Adapted from the South Vietnam Women's Prison Observations (Wife and Mature Adult Novel)

That was in the late 1960s. I had just graduated from Harvard University's Department of Journalism and entered the newspaper industry. I was still a young man in my twenties, full of longing and confusion about the unpredictable future, full of anticipation and fear for the upcoming challenges, just like most American youths who had just entered society at that time. Perhaps people are confused by the rapid pace of social development, or perhaps this unprecedented speed makes some people feel panic and emptiness, and a SM craze has unknowingly emerged in American universities. There are more and more articles about sexual sadism and sexual fantasies in newspapers, many girls are keen to try it with their boyfriends, and even the famous CIA training camps have included resisting enemy sexual abuse in the formal training curriculum.

The dull and mechanical life soon bored me. The desire for a new life made me give up this well-paid position and choose a new profession which was mysterious to me - a soldier. After all, military service is an obligation that American youth must fulfill, so it was natural for me to become a member of the U.S. Army. I had long heard that women's prisons in Vietnam were mysterious places, and the press often described in vivid detail the torture used by Vietnamese police on female prisoners. But when I interviewed the authors of those articles, most of them admitted that the content of the articles was not based on their own eyes. My strong curiosity and a single man's sexual fantasies about women enabled me to secure a spot as a military reporter and to follow the rotating troops to that mysterious land.

At that time, there was turmoil there. The troops led by General Nguyen Van Thieu had just overthrown the regime of General Ngo Thanh Diem.
Even Saigon was in chaos. There was no social order at all. The army had taken over almost everything.
It was even more corrupt than the old regime, and money could buy everything. So I took advantage of this opportunity and, through a powerful Vietnamese friend my father had made through his long-term business there, used a pseudonym and a fake identity. After many twists and turns, I finally got permission from the authorities to enter Zhihe Prison, which held the largest number of female prisoners at the time. I witnessed with my own eyes how the Vietnamese police tortured female political prisoners.

Due to historical reasons, there are three prisons in Saigon (now Ho Chi Minh City) alone, one of which is full of female prisoners. The prison was first built during the French colonial rule and could hold about one hundred prisoners. It was rapidly expanded during the Japanese occupation, and at its peak it held more than two thousand prisoners. Based on the roster provided by the warden, I learned that there were a total of 973 female prisoners detained at the time. The oldest among them is 57 years old.
The youngest was only 14 years old. Most of them were female guerrillas and members of underground resistance organizations, which they called Vietcong.
A small number are also families of officials from the former regime.

Under the careful arrangement of that Vietnamese friend, I visited three interrogations in total, on the condition that I would not publish what I saw in the newspapers. I kept my promise for a long time afterwards. Now that so many years have passed, that beautiful country is no longer our ally, and my Vietnamese friend has passed away. Therefore, I am sharing the true situation I saw at that time to warn all kind-hearted people on this planet.
What exactly did dictatorship and military oligarchy bring to them? It is also a time to repent for the women who died under the torture of their compatriots.

The first female prisoner I saw them interrogate was named Nguyen Thi Van. This was a Vietnamese woman who looked to be in her thirties, dressed in typical Vietnamese housewife attire. According to archive records, she was 41 years old at the time. She ran a small grocery store at the Bien Hoa Air Force Base as a cover, but in fact it was a secret communication station for the Vietcong underground organization.
When the Vietnamese police arrested her there, they also found a radio station and some weapons and ammunition in her store, so she was listed as a key target for breakthrough. Colonel Li, who presided over the interrogation, was a violent guy. By watching his interrogation, I began to believe that the rumors about the Vietnamese secret police's brutality towards women were not rumors.

It was not known whether Colonel Li had encountered any personal problems on the day of the interrogation, or whether this was his routine when interrogating female prisoners. In any case, he only questioned Nguyen Thi Yun for less than five minutes before taking her to the interrogation room. There were no legal procedures familiar to the Western world, no lawyers, only a few strong Vietnamese policemen. They first stared at their prey silently, and then tore off her robe without saying a word. This is the most common type of clothing worn by women in that subtropical country. It is collarless, sleeveless and tight-fitting. And because of the poverty, except for a very small number of upper-class women who wear bras, most women have nothing underneath.

She struggled with her face flushed, swearing in a language I couldn't understand, and tried her best to cover her exposed breasts with her palms. Two Vietnamese policemen fixed her to a cross-shaped wooden frame with expressionless faces, and then tied her wrists tightly with ropes. A Vietnamese policeman lifted her clothes to the sides as far as possible, exposing the outline of her breasts. This was the first time I saw a naked upper body of a woman. Compared to Western women, her breasts were not very big. It might be because of breastfeeding that her breasts were not that plump, but her skin was very smooth.
It can even be said to be very delicate.

"Tell me! Who is your contact?" Colonel Li first grabbed her two nipples and rubbed them, then twisted them hard. Ruan Shiyun closed her eyes tightly, neither shouting nor humming, but just frowned occasionally. “You won’t tell me?
I'll let you tell! "He waved his hand, and three shirtless men came up to him, unbuckling their belts.
Wearing only a pair of military shorts, they took turns whipping her breasts with the belts in their hands. Crackling - snapping - snapping - with the rhythmic sound, red and purple stripes appeared on the white breasts.

Vietnamese women are among the most tenacious I have ever met. Their ability to endure suffering is unparalleled. She never said a word during the nearly twenty minutes of beating, even though I noticed that every time the belt hit her breasts, the veins on both sides of her neck bulged and the flesh on her chest and ribs twitched in pain. Perhaps deep in people's hearts there is something sinful besides kindness and sympathy. Perhaps this is why God sent Jesus to the world. The visual stimulation made me feel as if a fire was running through my body. Brutality gradually devoured my conscience. A sense of pleasure that I was too embarrassed to speak of made me not want the torture to end immediately, even though my reason told me that those tortures were extremely inhumane. Colonel Li must have seen through the thoughts of a young and inexperienced boy like me. He ordered the three thugs who were in high spirits to stop whipping me temporarily and took my hand to walk to Nguyen Thi Van who was being punished.

This was the first time I had admired a woman's breasts at such a close distance, and the breasts of an exotic woman who believed in Eastern civilization and was full of mystery. It can be seen that when she was young, Ruan Thi Yun must have been a very beautiful woman. Although she is now middle-aged, her breasts still have charm, but the passage of time has made them lose their former firmness. Colonel Pear scooped a bucket of water from the bucket and poured it on her chest, causing her body to shudder, then lifted her chin and forced her to raise her head which had been lowered.

"Your tits are still pretty hard, old bitch. It's okay. I have plenty of ways to soften them!"
She glared at us unyieldingly, her eyes full of hatred. That look is still clearly imprinted in my memory.
A strong man took the bamboo sticks stuck in the bamboo bucket on the interrogation table and distributed them to other thugs. Nguyen Thi Yun's body began to tremble. It was obvious that she knew the use of these things. Vietnam is a subtropical country rich in bamboo. Bamboo has various uses there. Even most of their houses are built with bamboo. Unexpectedly, bamboo has the function of being a torture instrument used by Vietnamese police to subdue female prisoners.

The three big men began to take turns scratching her ribs with bamboo sticks, and then rubbed a handful of salt on them. Ruan Shiyun, who had been silent just now, suddenly gritted her teeth in pain, and occasionally let out an uncontrollable cry or two.

"How does this castration taste? Still not willing to give in, old bitch?"

"No!" She uttered the word through gritted teeth.

"Change her taste!" The executioner pinched Ruan Shiyun's breasts and viciously poked her erect nipples with a sharp bamboo stick. Those thugs must have often used this kind of torture on female prisoners. The bamboo sticks were skillfully inserted into the depression between the erect nipples little by little, and they were shaken left to right as if drilling a hole. The naked body of the woman tied to the rack began to twist as the bamboo sticks penetrated deeper, and then it turned into violent shaking. Her body was wet, and it was hard to tell whether it was sweat or water. Her lips were wide open and trembling as she let out one scream after another.

"Bring the other two girls here and let them see it first, so I don't have to talk anymore!" Colonel Li ordered. This is what we agreed to do in advance. We will watch the trial of three female prisoners tonight. A few minutes later,
Two other female prisoners were brought in. One of them is Pan Wenjin, a 21-year-old girl. According to the records at the time of her arrest, she was a guerrilla intelligence agent, and her public identity was a nurse at a church hospital in Saigon. The other one was named Li Shihui, a girl of only 17 years old, still in high school. She was a backbone of the legendary Vietcong Anti-Traitor Team. It was said that she had killed two officials of the Vietnamese local government. But from her frail body and beautiful face, it was hard to tell that she was capable of doing such a thing.

"You two watch, if you don't confess, I'll use this on you, too, especially you, my little beauty.
The little buds in your breasts haven't burst out yet. Do you want to taste the bamboo shoots picked with bamboo skewers? These gentlemen are already impatiently waiting! "Colonel Li said with ill intention to the little girl named Li Shihui. The two young girls hugged each other tightly and hid in the corner, trembling. It was obvious that they, like me, had not expected such a scene. Colonel Pear seemed to be indifferent to all this. He did not stop his subordinates' performance, but took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and smoked it leisurely.

Bamboo sticks were nailed to both nipples, and the thugs began to repeat the same performance on her dark brown areola. One, two, three, several bamboo sticks were inserted into Ruan Shiyun's nipples and areolas. The thugs would occasionally use the remaining bamboo sticks in their hands to hit the exposed parts. She began to scream intermittently, which soon turned into a continuous scream. After a while, the shrill screams were replaced by hoarse howls. Ruan Thi Yun tilted her head back as much as she could, bent her body forward as much as she could, loosened her hands, stretched her fingers straight, raised her heels, and stood on her toes.
Just like a ballet dancer, even the already flabby calves have bulging muscles that can be clearly seen.
As if this could alleviate the two dark red pains in her chest. Bead-sized beads of sweat rolled down from her chin to the peak of her chest, seeping into the criss-crossing wounds, mixed with a hint of blood and slid down to the raised soles of her feet. Some of her purple toes were soaked in the small puddles that had formed. This lasted for more than half an hour before the cruel torture stopped.

"Old women like this are the most difficult to deal with. Maybe we need to spend a little more time. After all, the night is still long."
Colonel Pear said this in a nonchalant manner, but his facial expression no longer showed the confident look he had at the beginning. He put his hand into Nguyen Thi Van's trouser waist. Vietnamese women usually don't wear belts on their trousers. The belt is just an elastic band made of rubber bands. Because of the climate, they often walk barefoot. They don't wear pantyhose like European and American women.
Besides, Ruan Shiyun's body was still firmly fixed, so Colonel Li had no difficulty in reaching into her crotch.

"This kind of old bitch is the most difficult to deal with, but I have plenty of ways to deal with them. If you are interested in this, I will show you one by one, but I promised not to report it." The ultimate goal of Colonel Li's fingers is needless to say. After a while, Ruan Shiyun's breathing became heavy, and two blushes slowly appeared on her cheeks.
It was obvious that his fingers had penetrated the most vital part of the poor woman. The other two thugs threw away the bamboo sticks in their hands, and with a grin, they rubbed Ruan Shiyun's red and white breasts that had just been whipped, until the bamboo sticks in the nipple mouth were squeezed out bit by bit. Therefore, this kind of humiliation, which normally only brings shame to women, is now as powerful as any other vicious punishment.

"This method is very effective, especially for those stubborn Vietcong women. Oh, she's already a little wet there." He pulled out his fingers, which were covered with her vaginal fluid, from his crotch and showed them off in front of me.

"Ruan Shiyun, are you going to recruit or not?"

"No!" It was still that short word.

"Okay! Let's see how long you can stay hard!" Colonel Li personally took off Ruan Shiyun's pants and tore the only piece of cloth covering her body into pieces. In a blink of an eye, Ruan Shiyun was naked. This is a torture method I have never heard of.
The bruises on her breasts made her grimace in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from her pale face. The teasing of her lower body made her sexually aroused, and the crystal clear, turbid white dew flowed along Colonel Pear's fingers. The white breasts covered with purple ridges seemed much fuller than before. The erect nipples no longer drooped but were extremely upturned, like those of a young girl. The dark brown areolas actually glowed a fresh dark red.

"Come on, cut her pussy and asshole together, so that these two female spectators won't have any more luck!" Colonel Li ordered. At that moment, I seemed to understand his intention of letting the other two female prisoners watch the execution. Three thugs surrounded her again, and each of them started a new round of bamboo stick torture targeting a sensitive part of the woman. The two dark red nipples cried again under the brutal torture, and the two plump labia were covered with black and purple bruises from the bamboo sticks. The skin around the anus was blue and purple due to the congestion, and the screams that made people's scalp tingle once again broke the brief silence of the torture room. The stalemate lasted for about half an hour until Ruan Shiyun fainted and still did not confess a word.

"Prison doctor! Prison doctor! Go and call that idiot and wake her up! Wake her up! I will make this old bitch regret being a woman for the rest of her life!" Colonel Li roared in frustration until a man in a white coat injected a bottle of medicine into Ruan Shiyun's body.

"I didn't say - I didn't say - don't come over - don't - run - quickly -" After a long while, the half-conscious Ruan Shiyun could be heard muttering continuously. Several basins of cold water were poured on her body. Her naked back began to squirm. She raised her wet head with difficulty, glanced at Colonel Li whose face was blue and purple, and drooped down weakly again. Only her heavy breathing and the ups and downs of her back proved that she was still alive.

"Will this woman die?" Colonel Li asked the prison doctor.

"She is weak, but her life is not in danger."

"Give her another injection. I want her to regain normal consciousness." Another injection was given, and soon Ruan Shiyun's condition improved significantly.

"What kind of medicine are you using that's so magical?" I asked Colonel Li. He gave me a sly smile and didn't answer me immediately. Later I learned that they were using a sexual stimulant. The bamboo sticks on her nipples, areolas, mons pubis and anus were pulled out, and they poured ice water on Nguyen Thi Yun again, and then applied a beige cream to those parts of her body that were unique to her as a woman. I have seen this kind of thing in China. It is a mixture of Indian magic oil and hormones. It is said to make people have sexual hallucinations. It is usually only used for middle-aged and elderly men and women who have lost their sexual ability.
Of course, it was also used for some impotent patients, but I didn't expect that he would use it to torture female prisoners.

"Fuck her!" The gloom on Colonel Li's face seemed to dissipate a little. It has long been rumored that raping female prisoners is commonplace in Vietnamese prisons, and the police involved will not be charged. Moreover, this is a military-controlled prison that specifically detains political prisoners. Rape has even become a means for them to force female prisoners to confess. However, this is the first time I have witnessed it with my own eyes, and they had just been brutally beaten with bamboo sticks! Perhaps it was because her beauty had faded and Ruan Thi Yun no longer interested them, the thugs lazily took off their pants, forced Ruan Thi Yun to kneel on the floor with her chest and knees down, and forcibly penetrated her body from behind in front of me.

But soon they left her body one after another, a pair of handcuffs locked her wrists from the front, an iron chain was pulled down from the pulley hanging from the beam, and the iron hook at the top caught the chain hanging from the handcuffs. As the chains rose, Ruan Thi Yun's body was stretched straight, and in the end she could only stand on her toes. Colonel Pear seemed to prefer this posture and a rare smile appeared on his face. The thugs skillfully fastened a metal bra on her breasts, and then took a metal rod similar to a human penis and inserted it into her anus. The two young female prisoners stared at all this with wide eyes, extreme horror revealed in their looks.

Is this the legendary electric shock? Why is it used on those parts instead of the female prisoners’ limbs? What will the female prisoners feel like when it is used? Can they bear it? As the thugs skillfully installed the plugs for the connecting wires,
My question was soon answered. Colonel Pear gracefully turned on the switch, and a machine consisting of four signal lights: red, orange, yellow and green, made a buzzing sound. This was also the first time I saw electric shock, a product of modern technology, being used on a female prisoner. As time went on, Nguyen Thi Yun's pale face turned rosy and her angry eyes became confused.

"Are you comfortable, Ruan Shiyun? Your old pussy has started to secrete love juice again. It's been a long time since you enjoyed being fucked like this." Colonel Li approached his prey and inserted his fingers deep inside. The thugs stopped the electric shock and took off the metal bra. I was surprised to find that my breasts, which had been slightly sagging, now stood proudly like those of young girls. Even my nipples, which had just been tortured, became pink and curled upwards, not at all like they had just given birth or been breastfed. Ruan Shiyun was breathing heavily and her body became limp. If she hadn't been tied up with ropes, she would have collapsed to the ground.

"This bitch is in heat, brothers. If we work harder, we can get what we need out of her mouth. Maybe we can even catch some ladies who are more attractive than those two spectators. Then I'll let you torture them until they kneel down and beg you to spare them, okay?" The thugs cheered in unison, and even I couldn't help but join in. A similar electric baton was inserted into her vagina, and the current was adjusted to the same frequency as sexual intercourse. The torture began again, while other thugs forcibly separated the two beautiful female prisoners and handcuffed their hands behind their heads. Colonel Li threw away the remaining cigarette butt, walked up to Pan Wenjin step by step, and suddenly lifted up her clothes, while signaling me to go to the beautiful girl named Li Shihui.
I was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to do for a long time.

"This is a gift for you, foreigner. You can use her as you like now. After the torture, this girl won't be so delicate anymore." I hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and lifted up Li Shihui's shirt with trembling hands. I didn't expect that she was wearing a lace bra underneath, which could not be bought with Vietnamese dong. She struggled desperately, looked at me with horror, and spoke Vietnamese which I could not fully understand at the time. I knew she was cursing me, or perhaps begging me. Now that I think about it, my behavior was no different from that of a robber.
But at that time, I was completely attracted by her beauty.

"Brother, you probably haven't tasted Vietnamese women yet. These two are top quality goods, and you don't have to pay for them. It's a rare opportunity, so what are you waiting for!" My mind was swaying between morality and desire, but my fingers subconsciously lifted her bra, revealing her fragrant skin, which was filled with fragrance. I couldn't bear it any longer, and I pulled and ripped off the lace that carried her body temperature and fleshy fragrance. The crystal clear chest is prominent. The jade-like skin is shining.
The smooth touch is like touching brocade. Her breasts are not very big, and are the type of tender breasts of a young girl. However, with the beautiful curve forming charming ravines and the slender waist, they look particularly upright. The pink buds stand proudly, and are particularly eye-catching against the main color of snow-white spring. The throbbing of youth came from my fingers, and that wonderful feeling made me feel it thoroughly. "Foreigner, don't pretend to be gentle. You can fuck her at will. You can also torture her later and fully experience the pleasure of torturing the daughter of a rich family. Her father is a famous tycoon here!" At this time, Colonel Li had stripped off Pan Wenjin's top and licked her bright red nipples.
While reaching his hand into her pants to touch her private parts. This was my first time touching a girl's nipples, and the nipples of such a beautiful oriental beauty.
The slightly frankincense fragrance made me dizzy, and the unspeakable throbbing made me tremble.

Her breasts were as white as the vast snowy plains of Arras, and her skin was as delicate as a
As fine as fine Chinese silk. Her breasts are so beautiful, like the tall snow-capped Himalayas in the pictures.
Her waist is so slender, like the graceful weeping willows by the West Lake, her belly is so flat, like the endless plains of Mississippi, and of course the most charming thing is her nipples. The pink areola is like two gorgeous rainbows after the rain, lingering on two points of tender red, just like the red roses about to bloom in my hometown of Florida.

My hands were touching around randomly, touching the unforgettable jade carving, savoring its delicate beauty. My fingers were trembling as they pinched the two red beans on the top of the snow-capped peak and the two colorful clouds guarding them. Li Shihui was still struggling and dodging, even though her limbs were shackled behind her head, which was of no avail. To this day I still can't explain why I was so shameless, so vulgar, so shameless that I was no different from an animal.
It was so obscene that I still blush when I think about it. I threw myself on her chest and sucked her nipples. They were the second nipples of a woman I had sucked besides my mother. They were moist and slightly salty and felt great. But I still didn't dare to take off her pants and underpants. I just hugged her perky and round buttocks and touched them frantically, feeling her flat belly and the mysterious ravine through two layers of clothes.

"Are you American?" she said to me in English, stopping her struggle. She speaks English fluently and her pronunciation is authentic, which is rare in this backward country. I nodded in acknowledgement, staring at her in amazement.

"My family and I have been to your country. It is a developed and civilized country. It is a country that advocates democracy and freedom. But why do you treat me like this? Treat a woman who has lost the ability to resist like this! I am not guilty. I just killed those scums who destroyed our country's democracy and freedom with my comrades.
Isn't it right to do just as your country did under the leadership of the great Lincoln? You and your lackeys can kill me, you can torture me, I am willing to die for the freedom of my country and people, but you cannot insult me! ”
Her words stung me, and I knew I was behaving like a complete beast, even though she was not an American girl and I had no power to protect her chastity, so I stopped and pulled the open collar over me, even though I was very reluctant at the time.

Colonel Li over there had already stripped Pan Wenjin of her clothes, and inserted his erect penis between her thighs, which were forcibly spread apart, and began round after round of violent pounding. Maybe it was the extreme tension and fear, or maybe it was the great humiliation, but when Colonel Pear left there contentedly, she had been raped to the point of passing out.
Although I didn’t know at that time whether Pan Wenjin was still a pure and innocent unmarried girl like Miss Li Shihui.

The so-called interrogation here has been going on for nearly an hour, and the interrogation of Ruan Shiyun over there is still no result, but from the mess in the place where her life was born, it can be judged what she has just experienced.

"Do you still want to hold on?" Colonel Li was already sitting behind the interrogation table, fully dressed and looking righteous.

"No woman can get out of here without confessing. Let our allied friends and those stubborn elements of yours who dare to confront us see the scene of burning jade clams. Brothers, we've had the gentle fun, now let's give this Viet Cong woman something fierce!" Nguyen Thi Van was obviously an extremely tough woman. Although she was covered with scars and her face turned pale when she heard the words "burning jade clams", she bit her lips tightly and refused to confess a word. The thugs have already started preparing.

This was an extremely cruel torture used against women in the Middle Ages. Nguyen Thi Yun's legs were spread wide open, exposing her delicate parts completely. A policeman put a red-hot iron rod into a bucket full of oyster sauce. A white smoke enveloped the interrogation room. Then he took it out and inserted it viciously into her vagina. Suddenly, a puff of green smoke rose from her lower body. The woman, who had remained basically silent during the interrogation, let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the interrogation room. The stick was drawn out,
There were traces of bright red blood mixed in the white slurry. It was inserted back into the blazing fire, mixed with a hint of fishy smell, and soon it was burned red again.

"Ruan Shiyun, if you don't confess, I will burn you again. And I will ask them to burn your clitoris specifically so that you can never be a woman again in your life!" At first I couldn't understand the full meaning of Colonel Li's words. Later, when I had a beloved woman, I realized the viciousness in them. This time he was the one who carried out the execution personally. When his fingers forcibly separated Ruan Shiyun's vagina, this steadfast middle-aged woman actually screamed in pain and for the first time begged him to be gentler.

"Then tell me the radio code and who your contact is, or I will keep getting burned.
And pour chili water into it until the end of the world! ”

"No one connects with me - oh - please don't pull - oh - don't separate -" The iron rod was taken out and was not quenched in an oil barrel. Instead, it was pressed directly on the exposed flesh. That is the glans of a woman's clitoris, the source of a woman's passion, the place where the endings of sensory nerve fibers are most concentrated in the female body, and of course the most painful place! Her screams were so loud that it was hard to describe them in words. They made one's scalp tingle, as if they were cries from hell. After a while, her voice became weaker and weaker, and she fainted with her head tilted to one side.

"Mr. Ross and I will go next door to talk to these two ladies. You wake her up and continue the interrogation. In addition to branding her pussy, can you disinfect this old bitch? In short, you must use all means to get a confession." When Colonel Li and I used the key to open the shackles on the four feet of the interrogation table, the sound of splashing water and low moans proved that Ruan Thi Yun had woken up. When Li and I were escorting Pan Wenjin and Li Shihui away, Ruan Shiyun's shrill screams were heard again. I knew they were torturing her again.
I don’t know what kind of punishment was used this time, whether to continue burning her vagina with fire or to pour chili water into it!

The interrogation room next door was not as complicated as what I had just seen. There was only the electric torture device I had just seen and several sticks of different models placed next to it. The first person to be tortured was Pan Wenjin. I watched him strip off her clothes one by one, and tie her body in a spread-eagle position on the rotating and lifting torture bed, and then he turned on the power. Pan Wenjin was not as silent as Ruan Shiyun. She seemed a little neurotic. The torture was carried out intermittently amid her howling from beginning to end. Especially when Colonel Pear clamped the electrodes on her nipples and clitoris, the sounds she made were almost hysterical. The breath of spring. So much so that when my fingers touched her nipples, which were as pink as flower buds, I actually ejaculated. This time the electric shock was not just to stimulate the female prisoner's sexual desire like what was done to Ruan Shiyun just now, but real electric shock! When the current indicator curve rose to the area covered with red, Pan Wenjin's bound body suddenly arched back, his head tilted back desperately, his fingers opened and clenched, his feet stretched extremely straight, and his toes dug forward, like a live fish being heated in a microwave. Colonel Li Shang was very experienced in administering electric shock to female prisoners. He knew how to make the prisoners suffer unbearable pain without killing them. He increased the voltage to nearly 100 kilovolts, causing Pan Wenjin's nipples and vulva to emit crackling sparks, and then he increased the current to 100 milliamperes, causing the electric baton inserted into the vulva to move in and out frequently.

Colonel Li continued to torture Pan Wenjin with electric shock under his unhurried control, and he would untie Pan Wenjin's restraints from time to time to vent his anger. Exhausted, Pan Wenjin's body was as soft as noodles, and even without the ropes she had no strength to resist, so she had to let Colonel Li do whatever he wanted. Faced with such a scene, faced with such a naked beauty, any man would have a reaction, so I also violated her. This was my first time having close contact with a woman.

Pan Wenjin's secret passage is very narrow and has many wrinkles, which can stimulate men's private parts. It is estimated that she was still a virgin before this, or at least had never given birth. After I had finished venting my emotions and left her body, Colonel Li tied up Pan Wenjin again. The power came back on and she once again made a sound like a train whistle. This time, Colonel Li did not simply stimulate her vulva and the mucous membrane close to it as he did before. Instead, he lustfully parted Pan Wenjin's petals, inserted a thin electric baton into her urethra, and then told me to turn on the power. Pan Wenjin screamed wildly and urine spurted out more than two meters away.

The interrogation, including the torture of Nguyen Thi Van, had lasted for more than two hours. Colonel Li might have been a little tired.
I began to take over his role. When I held those two pink buds in my hands and saw the burn marks where the electrodes had clamped them, when I separated the corolla covered with dewdrops and exposed the agate that had been shocked countless times, when I saw crystal tears hanging on her handsome oval face and she looked at my hands with sad eyes, I felt very conflicted inside. If I refused, Colonel Pear would certainly kick me out.
Moreover, my involvement in torture would be reported to the American military advisory group in Saigon, and perhaps to the American Embassy in Vietnam. I might then be deported, and the newspaper might also fire me.

Faced with practical pressure, the barriers of morality were fragile. I began to find excuses for my atrocities and eventually came up with some legitimate reasons. After all, this is war time, and today they are weak and defenseless women.
But what about yesterday? They might be our enemies and the terrorists hiding in secret places. If they are armed, won’t they still kill my compatriots? War has its own unique rules. They are either allies or enemies. Would they confess without torture? There is no need for me to blame myself, and there is no need for me to be responsible for all this.

So when Colonel Pear asked me to carry out the torture, the physical pleasure and moral confusion made me join in with a clear conscience. Under the electric shock, Pan Wenjin cried out in despair again and again, but finally, in her delirium, she confessed what Colonel Li wanted. The next one was Li Shihui. Colonel Li was really inhumane. When we stripped Li Shihui naked and hung her upside down, he actually used wooden sticks of various thicknesses nearby to repeatedly penetrate her lower body. Some of the sticks were inlaid with iron spikes and pig bristles at the front end! The place that I was reluctant to even touch was penetrated until it was bloody and bloody. In the end, Colonel Li raped her, tied her nipples with ropes, and hung her alive on the beam of the house.

The pair of nipples and areolas stretched long by the body weight, the twisted and deformed breasts, the heart-wrenching screams, the bleeding vagina, the torn labia majora and minora, and Pan Wenjin's clitoris that was lifted up by the iron spikes on the front of the wooden stick are still lingering in my mind. Especially when I later learned that Li Shihui committed suicide by hitting her head against the wall at dawn out of shame and anger after being tortured, I felt that I had killed her with my own hands in the most cruel way.
At the beginning of the new century, I went back there again. Everything had changed. The original women's prison was gone, replaced by a newly built Tongtong building, with no trace left. I don't know if the steadfast heroine Nguyen Thi Van is still alive. I heard that Phan Van Jin, who persisted for a long time under the inhumane electric torture and finally collapsed, died at the hands of her comrades. Colonel Li disguised himself and fled to Da Nang after the fall of Saigon, and drowned on the way to Manila by crossing the sea. Le Thi Hui, who committed suicide out of grief, was also slandered as a traitor. Her family died one after another during North Vietnam's socialist transformation of South Vietnam.

It has been thirty years since that war, and the ideological dam has collapsed in the tide of market economy, but who will seek justice for the women who were brutally abused and humiliated in the war? They suffered in the war