Fan Wooh
PART 1
M/f, M+/f, F/f, modification,bestiality,
S/M, historical, Gothic, Torture, nc, Extreme, Heavy
The character of, Fu Manchu was the creation of novelist Sax Rohmer in the
early 20th century. He was an average, peaceable, Chinese
until his family was wantonly and needlessly murdered during the Boxer
Rebellion of 1900. He became the embodiment of the evil oriental genius
engaging in the most terrible crimes against humanity imaginable, and
unspeakable tortures.
This is a tale involving another inscrutable arch fiend, Fan Wooh. He has a fanatical hatred of ALL people,
inspired by a betrayed childhood and debauched criminal parents. But he
soon tired of the criminal aspects of what was now HIS
empire. He discovered that murder, mayhem, drug dealing and such held
little attraction for him..
He was obsessed with torture. He had witnessed the horrific torture of some of
his kinsmen's enemies, and he became obsessed
with it. He now lived for the inflicting of the most diabolical and
savage tortures upon all races and cultures, but particularly those of the
female gender. The horrific and continuous screams of women under vile
and barbarous tortures aroused him to heights of
ecstasy.
Some of his machinations and his descent further and further into this
debauched and monstrous craft are described in this narrative. His
fiendish and merciless methods will be described in explicit detail.
If vivid descriptions of vicious and inhuman tortures bother
you. If uneven grammar or misspelling at times, (spell-check and proof
reading doesn't always get 'em all) offends or
mitigates enjoyment, further reading is not recommended. However if you
enjoy the screaming of horribly tormented and tortured beings, (especially the
feminine ones), and descriptions of the tortures and reactions of the victims,,,,,,,WELCOME!!!
By dint of this being fiction, liberty will be taken at times to place Fan Wooh in previous eras in order to use a setting in the dark
past, present, or anywhere in-between. When doing so it is to be assumed his
background matches present day circumstances, of being raised and being part of
a band of scoundrels, dealing in drugs, contraband and any number of
nefarious, illegitimate pursuits, the primary and most favored being torture
for tortures sake.
To begin, the setting is mid 20th century China.
To further his own interests, (torture), he allied himself with the followers
of Chairman Mao. Being a firm believer in the use of whatever means
expedient to obtain his own ends, Mao was the ideal associate. There were
always hordes of those unwilling to bow to the dictates of the all knowing and
benevolent Chairman. Anyone voicing the slightest reluctance to accept
his teachings as true, and therefore law, was suspect. Untold thousands, nay millions of unfortunates died screaming in his
torture chambers as he attempted to extract information he and his followers
suspected they may or may not have. No matter. Or in untold numbers,
revenge for real or imagined slights or rejections of attention.
As the preeminent practitioner of his grisly craft Fan Woo is a valued member
of Mao's entourage. It is acknowledged that anyone turned over to Fan Wooh will reveal whatever information is desired.
Even with his own dungeons fully occupied with females awaiting his heinous
enjoyment, he would immediately turn his talents to those under suspicion by
the powers that be.
We find Fan Wooh in one of the many chambers devoted
exclusively for use by the official powers, in questioning the accused.
They are located in an ancient castle, now referred to as
"The Palace of Eternal Truth"..
His own torture chambers are located in the sub cellars beneath one of his
numerous fortresses. The screams of his victims are for his enjoyment alone.
The interrogation chambers where he questions the regimes guests are located
where the screams of those under interrogation are readily heard by
outsiders. It is believed hearing the hideous screams of those inside
will act as a restraint, on anyone hearing them.. those who unwisely entertain thoughts or acts contrary
to the revolution. Screams, continuing hour after hour can be quite a
convincing deterrent.
The subject in question, Tsu Ming, is the beautiful
young wife of a local merchant, thought correctly, to be fomenting unrest
amongst the local peasantry. He had wisely disappeared from his home and
business when warned that he was under scrutiny. The local commissar of
course wished to know his whereabouts. It was naturally supposed his delectable
young wife knew where he was. And so she had been arrested and brought in
to answer a few questions. Unfortunately for her she had no idea
her husband had been involved in unapproved activities, nor had she any idea to
where he had disappeared . Suffice to say she was not believed. Consequently she
had been delivered to Fan Wooh, in order that
the truth could be ascertained.
Uncommonly among most of her people she was tall of stature. Innocent and
beautiful of face, she was a stunningly developed woman, with long silky jet
black hair, full breasts, long svelte legs, and a delightfully fulsome
derriere. Her skin was smooth as ivory and the same lustrous shade,
blemish free it glistened with the sweat of her torture in the harsh glare of
the lights in the darkened chamber.
Her preliminary questioning had begun some hours earlier. Her screams
have been heard throughout the day. Passersby shuddered and hurried past the
forbidding edifice from which her terrible screaming had gone on for hours. Fan
Wooh's servants were very talented in wringing ear
splitting screams from reluctant persons under question.
The screams rose in intensity at times. The wails and shrieks
of unspeakable agony going on and on. This portion of the subjects ordeal was not really intended to elicit the
information desired, in fact the question was not even asked. It was
simply to give the one being interrogated a sample of what was to come if they
foolishly persisted in withholding the information requested when it was
finally revealed to the unfortunate.. In other
words, torture for the sake of torture. For the entertainment
and amusement of those inflicting it.
When Fan Wooh entered the torture chamber and caught
sight of his prey he gasped at her flawless beauty. All
HIS, to play with and ruthlessly enjoy her screams of agony as he subjected her
to his fiendish depredations.
His minions were enjoying themselves beating her with bamboo sticks. She hung
suspended from a 3 foot long bar hanging from the roof, her arms strapped to
the ends. Her feet, some 12 inches off the floor were spread, and
strapped to rings in the stone floor some 3-4 feet apart. Her spread
eagled body was bathed in sweat which coursed down her lush body, dripping into
a puddle beneath her.
Her entire body, front and rear was covered with welts and bruises from the
beating being administered by two of the minions of Fan Wooh,
one beating her front, the other her back.
Tsu Ming screamed and begged for mercy. She
knew not why she had been brought to this horrible place and begged for an
explanation. For the beating and pain to stop.
Fan Wooh raised a hand and the thugs ceased the
cudgeling of the poor girl. He approached the shuddering woman and looked up at
her still trembling body.
"Your husband is an enemy of the revolution and is plotting against it He was warned of his impending arrest and has
fled. We wish to know where he is and his intentions. You
will give us this information!"
"That cannot be true! My husband is a merchant and a faithful member
of the party. He would never do such a thing."
"We know that to be untrue. He is plotting insurrection and has gone
into hiding. You will tell us where he has gone and his plan for
revolt."
"I know nothing of such affairs. I have no idea where he has gone.
When I awoke yesterday morning he had disappeared. I do not believe he is
plotting anything against the government."
"You lie Tsu
Ming! You will tell us what we wish or today is as child's play compared
to what I will do. Now tell me!"
"But sir I do not have what you wish."
Turning to one of his savants he says, "Get Chang!"
The lackey scurries off nodding and jabbering "is good,,
is good, Chang fix her good."
Shortly the door to the chamber opens and a giant apparition
enters. So huge he must stoop to get through the opening. He
is dark brown with a head shaved but for a circle at the back of his enormous
head from which a long braid hangs. His chest is bare and broad the
muscles rippling. His arms are like tree trunks, the muscles bulging as
he swings his arms. His thighs are as big around as a normal mans
waist. On his ugly face a malevolent lustful leer as he looks the poor Tsu Ming up and down, licking his lips, revealing crooked
yellow teeth.
Tsu Ming's eyes bulge in horror at the brutish
phantasm approaching her.
"Chang, this is Tsu Ming, she claims she does
not know where her husband has flown to. I believe she does. In any
case she will not reveal this information. I would like you to help her
change her mind."
"It will be a pleasure Master. Are there any limits as to what I may
do?"
"None. Just so long as she screams loudly,
and offers entertainment."
"I see your friends have been at work with those clumsy rods.
I think what she needs is something far more
slender and flexible."
Chang goes to the wall and grasps a thin, flexible bamboo cane, swishing it
back and forth. Tsu Ming watches, her eyes
bulging in terror.
"I ask you once more,,,,where
is your traitorous husband! Tell me or you will suffer pain you cannot imagine!"
Tsu Ming's voice quavers as she denies knowing where
her husband has fled.
Fan Wooh nods to Chang.
Chang stands to one side and a bit to her rear. Swinging the cane with
his formidable strength he places a lash across her firm bottom globes. Tsu Ming screams and twists. Chang strikes again,
laying the wicked instrument across her cheeks again.
Again and again Chang slashes Tsu Ming's buttocks,
and slowly working his way down onto the backs of her thighs. Whipping her tender flesh from the backs of her knees to her tender
cheeks.
Tsu Ming is shrieking at the top of her lungs as
Chang whips her body, red welts crisscrossing her tormented flesh.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Her slender frame shakes and twists in agony, her screams bounding from the
stone walls..To those on the
street outside it sounds as if they are tearing an animal to shreds, the
shrieking goes on and on.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Chang moves in front of Tsu Ming. She gazes
down at her torturer, weeping and begging for mercy. Chang merely grins and
lashes out with the instrument of torture, slashing across her spread
body. He whips her inner thighs from knee to crotch, her slender waist
and abdomen. He pauses and looks at the magnificent globes upon her
chest. Tsu Ming sees his gaze and shakes her
head.
"NOOO!!! NOOO!!! You cannot, please,,,, NOOOO!!!!!"
Taking careful aim Chang draws back his
bulging arm and slashes a blow across those proud mounds. Tsu Ming's screams raises the hair on the necks of persons
passing in the street.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHAAA"
Chang raises his arm and lashes again across her breasts. Instead of the
broad bruises of the heavy rods used earlier, the cane leaves narrow cutting
striations on the once flawless skin. Tsu Ming
screams and thrashes as her breasts are viciously thrashed. A
particularly well aimed blow cuts directly across both her nipples. Her
mouth is stretched wide as she howls and shrieks, her
screams echoing into the street outside.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Her head twists from side to side flinging droplets of water from her soaked
hair.
Her breasts heave and shake as Tsu Ming screams as
each demonic lash of the cane cuts her lacerated globes. She strains and
thrashes against her bindings, the muscles of her arms and legs ripple in
convulsive contractions as she strains against the bindings. The whipping
goes on and on.
Chang whips Tsu Ming for nearly an hour, moving from
front to back, side to side. Always returning to rain
blow after blow upon her luscious mounds of femininity. The
screams are constant, Tsu
Ming pleads and begs for mercy.
"PLEASE!!! Anything! I'll do anything you wish! Just
STOP!! PLEASE!! NO MORE!!"
Fan Wooh holds up his hand and Chang ceases his
beating. Tsu Ming quivers and shakes in unbearable
agony, hanging naked and exposed.
"Are you ready to tell us where your miserable husband has gone?"
"I do not know the information you desire sir."
Fan Wooh nods to Chang. Chang slashes the
infernal cane across Tsu Ming's breasts again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHA!!!!!!!"
Chang continues lashing Tsu Ming another 20
minutes. Her screams are unending,
her body convulses and shudders as she writhes under the torture..
"Take her down! Let us treat her to something different. Maybe that will change her mind."
As she is lowered to the floor Tsu Ming collapses
into a heap on the cold hard stone.
Chang has them drag her to a pair of stout posts imbedded into the floor.
They are finished in shining red lacquer, carved intricately with dragons,
gilded in gold. A substantial crosspiece, finished and
painted in similar fashion spans between the posts some 5 feet from the floor.
To Be Continued>>>>>>>
