Chapter 140 The Eighth Torment - Slegg's Revenge
When a gloating Jasper Slegg and a bright-eyed Deng-shan finally began
undoing the ropes that had bound Erika to the rail, ending her seventh and final
torment, the sailors began filing out of the room. Erika flushed with
humiliation as she heard them laughing and talking, comparing their favorite
memories of Jasper Slegg's circus of sexual subjugation.
As for Slegg, he knew that his extravaganza would provide his cut-throat
crewmates with an abundance of material for shipboard scuttlebutt for months.
And erotic visions of a blonde demi-goddess enslaved by rope and bamboo would
surely haunt the lonely hammocks of the ship's sleeping quarters for many
voyages to come.
But even with the crewmen gone, Erika's night of terror was not yet done.
With the half-full coin-baskets still hanging from her aching nipples, the
malevolent first mate brusquely ordered her to retrieve the coins that had
missed their mark and add them one by one to the already-heavy baskets.
"Hurry it up, wench!" Slegg rasped. "And don't let those baskets touch the
deck - unless you want to wear 'em all night!"
And so it was that an utterly debased Erika Weiss crawled around the floor
on her hands and knees between her two gloating tormentors, her superb breasts
straining against the weight of the coins. From time to time one or the other
would spear her flank with the pointed toe of a boot, keeping the swaying
baskets in motion as she searched for the coins that had gone astray. Erica's
anguish was redoubled by the knowledge that the weighted baskets swaying gently
from her abused nipples were only inches above the floorboards whose support
would have eased her dreadful burden immeasurably.
It took Erika several minutes of frantic searching to retrieve all of the
coins and add them to the nipple-tugging baskets. When she had finally found
the last coin, Slegg ordered her to stand up. "Easy, now, Princess," he warned
her, as she tried to clamber to her feet without upsetting the brimming baskets.
"Ye wouldn't want to spill 'em and begin again, would ye, now?"
"N-no," Erika murmured as she struggled painfully to her feet, her breasts
throbbing from the weight of the coins. As she did so, she saw Jasper Slegg
gingerly fingering the nasty gash over his eye, the gash she had opened with the
shovel in the stoking room when his lash-strokes had driven her to a pain-crazed
act of rebellion that had brought disaster down upon her head and body. Erika
could tell by the rhythmic clenching and unclenching of his teeth and the
pulsing of a vein in his temple that the wound had begun to throb once again.
Jasper Slegg, no bargain under the best of circumstances, loomed even more
menacingly before her now.
Once she had risen, Deng-shan ordered her to extend her wrists, which he
quickly imprisoned in a tight circlet of rope. Then, armed with his fishing
knife, the ship's carpenter cut through the lengths of twine that hung from her
tender nipples. Having done so, he removed the coin-baskets and passed through
the curtain which partitioned the Bird Cage in order to put the money safely
away, leaving Erika alone with a Jasper Slegg who was clearly in pain. The
Englishman's fingers wrestled briefly with the tight loops of twine that choked
her nipple-buds before liberating them. As the tiny ringlets fell away, Erika's
nipples began to throb anew as circulation returned to the sensitive tips of her
breasts.
Deng's shinju bondage had left Erika's luscious love-gourds rosy from the
constrictive pressure of the hempen ropes. As he stroked his brow, Slegg
squinted at Erika's bound breasts with an air of self-satisfied possessiveness,
still finding it somewhat difficult to believe that such a magnificent creature
was utterly in his power. The performance, the Seven Torments, had gone better
than he could have expected. The men seemed to have enjoyed the show immensely
and he and Deng had earned enough for a thrilling night of debauchery at Madame
Wong's when next the Yangtze Dragon called on Shanghai.
As an exhausted Erika struggled to catch her breath, Slegg continued to
stare at the hypnotic rise and fall of her proud-jutting breasts with hawk-like
concentration. His right arm twitched spasmodically, betraying his longing to
give those coral-tipped beauties the kind of meticulous, workmanlike strapping
that their splendid size and shape cried out for.
It had been four (or was it five?) years since Deng and a couple of the
boys had helped him settle a score with Hua Ping, a beautiful pleasure girl in
Kowloon. {See the story "Abduction in Kowloon"}. Slegg's swollen cock pulsed
with virile longing as he remembered the riveting sight of Hua's honey-gold
love-mounds recoiling in pain in response to each cut of Deng's switch. After
every stinging stroke the raven-haired concubine's breasts had shuddered like
rose petals in a morning breeze before coming to rest and offering their naked
splendor to the next slash of the switch.
He could still hear, as well, the echoes of the wicked THWACKK! that
Froggy's leather strap had made when it collided with Hua's tempting young
breasts. Each stroke of the strap had flattened her pouting nipples for an
instant in time, but invariably they had sprung back, pert and defiant,
presenting the most erotic of targets for the length of dark leather. The
haunting groans of anguish that had spilled from Hua's soft sensuous lips after
each flesh-searing stroke were etched in his memory forever....
But Captain Andrew McMahon, Slegg well knew, would keelhaul him if he
defaced the superb body of this fiery, blue-eyed blonde with the kind of
flogging he and his cronies had given Hua Ping.
But there were other pleasures, equally depraved pleasures, that would be
less incriminating ....
Noting the increasing redness of Erika's breasts, Slegg decided that it
would be a prudent precaution to undo the shinju-ropes from Erika's luscious
love-globes. He spun her around roughly and then pulled her toward him so that
his granite-hard erection pressed against Erika's naked buttocks as his fingers
went to work on the knot midway between her shoulderblades. As the ropes began
to fall away from Erika's torso, Slegg peered over her shoulder and smiled with
satisfaction as he studied the alluring pattern the cord had etched into the
upper curves of her breasts. The marks would probably fade by morning, but the
soreness would surely last for a day or two.
For a moment Erika was relieved as she felt the breast-pinching ropes fall
away from her tender mounds. But her relief was short-lived when the ropes were
replaced almost instantly by Slegg's marauding hands. She felt the wiry body of
the evil Englishman pressing against her nakedness and tried to pull away. But
Slegg merely laughed and pulled her against his body, rubbing his erection into
the crease between her buttocks while he cupped her right breast with one hand
and pawed at her crotch with the other.
Squirming fitfully, Erika cursed at him and pushed at his lower hand with
her bound wrists and managed to pry his groping fingers away from her golden
triangle. But Slegg merely uttered a derisive grunt and slid his free hand up
over her sweat-slick belly and wrapped his fingers around her left breast. His
crushing grip caused Erika to cry out in protest and she tried again to tear
herself free of his grasp, but she slipped on the sawdust-strewn floor and fell
to one knee. Angered by her stubborn resistance, Slegg seized her by her blonde
mane, lifted her to her feet and slammed her bodily against a nearby wall.
Erika cried out in pain and took a few staggering steps in hopes of eluding her
tormentor. But the hours of abuse had taken their toll and soon she felt Slegg
wrap his arms around her from behind once again, this time pinning her arms to
her sides even as he reached for her breasts.
Ignoring Erika's feeble attempts to raise her arms and push his hands
away, Jasper Slegg snarled angrily and gouged his fingers into her tit-globes
with renewed ferocity, crushing her mouthwatering melons between his clutching
fingers until Erika could no longer suppress a series of soft moans.
"Don't give me that! You like it rough, you little whore!" Slegg growled.
"Don't you? But it's time for another game, now, sweetie," he growled as he
released her breasts and proceeded to wrestle Erika's pain-wracked body a few
steps forward and to his right. Within moments he had bent Erika's nude body
over the thigh-high storage cabinet he had taken the ropes and candles from
earlier.
As he liberated his throbbing cock, the oppressive weight of Slegg's body
crushed Erika's breasts against the coils of rough hempen cord that were stacked
atop that side of the cabinet. "No! ... No!" Erika protested as Slegg used the
weight of his body and the strength of his arms to hold her down even as he slid
his rutting phallus into the soft, sensuous cleavage of her bare bottom-cheeks.
The tip of his cock tingled with pleasure as Slegg felt the incomparably sweet
pressure of rape-lust building in his swollen testicles.
"Better not fight me, wench!" Slegg growled as he wrestled Erika's body
into position. "Unless you want to take twenty men up the arse instead of one!"
Tranh had oiled Erika's shapely derriere generously and within seconds,
Slegg's cock-shaft was slick and glistening and poised at Erika's defenseless
rosette. He lunged forward, driving Erika's naked thighs into the side of the
sturdy cabinet, as he punched his ramrod into her defenseless passageway.
"YAAGHH!" he snarled triumphantly, as he gripped her tighter, exulting in
the twin sensations of power and lust as he worked his knob deeper into Erika's
anus.
Erika grunted in pain, and fought to spring free, trying to escape an anal
rape that would surely prove as vicious as the one she had suffered when Mao and
Yim had held her over the barrows in the stoking room. As she lunged forward,
Erika, searching desperately for a weapon, stretched a hand toward an oil lamp
that was just out of reach on the far end of the cabinet.
Overcome by passion, Slegg took no notice of Erika's reaching hand, and
lunged again, driving his rampaging ramrod still deeper into her defenseless
body. This time his hip-thrust seemed to lift Erika's body slightly and she
clawed frantically for the lamp yet again. Her outstretched fingertips had just
found the base of the lamp when Slegg stabbed his cock-staff into her with such
violence that the pressure of her fingers caused the lamp to slide off the far
end of the cabinet and crash to the floor.
WHOOOSHHHH!!!! The oil lamp exploded into a fiery ball of flame at
impact, causing some of the bone-dry bamboo-shavings and sawdust on the floor to
ignite. Within seconds a panicky predator and his prey saw thin fingers of
flame sprinting across the floor in all directions.
"Bloody Christ!! You stupid cunt," Slegg roared as he shoved Erika aside
violently. He stuffed his fast-fading erection back into his dark trousers, his
virulent lust depleted by the sight of the spreading fire. "Look what you've
done! Fire! Fire!!"
