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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL
OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This
posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website. You must obtain the
author's permission prior to posting.
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Master Chen Fu Shek and the Beauty Queen
By Night Owl
(Story Content: M/f, Abduction, Bondage, Intense Tickle Torture, NC)
Part 3
A sharp, metallic click echoed off the walls of the cellar as Master Chen Fu Shek turned the ratcheted wheel crank. The two metal extension arms slowly raised the stocks at her feet up and back toward the head of the table. Kelly’s spread knees were now forced to her chest, her ass tilted upward, presenting her smooth, hairless crotch in a compromising fashion.
“Wake up, my dear,” he said, “or you will miss the fireworks.”
Kelly was just coming to as he folded the lower half of the table down. Her eyes grew wide when she noticed the new position her body had been forced into.
"As you can now see, my table has many adjustments, each designed to maximize the exposure to different areas of the body."
Master Chen moved to another part of the room and began sorting through his instruments. While he did this, Kelly tested her wrists in hoping that her struggles might have loosened them from the stocks, but it was no use. Her arms were still pinned above her head. She looked at her raised feet. The whole scene reminded her of an exam at a gynecologist’s office, only this mad Chinaman’s intentions were much more perverse.
He approached the table again and stood right between her elevated feet. He held up his hand. On the end of each finger, was a metal ring that tapered to a razor sharp point at the end.
"These are called The Nails of Wisdom," he said, "each finely crafted with polished sterling silver, and sized to fit the finger precisely."
He gently bent her toes backward with his other hand to tighten the flesh around her arches, then dragged one point down the length of her foot. Kelly reacted instantly, howling out in great gales of helpless laughing protests, her body jerking helplessly against the restraints.
"Yes, quite unbearable isn't it? Now imagine what five dancing nails can do."
He wiggled and scraped the nails up and down each foot for ten agonizing minutes, then spread her toes apart and tortured them for another ten more. Her delicate pallets were already well-lubricated with her own sweat, allowing the jeweled claws to glide effortlessly along her glistening flesh. Kelly thought she was slowly losing her mind. This lunatic might just as well have been extinguishing a lit cigarette on her tender soles, and at this point, she would have preferred that instead. At least she could take the pain with some dignity, but tickling she had no control over. Like a schoolgirl, she screamed in wails of high-pitched laughter, the maddening sensations matched only by the humiliation of knowing that she was speeding closer and closer to a very intense climax. It was unbearably torturous, yet strangely exciting - and he hadn't even touched her 'down there' yet!
Her feet twitched wildly as the scratching sensations lingered in her soles. Her laughter accelerated to a wheezing rhythm of desperate gasps for breath. Her feet gyrated and the muscles in her upper thighs and pelvic region flexed reactively until they ached. The affects of the nails became obvious to Master Chen after about 10 minutes. He paused often during this torture, keeping any relief of an orgasm for the girl just out of reach.
While Kelly sobbed, crazed in a paradox of pain and pleasure, he redirected his attentions to her pouting loins. His assistant, Soon-Lee, had done well in prepping this one. The dark soft curls that had once covered her pubis were completely gone now, leaving a valley of smooth flesh from her vagina to that lovely, puckered hole in her ass. Selecting an ostrich plume and a peacock feather, he began teasing her from the backs of her knees to her open thighs, just short of the target, he fluttered the fleecy tip as she giggled frantically.
"Plea-please! Ssstop! I-I'm going mad!" Kelly was lost in orgasmic hell, "Oh God . . . PLEASE!"
Finally, he took the two calligraphy brushes again and teased both 'holes' simultaneously.
"Every nerve in your flesh has been awakened," he told her. "Sensation has become reality. You pray for the release of climax, because for the last three hours it has been dangling just out of reach. You have learned how one's own sexuality can be used with the most painful results -- more painful even than the whip."
The Master then lowered his head down between her open thighs, "Now you are mine," he hissed.
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The police combed the entire warehouse, searching every room, but found no trace of Chen Fu Shek or the girl he kidnapped, Kelly McCorkle. Everyone feared the worst -- that the Chinaman, as cunning and elusive as he was, had somehow been tipped off about the raid, allowing him enough time to whisk his captive off to some other location. Then an alert female officer, discovered a secret door hidden away in a remote part on the lowest level. Behind it, more rooms were searched. In one of them, they found the beautiful assistant Soon-Lee, hanging naked from the ceiling by her wrists. Two of Master Chen's henchmen were tickling the poor girl to the point of hysterics. Her tortured laughter was so loud and distracting, that the two men had been taken completely by surprise and arrested without incident. On a table nearby, were feathers, brushes, and other implements, some completely foreign to the officers, all carefully laid out and ready to be used on the pretty captive. Soon-Lee was still gasping for air and babbling in Cantanese while the female officer untied her wrists and draped a blanket over her trembling body. Whether she had consented to this torture or not couldn't be determined at the moment, so she was rushed back to headquarters with the two suspects for questioning. The search resumed.
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Kelly craned her head back on the table and whimpered like a new-born pup, as his long, serpent-like tongue darted out to taste her glistening sex. She was on the brink of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, or ever hoped to again. Her clit swelled from underneath its hood and the Chinaman attacked it without mercy, slithering his tongue around the shiny, wet pearl. Kelly's heart beat like a drum against her chest. A warmth swept through her body, rivers of fresh sweat flowed out of her open pores. He sucked the whole flower of her sex into his mouth and fluttered his skilled appendage against her clit. Then, the evil madman began scraping his long fingernails against the soles of her feet. Kelly screamed out in hysterics, her feet were like extensions of her sex organs now, and the tickling sensations hurled her over the edge into that dark abyss. Her body rocked, her muscles spasmed, she moaned and giggled uncontrollably between shrieks of ecstasy. Master Chen did not waver, but renewed his attacks by digging his long fingernails in her soles, while thrusting his powerful tongue deeper into her vagina. Kelly could do nothing, but scream. Laughter was simply too tame a reaction for the torturously intense sensations that were erupting from her loins and feet. Another powerful orgasm racked her body, then another. When the Chinaman finally withdrew his attack, she was completely exhausted, but her body was so charged, it would have taken very little to bring her to another climax.
"You are truly the most magnificent specimen I have ever encountered. I have killed women with half of what I have administered to you." He paused to passionately kiss her right foot. "My wife died on our honeymoon. Although she was beautiful and wildly ticklish, she did not have the strength to endure my talents, and I . . . I had not acquired the experience and discipline to know when she truly had enough. Since then, I have been alone.
“Oh I managed to amuse myself with the girls that work in our brothels, but they break so easily. Now my life has changed. You Kelly . . . YOU are the one I have been looking for all these years!"
Chen Fu Shek could not control himself any longer. He opened his satin robe and threw it aside. Although he was in his late-forties, he had the body of a man half his age. His powerful torso flexed as his huge member sprang forth. He stepped up to the table and anxiously adjusted the angle of his steel hard penis to facilitate penetration. Then he slowly slid his pulsating masculinity into her vagina. Kelly groaned with exquisite bliss. When impaled to the hilt, she let out a throaty sigh.
Her yielding loins beckoned him inward. His stroke began slowly, each time withdrawing himself, all but the massive head, then slowly pushing the veiny, muscled organ back in. The pace picked up gradually, until Kelly cried out.
"Oh God, yes . . . FUCK ME!"
At the sound of this, Master Chen lost all restraint. His pelvis slammed into her again and again, his massive testicles slapping against her gaping tush. Her body jerked forward and back again with each violent thrust, her breasts shaking wildly. Gripping the padded stocks, he covered the soles of her tethered feet with wet kisses. She screamed with delight.
Suddenly, the two became one, and they exploded together -- her love canal, clutching and massaging his member as it pumped and filled her womb. They groaned in unison, then both went limp from exhaustion.
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Two policemen made their way down the hall toward Chen Fu Shek’s interrogation room, their guns drawn.
“Remember,” one of them warned, “they still have the girl, so watch where you shoot. If we lose her to a stray bullet, then it’ll be both our asses!”
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Kelly came to just as Master Chen lowered the foot of the table back to its original position. He unbuckled the straps around her ankles, then her wrists. Kelly was free, but she was too weak to even move, much less run away.
"Rest my love," he said, while rubbing her tired limbs with his hands, "for we have much more exploring to do. There are many rooms just like this one in my underground sanctum. All equipped with furnishings and implements that only a woman with a true love and tolerance for tickling would appreciate. You are the most magnificently ticklish woman I have ever met. Fate brought you to Hong Kong so we could be together, and I will never let you go. In the day hours, you will be fed the finest foods, wear the finest clothes. You will be bathed, massaged . . . . pampered like a goddess. In the evenings, we will explore my dungeon together. Then you will marry me."
"M . . . marry you?" Kelly whispered, her mind still swimming.
"Yes, and do not think you can resist me. I have methods of persuasion that will make this evening look like choir practice."
He bent down and kissed her on the mouth.
"After we are married, you will bear me a son," he mouthed his words around her lips. "One that I may teach the skills that have been passed down my family for generations. I am all that is left, my dear, sweet Kelly. You and I must ensure that our line will never be severed."
Kelly tried to speak, but she was still too exhausted. Whether it was the effects of the opium she had inhaled earlier, or the long hours of torture that had challenged her, both physically and mentally; darkness began to flood her consciousness. She vaguely remembered the sudden crash at the door behind her; the sounds of splintered wood hitting the floor; of her new Master stepping away from the table, and the look of outrage in his eyes. He shouted something in Cantanese at the unknown intruders. Then everything went black, and the last thing Kelly remembered before she went under, were gunshots.
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Kelly McCorkle never quite got over that horrible nightmare. She returned to the states with her boyfriend, Ron. Two months later, they separated. She was then treated for nervous exhaustion, and after ninety days, came out of the hospital much improved. Eventually, Kelly got married, had children and lived a happy, normal life, but with a few exceptions. Occasionally, her childhood stutter would come and go for no reason, or sometimes just a touch, as innocent as placing a hand on her shoulder, might send the poor girl cringing and cowering away as though she were being assaulted with a hot poker . . . or a feather.
As for Chen Fu Shek, former Interrogator for the Te-Wu, the world knew nothing of him while he lived, but as reporters uncovered information about his last victim, and that she was a former Miss America contestant, the story spread like wild fire all over the globe, and stayed in the headlines for weeks. Thankfully, Kelly's real name was never released, allowing her some privacy, while Master Chen became a celebrity of sorts. He was "The Mad Chinaman" or "Master Tickler", his lifetime exploits chronicled up to that fatal shoot-out with the Hong Kong police. The death of Chen Fu Shek closed the book on his family history forever, but there would always be the stories, and with a good story, one might inspire generations of followers.
Perhaps in knowing this, the Master's untimely end would not have displeased him after all.
End
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