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..................................
