Chapter 32 The Pit and the Pleasure-girl
The Pit, as the barracks of the Scorpions was known, was a low-slung
dreary-looking building at the rear of the spacious grounds on which the Black
Pagoda stood. Feng and Dao approached it hurriedly in the moonlight, anxious to
gather their comrades and be on their way to the docks to apprehend Li Chang.
The thunderstorm that had been raging all night was waning now, and was little
more than a light shower. A full moon seemed to peek voyeuristically down at
them through an opening in the cloud-rich night sky.
As they approached the squat building they heard from a distance what
sounded like the despairing cry of a female voice. It was hardly the first time
a young woman had been imprisoned in the Pit for the entertainment of the
Scorpions. Dao remembered Mee Ya, who had been one of Richard Chan's
concubines a couple of years earlier. She had been a snotty bitch, not unlike
his current favorite, Mai-Lee. And incredibly vain -- at the time the men had
joked that she probably thought that she shit roses. Worst of all, though,
from the point of view of the Scorpions, she was a tattler; she'd gotten several
of the men in trouble for minor infractions that she'd reported to Richard Chan.
In any event, after a few months the boss had tired of her airs and turned her
over to the boys in the Pit to teach her a little humility.
There had been only been four men at the Pit on that September night, but
each of them had some kind of a grudge against Mee Ya. And that night they had
made the snotty little tattle-tale regret the error of her ways.
Despite her desperate struggles they had easily overpowered her and
stripped the stylish silken dress from her shapely body. Then they had taken
the pretty slut from Hunan Province and stood her facing the the corner of a
heavy oaken table and then pulled one of her ankles as far as it would go toward
the corner to her right. Then they had pulled her left leg as far as it would
go toward the corner on her left. Then they wound ropes around each of her
ankles binding each of them tightly to diagonally opposing table legs. This
forced Mee Ya's sweet young pussy lips right up against the sharp corner of the
square table, which was just the right height to give her the most discomfort.
Then they forced her to cross her wrists behind her neck. The Ox,
surprisingly deft for his size, had quickly bound her wrists together with a
long rope and then pulled the rope painfully down the center of her nicely
arched back and then back up between her legs, making sure that the coarse rope
bit deeply into her dark-fringed love nook. Then he jerked the end of the cord
upward between her jutting breasts and wrapped it around her slender throat
twice before fastening it to the cord around her wrists.
In that wrists behind neck position, Mee Ya's plump young breasts were
positioned splendidly for the lash; and the spreadeagle that they had applied to
her ankles gave the taut muscles in her firm young bottom a delicious
definition.
Then they had whipped the tale-telling bitch two at a time, one man working
on her delightfully dark-nippled breasts, while the other laid stroke after
vicious stroke across the ripe curves of her delectable derriere. He and the Ox
had formed the second of the two teams, and each pair had given her twenty
flesh-burning lashes front and back before their itching cocks craved release.
In her trussed-up spreadeagled position, burying their rutting organs in her
tight little bottom hole had been an easy choice. Dao could still remember
climbing up on the table and, from a kneeling position, inserting his
bulging-veined manhood between Mee Ya's soft pink lips mouth while his partner
the Ox wedged his pile-driving pole into her cock-ravaged rectum. She had
fought the huge truncheon, wiggling like a greased pig, but a series of
resounding slaps to her inflamed breasts had soon induced the young woman from
Hunan to hold still while the four Scorpions took turns pounding their hot
pricks into her tight-clutching anus.
Yes, that had been a memorable night at the Pit...
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"Aaaaiiieaaaa!!" Dao heard the girl's voice cry out again.
Dao threw open the door to the Pit, just as there was an outcry of voices
from inside.
"Throw the damn dice, Lin!"
"Quiet, you! I'm blowing on them to bring me good joss!" It was the
high-pitched voice of the Drooler.
"You're getting the fucking dice wet, apprentice -- throw the damn things!"
Half a dozen men were clustered in a circle around the familiar oaken
table, which was positioned midway between the two rows of cots which lined the
long narrow barracks. A small pile of silver coins lay in the middle of the
table, which was littered with half-full glasses of cheap local beer and rice
wine. Just as Lin flung the dice with a quick flip of his wrist, Feng noticed
that the girl, Ci-ci, that he had brought to the Pit earlier that evening was
kneeling, facing the door, on one of the cots. She wore nothing but shackles
on her wrists and a few half-dry streams of semen on her face and satin smooth
upper thighs, as she crouched on her hands and knees on the second cot on the
left. Dao recognized the handsome figure of Chiang Chan, George's son, kneeling
behind her, his well-muscled body seemingly welded to her well-curved hips.
The likely future leader of the Black Scorpions was thrusting his virile
cock into Ci-ci's inflamed woman-slit from behind with remarkable energy. "Yeah!
Take it, baby! Take it all!!" he growled as he pumped his manhood into the young
girl's naked body.
"Five! Shit!" Disgustedly, Lin the Drooler looked up from his game to
watch the cruel rape with undisguised lust, a thin trickle of saliva seeping
from the corner of his mouth. His pimply face was flushed with excitement.
Despite undergoing the usual hazing suffered by a newcomer, he was beginning to
enjoy his tour of duty with the Scorpions.
As the next player rattled the dice in his cupped hand, it occurred to Feng
that it was so like the Chinese to turn even a gang rape into an occcasion for
gambling. He didn't doubt that the Chans' gambling empire raked in even more
money than their sordid ring of prostitution. And little wonder -- sexual
conquests satisfied, temporarily at least, the impulse towards lust. But
gambling victories only whetted the gambler's thirst for more.
An anguished voice was heard from the cot. "Aaah, you're hurting me!"
Ci-ci moaned. " Let me go... Unnnghhh!! Haven't you each had your turn? ...
Please..."
As they approached, Feng and Dao noticed that the groaning girl's slender
wrists were chained to the frame of the cot, and that more trails of Scorpion
male-juice trickled down the backs of her thighs. Feng had seen the lovely
young maidservant earlier at the dungeon, but Dao, who had not seen her earlier
in the day, was struck by the thoroughness of the beating the brothers Chan had
administered to the 'thief'. He slid his ugly tongue licentiously back and forth
through a space between two of his rotting teeth as he admired the girl's
rounded buttocks, her honey-skinned legs, and her sharp-nippled breasts, all of
which bore livid vestiges of the savage flogging she had undergone earlier.
Chiang reached forward to clutch Ci-ci's tender breasts in his avaricious
hands. Tightening his grip on her lust-plums he cautioned her, "Stop your
whining, girl. A Scorpion is no more content with one fuck, then is a shark
with one bite from a bleeding dolphin. There will be more turns, my larcenous
lust-slave, and more Scorpions," the younger Chan growled as he redoubled the
potency of his thrusts. Ci-ci thrashed around desperately, but her spirited
resistance was no match for the strength of the rattling chains that held her
captive and the power and stamina of the man plundering her delicious young body
"Six! That won't be good enough, my friend. My turn." The Ox reached for
the dice with a brawny hand.
Dao was a bit surprised to find George's son slumming with the Scorpions,
even though he had become a group leader since his recent graduation. His uncle
had no doubt told him of the Scorpions' attractive little playmate de soir.
"Join us, Feng," the Ox grunted. "The highest roll wins the pot; if you
throw double fours and win, you get to fuck the pleasure-girl. Courtesy of
Richard Chan himself."
Chiang Chan had apparently been the most recent to throw a pair of fours,
Dao surmised. The Ox continued in his cavernous voice. "Double fives earns
you a good cock-sucking and if you have good joss and roll double sixes, her
sweet little ass is yours."
"And I'll wager a jug of wine that it's hot and tight!" one of the other
Scorpions jeered as he raised a glass in honor of Ci-ci's firm-fleshed buttocks.
It occurred to Dao that from the look of the girl's semen-stained cheeks and
chin, double fives had come up several times already. Dao felt his manly
scrotum pulse with lust. He wouldn't mind being the first to throw a twelve and
win the right to bury his cock balls-deep in that dark groove that bisected
Ci-ci's nicely rounded bottom.
But beside him Feng growled "There's no time. Li Chang is at the old
docks; Zheng, Lin, you are to come with me."
Hearing those words, Chiang Chan body began pistoning into Ci-ci's
defenseless body with newfound velocity. "Fuck! Aaahhh!! Fuck!!" he groaned
half a minute later as he emptied the contents of his loins into her velvety
love-nook. Moments later, after wiping his dripping organ clean on the insides
of her thighs, he was on his feet, pulling on his black trousers. Ci-ci,
exhausted by hours of sexual abuse, collapsed faced down on the once-clean
mattress, which now was speckled with the damp detritus of multiple rapes. How
long, she wondered, would these animals keep her as a slave to their bestial
desires? Would she ever see her dear sister Peony, again?
Watching Chiang don the conventional Scorpion attire, Dao grudgingly gave
him credit for not putting on the airs that were half-expected from one of his
station in life -- one would not have known Chiang Chan was anything more than a
Scorpion squadron leader.
Chiang addressed Feng, "They've found the traitor then, already?
Excellent."
"Lin, Ox -- let's go!" the burly torture-master urged. "Time is short!
Bring your night-sticks." The "night-sticks" were ill-fashioned clubs the
Scorpions often used on their extortionate errands.
"But I ... I didn't get my turn yet," the acne-plagued boy complained. For
the second time tonight he had been cheated of erotic pleasure.
Feng smirked, "You're young, lad. This won't be the last beauty who finds
herself trapped in a nest of Scorpions. And besides, this one will still be
here when we get back. What's left of her." The bestial torture-master grinned
darkly as he strode toward the door. But just as he reached it he turned and
called back to the Scorpions who were staying behind. "There's been a change in
the rules," he bellowed in a gruff voice. "Have your fun, boys, but double
sixes don't count until I get back! Her ass is mine -- understand?"
Ci-ci lay there trembling on the bed, uncertain whether this temporary
reprieve was good news or not.
Meanwhile the remaining Scorpions, mindful of Feng's savage temper grumbled
their assent.
"All right then -- once we catch this accursed traitor, we'll rejoin you
later." With those words which further chilled the blood of young Ci-ci, Feng
the Butcher stomped heavily out of the door, followed by Chiang, the gap-toothed
Dao, Zheng the Ox, and Lin the Drooler.
The last words the quintet heard as Zheng pulled the door closed behind
them were, "Would you look at that! Double fives again!! Moisten those lips up
nice for me, honey; I ain't gonna come so quick this time!"
