Chapter 48 Qieu's Bondage and a Wild Ass Whipping
But Richard Chan had not yielded to that desire for intricacy in his
artful bondage of Cherry Wu, as he still preferred to think of her.
He stepped back to admire his artistry. Whips and rods were doubtless
effective, but applying them, while intensely gratifying, did not satisfy his
refined aesthetic sensibilities in quite the same way that a cleverly conceived
bondage position could do.
The pretty young wife of Luk Yee was now bent backward into an irregular
circle. Her ankles and knees, which still pressed cruelly against the blocks of
wood, provided the base of the flattened sphere, in the six o'clock position.
Her dark-fringed pubic area was at about three o'clock. Her thighs, which had
moments ago been vertical, were now bent back at an angle, with every straining
muscle clearly defined. Qieu's arms were held more tightly than ever in their
original upright position, but her perfectly formed breasts, one of them now
sporting the cruel badge of the hibiscus and a single, still-swelling droplet of
blood, pointed almost directly upward. Her tear-filled eyes were at about ten
o'clock and her long black ponytail completed the circle, pulled downward with
scalp-savaging tightness by the hair-cord that was lashed to the ring between
her ankles.
"Now, Miss Wu," Richard Chan began again. "Where were we? Oh yes. I
think you were about to tell me of your husband's dealings with Li Chang, were
you not?"
The Lord of the Scorpions had walked around behind her, so that, in her
semi-inverted position she could not avoid seeing the implacable resolve etched
into his sinister features. His villainous visage hovered over her eerily,
bathed in the waxing and waning torchlight which seemed to cause dark shadows to
dance a macabre dance across his predatory features. She could no longer see
where Dao had gone. Perhaps he had left? Surely one torturer was preferable to
two.
"I swear to you. I know nothing ... he is my husband's fr..."
WHAACKKK!!! "Aaaaaghh!!" The front of Qieu's thighs erupted in a
blaze of pain. The Gaptoothed thug had not left the dungeon; he had merely gone
in seach of a new weapon, a weapon no less atrocious than the one he had, for
the moment, abandoned.
"Well-struck, Dao. A four-tailed flogger is a fine choice for thighs and
belly, I always think."
Through her tears of pain Qieu saw Richard Chan's raise an eyebrow ever
so subtly. WHAACCKKKK!! The flogger struck again, a little lower this time, a
few inches above her knees.
"This particular flogger, Miss Wu, was made from the twice-dried hide of
an onager, the wild ass of central Asia. It was one of my late follower Feng's
most trusted implements, coming as it does from an equine that roamed the
plateaus of his native land. I am told that it bears quite a remarkable sting."
"Very well, perhaps you know nothing of Li Chang. But you certainly
know your husband, do you not? Tell me about his activities, his friends."
"Please...aaaah, my hair...I have told you... He is...was ... a student"
The sinister eyebrow lifted again. WHACCKKK!!! Dao ripped the four
strips of leather viciously into Qieu's soft belly flesh.
"Aaargghhhhh!!" The bite of the strips of ass's hide, was atrocious
indeed.
When the chaotic metallic jingling of Qieu's bondage chains had subsided
slightly, Richard Chan continued. "The truth, woman! Do you play me for a
fool? It can hardly be a coincidence that a woman that I ... entertained ... so
thoroughly a few years ago should be the wife of a seditious radical.
Qieu fought to maintain her composure even though nearly every part of
her body was in agony. Her ankles and knees were raw from the Nanking Kneeler.
The backs of her legs and her buttocks had been caned. Her back, neck, and long
black hair bore the brunt of an excruciatingly tight bondage. Her lovely brown
left nipple bud had been pierced with the hibiscus corsage. And now her lithe
thighs and slender-waisted midsection were tasting the sting of Dao's lash. In
her inverted position she felt trickles of perplexed perspiration running
confusedly downward from her breasts to her throat, as well as streams of sweat
along the deliciously concave arch of her torso.
"Please... I-I have told you already. My husband knew noth..."
The evil eyebrow twitched again. WHACCKKK!!
"Aaaiiiyyyeeaaahh!!" The flogger had landed high on her velvety thighs
this time, seemingly stripping away the topmost layer of girlflesh..
Dao was in a whipmaster's paradise. To have the soft body of a
beautiful young creature bent backward before him in such a sexually provocative
posture was the stuff of sadistic dreams. Qieu's thighs were quivering
deliciously in fear and expectation. Even as her ankles and knees were
wide-spread, so were her upper thighs. The sweet outer lips of her pink labia
and her moist clitoris teased his manhood into an ever more throbbing arousal.
The raven-haired beauty's torso was pulled back cruelly, with her soft sensuous
skin pulled tight against the bones of her pelvis and rib cage. And above them,
her temptingly firm love-plums seemed to be lifted heavenward as if in homage to
some cruel deity. The sharp-tipped floral corsage pinned to her left nipple
added an element of charming asymmetry to the erotic vignette.
"Tell me what you knew of Professor Leung."
"Nothing...nothing at all...He was my son's teacher ... and he took his
life."
Once again the eyebrow lifted. WHAAACCKK!! The four strips of ass's
hide had come at her from on high this time, ripping into her backward -bent
torso only two inches below her jutting breasts.
"Aaiiiahhh!!!" Qieu's upper body shuddered in chain-rattling agony.
"He was a traitor; my nephew has told me that he encouraged his charges
to challenge entrenched authority. In Shanghai, Miss Wu, I am authority. But
enough of him. What of your husband's friends?"
"I ...I hardly know most of them."
The scowl in Richard Chan's glowering face deepened. Qieu saw his hand
move in front of his enshadowed face and then make a quick gesture with his
thumb. And then...
WHACCK!!! The leather lashes attacked her tenderest parts, searing the
outer folds of her femininity with their blazing kiss.
"Ouuuuhhhhhhhhh!!!" Qieu wailed in agony. "Please...not there...I can't
bear it..."
"The truth, woman! His friends! Their names!"
"Mother...please ... save me" Qieu implored her long-dead mother.
"Again, Dow!"
WHAACCCKK!! Another atrocious lash to her pubic area! One of the
leather tails stung her swollen clitoris as if had been guided by the devil's
own hand. Had the sturdy rings not held her hair and ankles fast, the force of
the blow would surely have driven her from her precarious perch.
"AAAAAIIIYYYEEEHH!!!"
"His friends -- Tell me!"
"I ...don't... know." This, despite her agonies, was a lie.
The diabolical visage darkened again. This time the Lord of the Black
Pagoda made a quick darting gesture with his index finger.
WHACCK!! Even in her inverted position, Qieu could see the next
horrific blow coming. The four lashes sped through the murky darkness above her
and then came hurtling down to explode with a horrendous impact against the
ripe-nippled lushness of her right breast.
"AAAIIIAAHH!" The shattering pain ripped another involuntary scream
from her lips. 'Mother, give me courage," Qieu prayed silently. She did know
the names, if not much more, of Luk Yee's acquaintances. But she had no idea
which of them, if any, were embroiled in the apparent opposition to the
nefarious schemes of the Black Scorpions.
"I am losing patience, Miss Wu," Richard Chan whispered in a voice
tinged with hideous savagery. When Qieu remained silent except for her whimpers
of suffering, he gestured again.
Dao tightened his grip on the thick handle of the four-thonged whip and
drew a bead on Qieu's upthrust right breast. He felt that his reputation was at
stake, indeed his future as Feng's successor as Dungeon-master of the Black
Scorpions might well be in jeopardy, if he were to fail in his misson to extract
information from this mouth-watering young creature.
Dao summoned every ounce of strength he could muster and swung the
leather strips through the air again until they landed with concussive force on
Qieu's trembling lust-melon, the four thongs snaking out to impart excruciating
anguish to every curve of her firm young breast.
Qieu screamed long and loud once again, but still said nothing. The
Tyrant of the Black Pagoda studied her closely. Was it possible that she really
knew nothing? It defied probability, but it was possible.
Richard Chan happened to glance at the ornate wall clock that had played
such a role in Liu's undoing and cursed silently to himself. He had promised to
take Mai-Lee to the Chinese Opera this evening and would have to leave shortly.
But perhaps a long-term ordeal would prove more efficacious in drawing the truth
out of this young beauty, if indeed there were more truth to extract. He made
his decision.
"Dao. I just remembered that I have an engagement this evening. Fetch
me the Mongolian ball gag on the wall there. No, not that one, you fool," Chan
blustered impatiently. The snaggle-toothed oaf barely knew a ball gag from
Baluchistan. Feng would not be easy to replace. "The one with the spiked ball
and the two short chains. Yes. That's the one."
Meanwhile, Richard Chan was undoing the cord that bound Qieu's hair to
the iron ring between her ankles. She breathed a sigh of relief that at least
the terrible hair-pulling strain on her scalp seemed to be over. But she
speculated wildly at the nature of the 'Mongolian ball gag'. Knowing the Black
Scorpions as she did, she was confident that its application would not be
pleasant.
