It had all gone perfectly. All according to plan.

The Tibetan rebels had learned that Fang Hito, attache to the military general in charge of the Chinese troops in the country, had taken his young wife, Qi, for the weekend to a secluded cabin on the outskirts of Shigatse, a city of 80,000 about 150 miles southwest of the Chinese military headquarters in Lhasa. [See Fang and Qi Photos] As importantly, the rebels learned that, with no previous rebel activity in the area, they had brought with them a security detail of only two soldiers.

Sending just half a dozen of rebels, the resistance had easily surprised, overpowered and killed the two security soldiers in the middle of the night, entered the cabin and found Fang and Qi naked in a lover's embrace in the bedroom, his uniform and her expensive red-silver dress tossed together with their underwear on the floor by the bed. They had forced the pair, still naked, out of the house into a waiting van, and driven them to the rebels' only safe house in the city, where they were marched, unseen, to its sound-proof basement. This was a major victory for the rebels, since it would help them re-focus the attention of China, and the world, on the illegal Chinese occupation and rule of Tibet that had now lasted sixty years.

The six rebels left their captives in the hands of two of their loyal female members who lived in the city, Kai-Ying, a 26-year old school teacher, and Na, a free-spirited 23 year old without a permanent job [see Kai-Ying and Na Photos], while they went out to spread word of their capture of the Chinese pair, which would quickly reach the Chinese military authorities in Lhasa.

Though younger than Kai-Ying, the more militant Na immediately assumed control over the captives. With Kai-Ying's reluctant help, Na moved back-to-back the two chairs on which the rebels had restrained Fang and Qi, so that they faced away from each other. Na re-tied their arms so that their elbows interlocked, with their wrists tied to the arms of the chairs. Their ankles had been tied to the chairs' legs, which forced their legs apart.

Na thrust a small rag into each of their mouths, securing it in place with heavy duct tape. She didn't want, or need, to hear anything from either of them. Na explained to Kai-Ying that she next was going to add several touches "to make sure they don't try to escape," but her true motivation, Kai-Ying knew, was otherwise. As Na had often told her, Na's family had been one of the wealthiest before the Chinese takeover in 1950, and, although that was long before Na's birth, she resented that the Chinese had taken it all away. Na lived for revenge, and she finally had an opportunity. Even if her express instructions from the rebels were not to kill or maim the captives, she could do anything else that she wanted to them while she was in charge. And what exactly did the word "maim" mean anyway?

Chapter 2

Na tied a single strap of leather around both captives' necks, not tight enough to choke them, but tight enough to keep their heads together and to force them to look straight ahead. She next took a roll of razor wire and wrapped and tied one end around the base of Fang's scrotum, then looped it around the base of his limp penis. Fang could offer no more than muffled grunts in protest.

Na pulled the roll of wire under Fang's chair, then under Qi's chair, and ran it up Qi's chair between her labia to her chest. Na circled Qi's right breast with the wire, pulled out an extra foot, and cut the wire from the remaining roll. Na pulled the extra wire around Qi's left breast and twisted its end around itself to secure it. Qi's muffled screams now joined Fang's. Na put the remaining roll of wire on a table near the wall.

"Come on, you two" Na laughed. "I didn't even tighten it. How much can it hurt yet?" Na's assurance was belied by the thin lines of red that formed around the bases of Qi's breasts and Fang's scrotum and penis. Blood also dripped from between Qi's legs where the wire was no longer visible.

Kai-Ying wondered if Na had already violated her instructions, and feared that both would get into trouble if she had. But Kai-ying did not have the nerve to stand up to Na.

"I suggest that neither of you move," Na advised her captives, "since any movement by either of you will tighten the wire and cause both of you considerable pain. So would an increase in the thickness of your penis," Na looked at Fang, "so I suggest that you let nothing arouse you." Na wore with her jeans and belt only a white bikini top above her waist that barely restrained her ample chest. She moved in front of Fang's chair, leaned over toward him, and began to kiss his cheek with her open mouth, making sure that the leather strap around his neck forced him to stare directly at her chest. She first began to stroke his scrotum, then his penis. Fang fought to control his reaction to Na's touch, but he could not. His natural instincts soon took over. As his penis enlarged and thickened, the wire around it dug in more deeply. Fang's screams grew louder, his own excitement the cause of his increased pain. He involuntarily lunged his hips forward to try somehow to ease the grip of the wire. But, in so doing, he pulled the wire tighter around Qi's breasts and deeper between her labia. When her screams grew, and he realized that he was the cause, Fang tried to ease his hips back down to reduce her pain at the same time that he added to his own. But, once tightened, the wire did not give back as much as it had taken, and Qi's screams continued.

The more conservative Kai-Ying had come to the house from her classroom, wearing the same plain tan dress that she had worn to school that day. Well, no dress that she wore could be considered plain, particularly with its low cut neckline that her male high school students greatly appreciated. They had no idea of her loyalty to the rebels.

Kai-Ying was growing nervous and impatient with Na. "I'm going to wait outside and watch for them to come back. It shouldn't be long, I would think, at least for the first of them to return. I will come back to tell you when I see them so that you can take a minute to straighten up here as best you can before they come in." She looked at Na. "And remember your instructions or you'll get us both killed," Kai-Ying added disgustedly, as she walked up the steps of the basement. Her footsteps could be heard across the floor just above the basement, and, after the sound of a door opening and closing, there was quiet upstairs.

Chapter 3

"Now just the three of us," Na began, as she walked over to Qi's chair. Na grabbed the wire just below Qi's breasts. "Tell me, why do you insist on oppressing my people?" Qi's eyes darted down to look at Na's hand, knowing that even the slightest pull would force the wire deeper into her. She wanted to shake her head to deny that she was an oppressor, but the leather strap prevented her. Not that a denial would have mattered to Na.

"For my entire life, no, for almost three times as long as my entire life, you and your people have oppressed mine. When is it going to end?" Na's grip on the wire tightened, until a line of blood begin to drip from her hand, but she ignored the blood and did not pull on the wire, her attention focused entirely on Qi. "And, worse, you have made love with the oppressors. You have enjoyed his prick. And let him enjoy your breasts. Why should these not be removed so this will not continue to happen?"

To Na's pleasure, she could see the panic in Qi's eyes as Qi wondered what Na was going to do next. Na found this delicious. Qi knew that she was in the presence of a crazy woman. A woman who might do anything to her. Who had already rigged this hideous device and was just one pull on it away from destroying her body and her womanhood and probably her life. "I'll let you think about it for a minute," Na released her grip on the wire. The muscles in Qi's sweating body relaxed slightly.

Na moved to Fang's chair and saw that this penis was once again gone limp, ringed with blood from the wire. "Why should we allow that to make babies who will grow up to become more oppressors?" Na gripped Fang's scrotum. "I don't think we should." Na smiled when she saw that Fang was even more terrified than Qi. "Men are so weak." Na released her grip. "Here's the rest of the plan."

Na walked back to the table and picked up the remaining roll of razor wire. Fang could see what she was doing. Qi, facing away, could only listen. "I'm going to connect this wire to the wire around your scrotum, and then run it all the way back here," Na explained what she was doing as she did it. "Then I'm going to attach the end of the wire to this chest. She looped the wire and secured it to the lock on the front of a heavy metal chest. "And I'm going to slide the chest until it is on top of this trap door that leads to an escape passage below the basement, built in case the house is ever invaded by your soldiers. There are about six feet of space under the basement, so it's quite a drop."

"The door is opened by this automatic lever in the floor, right over here." Fang could still see. Qi still could not. "For speed, since we would have only a few seconds to escape, the door drops down. Faster than having to lift it." Fang understood what Na was doing, but forced himself to remain still, knowing that his movement would harm Qi.

"All I, or anyone, has to do is step on this lever here," Na held her foot over it. "The door will drop down, the chest will fall six feet, and with it the wire will be pulled six feet. And six feet is more than enough to tighten all of the loops around the parts of your body unfortunate to wrapped in them. This may not be what the door was originally designed for, but it will serve its purpose if need be. Which remains to be seen." Revenge would be sweet if anyone tried to rescue these two. With just one small step.

"If you could talk, of course," Na continued, relishing her position of control over the lives of these two oppressors, "you would tell me that I'm crazy to have devised such a demise for you. But, really, is it worse than what you have done to us for 60 years? And to how many more of our people have you done it? I think not. I think it's just a small token of what we owe you."

Chapter 4

Na remained quiet for a few minutes, looking around the room, admiring her work, watching the fear in her captives' eyes, who anxiously waited for her next move.

All three heard footsteps across the floor above them. The door to the basement opened. "They're back. I saw them down the road. They'll be here in a few minutes." Kai-Ying appeared, stopping three steps from the bottom. "I hope you haven't done anything to them that you weren't supposed to do."

Na walked toward her. "Listen, you need to stop telling me ..." A hand from behind Kai-Ying suddenly pushed her down on top of Na, sending them both sprawling to the ground. In an instant, two men were on top of them, sitting on their stomachs, grabbing and holding their arms over their heads, then rolling them over. A third man handed the first two men handcuffs that they used quickly to secure the women's wrists behind their backs. Taking no chances, the third man handed them another set of cuffs that they used to secure the women's ankles. Having secured them, they pulled them back to their feet.

"What the fuck?" Na screamed at Kai-Ying. "What happened?"

"I'm so sorry," Kai-Ying hung her head. "They were on top of me before I saw them, before I had a chance. There were at least 10 of them. They forced me with a gun at my head to say what I said."

"You are a fucking idiot," Na continued to scream. "Do you think they're not going to kill you anyway?"

The two men who had cuffed them pushed Na and Kai-Ying against the wall. The third moved toward Fang and Qi, and removed their gags, while a fourth, a Captain who appeared to be their leader, watched. At last able to talk, Fang screamed, "Don't touch anything. Be careful. It's all booby trapped !! And watch your steps" In panicked breaths, Fang explained their situation. The third man, who appeared to be a Lieutenant second in charge, examined the wires attached to Fang's and Qi's bodies, and then followed the wire to the chest and the trap door.

"That one. That one," Qi nodded toward Na. "She's the one. She's the one who did this. That one. That one."

"Everyone quiet." The Captain called over the Lieutenant and spoke to him in hushed tones. "All right. Here's what I think we do." The Lieutenant listened intently. "First, the other rebels aren't coming back here. They will have seen what has happened here. There must already be a crowd outside. It's not usual here to see ten soldiers storm a home. So those will escape. We have only these two. If we take them in for kidnapping, we can prove they are failed kidnappers and have them shot. But what will that gain us? A showing that their plot failed. That we are strong and they are weak? How much does that accomplish?"

Fang and Qi were imploring the Captain to order his men to cut the wires holding them. The Captain looked up and shouted toward them. "We are figuring out what's best to do. A minute more." "What's best?" Qi screamed. "Just cut the wires. Cut the wires !!"

"But, what if they did not fail," the Captain spoke quietly, directly into the Lieutenant's ear. "Then the rebels will be viewed as strong, and, better, they will be viewed as monsters for the manner in which they disposed of their captives. No one in this city ... or the country or the world, for that matter ... will have sympathy for them. All sympathies will shift to us. Do you agree?" The Lieutenant stood back a step from the Captain and nodded. "Much better for us. Yes," he replied.

Chapter 5

The Lieutenant moved toward Kai-Ying, grabbed her arm and marched her toward the trap door. "What are you doing?" Fang screamed, as he soldier lifted her off the ground ... and dropped her directly on the trap door lever. The door opened and the heavy chest fell through it.

Fang could see the wire drop with the chest, and, a second later, his screams became inhumane as the loops around his scrotum and penis tightened completely, severing them and dropping them to the floor under his chair. The razor wire next pulled deeper between Qi's legs before closing the loops around her breasts and severing them from her body, dropping them at her feet. Blood spurted all around the two helpless captives. Their screams continued for a few more seconds until their heads slumped to their chests. Or, in Qi's case, to what remained of her chest.

Na screamed in ecstasy as she watched the scene. Her device worked. Whether by accident or intent, it had destroyed two of the oppressors.

The Lieutenant raised Kai-Ying to her knees. He took a step back, pulled out his pistol, and fired one shot into the back of her head. Her body lurched forward, nearly to the trap door. He moved to it, removed her handcuffs and ankle cuffs, moved her hands above her head and kicked her legs apart just a bit. Trying to make it look like the way she would have fallen had she not been cuffed.

The Captain addressed his men. "It appears that we arrived just as the two rebels had used their insidious device to mutilate and execute their two captives. A second earlier and the Lieutenant would have shot that one," he pointed at Kai-Ying's body, "before she was able to step on the lever. But we were too late. That one," he pointed to Na, still held against the wall by the two other men, "was responsible for the kidnapping and for rigging the device. Privates, take her outside," he nodded in the direction of the men, "and explain to everyone gathered that the rebels mutilated and killed their captives, that all will learn the horrible method that they used to do so in the papers tomorrow, and that this one is responsible. Then string her up to the beam of the house and whip her in front of the crowd until your arms are too tired to whip her more. Then execute her in the appropriate manner." Na, still excited over the success of her device, did not change her expression upon learning her own horrible fate. "Long live the revolution !!" she shouted.

One of the men took the rag that had been used to gag Qi and pushed it into Na's mouth, securing it with a fresh piece of duct tape. They couldn't have even a condemned rebel tell a different story to the crowd than the Captain's official version. The two privates marched Na up the stairs and out of the house.

"You take pictures of this," the Captain directed the Lieutenant. "Hundreds of pictures. I want the horror of this scene on all the front pages of every paper in the country. In the world. Let's see what kind of support the rebels can muster after that."

Chapter 6

A few minutes later the Captain marched up the stairs to join the crowd. By the time that he reached the top step, he could see that the crowd was much larger than he had anticipated. This town was not a rebel stronghold. Most of its residents had no sympathy for the rebels, and wanted to see a rebel who had performed such hideous acts as they had heard receive her just punishment. Others just wanted to see the torture of an attractive woman who all knew would soon be naked and helpless. As he pushed open the door to the outside, the Captain could see that his soldiers -- the two Privates as well as six more soldiers who had not entered the basement, but remained outside to secure the house, were carrying out his orders exactly as he had issued them.

Na's handcuffs had been removed from behind her back and reattached so that she now hung by her wrists from the top beam of the house, her ankles still cuffed, her toes at least six inches above the ground so that there was no reason for her even to struggle to try to reach it to take pressure off her wrists and shoulders. Not that the pain in her wrists and shoulders was Na's primary concern at the moment.

She still wore her bikini top and jeans, but no shoes, and her ankles remained cuffed together. The white top, however, was now a pink color, darkening into a red, as, every five or six seconds, a lash from a studded cat o' nine tails dug into a part of her flesh above her hips until no part was left unmarred. Perhaps fifty lashes in just the few extra minutes that it took the Captain to exit the house. Each soldier would give five lashes before passing the whip to the next soldier.

The Captain thought that Na, who had devised such a horrific torture for her captives would be a tough one, and maybe, under other circumstances, she might have been. But with this kind of whip digging deeply into her flesh with every blow, she was now no more than a whimpering criminal begging for mercy, at least that was what she must be trying to do, the Captain thought, through her gagged mouth.

The Captain decided to watch for a few minutes. The whipping paused briefly as one of the soldiers walked up to Na, unbuckled her belt and pulled her jeans down to her ankles, the cuffs preventing him from pulling them entirely off. Under her jeans she wore, not surprisingly, the thong bottom of the white bikini.

The soldier stepped away, and another lashed out with the whip, directing it across her thighs. Within two minutes, ugly red lines crossed Na's body from her stomach to below her knees, matching those lines already crossing her body from her shoulders to her stomach. Her screams continued as the soldiers turned her body to give the backs of her legs and her buttocks equal treatment, just as they had earlier turned her to whip her back.

The Captain watched with approval as one of the soldiers used his rifle to push Na's legs outward so that the whip could target the soles of her feet. Knowing the nerves there, the Captain was not surprised when, even with most of her energy spent, Na's screams increased as blow after blow landed there. When the soldier finally removed his rifle and allowed Na's legs to fall, she hung limply by her wrists.

But the soldiers were still far from finished, especially knowing that their Captain had stayed to see how well they were following orders. One soldier approached the hanging Na, and, to the delight of the crowd, grabbed the front of her bikini top and yanked it off, revealing that, while her large breasts had been striped in several places, and lines of red had soaked into the bra, causing its pink color, they did not show the same degree of damage as the rest of her.

Not yet at least, as that would now change. Lash after lash was directed across her unprotected breasts. The pain jolted Na back into her horrible reality and she again screamed. After 20 lashes it was difficult to recognize that, less than 30 minutes ago, there had been two large beautiful breasts where now there was a mass of red.

Chapter 7

The soldiers were still not finished with Na. One walked up to her, and, with the crowd yelling its approval, pulled down her thong bikini to reveal her completely shaved pussy. The roar from the crowd intensified. He uncuffed her ankles and pulled her pants and thong completely off, leaving her entirely naked. He chained each ankle separately, and attached the other ends of the chains to the posts at the opposite sides of the porch, spreading her widely for the whip. The soldier then moved back to Na, ripped the duct tape off her mouth and removed the rag that had gagged her. The Captain smiled. The soldier knew that Na had no strength left to tell anyone what had actually happened in the basement. Having the gag removed would not only allow everyone to hear her scream more loudly, but it would add to Na's frustration at being unable to convince anyone of the truth, even if she had the strength to try.

The soldier holding the whip now leaned over to give him the right angle to whip up between Na's legs. The first struck with a sickening sound as it tore flesh from between her legs. As horrible with one blow as what the wire that Na had put between Qi's legs had done to her. And that first blow was followed by a second, a third, a fourth. All in exactly the same place. Na's throat was so hoarse and raspy that it was painful just to hear her scream. After the fourth blow, the soldier straightened his body and began to whip down, from between what remained of Na's body to her pussy. Again. And again. Na's body trembled and shook uncontrollably, her raspy screams now barely audible.

Finally, the soldier looked over to the Captain, obviously asking whether this was enough. Instead of answering him, the Captain strode up to him and took the whip from his hands. Then the Captain turned, and, to the great satisfaction of the crowd, lashed every part of Na's body once more. Across her chest and hips, between her legs, across her back and buttocks and thighs. With each lash her body jolted. Her mouth was wide open, but no sounds now escaped from it But the Captain was sure that, in Na's own mind, her screams were deafening.

The Captain handed the whip back to the soldier and nodded, then turned and walked away. After a few dozen steps, however, he knew that he had to turn around and watch until the very end.

The soldiers unchained Na's ankles and lowered her so that her feet were together and her toes could touch the ground, though her wrists remained chained overhead. One soldier placed a black hood over her head and secured it at her neck. He then signaled that those in the crowd could approach the woman. Many did. Some spat on her, others scratched at her wounds, others felt between her legs or fondled her breasts to see what remained of them.

When all in the crowd had finally moved away, six of the soldiers moved about 15 feet away from Na, and formed a line. Unable to hold herself up any longer, Na's knees buckled and her body sagged, but her heavy breathing and trembling body were clearly noticeable.

A seventh soldier shouted "Ready," and the six members of the firing squad all raised their rifles upright. The seventh soldier paused for a longer than normal time, and the crowd cheered as the waiting and terrified Na lost control of her bladder, and her urine shot to the ground in a powerful stream.

"Aim," the soldier shouted, then again waited a longer than usual time. All watched Na's body continue to shake uncontrollably. All were enjoying the added terror to her of dragging out the final word.

"Fire." Six shots rang out. Three struck her in the chest, two in the middle of the stomach, one just above her pubic bone. Na's body lurched forward until her chained wrists were stretched taut. As her body recoiled, she lost control of her bowels, her feces dropping to join her urine underneath her. Her body slid back, her hooded head fell, and she hung motionless. A soldier approached her, held two fingers to her neck, and nodded in the Captain's direction.

If this crowd were any barometer, there would be no sympathy for these rebels anywhere in this country, the Captain thought. What a great plan he had come up with. On the spur of the moment. And it had worked. At the expense of two innocent lives. Fang and Qi. Well, one innocent life, perhaps. Since Fang's attitude about the rebels had been just like the Captain's own. And, obviously, the Captain was no innocent.

The Captain watched as two of his soldiers unchained Na's wrists, and allowed her to fall to the ground below, her body landing in her own urine and feces. They left it there, and four of the soldiers formed a detail around it to prevent anyone from stealing it. Later that day they would throw her body, together with Kai-Ying's, into an unmarked ditch. They had served their purpose extraordinarily well.