Chapter 21 The Orgy of Pain Continues
To Erika's relief the tyrannical general finally released her distended
nipples. But her short-lived respite was to prove fleeting indeed. A moment
later General Wang's dark-sleeved right arm shot out and delivered another
thunderous slap to Erika's shuddering left breast, causing the big mound to
bobble enticingly on her chest before coming to rest. Only to be greeted by a
punishing backhand from the other side.
"AAAGHHH! AAAAAGHHH!!" Erika's cries followed quickly one upon the other
in response to the general's one-two. "Mein Gott," she prayed under her breath,
"help me to survive this."
Wang turned the carousel quickly to his right then, and as Erika tried to
concentrate on keeping her swollen nipples in the desired state of excitation,
she noticed that the emerald-clad Hsi Fong was adjusting the signet ring that
she had noticed before. He turned the glittering symbol of office around so
that it protruded from the palmate side of his right hand. Then,with a cruel
grin, he launched that same right hand toward the inner curve of her right
breast. A split-second later Erika felt the rough edges of the ring gouging
deeply into her tender breast-flesh.
"Oooouuwwww!!" It was easily the worst blow yet, far worse even than the
powerful left that spanked the outer curve of that same suffering globe a moment
or two later.
The Commissioner of Seals then passed her over to the man on his right, the
droopy-bearded Sang Chu-ming, whose two snapping backhands branded Erika's
tortured breasts with fresh imprints of his hard metacarpal knuckles. The solid
impact of his blows caused her body to jerk yet again in her bondage; and the
jolt brought fresh drops of molten wax down from on high. For the first time
she felt the hot kiss of the semi-solid tallow dripping down the upper slopes of
her growing rosier-by-the minute pleasure globes.
Erika's breasts were aflame with pain when she was spun before the fat
little man in the cobalt blue robe. Desperately she willed her taut nipples to
continue to stand at attention, fearful of what fate might befall her should the
horrible General Wang find her guilty of disobedience.
Lu Chow, his forehead dripping with sweat, the folds of his fat face and
multiple chins even uglier now that his face was contorted with lust, reached
up and swatted at Erika's left breast with a sweaty palm. But, because of his
height and girth, his swing resulted in only a glancing blow to her breast,
making contact just below her straining right nipple.
Lu, frustrated, took a long swallow from a glass of port that had he had
just re-filled, and then the tipsy councillor tried to edge closer, to obtain
better access to Erika's swollen breasts. But as he reached up to spank the
roundness of her tit-globes, his huge blue-garbed potbelly bumped awkwardly
against the table, causing him to lose his balance, and fall, arms flailing, to
the floor, where he landed heavily.
Fortunately for Lu Chow his dignity was hurt more than his body, especially
when his glass of port, which had teetered for a moment, fell on his chest,
splashing half of its dark red contents onto his face and neck.
By now, his five colleagues were laughing at the comical plight of their
colleague, and George Chan had turned away trying to suppress his own laughter,
fearful of angering the councillor.
Even Erika, in the midst of her own miserable plight, could not help but
look down a bit gleefully at the heavy little man who was trying to climb to his
feet, grateful that someone was sharing her misery.
She watched as the fat Chinaman regained his feet, and used a red linen
napkin -- embroidered with a miniscule black scorion -- to wipe the wine from
his face; but he could not so easily erase the scarlet blush of humiliation.
Naturally, the cowardly sycophant could not direct his fury at General Wang and
the others who had laughed at him. It took only a moment for Erika to realize
that she and she alone would bear the brunt of his wrath.
Fuming and cursing like a lascar, Lu Chow looked wildly around him. He
stalked angrily toward the sideboard, where his eyes seized upon a pair of
long-handled metal serving spoons -- one of dark, highly-polished palmyra - the
hardest of the Asian palms - and the other of British sterling. Erika watched
with growing trepidation as the fat commissioner grabbed an over-sized spoon in
each hand and waddled back toward the table, his tiny swinish eyes black with
rage.
He set the silver spoon down and twirled the wooden one in his hand. "My
arm is longer now, blue-eyed cunt. Let's see how funny you find this!" With a
violent motion, Lu Chow splashed the remaining contents of his wine glass across
Erika's vividly rose-tinted breasts, taking satisfaction in the way the sweet
dessert wine drenched her jutting melons. Then the angry little man drew a bead
on a ruby-red droplet that clung to the puckering nipple capping Erika's
luscious left breast, and he hammered it with the underside of the long-handled
spoon.
WHAPPP!! "AAAAGHHHH!!"
At this moment the ancient Dr Wang rose from his chair and raised a
trembling right arm indicating that he wished to speak. A hush and a momentary
sobriety enveloped the table as his fellow guests, judging from his serene
manner, waited for him to offer some words of wisdom. The aged doctor slowly
looked from one councillor to the next, making sure that he had each man's
attention. Only when every eye was upon him did he issue his sage
pronouncement. "Confucius teaches," he began in a solemn voice, "that woman
with bare breasts should never mock man with wooden spoon."
The stillness of the room was shattered by the uproarious laughter of the
half-drunken revelers. Cheng, the least experienced drinker, fell back in his
seat, convulsed with laughter. Even the stern countenance of the general broke
into a lascivious grin. "Well said, Uncle," General Wang congratulated him.
Lu Chow interrupted the merriment by asking, "Who's laughing now, slut?"
And the mirth came to an abrubt halt when Lu's improvised wooden weapon exploded
against the center of Erika's other breast with a tremendous WHAPPP!!,
splattering the wine that had coated her succulent mounds all over her chest.
This blow, too, like the one before it, brought fresh drops of scalding wax down
on the sweat-sheened body of the stunning blonde.
Lu Chow turned the carousel toward the old man, who looked into Erika's
face. "When I last struck you, you derided the weakness of my limbs; perhaps
this will teach you not to taunt your elders." Doctor Wang's eyes, which only a
moment ago had seemed filled with the wisdom of the ages, were now thinning orbs
masked by a transparent veil of cruelty.
He reached toward Erika, and as he did so, she once again noticed his very
long fingernails, an affectation of some men of his generation. Only now did
she realize that the outer edge of the nails of his index fingers had been filed
to a sharp edge. A moment later she felt the old man's hands on her opulent
breastfruits, gripping them weakly with his waning strength, and then sliding
down the firm flesh, his nails scoring a razor-thin cut down the outer contour
of each swollen tit-globe, as easily as one might slice the skin of a firm, ripe
peach.
"Mmmmmmh!" Erika grimaced as she looked down to see the twin lacerations
separate and tiny pearls of scarlet start to form around the edges. Through her
pain she still remembered the general's admonition to keep her nipples erect and
she tried desperately to will her tempting buds to remain as engorged and ardent
as they had been when she had last faced him.
His work completed, Dr Wang nodded to young Cheng, and the young aide rose
to his feet again and pulled the carousel around toward himself.
"If the honorable Doctor Wang would be so good as to hand me the silver
spoon?" Cheng bowed respectfully.
The white-bearded old gentleman returned his bow, and added, "Use it well,
young man," and handed him the silver spoon that Lu Chow had retrieved. Unlike
the wooden spoon, the silver ladle had a number of oval slits, to allow liquid
to strain through. Cheng removed his thick glasses, cleaned them and replaced
them, the better to study the pair of well-spanked, wine-splattered,
thin-gashed, stiff-nippled breasts that moved up and down so enticingly with
Erika's agitated breathing.
Erika's tear-filled blue eyes pleaded with him not to do it, but he could
also feel the general's expectant scrutiny. "N-n-no...please....Gott..."
But her entreaties were to no avail. Cheng's strong right arm drew the
gleaming spoon back and then his arm cannoned forward, whipping the back of the
shallow-bowled implement squarely into each of her majestic breasts in turn,
pounding her impudent nipples deep into her breastflesh.
With a satisfied grin, Cheng spun her toward his waiting superior.
"I am disappointed in you, fraulein," the general sneered. "You were
admonished to keep your nipples erect out of respect for our noble emperor."
Erika looked down with chagrin. Cheng's brutal blows had taken their toll
-- her love-buds had only partly recovered their lusty erection.
"I tried..." Erika sobbed. "Bitte... no more... God knows I..."
SMACKK!! "AAUGHH!!!" The General slapped her pain-wracked breasts again.
"I demand obedience, woman. Not excuses. It seems that we shall have to
continue," the general went on. "Mr. Chan," he had bowed toward George. "What
do you suggest?"
