Chapter 139 The Night of the Seven Torments (Part III)
Chapter 139 The Night of the Seven Torments Part III
The sixth torment, like the third, offered Erika some respite from the
depths of her physical suffering, but only at the cost of almost irreparable
harm to her dignity.
As Erika knelt on her haunches, her nude body bathed in the light of the
oil-lamp on the cabinet, she tried to put her thirst out of her mind and gather
her wits. At least for the moment the dreadful strain on her limbs was at an
end, and she was free from all forms of bondage. Erika was grateful that the
heinous nipple-cords had been removed, but soon, as her sorely-tried nervous
system began to restore itself, blood began to flow more freely into her swollen
breast tips, bringing fresh torment to erectile tissues that had been be-numbed
by their recent bondage.
She was just about to cup her aching breasts in her trembling hands, when a
smirking Jasper Slegg boomed in a faux-helpful voice, "Don't trouble yourself,
Princess. 'ere, let me do that for you." Then he knelt down behind Erika,
pressing his heavy, trousered erection against her naked back, and reaching
under her arms so that his powerful hands could maul her aching breasts.
Meanwhile Deng had pulled her wrists away from her body and begun to wrap coils
of rope around them. "Cross-handed," Slegg snarled, "so she don't get any ideas
about rubbing her tits."
Resigning herself to still another round of torment, Erika looked on glumly
as Deng knotted her wrists in front of her, and Slegg rummaged in the pile of
debris against the wall. He returned a moment later with a four-foot length of
bamboo. After the two men maneuvered their naked prisoner into a seated
position on the floor, Deng-shan spread Erika's feet wide apart and laid the
bamboo rod across her ankles. Then, he deftly wound loop after loop of thin
cord around her left ankle, interspersing occasional intricate wraps around one
end of the sturdy bamboo. He repeated the process with her other ankle, so that
the fronts of her ankles were securely trussed to what had become, in effect, a
bamboo spreader-bar.
At that point Slegg pulled Erika to her feet allowing Erika to stand
comfortably, albeit with her wrists lashed together and with her ankles bound to
the spreader bar. It was only when Slegg pushed her toward the T-cross to
which she had been bound earlier, bent her forward over one arm of the
waist-high crosspiece and pulled her bound wrists down toward the middle of the
spreader bar at her ankles that she realized his cruel intent.
Within seconds, Slegg had doubled her body over from the waist, and lashed
her crossed-over wrists to the midpoint of the bamboo bar which spread her
ankles. Erika would certainly have lost her balance and fallen forward on her
face had it not been for the crossbeam of the T-cross which fitted snugly
against her trim waist.
It took only a moment for Erika to realize that that her shapely bottom was
now the most prominent part of her body, and that every man in the room had a
bird's-eye rear view of her buttocks and her genitalia. Blushing furiously, she
bent her knees slightly, hoping to minimize the shamelessness of her posture,
but was rewarded by a flesh-searing stroke across the backs of her thighs.
"Aaaaiaahh!" Out of of the corner of her eye, Erika could see that
Deng-shan had armed himself with the cane he had used earlier.
"Keep that arse UP, Princess," Slegg growled. "The boys paid for a good
show, and I'm 'ere to see that they get one! 'ave a good look, lads!"
Erika felt the hot flush of embarrassment passing over her body, as the men
edged forward, their eyes drawn magnetically to the delicious curvature of her
bottom-cheeks and the tempting lips of her labia.
"Didn't I tell ye that'd ye'd get an eyeful from uncle Jasper," Slegg
bragged to his comrades. "What d'ye think, Froggy?"
"Aye! Smooth and moist as a ripe papaya, Slegg," Froggy muttered in the
croaking voice which had earned him his nickname. He eyed Erika's glistening
sex hungrily. "And I'll wager just as sweet."
"And as tight as the emperor's tax collector, too!" chimed in Lucky, who
had leaned forward to get a better look at Erika's girlish treasure.
But it was Tranh, the wizened cook, who elbowed his skinny body past both
men, waving something in the air and jabbering excitedly in his native tongue,
as he maneuvered his way to the front of the line and began running his hands
over Erika's naked body.
"What's that you've got there, Tranhy?" Slegg barked at the cook he had
sent on the errand earlier.
"Ah, got Chinese snakegourd, boss! Special one!" The Vietnamese grinned
as he stepped aside to reveal the tian hua fen, the thick Chinese cucumber he
was pressing against Erika's distended vagina. He giggled excitedly and then
jammed the fibrous vegetable into her defenseless body.
"Ungghh!" Erika groaned miserably as Tranh experimented with the angle of
penetration. Ribald chuckles greeted his efforts as the little man worked the
phallus-shaped vegetable deeper and deeper into Erika's womanhood.
"Relax, Missy," he murmured, as Erika's moans of discomfort grew steadily
louder each time he twisted and probed with the cuke. "Don't you know
vegetables are good for little girls?" The ship's cook giggled a strange
high-pitched laugh and then thrust the snakegourd a little deeper into Erika's
blonde-fringed love-canal, drawing another guttural moan from his helpless
victim. "You no like, Missy? Maybe you like ginseng better. I got nice
piece," he said pointing toward a thick tuberous root protruding from the bag he
had brought down with him earlier. Tranh winked conspiratorially at Jasper
Slegg as he cranked the snakegourd into Erika's love-channel with a circular
thrusting motion until all that could be seen of it, was the end he held in his
fist. "Hey, boss. I got more oil, too. Hot or sweet - any kind you want!
And I got nuoc cham, too!"
Jasper Slegg nodded and smiled thinly. "Good work, Tranhy. Why don't you
give the wench a little taste of the nuoc cham!"
Erika's long blonde mane brushed the sawdust on the floor as she struggled
to maintain her balance and tried to guess who or what nuoc cham was. She heard
what sounded like a jar being opened and then a moment later she felt Tranh's
finger spread a cool substance around the edges of her gourd-stretched labia.
At least it felt cool at first. But in a matter of seconds she began to
feel the burning.
Jasper Slegg watched with cynical amusement as Erika's beautifully
proffered buttocks and thighs began to twitch in agony. Tranh's garlicky nuoc
cham - or Vietnamese chili paste - was the spiciest condiment he had run across
in all of his wide travels. Like many Englishmen who had spent years plying the
coastal waters and the waterfront eateries of south Asia, Slegg had developed a
taste for spicy food. But a mere thimbleful of nuoc cham in a bowl of rice or
pho, the steaming concoction of noodles and broth that was the signature dish of
Tranh's native land, was enough to give it a fiery flavor.
Erika struggled furiously to free her wrists from the spreader bar so that
she could wipe the burning chili paste from her vagina, but Deng and Slegg had
bound her well. Her misery would not have been so acute had not Deng-shan
raped her so savagely when he had pinned her against the ladder in the stoking
room, and had not the hot wax seared her most delicate flesh. But her
love-channel was now hyper-sensitive to the least irritation - which the nuoc
cham provided aplenty.
When Tranh stepped away from her, Slegg watched Erika wriggle, her blonde
tresses sweeping the floor gracefully, her perfect ass describing saucy circles
in the air, the cock-thick snake gourd protruding obscenely from her pink,
chili-tinged vaginal lips. He was quite pleased with himself. The nuoc cham
was not only yet another revenge on this German beauty who had dared to strike
him - it was also an excellent prophylactic against the possibility that Khasar
or others in his wild-eyed audience might get completely out of control and tear
the shapely blonde to pieces with their lust. Only a complete fool would stick
his penis into a vagina slathered with chili paste. "Give 'er a second 'elping,
cookie - but be careful not to get any in her arse!"
Erika should have been glad to hear this first sign of mercy she'd heard
since she'd been in the Bird Cage. But the bestial growl in Slegg's voice
suggested that it wasn't her interests but his own that Slegg had in mind. And
the very thought caused her pelvic muscles to convulse, allowing Tranhie to cram
the fibrous phallus even deeper into her defenseless body.
One by one the crewmen came forward to fondle her. Some delighted in
squeezing the flesh of her soft, sweat-slick thighs, while others groped her
springy buttocks with virile gusto. Still others pressed their blood-stiffened
cock-staffs against her rear end and ground their pelvises against her while
they violated the perky rosette of her anus with their fingers. As the line
began to dwindle, Froggy knelt down behind her widespread legs, extended his
long reptilian tongue and licked a dash of nuoc cham from Erika's labia. Erika
exhaled a sigh of relief, but only until the cackling Chinese deposited the
reddish matter on the very tip of her clitoris. Within seconds her nude body
was trembling so violently that Slegg thought that the sturdy bamboo
spreader-bar might give way.
But the bar continued to hold Erika in place, allowing the next man,
Khasar, to slowly extract the cucumber-like vegetable from her vagina. Erika
relaxed briefly, only too glad to be free of the invasive object, just as the
muscular Mongol rammed it back inside her with a ruthless thrust that caused her
body to crumple helplessly over the crosspost.
And still they came, one man after another, each sailor adding his own
salacious signature to Erika's dreadful ordeal....
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Orang, the brutish Malayan who was last in line of the fifteen, was still
running his meaty fingers over Erika's tempting buttocks when Jasper Slegg let
his glance wander toward the sturdy cross-rail of the bamboo framework he'd
employed thrice before. He surveyed the grim apparatus thoughtfully, mentally
putting the final touches on his plans for the seventh torment.
When Deng-shan had finished collecting the final round of admission
charges, the two men released Erika from the spreader-bar. Moments later,
after some effort, Slegg extracted and held aloft the snake gourd whose reddened
tip bespoke the savagery with which the phallic object had been forced into
Erika's body. As the sailors elbowed each other with congratulatory nudges,
Erika slumped to the floor in despair, but Deng and Slegg wasted little time in
pulling her to her feet. Her strength sapped, Erika was unable to deter the two
men from hoisting her naked body astride the horizontal rail of the bamboo
framework which had already caused her so much suffering. She groaned as the
pressure of her weight forced the raw lips of her vagina against the abrasive
rail.
While Slegg held her upright, Dengshan coiled a length of rope tightly
around one ankle and then, after giving it a mighty tug, lashed her outstretched
leg to a rusty iron ring that extended from the base of the framework. He
repeated the process on her other ankle, aggravating the dreadful friction of
the bamboo pole which ran between her legs. When her ankles were safely secured,
Deng pulled Erika's wrists behind her, bound them together, and then tied them
to the crotch-rail.
After Deng had immobilized Erika's limbs, he and Slegg conferred briefly.
Grimacing from the gnawing, abrasive pressure of the railing against her crotch,
Erika was powerless to prevent Deng-shan from taking a fresh coil of thin cord
and wrapping it around her chest several times, just below her breasts, taking
care that each wrap fitted snugly against her skin, abutting its neighbors, but
not overlapping them. Then he took a second length of rope and wrapped it
around her upper chest several times in precisely the same way, so that the
lowermost coils fitted snugly against the tops of Erika's breasts, pinching the
soft mounds of flesh from above just as the under-breast ropes lifted them from
below.
Then the Chinese handyman took a third rope, doubled it in his hands and
pulled it up through the middle of the lower bindings, lifting the center
portion of the under-breast ropes up slightly. He formed the two ends of the
rope into a decorative braid as he pulled it up between Erika's breasts, lifting
her opulent mounds so that they jutted out even more prominently than before.
Then, after tightening the braid by passing it through the upper-breast ropes,
he passed the two ends of the rope over her shoulders, forming an aesthetically
pleasing V at her throat, before pulling them down through the lower windings in
back and knotting them securely in place.
Erika remembered having seen Japanese women bound in just this manner in
the book of erotic drawings and paintings that George Chan had prized so highly.
'Shinju' the Japanese called it, using their word for 'pearls'. Breast bondage.
As Jasper Slegg watched Deng's skillful ropework with unfeigned admiration,
he could well understand why Deng had gone to the trouble of mastering this
technique. The intricate rope brassiere he had created would have shaped even a
small-breasted woman's 'pearls' into the most tempting of morsels. The effect on
Erika's succulent mounds was breathtaking.
As Deng stepped away from his creation, Slegg gave him an approving nod.
There was a fine line between a breast bondage that was snug enough to enhance
the shape of a woman's breasts and one that was so tight that it distorted their
natural appeal. Deng-shan had done well. The ropes around Erika's chest
squeezed her thrusting globes splendidly, adding a hint of wanton impudence to
their natural jut.
With the breast-harness securely in place, Erika's two tormentors turned
once again to the nipple-cords they had used earlier, wasting little time in
once again snapping the fiendish circlets of hemp excruciatingly tight around
her tender lust-nuggets. Squirming miserably as a result of the inexorable
pressure of the crotch-rail against her beleaguered love-slit, Erika glanced
down at the nipple-gripping cords despairingly. They clung to the bases of her
engorged breast-buds like leeches feeding on blood-rich flesh, the dangling
strands of twine looking for all the world like the tentacles of some grotesque
parasites.
Deng took yet another rope and looped it around her neck before knotting it
around the front end of the rail, pulling Erika's head and shoulders forward a
few degrees, setting up a painful counterpoise to the rearward pressure of her
wrist-ropes. Within a few seconds Erika realized that Deng's rope-prison had
insured that her upper body was in such traction that she could neither lean
further forward nor straighten to sit fully erect.
Once Slegg was satisfied that his bare-breasted prisoner was tilted
forward at the desired angle, he turned once again to the pile of wood and
bamboo against the wall. After a brief search he found what he had been looking
for -- a pair of miniature birdcages that some craftsman, perhaps inspired by
the name that Slegg had given to the hold which had imprisoned so much lovely
cargo, had once fashioned from dozens of thin strips of dried bamboo. The base
of each cage was no larger than the palm of his hand; the cages themselves
weighed next to nothing.
Slegg ran a weathered hand across Erika's warm belly-flesh, as if rubbing
it for luck, and then he removed the detachable roofs from each of the bird
cages. Exercising great care, he carefully suspended the bird cages from the
short lengths of twine that hung from Erika's pinkish-brown nipples. Then,
after examining his handiwork with the eye of a jeweler, he released the cages,
allowing them to hang like wicker baskets from Erika's taut-stretched love buds.
The cages were quite light and did not add appreciably to Erika's misery -
but the evil glint in Jasper Slegg's eyes assured her that his scheme had not
yet reached fruition.
"Deng - hand me the coin box," he exclaimed, as the onlookers looked at
each other in puzzlement. Even Deng-shan looked perplexed as he handed over the
box of coins into which he had been depositing the admissions fees for each of
the torments.
" 'ere you go lads," said Slegg as he distributed the coins to his
audience. " 'ere's yer money back - but not for keeps. Let's 'ave a little
sport, boys - a friendly game of pitch and toss."
As Deng translated his words into Pidgin Chinese, Slegg tossed one of the
coins in Erika's direction. The coin landed on the upslope of Erika's right
breast and then slid down into the open-topped birdcage beneath. As the coin
hit the bottom of the cage, Erika felt the first slight tug on her distended
nipple. It was only then, when she tried to straighten her spine but could not,
that Erika realized the insidious nature of her enforced forward-leaning
position. Had she been able to sit fully erect on the rail, she could have used
her chest and ribcage to help support the weight of the cages. But her slightly
forward-leaning posture insured that the full weight of both cages and coins
would be borne by her rope-pinched breasts.
Within seconds, the raucous crew was laughing and cheering and wagering
as the men took turns tossing their arsenal of coins at the twin breast-baskets.
A number of coins quickly found their targets, with each successful toss adding
slightly to the mounting strain on Erika's nipples. Even the errant coins added
to her misery by bouncing off the baskets and causing them to sway back and
forth beneath her beleaguered nipples like pendulums of pain. "Keep those
titty-banks moving," Slegg incited his gleeful comrades. "Fill 'em up, boys!"
As the piles of coins in the bottom of each basket began to mount, their
weight began to take its toll. The crewmen jabbered excitedly as Erika's
tightly-bound nubbins begin to downward under the mounting strain. Soon Lucky
decided that straightforward low-arced tosses offered little challenge, since
Erika's Shinju-ed breasts offered such a forgiving backboard. He conceived the
idea of flipping the coins high in the air from either side. This technique
required some practice, and many flips misfired and fell harmlessly to the
floor, but some did not, and the added speed and momentum garnered from falling
from altitude meant that every direct hit sent a sharper tug of pain through
Erika's down-stretched nipple-nuggets. As coin after coin clinked its way into
the ever-growing caches at the bottoms of the bird-cages, the strain on Erika's
aching nipples continued to mount.
As Slegg had calculated, the sailors enjoyed the sport so much that after
tossing all the coins from the coin box at Erika's succulent breasts, and they
began going through the contents of their own pockets searching for coins that
were heavy, but of little value. As each coin found its way into the gently
swaying piggybanks that hung from Erika's breasts, each tiny bit of weight added
perceptibly to the strain on her entire body, from her harnessed breasts to her
outstretched limbs.
But even the weights hanging from her nipples were little more than a
nuisance compared to the conflagration that raged between her legs. The weight
of her body pressing down on the bamboo had soon rubbed her genitals raw. And
every time she felt that her suffering could not possibly get any worse, Slegg
was there to dip a fingertip into the fiery chili paste and rub it into her
burning girl-slit. Each such application of the nuoc cham sent Erika's body
into paroxysms of misery that set the coin-laden birdcages into motion, bouncing
against each other wildly to the delight of the crewmen of the Yang-tze Dragon.
