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DRAGON LADY
PART SIX
From Dorei to Hakujaden
Chapter One
Crystal chandeliers, leaded and beveled frosted glass dividers, gold and pewter railings, fixtures, the empty Cabaret room glitters as Lynn’s familiarized with the center stage before being escorted to the private dressing room. Her initial performance tonight for a private membership, her whirlwind entry into the sadomasochistic underworld of the Oriental society, Lynn’s also approaching the precipice of an addiction to the syringe if used on her much longer. The club closed to the public for the evening, only the upper-crust will be in attendance. The other girls, mostly Oriental, a scattering of European, some Eastern block, she’s the lone American and the lone blond on display, bleached or otherwise.
Allowed more then a week to recoup from the branding, bruises, other mistreatments to her body by just being submitted to light bondage situations and an occasional oral sexual contact, sitting in front of the dresser’s mirrors, the effects of her latest injection having worn off, she glances at the image of her naked body being massaged, primped for her debut. Just a few pounds lighter, maybe even for the good, breasts remaining just as full; her chest appears even larger on what was her already mostly slender frame. The heavy eye shadow highlighting her dark eyes, rouge, bright red lipstick finishing her makeup, her dyed blond hair strictly combed back into a tight bun, again her over the top image seems of another person, not unlike a Los Vegas showgirl.
The pair of oriental women busily administering to her, one applying a fresh coat of oily body lotion, the other finishing with the makeup, she silently watches her reflection as she feels her breasts being manipulated, oil rubbed across, into her firm flesh, her nipples glistening, puckering under the woman’s touch, actually quite stimulating. Feet spreading apart, the same hands sliding between her knees, the flexing fingers gently separating her legs, the freshly branded outline of the serpent rises off her inner thigh. The brand uniformly rising a quarter inch or so above her bare flesh, basically healed, luckily the natural separation between her legs allows her thighs not to scrape together, to irritate the still tender branding as she feels the girl’s fingertips massaging the lotion across her hairless vulva causing her to twitch, to respond with a quiet moan as the fingers softly probe her parting slit, flick across her responding clit.
Finishing with the lotion, having her stand while still facing the mirror, to obediently lift her arms just slightly out from her sides, the women begin applying her fetish gear for the show. Freshly shaven from the neck down, not a nub, a razor cut anywhere; her naked body appears back to normal except for some noticeable discoloring across a hip from what’s been an almost daily injection. Just a couple weeks into her coerced transformation she still appears perfectly toned, abs rippling, breasts like a pair of ripe melons, globular and firm, the dark areolas like bulls-eyes perfectly centered on her pendulous mounds standing upright as the nubs of her nipples jiggle as they separate, point apart.
Slipping into the obligatory black six inch spiked stiletto heels one foot at a time, her brightly painted toenails, matching her likewise long red fingernails poke through the slotted tips of the boots as the straps are wrapped, fastened around her ankles leaving her towering above the pair of naturally smallish statured oriental girls in their white smocks. Matching black leather cuffs sparkling with inserted diamonds for her ankles and wrists are quickly applied before a wide chocker collar’s fitted carefully around her throat and fastened, its diamonds glistening even brighter.
Silently watching the mirror, noticing the reflection of the girl behind her slipping a bright red ‘O’ ring up across her chin, lift the gag up and press the hard rubber against her mouth, Lynn obligingly tilts her head back, obediently spreads her lips, allows the oval donut to press between her sets of pearly white teeth as her mouth yawns open. Fitted firmly in her mouth, its black leather straps are fastened behind her neck while she feels the other girl gripping her wrists, tugging them behind her back and snapping their clamps together.
Shoulders, head still arching back, breasts bouncing as they’re forced to jaunt outward, suddenly her knees reflexively bend, her stomach ripples, hollows as she takes a couple quick, halting breaths, the startling sensation resonating through her chest of the first girl rubbing an ice cold glob of salve back and forth across her bare flesh, melding, stretching and stroking the firm tit flesh with a thick, chilling coating.
Almost rasping for breath as the girl works her breasts, eyes darting downward; Lynn sees her nipples standing out rock hard, her thrust out covered mounds glistening from the fresh coating of cold jell still melting into, dripping off her naked flesh shimmering through. Again glancing back toward the reflection from the mirror, her nude body trembling, she appears in an almost serpentine stance with her soaked breasts shoved obscenely out in front of her as the one girl finishes, the other preparing a leader leash.
Sounds in the hallway, the club having filled, Lynn senses the effects of her latest injection fading. Queasy, starting to become leery of even wondering what she’s in store for, she nervously shuffles in her heels as the pair of oriental chaperones stand to either side of her, silent, waiting. Time ticking by, her naked body glistening, still beading from the rubdown, the door’s finally tapped across, swung open.
“She’s next, bring her out,” the burly oriental orders in his heavily accented voice. Black t-shirt, pants molded to fit, his jet black hair in a caricature ‘Elvis’ look as his gold chains sway across his exposed chest. An appreciating glance toward Lynn, he holds the door open, slightly bows. “Let’s go girls!”
A ‘click’ beneath her chin, the black rope leader leash snapped in place, Lynn feels the guiding tug and her neck jerk, her breasts bouncing as the lead girl steps into the hallway. The other girl close behind, the three begin their jaunt through the darkened hallway to the Cabaret room, to the crowd of influential attendees.
Stopping behind the thick dark curtains, cigarette smoke swirls below the flood lights positioned in the rafters. The finishing touches from a pair of oriental girls act, one’s performing fellatio on the other’s obscene strap-on dildo. Unable to interpret the loud comments from the darkened audience area, the jovial atmosphere brings out the obvious meanings of the catcalls, the arousing responses regardless of what language the crowd indulges.
Chapter Two
The floor lights dimming, the pair of oriental girls having left the stage, the insistent rowdiness suddenly becomes a muffled hush as Lynn’s led from behind the ruffling curtain, guided to under the stage lights shinning down across the center of the platform. Her big breasted naked body glistening, her bleached blond hair shimmering, a stark contrast to the previous act, she draws instant attention.
“Hakujaden!... Hakujaden!” The voice rings out from the speakers as Lynn hears her new moniker for the first time. “Hakujaden!”
Glancing out into the dim shadows, the room’s tables obviously overflowing, Lynn feels the leash disconnected from her collar as her naked body’s faced forward by the other girl. The muffled comments spreading across the floor, the intensity raises as a metal cage like frame’s wheeled behind her. Elbows gripped, backed toward the cage, stepping up one foot at a time, she senses the girls gripping an ankle each, spreading and lashing the stilettos to the metal screen flooring. Her wrist cuffs separated, both arms are hoisted up past her face, spreading apart and arching up behind her with glistening chains tautly stretching from the upper back corners of the steel frame connected to her cuffs.
Her bare breasts glistening under the lights drip moisture from the tips of her thick nipples as they spread outward, obviously the focus of attention, especially with the front line of tables. Feeling fingers gripping, tugging at her slippery labia folds, the burning sensation of metal serrated prongs clamping deep onto the stretching flesh, their connected glistening metal chains tugged down and back, she feels her vulva spreading open as her knees bend, allowing for the chains to be secured to the bottoms of the cage’s back corners. Another set of matching clamps and chains, again painfully secured in front of the first pair, her vagina’s slit widens even further as her bending knees quiver. Thigh muscles rippling as the four clamps spread down toward each corner; she feels the strains on her squatting body as their chains alternately stretch and rattle from between her legs.
Drooling through the ‘O’ ring, her saliva collecting between her firm, rounded breasts tautly hoisted toward her hollowed armpits, her arms strain above her in the chains stretching towards the back of the frame. Watching wide-eyed, she slowly shakes her head back and forth between muttering grunts as another set of clamps and chains are held out in front of her face. One girl gripping a glistening breast, squeezing, tugging outward, the other spreads the Japanese clover clamp wide open, slips it up past the swelling nipple. Pressing it across the puckering nub, she lets it squeeze shut deep onto the dark areola.
“Oomph!” Lynn’s first loud grunt, the crisp pain shooting through her aching nipple pinched between the sharp serrated teeth, she feels her globular mound spring free from the girl’s releasing grip, stretch outward, upward as the sparkling chain tautly twists up toward the outer corner of the cage.
Rasping for breath, her nostrils flaring as saliva continues to drool in strands from the ‘O’ ring, her other breast firmly squeezed, the dark areola swelling, the nub hardening, the matching clover clamp’s numerous teeth are shoved across that puffy tit flesh, released. “Aaaggghhh!” Buried just as deep as the first clamp if not deeper, its chain tugged upward to the opposite upper corner of the steel frame, her trembling body forms an erotic serpentine stance as she’s chained into her semi-squatting position, her heartbeat pulsing in her quivering breasts. “Humph!... Oomph!”
Still almost a hush in the audience, the pair of white smocked girls position themselves on either end of the steel framework, slowly begin turning, revolving it in a complete circle for the crowd. Jerking, swaying, Lynn’s nude form shines beneath the lighting, shadows of her naked body reflecting from the cage’s metal surfaces as the chains tighten; slacken from her clamped flesh being tugged in different directions. Given the group every angle a couple times, the girls finally stop as Lynn’s positioned facing toward the left side of the stage.
Eerily silent, the darkened room remains quiet enough to hear Lynn’s rasping moans, the chains rattling as the pair of oriental girls positions themselves up on the cage’s floor, one in front of, the other behind Lynn. Each with an obscenely long dark dildo, they teasingly slide the thick rubber shafts across her buttocks, her breasts, lets the hard crowns flick across the glistening chains, tug and contort the clamped flesh. A dildo slipped between her thighs, jammed a couple inches up into the hollow tunnel of her stretched vagina, her buttocks twitches, the chains sway and clank as her naked body reflexively jerks.
The other dildo being slapped back and forth spank her bare breasts, the chains stretching, the crimson tinged clamps jerking at her engorging nipples as the echoes of the rubber shaft striking damp flesh resonates from the stage. Moaning, slobbering, chained into her squatting stance, the ‘thwacks’ of the flexing dildo, the grunts between the ‘O’ ring become a cadence as the other dildo pumps back and forth, disappears another couple inches between her quivering, spread thighs.
The room becoming louder, intense, most of the huge thick dildo ramming obscenely in and out, in and out between her trembling thighs, stretching, tearing at the taut rim of her vagina, Lynn helplessly realizes the Oriental men are becoming even more then enthralled at the site of an American girl being abused, at her blond hair flailing, at her big titties stretching in the serrated clamps, contorting with each smack from her obliging Oriental handler. Staring, focusing toward the dark curtains seeming to sway beside the stage, she struggles to steady her sprawling body, her ankles twisting in the stilettos as she tries to hold firm, to relieve the pain from the contorting, flexing chains, their serrated clamps dragging at her tender flesh as the dildo rams deeper. “Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph!”
The pounding continuing, her glistening body crisscrossed with beading moisture tracing, dripping across the cage’s flooring, wheezing, struggling for breath through her flaring nostrils, the harsh lights from above go dark, the girls step back. Her body still trembling as the dildo’s dragged from between her thighs, the chains constant rattling becomes a gentler jingle as they sway from the dangling clamps. Feeling the tightness in her extremities, her muscles, tendons knotting as she attempts to position herself into a less painful position, still semi-squatting, arching, bowing to lessen the chains tugging at each other, she stares into the disorienting darkness as the room quiets.
Feeling the cage jerked, its wheels creaking as it’s twisted around, the clamps digging deeper into her tugged flesh, her fists clenching as she staggers, struggling to stand upright, the lights again flash on from above. Facing the center of the room, the cage just inches from the edge of the stage, the faces of the closest onlookers illuminated, their expression’s intense, she again hears a low murmur filtering through the rest of the darkened room. The cage’s floor bouncing, the huge shadow filtering across her, she catches a glimpse of a naked man positioning himself between her thighs.
Squinting her eyes shut, shaking her head back and forth as the chains clatter, she bites into the ‘O’ ring as she realizes its Sensei’s hands sliding across her buttocks, spreading her butt cheeks. Heart thumping in her aching chest, reflexively tensing, inhaling a deep breath as she feels his manhood slapping up between her thighs, smacking across the foursome of clamps stretching her vagina open, she defensively jerks as the monstrous crown drags back across her exposed clit, between her stretching labia folds, come to rest against her puckered rectum.
Twitching her hips, trying to probe for his shaft with her gapping vagina, as painful as being fucked by his cock was before, she can’t imagine it being rammed into her butt. Chains twisting, clanking, the clamps digging deeper into her stretching labia folds, she senses his fingers spreading her butt cheeks even further apart as the throbbing crown presses against, probes between the spreading rim of her sphincter muscles.
“Oooommmppphhh!”
Contorting, her breasts stretching upwards in the chains as she bends, twists forward, again squatting, trying to ward off the huge cock, she feels his hands gripping her hips, his thighs pressing forward as his cock ‘plops’ in its initial inch or so.
“Ooooommmmppphhh!”
Clenching her fists, eyes rolling upwards as saliva drools from the ‘O’ ring, rasping for breath, she’s sure her rectum’s ripping, the taut flesh tearing as the hot, thick shaft penetrates, slides between her jerking thighs.
“Ooooommmmppphhh!”
Three, four inches, even more, she feels his hips begin to sway, thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting inward a little deeper each time. Starring down toward the table, the group of Oriental men sitting around it obviously engrossed with the exhibition, grunting with each thrust she tenses in the clanking chains tugging her vagina, her nipples. Seeing their enthralled stares, their eyes locked on her naked body as she’s rocked back and forth, she finds herself beginning to thrust back, jerkily forcing her hips back, flexing forward, getting into some sort of rhythm. The pain somehow no longer hurting, accepting his throbbing cock that seems to be gliding in and out, the dark room tends to spin as her aching body relaxes.
“Oomph!... Oomph!... Oomph! Grunting, thrusting, feeling her insides filling with his pulsing shaft, one of his hands reaching around, gripping a clamped breast, the other pressing across her hip, gripping, tweaking her swollen clit, her grunts become more like rasping moans, the pain morphing to acceptance, to a sort of a contagious excitement like the rest of the filled room. His thighs continuing to slam against her hips, her head twisting, again she glances through her hazing eyes toward the shuffling curtain, notices her friend, Kunoichi, the red dragon tattoo glistening from her parted robe covering her hand manipulating a breast, her other hand obviously pressing between her thighs, watching.
Shamelessly masturbating herself, watching the pair still humping in sequence in front of the mesmerized audience, her eyes locking with Lynn’s, Kunoichi realizes the injections are no longer needed, Lynn’s become Hakujaden, the white serpent, now a part of their sadomasochistic circle.
End Part Six
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