[Fantasy] Zuo Yang's Memoirs (Complete) - 4

Chapter 19

Cold water was slowly poured over her head, and Ye Qiuyu woke up with a soft "yelp."

Although two iron needles were protruding from her nipples, her fair, jade-like body, rounded shoulders, delicate and tender breasts, long, pink neck, two arms like tender lotus roots, her skin as white as ice and her bones as white as jade, her deep cleavage, her full and round breasts, and the glistening sweat seeping from her body still left me dumbfounded. What a stunning woman, I thought to myself.

I lifted her chin, and she struggled weakly.

I stared at her pale and haggard face and said, "Miss Ye, this is just the beginning. Why should such a beautiful girl like you suffer like this? As long as you tell me your superior, I promise to release you immediately, how about it?"

Ye Qiuyu looked at me with disgust and turned her face to the left.

"Will you talk or not?" I reached out and grabbed her two breasts, squeezing them hard.

Two needles, inserted into her firm, white nipples, were slowly squeezed out of her breasts, and fresh blood dripped slowly from the needle tips.

The only response was stubborn silence.

I returned to my desk, took out a cigarette, and one of the thugs immediately lit it for me.

I held my breath, took a deep drag, letting it flow through my trachea, bronchi, and alveoli before slowly returning and exhaling through my nose. The stimulants in the cigarette invigorated me.

As I smoked, I squinted at the beautiful female prisoner bound naked to the tiger's lair. Her skin was as white as jade, as delicate and smooth as snow. Her body, like white jade, was hunched against the wooden post, her cheeks lowered and pressed between her chest and shoulders. Her delicate, full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Her fair arms were bound in a straight line to the crossbar, two iron rings at the top tightly fastening her slender, jade-like hands.

A silence fell over the torture chamber.

I walked up to Tiger Orange, cigarette in hand, and lifted her chin, saying, "Miss Ye, now..."

"You beast! Shameless!" Ye Qiuyu pulled her hand away, turning her face away in shame and anger.

I chuckled softly, touching the red cigarette butt to the skin beneath her exposed breasts.

"Ah," Ye Qiuyu groaned in pain, her body trembling. But she immediately gritted her teeth, stifling the groan, and turned to glare at me.

I grabbed her hair, demanding, "Are you going to talk or not?!"

The girl stubbornly pulled away from my grasp, giving me an angry look before turning her face away again.

I took another drag of my cigarette and said, “Miss Ye, you’re so beautiful. You could have married an ideal husband and lived a good life. I don’t know what kind of bewitching potion the Communist Party has given you that makes you want to fight against the Imperial Army. If you confess the ‘Plum’ organization in the county, you still have a chance to stop this torture. If you don’t, things will only get worse, and a delicate girl like you can’t bear it. To tell you the truth, my next target will be your beautiful vagina. I will burn it, cut it with a knife, and stab it with an awl! You have to believe me, I’ve seen many women suffer like this here. For example, you should know Zhang Jing, Shu Manxue, and so on. In the end, they still had to confess, so it’s better to confess now. Besides, the pain is just too terrible. Can you imagine a red-hot poker being inserted into your vagina?” As I spoke, I gestured to move the brazier next to the tiger orange.

“No, you’re delusional,” she answered firmly, turning her head to the other side.

“Speak! Foolish woman!”

Ye Qiuyu didn’t say anything more.

I ordered my henchmen to bring out a plate of concentrated salt water and place it next to Tiger Orange.

I grabbed her hair and said, "Miss Ye Qiuyu, I'll ask you one more time, are you going to talk or not?"

"..."

"You're asking for trouble, aren't you?"

I personally took a rinsing net from the torture instruments, dipped it in the concentrated salt water, and went to Tiger Orange. Looking at her ten bloodied and mangled toes, I rinsed the salt water onto them.

"Ah..." She let out a soft cry and then bit her lower lip. Ye Qiuyu's two fair and delicate feet suddenly tightened, and she twisted her plump and smooth body from side to side. Her high breasts trembled, and her beautiful face kept twisting from side to side. Beads of sweat appeared on her fair forehead, gradually gathering into beads and dripping down her cheeks. I could tell from her expression that she was trying her best to endure the pain. After about three minutes, Ye Qiuyu stopped struggling. I knew it was because the pain had subsided.

I picked up a clean white towel and wiped the sweat from her pretty face and chest, saying, "Miss Ye, it's really hard to hurt such a beautiful body. I advise you to confess."

'...'

This time I was truly determined. These two female prisoners were hard to capture, and they seemed likely to be important members of Mei. No matter what, I had to get something out of them. If they didn't confess, I would stop at nothing, even if it meant killing them.

A cruel smile crept onto my lips as I said, "Miss Ye, since you're so stubborn, then I'm sorry, but guards!" I called out.

Two thugs ran over, and I pointed at Ye Qiuyu, who was naked on Tiger Orange, saying, "Tie Miss Ye to the torture bed. I want to see if her stubbornness is better than my torture instruments."

Two thugs untied Ye Qiuyu from the tiger torture rack and dragged her to the torture bed. They pressed her face up onto the bed and were about to tie her up when Ye Qiuyu suddenly broke free from the thugs. Her naked body ran to the left. I immediately realized she wanted to commit suicide and quickly called for the military police to stop her. "

Thump!" Ye Qiuyu's head hit a military policeman in the stomach. The military policeman doubled over in pain, and Ye Qiuyu was thrown back. Two more thugs and a military policeman rushed over and held Ye Qiuyu down tightly, dragging her with her hands twisted behind her back in front of me. Ye Qiuyu's beautiful eyes flashed with hatred and fear as she glared at me. I didn't understand how she could run so fast when all her toenails were gone. It seemed she did have some martial arts skills.

"What? Want to commit suicide? Not so easy. There are still so many dishes that the young lady hasn't had time to savor. How could I let you die?" I chuckled sinisterly. The thugs and military police pinned the girl back down on the torture bed, binding her in an "X" shape. The military policeman who had been injured was taken to the army hospital by another officer; it was later learned that he had broken three ribs, demonstrating her determination to die. Her limbs were tightly bound to the torture bed by four leather straps.

I fondled the girl's fair but firm thighs and lewdly said, "Miss Ye Qiuyu, what would you like to try now?" Ye

Qiuyu raised her head, glared at me angrily, and turned her head away in disgust.

I reached into the dark pubic hair and said lewdly, "Miss Ye, undeniably, you are the most beautiful among these female communists, especially your vagina, it's truly one in a thousand. Zhang Jing and Shu Manxue are considered beautiful, but you are a virgin among virgins, the feeling is different. I can assure you, as long as you tell me your superior, I can secretly send you to Japan for further studies, I guarantee they won't find out, besides..."

"Dream on, you bunch of beasts, the Chinese people will definitely eliminate you." Cold words interrupted me.

I finally lost my patience and said fiercely, "Miss Ye Qiuyu, then we'll just have to wait and see how long you can hold out."

I took a handful of longevity incense sticks, about the thickness of a thumb, from the torture instruments and put them in the stove next to the torture bed. The incense immediately lit up, I took out two sticks and walked to the end of the torture bed, looking at the girl's vulva, and said to the two thugs, "Spread it open."

The two thugs, already aroused by the naked woman on the torture bed, dared not move without my command. Now, upon receiving my order, their four hands immediately reached into the thicket of black hair at the base of Ye Qiuyu's delicate thighs, revealing her labia. Two of them, one on each side, pinched her labia and pulled them apart, exposing her fresh, pale pink, and tender flesh. Although the girl had already been gang-raped, the sight of her private parts exposed before us still made her lower her head and turn her face away in shame. Instantly, her beautiful face flushed crimson. Her jade-like body trembled on the torture bed.

"Shameless, beast," Ye Qiuyu cursed.

I held a longevity incense stick in my right hand, while my left hand groped the tender pink flesh between her labia majora and minora. I grinned maliciously and pressed the fiery red incense stick against the tender flesh between her labia majora and minora.

"Ah..." Ye Qiuyu's snow-white buttocks lifted, and her body trembled. But she immediately gritted her teeth and suppressed a moan.

A wisp of smoke rose as I removed the incense stick, leaving a faint black dot on Ye Qiuyu's fair vulva.

I tossed the extinguished incense stick back into the fire, then replaced it with another, continuing to scald the tender flesh inside her vulva, a spot where a young woman's nerves are most concentrated. Small blisters appeared on the delicate skin between Ye Qiuyu's parted labia majora and minora. Each time I pressed the red-hot incense stick against her, she would twitch her hips, but she bit her lower lip, remaining silent. Brownish burns were left on the girl's alabaster skin. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain, beads of sweat glistening on her fair forehead. Sweat gradually formed, dripping down her cheeks. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her head, damp with sweat, clinging to her face in strands. Her labia turned crimson, and her clitoris, hidden beneath the foreskin at the juncture of her labia, stood erect, glistening and translucent, under the heat of the incense. I didn't use the incense to burn her clitoris.

I tossed the extinguished incense stick into the stove. A ring of small black dots appeared on the inner side of Ye Qiuyu's labia majora, forming an "n" shape. Her thighs trembled occasionally.

"Miss Ye, I'll teach you to be stubborn." I took a gleaming silver needle, about an inch long, from the torture instruments. I went to her genitals, and with a lewd grin, I pried open the folds of the clitoral foreskin with my left hand, revealing the pink, glistening clitoris. With a sinister smile, I used the needle's end to pierce her clitoris with my right hand.

Ye Qiuyu's tiny, glistening clitoris slowly became moist under my teasing. Her two white thighs occasionally tried to close together, and the muscles around her beautiful vulva twitched. Every time I pierced her clitoris with the needle and slid it away from its glistening surface, she gasped for breath, her labia fluttering involuntarily with tension.

I turned the needle around and said, "Miss Ye Qiuyu, confess now. No woman can survive here. You'll have to confess honestly!"

Ye Qiuyu raised her flushed face and shook her head.

I suddenly plunged the needle into her pink clitoris.

"Ah," Ye Qiuyu groaned in pain, her body trembling. But she immediately bit down on a strand of hair beside her face, holding it tightly in her mouth. Her two snow-white legs twisted desperately, the muscles around her vulva spasming violently, and she let out muffled moans of "Ah... Ah..." from her clenched mouth.

I grinned maliciously as I watched Ye Qiuyu's naked body struggle pitifully in my hands. My left hand tightly pried open her clitoral foreskin, while my right hand twisted and rubbed the needle inserted into her clitoris, constantly twisting, rubbing, and kneading it, occasionally slowly pulling it out a little and then inserting it a little more.

Ye Qiuyu's pretty face flushed red, and she intermittently let out mournful moans of "Oh... Oh..." from her clenched teeth.

“Miss Ye Qiuyu, will you confess or not?” I pressed, twisting the needle tip as I spoke.

“Beast…devil…I…I won’t…no…ah…” I was dissatisfied with her incoherent answers.

I increased the force and speed of my twisting.

The girl’s body writhed violently on the torture bed, glistening beads of sweat seeping from her fair, tender skin. I plunged the needle deep into her clitoris, the tip emerging from the thicket of dark pubic hair, a tiny bead of blood clinging to it. I removed my hand from the needle. The girl stopped struggling, gasping for breath.

I walked to the front of the torture bed, grabbed her hair, and said, “Miss Ye, speak. Don’t hide it for them anymore. Tell me, and I’ll release you immediately.”

Clear, glistening tears welled in Ye Qiuyu’s eyes. She closed them and pulled her hand away.

“Miss Ye, it seems you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin.” "

I ordered my thugs to untie Ye Qiuyu from the torture bed and drag her to the two iron pillars beside it. This time, my thugs were very careful, twisting her delicate white hands tightly. But in fact, my worries were unnecessary. Any woman would become weak and powerless after her toenails were pulled and her clitoris was pricked. The two thugs dragged Ye Qiuyu's naked body to the two iron pillars and tied two ropes tightly around her snow-white ankles. The other ends of the ropes were looped around the rings at the top of the iron pillars. The two thugs pulled hard on the ropes, and Ye Qiuyu's body was hung upside down, her two white legs spread wide apart." I stretched her thighs wide, then bound her hands to the sides of the iron pillar with rope.

I walked to the girl's side, brought my head close to her spread legs, and parted her pubic hair. The needle was still firmly stuck in her pink clitoris. I grinned maliciously, twisted the end of the needle, and pulled it out. The girl

's body swayed, but she managed to suppress a groan.

I picked up a black rubber baton from the torture instruments on the ground, went to Ye Qiuyu, and waved it in front of her, saying, "Miss Ye, speak now, or it will really be too late." There was no

answer.

I grinned maliciously, picked up the rubber baton, and lashed it down hard at her breasts.

The baton landed precisely on the two mounds of soft flesh on the girl's chest.

A dull thud.

Although the girl was prepared, she still let out a scream, but then she clenched her teeth.

"Slap, slap, slap!" I struck her breasts again and again with the rubber baton. Her two high, white breasts were deformed and turned purplish-blue. Next came her lower abdomen, chest and back, her tender buttocks, and then her white thighs. Ye Qiuyu gritted her teeth and didn't utter a sound. I was a little disappointed. The girl's delicate eyebrows were furrowed, and she bit her lip several times to suppress her moans. The breasts of a virgin who had never been with anyone could not withstand such torture. Soon they became red and swollen, and purplish-blue marks were left on her chest, back, buttocks, and snow-white thighs.

"Speak! Who is your superior?" "I crouched down, pressing my face close to hers, demanding an explanation.

'No,' the girl trembled, her delicate breath sweet, her expression unwavering.

'I'll make you hard.' I stood up and slammed a club into the torn area at the base of her thigh.

'Ah…' a sharp scream. She fainted.

I ordered my thugs to splash her with cold water to wake her. When I reached her side, I noticed that Ye Qiuyu had bitten her lip until it bled to endure the pain.

I grinned maliciously and picked up a pair of pliers, over a foot long, from the torture instruments on the ground. I brought them to her spread legs and ordered two thugs to pull her labia apart, revealing the tender layers of flesh inside. I aimed the tip of the pliers at Ye Qiuyu's vagina and shoved it in.

'Ah… you beast.'" Ye Qiuyu shuddered, arching her round, white buttocks.

I lewdly chuckled as I slowly pushed the tip of the long forceps into her vagina, bit by bit, until it was completely inside, the tip of the forceps, over a foot long, was fully inserted.

"Will you talk or not? Otherwise, I'll tear your vagina, and then you'll never be able to marry a man again."

Ye Qiuyu struggled to open her eyes, looked at me, and resolutely shook her head. "Fine, I'll make you hard." I summoned two thugs, each grabbing one end of the pliers and forcefully prying them open. Ye Qiuyu's vagina was stretched open, revealing the tender, bright red flesh inside, smooth and delicate, with slight writhing movements. Layers of delicate mucous membranes overlapped, and her labia were taut on the outside of the pliers; any further stretching would tear her vulva.

I placed a basin full of cold water on the stove and added a lot of chili peppers. I squatted down and grinned maliciously, "Miss Ye Qiuyu, if you don't confess, I'll pour boiling chili water into your vagina. You can't possibly withstand that."

Ye Qiuyu's body visibly trembled. She closed her beautiful eyes and remained silent.

After about ten minutes, the water on the stove boiled. I smiled, picked up a ladle, and walked to the girl's upside-down body, saying, "Miss Ye, I'll ask you one more time, will you confess or not?"

Ye Qiuyu shook her head resolutely.

With a sinister grin, I poured the boiling chili water from the spoon into her stretched-open vagina.

"Ugh..." Ye Qiuyu finally let out a heart-wrenching scream, her head thrashing from side to side, her legs shaking violently, clearly in unbearable pain. After pouring the boiling chili water, the girl hadn't fainted yet, so I picked up an iron chopstick from the torture rack on the ground and repeatedly poked and stabbed it into her vagina, watching the woman writhe and struggle on the rack... until she passed out.

Ye Qiuyu was then revived by being doused with cold water.

"Will you confess?"

"No," the voice was extremely weak.

I ordered one of the thugs to stretch open the girl's vagina by himself, and ordered another thug to fetch a flashlight.

I held the flashlight to the girl's stretched-open vaginal opening, the light shining into her vagina, her tender, bright red vaginal flesh turned white from the heat, and the cervix deep inside was completely submerged in boiling chili water.

I ordered the thug to bring over the entire basin of boiling chili water.

The thug carefully held the basin with two damp cloths, afraid of scalding her.

"Pour it in."

The thug pointed the basin at the girl's vagina: with a "whoosh," boiling chili water was poured into her vagina.

"Ah...ah..." Heart-wrenching screams grew louder and louder, followed by even more piercing screams of "Ah! Ouch!" Clearly, she had reached her limit.

With a "uh," the girl's beautiful head stopped moving; she had fainted again.

Her vagina was now filled with boiling chili water. At my signal, the thug pulled out the pliers from the girl's vagina, and her two tender red labia came together, squeezing out the excess boiling chili water from her vulva like a winding stream, flowing from her vagina through her thick black forest, down her white, flat abdomen, and then dripping from her deep cleavage onto her face and falling from her long, beautiful hair.

I pressed my hands firmly against the girl's smooth abdomen, and boiling chili water gushed from her vagina in waves.

Chapter 20

The girl was awakened again.

Looking into her dazed eyes, I involuntarily wiped the cold sweat from my brow and asked, "Miss Ye, will you confess or not?"

Ye Qiuyu did not answer.

"Damn it, electrocution! I don't believe we can't pry this girl's mouth open."

The thugs brought electrodes, clipping them to Ye Qiuyu's two nipples, another electrode to her clitoris, and another connected to an iron rod which I forcefully inserted into her vagina.

"Miss Ye, will you confess or not?"

Ye Qiuyu gasped in pain, shaking her head weakly.

"Torture her!" I said coldly.

One of the thugs switched on the power, and Ye Qiuyu's entire body trembled violently. Her legs straightened, her nipples hardened into two bright red grapes, and her ravaged clitoris swelled and became transparent. Due to the violent contractions of her vagina, a large amount of chili water flowed out. Her head snapped back, and she screamed "Ah...ah!" louder and louder...

"Will you talk?"

Ye Qiuyu didn't answer me.

"Increase the current," I ordered the thug.

The current was increased.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...ah..." Ye Qiuyu let out long, heart-wrenching screams. Her head swayed wildly from side to side, her long hair throwing down sweat and tears. Her whole body trembled violently, and her flat abdomen convulsed violently as the iron rod was deeply inserted into her vagina, the current acting on her sensitive vagina causing her smooth abdomen to spasm violently. I ordered the thugs to repeatedly adjust the voltage and amplitude of the electric current, but Ye Qiuyu, this seemingly beautiful and delicate girl, refused to yield no matter how much pain she was in. Under the onslaught of the electric current, her fair body writhed wildly on the rack, making all sorts of peculiar postures; it seemed the current had brought her to a state of extreme agony. However, despite this inhuman, even unimaginable, suffering, the moment the current stopped, she regained that chillingly resolute spirit, like a statue, woodenly enduring the inhuman torture and torment.

The electric torture continued intermittently for about an hour. Each time the girl fainted, I ordered the thugs to stop the current, wipe her cold sweat and tears with a clean towel, and then continue the torture.

Cold water once again revived the unconscious girl.

Looking at this naked, soaking wet young woman, enduring such severe torture yet still refusing to confess, I truly couldn't understand what kind of belief was holding her together. I lit another cigarette, squatted down beside Ye Qiuyu, and blew smoke into her pale but alluring face.

Ye Qiuyu coughed and turned her head away.

I reached my hand to the base of her parted legs, grabbed the thick, long pubic hair on her vulva, and demanded, "Miss Ye, will you talk or not?"

Ye Qiuyu shook her head blankly, her lips moved a few times, and she said in an indistinct voice, "I don't know!"

I grinned maliciously, "Miss Ye, if you don't talk, I'll burn your clitoris with fire."

Ye Qiuyu's body trembled slightly, then she closed her eyes.

"What a stubborn girl."

I took a branding iron spatula from the stove, came to the girl's side, and deliberately waved the glowing red spatula in front of her eyes, slowly extending it towards her pretty face.

The girl felt the heat, opened her beautiful eyes, and looked at the branding iron spatula in terror.

"Will you talk or not?"

The girl turned her head away again.

“Miss Ye, you can’t take this.” I stood up, grinning maliciously, and grabbed her delicate left foot with my left hand, pressing the smoldering branding iron spatula against it with my right.

“Ah…ah…” A long, mournful cry escaped her lips as the girl’s naked body writhed and struggled violently, her entire delicate left foot convulsing and trembling. A foul, burning smell rose in the air, and I pinched my nose.

The screams abruptly stopped; she had fainted again.

I removed the branding iron spatula, revealing a square brand mark on Ye Qiuyu’s delicate left foot.

After the girl regained consciousness, I used the spatula to repeatedly burn her right foot, armpit, and two full breasts. She writhed and screamed desperately, her head thrashing violently in pain, before fainting again amidst a heart-wrenching scream.

I looked at the young girl lying unconscious on the rack, shaking my head helplessly. I hadn't expected this beautiful girl to be so strong under torture. A chill ran through me. No, I had to get her mouth open. I threw my cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. Then I poured a bucket of water over her. She didn't react. I poured two more buckets. With suppressed groans, Ye Qiuyu gradually woke up.

"Miss Ye, are you going to talk or not?" I said through gritted teeth.

A hint of contempt appeared on the girl's pale face as she closed

her beautiful eyes. "Bastard." I pulled a red-hot tongs from the brazier, pried open Ye Qiuyu's bright red clitoral foreskin, and exposed the glistening clitoris. Then I pressed the tongs against the tender clitoris, scalding it tightly.

"Ah..." A heart-wrenching scream ripped through the girl's body as she writhed in vain. A stream of yellowish-brown liquid gushed from her groin; she had lost control of her bladder. Her head lolled to the side, and she fainted once more.

I removed the charcoal tongs from her clitoris; the alluring bud had become a black, charred mass.

I shook my head regretfully. This girl was ruined, but since she still wouldn't confess, I couldn't care less. I decided to inflict further torture on her vagina.

Buckets of cold water brought the girl back to her pain. I looked at the charred scars covering her body and said in a sinister voice, "Miss Ye, tell me now, or I'll torture you to death. It's not too late to tell me now. I can send you to Japan for treatment, and you can marry a good husband and live a good life..."

"Pah!" Ye Qiuyu said, seemingly using all her strength, "With you demons running rampant on Chinese soil, how can we live a good life?"

"Fine, Miss Ye, you asked for it." I threw a copper rod about two feet long and two inches thick, with its end bulging into a round shape and covered with coarse grains, into the furnace. I went straight to my desk, drank a glass of water, and waited about five minutes. Then I went to the stove, used pliers to remove the copper rod, wrapped it in a damp cloth, and, grinning maliciously, walked to the rack, looking at the girl's vulva—its labia turned inside out and bloodied. Just as I was about to insert the red-hot rod into her vagina, I suddenly thought, "If I insert this red-hot rod, she'll faint instantly. I won't get to know Mei's secret; that would be too easy for her.

" So I dipped the red-hot rod into a bucket of water. A hiss of white smoke rose from the bucket. After the rod cooled slightly, I touched it with my left hand and immediately withdrew it. It was still very hot, but not enough to kill. I grinned maliciously and walked to the girl, who was hanging upside down with her legs spread apart. I pried open her labia and forcefully inserted the entire hot rod into her vagina.

"Ah..." The girl screamed in agony, fainting again in extreme pain.

I shook my head helplessly. Although I never considered myself a failure, this time I had to admit it.

I waved my hand, and the thugs untied the girl's naked body from the rack. I ordered them to lock her back in her cell for treatment.

I walked out of the torture chamber; it was already broad daylight. The torture of Ye Qiuyu had lasted all night. What an indomitable heroine! I thought.

After breakfast, I returned to the Pingyang County headquarters. Now, Songmu was my military police captain, and I lived in the headquarters.

"Report!" A charming voice rang out, and a mature and elegant young woman reported to me.

She was Yamaguchi Ryoko, formerly Nakamura's personal secretary, and now my personal secretary.

“Commander, the Army Hospital Director Fukuda reported that he needs a batch of penicillin. The number of wounded in the Empire is increasing, and the guerrillas in the city are very active. I'm really afraid that one day…”

I laughed, covering her mouth and saying, “Little darling, what are you afraid of? I'll eradicate the guerrillas in the city sooner or later.”

My other hand had already slipped inside her yellow military uniform, touching her full breasts.

Yamaguchi twisted her body and stopped struggling. Her hands were already around my neck. I pulled open her bra and buried my face between her firm, full breasts, inhaling her alluring scent.

Ryoko let out a soft moan and snuggled into my arms. I held her soft, boneless body, laid her across my lap, found the bright red nipple at the tip of her white breast, and put it in my mouth, sucking on it.

A blush rose on Ryoko's beautiful oval face, and she tossed her hair.

With my other hand, I squeezed her other breast and laughed, "Ryoko, you're so beautiful."

"No, Commander, didn't you capture two female communists? I heard from the brothers outside that you didn't come back all night. They're prettier than me, aren't they?"

I said, touching one of her breasts. "Ryoko, you know, in my heart you are the most beautiful. Those two female communists are indeed lovely, but you know they are our enemies, all Chinese are our enemies. I do like those two girls' bodies, but that's just a physical need. You are the one I truly love."

"Commander, you're so good with words." I felt Ryoko's breathing gradually become heavier. I laughed and pulled down her trousers and threw them on the ground. Then I pulled down her pink panties, revealing her alluring triangle. Her black pubic hair was shiny and thick, her white skin was delicate and smooth, and her full mons pubis was raised, with a tender red cleavage visible. Before I even penetrated her, the cleft was already moist.

“What a charming and sexy slut,” I laughed.

Ryoko protested, “Commander…” and began to unbuckle my belt.

My pants fell to the ground, and Ryoko pulled down my underwear, knelt in front of me, and took my penis into her mouth. Her hot, powerful tongue sucked and licked my shaft, the hot and wet sensation making me close my eyes in pleasure.

Her tongue sucked and licked my glans in waves, and I covered her jade face while moaning, then my whole body trembled, and a hot stream gushed out from my body, all of it shooting into Ryoko’s mouth. Ryoko swallowed the semen mouthful by mouthful, and then began to lick my glans again. At this moment, my glans was extremely sensitive, and under Ryoko’s sucking and licking, my penis became erect again.

I lay back on the ground, and Ryoko used one hand to pry open her fairy cave, and with the other jade hand, she held my penis and slowly sat down, guiding my penis into her hot fairy cave.

"Oh... Ryoko, this feels so good, you...you're such a charming angel." I laughed as I grasped her two pert breasts, my penis inserted into her vagina, hot juices flowing out in waves. "Those female prisoners are much worse than you, their mouths are so hard, oh...so good, last night, last night that woman, I had her interrogated for a whole day, she just wouldn't say a word, I even used the torture of stabbing her vagina with an iron rod, but she still wouldn't talk, I'll interrogate her again in two weeks, if she still doesn't talk, I'll just shoot her."

Ryoko's body rose and fell as she played with me, saying, "Commander, maybe your method won't work, why don't you try our women's method?"

"Women's method?"

"Yes, since hard doesn't work, let's try something soft."

The second wave of extreme pleasure made me drowsy, I had originally decided to rape the beauty Zhang Qian who was imprisoned in the dungeon today, but now I was willing but unable.

Chapter 21

I woke up from my drowsiness, it was already afternoon.

Aside from a week of comfortable training, I handed over the matter of the two female prisoners to Ryoko. During that time, I also went to see them myself a few times. Ryoko carefully bandaged Ye Qiuyu and talked to her gently, seemingly trying to move Ye Qiuyu with her sincerity. But I knew that this would not work. Chinese women are all harder than stones.

On the night of the thirteenth day, a torrential downpour began, accompanied by fierce winds. Lying in bed, I imagined Ryoko's alluring body, urging Ye Qiuyu to pledge allegiance to me, for if she didn't, I would subject her to the most brutal tortures of the world tomorrow. Suddenly, I felt a sense of unease, though I couldn't explain why. I called Matsuki at the military police headquarters to inquire about the situation, but the call went unanswered, making me even more anxious.

A convoy of over a dozen motorcycles braved the rain to reach the military police headquarters.

Two military policemen on guard saluted me. After I returned the salute, they reported, "Miss Yamaguchi is talking to a female prisoner in the torture chamber, and Captain Kuroki is asleep."

I smiled with relief and passed through the passageway to the torture chamber in the backyard. At the entrance to the underground torture chamber, two military policemen lay supine. I immediately sensed something was wrong and drew my pistol.

The scene in the underground torture chamber infuriated me. Ye Qiuyu was nowhere to be seen; two thugs and a prisoner lay dead on the floor. Yamaguchi Ryoko lay in the torture chamber, her condition unknown.

"Damn it!" I quickly picked up Ryoko. Her head slumped to one side, blood trickling from her mouth, but she was still breathing.

"Quick, quick, get her to the hospital!" I ordered the other soldiers to rush Ryoko to the hospital.

The scene was clear: Ye Qiuyu, now recovered from her injuries, had knocked down Ryoko and then lured the guards in, killing them one by one. I was filled with remorse and wanted to slap myself. Ye Qiuyu had proven herself a skilled martial artist the day she was captured; even the two thugs had barely managed to subdue her during the torture. How could I have let Ryoko take such a risk? After knocking down the guards, Ye Qiuyu must have escaped by climbing over the back wall of the military police headquarters. Fortunately, I had temporarily taken Zhang Qian to the headquarters' cell that night; otherwise, my losses would have been even greater.

We investigated the scene in the rain and found several footprints near the backyard wall. It was clear that Ye Qiuyu had escaped from there. I regretted not simply inserting the red-hot copper rod into Ye Qiuyu's lower body that day, which led to this incident.

I rushed to the hospital, where an examination revealed that Ryoko had three broken ribs and chest congestion, but she was conscious.

I held Ryoko's cold hand; her dazed eyes seemed to be expressing apology. I said, "Miss Ryoko, it's good that you're alright. She couldn't have gone far. As long as she's still in the city, I will definitely catch her again. Besides, the other female prisoner is still in my hands. I will definitely avenge this."

Back at headquarters, I immediately took Zhang Qian into the interrogation room and prepared to conduct a city-wide search at dawn.

Zhang Qian, with her hands tied behind her back, was brought in by two military police. Now, having learned from Ye Qiuyu's experience, I had to be wary of this group of Mei members.

“Miss Zhang Qian, do you know why I brought you here tonight?”

“Yes, you wolves just want to know my superior, right?”

I tapped the table with my finger. “Miss Zhang Qian seems to be a smart woman. I won’t waste any more words. You’re right, I do want to know your superior. And I can also tell you some good news: your comrade Ye Qiuyu escaped tonight.”

A smile appeared on Zhang Qian’s beautiful face. “I’ll tell you if you agree to one condition.”

“Okay, okay, tell me.” I gestured for the two military police to release her.

“I’ll tell you everything if you give me back my sister’s life.” Zhang Qian suddenly lunged at me.

I quickly hid under the table. “Quick, grab her…”

“Bang!” The table was kicked over. Before the two military police could grab Zhang Qian, she kicked me in the shoulder.

I rolled backward and knocked over the chair behind the desk. The pain almost brought tears to my eyes.

“Bastard.” I gritted my teeth, got up, and slapped Zhang Qian several times.

A purplish-red handprint appeared on the girl's fair face, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

The girl glared at me.

"Damn it, tie her to the torture post and strip her naked," I ordered the two thugs.

"Beast," the girl spat, a mouthful of bloody saliva landing

squarely on my face. I wiped the blood from my face, changed my mind, and ordered the thugs to tie Zhang Qian to the torture bed. Her limbs were tightly fastened to the four corners of the bed with thick iron buckles, and then the two thugs eagerly stripped her of her trousers. She was

truly a beautiful virgin. I carefully observed the girl's jade-like, smooth body by the torture bed. Zhang Qian closed her eyes tightly, her naked body trembling slightly on the torture bed. Although she had prepared herself thoroughly, she still couldn't help but tremble slightly when her sacred jade body, which had been pure for over twenty years, was presented to us naked for the first time.

The girl's body was truly captivating. Although I had lost interest in rape tonight, I was still very interested in playing with the body of a young girl.

My hands were already cupping her two firm, white breasts.

The girl's body stiffened instantly, her whole body tensing up.

I kneaded and rubbed her two elastic breasts repeatedly in my hands for a while, then my hands began to move down along the deep cleavage between her breasts.

Wherever my hands touched, the hairs on the girl's fair skin stood on end, and her muscles tensed.

When my hands touched the dark hair at the base of her legs, the girl's chest began to rise and fall. I smiled, skipped over her genitals, and touched her pink calves, praising, "Miss Zhang, your legs are truly captivating. I never imagined that such slender and tender legs could be so strong."

The girl didn't speak, remaining silent.

My hands roamed over her smooth, tender legs, kneading and finally reaching the base of her white, pink thighs. A lewd smile played on my lips as I parted her thick, dark pubic hair, forming a semi-triangular shape. In the center of the neat, glossy pubic hair, two thin, pink labia were pressed tightly together—truly a beautiful young virgin. I separated those two tightly pressed pink labia. The girl's entire mysterious lower body was now fully revealed. Beneath the labia majora, two narrow, translucent labia minora tightly guarded the entrance to her vagina. I forcefully pulled the girl's labia apart. Below the labia minora, a translucent membrane covered the vaginal opening, with a small, round hole in the center. I knew that was her hymen. I gently scraped that membrane with my fingers.

The girl's body tensed even more; she gasped, her body trembling.

I removed my fingers and said, "Zhang Qian, just say it."

"You beast!" Zhang Qian cursed angrily.

“Miss Zhang, let me show you what a beast you are.”

I picked up a sharp knife from the torture instruments and slowly walked to the torture bed, pressing the sharp blade against the girl’s left cheek. When the cold blade touched her pretty face, perhaps out of fear, the girl’s beautiful eyes suddenly opened. I stared into her eyes and grinned maliciously, “Miss Zhang, I think you must cherish your beautiful face very much, right? Well, tell me, or your delicate face will be completely ruined.”

Zhang Qian gasped for breath a few times, her high, firm breasts heaving, and tears suddenly welled up in her clear, beautiful eyes.

I sensed something was wrong. Sure enough, the girl suddenly closed her eyes, her snow-white teeth biting her lower lip tightly. It seemed she had decided to sacrifice her appearance.

I gently shook my head.

I changed my mind. It would be a waste to ruin such a beautiful girl without enjoying her. I pressed the knife against her white chest muscles and dragged it down hard.

"Ha..." The girl straightened up, her limbs suddenly contracting.

The skin and flesh of her fair chest muscles rolled back, blood gushing out.

"How was it? Tasty, wasn't it!"

"Beast."

Seeing that the girl wouldn't speak, I cut into the pectoral muscle above her other full breast.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's hands clenched into fists, her head tilted back desperately, her two pointed breasts swaying incessantly.

"Will you talk or not?"

"No...no..."

Blood splattered from her chest, two horrifying gashes appeared on the girl's fair breasts, the blood staining her two pointed breasts red, and she fainted.

"Splash!" A bucket of cold water was poured over the girl's naked body. Looking at her beautiful face, her round and plump body, her two pointed breasts swaying under the impact of the cold water, many of my men had their pants aroused, but today I couldn't let them satisfy their lust.

The girl woke up, pale red blood flowing from the wounds on both sides of her chest.

I climbed onto the torture bed, stepped on her pointed left breast, and said in a sinister voice, "Miss Zhang, will you confess or not?"

"You beast, I won't tell you anything." After saying that, the girl closed her eyes.

I stomped hard on her breasts several times, then ordered the thugs to torture the girl.

They burned her two bright red nipples with fire, pierced her palms and soles with needles, drove iron nails under her fingernails, and whipped her chest and genitals.

The torture chamber echoed with the girl's piercing screams. After repeated lashes of the whip against her genitals, where her legs were hanging upside down, she let out an extremely agonizing scream and fainted.

I went between her legs and saw a bloody mess at the base of her thighs; thick blood had seeped into her dark pubic hair, leaving a tangled mess. Her breasts, inner thighs, and lower abdomen were covered in purplish-red whip marks.

I ordered water to be poured over her to wake her. Looking at my watch, it was already past 3 a.m., and we had been torturing her for over two hours, but she still wouldn't utter a sound.

The cold water slowly revived her.

I smiled and first used a brush to remove the bloodstains from her genitals, revealing her vulva in its original state. The plump mons pubis, pubic mound, and the tender flesh on either side of her labia majora were covered with welts, oozing pale yellow blood. I picked up a clean white towel and carefully wiped away the blood around her vulva, revealing the girl's entire vulva again. I parted her labia, and the thin, translucent membrane was clearly visible. The cruel whipping hadn't damaged her hymen—something I hadn't expected.

The girl awoke with a groan.

I kicked her two scalded breasts and said, "Zhang Qian, tell me, and I'll let you go."

"No…don't even think about it."

I looked again at her vulva, grinning maliciously, and picked up a long iron rod covered in coarse grains from the ground, returning to the girl's side.

"Will you talk or not?" I asked again.

"No!"

I parted the girl's vulva and forcefully shoved the iron rod inside.

"Ah…" With a piercing scream, the girl's body struggled wildly.

I shoved the entire iron rod into her vagina and began to violently churn it.

"Ah...ah..." The girl threw her head back in agony, the muscles around her genitals and groin convulsing violently.

"Will you talk? Will you talk?" I demanded fiercely.

"Ah...ah...it hurts—ah..." The girl screamed in agony, her naked body writhing wildly on the rack.

I showed her no mercy, of course, twisting the iron rod protruding from her vagina with both hands and forcefully rotating it inside her vagina.

"Ah...ah..." A long, agonizing scream. Blood gushed from deep within her vagina; I knew the metal granules of the iron rod had torn through the inner skin.

After a complete rotation, I pulled the iron rod out of her vagina, blood gushing out again, and she fainted once more.

I threw the blood-soaked iron rod to the ground. Silence fell over the torture chamber.

"Report." A loud report came from outside the door.

"What is it?" I hated being disturbed most when interrogating female prisoners.

The door opened; it was Kuroki from the military police.

"Something's happened at the Army Hospital! Director Fukuda and Miss Yamaguchi have been kidnapped!"

"What?" I was utterly shocked. I hastily ordered Zhang Qian back to her cell. I truly hadn't expected the enemy to dare to attack us like this.

Both guards at the Army Hospital had been killed. This was indeed my oversight; I really hadn't anticipated the enemy would attack the hospital at such a time.

Chapter 22

The next day, I canceled the city-wide search order. Firstly, the enemy was already prepared, making the search pointless. Secondly, the enemy might resort to desperate measures and kill Yamaguchi and the others.

Early in the morning, a letter was placed on my desk.

It was brought in by a guard. The letter had been placed at the main gate early that morning, yet my guard knew nothing about it. It seemed the enemy was very familiar with the headquarters' situation, which sent a chill down my spine. Where exactly was the enemy hiding?

This was a letter for exchanging prisoners. The handwriting was delicate, clearly from a woman's hand. A small red plum blossom was drawn at the end of the letter; I knew it must be Mei's work. The letter essentially said that tomorrow, at Bansong Mountain outside the city on the Qingliu River, Fukuda and Yamaguchi would be exchanged for Zhang Qian.

I knew the enemy's intelligence network was all-pervasive; if I mobilized the troops in Pingyang City, the enemy would definitely notice. So I called the commander in the provincial capital, ordering him to send a crack team of plainclothes officers to ambush the area the next day.

The next day, outside Pingyang City, I led four guards, escorting Zhang Qian to Bansong Mountain. There stood a woman with her face covered; she looked very young, and I vaguely felt I recognized her. Behind her were two girls holding pistols. Fukuda and Yamaguchi were bound hand and foot.

I looked around; another girl was standing on a pine tree trunk on the hillside—she was scouting, I thought to myself. I looked around again, wondering where the plainclothes team was, but I found nothing.

“Girls, you are very trustworthy, I admire you.” I bowed to the veiled girl.

The veiled girl didn’t speak, but one of the girls beside her said, “I’ll count to three, and we’ll release them at the same time. Don’t try anything funny.”

I smiled and said, “We Japanese are all trustworthy.”

The exchange was extremely simple and smooth. I wasn’t worried about the guerrillas at all. Based on years of experience, they were a group of extremely trustworthy and extremely foolish people. The word “trustworthy” simply doesn’t exist in my dictionary. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have attacked Pearl Harbor first, and only issued the declaration of war after it was almost destroyed. You could say we are a shameless nation. Being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to ourselves. I can stop at nothing to eliminate the enemy of the Empire, and the Chinese are too kind in this respect. In many cases, they have suffered because of this.

Not long after I returned to Pingyang City, good news came: the plainclothes team in the provincial capital had succeeded. I excitedly ordered the female prisoners to be brought up.

The plainclothes team leader, Sakata, reported to me personally.

They had been lying in ambush in a thicket at the foot of Songshan Mountain, with all twenty-odd men hidden in deep, dug tunnels. When the group carrying the wounded female prisoner passed by, they pounced. But the female bandits were formidable; despite the sudden attack, one woman and the female prisoner escaped. Five team members were killed, but they were spared. The veiled woman and another woman were captured, and one woman was shot dead.

I immediately ordered the two women to be brought forward.

The veiled woman and another beautiful young woman were brought forward with their hands tied behind their backs. Their clothes were torn in several places, indicating they had been through a fierce battle.

I stared at the veiled young woman, stepped forward, and removed her veil.

A familiar, pretty face appeared before me—an oval face, large eyes, fair skin, and bright teeth. Who else could it be but Ye Qiuyu

? "Miss Ye, I never expected to see you again so soon. I still had so much for you to enjoy, but you left without saying goodbye, almost leaving me with lifelong regret."

"Fascist, beast," Ye Qiuyu cursed.

I chuckled and patted Sakata's shoulder, saying, "You've done a great job today. How about trying a Chinese girl?"

Sakata let out a lewd laugh, glanced at me, and we exchanged knowing smiles. I ordered both girls to be taken directly to the interrogation room, while the other girl was left for Sakata's enjoyment and torture.

I instructed the military police to tie Ye Qiuyu's hands and feet to the bed in a spread-eagle position, then waved them away. Her hands were tied to the headboard, her legs spread wide and bound to the foot of the bed, making her look like a lamb to the slaughter. Ye Qiuyu didn't speak; she glared at me with resentment. I figured that after our last experience, she knew exactly what I wanted to do to her.

"You dared to kill Imperial Army soldiers, so you'll pay the price! After I'm done with you, I'll give you to others to do with. You'll taste something different! Haha!" I grinned maliciously

, reaching out my hairy hand and tearing Ye Qiuyu's collar down. The sound of tearing fabric revealed Ye Qiuyu's firm breasts, her snow-white peaks heaving rapidly, a testament to the young girl's shame and fear.

"Ah... Miss Ye Qiuyu, you're so beautiful!" My fingers traced along Ye Qiuyu's evasive cheek to her delicate neck, then slowly slid down her trembling breasts.

"Beast," Ye Qiuyu said, closing her eyes.

My hand slid down, pulling open her moon-white panties until it reached a lush patch of hair, then I pulled hard. With a

"rip," Ye Qiuyu's panties were pulled down, revealing her fair thighs and the mysterious triangle and the thick, dark pubic hair.

At that moment, Ye Qiuyu suddenly opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling. Although it wasn't the first time she had been stripped naked in the torture chamber, tears still welled up in her eyes.

I smiled and reached my hand into her palm-sized patch of pubic hair, parting it and forcefully prying open her two tightly pressed, delicate labia.

I extended my right index finger, aimed it at her slightly moist, red vagina, and inserted it. Ye Qiuyu's body trembled slightly.

"Ah..." A loud scream of agony came from the next torture chamber. I knew Sakata had already begun.

"Beast," Ye Qiuyu cursed, her delicate brows furrowed.

My index finger was fully inserted into her delicate vagina, and I moved it in and out, fiddling with it.

Ye Qiuyu's eyebrows furrowed even more, but her vagina, under the thrusting of my finger, secreted a little fluid, becoming slightly moist.

I pulled my finger out and licked the moist part. Looking at her naked body lying on the torture bed, her body was so alluring. Her firm breasts stood proudly, her slender waist, and the fine pubic hair

covering a tender little crevice made my blood boil. I climbed onto the torture bed, took out my penis, and aimed the purplish-red, hard glans at her tender, narrow forbidden zone. I arched my back and thrust forward.

With a "slurp," my penis slid into Ye Qiuyu's slightly dry vagina.

Ye Qiuyu's eyebrows furrowed sharply, her abdominal muscles contracted, and a suppressed cry of pain escaped from her cherry lips.

My hands kneaded her two fleshy peaks, feeling their softness and amazing elasticity. My penis thrust and pounded inside her vagina, penetrating and plunging deep inside, hitting and pounding.

Ye Qiuyu's two pale arms trembled uncontrollably as she tried her best to suppress the moans caused by the pain in her lower body.

I forcefully pulled my entire penis out and then fiercely thrust it deep into her vagina. My penis, like a sharp arrow, pierced through her smooth labia amidst her dark pubic hair, and shoved it all the way in.

Ye Qiuyu's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, sweat beading on her face and plastering her hair to her eye sockets. As I thrust in and out, I parted her hair, her pretty face contorted in pain. I bent down, cupped her face, and kissed her long eyelashes, then thrust violently dozens of times. A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I held her tightly, my penis throbbing inside her hot vagina, ejaculating. I withdrew my limp penis, and Ye Qiuyu gasped on the torture bed, her two crimson labia moving between her dark pubic hair, a white fluid flowing back from her vagina.

What a captivating young woman. I lewdly walked out of the torture chamber and returned to headquarters. After resting for about two hours, I returned to the torture chamber, this time to the one in Sakata.

In the center of the torture chamber stood a frame-like rack,

upon which hung the naked body of a woman with long, flowing hair. Her arms were outstretched and bound to the posts on either side. A rope hung from the top of the rack, one end of which was tied to the girl's hair and pulled upwards, forcing her to tilt her face back. A string of tears streamed down the girl's beautiful face. Her two white, jade-like ankles were also bound with ropes, stretching her legs wide apart, making her look like a skinned frog.

Two small iron hooks pierced the girl's nipples, tearing her once full and round breasts into sharp cones. Blood flowed from the wounds, slicing across her snow-white belly and dripping from her thighs onto the gray floor, adding two striking red lines to her fair body. The other ends of the hooks also hung from the beam.

Sakata's insidious design practically suspended the girl's entire body in mid-air. The nearly 100-pound weight, except for her arms, rested entirely on her nipples, making even the slightest movement excruciatingly painful. Her vulva and anus were completely exposed, making her vulnerable to manipulation and torture.

Without a closer look, I could tell Sakata had already subjected this girl to severe torture. Besides the red and blue welts all over her body, her genitals appeared to have been meticulously abused. Her lower abdomen was swollen like a pregnant woman about to give birth, her vulva was bruised and swollen like a rotten peach, her pubic hair was matted into a messy clump with semen, her vaginal opening was squeezed into a narrow slit, and her buttocks were red and purple like roasted bacon. This girl was undoubtedly the one who had been captured with her; now she lay unconscious, head drooping.

A large charcoal fire was lit in front of the torture instruments, making the room unbearably hot. Both the tortured girl and the shirtless men administering the torture were drenched in sweat.

I went in and saw the girl's miserable state. "What! Does Major Sakata also have trouble getting rid of girls he can't get to talk to?"

Sakata seemed quite agitated, pacing back and forth in the torture chamber. Seeing me enter, he said, "These women must have been given some kind of spell; they just won't talk."

I sat down in a chair and said, "Wake her up." The two thugs, probably still feeling a bit too good from the previous ordeal, almost couldn't lift the buckets.

Two buckets of cold water were poured over the girl's head.

The girl's fair body swayed, and she slowly regained consciousness.

"Girl, who is your superior? Where is the liaison office? Tell me quickly, and I'll let you go."

Ignoring the sweat and blood on the girl's face, she was actually a very beautiful woman. Her round face was flawless, only pale from pain and dehydration. After a few breaths, she managed to utter two words with difficulty.

"Don't... even think about it!"

"Bastard." "Sakata cursed and walked up to the girl, brushing aside a few strands of hair stuck to her face with sweat. He said, 'Girl, let's see how long you can hold out.' He then took a long, gleaming steel needle from the torture instruments and walked to the girl's spread genitals. He parted her wet pubic hair and slowly but forcefully plunged the needle into her swollen vulva.

'Ah!'"

The unexpected, sharp pain in her lower body made the girl momentarily forget her predicament. She involuntarily twisted backward, her nipples instantly ripped open, and the blood that had just stopped gushed out again. The bleeding wouldn't stop, and the girl, beset by internal and external pain, nearly succumbed to madness.

Sakata paused, letting the girl catch her breath and regain some consciousness, then continued. The girl dared not struggle anymore, allowing Sakata to plunge the more than an inch-long steel needle deep into her vaginal muscles, all the way to the needle puncture site.

Throughout the entire process, the girl could only scream in unbearable agony, grit her teeth, and shed tears. Only the constant convulsions of her buttocks could tell the story of the pain her fragile body was enduring.

I watched this scene of torture with relish, taking a large gulp of tea.

"Have you thought it through?" Sakata continued to press, seeing me showing off. The second steel needle was raised in front of the girl's eyes.

The girl closed her eyes in pain, remaining silent, cold sweat beading on her forehead.

Sakata, enraged, said, "Still being stubborn? If you don't tell me, I'll fuck you to death."

The girl didn't reply. Sakata grinned maliciously and pried open the girl's swollen, red labia, revealing her bright red clitoris. Soon, a second steel needle was inserted into the soft flesh of that small bud.

"Ah..." The girl could no longer bear it. With a scream, a stream of hot urine gushed out, most of it splashing onto Sakata's hand. The steel needle had pierced the girl's clitoris.

Sakata didn't mind. He raised his hand to his mouth, licked it, and tasted the alkaline texture of the urine. He laughed, "What, girl, want to pee?"

The girl gasped for breath and glared at Sakata.

Sakata cursed, "Damn it, die!" Sakata took a red-hot branding iron from the stove and pressed it into the girl's pubic hair.

"Ah... Eek..." The girl's body writhed violently on the rack, and her incontinent urine gushed out again from her urethra, splashing onto the branding iron and emitting a foul, fishy smell.

The girl fainted again.

Looking at the girl's injuries, we had no choice but to stop today.

Chapter 23

On the third day, while I was at headquarters, a guard reported that Wang Ping had arrived.

I slapped my forehead; the busyness of the past few days had almost made me forget about him. I wondered why Wang Ping hadn't been eliminated by Mei yet. Perhaps Ye Qiuyu and the others hadn't had time to report before being captured again. Thinking of this made me feel somewhat guilty towards Wang Ping, after all, he was still a useful undercover agent.

"Wang Sang, you've come at the right time," I said with a smile.

"Reporting, Commander," Wang Ping bowed and said, "Commander, I have an important report to give you."

"Go ahead."

"Commander, I've found out that Wang Changkui's family in Erliu Village outside the city is a secret liaison station for the 'Mei' organization."

"Wang Changkui? Is the intelligence verifiable?" “

Absolutely verifiable. I bribed one of my classmates, Lu Fan, with Imperial Army gold notes. According to the intelligence I obtained, his sister is very likely a member of Mei. Because of your instructions, Sir, I didn't alert her. Her sister's name is Lu Jianping, a cashier at the Riyu Trading Company. That day, I went to Lu Fan's house and happened to hear her sister talking to another woman about two Mei members recuperating at Wang Changkui's house. I didn't dare to linger and came back.”

“Oh my, Wang-san, you've done a great service this time. The Imperial Army will reward you handsomely.” I praised.

Then I lowered my head and said, “Wang-san, Zhang Qian escaped this time and is very likely at Wang Changkui's house. You must be careful in your future actions. Tonight, we will raid Erliu Village. If we can capture Zhang Qian, your identity will not be exposed.”

Wang Ping broke out in a cold sweat and said, “Sir, you must protect me.”

I made a promise to him. I still had to keep Wang Ping around, otherwise those plainclothes teams, traitor teams, and puppet troops might lose heart.

Around 1 a.m. that night, in the dead of night, the croaking of frogs echoed through the low-lying area. I personally led over 300 soldiers and more than 50 plainclothes officers to stealthily approach Erliu Village under cover of darkness, surrounding the entire village.

After the encirclement was complete, crisp gunshots rang out through the night sky. I ordered the military police to enter the village and force all the villagers out. Four machine guns were set up under a large tree at the village entrance, their dark muzzles pointed at the crowd.

"Speak, who is Wang Changkui?" Wang Feng, the deputy leader of the plainclothes team, dragged the village chief out from the crowd.

"Captain... Captain, we don't have anyone named Wang Changkui here!"

"Damn it, old man, you're lying."

"Captain, I'm not lying. We don't have anyone named Wang Changkui here. You can ask the others if you don't believe me."

I pressed my saber to the ground and glared fiercely at the crowd.

"Boom! Boom!" Two loud explosions suddenly came from Pingyang City, more than ten miles away, and flames shot into the sky.

It was obvious that the Pingyang City military supply depot had exploded.

"Baka yarou!" I knew it was Shang Mei's diversionary tactic; Wang Ping's whereabouts were now exposed.

"Whoosh!" I drew my military knife and cleaved the village chief in two with a single stroke. With another swing, four machine guns roared to life, and over three hundred villagers of Erliu Village fell in pools of blood.

"Back to the city."

Back at headquarters, the extent of the damage had been assessed: the supply depot had been bombed, the army hospital attacked, and the four boxes of newly arrived medicine had been intercepted, including the two boxes of penicillin. The enemy's intelligence was too precise; they were definitely after penicillin, which was more valuable than gold. They knew this the moment it arrived. It seemed the enemy had a high-ranking spy within Pingyang City. Who could it be? Just thinking about it gave me a headache.

I ordered someone to summon Wang Ping.

"Sir," Wang Ping's trembling voice rang out from outside the door, and then he appeared before me.

Seeing him made me angry; he would bear full responsibility for today's losses.

I stood up, staring intently into his eyes with a murderous aura. "Your conscience is corrupted. You conspired with Mei to lure me into a trap."

"No, no, sir, I didn't..."

*Whoosh!* I drew my military knife and moved towards Wang Ping.

Wang Ping immediately knelt on the ground, trembling. "Commander, I... I really didn't know this was their plan—Commander, please don't kill me... Ah—"

I raised both knives, the blades slicing across Wang Ping's head, a lock of hair being cut off. Wang Ping collapsed to the ground.

I sheathed the knife and said coldly, "I'll give you one more chance. Within a month, you and Wang Feng must find Lu Jianping, a member of the 'Mei' organization in the city, or you'll be dead."

"Yes, sir." Wang Ping wiped the cold sweat from his face. I didn't want to kill him anyway, because the enemy was too clever. This scare was meant to teach him to make fewer mistakes in the future.

"Sir, then—then I'll be going now," Wang Ping whispered.

I waved my hand, then called him back and led him to the underground torture chamber.

Under the pale yellow light, the naked body of a young girl hung from a beam. Her long, flowing hair obscured her pretty face. Bloodstains stained her smooth, erect breasts, and two scabs formed on her beautiful nipples. Her fair chest and abdomen were covered with whip marks, and an unsightly brand remained in the pubic hair between her legs. This was the girl who had been captured with Ye Qiuyu that day; she was now unconscious.

A military policeman pulled up the girl's hair.

"Wang Ping, do you know her?"

Wang Ping carefully examined the girl and said, "Sir, I know her. Her name is Wen Sumei, and she's also an employee of Riyu Trading Company. I never expected she'd be one of Mei's people. " I

waved my hand, ordering the guards to take Wang Ping away to rest.

Wang Ping sensibly went away.

"Wake her up," I ordered the two thugs.

"Splash, splash!" Two buckets of cold water were splashed onto the girl's naked body.

After a while, the girl's head moved, and she opened her eyes.

I moved to the girl's back and said, "Wen Sumei, Miss Wen, how is it? Not a pleasant feeling, is it?"

The girl's body trembled slightly, clearly uneasy at being called out.

"Miss Wen, don't hide anything for Mei anymore. Your superior, Ye Qiuyu, couldn't withstand the torture and confessed everything."

"Bah! Japanese devils, beasts! Since she's confessed everything, what else do you need to ask?" The girl gave me a disdainful look.

"Uh..." I stammered, not expecting this girl to be so difficult to deal with.

"Bastard, Miss Wen, don't force me to use extreme torture. It's such a waste to ruin such a beautiful body."

The girl's lips twitched, giving a sorrowful smile. "Beasts, what else can't you do? Let me tell you, you bunch of animals, don't even think about it. Use whatever tricks you have. If I die, Mei will avenge me." With that, the girl closed her eyes.

"Bastard," I cursed, then said to the two thugs, "It seems Miss Wen still doesn't understand. Help her think about it." Two thugs ,

understanding each other's intentions, tied the girl's two fair, delicate feet with two ropes, looped the ropes around the iron pillars on either side, and pulled them tight, spreading the girl's legs apart and exposing her ravaged genitals.

I grinned maliciously and walked to the base of the girl's spread legs, using a brush to remove the filth from her genitals. After washing with water, the girl's genitals were clearly revealed; her labia were swollen and discolored, bulging open on either side of the vaginal opening, unable to close again, the two thin, tender... Her labia minora, swollen from repeated gang rape, were rolled back inwards, revealing the girl's delicate, red vaginal folds through them. The layers, glistening and intertwined, were alluring. Small clumps of blood, left from days before, were mixed in with the flesh. A horrible brand marked the center of her dark pubic hair on the full mound above her vulva; the skin was a yellowish-red, oozing yellow fluid.

I put down the brush and picked up a leather whip from the torture rack on the ground.

'Will you talk?' I asked again.

'No.' The girl shook her head.

I stared at the part of her exposed genitals. 'Snap!'

The whip struck precisely between her swollen labia majora.

'Ah…' The girl's body swayed on the rack, letting out a scream.

'Snap—Snap…Snap…' The whip struck the same spot between her delicate labia again and again, accurately.

The girl's genitals were torn, and blood seeped out.

Before long, sweat beaded on the girl's pretty face, strands of her long hair plastered to her skin. Her two plump, white legs convulsed and spasmed, her body swaying on the rack like a small boat tossed about in a storm, screams echoing one after another.

After about fifty or sixty lashes, the girl fainted. I looked at the blood-stained whip, with black hairs still clinging to it—pubic hairs pulled from her vulva during the beatings.

I glanced at her bloodied genitals and ordered the henchmen to pour a basin of concentrated salt water onto her vulva.

The girl awoke, first gasping for breath and trembling, then letting out a heart-wrenching scream. Her smooth body writhed pitifully on the rack, her two white legs seemingly trying desperately to clamp themselves together, her pretty face contorted and bluish with pain.

"Will you talk or not?" I slammed my fist into the girl's smooth abdomen.

"Ah...uh—" With a dry heave, the girl arched her back in pain.

"You beast, you little devil, you'll die a horrible death...ah..." A long, agonizing scream. I pried open the girl's bloodied labia, turned her urethra inside out, and inserted a long, thin wire straight into her urethral opening, stirring it as I went in.

"Ah...ah..." The girl writhed pitifully on the rack, uttering incoherent moans.

The wire penetrated deeper and deeper into the girl's urethra, the muscles around her vulva twitching violently, her body trembling as she gasped for breath.

"Will you talk?"

"..."

Suddenly, I felt the wire in my hand lighten; it had penetrated the girl's bladder, and pale yellow urine gushed from her swollen urethra.

"Will you talk?" I roared as I pulled out the wire, bloody urine shooting out of the girl's urethra, her stiff body limply hanging on the rack.

Looking at the unconscious female prisoner, I ordered the henchmen to revive her with cold water again.

Then I branded her again.

After she regained consciousness, I used a lighter to burn her clitoris.

I lit the lighter and slowly inserted it under her genitals, the tip of the flame searing her tender, red clitoris.

"Ah...ah..." The girl's labia opened and closed in agony, her long, inhuman screams.

She struggled to twist her body to avoid the burning, and I ordered a henchman to push her buttocks from behind, making her genitals protrude forward, trying to avoid burning her pubic hair and only searing her clitoris.

The girl's screams were accompanied by tears and sobs, intermittent screams and curses, tears and sweat plastering strands of her hair to her delicate face.

No matter how much the girl struggled, I kept the lighter under her clitoris. The once vibrant, bright red clitoris gradually turned charred black under the intense heat of the flames. Urine gushing from between her labia never stopped. My hand was under her genitals, splattered with urine. Even the lighter was extinguished several times by the urine flowing from her vulva. Five minutes later, the girl's head lolled to the side, and she fainted.

At this moment, her naked body hanging on the rack was covered in fine beads of sweat, as if she had just been pulled from the water.

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