Records of Fallen Heroines -- Female Anti-Japanese Heroes

Chapter 1

(I) Prologue

Spring 1998

On a late autumn night in 1939, a prison van, escorted by a team of military police, drove into the backyard of the Japanese Kwantung Army's Harbin Military Police Headquarters. Under the dim streetlights, three women were being pushed and shoved into the underground interrogation room of the military police headquarters.

The interrogation room was dimly lit by electric lights. Three fierce-looking thugs, one on each side, led the three women to the center of the room. The bald-headed head of the military police's interrogation section went over and removed the overcoats they were wearing. The three women were naked underneath, blindfolded, their hands bound behind their backs, and their mouths taped shut. One of them had shackles on her bare feet, and a look of shame appeared on her face. It turned out that to prevent their escape, they had all been stripped naked; the overcoats they were wearing were only temporarily put on to avoid suspicion when the interrogation location was changed. The bald man removed the blindfolds and tore off the duct tape from their mouths, revealing three women whose fair, rosy bodies looked particularly alluring under the yellow light. Although they tightly clamped their long, slender legs together, their dark pubic hair was still clearly visible, gleaming brightly. Their snow-white breasts swayed up and down with their bodies, the pink nipples standing out against their white breasts like two bright cherries on top of snow-white cream, arousing the imagination.

The bald man took advantage of the situation, grabbing the breast of the quiet-looking girl on the far right, rubbing and twisting it, even pinching and playing with the nipple between two fingers, while rubbing the tip of the nipple with his thumb in his other hand, a lewd smile spreading across his face as he played with it. The quiet-looking girl struggled, trying to shrink back, but with nowhere to retreat and unable to push him away, she could only let the bald man play with her breasts like balls, tears streaming down her face in embarrassment.

"Beast!" the girl in the middle shouted angrily.

The bald man turned his head fiercely, seeing the girl in the middle with a cold, stern face, her dignified features exuding a heroic air. She was tall, even taller than the Japanese devils commonly known as "Wokou" (Japanese pirates). She had a strong, well-proportioned physique; her high breasts were accentuated by the ropes, her abdomen smooth, her buttocks round, her legs strong and long, and her bare, snow-white feet were shackled. Her skin was as white as jade—a typical image of a cold, beautiful goddess.

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You're in a hurry, aren't you? I'll let you have some fun first!" The bald man grabbed her, preparing to humiliate this woman who dared to challenge his authority. Several thugs watched and laughed heartily. They never imagined they were facing no ordinary woman; this cold and beautiful woman was none other than the renowned female knight-errant "Jade Dragon," Leng Yan. The beloved daughter of Leng Biao, the leader of the Flying Swallow Sect, her martial arts skills were unparalleled, especially her agility; she moved with the lightness of a swallow, leaping across rooftops as if on flat ground. Leng Yan was not only exceptionally skilled in martial arts but also possessed a chivalrous character, hating evil as if it were her enemy. Since her debut, she had killed many wealthy and unscrupulous landlords, bullies, and gentry. The powerful and gentry offered high rewards for her capture, but Leng Yan's abilities were too formidable; she was elusive, appearing and disappearing like a dragon, inspiring both fear and hatred in them. The oppressed poor, however, rejoiced, worshipping her like a living bodhisattva. In the martial arts world, Leng Yan was known as the female knight-errant "Jade Dragon." After the September 18 Incident, the Japanese invaded Northeast China, and many people became traitors and collaborators. Leng Yan

's Flying Swallow Gang, in anger, formed the "Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Corps" to resist the Japanese invaders to the death. In a short time, more than a dozen Japanese officers of the rank of general were assassinated, attracting the attention of the Japanese Special Higher Police. A special team was organized to investigate. Like all gangs, the "Iron-Blooded Anti-Traitor Corps," which had once struck fear into the hearts of the Japanese, was soon betrayed and collapsed. Leng Yan's father was brutally murdered by the enemy. Leng Yan narrowly escaped death and vowed revenge. Afterwards, she attempted to assassinate Doigen, the head of the Mei Agency, several times alone, but failed due to Doigen's tight security and secluded lifestyle. However, during one assassination attempt, she unexpectedly saved Xiang Mei, a famous female intelligence agent of the Anti-Japanese United Army. Under Xiang Mei's guidance, Leng Yan realized the limitations of her own strength, and for the sake of national and personal hatred, she resolutely joined the Anti-Japanese United Army. Based on Leng Yan's unique characteristics, the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army (NUAA) established a special female intelligence team called the "Swallow Team." Leng Yan served as the captain, and Xiang Mei as the political commissar. They infiltrated behind enemy lines to develop their forces, primarily tasked with gathering enemy intelligence, assassinations, and sabotage. They also recruited patriotic youths to conduct underground work, similar to the later underground guerrilla forces. This greatly strengthened the NUAA, inflicting heavy losses on the Japanese army. To eliminate the Swallow Gang, a major threat, the Japanese army ordered its intelligence agencies to solve the case within a specified time. However, the Swallow Gang, led by the Communist Party, was unlike any ordinary gang. It was tightly organized, elusive, and its members were cold, beautiful, highly skilled, and daring. Adding to this was the organization of Xiang Mei, known as the "White Peony." Although only twenty-eight years old, Xiang Mei had ten years of underground work experience, which helped build the Swallow Gang into a tight underground intelligence network. Another person on the Japanese blacklist was Zhang Min, known as the "Female Zhuge Liang." Zhang Min was a top student at Peking University, and her parents were well-known industrialists in Northeast China

. They were assassinated by Japanese agents for refusing to cooperate with the Japanese army, leading Zhang Min to abandon her studies and join the army.

From a frail college student, she grew into a resilient warrior. Resourceful and quick-witted, she was like the strategist of the Swallow Team, devising plans and outwitting the Japanese army, leaving the intelligence agency overwhelmed and repeatedly futile. Several Special Higher Police chiefs were dismissed, but the Swallow Team grew stronger, becoming a thorn in the side for the Japanese army, who both hated and feared them, wanting to eliminate them at all costs. This time, the Japanese Kwantung Army mobilized superior forces to annihilate the Anti-Japanese United Army. The Anti-Japanese United Army was scattered, and General Yang Jingyu tragically died in battle, dealing a heavy blow to the Northeast Anti-Japanese forces. However, the Japanese intelligence agency gained an unexpected advantage. Wu Jie, the female minister in charge of intelligence gathering within the Anti-Japanese United Army, was captured. The Special Higher Police secretly escorted Wu Jie back to Harbin, where she underwent three days and three nights of intensive interrogation. Unable to withstand the torture, Wu Jie betrayed the Anti-Japanese United Army and defected to the enemy. However, Wu Jie was unaware of the Swallow Team's situation. She always communicated directly or indirectly with Bai Mei and Leng Yan, issuing orders, and in special circumstances, she could also contact Zhang Min. As for who the other members of the Swallow Team were and how they contacted each other, only the three of them knew. Thus, the Special Higher Police conspired to lure them into a trap, ordering Wu Jie to contact Bai Mei and the other two for a meeting, preparing to capture them all in one fell swoop. In this way, Leng Yan, Xiang Mei, and Zhang Min, three women feared by the enemy, were betrayed by their own people and fell into the clutches of the enemy. The head of the secret service, Doi Gen, was overjoyed and strictly ordered the Special Higher Police to find a breakthrough with these three women and capture the entire Swallow Team. On the day of their arrest, Leng Yan and the other two were transferred to the Harbin Military Police Headquarters. During the transfer, to prevent a prison break or escape, the Japanese army, disregarding the late autumn weather and cold, despicably stripped the three women naked and bound them. Fearing Leng Yan's martial arts skills, they specially put a pair of 20-kilogram shackles on her feet. To cover their tracks, each of them was given a Japanese military overcoat, and they were escorted to Harbin by heavy guards. The Special Higher Police (THD) attached great importance to this case, selecting a torture expert specializing in interrogating female prisoners, known as "Bald," to oversee the interrogation and forced confession. Baldy was a brutal and lecherous man who had previously worked as a henchman in Japanese brothels, renowned in the industry for his expertise in training prostitutes. He boasted that no woman was too strong to be tamed, and even the most resolute and virtuous woman would be transformed into a promiscuous prostitute in his hands. Many brothel owners secretly hired him to train the fierce and difficult women they had abducted. On one occasion, he encountered a particularly formidable woman, subjecting her to humiliation by stripping her naked, gang rape day and night, whipping, and enemas. The resolute woman could no longer endure it; she feigned submission, and as soon as she was untied, she jumped from the second floor, her blood splattering on the spot. Baldy was captured and sentenced to death. However, his fate was not sealed; his skills in training women caught the attention of the Japanese underworld organization "Black Dragon Society," who secretly released him and sent him to China, where he joined the Japanese military's intelligence agency. He specialized in torturing female prisoners. He applied the methods he used to train prostitutes to interrogation, quickly becoming a renowned torture expert within the Special Higher Police. In his self-summarized experience, he said, "Women are weak; you must suppress them harshly, ruthlessly humiliate them, break their self-esteem, and then torture them. They will become like bitches, completely at your mercy." His greatest hobby was torturing women; the more fierce and unruly a woman was, the more he wanted to interrogate her, claiming he enjoyed the challenge. A few days ago, he personally interrogated Wu Jie's case. He directed a squad of soldiers to gang rape Wu Jie, putting aphrodisiacs in her food. Under the intense heat of the aphrodisiac, Wu Jie was humiliated and gang-raped again. Afterwards, the bald man tortured her further, whipping her breasts and pricking her nipples with needles. Wu Jie could not endure it and succumbed to his lewdness. This time, he was specifically assigned to interrogate her. The bald man, intending to first display his tyranny, was secretly pleased to see the woman in the middle glare at him defiantly. He figured subduing the leader would make the other two easier, and this cold, beautiful woman was exactly the kind of loyal and virtuous woman he enjoyed torturing. He grabbed her, ready to give her a taste of his breasts and hands. Unfortunately for him, he was facing the chivalrous heroine, Yu Jiaolong. Seeing the impending humiliation, the cold beauty didn't have time to think. She bent down, freeing herself from the thugs' grasp, and used her bound hands to push off the ground, unleashing a flurry of kicks that struck the bald man squarely in the groin. The bald man cried out in pain and fell more than a meter away, writhing on the ground clutching his groin. Having succeeded in her attack, the cold beauty had no time to consider the consequences. With a swift, sweeping kick, she knocked down the thugs behind her. The other two thugs stared in disbelief. Taking advantage of the moment, the ropes she had secretly worn down on the car snapped. Only then did the two thugs realize what was happening. They charged forward, howling, but were no match for Leng Yan. They were quickly defeated and knocked to the ground. The guards outside were also alerted and rushed in, guns drawn. Two guards lunged at Leng Yan, but she twisted her body and leaped more than ten feet into the air, grabbing the chains on the rack with both hands. Her legs swept out horizontally, the force of the twenty-pound shackles striking both guards squarely in the head, killing them instantly. Another guard, seeing the danger, raised his gun to shoot. Xiang Mei, who had been standing nearby, rushed forward. The guard's shot went astray, and Leng Yan flew in, knocking him unconscious with a single palm strike. However, the gunshot had alerted the guards outside. If Leng Yan had simply run away, her exceptional agility might have allowed her to escape, but she wanted to take her two companions with her. Zhang Min, decisive in this critical moment,

said, "Don't worry about us. We can't escape. The greater good is at stake."

Leng Yan, helpless, rushed out alone. However, this brief delay allowed the military police in the courtyard to realize what was happening. Leng Yan had just rushed out of the basement when she was surrounded by a dozen military police. She leaped into the air, her snow-white body like a graceful white dragon, soaring out of the crowd. But upon landing, she saw a dozen Japanese soldiers guarding the high wall below with guns. There was no hope of escaping. Leng Yan decided to stop running. She knew what a tragic fate awaited her. She stood quietly, like a proud goddess, contemptuously watching the enemies who surrounded her again. She decided to fight to the death, killing as many as possible. Another enemy rushed forward. Leng Yan swayed, dodging to the side, and with a move called "Double Dragon Pearl Probing," pierced his eyes. "Ah—" The Japanese soldier clutched his eyes and rolled on the ground, writhing in pain. The remaining Japanese soldiers were stunned. No one dared to attack.

"Damn it! Attack together!" At this moment, the bald man struggled out. The Japanese soldiers rushed forward, and Leng Yan unleashed her fists and feet, beating them to a pulp. However, even a strong tiger can't withstand a pack of wolves. With her feet chained, Leng Yan gradually lost strength. She used her lightness skill to leap out of the crowd, but unexpectedly, a fishing net fell over her head, pulling her to the ground. The Japanese soldiers swarmed her, pinning her down, and Leng Yan fell into their clutches once more

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"Take her in!" the bald man commanded viciously. A group of military police, still shaken, lifted the fishing net and carried Leng Yan, net and all, into the interrogation room. Double guards were added at the door.

(Chapter 2: First Experience of Torture - A Fallen Heroine's Tale)

Two burly thugs dragged Leng Yan out of the fishing net, tied her hands behind her back, and lifted her from the ground. The bald man had recovered by this time, but still couldn't stand and had to sit in a chair behind the altar.

"Tie her up first! Use a cowhide rope." The bald man knew that ordinary hemp rope was ineffective against highly skilled martial artists. He had interrogated a female ninja and knew how to deal with people like ninjas. Cowhide rope was tough and couldn't be broken; it would shrink and dig into the flesh when wet, and no matter how strong the martial arts were, it couldn't be broken.

Another thug came up, took the cowhide rope, and tied it around Leng Yan's neck, making a back knot. He then slipped it under her armpits, tied it back around her breasts, bound her arms, tied it around her breasts again, tied it in a knot at her back, and used another rope to tie the two ropes binding her breasts together. He then slipped the rope over the knot binding her neck and pulled it down, twisting her hands upwards as much as possible. Finally, he used a short rope to tie the two ropes binding her chest together. This is a special binding method designed specifically for women, called the "Big Breast Style." Binding this way inevitably causes a woman's breasts to protrude outwards, which has two advantages: First, the breasts are one of the most sensitive parts of a woman's body. This binding makes a woman aware that her most shameful part is exposed, making her breasts even more sensitive. Whether played with or tortured, it will be more unbearable for her. Second, of course, this binding makes breasts appear fuller and more sensual, regardless of size, further stimulating the sadist's lust. Moreover, the ropes binding the hands are connected to the ropes binding the chest; whenever the hands are lowered, the breasts will be constricted upwards, as if intentionally, which is itself a form of humiliation.

The bald man admired the scene while considering how to interrogate her using this method. This aloof and beautiful woman is not to be trifled with; she's like a rose with thorns, and he might even get stung. He must remove her thorns first.

By this time, Leng Yan was already tied up. Although she knew she couldn't escape, she was still enraged by this lewd way of binding her. "Shameless!" Leng Yan cursed angrily! She struggled desperately, but to no avail. The rope binding her chest didn't budge, only her breasts, which were constricted, trembled up and down. The bald man laughed loudly. This aloof woman was now completely in his hands, and he was going to enjoy this delicious meal.

"Come on! Make her kneel down first."

The two burly thugs understood immediately. They stepped forward and tied Leng Yan's feet with hemp rope, then forced her to kneel on the ground, crossing the ropes around her thighs, binding her left and right feet together. Her feet were now tied to her thighs. The thugs pushed Leng Yan forward, causing her body to lean forward, her feet lifting up with her thighs, her weight supported entirely by her knees. Leng Yan grunted and frowned. The thugs then tied Leng Yan's hair up with a rope hanging from the beam. Everything was ready. The thugs released their grip on Leng Yan.

"Ah—"

Hearing Leng Yan's curse and seeing her blushing face and heaving breasts, the bald man burst into wild laughter:

"Haha…you think you're so capable?" "I'd like to see for myself. Let me tell you the truth, everyone in this house is tortured naked, and you're no exception. Besides," he lewdly smirked, staring at the cold, naked body,

"it's not like it's your first time being naked in front of men. Why are you so embarrassed to take off your clothes and let us admire you?"

The bald man's words were met with lewd laughter from the thugs on either side. These lustful men had a particular pleasure in torturing female prisoners, and they couldn't contain themselves any longer at the sight of a naked young woman.

"Yes, being tortured naked, that's what's truly exhilarating!" one of the thugs shouted gleefully.

"Well, it's not too late to say it now. If you wait until you can't bear it anymore, the loss will be much greater!" "Having humiliated her enough, the bald man issued his final threat.

Leng Yan remained silent. When her clothes were stripped off and her thighs were roughly torn open by the thugs, she realized that what she, as a woman, would have to endure in this house was far more than just ordinary torture. Now she faced only two choices: either confess immediately or stubbornly endure the unimaginable humiliation and torment. However, she could see that these beastly men would not let her off easily; a severe torture was inevitable.

Leng Yan silently closed her eyes..." Blinded by the blindfold, she resolved to resist to the end, refusing to yield.

None of this escaped the bald man's eyes; he saw the helplessness in her expression as she endured the torture. He also realized that this was not a woman to be trifled with; without severe torture, she wouldn't confess easily.

He glanced again at the young woman kneeling on the ground in a V-shape, feeling a surge of pleasure. In this torture chamber, no matter how noble a woman, she would be stripped of her disguise and revealed her true self;

no matter how strong a woman, she would cry out, scream, and even succumb to despair. She endured the pain and begged for mercy. This was his blissful "paradise," where he needed no excuse to toy with women; any means were permitted as long as a confession was obtained. Of course, he wouldn't let the female prisoners confess easily. He knew how to control the pace of interrogation, making the female prisoners wish they were dead, allowing him to indulge himself under the guise of "interrogation."

The bald man's gaze remained greedily sweeping over the young girl's body. Looking at the naked, glistening flesh of the woman before him and the captivating parts of her body, he couldn't help but feel waves of... A surge of lust overwhelmed him. The women he had tortured appeared before him again, their piercing screams and heart-wrenching cries echoing in his ears once more. Finally, his gaze settled on the young woman's full, white breasts and the area of her lower body, surrounded by black pubic hair and slightly parted by the stretching of her thighs. He knew what a woman cherished most and what she feared most; he decided to torture these two most sensitive and vulnerable parts of a woman's body. He believed that even the strongest woman would find it difficult to endure such bestial torture.

"Your name." This was the interrogator's tactic; answering the first question was like admitting weakness, unconsciously submitting to the strong. But the bald man was disappointed; silence answered her. He

tossed his head, and the two thugs behind Leng Yan turned and viciously stabbed her in the abdomen with their rubber batons.

"Bastard, answer now!"

Waves of intense pain shot through her lower abdomen, knees, and hair. Leng Yan gritted her teeth, focusing her energy in her abdomen, and stubbornly remained silent. The two thugs, after poking her a dozen times, were stunned to find that Leng Yan didn't scream like most women. The

bald man waved his hand, and the two thugs quickly retreated.

The bald man was also surprised; in his memory, he had never seen anyone endure such pain so well. This binding position was a torture method used on the most important and difficult prisoners. Even a strong, muscular man would be drenched in sweat and in unbearable pain within five minutes. If the weakest point, the lower abdomen, were further attacked, a scream would surely follow. The bald man thought, "It seems this is an extremely strong-willed woman; she wouldn't even stoop to the urge to cry out to alleviate her pain. It seems I must first break her pride.

" "Since you won't make a sound, I'll help you! Get the bell."

"Cough." A henchman picked up a box from the rack and placed it on the altar. The bald man opened it, deliberately turning it so Leng Yan could see it. This was a torture instrument he had brought from Japan, specifically for women's torture. Inside were rows of wooden sticks, plastic sticks, iron bars, and other instruments of various sizes, some with barbs, some with hooks, and the ends of the sticks could be connected to electricity or water. There were also various kinds of pliers and clamps, gleaming coldly and chilling to the bone. Beside them, for reasons unknown, were three pairs of large, medium, and small bells. (From "

A Record of Fallen Heroines—Anti-Japanese Heroines") Chapter Two (Part Two)

The bald man grinned as he put on an asbestos glove and picked up two yellow copper wires from beside the bell. Two thugs then brought over a burning charcoal brazier and placed it in front of Leng Yan. The bald man heated the copper wires in the charcoal fire. Leng Yan was already struggling to kneel, but she kept her eyes closed and remained silent. Just then, she suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure on her chest, and someone reached out and forcefully grabbed her breasts. Leng Yan opened her eyes and saw the bald man leeringly playing with her breasts. She felt him kneading her breasts, then tightening his fingers... They wouldn't let go, sometimes gently rubbing her nipples with their palms, sometimes pinching and rubbing them with their fingers. Leng Yan felt both ashamed and angry, cursing, "You beast!" The bald man laughed loudly, continuing to play with her nipples, and Leng Yan felt an indescribable disgust. To make matters worse, her vulva was being touched as well; two thugs had joined the fray. They used their fingertips to spread her labia majora, rubbing and grinding her labia minora, sometimes lightly touching her delicate clitoris, sometimes inserting their fingers into her vagina and stirring them in and out.

The three men were relentlessly ravaging the most sensitive parts of her body. Despite her seductive advances, the virgin Leng Yan was no match for this group of thugs who had raped countless women. Caught between a rock and a hard place,

she felt a strange, tingling sensation spreading throughout her body. In less than a moment, her cheeks burned, her heart pounded, and an indescribable emptiness filled her lower body. Her breathing became increasingly rapid. Under the violent stimulation, her nipples engorged and hardened, her clitoris erect, and Leng Yan resisted the onslaught of lust with incredible willpower.

"Still not answering?" "..." 　　"Fine, let me get you a bell. Do you prefer a large one or a small one? Seeing how tough you are, the large one will suit you better.

"

"Haha," the bald man picked up a pair of pliers and clamped them onto Leng Yan's nipple, pulling it out. Leng Yan cried out, "Ah!" A sharp pain shot through her body. At this point, Leng Yan's energy was diverted, and she couldn't use her internal energy to resist. Moreover, sensitive areas like her nipples and lower body were unprotected.

"Hmph, you can't even handle this? This is just a warm-up. It's not too late to answer now."

Leng Yan closed her eyes again. The bald man took a red-hot copper wire and threaded it through the base of her nipple. A wisp of white smoke rose amidst the suppressed screams. The bald man released the pliers, bent the copper wire into a circle, took a large bell, hung it on, and screwed on the joint. He then threaded the copper wire through the other nipple, hung the bell on it, and released it. The bell and the nipple sank down.

The

nipple trembled and swayed under the tearing of the bell; this was a humiliation more unbearable than torture. Leng Yan's eyes were filled with tears of humiliation as she gritted her teeth and cursed, "Vulgar."

The bald man seemed to hear praise. "You're willing to speak now? What's your name?"

Silence.

"Still not going to speak? Hang him up." Two thugs pulled two iron chains down from the beam, each with a small slipknot at the end. They looped ropes around Leng Yan's upturned big toes and pulled the chains to either side, lifting her off the ground. With all three ropes pulled, she was slowly hoisted more than a meter high. Leng Yan tried to suppress her screams, but the three ropes gripped her hair and her two big toes, especially her toes, which felt like they were being ripped off her body. In just a short while, she was drenched in sweat.

"How is it? Comfortable? Will you confess?" Leng Yan remained silent.

"Ring the bell."

Two thugs each picked up a thin willow whip and lashed it viciously at Leng Yan's breasts.

"Crack—" The first lash swept across her upper breast, leaving a long, thin welt. Leng Yan shuddered, as if she had shivered, and a scream involuntarily escaped her lips. "Ah—." The second lash followed immediately, and Leng Yan's body convulsed, but her scream turned into a "woo—". Leng Yan tried to suppress the pain and not cry out, but the pain exceeded her expectations. She still groaned, though much softer than the first time, and the sound that escaped through her teeth became a pitiful wail! The thugs stood on either side of Leng Yan, pausing every three lashes to allow her half a minute to catch her breath before demanding, "Confess or not!" before resuming the beating. Leng Yan was drenched in sweat from the pain, as if she had been washed. Her neck swelled thickly, and after more than twenty lashes, her body was covered with fine, terrifying welts. The torture chamber still echoed with the terrifying whistling of the whip, the cruel jingling of the bells, and Leng Yan's pitiful groans. Finally, the painful groans ceased, and Leng Yan fainted.

"Splash—" A bowl of cold water was splashed on Leng Yan's face, and she slowly awoke, a wave of excruciating pain washing over her. She couldn't help but groan.

Seeing Leng Yan's unbearable pain, the bald man felt a sadistic pleasure. "Want to talk now?"

Leng Yan closed her eyes in agony again. The bald man couldn't help but admire this strong woman.

"Good for you, let's see how long you can hold out. Come on, add another 'pleasure bell' to her."

Two thugs came up and pulled two more iron chains down from the beam, each with a slipknot at the end. They put the slipknots on Leng Yan's two thumbs tied behind her back, loosened the rope binding her hair, and now Leng Yan was suspended horizontally in the air. Leng Yan sensed someone behind her using their fingertips to pry open her labia majora, rubbing and kneading her labia minora while teasing and kneading her delicate clitoris. Sometimes, they would insert their fingers into her vagina and stir them in and out repeatedly

. In just a short while, Leng Yan's sexual desire was aroused. She tried to suppress it, but under the intense stimulation, her primal desire grew stronger and stronger. Leng Yan felt a strange pleasure amidst the intense pain. Although she tried her best to eliminate this feeling, she unconsciously lost control. Her inner thighs twitched, her

whole body trembled, her lower abdomen tightened, and a gush of vaginal fluid flowed uncontrollably from her vagina. The bald man proudly held up his fingers, covered in vaginal fluid, in front of Leng Yan, humiliating her,

"I didn't expect you to be so lustful."

"Shameless—" Leng Yan cursed angrily.

The bald man grew even more smug. He placed a mirror in front of and behind Leng Yan, reflecting the light so that she could clearly see her embarrassing state. Her entire vulva was exposed to everyone without reservation. Her inner thighs were snow-white, her pubic hair thick and jet black, while her labia majora were incredibly soft. Her two deep red labia minora, engorged with blood, were hard and spread outwards, like a newly opened orchid, forming a trumpet shape. A pink clitoris peeked out from the tip, resembling a small glans, slightly swollen. The lower opening constantly oozed a trickle of vaginal fluid, contracting and expanding, revealing glimpses of the pale pink flesh inside. Even Leng Yan herself blushed at this humiliating sight. Seeing a blush rise on Leng Yan's pale face, the bald man secretly gloated. Leng Yan was unaware of his machinations; he had applied a potent aphrodisiac to her fingers. After intense sexual stimulation, not only would Leng Yan, who was as pure as a snow lotus and had never been with a man before, be unable to resist, but even seasoned prostitutes would succumb. The bald man's aim was to psychologically destroy strong women like Leng Yan. A woman who loses her self-respect is no longer strong; by restoring her feminine fragility and then subjecting her to torture, she would find it unbearable and break down. This was the bald man's superior skill.

The bald man continued to humiliate Leng Yan, rapidly kneading her already erect clitoris with his fingers.

"Mmm—ah—uh—"

Leng Yan could no longer hold back; she was once again forced to the peak of orgasm. Leng Yan's expression was somewhat dazed. On one hand, the inhuman torture was unbearable, but on the other hand, she felt ashamed of the pleasure she was experiencing. Suddenly, the bald man stopped. This was the final moment before she reached her climax. Leng Yan unconsciously let out a soft "Mmm." At this point, the pleasure in her body had surpassed the pain, and she secretly hoped that the hateful finger would continue.

"If you tell me your name, I'll continue," the bald man said. He could already see Leng Yan's lower abdomen twisting and her inner thighs twitching—signs of a female orgasm.

"Well, can you tell me your name now?" the bald man asked as gently as possible. It was on this issue that the enemy had found a breakthrough with Wu Jie. Leng Yan struggled internally. Compared to the cruel torture and inhuman humiliation, the pleasure she had just experienced was like stepping onto clouds; falling back into hell would be unbearable for anyone. Looking at the bald man's face, she savored the feeling, like receiving a long-awaited gift as a child, her heart filled with immense excitement and thrill. Thinking of her mother's beautiful and gentle face, suddenly, ***'s face turned deathly pale, covered with bloodstains, and her naked body was tied and hung on the city gate tower, her naked corpse displayed to the public. She cried out, calling for her mother to come back, but her mother never returned. She had been tortured to death by the Japanese, her pristine naked body covered with the scars left by cruel instruments of torture. Suddenly, her stern face hardened again. Whenever she felt the urge to act recklessly, she would remind herself: "The enemy is a fierce and brutal beast, and it is also cunning. We must be clever hunters, and victory will surely be ours!" Thinking of this, Leng Yan seemed to gain inexhaustible strength. She could not let the enemy succeed. Leng Yan's expression regained its calm and aloofness. Now, she had returned to being the strong, courageous, and fearless heroine "Jade Dragon."

"You think you can subdue me with such despicable means? Dream on! Show me what other powerful tricks you have up your sleeve."

The bald man never dreamed that Leng Yan would dare to challenge him under such circumstances. Under normal circumstances, a woman who suffers such cruel humiliation, even if she doesn't beg for mercy, will have her self-confidence severely damaged, feel ashamed, and begin to doubt her own strength. No one had ever displayed such fighting spirit under such humiliation. "This is a tough opponent," the bald man thought to himself. "If a woman's confidence isn't shattered, the interrogation will be a very long process, and simply using torture to subdue her won't be very successful. I'll have to try again." "

Looks like you haven't had enough fun yet. Well then, I'll let you have some real pleasure, and give you a happy bell down there too."

The bald man took a notched copper ring from the box, used pliers to heat it in the stove, and watched Leng Yan watch as the ring gradually heated and turned red, her expression unchanged. The bald man held the heated ring in front of Leng Yan, a wave of heat hitting her face, and Leng Yan instinctively flinched. The bald man smiled maliciously.

"I'll put this ring through your lower body and hang a large bell on it, then you'll experience the feeling of extreme excitement, hahaha."

"Shameless beast!"

Leng Yan cursed angrily and helplessly closed her beautiful eyes. She felt a scorching current run down her face, past her nipples, through her lower abdomen, and straight towards her vulva. She couldn't help but tremble slightly, her heart crying out, "Mother, give me strength." Suddenly, a huge pain came from her lower body, piercing her heart, as if she had been cleaved in two by a hot knife. Leng Yan couldn't help but scream "Ah—!" She struggled desperately to contract her muscles, trying to escape the scorching ring of fire. But the pain only intensified, and as Leng Yan thrashed in the air, the two bells on her chest jingled.

At that moment, the bald man was kneading Leng Yan's clitoris with one hand, while slowly threading a copper ring through her labia majora with the other. He tried to slow down, prolonging Leng Yan's pain and making her endure this humiliating agony. After a while, he heated another copper ring and threaded it through the other labia. This time, Leng Yan desperately tried to suppress her cries, but she still trembled with pain, sweat dripping from her face to the ground. This time, the bald man targeted the woman's most sensitive spot: the clitoris.

He used the thinnest copper ring, heated it until it was red-hot, and slowly threaded it through the lower part of the clitoris. This time, Leng Yan couldn't help but

cry out, "Ah—uh—ah!" The pain was beyond her imagination.

"Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm—" Leng Yan groaned softly, the pain not diminishing her fighting spirit: "Is that all you've got? Come on, try again!" Leng Yan was not to be outdone.

The bald man was not only enraged by Leng Yan's contempt, "Let you be stubborn, give me the biggest bell." The bell the thug took out was two or three times larger than the one hanging on Leng Yan's chest. It was about the size of a handbell used in class.

"How about it, will you talk or not?"

"Don't you have an even bigger one?" Leng Yan was not afraid, making the bald man so angry that he didn't know how to answer for a long time.

"Fine, I'll let you taste it first! Hang it!" The thug hung the two iron hooks on the bell into the copper rings on her two labia majora.

"Ah—oh—"

Leng Yan felt a strong force tearing at her lower body, the intense pain coming one after another, accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of the bell. Then, the willow whip lashed her body, and she struggled even more violently, pulling the ropes binding her hands and feet with a "bang bang".

"Now you know what it feels like, right?"

"Again!" Leng Yan said with her last bit of strength,

"Okay, shift gears." The thug put a hook that was on her labia onto her clitoris. Leng Yan immediately felt the pain multiply. She began to struggle again, but the struggle only intensified her pain. Leng Yan quickly realized this. She tried to stay still, and the pain lessened. However, every time she stopped for a moment, the bald man's hateful face would come close and interrogate her. Then the bald man would use the small iron hammer in his hand to hit the bell on Leng Yan's lower body hard.

"Ouch, ugh—" The unbearable pain made Leng Yan scream repeatedly and struggle violently. In the end, she had no strength left to speak. Sweat dripped onto the ground and gathered into a puddle. Leng Yan finally fainted.

Leng Yan involuntarily cried out. Now, her balance was only maintained by her hair and knees. This was a common tactic used by spies when interrogating female prisoners. Before torture, they would always strip the victim naked, exposing her sensitive areas to humiliate her. Such humiliation, especially for a young woman, was more unbearable than torture itself.

The bald man, hands behind his back, walked to the young woman bound to the torture chair, his vicious gaze sweeping over her exposed body—this was called "visual interrogation."

One could imagine the feelings of a young woman in her early twenties, stripped naked, bound hand and foot, forced to spread her legs, her most sensitive areas exposed to the gaze of the opposite sex! Although Leng Yan was a strong-willed and courageous woman, and had mentally prepared herself for torture, she never expected the spies to resort to such despicable methods, which she found unbearable. Her face flushed crimson, her breathing became rapid, and she couldn't help but angrily curse,

"Beasts! If you're going to torture me, then torture me! You're not allowed to be so shameless!"

However, she regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. She knew that saying anything here was useless; she seemed to understand everything from the lecherous gazes and impatient expressions of the thugs around her. So, Leng Yan fell silent, closed her eyes, and forcefully held back the tears that were about to flow.

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