Chapter 7 The Training of Erika Weiss
In mid-August of that year, Ming-tsu suggested that Li and she should
escape the sweltering heat of the city; she mentioned to Li that she had a
wealthy acquaintance who had a lakeside lodge in the mountains west of Tsingtao,
about halfway between Shangai and Peking, the seat of the Empire. Her
acquaintance would be traveling to Singapore on business in August, and he had
placed his lodge at her disposal.
After leaving instructions with his associates on how to manage his affairs
in his absence, and paying his respects to Wen-chi and Liu, Li Chang and
Ming-tsu set off on their journey. They traveled northwest overland, following
the course of the Grand Canal which had been begun over two millenia earlier,
during the last years of the life of Confucius.
Though he had read much, Li had not traveled widely, and he was much
impressed by the lush fertility of the coastal regions which led to the North
China Plain, and the seemingly endless succession of small farms -- farms that
typically grew rice in the flatlands and tea at the higher elevations. It was
well that the land was fertile; it was the sole support of tens of millions of
people. Tens of millions of people, mostly poor, but, taken together, a market
of tremendous economic potential. Li kept careful notes during his travels,
hoping that one day his growing knowledge of his vast homeland could be turned
to commercial advantage.
On the eighth morning of their journey Li roused himself at the country inn
in which he and Ming-tsu had spent the night; they had made love long into the
night, his mistress's erotic inventiveness never waning. On the preceding night
she had nursed at his testicles as if they were the sweetest of the fruits of
the orient, teasing them, tonguing them, tantalizing them until they had swollen
to an almost painful virility. And then her moist lips and talented tongue
addressed his rock-hard manhood, licking and sucking at his cock until he
thought he would scream for release.
And only when his noble phallus was at its saliva-coated peak of passion,
did Ming-tsu fall to her knees on the straw mat of the inn, and let him bury his
throbbing organ in her clutching, spasming, rectum. Again and again Li drove
his dark-veined cock into her wriggling ass, his tender lust-filled balls
smashing against the soft curves of her buttock flesh with every ardent lunge.
They had climaxed together, in an explosion every bit as spectacular as the
fireworks shows they had seen on royal holidays.
As he reflected on the erotic adventures of the prior night, Li prepared
breakfast tea for them both; they had arrived at the inn after dark the night
before and Ming-tsu had hinted that they were approaching journey's end.
Ming-tsu's beauty, as she slept in the pre-dawn candlelight, remained to him an
endless source of wonder. The honeyed complexion which lent her skin an almost
palpable warmth. Her firm breasts, so perfectly shaped, so provocatively
pointed. The graceful lines of her torso, her legs, sleek and slim and long for
a girl of her height; the ever-inviting dark-fringed cleft between her silky
thighs, infinitely desirable, now half-covered by a hand more modest in sleep
than in wakefulness.
The tea was nearly ready when Ming-tsu yawned, stretching her graceful body
languourously, and sat up on their rustic bedding of straw mats.
"You were a lion last night, Mr VIP," she smiled. "I'm still a little
tender." Ming-tsu turned her back to him and teased him by wriggling her
heart-shaped bottom. "But do not worry... it is a most pleasing tenderness."
"Here, try this," Li suggested, offering a small cup of the steaming brew.
"The tea of this region is said to be very fine."
"Thank you," Ming-tsu gave him a warm smile as she accepted the cup. "But
do not dawdle long over it, my love. For today, we shall reach our
destination."
When they were done with their tea, they bathed quickly, dressed and
stepped outside into the foggy coolness of a summer morn in the mountains.
Ming-tsu wore simple dark trousers, and a thin silk shirt of bright crimson,
studded with a series of black buttons that descended from her collar to a point
midway between the breasts which pressed so provocatively against the sheer
fabric.
They had only put a few yards between themselves and the inn when Ming-tsu
began to run toward a trail that led into the woods. "Come! I have a surprise
for you."
Li jogged after her with alacrity, wondering, as he often did, what his
mistress of suprises had up her sleeve this time. When they had arrived at the
inn the night before, he had carried their gear to their sleeping quarters,
while she had spent some minutes engaged in conversation with a rather
unsavory-looking innkeeper, pointing out the window in the general direction
toward which they were running. Apparently everything had been settled to her
satisfaction, for she ended up thanking their host and rejoining him and sharing
a simple dinner of soup and rice, before returning to their room for their
intense bout of love-making.
Li chased the laughing Ming-tsu for a couple of hundred yards down the
serpentine trail, catching up with her just as she emerged from the wooded area.
Together, they stood on an elevated bluff overlooking the vast expanse of a
mountain lake, as blue as an azure sky, that stretched before them. The first
rays of sunlight inched up the hilly horizon in the east, bathing the still,
sparkling water in its morning glow.
The fog had lifted, as if at Ming-tsu's command, and from their position on
high ground they could see for miles across the lake; there seemed to be an
island far in the distance. Directly below them, a small boat stirred gently in
the water. The boat was moored to an ancient wooden dock that extended into the
lake from a rustic boathouse.
"Is it not a beautiful view, my love?" Ming-tsu asked. "Come," and she
took his hand, and led him down a steep trail that led down toward the lake.
When they reached the bank, they walked along its edge toward the dock.
The boat rocked gently in the water. It was a beautiful craft, clearly the boat
of a wealthy man, with a pair of comfortable seats, facing forward, at the stern
of the boat. A rowing bench bisected the boat horizontally and a pair of oars,
apparently its only means of propulsion, extended from the sides of the boat
into the gently rippling water.
Li eyed the oars warily as they approached; while very fit, he had never
done much rowing, and this lake appeared to be many miles across. He began to
roll up his dark sleeves in preparation for the task.
He felt the softness of Ming-tsu's hand on his wrist. "No, my love. This
is to be a day of pleasure. You will not have to row today. I have made other
arrangements." With that she turned toward the boathouse and clapped her hands.
Moments later, the door to the boathouse opened, and from it stepped the
heavy-set innkeeper Ming-tsu had spoken to the night before, and another,
younger man, whose facial resemblance to their host suggested that he might be
his son. And between them, wearing only tiny scraps of soft brown buckskin
that only half-covered her surging breasts and her womanly hips was a tall,
beautiful, European woman. Young and blonde and helpless, her bare feet encased
in shackles, her wrists in nautical rope. Despite his night of love-making, Li
felt his manhood begin to stiffen at this erotic vision.
"Ahhh," Ming-tsu exclaimed, "She is every bit as beautiful as I had heard."
She turned toward the inn-keeper and spoke sharply. "You did not touch her,
Hong? You and your boy?"
Hong, the surly innkeeper bristled a bit. "No, miss, everything has been
done as you wished. We brought her from the master's lodge last night." He
inclined his head toward the adolescent, who could not take his hungry eyes off
the delectable breast-flesh of the blonde goddess that fortune had brought to
their mountain hostel. "But it has not been easy getting the young one to keep
his hands in his pockets."
The boy was perhaps sixteen, and slight of build compared to his father.
Like the innkeeper, his face was pock-marked by some appalling skin condition.
Tiny flecks of spittle leaked from both corners of the boy's thin-lipped mouth,
as he ogled the blonde temptress that he and his father had presented to
Ming-tsu.
Li could well understand the lad's impulses. The young woman was
spectacular -- perhaps twenty, possessed of long, straight, blonde hair that
rustled gently in the morning breeze. She had eyes of a blue to match the
crystalline clearness of the lake, chiseled cheekbones and full, kissable lips.
And her body was even more eye-catching than her face . She was an inch or two
taller than Li, although he was slightly above the average height of a Chinese
male. The skin of her arms and legs was lightly tanned, as if she had spent
some time in the summer sun; but the pink-tinged milkiness of the splendid
breasts that spilled over the linked triangles of buckskin, was ample testimony
to the natural fairness of her complexion.
Her flimsy top was held together by two knotted laces in the center of her
bare back; her loin-cloth, for it was little more than that, also had no sides
at all; knots at each hip were all that kept the diminutive buckskin garment
from falling at her feet. The young woman's long, luscious legs were bare save
for the two slender laces at her hips that held her nether garment together.
Ming-tsu was watching Li as he appraised the leggy blonde. "She will be
our oarswoman today, Li," Ming-tsu said in a coquettish voice, "so that we may
enjoy the beauty of this summer's day. What do you think of her?"
Li examined the silent blonde with frank admiration -- he didn't know if
she was up to rowing across the lake, but her figure was indeed athletic, her
muscles toned, her body lean and hard, notwithstanding the opulent curves of her
generous breasts, and her hourglass hips.
Within minutes, Hong had led the young woman to the boat, seated her on a
rower's bench, untied her wrists, and then shackled them loosely to the oars,
and linked the shackles on her ankles to hooks that were affixed to the floor of
the boat.
When the prisoner was in place, facing the bow, Li Chang and Ming-tsu
stepped over the rowing bench and ensconced themselves in the comfortably
cushioned seats in the stern of the boat. The pimply-faced boy undid the hauser
that moored the dory to the dock, and then, with a shove from the innkeeperg,
the threesome cast off and began the journey across the mountain lake, toward
whatever lay on the other side.
The innkeeper and the boy watched for several minutes as the blonde rower
began her long journey across the lake, and exchanged ribald jests as to what
they'd like to do to her at journey's end, before finally turning their back on
the lake and making their way back to the inn.
Meanwhile Li and Ming-tsu made themselves comfortable in the small boat.
They had been well provided for -- Li's alert eyes quickly made out the baskets
of food, and containers of water and rice wine. And one thing more -- he also
noted two springy buggy whips which were mounted on the sides of the small boat.
From behind, Li watched the broad, but gently rounded shoulders of their
sensuous oarswoman struggle with the heavy oars; within a few minutes a fine
film of gleam of perspiration covered her back. Tiny dew-drops of sweat
trickled down into the inch or so of dark buttock-cleft that her tiny costume
made visible.
When they were safely out of hearing range from the shore, Li could no
longer resist asking, "Who is she?" he asked, wondering how such a stunning
blonde European woman had come to be something of a galley slave on a boat in an
isolated lake ten thousand miles from her homeland?
"Her name is Erika Weiss," Ming-tsu explained as she leaned her head
against his shoulder. "She is magnificent, is she not? She is the adopted
daughter of Lutheran missionaries who came to China some years ago. Her parents
were drowned when a crowded ferry sank crossing the Po Hai, the gulf that
separates Port Arthur from Tientsin. Somehow, miraculously, Erika survived the
shipwreck."
As the blonde strained at the oars, Li wondered if perhaps she wished that
she, too, had been lost at sea.
" With her parents dead," Ming-tsu went on, as she shielded her eyes from
the increasingly bright sun, "Erika became the ward of her father's brother, a
drunken sot of a gambler. He was heavily in debt to the gaming houses of your
Black Scorpions, and decided to get out from under by selling his niece by
adoption into whoredom. Unlucky for her, Li Chang; but very lucky for you and
me."
"Her new master calls her "The Golden Girl"; an apt name is it not?"
It was indeed, thought Li Chang, as he watched the blonde goddess work the
oars.
"Her master demands that Erika be at the peak of condition; a great deal
of stamina is required for her new duties." Ming-tsu was stroking his thigh now
as she talked. "But last week our golden girl failed her new master; she was
assigned the task of pleasing a dozen of his business clients, but by the time
she got to the eleventh man her efforts were no more than perfunctory. The
client complained. And when her master mentioned the story to me, I volunteered
to assist in her further training."
Ming-tsu's left hand was on Li's crotch now. Her right hand reached out
for the light buggy whip. "It is just seven o'clock now; it is about ten miles
to the island in the middle of the lake. Erika has been told that she has
until noon to reach that island. Or she will be punished most severely."
Ming-tsu made a quick movement with her wrist, and the tip of the whip struck
Erika on the right shoulder leaving a small red mark on the fair skin. "The
whips are here, my love, to make sure that she does not falter."
Li knew little of rowing; ten miles in five hours was only two miles an
hour. The boat was beautifully crafted, and seemed to slide easily through the
cool mountain lake; but five consecutive hours at two miles an hour seemed a
daunting task, even for a woman in peak condition.
The first hour passed quickly, with Li and Ming-tsu amusing themselves
by delivering occasional stinging cuts of the light whip. By eight the sun had
risen above the tree-lined hills on their left, as the golden girl strained at
the oars, propelling them in a southerly direction.
"Her task will become more arduous, Li Chang, as the sun grows warmer."
Ming-tsu rose and approached the scantily-clad Erika. Moving her fingers
deftly, she undid the knot that held the blonde's top in place, and pulled the
buckskin brassiere away. Erika was breathing harder now, the muscles in her
thighs, shoulders, and back rippling with her efforts. From his position behind
her and slightly to her left , Li could only catch occasional glimpses of the
ripe curve of her left breast as it bobbled gently with her exertions.
Ming-tsu had re-taken her seat next to him; her fingers opened the fly
of his trousers and stroked his manhood, made more ardent by the sight of the
nearly nude blonde slave before him. The August sun was warm, and as the
morning wore on, and the sun rose higher in the sky, it grew hotter and hotter.
Ming-tsu spent a moment or two erecting an ingenious parasol/sun screen that
spared the seats in the stern from the worst of the sunlight. But gradually,
while Ming-tsu soft, skillful hands stroked him, Li became aware of the toll
that the heat of the summer sun was taking on the fair skin of their galley
slave.
When Li mentioned that possibility, Ming-tsu winked at him. "You are
beginning to understand the nature of our golden girl's ordeal, my love. But I
have something here that may assuage the worst of your fears." Ming-tsu reached
into a small compartment and removed a small vial of liquid. "It is a lotion,
Li, that will protect Erika's skin from any long-term damage. Go ahead, rub it
on her."
Li steadied himself in the boat and crept forward towrd the rowing
bench. "Pour a little in your hands." He followed Ming-tsu's direction,
letting a creamy unguent ooze from the container; it smelled of lemon and
alcohol. "And now rub it into her back."
As soon as she felt the lotion touch her perspiring back, Erika gasped
and jerked. When she stopped rowing for a moment, she felt the kiss of
Ming-tsu's buggy whip across her right shoulder.
"I'm told the sun-oil stings quite badly," Ming-tsu murmured coyly.
"And it will do nothing to prevent or reduce the sting of the sunburn; but it
will prevent the skin from being permanently damaged."
Li's hands eagerly smoothed the lotion into Erika's back and shoulders,
causing her to shudder at the stinging sensation. He quickly covered the entire
surface of her upper back and shoulders, and then anointed his hands again and
moved them lower to the hollow in the small of Erika's back, and lower still,
to the very edge of her loincloth. Despite his insistent touch, the
missionary's daughter continued to row, even as Li's hand slipped beneath her
sole remaining garment to feel the roundness of the upper curves of her charming
buttocks.
Ming-tsu spoke again. " Bear in mind that we are travelling southward,
Li. Do not neglect the front of her body; it will receive the worst of the
sun's rays."
Nodding enthusiastically, Li positioned himself on the rowing bench
behind Erika, splashed more lotion on his hands and reached around to rub it
into Erika's flat stomach, wet from sweat, and warm from the sun. He oiled her
shoulders, arms and wrists, noticing that her hands were beginning to shows
signs of wear and tear from her handling of the oars. He massaged the tops of
her creamy, supple thighs, applying the liniment liberally, until her athletic
legs were gleaming from the lotion.
And then, reaching under her arms as she rowed, he attacked her big,
firm, pink-nippled breasts, rubbing the stinging lotion deep into her tit-flesh.
He gave her pale lust-globes a thorough going over, mesmerized by their glorious
size and shape. Li had never seen a European woman's breasts before, much less
those of a western goddess like Erika, and he took particular interest in her
coral nipples, mounted in delicious aureoles. Their pinkness was a delightful
change from the no less exquisite brown nipples of the Asian women he was
familiar with; his thumbs teased Erika's responsive breast-tips into a pair of
taut nubbins.
When he turned around to face Ming-tsu, the black buttons of her scarlet
shirt were undone, and one of her tiny hands was playing with a breast, while
the other was inside her silk trousers, stroking herself. Li quickly rejoined
her in the stern of the boat, his lips finding hers, as she pressed her body
against him.
Within a few moments he was seated again, but with a naked, moaning
Ming-tsu straddling him, her juicy breasts dancing before him, impaled on his
throbbing erection.
They made love in the stern of the boat in the shade of the
parasol/screen all morning, Ming-tsu displaying her usual creativity in finding
new ways to couple, new positions to tease him with. At one point, Ming-tsu
stood behind the blonde galley slave, feet spread wide, and bent over so that
her hands were on Erika's hard-working shoulders. Meanwhile, Li drove his
fleshy lance into her from behind. All the while Ming-tsu whispered into Erika's
ear, reminding her that she would be punished if they were so much as a minute
late reaching the island.
The blonde redoubled her efforts, though nearly every muscle in her arms,
shoulders, back and legs had to be screaming with pain and fatigue. As Ming-tsu
had predicted, the lotion did little in the short term to protect Erika's fair
skin from the harsh sunlight. Her flesh became more and more rosy as the long
morning drew on.
At about 11:30 the island grew visible in the distance across the water;
her target now in sight, Erika worked feverishly to accomplish her task, her
well-oiled muscles rippling in the bright sunlight, the palms of her once-soft
and feminine hands covered with blisters.
But the distance was too great -- despite Ming-tsu's relentless application
of the buggy whip to Erika's sunburned flesh, the sun was some minutes past its
highest point in the sky before the sleek rowboat slid alongside the primitive
dock on the island.
"You have failed, Golden Girl," Ming-tsu intoned without the least trace of
disappointment. "I will have to consider what your punishment should be."
Erika slumped forward on her oars in despair, her hands raw from her
labors.
"Surely it was a good effort, Ming-tsu; might we not spare her?"
Despite his suggestion of clemency, Li wanted nothing more than to dominate
the beauty; like most Chinese he was resentful of Europeans and their
imperialism which had done much to bring trouble to the country. Besides, in
his months with Ming-tsu his qualms about causing others' pain, particularly
when the others were young, female, and beautiful had all but disappeared.
Ming-tsu, who leaned provocatively backward in all her naked glory against
the stern of the boat, gave Li a puzzled look, as if she were shocked by the
notion of a lieutenant of the Black Scorpions contemplating mercy. And Li was
compelled to remind himself to stay in character -- it would be dangerous for
both of them, were Ming-tsu to know his true identity. He would need to be
doubly stern with Erica Weiss to re-win Ming-tsu's confidence.
Ming-tsu's enigmatic glance passed quickly, however, and she gave Li one of
her dazzling sensuous smiles and said, "Let's swim -- the water will be nice and
cool on such a hot day."
And with that she stepped gracefully off the dock into the thigh-deep
water, her pubic hair stroked this way and that by the shimmering movement of
the gentle ripples she had caused.
Li joined her moments later and they gamboled playfully, nakedly in the
lake for an hour, had a brief lunch, and then made love yet again, this time in
the soft green grass not far from the water's edge.
All the while, Erika, sat chained to her place in the dory, while the
relentless August sun beat down on her nakedness. By the time the lovers
rejoined her, she had been baked a rosy shade of pink save for her shins and the
backs of her legs, which had been shielded by her position in the boat.
"Wasser.." she begged in German. "Bitte... wasser..."
But there was no kindness in Ming-tsu's reply. "You shall have water,
slut, but not until you have been punished for your failure....."
A few minutes later one of the heavy mooring ropes from the weathered
island dock had been put to good use. The golden girl hung by her wrists from
a stout tree limb, her feet dangling a few inches above the ground.
"Bitte... please ..."
But Ming-tsu was deaf to her entreaties. She undid the buckskin lace on
Erika's flank that held one side of the loin cloth together, letting it fall,
giving Li Chang a partial glimpse of the blonde angel-hair that framed her
inviting womanhood. The other knot lost its battle to Ming-tsu's clever fingers
a moment later, and the loincloth slipped to the ground leaving the sexually
enslaved missionary's daughter completely, shamelessly nude.
Erika's buttocks, loins and the backs of her thighs were starkly pale
compared to the rest of her sun-glazed body; but Ming-tsu would see to it that
they did not remain so long. Using a fisherman's knife from the boat, she cut a
pair of sturdy switches from the tree from which their captive hung. Ming-tsu
and her lover proceeded to put the whippy branchlings to good use, punishing the
unblemished milky-white backs of her thighs, and the pale rotundities of her
writhing buttocks. Ten, fifteen, twenty times, the vicious switches bit deeply
into the firm flesh of her deeply-cleft derriere, each leaving a mark more livid
than the last.
The blonde had suffered stoically all morning, but as the number of
punishing blows mounted into the dozens her brave gasps evolved into soft
murmurs of pain, then into cries of anguish, and finally into full-throated
screams of agony as stroke after stinging stroke fell upon her tortured bottom.
But there was no one to hear her on that remote island, save for the man and
woman who took such refined pleasure from her suffering.
Every now and then, while Li continued to flog Erika's sublimely spankable
buttocks, Ming-tsu would move around to stand in front of the girl, and
administer a scathing slash or two to the fronts of her sun-burned thighs.
After Erika's lush thighs were well-streaked, Ming-tsu turned her attentions to
the blonde's rosy-skinned belly, and then, with an unexampled zest, to her
sun-inflamed breasts. It was on these splendid targets, tipped with such
tempting bulls-eyes, that the Chinese tormentrix wielded her evil switch with
special relish, as if jealous of the European beauty's ripe, swollen breasts.
It was rare indeed that Ming-tsu had encountered a woman to whom nature had
been as generous as to this comely fraulein.
Time and again the switch visited the fleshy spikes that crowned the
centers of Erika's rosy globes, each horrendous blow causing their blonde
captive to writhe in shameless gyrations and to voice her unfathomable agony in
plaintive tones. Several times, too, Ming-tsu elicited high-pitched cries of
pain by sweeping the wicked switch swiftly upward between the golden girl's
parted legs.
Meanwhile Li Chang continued to rain blow after blow after blow onto
Erika's rounded buttcheeks, punishing their perfection with a diligence matched
only by his enthusiasam. Within an hour, the proud Norse goddess who had manned
the oars of their watercraft a few hours earlier was but a memory. In her place
was an exhausted, whimpering, blood-streaked victim who was reduced to begging
for mercy at each stroke from Li's strong right arm. Finally, when it seemed
that the fair-haired beauty was nearing the limits of her endurance, Li and
Ming-tsu cut her down, bathed her scores of tiny flesh-wounds in the cool waters
of the lake and then took her to their sleeping quarters in the lodge on the
island, which Erika's master had left for their use.
But the training of Erika Weiss was not yet complete.
For the next two days Li and Ming-tsu were ruthless in exploiting every
possible sexual pleasure from the luscious body of their subjugated captive.
They used her in every way imaginable even though their every touch to Erika's
whipped and sun-scorched body was excruciating. Not the least of her tortures
was to kneel above the recumbent Li Chang and take his swollen organ into her
agonizingly sore hands, scraped raw from the rowing blisters, and be forced to
stroke his potent phallus up and down, while Ming-tsu's sharp-tipped nails raked
the sun-seared flesh of her back.
On the morning of the third day they chained Erika back to the oars, and the
beleaguered blonde was compelled to row them back across the lake to their point
of embarcation. They left her crumpled in exhaustion over her oars, in the
dubious safekeeping of Hong and his drooling son, as they began their long
journey back to Shanghai. Ming-tsu was confident that she could assure Erika's
master that he would have no more difficulty with her.
