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Chapter 165 The Slave Girls of Zhou-shan Island
Racked with pain and drenched with perspiration Erika Weiss trudged doggedly up the hill toward the dark castle in the distance. Her arms and shoulders, yoked securely to the general’s makeshift chariot, were aching and her well-toned thighs were burning from the effect of the severe uphill grade. To make matters worse, each time Erika paused to give her sore muscles even a momentary respite, she was rewarded with a sharp flick of the whip across her naked backside. The scarlet striata on her bare buttocks broiled in the unforgiving midday sun
High overhead, flocks of raucous seabirds swooped and sailed in endless arcs across the azure sky, their loud staccato cries seeming to mock Erika’s dreadful ordeal. At times, almost as one, they dived sharply downward, their pale wings flapping noisily in the still, sun-parched air, as if to get an even better view of the beleaguered beauty below. But even at their nearest approach, the squawking, sharp-eyed voyeurs were unable to get as good a look at the bare-breasted prisoner as were General Wang’s slovenly recruits. As Erika drew nearer to the grim castle, more and more ill-featured militiamen began to line the treacherous, tortuous path along which she labored, pointing and whispering at the plight of the island’s first European slave.
And why not? What man would not have wanted to draw closer in order to get a better view of a statuesque beauty harnessed like a beast of burden? Especially a beautiful young blonde clad only in an indecent scrap of leather that accentuated the lushness of her figure more than it veiled it. Erika’s sweat-moist breasts were streaked with dirt and blood and stood out boldly from the tight straps encircling her chest just above and below them. The leather bands added emphasis to the size and shape and vulnerability of Erika’s luscious pleasure-globes whose pinkish-brown nipples seemed to glisten in the sunlight. What man’s eyes would not have been drawn to the golden curls that spilled out on either side of the minuscule crotch strap that barely covered her vulva? What man would not, after she had passed, have ogled her shapely buttocks, nude but for the slender strip of leather between them?
It was to those splendid bottomglobes, crisscrossed with lash marks, that the rider of the chariot, the iron-jawed warlord General Wang, continued to devote his attention, administering a sharp whip-stroke each time she slowed her pace. Erika’s only slight consolation was that Jasper Slegg seemed to have wandered off to watch, or perhaps take part in, one of the lewd spectacles taking place along the rutted road to the castle. But her new escorts, the general’s uniformed thugs, seemed every bit as malignant as the missing first mate.
“Faster, you lazy whore!” a militiaman with filthy, stringy hair called out, as he stepped forward to spit copiously on Erika’s naked breasts, hoping to curry favor with his stern warlord.
“Don’t be a fool, Chung!” the short, fat soldier beside him replied with a smirk before tilting a bottle of rice wine to his lips. “Take your time, sweetie,” he muttered lewdly as he watched his friend’s spittle slowly make its way down to Erika’s left nipple, where it paused as if enjoying its lovely new surroundings. “Take all the fucking time you want. We’re enjoying every minute of your little stroll, ain’t we boys? And you know what, Chung? I’ll bet her ass is as nice as those juicy young tits.”
“By the gods of Genghis Khan!” a long-queued recruit with three days growth of beard chimed in. “Those big beauties are really begging for it, ain’t they? ” And indeed, with Erika’s arms pulled back and tightly bound to the yoke, her creamy pleasure-globes were thrust forward deliciously, her up-tilted nipples the perfect bulls-eyes for a pair of succulent targets.
The pigtailed brute clenched his fist and growled, “What I wouldn’t give to get my hands on those tits!” he muttered, as he drove his fist into an open palm to suggest the kind of treatment Erika’s voluptuous breasts might expect if he were granted the chance of a little sport.
His obscene comment was greeted with a chorus of salacious assents from men on both sides of the winding path. Erika, blushing profusely in her pain and misery, cast her eyes downward not wanting to see the hate and lust in their eyes, and not wanting her tormentors to see the fear in hers. She had long since come to realize that, despite their uniforms, these ruffians were no less dissolute and depraved than the crewmen of the Yang-tze Dragon. Clearly General Wang was able to control his island domain by offering bribes of money and women and by brute force rather than with a cadre of well-trained, disciplined soldiers. Despite the depths of her suffering, Erika filed that thought away; it offered a glimmer of hope, however faint, that one day she might find a way to escape this god-forsaken island.
There were recruits lining either side of the rutted trail now and many began to copy the actions of the man with the stringy hair, spitting on her in between jeers redolent with hatred and lust. Some of the men aimed at her pretty face while others targeted her defenseless breasts, adding their saliva to the streams of sweat running down her lust-melons. At one point, when the path curved sharply, Erika was able to turn her head enough to see the general’s face. Despite the almost total lack of discipline being displayed by his soldiers, the warlord’s grim smile seemed to suggest that he was enjoying her abasement immensely. No humiliation, no degradation, no cruelty was beyond the compass of this sadistic monster.
Doing her best to ignore the catcalls accompanying her every painful footstep, Erika slowly tugged the general’s chariot one painful stride at a time up the incline until she reached the fourth building on the right side of the rutted road. The outbuildings leading toward the castle varied in size; some were as large as a small barn while others were more like cabins or huts. But all were well-worn, their decrepit timbers shredded by time and the elements.
Glancing at the adjacent building and its occupants, General Wang adjusted the stiff bill of his military cap and exclaimed, “Ah, this must be one of the punishment barns.”
His words seared Erika’s soul, deepening her dark despair. Were the god-forsaken young women whose abuse they had already witnessed not being punished? Was there no bottom to the dreadful abyss of sexual cruelty into which she had been cast?
The olive-clad general continued. “ Yes, I remember this slut from last year. One would think that her family would have learned not to cheat me by now, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m sure she’s got it comin’, your lordship – and Froggy’s just the man to see that she gets it!”
Erika shuddered in revulsion at the sound of the familiar voice. Jasper Slegg had wandered ahead a few minutes earlier and she had prayed that she had seen the last of him, at least for a while. But the prayers of comely young women were rarely answered on Zhou-shan Island, and here was Slegg again, his head cocked to one side derisively. He planted himself squarely in her path, his hands on his hips, his rheumy eyes drinking in the sight of Erika’s luscious curves. Despite his half-hearted attempt to conceal it, Erika could see that behind his back the sadistic first mate was hiding the stinging bamboo cane she had come to fear.
“’ello, frowlein,” he sneered. “I’ve missed ye these last few minutes. Did ye miss me?”
When Erika made no reply, Slegg brought the cane into view and snapped it sharply across the tops of her bare thighs. “Yer lordship, I hope ye ‘ave better luck than I’ve ‘ad teachin’ this slut some manners.”
The stinging pain caused Erika to stagger forward slightly, and as she did do Slegg took advantage of the perfect angle afforded by her slightly pendulous breasts. Drawing a bead on those luscious targets, the wiry first mate whipped the slender bamboo cane across Erika’s splendid tit-globes with a lightning quick flick of the wrist.
THWICKKK!!!
“AUGHHH!!! Erika’s sensitive nipples seemed to explode with pain. She stumbled forward awkwardly drawing on her last ounce of strength not to fall to her knees, a capitulation that would surely have led to even harsher treatment.
“Now that’s how to treat a pair of tits!” the unshaven recruit with the long pigtail enthused. The involuntary clenching and unclenching of his fists betokened his unspoken hope that the general would, at some point, allow him to mete out some discipline to this comely prisoner.
Her lovely breasts aflame with pain, Erika turned her attention to the adjacent stable, where, as Slegg had mentioned, Froggy had positioned a beautiful young woman in a most dire predicament.
She hung high in the doorway, her slim, golden-hued body brush-stroked with reddish patches, her lovely raven hair wild on her shoulders. She was facing outward toward the onlookers with her wrists extended upward in X-fashion to the uprights of the opening. Her ankles were spread equally wide and bound to the base of the uprights, about a foot off the ground. From her neck to her knees, the front of the poor girl’s sweat-drenched body was streaked with crimson. Standing before her, and sporting a mammoth erection in his trousers, Froggy was raising the source of those crimson streaks, a yard-long length of inch-thick ship hawser, to shoulder level.
“Give her a good ‘un, Froggy!” Slegg snarled, edging closer to get a better view.
“You can count on that, mate!” Froggy croaked in his peculiar guttural voice.
Erika remembered well how cruelly Froggy had treated her in the darkness of the ship’s infirmary not so long ago and how he had exulted in her degradation; she knew the girl in the doorway could expect no mercy from one of Slegg’s most vicious shipmates.
Froggy didn’t disappoint his pal. He whipped the length of rope viciously across the miscreant’s pretty young breasts, drawing an anguished cry from the tortured victim. .
Hearing a series of plaintive gasps coming from her left, Erika turned slightly and saw an elderly couple, dressed in threadbare rags which bespoke their poverty. Their arms were pinioned by a pair of the general’s soldiers, so that they were forced to watch the torture of their daughter.
“See that you pay your taxes on time next year!” General Wang snarled angrily at the girl’s weeping parents. “Or you’ll be looking for your daughter in my dungeons!”
Froggy, meanwhile, had circled behind the defenseless maiden. The iron-jawed general watched intently as Froggy used two sidearm strokes to sweep the coarse length of rope across the girl’s thighs. Changing his grip on the hawser slightly, he drew it back and quickly delivered three powerful overhand strokes
WHOCK! WHOCK!! WHOCK!!!
to the girl’s naked back that sent her nude body into a fresh convulsion of pain. The cruel crewman waited for her shuddering body to come almost completely to rest and then, with a mighty backhand, swept the coarse rope-whip across her deeply cleft buttocks. The girl’s bottom-globes were still burning as Froggy circled around in front of her again.
“No … no more… have mercy!” cried the girl’s nearly hysterical mother.
Froggy gave General Wang a quick glance to see if the old woman’s plea had elicited any show of compassion from the warlord, but there was no change whatever in his icy countenance. His stern eyes unblinking, the general voiced a single word, “Continue!”
Pleased with the general’s decision, Froggy gripped the rope tighter and whipped it viciously into the soft, dark-nippled breasts of the Chinese beauty.
WHOCKK!!
Her lovely breasts were still oscillating gently when Froggy delivered a slashing down-stroke stroke that found her wispy mons veneris and the tender place between her legs.
WHOCKK!!
“AAAAGHHHH!!!!”
The girl’s cry joined that of her mother in a dreadful harmony that tore at Erika’s soul. Despite her own predicament, her heart went out to the young women of Zhou-shan Island. So young, so defenseless, so utterly at the mercy of their sadistic ruler.
Erika was almost relieved to be spared having to witness any more of the flogging when the general gave her a wicked slash across the shoulder-blades and bellowed, “Move along!”
Her body slick with sweat, the beleaguered blonde shouldered her load and struggled forward again. Not only was she fatigued to the point of exhaustion, but the leather harness seemed to have shrunk in the unrelenting heat. Erika’s every painful step seemed to cause the leather crotchpiece and the thin strap between her buttocks to sink more deeply into her secret places. The breast harness, too, which had been much too small to begin with, was now biting even more deeply into the curves of her breasts, its metal studs gouging into the inner curves of her tender pleasure-mounds. A dozen or more of the recruits continued to walk slowly alongside her, adding their vile comments to her burden, as they eyeballed the way her ripe-nippled breasts bobbled and her gluteal muscles tightened with her every painful step.
It took several more minutes of thigh-straining travail for the blonde, blue-eyed beast of burden to drag the general’s chariot even with the next stable. Inside, two of the island girls, clad only in their own perspiration, were kneeling on the ground arm-wrestling, their elbows planted firmly on a bale of hay. Three crewmen stood behind and alongside each girl, loudly cheering their favorite on while they guzzled bottles of the local rice wine.
As the seconds wore on and the battle of strength continued Erika was intrigued by the desperation in the girls’ faces and the tension in their naked bodies; their arm-wrestling contest had all the intensity of a life and death struggle and the frenzied exhortations of the two sets of supporters suggested a sport played for very high stakes.
The general, too, was taken aback by the ferocity of the duel. “Slegg, what is going on here? I have not seen this before.”
“The lads are playin’ a little game of three-way, yer lordship,” Slegg replied. “Both girls know that the winner gets a bowl of rice, a couple of snorts of grog and a bit of time off while the winning side deals with the girl ‘oo lost.”
“And the loser? What happens to her?”
“Well, she ain’t quite so lucky, guv’nor. She’s got to suck off the three men ‘oo bet against ‘er, all at the same time.”
Seeing the general’s puzzled expression, Slegg continued, “Well not precisely the same time, yer lordship. She kneels down in front of the three blokes and goes from one man to the next, taking each of the three men’s dicks ‘arfway down ‘er throat for a bit and then goes back to the first bloke and starts all over again. Some of the lads can ‘hold out a good long time if they set their mind to it. I once saw a girl in a whorehouse in Macao on ‘er knees for a pair of Aussies and another chap for more than an hour.”
Slegg paused, savoring the memory. “Eventually, after two of the blokes can’t ‘old out no more and spill their load down ‘er pretty throat – or on ‘er face or ‘er tits if they’re so inclined – the survivin’ gent gets to flip ‘er over and bugger her sweet little bottom while ‘is mates ‘old ‘er down.”
Slegg let that thought hang in the air for a moment for effect and then he winked at the iron-jawed warlord. “That wench in Macao had just about the tightest little arse you’d ever want to lay pipe in, yer lordship.”
Erika’s stomach was churning with revulsion, but the general seemed fascinated by the desperate combat between the two young woman, their faces red and contorted with effort, their naked bodies covered with sweat.
“Ye can always tell when ye’re watching a match between two girls ‘oo’ve already lost a round,” Jasper Slegg intoned sagely. “ Losin’ a match in three-way is a ‘ighly motivatin’ experience.”
As Slegg concluded his colloquy, one of the girls, the veins in her neck almost bursting, finally forced her opponent’s wrist down against the bale of hay. The three Chinese sailors who had bet on the winner cheered and slapped each other on the back for a few seconds while the Malayans who had backed the loser, whose slender body was shaking with sobs of fear and remorse, upbraided her for her failure. A moment later, Yim, the captain of the Chinese trio, reached down and grabbed a handful of the loser’s fine, black hair.
Luckily for Yim and his companions, the young woman who had succumbed to her opponent’s superior stamina was easily the prettier of the two, with beautiful almond-shaped, eyes and a slim but shapely body.
“Maybe you’ll be able to use that pretty tongue a little better this time, sweetie, now that you’ve had a bit of practice,” Yim gloated menacingly, as he dragged the protesting beauty back toward his waiting teammates. The poor girl squirmed and fought him at every step, but even if she had not been exhausted from her bout, her strength was nothing compared to that of her hulking captor. The giant’s comrades, meanwhile. had each removed massive erections from their leggings, erections that would soon be choking the distraught maiden.
Yim pushed his comrades to one side. “Me first!” the giant bellowed as he forced his immense cock into the mouth of the defeated wrist-wrestler. The girl began to gag before Yim’s massive member was much more than halfway in.
“Ram it all the way in, Yim!” one of his comrades barked as he stroked his own member. “Knock her tonsils down her throat.”
“Yeah, that’s it! That’s it!” the third man muttered, as Yim forced his monster-cock even further down the girl’s slender throat. “Choke the bitch! Choke her!!” he growled as he crouched down so that he could pinch the delicate brown nipples of the island girl. Yim’s huge hand was behind her head now, crushing her toward him as he continued to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into the poor girl’s defenseless mouth. His hips churned furiously as his cock thrust again and again and again.
“All right, how about letting someone else have a turn!” one of the other Chinese growled. As Yim’s companions turned in her direction, Erika could see that his partners were Cheng Lao and Kai Pu, the two men who had manned the wrist ropes during the early stages of her punishment on the deck of the Yangtze Dragon. She remembered that they had been both tireless and pitiless; there was little doubt in her mind but that the vanquuished arm-wrestler was going to be subjected to an assault of unrivaled brutality.
Yim glared at Cheng for a moment but after another deep thrust, Yim grudgingly withdrew his enormous truncheon. It was covered with saliva and throbbing as if it had a life of its own.
With the humongous man-gag removed from her mouth, the petite Chinese girl was finally able to cry out in pain in response to the vicious nipple-twisting of Kai Pu, but not for long, because Cheng was soon thrusting his own penis into the girl’s mouth so hard that Erika could hear his balls slapping against the girl’s chin.
After a minute or so, Cheng stepped back allowing Kai Pu to have a go at the sobbing beauty. Kai’s approach was a little different. “Lick it!” he snarled, as he thrust his thick-veined cock against the girl’s pretty face. “Start at the balls and work your way up, nice and slow. Ohhh, baby, that’s good. Yeah! Use that pretty pink tongue! Ah, by the gods that’s good!!”
Yim and Cheng looked on impatiently while the brutalized beauty did her inexperienced best to please her tormentor with her lips and tongue.
When Kai began to approach the precipice, he took half a step backward and forced the girl’s moist mouth back down onto Yim’s flesh-piston. A moment later nearly a foot of Yim’s gigantic cock was once again cannoning into her throat with punishing force….
Judging correctly that the three Chinese crewmen had pretty much exhausted their powers of imagination if not of stamina, General Wang snapped, “Move on!” cracking his dogwhip sharply against Erika’s back. Watching the arm-wrestling and its sadistic aftermath seemed to have rekindled his ferocity.
The force of the blow coupled with the steepness of the grade caused Erika to drop to one knee and she was quickly rewarded for her misstep with three stinging strokes of the whip to her tempting bottom-globes. Bravely she struggled to her feet, fighting desperately to maintain her balance, but a wraparound stroke that seared her left breast brought her to her knees yet again, this time at the feet of the militiaman who had been the first to spit on her earlier.
The leering minion edged closer pressing his groin against Erika’s face and grabbing a handful of her blonde hair so as to pull her even closer.
Erika could feel the firm erection inside his trousers, and she tried to turn her face away, but whichever way she tried to turn, her face remained pressed against the soldier’s foul-smelling crotch.
“Get up!” The general snarled, slashing at Erika’s bare buttocks with the whip yet again. Even the birds overhead stopped their squawking in surprise. The sound of the whip cracking resembled a rifle shot in the still, sultry air.
“Our blonde princess is a lazy wench, ain’t she yer lordship?” Slegg snarled, focusing his gaze on the creamy breasts protruding so provocatively from the leather strapping. Slick with sweat and spit, they glistened in the afternoon sun. “You ‘eard ‘is lordship! Get up, you lazy whore!” he growled, jabbing Erika in the side with the rough end of his bamboo stick.
“Bitte,” she gasped, “bitte…” as she tried to regain her balance, but it was nearly impossible with her arms and shoulders bound tightly to the yoke and with the militiaman standing so close to her. Finally she was able to stabilize her burden and rise to her feet, but only after pressing her big breasts tight against the soldier’s\ body and slowly straightening herself, giving the loutish recruit a memory he would regale his cronies with for many a year. As she did so, the man with the filthy hair spat on her breasts yet again.
“Welcome to Zhou-shan Island, whore-tits!” he snarled.
Erika glared at the man furiously as the gobs of saliva trickled slowly down her man-pleasers. Her arms imprisoned by the cruel yoke, she kicked out at him angrily, but Slegg and his cane were too quick for her.
THWICKK!!!
THWICKK!!!
Two downward slashes of the bamboo rod whipped across the tops of Erika’s tender thighs, leaving a pair of livid weals.
“We’ll ‘ave none of that frowlein,” Slegg muttered. “You need to learn your place, princess” he added, as he whipped the cane across her creamy thighs yet again.
THWICKK!!!
“Ooouuuww!!”
“This ‘ere bloke’s a soldier, a defender of the realm. He deserves your respect, don’t he, ur lordship?”
A thin, evil smile crossed the general’s face. The first mate of the Yangtze Dragon was both unread and unwashed. But there was a subtle, cynical savagery about him not found in many men. He was as crude as a troglodyte, but entertaining in a primitive fashion.
Her thighs burning from the cane-strokes, Erika staggered a few dozen more steps up the hill, before finding herself alongside another dilapidated out-building.
Inside she saw the unmistakable blue coat of Captain Andrew McMahon lying in the straw next to a haybale across which he had thrown one of the unfortunate young women of Zhou-shan Island. Moving unsteadily, he anointed the naked maiden’s breasts and belly liberally with the contents of his ubiquitous bottle of Dalmore Scotch Whiskey. Then he lowered his lips to her body and slurped the liquor greedily taking her small breasts into his mouth and sucking them noisily before tonguing her mid-section from her breasts to her pussy.
General Wang cursed under his breath. “Is that all the drunken fool can think of to do? Move on!” he snapped irritably, lashing Erika’s back yet again.
“Wait a minute, if ye don’t mind, yer Lordship. Let’s see what those lads are up to.”
Slegg gestured toward the back of the dilapidated cabin toward where two of the crewmen had hog-tied a nubile young Chinese girl and then thrown her face down across a dilapidated table. With her wrists bound to her ankles, the young woman was unable to prevent her tormentors from seizing her breasts and pulling them forward slightly, exposing her pert nipples so that they rested obscenely on the top of the table. The two Chinese sailors worked her dark brown nipples roughly between their clutching fingers, until the pretty breast buds were remarkably elongated and pleasingly stiff. Then one of the men moved toward a leafy tree just outside the cabin and broke off a sturdy switch. .
Guessing what the men had in mind, the raven-haired beauty began to scream frantically. “No! P-please, no… I’ll do whatever you want. Please… I’ll make it good for you…”
“I’m betting you will, sweetie! But first, here’s a little taste of what you’re going to get if you don’t!”
With that, the man holding the girl began to push her forward and downward so that her taut-nippled breasts were flush against the table-top, while the other man made short work of stripping the leaves and small twigs from the bough he had cut, baring the tough bark of the stick.
Erika tried to avert her eyes, but Slegg grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and forced her to watch as the crewman slammed the switch down on a delectably taut nipple.
“AUGGHHHHHHH!!!” she screamed, but the men weren’t done yet. The sailor handed the improvised club to his partner and taking a position facing the girl who was stretched out across the table, he pinched the girl’s other nipple tightly and stretched it out from her breast along the table-top. “Go on, mate!” he coaxed his partner. “Show her what she can expect to get if she don’t do a good job!”
“No … please…”
“Shut up wench!” the sailor barked. Then, grinning evilly, he lifted the sturdy switch shoulder high and swept it down across the Chinese beauty’s other nipple with a resonant
THWICKK!!
“NNGGHHHHH!!!” the girl moaned piteously again.
General Wang spent a moment leering at the village girl’s brutalized nipples and then, intent on new pleasures, flicked Erika again with the whip.
“Keep moving!” he barked.
Erika trudged forward laboriously again. Rivers of perspiration continued to stream down her semi-nude body and the heat of the sun was almost unbearable. From time to time she felt an intrepid squadron of ants inching their way up an ankle, and she had to pause for a moment to brush them off with the other foot. But with her arms trussed so tightly to the yoke, there was absolutely nothing she could do to ward off the flying insects that occasionally lit on her torso. She doubted that any of them was really dangerous, but her utter inability to shoo her winged tormentors away was maddening.
Her thirst was, of course, even more vexatious. She looked enviously at the sailors and militiamen drinking from flasks of rice wine, but she had already learned from harsh experience that any attempt to quench her raging thirst would only be greeted with jeers and brutality.
Moments later her spirits did rise slightly when she saw that a roadside tree was casting a bit of shade over the rutted roadway a little ways ahead of her. Straining mightily, the blonde beauty tugged the general’s chariot forward until she found that yard-long strip of shade.
She paused in the shadow of the solitary tree, enjoying the momentary reprieve from the blistering sun. But before she could have counted to three she felt the harsh crack of the general’s whip across her back again…
CRACKK!!
The dogwhip slashed into the small of her back with unusual ferocity.
“Move forward, wench! You can rest for a moment when *I* am in the shade, not when *you* are in the shade!”
Erika doggedly plunged forward a few steps, back into the blazing sunlight, until the canopy of the chariot behind her was enveloped in the shade provided by the slender tree.
“Halt! Now you may rest!” the general barked. “For one minute,” he snapped, as his glanced at his pocket watch.
Even though she had been denied shelter from the blazing sun, Erika was thankful for sixty seconds of relief. But on the sixty-first second, the general’s whip seared her back once again.
“Move on!” was the imperious command.
As the incline of the twisting road became steeper and her level of exhaustion mounted, Erika’s progress slowed and not even the repeated sting of the lash nor the jeers and curses of her tormentors sufficed to make her pick up the pace. It took her nearly three minutes – and a dozen strokes of the general’s lash - to negotiate the fifty yard-gap leading to the next cabin. Inside she saw a piece of carpentry so ghastly, so evil, and yet so ingenious that she was sure it was the work of Deng-Shan, even though the bondage master was nowhere to be seen.
Dominating the small cabin was a wooden frame in the shape of a capital I. A sturdy six-foot post had been driven into the ground, and affixed to it were two crosspieces of roughly the same length, one perhaps six inches from the straw-strewn floor of the barn, the other at the top of the post. One of the young women of Zhou-shan Island was bound tightly to the upper and lower crosspieces of the fearful frame, her limbs painfully extended in an erotic X. Only a Deng-shan could have bound the poor woman so tightly, Erika noted; every muscle, every sinew in her arms and legs was stretched to its nearly unbearable limit.
But this was not the worst. Extending from the vertical post were two sturdy wooden blocks. One had been carved into the shape of a triangular prism, and it was that upon that sharp-edged saddle that the unfortunate girl was riding, her labia split by the edge of the prism. The other block extended outward from the post and was fitted into the small of her back bowing her already taut-stretched body away from the post so severely that it seemed as if she might snap in two. The final element to her dreadful suspension was the pair of nipple clamps biting cruelly into the tips of her lovely breasts. Each clamp was linked to a chain that had been stretched tightly so that it could be affixed to the top of the post behind her head, insuring that her breasts were stretched as cruelly as her limbs.
It was only after taking all this in that Erika noticed that a man garbed in robes of cobalt blue was standing off to the right silently enjoying the young woman’s suffering.
“My friend,” the general called out to his comrade. “Do my eyes deceive me or is that not Shuai, your favorite concubine.”
“She *was* my favorite concubine,” Hsi Fong snapped bitterly. Erika had grown so accustomed to seeing the general’s confidant in the familiar robes of rust-orange that she had not recognized him. “But I learned this morning that in our absence the lovely Miss Shuai has been sleeping with the Captain of the Guard, who has been so bewitched by her charms that he has neglected his duties. Have you not noticed the deportment of the guard today? It is a disgrace!”
Fong turned toward Duan, the former gang leader, and Zheng, who were standing some distance away. Each of them had armed himself with bamboo canes similar to the ones carried by the soldiers, and signaled for them to proceed.
“Please, your excellency,” the spread-eagled beauty, her nude body almost torn apart by her cruel bondage, began in a piteous voice. “Forgive me. I love you … only you … I will please you … I will do anything you like … please … please…”
But the blue-robed Commissioner of Seals was implacable and he nodded to the two Chinese crewmen to begin.
Duan and Zheng quickly moved forward and positioned themselves on either side of the suspended wanton and gripped their canes tightly. As they did so they got their first close-up look at the unfaithful concubine, whose lovely body was contorted in such an agonizing position.
Then, using an agonizing one-two rhythm, the two men began caning their delectable prisoner, starting just above her knees, each man caning a wide-stretched leg, and working their way up her satiny thighs an inch at a time. WHACK!! WHACKK! WHACK! WHACK!! The cane-strokes fell fast and furious, their impact nearly loud enough to drown out the screams of the tortured beauty.
The general looked on intently until the cane-wielders had flogged their way up to the tops of her thighs and then after watching two withering strokes ravage the girl’s wispy pubis, he flicked the dog whip and ordered Erika to continue on her way.
As she continued onward Erika could not help but hear the canes working their way slowly up Shuai’s midriff and then, after a brief pause, the unmistakable sound of canes smashing into the fleshy undercurves of her soft breasts. As she listened to the horrific cries of agony from the once-favored concubine, the last sound Erika heard was Hsi Fong hissing venomously, “Harder, you fools! Harder!”
Shuddering with horror, Erika labored forward, mortified by the presence of more and more of the general’s recruits who gaped at her half-nude body hungrily. Exhausted and dehydrated, every step was agonizing. The castle was not much more than a hundred yards away now, its grim façade beckoning. Erika did not know whether to be grateful her arduous climb was nearly at its end, or whether the general’s castle would be the site of horrors even more unspeakable than the ones she had seen and experienced in the last hour or two.
CRACKKK!!
Her anxious musings were greeted by another crack of the general’s whip.
“Get moving!”
The general’s men looked on eagerly because each sharp stroke of the whip across Erika’s shapely bottomcheeks caused her sweat-soaked breast-melons, so constricted by her leather bondage-garment, to dance invitingly in the sultry air.
Wincing in pain, Erika tried to pick up the tempo, but every stride was torture and soon her dilatory pace was punished with two more lashes to her shapely backside. Eventually, however, the agonizing steps led her to the next barn. Inside, and slightly to her right, another one of the comely village maidens was on all fours, sandwiched between two kneeling seamen, her mouth wrapped around Lu’s meaty manhood. The blacksmith gripped the girl tightly by her ebony hair as he vigorously fucked her mouth and throat. Meanwhile the man they called the Scowler was taking her from behind with long deep strokes.
As the seconds passed both men increased the pace of their thrusts into the petite maiden. Finally, with a last mighty lunge the Scowler came first, withdrawing his member so that he could shoot creamy arcs of sperm onto the girl’s sweetly curved backside. A few seconds later, the blacksmith, his flushed face contorted with lust, shuddered uncontrollably as he too, spent his seed, shooting the first few spurts into her open mouth and then, after the Scowler gave her hair a powerful backward yank, onto her well-formed breasts.
On the other side of the barn three of the Chinese men were ravaging another girl. One of the men, whose face Erika could not see, was lying on his back in a bed of straw and was driving his slick manhood upward into the rosebud of the girl lying atop him, face up. Meanwhile Li Pao, the pig-tailed crewman who had given Erika such a fierce stroke with the cane on board the Dragon, plunged into her pussy in the missionary manner. Erika winced at the thought of having two pounding cocks inside her body at once.
But that wasn’t the poor girl’s only worry. Crouching above and slightly behind her Bo was trying to force his pulsing member between her resisting lips. The spirited young beauty whipped her head back and forth furiously, trying to avoid the probing penis, but when Bo leaned down and took one of her small, dark-nippled breasts between his teeth and bit down hard, the girl cried out in pain and her velvety mouth surrendered to the brutal intruder.
Li Pao, feeling the firm pressure of the bottom man’s cock through the girl’s thin pelvic membrane came quickly, with short driving thrusts. Bo, relishing the sucking pleasure afforded by the girl’s soft lips, lasted a little longer, but he too, shortly emptied his sperm-stick into his victim’s defenseless mouth.
When his two comrades pulled away the man at the bottom of this cruel ménage a quatre used his considerable strength to flip the girl over so that she was kneeling on all fours in the bed of straw. Then Lucky, whom Erika now remembered as being the victim of crude jokes regarding his predilection for pretty bottoms, crushed the girl’s face into the straw, so that her back was arched invitingly. Then, kneeling fully upright, Lucky inched forward and drove his thick cock into the girl’s tiny nether opening.
She cried out in pain, but there was no stopping Lucky now. His face was a mask of sexual pleasure as he felt the unwilling, but sublime suction of the girl’s anal muscles around his massive organ. He drove harder and deeper until her grunts of discomfort and his own grunts of sexual pleasure were audible two cabins away. Finally with a last powerful lunge he thrust forward so violently that he crushed the girl flat on the straw as he exploded inside her.
The action having paused for the time being, General Wang, aroused by the sight of the village girl’s alluring buttocks under assault, gave Erika four well-spaced cracks of the dogwhip across her backside. After each stroke he exulted in the involuntary shudder of Erika’s pale bottomglobes as they wriggled under the lash.
After the fourth stroke, the German beauty braced her shoulders once again and plodded forward several more yards. It seemed as if each forward step was now being greeted with the stinging kiss of the whip and each labored step was more painful than the one before it
As she pulled even with the next barn it was clear that they had come across another punishment stable, and that Deng-shan, the ingenious bondage master, had done the set design. A very stout hawser hung from the rafters of the barn and was ingeniously knotted around an eight-foot length of sturdy bamboo that hung parallel to the ground. To that bamboo crosspiece was bound the most beautiful of the island women Erika had yet seen. She had dark flowing air, bewitching eyes, and a voluptuous body and was bound in a diabolical cocoon of rope. The unfortunate damsel wore only a golden chain and locket that dangled from her neck and swung lightly back and forth between her deliciously full breasts. A bit-gag in her mouth constrained her speech, but seemed to stimulate the production of saliva, slender filaments of which were streaming down her chin and dripping down onto her lovely pleasure-mounds.
Her arms were extended outward, crucifixion style, much as Erika’s were, and bound securely to the bamboo bar at wrist, elbow and shoulder. Although she had clearly been bound to the bar while in a standing position, as evidenced by her upright torso, her shapely golden thighs were bent painfully upwards and secured to her wrists, and to the bar, by an ingenious web of ropework, so that her lower body, from the small of her back to her knees, was roughly parallel to the ground. Her pretty legs were slightly parted, allowing any passerby who wished to partake of them, easy manual access to the moist pinkness of her private parts.
Anchoring her body even more securely in that torturous position was the fact that Deng-shan had bent her legs at the knee and then bound her feet to the stout bamboo crosspiece at roughly the same elevation as her neck. The young woman’s ripe, drool-moistened breasts were thus given magnificent prominence by her agonizing position. As a final coup de sade, her lust-mounds were encircled with ropes so tight that they were half a dozen shades pinker than the rest of her body, and those ropes too, were secured to the crosspiece as tightly as manly hands could tie them.
“Magnificent!” the general whispered, half under his breath as he ogled the girl’s breasts. They seemed on the verge of exploding out of the ropes which constricted them, so tightly were they encased. Nor had Deng-shan neglected her tempting nipples. Even now he was scraping the tips of her breasts with a length of coarse rope, teasing them into fleshy bullets of delight.
“When his lordship, Hsi Fong, had young Poppy,” Deng-shan gestured toward the woman in torment, “brought to me, he indicated that you had commanded that she be given ‘special treatment’. I hope you find this position worthy of her beauty.”
Bowing deferentially, Deng-Shan went on. “ I call it the ‘Rose Butterfly.’” And indeed the cruelly outstretched arms of the bound girl and the ever-increasing redness of her constricted breasts amply justified the sobriquet.
General Wang studied the young girl’s dreadful predicament with intense satisfaction. “Poppy, it is a pleasure to see you again. Especially under these circumstances.” Turning toward his entourage he muttered, “Can you believe that her grandparents had the effrontery to cheat me out of tax money while she was in possession of that golden locket?”
Then turning back toward Deng-shan, “I have rarely seen a young woman presented so artistically,” the general observed, bowing his head slightly to pay his respects to the bondage-master. “She is quite splendid.”
“Thank you, your excellency. That is indeed a great compliment, coming from you.”
“How long have her breasts been bound in this fashion?” the general asked as he continued to feast his eyes of the girl’s swollen pleasure-globes. “The effect is most pleasing.”
“It has been about a quarter of an hour, sir, since I tightened the knots. As you can see, her breasts are slowly beginning to turn blue, so I will have to undue the ropes soon.” Deng-shan quickly corrected himself. “With your permission, of course, your excellency” he stammered nervously.
The girl cast an imploring glance at the general as her saliva continued to leak out of her gag and drip down onto her bold-thrusting treasures.
“Another moment, if you please,” the general whispered, as he continued to delight in the girl’s excruciating agony.
Erika was horrified and heartsick. Were such cruelties as she had seen and suffered today to be the sum total of her existence in the days to come? Were torture and rape the alpha and omega of life on Zhou-shan Island?
Her heart went out to this beautiful young woman. She herself had endured any number of painful bondage episodes in recent days, but perhaps none of them had been as excruciating as this one appeared to be. The girl’s head and shoulders and upper torso were nearly vertical, but somehow Deng-shan’s cruel ropes had bowed the lower part of her body so skillfully upward toward the bamboo bar that her thighs were nearly at right angles to her torso. The strain on the girl’s spine and leg muscles had to be agonizing.
“ With her breasts bound so tightly, those pretty nipples must be extremely sensitive,” the general mused.
“You have an expert eye, your excellency. I’m quite confident that they are. But lest there should be any doubt …. Deng-shan paused and glanced in the direction of a man standing off to one side. “ Mr.Song?
It was only when Deng-shan called his name that Erika noticed that Mr. Song, the balding, pock-marked crewman with a predilection for sharp instruments {Ch 159} had been lurking nearby. While he waited, the ill-favored crewman had been whittling away furiously at a slim stalk of bamboo and now he was brandishing a pair of bamboo splints that looked to be fiendishly sharp.
Grinning grotesquely the ugly little man approached the helpless butterfly, feasting his eyes on her bound breasts, holding the pair of splints between his lips as one might hold a toothpick. He slid his hands underneath Poppy’s lush globes, savoring their warmth and fullness, squeezing them repeatedly as a demented smile crossed his face. Adjusting the position of his hands slightly, he reached for her pert brown nipples and massaged them roughly until they once again stood out proud and erect. Then, while still cupping her right breast in his left hand, he raised his right hand to his mouth, grasped one of the splints, and then with a swift movement he stabbed the needle-like splint halfway into her right aureole, less than a millimeter below her nipple.
Poppy cried out in pain and bucked violently in her cruel bondage, the golden locket around her neck swinging wildly back and forth. But Deng-shan’s diabolical workmanship was beyond reproach. Despite the naked girl’s violent contortions, there was still not a centimeter of slack in the ropes which continued to hold her fast.
“Why such an excited response, my dear?” Song hissed. “I only pushed it halfway in.”
Delighted by Poppy’s agonized reaction, Song grinned evilly, and then, after receiving a slow nod of consent from General Wang, he placed the other sharp splint just below the tip of Poppy’s left breast. As the general looked on approvingly, Song slowly, slowly, slowly forced the razor-sharp splint upward and inward into the base of her taut nipple until it all but disappeared. Poppy’s beautiful young body spasmed frenetically. The pain caused by the bamboo needles caused the bit-gagged beauty to spew fresh rivulets of saliva down onto her jutting breasts.
“And now, my sweet young creature, we shall finish the other one,” Song whispered.
“MMGGHH!! NNGHHHHH!!!” the terrified girl screamed into the gag.
But Song was in no mood to be forestalled. Seizing the visible half of the splint in Poppy’s right breast, he screwed it in deeper and deeper using a slow, twisting motion so as to make its insertion as painful as possible, until only the outer tip of the splint was still visible.
Erika had been struggling mightily to hold her ground on the incline so that the general’s chariot would not retreat back down the hill because the stern-browed warlord no longer seemed to be in a hurry. His sadistic glance was fixed on the suffering slave-girl’s tightly bound breasts as one excruciating minute stretched into two, and then two into four.
By this time, the complexion of Poppy’s bulging pain-globes was definitely transitioning from rosy to a deep reddish-purple and Deng-shan, knowing that her circulation could not be interrupted indefinitely, addressed the general.
“Sir, if I do not loosen the ropes soon …” he began haltingly.
“Oh, very well!” the general snapped, disappointed that his sadistic pleasures were to be curtailed.
As the rope-master slowly began to unwind the breast-cords. Jasper Slegg, sensing an opportunity, decided to throw his hat into the ring. “Yer lordship, seein’ as ‘ow this seems to be a punishment cabin, d’ye mind if I have a go at the wench?”
The timing of the crafty first mate was well-judged. The general had clearly found Poppy’s dreadful predicament more stimulating than any of the other scenes of sexual torment he had witnessed on that day, and was loath to see the exploitation of her lovely young body coming to a premature conclusion.
“Be my guest, Slegg,” the general whispered in a tone so icy it sent shivers down Erika’s spine. “The thieving slut deserves whatever she gets!”
A wicked smile crossed Slegg’s face as he approached the helpless girl. Her breasts were free of the ropes now, but the cords had left a deep imprint on the bases of her succulent mounds. The marks, Erika was sure, would linger for days. Even so, Poppy’s orbs remained firm and proud on her chest, perfect targets for Slegg’s merciless malice.
Facing the tortured beauty, Slegg eyed her opulent breasts and decided that since he might not get another crack at the creamy pleasure-globes of Erika Weiss, the proud-nippled breasts of this Chinese beauty would have to do.
He began slowly, slapping the outer curve of Poppy’s left breast with the palm of his right hand, delighting in the sound of the impact and the enticing bounce of her breast. Before that breast had even come to rest, Slegg, using the same hand, smacked the inside of her right breast with a crisp crossover stroke. Then, almost in one motion, he swept the back of his hand squarely into her left breast with a resounding WHAPP! that left both of Poppy’s delicious tit-globes bobbling beautifully.
“NGHHHGHH! NNGGHHH!!!” The gag prevented the Chinese beauty from speaking, but her cries of suffering and the tears streaming down her face gave full witness to the pain surging through her freshly liberated lust-goblets.
Warming to his task, Slegg began using his left hand as well, and he proceeded to double the punishment he was inflicting on the girl’s quivering love-mounds. Gritting his teeth with pleasure, he delivered a crisp series of forehand blows – left - right - left - right WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAPP! that kept Poppy’s perspiring pain-melons dancing from side to side deliciously.
“Smack’em! Smack those juicy tits!”
Erika turned to see who had cried out and was not surprised to learn that it had been the voice of the wild-eyed unshaven recruit with the long queue who had pounded his fist into his hand so meaningfully earlier.
Jasper Slegg winked at the man who had urged him on. “ Just see if I don’t, mate!” he muttered and then he paused for a few seconds to take in the results of his handiwork. Even her tight bondage could not keep Poppy’s body from oscillating in agony. Behind the choking bit-gag she gasped and choked as she tried to catch her breath. What had been mere trickles of saliva were now slow-moving streamlets that oozed down onto her chin and upper torso. Her defenseless breasts were now more red than rose and awash with both saliva and pain-sweat.
Slegg adjusted his almost painfully swollen genitals in his leggings before beginning again. This time he mixed in some downward slaps to the tops of Poppy’s throbbing pleasure-mounds and some backhanded uppercuts that smashed viciously into the undersides of her bouncing breasts. With each strike, tiny droplets of drool and perspiration flew into the air. Seeing this, Slegg got it into his head that he would slap all the spit and sweat off the Chinese beauty’s defenseless tit-globes, but each vicious slap seemed to engender as much moisture as it splattered.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAPP!!
Slegg was aiming for Poppy’s taut nipples now, punishing her lovely brown buds with each vicious stroke.
WHAM! WHAM!
Wincing as each blow landed, blow, Erika could see hints of drool forming at the corner of Jasper Slegg’s mouth as he continued to punish the Chinese girl’s tempting pleasure mounds, each blow seemingly harder than the one before it.
WHAM! WHAM!! Slegg backhanded each of Poppy’s quivering breasts yet again
Sweating profusely now, Slegg paused for a moment to catch his breath and turned toward the malicious warlord. “ Yer lordship, ain’t poppies the flower they get opium from?” Slegg asked the general.
Upon receiving an affirmative nod, he muttered. “ Well, I see why they call the wench Poppy!” Slegg muttered as he renewed his breast-slapping barrage. WHAP! WHAP!! WHAPP! WHAPP!! “This is bloody ‘abit-forming, yer lordship, and that’s the gawd’s truth.” Grinning sardonically at his little joke, Slegg ripped another forehand into Poppy’s left breast and then backhanded it with an upward stroke whose follow through sent his hand hurtling skyward.
The sounds of male hands striking soft female flesh were so loud that fellow crewmen from the Yang-tze Dragon as well as members of General Wang’s private praetorian guard began to drift into the cabin to witness the savage beating that Jasper Slegg was administering to the lovely young woman who had dared to cheat the ruthless warlord.
Pleased to have an even larger audience, Slegg decided to concentrate on Poppy’s left breast, spanking it with a series of lefts and rights WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!! WHAP!! from above, from below and from either side that sent fresh waves of erotic electricity surging through his loins. Turning his attention to her right breast he repeated the pattern, using backhands only, reveling in the sensation of his bony knuckles impacting Poppy’s satin-soft tit-flesh.
The crowd of bloodthirsty onlookers was cheering him on now and Slegg proceeded to give them a finale they would never forget. He unleashed a furious fusillade of blows, peppering Poppy’s pain-globes from every conceivable angle with both hands for ten, twenty, thirty, forty seconds without interruption until his sadistic lust was nearing its crest.
Slegg’s final two blows were a pair of punches, delivered by the tightly clenched fist of each hand, which he drove into the centers of Poppy’s throbbing breasts with punishing force, crushing her taut and tender nipples.
His sadistic lust now in full flame, Slegg dragged a hay bale under the suspended beauty, climbed upon it, liberated his throbbing cock, placed it between her crimson breasts and crushed her aching lust-globes inward around his swollen manhood.
He sawed his cock back and forth between her slap-warmed pain-globes until he was nearing the very pinnacle of passion. Then he ripped the bit-gag out of Poppy’s mouth and forced his thick-veined manhood between her protesting lips. After half a dozen violent throat-thrusts, Slegg came, spewing spurt after spurt of his vile man-fluid into Poppy’s mouth and throat.
Slegg withdrew his dripping penis and wiped its cum-coated tip on the cheek of the choking girl, and then, after rearranging his clothing, climbed down off the hay bale and took a step in the direction of the General’s chariot. As he made his way toward the door to exit the punishment cabin, Slegg turned toward the onlookers and muttered nonchalantly, “All right, lads… oo’s next?”
A moment later the towering figure of Khasar the Mongol stepped out of the shadows, rolling up his sleeves as he approached, and focused his menacing gaze on Poppy’s throbbing pleasure globes. He spit on his huge hands, like a lumberjack about to begin a strenuous job.
“She’s got a lovely pair, don’t she?” Slegg muttered to the man from the Gobi. “Soft but firm, just like I like ‘em. They can take a lot of punishment, too,” he added. “But don’t take my word for it, mate. See for yerself…” And with that, Slegg bowed awkwardly while gesturing in Poppy’s direction, offering the helpless, ripe-breasted beauty to whatever savagery the black-eyed Mongol might have in mind.
Khasar slammed his open palm viciously into Poppy’s left breast.
WHAMM!!
“AUGHHHHH!!!” No longer gagged, Poppy’s loud cry of pain rent the air. “No more … please … no more….
Using his left hand, Khasar, open-handed her right breast.
WHAMM!!!
“AAAAGHHH!!!”
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, the big Mongol saw Erika Weiss standing outside the punishment barn, her superb breasts constricted into bulging pleasure-mounds by the confining straps of her harness. Khasar gave Erika a long, meaningful, “I wish this was you, wench!” look and then started in on Poppy’s lovely breasts again, pausing after every blow to glance at Erika to make sure that she understood, that the poor servant girl with the golden locket hanging from her neck was only a stand-in for the real object of his sadistic lust.
WHAMMM!! “AUNNGHH! Please … I beg …”
WHAMMM!! “AUNGGHH!!
WHAMMM!!! “UNGGHHHH!!! Mercy…for the love of …”
WHAMMMM!!! “ANNNGGHHH!! No more… please…”
Even from yards away the combination of Khasar’s menacing gaze and the concussive force of each blow to Poppy’s ripe young breasts was palpable. Erika could almost feel the powerful punishing slaps herself, so violently were they delivered. Her heart went out to the poor creature bound so tightly to the bamboo bar. The poor girl had suffered such dreadful abuse at the hands of the two most vicious crewmen of the Yang-tze Dragon.
It was only when Poppy had passed out, after a few more punishing blows to her juicy tit-globes, that the general flicked his whip, scoring a stinging hit on Erika’s right nipple, and signaling her to continue her arduous journey toward the gates of the castle.
Drenched in sweat, her golden hair as wet from perspiration as if she had dived into the sea, the tight leather bindings chafing her private parts, Erika labored onward. She was only some twenty yards from the castle gate now and only one more punishment cabins lay between her and the castle of doom.
Her thighs and shoulders burning from hours of exertion, Erika pulled abreast of the doorway to a small, ramshackle barn lined with stalls for the livestock that were its usual inhabitants. Inside, a slender young woman with a pretty face and a deliciously rounded bottom, was on her hands and knees on a hay bale, beset by two of the Malayans. Raka the drummer was forcing his stiff man-weapon in and out of her soft lips, while behind her, Tattoo was punching his thick cock into her vaginal slit with a series of vigorous thrusts. A trickle of blood streaming down the inside of her left thigh betrayed the fact that the petite beauty had been a virgin only minutes earlier.
“Gawd, look at that arse,” Slegg enthused to no one in particular, as Tattoo pulled away from the lovely young woman. Although her breasts were small and her legs were slender, her derriere was perfection itself. Heart-shaped, dimpled, and deeply cleft, her bottom was as an enticing invitation to sodomy aa Slegg had ever seen.
“A lovely creature indeed. Why have you been hiding her from me?” the general inquired good naturedly. Indeed, I have never seen a prettier backside.”
A few moments later, Raka’s swollen cock sent its man-juice splashing into the girl’s pretty face, the streamlets of semen joining her copious tears.
Once Raka had climaxed, Tattoo repositioned the girl slightly, crushing her pretty face into the hay bale. Parting the girl’s shapely buttock cheeks he pressed his swollen member against her anus and forced his way inside her. The tearful victim of his cruel lust lay their almost lifelessly, grimacing in pain, but hardly moving as the Malayan thrust into her. Despite her attacker’s arousal, the punishing rape proceeded in an almost perfunctory fashion.
“If ye don’t mind me sayin’ so,” Slegg’s volunteered, “There’s ways to get even the laziest wench to squirm around nice as ye please.”
Tattoo gave Slegg an angry glance but the first mate went on anyway.
“Y’see, mate, the secret to a really luvly arsefuck is to get the wench wiggling around so ‘er pretty bottom squeezes yer John Henry every time ye pound it into ‘er. Bring the slut over ‘ere mate and I’ll ‘ave ‘er moving ‘er sweet derriere to beat the band.
The Malayans still looked doubtful, but Jasper Slegg took a shiny silver coin out of his pocket and laid it down on the haybale. “If I’m not tellin’ the gospel truth, ye can ‘ave that, boys. It’s an 1884 sterling silver shilling, mates and that lady there,” he added pointing to the image on the coin, “is Queen Victoria herself.”
“What’s in it for you, Slegg,” Tattoo growled. With Jasper Slegg, there was always something in it for him.
“Just tryin’ to give you a little friendly advice, mate, but if ye don’t want to ‘ave the best arse-fuck o’ yer life, that’s fine with me.”
Tattoo considered the offer briefly and then grudgingly offered his consent.
“Well played. laddie. Now if you boys’ll just bring the wench over ‘ere.” Slegg had positioned himself alongside a brimming trough used to feed the general’s livestock.
Raka and Tattoo grabbed the arms of the petite young woman with the enticingly heart-shaped bottom and dragged her bodily across the hut until she was kneeling against the waist-high watering trough.
“The trick is to get those sweet thighs tight against the trough, lads, and bend ‘er over at the waist!”
“That’s good, that’s good. Push ‘er a little closer to the trough. That’s it. Now punch yer cock into that pretty arse!”
The girl having been positioning as Slegg had instructed, Tattoo inched closer, spread the girl’s tempting bottomcheeks and spit twice on her beckoning rosebud. Then, gripping her tightly around her slender waist, he forced his manhood into her defenseless anus a centimeter at a time, with a series of manly thrusts.
“All right, mates. Now, watch this!”
And with that , Jasper Slegg grabbed the girl’s ebony tresses and forced her face downward toward the brimming trough.
Erika looked on in horror as Raka and Slegg plunged her head deep into the water and held her there.
The girl with the heart-shaped behind, who had lain so inertly before, immediately bucked like a mule, as she fought desperately for air. But the men holding her head and shoulders were too strong and despite her frantic thrashing, her head remained under water. Meanwhile Tattoo, his manhood wedged deep into her rear orifice, enjoyed her every gyration.
After twenty or thirty seconds, Slegg signaled to Raka to ease the pressure for a moment and the poor girl’s head sprang out of the water, gasping and choking for air.
But her respite from misery was short-lived and moments later the two men shoved the spluttering girl’s head back in the water and held her under for even a longer time.
“Aww, Sleggie!! That’s good!” Tattoo grunted with pleasure. And the sensations of cock-clutching pleasure only increased each time the girl’s head was thrust into the water. She fought furiously, but there was no escaping the impaling man-weapon, which Tattoo rammed deeper and deeper into her, despite her valiant struggles
Raka and Slegg had just submerged the helpless girl for the fourth time when General Wang impatiently flicked Erika’s right breast with the coach whip, and Erika once again shouldered her load, leaving Jasper Slegg and his comrades behind.
Erika was only a few yards from the castle now, and she saw that a welcoming committee of sorts had assembled to greet the general. On one side of the gathering there were two pretty young housemaids. As Erika briefly met their gaze, the battered and exhausted blonde could see the abject fear in their eyes. But there was something more. There was, though the two young women did their best to conceal it from their companions, a hint of tenderness, of compassion, emotions that Erika had not sensed in a very long time. The housemaids cringed in sympathy at the sight of a woman who had been forced to wear a garment intended to humiliate, rather than veil, a woman who had been bound so cruelly to the yoke of the chariot that her wrist and arms and shoulders would bear rope marks for days to come, a woman whose tender breasts and smooth thighs were streaked with the imprints of lash and cane.
Erika averted her eyes for fear of betraying the empathy the two servants had unknowingly displayed, and turned her attention toward the couple standing next to them. They were a pair of what she deemed to more senior servants, one male and one female. The female was perhaps in her late thirties, but quite attractive in a tight-fitting jade-green qipao that was slit almost up to her hips, revealing attractive expanses of golden thigh. Despite her beauty, however, the woman’s eyes lacked the slightest vestige of warmth. Alongside her, a balding man perhaps ten years her senior was garbed in a fashion reminiscent of the major domo at the house of Richard Chan. His contemptuous mien made it clear that Erika could expect no show of kindness from him. What made it worse was that he eyed her nude breasts and long, bare legs with a practiced lechery that convinced Erika that this man served the general not out of necessity, but out of a hyena-like desire to share in and profit from the warlord’s lust and cruelty.
It was only then that the three remaining figures, two of them bedecked in robes of the finest Chinese silk, stepped forward to greet the general. Erika drew in a long, shuddering breath. She remembered them well – the obscenely fat Lu Chow, Commissioner of Corrupt Practices, the gaunt, bearded Sang Chu-ming whose venal portfolio it was to prevent the sort of smuggling so freely engaged in by the likes of Andrew McMahon, and Cheng, the general’s somewhat timid, bespectacled adjutant, who was dressed in the same sort of olive-drab uniform as the general himself.
Despite her fatigue, Erika would have recognized the three men anywhere. For these were the men who along with General Wang, had tormented and abused her at a dinner party at the house of George Chan so many months ago. {Ch 18-22} Why was it, she wondered that political power so often gravitated toward men so little inclined to use it well or wisely on behalf of their country and their people?
“Welcome back your excellency,” the cadaverous Sang Chu-ming murmured softly as he bowed before the warlord. “We are all delighted to see that you have not come home empty-handed,” he added with a thin smile as his icy gaze drank in Erika’s near nudity.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Miss Weiss,” the smuggling czar added with a slight bow. “I trust that your stay here will be long … and that you will not soon forget it….”
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