Chapter 118 Erika Enslaved
After the breathless and bespectectacled young aide had brushed past Baron
Gutmayer he raced to the captain's cabin, almost colliding with a muscular,
ear-ringed sailor who was backing out of the room reluctantly, as if reluctant
to take his eyes off of whatever or whomever was inside.
Stepping around him, the young man stepped inside the cabin just as General
Wang was addressing Hsi Fong.
"Our German friend is a fool," General Wang was explaining to Hsi Fong
scornfully. "I suspect that George Chan will pay me twice the amount of the
baron's debts to recover his ..." the general glanced coldly at Erika. "Slave."
"As always, General, you have proved yourself far more clever than the
barbarians," Hsi Fong bowed obsequiously
"General!" An agitated Cheng interrupted them, and then stopped dead in
his tracks as he squinted over the tops of the spectacles which had slipped down
over his nose. His jaw dropped at the sight of the naked young woman kneeling
on the floor with her back to the bed, her sperm-splattered breasts emblazoned
with three angry stripes and a thin trickle of crimson running downward from her
left aureole
"Ah, Mr Cheng. I am surprised to see you back from the Black Pagoda so
soon. I thought you were going to wait for your old classmate, Chiang Chan?
You will remember our lovely guest, of course, who entertained us so charmingly
at the house of his father?"
General Wang's young adjutant nodded, only half-conscious of his commanding
officer's words. Cheng adjusted the frames of his spectacles into place, and
exhaled softly as the statuesque young blonde came into focus. Her wrists
seemed to be lashed behind her back by invisible cords, and her creamy,
scarlet-wealed breasts were splashed with a few random strands of semen to match
those that clung to the underside of her lip and the corners of her mouth. In
other words, she looked much as she had looked when he had last seen her, when
she had pleasured the general and his party at the banquet.
Despite his feverish longings, the bookish-looking young aide had never
even seen a naked woman prior to the night of the banquet, much less made love
to one. As Erika's veils were slowly stripped away, he had gaped at her
magnificent body like a nervous schoolboy, fearful of her accusing stare when
she turned toward him, yet enraptured by the sight of her nude body when she
looked away. He had avoided meeting her eyes, because, at least at the
beginning of the evening, Erika had searched his face imploringly for a trace of
pity, a hint of empathy for a young woman of his own age who had been ensnared
by a band of predatory vultures.
At first he had been a rather tentative predator himself, joining in
Erika's subjugation mostly because he was fearful of displeasing his master. But
as the night wore on, and the indecencies and cruelties mounted, his diffidence
had blossomed into a manly ardor. By the end of the evening, young Cheng had
cast off all of his long-held inhibitions and had taken part in the cruel
depravities of his much older companions with an enthusiasm that matched their
own.
"Yes, General, of course," Cheng stammered, his eyes avoiding Erika's, and
darting skittishly from her luscious breasts to her fleecy golden triangle and
back again. "But you don't understand ..."
"What is it, Cheng, that I do not understand?" General Wang snapped at his
adjutant irritably.
"Forgive me, sir. But the Chans are dead, General! Both of them!"
Erika was jolted to attention by the young aide's words. Could it be true?
What did this mean as far as her own fate was concerned?
"What?!? Cheng, if you've been drinking ..."
"Sir, I swear to you on the grave of my father's father! I just came from
the Black Pagoda where I was waiting outside for Chiang Chan, talking to the
Scorpion at the front gate. I don't know exactly what happened, but suddenly we
heard shots and then there were people rushing around everywhere. Within a few
minutes, there were Scorpions swarming around the Pagoda, coming from all
directions. You've never seen so many black shirts!" Cheng paused, out of
breath.
"But how do you know that Richard Chan is dead?" Hsi Fong asked, his eyes
narrowing into tiny slits.
"At one point Chiang Chan came out and told the Scorpions that his uncle
had slain his father, and had tried to kill him, and that he had been forced to
killed his uncle in self-defense."
The two senior officials fell silent considering this strange turn of
events.
"What if it's a trap, General?" Hsi Fong asked. "You told me yourself that
your meeting with them had not gone well."
"Indeed." The general's brow furrowed in concentration. "Richard Chan is
as suspicious as an aging concubine and as cunning as a cobra. " General Wang
removed his hat and ran a hand over his gleaming bald skull, as he considered
the possibilities, while he slowly edged closer to the bed.
There had seemed to be a great deal of tension between the Brothers Chan
when he had met with them earlier {chapter 96}. Even George's son, Chiang Chan,
had appeared to sense it. Could the palpable tension in Richard Chan's salon
have been a ruse to ensnare him? It seemed impossible that it could be so, and
yet ... and yet ... It would not do to underestimate Richard Chan, who had the
reputation of being the most dangerous - and the most subtle - man between Hong
Kong and Vladivostok. "It may be a trap, my friend. It may be. Time is the
greatest teacher. We shall have to wait and see."
"Cheng!" the general snapped, making his decision. "Take a couple of my
men along with you and return to the Black Pagoda and see what else you can
discover." Cheng frowned in disappointment. His eyes had not left Erika's body
since he had entered the cabin.
"There will be time enough for that later, Cheng," snapped the general, as
if he were reading his aide's mind. "If what you say is true, our guest's visit
will be prolonged indefinitely. Now get back to the Black Pagoda - I want to
know everything - everything, you understand! - that has taken place there."
"Yes, sir. Of course, sir," Cheng bowed to the the general and the
commissioner, took a last, lingering glance at Erika's naked body, and then
fled the room as hastily as he had entered it. When he had disappeared down the
corridor, General Wang turned his attentions to Erika Weiss, alongside whom he
now stood.
"It seems that you have a new admirer, fraulein," he began with a salacious
leer. "But you two will have to ... renew your acquaintance ... at another
time. For the moment, it appears that you will be our guest for somewhat longer
than I had anticipated." A wolfish smile crossed the evil-eyed general's face
as he reached down and took Erika's tender nipples between his fingertips and
jerked on them so violently that it was clear that he wanted Erika to rise from
her kneeling position.
His ruthless fingers never relaxed the painful pressure on her nipple-buds
as Erika clambered awkwardly to her feet, her golden hair wild about her
shoulders, her panties still wadded at half-mast around her naked thighs.
Meanwhile the Commissioner of the Imperial Seal had circled around behind her,
and Erika felt the edges of his ring scraping against her delicate flesh as he
felt between her legs.
General Wang's voice was as icy as a Tibetan mountaintop. "The baron
told me that you have quite recovered from your recent ... indisposition,
fraulein, and that you are once again the picture of health. I sincerely hope
that he spoke the truth. Because if George Chan is indeed dead, I will have
been cheated of a great deal of money. And I fear," he hissed as his talons
tightened on Erika's sword-ravaged breast-nuggets, "that it will be up to you to
make good my loss. My very sizable loss."
As the general's cruel fingers gouged relentlessly at the tips of her
breasts, Erika bit her lip and just managed to keep from crying out in pain.
But she was unable to suppress the shudder of trepidation that swept through her
naked body.
Noticing her fearful quaver, the corners of the general's cruel mouth
curled into a leer of sinister satisfaction. "Welcome to the Yang-tze Dragon,
Miss Weiss. I promise you a sea voyage quite unlike any that you have
experienced in the past ...."
