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DRAGON LADY
PART FOUR
A second indoctrination into the Oriental slavery lifestyle Lynn’s being exposed too.
Chapter One
Hazily awakening, lying across the satin sheet flat on her back, she senses the fur lined cuffs securing her wrists to the upper pillars of the bed. Her buttocks hoisted across a mound of pillows with her ankles loosely cuffed to the lower pillars, Lynn glances around the room’s shadows, the only light source a flickering scented candle on the table against the wall at the head of the bed that’s been pulled out a few feet. A groggy second glance around, she doesn’t realize she’s back in her friend’s apartment, in another of her bedrooms. The rawness, the soreness between her thighs resonating with each heartbeat, glancing across her spread breasts she struggles to glimpse between her parted thighs past the rounded curve of her pubic mound hoisted upwards, glistening with lotion.
Not knowing how long she’s been shackled, hours, days, who knows, glancing from one hand to the other, clenching her fists, she clumsily flexes her fingers open and shut as she twists her wrists back and forth. A token tug on each cuff, arching her shoulders, tilting her head and glancing down toward one ankle, the other, she again gives a half hearted tug, resigns to being shackled spread-eagled across the mattress. Completely naked, the ropes gone, her thoughts blurrily drift back to being mounted by the Oriental, ‘Sensei’ who so brutally assaulted her, seeming to split her apart.
Again her hazed thoughts drawn toward the pain between her spread thighs, squinting, raising her head, craning her neck, she attempts to get a closer glance at her aching vagina as she flexes her hips, lifts awkwardly upwards. Her shaven mound glistening, the puffy folds of her labium even fuller then normal as she strains, her buttocks bouncing on the pillows, she’s almost relieved as she catches a glimpse of her spread slit, reddened, sore but apparently not the worse for wear. Thinking back, realizing how monstrous his cock was, how deep he penetrated her, she leans back, takes a couple deep breaths. Glancing around the shadows, arching, bowing, grunting as she again curls forward, her wrists, ankles tugging at the cuffs as she stares between her spread thighs a second time, she tries to reassure herself, to double check that she’s physically okay.
“Lynn!.. Or should I say Dorei?”
Hearing the familiar voice, glancing toward the bedroom door swinging open, she see’s the Oriental girl entering the room, her colorfully designed satin robe partially parted exposing most of her nude body. Leaning her head back, relaxing her arms and legs, Lynn watches through her glazed eyes as the girl slowly steps toward the bed, allowing the robe to slip down off her shoulders, drop to the floor. Again tugging at the cuffs, twisting her ankles, arching her back, Lynn turns her face away, glares across the pillow toward the curtained window.
The mattress softly bounces as the girl sits next to Lynn’s spread body, nods, rubs her hands together with lotion as she quietly speaks, “Quite a workout with Sensei you had.” Reaching out, patting Lynn’s inner thigh, she adds, “I really didn’t think you could actually handle it all.” Sliding her saturated index finger upwards, back and forth across the puffy folds between Lynn’s flexing thighs, gently tapping the nub of the swollen clit, she reaches up with her other hand, cups Lynn’s chin, turns her face toward her while scowling, “Look at me when I speak, Dorei!... Look at Kunoichi!”
The shadows flickering from the candle, glancing up toward the Oriental girl’s dark face, toward her glistening olive toned bare breasts spreading, swaying from between her arched back shoulders, the colorful dragon seems to waver on her bare breast as Lynn feels the girl’s finger penetrating her sore slit, the cool lotion actually soothing as the flexing finger twists slowly inward a couple knuckles deep.
“You’re quite the sensation,” Kunoichi nods as she gently caresses the reddened flesh with her finger, thumb. Reaching up letting her free hand glide across Lynn’s puffed out stomach, cupping a swaying mound, flicking her thumb across its flat areola; she begins gently melding that firm breast. “You’ve already accumulated an impressive list of clientele right here in our building who can’t wait their turn!”
Sliding her hands away, slipping off the mattress, the girl reaches for the black mask in the table’s top drawer, slips it across Lynn’s forehead, aligning, adjusting it. Stepping around the bed, adjusting each rope, tugging it taut to each pillar, she forces Lynn’s body to arch, to bow across the pillows beneath her buttocks. Retrieving an ‘O’ ring mouth gag from the drawer, slipping the overly large bright red oval rubber between Lynn’s stretching lips, securing the black leather straps behind her neck, she harshly tugs the braid of Lynn’s hair, craning her neck back as she ties it to the head of the bed. Tweaking Lynn’s right nipple, stepping toward the foot of the bed and slipping her robe back on, she whispers in her ear, “Time to loan you out again… This next indoctrination’s going to be a different type of pain, no sex for the next client, he’s just a sadist.”
Hearing the footsteps leaving the bedroom as the door slams shut, heart pounding from her ominous comments, craning her neck, Lynn’s barely able to twist her head from side to side, unable to lift upwards. Grunting, again twisting, tugging her hands, her feet, her extremities ache as she bows across the firm pillows beneath her hips. Fully alert, heart pounding as the thoughts of what’s happening fills her mind, she hears the door again reopening. Holding firm, listening to the sound of footsteps approaching, she reflexively tenses as the room becomes a low buzz of activity.
Ropes drawn through eyelets anchored in the ceiling above the bed, the dangling ends aligned across Lynn’s breasts and hips, Kunoichi along with a middle aged, distinguished Oriental man step to either side of the bed. Dressed in a black, appearing to be a sort of ceremonial type robe, grayish hair, slightly more then average build, he still commands an ominous presence. Silent, obviously familiar with the routine, he lays a number of prepared bamboo shunts across the mattress, Kunoichi assisting as she holds an end of a rope still as he aligns the first shunt across Lynn’s torso at an angle between her thrust out breasts.
Manipulating a second shunt, crisscrossing it above the first, he carefully wraps a thin strand of hemp several times around the pair where they meet, across, beneath, around the bamboo, tying the very ends of the twine together. Reaching across Lynn’s bowed torso, pressing the ends of the shunts together nearest Kunoichi, glancing toward her, giving a nod, he holds the ends of the shunts together as she wraps the rope around their notched ends.
“Oomph!... Humph!” Feeling her breast being compressed, the oval wooden shunts flexing, burrowing into her bulging titflesh, Lynn’s grunts gurgle from the ‘O’ ring as she jerks at her bound braid, twists her head back and forth across the ruffling pillow. “Oomph!... Agghhh!”
A glance toward Kunoichi by the quiet man, another glance toward Lynn’s ‘O’ ring, Kunoichi finishes with the rope, picks up a shorter shunt from the mattress, steps toward the head of the bed. Slipping the narrower end into the red donut, stretching the hard rubber even wider, pressing, guiding the shunt inward three, four inches, Lynn’s grunts are muffled as he nods his approving acknowledgement.
Stepping toward the other side of the bed as he presses the opposite ends of the bamboo tightly together compressing Lynn’s other breast, Kunoichi grips the other swaying rope, aligns it with the bamboo’s notches, binds the ends together. The pair of bound bulging breasts discoloring, the dark stretching areolas shimmer as the blue veins just beneath her translucent tit flesh crisscrosses. Her back noticeably arching upwards off from the mattress by the pair of stretching ropes, her arms flex, straighten toward the corners of the bed.
Again positioning themselves on either side of the bed, the man chooses another shunt similar to the original pair. Passing it to Kunoichi, pressing his palms across Lynn’s inner thighs, he silently nods toward her puckered rectum as he spreads her legs wider. Aligning the blunt end against the quivering sphincter muscles rimming Lynn’s rectum, twisting, shoving it inward, she momentarily hesitates as he holds her twitching legs firmer. Another shove, another twist, a final shove and a good six inches of bamboo disappear between Lynn’s buttocks.
“Uuuuummmppphh!” A gagged screech, her naked body bucking, her hips jerking, her throbbing breasts stretching and swaying from the ropes, she feels the harsh bamboo shunt impaling her from the rear.
The wooden shaft in her throat grinding across her tongue, the roof of her mouth, now another ramming deep between her spread thighs, her wrists, ankles grind back and forth in the cuffs as she bows, arches above the bedding. “Aaaaggghhhh!” Terrified, her breasts throb, rectum burns as her nostrils flair with each forced breath.
Reaching for the other swaying rope, wrapping it around, binding the third shunt as he hoists her hips higher, Kunoichi finishes, slips the pillows off from the bed as Lynn’s body arches well above the mattress, her spread arms, legs dragged toward the edges of the bed along with her braid of hair.
Glancing over her naked body, stepping toward the foot of the bed he reaches between Lynn’s thighs, past the rope stretching upwards from the third and impaling bamboo shunt. Her vagina spread, the discolored folds puffy surrounding her swollen clit, the hollow of her slit, he flicks the protruding nub, watches her quivering body tremble, jerk beneath the trio of ropes stretching down from the ceiling’s eyelets.
Stepping back, reaching around and picking up a pair of long, thin bamboo shunts, he hands one to Kunoichi, positions himself midway up the edge of the bed. Nodding across Lynn’s waist toward Kunoichi, gripping the bamboo in both fists, slowly raising it above his head, he flicks it downward.
“Swish… Thwack!”
“Oomph!”
The sound of the bamboo curling, twisting through the air, the flexing narrow end smacking, embedding into the taut flesh of Lynn’s rippling stomach, her guttural groans are barely emitted as Kunoichi in the same stance flicks her bamboo shunt downward toward Lynn’s navel.
“Swish… Thwack!”
“Humph!”
Another grunt as the ropes jerk, Lynn twists, sways above the bed. A pair of bright red welts inches apart, he nods across her glistening body, slowly raises the shunt a second calculating time. Glancing toward the bulging breast closest to him, waiting until Kunoichi raises her flexing bamboo, he flicks his wrists forward.
“Swish… Thwack!”
“Aaaggghhhrrr!”
The shunt smacking, glancing off Lynn’s taut areola, the second shunt quickly follows, swishes through the air, looping, curling downward from the other side. “Thwack!”
“Aaaaaaaggggghhhhrrrrr!”
Smacking, glancing off Lynn’s other breast with a hollowing ‘thud’, another guttural scream from her stuffed mouth, a couple more thick red welts instantly rise, stretch, almost touch across her bulging breasts.
Wheezing, straining to breathe through her flairing nostrils, the searing, ripping pain jolts through her chest, her stomach as the taut ropes grip the bamboo shunts gripping her flesh, suspending her swaying body above the bed.
Twisting at the hip, reaching outward, holding the tip of the bamboo just inches above her spread slit, holding his arms firm, glancing toward Kunoichi, nodding toward Lynn’s purplish breasts, he waits for the other shunt to be raised, centered across the globular mounds. Nodding, raising the flexing bamboo slowly upward, watching as Kunoichi does likewise, he raises on the tips of his toes, hesitates, flicks the shunt downward toward her clit.
“Swi… Swish!... Thhh… Thhwwwaaccckkk!”
‘Aaaaaaaaagggggghhhhhhhh!”
Both shunts curled downward, one across Lynn’s breasts, the other buried in her spread slit, both nipples flatten beneath the flexing bamboo as Lynn screams, jerks, twists, bucks from the twanging ropes. Her naked body glistening, beading with perspiration, every muscle, every tendon visibly stretches beneath her taut flesh. Fists clenching, fingernails digging into her palms, toes curling, pointing down toward the bedspread, her stomach ripples as the red welts crisscross her tortured body.
Again silently positioning himself across from her flexing midriff, almost casually raising the shunt, nodding for Kunoichi to raise hers, he again flicks the bamboo through the air.
“Swish… Thwack!.........Swish… Thwack!” The pair of shunts smack across Lynn’s navel, pubic mound, then silence. Another pair of crimson welts with Lynn’s body slumping back, her arms, legs go limp, fingers, toes relaxes. Lowering the bamboo, he drops it almost gently across the bedspread, finished with his brief, free demonstration.
Accepting his approving nod, Kunoich bows, steps from the room behind him, satisfied he’ll want to be a well paying regular on the list.
End Part Four
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