CHAPTER 42 A Steam Bath for The Slavegirl
Shivering from her exposure to the driving rain, and muddy from her shins
down, Ci-ci stumbled back inside the Scorpions' barracks to find Dao's comrades
at the far end of the room. They had just finished sliding a massive wooden
drinking trough across the rough floor of the Pit.
"So, how do you like the bathtub, we've arranged for you, wench? Climb in
-- make yourself comfortable."
"She looks cold, don't she, boss?" Lin giggled as he took a pull at the
wine bottle before passing it to Zheng.
"Yes, boy, she does." It did not seem strange to the others for Chiang Chan
to call Lin 'boy'. Even though he was only three or four years older than the
pimple-faced boy from the mountains, they were separated by a huge gulf of
maturity. "But have no fear. We'll warm her up soon enough. Well, what are you
waiting for, wench? Are you going to get in or should I have the Ox pick you up
bodily and throw you in!"
The rain had washed away much of the coal dust and mud that had coated the
front of Ci-ci's nude body, but by no means all. Even so, Dao mused, their
pleasure-girl looked desirable. Why was it, he wondered, that attractive young
women looked so tantalizingly fuckable when they were soaking wet?
Ci-ci, shivering with cold, blushing sheepishly in recognition of the fact
that her nipple-crests were chilled to an eye-catchingly brazen erection,
stepped over the thigh-high wall of the animal trough, while her four tormentors
gathered around her, one on each side of the improvised tub.
Although she had been naked for hours - hours which seemed more like weeks
-- being completely encircled by the Scorpions exacerbated her sense of shame.
Ci-ci instinctively crossed her right arm over her tempting young breasts, while
her left hand fell shyly, protectively, to shield the velvet-thatched juncture
of her thighs.
"Lin, bring a pitcher of water from the stove. Who's got the soap?
"I found some, boss." The Ox took a swig from the bottle of rice wine, and
held out a small brick of coarse soap.
"Good." Ci-ci watched as Lin lifted dipped the pitcher into the cauldron
that had sitting on top of the stove. Moments later he returned to them,
carrying a pitcher that was full nearly to the brim.
"Ah, here's Lin with our water," remarked Chiang Chan. Take the pitcher,
girl. And pour it over your right shoulder. Nice and slow. So that it runs
down your front and your back."
Ci-ci stared fearfully at the liter-sized porcelain ewer that Lin was
holding by its handle. Each side of its cylindrical surface appropriately
displayed the venomous image of a black scorpion against a red background.
Faint mists of steam rose slowly from the ominous pitcher.
"Take the damn thing, girl!" Lin switched hands gingerly as Ci-ci backed
away, shaking her head. If the pitcher was too hot to hold for very long, she
thought, its contents were going to feel like the breath of an angry dragon when
it came cascading over her soft shoulders.
"Stop stalling, wench! Do it!"
But when Ci-ci took another step backward, Chiang Chan impatiently
grunted, "Very well then. Dao, Ox -- grab her arms!"
The Ox dropped the cake of soap into the crude tub and roughly pulled
Ci-ci's right wrist away from her pouting breasts, while Dao seized her left no
less firmly. Ci-ci struggled desperately to escape from the iron grip of the
two Scorpions who faced each other on the long sides of the tub, but to no
avail.
"You should have done it yourself, girl, when I gave you the chance. Lin, I
guess you shall be the one to christen our lovely prisoner."
Nodding eagerly, divining the meaning of the unfamiliar European term only
by its context, the pimple-faced boy stepped forward holding the steaming
pitcher gingerly at shoulder height. Ci-ci retreated in the rectangular trough
until her legs backed into the far end, but then there was nowhere left to run.
And nowhere to hide.
"Her shoulder first, Lin."
The Scorpions had pulled Ci-ci's arms outward, until they were extended
sideways, at just below shoulder height. In fact the Ox and Dao were engaged in
a playful drunken tug-of-war with her arms; she feared that the two strong men
might dislocate her shoulders at any moment.
Lin, smirking boyishly, approached her, holding the red and black pitcher
aloft, until it was positioned directly above her softly rounded right shoulder.
Using a great deal of care, he tipped it slowly so that a few ounces of the
near-scalding water trickled over Ci-ci's shoulder, as she gasped and shuddered
in pain.
"What's the matter, wench? Haven't you had a hot bath before?" Chiang Chan
gave her a few moments to compose herself before whispering softly, but in a
tone that would brook no contradiction, "Again." Chiang nodded to the skinny
adolescent, who proceeded to let a second more voluminous cascade of the
steaming water pour down Ci-ci's right shoulder.
Ci-ci's nubile body quivered in agony as the streams of water coursed down
her back, down her upper arm, and worst of all down on to the upper contours of
her brave-nippled right breast.
"Aaaaaahhh!! It's too hot. For the love of heaven..."
Chiang Chan's lip curled into a thin smile. He had checked the simmering
water by dashing a little on his wrist just before Dao had brought the girl back
inside. The water had been hot enough to cause him to curse like a Cantonese
sailor, but not so hot that the skin had blistered. It would hurt, but not
lastingly harm, her beautiful flesh.
"The other one now, boy."
Lin the Drooler stepped under Ci-ci's outstretched right arm, which the Ox held
firmly in his grasp, and crossed behind her.
"N-no... please... it's too... Aaaiiiiiiiyyyyaahhh!!" Ci-ci shrieked
again as the grinning fool of an adolescent christened her other shoulder with
the steaming liquid. And then, to the delight of her leering audience, she
began to dance frantically as the hot water began to pool around her dainty
feet. Each of the men, knew the familiar sensation of stepping into a too-hot
bath, and each smirked in amusement at Ci-ci's breast-jiggling gyrations that
sought to keep at least one foot out of the hot water.
"How much have you left? Half-full? Good. Let's wet her sweet ass down
now. Pour it right where her neck meets her collar bone."
"N-no....Ouwwwww!!" Ci-ci's young body vibrated in shock when the
near-scalding water splashed down her back, much of it eventually streaming down
the pleasing curves of her baby-soft buttocks. One wave of liquid was channeled
into a thin stream that ran right down into the deep narrow canyon between her
splendid bottom-globes.
"Good work, lad. Now bring us a fresh pitcher, nice and hot from the
kettle." Chiang Chan eyed the pleasing curves of Ci-ci-'s pouting breasts with
a sadistic leer. "Her tits look like they might have caught a chill outside.
We'd better warm 'em up a little."
Lin moved with eager alacrity to fetch another pitcherful, while Ci-ci
heard the deep voices of the Ox and Gap-tooth chuckling at her plight. Her
breasts were already so tender -- she could not bear the thought of her
love-melons being subjected to the Scorpion steam bath.
She watched fearfully as Lin poured more water from the cauldron into the
pitcher, grateful for the fact that the simple act of pouring it reduced its
temperature somewhat.
The Ox held her wrist in one hand as if it were no more substantial than a
loose thread on his shirt, as he lifted the wine bottle to his mouth again.
Ci-ci wasn't sure if their drinking was in her best interests. On the one hand
anything that might dull their lusts seemed a favorable circumstance; on the
other hand she had heard Peony say often that alcohol had a way of bringing out
the worst in men...
Lin was back in seconds, grinning his foolish grin, his eyes bright with
anticipation as he lifted the pitcher and held it about eight inches above the
sensuous upslope of Ci-ci right breast.
"Pour it on right on the base of her breast, Lin, so that the water spreads
out evenly in all directions. Do it. But not too fast. We want to make this
last, don't we, boys?"
Dao's ardent cock pressed against his loose-fitting black trousers like a
blunt instrument as he watched Lin gently upend the pitcher so that a few ounces
of the piping hot water inundated Ci-ci's tempting breast, even as she struggled
frantically to free herself from the relentless grip of the two Scorpions.
"Aaagghhhhhhh!!! Stop...please...I can't sta....AAAGHHHH!!!"
Lin, saliva bubbling out of his mouth, drenched her love-globe a second
time, starting the pitcher at the point where the lovely mound melded into her
chest wall, and then pulling it back toward him. His motion bisected the upper
contour of Ci-ci's breast with a gentle cataract of hotly hissing liquid, that
ran downward over her quivering breast in all directions. Lin lowered the
pitcher slightly to improve his accuracy as he moved the pitcher over her
crinkly brown areole and her uptilted mahogany nipple.
The two cups of water that Lin had used on her left breast, were still
running down her belly, between her thighs, and down her shapely legs when
Chiang Chan spoke again. "Hmmm. Now her breasts don't really match, do they,
boys? One is normal and the other is the color of the setting sun -- that will
never do. You had better do the other one, boy.
Dao's balls tensed with man-lust as he hung on to Ci-ci's left wrist, while
his young comrade doused her other pain-melon with the remaining half pitcher of
steaming liquid. Lin carefully parceled the contents out into three agonizing
doses, spaced about thirty seconds apart. As he watched, excited beyond
measure, Dao judged that Ci-ci's steam-bath would have been painful enough on a
pair of breasts that had never suffered a moment's discomfort; it must have been
agonizing beyond belief for a pair of tits that had been strapped and switched,
thorned and de-thorned. Once again he had the strange fancy that Feng the
Butcher was leering at Ci-ci's tortured breasts as he squatted in some
sulphurous corner of hell muttering, "Remember -- her ass is mine, boys!"
Ten minutes and any number of trips to the stove later, Ci-Ci had been
drenched, a pitcher at a time, with gallons of steaming stove-water. Her,
hair, chest, back, legs, buttocks and groin had all been treated to numerous
heated christenings. She stood there in the trough, pinkly perfect, in the few
inches of water that had collected at the bottom of the tub.
"Very nice, Lin, very nice indeed. Our young wench is a vision of moist
loveliness, isn't she? But what kind of a bath would it be without soap; the
soap is in the corner there, girl. Use it!"
Ci-ci bent from the waist to pick up the brick of soap which had come to
rest against the edge of the tub on Zheng's side. Her quick feminine dip so
enhanced the natural curvature of her buttocks that Dao, standing behind her and
facing his mountainous cohort, Zheng, could barely restrain himself from
climbing into the tub, slamming her soft body up against its sloped wooden wall,
and jamming his hardened cock-shaft between the delectable twin ovals of the
genuflecting beauty then and there.
Ci-ci rose daintily, shyly, to her feet, holding the off-white cake in her
tiny hand.
'That's it, baby. Now lather up for us. All over."
Flushing modestly Ci-ci began rubbing the soap along her wet forearms. She
closed her eyes as she did so, seeking for a moment to forget the cruelty of her
captors, trying to imagine that it was twenty-four hours earlier and that she
was merely bathing the youthful loveliness of her body in the privacy of the
female servants' bathing room at the Black Pagoda. As she caressed her yielding
body, the soap lathered very nicely, and within a few seconds her hands and arms
were glistening with a delicate froth.
"Nice. Now the legs. No -- lift your foot up on the top of the trough.
Good. First the foot. All around it -- clean that mud off of it. That's it...
Very nice. Now the ankle...good...keep going...lots of lather now, wench, lots
of bubbles...Good...Up over the knee, now... Nice and slow....Rub it in good."
Ci-ci, having little choice, followed Chiang Chan's request to the letter.
Her feet and lower legs had been caked in mud as a result of her arduous trek
through the grassy courtyard, but the foot of her right leg was now as clean as
the kitchen of the Emperor's cook. Ci-ci's foot was pointed in a most pleasing
manner with the innocent, natural grace of young womanhood, enhancing the
beautiful lines of her long, sleek legs.
"Up the leg, now, girl. Slower...slower... take your time." Chiang turned
to Dao. Nice legs, eh, boys?" His men didn't answer. They were all staring
open-mouthed at the beautiful bather, each man fantasizing in his own way that
he alone was a secret voyeuristic intruder on this most intimate of feminine
rituals.
"Higher, wench. Slide your hands up those nice slippery thighs. Soap
'em up good, honey. All the way up, now. Nice... Good... now the other leg.
That's it...right up on the edge of the tub. Lovely...nice and slow for us,
now. Enjoying the view, Ox?"
The huge bull of a man merely grunted. The flat-nosed Scorpion's face was
creased with a brutish smile; Ci-ci was facing him, with one pretty leg lifted a
few feet in the air and bent at a most attractive angle, with her bare foot
resting on the top of the trough. With her eyelids closed the pigtailed young
beauty used both of her hands to spread the lather in smooth even strokes around
her pretty foot, cleansing it of the muck and blades of grass that it had
accumulated outside. Then around her ankle, up her lower leg, sensually
lingering on her calves. Then to her velvety soft-fleshed thigh, moving her
hands in slow, upward-moving oval patterns. From his angle, the slow-witted
Zheng was able to study the delicate petals of her sparsely-mossed femininity
with the assiduous devotion of a botanist studying the rarest flower of the
Indies.
"She's a beauty, isn't she, boys? Now for that pretty little ass of yours.
Put your leg back down in the tub, now. Good...Now lean forward a little ...
that's good ... a little more... Look at those tits, boys -- I'll wager that
the saintliest monk in Tibet would want to give those jugs a good squeeze!"
Chiang took the bottle from Zheng and swallowed a mouthful of wine before
beginning his coaching anew. "Now spread your legs a little... A little
more...Good ... Now slide that soap across your bottom. That's it...All
over...Use both hands.... up and down...all around.... That's it...polish that
sweet ass for us!.. Beautiful."
The Scorpions watched transfixed as the pigtailed girl continued to perform
her sensuous ablutions.
"Slide that soap between your cheeks, now, wench. Soap your crack up nice
and clean for us, baby. Deep down in there. Good...good...Is your finger
soapy? No... the longest one ...yeah, that's the one ... fine ... soap it up
good. Now slide it right in there, girl....right up into that tight little
asshole. Nice...all the way in, slave...I want to see that slick little finger
disappear inside you!"
Ci-ci felt tears streaming down her face, as she debased herself for the
pleasure of the four leering Scorpion thugs.
"Now your pussy...move your legs apart, we want to see it all, don't we
boys? Everything you've got. Oh, that's nice.. real nice.... Mmmmm... Look at
that sweet, soapy pussy. That's it ... slide those soapy fingers back and forth
in that hot little slit...nice and slow... soap that clit up, good, honey.
How'd you like to be that bar of soap, Lin?" When the lad thrust his pelvis
forward in response, Chiang Chan winked as if to say, "Don't worry boy, you'll
get your chance to trade places with that soap very soon."
"Good...now your belly...around and around, nice and slow... beautiful."
And then, echoing Dao's musings a little earlier, the heir to the Scorpion
throne wondered silently, "I wonder if even Professor Leung could explain why
the sight of a bathing woman is so alluring."
"Excellent... Now for those juicy tits. I'll bet they're damn tender about
now, aren't they? Lift 'em up for us while you wash 'em...Nice... Soap 'em up
good, baby. That's it ...Both hands...all around 'em....nice and slow...around
and around...yeah!!"
"Now push those pretty breasts close together for us...Squeeze 'em...
Nice...Now the nipples...rub the soap right over 'em...Pinch one while you scrub
the other one...Harder...that's better...make those little brown nuggets gleam
for us, girl. See, wench? We Scorpions know how to treat a lady!" Chiang Chan
winked at his comrades.
The other three watched as Chiang Chan suddenly let his loose-fitting black
trousers fall and stepped forward so that his well-muscled thighs were pressed
against the outside of the trough. His manhood soared proudly outward toward
Ci-ci, engorged with the sadistic blood lust that was the both the birthright
and the hallmark of the Chan dynasty.
"On your knees when you see the cock of a Scorpion, girl!"
Ci-ci, still facing Zheng the Ox, fell obediently to her knees in the few
inches of hot tub-water.
"Good, now come over here."
Ci-ci kneel-walked toward the youngest of the Chans, still holding the
diminished brick of soap in one hand, her soft brown eyes drawn to Chiang's
manly weapon as if it were a lodestone. Her young body was a vision of damp
feminine beauty, clad only in evanescent patches of frothy white bubbles.
Soon she was facing Chiang Chan and his impressive erection. Chiang stood
along the short side of one end of the rectangular trough. Her back was now
toward Lin, and the enormous figure of the Ox was on her right and Dao, his dark
eyes glistening with the frenzy of lust, stood to her left.
"Kneel right up against the edge," Chiang ordered in a voice that had been
groomed to have the ring of command.
Shamed almost beyond caring, Ci-ci pressed against the edge of the tub.
Kneeling in the thick-bottomed tub, her breasts were at the same height as
Chiang's inflamed manhood.
"Now, lean forward."
Blushing furiously, Ci-ci leaned forward until the tip of Chiang's swollen
cock pressed against her frothy lust-globes. He shivered with pleasure.
Ci-ci's breasts were palpably, deliciously warm from the series of steaming
cascades they had endured.
"Very nice. Now take it and put it between those lovely breasts of yours
and make love to it with those sweet, soapy tits." He paused, and then added
sternly, "One more thing, wench..."
Ci-ci who had cupped her slippery breasts in her tiny hands, preparatory to
using them to pleasure Chiang Chan's cock-shaft, looked up at him questioningly.
"See that you please me well with your breasts, girl. Or I will direct my
gentle friend, here," Chiang gestured at the hulking Ox, "to punish them for
failing to do so. With the strap he used on your bottom before."
Ci-ci needed no further encouragement. The thought of enduring an
Ox-whipping on her tender breasts was inconceivable. Anything but that!
Desperate to please her tormentor, she slavishly pressed her hot soapy
pleasure-mounds together around Chiang Chan's manly phallus and moved against
him as sensually as she knew how, letting his cock-meat slide luxuriously back
and forth in the smooth, sexy valley between her inflamed breasts. Ci-ci tried
stoically to put aside any thought of how sore and sensitive her breasts had
become, owing to the abuse that they had endured, and how much pain the least
friction brought them.
She pressed her head against Chiang Chan's abdomen, lifting his shirt
with her silky black hair, so that her lips might kiss his belly, and her tongue
might probe his navel while her tempting breasts performed tantalizing miracles
of sensuality on the blue-veined pole between them.
Chiang Chan groaned softly in pleasurable lust; his uncle had not
exaggerated. Ci-ci's skin, especially the skin of her breasts, was of a
smoothness, a silkiness that had to be touched to be believed. He had been
aroused since the Scorpions had returned to find her beautiful body encased in
that rigorous but erotic bondage; but the touch of Ci-ci's warm and luscious
breasts on his virile member sent wave after wave of obscene desire coursing
through his body.
He barely had to move; he merely had to lean forward slightly so that the
beautiful pleasure-girl could make love to him with her breasts. Now and then
she removed Chiang's virile cock-staff from the canyon of desire between her
breasts and rubbed it all over her soapy globes, circling each of them in turn,
letting his phallus feel the ripe weight of her soft mounds as it explored her
undercurves, and then letting it delight in the hardness of her flinty brown
nipples. At one point Ci-ci pressed her left nipple against his pee-hole and
held it there for half a minute, while she stroked his rigid cock with one soft
soapy hand, and his hairy, lust-filled balls with the other.
The minutes passed slowly for Chiang's men while they passed the bottle
back and forth and looked on with ever-increasing envy at the site of their
leader being pleasured by the froth-covered bathing beauty. Lin was visibly
fidgeting and picking at his crotch, even more anxious than the others to get
his own hands on the shapely young pleasure-girl.
Chiang continued to bask in the intensely pleasurable sensation he was
experiencing. The nocturnal silence of the Pit was broken only by the snoring
of the lone drunken Scorpion across the room and the squishy sound of Chiang's
rock-hard cock sliding vigorously between Ci-ci's slick-lathered breast-globes
and his increasingly loud grunts of depraved lust.
Until Chiang Chan barked, "Lin!"
"Yes?"
"More hot water -- her breasts are not as warm as they were."
"But please...sir...I have done everything you asked..." Ci-ci's voice was
faint. "No more hot water ... please ... not again..."
"That's good, boy, Chiang said a moment later as Lin handed him the
steaming red and black pitcher. "Nice and full. This should warm them up very
well indeed. Hands behind your back, wench!"
"Don't...I beg of you...I have tried to please you..."
"Ox! The strap!"
"Aye!" Zheng assented, and he turned his back on his comrades only to
return a few moments later snapping the dreadful strop loudly in his
thick-fingered paws. Ci-ci glanced up at him long enough to see that whatever
trace of humanity might once have glimmered in his eyes had long since been
dulled by his vast intake of alcohol. Zheng's square bovine jaw was set with a
grim resolve; the resolve of a man determined to exact a cruel revenge for
Ci-ci's attempted escape from her ricksha slavery during his watch. She had
made him look bad in front of his comrades, and now, if his commander were only
to give the word, she would pay...
Ci-ci was distraught with fear as she heard the explosive reports of the
thick-witted behemoth popping the thick strap. "No! Not that!! Anything
else...but not that...please... I'll do it...I'll do it..."
The kneeling slave-girl, frantic to escape another encounter with the Ox's
whip, quickly clasped her hands submissively behind her back, and leaned back
on her haunches, her entire body trembling with fear.
But despite her intentions, tears began to well up in Ci-ci's eyes, when
Chiang Chan hoisted the steaming pitcher. "Please, sir...don't...it's so
hot..."
"Girl, I told you that you were going to have to please me well with your
breasts. It pleases me to slide my cock through a pair of hot and soapy tits.
And I say that they're not hot enough. Now kneel forward and stick your lovely
melons out for me, or I'll have my muscular friend here whip them bloody."
Chiang nodded in Zheng's direction. "Take a look at him, girl. Can you doubt
that he would enjoy carrying out such an order?"
The trembling maiden glanced over her right shoulder at the ferociously
leering behemoth; his huge hand slid up and down the strap lovingly; clearly the
hulking half-wit would like nothing better than to receive Chiang's blessing to
use his length of leather on her once again.
Ci-ci closed her eyes and knelt upright, her dark-nippled succulent breasts
lusciously proffered for their next semi-scalding drenching. Then she felt the
first few drops land on the upper slope of her left breast. She had resolved to
remain in position to endure the steam torture come what may, but when the
searing liquid came in contact with her tender love-mound, she winced in pain
and involuntarily pulled away slightly.
Seeing her back away, Chiang frowned and softly whispered one word.
"Zheng."
Ci-ci did not see it coming until it was too late; she heard a low
animalistic growl emanating from her right, but her tear-filled eyes were still
half-mesmerized by the menacing erection of the handsome young squadron leader
who stood before her. But just out of her field of vision Zheng's thick leather
strap came hurtling toward her with the irresistible momentum of an Indian
juggernaut. The Ox's growl swelled into an exultant "YEAAHHH!!" when the strap
exploded with a deafening WHACCKKKK!!! upon impact with Ci-ci's beautifully
upturned breasts, crushing her brown pleasure-nuggets and sending shrapnel-like
shards of pain coursing through both of her bobbling mounds of breastflesh.
"AAAAAEEEIIIIAAHHHH!!!!"
"Good one, Ox! That'll teach her!" the reedy voice of the Drooler chirped,
as Ci-ci's hands reached protectively for her tortured breasts. The Ox drew the
lash back, grinning the grin of a seven-year-old who had won praise for
successfully accomplishing some simple child's task.
"Put your hands behind your back girl and resume your position, or you
shall have another one."
"No...no.....I'm sorry, sir ...ohhh, it hurts.... see... I'm doing doing as
you say....Please, sir ... don't let him hit me again," Ci-ci whimpered as she
scrambled bravely back into her kneeling position within arm's length of Chiang
and the steaming pitcher.
"There, that's better. Now see that you stay there. And keep your hands
at your sides, slave-girl, or I'll give the Ox more work to do!"
"N-no...please no... I will...I will..."
Whereas before he and Lin had held the pitcher several inches above Ci-ci's
body, allowing the water to cool slightly in its descent, this time Chiang held
the hot pitcher flush against her breast. So that her protruding nipples, still
aching from the Ox's savage blow, might feel the heat of the porcelain pitcher
even as the steaming contents were about to baptize the shapely upper curves of
her breasts.
But though the nerve endings in her inflamed nipples screamed at her to
pull away from the pitcher's fiery touch, Ci-ci dared not back away. Anything
... anything ... was better than another breast-burning stroke from the
simple-minded sadist with the strap.
And then the water came again. First in a thin trickle, then in a steady
stream, and at last in a gushing downpour that drenched the alluring upper
slopes of both of her rosy breasts, breasts that were already hyper-sensitive
from a day and a night of abuse. Once again, every nerve cell in her twin
treasures implored her, begged her, shrieked at her to protect her breasts with
her hands, but she dared not, for fear of another lash from the mighty man with
the strap.
"Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!"
Chiang Chan slowly moved his arm back and forth across his body, first
anointing one rosy dark-nippled mound and then the other with the steaming bath
water as Ci-ci knelt at his feet, her torso oscillating with pain, as more and
more of the piping hot water came rushing down in a seemingly unending Niagara
of pain on her poor defenseless breasts. Ci-ci's arms quivered uncontrollably at
her sides as she fought desperately to suppress her primeval instinct for
self-protection.
When the entire contents of the pitcher had been emptied, Chiang Chan
directed her to re-soap her breasts quickly, and then in response to his curt
command, she edged closer again on her sore knees, so that Chiang could once
again plunge his throbbing cock into her hot and slippery breast cleavage.
For poor Ci-ci, thanks to this last and worst dousing, her breasts were
now as sensitive as they would have been from a twelve-hour sunburn. Chiang
Chan's every thrust between her flame-red mounds brought fresh agonies of pain.
He rocked back and forth slowly, the intensity of his pleasure, heightened
by her every grimace of pain and mounting with every slow, sexually-charged
passage through that fleshy canyon of lust, as Ci-ci stroked his manly spear
with her reddened pleasure-mounds.
The sensation was pleasurable beyond imagining and Chiang Chan could not
long sustain the intensity of his lust at such a pitch. After another few
moments, the first of a series of throaty groans spilled from his mouth.
Followed only a few seconds later by a torrent of his seed spilling from his
throbbing, twitching engine of lust. His semen spurted from his cock-tip as if
fired from a cannon, coating Ci-ci's froth-covered tit-globes with a second
lathering of pale liquid.
His heart racing, his breathing ragged, it took nearly half a minute before
Chiang Chan could voice the words that his three comrades had been waiting for
nearly two hours to hear. "All right, boys, you can have your fun now."
Sexually spent, Chiang Chan wiped his dripping organ clean on Ci-ci's cheek
and held his cock before her lips so that she might lick the last degrading
droplets of pleasure from it before he returned it to his dark trousers. And
then, replete, he sat down on the nearest cot as he watched his henchmen impose
their depraved will on the beautiful body of the innocent young maiden.
In a matter of seconds the thuggish trio had turned Ci-ci so that she was
facing the other direction -- and three lust-hardened male organs. Each of the
Scorpions had stepped out of his trousers while their leader had administered
his protracted breast-fucking, and she got a good look at their stiff pricks for
their first time. In her chaotic and confused mental state Ci-ci was briefly
struck by the fact that the men's organs were much like the men themselves.
Lin's was long and thin and poked lewdly at her from greasy strands of pubic
hair. Dao's was big, ugly, and slightly twisted; such a weapon would punish any
woman with the courage to take it inside her. And the Ox's phallus was indeed
ox-like, nearly as long as her forearm and with a circumference equal to that of
her own wrist.
"Soap 'em up girl!" Dao's voice was crude, obscene. "All three of those
cocks! Ain't none of us had a bath yet today, did we, Ox?"
From the smell of them, Ci-ci thought, none of them had had a bath in a
week. But that was the least of her concerns. Dutifully she lathered up the
three cock-shafts, using both of her hands to slide the slippery soap sensuously
along their flesh-tubes. She began with Dao's dark-veined rod, moved on to
Lin's scrawny prick, and turned finally to Ox's massive truncheon. She needed
both hands to encircle it fully. How, she wondered, could a woman ever
accommodate such a monster, especially a woman as petite as herself?
As soon as the three Scorpion cocks were as frothy as her own body had
been, Lin's distended organ was at her lips even as the big men who flanked him
ordered her to stroke their organs with her tiny hands. "Kiss it, wench," Lin
urged. "Kiss it all over! Mmmm. Use your tongue on it, too. Hold it
straight up, now and suck those balls! That's it, girl. Get 'em nice and wet.
Roll 'em around in your mouth."
Ci-ci didn't much care for the taste of the soap, but she reasoned that it
was doubtless preferable to the taste of the vile Scorpion man-cocks themselves.
And far better the soap than the strap.
Blushing with shame, and fearful of incurring their wrath yet again, Ci-ci
slavishly did as she was told. She held Lin's cock straight up and slid her
tongue along its length from root to tip, while he squirmed with the uniquely
sweet pleasure of adolescent arousal. At his barked command, she leaned closer,
letting her tongue caress every inch of his throbbing pole while her soft lips
and warm breath merely grazed his flesh with their tantalizing presence.
"Alright, now, wench, take it in your mouth."
"Yeah, stroke it, baby!" her right hand was sliding up and down the length
of Gaptooth's ugly prick, while her left was trying in vain to encircle Zheng's
fleshy column of lust.
"Go down on it....that's it...suck it, girl...take it all in....Mmmm,
that's good...Keep going...Suck it...suck it...suck it.....Aahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Ci-ci could almost feel the innumerable disgusting sperm in Lin's semen
slithering toward the back of her throat as he shot his boyish load into the
back of her mouth. When he was done, Dao pushed the still-babbling youngster
impatiently aside and thrust his own, larger, longer, cock between her lips.
"Both hands!" growled the Ox, and Ci-ci swung her right hand, now free of
Dao's erection, over to join its sister around Zheng's humongous cudgel. She
sucked and stroked and stroked and sucked until Dao's gnarly cock was positively
pulsing with lust. And then, in a surprising, un-Scorpion-like burst of
generosity, Dao stepped back, and then off to one side, gesturing for the Ox to
take his place at the narrow end of the trough.
And then, for the next minute or two, Zheng's horse-cock occupied Ci-ci's
entire attention. The Ox held her by the pig-tails with one hand and poured
more rice wine down his gullet with the other, while she nursed at his massive
member, gradually replacing the soapy lather with her own saliva. His cock-tip
was as big around as a tangerine, but that did not deter the huge belching brute
from forcing her lips wider apart than she thought they could possibly spread
and thrusting his mighty bludgeon between them.
The inexperienced girl did her best to please the ogre-like Scorpion and
some minutes later she could literally see his plum-sized balls contract with
fuck-lust only seconds before launching a viscous torrent of thug-semen into her
throat.
And then, the Ox, too, fell back sated and Ci-ci, after choking violently
for a few seconds on his copious ejaculate, relaxed. At last, her ordeal seemed
to be over...
But only moments had elapsed before she heard a splashing in the tub behind
her. Before she could turn around to see who had joined her, her kneeling body
was slammed face first against the inclined end of the wooden animal trough. The
unpleasant stench of stale alcohol assailed her nostrils, even as strong hands
pinned her shoulders against the trough. Muscular thighs wedged her legs apart,
and then the hands left her shoulders and descended to her hips.
She felt the powerful hands seize the perfect roundness of her splendid
buttocks, testing their firmness, their resiliency. Cupping them, stroking
them, squeezing them, groping them. And then, she realized with a wave of
horror, spreading them ...
With her inflamed breasts forced violently against the aging, splintered
trough, Ci-ci then felt a thick fleshy protuberance, slick with soap, pressing
against the portal of her one remaining virginity. A moment later she heard the
gruff voice, the raspy pitiless voice of the gaptoothed man, grunting, "This
one's for you, Feng!"
And then she heard an unfamiliar voice, a voice that sounded more like
the tortured cry of a wounded animal than that of a beautiful young girl, as she
felt Dao's virile cockmeat stab viciously at the tiny, defenseless rosebud that
guarded the entrance to her nether passage...
********
Chiang Chan watched the rest of the proceedings in interested silence,
as a thin curl of smoke rose from his pungent post-coital Turkish cigarette.
His first day as a Scorpion squadron leader seemed to have been an unqualified
success...
