PART 2

Assistants carry Tsu Ming to the device.  One grasps her body about the waist and lifts her till her shoulders are level with the crosspiece.  Others bind her arms  along the top of the crosspiece with leather straps, cuffs at her wrists are tied out to the posts and drawn tight, stretching her arms.  Cuffs at her ankles are tied by ropes to heavy iron rings in the bases of the gold and red posts.   A leather belt is buckled about her tiny waist and a rope, secured to a ring in the front,  is looped through an iron ring in a post in front of her.  The rope is tightened, pulling her middle forward until she is bent in a sharp arch, her legs spread and extended behind her, belly and stupendous breasts thrust up and forward.

"Now my child.  Where has your traitorous husband gone to hide?"

"I do not know sir."

"Oh I think you do!  Maybe you just need something to refresh your memory, hmmmm?"

"But I do not know where he may have gone."

"You try my patience girl.  You WILL tell me where your scheming husband has gone or I will use stronger methods to loosen your lying tongue!  What you have experienced until now is mere child's play!"

"But you must believe me, I do not know where he could be."

Fan Wooh nods to an assistant who rolls a low cabinet over beside the trembling girl.  There are all sorts of tools and implements arranged on its top.

Fan Wooh moves to it and opens the lid on a large beautifully finished and carved lacquer box.   Inside are what appear to be many,many wooden sticks.  Actually they are bamboo slivers with fire hardened points and tiny barbs facing towards the points.

Fan Wooh has a nose hook placed in Tsu Ming's nostrils and the thong attached to it drawn up over her head  to the lacquered beam behind her.  Tsu Ming's head is  tilted sharply back as the cruel hook tears at her nostrils, she can but stare at the ceiling above and imagine what this monster plans to do to her.    Tears spring to her eyes and run down her cheeks at the pain. 

"Now my little liar we will see how strong your will is to protect your rebellious husband."

"I do not know.  I do not know!"

"You lie!!"

With the hook pulling on her nose the septum is widely exposed.  Fan Wooh picks up a bamboo sliver and placing the point to that nerve rich spot presses it into and through the flesh.

Tsu Ming tries to twist her head but the hook in her nose keeps her head immoveable. She screams in pain as Fan Wooh twists and forces the diabolical bamboo through her nose.  Her body shakes and trembles, shivers running up and down her stretched arms and torso.

Grasping and ear Fan Wooh presses a sliver through the upper lobe. Tsu Ming  screams again, unable to move her head but her legs are jerking and quaking.

"EEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIII"  STOP!!"

Fan Wooh ignores her pleas.  She had her chance, now she will learn what real pain is.

Fan Wooh pierces her ear in four more places, then, moves to the other ear.

Tsu Ming is beside herself as she screams and struggles as best she can. Spasms and convulsions ripple along her arms, her legs jerk and shudder.  This is pain as she never could have imagined.  The monster torturing her continues thrusting the slivers of bamboo through her flesh. A sheen of torture sweat covers her magnificent body.  It runs in little rivulets down her ivory skin to drip to the floor.

Fan Wooh picks up a hard leather ring  2 inches in diameter.   With metal prongs he stretches Tsu Ming's mouth wide, nearly dislocating it and presses the ring into her mouth behind her teeth.  The next sliver is heavier and longer than the others, he touches it to her cheek.  Pressing slowly and methodically it pierces the skin and cuts through the meat of her cheek into her mouth.  He continues twisting and forcing the shaft until it pierces the other cheek.  Pressing harder he forces it till it tears through and the bamboo shaft protrudes from both sides of her face.

Tsu Ming shrieks in agony at the heinous and barbaric violation of her body.   She is helpless to do naught but thrash and scream.

Fan Wooh continues driving bamboo slivers into Tsu Ming's flesh.  He pinches a bit of skin under her chin, pulling it out and stabbing through it. He uses the same technique to skewer dozens of slivers through her arms from shoulder to her wrists.  Muscles seize and convulse, Tsu Ming strains at the cruel bindings holding her immobile as this fiend drives sliver after sliver through her cringing screaming flesh.

Tsu Ming screams and shrieks in agony.  With the leather ring in her mouth she cannot speak but her screams tell volumes as they bound and rebound from the walls of the chamber. 

Fan Wooh directs his attention to the ivory  smooth, flesh of Tsu Ming's torso. He releases the nose hook so she is able to look down in terror as he proceeds with his hellish work. Her eyes nearly pop from their sockets as she watches in terror as he stabs the devilish slivers through the flesh on her sides moving from hip to armpit.  Through the fleshy muscle that stretches from upper arm to armpit.  There are well over a hundred of the fiendish slivers sticking through various parts of her body.

Fan Wooh removes the ring from her mouth. Tsu Ming is howling in agony, her breath comes in great heaving gasps, her chest rapidly rising and falling making her bounteous breasts shake and jiggle. The sweat of torture runs from her body dripping into puddles under her tormented being.

"Do you recall now where your pig of a husband is?"

Tsu Ming, between wails of pain and agony, her voice quivering denies knowledge of his whereabouts.

"Mercy! Please!  Stop this!   I do not have the information you seek! Have mercy!  Oh God...PLEASE STOP!!!!"

"Sooo.... you call upon the deities of the unclean westerners.  I need no further proof that you are lying.  I will continue until you surrender and tell me the truth!"

Tsu Ming's body is skewered by literally hundreds of the diabolical slivers.  Her bright scarlet blood trickles from the many  insidious barbs.

Fan Wooh resumes his barbarous task.  He pierces her thighs, carefully placing the horrific slivers through the flesh along the backs and inner muscles, downward to her calves running them completely through the meatiest portions.  Tsu Ming thrashes and shakes, muscles cramping and tensing, convulsions shake them as the savage torture goes on and on, her screams piercing the air.

Fan Wooh stands in front of the sobbing , wailing young woman so cruelly trussed before him.  He reaches forth with his hand and cups one of her bountiful breasts, a demonic smile curves his lips.

"The cords" he calls to his assistant.

The assistant scurries to a cabinet and returns with some silken cords.  Fan Wooh makes a loop in the end of one.  He lifts one of Tsu Ming's luscious globes and slips the loop around it.  Pulling on the loose end he tightens it around her breast.    He saws it tighter and tighter, the prodigious flesh of her tit flesh bulges around the cord.  He winds the loose end around the entrapped orb, tighter and tighter till it is distended like a large ball, the nipple bloated and stiff.  He takes another cord and does the same to her other mammary.  They stand out like two large spheres on her strained chest, the nipples swollen and erect.  They turn blue, then darker and finally they are two deep purple globes bulging from her upper torso.

Tsu Ming is whimpering and sobbing as the blood congeals in her superb mounds. 

"Now.  Do you wish to tell me where your foul husband is?  Or shall I introduce your monumental appendages to my friends here?"

"I do not know where my husband is!  Why won't you believe me?   I tell you the truth!  I do not know!"

"Very well then!   Let us move ahead then"

"NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!   YOU CANNOT DO THIS!    STOP!!  PLEASE!!!!   STOP!!!   I DON'T KNOWWWW!!"

Fan Wooh delves into his box of bamboo and takes out a special one with barbs on the slender shaft.   He holds it up to Tsu Ming's face.   Her eyes widen, she shakes her head.

"NO!! NOOOO!!!! "

Fan Wooh picks up a large pair of bamboo tweezers. Grasping one of her nipples in it's end, he stretches it out.  Tsu Ming screeches and tries to move away, her eyes staring in horror.  When he has drawn the nipple as far as he can, Fan Wooh places the point of the sliver to the outside of the nipple and slowly forces it through the tender morsel   Tsu Ming throws her head back and a high pitched shriek issues from her mouth.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

While continuing to hold the nipple in the grip of the grip of the tweezers Fan Wooh retrieves and presses another bamboo spear through the same nipple at right angles to the first.  Fan Wooh nods and smiles in approval..

He clamps the tweezers over her other nipple and stretches it out.  Tsu Ming is shaking her head, her eyes riveted on her nipple.

"NOOO!!!!!!   NOOOOOO!!!!!   NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!"

Fan Wooh pierces the nipple with the sliver making sure he does so slowly, twisting and sawing it through peak.   Tsu Ming twists and shakes her torso, trying to move her swollen breast and it's tender nipple away, but the vicious fiend merely waits till she stops for an instant and jabs the point of the second sliver into her flesh. 

Tsu Ming stares down at her grossly swollen purple breasts, her distended nipples skewered by the barbarous bamboo slivers,  her lips quiver as she screams in agony.  Tears course down her pain wracked face to drip onto those tormented globes. 

Fan Wooh now opens another box, long and slender.   He reaches in and removes the mother of all bamboo skewers.  It is 18 inches long and is as thick as a slender finger.  It's entire length is ridged with tiny sharp barbs facing toward the pointed end. It has a fine hardened point.  Turning back to Tsu Ming, Fan Wooh displays a toothy grin.  He reaches out to one of her bulging mounds.  Tsu Ming cannot believe he is going to use this monstrous instrument on her. 

Fan Wooh places the point of the huge shaft to the outside of Tsu Ming's breast.

"GOD NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!    IT'S NOT POSSIBLE.......   YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!!!  I BEG YOU......   NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"

With a vicious twist Fan Wooh pierces the  skin of her breast, he twists and forces it into her tightly constricted flesh, the tiny barbs tearing the delicate tissues.  Tsu Ming is blubbering in pain as the barbarous shaft penetrates deeper into her mammary.  The skin in the cleavage between her bound tits stretches out as the point of the skewering bamboo bursts forth and moves on to dent into and pierce her other globe.   Fan Wooh pushes and twists the hellish shaft through her mutilated breasts,  pushing, twisting till it emerges on the outside of her tit flesh.  He keeps pushing until it extends equally on both sides of her mammoth globes.  Blood runs down from the hideous wounds, mixing with the sweat.  

Tsu Ming is howling like a banshee at the savage defiling of her breasts.  She strains and shakes as the malevolent fiend tortures her.  The muscles of her torso twitch and shudder, tremors ripple up and down her limbs as convulsions and contractions of sinew and muscles make her shake and vibrate in her bondage.

Fan Wooh steps back to admire his efforts.  Tsu Ming is in unutterable agony, her body is festooned with hundreds of bamboo slivers.  Her breasts are bound and hideously pierced by more bamboo, culminating in their barbaric skewering.

"One more chance before I stop playing and I use more persuasive methods."

Tsu Ming is unable to speak and can merely shake her head.

"Bring the candles."



To Be Continued..............

PART 3

Tsu Ming is trussed tightly as she hangs on the red and gold posts.  Her body is pierced with hundreds of slender bamboo slivers, their tips fire hardened.  They quiver as wave after wave of tremors course up and down her beautiful form.  Her large breasts are tightly bound with silken cords which sink deeply into her flesh at their base  forcing them to bulge forth, swelling they have turned a deep purple, the nipples large and impaled by some of the diabolical bamboo slivers.  A particularly long one skewers both her breasts sticking from both sides of the tormented globes.

Fan Wooh looks into Tsu Ming's terrified eyes. The merciless fiend asks if she is ready to reveal the whereabouts of her traitorous husband.

Since a bamboo sliver pierces through both her cheeks, and another through her tongue she cannot speak but shakes her head indicating refusal.  More than likely still insisting she does not know where he has gone.

Fan Wooh turns to his assistant, "The candles"

Nodding and scurrying off he returns shortly with a bright lacquered tray with several candles on it  They are lit, the flames dancing in the slight air moving in the torture room.

Fan Wooh picks one up and holds it before Tsu Ming's face.  She looks puzzled as to it's significance.  Fan Wooh moves one toward a sliver piercing one of her ears.  Tsu Ming's eyes widen in terror as she realizes what he intends to do.  He touches the flame to the tip of a sliver in her ear lobe.  Tsu Ming tries to shake her head and extinguish the flaring bamboo, but her head is held fast by the bands around it. Closer, closer the flame burns. The it reaches her ear, a piercing shriek of pain bursts from her mouth, a wailing scream bounding from the walls as the flame chars her flesh.

Fan Wooh lights another sliver, this one through a fold of flesh in her armpit.  Tsu Ming tenses, her muscles convulsing as she tries to shake loose, she thrashes in convulsions of searing agony as the stench of her burning flesh fills the air along with her screams and shrieks of agony.  Fan Wooh continues igniting the cruel slivers. Under her arms, along her sides, up and down her legs. 

"Just nod your head when you have had enough and wish to reveal where that pig of a husband is hiding."

Tsu Ming, in excruciating, unbridled agony, her eyes roll back in their sockets, wild in terror, she shakes and thrashes under the savage torture, her screams piercing the air as the pitiless, sadistic fiend continues the barbaric torture.

Fan Wooh sets the candles aside and directs the assistant to remove the remaining slivers from Tsu Ming.  The first he chooses is the terrible one piercing both breasts.  As he twists and pulls it from her tormented mammaries Tsu Ming shrieks in agony.  The removal of each sliver is even more painful than when they first pierced her flesh because of the barbs on the shafts.  The assistant is delighted as he twists each one eliciting ear piercing screams.  It takes nearly an hour of continuous, hair raising shrieks before all are removed. The last two, the one through her tongue and the one through her cheeks bring forth howls of agonized pain.

Two slivers have been left in her nipples.  They have been left intentionally.  The silken cords are unwound from Tsu Ming's swollen and distorted breasts.  As the blood returns to the constricted globes the pain is even more severe than the long time they were bound.  As Tsu Ming screams in excruciating torment. The assistant slowly twists and draws the last two remaining slivers from the nipples.  The agonizing pain is ten times worse than all the others.

Tsu Ming is unbound from the pillars.  She collapses to the floor.  Her arms are twisted behind her and bound together, elbows touching.  A bamboo rod is pushed up under her armpits, then her arms are pulled forward and wrists bound together in front.

Two silk ropes are lowered from the ceiling and fastened to the ends of the bamboo rod.  The ropes are then raised lifting Tsu Ming from the floor, her toes just out of reach of the surface.  Her ankles are then tied together and she is raised till she is some two feet above the floor.  The edge of the bar under her arms has been shaved into a triangular shape, the  edge of which now cuts fiercely into her underarms.  Tsu Ming groans as the cruel edge burrows into her flesh. 

Fan Wooh looks up at the slowly swinging young woman and says, "We return later" and he and his assistants walk to the door.

Tsu Ming, her words mushy and garbled because of her mutilated face and tongue pleads for them not to leave her like this.

"Just tell us where to find your husband and we will lower you.  Otherwise------!"

Tsu Min frantically mumbles she does not know his whereabouts.

Fan Wooh and his entourage leave.  The door closes and Tsu Ming hangs, alone, the insidious rod cutting deeper and deeper into her flesh.   Minutes crawl by,  the rod burrows into her arms.  The pain bores deep into her shoulders, surely they must tear from their sockets.  Flashes of pain lance up and down her arms. The muscles cramp, tremors flicker back an forth, the muscles of her upper back quiver under the strain. 

An hour passes, surely the bar must cleave through her sinews and flesh, severing her arms, the pain sears into her brain, the bar like a living thing.  Tsu Ming moans and begs.  It is not possible for one to endure such torment

Another hour drags by. She sees flashes of light as bolts of unrelenting agony tear at her.  If only the feeling in her arms would cease because of cut off circulation, but no, the pervading piercing pain bores through her body.

Another hour.  Tsu Ming is hallucinating, she has separated herself from the pervading torment of the implacable rod.  But why does the terrible pain go on then.

The door opens and Fan Wooh enters.  He glides across the floor of the torture room.
Tsu Ming's head hangs down, a steady pitiable wail issues from her mouth along with a stream of drool which cascades to her chest and runs between her proud breasts. 

Fan Wooh looks up at Tsu Ming and placing his hand under her chin raises her tear streaked face.  She looks at Fan Wooh but her eyes fail to focus properly.  She KNOWS that this is the one responsible for her suffering.  She weakly mouths "WHY?"  

"Why?   Why to loosen that stubborn tongue of yours my child.  Tell me does it hurt hanging that way?

Tsu Ming is too weak to speak.  She feebly nods her head.

"You know this can stop.  Just tell me where your husband is and I will see to it that this terrible thing ceases."

Shaking her head weakly Tsu Ming utters a barely audible, "I do not know"

"Foolish girl.  You leave me no choice."

Fan Wooh nods to his assistant and motions toward the corner.

"The stones."

The assistant scurries to the corner and returns carrying a heavy stone with an iron ring imbedded in the top.  He goes back and brings another.

"One on each side.  Hang them from her great toes."

The assistant loops silk cords around each of Tsu Ming's big toes.  He then lifts the stones one at a time and ties the cords from Tsu Ming's toes to the rings in the stones.

Tsu Ming raises her face to the ceiling and a scream of one suffering the fires of hell issues from her mouth.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"

"Take them off!! Take them off!!!    AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

"We will return after a short rest"

"NOO!!  Don't leave  me!   Don't leave me like this!  NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

With that Fan Wooh and his assistant leave Tsu Ming to her agony.

Though weakened by her previous ordeal , Tsu Ming shrieks in unutterable agony as the added weight of the stones makes the vicious rod bore ever deeper into her tortured limbs.  The pain is never ending, it invades every part of her. Her toes are being torn from her feet and the added weight makes the pain in her arms a hundred times worse. She hangs motionless the insidious rod tearing at her arms and shoulders.  She drifts in and out of consciousness. And always there is the pain. She shakes her head back and forth, screaming,.... always screaming.  Her shrieks of agony go on and on.  Finally she just hangs, insensible in the blackness of unconsciousness.

Fan Wooh has been watching Tsu Ming during the entire time of her suffering.  When it becomes obvious that she has escaped into the blackness of insensibility, he renters the room and has her taken down.

"Chain her in a cell till she revives.  We will resume her questioning when she awakes. There are many more ways to loosen her tongue."

Tsu Ming is carried to a concrete cubicle no more than 10 feet square.  There are no windows, no furnishings of any kind, just bare smooth concrete.  A steel collar is bolted around her neck and a short chain runs from it to ring in the floor.  Even if her feet would support her, the shortness of chain would not allow it.  Her useless arms are cuffed and joined by another short chain.  The steel door clangs shut and Tsu Ming lies insensible on the cold cement of her prison.  There is no light, just total blackness, and pain.



To Be Continued...................

PART 6

Mei Ling has watched the barbarous torture of her youngest daughter in horror.  With her mouth grotesquely twisted by the cruel metal hooks tearing at her lips she can only make the most rudimentary howls and grunts of outrage at the monstrous torments being inflicted upon Su Wei's tortured body.  The vicious metal hooks are tearing at the corners of her mouth, she is sure they will split the flesh and her face will be ripped.  The nose hook is like a living thing that any moment will sunder her delicate nostrils.

The Princess' name is Peony Blossom, named for Fan Wooh's mother who had been barbarically tortured to death by the hated westerners.  She preferred, and  consequently was, referred to by the first part of her name, Peony.

Peony told Zhaing how she wanted Mei Ling trussed.  Zhaing moved to the spread  Mei Ling and sneered in satisfaction at the terrible bondage he had placed her in.  Her luscious form is already quite invitingly displayed but to facilitate the desires of the "Princess", and his own savage intentions, he will gleefully bind her in a different manner. Quickly he releases her arms which fall slackly to her sides.  He removes the bindings holding her legs, which had been spread horizontally and tries to stand her on her feet, but all feeling and strength has drained from them and they will not support her, she collapses to her knees on the concrete floor.  He leaves the terrible hooks distorting her mouth and nose in place, her head twisted back, her face a grotesque mask of pain and terror. 

Since she is already on her knees it is a simple matter to double her legs back, binding ankles to upper thighs, the muscles cramping and rebelling after the wide spreading of her legs. Her arms are twisted in back and crossed so that right hand pokes around her waist on the left and her left hand on the right.  A thin leather thong is bound around each wrist and pulled tight across her waist  The binding is very tight and will cut into the flesh if she struggles, as she most assuredly will under the tortures she is about to be subjected too. A stout bamboo rod is forced between her underarms and back This has the desired effect of thrusting her large breasts up and forward, her body bowed.  It also strains her shoulder joints. In this position, the sinews and tendons scream out in anguish as they are stretched and twisted.  A spreader bar is bound between her knees to keep her legs splayed. A pair of chains are lowered and attached to the ends of the bamboo rod. Zhaing moves to the wall and turns a crank, the chains rise and Mei Ling is lifted up to dangle above the floor, the pain as the bamboo buries itself into the crook of her armpits lances through her shoulders, intense and searing.  The spread of the chains keeps her from turning about.

The nose hook is removed and her lustrous long black hair is bound with a cord and pulled tightly down and tied to the bamboo rod,  ensuring her head remains bent sharply back, her only view that of the darkness above, beyond the harsh glare of the lights focused on each of the tormented women.

Peony hands a leather mask to Zhaing who removes the terrible mouth hooks....  Mei Ling moans in anguish and relief at the release of the pressure on her mouth and cheeks, she is barely able to move her jaws. No matter,  Zhaing places the mask over Mei Ling's face, it covers her face from just below the eyes to under her chin.  A funnel like tube on it's underside is forced into her mouth and down her throat.  Straps go around her head and buckle in back.. Next soft rubber plugs are forced into her nostrils. Mei Ling gags and gasps for air. The only way she is able to breathe is through the leather funnel violating her mouth and throat.  She wriggles and grunts as her brain frantically casts about in mounting terror as to what they intend.

Mei Ling's eyes bulge in terror as Peony smiles down at her.

"Now tell us....Where has that miserable pig of a Son in Law gone! Nod your head if you wish to unburden yourself and save  the trouble of going further.  Refuse and I assure you I will experience pain beyond measure."

Mei Ling, terrified and frantic with fear tries to speak but only unintelligible babble emerges from the mask, her head shaking.

"I take that as a no!"

A large barrel, filled with water, is trundled across the concrete to Mei Ling's side.  Peony nods to Zhaing and steps aside. 

Zhaing removes a large pitcher from the side of the barrel and dips it into the water.  Holding it over the broad funnel like opening in the leather mask, he tips it up and begins pouring the contents into the funnel.  Mei Ling sputters and chokes, spitting out as much as she is able.  Zhaing fills the funnel. It isn't long before Mei Ling has no choice, swallow or suffocate.  She opens her throat to gasp for air and is forced to swallow.  Water gurgles into her throat as she struggles to empty the funnel and get air into her lungs. Sputtering and gasping she finally gulps the water in the funnel,  her chest heaving as she gasps for air. 

Zhaing tips the pitcher again filling the funnel again as Mei Ling desperately ingests it in order to breathe. This is repeated again and again. Her stomach  swells as more and more water is forced into her. Her belly is distended like a woman in advanced pregnancy, the skin taught and shining.

Peony hands Zhaing a bamboo cane. Taking a stance to one side of Mei Ling he taps it lightly on her swollen abdomen.  Drawing back his arm he slashes the cane across the tightly stretched flesh of her bulging midsection.

SSSWWWWAAACCCCCCKKKK!!!

Again

SSSWWAAACCKKKKKKKKK!!!!

SSWWWWWACCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!

A terrible screech of agony bursts from the leather funnel jammed into Mei Ling's stretched mouth.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

Zhaing slashes the cane across Mei Ling's rounded belly over and over.  Each new blow followed by unearthly howling which erupts from the savage mask covering her face.  Peony lays a hand on Zhaing's arm and exchanges the cane for a substantial bamboo rod. 

He turns back to Mei Ling.  She shakes her head frantically, babbling through the mask, her eyes bulging in terror.   Zhaing brings the bamboo cudgel forward viciously, slamming it into the taught mound of her stomach. 

TWWAAAAPPPP!!!

TTWWWWAAAAAAPPPPP!!

Shrieks of unendurable agony issue from the mask on Mei Ling's face.  Water spouts from the funnel with each blow of the  ferocious rod.  The barbaric beating goes on until nothing but a dribble of bile bubbles from the mask.

Peony once again goes to Mei Ling, and looking into the tormented eyes asks the question.  Mei Ling babbles and shakes her head as she tries to convey that she does not have the answer. 

Peony steps back and raises her hand, motioning for Zhaing to resume the torture.

Mei Ling struggles and shakes her head as the pitiless fiend again pours water into the funnel.  Gradually Mei Ling's belly bulges further and further till it is again fit to burst. Zhaing takes up his cudgel and beats Mei Ling's distended abdomen pounding the water from her.  It then begins yet again.  It is repeated over and over during the passage of more than an hour and a half.  Mei Ling wails and screams constantly as she is forced to ingest water and is savagely pummeled.

Fan Wooh sits nearby in his ornate chair, watching with undisguised lust and pleasure, the barbaric torture of this unfortunate woman. 

He beacons to Peony, "Perhaps a little change in methods will loosen their tongues."

"Of course father.  Do you have anything in particular you would like?"

"Yes. The prod I think. It always elicits quite pleasurable screaming.  No need to change her position."

"Excellent suggestion father.I think Zhaing needs a rest, he has been working very diligently. I personally will conduct this part of her questioning"

Tsu Ming has watched the hideous torture of her mother and pleads with Fan Wooh to stop the fiendish torture.  Her mother knows nothing.

"Tell us where your traitorous husband is!"

"I tell you I do not know his whereabouts. Neither do my sister or mother..  Please you must believe me."

"You lie!  I will continue the application of means to persuade one of you to give up this foolish loyalty to that pig.  All of you will suffer for your stubborn refusal.  Get on with it most illustrious daughter."

"With great pleasure father."

Peon has Zhaing remove the vicious leather mask from Mei Ling's face, then releases her hair, allowing her to nod her head forward for the first time in hours.  Mei Ling is still gasping and shuddering from her water torture ordeal. She hangs from the vile bamboo pole under her arms.  It burrows ever deeper, causing excruciating pain to her arms and shoulders.   

Please!  Oh Please! Stop this torment.  I do not have the information you ask for.  Please! Have mercy!"

"As my father says, You Lie!. 

Peony goes to one of the many large cabinets lining the walls of this hellish chamber.  Opening a large door she removes a black baton 3 feet long.  On one end two shiny prongs curve out like the horns of a goat.  The other end is an insulated handle  with a dial at the tip and a red button where ones thumb would rest.  She returns to Mei Ling and pointing it at her asks if she knows what it is.

Dumb struck Mei Ling shakes her head.

"The western barbarians call it a cattle prod.  It is used to shock cattle to get them to move as they want. I press this little button and a large charge of electricity passes between the prongs you see on the end.  By way of  illustration she depresses the button and a brilliant blue/white flame arcs between the prongs. I will touch very sensitive places on your body. It will send a surge of electricity into that place when I press the button.  I will continue doing it until you tell me what I want. I can keep on indefinitely. You will beg for the water treatment to be resumed.  Now!  Tell me what I want!"

"Please I beg you, don't do this.  I don't know the answer to your question.  If I did I would tell all, but I don't know!"

"You may bring an end to it at any time by telling me what I ask!"

"NOooooooo!  Please! NOooooooo! "

Peony touches the prod to Mei Ling's battered, tormented, and quivering belly but does not activate it.  She moves it down between her wide splayed thighs and inserts it between the plump lips.  Down the insides if her thighs.  She slides it up the side of her torso and over her neck behind the ear.  All the time prodding but she doesn't press the button.  Down into the valley between Mei Ling's lush bulging breasts, up and over the globes pausing over a nipple, grinning and smirking at Mei Ling as she flinches and jerks, knowing that at any moment the electricity may surge from the prongs to sear her flesh.

Peony lowers the point of the prod to Mei Ling"s navel. 

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTT!!!   a flash of blue/white crackles and 20,000 volts
of electricity leaps between the prongs.  She holds the button down, the voltage scouring a path across the vibrating flesh. 

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Peony holds the button as she drags the prongs across shuddering muscles as Mei Ling thrashes and convulses in the throes of the electricity, her body tense and staining against her bindings. Her muscles twitch and contract involuntarily in reaction to the electric charge. Finally Peony lifts her finger and draws the prod back.

Mei Ling continues to convulse and tremble.

Peony looks to Mei Ling, a raised eyebrow asking "WELL?"

"I do not know. I do not know!  Please!  No more.  Please."

Peony reaches out with the prod and touches under a breast, drawing a circle around it, up and across the curved mound to the large stiff pinnacle at it's crest.  The prongs either side of the large erect nipple.

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRR!!!!"

Mei Ling's breast seems to explode as the powerful charge blasts through the huge nipple and tears into the quaking flesh, convulsing and jumping as the nerves are seared, jolting and leaping as her entire body shudders and vibrates.  Her screams reverberate through Fan Wooh's den of pain and torture.  They go on and on, rising in pitch and intensity as Peony holds Mei Ling in unspeakable agony.

Tsu Ming screams in frustration to stop. 

"If she will not talk then YOU tell us what we want, or I will continue playing with your precious mother!"

"She doesn't know the answer to what you ask!"

"I will continue until one of you tells me."

"We DO NOT KNOW!!!"

Peony lowers the prod toward Mei Ling's splayed thighs.




To Be Continued.........................

PART 7

Peony maneuvers the prongs of the prod so they are bestride the pouting lips of Mei Ling's quivering pussy. 

"A last chance to tell us where the vermin is hiding!"

"Please I beg you, no more!  I do not know the answer you request."

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!"

Twisting the prod Peony slides the terrible metal prongs between the plump lips.

"Nooooooo!   I do not know!!!   I do not know!"

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIII !!!!!!"

The piercing jolts of electricity stab through the soft, yielding flesh of Mei Ling's most intimate place, one electrode touching her now swollen clitoris. The savage power tears through the tortured core, a wisp of smoke curls up as it seems to explode in a sheet of pain, like a knife slicing up into her heaving abdomen.  Mei Ling screams in excruciating agony, her body futilely convulsing and shuddering. 

Peony lays the prod aside and searches through her collection of toys.  She finds what she is looking for and turns to Tsu Ming.  Peony has taken over the torture of the three women.

Fan Wooh orders Zhaing to release Tsu Ming from her rigid bondage and instructs him how he wishes her bound for the depredations his sweet daughter intends for Tsu Ming. As the cruel straps binding her legs doubled under her are removed, the circulation, so long restricted returns and the muscles of her legs seize and cramp, twitching, pain flashes up and down her lush thighs.  Her arms shudder and quiver as they too are freed, the joints of her shoulders causing terrible jolts of piercing agony lancing through them.  Zhaing has to support her as he manhandles her between two steel columns under several chains dangling from overhead.  A heavy iron collar, with  rings welded at the sides, in front and back, is locked about her slender neck.  One of the chains is lowered and a hook on the end hooked into one of the side rings.  Zhaing cranks the chain upwards, twisting and stretching Tsu Ming's neck until she is lifted to her toes.  Steel cuffs are locked around her wrists and chains  extend from them to winches on the steel posts.  These are tightened, her arms stretched painfully out to either side. Her legs are not left unfettered either.  Cuffs around each ankle are fastened by chains to rings on the lower insides of the columns. Zhaing now turns the crank on the chain connected to the collar about her neck.  Tsu Ming is lifted further, the cruel iron cutting under her chin and the side of her neck, her head twisted to one side.  He continues raising her until her arms and legs are stretched taut.

Fan Wooh stands before her, looking into Tsu Ming's terrified eyes.  She is spread eagled, stretched tightly for whatever monstrous torture Peony contemplates.

"You look enchanting  foolish girl.  Why not abandon this ill advised loyalty to your pig of a husband. Tell me where he is hiding, while you and your family are suffering the consequences of his seditious actions."

"I cannot tell you what I do not know!  You must believe me!  None of us have any knowledge of any rebellious activities by him, nor where he may have gone!"

"I do not believe you!  You not only know where he has gone but you and your family here are part of the entire affair!  I will extract this information from one of you!  Number One daughter; see what you can do to convince this foolish person to reveal what she knows.  I wish to hear her scream!"

"Yes father.  You will soon hear the melodious strains of unspeakable agony issuing forth as I play with her.  You have taught me well."

Peony lifts the implement she had retrieved from her collection of instruments.  It appears to be a small cordless drill with a pistol like handle, however it has a more devious use.  It has no means to hold a drill but has a long screwdriver like rod protruding from the business end.  The end has a silvery-gray tint to it.  She holds it up in front of Tsu Ming's face and squeezes the trigger.  A small red LED illuminates and in a very few moments a curl of smoke rises from the tip.  Tsu Ming's eyes  widen and bulge from her face as she realizes what Peony holds, a cordless soldering iron.  Keeping her finger on the trigger Peony moves the tip close to Tsu Ming's face, twisted sideways as it is,  tracing a path near her nose, across her cheek and down the side of her neck keeping the smoldering point scant millimeters from her cringing flesh.  Down over the swelling mounds of her voluptuous breasts, circling the stiff nipples, downward, skimming so close to the ribs standing in sharp relief on Tsu Ming's taut torso.  Around the mound at the jointure of her widely spread thighs. 

"Where first? Hmmmm?  Where shall I burn you first little one?  That is what I'm going to do you know.  I'm going to burn and sear your flawless ivory flesh with the glowing, smoking end of this instrument.   I will trace paths over your body.  Wherever I feel it will bring the most pain.  You will shriek and scream, begging for me to stop.  The only way to stop the terrible pain will be to tell my father what he wishes.  Do you wish to save yourself this tremendous pain?"

"I beg you, please have mercy.  I do not know where my husband is. If I did I would tell you, but, I do not know!!"

"Foolish girl you lie!  Now my little friend here is going to show you how foolish."

"Nooo,,,   Nooo!!  I'll do anything you want, but I cannot tell you what I do not know!!!"

Fan Wooh smiles in pitiless satisfaction and nods to his demonic offspring.

Peony glides around the lovely figure before her, stopping at her back.  Tsu Ming tries to follow her with her eyes but she hangs suspended by the brutal collar about her neck, her head twisted to one side.  She hears Peony stop behind her, her body tenses, will Peony sear the iron into her someplace back there?  But of course!

Peony lightly touches a fleeting brush of the shimmering point of the iron at the very top of Tsu Ming's spine.  Tsu Ming jerks away as best she can.  Peony giggles as her victim quivers in terror, the muscles of her back twitching in anticipation of the next touch.

"My, my, a bit tense are we?"

"Please nooo!  Pleasseee!  Noooooooo!!!"

A wolfish smirk on her face Peony places the tip of the hot iron to the exact spot she just left.  This time maintaining contact with the smooth ivory flesh.  Tsu Ming stiffens, every muscle in her body straining, trembling.

"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

Peony keeps the iron against the valley between the shoulder blades, carefully, slowly drawing it downward.  Slowly, slowly till the smoking point reaches the cleft of Tsu Ming's bottom globes.  Her howl of agony rings from the walls and ceiling of the torture chamber, her body bent in a taut bow in an effort to pull away from the ferocious, burning point, the cruel collar biting into her twisted neck.  The scream trails to a wailing moan of agony. Peony touches the top of a shoulder, drawing a path of searing pain down and across the outraged muscles of Tsu Ming's back, ending on the opposite hip from the shoulder.  The shrieks of excruciating agony cascade from Tsu Ming's wide stretched mouth. Now the same on the opposite side. The screams quaver and rise.  Peony walks around in front of her prey, smiling.

"Are we having a good time my little one?"

"No More!  No More!  Please have mercy!  No more!!!"

"Why of course!  Talk!"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!!  I DON'T KNOW!!!  Please stop!  No more!!"

Peony steps close and looks into the wildly terrified eyes darting about, looking for respite, mercy, anything to stop the unending pain.

"I think I shall strip the skin from these stiff nubbins here."

She flicks a nipple with her free hand.  Tsu Ming twists and tries to shake her head, her eyes bulging in terror as she looks down at her taut breasts with their pointed peaks.

"Noooooooooooo!!!"

Peony smiles, nodding her head and lifts one sumptuous mound in her hand.

"Ohh YESSSSSSS!"

Peony touches the point to the edge of the aureole and slowly drags the scorching tip across to the upstanding nipple, up over the erect point, down and the rest of the way across the aureole.  A shriek so loud and shrill Zhaing, used to much screaming, covers his ears.  Peony is delighted, she touches the tip to a spot next to where she has just stripped the skin from the shuddering breast.  Another horrific howl of agony bursts forth from Tsu Ming.  Peony slowly and meticulously works her way around the shuddering point, flaying the skin from the nipple, now shiny and weeping where the skin was been stripped away.  The screams pause only long enough for Tsu Ming to gasp air into her lungs and scream again.  The piercing, stabbing pain seems to drive into her body to her very core. She shakes and shudders,  futilely struggling to deal with the outrageous pain.  It bores into her brain, surely pain such as this has never been endured by a human before. If only the savage collar would sever her head and end the torment.

Peony is obviously enjoying herself immensely as she finishes striping the last of the skin from the nipple.  Letting the once beautiful, full breast slide from her hand,  she reaches to and cradles it's twin.  Tsu Ming wriggles her head, screaming, "NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!"
Peony's face is a mask of pure unadulterated delight as she prepares to flay the twin of the swollen nipple she has already burned. She places the tip to the nipple.

"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!"

It takes Peony 20 minutes to strip the skin from the large nubbin.   Tsu Ming's shrieks go on and on.  Her body is one great shuddering, quaking, piece of tortured flesh.  Muscles spasm and convulse, sinews strained to the breaking point as Peony plays her hideous game.  She steps back to admire her work, smiling evilly.  She looks to Fan Wooh who nods his head and smiles approvingly. 

"You do well my daughter.  Please go on with your very talented demonstration."

"It will be a great pleasure father.  Let me move on to even more engaging diversions."





To Be Continued.............................

PART 8


"Are you ready to speak to me my foolish child?  I intend to continue this  game with my hot toy indefinitely you know."

"I do not know the information you want. Please I beg you stop!  The pain!  I can't take anymore."

"I know, it hurts so, but as long as you refuse to reveal where your treacherous pig of a husband has gone it will continue. I have many more methods to use when I tire of using this."

"Mercy!  I beg you!  I do not know. I'll do anything!  If I knew where he was I would tell you and end this.  I DO NOT KNOW!!!"

"You leave me not choice.  Prepare yourself.  It is going to get worse, much worse"

Peony depressed the trigger on the iron.  Quickly the tip started smoking, the terrible point glowing a dull, then shimmering orange.  She touched the tip to Tsu Ming's taut ribcage just under a breast.  A hiss and a curl of smoke from burning flesh rose as she held it motionless a few seconds, then slowly drew the searing point across and down the center of Tsu Ming's quivering torso, circling her navel, across under the ribs and up again over the ridges where the muscles were stretched tight over the curved bones beneath.  A piercing shriek of agony was flung from her mouth, bouncing from the walls and circling the terrible room.  Peony continued drawing designs over the surface of her taut stomach, each touch and movement eliciting a escalating wail of screams and howls of untold agony. 

Peony  paused and watched the convulsing, shuddering muscles and flesh as Tsu Ming, hanging by the monstrous iron collar with her arms and legs spread wide thrashed and shook in agony. A malevolent smile enveloped Peony's exquisite face.

Tsu Ming's body shuddered and quaked, her breasts burning with fire, her flayed nipples raw and weeping.  Tsu Ming whimpered and begged, pleading for mercy.

Fan Wooh stepped close to the savagely tormented girl,

"Talk you stupid girl or the pain will get worse, your little sister will again be a source of entertainment for me, all because none of you will tell me what I wish to know!"

"We do not know the answer you demand sir. We do not know!"

"Very well then. Zhaing see what you can do to loosen the tongue of the young one over there."

Eager to get back into the torture of these beauteous women, Zhaing hustles to Su Wei still slowly swinging to and fro at the end of the ropes about her breasts, now a deep dark, almost black purple.  She moans and wails continually, sure her breasts will be torn from her at any moment.

Zhaing removes the weights hanging from her feet, then grasps an ankle,  Su Wei sobs in agony as he doubles it back under her and straps the ankle up under her thigh.  Enjoying her cries he does the same with the other ankle. Su Wei now appears to be kneeling on empty air. Zhaing lowers her till her knees brush the chamber floor but before any of the weight is relieved he raises her an inch or two clear of the floor.

Going to the wall he picks through the whips, flails and scourges till he finds what he wants.  A thin bamboo cane.  Returning to Su Wei he swishes it back and forth a few  times then taps each breast, bringing cries of anguish from the young victim.  Continuing the tapping of the bulging globes of breast flesh, each tap a bit more forceful.  The blows do not just sting, they bore deeply into the swollen flesh, cutting like a blade into the sensitized mounds bulging like two large balloons.  Su Wei screams in pain as the tapping sears into her flesh. 

Stepping back and a bit to one side Zhaing draws his arm across his body and with a wicked backhanded stroke, using his considerable strength, smashes the thin cane across both breasts.  If her breasts were unbound the shaft  would have disappeared into the normally soft resilient breast flesh, but bound tightly as they were they were two globes of taught, engorged muscle.  The fierce some weapon cut into the hard engorged flesh. A shriek of awesome agony burst from Su Wei's mouth, blood sprayed from the terrible wound in her breasts.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!

Zhaing dealt another fearsome blow from the other side, cutting across both grotesquely swollen nipples cutting them horribly.

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

Zhaing continued belaboring Su Wei's twisting body, working his way from the tortured breasts,  across her tautly stretched torso, cutting the insides of her thighs and the tender bulge of her crotch.

The howls of unearthly agony beat on everyone's ear drums and bounded from the walls as she vented her agonizing despair at the vicious beating being administered by her tormentor. Zhaing continued the unremitting flogging, her screams now a constant wail of terror and agony.

Zhaing lowers two chains from overhead and fastens the hooks on the ends around the ends of the rod laced between her arms and back.  Slowly he raises the chains and the weight of her body is gradually transferred from her tits.  Next he carefully unwinds the fastenings bound around the bases of her breasts  Blood rushes into the swollen globes of her now freed breasts.  In a few moments the returning circulation causes pain of unbelievable proportions, eclipsing the horrific agony of her suspension by her massive breasts.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!

The searing pain shoots thru the lacerated and bleeding mounds as Su Wei tosses her head side to  side in excruciating agony.  Her breath comes in heaving gasps between screams.

"In heavens name Tsu Ming tell him what he wishes to know."

"Forgive me little sister but I tell the truth when I say I do not know.  If it were in my power to stop this torment I would."

Zhaing rolled another of his playthings over to Su Wei, positioning it between her spread thighs.  It was a slender ivory post standing 2ft tall.  The top end was shaped like a male organ in full erection, the head large and bulbous.  It was some two inches in diameter at the head but rapidly tapering out below that.  A lever on the  side actuated a ratchet so the entire affair could be raised or lowered. Zhaing reached to a tub of lard on the table and scooping up a good handful smeared it over the head  and upper shaft of the ivory phallus.  Turning the  winch connected to the overhead chains Zhaing lowered Su Wei till the head of the device nestled at the entrance to her most private grotto.  Using his fingers Zhaing parted the lips of her treasure allowing the smooth knob to slip inside.  He, uncharacteristically, gently massaged the plump lips of Su Wei's opened pussy and his fat fingers spread the lubricant in the valley around the intricately carved shaft, working up to the hooded center of her femininity, nudging back the covering and softly titillating the bud of her clitoris, brining it to life as it reddened and swelled.  In spite of the inhuman tortures she had undergone, to her horror  she felt herself stimulated and her of own natural juices began to flow, further lubricating the ivory invader.  Once he felt her responding, he reached down to the side of the device and moved the handle up and down, it operated like a lifting jack and the knarled column rose up sliding into her most sensitive tunnel, the shaft growing thicker as it rose.   Further and further it penetrated her, finally bumping her cervix, spreading it open, clearing the path to her womb which it soon penetrated.  She  felt as if she were splitting in two, the now fat pole more than 3 inches in diameter, stretching her orifice.

"I'm going to ask you again where your husband is.  Each time you refuse, Zhaing will raise the instrument one notch.  It  will push further and further into your sisters gap.  Eventually it will burst through her inner space.  It's rounded end will not pierce vital organs but will shunt them aside as it rises inside her.  Through and around the loops of her intestines, pushing aside her stomach, rising between her lungs, slipping by alongside her so  vital heart, finally penetrating her esophagus, sliding up her throat and will then protrude from her mouth.  All this will occur as she lives and feels the slithering shaft sliding through her body.  She will experience pain beyond comprehension.  She will not be granted the escape of death but will suffer in untold agony for days. And YOU will watch as she writhes and squirms, impaled and trying to scream.  Your mother will be next.  I have another treat in store for her which you will watch as she slowly expires under my diabolical tortures."

"By the names of my ancestors I beg you stop!  I do not know the answer you seek!  Have mercy, I beg you, please have mercy!"

Fan Wooh turns to Zhaing and nods his head.    Click!

Fan Wooh turns back to Tsu Ming a satanically leer on hiss face.

"Speak, before irreparable harm comes to your little sister."

"I cannot!  I DO NOT KNOW!!!!"

Fan Wooh nods again.  Click.  Su Wei squirms and tries to pull herself up, a groan escaping from her lips.

"Hmmmmm?"

"STOP!!!!!  I DON"T KNOWWWWW!"

"Continue Zhaing. Each time she refuses, give our little lotus blossom a bit more stimulation."

Click!!!  A whimper and moan from Su Wei.

"Stop!  It hurts!  Stop!"

"My dear?"

"I DON"T KNOWWW!!!!! Stop!  I'll do whatever you wish just STOP! But I don't know where my husband is.  You must believe me.  Please STOP!"

"You lie! Watch as Zhaing raises your sisters artificial lover, as it pushes it's way through her body, she will experience something only a few unfortunates have endured, pain beyond imagination."

Click!  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!

Su Wei writhes and squirms as the monstrous shaft slowly worms it's fiendish way through her inner body.  Her howls and screams of unearthly agony bounce from the walls of the chamber of terror and pain. She begs and pleads for death but Fan Wooh tells her only her beloved sister can stop the pain.  Tsu Ming begs and weeps for the outrageous torment to cease.  No matter  what they do she cannot reveal what she doesn't know.  Click.
Su Wei vents her agony in explosive screams and shrieks as the fiendish shaft works it's way upward. They are utterly helpless in the hands of possibly the most fiendish torturer of all time.  Click! 

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sue Wei's scream dies to a gurgle as the bloodied tip of the hellish machine begins to emerge from her wide stretched mouth, blood and spittle foaming out around the hideous head to dribble and drool down her chin, flowing between her once beautiful but now odiously scared breasts, She continues to writhe and struggle, gasping for air around the shaft of the impaling device.  Her pitiable wails of agony gurgle from her lips, her head perpetually bent back the head of the machine protruding grotesquely from her mouth.  She will indeed live for a considerable length of time in unspeakable agony as her mother and sister look on  helplessly . 

"Still stubborn hmmm?  So we will move on to  your whore of a mother and see what you have to say as I personally display my knowledge of persuasion. Her screams will be a sweet accompaniment to your sisters agonized moans and screams as she slowly dies.

PART 9


Zhaing turns to Mei Ling where she hangs.  He lowers her and removes her bindings.  She is so weak and exhausted from her ordeal she cannot stand.....  Zhaing twists his fingers in her hair and drags her across the floor, dropping her between two posts which rise up from the floor about two feet.  He spreads her legs and secures them to the posts by short chains, using the iron shackles already around her ankles. 

Retrieving the mouth hook he had employed earlier, he places it into her mouth and draws the strap tight.   Her mouth again takes on  the distorted, previous twisted appearance, lips drawn back over her teeth. 

Peony hands him a head cage. Zhaing places it over Mei Ling's head and locks it in place.  One band fits snugly around her neck, another across the bridge of her nose , a third across her forehead. The vertical bands fit closely to the sides of her head, curving up to join at the top in a heavy ring.  Zhaing pulls down a chain from overhead and hooks it into the ring. 

There is a nose hook inside the cage and Zhaing inserts it into her nostrils, pulling it tight and tying it off to the back of the cage.  Mei Ling's face is once more wrenched into a hideous mask by the vicious hooks in nose and mouth.

Peony  turns a crank by the wall and the chain rises pulling Mei Ling upright.  Zhaing twists her arms behind her, strapping her wrists together, elbows touching.  Mei Ling wails as her arms are twisted back, surely this time they will be wrenched from their sockets.  Peony again turns the crank on the wall.

Mei Ling is lifted by the cage imprisoning her head, the band around her throat bites cruelly into her neck  under her chin. She moans and attempts to twist, it feels as if her head is being torn from her body. 

When her feet are even with the tops of the posts Peony halts.  Zhaing unfastens the short chains on her ankles and links
them directly to the tops of the posts.  Peony now lowers Mei Ling. As she drops lower and lower her feet spread further and further her legs pulled sideways.  The strain on her hips is tremendous as her feet rise higher and higher till her legs extend outward at 90 degrees to her body. 

Zhaing turns to Tsu Ming.

"Unless you tell me the truth about your husband, Zhaing will lower your mother until her legs are wrenched from her hip sockets, muscles and tendons will tear asunder.  The pain will be insufferable, she will believe red hot irons have been forced into the sockets. The muscles will be sundered from their moorings, rupturing and shredding. She will be a cripple, unable to even walk.

While this is happening Zhaing will find additional  ways to keep me amused as he rends her body in pieces.  It will not be pleasant. The screams of excruciating agony will bounce from the walls.  She will shriek and beg for release.   Only you can stop it.  Now Tell me!"

"Please, you must believe me! I do not know where my husband is! "

"So be it foolish girl!  Zhaing, please continue!"

Peony has handed Zhaing one of his favorite whips, a one inch wide lather strap 5 ft long.  He raises his arm and lashes out with all his might.  The leather whistles through the air slashing  full across Mei Ling's breasts, cutting just below the nipples, an angry red weal rising where it has cut. Another horrific blow slashes on the under side of those beauteous globes.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

We leave  this unfortunate family to your imagination and travel to an earlier time, the turn of the century and the Boxer rebellion. We may return at some other time.

The Americans, the British and the rest of the international cabal who had defeated the abortive Chinese attempt to expel them  dealt very harshly with the defeated Chinese.

Severe and heinous restrictions and penalties had been imposed and while defeated, the Chinese were still quite rebellious against the rules and circumvented them at every turn.  The consequence was swift and terrible retribution  by the foreigners. They made considerable use of the Chinese own countrymen to accomplish this 

The Chinese had always been noted for their ingenious and terrible methods of extracting information and confessions.  The Inquisition of the Catholic Church paled in comparison.
 
Sing Foo and his ancestors had employed for centuries as the finest and cruelest torturers in a land which celebrated refined and barbarous torture.  They were particularly admired for some of the ingenious and terrible methods employed on female subjects.

One Lan Tei was the beautiful wife of Jan Wang,  one of the most notorious and influential merchants of Peiping. She also was  the mother of a son.  Fan Wooh! Wang being his father. Fan Wooh was not in Peiping at the time of the incident related here.

Wang was know as a devious and unscrupulous bargainer, using any means at his command to achieve his ends, the amassing of huge sums of money and valuable ancient Chinese treasures.  He was a very large thorn in the side of those who now controlled the international comings and goings of everything moving into, out of and within China.

It was the desire of these defacto rulers to bring to heel any and all traffickers of all commodities and aspects of Chinese life. As stated he was a thorn in their side and must be brought to heel.  The Chinese had nothing to say in governing their own country. It was in fact run by the cabal of the victorious.

To solve the problem with Wang they could easily  arrange to have him suffer an unfortunate "accident", but it was decided it better to deal with him in a more moderate fashion, to turn him to do their bidding. Better to deal so with him and have him doing as they dictated ,a mere puppet, than dealing with  the alternative scoundrels, who were even more venal and corrupt if that were possible.  They would be dealt with in other ways eventually. 

They had found however that Wang had devised very intricate methods of hoodwinking them of much in the way of goods and money.  However angry they were with him they did not wish to depose him, just change his "attitude".  It was determined the best way to do this was through his lovely wife...   They would persuade him to reveal what he was doing and give them the lions share.  The plan was, they would force him to observe as the renowned interrogator and persuader Sing Foo displayed his wondrous methods of inflicting the most savage and barbarous methods of persuasion upon his wife.   

Lan Tei was indeed a beautiful  woman.  Tiny by western standards she was the epitome of beauty and grace. Barely 5 ft in height, she weighted a mere 90 pounds.  Her elegantly formed legs were of exquisite proportions, her skin the hue of fine ivory and just as smooth.  Her face was flawless with coal black eyes and high cheek bones, all framed by her jet black hair which hung in a cascade down her back nearly to her finely formed bubble of a derriere. What many considered her most outstanding attribute however where her fine, voluptuous breasts., unusually large in one of her race.

Plans were laid and Jan Wang  and his lovely wife were invited to a grand soiree in celebration of some invented occasion in honor of Wang. As the evening wound down and guests began to depart, Wang and his beautiful wife were simply not allowed to depart. As the rest of the guests made their way out and to their places of residence, Wang and Lan Tei were asked to remain a short time for a special treat for just he and his wife. Wang had no idea what was  about to occur....

They were led to a another part of the splendid residency of the "group" as they had become known.  They were not however taken to the sumptuous surroundings they expected but were led instead down to the lower levels of the splendid edifice.  The lower they traversed the more wary Wang became.

At last they were ushered into a large utilitarian furnished room.  They were set down and the conditions laid out to him.   He would reveal his machinations of commerce and share the majority of the lucrative profits with them, the "real" rulers of China now.

Wang was infuriated and demanded they let them leave, that he would give them nothing. It was pointed out to him that in actuality he could be eliminated at their whim if they chose, and he was really powerless to prevent it.  They merely wanted to know how he operated and who his contacts were..  Wang told them they could go to the Chinese equivalent of Hell.  The bargaining went on for some time to no avail.  It was pointed out to Wang that there were other means to persuade him to change his mind but he was immoveable. 

"Perhaps you will reconsider after we  discuss the situation in another fashion."

One of the aides left the room and returned a few moments later accompanied by a Chinese in the elaborate robes of a Mandarin.  Wang took one look,  paled and sat down.  There was no need to introduce SingFoo. nor explain his part in the  "negotiations".

Sing Foo bowed and spoke calmly to Wang.

"Most honored friend. I am here to attempt in arranging some sort of settlement of the matter in question.  Am I correct in stating you decline to make  the requested information available to my friends here?"

Wang had recovered enough to think it was all a bluff and that they had no leverage to force him to accede to the arrangement. Surely they would not resort to torturing him.

He was deeply indebted to a large number of people and the consequences of cutting them out would be disastrous for him.

"I do indeed and there is nothing that will change my mind."

SingFoo looked hungrily at Lan Tei, eyeing her generous bosom and licking his lips.

"Oh I can think of a great many things that might change your thinking."

"You can do nothing!  I refuse and demand you let us be on our way."

"I'm afraid that is no longer possible most honored guest."

"That's insane!  Let us go or I will make this known to persons higher than you who are my friends."

"Quite the contrary I'm afraid.  You see those of whom you speak are in total agreement with my employers. In addition I might remind you that there "are" none higher than we. Acquiesce or prepare to suffer the consequences."

Wang called upon all his ancestors to curse and destroy them.

"I will not under any circumstances give you what it is you want."

"Very well then.  Escort our guests to their quarters."

"Release my wife then.  She has no knowledge of any of this. She is useless to you."

"Ah! I beg to differ most esteemed friend.  I think she is the most important person in this negotiation."

"Where are you taking us?  Release my wife."

Sing Foo merely grinned and nodded.

"We are going to my private accommodations. You are to be special guests of mine." 

A group of grim, unkempt men entered and forcibly manacled both Wang and  Lan Tei.  They were hustled from the chambers of the governing clique.

Gagged and with black hoods over their heads Wang and his daughter were thrust into a waiting carriage and it clattered off. 

It was but a short trip to the forbidding fortress like pagoda of the fearsome Sing Foo. On arriving they were roughly thrust into the stone edifice and hustled down flights of stone stairs to the bowels of this forbidding place. 

Moisture trickled down the rough stone walls of the passageways, dimly lit by torches.  They passed numerous small cells set into the stone, the passageway sides of them consisted of heavy iron bars. Some were occupied by poor wretches who had unwisely provoked the displeasure of Sing Foo or one of his friends. All were cruelly chained either to one of the cell walls or hung by chains from the ceiling.

Lan Tei, her eyes huge and darting frantically about, struggled futilely against her captors. 

"What are you doing?  You cannot do this to me. My husband is a very influential man in Peiping.  Release me or he will have his friends punish you..."

Sing Foo bowed to Lan Tei.

"Forgive this unfortunate incident miss.   It is your stubborn husband who is to blame.  He need merely accede to my employers requests and you will be set free,  As long as he refuses to cooperate however I fear you must remain my guest."

Sing Foo opens a cell door and turns to two jailers, directing them to place her in the cell and restrain her suitably.  

"And remove her clothing."

Wang curses at them and screams they dare not do such a thing to his wife...

"Here in my domain, I do as I see fit.  Strip the wench!"

Lan Tei screamed and fought against them but she was no match for the burly jailers.  It took but a few moments of ripping and tearing and Lan Tei's once beautiful robes were in  tatters on the floor of the dank cell.

Iron fetters were clamped around her wrists, joined by a short chain..  They forced her to the rear wall of the small cell and raised her hands above her head hooking them to a ring high on the wall.  She was able to stand but not sit.

The bared door slammed shut and Wang was shoved along the passage.  He too was locked into a dank cell, but it was made sure it was far enough away from Lan Tei's that they could not communicate, but he was quite able to hear her cries and her begging to be released. 

Lan Tei must endure alone with no one to communicate with.Her only accompaniment was the distant screaming coming from someplace in this dungeon.

Days passed.  Wang cursed and screamed at the guards as they brought what was supposedly food but in reality was no more than slop.

Wang had been stripped of his clothing the same as Lan Tei.  He was chained by way of an iron shackle on one ankle.

Lan Tei hung by her wrists from the large ring imbedded high on the rear wall of the cell.  Since she could neither sit nor lie down she had been unable to take even the meager nourishment of the inedible food which was left in a shallow bowl each morning.  Her only water came from a surly guard twice a day.  Her repeated questions of why they were being detained and what they wanted of "her" went unanswered.

Her constant companion were the screams and shrieks coming from she knew not where.  The screams of beings in horrific agony someplace nearby 

Finally after nearly a week of her ordeal, minions of Sing Foo entered her cell and released her hands.  Lan Tei collapsed to the floor in a heap.  A bowl overflowing with savory foods was set in front of her, along with a flask of water.  "EAT" she was told and they left her.  Lan Tei fell upon the food and  water devouring it in short order.  She was allowed to languish another day in her dank filthy cell, albeit with an abundance of food and  water.  It took little time for her to regain the strength she had lost while hanging in her cell.

Another day and there was a noisy commotion in the passage.  The guards had come for Jan  Wang and he was being forcibly propelled down the passage, cursing and threatening.  As they came to Lan Tei's cubicle he screamed at them demanding to know what they had done to her.  While now reasonably fed, she showed the signs of her bondage and she was filthy with caked on dirt and filth, her hair hanging in scraggly strings.  They did not allow him to tarry and he disappeared around a corner in the passage. 

He was thrust through a large doorway  into a huge room.  Many torches flickered from baskets on the walls casting a yellowish glow to the chamber...  Wang looked about taking in the numerous devices and implements.  His blood ran cold as he eyed them.  They obviously were meant for one purpose.  To inflict terrible pain upon defenseless individuals.

Sing Foo sat in a very large, ornate chair to one side.

"Ahh my friend Jan Wang.   And how are you today?  I hope you have been enjoying my fine hospitality."

"You cretin!  I have been been kept chained to the wall of a filthy cell, kept naked and fed such garbage unfit for pigs, and my wife treated even harsher.  You will release us at once do you hear?"

"Oh I hear you my poor misguided friend but both you and  your lovely wife will remain as my guests until you cooperate with my friends."

"Never!  You may do as you wish.  I will never yield to those demands."

"We shall see.  Secure him!"

The guards dragged Wang to a large, crude wooden chair.  They forced him to sit and secured him in it by means of stout iron bands. One around each arm to hold it firmly to the arm of the chair, one  across each leg just above the knee held each leg to the seat..An iron greave bolted to the crosspiece high on the back of the chair was swung over to surround his neck and fastened like a hasp at the  other side of his neck, other iron bands held his lower legs to the legs of the chair.  Wang could do little but struggle against them. 

"You son of a pig!  Let me go!"

Sing Foo ignored him and made a motion with one had to the guards.

"Bring his fair young wife to our little party."



To Be Continued..................................