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Zhaing lumbers over to Su Wei, strapped between the posts. Reaching out with both hands he cups and squeezes her well developed breasts,giggling, "nice,very nice....hurt very much."
Tsu Ming screams at Zhaing, "leave her alone! She doesn't know anything"
"Ahh but you DO! And you will tell me all!"
" I DO NOT KNOW the information you ask."
"I believe you do. And you will tell me all. I think that watching as Zhaing applies his skill at inflicting pain on your sister and mother your memory will improve."
"I keep telling you I do not know where my husband has gone, and neither do my mother or sister. You must believe me!"
"You are lying....... Zhaing you may proceed."
Zhaing waddles to the cart nearby on which his tools and implements are piled, implements whose sole purpose is to inflict pain on whomever he is working on. He picks up a device made of two slabs of wood, joined near the ends by long threaded bolts with butterfly nuts on top . He moves back to Su Wei and places it high on her chest, the top and bottom pieces above and below her breasts. Seizing a breast he yanks it through the open space, then does the same to the other. Holding it up under the lush mounds, her turns the screws moving the slabs closer together. They soon are squashing her flesh between the wood plates. Her breasts turn blue then a dark purple as they are compressed between the boards. There are several straps dangling from the ends of the device. He takes two and wrapping them around her torso, buckles them in back. The other two he pulls up and around her neck buckling them in back The purpose of course is to keep the press along with her breasts up high. He continues tightening the screws, mashing her tender globes between them, her breasts bulging out like toothpaste squeezed from a tube, the nipples swelling and bulging forth.
Su Wei gazes down at her deformed breasts, her eyes wide in terror, whimpering as the vice gets tighter and tighter.
Zhaing goes back to his cart and returns with another wooden slat which has short stiff wires fastened to either end with hooks bent into the free ends. These he hooks over the threaded screws on the tit press so that the slat rests under her breasts. He roughly pulled on each breast in turn pulling them as far through the jaws of the press as he could. Then he went back to his cart and returned holding a hammer and some nails. Pinching a nipple he stretched it forward, and, placing the point of a nail to the upper surface of the nipple he struck the head of the nail with the hammer, driving the nail through her nipple and into the wood.
Su Wei screamed and struggled against the straps holding her arms and legs to the posts.
Zhaing gave the nail a couple more sharp raps to be sure they were well seated through her nipple and into the wood. Grabbing the other nipple he stretched it in the same manner.
Knowing now his intention Su Wei screamed, writhing against the straps.
Undeterred Zhaing nailed her nipple to the board in similar fashion to the first. To be sure they were securely fastened he spiked additional nails through her tit on either side of the original ones. Su Wei howled in pain, blood streamed from her pierced breasts, running down her sweat sheened torso to drip to the floor beneath her. Zhaing tightened the screws several more turns, blood spurted from her crushed and mutilated breasts, splashing onto a delighted Zhaing.
Su Wei howled like a banshee as her skewered, crushed breasts were further smashed while he tightened the press even more.
Tsu Ming was screaming at them to stop the torture, that her sister knew nothing.
"Talk, and I will stop Zhaing!"
"None of us know anything about my husbands whereabouts!"
'I'm losing my patience with you you traitorous harlot! HANG HER Zhaing!"
Zhaing brutally twisted and pulled the nails from Su Wei's nipples causing her to scream even more. He loosed the press and as the blood rushed back into the generous globes it was worse than when they were mashed between the slabs. Su Wei shrieked in agony, shaking her head back and forth, the sweat flinging from her hair.
Zhaing picks up two lengths of rope. He winds one tightly around the base of one breast, knotting it at the top, leaving the long end dangling. Then he does the same to the other. Next he reaches up and ties the two ends to two hooks, about shoulder width apart, hanging from above. He turns a crank on the side of one of the posts and the hooks rise, he raises then until the ropes are taut, lifting her breasts.
He unstraps her arms from the posts and straps them together behind her, then pushes a bamboo rod into the crook of her arms, thrusting her breasts forward. He turns the crank again until most of her weight not supported by her legs still strapped to the posts, is borne by her breasts. Now he starts to unstrap her ankles from the posts.
"What are you doing? Don't do that! I have no way to support myself!"
"Yes you do little one. It's right there in front of you!"
"NO! NO! It isn't possible! It will tear me apart! NOOO!!!!!"
"Not really. Go ahead Zhaing. Show her how resilient they are!"
Zhaing finishes releasing her ankles and her body swings free. Her entire weight now supported by the ropes wound about her tortured breasts.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
Su Wei dangles from her breasts, stretched and torn, she slowly swings back and forth, the ropes pulling each breast pulled at slightly different angles. Her screams bounce from the walls of Fan Wooh's chamber of torture and torment.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
Her screams pause only when she gasps more air into her lungs to scream again and again. Her shrill shrieks of agony pierce the air and make the flesh crawl as the excruciating pain tears at her breast flesh.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"
Eventually the screams taper off to a steady wailing moan.
"Let me down! Let me down! Oh please!!! Let me down! OHHhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"
"You heartless fiend. Let her down! She will be torn apart! Let her down! Have mercy!"
"Talk! Then I let her down. TALK!"
"I cannot! I DO NOT KNOW the answer to your question."
"Zhaing! The stones."
Zhaing pads to the corner and returns carrying a large stone with a ring protruding from the top. He scuttles back to the corner and returns with another stone like the first. They weigh 30 pounds each. Zhaing takes a set of shackles and clamps them about her ankles. Then he lifts a stone and hangs it from one ankle. The screams rise in volume and shrillness... He raises and hangs the second stone from the other ankle. The screaming rises higher yet. Su Wei's head twists and thrashes as the agony mounts. She writhes and twists, her breasts bulging as the ropes bite deeper, blood oozes from under the ropes where they tear her flesh. It trickles down her strained torso.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Su Wei's screams reverberate once again from the walls of the room. Her head hangs back and she screams to the darkness above her, body twitching and trembling. The pain is beyond belief as the ropes tear at her breasts. As her screams once again regress to the steady wailing cry of a being under extreme torture, Fan Wooh turns to Tsu Ming and asks her to reveal her husbands hiding place.
Zhaing stands aside, his eyes shining in delight, his tongue darting from between his lips to lick the spittle that drools from his misshapen mouth. A dimwitted fool he may be but he knows what excites and gives him extreme pleasure, the unrestrained torture of beautiful women.
"I DO NOT KNOW! I DO NOT KNOW! Please let her down! I DO NOT KNOW!"
"You realize we can keep adding weights don't you? Eventually her tits will indeed be torn from her. You wish to remain silent as this happens?"
"I don't KNOW the information!"
"Zhaing, leave her hang. See if mother will tell us!"
"She doesn't know either! You must let Su Wei down!"
"Of course we mustn't. Now,,, unless you are prepared to tell me where your renegade husband is hiding, you will be quiet while Zhaing ply's his talents with your mother.
Mei Ling has been watching the barbaric torture of her youngest daughter, weeping and pleading for her release from the monstrous torment.
"Please master! Release my little girl from this terrible punishment!"
"She will be released when someone gives me the information I wish. Until then she remains as she is. Where is the pig of a malcontent who is you son-in-law hiding?"
"If my daughter says she doesn't not know where he has gone, she does not have that information. She would not lie to you master. My younger daughter I am sure does not know either, nor do I. Nothing can change that."
"You are three very stubborn, traitorous rebels. At least one of you, more likely ALL of you, know where this pig is hiding and what his plans are. You will give me this information. I WILL get it from one of you.
Zhaing! Persuade this person the folly of her way!"
"Yes, yes master, will be much fun with this lady! May I ask for some assistance from "The Princess?"
"Whatever you wish Zhaing. I know your methods involve many factors."
Pointing to one of his followers he orders him to request the presence of The Princess. The fellow scurries off, to return in a very short time with the Princess.
The Princess is Fan Wooh's favorite daughter. She shares her fathers hatred of westerners and is likewise an avid adherent of Mao's teachings. She is the product of her fathers mating with a beautiful white woman he had raped during the course of her imprisonment and prolonged torture.. After the birth of the Princess, Fan Wooh had her horribly tortured to death over a very long period during which the most barbarous and hideous tortures he could devise were used.
The Princess was a magnificent creature of outstanding beauty and form. There is nothing more beautiful or flawless than a Eurasia female. Her hair was shining raven black, always kept in flowing waves extending down her back. Her complexion like the glow of ivory, flawless and blemish free.. Her breasts rode high on her torso and were of generous proportions even for an overdeveloped westerner, said torso being slender and narrow of waist. Her legs were long, sculpted magnificently, her tiny feet always shod in extremely high heels, the toenails, like her fingernails lacquered brilliant red. Her tastes in entertainment ran to watching and listening to her fathers servants torturing unfortunates who ran afoul of him, preferably women.
She arrived in short order and looked approvingly at the three women trussed in various ways. She particularly liked the breast hanging of Su Wei. She was very partial to hanging beautiful women in this fashion, the screams were always delightful to listen to.
"What is it you wish of me today father?"
"Zhaing would like a bit of your expertise, in certain areas, preparing this person over there, gesturing to Mei Ling."
"Of course father. May I stay and watch as he exercises his skills as master torturer to Fan Wooh?"
"Of course my dear. Whatever will please you."
"Thank you father. Now Zhaing what is it you wish me to do?" |
