The Jade Pavilion, Book II
The Rise of Li Chang
Prologue
CRAACCCKKKK!!! "AAIIAGHHH!"
The tall, gaunt, silver-robed figure stood in the eerie shadows of the
subterranean room, watching with cock-throbbing lust as the naked girl swayed in
the taut ropes which held her fast, the soft skin of her plump buttocks streaked
with yet another angry mark. He nodded toward his minion, and the ugly
pig-tailed underling whipped the slender bamboo ane enthusiastically across the
back of the girl's tender thighs, causing her to cry out in pain once again.
"Please," she panted desperately, "Why? ... Why have you brought me here?"
The suspended girl was surprisingly beautiful, thought Richard Chan, the
man in the silver robe. Who could have guessed that this shy shopkeeper's
daughter, newly arrived in Shanghai from Nanking, would have been blessed with
such a desirable figure? It was only as his powerful confederate had stripped
her of her modest attire, that the comeliness of her shapely body had become
apparent. She could not have been more than twenty, he judged, as he admired
the dark-eyed temptress who hung suspended by her wrists between the two ominous
pillars of the underground room. Her face was striking, with alluring
almond-shaped eyes, pronounced cheekbones and invitingly kissable lips that
trembled as she hung before him. Her body formed a sensuous Y, the muscles of
her arms and shoulders stretched painfully taut by the rough ropes that
imprisoned her wrists, her pretty feet dangling several inches above the ground
The raven-haired Chinese girl's back, shoulders, and superbly contoured
buttocks were red-streaked from some two dozen flesh-searing strokes from the
cutting bamboo. At a signal from the figure in silver, the cane-wielder applied
another ferocious stroke to the young beauty's quivering derriere, eliciting
another soft scream as her body shuddered in reaction to the punishing blow.
Her crimson-streaked back and dark-clefted bottom glistened with a fine film of
fright-induced perspiration; Chan's thin-slitted eyes studied the erotic vision
of loveliness before him, bathed most attractively in the flickering glow,
reminiscent of the fires of a Christian hell, given off by the twin torches that
were ensconced in the columns on either side of her.
"I have brought you here because your father is an unreasonable man, Miss
Wu." The speaker's disembodied voice came to her out of the shadows, fraught
with menace. From the darkness he gestured toward his black-garbed servant who
proceeded to step around in front of the girl. Cherry Wu, affectionately
so-called because of her inordinate fondness for the sweet ripe fruit as a
child, regarded the ugly, pig-tailed brute with horror, as his eager fingers
clenched and unclenched around the vicious bamboo cane. Her tormentor's eyes
swept over the lush curves of her body as his mouth contorted into a lecherous
gap-toothed grin. And then he lifted the cane again ...
"No....please...not th..."
CRACKKK!! The cane whipped across her tender midriff, stinging her
deep-notched navel with its fiery kiss.
"AAIIIIEEEHHHH!" she cried out in pain. Her misery was hardly
diminished by the way the dark-robed cane-wielder leered at her stiff-nippled
breasts.
"Just because he is a newcomer to Shanghai, your stubborn father seems to
believe that he is under no obligation to observe our time-honored local
customs." The silver robe rustled softly as the speaker moved with sinister
intent and an almost silent tread around the room so that he was facing the
struggling girl. Could she have seen the man that peered at her from the
dimness of the room, she would have noted that his eyes were as cruel and
heartless as his voice.
Feeling himself becoming even more aroused, Richard Chan drank in the full
measure of her loveliness in the torchlight once again, -- the silky thighs of
ivory gold, marked front and back by a dozen random strokes from his henchman's
bamboo cane, her legs struggling futilely for purchase as she hung in her
bondage. The dark thatch of silky pubic hair which framed the inviting folds of
her womanhood. The billowing womanly hips that curved so nicely into a tiny
waist. The graceful curve of her belly, now reddening as a result of receiving
its first blow. And a pair of perfectly shaped breasts, not overly large, but
beautifully dark-tipped, and blessed with the indescribably delicious firmness
of youth.
At a signal from the shadows, the cane-wielder paused to blindfold the
hanging girl. When he had completed that task, the man in the silver robe
stepped forward and reached between her luscious thighs, amused by her virginal
squirms of revulsion. "Chief among our customs being that each businessman of
our great city is expected to contribute to the Fellowship of the Black
Scorpions, who do him the great service of protecting him in a dangerous world."
Cherry, repulsed by her tormentor's shameful manual caresses, kicked out
awkwardly in his general direction.
The man in the silver robe avoided her foot easily and stepped back into
the dark shadows. "Foolish girl. And daughter of an even more foolish father."
He studied her nude loveliness for a moment, and then let a hand trail over the
sublime softness of her left breast, circling it sensuously with a long finger.
'Cherry' was an appropriate name for this sweet-fleshed goddess, Chan mused as
his long-nailed fingers closed on a tasty looking nipple. He squeezed, softly
at first, and then harder and harder still, cruelly pinching the tender nubbin
between his relentless talons, as his shapely prisoner shuddered with pain.
Moments later then he lowered his mouth to the delectable bud, tasted its
sweetness with his lips and tongue, and smiled again.
Then he stood back, pointed, and gestured to his companion to continue.
The gap-toothed man grinned again, and stepped slightly to the girl's right,
all the while ogling the suspended girl's dark-tipped breasts. The pig-tailed
goon lifted the cane again, brandishing the thirty-inches of punishingly rigid
bamboo, and then, with the practiced skill of a man who had tortured scores of
women, brought the rod flashing out of the darkness to explode across the girl's
sweat-streaked pleasure globes.
"AAAAAAGGHHHH" the blind-folded girl screamed in dreadful agony again as
the blow turned her breasts into two suffering mounds of pain.
"Not only has your father refused to pay his rightful share to our ...
benevolent society, but he has been so bold as to boast of his defiance to his
neighbors." The thin-lipped man added another word, "Again," in an ominous
voice.
"No.. please...."
CRACCKKKK!! "AAAAAIIIIII!!" The hellish cane visited her tender breasts
once more, its angry tip scalding the throbbing bud of her left breast.
The voice came from the shadows once again. "So you see, I have no choice
but to demonstrate to him, how strongly we of the Black Scorpion feel about our
customs and his avoidance of his civic responsibility." The voice died away for
a second, and then returned in a husky whisper. "Secure her legs, Dao."
The grinning, gap-toothed lackey, held the instrument of her punishment
crosswise and offered it to the lips of the tortured girl. "Hold this for me,
slut!"
When Cherry spit the cane from her mouth, the man in the silver robe
stepped from the shadows to retrieve it. And while his henchman roughly
wrestled with first her left ankle and then the other, roping them to stout
hooks near the base of each pillar, Richard Chan gave the helpless squirming
girl three more vicious cuts with the cane, each more heinous than the last. The
first was a blood-drawing cut across the supple roundness of her right thigh.
He followed with a second brutal stroke across her abdomen, hitting her so hard
that Cherry felt as if her nether hair might burst into flame. The third was
another nipple-seeking slash to her panting honey-gold breasts.
Three times Cherry screamed, in rapid succession, as each stroke fell.
Three times, the thin lips of the man in the silver robe curled into a demonic
sneer of sadistic satisfaction.
Then, with the delicious Miss Wu's lovely legs widely spread-eagled, her
captor touched the cane lightly to the alluring cleft between her legs, sawing
the freshly scarlet-tinged bamboo rod back and forth between the soft vulnerable
folds of her virginal pussy. Then, with a gesture that left no doubt as to how
the ugly gap-toothed man was to continue, the man in the silver robe handed the
cane to his henchman and indicated that her blindfold was to be removed. As he
turned and stepped backward into the shadows, the blindfold was torn away, and
through her tear-filled eyes the pain-wracked girl noticed the frightful image
of an ebony scorpion that emblazoned the back of the silver robe. And then the
mysterious figure had melted into the murky shadows of the room again, just as
the one called Dao slowly drew the cane down low, preparing for a vicious
uppercut...
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At just before dawn the next morning Mister Wu, a dealer in ivory and
porcelains, heard a dull thump that woke him from a sound sleep in the room
above his shop in the bustling old quarter of Shanghai. He had retired early;
his daughter had gone out early in the evening to visit friends, as she did
frequently. Rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, he was startled to find that
she was not in her bedchamber. While he pondered the meaning of that strange
occurrence, he heard a faint scratching at the shop door. He rushed downstairs
to the front door of the shop and opened it, only to feel his daughter's body,
naked, bleeding, and covered with the tell-tale residue of multiple sexual
assaults, slump helplessly against his feet.
At noon that day, when a trio of Black Scorpions made their rounds of the
neighborhood, their leader, a homely man with a gap-toothed grin, suggested
scornfully that Mr. Wu might like to make his contribution to the Fellowship of
the Black Scorpions in full view of all his neighbors. And so he did, while his
daughter, Cherry Wu, turned fitfully in a restorative sleep, dreaming, as she
would a hundred times again, of her endless night of horror...
