Chapter 5 - An Example is Made
To provide much-needed privacy, the Tender Willow Clinic was on an island
only accessible by a bridge, affectionately known to the staff as The Bridge Of
A Thousand Sighs. This was Chinese humour as, inside, the inmates were doing a
lot more than just sighing.
Take, for example, the four naked beauties, three American and one Chinese,
squirming anxiously on their stools. Each had her luscious lips wrapped around a
bright red ball-gag, her wrists tied behind her back and her ankles tied to
either end of a bar fastened to the legs of the stool. They had sat for hours,
naked, bound and helpless, nervously inspecting the array of surgical implements
and carving knives. Prominently featured was a breast guillotine, although the
women rather naively thought that it was for beheading two people at once. They
had watched, wide-eyed, as an elderly Chinese gentleman known as the blademaster
had come in and slowly and carefully sharpened each gleaming blade until it was
razor sharp, taking great care as he worked on the heavy blade of the breast
guillotine. The sound of a blade scraping over a whetstone was burned indelibly
into their brains. The blademaster lit a burner under a vat of oil before
leaving. By the time he left, they were all sweating nicely.
Head Nurse Mei Ling thought that they had sweated long enough. It was time
to introduce herself to these new arrivals at the Tender Willow Clinic. Tender
Willow specialized in dealing with captured troublemakers that had earned a lot
more than a bullet to the brain. To the Chinese government, mere disposal of
these troublemakers was not enough. They had to linger.
The Americans were the first instalment of what Mei Ling thought of as
Scooping the News Team. The writer and two researchers were fine specimens. They
had been scooped after 'winning' a free tour of the fleshpots of Bangkok. What
writer or researcher could miss out on that sort of experience? From Bangkok to
crossing the Bridge Of A Thousand Sighs turned out to be a short trip, courtesy
of Bangkok's free and easy criminal element eager to make a few bucks off the
Chinese. Picking three American bimbos right off the street had been a pleasure.
The three beauties had been sent on their way after a strenuous gang bang to
loosen them up a bit.
Mei Ling eyed the Americans' pubic tufts: a bleach blond, a brunette and a
truly spectacular natural redhead. The bleach blond had large and obvious breast
implants. Mei Ling sighed. At least the poor woman was trying to better herself,
and the rest wasn't bad at all. She had heard that the woman who hired them all
was a lesbian bigwig with Female Network Television. She was obviously a lesbian
with great taste. The lesbian TV bigwig hadn't arrived yet, but Mei Ling looked
forward to meeting her in the foreseeable future. After all, The China Reports
had been the bigwig's baby. She had thought it up and she had produced it.
Mei Ling believed in making an example of one that the rest could learn
from. Since her patients were supposed to linger, she looked elsewhere for her
slaughterhouse meat.
Chyou Li, the naked Chinese beauty, had been a Death Row inmate at the
nearby Loving Lotus Prison. A government that executes even petty thieves has
lots of disposable meat, though it has few repeat offenders. The Chinese
execution method was simple: a bullet in the back of the head. Lovely,
big-breasted Chyou (pronounced Chee-oh) was a mere petty thief, nervously
awaiting her turn to get her brains blown out. Mei Ling would make the process a
bit more interesting for her.
The Chinese prefer smaller breasted woman. The large-breasted ones are
thought of as 'cows'. Mei Ling periodically visted the Loving Lotus Prison,
basically a govenment-run snuff factory, to sift through the Loving Lotus' Death
Row inmates to find a 'cow' to make an example of. Trials were short and
execution followed quickly. The large turnover on Death Row gave Mei Ling lots
of nice looking 'cows' to pick from, such as the truly enchanting Chyou Li.
Chyou spoke no English. Mei Ling ungagged Chyou so that she could have a
pleasant little chat with her victim. She licked two fingers and rammed them
into Chyou's cunt, burying them up to the knuckle. As her two fingers wiggled
playfully inside, Mei Ling calmly began telling Chyou Li exactly what was in
store for her. After a wide-eyed look of shock, Chyou began babbling
frantically, her every-increasing hysteria obvious to anyone.
The three American beauties, glistening with sweat, understood nothing of
the obviously intense conversation between Mei Ling and Chyou Li. Chyou Li's
delectable bare bum bounced desperately on the stool. The stool was bolted to
the floor, so it didn't twitch despite it's greatly excited occupant. On the
other hand, Chyou's big tits and fear-hardened nipples were bobbing like
yo-yo's.
Mei Ling finished her pleasant little chat, pulled her fingers out with an
audible pop, and got down to business. Two muscular handlers unlocked Chyou's
leg spreader from the legs of her stool and carried her, writhing and shreiking,
to kneel in front of the breast guillotine. Her big melons were inserted into
the two holes. The top was locked down to hold them in position for the
descending blade. To keep the struggling Chyou in place, a row of straps
attached to the sides of the guillotine were buckled up behind her back, hugging
her chest up close to the path of descending blade. Her leg spreader was clamped
to the floor. A leather harness was fitted over her head, covering neither her
eyes nor her screaming lips. A studded black leather belt was threaded between a
loop at the back of her head harness and the leg-spreading bar. It was cinched
tight, pulling her head back, forcing her to look up and watch the gleaming,
razor sharp blade poised for a quick, brutal slice.
The American beauties were bouncing delectably in their seats, yelling
frantically into their gags. The bleach blond had paid big bucks for her tits.
She really didn't want to lose them. The other two were equally horrified at the
terrifying tableau before them. Mei Ling took her time. It was important that
this lesson be permanently imprinted on her three American students.
Mei Ling went to the front of the guillotine and carefully placed a silver
platter under each of Chyou's breasts to catch them as they fell. She stood up
and dramatically put her hand on the release lever at the side of the
guillotine, wriggling her fingers to grip it firmly. The noise level in the room
rose to a hysterical din. Chyou Li lost both bowel and bladder control. Mei Ling
waited patiently until she was done, paused a beat and then pulled.
With a terrifying roar, the guillotine blade thundered downwards, landing
with a floor-shaking thud. There was an inhumanly high-pitched shreik from Chyou
Li and her breasts plopped onto the platters, each neatly landing face up. Chyou
Li and two of the Americans fainted. The redhead stared, ashen faced, her nude
body oily with fear sweat, quivering in shock.
Patiently, using her Made In America medical skills, Mei Ling revived and
restored them all to full awareness. The lesson wasn't over.
She took a turkey baster, dipped it in the vat of boiling oil and filled it.
She squeezed the bulb and sprayed the hot oil over the two gaping holes in Chyou
Li's chest to cauterize the wounds. She didn't want her bleeding to death before
she was finished. Poor Chyou Li shreiked insanely as the super-hot oil burned
into her chest. The Americans were averting their eyes.
"Watch carefully or I will scoop out your eyeballs!"
Confident that she now had the undivided attention of her audience, Mei Ling
selected a small scalpel from the array of surgical implements. Reaching between
Chyou's parted thighs, she peeled back the hood of flesh covering Chyou's clit
and, with a deft slice of the knife, performed a quick cliterdectomy. She
removed the vaginal lips as well. Chyou was wailing like a very high pitched
siren throughout, sobbing and shreiking hysterically. It was music to Mei Ling's
ears and obviously making a deep impression on the Americans, watching in
shocked silence.
A bucket was to her left and a large silver platter was to her right. She
dropped the bloody gobbets of flesh in the bucket.
She selected a carving knife and tried to cater a bit to her American
audience. She mimed bowing her head respectfully in prayer. She then began
carving Chyou's beautifully rounded ass globes like an American father cutting
the Thanksgiving turkey. It was uncertain that her audience made this subtle
cross-culture connection, but their deeply horrified faces made their deeply
fearful attitude clear. It was good enough.
She carefully layed the thin slices of meat on the silver platter. When she
had finished carving her screaming 'gobbler', she held up what looked like a
small teaspoon to her very attentive audience.
"This looks like a teaspoon, but the edges of the spoon are razor sharp. If
you were paying attention, you saw the blademaster sharpen them earlier. You
remember how I talked about scooping out your eyeballs? This implement makes it
simplicity itself."
One by one, she scooped out Chyou's pretty eyeballs and laid them on the
tray next to the slices of raw, dripping buttock. She whispered in Chyou Li's
ear. Chyou spoke hoarsely, the raw pleading in her voice unmistakeable. Mei Ling
smiled and translated for her ignorant American audience.
"Chyou Li says that although she wasn't before, she is now ready to die."
Mei Ling took a revolver and executed Chyou Li's sentence. She aimed
carefully so that Chyou Li's brains were splattered over the freshly white
washed wall for all to see.
Mei Ling looked at her new recruits and laid down the basic rules.
"From now on you do what you're told when you're told. You do not speak
amongst yourselves. You speak only when someone in authority speaks to you. Look
at Chyou Li and remember what can be done."
The horrifyingly brutal scene had been seared indelibly into the Americans'
minds. They would be much easier to handle, much more eager to please from now
on. An example had been made and a brutal, bloody lesson had been learned.
