Things were bad. If there was one thing that Kalla knew, it was that things were bad. In fact, she didn't know how they could be worse. |
She had returned to her small apartment in Harbin. The room where she took the coded messages that she had been receiving from her superiors who had fled to the outskirts of the city after the Japanese invasion of Manchuria the previous year, 1932. The room where she kept her OTPs, the one-time pads that had been developed only a few years earlier to decipher messages in a code that could not be broken without a duplicate copy of the OTP. And the room into which four Japanese military officers had broken shortly after her return to it earlier that day.
Now she was chained spread-eagled, gagged and blindfolded, her toes barely able to touch the floor to take at least some strain off her aching shoulders that were forced in the position to bear nearly all the weight of her body. Her small body, as she was only 5'2" and 100 pounds. She was not sure exactly sure where she was – she had been blindfolded while still in her apartment, but, from the chill in the air and her general sense of the room, she thought it must be an underground Japanese dungeon. No, things really could not get worse, she thought again.
She had operated the spy grid for the Chinese rebels for many months now through her team of four, each of whom ran one branch of the four spy networks operating in the city. And she had a very good idea of how the Japanese had learned of her location. A week earlier, one of the four – Nomi – had not shown up for the group's weekly meeting. Kalla and the others could not be certain that Nomi had been captured by the Japanese. She might have simply fled or had some kind of accident that prevented her from communicating with them. But, as the days passed, Kalla realized that the likelihood that Nomi had been captured increased. As did the likelihood that Nomi had been tortured into revealing Kalla's whereabouts. Kalla had heard – as had everyone in Harbin – of the ruthless methods used by the Japanese to treat those still part of the Chinese resistance. She doubted that, as strong as Nomi was in both mind and body, she, or anyone else, could withstand what the Japanese would do to her to make her tell them of Kalla's location. Kalla was grateful that, at least, Nomi did not know from where the other three of Kalla's top spy cell operated. Well, that was a good thing until now. Now she would be the one whom the Japanese tortured for that information. And she knew that she was not as strong as Nomi. She would resist with all her strength. But she, as everyone, had limits to how much pain she could withstand and how long it would be before she begged for an end to it, even if the end meant death. Rumors were that Japanese torture ended one of two ways, either in death or in enslavement in the Japanese pleasure camps. But no one was really sure. Because no captive had ever returned.
Kalla was not sure how long she had been left there, alone in the dungeon. Several hours she guessed. He captors wanted to give her time to contemplate her fate. To soften her resolve. From the little movement that her chains allowed her, she was certain that she was naked. She could feel the hardness in her nipples. From the cold of the room. And from her fear. Yes, she was afraid. She tried to think how she might try to prepare herself for what was to come. But she knew that was impossible, as she could not even imagine what horrors they would inflict on her body. Until they were sure she had told them everything they wanted to know from her. And, even then, they probably would continue her torture just to be sure. Which meant that there was nothing that she could do to stop it. Not even by telling them everything she knew. And, once again, she realized that what she knew above all else was that things could not get worse for her.
Suddenly, with no prior warning, she felt a hand on her right breast and shuddered as the hand – no, there were two hands - -began to caress her body. The low moans she had been making from the pain in her shoulders grew louder and her body tensed at the unexpected touch.
"Good afternoon, my dear," she heard a calm voice. "I know that you cannot speak to me because your mouth is occupied. So just either nod your head 'yes' or shake it 'no' in response to my questions. Do you understand?"
After a few seconds, she nodded.
"Good. Your name is Kalla Chao, is that correct?"
After a slight hesitation, she nodded again, surprised that he knew her name and knowing there was no point in denying it, since she had been captured right in her apartment that she leased under her name.
"When we arrested you, our men found in your apartment an OTP. You know what an OTP is, don't you?"
Kalla felt her body tremble even more, not because this was new information to her, but because it brought home to her even more the horror of her situation. Again, slowly, she nodded her head. Again, there was no point in denying it. They had found the OTP hidden in her apartment and had waived it in her face just before blindfolding her.
"So you admit that you are a Chinese spy?" the man's voice remained calm.
She knew she had no reason to deny this, either, but her instinct for self-preservation, hopeless as that seemed, forced her to shake her head violently in denial, as she tried to scream her denial through the thick gag that filled her mouth.
"Oh, Kalla, you disappoint me. After such a fine start, you have told me your first lie, haven't you? I know you are a Chinese spy. One of your underlings confessed that to us. That's why we went to your apartment. She told us where to find you."
So she had been right, Kalla thought. Under torture, Nomi had revealed her whereabouts. Still, she continued to shake her head vigorously.
"You know that, when you lie to me, Kalla, I have to show you that I know you are lying and encourage you to stop and to tell me the truth. You know that don't you?" Kalla stopped shaking her head, but the shaking of her body grew even more noticeable. "I mean, don't you value your reputation for telling the truth? Once you lose that, it is so hard to get it back, isn't it? And that would not be at all good for you, would it?" After a pause, the man continued. "So here is what I am going to do. I am going to remove your blindfold so that you can see what is going to happen to you for lying to me. But I am not going to ask you any more questions until I have encouraged you to return to telling me the truth." Kalla was amazed at how calm the man's voice was, even as he threatened her. The calmness had its desired effect. It added to her fear. It meant that this man was calculating.
Kalla felt the man pull off her blindfold. She blinked hard to help her eyes adjust even to the dim light in the room. She saw him standing in front of her. Average height and weight. Neither physically attractive or unattractive. Then her eyes darted around the room. It took no more than a few seconds for her to confirm what she already knew and feared. She was chained naked and spread-eagled in a Japanese dungeon. She pulled her wrists to see if there was any give at all in the cuffs chaining them. She knew there would not be. And there was not.
She saw the man move his hand down between her legs. She grunted as he pushed his middle and index fingers into her. When he removed them, he held them up to her face to show her how wet they were, then wiped them on her stomach.
"I know this doesn't mean you are excited," he smiled at Kalla. "But it does mean that you are very scared. As you should be."
She watched him walk to the wall toward which she was facing. She saw him light a match and drop it into a metal brazier from which protruded half a dozen metal irons. The brazier immediately shot flames into the air for several seconds. Then she saw him grab one of the metal irons by its rubber handle and thrust it deeper into the brazier until its end glowed red before he pulled it out of the flames and walk over to her, holding its blazing end at eye level. As horrible a fate as she had imagined, she had not imagined this. So she had been wrong. Things could get worse. And had.
"See the letters on the end? Can you read what they spell? I know it looks reverse to you, but there are only three letters, so I think you are smart enough to read them backwards. Although if you were really smart you wouldn't find yourself in your current situation."
Kalla stared at the letters, her eyes wide. She blinked hard several times and shook her head, trying to convince herself that this could not be happening. She could see that the letters burning at the end of the iron were S-P-Y. Each looked very large to her. Combined, they were terrifying.
"Well, in case you're having trouble, I will tell you. The letters spell S-P-Y because that is what you are. Everyone who sees you will now know the truth about you -- that you are never to be trusted." She sucked in her breath as her stomach muscles began to twitch. Again, she pulled helplessly on the chains holding her limbs in place.
"You should be grateful to me. My men wanted the letters to spell 'Traitor' or 'Guilty' and those words have more letters than three, don't they? But I insisted on S-P-Y, and you can see that I also made the letters small. So this will not be as painful or as disfiguring as it would have been had I let my men choose."
Kalla tried to steel herself for the pain he was about to inflict on her. She watched him walk behind her, and tried to follow him with her eyes, but could not turn her head enough. She turned her head to stare straight ahead. Low moans escaped her gagged mouth as she tried to prepare herself, but knew she could not.
"Now I'm going to give you a choice. Would you prefer I brand you across the middle of your back or across your ass. Nod if you prefer the brand across your ass."
Kalla nodded. She thought that would at least be a little less painful.
"Good choice. There is more padding there." She felt him jam the hot iron directly into the middle of her back. Her body immediately arched as far as it could, trying to separate itself from the burning letters, but the man simply pressed harder as her body's arch reached the limit that her chains allowed. He held the iron against her back for a full five seconds before pulling it away. She was surprised that she still had the strength to scream loudly through the gag. "Oh, yes," the man confirmed what did not need confirmation, "I ignored your preference. Captive spies should not expect to get what they wish for, now, should they?" What a fool she had been to think otherwise, even for a second. Her screams turn to sobs as he walked in front of her. She pulled on the chains holding her wrists so hard that the entire metal frame began to shake. But she could feel her strength already fading quickly. In a few seconds, her head fell to her chest as her eyes closed, her chest still heaving for breath.
"Of course, I need to make sure those who see you from the front also know that you are a S-P-Y." Kalla slowly raised her head and opened her eyes. She tried again to pull her limbs free, but this effort was even more feeble and hopeless than her last. "Would you prefer it across the top of your breasts, the underside of your breasts or above your pubic bone? The man laughed. She had learned her lesson and said nothing as she continued to sob.
"Now what kind of a brave spy cries?" Kalla felt the tears streaming down her face, her body shaking from head to toe. The man jammed the hot iron just above her pubic bone and again held it there for a full five seconds. Her screams through the thick gag were now raspy and pained. "There. If I allow you to service our soldiers when I am through with you, they will all know the kind of woman they are fucking, whether they take you from the front or rear."
Kalla saw him walk back to the table and return the hot iron to the brazier. "I hope you have learned your lesson about lying to me." She saw him walk back to stand directly in front of her and removed her gag. She gasped deeply for air, her chest heaving with each breath.
"Now, before you again lie to me, consider that I already know a lot more about you and your group of spies than you think. From our own intelligence – of course we have our own spies who have infiltrated your resistance groups – and from your comrades whose tongues we have already loosened, one quite literally." She heard the man laugh. "You might also want to remember how the hot iron feels on your back and stomach – and that I can also use it on your breasts. And inside your pussy. Imagine how that would feel. Worse than any pain you have felt so far." She slowly lifted her head to stare at him. "So what would you like to tell me now that you can do more than just nod or shake your head?"
Kalla continued to tremble. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, trying, but failing, to figure out a way to avoid more pain without betraying her comrades. But she knew that she could not hold out much longer. And she knew that she had been found by four Japanese soldiers in her apartment with an OTP on her desk. She knew she had no choice but to confess. "Yes … I am …. I mean … I did …. I spied … for Manchuria."
"Were you the intermediary between the Chinese resistance leaders outside Harbin and their operatives in Harbin?"
She hesitated before responding meekly, "Yes."
The man opened a briefcase and pulled out several photos. "I am going to show you some photos, each with a name written above it," he said. "You are to tell me first if the person is part of your cell, second, if the name above the photo is correct, and third, where I can find them."
She took a deep breath as he held up the photo of a young man.
"Yes. Yes." She responded without hesitation. "He stays at the red brick house two doors north of the train station." In that second, she had damned him, she knew. But she could do nothing else. She saw the man writing something on the back of the photo. Then he held up another photo, this time of a young woman.
"That is his girlfriend. My answers are all the same." Now she had damned two of the members of her top cell. The man held up a third photo. She did not recognize the woman in it.
"I don't know that woman," Kalla's voice quavered, afraid that the man would accuse her of lying and resume her torture. To her relief, the man moved immediately to the fourth photo, yet another woman.
"Yes. Yes," Kalla responded, "but I can't tell you where she is." The fear in her voice returned. This was a photo of Nomi, the cell member who had disappeared.
"You can't or you refuse?"
"I can't. She disappeared last week. We don't know if she was captured or killed or just deserted the cause."
She saw the man smile broadly and hold up a fifth photo. Kalla froze. She recognized the woman. In fact, she had expected hers to be the last photo. Certainly the Japanese knew that the Chinese generally operated in cells of five persons, and she had previously identified three of the other members of her top cell, so only one remained -- this woman. She tried to calm herself, and then decided, despite the risk, to lie. "No. I don't know this one, either."
"You are sure? Is her first name as we have it? June?"
"I don't … know this one, I said. Just like I didn't know the other one a few photos back."
"Except that we knew you didn't know that other woman. That was a control. This one we know that you know."
Kalla shook her head. "No, I don't."
"You had been doing so well until this very last photo, dear spy," the man chided her. "All you had to do was tell me the truth about this one, and I was going to spare you from further torture and send you to the pleasure camps. But now I can't do that. A second lie. Even after I warned you. And you know what happened after the first." The man walked back to the brazier and this time picked up a long, tapered iron. Unlike the iron that was only heated on its three letters at its end, this one glowed red for its full six-inch length.
"I'm sure you remember where I said this might go if you again lied to me?"
"Please. No! No! I have been telling you the truth, I have! You know that!" Kalla desperately tried to close her legs.
"Have been, yes. I agree. For the first four photos I showed you. But not for the fifth. I will give you one last chance. Is she your fifth cell member?"
Tears streaming down her face, Kalla shook her head. "I can't."
"You mean you won't. Very well."
"No! Please no!" Kalla closed her eyes tightly, sobbing hysterically. The man did not hesitate. He jammed the side of the iron lengthwise at the underside of her right breast and rolled it upward an inch, leaving a hideous six-inch burn along its base. Her face contorted in pain, her mouth open, her throat offering her raspy scream before her head slumped to her chest, burned in a continuous line twice as long as the first two burns and without the spaces needed to form letters.
* * * *
As soon as Kalla regained consciousness, and remembered her dire predicament, her muscles tightened and her arms pulled at the cuffs holding them to the metal frame. From behind her, she heard the man speak. "Welcome, back, my dear Chinese spy. I hope you got some good rest."
Her body trembled, then twisted vainly as she tried to free herself. The man moved in front of her. "So, are we ready to continue now?"
"I told you what I know! Everything!"
"Well, you told us some of the things you know. So now we have two of your comrades, a man and his girlfriend, whom we found at the red brick house that you identified. What do you call those? Safe houses? Not so safe when a captured Chinese spy knows about them, wouldn't you say?"
Kalla spit at the man, but he was too far from her. "Are you really sure you want to do that?" he questioned. "How much more do you want me to destroy your body? Your once very beautiful body, I might add. But that was a while ago." She watched him walk back to the brazier, pick up the tapered iron he had used on the underside of her right breast, and hold it up to her. "Remember this?"
Kalla shook her head furiously. "I told you. And you said you …. captured them both." She had betrayed them, just as Nomi had betrayed her. But she couldn't blame Nomi. Knowing that Nomi had faced torture as severe as she had. She wondered if the two new captives would forgive her after they realized what she had gone through, as they faced the same.
"Where is your fifth member? I know there were five in your cell. You denied knowing her, but we know that you do. And we haven't yet even begun to ask you about your contacts with the resistance leaders outside the city. The ones from whom you got your orders. So we still have a long way to go." She knew her situation was utterly hopeless and desperate, and that her torture was far from over. "So I'll give you a choice. You can start by identifying either the fifth member of your cell or your contacts inside the resistance leadership."
"But I told you! I don't know! That's not how it works!" Kalla screamed at him through her now hoarse and raspy throat.
"Now, Kalla, whether that is how it works for you and your fellow spies, you know how things work here, and what happens when you don't tell the truth." Her eyes widened and her mouth opened as he moved the tapered iron to the underside of her left breast. As he rolled it upward an inch, her pained whispers that were all the sound her throat could still make. Her head again slumped to her chest, her breathing labored.
"A woman spends a lot of time trying to make her body look the same on both sides, doesn't she? Symmetry. Women like symmetry." The man pulled the iron away and stepped back. "I have now given you that symmetry. Your breasts match. You can't see that yourself now, but after you do, you will want to thank me." He pulled her face by her hair to stare into her half-shut eyes. "Now is there something you want to tell me? Or should I give you to my men before I ruin you too much for them to want you?" Four men – two on each side – moved from behind her into her field of vision. Soldiers. With broad smiles. "I know what they hope your answer is."
"I told you. I don't know any more. Let me explain!" Kalla pleaded.
"Well, again, I would have thought by now you would have learned what the first thing is that happens when you don't give me an honest answer." She pleaded with him with her eyes, but knew he would show no mercy. "You forgot. Well, that's not good." She saw him nod to the two soldiers standing on his left, and they both immediately unbuttoned the flies to their khaki pants. She saw one move behind her, and felt his hands on her breasts and his penis pressed between her ass cheeks as it grew hard. She saw the soldier in front of her grab the sides of her face and moved his face close to hers. "I'm going to give him a few minutes start," the second soldier whispered, "since he will have more work to do than I will." He moved his hand down between Kalla's spread legs and inserted his index and middle fingers into her pussy to confirm she was already soaked from fear. "Yes. My job will be quite easy, now, won't it? You aren't quite so wet where he is going."
She felt the soldier behind her suddenly push himself into her anus, slowly, grunting every few seconds as he moved more deeply into her. She saw the soldier in front of her stared at her. She shut her eyes tightly, then opened them, over and over, praying to awaken from a nightmare. "No, spy, you are not dreaming. We are still here. And now I'm going to see if my friend and I can meet in the middle of your body." The soldier in front of her began to kiss the side of her neck as the soldier in back continued to wrap his hands around her body and squeeze her breasts. Her body lunged in whatever direction the soldiers pushed her. Her own hoarse cries of pain were drowned out by the grunts coming from the men's strong throats. Her body alternated between muscle tension and release, ultimately flopping about like a ragdoll as the two soldiers began to shout together a countdown starting at 10. When they reached zero, she felt both of them shoot their loads into her, the second soldier pulling himself out of her pussy to squirt the last of his liquid over her face and body.
"I'm sorry," she heard the man in charge say to the two other soldiers standing near him, apparently waiting their turns, "I'm going to give her another chance now. But I doubt it will be long before she again fails. Isn't that right, Kalla?" She stared at him. "So what shall it be? The fifth member of your cell, or your contacts with the resistance leaders?"
"The contacts," Kalla offered softly after a slight pause.
"Good. Now you told me that things didn't work the way I said. Just how do they work?"
"I visited the resistance leaders one time four months ago, and got my orders. Since then, I receive my orders, but in a way that does not let me know from whom they come."
"I am close to letting these other two soldiers have you after an answer like that." She saw the two other soldiers unbutton their flies, but then saw the man signal them to stop.
"The orders are left for me in an agreed location. I pick them up hours after they are left there. So I know only my orders and nothing else. And at the end of each of my orders, it tells me where and when I will find my next orders." Her breathing remained labored as she forced the words out. She looked down to see that the blood from the hot irons had begun to dry and clot, the burns and S-P-Y letters still red and ugly. "When did you receive your last set of orders? How many orders are in your apartment in all its clutter?"
"None. I only keep my most recent orders for a few minutes. I memorize and destroy them." She saw the man ponder her answer for a few moments.
"Tell me the last three orders that you received."
"The train bombing last month. The leaflet dropping two weeks ago. And two of us were to try to seduce two generals for information. That was the last message. But we didn't have a chance before …"
"You and the girlfriend we just captured?"
"And where and when are the next orders to be left for you?"
Kalla hesitated. She did not know for how longs she had been in the dungeon, not knowing for how long she had passed out. She feared that, if she answered the question, the man would send his soldiers to the spot and they might here catch the person as he – or she -- was delivering the message to the agreed-upon location. But the chance of that were reasonably low, while the chance that her torture would resume if she did not answer the question were nearly certain.
"In the Lost and Found at the train station. The one near the safe house." She cringed. "Thursday at 4 p.m. When it is busy. A yellow raincoat with a tag inside saying "'or Mama.' The orders are sewn into the right sleeve."
"Get the information to Fujiyama," she heard the man direct one of his soldiers. "Tell him to have two men watching from two hours before the pickup time. And arrest and bring here immediately the person asking for the lost raincoat." She saw the soldier hurriedly leave the room.
"Who provided your orders while you visited the resistance leaders outside Harbin?"
Kalla again hesitated, but when she saw the man's eyes widen in displeasure, she quickly blurted out, "General Ting Chao."
The man gave her an incredulous look. "The same as your last name? It is a very common name so it hadn't occurred to me to ask. Are you two related? His daughter?"
"Then we have a very special prisoner, don't we?"
Kalla stared straight ahead. "We both knew the dangers of my mission. He will do nothing to save me. I made him promise that before I left."
"So brave, my spy. So brave. But a special prisoner nonetheless. But you know what all this means, don't you?" She saw him stare at her and glanced down. "It means that the last thing that we need from you – and that you shall give us – is the name and whereabouts of the fifth member of your cell."
"No. I told you. I don't know the woman whose photograph you showed to me."
"Oh, I know differently, dear Kalla. So it's time for your two other friends," the man nodded at the two soldiers who again began to unbutton their flies, "to have their turns. And then we will see who might get seconds with you."
Kalla saw the man walk to the door of the dungeon to speak with another man who had just entered. Her field of vision was interrupted as the two new soldiers began to press their bodies into hers as she heard the heavy steel door slam.
These two, though, were harder on her. They squeezed her breasts harder and bit her nipples. It seemed that they were going to rip her in two. She closed her eyes and tried to move her mind far away.
The only advantage was that they excited more easily and were finished faster. She hoped she would have some time to rest and recover, but, to her horror, when she opened her eyes, three more men were standing in front of her, including the one to whom the man in charge had been speaking by the door earlier. What did he call him? Oh, yes. Fujiyama. This time they took her one at a time. She felt the pain in her pussy as it was pounded raw. And the far greater pain in her anus. Was this the third time she had been sodomized in the last few hours? Or the fourth? She couldn't remember. And then Fujiyama brought over a footstool, climbed up it and inserted a ring gag into her mouth. Apparently he did want his penis tainted with the dripping semen planted there by other men and had chosen a fresh target. She felt him push into her mouth and into her throat. It wasn't long before his liquid was burning her throat. After that, finally, her mind was able to snap shut and her head fell to her chest as she lost control of her bladder, and a mixture of urine, blood and semen fell from her body to the floor between her spread ankles.
* * * *
Kalla felt her hair pulled to force her head up off her chest. Then a few slaps across her face. She moaned. "I hope your last hour was as good for you as mine was for me." She could feel the man's face close to hers. "You see, your two comrades, the ones you betrayed, we've been questioning them. Separately of course. The woman was tough at first. Almost as tough as you. But she was in love with her tits. A nice set, I might add. Much fuller than yours. So when I pushed the first two skewers through them and told her that I was going to hang her by the skewers and whip her until they were ripped out of her breasts, you know what? She talked. Told me where to find the four other members of her supporting cell. After which I hung her by her tits anyway and told the men they could have her for an hour while I came back to visit you. When I return, I'll let her keep as much of her tits as are still attached to her body. I'm just kind that way. As far as her boyfriend, he was easy. Men are much more susceptible to pain than women, aren't they? They say it's because women are given the strength to survive the pain of childbirth, but I don't think that's it. I think it's because men love their pricks even more than women love their tits. I told the boyfriend that I would feed him his dick if he didn't talk. Took less than 10 minutes. And then you know what I did to him?" The man laughed. "No, I'm not that predictable. He still has it. At least for now. But I put a gradually tightening metal wire around it and let the men make a bet whether he would keep his prick longer than his girlfriend kept her tits. And I couldn't have made that bet without your assistance, could I? I'm sure your two friends appreciate that. I did make sure to tell them that you were the one who betrayed them. They seemed rather disappointed in you. But pleased when I assured them that your torture was as brutal as theirs."
Kalla spit at the man again, this time hitting her target squarely on his cheek. He looked at her and smiled, not bothering to wipe off her saliva. "I am glad to see that you still have at least a bit of liquid in you. From what I see on the floor, I wasn't sure you did."
She saw him move away from her toward the still glowing brazier and pick up the S-P-Y iron, which still glowed red as he returned to face her. Not bothering to remind her of the rules, he jammed it just above her breasts, with the letter P centered just below her neck. Her voice had not recovered, and she managed only a raspy cry of hideous pain. He returned the iron to the brazier, and picked up the tapered one he had used before on the undersides of her breasts. She shook her head desperately as her eyes welled with tears as he held the hot iron in front of her.
"Now, just so you know, if you don't tell me where the fifth member of your cell is, I am going to jam all six inches of this up your pussy, and then I'm going to leave it there and get another iron to jam up your ass!" Kalla realized that this was the first time he had screamed at her. The first time that his voice was not calm and he had lost his temper. He had already branded her three times with the word "S-P-Y." Three square inches of her flesh three times. And he had rolled the tapered iron over another 12 square inches of her ribs and the undersides of her breasts. She had offered up the two members of her cell, whom he said they had captured and who had told him everything they knew. She herself had not been able to give him anything valuable about her contacts with the Chinese resistance leaders. She had revealed that General Ting Chao was her father, but that was of no real use to this man, since her father had sworn he would do nothing to rescue her if she was captured. And she had refused to give him the name and whereabouts of the fifth member of her cell. So instead of being able to destroy the entire spy operation in Harbin, there still would be left uncaptured and unknown one of the four lines of resistance cells. A significant dent in their operations, yes, but not the total destruction that he obviously thought he could achieve.
Kalla stared back at him, then down at her body. "You have … already … destroyed me." Her body was trembling constantly and she was struggling for air after the last branding on her chest. "I ... will never … tell you!"
"You will, you bitch!" the man waved the iron across her body.
Kalla spit at him and again she hit her target. The man angrily jammed the iron up her pussy in one thrust. Her hoarse grunts expressed more pain than any full-throated scream could have. Through bleary eyes she saw him race back to the brazier and pull out two more tapered heated irons. As promised, he jammed one up her anus. By now, Kalla's mouth was wide open, but the tortured sounds escaping her throat were barely audible. She saw the man move back in front of her shaking body and jam the third iron into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes widened as her lungs sucked in heated metal instead of air and burned down her esophagus. Her mind whirled. And shut down as her head thrust backward, her open eyes gazing lifelessly at the ceiling.
* * * *
Nomi lay on her back on the box spring that served as her bed. Her wrists were cuffed to the sides of her head. Her ankles were spread high in the air, cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling. Her mouth was held wide open by a ring gag behind her teeth. And she was naked.
She had lost track of the number of days she had been restrained like this. Three? Four? And the number of Japanese soldiers who had fucked her. Dozens, certainly. Eight a day? Ten? Her keeper had told her that the next day his men would change her position and bend her over a pole, so that they could sodomize her as well. And he had also made clear that, as soon as the men tired of her, he would make sure that she suffered a slow and agonizing death. After all, she was a convicted spy.
* * * *
The woman knew something was very wrong when, at the next scheduled meeting of the top cell, she was the only one there. Rumors around the city confirmed her worst fears – or at least confirmed them as best she would ever learn: After Nomi had been captured, she gave up the names of the other four spies in the top cell, three of whom had since been captured and a manhunt was on to find and capture the fifth and final member. To find and capture her.
Her own cell and all of its lines were still operative and she knew that must continue at all costs, as that was all that was left of the Chinese spy operation in Harbin. But she also knew that she could no longer be the one leading it. No, she must turn its control over to her second-in-command and flee the city, lest she endanger the only spy lines still operating in Harbin. The other four had to change their locations and everything else about their operations that they could so that, if captured, she would not know enough to betray them under torture.
Where would she flee? She knew the answer. To her father on the outskirts of the city. To General Ting Chao.
June Chao could only pray that the demise of her brave older sister, Kalla, had not been too painful or prolonged for her. But, June was all too familiar with the methods of the Japanese invaders, and she knew that this was one prayer that would not be answered.