Chapter 10 Prisoner in the House of Chan
It was forever night in the underground dungeon of the Black Pagoda. Dark,
forbidding, and to those suffering the Scorpions' sting, seemingly endless
night. On this particular evening, the gloomy and oppressive chamber was host to
yet another unwilling guest.
"There must be a traitor in our midst, George," said Richard Chan as he
brought the thin leather strap down sharply for the fifth time, this time across
the rounded shoulders of the attractive young Chinese woman who cowered face
down on the floor. "Aaaaaahhh!!" she cried out as she tried to crawl away. But
her slender body was constrained by a long chain that fettered a pretty ankle to
a sturdy iron ring at the base of one of the pillars that dominated the central
part of the dungeon. The lengthy chain afforded the girl considerable freedom
of movement, and her frantic scrambling to escape the blows delivered by her
tormentors was stimulating in the extreme. Bright-burning torches mounted on the
pillars cast dark shadows on the wall behind her, depicting a towering figure,
angular and wrathful, standing above his helpless, nubile prey.
The half-naked girl who crawled desperately along the floor in a futile
attempt to escape the next next blow was none other than the soulful-eyed Peony,
whom we have met at the house of Ming-tsu. Peony worked for Madam Wong in one
of the brothels the Chan brothers controlled in Shanghai. She was fortunate
enough, and pretty enough, to work in the bordello that catered to rich
foreigners. But that afternoon Peony had balked at inserting her pretty pink
tongue into the anus of an elderly British admiral. The admiral, enraged at
such squeamishness, had complained to Madam Wong. Within a matter of hours, a
pair of Scorpions had come for the obstinate young woman of pleasure and
delivered her to the secret underground entrance of the Black Pagoda. Where none
other than Richard Chan himself, along with his brother George, was punishing
her for her willfullness.
Now, stripped naked save for the brief wisp of white silk that hugged
her tempting loins and rounded buttocks, she knelt at the feet of the dual
commanders of the Black Scorpions. Shimmering torchlight, the only illumination
in the fearful cellar, dappled the girl's red-streaked hips.
"No-o... please ... I will be do what you say from now on..."
In her terror, Peony saw a second shadow, shorter, stockier, but no less
malignant, join the first. This dark image, too was armed with a weapon. Above
her a beaming George Chan stood with a whippy wooden cane which he whistled down
with a violent THWICKK!! against the back of a soft, silken thigh, several
inches above Peony's knee. The brothers Chan liked to enforce discipline on
their wayward employees personally now and then. Particularly when the wayward
employee was a young, dark-eyed beauty like Peony.
As the flogging continued, The Oxford-educated brothers continued to
discuss business matters in English, so that their victim could not overhear
their plans, lapsing into Chinese only when they were directing their remarks to
Peony. George considered his brother's statement as he admired the graceful
curves of Peony's young body. "A traitor? Hmm. It may be, Richard, that you
are right. We have lost more than twenty men in the last six months alone; it
is as if they had vanished from the face of the earth."
George Chan twirled the yard-long cane expertly in his fingers, before
addressing the almond-eyed beauty at his feet. "You must learn that the
customer is always right, Peony. Richard and I are only interested in improving
what the Europeans would call your 'work ethic'." George paused to take his
suitcoat off. He draped the jacket over a nearby divan and rolled up his
sleeves, baring his well-muscled forearms. But still he smiled, even as he
lifted the cane high overhead and then brought it sweeping down with brutal
force, leaving another angry mark adjacent to the last.
CRACKK!! "AAAAGHHH!! The older brother's strap tore into the wretched
girl's gently curved buttocks again, causing her to cry out and roll over in
pain. Only to be greeted by the fierce THWICKKK!!! of George's cane across the
sweet, soft flesh of her thighs. "AAAHHH!!" she yelped before writhing in
sensual gyrations of agony.
The elder Chan lashed the dark-haired beauty across the base of her
shoulder blades, leaving a garish mark. Peony's long dark hair was her pride
and glory, but Richard Chan had thrown it forward over her shoulders so that she
was deprived of even its slight defense.
"Someone must be tipping off our enemies, Richard - it's as if they knew
our every move." George tightened his grip on the stiff wooden rod and slammed
it into Peony's flank. "AAAIIEAH!"
"Please ... sir ... in the name of our ancestors... let me ...."
CRACCKK!! the strap strafed the tender hollow in the small of her back once
again.
" I won't do it again.... I prom... "AAAAIIAHHH!!!"
THWICKKK!! George had ripped the cane into the backs of Peony's shapely
thighs with renewed gusto.
"Over that barrel, girl!" The elder Chan's voice was menacing as he
directed the unfortunate Peony to lie face down across a huge wooden barrel that
lay on its side in a corner of the dim dungeon. Fearfully the teary-eyed girl
scrambled to her fleet, her hands in front of her as if somehow they could
shield her from further blows. She backed painfully away from them, her lengthy
ankle chain rattling with each step. Her retreat gave the nefarious brothers a
splendid view of the front of her body, her pouting breasts tipped with dark
tear-drop nipples, her intricate navel, the alluring outline of her love grotto
clearly defined against the white silk, her long slim legs, punctuated front and
back by a fair number of dark streaks. When Peony felt the great barrel
against the backs of her legs she paused.
"I said, 'Over the barrel', you worthless slut! And be quick about it,"
Richard hissed.
Trembling, Peony turned and leaned against its rough, curved surface. She
could feel splinters from the aging wood digging into the softness of her
breasts and thighs. "Embrace it, tightly, now, as if it were your lover, you
disobedient little whore!"
From her new position Peony realized that she was facing a huge mirror that
ran almost the entire length of one wall of the dungeon. A mirror which not
only allowed her to see the delivery of each stroke; it allowed her fraternal
tormentors to savor every grimace of pain on her pretty face, and every
agony-induced contortion of her body.
Just then the great door to the cellar swung open with an ominous creak,
and through it walked Mai-Lee, Richard Chan's ravishingly beautiful #1
concubine. Mai-Lee Tan was the daughter of a beautiful Chinese actress and a
handsome Portuguese sailor, and was blessed with the best physical attributes of
both parents. Taller, at 5'- 7", than most Asian women, and fuller-breasted,
but with the lustrous dark hair, prominent cheek bones, tiny waist, and graceful
carriage of her mother. Her eyes, demi-ovals that were green one moment and
black the next, depending on how the light struck them, showed the influence of
each parent, as did her honey-gold complexion.
Mai-Lee, an erotic vision in a richly embroidered burgundy dressing
gown, stepped inside the dingy dungeon, taking in the scene at a glance. "I was
waiting for you to come to bed, Richard," she purred seductively. "I didn't
realize that you and George had a guest. Oh, Peony!" she exclaimed,
recognizing the girl whose body was draped most alluringly over the rough wooden
cylinder. "It's you. How sad." Mai-Lee's voice dripped with insincerity. "Have
you been difficult again, little one?"
While Mai-Lee's beauty boasted of the best of two worlds, her personality
was comprised of the worst of the two cultures. She had the rudeness of the
teeming urban masses of western China, coupled with the self-centeredness of a
European imperialist. Richard had discovered her at Madame Wong's some months
earlier and had been instantly captivated by her beauty and erotic skill. Within
a week he had summoned her to the Black Pagoda, so that her talents were
available to him around the clock.
"May I watch, Richard? This little tramp has deserved a beating for a long
time."
Mai-Lee had been the top girl at Madame Wong's and she and a small clique
had lorded it over most of the others. They had particularly looked down on
girls like Peony, girls of no background or education. Peony had tried
studiously to avoid Mai-Lee, but had been her bitter enemy since she caused
Mai-Lee to lose face by telling two or three of the girls that one of her
clients had tipped her better than Mai-Lee.
"Be my guest, dear. You don't mind, George?"
"Not at all. You look lovely tonight, Mai-Lee." George's bow and smile
concealed both his dislike for the haughty Mai-Lee and his envy of his brother
for possessing the most beautiful concubine in Peking.
Meanwhile, Richard had moved toward the barrel, over which Peony's
quivering body was draped in a sensuous arc. He had set the leather strap aside,
and now held a thick, oval-shaped paddle tightly in his right hand.
"I'm so sorry," Richard sneered sarcastically. "We've been neglecting you,
Peony, haven't we? You have my apologies."
Richard's 'apology' consisted of pulling her sheer white panties down over
the plump curves of her bottom and then blistering her delightful buttocks with
the paddle.
WHAPPPP!! "Aaieahhh! Please...I will be goo..."
THWICKK! "Aaghhhh!!" The brothers ignored Peony's repeated pleas for
mercy, and continued their energetic flogging of her sweetly curved derriere.
WHAPPPPP!! "AIIIAAHHHH!"
THHHWIICCCKK!! "AAAAAHHHH!!"
Each brother seemed to be trying to outdo his sibling in viciousness, as
they delivering blow after punishing blow to Peony's sweet buttcheeks, each of
which forced her tender young body more deeply into the sharp-splintered embrace
of the drum. Peony's despairing cries became louder and louder with each
well-placed stroke.
Mai-Lee had taken a seat across the room, directly behind Richard, and out
of his view. Her breath quickened as she watched Peony's tempting buttocks jump
with each stroke of the paddle and the cane.
The Chans had given their naked captive another three or four
bottom-burning strokes apiece, when Richard returned to the business matter that
they had been disussing earlier. "About the traitor in our midst -- I have a
plan, George." Richard, said, speaking more softly now, so that Mai-Lee could
not overhear. She understood English surprisingly well, he knew. Richard wiped
the sweat away from his eyes; it had been a while since he had administered so
vigorous a beating. "It seems to me that our enemy must be one of our twelve
lieutenants - only one of them would know enough of our plans to be able to
cause this kind of trouble."
Richard Chan paused to relish the scene before him. Peony's back, buttocks
and legs were bathed in a perspiration born of fear and suffering. He watched
with amusement as one large bead of sweat slid downward from her neck, along the
gentle indentations of her spine, and then nestled in the upper edge of the
tantalizing groove between her rounded asscheeks. Then, taking careful aim he
smacked her bottom soundly, his blow landing with a resounding WHAPPPP!!!
sending that lonely pearl-drop into oblivion.
George's cane followed, as if on hot pursuit, THWICKK! leaving its
scalding signature emblazoned in the rosy wake of the most recent paddle-mark.
"AAAIIIIEE!"
"Are you going to do what you're told next time, bitch?"
"Yes... in the name of heaven... y..."
WHAPP!! CRACKK!! "AHHHHHHH!! The two instruments of torture had fallen
simultaneously, one on each blushing bottom-oval.
Richard Chan approached the shuddering girl and ran his strong hands all
over Peony's reddening asscheeks, delighting in the softness of her skin and the
plucky resilience of her over-heated bottomflesh.
Then he steppeded back and swung the thick paddle again. WHAPPP!!! it
exploded on the rosy summits of her buttocks, causing the muscles in her pretty
buttocks to convulse in pain. The cheeks of her bottom were still vibrating
from that blow when George added another cruel THWICCCKKK!! with his rod.
"Please... no more....please." Peony's pleas were piteous.
George Chan glanced up from Peony's lividly-wealed bottom to note in the
wall-length mirror that the wine-colored robe had fallen away from Mai-Lee's
silken thighs. Her face flushed as she lost herself in an erotic reverie.
In between strokes the brothers Chan reviewed the names of their twelve
lieutenants. Of the dozen, ten seemed beyond reproach, having been with the
Chans for many years. That left two men new to the gang -- Kai Fong and Li
Chang. "Has Tam had any luck with Kai Fong?" Richard asked.
WHAPPP!!! "AAAAHHHH!! Richard Chan's lean arm punished the ripest
curves of Peony's desirable buttocks with yet another paddle-stroke.
"No more ... please... I'll do whatev... "AAIIEEE!!"
THWICKK!! "OOOUUUWH!! The cane followed quickly in its wake.
"I'll do anyth... AAGGGHHH!"
WHAPPP!! The paddle straddled her buttock crease with a punishing blow.
George responded with a vicious TWHICCKK!! to the base of her writhing, rounded
derriere.
Mai-Lee's right hand was buried deep in the folds of the burgundy nightgown
now; she was oblivious to the occasional scrutiny she was receiving from George,
who didn't know which fetching scene to enjoy most - the squirming, flame-red
buttocks of the beauty on the barrel, or the mirror-image of the temptress who
was pleasuring herself across the room.
George Chan considered Richard's question. Tam was a sexy former co-worker
of Peony's who had been promoted to "Internal Security" in the Chan operations.
"So far, Tam says that Kai Fong is the perfect lieutenant -- there has been
nothing suspicious at all."
With those words, George, beside himself with lust, said, "Let's turn the
bitch over; I want to get at those juicy tits!" And the brothers flipped Peony
over on the barrel, this time lashing her wrists to crude pegs that had been
driven into the ends of the great wooden drum. Her naked body curved outwardly
toward them in a provocative posture that offered the entire front of her body
to their sadistic intent. Peony's shapely legs thrashed wildly, but futilely --
there was no escaping the bonds that held her wrists fast to the pegs.
Richard picked up the strap again, and lashed Peony across the front of of
her supple thighs, about a foot above her thrashing knees.
His brother countered by slashing the same sensuous thighs, but higher up,
no more than an inch below her beckoning pussy.
Richard's heartless eyes feasted on the apex of her thighs, while George
lasciviously surveyed Peony's tempting torso; the flat tummy, beautifully
indented by her lower ribs, a navel that positively invited an exploratory
tongue, and her small but deliciously pouting breasts whose mahogany-colored
nipples would have seduced a saint. George Chan could feel his manly organ
swollen into prodigous erection in his trousers. "How about Ming-tsu?" he
managed hoarsely, "Has she had any luck with Li-Chang?"
CRAACKK! Richard scorched an inner thigh. THWICCKK! His brother singed
Peony's lovely abdomen.
George responded, "He seems to be head over heels in love with her. Who
wouldn't be? You'll recall, Richard, that she was my mistress for several
months before I gave her the Li Chang assignment. I assure you that she is
worth every cent we're paying her. I hope Li's probationary period ends soon;
I'm anxious to get her back. I've only been able to be with her once or twice
since she seduced him." George concluded these observations by delivering a
solid THWICKK! across Peony's rib cage, leaving a red mark just below her soft,
quaking plum-sized breasts.
Out of the corner of his eye, George could see Mai-Lee squirming in her
chair. "Fortunately, Fraulein Weiss has spared me the pangs of celibacy these
last weeks," he added with a salacious grin.
Richard unloaded, CRAACK!! leaving a dark weal across Peony's gently
curved pubic mound. And then, again, CRAACKK!! This time the strap found its
way directly to Peony's pussy-lips. Her scream would have roused the dead, had
they not taken the precaution of administering this discipline deep in the
bowels of The Black Pagoda, Richard's fortress-like mansion. George could sense
Mai-Lee's sudden intake of breath.
TWHICKK!! THWICKK!! THWICCKK!! "AAAHH!! "AAAHHH!! "AAAAIIEEEAAHH!!!"
Three times George's awful cane blistered Peony's pert breasts, each stroke
more violent than the last, the third finding her taut, tender nipples. The
beautiful girl from the slums of Shangai thrashed her raven hair wildly from
side to side, and rattled her ankle chain in a frenzy of pain, but there was no
escaping the yard-long instrument of her suffering.
THWICKK!! Another nipple-stinger! "AAIIIII!!"
CRACCKK!!! Richard's strap joined in the assault, scalding the
undersides of both pouting globes.
THWICKK!! George drove the rod deep into her breast-flesh yet again.
Peony felt as if her breasts were aflame.
Richard, excited beyond measure by her frenzied writhing, dealt her another
stinging lash across the pubic mound.
Meanwhile George had picked up the paddle Richard had used on her bottom.
The younger Chan eyed Peony's cane-streaked breasts, the tongue protruding from
the corner of his mouth betraying his sadistic elan. Gripping the paddle,
George drew it back and then he slammed it into the youthful firmness of Peony's
right breast. WHOPPP!!! "UNNNGGGGHH!!"
George, still smiling, gave Peony about fifteen seconds to recover from
that atrocious blow before delivering another just like it, this time a
merciless blow whose force seemed to crush Peony's other love-gourd back into
her chest.
WHOPPPP!!! "UNGGGGGHHHH!!!"
But only for a moment -- Peony's breasts had the luscious resilience of
youth and sprang back, even more appetizingly than before.
"Nicely done, George, nicely done! This is my plan - we will tell Li Chang,
and only Li Chang, of an operation to be conducted at a certain residence, in
his quarter of the city. But we will not conduct the operation; instead our men
will just watch to see if anyone alerts our opposition. If the opposition
materializes we will know Li Chang is the traitor. If not, we will try the same
ruse on Kai Fong in a couple of weeks."
George nodded, "Yes; we can tell him that we are going to burn the shop of
someone who refuses to pay "protection" to the Black Scorpions. Then we watch
the building, and if it appears to be guarded, we will have our man. Has
Ming-tsu had any success learning about Li Chang's background? He seems to be a
mystery man?"
"Not yet, but she has been softening him up for months - she should be
close by now. I'll let her know that time is running short."
Mai-Lee interjected, "Richard, come upstairs now; there is something I
must discuss with you. She was standing now, flushed, her panting breasts
swelling the maroon silk with each irregular breath.
Richard eyed his obviously aroused mistress and thought that he must invite
her down to the dungeon more often. "Yes, Mai-Lee. I believe that George will
be able to finish up here?" he eyed his brother questioningly.
George had untied the wrists of their pitiable prisoner yet again, and
placed her kneeling, still chained by a chafed ankle, on a low divan, facing
its back.
"I believe so, yes, brother," George smiled. "I enjoyed our evening
together. Who was the fool who said that one should never mix business with
pleasure?"
"Confucius said, 'That when not in office, discuss not policy', George,"
Richard observed. And then he added, as his thin-slitted eyes raked Peony's
tortured nakedness. "But the Master probably never had a second office like
this." He gestured at the dark chamber. "Nor an amanuensis like our little
Peony."
As Richard Chan's silver robes disappeared in the wake of Mai-Lee , George
walked around to face the tear-streaked girl. Knowing what was expected of her,
Peony's hand went to his waistband, freed his erect penis, and her mouth
descended to its degrading task.
"Get it nice and wet, you little whore; I can assure you that you'll be
glad you did!"
George's strong hands tightened their grip on her long black hair, forcing
her pretty head forward, so that Peony's ripe lips and agile tongue could wrap
themselves slavishly around his engorged cock. George made a mental note to
bring Peony back for further encounters.
George Chan enjoyed the pretty sight of Peony's cheeks flattening out and
then puffing up again, as she frantically sucked at his rock-hard manhood,
hoping to forestall further suffering. Her desperate tongueing and licking sent
wave after wave of pleasure through him; but even as he sank deeper into the
throes of lust he speculated as to how tight this cock-sucking little whore's
rectum would be; would it, he wondered, welcome his thick prick with half the
enthusiasm of her talented mouth?
It had better, he thought grimly.
Or her flogging earlier would prove to be merely a foretaste of even
sterner measures...
And with that happy thought George surrendered himself to the sensual
ecstasy of Peony's servile oral caresses.
What a lovely aperitif she was to the banquet of debauchery that he had
planned for Erika Weiss later that evening...
