Chapter 20 The Suffering Centerpiece
George Chan terminated his remembrance of the banquet then for a moment,
rose from his desk and crossed the few steps toward the golden curtain at the
back of the den. He stepped through it as though seeing the polished post to
which he had bound Erika might somehow rekindle his memory of the beautiful
missionary's daughter. The eyes, so reminiscent of a clear mountain lake, the
blonde hair a golden storm across her shoulders, the lovely peaches-and-cream
complexion, burned a darker gold by her enforced sunbathing at the hands of
Ming-tsu. Her face - young and innocent and fresh; and her body -- the glorious
breasts, the tight, flat stomach, the oh-so-whippable rounded buttocks, and the
long lithe thighs.
But there was nothing in the room but the gleaming obsidian cylinder and
fading memories of his blonde captive. Absent-mindedly, George noticed that the
rear door, through which Chiang had apparently made his exit, was slightly ajar.
George returned to his desk disconsolate, edged his abacus aside and picked up a
ruler that he had used to draw lines beneath certain columns in his ledger. He
slammed the ruler down on the soft binding of the ledger. "If she is alive, I
want her back," he vowed to himself, as he let his thoughts drift back to the
night of the banquet...
He remembered how the light from the candelabra had made General Wang's
bald scalp shine with an unpleasant radiance. The tyrannical warlord had leaned
forward slightly. "Kneel forward, girl!"
Erika had been resting back on her haunches. Her arms, tied behind her
with the silken veils she had worn, were beginning to ache a little.
Apprehensively, she leaned forward so that she knelt in the center of her
circular platform.
"SMACKK! Without warning the general's right arm had moved in a quick arc,
and his open hand had slammed into the fullness of her left breast.
The "Oowwww!" was still on Erika's lips when the palm of his powerful left
arm exploded against the outer curve of her right breast. SMACKK! "Oowwwww!!!"
Erika murmured in pain once again.
Good tits, the General thought to himself. Solid. Firm.
Smiling cruelly, the general reached forward and turned the carousel to
his right. Hsi Fong, after glancing at his old comrade for his prior approval,
and getting it, repeated the general's actions, smacking each of Erika's proud
tit-globes with relish. Each time the girl cried out softly in pain.
Fong then turned the carousel so that the big-breasted blond faced the
cadaverous Sang Chu-ming. The councillor with the wilting beard ogled the
lovely naked body before him, so alluringly bathed in the descending light of
the candelabra. Sang admired Erika's jutting pink-nippled breasts for a long
moment before moving his attenuated right arm across his body and then sweeping
it back swiftly, backhanding the inner contours of Erika's left breast with a
frightening SMACKK!
"Aaahhh!" Erika groaned; the emaciated politico's hand was almost skinless,
and the hard bones of his knuckles sank deep into tender breast-flesh. His left
arm began to slide across his body as if to repeat the motion, but the fear of
his flinty knuckles caused Erika to pull away and scuttle back slightly.
"Eh?" Sang had growled, his displeasure at Erika's 'cowardice' all too
obvious. He had looked up at George Chan angrily.
George, anxious to please his guests in every particular, had studied
Erika's position on the carousel for a moment. After some thought, he had
picked up one of her discarded veils and clambered up on a chair so that he
stood above her. Then he had taken her long blonde mane in one hand and
fashioned it into an improvised pony tail. He wrapped the veil tightly around
her hair, knotted it, and then tied the other end of the veil to the chandelier
above her.
"That," George had added with a bow to his six guests," as he stepped down,
"should prevent her from avoiding your... caresses," he said with his familiar
beaming smile.
Sang bowed in return and then, with a sadistic leer, gave Erika's
shuddering ripe breast another ferocious backhanded bash, with a strength
surprising for such a slender man.
"Aaahh!" Erika moaned softly. And then she cried out again, louder,
"Aaaah!" Her second cry took the thin smuggling czar and the others by
surprise, until they realized what had happened. The force of his blow had
caused her body to jerk slightly. That movement had caused her golden hair to
pull at the veil-cord which bound her hair to the over-hanging candalabra. The
candelabra had swayed slightly, and one of the candles had spilled a hot bead of
ivory wax down onto her left shoulder.
"Very ingenious, Mr. Chan," General Wang mumbled approvingly, as Sang
rotated the carousel so that Erika was positioned in front of the corpulent
Commissioner of Corrupt Practices. Lu Chow was so short that he had to bump
against the table to reach high enough to bat Erika's luscious breasts. The
bump to the table caused fresh drops of hot wax to fall; one kissed the small of
her back, while another imbedded itself into the soft flesh of her calf.
Lu Chow, reached up and swung clumsily at Erika's pleasure globes,
slapping her sharply across the lower curve of her left breast. Because of his
awkward stance, however, his blow lacked the crispness of the others; even the
little man's hands were oily, Erika realized with some disgust as he smacked her
reddening left breast yet again, leaving it damp with his perspiration.
Then it was the turn of the aged Dr Wang. "Show her that you're not as
feeble as you look, uncle" the General encouraged, but the old man's blows were
rather pathetic, his wrinkled hands glancing rather harmlessly off of Erika's
sumptuous globes despite his best efforts.
Despite herself, Erika could not refrain from giving the white-bearded old
man a rather contemptuous, "Is that all you've got?" glance.
It was a glance that she would later come to regret.
Realizing Dr Wang's frailty, Cheng reached out and pulled the carousel and
its beautifully bound cargo towards himself. The young adjutant removed his
glasses, polished them on the sleeve of his wine-colored robe, and then replaced
them on his nose. Thus it was through fresh, clear glass that he gazed
admiringly at the golden-fringed pussy lips that protruded slightly as Erika
knelt upright before him. Cheng contemplated the bliss that beckoned. Would
he able to ravish that womanhood tonight, he wondered to himself. To plunge his
throbbing manhood deep into that velvety cleft, again and again and again? He
felt his testicles tighten with illicit pleasure at the very thought, but feared
to reach out and touch her intimate pleasure-nook without leave from the
General.
He noted that the thin silken "rope" that cinched her upper arms together
behind her dug suprisingly deeply into her flesh; the way each wrist was bound
to its opposing elbow seemed also to because her considerable discomfort.
Cheng's eyes explored the pleasant vista of Erika's tanned torso, gleaming with
perspiration under the hot light of the candolier, as he had come to think of
it. Again he sensed the plaintive look in the eyes of his encircled captive;
but he not could bring it upon himself to meet her gaze. On the contrary, he
felt even more strongly the questioning stare of his superior, the glowering
General Wang. He was sure that the autocratic General was testing his manhood.
He straightened his shoulders into what he imagined to be a more military
bearing as he considered the effect of Erika's silken bondage. Not only were
her arms pinned painfully high on her back, but that very posture forced her
sumptuous lust-globes into even more inviting prominence. Still avoiding her
eyes, he surveyed those succulent suntanned breasts as if he were a ravenous
wolf and they were thick juicy strips of beef from hand-fed cattle. Erika's
nipples, perched amid a lovely pair of coral roseates, were semi-tumescent,
perky, but not fully aroused. But her pleasure mounds, blushingly rose-hued
from the punishment they had absorbed, were the stuff of young male fantasies.
And gently quivering targets for young male lusts.
Gritting his teeth, determined not to disappoint his commanding officer's
expectations, he gave the outer slope of Erika's right breast a violent slap
with his open left hand.
SMACKK! the blow resounded against her flesh. A semi-stifled "Unngghh!"
escaped Erika's soft, rounded lips.
Cheng sensed that the general had nodded approvingly to his old
comrade-in-arms, Fong. Encouraged by this, and liking the spreading vermilion
imprint his hand had left on her breast, he nodded with satisfaction and then he
cracked the ravishing blonde sharply across the other breast, with even greater
force, causing her to jerk back in pain once again. That involuntary movement
brought fresh droplets of scalding wax from the candelabra down onto each of her
long, luscious thighs.
General Wang nodded approvingly, and Cheng felt pleased that he had earned
the General's approbation. He reached forward and spun the wheel so that Erika
was once more facing the cruel general.
"So, Miss Weiss," the general bowed mockingly, "Are you enjoying the social
whirl here in Shanghai?" His cronies laughed at his joke, none more loudly than
the obsequious Lu Chow.
"I think we should show her around some more, general! We'll show her the
ropes! Ha-ha!"
"Yes your excellency," agreed the gaunt Sang Chu-ming. "I wouldn't mind
jousting with those big tits again!"
Erika said nothing, her eyes cast downward, praying for her nightmare to
end. Angered by her silence, the General gave the resilient flesh of her left
breast another stinging slap.
"Aaghhh!'
"I asked you a question, Miss Weiss," the General sneered. "Are you
enjoying our little gathering? Surely every woman enjoys being the center of
attention? You are the cynosure of all eyes, here. You should be honored."
"I...I...
SMACCKK!! The dark-browed general delivered another stinging blow to her
swollen globes. "Speak up!"
"Ja...ja..."
SMACKK!!! "Aaahhhh!"
"You don't appear to be enjoying our company, slut. Why aren't your
nipples hard?"
"I- I don't ...
"Perhaps you are in need of some assistance, yes? Stick your tits out!"
Hsi Fong's emerald-green sleeve gave Sang Chu-ming a gentle elbow nudge as
if to say -- this promises to be good! He had seen the general work on defiant
bitches before.
"B-but..."
SMAACK!! The cruel general backhanded her right breast with yet another
punishing blow. "I said stick them out!"
The recent blows had brought a fresh sprinkling of hot wax down with each
recoil of her responsive young body. Erika, held erect in her kneeling position
by the veil-cord wrapped around her blonde hair, did her best to thrust her
chest out, in hopes of appeasing her tormentor.
With a lascivious leer, General Wang extended his black robed-hands to
seize Erika's pink-nippled breasts. "Your nipples are still not hard, you
blue-eyed barbarian slut."
Erika looked at him with disbelief. She had heard that the Chinese (and
the Japanese) looked on the Europeans as uncultured barbarians. But she never
dreamed that someone would use that designation toward her, the orphaned
daughter of a respected Lutheran missionary. She looked around at the seven
predators (counting George Chan) who hovered over her like sinister birds of
prey. She desperately wanted to scream, "It is not I who am the barbarian,
here!" to assert the identity, the human dignity that her tormentors were trying
so skillfully trying to crush; but, fortunately for her, she managed to suppress
the urge to do so.
The general's coarse hands squeezed her proudly proffered breasts roughly,
while his sturdy thumbnails scraped at their delicious coral buds. "My
associates and I have gone to great pains," the general smiled sardonically, "to
minister to your lovely breasts. To stimulate them." Four throaty male
chuckles and a high-pitched giggle from Lu Chow attended this remark. "I take
this as a sign of your disrespect for the Emperor's envoys."
"No...it is not that. It is just that...
"Silence! You dare to interrupt me! Did I give you leave to speak?"
"But you just ... Aaahhh!!"
Erika felt the general's long, powerful fingers seize her lust-melons in a
vise-like grip. Meanwhile his rugged thumbnails raked her sensitive nipples.
"Before ... you said that I..."
"Do you dare to defy me, girl?"
"Oohhh!... Gott...not so hard... bitte... .. Oooohhh!! ... please....
Anhh!... Why must you... Annhhhh!... do this ... to me." Erika's voice died
away to a soft murmur.
The general's sinister black eyes were as bright with lust as his fingers
were strong and tireless. This girl's breasts were not only temptingly firm and
resilient to his touch, but also deliciously sensitive to pain. A most
gratifying combination, indeed.
"Silence! Answer my question, if you please" The manual vise tightened
even more.
"DO.... Unhh!.... YOU.... Unnhhh!! DARE ....Nghhh! ... TO
Uuahhh!!...DEFY....Aauagh!!... ME???" The general spat out the words in a
staccato rhythm, intensifying his grip with each syllable. Each intensification
bringing a new groan of pain.
"AAAHHHH!! ... Oh...God....have mercy ...you're hurting m... "AAAHHH!!!
"That is because I mean to hurt you, girl. I mean to punish you for your
insolence. There is no place I would rather be at his minute. And no one I
would rather be with. Does that not please you?" The talons tightened again on
Erika's young breast-flesh.
"AHHHH!!" And then, biting her lip to keep from crying out again, Erika
choked back her tears of pain and shook her head, "N-no. "AHHHH!.. I mean
yes... yes...yes...please, no more."
The general relaxed his grip as Erika's shoulders heaved with suppressed
pain, causing her breasts to oscillate gently before him. Streams of sweat were
pouring down her face, and neck and trickling down onto her tender breasts.
After an all-too-brief reprieve, the general's hands were back on Erika's
juicy love-melons, but this time he directed his attention to her nipples.The
general's thumbs were skillful; he slapped away the swelling droplets of sweat
that hung from the lovely breast pellets, and then set to work.
In a few moments, despite her suffering, Erika could feel her sensitive
lust-buds responding to his rough handling. Glancing quickly right and left she
noticed that the dark eyes of Councillor Fong, and the bespectacled eyes of
young adjutant Cheng were boring into her twin treasures. Every few seconds the
General's nails scraped sharply at her tender nubbins; she could feel her ripe
buttocks clench involuntarily each time he did so, and was sure that the eyes of
the men behind her were enjoying that tempting reaction.
After another minute or so of the general's energetic manhandling, Erika's
nipples were thrusting shamelessly outward from her mouthwatering breasts in
tantalizingly taut invitation.
"Much better, fraulein, much better," the general sneeringly complimented
her. "This is how a beautiful young woman should comport herself before the
Emperor or the members of his court. But now let us see if you can maintain
your attitude of respect. You are to tour the table again; when you have
completed your little journey, I will expect your nipples to be as delightfully
erect as they are at this moment. Do you understand?" the general asked in a
portentous voice.
"B-b-but...
"No buts, fraulein. You will keep these little pebbles," the general
continued, as he gave the blonde's pink lust buds, a final cruel twist, "as hard
as they are at this moment until you return to me to face me again." Wang's
talons dug in to her tasty nuggets again, allowing him to savor one last
tortured gasp of pain before concluding.
"Or I may be forced to take sterner measures."
