[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter 6.

After finishing lunch, it was already 1 PM. We returned to the torture chamber. The young woman's lower body was covered in white, sticky semen. I ordered two thugs to wash her genitals with water and brushes so I could torture her.

After several buckets of cold water, her tender red labia were exposed again. I went up to her and grabbed her hair, saying, "Girl, will you talk or not? Otherwise, we'll have to torture you."

The young woman opened her eyes but didn't speak.

I had no choice but to order the two thugs to drag her onto the tiger-shaped stool and tie her up. Her legs were still tied apart to two movable stools, and leather rope was wrapped around her snow-white knees several times. Then, a furnace with several branding irons was brought out.

I lifted her chin and grinned maliciously, "Girl, will you talk or not?"

The young woman spat and turned her head away.

I grinned maliciously and said to the two thugs, "Tiger Kick."

One thug picked up an iron bar from the ground and placed it under the young woman's calf, prying upwards with force. Then the other thug shoved a brick under her left foot.

"Will you talk?"

Silence!

"Again!" I ordered.

The thug placed one end of the iron bar under the young woman's calf and the other end on his shoulder, forcefully arching upwards.

The young woman's knees began to bend backwards. She didn't scream, but I watched as her pretty face contorted in pain, her naked body sweating, her bound hands clenched into fists and trembling uncontrollably. I picked up an iron rod and poked one of her breasts with a malicious grin, saying, "How does it feel? Confess if you can't take it, or we'll add more."

The young woman's lips trembled slightly, and she gently shook her head.

"Add another one," I commanded.

Then the two thugs added more bricks, forcing the young woman's knees bent even more. The brick was shoved forcefully under her feet, causing her to sweat profusely and her lower lip to bleed from being bitten. I leisurely walked to her left and said, "Will you talk or not?"

The woman didn't answer. The thugs pried her feet up again, shoving a fourth brick under her foot.

Then I heard a sharp crack, and the woman let out a soft "uh," her head drooping. I looked at her disproportionately bent left knee and knew she had fainted because of a dislocated knee joint.

Buckets of cold water were poured over the woman's naked body, several buckets hitting her lower body.

The woman finally regained consciousness. I pressed her for answers, but she still wouldn't confess. I ordered further torture, and when four bricks were shoved into her right leg, she fainted again.

I splashed cold water on her again, waking her up. I looked at her with a cold smile and said, "Girl, are you going to talk or not? I'm trying to persuade you nicely, but if you don't talk now, it'll hurt even more."

Her reply was a mouthful of bloody saliva; the blood came from biting her lip.

"You filthy bitch," I cursed, grinning maliciously, and slowly turned the screws on the torture bed, slowly spreading her legs apart.

Even without the bricks, her legs couldn't be spread very wide, and with the bricks, the tension on her tendons made it even harder. Sure enough, after only about 30 degrees, the young woman screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

"Tell me, and I'll let you go," I sneered.

"No...no..." The young woman shook her wet hair.

I turned the screws again, spreading her legs wider.

"Ah...ah..." A heart-wrenching scream filled with despair.

I remained coldly unmoved; I didn't consider her human unless she confessed.

"Are you going to talk or not? Are you going to talk or not?" My voice was also filled with madness.

When the young woman's legs were spread to a 90-degree angle, she fainted again.

I revived her with cold water, and after learning she wouldn't confess, I ordered two strong men to forcefully pry up her left leg and shove a brick under it. This time, the cracking sound confirmed her left knee was truly broken.

The young woman fainted again. When she awoke, I found her right knee had been broken by an iron rod. From that moment on, her periods of unconsciousness became shorter and shorter, almost every 10 minutes. Looking at the young woman fainting again, I truly couldn't understand what kind of poison the underground party had instilled in her; even such torture couldn't break her mouth. Seeing that it was getting late, I ordered my thugs to pry open her mouth and feed her some nutritious soup before going out for dinner.

During dinner, I received news that Nakamura's troops had missed their target again. How did the enemy obtain intelligence about our planned sweep? I was completely baffled. Then it suddenly occurred to me that when we arrested this female underground party member this morning, the city gate was in chaos, and many people had left. Could it be that they had two plans? One was that if this female underground party member successfully slipped out of the city, then the second plan wouldn't need to be implemented. The other was that if the first plan failed, they could take advantage of the chaos to send a second soldier out of the city. I realized that the second plan was highly likely. In that case, the young woman's behavior at the city gate seemed somewhat suicidal. But at least she was in my hands, and I would definitely make her talk.

My two henchmen and I returned to the torture chamber.

The young woman was still tied to the tiger-shaped stool. If it weren't for the rise and fall of her chest, I would have really thought she was a beautiful corpse.

I sneered, "Miss Li, I really admire you. You've managed to send out the intelligence again. The Eighth Route Army has safely moved away. Are you happy?"

The young woman tossed her face, which was hidden by her beautiful hair, and a weak smile appeared on her pretty face .

She said, "You can't eliminate the Eighth Route Army." I chuckled and said, "But now that you're in my hands, I'll make you talk."

The young woman's face paled, and she shut her mouth without speaking.

I sneered, "Then let's begin again."

I took a red-hot, glowing branding iron from the stove next to me and brought it to the young woman. I deliberately placed the branding iron near her face to make her feel the threat. "Where should I put it?" I slowly moved the branding iron down, and when it turned dark red, I pressed it against the young woman's right white sole.

"Ah...ah..." The young woman screamed in agony. Although her leg bone was broken, her nerves were still connected, and the branding iron on her sole still hurt a lot. When I removed the branding iron, a triangular charred mark appeared on the young woman's sole. I placed the branding iron on the fire and picked up another, grinning maliciously as I approached the young woman. I forcefully pressed it against the outside of her fair, rounded thigh.

"Ah...ah...kill...kill me...ah..." The young woman writhed in agony, screaming in agony. A scorch mark was left on the outside of her snow-white thigh. The young woman fainted again.

"Splash!" Cold well water was poured onto her body, and she gradually regained consciousness.

I lifted her drooping head and said, "I'll ask you one more time, will you talk or not? Don't hide anything for them anymore."

The young woman shook her head weakly.

"What a stubborn fellow."

I placed the iron rod in my hand on the stove. A minute later, I picked up the iron rod; it had turned red. I picked it up with a lewd grin. The young woman stared at me in astonishment, her eyes wide. I put the iron rod into the bucket of water.

"Sizzle!" White smoke rose from the bucket. I picked up the iron rod with a cold smile. Now the iron rod was no longer red-hot, but it was still very hot. I grinned maliciously and grabbed the end of the iron rod with both hands, pointing it at the young woman's vagina. "Will you talk, girl?"

"No... ah... ah..." the young woman let out a long wail, her limbs convulsing. After receiving her no answer, I immediately shoved the iron rod into her vagina and forcefully pushed it in, then stirred it left and right. In no time, the young woman fainted.

I pulled out the iron bar, looked at the young woman's bloodied vagina, and had no choice but to order the thugs to lock her up again.

Chapter 7

I had a restless sleep, and got up early the next morning. After breakfast, I went to the torture chamber.

Two thugs dragged the young woman named Li Jing from the women's cell and threw her onto the floor of the torture chamber.

The young woman's knees were bruised and swollen, her long hair falling down and covering her face. Her groin was also filthy. Apart from her two white and firm breasts, it was hard to tell that she had been a captivating beauty yesterday.

I walked over and kicked the young woman's naked body. She gave a soft groan. I stepped on one of her full breasts and laughed, "Miss Li, you must have had an unforgettable night last night. So, have you made up your mind for today?"

"I won't tell you," the young woman shook her head.

I had anticipated that the young woman wouldn't confess easily. I waved to the two thugs, who dragged her up and placed her on a wide, flat iron torture bed. Two iron rings bound her hands, and then her two broken legs were spread apart. Two large iron rings secured her thighs to the iron bed from the middle, opening her legs to about 60 degrees.

Then I ordered the two thugs to thoroughly wash the young woman with a hose and a brush. The jets of water flowed over her chest, lower abdomen, inner thighs, and then her calves. I saw the two thugs rinse and scrub her inner thighs repeatedly, turning her swollen, red labia inside out several times, and even inserting the hose into her vagina to rinse it. Of course, I knew what the two thugs were thinking.

I looked at the naked, damp young woman lying on the torture bed, picked up a white towel, and went to the bedside to wipe her chest, breasts, lower abdomen, and then the insides of her two white thighs clean. After washing, the young woman, apart from looking haggard, became even more charming.

"What a beauty," I thought to myself as I parted her labia. Her vagina looked somewhat pale from blood loss, yet tender with a touch of alluring red. My lust surged instantly, and I impatiently pressed myself against her, kneeling between her thighs, and thrusting my penis into her vagina.

Although her vagina was still moist from being washed, my penis moved in and out, making reciprocating piston-like movements. My legs were completely on top of hers, and my hands were on her breasts; my entire weight was on her.

As I thrust in and out, I observed the young woman's pretty face. I saw her occasionally furrow her brow and gasp for breath with each thrust. I couldn't tell if it was from pain in her injured leg or her vagina, but it didn't matter to me. As long as she was in pain, I was happy. Only when the pain became unbearable would she reveal the list

of underground party members in the city. After thrusting in and out more than a hundred times, I pulled my penis out of her vagina, then pinched her nose to force her mouth open, and then, laughing, ejaculated into her mouth. Next, I pressed my still-erect penis against her two full breasts, smearing my semen on her two tender, rosy nipples, which resembled two grapes.

"Ugh, ugh," the young woman raised her head and gagged, trying to spit out all the semen in her mouth. I lewdly watched her from one side of the torture bed. Then I ordered two thugs to play with both of the young woman's mouths simultaneously. The two thugs chuckled lewdly and approached the torture bed. They pulled the young woman's body upwards, causing her head to protrude off the bed. One thug climbed onto the bed and began to fondle her beautiful vagina, while the other manipulated her mouth.

"Ugh, ugh," the young woman moaned incoherently, her body convulsing on the bed, her large breasts bouncing alluringly like two little rabbits. It was clear

that both penises were deeply inside her; the first thug's penis was probing her cervix, while the second thug's penis had reached her throat.

Crystalline tears slowly streamed from the young woman's beautiful eyes. She desperately shook her head, trying to break free from the thugs' control, but their hands pressed tightly against her cheeks as they thrust further.

After they finished, milky white semen flowed from her vagina and mouth. When the thugs closed her mouth, she vomited stomach acid, followed by a thorough washing.

“Miss Li, shouldn’t you say something this time?”

The young woman turned her head away.

I grinned maliciously and said, “Miss Li, I have 65 kinds of torture instruments here. If you don’t talk, I’ll make you try them one by one and see how many you can tolerate.”

“You dog of a robber, don’t even think about it.”

“Miss Li, I admire your courage. I’ll see how long you can last.”

I decided to use electric shocks on her genitals directly. I lewdly ordered my thugs to bring over the generator and place it next to the torture bed. I picked up the iron rod, which was more than two feet long, and lewdly said, “Miss Li, your comrades have all tasted the feeling of this electric rod being used on their genitals. So today, I’ll let you experience it too.”

I lewdly ordered two thugs to pry open the young woman’s labia. The two thugs each pinched one of the young woman’s two swollen labia and pulled them to the sides, making the young woman’s vagina a pink circle. I opened the two thin labia minora. At this moment, I looked at the young woman. She closed her eyes. I grinned maliciously and aimed the iron rod at the young woman’s vagina and forcefully shoved it in.

"Oh..." The young woman's head tilted back. Although she was somewhat prepared, she still cried out in pain. The iron rod stopped halfway in. I gripped the base of the rod with both hands and forcefully pushed it into the woman's vagina, inch by inch. The iron rod slowly slid in. Due to dryness, when the more than two-foot-long rod was fully inserted, the woman's labia majora were completely turned inside out. The iron rod was firmly contained within the woman's vagina and could not be moved at all. I released the iron rod, and at a glance, it looked like an iron tree had grown from the crack in the dark grass at the base of the woman's white legs.

I connected the wire to the iron rod and pressed her for answers again. The woman still shook her head, her pretty face covered in sweat. Seeing that the woman was not confessing, I turned on the power.

First, I saw the woman's naked body arch upwards, trembling rapidly, and then a long scream burst from her mouth.

"Ah..." That scream was completely uncontrollable; it's the kind of sound a person, especially a woman, makes when the pain is unbearable.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes... The young woman's naked body struggled in agony on the torture bed. Her beautiful eyes were wide open, seemingly about to pop out of their sockets, and her hair was already soaked with sweat. Ten minutes later, I turned off the power.

With a "thud," the young woman's body fell onto the torture bed, limp and lifeless, as if her bones had been removed. She gasped for breath, her entire body covered in sweat, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

I grinned maliciously and parted her pubic hair, seeing a thin stream of water flowing from above the iron rod, wetting the dark forest. The young woman had lost control of her bladder.

I waited for the young woman for five minutes, then went in and said, "Will you talk or not? If you don't, I'll use the electricity again, and the intensity will be increased."

The young woman's lips trembled for a long time before she uttered a single sentence: "Beast."

I turned off the power again. The young woman, naked, suddenly jumped up. I turned the power up to the highest setting, the limit of human torture; exceeding that would kill. Simultaneously, sparks flew from her breasts and vagina.

"Ah...ah..." the young woman screamed violently, gasping for breath. Her urethra opened, and urine gushed out like an arrow.

"Will you talk?"

"Ah...ah..."

I grabbed a thin, long iron bar, over a meter long, and then ordered one of the thugs to turn off the power.

As soon as the power was off, before the young woman's urethra could close completely, I forcefully inserted the iron bar into her urethra, which had opened into a small, round hole. The young woman screamed miserably, the muscles in her inner thighs twisting and convulsing violently. I coldly watched the young woman's contorted face as I slowly inserted the iron bar into her urethra. After inserting it about 40 centimeters, the young woman's eyes suddenly widened. I stopped inserting, pulled out the iron bar, and a stream of bloody water gushed out of her urethra, slurring and dripping. The young woman fainted again.

Several buckets of cold water plunged the young woman back into a nightmare. After receiving news of her death, I ordered my thugs to tie a rope around her waist, tightly binding her body to the iron bed. Then, several rusty iron nails, each about two inches long and as thick as a finger, were brought in.

I grinned maliciously, picked up an iron nail, and approached the young woman. I held it up to the base of her firm right breast, lewdly saying, "Miss Li, I advise you to confess."

The young woman opened her beautiful eyes, stared into my eyes, and shook her head. The hatred and defiant energy in her large, bright eyes sent chills down my spine.

I coughed to calm my fear, then grinned again and drove the nail into the base of her firm, white right breast.

With a piercing scream, the nail emerged from the opposite side of her breast, pulling out the yellowish-white fat and blood, instantly staining one breast crimson.

"Confess or not?" I demanded fiercely.

The young woman's face was contorted in pain, her brows furrowed, her teeth grinding, but she wouldn't speak.

"If you don't confess, I'll skin you alive," I said, grabbing her hair.

"Pah, you beast!" The young woman spat at me, but I dodged in time.

"Fine, you won't shed a tear until you see the coffin. I'll grant your wish today." I slammed the iron nail to the ground, and a small knife appeared in my hand.

I grinned maliciously as I approached the torture bed, pulled the nail out of her right breast, and blood immediately flowed from the wound. I grinned again as I grasped her full, intact left breast with my left hand, and with my right hand, I pressed the knife against the base of her breast. With a forceful pull, the knife penetrated about half a centimeter, then circled it along the base of her white breast, and a thin red line flowed out from the base.

The young woman lay supine on the torture bed, her eyes wide open, gasping for breath. Her hands were pressed tightly against the edge of the iron torture bed, and her naked body trembled.

"Will you talk or not?"

"..."

I used the knife to make a straight cut below her pink areola towards the base of her breast. Then I placed the knife beside her body, pressed my index fingers on either side of her breast, hooked my thumbs into the cut, and squeezed the skin tightly. Then, grinning maliciously, I tore the skin off her breast to both sides.

"Ah...ah...no..." the young woman screamed in agony.

Blood gushing from her breast immediately stained my fingers. I grinned maliciously and continued to pull the skin off her breast. The tendons and fat inside her breast were torn apart, and her snow-white, fleshy breast immediately became a bloody mess. I could have cut the tendons attached to the skin and flesh while pulling, but to increase her pain, I forcefully tore the skin off her breast.

A piece of skin, along with the pink nipple, was peeled off completely. Deprived of blood nourishment, the pink nipple appeared somewhat pale.

The young woman lay on the torture bed, panting dazedly. Half of her once-white body was now stained crimson with blood from her breast. I grinned savagely at her breast, now a mass of soft, red flesh, her skin peeled off. "Miss Li, can't take it anymore? Speak now, and you might save your life. There's an old Chinese saying, 'Better to live a wretched life than die a good death.' Don't keep their secrets any longer. Speak."

The young woman's face was ashen with pain, but she didn't answer. I decided to inflict the branding torture on her again. In my mind, fire was the most unbearable form of torture.

Two thugs carried a large, blazing charcoal stove from the inner room, on which lay six or seven branding irons. I grinned savagely, took out a scorching hot iron, and held it to the young woman's left breast, asking with a savage grin, "Will you talk or not?"

"..."

I slammed the branding iron against the side of her breast.

"Ah..." A pitiful scream rang out as her naked body writhed on the torture bed. I pressed the branding iron tightly against her breast. Two minutes later, I removed the iron. A hideous, charred scar appeared on the young woman's smooth, white breast. She had lost consciousness. I applied alcohol to her skinned breast, and she awoke from the pain. The young woman lay on the torture bed, groaning in agony. I threw the branding iron into the furnace and replaced it with another, pressing it against the other breast.

The young woman's limbs convulsed. She struggled desperately, letting out heart-wrenching screams. A burnt smell began to fill the torture chamber. I changed the branding iron repeatedly, first her breasts, then her smooth abdomen, then her rounded thighs. An hour later, the young woman's naked body was covered in branding marks. She had come back to life several times. Her once smooth, beautiful, and alluring body no longer aroused my lust.

Several buckets of cold water were poured over the young woman again, waking her up. "Will you talk or not?" I roared, pulling her hair up. The woman gently shook her head, and when I let go, her head drooped again.

"Bastard." I decided to torture her sensitive genitals again.

The woman's legs were spread to their limit. I grinned and held a red-hot branding iron to her left pubic area, pressing it against her plump vulva. The smell of burning flesh and hair immediately rose up.

"Ah...ah..." The woman let out a long, hoarse scream.

"Will you talk or not?" At this point, I had completely lost hope. After receiving no answer from the woman, I desperately picked up a white-hot branding iron, then used my left hand to separate the woman's swollen, engorged labia, and forcefully inserted the branding iron between her labia.

"Ah..." The woman let out an extremely miserable scream, and she fainted again. The fishy, burnt smell rising in the torture chamber was unbearable even for me.

Chapter 8.

A gallows was erected beside the vegetable market in the east of the city, and over a hundred military police, armed to the teeth, surrounded the open space.

It was noon, and the market was packed with Chinese civilians. A week had passed since the interrogation of the young woman. Unable to obtain a confession from her, I decided to publicly execute her in the east market as a warning and to intimidate the anti-Japanese elements.

At exactly 12:00, I rode a tall horse, followed by a squad of military police. The young woman, Zhou Jing, was naked and bound to a large frame, her lower body completely exposed, to humiliate her.

At 12:15, the military police arrived at the execution ground.

With a wave of my hand, two military police untied the young woman from the frame and dragged her to the gallows. Then, her limbs were bound with ropes, and she was hung on the frame in a spread-eagle position. A military policeman put a noose around her neck.

Sobs rose from the surrounding crowd. The young woman knew her final moment had arrived. She tossed her hair, took a breath, and said, "Fellow villagers, what's wrong? Don't cry. We can't cry in front of the Japanese devils. Chinese people must have backbone! The Japanese devils will definitely be driven out of China! The Communist Party will definitely lead..." Seeing her words becoming increasingly incoherent, I waved my hand, and the military policeman holding the rope tightened it forcefully.

With a "uh," the young woman's voice abruptly stopped. Her naked body was pulled upwards, and a minute later, she writhed on the gallows, her limbs kicking and thrashing wildly. The weeping around her grew louder, and I saw hateful eyes flashing in the crowd.

"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The machine gun swept into the sky, and the crowd stopped surging forward. At this moment, the young woman's naked body stopped writhing, and then urine flowed from the cleft between her black pubic hair. I grinned as I approached the young woman's corpse, snatched a gun from a military policeman, and sneered, "This is what happens when you resist the Imperial Army."

After saying that, I plunged the bayonet into the young woman's lower body, twisted it, and then lifted it upwards. The young woman's abdomen was ripped open along with her vagina, and her blood-red intestines, uterus, and other parts all flowed out, hanging softly below her spread thighs.

"The body will be exposed for three days. No one is allowed to collect the body. Anyone who disobeys will be treated as a traitor to the Eighth Route Army."

In the afternoon, I returned to the military police station. I was sure that this move must have shocked the Eighth Route Army and the people in the city.

In the blink of an eye, it was spring of 1943. In mid-March, my military police station received a secret report from the plainclothes team that the "Mei" organization was holding a meeting at Zhou Laotan's house in the slums of the south of the city. I immediately set off with a small squad.

With a bang, I kicked open the door to Old Zhou's house. It was empty; they had run away. Only the still-warm tea on the table proved they hadn't been gone long.

"Chase them!"

We scaled the wall. Outside was a narrow alley, and a figure flashed ahead.

"Up ahead! Take her alive!" I yelled, because I saw that the figure was clearly a girl.

The military police howled and pounced.

Two shots rang out, and two military policemen were knocked down. The rest, however, charged forward fearlessly. I knew they had also realized it was a girl; seeing a girl was like a wolf seeing meat in its mouth.

A smoking grenade was thrown, and I quickly dropped to the ground.

"Boom!" Two military policemen who couldn't get down in time were blown to bits.

"Damn it!"

I led the military police forward. The alley turned a corner, and the girl disappeared from sight. The alley was lined with civilians from the city.

"She must have run into one of the houses. Search."

As I kicked open the fifth door, a young woman caught my attention. She was holding a baby who was just over two months old and breastfeeding it. When she saw me come in, she quickly tucked her two firm, full breasts into her clothes.

"Sir." She greeted me, but I pushed her aside and went into the inner room. The room was completely bare, with nowhere to hide. I sneered, "Damn it, I saw a girl run in. Where is her?"

"Oh, sir, what are you saying? You must be looking for communists. I didn't see anyone except you. Search if you don't believe me."

I pointed my gun at her and said, "Hiding Eighth Route Army soldiers? You're dead."

The woman lifted the baby in her arms and said, "Sir, my law-abiding citizen, hiding Eighth Route Army soldiers won't stand for it."

I went out and returned to the military police station. The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt. The duck that was almost in my hand had flown away. That woman was definitely suspicious.

So I ordered the entire military police to disguise themselves and keep a close watch on that alley.

The moon rose high in the sky, and the alley was silent.

I saw a candle lit in the young woman's room.

I perked up, and soon a dark figure darted out the door.

"Well, well, we've finally got you."

The figure headed east, and as soon as it turned a corner, four military police pounced and pinned it to the ground. As expected, the figure was indeed a young woman, about eighteen or nineteen years old, graceful and elegant, with short, shoulder-length hair, a round face with large, bright eyes, a high nose, delicate eyebrows, full lips, and a high, full chest. She wore a neat black blouse, which made her look even more dashing. At this moment, she was struggling desperately in the hands of the four military police. I ordered the military police to take the girl to the headquarters first, and then led another team straight to the house.

"Bang!" The door was kicked open, and I led the military police into the room, the gleaming bayonets flashing blindingly in the moonlight.

The young woman came out at the sound, and a military policeman had already impaled the baby on his bayonet. The woman lunged at him like a madwoman to snatch the child, and then her husband came out at the sound. Another bayonet pierced the man's chest, and the woman screamed sharply and collapsed to the ground.

I looked at the woman, grinned maliciously, and ordered several military policemen to dismantle the gate panel and lay it flat on the ground. Torches were lit around the panel, and then the woman was laid flat on the panel, her breasts swollen. I lewdly ordered the military policemen to fetch a bucket of water.

"Splash!" Cold water was poured over the woman, and she woke up, realizing what we wanted to do to her. She screamed and cursed like a madwoman. I grinned maliciously and said, "Anyone who opposes the Imperial Army will die!" With a wave of my hand, four military policemen stretched the woman's limbs out of the panel. Then I drove four iron nails into the woman's palms and the backs of her feet, nailing her to the panel like a frog with her limbs spread wide. The young woman screamed and cursed. I grinned savagely as I straddled her, ripping open her bra and lewdly reaching inside to fondle her breasts, which were swollen from breastfeeding. After a few tearing sounds, her upper body was completely naked.

"Beast! Demon! You'll all die a horrible death!" the woman screamed, her voice like a cuckoo's lament. I reached down to her crotch, unbuckled her belt, and slipped my hand inside her panties, guiding my fingers into her cleft.

"Ah...ah...beast...ah..." the woman screamed and cursed. I leered as I tore off her trousers, leaving them limply hanging on the young woman's calves. Her skin was fair and delicate. I leered again, grabbing her panties and ripping them open. A thick tuft of black pubic hair appeared before my eyes. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, evenly distributed on her full, pert mons pubis, forming a large patch. I chuckled obscenely, stripped off my clothes, and then leaned down on top of her, squeezing her breasts with both hands before thrusting my penis directly into her.

The young woman screamed, trying to tilt her head back and bite my face, but a military policeman stepped on her hair.

My penis churned and thrust in and out of her vagina. The young woman's vagina wasn't tight, but it was moist enough to feel good gripping my penis.

I thrust in and out repeatedly. After cursing a few times, the young woman became motionless like a dead person, only humming softly.

"Bastard," I cursed under my breath, thrusting my penis into her vagina with all my might, and then took one of her nipples into my mouth. Her nipples were large and slightly purplish, and a sweet liquid flowed into my mouth. I lewdly sucked on them, while my penis thrust wildly inside the young woman's vagina.

The woman laboriously lifted her head, looking at me, the man moving inside her, and cursed, "How could Japan produce such a depraved beast?" It wasn't until the 1990s, after the war, that I understood how true her words were. We Japanese really are beasts, and our Japanese sex industry is the best in the world.

I finally finished, pulled my penis out of the young woman's body, and leisurely lit a cigarette. Then the military police continued what they had been doing. More than thirty military police took turns inside the young woman's body. When the last military policeman withdrew from the young woman's body, her lower body was a mess. Her pubic hair was covered with blood and grime, and her breasts were overflowing with milk. The young woman was on the verge of death. I grinned and ordered the military police to carry the door panel covered with semen and filth, along with the young woman's naked body, into the room. I picked up a wooden stick from the woodshed, sharpened the end of the stick, and then grinned as I parted the young woman's two wet labia and shoved the stick into her vagina.

"Ah..." the young woman cried out in agony, her teeth clenched tightly around her lower lip, her hand gripping the nail embedded in her palm. Then, a large pile of firewood was brought out from the kitchen and piled beside her. I grinned maliciously and personally lit the firewood, then went outside. The woman's agonizing screams echoed from inside the house, followed by the entire house bursting into flames. I laughed heartily and led the military police back; it was already broad daylight.

Chapter 9

After a hurried breakfast, I rushed to the torture chamber in the basement of the military police headquarters. Torturing female prisoners was my hobby, and I hadn't had the opportunity in a long time.

When I entered the chamber, the girl was tied to an iron post. Seeing her disheveled appearance, flushed face, and messy hair, I knew the two thugs had already assaulted her, as her bra was almost completely over, exposing one breast.

My stern gaze swept over the two thugs, who lowered their heads. I wouldn't allow them to lay a hand on a female prisoner without my permission.

"Bastards," I cursed.

"Captain, we..."

I waved my hand.

The two thugs each slapped the other fifty times.

"Don't do it again."

"Yes, sir."

I turned around, and one of the thugs had moved a chair in front of me. I sat down and looked at the beautiful young girl. At that moment, the girl looked up at me, and after our eyes met, she lowered her head.

"Strip her naked," I lewdly said.

The two thugs walked over with lewd grins. Knowing there was no escape, the girl closed her large, bright eyes and turned her head away. Two thugs each grabbed one side of her blouse.

With a "rip," her bra was torn open, revealing a small piece of white cloth tightly bound to her chest. One of the thugs untied the knot, and the cloth was pulled down, revealing the girl's two white, pointed, and perky cone-shaped breasts. The girl didn't move or make a sound. This was very rare; usually, young girls would react differently when stripped naked in front of other men, but I saw none of that in this girl. Then the two thugs pulled down the girl's trousers, hanging them on her ankles. The girl was wearing a pink panty underneath. The two thugs' large hands had already grabbed the panty. I saw the girl take a breath. Then the panty was pulled down, and the girl's private parts were fully exposed. At the base of her two white thighs, a long, narrow strand of dark pubic hair was distributed on her vulva, from below her navel to her anus. It was black and shiny. I walked over with a lewd smile and casually pinched one of her breasts. The girl's breast was taut and seemed to have a little lump. I knew as soon as I touched it that this girl must not have been a virgin.

Then I squatted down to observe her genitals. Her pubic hair was very black and shiny, and the skin beneath it appeared somewhat reddish. Her two pale pink labia were pressed tightly together, giving her a fresh and delicate appearance, like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley, giving me a unique feeling. My large hand groped towards her thigh, then slid down her calf, revealing her pants hanging on her ankles. I stood up and sat back in my chair, saying, "Take off her shoes."

The two thugs laughed and began to remove her shoes. Suddenly, the girl struggled violently, and it took them considerable effort to remove them, exposing her two bare feet to me. I noticed that the girl looked very nervous. A question arose in my mind: she wasn't nervous when I was removing her clothes earlier, so why was she acting this way now?

I stared intently at the girl, who avoided my gaze. A thought struck me, and I said, "Bring me her shoes." Sure enough, the girl became even more nervous. I picked up one shoe and sniffed it; there was no smell. I took a knife and opened one of her shoes. Inside was nothing. I opened the other shoe, and sure enough, I soon discovered the secret: a small note was tucked inside the insole.

Despair rose on the girl's pretty face. I unfolded the note; a line of delicate handwriting read: "Meet at the City God Temple tomorrow at noon. Feng."

I realized I was about to strike it rich. Smiling, I spread the note out and said, "Girl, you're too naive. Tell me honestly, who is Feng?" Tears streamed down the girl's face; she didn't speak. I sneered, "Girl, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me now. I can catch her tomorrow, hahaha." I laughed triumphantly. I stopped toying with the girl and hurried to the village head of Zhongcun in the county town to report the situation.

Captain Nakamura gave me a thumbs-up and said, "Nishimura-kun, (I forgot to mention my full name is Nishimura Sayou), if we can completely destroy the 'Plum' organization this time, your contribution will be immense! I will definitely report this to General Ishii."

I snapped to attention and said, "Thank you, Colonel Nakamura."

"Do you need the battalion's help?"

"No, my military police are sufficient."

The night was bright and clear under the moonlight.

I was in a good mood as I arrived at the underground torture chamber. The girl was still bound to that iron pillar; she would be promoted tomorrow, which greatly aroused my lust. I ordered two thugs to untie the girl from the iron pillar and drag her to a stone chamber next to the torture chamber. That was my special place for torturing beautiful women; I named it the "Lewd Chamber."

Inside the room were various racks and sex toys of different lengths. I ordered two thugs to close the door, then dragged the naked girl onto an arched iron bed, pressed her face up onto it, and tightly bound her hands to the sides. A cork was placed under her buttocks, and her two white thighs were spread apart, her jade-like ankles fastened with iron rings. I stripped off my clothes, leering, and picked up a brush, gently brushing her two pink, tender nipples.

The girl closed her eyes tightly, her limbs tense with fear.

I leered and took out a plaster and a red pill from a medicine box. I first pried open her mouth and stuffed the melt-in-your-mouth pill into it. The girl desperately shook her head, trying to stop me, and it took some effort. I leered, "Girl, after taking this medicine, you'll become a little lamb longing for someone to love you, hahaha." I laughed lewdly.

"Devil," the girl said, tears welling in her beautiful eyes. I crouched down, leering as I buried my head between the girl's thighs. My lips lightly touched the pubic hair at the base of her thighs. The muscles in her thighs were highly tense. I lewdly parted her pink labia, then dipped my right index finger in some ointment and inserted it into her rosy vagina, gently applying the ointment to the inner walls. Next, I crouched down and began to suck and lick her nipples. I held them in my mouth, gently licking them with my tongue and lightly biting them with my teeth. After about 15 minutes, the girl's breathing became heavy, her chest heaving, and she twisted her legs, trying to squeeze them together. She was desperately resisting the effects of the aphrodisiac, but I knew she was overestimating herself. This drug was extremely potent, especially since I had given her a double dose. While licking her nipples, I reached down to her genitals with my other hand, peeling back her clitoris, which was surrounded by her labia, and teasing it.

"Oh...oh..." The girl's face flushed, and she moaned softly. The sound sent shivers down my spine. Then I felt my fingers, which were probing inside her vagina, become wet. I moved my head to her lower body, and between her two tender red labia, a clear, glistening trickle of fluid was flowing out. I parted her labia; her vagina was already soaking wet. I inserted my fingers into her vagina; it was very hot and wet inside. I knelt down on her thighs, aimed my penis at her vulva, parted her labia with both hands, and then placed the head of my penis against the entrance of her vagina, slowly inserting it. Her vagina... It was slippery and wet inside, tightly gripping my glans. My glans was already inside her vagina, surrounded by hot fluid. I leaned down, pressing her breasts, and thrust my penis in, the entire length sliding into her vagina. The thin hymen had broken as I penetrated, and fluid was squeezed out from the outside of my penis, immediately wetting her pubic hair. The girl's pretty face flushed crimson, shining with a beautiful sheen. At this moment, she was no longer fully conscious, only knowing

to thrust vigorously to meet my penetration. I thrust in and out forcefully, making a squelching sound, her labia constantly flipping in and out.

After I was satisfied, the two thugs also satisfied their desires.

The next morning, I ordered the girl to be taken to the comfort station, so that the other soldiers could enjoy themselves to their hearts' content.

The girl was taken to the innermost room, a small room with only a flat bed as furniture. She was forced onto it, lying face up, and fully awake, struggling fiercely. Four military police officers tightly stretched her limbs into a spread-eagle position, then bound her to the bed with leather ropes extending from all sides. Before we even left, a long line had formed in front of her room. I stepped out of the room and heard the girl's heart-wrenching screams coming from inside.

In the afternoon, our military police unit arrived at the City God Temple on time. All the officers were concealed behind a cluster of houses in the distance; only a disguised sentry stood guard in front of the temple.

Time passed slowly, and no suspicious target appeared. By evening, I realized how stupid I had been. The gunfire in the city last night couldn't have gone unnoticed by the enemy, and with their female soldier missing, they must have already noticed and wouldn't come. I was so stupid.

Upon returning to the military police headquarters, I immediately went to the comfort station to bring the girl back for interrogation. At dusk, I arrived with several military police officers. The girl lay supine on the flat bed, her breasts red and swollen from being squeezed, her once white inner thighs now a patch of purplish-blue, her labia pitifully turned outwards, a dark purple, and the filthy semen still flowing out. Underneath the flat bed was a basin; I looked at it—it was at least half full of semen. It seemed the girl had satisfied at least a hundred Imperial Army soldiers. I grabbed the comfort station manager by the clothes and slapped him twice: "You bastard!" The manager, covering his face,

said, "Captain, she…she just couldn't take it anymore and fainted. I…I'll wake her up right away."

I said, "Clean her up and take her to the military police headquarters."

"Yes, sir."

Not long after I returned to the military police headquarters, two gunshots suddenly rang out in the street. Judging from the sound, they were coming from nearby. I led the military police to the street, and less than 500 meters from the headquarters, two military policemen lay dead in pools of blood, both shot in the head. A chill ran down my spine; I knew something was wrong. These two military policemen were the same ones I had left at the comfort station. I rushed to the comfort station, and sure enough, the female prisoner had been taken away by the two military policemen.

"Damn it! Those Eighth Route Army guerrillas are incredibly cunning! Where are they?" I was so angry I wanted to shoot myself.

Chapter 10

"Damn it, you're all useless! Another victory gone! So many female prisoners and you couldn't get a single thing out of them? What use is your military police?"

*Clang!* Captain Nakamura drew his sword.

I stood numbly before Nakamura. It was indeed my fault. Sweat dripped from my forehead. I knew that if Nakamura threw the sword in front of me, I would have to serve the Emperor, but I couldn't accept not eliminating the "Plum" organization.

*Whoosh* Nakamura sheathed his sword again, coldly saying, "Nishimura-kun, if I didn't know you were a soldier loyal to the Empire, you wouldn't see the sun tomorrow."

I gasped for breath, snapping to attention, "I am willing to serve the Emperor."

Nakamura gave me a cold look and said, "I'll give you two more months. You can use all your resources to eliminate 'Plum,' or you don't need to come see me again."

I don't know how I left Nakamura's headquarters. Two months—only 60 days! I didn't even know where the "Plum" organization was.

I returned to the military police headquarters, sat down, lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and exhaled the smoke rings. I reflected on everything that had happened before: Shu Manxue, Gui Lan, Zhou Jing, and the unknown girl I had apprehended. They were all women, young and beautiful, so I concluded that "Mei" was a predominantly female organization. This was evident even in the ancient Chinese character for "Mei." Who were they? Where were they? From Shu Manxue and Zhou Jing, I could tell they were far from ordinary people; they were cultured and sophisticated. This limited their scope of activity. I decided to place undercover agents in universities, hospitals, restaurants, and other establishments in Pingyang City, and deployed plainclothes officers to the streets. Then, I gathered the files of all the female workers in the universities and hospitals and began a needle-in-a-haystack investigation.

My first thought was to find someone whose name contained the character "凤" (Feng). The results came back quickly: four people had "凤" in their names. They were Wang Fenglan, Zhang Feng, Li Jinfeng, and Xu Fengyun. I ordered the military police to conduct a detailed investigation into their family situations. The case of Zhang Feng caught my attention. Zhang Feng: female, 23 years old, lived in a detached house in the suburbs, worked at Pingyang High School. Her father was originally a famous doctor in Pingyang, but was arrested and imprisoned for refusing to serve the Imperial Army. He was released two days later and died at home three weeks later. At the time, Zhang Feng was only 17 years old. I thought this detail about her father was worth investigating, so I ordered the plainclothes team to strengthen their surveillance of Zhang Feng.

Two days later, a plainclothes team member reported that several students had been entering and leaving Zhang Feng's house.

They were definitely up to something. I ordered them not to alert them and to continue surveillance.

As dusk fell, the March air was still somewhat cold. I led more than twenty military police officers, lying in ambush in the shadows of the city. The night was as dark as ink; apart from the occasional bark of a dog, the city was completely silent.

As midnight approached, a patrol had just passed when several dark figures appeared on the street. I looked closer and saw slogans being pasted up. I watched their actions with a cold smile: "Is it worth it, just to put up a few slogans?"

Several military police tried to rush out, but I stopped them. I wanted the entire "Mei" organization, not just a few of them.

The figures retreated, and I quietly followed them with my military police. Sure enough, their hideout was Zhang Feng's house on the outskirts of the city.

I led my team to the house and surrounded it. A plainclothes officer who had been monitoring them ran over and said, "Captain, they went out for a bit, but they're back now."

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Good job. This time, we'll wipe them out in one fell swoop." "

I led the military police over the wall and kicked the door open with a bang. Amidst gasps, the men and women inside tried to gather up the banners spread on the table, but the military police had already rushed in and pinned them to the ground.

The lights in the room blazed on, and two men and two women were brought in with their hands twisted behind their backs. I lifted up the beautiful girl, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and said, 'You are Zhang Feng.' The girl turned her head away.

Then I looked at the other three people, three students, about seventeen or eighteen years old, two boys and one girl. The girl had fair skin and a round face with a rosy glow, but she still looked very young. One of the two boys was trembling with fear.

'Report, nothing else was found in the room.'

I waved my hand and said, 'Take them away.' " "

The four men were taken to the military police's underground torture chamber, where I decided to interrogate them that very night.

First, I ordered the military police to hang Zhang Feng and the female student from a rack on the left, their feet barely touching the ground. Then, two male students were tied to two iron pillars on the right, facing them.

I first approached the defiant male student, holding a leather whip, and poked him with the tip, saying, 'Besides your teacher Zhang, are there any other people in your school doing things detrimental to the Imperial Army?'

'I don't know,' the male student replied, his eyes flashing with anger.

'Crack!' I lashed him hard across the face, leaving a welt from his eyebrow to his mouth, bleeding slightly.

The male student only grunted.

'You have guts.' I smiled and lashed him again on the tip of his nose.

'Ah…' he couldn't help but let out a short, sharp scream.

I raised the whip again.

'Stop! Don't hit him! They don't know anything. I know everything you want to know. Come at me if you dare !'" "Zhang Feng shouted and cursed.

I grinned maliciously and said, "Miss Zhang, it's not your turn yet, but if you want your student to suffer less, just say so."

Zhang Feng shut her mouth, and I knew she wouldn't confess yet. I grinned maliciously as I approached the female student. The student looked at me in terror, and I suddenly ripped open her bra.

"Ah..." the student screamed. I continued to pull off her underwear, and the girl's breasts were bare. Her two white breasts were not fully developed, just small like two steamed buns. I continued to reach into her short skirt, and the girl cried.

"Beast!" Zhang Feng cursed from the other side. I grinned lewdly as I tore open the girl's short skirt and then pulled down her white panties, revealing the girl's two pink legs and the secret place between her thighs. I grinned lewdly as I stared at the girl's genitals. The girl's genitals had sparse pubic hair, which was not black but rather yellowish, but the skin under the pubic hair was unusually delicate and rosy. I grinned lewdly as I reached out and pinched her labia.

The girl trembled as if electrocuted, screaming, "Teacher!" "

I lewdly pinched her labia and spread them apart, saying, 'Girl, talk, or your teacher can't save you.'

The girl twisted helplessly, not answering. I lewdly inserted my finger into her vagina. The girl's two pink labia minora were very tender, and I directly inserted my finger. The

girl's legs tensed, and she screamed.

'Talk, or I'll turn you into a young woman.'

'No...no...' the girl screamed, and I saw tears welling up in Zhang Feng's beautiful eyes.

I pulled my finger out and said to the two military policemen, 'She's yours now. Take her to the inner room and enjoy her.'

The two military policemen dragged the girl into the inner room, and soon the girl's miserable screams could be heard from inside.

I walked up to the defiant boy with a sneer and said, 'Will you talk or not?'

'I don't know.'

I sneered, took out a bayonet, placed the tip of the blade against his left eye, and asked again, 'Will you talk or not?'" “

No…ah…” After he didn’t answer, I gouged out his left eye, and blood flowed from his eye socket.

“Will you talk or not?”

“No…no…ah…” A long scream, and his right eye was also gouged out. He lost consciousness. I said to the other two military policemen, “Take him out and bury him alive.” The two military policemen took him away.

I held the blood-stained bayonet in front of another boy. He had already wet his pants in fear. Before I could ask him anything, he said, “Spare me, I…I’ll tell you everything.”

I laughed, “As long as you tell everything, I’ll give you lots of gold and women.” Then I ordered the thugs to put him down. I said, “What’s your name?”

He nodded and bowed, “Sir, my name is Wang Ping. It was…it was she who forced me to do this.” Wang Ping pointed at Zhang Feng.

“Shameless, I was really blind.” "

Sir, I only know that there's a teacher named Xiao Lan in our school, and Zhang Zhangming is with her too. Zhang Zhangming is also her boyfriend. You'll have to ask her for the rest. She's our superior; she knows everything."

I patted Wang Ping on the shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, you'll be working for the Imperial Army from now on."

"Thank you, Sir." I was surprised by how quickly this Wang Ping changed his tune.

I approached Zhang Feng and lewdly said, "Miss Zhang, is there anything else you want to say?"

Zhang Feng raised her pretty face and looked at me, saying, "Nothing to say. Kill me or torture me, it's up to you."

"Oh my, Miss Zhang, you're such a beauty, how could I bear to kill you? Just tell me who your superior is, and I'll let you go and reunite you with your boyfriend."

"Pah, you beast."

I leered and approached Zhang Feng. She was wearing a blue long gown, a black long skirt, and peony-red cloth shoes. I leered and first unbuttoned her clothes, but Zhang Feng turned her head away. I leered and reached inside her warm breasts, pulling off her outer garment. She was wearing a white blouse underneath. I leered and touched her firm breasts through the blouse. Zhang Feng trembled and cursed. I

roughly pulled her blouse open, revealing her two full, round breasts. Two large, white mounds, like inverted bowls, rested on her breasts. I leered and squeezed her breasts… In my hands, her two breasts were incredibly elastic, smooth and jade-like. I lewdly pressed my face against them, my fingers digging into her deep cleavage, pressing her breasts against my face. Then, with a lewd grin, I took one of her pink nipples into

my mouth. The girl trembled slightly. I sucked and licked her soft nipple, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings with the tip of my tongue.

The girl's body writhed. I lewdly licked one nipple, then the other, while simultaneously squeezing her breast and forcefully pushing the nipple out, playing with her tender pink tip.

Zhang Feng's pretty face turned ashen, and crystal tears streamed down her face.

After playing with her for a while, my hand moved downwards, and I unbuckled her belt.

"Ah...no!" she screamed.

"Say it and I'll stop," I said.

"No!" "

I reached into her panties and ripped open her trousers, then pulled down her pale white panties. Under the light, her lower body was dazzling; her thighs were snow-white, while the groin area was jet black. Her pubic hair was thick and dense, a thick clump covering her lower abdomen and inner thighs.

I lewdly ordered the military police to tie her legs with rope and spread them apart, binding them to two wooden posts on either side, exposing all her private parts.

I lewdly squatted between her legs, carefully examining the girl's genitals. Because her legs were spread apart and bound to the posts, it was possible to..." I could vaguely see a tiny slit deep within her pubic hair. With a lewd grin, I parted the pubic hair and saw the narrow cleft. Two thin, pale white labia majora, slightly parted from being pulled apart by her legs, were barely visible. I lewdly separated them, revealing her tender, slightly moist labia minora, like two guards protecting her deep, pink vagina. I leaned closer and gently parted her labia minora, revealing a pale white, crescent-shaped hymen. I stood up lewdly, stripped off my clothes, and said, "Miss Zhang, let the Imperial Army comfort you."

"You beast." "Zhang Feng cursed.

I stood up, wrapped my arms around her back, and pressed her two full breasts tightly against my chest. Then I pressed my penis against her vaginal opening, making sure it was aligned. I arched my back and thrust upwards forcefully.

"Ah..." Zhang Feng cried out. My penis was halfway in. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly. I exerted all my strength, arched my lower body, and thrust my penis into her lower body.

"Ah...ah..." she cried out in pain. My penis was fully inserted. A stream of hot liquid flowed down my thigh. I knew it must be her blood. I thrust and pulled wildly, lifting the girl's body again and again. The girl tilted her head back and cried out in pain. I thrust violently dozens of times, and a hot stream uncontrollably gushed into the depths of her body. I stopped and pulled out my penis. There was a faint trace of blood on my penis. I turned around and saw Wang Ping's lower body was erect. He grinned lewdly and said, "Want to try the teacher?" Wang

Ping nodded, and with a wave of my hand, he walked over with a lewd grin.

His hands gripped Zhang Feng's breasts, and Zhang Feng suddenly snapped back to reality, crying out, "Wang Ping, you...you beast!"

Wang Ping uttered something I never expected: "Teacher Zhang, you're so beautiful, I've wanted to sleep with you for a long time."

Zhang Feng was speechless; she turned her pretty face away in despair. Wang Ping thrust his penis into Zhang Feng's body, his hands forcefully fondling, squeezing, and sucking her breasts.

Zhang Feng cursed angrily and painfully, "Wang Ping, you beast, I will haunt you even as a ghost... Ah..."

Chapter 11

Based on Wang Ping's confession, early the next morning I led the military police to the school and arrested the female teacher named Xiao Lan and Zhang Feng's boyfriend Zhang Zhangming. We also found a telegraph machine and an unsent telegram in Xiao Lan's residence. The telegram clearly showed the location of a batch of chemical poison gas bombs stored by our army. This batch of chemical weapons had only arrived in Pingyang three days ago. The intelligence of the Eighth Route Army was simply too accurate, so accurate that it terrified me. I took the two of them and the telegraph machine to the torture chamber.

I tied Xiao Lan and Zhang Zhangming to the iron post and carefully examined the female underground party member named Xiao Lan. She was about twenty-four years old, with a long, fair, and delicate face. Her slender eyebrows were curved like willow leaves, and her large, watery eyes, combined with her small, elegant nose, accentuated her sweet and delicate beauty. Her breasts were full and rounded under her pink cheongsam, making her curves even more alluring. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

The man named Zhang Zhangming also had thick eyebrows and large eyes, a very sturdy build, and a square face. He was clearly a clever and agile person; perhaps the explosions and assassinations in the city were related to him.

I chuckled and said, "Zhang Zhangming, I know you must be an important figure in the 'Plum' organization. Tell me honestly, who is the leader of the Plum? Where do they live?"

"Bullshit! I know everything you're saying, you son of a bitch! I'm not telling you, ptooey!" Although I was prepared, he still spat right at me. I almost fainted from disgust. A thug hurriedly wiped away the phlegm with a white towel.

"Bastard," I sneered, "Zhang Zhangming, I'll show you what I'm made of."

I clapped my hands, and the door to the inner room opened. Two thugs dragged Zhang Feng, naked, inside.

"Feng..." Zhang Zhangming's eyes widened in horror. He struggled and screamed, "Beast! You... what did you do to her, you beast!" I grinned and pulled up Zhang Feng's face. She had already fainted, her pretty face deathly pale. Last night, after Wang Ping finished, I had more than ten burly men gang rape her all night until she couldn't stand up anymore.

I said, "Mr. Zhang, if you don't talk, I'll have the Japanese Imperial Army give your fiancée another good 'treat'."

"You beast!" Zhang Zhangming's knuckles turned white from gripping

the iron bed so tightly. I signaled to the thugs to bring up the torture device specifically designed to torment women. Then, two thugs pressed Zhang Feng onto the iron bed, spreading her fair arms and tightly binding her wrists to the sides.

A leather belt was then wrapped around her waist and tied to her abdomen. Next, two thugs each took a rope and tied it to her ankles, pulling her feet to the sides, fully exposing her genitals. I laughed and stuffed a square piece of wood under her buttocks, making her genitals protrude upwards. Then I turned the torture device around so that her genitals were directly facing Zhang Zhangming and the other thug.

With a "splash," a bucket of water was splashed onto the girl's body. Zhang Feng was jolted awake by the cold water. I grabbed her hair and said, "Look who he is."

Zhang Feng struggled to look up: "Ming..." A scream escaped her lips, accompanied by the cry of "Feng..."

Zhang Feng's pretty face instantly turned from pale to bright red, because her genitals were clearly displayed before her fiancé, and in front of the enemy. I know that Chinese people value chastity above all else. Zhang Feng's pretty face turned pale again, but at this moment, she couldn't even die.

Tears streamed down Zhang Feng's face: "Ming... I... I'm sorry."

"Feng, it's not your fault," Zhang Zhangming also sobbed.

I clapped my hands and said, "A meeting in prison, truly touching. What do you think? Miss Zhang, in front of the master, do you want to have a chat with him?" Everyone would understand what I meant by "chat."

"Shameless." Xiao Lan cursed beside me. I turned my head and realized that when Zhang Feng's thighs were spread open and her genitals were exposed, her face was flushed red. Suddenly, I realized a brilliant idea.

I went to Xiao Lan's side and said, "So Miss Xiao also wants a man. Well, I'll grant your wish."

I waved to the two thugs and said, "Strip this little girl naked."

Xiao Lan trembled at the sound of my voice, and the two thugs walked towards her with lewd smiles.

"Beasts, don't come any closer!" Xiao Lan cried out.

The two thugs grabbed her clothes with lewd smiles, and with a tearing sound, Xiao Lan's clothes were ripped open. Amid Xiao Lan's cries, a moment later, a snow-white body, like a white sheep, appeared on the iron pillar.

The girl sobbed softly, and I looked at her breasts, which swayed with her sobs. I reached out and pinched one of them, and the girl trembled as if struck by lightning.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were small and firm, just the right size to fit in one hand. They felt quite nice to hold. I lewdly played with her breasts, then slid them down over her smooth abdomen, my hand slipping between her two soft, white thighs.

"Oh...you beast," the girl groaned. I inserted my fingers into her vagina. Then I spread my index and middle fingers to the sides, opening her smooth vagina.

Looking at her rosy vagina, I couldn't resist using my fingernails to pry open the tiny clitoris nestled in the folds of her labia.

“You beast, ah…” Under my pinching, the little clitoris gradually turned into a pearl with an alluring luster. I said to the two thugs, “Bring Hua Zi in.”

I pulled my fingers away, and the girl’s labia closed tightly again. Her face was as red as a cloth. I walked up to Zhang Zhangming and said to him, “Mr. Zhang, your fiancée apologized to you for losing her virginity before you. Now I’ll let you have a taste.”

Zhang Feng, Xiao Lan, and Zhang Zhangming all understood my purpose at the same time and started shouting curses.

A moment later, the iron gate opened, and a Japanese woman in a kimono entered.

I ordered the thugs to strip Zhang Zhangming naked, and then the woman automatically began to lick and suck his penis. I saw her hold his penis with both hands and suck and lick it repeatedly in her mouth.

Zhang Zhangming’s face began to look unnatural, and his penis gradually hardened. As soon as Hua Zi let go, his penis immediately bounced. I waved for Hua Zi to leave. One of the thugs laughed and tied a strap around the base of Zhang Zhangming's penis, preventing it from going soft due to the engorgement. I ordered the thugs to tightly bind Zhang Zhangming to a cross, then stuffed a piece of wood under his buttocks. Next, I ordered Xiao Lan to be tied to a long, wide, arched torture rack, her hands tightly bound behind the rack, her legs spread and bound, and another piece of wood stuffed under her buttocks.

Then, two thugs lifted Zhang Zhangming's rack and brought it in front of Xiao Lan. I lewdly said, "Miss Xiao, have a good taste of your comrade. Hahaha." I laughed triumphantly.

The two thugs lifted Zhang Zhangming towards Xiao Lan, one of them straightening his erect penis. I personally parted Xiao Lan's labia. With a forceful thrust from the two men, Zhang Zhangming's penis slid into Xiao Lan's vagina with a "whoosh."

"Ah...you beast!" Tears streamed down Xiao Lan's face. Then Zhang Zhangming opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood. Two burly men thrust Zhang Zhangming forcefully, his penis moving in and out of Xiao Lan's vagina. I approached Zhang Feng: "Miss Zhang, you don't mind sharing your fiancé with someone else, do you?"

Zhang Feng stared at me with wide eyes and said, "You heartless beast!"

I laughed out loud: "Opposing the Imperial Army will never end well."

Zhang Feng shouted: "You little devil, opposing the Chinese people won't end well either!"

I slapped her twice and said, "Miss Zhang, if you confess honestly now, I might let you be a complete woman again, otherwise..."

"Pah, you beast," Zhang Feng interrupted me.

The strange rape continued. Because Zhang Zhangming's penis was incredibly hard, and Xiao Lan was still a virgin, and the two burly men were pushing her forcefully, her vagina began to bleed amidst Xiao Lan's screams. Zhang Zhangming's penis slammed against Xiao Lan's genitals, the girl's breasts bounced incessantly, and her snow-white naked body was covered in sweat.

Looking at Zhang Feng's two bright red labia, I couldn't resist pressing my body against hers and thrusting my penis inside her again. Zhang Feng's eyes were open, her teeth clenched tightly. I knew her vagina was already very sensitive after yesterday's penetration, and my insertion still hurt her a lot. I increased the force, thrusting in and out with a slurping sound

. Sweat beaded on Zhang Feng's forehead. I pressed down on her two white thighs, repeatedly plunging my penis deep into her vagina. When I finished in both places at the same time, Zhang Feng fainted from the pain, while Xiao Lan was both ashamed and in pain.

Zhang Zhangming was tied to an iron post on the left, while the two girls were placed on the right, their genitals completely exposed to his eyes.

I looked at Zhang Zhangming's face and said, "Will you talk or not?"

He didn't speak.

I grinned maliciously, "Use electric shocks."

Two thugs clamped one electrode onto his finger and the other onto his penis. At this moment, the rope at the base of his penis had been untied.

I turned on the power.

"Ugh..." A low, pitiful moan escaped his lips, followed by a loud scream. I grinned maliciously and increased the current.

"Ah...ah..." He screamed, and soon a long jet of water spurted from his penis before he passed out.

I ordered all three of them to be revived with cold water.

I lifted his hair and said, "Stubborn thing, I'll show you how your little lover and fiancée urinate."

I picked up a thick iron rod and went to Zhang Feng's body. With my left hand, I parted her labia, and with a hiss, I inserted the iron rod into her vagina.

"Ah..." The girl cried out in pain, tilting her head back. I slowly rotated the iron rod, slowly, slowly inserting it deep into her vagina until I could insert it no further. I then tied an electrical wire to one of her nipples, and then tied an electrical wire to the iron rod that was protruding from her vaginal opening. I turned on the current.

"Oh...oh...ah..."

Zhang Feng's screams were heart-wrenching. She arched upwards like a toy, as if trying to break the leather rope binding her waist. I slowly increased the current. "Ah...ah..." the girl moaned pitifully. I increased the current again, and her labia opened and closed for a moment, followed by a jet of yellowish, turbid water gushing out like a fountain.

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