleep.
Then he went back to his room.

I returned to my room at 1:50. Zhang Yuxia was fast asleep, wearing only a pair of red underwear. Having
witnessed such a stimulating scene, and seeing such a beautiful young girl's body under the moonlight, I trembled all over,
almost too afraid to get on the bed, feeling extremely uncomfortable. After sitting for a while, I felt a little calmer, but as soon as I lay down, feeling
the breath and warmth of that girl's body, I became excited again. Seeing the figure of Yang Shuxiang suffering torture through the gap in the curtains, I became even more
unable to control myself, and I ejaculated again!

VIII. On the morning of the third day,

because I was thinking about Yang Shuxiang's ordeal, I woke up at 5:00 AM when the whistle blew. Zhang Yuxia was still fast asleep,
snoring softly. At 5:30, the whistle blew again, and the female prisoners lined up in a row in the open space. At Zhu Wu
's command, each woman, still wearing only bright red underwear and white sneakers, assumed the standard
"jet plane" posture of apology. The thugs checked each one to see if their bend exceeded ninety degrees, if their legs were straight,
if their arms were raised high enough, and if their heads were bowed to the required degree. They whipped
the women deemed to have improper posture with belts and urged them to line up properly. Looking at the back of the line, I saw
rows of neatly combed braids and flowing black hair above a row of white shoes. Above them were rows of
round raised buttocks barely contained by their red underwear. I felt another intense urge. Zhu Wu shouted,
"Please forgive me!" and they chanted in unison in their sweet, delicate voices: "I—am—a—loose woman, I—should—be—under—rule—! Obey—
discipline—and—thoroughly—confess! Deeply—touched—my—soul, I—must—be—honestly—into—labor reform!" They repeated this three times before
ending their daily "morning confession" ritual, returning to their standing-at-attention posture to listen to Zhu Wu's lecture.

Then, Zhu Wu publicly announced Chang Shuxiang's crime of masturbation the previous night, ordered someone to remove the bag, and
twisted the eggplant still inserted in her vagina. Chang Shuxiang, already half-dead from the torture, suddenly
experienced sexual arousal. Zhu Wu then whipped her bare belly with a belt, and she screamed
, "Oh my god! I won't do it again! It hurts so much—!" She kept waving her two white-shoe-clad feet. Zhu Wu said
, "You're quite the slut, aren't you? You weren't satisfied after all night? Let me give you your fill!" He ordered his thugs to drag her to the livestock shed, with an eggplant still stuck in her
vagina .

Curious, I followed them to the converted livestock shed, which had been used as a solitary confinement cell. There, I saw
Yang Xiuzhi , sitting in a large wooden cangue. She had been beaten twice the night before, the second beating
particularly severe. Afterwards, she was brought to sit on the damp, cold ground. On her thighs, barely covered by her underwear, the swollen welts
had turned into dark purple, raised strips. Because her legs were trapped in foot braces, her injured buttocks couldn't
move, and she could only endure the endless, crushing pain. Although she was drowsy, the pain kept her awake.
As soon as she saw me, she begged for mercy. I ignored her.

Returning from the livestock shed, Zhu Wu asked me about my night with Zhang Yuxia. I boasted that I'd completely won her over
, giving him a long, rambling story. I even teased him, saying he was a soldier too, only knowing how to use alcohol to seduce women, not how to use his skills to make
them willingly offer themselves. Zhu Wu blushed and awkwardly accompanied me to my room to check on Zhang Yuxia. She was still
fast asleep , but her crotch was soaked, and she was already wearing white sneakers. And she had already...
They were chained. Seeing this, Zhu Wu said, "Brother Bu, I admire you. Whoever you want tonight, I'll make sure
you're satisfied." He then dragged me to the river to watch the female prisoners bathe.

In this labor camp, the female prisoners' bathing, washing clothes, and shoe-washing were originally scheduled after roll call,
because after a day's work, they were always sweaty and smelly. They weren't energetic enough for night duty, so they all needed to bathe before going to bed. Therefore
, a system was established where everyone bathed together after roll call. The collective bathing and naked washing of clothes and shoes by the female prisoners gave the guards
a chance to admire a large group of naked young women. After the summer heat began, Wang Fusheng advocated that the female prisoners
bathe , and only give a simple wash after roll call. His reasoning was that the river water was warm from the sun at night
, which was too easy on these "broken shoes." The stream water was cool in the morning, so bathing was also a form of punishment. "It can really wake these sluts
up and touch their souls!"

Thus, I saw for the first time about thirty young women completely naked. The female prisoners' bathing was also
"military-style." Upon reaching the riverbank, at a command, they would place their clothes from the previous day on the shore, and
simultaneously remove their red underpants, but were not allowed to remove their shoes to prevent their feet from being cut by the river stones. At another command, each
holding their red underpants, they would all enter the river. They chose a spot where the water was only knee-deep, allowing the guards
to fully appreciate the sight of these naked women bathing. Each of them used their red underpants as towels to wash their entire bodies,
including their faces and hair. At another command, they would all come ashore, stand in a line, and
be inspected . The newcomer, Qiu Yueying, probably thought the underpants were too dirty and didn't wipe her face, was scolded
, and had her face roughly wiped with the wet underpants of two other female prisoners. After checking the underpants in the buttocks and groins of several other female prisoners
, her underpants were forcibly shoved into her mouth as punishment. Two more female prisoners were selected, and their chests, shoulders, and
inner thighs were scrubbed and rubbed to check for mud streaks. One prisoner with mud streaks was deemed not to be clean enough and was dragged to
the riverbank . A shoe-cleaning brush dipped in river water was used to scrub her tender skin, which was then twisted and beaten until she cried
out and begged for mercy. At another command, all the female prisoners squatted or knelt by the riverbank and began washing their clothes. After wringing them dry,
they were laid out to dry on the sandy bank. Then, each prisoner took off their white shoes with a brush, washed their feet, and then brushed the shoes. After brushing
their shoes, they returned naked to the front of the cave dwelling, carrying their shoes, and took the dried pair into the cave. They then put on the white shoes that had been on
their own beds and changed into the clothes they had retrieved from the riverbank the night before.

Thus, these female prisoners were left naked for about an hour, subjected to the arbitrary humiliation of the guards. Zhu Wu said
this was a ritual of "washing away the filth," a public display, and a touch to the soul. But from what I observed, most of the female prisoners had lost all sense of shame in the face of this humiliation. They showed
neither blushing nor any embarrassment. Their calves and arms were tanned dark,
while the areas sheltered from the sun appeared even whiter, making them look like athletes in light-colored tight-fitting shirts and white shoes from a distance. Upon closer inspection,
the injuries on their naked bodies were clearly visible. Many of the female prisoners had scars of varying colors and shades on their buttocks.
Qiu Yuefang's buttocks were a striking shade of liver. One woman in her thirties with short hair
had several scabs on her plump buttocks, two of which revealed bright red cuts—a truly unsightly sight.

I returned to the room; Zhang Yuxia was
still , I couldn't control myself and covered her with a shirt. She chuckled and
sat up abruptly, her eyes wide open. She said she had been awake for a while. Seeing me go to the court to deal with the newly arrived young widow,
she wore white sneakers to avoid being questioned by Zhu Wu, and even sprinkled some wash water in her crotch, which fooled him. I dressed her
and led her to the small canteen for breakfast. It was steamed buns, porridge, eggs, and meat dishes—much better than the gruel and pickled vegetables
the female prisoners ate. She ate a lot, enjoying it very much.

Zhu Wu had replaced her with a younger, more alluring waitress. She wore two long braids,
a sky-blue silk dress, and white sneakers. Two large, bright pink bows were tied at the base of her braids, making her
stand out . She served me porridge, accidentally spilling some. Zhu Wu got angry and threatened to spank her. She cried and knelt on the ground.
I said it was alright, and helped her up, but she wouldn't get up. I then pleaded with Zhu Wu on her behalf. Zhu Wu laughed and said, "
Li Xiuhuan, you're lucky. I think Master Bu has taken a liking to you. I'll spare you this time, but tonight you'll go keep Master Bu company
and make amends!"

Nine, On the third day,

after breakfast, I felt sleepy again. I went back to my room and took a long nap. Zhang Yuxia was still serving me. When I woke up,
I saw her washing my clothes. The clean and dried shoes and clothes were neatly folded. There were also
several . I offered her some, but she said she dared not. She said the melons in the melon patch were only for the guards and to give away. A few days ago
, while working in the melon patch, a female prisoner stole one. When she was caught, she was forced to crawl between the legs during roll call,
her pants were pulled down, and she was beaten with a wet rope until her buttocks were covered in blood. The blood flowed down her legs and into her white shoes, staining them red—it was terrifying!
I said I'd let her eat some, and then it would be fine. She took one and started eating it. Just then, Wang Fusheng came, and I said I'd let her
eat it, so you can't punish her. Wang Fusheng chuckled and said, "Third Sister, you'll keep me company for a good night's fun tomorrow, and I'll reward
you with a basket of melons." He then touched the back of her neck and said, "Your mouth smells so good, let me kiss you."
He then hugged her and smacked her on the cheek. Zhang Yuxia's face immediately darkened, but she didn't dare to retaliate. She blinked and said, "
Your Highness , I'll take a bite too!" She then hugged his neck and kissed
him on the face, smearing his face with saliva, melon pulp, and melon seeds. Wang wasn't angry; he laughed and said, "Good! You've improved! Master Bu knows how to manage people. If
you manage this little wild horse well, everyone will be able to ride it!—This bowl of melons is yours to eat, Master Bu and I have
business to attend to." He then pulled me into his room.

Once inside Wang Fusheng's room, he sent Qin Hong to the kitchen to help with chores and talked to me about the investigation. He asked what my plans were for
Yang Xiuzhi . I said, judging from her behavior last night, she might have other schemes in the county. Wang Yongnian
might also be a pimp. Wang Fusheng thought my analysis made sense. But it
would be troublesome if it implicated those currently in power in the county. I said, the situation in the county is very complicated now, with fierce factional struggles, otherwise Wang
Yongnian wouldn't have fallen. If Wang Yongnian really is a pimp, those involved might be from the same faction. If he's on the right track,
he could have done a great service. Besides, I'll handle this case. If something goes wrong, firstly, we can say Tian Xiuzhi framed him,
and secondly we can pin the blame on me. Wang Fusheng won't be in serious trouble. Wang Fusheng said that's right. That night, you were the presiding judge,
and we followed your orders. He also said that Ding Yanfang woke up around nine o'clock today, but she just cried, didn't eat, and wouldn't write anything.
"Dai," asked me if I meant to torture her again. I said, "I think Ding Yanfang's confession last night was more credible before she was hung up and ate water,
but later it might have been a fabrication. We can't just believe Wang Yongnian's side of the story. Wang Yongnian has fallen from power, and he might be afraid Ding Yanfang
would implicate him, so he confessed first. But saying Ding Yanfang actively seduced him could be to lessen her punishment. If it was
coerced, his problem would be serious. My main purpose is to investigate Wang Yongnian. So Ding Yanfang
's earlier confession is also useful. I don't necessarily
need . Interrogation records alone are not enough. I can talk to her this afternoon. If she refuses to write any confession,
then we'll have to consider further torture." After my afternoon nap, Wang Fusheng and I went to the flour mill. We saw Chang Shuxiang and Yang Xiuzhi
still in the animal shed, wearing shackles. Yang Xiuzhi had been sitting there for sixteen or seventeen hours, slumped over, drenched in sweat, and
utterly exhausted. She was groaning like someone seriously ill. When she saw us, she cried and begged for mercy. But when I asked her if there was anything
she hadn't confessed, she hesitated and said nothing. I told her to stay seated.

Once in the powder room, Wang Fusheng said that Yang Xiuzhi was delicate and might faint or suffer heatstroke if she sat any longer,
making it difficult to conduct the trial that evening. I said we should find another way to deal with her; we couldn't let her off too easily. Wang Fusheng suggested making her
"carry a sword" in the powder room. We went to the livestock shed, removed her shackles, opened her leg guards, and dragged her to the powder room.
We made her take off her clothes, which were soaked with sweat, leaving her only in her underwear, and kneel in the corner. Wang Fusheng
skillfully tied her up in a "carry a sword" position. We told her to continue thinking carefully about what other issues she hadn't confessed. Entering the inner room,
I saw Ding Yanfang kneeling on a washboard on the floor in front of the kang (a heated brick bed), wearing only her underwear. One of the thugs was
scolding her, saying, "If you don't write this, you'll be kneeling until dark for your trial!" Her hair was disheveled, not completely dry,
and tears streamed down her face. When she saw us enter, she trembled, looking utterly pitiful. I noticed that her breasts were no longer red, but
the two purple marks from the bindings were still clearly visible, and the small, plum-blossom-like bleeding spots around her nipples had already congealed.
The areas were noticeably swollen, with many purplish-black streaks. I first asked her if she knew she would
be tortured tonight if she didn't write anything. She sobbed and nodded vigorously. I asked her why she wouldn't write, and after crying for a while, she said,
"I can't write!" I said, "You already confessed last night, just write down what you confessed." She cried and said that she
couldn't write down how she seduced him. "If you don't write down how you seduced him, it's different from what you confessed yesterday. Whether you write it or not , you'll be
tortured. There's no way out, you can't die, and you're crying so hard you can't breathe."

I said, "You were tortured last night because you didn't tell the truth before. If you had confessed to your affair with Wang Yongnian earlier,
you wouldn't have been tortured so severely. Now, when you
write
your confession, there are three things you must clearly state: First, clearly describe the facts of your affair with Wang Yongnian, one by one. Second, why you concealed it in the past. Third, what were you thinking at the time. Whether you seduced him or not, you know best in your heart. Anyway, one thing is certain:
if , then it's definitely not rape. You must clearly explain why you let him have sex with you again and again, otherwise
you will definitely be tortured again. If you don't write anything, that would be a complete overturning of the case, which is absolutely unacceptable and will
result in severe punishment." After hearing what I said, she slowly stopped crying. After a while, she struggled to her feet, supporting herself with her hands,
and said, "Then I'll write!" She moved step by step to the table, asked for paper and pen, but couldn't sit down, so she knelt
next to the stool, laid the paper on the stool, and began to write.

I asked Wang Fusheng for all of Yang Xiuzhi's materials, and also for her labor reform record, saying I wanted to study it.
Wang Fusheng gave it to me and then left. I discovered that her record was completely different from Ding Yanfang's. She had only
been to court three times, and apart from the usual beatings to the face and buttocks, she hadn't suffered any other torture. Except for spending
the night a few times, she had always been Zhu Wu's waitress. She frequently performed in shows, but never did any manual labor. Her interrogation records and
confessions, however, were extremely detailed, practically like erotic novels, full of descriptions of various sexual acts, very
vulgar . But among the guards, she had only slept with Wang Fusheng for two nights; the rest of the time, Zhu Wu was in charge. Because of Zhu Wu's favor
, her arms, legs, and face hadn't tanned much, making her particularly fair and delicate among the female prisoners. I wasn't sure what kind of
torture I could use to get her to confess to something crucial without making her unable to bear it. So I went through the torture records of other female prisoners.
I discovered that the torture methods here were incredibly varied. Besides those that Sang Yujuan and Zhang Yuxia had mentioned, there were also named tortures like
"using a clamp," "hitting with a hammer," "putting a head clamp," "pinching the neck tendons," "rolling in a flower basket," "pulling a bow," "carrying
a bench on your back," "sitting on a wine bottle," "carrying bricks," "balancing an incense burner on your head," "lifting a pole," "
lifting sorghum stalks," "standing on a triangle," "wearing wooden boots," "sleeping on a board of nails," "pricking fingers," "eating ribs," "making dumplings,"
"pouring out spicy water," "inflating," "applying eye drops," "fuming with horse manure," "pressing a sack"... There were many of these that I
didn't understand at all.

At this moment, Wang Fusheng returned and brought a pair of worn-out white size 36 wrestler shoes for Yang Xiuzhi to wear. As
soon as she moved, her arms, which were bound behind her back, stretched and she groaned. The shoes were too small for her feet; Wang Fusheng had forced them on,
clearly a form of punishment called "wearing small shoes." I asked him what the specific punishments I didn't understand were all about. He
glanced at Yang Xiuzhi and deliberately sat down in the outer room to explain, hoping to intimidate her. Apparently, "head
clamp" involved binding the forehead with a cloth strip and inserting a wooden stick to tighten it. "Rolling in a flower basket" involved binding the female prisoner into a large
basket and rolling her around. "Pulling the bow" involved making the female prisoner lie face down on the ground, her hands and feet bound with hemp rope,
while two people stood and stretched the ropes back and forth; when stretched tight, the prisoner's body lifted off the ground, and when released, she fell back down.
"Back bench" involved the female prisoner lying supine on a bench, her armpits and above her knees bound with hemp rope, and bricks inserted into her lower back.
"Sitting on a wine bottle" involved taking off her pants, binding her hands behind her back, and sitting on the mouth of an upright wine bottle, forcing the bottle's opening into her anus. "Carrying bricks" meant that the female prisoner
supported herself with her fingers and toes while carrying bricks on her back. "Balancing an incense burner" meant kneeling with a copper incense burner upside down on her head. "Lifting a pole" meant kneeling while holding a large wooden pole high with both hands. "Lifting a sorghum stalk" meant stretching her arms forward and holding a sorghum stalk horizontally while riding a horse. "Standing on a triangle iron" meant standing barefoot on the edge of a triangle iron. "Wearing wooden boots" meant squeezing the female prisoner's feet with ropes tied to three hollow pieces of wood. "Sleeping on a nail board" meant making the female prisoner lie on a wooden board studded with dense nails... He also proactively described several other forms of torture, such as "piercing pig bristles," which involved inserting pig bristles into the female prisoner's nipples. "When they're stirred inside, it's worse than death!" he said, giving Yang Xiuying a fierce look. She was terrified and stammered. He then explained that if thin copper wires were used to pierce the nipples and electricity was applied to the wires, it would be even worse than pig bristles.

The ordeal became even more unbearable, and Yang Xiuzhi burst into sobs. He then introduced a method called "eating garlic eggplant," which involved first inserting a spoonful of minced garlic into
her vagina , then shoving and stirring an eggplant around inside. Yang Xiuzhi cried with snot and tears
streaming down her face, pleading, "I've confessed everything! Spare my life! I can't take this torture! My arms
are about to break! Loosen the ropes! Please!" She then begged me, "Master Bu, Master Bu! Tonight I'll
let you fuck me as hard as you want, I promise I'll serve you to your satisfaction! Please, just let me go!"

I was enraged by her blatant shamelessness. I thought she was a complete whore,
seducing the guards even in the labor camp, so she hadn't suffered much. She was the one who needed to be properly disciplined.
I slapped her hard across the face twice. She screamed. At this moment, the thugs inside came out and said that Ding Yanfang
had finished writing her confession, so we went inside to see it. She had written six pages in total, and her handwriting was quite neat. She confessed to committing adultery four times.
The first time was at her house, where her father was feeding livestock and living in the team's quarters. Wang Yongnian came to her house after dinner to talk to her,
and then made her get on the kang (a heated brick bed) and take off her clothes, and then
he had sex with her violently. He also said that one time wasn't enough, and that she should dress up beautifully and wait for him at home the next day. He came again at night, first kissing her and groping her, and then said that it was too good for her not to be
criticized, and that even if it wasn't a public criticism, he still wanted her to know how serious it was. He made her kneel on the ground to confess first, and then take off one of her tennis
shoes and slap herself in the face. Then he punished her by making her sit in the jet position, and he grabbed her long braid and scolded her, and then made her take off her
pants so that he could hit her bare buttocks with the sole of his tennis shoe. While hitting her, he asked her if she was afraid of being publicly criticized and humiliated like this.
She was extremely ashamed and said she was. He made her get on the kang (heated brick bed) and fucked her hard again. One time wasn't enough; he taught her to
"raise her thighs high, put her calves on his shoulders,
bend over, and let him fuck her again." While fucking her, he told her she didn't know how to "grain" (a euphemism for sexual activity), teaching her to squeeze her thighs together, twist her waist, and bounce her buttocks, and to moan and beg for mercy. If she didn't learn
well, he would hit and pinch her. He fucked her three times in a row before he was done. Afterwards, she went to the commune market and met Wang Yongnian again.
Wang led her to an empty room in the commune's backyard and told her to "bend over deeply, split her legs, and stand there. He fucked me again from behind like an animal
mating ." In the autumn, when a movie was being shown in the farm, Wang Yongnian
cornered her again, leading her to a wooded area behind the mountain. He made her stand opposite him, have her hug his neck, and hold her buttocks
while he bounced her off the ground. After each encounter, Wang would ask her, "Was it enjoyable?" He would then say, "If you don't want to be happy anymore and are willing
to be exposed and punished, then go ahead and report me." Wang always wore a condom during their encounters, changing it after each time. He told her
not to worry about getting pregnant. The last time, he even forced her to drink the sticky fluid inside the condom. She wrote, "I agreed to his requests time and time again
because I was afraid of being exposed and punished. Reporting him would also expose me, so I dared not report him." After Liu Qing's case came to light
, the brigade interrogated her with Wang Yongnian's two cousins, and of course, she dared not implicate Wang Yongnian. Later, with repeated
interrogations, changing her confession would only lead to more suffering, especially the fear of being accused of falsely accusing officials, which would be even worse if she were sent to the county
. She also wrote a passage about her father. Because her mother died early, her father treated her exceptionally well. Her father was very stubborn.
When the work team said his class background was problematic, he said, "Old farmers just work to earn a living, and
so do the 'four categories of elements' (class enemies, nobles, and those with special social status). Class background is nobody's business." But she was afraid of Chi Gouzi's son, and Liu Qing said he could help her find
work . She was vain and wanted to repay
her father, so she started a relationship with Liu Qing. But her father was very conservative; if he found out, he would be furious. She kept her affair with Liu and Wang a secret from him. Now that her father is dead, blaming him
would be impossible to prove. But she felt that doing so would be even more inhuman.

I showed Wang Fusheng her written confession. I said, "It's well written. The events are clear,
and her thoughts are clear. There's no need for further questioning." Wang Fusheng read it and nodded. Ding Xiuyan,
trembling kneeling, nervously looked at us. Hearing my statement, she burst into tears. After discussing it with Wang Fusheng
, we dressed her and had her rest on the kang (heated brick bed) in the inner room under the supervision of a guard.

Back in the outer room, Yang Xiuzhi was still whimpering in a spoiled, coquettish voice. Seeing us, she pleaded again, "Please have mercy!
Let me go!" "Uncle Bu, you're such a good man, please have mercy and let me go!" I particularly hated Yang's wantonness and
felt an urge to torture her further. I suggested Wang Fusheng make her suffer a little more. Wang Fusheng said he'd have her perform
"lifting sorghum stalks." He brought two triangular iron rods, angled upwards, and placed them side-by-side on the landlord's back. He untied her ropes,
took off her shoes, and made her stand barefoot on the iron rods in a horse-riding squatting position. She stretched her arms forward, holding a sorghum stalk upright in each hand,
and tied the laces of her white Hercules shoes together, hanging them around her neck. He then brought a small bamboo
stick and whipped her twice, saying that if she moved, she would be beaten. Then she gave me the small bamboo stick, told me to watch her, and
went out .

Yang Xiuzhi couldn't stand like that for more than ten minutes. She begged me to let her get off the triangle iron. I
refused. She wobbled a little longer, then closed her eyes, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground. But I
used the small bamboo stick to whip her bare shoulders and thighs hard, and she jumped up and down in pain, screaming. I said,
"You don't need to play dead, get up and stand properly!" She got up and stood up again, but
shifted the position of her feet on the iron edge. After another ten minutes or so, she was covered in sweat, her legs trembled so much that she couldn't stand, and she fell to the ground again. I used
the bamboo stick to whip her plump buttocks that couldn't be covered by her bright red underwear. She twisted and turned her buttocks,
refusing to get up. She cried out, "Kill me! I really can't stand anymore!" I grabbed her braid and dragged her, but
she struggled and wouldn't get up.

10. On the third night,

Wang Fusheng came to invite me to dinner. Seeing that she was being stubborn, he suggested an easier method that didn't require supervision
. He dragged a four-foot-wide, six-foot-long wooden board from the corner of the wall, nailing it with numerous small nails,
not pointed upwards, but with small nail heads. He told Yang Xiuzhi to take off her underwear, but
to put on her white sneakers. Then he tied her feet and arms tightly to her sides. He lifted her shoulders, and
I lifted her feet, laying her face up on the board of nails. As soon as she was placed on it, she cried out in pain, but
the more she moved, the more it hurt, so she had to endure the pain and lie there obediently. Her beautiful face was contorted with pain.

When we went to dinner, the person watching Ding Yanfang also took her to eat. She was still unsteady on her feet, but
her spirits were much better. Yang Xiuzhi was left alone lying on the board of nails, calling out "Mama, Mama!" in high and low voices.

That evening, dinner was particularly lavish. Qin Hong, Li Xiuhuan, and Li Xiangqin cooked three dishes, eight plates and two large bowls per table,
ten dishes in total. The grand finale was a "Broken Shoes Apology Dance" performed by Qin Hong, Sang Yujuan, and two other girls.
It's similar to a striptease. Each person wears only a small white bra, white shoes, and red underwear. They sing and dance simultaneously.
The tune is "Nine-Nine Sunny Days," with lyrics written by Wang Fusheng. "I'm that vixen who sells her cunt, my cunt feels
soulless if I don't get fucked. Shameless, I run away like a slut, flirting and seducing men." "When the evil energy rises, I pull down my pants,
split my legs to reveal a cleavage. People on top of each other, flesh on flesh, all tangled together." "I'm a slut, my crime is inescapable,
I suffer trial and torment. My delicate skin endures severe torture, whips and boards." "Disgraceful and soul-crushing, forced
labor is my reformation. The power of the masses is great, I dare not run away like a slut again." The dance movements are, of course, very
erotic. There are many scenes of hip-swaying and leg splits. Finally, they all knelt in a row, kowtowing and pleading, "
Grandpa ! I won't dare again! Please forgive me! Please forgive me!" Wang Fusheng and the others watched their
performance with great excitement, but Zhu Wu said to me, "It's a pity Yang Xiuzhi can't dance today; she danced the best."

When we returned to the flour mill, Yang Xiuzhi was no longer lying on the nail board, but kneeling obediently on the washboard.
It was said that the guard who was watching Ding Yanfang brought Ding Yanfang back from dinner and, seeing how pitifully she was screaming, took her off the nail
board. The red marks from the nail heads pressing into her bare back, thighs, and calves were still quite noticeable.
Wang Fusheng asked me to preside over the interrogation. Following the local custom, I had the thugs first slap her forty times with the soles of their rubber shoes, then pull
down her underwear and hit her twenty times with the board, dragging her up and making her kneel naked to continue confessing her crimes. She
had ; her long, black braid was mostly undone, and she pleaded tearfully, "I've
confessed everything! Master Bu, Master Wang, Master Zhu, please spare me! I beg you!" I ordered my thugs to strip her naked
, tie her to a balance beam, and force her to kneel in the center. I then invited Wang Fusheng to demonstrate his skill of piercing her nipples with thin copper wire.
This form of torture was indeed severe. As soon as the wire entered her nipple, she thrashed violently,
screaming like a pig being slaughtered. When they pierced the second nipple, urine gushed from her lower abdomen, splashing all over the ground.
She screamed desperately, "I confess! I confess! I confess—!" I asked her what she confessed to, and she said that Wang Yongnian
had made her suck his penis and fuck her in the county. She had let him do it; she was inhuman. I said, "You still need
to honestly confess what other shameful things you've done in Qieli." She raised her neck and shouted, "There's really nothing else, just pull it out!"
I then had the thugs connect the copper wire to the hand-cranked telephone cord, and I turned the crank myself. As soon as I turned it, she
screamed and her body began to throb. The balance beam creaked and groaned. When I turned it again, she convulsed, her
eyes bulged, and she couldn't even make a sound. I stopped and asked Wang Fusheng if I could continue the torture. He smiled
and said, "Watch me!" He took the crank and slowly turned it, stopping after every half turn. She thrashed about in agony, covered in sweat, shaking her head and screaming
incessantly sometimes loud, sometimes soft. After four or five minutes of cranking, her
head finally tilted to the side.

I told the thugs to pull the copper wire out of her nipple, but Wang Fusheng said there was no need to rush and to have someone splash her with cold water to wake her
up. As she slightly opened her eyes and let out a soft moan, I threatened her, "Confess now, or I'll
shake you again!" She screamed in terror, "Don't shake me! Don't shake me! I'll confess, I'll confess! I
slept with other men in the county!" Only then did Wang Fusheng have the copper wire pulled out of her nipple, nearly causing her to faint from the pain.

When I asked her to confess, she said that the first time she went to the city, Wang Yongnian made her drink with someone in his dormitory.
The second time she went, Wang and that person took turns having sex with her. I asked her who that person was, but she said she didn't know. I said,
"You went to the county because Wang Yongnian said he wanted to marry you. How could you let a stranger have sex with you?"
This stumped her. Later, she claimed she was drunk and forced into it. Wang Fusheng didn't believe her and was about to
insert the copper wire again. I said, "Let him change things up, let him have some garlic eggplant." The thugs were very enthusiastic. Some went to the kitchen to
prepare , while others moved the "pleasure chair" to the center of the floor, making the naked Yang Xiuzhi sit on it,
spreading her bare legs 180 degrees and securing them to the chair. A moment later, they brought back a bowl of minced garlic and a large eggplant from the kitchen.
One of the thugs first inserted a piece of rubber tubing into her vagina, then
spooned the minced garlic into the tubing, using a wooden stick to push the garlic further in while simultaneously pulling the tubing out. In this way, almost half a bowl of minced garlic was pushed
into Yang Xiuzhi's vagina. This intense stimulation of the vaginal walls caused her to scream in agony again.
Her genitals involuntarily contracted, squeezing out a considerable amount of garlic. As she writhed her injured bare buttocks,
the flesh on her smooth lower abdomen could be clearly seen trembling. Then, amidst the thugs' lewd laughter and curses,
Zhu Wu stuffed the large eggplant into her vagina, completely filling her cunt. She cried out in ecstasy,
helplessly allowing these lustful men to revel in her shameful state of being violated. Some reached out and squeezed her breasts, which had just
been tortured, urging her, "Be more wanton! Be more wanton!" Others used the soles of their shoes to slap her bare buttocks from the side,
urging her, "Jump! Jump faster!" Some even forced her to call them "little daddy" or "sweetheart," while others asked her,
"Is it good?" "Can you take it?" I don't know if she was experiencing more pain than pleasure from this torture,
or if the pleasure was suppressing the pain. After twenty minutes of this torment, perhaps her vaginal walls had become numb and lost sensation,
her whole body gradually relaxed, and she was sweating profusely. Gasping for breath, she said pitifully, "Grandpa! I really
can't take it anymore! Pull it out! Spare me!" Only then did I urge her to tell me who the man was. She shook her head,
sobbing and said, "Wang Yongnian calls her Secretary Chang. He said that if I obeyed him, he could transfer my household registration to the county town. I really
don't know her, I don't know her name. You should ask Wang Yongnian!" I asked her why she hadn't confessed in the past, and she said she didn't
know how high-ranking the man was, whether he still held power, or how much power he held. Otherwise, she would be accused of false accusation, which would
be terrible . So she dared not say anything. I said, "Everyone says you're honest, but you've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve!"
I then had the thugs take turns "eating wontons" to punish her. These men, whose lust had already been aroused, were of course very
happy to do so . He reached out and pinched her naked buttocks, thighs, shoulders, and arms, especially her tender
inner thighs, stomach, and armpits. He deliberately kept pinching and twisting her, listening to her cry and beg for mercy. She pitifully
pleaded with me, "Master Bu! I've confessed everything! Please spare me! Have mercy!" By this time, she
had lost all her flirtatious air; her face was covered in snot and sweat, and her hair was disheveled. I thought I had done
enough of her, so I told the thugs to stop, took her off the pleasure chair, and prepared to end the interrogation. But Wang Fusheng
and Zhu Wu were not satisfied, saying that she had so many cunning schemes and needed to be properly taught a lesson. They decided to make her "sit in a wine shop."
"Bottle."

She got off the chair, the eggplant still stuck in her vagina, and she was completely
naked except for her two white Hercules shoes, which were soaked with her own sweat. The thugs brought a small carrying pole and
tied her bare arms to it in a straight line. They placed an empty beer bottle on the ground and forced her to squat on the bottle opening. After sitting
for a short while, her legs couldn't support her anymore, and the weight of her upper body pushed the bottle opening slowly into her anus
. She groaned in pain, her pretty face turning red, and cried out, "It hurts so much! My buttocks
! I can't take it anymore! God!" As a result, the large eggplant was pushed out of her vagina, and
a lot of sticky fluid mixed with minced garlic gushed out between her labia. Wang Fusheng also demanded that she confess who she had slept with, and she screamed like a madwoman:
"I really didn't! I'm innocent! I swear to Chairman Mao! I didn't—!" "She was still slamming her buttocks down, making a loud thud with the beer bottle, which was clamped between her
anus and her buttocks, on the cement floor. But the slamming went deeper and deeper. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I said,
'If you keep going like this and she can't walk anymore, it'll be troublesome if I take her back to the county town for a confrontation.' Only then did I pull her up, remove
the beer bottle, untie the carrying pole, and make her lie face down on the ground to put her fingerprint on her statement.

Zhu Wu still wasn't satisfied, saying that he'd been fooled by her feigned honesty these past few days, and that he had to personally give her a good beating
before going to the county town. So he forced her to kneel on the cement floor,
her bare buttocks raised high, pulled off one of her white Hercules shoes, and used the sole to slap her already swollen and purple
buttocks. His movements were very skilled and techniqued; he would use a flick of his wrist to increase
the force of the sole hitting her flesh. While hitting her, he would shout, 'Aren't you slutty?' 'Aren't you bad?' 'Aren't you cunning?' '
Aren't you sly?' " "She was so badly beaten that she wanted to disappear into the ground. She cried out, 'I'm horny! I'm wicked!
I'll never do it again! Please have mercy!' After fifty or sixty blows, they brought out a large ladle and ordered the thugs
to take turns in it, forcing her to drink it all, saying that drinking more urine would cure the bruises. After she had drunk the urine, they asked her if she could walk,
forcing her to stand up and walk for them to see. She hurriedly stood up, struggling to take a step with her legs spread apart. Her two
buttocks, bruised to the color of eggplant, twisted laboriously as she walked around the outer room wearing only one shoe. Only then were they allowed to put on her underwear and
the other shoe, and then made to lie down on the cot Zhu Wu had made in the livestock pen to continue her torture.

It was already past ten o'clock, but Wang Fusheng and the others were still not completely drunk." They went to discuss
bringing in a female prisoner for their amusement. Zhu Wu wanted to bring in the newly arrived Qiu Yuefang and Chang Shuxiang for a detailed interrogation of their adulterous affair. Wang Kusheng
said that Qiu Yuefang's buttocks were already bruised, and Chang Shuxiang, who had only been released from the livestock shed that evening, couldn't withstand the interrogation.
They suggested bringing in Hu Qiaoqian, who had escaped from out of town, for some fun. The thugs cheered. It was said that she had been detained by the commune when they were arresting
migrant hooligans. The reason for her detention was that she didn't have a certificate from her hometown commune. During the investigation, it was discovered that
she came from a family of "four categories" elements (class enemies, enemies, criminals, and exiles) and had questionable morals; fearing persecution, she had secretly run away. Yes.
She confessed to and was sent here for labor reform. She had no relatives here and was
the child of a "four categories" element, making her an ideal candidate for the guards to molest. This gave me the opportunity to witness
the "after-party entertainment" after the formal interrogation in the powder room.

A little while later, Hu Qiaoqian was woken up from the cave dwelling, wearing only a pair of white shoes and a pair of red underwear.
She was only nineteen years old, not particularly pretty, but she had a long, thick, black braid, and a well-proportioned figure with a
particularly . Her breasts and buttocks were not very large, but they were firm. Her hair was perky and playful, very sexy.
I recognized her immediately by the mole on her left cheek – she was the performer who spun the plate the first night.
Apparently, had studied acrobatics in her hometown, and was skilled in balancing jars, spinning plates, and riding bicycles. As usual, when she came to court, the first thing they did
was slap her face, then her buttocks. I could tell the thugs were particularly interested in her long braid.
They kept pulling on it during the punishment, and even after the buttocks were slapped, they dragged her up by the braid. She couldn't help but
cry out, clutching the base of her braid.

Wang Fusheng chuckled and said, "Little Qian'er, don't be afraid. Tonight we won't interrogate you about your adultery. We're just
testing whether you've been reformed and are completely obedient to discipline, honestly submitting to the dictatorship of the revolutionary masses. Tonight,
we'll show Case Bu two basic skills, how about that?" She knelt obediently and hurriedly replied, "I'll
obey Your Highness's orders – should I change clothes?" Wang Fusheng had her put on a white bra and tie a
large white . She wore light, flowing white silk training pants with elastic waistbands and legs,
clean white socks, and slightly worn white tennis shoes. He first had her do handstands, then transitioned to bench presses. It seemed
her basic skills were quite good; with her chest and abdomen facing upwards, she steadily supported herself with her legs and arms, forming a
reverse arch shape. Wang Fusheng grinned wickedly and began to undress her... He pulled her trousers down to her
ankles, then used a wide leather belt to loosely fasten it from her lower back to her abdomen. He then hooked the belt onto
the hook at the end of the rope hanging from the rafters and slowly hoisted her arched body up. I guessed that as her
entire weight gradually shifted to her lower back, it must have been very painful, because her face turned bright red, and she let out
labored groans, but dared not change her arched position. While her fingers and the tips of her shoes could still barely touch the ground,
she struggled... Adjusting her center of gravity

so it rested on the belt loop at her lower back, she was suspended in an inverted U-
shape with her chest and belly protruding after her dangling arms and legs were lifted off the ground. Wang Fusheng praised her for her good skills and obedience, while simultaneously pulling off her red underwear and
training pants from her feet. This
exposed the sparse pubic hair below her abdomen, almost at its highest point. Wang Fusheng wanted to play with her further, ordering her to reach behind her with both hands
to touch the insteps of her two white-shoe-clad feet, making sure the soles reached the back of her head. Doing so
forced her thighs to spread wide, further exposing her genitals. Wang Fusheng didn't suspend her very high, only
slightly below his eye level, so the bow of her long braid still dragged on the ground.
Wang Fusheng proudly boasted to the guards, "Look, isn't this position beautiful? How about we call it the 'Exposed Vagina
' position?" Everyone cheered. Poor Hu Qiaoqian strained to maintain this torturous position,
large beads of sweat appearing on her face.

Wang Fusheng brought over a torn tennis shoe sole (the kind used for slapping), and gently rubbed the front edge of the sole back and forth between her
skin , asking, "What's this called?" She immediately replied, "This is Hu Qiaoqian's little..."
"Stinky cunt!" It seems this kind of question and answer was the result of training. Then he asked, "How many wild
men ?" She answered, "Three." Wang Fusheng said, "You say your cunt is so filthy, today we'll
teach this slut a lesson!" He then slapped her swollen mons pubis three times with the sole of his shoe. She jiggled in pain
, but dared not cry out. Wang Fusheng then had all the men in the powder room take turns
hitting her cunt with the sole of their shoes, three times each. These men were all extremely excited, competing to see who could
hit could no longer bear the pain and cried out, "Ahhh—! I won't do it again! I'll change! Please have mercy,
don't hit me anymore!" "After they had their fill, they finally took Hu Qiaoqian down from the rope, changed her back into
her white shoes and red shorts, and took her back to the cave to sleep.

On the third night, after returning to

my room, the person waiting for me that night was Li Xiuhuan, whom I had seen that morning. She was
the little girl Zhu Wu had described as 'sweet and pretty' yesterday. She had dimples at the corners of her small mouth, and her eyes curved into crescent moons when she smiled, much like
the second sister, Xiao Yinglian, in 'The Story of Liubao.' She was dressed exactly as I had seen her that morning. She was using freshly drawn
well water to wipe my kang mat. Wine and dishes were prepared on the small kang table for my 'midnight snack.'

Because I had slept a long time during the day and had resolved Yang Xiuzhi's matter in the evening, I was in a good mood and not
sleepy, so I asked her to drink and chat with me. At first, she was very reserved and timid, standing obediently in front of the kang to serve me wine and dishes." I poured her wine and
fanned her. Later, I let her drink a few cups herself, and she became a little more lively. Finally, she took off her silk trousers and clothes from her Errenzhuan (a traditional folk art form) performance,
leaving her only in red underwear and a light blue undergarment. She also took off her very warm white sneakers,
climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), sat cross-legged opposite the kang table, and we chatted until past midnight.

Initially, I wanted to understand her case. According to her, her case was a complete miscarriage of justice. She came from
a good , a genuine poor peasant. While studying at the agricultural middle school, she and her classmate Yang Shuangsheng were a duo who sang Errenzhuan.
In 1965, both sixteen, they represented the commune in a performance in the county and won awards. In the summer of 1967, Yang Shuangsheng joined the army.
At that time, universities no longer enrolled students, and joining the army was the only opportunity for rural youth to leave the countryside. Before Yang Shuangsheng
left , Li Xiuhuan arranged to meet him in the woods next to the agricultural middle school. According to Li Xiuhuan, she and Yang Shuangsheng
were . To ensure he wouldn't change his mind after joining the army, she boldly stripped naked in the forest,
intending to pledge their lives to each other. However, Yang Shuangsheng, being shrewd, restrained himself, saying that since they hadn't formally married, he
couldn't do such a thing. He simply kissed Li Xiuhuan deeply, promising her that no matter where he went, he would never change his heart and
would definitely return to marry her. After joining the army, he went to Qinghai to build roads and was commended. The two frequently corresponded, both looking forward to a bright future. That winter, Yang Shuangsheng's mother died of liver disease, and Yang Xiuhuan cared for her
like a daughter until her last breath. Due to transportation difficulties, Yang Shuangsheng couldn't return for the funeral. In March of this year, news came from Yang Shuangsheng's unit that his evacuation route had been cut off by a landslide. He died in a landslide while on the highway . His belongings, after traveling thousands of miles, were finally returned to his hometown. He had no relatives left, so the village revolutionary committee took them in. The younger brother of the village revolutionary committee director, upon hearing of Yang Shuangsheng's death, excitedly proposed to Li Xiuhuan. Li Xiuhuan was heartbroken by her beloved's death and utterly disgusted by this scoundrel who had plagued the village. When he tried to assault her, she struck him with a brick, leaving him with a bloody head and requiring seven stitches at the clinic. Embarrassed and deeply hurt, he was determined to take revenge on Li Xiuhuan. He searched through Yang Shuangsheng's belongings. In a letter he had written two days before his death but had not yet sent, he wrote: "My dearest Xiuhuan, since you have given me your whole heart and soul without reservation, how could I betray your affection!" " Believing he had caught Li Xiuhuan and Yang Shuangsheng having an improper relationship, he further pressured her into marriage. When Li Xiuhuan refused , he instigated the brigade to arrest her and subject her to severe torture to force a confession of adultery. She was hung from a beam, her fingers were pinched with bamboo chopsticks, and she was even put on a tiger bench, but she still didn't confess. Then they went to her house and searched it, finding letters Yang Shuangsheng had written to her. The letters contained details of reminiscing about singing Errenzhuan with her when they were in the agricultural school, and also described his feelings when he saw her wearing shorts and exposing her thighs at a sports meet. In particular, one letter described seeing her 'white and delicate breasts, and the alluring little valley between the slightly protruding mounds' when they met in the woods .'" During the continued interrogation they repeatedly pressed her on what "meat mound" and "small stream" meant. She was initially ashamed of her act of undressing during their meeting in the woods and didn't know how to explain it, which further convinced the interrogators that she had actively seduced Yang Shuangsheng. Finally, she was sent to the commune clinic to check if she had lost her virginity. The result was "old tears in her hymen." Now she had no way to defend herself. To avoid endless torture, she had no choice but to admit to having had sexual relations with Yang Shuangsheng. She was labeled a "broken shoe" and a "bad element," subjected to public criticism at meetings large and forced to kneel on a bench at rallies, slapping herself in the face with the sole of her shoe while confessing. She was even forced to strip naked and lie face down on a bench in front of hundreds of people and have her buttocks spanked. She suffered endless humiliation . Finally, she was sent here for labor reform. Because he was handsome, he had to take turns with her almost every night. She was forced to spend the night . This relieved her of much of the farm work. However, although Wang and Zhu didn't use her as a servant because of her poor performance in bed, they specifically used her as a "test subject." Every time they devised a new form of torture, they would use her as the experiment. I couldn't help but sympathize with her tearful account, but I also had many questions. I asked her, since they hadn't actually had sexual relations before Yang Shuangsheng joined the army, how could the health clinic's examination have revealed a ruptured hymen? She said she was forced to go for the examination by the brigade's personnel. She had never experienced anything like it . Forced to sit on the examination chair, her pants and underwear were forcibly pulled down, and her legs were spread apart to expose her vulva, she was so ashamed she almost fainted. When a doctor in a white coat used cold, gleaming instruments to open her vulva, she screamed hoarsely, "No! No!" "She struggled desperately, being slapped hard across the face, and lost consciousness before the examination was finished. When she woke up, she was in a cell in the brigade's private prison . During the next interrogation, the special investigation team showed her an examination report and said, 'With your filthy cunt between your legs, do you still dare to deny having a physical relationship with Yang Shuangsheng?' First, they pulled down her pants and beat her buttocks severely, then stripped her naked and hung her in mid-air, whipping her with a rope dipped in water. She didn't know what they had found out at the health center, or what she had done to herself."

She was filled with shame for having stripped naked and begged Yang Shuangsheng for love. Unable to withstand the beatings, she had no choice but to confess to the affair.
Later, she was repeatedly denounced, and even she truly believed herself to be a shameless slut. But
before she was to be sent here, the younger brother of the brigade's revolutionary committee director, through a special investigation team, took her to the small hut in the orchard where the fruit was tended, saying,
"You little whore pretending to be chaste! Yang Shuangsheng can have sex with you, but your grandpa can't? Today I'm going to fuck you until your
soul
leaves your body!" He then pressed her onto the earthen bed without a mat and fucked her mercilessly. Her arms were tied tightly behind her back, making it impossible for her to resist. Only then did she realize that a girl's vagina
would bleed bright red when she was deflowered for the first time. The playboy was overjoyed, saying he hadn't expected to hit the jackpot. But at
this point, she could no longer prove her innocence; her innocence was lost forever. "Once I got to the Laozi team, it was
like being sent to a brothel. I was fucked every day. What else could I say? I had to accept my fate! Who told me to do such a foolish
thing back then!" She downed a full cup of wine and sobbed bitterly.

I asked her how many kinds of torture she had tried, but she was reluctant to answer. She only said, "They were all lecherous.
The main purpose of the torture was to ruin our breasts and genitals!" She only went into detail about the
torture she had endured on the newly made box bed by Zhu Wu these past two days. She said that Zhu Wu had made her use the box bed five times to test how long the rod pressing
against her they discovered that because the female prisoners' leg lengths were different, changing
the length of the rod was less effective than changing the length of the female prisoners' legs extending beyond the box bed. The method was
to add one to three cangues to the lower legs of the female prisoners' legs extending beyond the box bed. The more cangues they wore, the longer their legs extended beyond the box bed. Or, to put it another way, the tighter the rod pressed against
their vulva. However, the more shackles worn on the legs extending from the bed, the heavier the weight, and the more painful it became
over time . She showed me the marks left by the shackles on her calves; in some places,
the skin had been rubbed raw.

She had drunk quite a bit, and in her semi-drunken state, she whispered to me, "Do you know? Our labor
camp is going to be disbanded as soon as the weather turns cold in October?" I asked her how she knew such a thing. She
avoided answering . I then asked her where these "worn-out women" would go if the labor camp closed down. She said, "Of course, we'll
go back to our production teams! The production teams are also under the dictatorship of the masses! It's tough here, but at least
we don't have to go through those endless struggle sessions every ten days or so, or be subjected to endless criticism in the fields." As she said
this, her nose tingled, and tears welled up in her eyes again. After a moment of silence, she downed another cup of wine and
said softly, "I'm going out. I really want to go far away, up to the great forests of Heilongjiang.
I've heard that many people from our area have settled down and started families there. They're short of people there,
and you can register your household without proof from your hometown. Someone like me, a scumbag, can only start anew there. —I'll definitely go with him!
Go with him!" As she spoke, she lay down on the kang table and fell asleep. Her two long braids draped over her bare shoulders,
gleaming darkly under the lamplight.

I helped her up and laid her on the kang, where she curled up like a cat, fast asleep. Touching her
hot body and seeing her face, flushed and rosy from the wine, my manhood hardened again. An indescribable restlessness welled up
inside me . I opened the door, walked to the riverbank, listened to the rushing water, watched the moonlight
dancing on the water's surface, and gazed at the mountain shadows on the opposite bank, trying my best to calm myself. At that moment, the entire labor camp
was utterly silent, but when I thought of
the female prisoners lying on their makeshift beds in the caves, all dressed like Hu Qiaofu, suffering day and night in white shoes and red underwear, my penis hardened again. This time, I actually ejaculated standing by the river!
In the moonlight, I saw my shadow swaying.

XII. The morning of the fourth day

. That morning, I didn't wake up until after eight o'clock. Li Xiuhuan, already shackled and dressed in her Errenzhuan
opera costume and white shoes, stood by the kang (heated brick bed) gently fanning me.

Stepping out of the room, I felt that the weather was even hotter than yesterday. I asked Li Xiuhuan to bring the washbasin to the shady
spot outside, squatted down to wash my face, and then wiped my upper body before going to the kitchen for breakfast. One of the two female prisoners helping in the kitchen
was Qiu Yuefang. I noticed she still walked with a slight limp, indicating her injured buttocks had
n't fully healed.

I learned from the guard in charge of the food supplies that Wang Fusheng and Zhu Wu had gone to the fields that morning to supervise the female prisoners'
work . Since I needed to discuss taking Yang Xiuzhi and Ding Yanfang back to the county to confront Wang Yongnian, I
inquired about the work location and, after lunch, had Li Xiuhuan lead the way. Her leg irons clattered on the ground.
I figured since we always traveled together, I had her remove the chains and leave them in my room so we could travel light.

The second round of weeding was finished. Today, besides the two female prisoners helping in the kitchen and also feeding the pigs, only one female prisoner remained in the vegetable
garden to water it; the rest had all gone to the former quarry to collect gravel. Many stones quarried during the Great Leap Forward
still remain under the cliff. Now, besides working in the fields, these female prisoners use their spare time
to smash the large stones into smaller pieces with hammers, using them as paving stones for the road. These stones are
then transported by tractor to the road maintenance section to be sold, providing money for the labor camp. The crushed stones are first carried in earthen baskets to the roadside and piled up
for the tractor to transport. Although the distance the female prisoners have to walk carrying these loads isn't very far, it's still about two li (approximately 1 kilogram) round trip.

Carrying loads is heavy physical labor for these young female prisoners, especially in the height of summer. Each load weighs at least seventy or
eighty jin (approximately 35-40 kilograms), and they quickly become drenched in sweat. Therefore, the female prisoners carrying loads only wear a short-sleeved shirt and shorts over their underwear
; some even wear only bright red briefs. Each female prisoner is given
a , and a shoulder pad is also provided for carrying loads. Otherwise, the sweat-soaked shoulders wouldn't withstand the heavy load, and
they wouldn't be able to work for more than half a day. Li Xiuhuan led me along the main road that could accommodate trucks and small tractors.
Less than two miles from the team headquarters, we saw a long line of female prisoners carrying loads of gravel to the roadside. Zhu Wu sat on a large rock under
the shade , smoking and keeping track of the number of loads each female prisoner was carrying. The method was that
after each pair of baskets of soil was loaded at the quarry, the female prisoner carrying the load
would be given a bamboo chopstick. After emptying the baskets from the pile of soil by the roadside, she would hand the chopstick to Zhu Wu and place it next to the number written on the roadside representing each female prisoner.

When I arrived at the pile of stones at 9:30 in the morning, there were already thirteen or fourteen chopsticks next to each number. I
saw some female prisoners carrying loads coming from the bend in the mountain path not far away,
walking towards us one after another. The leading ones, wearing white shoes, moved their feet rhythmically back and forth, taking large strides. The frequency is also quite
Quickly, the two ends of the carrying pole bounced up and down with each step, and the body swayed slightly in the same rhythm,
quite gracefully. But after six or seven, the distance widened, and the steps of the later ones became less light.
When the first few climbed onto the roadside, handed over their bamboo tallies to Zhu Wu, and took off their straw hats to fan themselves, I recognized Zhang Yuxia as
the second .

Zhang Yuxia saw me and smiled. And said somewhat boastfully, "This morning I let Liu Xiaolan win.
This afternoon I'm sure I can catch up with her and keep first place." I looked at the first girl to arrive, named Liu Xiaolan.
She was taller than Zhang Yuxia, wearing a black short-
sleeved jersey with thin red and white stripes on the collar and cuffs, and blue shorts with heavy white stripes on the sides. She had the physique and attire of an athlete. I heard that she used to be the captain of the girls' basketball team at the agricultural middle school
. By this time, she was drenched in sweat, her short hair as if it had been washed, her temples plastered to her flushed face,
and her jersey and shorts were soaked as if she had just been pulled from the water, outlining her breasts, abdomen, and buttocks in exquisite
detail. Zhang Yuxia, on the other hand, no longer wore shorts over her red underwear; the soaking wet underwear
clung tightly to her lower body like swimming trunks. Unlike Liu Xiaolan, who looked disheveled, she wore only an old white sleeveless t-shirt,
the loose hem tied at her waist, exposing half of her belly. She looked
much cooler and more alluring than Liu Xiaolan. In my opinion, seeing female prisoners completely naked in the early morning when they were confessing their sins or bathing
in the river far less arousing than seeing them carrying loads in slightly clothed attire.
So, as I admired the figures of the female prisoners carrying loads one by one, my lower body began to stir again, and an tent formed in my crotch
. I silently warned myself: it was time to leave this labor camp quickly, otherwise I would soon
become addicted to the sexual abuse of female prisoners like Pi Dayan. I told Zhu Wu that I
planned . I explained that both of them had been severely tortured, and their injuries wouldn't heal so quickly, so I hoped he could
arrange a car for us through the commune's revolutionary committee.

Zhu Wu seemed surprised that I was in such a hurry to leave. He clicked his tongue repeatedly and said, "Brother, why not stay a few more days?
We haven't properly entertained you yet, and we haven't had time to arrange many exciting programs! This is a rare opportunity
! If there's anything we haven't done well, feel free to point it out." I said that the hospitality was truly excellent,
and I really wanted to stay a few more days. However, the county's tasks were too urgent; every day earlier was crucial for a breakthrough. Moreover, Ding Yanfang and
Yang Xiuzhi had just been tortured, so the possibility of them recanting their confessions was smaller. It would be more advantageous to bring them back to the county for questioning while the iron was hot.
This time, I had to prioritize the overall situation and leave, even if I was reluctant. I hope I'll have the chance to come back here again and have a
good time.

By this time, all the female prisoners had finished their turn, and I already knew the last one, Sang
Yujuan . She dragged her feet, her steps a little unsteady, and shakily climbed up the roadside embankment.
She shook the ropes on the two earthen baskets with both hands, and with a whoosh, dumped the gravel onto the side of the stone pile. She was a little unsteady on her feet. After catching her breath for a while, she
turned around and handed the bamboo tally to Zhu Wu. Zhu Wu sternly reprimanded her, "It's you again (meaning
the last one)! What else is this but slacking off? Even the newcomers pick faster than you, and you still don't accept
it?" Sang Yujuan, while massaging her lower abdomen, pitifully protested, "Captain Zhu, I
really have my period, I'm weak. I forced myself to pick, I didn't mean to be lazy or slack off!" Zhu Wu said
, "Your last period was less than half a month ago, how come it's back again? Then you don't need to pick anymore, take off your pants
, lie down in the middle of the road, and I'll make sure your butt is bruised and battered! I'll make you pretend again." "I'm sick!" Sang Yujuan was so frightened
that she hurriedly pulled down the small floral cloth underwear, which was wet and wrapped around her buttocks and hips, to mid-thigh. She also pulled down her
equally wet red underwear, and pulled out the dark crotch, saying, "Captain Zhu, look
, I really have menstruation again! How could I dare to lie to you? Please forgive me! Please have mercy!" Zhu Wu didn't even look at her.
He took a shovel, scooped up some gravel, and scattered it in the middle of the road. He punished her by making her kneel on the gravel, ordering her to straighten her upper body, with her arms
hanging vertically against her thighs. He also placed an enamel bowl full of sand on her head, and
forbade . He said, "You still dare to talk back? Kneel down and reflect on your actions first, and I'll settle the score with you later!"
She had no choice but to kneel obediently, enduring the excruciating pressure of the gravel on her knees. She pressed her toes against the road,
bending the toes and uppers of her white tennis shoes at a right angle, seemingly to alleviate the pain in her knees. But
as time went on , her heels began to wobble involuntarily, her face contorted in pain, turning pale and
red in turns, tears streaming down her beautiful cheeks. She dared not utter another word of protest, silently enduring the
torture . Only when the first few female prisoners in the carrying group emerged from the bend in the mountain path did Zhu Wu order her to lie face
down on the sun-baked, scorching road surface. He then began to whip her bare buttocks and upper thighs with small bamboo sticks. She
cried out pitifully, her outstretched hands digging into the road, twisting her increasingly weeping buttocks,
but her belly and the front of her thighs remained pressed tightly against the ground, afraid that the slightest movement would invite even more beatings. Although wronged
, she dared not complain, shouting loudly, "I'll never shirk my duty again! I'll never talk back again! I'll
obey the labor reform! I'll work hard!" This beating was personally carried out by Zhu Wu. It
was slow and prolonged, continuing until almost the entire group of porters had reached the end, maximizing the effect of making an example of her.
Only then was Sang Yujuan pulled up from the ground, her legs still covered in bruises, forced to continue kneeling under the scorching sun.
The location was changed to an uphill section below the roadbed, sparing her the pain of kneeling on broken stones.

After finishing his discipline of Sang Yujuan, Zhu Wu told me that if I wanted a vehicle, it would be best to have Wang Fusheng contact someone.
He had connections and many ways to help. So I had Li Xiuhuan lead me to the quarry to find Wang Fusheng. After

descending the roadbed, female prisoners returning from unloading stones passed by us, so I didn't need
Li Xiuhuan's directions; I simply turned into the mountain bend and arrived at the quarry. Along the way, at intervals, a guard would stand with
a small board, supervising the passing female prisoners to prevent them from slipping away or dawdling halfway through, emptying their baskets
of gravel to lighten the load.

After walking less than a mile, I saw Wang Fusheng sitting on a large, shady rock at a mountain pass,
handing out bamboo tokens to the female prisoners whose baskets were full of earth as they passed him. He stood up to greet me, and I
told him I needed a cart to return to the county town. He readily agreed, saying, "If you're going, you have to set off after noon; otherwise,
if you take a large cart, you won't reach the county town before dark." He then handed over the task of distributing the tokens to another guard.
We went back to the labor camp's flour mill together, because that was the only

place where we could make phone calls. When we passed the pile of gravel by the roadside, Sang Yujuan, still kneeling naked by the roadside after being spanked, was still
being punished . She still had a bowl balanced on her head. Wang Fusheng said, "Tsk tsk! Her legs are all bruised and battered like this,
she can't carry a load anymore. We might as well take her with us when we go back. Let her be a public example in the team's threshing ground, a negative example."
Only then did Zhu Wu remove the enamel bowl from her head, tell her to pull up her underwear and shorts, and let her take her straw hat,
shoulder pads, carrying pole, and earthen basket back to the team with us. To punish her, Zhu Wu forbade her to wear the straw hat,
which benefited Li Xiuhuan. However, Li Xiuhuan was kind-hearted; seeing that Sang Yujuan was having difficulty walking,
she carried the carrying pole and earthen basket for her and took them back to the team. On the way back, because Sang Yujuan couldn't walk fast
, the two-mile journey took twenty minutes. Wang Fusheng couldn't wait and left first. By the time we entered
the gravel field of the team, she had already finished making the phone call and ran out of the flour mill, shouting, "It's all arranged! The Jiefang truck from Shanwanzi Commune is home
today . If you have a truck, you don't need to rush. I'll pick you up after 2 PM
and guarantee we'll be in the county before 6 PM. There's still plenty of time before dark!"

Sang Yujuan was led to the earthen platform surrounded by stones and made to stand in front of the wooden pillar in the middle. Her
trousers were pulled down again, all the way down to the mid-thigh. Then
, ropes were tied around her waist and calves, and she was bound to the wooden pillar. This forced her bare, injured buttocks to press tightly against the pillar,
causing her to groan in pain. After she was tied up, Wang Fusheng ordered the guards to find a large wooden cangue from the storeroom and
used the two cangue plates to bind Sang Yujuan's neck and wrists. He said, “You’re tired of carrying the load, aren’t you? This cangue is
half the weight of the load, so carry it properly! It’ll even shield you from the sun. You’ll be much better off!” She
stood motionless in the midday sun, sweat pouring down her forehead,
large tears welling in her eyes. Her carrying pole and earthen basket were placed at her feet, indicating she was being punished for carrying the load.

Wang Fusheng said, “I didn’t expect you to leave this afternoon, and there’s no time for a proper farewell. Let me go to the kitchen with you
for a couple of drinks.” I declined, saying I had to escort prisoners that afternoon, and drinking wouldn’t be good for me. Wang Fusheng said that because they had borrowed a large
truck with a spacious cargo bed, they planned to send two guards to escort Yang Xiuzhi and Ding Yanfang. He said if I got drunk, I could
just be afraid of? I said there was no need to bother sending anyone, but he said the guards were eager to have
a chance to visit the county, and the team also needed to go to the county town to buy things—it was a win-win situation.

The lunch was lavish, with plenty of food and drinks. Initially, only Wang Fusheng kept me company, but later Zhu Wu returned, along with the guard who was supposed to escort Yang Xiuzhi with me that
afternoon . One guard was tall and thin, the other
short and stout. The taller, thinner one was Yang Desheng, formerly a regular commune member; the shorter, stouter one was Wang Daming, a former private elementary school
teacher. Both were young men in their twenties. Both were quite heavy drinkers. Wang Daming had a good capacity for alcohol, while Yang Desheng
was not . Wang Fusheng was in high spirits, repeatedly saying, "This time, Special Investigator Bu from the county came to guide our work and
solve old problems! If Yang Xiuzhi's case contributes to the county's movement, then we beg Brother Bu to promote
us! Please!" Zhu Wu also repeatedly expressed his hope that I would come again so he could once more show me hospitality. I said, "I
also really want to come again to learn from their good experience in managing the labor camp." Wang Fusheng said, "You'd better come quickly.
If the weather turns cold in October, it won't be suitable to keep people in the cave anymore. Then this team will have to be disbanded, and these
'loose women' will be sent back to their respective production teams for on-site supervision and reform by the revolutionary masses." This confirmed that Li Xiuhuan's statement last night
was indeed based on evidence.

Taking advantage of his drunken state, Wang Fusheng boasted about how resourceful he was in Shanwanzi. He said that if the commune sent a vehicle,
before liberation, they would have to use a tractor, and if there was no tractor, they would have to use a horse-drawn cart. Then the escorts and the female prisoners would suffer.
These two female prisoners had both been severely tortured; if they were jostled on the road, their injuries might worsen. Now that there are
trucks , it's much easier. When they reach the county, they can even stand on either side of the truck bed, hang black signs, and show that
the Shanwanzi commune's "One Strike, Three Anti" campaign has been a success.

Thirteen, on the afternoon of the fourth day

, after lunch, I, slightly tipsy, went to the inner room of the flour mill to see the two female prisoners who were about to be sent.
Both had suffered torture on their breasts and buttocks, so they couldn't lie flat on their backs or
stomachs; they were both lying on their sides on the kang (heated brick bed) to rest. Ding Yanfang and Yang Xiuzhi had already combed their hair; their thick,
black hair was braided into two tight braids. They were still wearing sleeveless white blouses with small blue flowers, blue cloth trousers, and
worn-out white mesh shoes. Yang Xiuzhi hadn't combed her hair yet; it was still loose. She said that because her breasts
were still , she dared not wear a shirt, and her upper body was still bare. She wore loose, thin
black cloth trousers and a pair of more comfortable white canvas shoes. They had also packed another set of clothes
for each of them in a small bag to take to the county. They were both quiet and silent, their eyes closed. But
the trembling of their eyelashes told me they weren't asleep.

Remembering that I was about to leave, I suggested that I visit the cave dwelling again. Stepping out of the powder room, a wave of heat
hit me . A row of white rubber shoes drying in front of the cave dwellings was dazzling. Inside, where the sunlight couldn't
reach, it was pitch black. Through the gaps in the wooden fence, I could see female prisoners, bare-armed and bare-legged, lying in rows on their makeshift beds, almost all fast
asleep in various postures. Many were sleeping face down. Some had inflamed and bleeding wounds on their buttocks,
their underwear pulled down to dry. It was a very unpleasant sight.

I carefully examined both cave dwellings, and surprisingly, not a single one of the sleeping female prisoners had taken off their white shoes.
It was clear that Wang and Zhu's strict discipline had been very effective.

On the gravel ground, almost steaming from the sun, Sang Yujuan was no longer being subjected to the cangue
punishment . It was said that she almost fainted from the sun, so she was helped to the river for a bath—I imagine her
buttocks must have been in excruciating pain while bathing. Then, with her wrists tied behind her back, she was hoisted to a branch of a large tree.
Her arms were now hanging upwards, her body bent at a right angle, her trousers and underwear removed, her
buttocks, covered in purple welts, protruding, her head hidden by disheveled hair. This position was actually no better than being in a cangue, but the shade of the tree
at least alleviated the scorching sun. Zhu Wu saw this and said it was too lenient on her; he wanted the guards to
put the cangue back on her. Wang Fusheng said, "If this girl is cangueed again, she won't last half an hour. Forget it,
just hang another sign on her." However, he ordered that no large wooden sign be used, but rather a thick piece of cardboard from a discarded cardboard box.
He wrote down eight characters on her name with a brush: "Slacking off at work, disobedient," and said, "Let her hang there until roll call,
and then Captain Zhu will decide her fate." I wondered if Zhu Wu would make her lie on the spanking stool in public and get
another beating.

Finally, the commune's great liberation march reached Pingshang. Yang Desheng and Wang Daming came to help the two
female prisoners on their way. According to the rules for escorting prisoners, they should both be tied up with ropes. I had spent time in a detention center before,
and I knew a folk song that went: "When I see the rope, I cry out for my mother, I'm not afraid of punishment but I'm afraid of being beaten, being beaten is really scary, first strangled
, then beaten..." This time, these two girls were going to suffer. First, they tied up Ding Yanfang. They
skillfully used a thin rope to tie itself around Ding Yanfang's bare neck, crossed it, and then the rope snaked down to her armpits
, tightly wrapping around her delicate arms. After tightening it, they looped it back around her neck, inserted it into the loop, and then untied it
again, wrapping it around her strong, tanned arms, tightening it once more, and pulling it back towards the center rope. They repeated this process, soon constricting her until
her neck was slightly arched, her head tilted upwards, and her arms hung high behind her back like butterfly wings, forcing her to stick her buttocks
up. In no time, she was panting heavily, sweat beading on her skin, and her face turned from red to white. I looked and said,
"This won't do! It can't be tied too tightly; even a strong young man can't carry this, and something bad will happen halfway there." They
loosened the rope, letting her arms fall to her lower back. Only then did her complexion return to
normal, and her breathing became even.

While binding Yang Xiuzhi, she volunteered that I allow her to go shirtless, saying that even
the slightest touch of her clothes on her nipples caused excruciating pain, and being tied up would be unbearable. Tears streaming down her face, she
pleaded, "I don't care about shame anymore; I'm already a slut, I can't care about saving face. Just let me
go shirtless suffer less!" I thought, since they'd both be put in big black placards in the county town anyway,
it wouldn't matter much whether they wore clothes or not. So I agreed. Yang Desheng and the others then tied her up tightly as well.

At this point, Wang Fusheng brought over two large placards, one reading "
Ding Yanfang ," and the other "Yang Xiuzhi, a slut dragged out by the Shanwanzi group."
The three characters for "slut" on both placards were in bright red, making them very conspicuous. As usual, their names were crossed out in red. I instructed
them to hang them up in crowded places. Because these were heavy wooden plaques, they weren't required to wear them
all the time .

Their statements and confessions were copied this morning, and their fingerprints were affixed.
I put them in my satchel to take to the county task force.

Before leaving, I had a worry: these two female prisoners were tied up and their legs were weak; would they be able to
get onto the Liberation truck? I quietly asked Zhu Wu if he had any long planks to use as stepping stones. He smiled and said, "No
need for that!" He directed his co-driver to drive the truck to a spot near a raised platform. One side of the truck bed was opened, and the top
was placed against the stone wall of the platform. Yang Demai and Wang Tianming each helped one female prisoner up the stone steps to the platform,
then through the side of the truck bed into the cargo compartment. Everything went smoothly. Then, the prisoners' small bags and plaques were loaded onto
the truck bed, and the side of the truck bed was pushed back up, completing the loading.

This Liberation truck didn't have seats installed; it just had some foldable stools piled up haphazardly.
Two guards, each carrying a small stool, occupied the front left and right corners of the truck bed. Two female prisoners, their hands
bound behind their backs, were ordered to kneel beside them with their heads down. I opened the driver's side door, sat in the passenger seat,
waved goodbye to Wang, Zhu, and the others, and the truck slowly drove out of the gravel field and onto the road. Before setting off, I leaned out of the truck again and
looked back at the white lines formed by pairs of canvas sneakers in front of the cave dwellings, bidding a silent farewell to the "white shoe team
. "

Through the rear window of the driver's side, I saw that soon after setting off, the two female prisoners could no longer endure the discomfort of maintaining
a squatting position , and automatically began kneeling on the truck bed. Yang Desheng placed their small clothing bags under their
knees to slightly alleviate their suffering. However, because their hands were bound behind their backs, they could not grasp anything. The road leading to
Shanwanzi Town was a dirt road paved with sand and gravel, with obvious potholes in some places. Even with the
shock-absorbing springs under the truck bed, every bump had a strong
throwing . Their bodies were constantly swaying and bouncing. Their injured buttocks
would repeatedly slam heavily onto the heels of their shoes, which was especially painful for Yang Xiuzhi, who had just endured a severe beating the day before.
Finally, during a major bump, her buttocks slammed twice against the heels of her heels, causing her
to fall onto the floor of the truck bed in pain and roll around. This, of course, further aggravated her injuries, and her screams drowned out the roar of
the engine , echoing into the cab.

I told the driver to stop the truck, climbed into the truck bed myself, and asked Yang and Wang to untie their ropes.
They to stand up, their arms, marked with bloody welts from the bindings, and
to stand with their hands on the railing at the front of the carriage. The driver was then instructed to slowly start and accelerate. This way, they could use their hands to maintain their balance and
their legs to cushion the jolts of the carriage, reducing the pain from their injuries, which was exacerbated by the jolting, to a tolerable level.
Fearing something might happen if the bindings were removed, I stayed in the carriage to help watch over the female prisoners. Anyway, once the carriage started moving,
the air in the east carriage was excellent, much cooler than being stuffy in the driver's cab.

I also picked up a small stool and sat down next to Yang Desheng against the side of the carriage, starting a conversation with him. He was twenty years old,
unmarried , a poor peasant, and originally a militia member. Because his cousin was a minor leader in the commune's mass organization, he was selected to be
a guard in this labor camp. This was considered a top-tier job in the area. "Eating and drinking are secondary; the real prize is playing with women!"
he exclaimed excitedly. He had participated in interrogating women in the brigade's mass ward, and had also hung women up and whipped them with cotton swabs. But all of that was
while they were clothed. Here, it was common to pull down pants and spank them, which he wasn't used to at first, but after a few times, he got
addicted . According to him, being a guard here not only gave him his first taste of sleeping with young women,
but he also recognized a "god-sister."

I asked him what a "god-sister" was, and he, being the type who gets talkative after a few drinks, started
boasting about it. Apparently, the guards here didn't just abuse the female prisoners. "Our White Shoes Team
can only work until October, so we can't just have a moment of pleasure; we have to leave ourselves a way out, right?" Therefore,
there was a rule that guards and female prisoners were paired up. When a female prisoner recognized a guard as her god-brother while spending the night with him, she could get his
protection . For example, he would show leniency during executions and turn a blind eye to violations of team rules. Because the guards also...
There were differences in closeness, and even the closest of sworn brothers would protect each other's "adopted sisters." "Don't treat
us like we're just going to brothels, sleeping with this one today and that one tomorrow. It's all about loyalty and camaraderie!"
he said. According to him, the basis for these sworn brother/sister relationships was mostly within the same village or brigade. This way, the protection of the female prisoners could
continue until the labor camp was disbanded. For the female prisoners, having one or more
people to shield them from harm during the mass dictatorship was always a good thing. For these mostly single young men, having one or
more lovers like the cadres was also a wonderful thing. This was an open secret in the labor camp. "Look
at Wang Tianming over there, he's Qin Hong's sworn brother. He got this good job in the county town because Qin Hong got
it for him!" he whispered to me.

I asked him if he had a "sworn sister," and he rolled his bloodshot eyes and said, "Yes, not yesterday!
It's Li Xiuhuan, the one you slept with last night! I'm not from the same village as her. She's pitiful; she
doesn't even have a supervisor in the same brigade!" It turned out that the two of them were classmates at the agricultural middle school. Chang Desheng had a crush on her. "
Why did take her as my sworn sister? I have two brothers, and I'm the youngest. Our team is poor; we
only get nine cents a day's work! My eldest brother is twenty-seven, and my second brother is twenty-four, and neither of them can find a wife. I don't know
how long I'll remain a bachelor. I've already made a promise with Xiuhuan," he said mysteriously in a low voice, "This team has disbanded,
and she's not doing well in the village anymore. She's willing to come with me to the old forests of Heilongjiang, get married, and have children. I don't mind her, and I
don't mind her either! I'll treat her like a goddess, and I'm willing to go into the old forests, completely willing!" His voice
grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible. I could only make out what he was saying by the movement of his lips.

Yang Xiuzhi and Ding Yanfang, tired of standing, squatted down again, still holding onto the railing tightly.
About ten li from Shanwanzi Town, a series of gong sounds came from ahead, followed by a woman's drawn-out
cry: "I'm Wu Minglan, the big slut! Come and see! Come and see me being sent to the labor camp!"
"Bang bang bang bang!" "Wu Minglan is the big slut! Come and see me make a fool of myself!" Wang Daming
was the first to stand up and look, excitedly saying, "Isn't that Teacher Wu from the central primary school? I heard she
even got the commune's education assistant position; she's got some skills on the bed!" Hearing this, Sang Yujuan and Yang Xiuzhi
also stood up to look. A small group of people was walking towards them. Leading them was a woman carrying a heavy cangue,
with a stylish ponytail, big eyes, a small mouth, and a very pretty face. The cangue she carried was quite thick, but her hands
were unshackled; she held the front of the cangue. A string of tattered shoes draped around her neck. Her upper body was naked, and
she wore only a pair of flat-bottomed shorts and black cloth shoes with laces—the fashionable kind with cloth uppers, rubber soles, and white adhesive strips along the edges. It was
a truly shameful sight. She seemed to be being escorted to the White Shoes Team for labor reform. Behind her, one person was
banging a gong, while another held a red-tasseled spear, occasionally poking her buttocks and thighs, urging her
to shout . Behind them was a group of teenagers, apparently from town who had come to watch the spectacle; I wondered
how many of them were her former students. Remembering the scene of observing newly arrived female prisoners being interrogated in the team, I immediately
thought of the torture this young and beautiful adulterer would suffer that night. I noticed she was shirtless
, but had a bundle slung over her left shoulder, presumably a change of clothes. Watching her walk past the vehicle,
imagining her becoming one of those suffering women in white shoes and red underwear tonight, I found myself hardening again
.

The teenagers, both boys and girls, had probably walked quite a distance and were a bit tired. With
nothing new to see, they turned their attention to the female prisoners in our vehicle. They exclaimed as if they'd discovered something new:
"Look! There's another shirtless woman in this vehicle, a real slut!" Many turned and
ran after the vehicle, some even picking up clods of dirt and throwing them at the two female prisoners. Yang Xiuzhi and Ding Yanfang crouched down,
heads bowed low, trying to dodge. The three of us also got hit a few times. Fortunately, the driver stepped on the gas,
quickly leaving these little rebels far behind, but their shouts of "Down with them!" could still be heard.

As our car entered the town, I ignored Wang Fusheng's suggestion to have the two female prisoners displayed in public and told them to keep their heads
down and squat. But as soon as we entered the town, we found a large crowd blocking the road ahead, a cacophony of voices and
fervent emotions. I didn't know what had happened. I told the two female prisoners to keep their heads down and to take off a jacket and drape it
over Yang Xiuzhi, telling her not to look up. The driver, seeing that we couldn't get through, got out of the car,
slammed , and went to investigate.

Listening closely, I heard a loud, hoarse voice shouting, "Did she run into the pillar herself?! She's turned her back on
the people! She deserves to die!" But more angry shouts rose up, drowning out the voice. Many
people rushed forward, trying to squeeze through the crowd. The driver soon squeezed through the crowd, ran to the front of the car, opened the door,
got in , and quickly started the engine. He reversed out of town, back onto the road he had come from, then turned onto a narrower
road outside town. After bypassing Shanwanzi Town and rejoining the paved road leading to the county seat, he loudly
described what he had just witnessed from the driver's seat.

According to him, the crowd was gathered in front of the commune's health center, where a young woman was lying
by the cement gatepost. Her forehead was covered in blood; she said she had hit herself while being examined at the health center. "It looks like she won't
survive," he said. He added that the woman had attended a study session organized by the commune's special task force two weeks prior, where her lifestyle was being investigated. She
had previously worked at the health center, and her name was Xiao Cui. Wang Daming, from Shanwanzi Town, immediately
chimed in upon hearing the name, "I know! Her surname is Fu, Fu Xiaocui. I recognize her; she's quite pretty. It's true what they say, 'Beautiful shoes are loved
by everyone , but they wear out quickly.'" The driver retorted angrily, "How can you be so sure she's a 'broken shoe'?! It
's strange these days! All the pretty girls are labeled 'broken shoes.' I think she was too frustrated and tried to kill herself. Lots of people outside
are saying that, and they won't let us take her into the clinic; they want to take her to the county hospital for further treatment." "Newly checked." Wang Daming said
, "You like her, don't you? She's always loved wearing those white sneakers from our White Shoes Team, the kind
Ding Yanfang wears. She wears them all the time, winter and summer, her nickname is 'White Shoes,' right?
It's a pity she didn't get to join our White Shoes Team this time to wear her favorite white sneakers day and night!" The driver suddenly stopped the car, got out, walked
up to Wang Daming, pointed at him, and cursed, "I know you, Wang Daming! You're just a good-for-nothing! You infiltrated..."
So what if you're a group expert? Do you think we, the masses, don't know what you've been doing? You take perfectly good young women and
wives, and if they're even slightly attractive, you try every means to turn them into sluts. Aren't there enough wronged people already? So what if Fu Xiaocui wears white shoes
? She's a nurse; wearing those shoes keeps her quiet when she walks—it's a professional requirement. Last year, when I
was hospitalized , she was the most skilled, the most considerate of patients, the least afraid of getting dirty or tired, and a very hard worker.
I just like her, so what? I'm worried that if she really ended up in your white-shoe team, you'd probably mistreat her terribly! She
has backbone; she's willing to risk her life to prove her innocence. You're just disappointed you didn't get your hands on her and get your fill of harming her, aren't you?
Humph!! Wang Daming's face changed color after being scolded, but probably afraid the driver wouldn't take him, he finally held back and didn't
say anything more. I persuaded the driver to get back on the road so we could reach the county town before dark.

Yang Desheng had finished talking and, after his excitement wore off, started snoring, so I dared not go back to the driver's seat
. Although the bumps were much less on the asphalt road, the two female prisoners, whether
standing . Wang Tianming and I needed to help them up. I moved closer to Yang Xiuzhi,
and... Sometimes I would press myself against her body. I could clearly see
the purple welts on her bare back, where the nails had pressed against her skin from sleeping on the nail board the day before; some places were even bleeding and scabbed over. Her shoulder blades
moved constantly beneath her skin. Suddenly, I felt a mixture of pity and even
lust . In my mind, Wu Minglan, who had just been carrying the shackles and escorting the prisoners, transformed into Su San during her journey to the capital
. Su San was still wearing her prison clothes, while Wu Minglan was still... The humiliation of being naked. Even though Yang Xiuzhi and Ding Yanfang weren't carried in shackles and had to
walk , and were transported in modern trucks, how much more tortured did they suffer than Su Sanshao?

Gazing ahead as dusk gradually descended, I kept glancing at the white rubber shoes on Yang Xiuzhi and Ding Yanfang's feet.
Images of the female prisoners in the white-shoe team, wearing these shoes, being tortured kept replaying in my mind. The
clearest and most unforgettable image was the first time I saw Ding Yanfang wearing shackles, lying face down on the beating bench, enduring the beating.
Her round, firm... How her white, smooth buttocks undulated and swayed.
How her two small feet, clad in white athletic shoes, danced wildly up and down. How her two long, bushy braids jiggled incessantly at the edge of the yoke hole. I
seemed to hear again the yoke board stuck on the stool headboard making intermittent clattering sounds (it turned out to be
an illusion caused by the impact of the sideboard of the Liberation truck moving). And so I ejaculated again.

Had I really developed a perverted lust for torturing female prisoners? Unforgettable white-shoe team!

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