Chapter 131 The Revenge of Jasper Slegg
Jasper Stegg stood for a long moment admiring Erika Weiss's nearly-nude
body. Mao and Yim, the lust-crazed Chinese coal-shovelers, had bent her face
down over the front edge of the coal barrow, so that her splendid breasts were
cruelly crushed against the jagged coal slag, and her elbows were bent
helplessly backward over the shovel handle Slegg had driven into her armpits.
The Englishman stepped between Erika's thrashing legs and put his palms on
the hem of the tattered shirt that reached only to the upper slopes of her
alluringly positioned buttocks. He slowly eased the flimsy fabric up over her
naked backside, pausing every few inches to caress her trembling bottom-cheeks.
He squeezed her spankable behind with obscene gusto, enjoying Erika's wriggling
attempts to escape his marauding hands.
"Ah, ye're a sweet bit of strudel, ain't ye, frowlein," Slegg gloated as he
edged Erika's ragged shirt higher, up over her deep-dimpled tailbone and past
the hour-glass slimness of her waist, until it stretched across the middle of
her back within easy reach of her bent-back hands. "Hold yer shirt up,
princess!" he growled, "while I show you how sailors deal with rebellious,
round-bottomed sluts!"
Slegg pressed the edge of the rolled-up shirt into Erika's hands and then
gave her heart-shaped derriere a last lecherous squeeze before retreating a few
steps. He pulled the thick, yard-long length of rope from his belt, while Mao
and Yim kicked Erika's bare feet wider apart, emphasizing her nakedness and
vulnerability. Slegg wiped at the bloody gash over his eye and then he lashed
out at Erika's bare legs.
CRACKK!!
Erika gasped in pain and reared backward against the shovel handle as she
felt the heat of the lash across her upper thighs. But her Chinese captors were
far stronger than she, and quickly forced her body back down against the coal
barrow. Meanwhile Yim covered her mouth with a brawny hand so that her cries of
misery could not be heard up on deck.
Slegg eyed the livid mark the rope-whip had left on Erika's bare legs with
satisfaction, and then raised his glance upwards a few inches. "Aye, wriggle
yer sweet arse all ye like, wench!" Slegg taunted her as the muscles in Erika's
shapely buttocks clenched spasmodically.
The brutish mate lifted the rope-whip high and then brought it squarely
down on the base of Erika's spine. The force of the blow caused Erika's body
to recoil. Her back arched magnificently for a moment, emphasizing the
pleasing curvature of her buttocks. But only for a moment. The pressure of
four arms made strong by years of manual labor soon forced her nude torso back
into the abrasive embrace of the coal-cart.
Gripping the rope tighter, Slegg whipped it across the lower third of
Erika's nicely-curved behind with a resounding CRACCKKK!!! extracting yet
another muffled sob of anguish from the bare-bottomed blonde. Slegg wiped the
sweat from his brow and paused for a moment to take stock.
"So ye think that was a stinger, d'ye, dolly?" Slegg scoffed scornfully as
he playfully trailed the end of the rope along the crevice that separated
Erika's tremulous buttocks. "If I had a proper whip down here in this hellhole
instead of this braided bit of dung, yer pretty arse'd be dancin' a bleedin'
hornpipe!"
The ceaseless rocking of the Yangtze Dragon on the troubled sea would have
induced queasiness in an inexperienced traveler, but Slegg's cast-iron stomach
was as hard as his heart. The stormy seas did, at times, impart a gentle
rolling motion to Erika's tempting posterior. As he watched her rounded
hindquarters sway invitingly, the southern fringe of her blonde bush shimmered
in the eerie light, sending a fresh ripple of sexual pleasure surging through
his loins. Erika's arms and lower legs and shoulders, and even her beautiful
face, were streaked and smudged with dark coal dust, but the German beauty's
undulating bottom-globes seemed to glow in the infernal light given off by the
great furnace. The flesh of her sweat-sheened back and buttocks was as pale as
Devonshire cream, and yet tinged with the soft warm glow given off by the
orange-tinged exhalations of the fire-breathing Dragon.
Slegg mopped at the blood that was seeping into his bad eye so that he
could better appreciate the soft, sensuous perfection of Erika's upturned
buttocks as she wriggled in the grasp of her leering Chinese captors. With her
body stretched over the front of the coal-cart, her beautifully rounded
half-moons were perfectly positioned for the next wicked crack of the whip, and
for the depraved carnal pleasures that were yet to come. Pleasures that Slegg
had envisioned since he'd gotten his first good look at Erika's resilient
bottomcheeks.
The evil Englishman gritted his irregular teeth and lashed out with his
improvised whip again, scoring Erika's sweat-soaked buttocks with the stinging
tip of the rope despite the shapely blonde's desperate attempts to escape the
biting lash. Ignoring her half-stifled cry of pain, the lizard-eyed little man
altered his position slightly and slashed at the springy curves of her ass
again, this time CRACKKKing the last foot of the rope-whip around her bottom so
that its tip left a nasty reddish mark on Erika's right flank.
Slegg, grimacing, paused to inspect the hand that held the rope-whip. Mao
took advantage of the brief interlude to grab Erika's blonde mane and jerk her
blonde hair back forcefully, lifting her luscious breast-globes clear of the
coal-cart. The Mouse-like man buried his wet tongue in Erika's ear, and slid a
greedy hand inside her gaping shirt so that he could he fondle her lust-mounds
with his insistent fingers, first kneading the resilient love-gourds and then
tweaking and twisting her sensitive nipples into aching erection.
Slegg bent down and picked up the bit of cloth that Deng-shan had torn
from Erika's shirt earlier.. He wrapped it slowly around his right hand, and
then, after tentatively flexing his hand once or twice, curled his lip upward in
grim satisfaction. He re-gripped the rope-whip carefully, waiting for the two
Chinese to force Erika's body back down against the coal-barrow, before once
again sweeping the lash viciously across the rounded summits of Erika's
mouthwatering derriere.
CRACCKK!! "Awgfmmphph!" Erika groaned into the hand covering her mouth,
her discomfort worsened by the ceaseless pitching of the Yangtze Dragon on the
stormy sea.
"Aye, that's better," Slegg chortled evilly, as he adjusted the edges of
the improvised bandage he had wound around his hand. "I was starting to get a
blister. How about you, dearie?" he asked mockingly as he lifted the cord high
over his shoulder and then delivered another savage slash across her twitching
nether-globes. "Are ye enjoying the other end of the rope?" he added in a
taunting voice.
Erika's body froze in agony, her every muscle tense and taut, each time
Slegg's whip bit into her delectably upraised derriere. But that frozen pose
lasted for only for a heartbeat, that momentary stiffening soon giving way to an
involuntary but delicious paroxysm of thrashing thighs and wriggling buttocks
that only inspired Slegg to press on with his barbarous attack. The punishing
rope rarely broke the skin at first impact, but it seemed to Erika as if it
flayed her flesh with every blow. Each searing slash of the whip left an
irregular stripe across her bare buttocks, stripes which were bespattered with
streamlets of wet crimson where a new stroke had been laid across an old one.
In between lashes Yim, standing at Erika's right shoulder, replaced his
mouth-stifling hand with his veinous cock. When Erika tried to turn away, he
twisted her pinioned right arm into a punishing hammerlock that enforced her
tearful compliance. He fed her his swollen organ leisurely, pausing to pull
back out of harm's away only when Slegg's arm swept down to deliver yet another
stroke of lightning that caused Erika's jaws to tighten in agony before
atomizing her torture-sweat into a fine mist.
After the first half dozen lashes, the pace of the flogging slowed
considerably, which allowed each of the three men ample leisure to enjoy their
cruel depravity to the fullest. Little Mao stood on Erika's left, his pigtails
dancing in the air in time with his quick birdlike movements. He used his left
hand to hold Erika's shoulder and torso down while his right hand wandered
freely up and down her left thigh and her spankable buttocks, his bony fingers
occasionally inserting themselves between her legs to fondle her most intimate
flesh.
The nimble little man acted as something of a target-setter for Slegg,
squeezing and slapping at Erika's upper thighs and whip-wealed bottom-globes,
sensitizing them, readying the raw nerves of her shapely behind for the next
cruel cut of the lash. It was only when the malevolent mate began a punishing
downstroke that Mao pulled his hand away for a moment. He waited until the
explosive impact of the whip had sprayed his face and arms with scarlet-tinged
droplets of woman-sweat before his hands continued their greedy exploration of
Erika's body.
Twice during the violent scourging, Jasper Slegg stepped up between Erika's
unsteady legs to press the bulging lump in his crotch against Erika's
whip-reddened bottom. When she wiggled her burning butt-cheeks in protest, he
ran his greedy fingers over the sweat-slick curves of her ass. "Don't pretend ye
don't like the feel of me Jolly Roger against yer bum, wench!" he jeered as he
ground his swollen groin against the base of Erika's bottom-cleft, feeling his
massive erection thickening by the moment. "D' ye think I can't see the way
ye're gobblin' at Yim's cock? Have patience, missy. You'll be gettin' the full
Jasper Slegg treatment soon enough!"
Although Erika experienced waves of pain, nausea, and humiliation as
Yim's thickening cock slid in and out of her mouth and his hairy balls slapped
against her chin, it was the crude pressure of Slegg's genitals against her
bottom that raised the level of her panic to a fearful pitch. Despite her
exacting and painful stint of sexual slavery to George Chan, she had always been
spared the ignominy and torment of anal rape. George had sodomized her on
occasion, of course, but he had always been careful not to use undue force, for
fear of prematurely impairing the delicious rectal elasticity of his youngest
and most-prized possession. But Erika feared that the frenzied pack of
man-wolves in the stoking room would have no such compunctions. There was
nothing to stop them from squandering the virginal tightness of her
nether-channel in a manic rush to capitalize on an opportunity which would not
soon come their way again. "Bitte ... bitte," she gasped , but her pathetic
pleas were quickly stifled by Yim's aggressive thrusts.
CRACCKK!!! Slegg's lewd, cock-pleasing caresses had been brief, and he
had retreated to launch the first of another barrage of butt-stinging blows,
concentrating on the areas that Mao's exploratory fingers had prepped for the
lash. Despite the pain of his facial injury, or perhaps because of it, Jasper's
lust continued to mount even as his arm grew weary.
CRACKK!! Slegg whipped the upper slopes of Erika's creamy nether-ovals
with sadistic gusto and then, while her burning buttocks were still twitching in
agony, he CRACCKKKed!!!, the rope-whip across them again, etching a jagged
reddish trail that began at the top of her right hip and angled across half a
dozen lurid horizontal weals. The slashing diagonal stroke drew blood on both
sides of Erika's shadowy butt-crease before growing paler and eventually fading
away near the undercurve of her left buttock.
Erika's soot-covered thighs and peaches-and-cream buttock-globes were
criss-crossed with upwards of a score of reddening streaks before Jasper Slegg,
sweat streaming down his bloodied face, let the rope-whip fall inertly to his
side. His chest heaving from his exertions, he bent down and took the rope and
lashed Erika's legs tightly together a few inches above the knees.
Leering evilly, Slegg placed his hands, crimson-daubed from the blood of
his brow, on the sweet dimple just above the northern edge of Erika's enticing
bottom-cleft. He used his thumbs to part her half-moons, exposing her pretty,
puckering anus to his view, and then he dug his fingernails into the upslopes of
her buttocks and raked downward in an elliptical motion.
Slegg felt his cock swell with intense pleasure as he gouged a pair of
painful parentheses into Erika's bottom. His uneven nails raked downward over
Erika's blushing buttcheeks, bracketing the grillework formed by his mostly
horizontal lash-strokes. He pressed his swollen crotch against her backside and
grabbed her around the waist to pull her tightly against him. Just then the
ship pitched wildly to one side and Slegg could feel a violent spasming in
Erika's stomach muscles as she fought off a new wave of nausea.
"Got the collywobbles, princess?" he chortled. "Not to worry. I've got
just the thing to settle your innards right here!" Slegg fiddled with his belt
and let his soiled trousers slide down his legs. He massaged his crotch for a
moment before shucking off a pair of shabby drawers, allowing his virile,
thick-knobbed phallus to spring free.
Breathing heavily, Slegg pressed his tubular man-meat into the dark groove
between Erika's bottom-globes and eased it back and forth, reveling in the sweet
pressure of Erika's sweaty butt-cleavage against his hard-throbbing English
sausage. A veteran of countless anal assaults, Slegg had bound Erika's legs
together in order to tighten the inward pressure of her pelvic muscles. His
efforts were well-rewarded even before he launched the final invasive attack.
Then, as if seized by an inspiration, the cold-hearted sailor pressed a
hand to the ugly scarlet swamp above his right eye. He pulled his
freshly-crimsoned hand down and wrapped it around his pulsing phallus, coating
it with his own blood. He signaled to his two fellow-assailants to lift upward
on the shovel handle, arching Erika's back painfully, but excitingly, backward.
Then Slegg reached around and cupped her coal-smudged left breast in one
predatory hand, while he positioned the domed crown of his cock, freshly lubed
with his own blood and Erika's torture-sweat, against her winking rosette. He
twirled a flinty nipple in his fingers for a moment and then he thrust his hips
forward with a quick, compact lunge that punched his meaty man-cock against
Erika's tough, resisting anal ringlet.
Erika's body surged forward, trying to escape the punishing intruder, and
Slegg lunged again, pulling his hand out of the way so that he could crush the
beleaguered blonde's soft breasts into the flesh-gouging coal-slag. Then,
seeing his opportunity to increase his leverage, he grabbed hold of the shovel
handle and jerked Erika's body backward against his own yet again, impaling her
resisting rectum a fraction deeper on his insurgent cockshaft.
"Cor blimey! If she's not tighter than a vicar's widow, I'm the first Lord
of the Admiralty," Slegg enthused, as he gritted his teeth determinedly and
corkscrewed another inch of his rutting man-shaft into Erika's suctioning chute
of Sodom. Erika could only groan in pain and misery as Slegg, in conjunction
with the two scowling Chinese, used the shovel handle as a cruel lever, first
jerking Erika's helpless body back against his blood-thickened manhood, and then
shoving her forward brutally, crushing her pink-nippled breasts and her bare
belly into the jagged chunks of coal. He repeated this rapacious cycle of lust
several times, with each iteration allowing him to plow his phallus ever deeper
into Erika's indescribably tight anal passage.
Erika bravely tried to free her legs from the rope with which Slegg had
bound her thighs, desperately working her legs to and fro so as to loosen the
ropes. But Slegg had planned his assault well; Erika's every evasive moment only
added to the intensely pleasurable muscular friction assailing his thrusting
cock.
It was only when he had buried his virile weapon to the hilt in Erika's
squirming rectum that Slegg signaled the others to withdraw the shovel handle
from underneath her arms. "I want the bloody bitch to wriggle!" he snarled,
and wriggle Erika did, even though her legs were bound together. To Slegg's
delight his blonde captive's hips squirmed sensuously as she fought to escape
the insistent anal pressure, while her newly freed arms clawed helplessly at the
mound of anthracite on which she lay.
Just then Deng-shan, who had been stoking the furnace from carts that had
been filled earlier, called out loudly that he needed a man to begin filling the
barrows again. With an imperious jerk of his thumb, Slegg motioned Mao toward
the coal-mound. The Mouse could not conceal his aggrieved expression, but
seeing that Yim's excitement had reached a feverish pitch, he retreated toward
the coal-pile reluctantly, confident that it would not be long before his
pony-tailed partner and he exchanged places.
Meanwhile Yim's thick, braided queue was bouncing on his broad shoulders
with his every forward lunge. The moment Slegg had ended the fearful flogging,
the burly coal-shoveller had forced his meaty phallus between Erika's lips once
again, and now he was plunging his erection halfway down Erika's defenseless
throat. She didn't know which was worse, the iron-hard piston assaulting her
whip-ravaged bottom, or the pumping organ on which she deemed destined to choke.
"Suck!" Yim grunted with gusto in Chinese as his heavy, hairy balls slapped
against Erika's pale chin. The blue-eyed blonde could do nothing but obey, even
as Slegg's hands went to her writhing hips, holding them steady while he
delivered a series of deep, powerful thrusts, making up in savagery and ferocity
what he lacked in natural endowment.
The violence of the tandem rape kept Erika's upper body moving backward and
forward across the uneven mound of coal, allowing the frightful friction of the
coal slag to take a punishing toll on her sensitive breasts. From across the
room, in between loading indolent shovelfuls of coal into his barrow, little Mao
watched excitedly as Erika's succulent love-globes fought their losing battle
with the sharp-edged bits of coal.
Groaning with man-lust, Yim began fucking Erika's mouth more urgently, his
hips picking up the pace, pumping faster and faster until they were little more
than a blur, as his swollen phallus responded to the warmth and softness of
Erika's lips and tongue and throat. Finally the big man could sustain his
excitement no longer, and several cavernous grunts of obscene pleasure signaled
his coming release.
Erika felt the first jet of Yim's hot man-sperm splash against the back of
her throat just as Slegg tightened his grip on her behind and increased the pace
and power of his own rectal thrusts. Erika groaned in misery, but the intensity
of the Ape's lust kept the bursts of semen coming for a seeming eternity,
filling her mouth and throat with his viscous scum. Finally, his passion
quenched, Yim pulled his dripping erection from her mouth.
Without slowing his own punishing hip-thrusts, Slegg jerked his head toward
the coal pile, indicating that Yim was to resume his labors, at least for the
time being. Shrugging, the big Chinese gave Erika's right breast a final
predatory squeeze and returned to his drudgery, gesturing to his diminutive
companion that he was now free to sate his twisted lust.
The Mouse threw his shovel down with alacrity and scurried quickly back
across the room, opening the drawstring of his trousers on the way. By the time
he had reached Erika, he was stroking his skinny member eagerly . He reached
out and grabbed Erika's mane of sweat-soaked hair and pulled her face toward his
erection. Erika, seeing the hideous rictus of pleasure etched in his ugly face,
spit a mouthful of Yim's semen, which she had not been able to bring herself to
swallow, at the grinning, rodent-faced crewman.
The gesture was harmless, but it seemed to enrage Mao. The lust-crazed
little man reached toward the leather tool-pouch that Deng-shan had cast aside
much earlier and pulled back the flap. His bright eyes lit up with fiendish
glee as he withdrew a thin-bladed screwdriver.
Angered by Erika's quixotic show of defiance, the wiry Chinese covered her
mouth and then tentatively pressed the tip of the screw-driver against the side
of Erika's breast.
"UGHMFFPHH!!" she gasped in pain into Mao's fingers as her body recoiled
from the touch of the pointed tool.
"That's it, mate!" Slugg rasped in between groans of pleasure. He let go
of Erika's hips and seized two handfuls of her sweat-soaked hair. With a mighty
jerk, he pulled her head up and back, bowing her lovely back into a sensual arch
and lifting her proud-thrusting breasts clear of the coal-barrow.
"Get 'em!" he snarled. "Get those fucking tits!" knowing that any attack
on Erika's magnificent breasts would be bound to drive her backward, increasing
the milking action of her cock-clutching rectum.
Having no English and being uncertain of Slegg's meaning, the Mouse held
the screwdriver up to Erika's breast and gave the mate a questioning glance.
When the hard-pumping mate gave him an eager, approving nod, the pigtailed
sailor's eyes lit up and he pressed the flat-tipped blade of the screwdriver
against the areole of Erika's left breast, just below her nipple, and pushed.
Erika's body writhed in pain as the little Chinese increased the pressure,
knowing that she was pinned hopelessly between the iron-hard ramrod behind her
and the well-tempered metal blade that pressed against her love bud.
"Harder, you bloody heathen!" Slegg jerked Erika's head back again, while
Mao, wild-eyed with excitement, pulled the tool back a few inches, tilted it a
fresh angle, and then drove its sharp edge into Erika's ripe, yielding
breast-melon. This time, as Slegg had hoped, Erika's body jerked backwards in
pain, adding to the pleasurable pressure on his deep-thrusting cock.
"ARRRHHH,!" Slegg snarled with goatish glee as he met Erika's backward
buck, an ineffectual attempt to escape the flesh-gouging screwdriver, with
another cock-thrilling hip-thrust. "So, how d'ye like the feel of an English
stiffie, frowlein?!" Slegg caught the eye of his pigtailed conspirator.
"Again, you skinny stack of seaweed, or I'll feed your balls to the sharks!"
Mao, of course understood next to nothing of Slegg's frenzied ravings, but
the evil ardor in his eyes and voice was unmistakable. As Slegg jerked Erika's
head and upper body into position again, Mao managed to keep her sperm-splashed
mouth covered with one hand, while he used the other to press the beveled tip of
the screwdriver into her yielding breast-mound. He slowly forced the corner-tip
of the blade into the soft under-curve of Erika's breast, searching her blue
eyes for the tears that would proclaim his triumph. When he did not find them,
he cursed and pulled the tool back and jabbed her again, and this time his
blade found the outer edge of Erika's pebbly pink-brown areole.
Erika groaned into the stifling hand and her sweat-drenched body recoiled
sharply again, sending another prolonged shudder of sexual satisfaction through
Slegg's lust-heavy genitals. "That-a-boy! Keep at it!" Slegg muttered in a
voice choked with lust. Staying on the attack, little Mao pressed the
screwdriver directly against Erika's taut nipple-bud and then slowly turned his
wrist, increasing the terrible pressure until Erika threw back her head in
agony. Goaded on by Slegg's obscene grunts of pleasure, the undersized Chinese
jabbed and scraped Erika's succulent pleasure-mounds with the fine-edged tool
again and again, denting and lacerating her tender globes until Erika's enforced
retreats finally brought Slegg to the brink of ecstasy before a final,
nipple-stabbing thrust sent him over the precipice.
The Englishman came with a primeval grunt of satisfaction that seemed to
rise up from the depths of the ocean floor. Releasing Erika's hair, Slegg held
on to her shapely hips with a death-grip. His feet almost seemed to lift clear
of the floorboards as he emptied his lust-swollen balls with a series of
grinding pelvic cock-thrusts that were accompanied by groans of indescribable
pleasure.
Meanwhile Mao had placed his moist-tipped erection against Erika's
sperm-splashed lips just as Slegg had begun his final crescendo of lust. At
first Erika ignored the skinny phallus, but when Mao pressed the screwdriver
even more fiercely into her nipple, Erika was compelled to take him into her
mouth. Despite Slegg's gut-wrenching rape-thrusts Erika forced herself to use
the oral skills she had learned at the faraway mountain lodge to focus the
little man's concentration on his throbbing erection. A moment or two later she
glanced up at Mao and saw that his eyes had closed as he neared his climax.
A few seconds later Erika felt Slegg's body collapse on top of hers and
although she, too, was well past the point of exhaustion, her primal will to
retaliate for her mistreatment gave her a strength that she did not know she
possessed. She quickly finished Mao off, knowing that for a few precious seconds
he would be pre-occupied by the pleasurable jets of semen spitting out of his
ugly little organ.
Erika took a deep breath and then braced herself for a moment before
throwing her right elbow backward at Slegg's head. Erika exulted inwardly when
the bony tip of her elbow found the bloody gash that she had opened earlier.
Slegg was still slumping to the floor in pain when she ripped the screwdriver
out of Mao's hand and stabbed at his left hand, drawing blood. The little man
yelped in pain as he fell forward against one of the coal-carts.
Seeing this, Yim started to come forward, but Deng-shan who was screened
out by a row of coal carts, waved his hand directing Yim to guard the
ladder-well, the only means of egress from the stoking-room. By doing so he
virtually eliminated any chance of Erika escaping their lair; besides, he
thought, a game of cat-and-mouse with the ravishing blonde might well prove
amusing.
Erika's hands, meanwhile, flew to her legs. She tore at the knot on her
thigh-ropes frantically until she managed to loosen them, allowing the rope to
drift harmlessly down her bare legs. As soon as her legs were free, she stomped
downward at the crouching figure of Jasper Slegg just as he was trying to rise,
her heel slamming into his lower ribcage with punishing effect.
"Aaaghh!! You dirty whore!" Slegg grunted in pain and clutched at his
mid-section, just managing to block Erika's next stomping kick with his arms.
Erika was about to punch downward at the cowering mate when the diminutive
Mouse, newly armed with a pair of pliers he had taken from Deng's tool-pouch,
jumped on her back from behind. Half expecting this attack from the rear, Erika
staggered forward briefly, but managed to stay upright and maintain her grip on
the screwdriver.
Grinning excitedly, Mao wrapped his left arm around Erika's neck and
reached around and pinched the side of Erika's right breast between the jaws of
the pliers. Erika cried out in pain and spun around rapidly hoping to free her
breast, and indeed a moment later the pliers did slip off of her
sweat-slickened globe. But Mao wasted no time pressing his attack and a moment
later Erika groaned in agony and her legs almost gave out as the wiry Chinese
closed the jaws of the pliers on her half-erect nipple.
She tried to stab at his arm with the screwdriver, but with his arm draped
across hers, she was unable to get much leverage. Mao squeezed the pliers again
and the excruciating pain nearly drove Erika to her knees, but she continued to
fight back, stabbing downward at his skinny thigh.
But the blow was a glancing one and the wild-eyed Chinaman gleefully
twisted the pliers to and fro, further crushing the fleshy love-nugget, while
his comrades cheered him on, confident that the nipple-pain would soon force
Erika to succumb. Erika, fighting back tears of agony, shook her blonde head to
get her bearings, and began backpedaling deliberately, away from the crouching
figure of Jasper Slegg, who was still clutching his ribs in pain, and toward the
great furnace.
Thinking Erika's backward steps were only an involuntary reaction, Mao
cackled with glee and gave the pliers another savage twist that caused Erika to
falter for a moment as searing waves of pain tore through her breast. But she
bit her lip and took another determined step backward, and then another, as Yim
the Ape looked on obtusely from the vicinity of the ladder. Deng-shan had just
begun to circle around the obstructing array of empty coal-barrows when Erika
tightened her grip on Mao's legs to keep him from breaking free and continued
her backward march toward the cavernous furnace.
The wiry little man sported an idiotic grin as he continued to crush
Erika's soot-blackened nipple with the pliers, thinking that Erika was merely
staggering around aimlessly, hoping to shake him loose. It was only when Mao
could feel the raging heat of the furnace from a distance of about six feet that
the realization of his predicament began to sink in and his beady little eyes
began to dilate in horror. He screamed and tightened his grip on the
nipple-crushing jaws of the pliers, and tried to tear himself free from Erika's
piggy-back grip on his legs, but it was too late. The indomitable bare-breasted
blonde took three more lurching steps backward, before crushing the
bloodthirsty little monster against the super-heated metal that formed the front
of the hellish furnace.
Erika heard the ghastly sound of sizzling flesh a split-second before she
heard the first of Mao's horrific screams. She took a half-step forward,
exhaling in relief as Mao finally released his death-grip on her tortured
nipple, and then backed up again, once again driving the little man's back
against the red hot metal of the furnace. Despite his blood-curdling cries
Erika held him against the furnace for another long second or two before
tottering forward and releasing his legs. Then she peeled the little man's arms
off of her shoulders, allowing him to fall limply to the ground, where he lay
moaning, his face contorted, his slender body twitching horribly. His dark
coolie-shirt had completely melted away and the flesh on his back had been
nearly liquefied into a charred, foul-smelling jelly.
