Chapter 30 Tender Breasts and The Mark of the Scorpion
Chapter 30 Tender Breasts and The Mark of the Scorpion
The back of Liu's fragile shift was by now in tatters, but the front of the
short gown was still intact. At Ming-tsu's gesture, Feng elevated Liu's
graceful arms once again, refastening them to the overhead hook.
And then Feng reached for a weapon, but Ming-tsu forestalled him. "No, let
me." Feng snarled under his breath - 'Who was she to take the whip from his
hands?' He had yet to meet the woman who could long endure one of his savage
tit-floggings, and he was sure that the daughter of Wen-chi would prove to be no
exception. He'd been waiting for an hour for the indescribable pleasure of
attacking those firm young mounds with their tempting, uptilted nipples -- was
he to be disappointed?
The grisly villain glared at Ming-tsu out of the corner of his eye. He
wouldn't mind having a go at her some time, either; 'She could do with a taste
of the whip, herself,' Feng thought sourly to himself as he ogled Ming-tsu's
superb breasts as they pressed boldly against the v-necked tunic she wore. His
already swollen cock throbbed with a fresh gust of pleasure at the thought of
using a whip -- perhaps his gravel-tipped cat-o'nine-tails? - on the
raven-haired concubine's mouth-watering pleasure-melons.
Oblivious to the torture-master's sentiments, Ming-tsu selected a rather
feminine-looking but sinister whip that was formed from six stout leather tails
that met at a phallus-shaped ivory handle. Each leather strip was about a foot
long, and ended in a tightly wound little knot.
Ming-tsu cracked the fiendish whip down across the side of the tiger twice,
just to give Liu a sense of the impact that it would have on her poor flesh.
Then she asked again, "Where is the traitor, little one?"
But Liu, her breathing labored, still shook her head. "Please... no
more... I cannot tell you. Aaaaahhhh!!"
Ming-tsu had slashed the leather tails across Liu's stomach, splitting the
fabric of the now virtually backless shift. Slowly walking around the Tiger,
she attacked each of Liu's extended arms, flogging them front and back. She
continued by sending the fierce knots hurtling into the sensitive area under
Liu's outstretched arms. A pair of sharp strokes crashed into the collarbone
area, bruising Liu's soft shoulders. Those blows, too, shredded the shift where
they landed; by now only a tiny strap of cloth on each shoulder kept what was
left of the shift in place.
Feng, hard-cocked with sadistic lust, watched with some impatience; if it
was up to him, he would have had the girl's tits aflame by now. But he was
pleased to see that Ming-tsu finally seemed to be eyeing Liu's modestly-sized,
but perfectly-shaped orbs.
And indeed she was. Ming-tsu let the dangling leather strips play over
Liu's firm, barely-covered breast tops. Then she took the tip of the whip-stock
and rubbed it back and forth across the silk-covered peaks of her prisoner's
breasts. Soon, the cock-shaped whip handle had teased Liu's perky nipples until
they were once again pointing sharply into the fabric.
"Very pretty, I must say; I can see why Li Chang spoke highly of you.
Still, she reacts like the shameless slut she is, does she not, Feng?"
"Please ... do not touch me with that ... that thing," Liu begged as Feng
chuckled obscenely.
"You'll be touched with harder cocks than that, if you don't speak up,
girl!" Feng growled, his own manhood throbbing with desire. From his station
across the gloomy underground room, Liu could hear Gaptooth's coarse laugh of
derision.
Ming-tsu continued to let the evil whip-thongs curl lasciviously around the
curves of Liu's breasts. "So firm, yet so very, very sensitive...it is such a
shame that you continue to play this foolish game, little one."
Despite the torments she had already suffered, despite her whip-ravaged
back, her well-strapped thighs and her burning crotch, Liu could hardly bring
herself to believe that even these fiends could be so wicked as to wish to
inflict pain on a woman's treasures; how could she possibly bear the bite of the
whip-knots on her tender breasts?
"Please ....no ... by all that's holy ... not there ...."
"There is time yet for mercy, little bird....you have only to tell me where
the cowardly traitor is hiding."
Liu merely choked back a sob and said nothing.
"Fool!" The black-clad dominatrix stepped back, stood on Liu's right, drew
a bead on her target, and slashed the leather knots squarely into Liu's thinly
veiled right breast.
"Aaaaaiiiiiaahhhh!!"
"He is a coward, you know. To leave you and the old man to our tender
mercies. Speak, girl!"
"I...cannot..."
Taking a step closer, Ming-tsu whipped the tough little knots into the ripe
firmness of Liu's other breast.
"Aaaaurggghhhh!!"
Each of the last two strokes had torn fresh holes in Liu's flimsy white
nightgown; Feng watched, his jaw tight with lust, as Liu's tasty brown
nipple-crests peaked through the tattered shift, dancing attractively in the
flickering gloom of the dungeon as Liu's upper body writhed in agony.
But Ming-tsu left those delicious lust-nuggets alone for the moment. With
Liu's arms raised high overhead, every square inch of her breasts was vulnerable
to attack. Ming-tsu elected to proceed by uppercutting the soft, smooth
honey-gold underslopes of Liu's pleasure-mounds with a series of incisive
lashes. Five, six, seven times the brown knots burned into the tender flesh,
each cruel stroke accompanied by an ever-louder murmur of anguish.
It was at that dark dismal moment that Liu inhaled her first whiff of the
acrid smoke that rose from the infernal device that Dao was tending in the far
corner of the dungeon. Her petite, all-but naked body was convulsed by a long
shudder of unspeakable terror.
Then Ming-tsu dragged a rudimentary footstool across the dark stone floor,
placed it close to the right side of the Tiger and climbed atop it. From this
advantageous angle, the ravishing raven-haired beauty lifted the terrible
whip-thongs high in the air and brought the horrific leather strips whizzing
down onto the sweat-bathed upper slopes of Liu's defenseless breasts. The
third awful blow from this vantage point finally demolished what was left of the
top of the pale shift and the tattered scraps of cloth fell to her waist,
revealing, at last, all of Liu's delicious upper body. Feng's thick tongue slid
hungrily around his lips as he admired the way Liu's sensitive brown breast-buds
surged upwards from her tasty roseates. Four more swift, stinging strokes
rocketing downward from the rafters completed Ming-tsu's assault on the upslopes
of her helpless victim's succulent breasts.
Lifting the skirt of the shift with one hand, Ming-tsu jammed the cruel
weapon between Liu's legs. Ming-tsu sneered mockingly at Liu as her victim
tried to shrink backward from the grotesque phallic whip-stock, whose veinous
tip seemed to explore her velvety grotto as Ming-tsu screwed the whip handle
into her love nest. When the whip-stock was securely lodged deep within Liu's
virginal slit, Ming-tsu's elegant, scarlet-tipped fingers reached for Liu's
nearer breast. She drew a graceful circlet around one areola with a fingernail,
intrigued by the way her touch seemed to make Liu's sensitive breast tips pulse
and quiver in the dim light of the dungeon.
"Your breasts are very lovely, Liu," Ming-tsu spoke with grudging
admiration, as she stroked the lovely dark-tipped plums with feather-like
caresses. "Why do you force me to hurt them, when I might make love to them
instead," she asked in a soothing voice, as her touch grew more and more
sensual.
Despite herself, Liu could feel her breasts, which had never been touched
by hands other than her own, reacting shamelessly to Ming-tsu's sensual
caresses. The exotic black-clad temptress lowered her moist lips to one of
Liu's pleasure-fruits, kissing, licking, nibbling the tasty globe, before
concentrating on Liu's perfect chocolate-chip nipple, tonguing it to a surging
erection the likes of which Liu had never experienced.
As Ming-tsu nursed on the delicious nubbin she gestured silently with her
brown, almond-shaped eyes for Feng to join her, and the burly executioner bent
to the delightful task. But whereas Ming-tsu had artfully teased Liu's right
nipple with her moist lips and bright teeth, Feng's vulpine fangs closed on the
firm but tender flesh of Liu's other breast. He was able to take most of her
perfect breast between his powerful jaws and he closed them on her breast flesh
for a long second as Liu's cries for mercy resounded through the crypt-like
dakness of the dungeon.
When Feng released her love-globe his teeth had left two arc-like
impressions in her breast, one above and one below the lovely aureole which
served as a halo for her plucky nipple. Feng admired the painful indentations
he had left for a moment before lowering his shaven head to her breast again,
this time trapping Liu's blood-engorged nipple between his teeth and worrying it
like a dog would the neck of a rabbit.
Ming-tsu stepped back then, as the delicious crest she had mouthed quivered
gently in the torchlight, and watched as Feng ground his teeth on Liu's
saliva-moist love-bud.
"Yin and yang, little one, yin and yang," said Ming-tsu enigmatically,
recalling the carnal pleasures she and Li had enjoyed at the expense of the
voluptuous Mila so many months ago.
After Ming-tsu signalled to him to back away, Feng watched with sadistic
interest as Ming-tsu took a long piece of string and, after forming a tiny loop
at one end, slipped the loop around the base of each of Liu's fully aroused
nipple-crests. Then she pulled the loops tight around the pleasure-tips and then
jerked on the strings, stretching the nipples out, and then tying the ends of
the strings to a pair of slender but sturdy vertical stanchions that had sprung
upward from the Tiger's shoulders after she had pushed a hidden lever. She was
careful to wind the string around and around the stanchions until the slender
cords that tugged at Liu's vulnerable nipples were as taut as bowstrings.
Once Liu's lovely breasts and excited nipples were both distended and
extended to their fullest, Ming-tsu strode over toward the wall of weaponry,
looking for an instrument that she had seen earlier in the evening. "Ah! Here
it is!" she exclaimed as she took down a slender, extremely flexible cane,
fashioned from the famous hardwood of the Malacca Islands. Returning to the
Tiger's lair, she whistled it once or twice harmlessly through the air before
sweeping it down across both of Liu's vulnerable breasts with a terrible
THWICKK!! Liu moaned in despair, biting her lip at this new pain, one that
matched or exceeded all of the other agonies that she had experienced this
night.
Thus began a pitiless assault on Liu's taut breast-plums, each stroke
exacerbating the terrible pain left by the last. With every agonizing blow,
Liu's ability to stifle her cries of pain, (and thereby minimize the grief of
her grandfather) eroded a little more.
After the first stroke had etched its fierce bite into Liu's burning
bosoms, Ming-tsu alternated between the two. She first kissed the point of
Liu's right breast with a burning TWHICKK! And then she walked around the tiger
so that she would have a better angle at its twin. She let the hellish cane rest
lightly across the tight loop that encircled that nubbin. "See how it trembles,
Feng." 'As well it might!' she thought to herself, before lifting the cane
several inches above Liu's shuddering love-globe, and bringing it savagely down
onto the incarcerated nipple.
"Aiieeeaaaahhh!!!
Then Ming-tsu walked back to the other side of the tiger, and attacked that
stiff-nippled breast with a compact horizontal stroke, just below the strings
that pulled the breast out. Back and forth she strode, improvising a slightly
fresh angle of attack with each horrible, lacerating THWICKK!!
After about fifteen incisive blows, Feng the Butcher, though still angry
that he had, for the moment, been cheated of his prey, could not help but
admire both Ming-tsu's cruelty and her technique.
Occasionally, in between the dreadful cane strokes, Liu glanced at the
clock, praying that it would move faster. It was just past 11:30, now. Only
another half hour to go.
Throughout this appalling ordeal Wen-chi, during his intermittent moments
of consciousness, had been sharing Liu's anguish. Bound and gagged, he could
only watch through weak eyes and listen with failing ears as these two monsters
tortured his best beloved. He would gladly have given every cent of his wealth
to spare her this suffering. Surely, he had thought at first, they would
recognize that she knew nothing and let them go. No one could stand up to such
dreadful torture for long, especially a girl who had lived a life of pleasant
ease.
As his head cleared, something in Liu's demeanor gave the wise old man the
sense that she did, in fact, have some knowledge of Li's whereabouts. She wasn't
begging for mercy in the way that she might have, if she had in fact known
nothing. He also noticed that she kept sneaking furtive glances at the large
wall clock, whose great hands he could barely make out.
As he mused about the meaning of this, Wen-chi's glance returned time and
again to the clock as well, as the aging scholar tried to decipher the
mysterious significance of Liu's interest in the great time-piece.
Meanwhile Ming-tsu, too, had noticed that her prisoners seemed oddly
preoccupied with the time of day. At first she had thought nothing of it, but,
when, just as she delivered the eighteenth visitation of the bitterly biting
cane to Liu's taut, tender love-globes, she detected the old man peering at the
clock for the third time, the light finally dawned.
Ming-tsu reproached herself for her slowness in discerning the significance
of the clock-watching, and took out her anger on Liu's tempting, tortured
breasts as she whistled a nineteenth and a twentieth stroke across Liu's juicy
breast-fruits with a renewed ferocity. As she removed the strings and the loops
from Liu's nipples after the twentieth stinging cane-stroke, Ming-tsu
contemplated how best to deal with the situation. And then it came to her.
"Dao! The brazier! Now."
As the tall gap-toothed Scorpion dragged the smoking iron appliance
gratingly over the stone floor, Liu hung from her cuffs, naked to the waist, her
back, legs, torso and breasts, streaked with the dark stigmata left by her
torturers.
The bed of the ancient device, which was shaped like a shallow basin, was
covered with fiery coals that emitted fierce sparks whenever Dao stirred them
with a wooden spatula-like tool.
"Do you see what we have here, little bird?" Ming-tsu asked. "Look! three
sizes of needles! Ming-tsu held up one of the needles so that its fierce point
gleamed in the glimmering light given off by one of the bright-burning
flambeaux.
Liu looked on in anguished and agonized disbelief.
"And hooks. Fish-hooks. She'd be a fine catch on a pair of these,
wouldn't she, Feng?" Ming-tsu set a few of the needles and a pair of
fish-hooks on the bed of coals, as Liu choked down the great lump of fear that
threatened to choke her.
The barbaric torture-master bared his white teeth expectantly. He could
still taste the saltly womanliness of Liu's sweat-streaked breast when he ran
his tongue across his sharp teeth. He grunted in bestial approval. He had only
used the hooks once -- on a pretty young croupier who, with the assistance of a
confederate, had contrived to cheat one of the Chans' casinos out of thousands.
It had only taken two minutes of tugging at her fish-hooked nipples to convince
the lovely creature to identify her co-conspirator, who turned out to be an
older brother who had coerced her into taking part in his scheme.
"And we have many other toys to play with, little bird," Ming-tsu added as
she gestured toward the array of devilish tools that hung from the side of the
dreadful oven. Tools that were capable of grabbing flesh, tearing flesh,
piercing flesh.
"Please ... you can't...
"Ah, but we can, little bird. And we shall. If you do not change your
tune. Now." Ming-tsu reached out and seized a peculiar long-handled device,
whose far end had been resting in the coals. Ming-tsu brought the glowing
instrument toward Liu's face; it was not until it was only inches away from her
eyes that Liu could see that the end of the horrid implement was carved in the
shape of a small scorpion, perhaps three inches long and half as wide.
"Speak, little one! Or wear the Mark of the Scorpion!"
Liu strained desperately against the wrist cuffs, against the cruel iron
manacles that had rubbed her ankles raw; but there was no escape.
The smoking instrument drew still closer, until she could feel its dreadful
heat.
"N-no ... please ... are you not a woman too? Do not do this... I beg
you..."
"Where is Li Chang?" Ming-tsu hissed through clenched teeth.
"I do not kn... AAAAIEEEEEAAAAHH!!"
Liu screamed the scream of the damned as the red-hot image of the scorpion
was pressed against the golden flesh of her belly, just above her navel, marking
her as a victim of the Black Scorpions for all time to come.
The branding only lasted a second, but it was a second of utter
excruciation.
"Aaaughh! Aughhh!! Aaaaauhhh!" Liu groaned as she tried to catch her
breath, looking down in horror at the angry black-red scar on her tender flesh.
"Did you like the sting of the scorpion, little one? Where is Li Chang?"
Half-crazed with pain, Liu valiantly shook her head no, as Wen-chi watched
in unutterable grief.
Feng and Dao looked on excitedly, their swollen manhoods in towering
throbbing erection thanks to the erotic torture of the beautiful dark-haired
maiden.
Ming-tsu now leaned over the red-hot coals of the brazier, and to Liu's
horrified chagrin removed a larg pair of tongs whose business end had been
resting on the glowing coals for several minutes. Picking up the menacing
pincers, and turning back to her prisoner, she held the hot metal up before the
girl's tear-filled eyes and whispered "This is your last chance, little one."
And then the whisper turned into an insistent demand, "Where has the traitor
fled?"
Liu, mesmerized by the infinitely slow approach of the red-hot tongs, shook
her head violently, no, no, but no words were forthcoming. And then Ming-tsu
positioned the terrible tongs around the base of Liu's luscious right breast
and, and slowly closed the glowing jaws around the perfect love-globe.
"Aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeaaaahhhh!!"
Once again the awful stench of burning flesh assailed Liu's senses, for an
endless second until the demonic tormentrix released the tortured breast from
the fiery grip of the tongs.
Only to select a smaller pincer-like device whose metal ends had been
draped across the coals in the infernal oven. Opening and closing the
sharp-edged pincers to display the tenacity of their grip, Ming-tsu slowly
lowered them toward the enticing nipple of Liu's other breast.
"No... No....NO!!" Liu gasped, but to no avail.
"Then, tell us, girl! Where is Li Chang?"
"Please... don't ... ple ... Aaaiiiiaaaahhhhh!!"
Ming-tsu closed the jaws of the red-hot tool around Liu's tempting
love-bud, trapping it in a heated embrace before slowly crushing the delicious,
defenseless morsel of flesh in a scalding, vise-like grip. But this time
Ming-tsu held on, first tightening the pressure and then wrenching the
beleaguered breast this way and that for several agonizing seconds, until Liu
mercifully passed out from the intolerable agony.
