The Jade Pavilion Book I: The Daughters of Sung Lo
Chapter 2
Chapter Two
While Li Chang and the towering Mongol had been attending to the haughty
Miss Soo, Nakamura had not been idle. He stood before the equally beautiful
younger sister, Mee, in the next room. Mee, suddenly weak at the knees, could
not understand why everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, as Nakamura
took a razor-sharp knife from a sheath at his side, and slit through her
beautiful cobalt blue gown, in one swift move, and through her negligible
undergarments in another. He then cut a strip from the delicate blue cloth and
fashioned a gag from it, which he dexterously applied to the mouth of the
unresisting girl.
Mee, like her sister, had been mildly sedated by the powder that Peony
had slipped into their tea, when their father had brought them to the Jade
Pavilion. Just enough to stifle resistance, so that Nakamura could practice his
artistry on them without a great deal of kicking and screaming.
Nakamura took a step back to admire the resplendent nude figure before
him, as she timidly tried to cover her breasts and loins. A shade shorter than
her sister, but with the same beautiful oval face. While Soo's long, straight,
black hair had hung down to the small of her back (before Nakamura had put it to
another use), Mee's was shorter, draping her rounded shoulders. Almond eyes,
beautiful eyelashes, eyebrows arcing in perfectly sloping crescents, sculpted
cheekbones and generous lips adorned her lovely face. Nakamura's amorous gaze
descended to the twin globes of her close-set breasts, which Mee strove vainly
to cover with her tiny right hand. And to the inviting valley between them.
And further down to the gentle indentation of her navel, the soft down of her
pubic hair and the inviting, virginal pussy lips, which peeked out between the
fingers of her protective left hand. And down still further, to her
well-muscled ripe thighs. The thighs of a dancer. Nakamura nodded approvingly.
She would need strong thighs tonight. Li Chang had asked for something special
tonight, and Nakamura was not in the habit of disappointing his patron.
That afternoon, when Sung Lo had brought his exquisitely dressed
daughters to the Jade Pavilion, Peony had greeted them and conducted them to Li
Chang's private chambers (from the ceiling of which Soo had eventually found
herself suspended). Despite their father's warnings, both daughters recoiled at
the sight of the horribly scarred figure in the wheeled chair. Though Li Chang
seemingly took no notice of this, he filed the memory away. Later he would see
to it that they would come to regret their fastidiousness.
Obedient daughters, but not quite understanding the nature of their
visit, they remained behind when Sung Lo left, as their father covertly thrust
the envelope containing Li Chang's blood money into the recesses of his robe.
While feigning secrecy, Li Chang had made certain that the girls could see the
package change hands; when they came to realize their betrayal, their torment,
and his enjoyment, would be all the keener. And the young ladies, not realizing
their position, had continued to address Li's servants, and even Li himself,
with unpardonable rudeness.
Soon after Sung Lo had slunk away, Li Chang asked Peony to escort Mee
around the public areas of the beautiful pavilion; in their absence Nakamura had
attended to the bondage of her sister in Li's chamber. Peony had moments
earlier returned with the drowsy Mee, and brought her into the very large room
that occupied the rest of the top floor of Li Chang's pagoda-like palace.
Where she stood before Nakamura now, in all of her quivering, naked
loveliness. The Japanese bondage master had practiced his art on a hundred
unwilling female subjects, but none whose physical perfection had offered
promise of greater delectation to the connoisseur who appreciated his particular
skills. Li Chang would be well pleased, he knew.
This room, the Pleasure Dome, as Li liked to call it, was Nakamura's
masterpiece -- a combination of theatre, gymnasium, and torture chamber. A
unique venue that offered limitless possibilities for sexual delight. And sexual
suffering.
Nakamura had spent two years outfitting the room with an untold number
of mechanisms for ministering to its nubile visitors. Maximizing the beauty of
the feminine form by presenting it in its most vulnerable splendor was
Nakamura's life's work. At the inaugural soiree at the Pleasure Dome Li Chang
had told his fellow aficionados of young female flesh that he had given Nakamura
an unlimited budget, and that Nakamura had exceeded it.
But it was worth it; there was no one in the world that could match his
capacity for turning erotic fantasy into reality. And Li, loyal patron that he
was, was pleased to subsidize the artist's carnal conceptions regardless of
expense. Li Chang's fertile imagination was the source for many of the
scenarios that were acted out in this room, but Nakamura was their architect
and engineer.
The ever-silent Nakamura gestured to the maiden to extend her hands
before her, with fingers intertwined, as if in prayer. She shook her head no,
but when he looked meaningfully at the razor-sharp knife that had slid so easily
through her gown, she acquiesced.
He opened the top drawer of a beautifully lacquered cabinet, and removed
a purple cord from a selection of cords and ropes of every size and color, and
quickly secured her hands together. Then he lifted her intertwined hands up
behind her and backward over her head. Grasping another, longer, cord he looped
the cord around her wrists and arms several times, then down her back, up
through the softness of her crotch, being careful that the cord lodged firmly
between the lips of her vagina, and then back up over her chest and shoulders,
affixing the ends firmly to the supporting rope down her back. When he was
done, her hands were firmly clasped behind her head, and her upraised arms -
bent at the elbows - formed a perfect diamond. And her full-nippled love
globes were offered to his admiring eye to even greater advantage.
Nakamura lowered the terrified but helpless girl to her knees. He then
placed a yard-long, two-inch-thick steel bar across the backs of the inside of
her knees, and then pushed her firmly backward so that she was kneeling, with
her weight back. The bar, which boasted heavy rings at each end, separated the
backs of her thighs from the backs of her calves. Then, lifting one leg at a
time, he wound heavy coils of rope several times around each thigh and calf,
making occasional revolutions around the bar to fasten each leg firmly to it.
Already, Mee's arms were beginning to cramp, fastened into
motionlessness as they were behind her head; she knew that the muscles in her
sleek legs, would also begin to tighten up, with each upper leg tied so firmly
to its lower half. But she still had no idea of Nakamura's ultimate intention.
Just at that moment Li Chang wheeled himself into the room, fresh from
his most stimulating encounter with Soo. Li drank in the eye-filling charms of
the younger sister, admiring, as always, the artistry of his partner in
refined sadism. Nakamura bowed to Li Chang, who returned the courtesy.
"Please forgive the interruption, my friend," said the newcomer as his
eyes roamed hungrily over the flawless curves of Mee's nearly immobile body.
His dark eyes, no more than narrow slits of licentiousness, feasted on her
gorgeous tit-globes, that, unbelievably, were even more opulent than those of
her sister. Li wheeled the chair up until he was inches away from her jutting
breasts, thrust so shamelessly forward by her hands-behind-head position. He
reached out with one hand as if to test the ripeness of her tasty breast-fruits,
and then, enclosing her perky left nipple between finger and thumb, he caressed
it gently until it became aroused, against her will.
"She is very responsive, Nakamura-san. The opiate is wearing off.
Continue, please." There was little point in enjoying an insensate victim. He
had been careful to keep Kang in check until Soo was alert enough to savor fully
every brutal slash of the bamboo.
With a few quick movements, Nakamura drew some heavy ropes from the
ceiling, and tied them securely to the rings at the end of the steel bar around
which each of her shapely legs was wrapped. And then the Engineer of Pain
walked across to the wall, and turned a winch, and watched as the girl slowly
rose into the air, as the bar turned into a trapeze. The inside of the girl's
knees was draped over the bar, while each lower thigh was firmly bound to its
companion lower leg and ankle. Mee's shapely figure hung upside down, hands
still laced behind her head, which dangled about three feet off of the ground.
Li Chang reached out and undid the gag, and as he did so, Mee, by now
fully recovered from the opiate, spat out the words, "Let me down, you
disgusting cripple! Do you have any idea what my father will do to you when he
finds out how you have treated me?"
Li's lip curled into a sardonic smile as he turned toward Nakamura.
"She does have spirit, my friend. I enjoy spirit in a woman. But is it not
true, Nakamura, that a guest should show more respect to her host? Especially a
host who has paid so handsomely for the pleasure of her company? It is time, I
think, that we offered Miss Lo a lesson in docility. How shall we proceed
with our most appetizing guest, Nakamura-san?"
At this the enigmatic former samurai bowed, crossed the room and
returned a moment later carrying an ebony tray. On the tray, arranged with the
austere artistry of a Japanese rock garden, lay three pairs of strands of golden
thread, one pair long and two short, and two pairs of ivory chopsticks. Mee,
hanging awkwardly from her inverted perch, smiled derisively at the two seeming
fools before her, who sought to intimidate her with such innocuous implements.
Li examined these articles thoughtfully, and studied the position of
the orange-scented vision of loveliness suspended before him, and smiled at the
inscrutable Nakamura. "You are, as always, a master of subtlety, Nakamura-san. I
hope I can do justice to your inspiration. Arigato."
Nakamura bowed silently and nodded in approval as the seated Li took one
of the longer silken threads and then deftly seized Mee's left nipple in a
vise-like grip and pulled the luscious gourd out, away from her chest wall.
Li then began to wind the extremely tough thread fiendishly tightly around the
base of Mee's tempting left breast. He looped the full orb four times, before
tying the two ends tightly together. Then he roughly grasped her other
lust-melon and repeated the process, until each breast had been encircled
several times by the tough golden thread.
Nakamura had thought of everything, Li marveled, as he watched the
tightly constricted cones slowly swell into even more bulging prominence,
seemingly of their own accord. The golden threads sank so deeply into her
breastflesh and so closely matched her skin tones, that they were virtually
invisible. The strict confinement of the sumptuous globes caused the pale blue
veins of her breasts to become slightly, deliciously more prominent, offering as
they did a lovely contrast to the dark-honey skin around them. Mee's nipples,
those tasty brown tips that capped her swollen globes, continued to slowly
stiffen, like tiny corks.
Mee's derisive smirk was by now a thing of the past. The hapless girl
writhed as every nerve ending on the surface of her breasts silently screamed in
pain.
Li Chang then lifted one pair of chopsticks from the ebony tray, and,
his lips pursed in thought, tapped the now hypersensitive swollen goblets of
flesh first softly, then harder and still harder. Mee winced at every blow but
Li continued drumming a steady tattoo on the taut melons, now damp with the
sweat of the squirming girl, as he tried to divine the rest of Nakamura's
scheme. Two sets of chopsticks, and two short pairs of threads. And then it
came to him.
He took the first pair of chopsticks, tied a thread very tightly around
them, a third of the way from one end, and then holding them apart on the other
end, trapped a tantalizingly erect nipple between the centers of the ivory
sticks and then tied the sticks tightly together one third of the way from the
other end, mercilessly clamping the beautiful bud. Then he took the other pair
of chopsticks, and after rapping the other semi-erect nipple firmly several
times to bring it, too, to a sufficient state of erectness, imprisoned it in a
similar ivory bondage. Having fathomed Nakamura's intent, he was careful to keep
the twin pairs of sticks parallel to the ground.
By now the pain coursing through almost every part of her voluptuous
body was causing tears to stream from the girl's soft brown eyes. The muscles
of her supple thighs ached, contracted as they were around the bar that held her
aloft. Her arms and shoulders had been pinned behind her for many minutes. Her
pouting breasts were now swollen hemispheres of pain, and her proud, protuberant
nipples felt like they were being cut in two.
But the piece de resistance was still to come.
Li Chang's legs had been broken in several places years ago, by the Chan
Brothers, the leaders of the rival Black Scorpion tong. Li had been betrayed to
them by the woman he loved, and, while he had eventually exacted a horrible
revenge upon the treacherous Ming-tsu and the Chans, the injuries had not been
set properly, and he had never walked unaided since, and could only stand for
brief periods.
But Li retained great strength in his hands and arms, and had the
virility of a young man. And now he fully realized the demonic brilliance of
Nakamura's erotic conception. As Li shifted his weight in his chair, and then
extended his ominous fingers toward the beckoning chopsticks affixed to Mee's
tender nipples, she looked on with horror and screamed, "No, no! Oh father, no!
Save me!"
But Li's relentless talons closed implacably on the sticks, trapping the
distended tips of her throbbing honey-gold lust-melons. The wily Chinese saw the
first tears of pain begin to form in Mee's soft, dark, almond eyes, and then, as
if determined to increase their flow, he tightened his grip, crushing her
impudent breast buds between the sticks and sending fresh shock waves of pain
through Mee's superb breasts. Li Chang smiled cruelly as he watched his
captive's upper body vibrate convulsively in response to his torment.
Then, clenching his teeth with determination, Li Chang, using only the
chopsticks that bit down so ferociously on her rigid nipples for leverage,
lifted himself awkwardly from his chair.
"Aaaiiiiiiiieeeeeaaaaahh!!!!" Mee's cry of agony rent the stillness of
the Pleasure Dome, as her dark, delectable nipples momentarily bore the full
weight of her demonic host.
It must be said that Nakamura gave them both some assistance at this
point by gently turning the winch so that the trapeze lifted Mee slightly, as Li
was rising. Now that Li was on his feet, he reversed his grip on the
chopsticks, one hand at a time, from an overhand to an underhand grip. Mee's
agonized face was now about three feet from the floor, positioned exactly
opposite Li's manhood. A manhood which had been in full erection for most of
the last hour and a half, since Kang had first stripped the tangerine brocade
from Soo's luscious body.
Li braced the back of his fragile legs against his chair, and while
holding on grimly with one hand to the chopsticks that imprisoned Mee's right
nipple, he used the other to reach inside his silver robe and remove his
throbbing cock, which dangled menacingly in front of Mee's inviting lips. Li
Chang then resumed his two-handed grip on the diabolical chopsticks, while his
pulsating member poked at the carmine lips which turned this way and that to
avoid the unwelcome intruder.
In response to that rejection, Li's merciless fingers, closed even
tighter on the chopsticks, sending new waves of pain through Mee's tortured
love-buds. At last, in resignation, she parted her soft lovely lips and Li
Chang lost no time forcing his ardent manhood between them. Another forceful
squeeze on the diabolical chopsticks commanded the girl to begin sucking on the
massive rod. And so she did with as much energy as she could muster. But the
excruciating agony that permeated her tied and tortured breasts, caused the
efforts of her lips and tongue to slacken at times. Each time she faltered, no
matter how briefly, Li responded by tightening the death grip he had on her
abused nipples.
Luckily for the girl, after ten or twelve minutes of this cruel torment,
Li's legs began to weaken, and he eased his grips on the torture sticks, and
sank back into the chair, his rutting penis dripping with her saliva. He undid
the threads that held the ivory sticks to her nipples, and then pulled the
sticks away entirely. Then he untied the tiny knots of the golden threads that
encircled the bases of her breasts, and slowly unwound the threads that had kept
her tits compressed into bulging mounds of agony.
Li's smile widened. For as circulation returned to Mee's well-punished
breasts, she squirmed feverishly at a hundred new pinpricks of pain.
But though Li's legs had given out, his cock still craved satisfaction.
Li pulled a lever on the wheeled chair and the seat reclined backward, until it
was at about a thirty degree angle. Then Li signaled Nakamura, who took a
heavy black cord, and attached it at one end to the complex web of knots that
kept Mee's arms and shoulders pinned behind her head. Then Nakamura, threw the
other end of the long cord up and over the bar of the trapeze, and then slowly
pulled that end of the cord down, causing Mee's back to bow, as her head and
shoulders were pulled back up toward the trapeze.
Her body now formed about three quarters of Nakamura's clock-face of
bondage. Her knees on the trapeze at twelve o'clock, the midpoint of her thighs
at 9 o'clock, her pussy at 7 o'clock, the opulent, pain-wracked breasts
pointing outwards, at five o'clock, her head and shoulders at 3 o'clock. With
the black cord traversing the distance between 3 o'clock and the trapeze. Her
entire body was bent as taut as an archer's bow.
Then Nakamura, carefully eased the trapeze sideways, and down a little,
so that Mee's tender breasts came once more within reach of the cruel hands of
the reclining Li Chang.
"Please... no more..." the girl whimpered hysterically.
But Li Chang was deaf to her pleas. While the ropemaster had been
making these adjustments, Li had donned a pair of gloves that Nakamura had
designed. The back of these dark leather gloves looked perfectly ordinary; but
as Mee's body was slowly positioned over that of her enslaver, she saw in dismay
that the palms of the gloves were studded with scores of tiny precious stones.
Rough, unpolished precious stones.
Li grabbed the sweat-sheened orbs of her breasts by their outer curves,
and then the terrible gloves pushed inward, crushing the close-set globes around
the length of his pulsing cock, still damp with her drool.
"Aaaaaaaaiiiiiiieeeeehhh!!"" Mee screamed again as the dozens of
sharp little stones bit into her superb lust-globes. Her suffering mounted as
Li worked his cock back and forth through the warm embrace of her cleavage.
With each thrust the fearsome gloves inflicted new damage on the beautiful
breasts that imprisoned his pistoning manhood. Every muscle in her body, bent
backward in the terrible tension imposed by her cruel bondage, was aflame with
pain.
But still the ruthless rape of her breastflesh continued. Soon tiny
pin-pricks of crimson began to appear between the fingers of the hellish gloves.
Li was possessed of remarkable stamina, but now, excited beyond measure by the
sensation of fucking the warm, soft, tight, and now blood-streaked valley
between Mee's luscious breasts, he could no longer forestall the waves of
sexual ecstasy that washed over him and he exploded, shooting geysers of hot
semen on to the brutalized tits that had brought him such exquisite pleasure.
Exhausted from his exertions, Li pushed the suspended girl away.
Nakamura approached, and with a few dexterous movements, released the
pain-wracked maiden from her horrific bondage. And she collapsed limply to the
floor before them.
"Now, Miss Lo, what was that again about my being an ugly cripple?"
The girl crawled across the tiled floor to him on her hands and knees,
looking down at the bruised and bleeding breasts she held submissively in her
hands before her, as if that would somehow relieve their distress, "Please sir,
I'm sorry. No more, for mercy's sake, no more."
"Very well, Miss Mee; I assure you I have done no permanent damage to
your exquisite body. Nakamura and I have the utmost respect for precious things.
I trust that you have learned tonight that I demand respect in return.
Li turned toward his Master of Erotic Ceremonies. "An evening of rare
delight, Nakamura-san; I am in your debt." And as he wheeled himself to the
door his eye was drawn to the beautifully embossed lunar calendar on the wall.
"The Chinese New Year begins next week, Nakamura-san; I trust that you will come
up with a suitable entertainment for our guests. The Lo sisters will only be
with us for another three hundred sixty-four days, and we must make their stay
with us a memorable one."
As he peered more closely at the calendar, he saw that the new year
would bring The Year of The Cock A good omen indeed, he smiled to himself.
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