Chapter 127 ... And the Housemaid's Dessert
The baron ran his tongue over his thin lips as he watched the exquisite
Chinese beauty desperately trying to contort her slim body into the desired
position. Cupping his heavy testicles in his left hand, he flicked the insides
of Ju's tautly-stretched thighs with the cane again, knowing how sensitive that
supple flesh must be. He felt a surge of pleasure race through his genitals as
she gasped in pain and her torso writhed in misery, her dark-nippled breasts
dancing to each swift, sure stroke of the cane. For a moment Hans von Gutmayer
had the strange fancy that the eerie image of Mephistopheles on the wall behind
him was the impresario at a satanic ballet, that he had chosen the baron to
conduct and that he had selected this exquisite young creature to perform the
sensual Devil's Dance.
And indeed Ju's nearly nude body seemed to shimmer to an unheard rhythm.
Her honey-gold legs and torso were bathed in perspiration as she strained to
hold her body steady at the desired angle without releasing her grip on her
ankles.
"Level, meine liebe, level," the baron cautioned her ominously.
But try though she might, she could not. "I - I can't...." she gasped.
"Unsinn!" the baron snarled. "Nonsense, fraulein! You merely need a
little motivation. THWICKK!! The cane left a dark, diagonal streak that
extended across her bare belly from her ribcage to her hipbone.
"Oouwww! Please ... I'm trying ..."
The Baron eyed Ju's sweat-gleaming breasts, her dark, cane-teased
nipples pointing almost directly upward, quivering from the dreadful strain of
her position. Until quite recently he had honored Ju's pleas to spare her
exquisite love-mounds the severe discipline he would normally have accorded
breasts of such beauty and shapeliness, because she had been nursing her child.
But he had vowed to himself during those months that he would make up for lost
time once the little brat had been weaned, as he now had been.
During their last encounter the sight of his almond-eyed housemaid's pert
brown nipples crushed between the crocodilian jaws of the spring-clamps had
excited him beyond measure. But that, he mused with a cruel smile, had only
been on a small interest-payment on the debt of suffering that her sweet
pleasure-plums still owed him. The weeks and months ahead would test his
inventiveness, but they were bound to prove most gratifying....
The baron tapped the underside of Ju's breasts lightly with the evil
rattan. "You have another three seconds, puppchen, to obey my wishes -- or
your lovely breasts will pay the price. Shoulders flat!!"
Ju made yet another effort to obey, but the agonizing anal itching
thwarted her every attempt to hold her slender body in position. Her shoulders
were first too high, and then too low, and with her pelvis on fire, the left and
right sides of her body wavered up and down like a kite wafting on a westerly
breeze.
"Eins!" the baron rasped, as he positioned the cane across the center of
Ju's breasts with one hand and gave his pulsing, dark-veined phallus a
pleasurable squeeze with the other.
"N-no!" Ju tried to shift her weight, hoping against hope that doing so
would lessen the fierce cramping caused by the fiery chilis.
"Zwei!" The baron tapped the cane against Ju's love-plums a second time,
testing their resiliency. "I am losing patience, fraulein!"
"Please ... please..." Ju begged, as she tried to hold her nude body
perfectly level. But she could not quite quell the oscillation forced upon her
by the ferocious sting of the chilis. Finally, with a supreme effort she willed
her soft-skinned torso into the desired position.
But it was too late.
"Drei!!" The baron's grim outburst was followed instantaneously by a
withering breast-stroke that missed Ju's upthrust nipple-tips by no more than an
eyelash, leaving a nasty mark across both of her pebbly aureoles.
"Aaaiaaii!" Jiu cried out, as the punishing blow drove her shoulders down
into the desk top.
"Level, fraulein, level! Or you shall have another!"
Ju tried to lift her body, but the terrible chilis sent a convulsion
through her pelvis that doomed her attempt.
Gutmayer angrily whipped the rattan downward again, and this time the cane
found its targets, slicing into Ju's nipples with a vicious THWICCKK!!! that
send overpowering shudders of pleasure through his swollen genitals.
"Aaaaaghhhh!!"
" 'Level,' I said!"
Summoning all of her remaining strength, Ju lifted her shoulders until her
back was as flat as she could make it.
"Much better, fraulein," the baron acknowledged grudgingly, quite cognizant
of the heroic effort it had taken Ju to achieve and maintain the desired
position. "As I said, it was only a question of motivation. Now, let me
continue my dinner." Gutmayer stared admiringly at Ju's straining nudity for a
moment before continuing. "By candlelight."
A few seconds later, the tall Prussian placed the bright-burning candle he
had used to heat the sesame oil precisely in the middle of Ju's breastbone,
between her breasts and her chin. Even this slight additional weight added to
Ju's misery, and, what was worse, she knew that the least change of position,
the slightest tipping of her body would cause the shimmering droplets of hot wax
to overflow the candle-holder and stream down onto her defenseless breasts.
"Now, isn't this romantic," the baron said mockingly. "How about a toast,
my dear?" Holding up the champagne bottle, he exclaimed, "To our continued
friendship, fraulein." Then he poured a little champagne into Ju's delicious
navel.
The chill of the sparkling wine caused Ju's taut-stretched body to shiver
slightly.
"Steady!" the baron cautioned her, as he watched the candle-holder sway
lightly on her chest, its pool of hot wax challenging the edge of the candle's
depression. Then he leaned his head forward and swirled his tongue around in
her navel, enjoying the fresh crisp taste of the champagne.
"Ah! I see stars!" the baron whispered enthusiastically, echoing the words
of Dom Perignon, the Benedictine monk who had chanced upon the secret of
sparkling wine some two and a half centuries earlier. Gutmayer moved the bottle
southward and poured an ounce or so of wine on Ju's dark triangle, and watched
it trickle down into her love-slit before sweeping down with his tongue and
tasting the intimate champagne cocktail.
Unfortunately the touch of his probing tongue on Ju's clitoris, caused Ju's
body to wriggle salaciously, which in turn caused a minute amount of the hot wax
to leak down into the valley between her breasts.
Ju's body stiffened in pain, but she fought bravely to keep her body still,
knowing that any physical reaction would only make matters worse.
Amused by her discomfiture, Gutmayer poured another ounce of wine on Ju's
neatly-fringed pussy and then suckled her glistening vulva until the voluntary
trembling of her body caused the candle-holder to spill another few drops of
scalding liquid onto her chest.
The hot wax caused Ju's sweat-drenched body to shiver deliciously yet
again. The evil Prussian smiled at her predicament and then reached for one of
the covered dishes. "Ah! Mongolian Beef," he muttered to himself. "One of my
favorites. But rather than using scallions, fraulein, I asked the chef to
prepare it with Spanish onions. Look!"
Ju managed to turn her eyes toward the serving dish without moving her
head. The baron's chef had sliced a large onion into thick, concentric rings
and then tossed the onion, along with thick, juicy shreds of sirloin, in a wok
seasoned with soy, garlic, ginger and other spices.
"Try it!" the baron ordered, using the chopsticks to offer Ju a strip of
the beef.
Ju obediently tasted it, and chewed it carefully, knowing that the baron
would pounce on her slightest change of position.
Gutmayer speared the smallest of the onion rings and bit into it. "Oh, too
bad. We should have eaten it sooner. It's no longer as hot as it should be."
But then he stared down at Ju with a patronizing smile. "Fortunately we have a
way of remedying that, don't we?"
The baron set the serving dish down on Ju's flattened stomach and then used
his chopsticks to sort through the beef and onions before seizing one of the
largest of the onion rings. Ju was mystified by the strange behavior of the
vice-consul as he held the pungent ring up to his face, and studied it carefully
before whispering, "Perfect!" Then he lowered it and held it over the candle
he'd placed on Ju's chest. He held it there for a minute or so, turning it over
once or twice until the candle's flame had heated the ring evenly, and then he
pulled it away from the fire.
And a moment later, Baron Hans von Gutmayer held the ring of hot onion over
Ju's left breast and then released it, watching it slither snugly down over her
conical breast as neatly as if he had slipped a ring on her ringer.
"Ach! A perfect fit!" the baron enthused while Ju winced in pain as the hot
ring slithered down to the base of her breast. But when her movement caused a
few drops of hot wax to fall from the candle, she knew that she had more to fear
from that quarter and steeled herself to hold her body steady.
The baron, a man not without erotic imagination, proceeded to build a
four-tiered pagoda of candle-seared onion ringlets around Ju's quivering
breast-cone, each tier a slightly smaller ringlet than the one beneath. In
between the placement of each tier he grasped her cane-creased nipple between
the ends of his chopsticks and teased and tugged at it, making sure that it
remained yearningly erect.
When the fourth and smallest of the rings had been placed around Ju's
breast, only her taut, tasty nipple was visible. The baron slid around behind
the desk, so that his naked testicles hovered above Ju's lips. Then, after
removing the candle from her chest, he lowered his lips to the protruding
nipple-bud and took it between his teeth, savoring the delectable mixture of
onion and garlic and woman-breast, even as he pressed his lust-laden genitals
against Ju's mouth.
"Now, meine Liebe," he grunted, between clenched teeth, it is time for your
dessert. And consider - the more enthusiasm you display, the sooner you will
assuage my hunger." And he proceeded to bite into the first and smallest of the
rings of onion.
Every muscle in Ju's body was screaming from the strain of her almost
unbearable position as she took the baron's angry red phallus between her soft
lips. Only a few more minutes, she told herself, and he will be done, and I can
flee this monster forever.
Sustained by that thought, Ju devoted herself to her demeaning task, making
love to the baron's Deutschenschwanz with worshipful lips. Meanwhile the
baron's mouth moved ravenously around Ju's left breast, biting indiscriminately
at onions and breast-flesh. As he did so, his long right arm snaked down
between her legs to finger-fondle her champagne-sticky vagina for a minute or
two before closing on her right breast, which was still store from its repeated
bastings with hot sesame oil earlier in the evening.
Such was the dessert that Ju shared with the evil baron - her mouth filled
with his blood-swollen genitals while his teeth tore at one of her love-globes
and his punishing hand tightened ruthlessly on the other. Gutmayer gave vent to
a series of grunts of pleasure as he concentrated on the delicious pressure of
Ju's soft lips and warm tongue on his throbbing manhood as his excitement
mounted to new heights.
It was only when the baron felt himself on the brink of explosion that he
lifted his head from Ju's saliva-wet breast and took up the chopsticks once
again. He slapped the remnants of onion away from Ju's left breast and then
reached forward and trapped Ju's nipple between the matching sticks. As his
passion rose, and his face-pumping hip-thrusts came faster, he tightened his
grip on the chopsticks. Ju could only endure the excruciating nipple pressure,
be grateful that it was his left hand clutching the sticks, and pray that she
could bring him to a climax before the edges of the chopsticks severed the tip
of her breast.
.
But there remained one torment more for Ju's lovely breasts. The baron's
long right arm reached out for the candle holder and seized it. And each time
Ju's mouth relaxed her thrilling cock-suction, even for a moment, he tipped the
candle slightly so that molten wax dripped down onto the right breast of his
petite Chineschen puppchen, his China doll.
When at last the baron came, he shot half of his copious seed into Ju's
mouth and then pulled his still-spitting manhood from her lips so that he could
spray her face and throat and breasts with cock-cream.
"There's some sweet German icing for you, wench!" Von Gutmayer chortled as
he set the candle down and shook the last few drops of man-lust from his
dripping erection. Ju endured the humiliating christening silently, grateful
that the baron's left hand had finally relaxed its tenacious grip on her
inflamed nipple.
When the baron had squeezed every last drop of semen from his manhood, he
wiped his cock clean on Ju's silky hair and then reached down for his trousers.
Ju rolled onto her side and extended her legs, releasing, at last, the dreadful
muscular tension in which her lithe body had been contorted for what had seemed
an eternity. She lay there for a minute or two, her breathing ragged, as she
tried to collect her strength and her wits.
The baron turned away from her in order to plant himself in front of the
paneled mirror, glancing occasionally at the sinuous Praxitelean S-curve of Ju's
lovely body while he adjusted his clothing and smoothed his blonde hair back
into place. After spending a minute or two making sure that he was perfectly
groomed, he turned back toward his exhausted dinner companion, who was now
leaning awkwardly against the desk wiping at the ropes of semen on her face and
breasts with a corner of her chemise. She had already taken advantage of the
baron's vanity-time in front of the mirror to dislodge the cork and the
harrowing chiles from her burning rectum.
"That was most enjoyable, fraulein, most enjoyable," a thoroughly satisfied
baron muttered magnanimously as he strode behind his desk. He pulled at a
gleaming brass drawer-handle and then reached inside.
Ju heard a metallic clink a split-second before she felt the handful of
coins splashing against her face and body. They fell to the floor of the
baron's office and rolled around briefly before coming to rest, their shininess
reflecting the brilliance of the chandelier overheard.
"Don't stare at me like a fool, girl! Wipe that impudent expression off
your face and take them!" the baron snapped irritably.
Ju never looked at the coins, but continued to stare fixedly at the baron,
while she dressed in silence.
"As you wish, madchen. I will set them aside for you when you return.
Shall we meet again in three days' time? At 9:00?" the baron asked in clipped,
businesslike tones.
Ju buttoned the last two buttons on her blouse, pressed her skirt into
place, and slipped her feet into her shoes.
Her hand was on the doorknob, when she heard the baron's ominous voice for
the last time.
"In three days' time, fraulein, or you shall learn how thieves are treated
in Shanghai!"
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As Ju trudged down the long dark corridor toward the staircase, her
thoughts were not ones of self-pity. She tried not to think of her pain-wracked
body, choosing rather to dwell on the future of her little boy -- and her
disappointment at not having managed to procure the green powder which would
have been such a blessing to her new friend.
She never noticed the shadowy figure who stood motionless in a dark corner
not far from the door to the baron's office.
For Frau Stahl had slipped off her shoes after taking twenty heel-clicking
strides away from the baron's office when she had left earlier. She had tiptoed
back to the door and pressed her ear against it and listened with suppressed
excitement, curious to learn the fate of the comely thief.
She had gasped in silent anticipation when she had heard the baron tell Ju
Hua to remove her clothing, and when the baron had told Ju to spread her legs,
she had felt a frisson of excited pleasure run through her body. For Greta
Stahl had been as captivated by Ju's dark silky hair, her sad soulful eyes, her
exquisite features and her trim little body as the baron himself had been.
Stahl had snuggled closer to the door, and when the baron had ordered Ju to
strip off her camisole, she had almost fainted with pleasure as she tried to
picture the pretty young maid's naked body. Part of her had been troubled by
the sound of an implement of punishment thwickking tender girl-flesh, but part
of her had been aroused, too, as she imagined a rod or cane etching dark lines
into soft golden skin. And after all, the girl did deserve a beating. Had she
not seen her steal the powder with her own eyes?
When the baron had ordered Ju to bend backward across the desk, Stahl had
cast aside all sense of propriety. She had placed her back flat against the
door to the baron's office, loosened her skirt and felt between her legs as she
listened, imagining the dainty serving-maid being stretched naked, or nearly
so, in such a vulnerable position. Her hand had come away dripping after
hearing the baron's icy threat, "or your breasts will pay the price," followed
momentarily by his menacing countdown and then the horrendous yet thrilling
sound of rod or cane ripping into Ju's dainty girl-globes. Ju's cries of agony
had been ghastly, unforgettable, but Greta Stahl knew that she would hear those
two conjoined sounds in dark dreams for weeks and months to come.
Stahl had slipped backward into a dark corner as she heard Ju prepare to
leave, and when the lovely, teary-eyed maid came through the door she almost
stepped forward to greet her, to comfort her. But she could not think of a way
to explain her presence, and she remained out of sight until Ju had begun to
descend the staircase at the far end of the corridor.
It was only much later, after making her rounds during which she checked to
see that all of the doors of the building were secure, when Greta Stahl was
safely ensconced in her own room, that it occurred to her that her secret
knowledge of the vice-consul's dark pleasures might prove to be of considerable
value....
