Chapter 49 The Nipple-gag of Genghis Khan
When her hair was undone, Qieu was able to kneel more or less erect once
again, although her back and neck still ached from their bondage ordeal.
Richard Chan was in front of her now.
"It pains me to have to remove this lovely corsage," Richard Chan began
as he commenced to pull the needle back through Qieu's tortured nipple-bud.
"But not, perhaps, as much as it will pain you," he added sardonically, as he
dragged the needle backwards through the tiny passage it had opened, but taking
care to retract it at a slight angle, so that the agonizingly slow retreat of
the sharp little soldier was nearly as unbearable as its invasion. Qieu's body
jerked in suffering when, with a final wrench, Richard Chan ripped the
blood-stained needle clear of her swollen nipple-nugget.
"Aaaaiiiiieeeaahhhh" Qieu gasped in pain.
"I shall have to leave in a moment, Miss Wu, but I wish to leave you
something to remember me by in my absence." He held up the device Dao had
retrieved and spun it around in his hands so that she could see the diabolical
implement in its entirety.
"It's quite simple really, Miss Wu. We were speaking of our shared
interest in botany earlier. This little device was inspired by what children
call 'prickerballs', the many-spined fruit of the sycamore tree. But, as you
can see it is slightly larger. So that it will just barely fit into your pretty
mouth. It took one of my artisans six months to file away at the lead ball --
yes, it is lead, and quite heavy, as you will see -- to create the spines.
There are ninety-nine of them, a number which Mai-Lee assures me will bring me
good joss. But perhaps," he added with a venomous sneer, "it will not prove to
be such a lucky number for you."
Warming to his subject Richard Chan went on. "The ball will fit into
your mouth quite snugly. Like this." And Richard Chan inserted the leaden
sphere into her mouth. Qieu had to open her jaws intolerably wide to accept it,
but no sooner had she done so than she felt the spines digging into her tongue
and the tender roof and sides of her mouth.
"Ah -- and perhaps you were wondering what the two chains were for?"
Indeed Qieu had been wondering at the purpose of the pair of short
chains that had been forged into opposing faces of the leaden gag. The fact
that Richard Chan had removed the needle corsage from her breast gave her an
ugly presentiment of the truth. The chains looked to be made of iron, were
thick and sturdy and about four inches long.
Deftly, Richard Chan let the two chains fall toward Liu's succulent
young breasts. "One additional thing, well, perhaps I should say two, is
needed. Nipple clamps."
Qieu's blood ran cold at the realization of what lie in store.
"Perhaps you are unaware, Miss Wu, but through the centuries ingenious
men, and some women, have contrived a nearly endless assortment of devices to
torment the lovely crests that so beautifully adorn the female breast. Yours,
for example, are quite exquisite indeed. For our present purposes, we will need
a device that that can be attached to your nipples so securely that even my
oversized friend here," Chan gestured in the direction of his gaptoothed minion,
"could not pull them off. At least not without doing terrible damage to your
lovely breasts."
Qieu fearfully studied the unblinking countenance of the Lord of the
Scorpions. She was not at all sure that her villainous captor would find such
an eventuality altogether displeasing.
Chan smiled as he watched Qieu's lovely naked body tremble with
unreasoning terror. "Fortunately in my rather comprehensive collection of some
three hundred styles of nipple clamps, I have just such a pair."
"Dao, prepare her nipples, while I search for the proper clamps."
Leering greedily, Dao lowered his mouth to her left nipple, tonguing
greedily at the thin trickle of needle-induced breast blood, before latching on
to her lust-tip with his lips and sucking on it skillfully. Meanwhile the thumb
and third finger of his left hand gripped the twice-whipped love-bud of Qieu's
other breast and worked it deftly in his fingers.
Richard Chan retreated to the cabinet in which he had found the needle
and extracted a pair of screw-clamps that indeed looked as if, once fastened,
they would be next to impossible to remove.
Returning, he congratulated Dao on the energy with which he had attended
to Qieu's lovely brown nipple crests. The little buds themselves stood eagerly
at attention in resplendent salute to his efforts. Perhaps there was hope for
the ungainly lout yet...
The Lord of the Scorpions attached the first of the clamps to Qieu's
right breast, slowly twisting a little knob on the clamp so that it tightened
with remorseless rigor to the base of her aroused nipple. Qieu felt the
resulting grinding pain almost immediately, but its pressure paled in comparison
to the agony she felt when Chan attached the second clamp to her perforated left
nipple, and then slowly screwed it thumbscrew tight on her delicate
blood-smeared nubbin.
"Now, just to make certain that they are on securely," Chan added with a
lecherous sneer, "why don't you try to shake them off?"
Qieu, still kneeling on the Nanking Kneeler, had no doubts whatever
about the tightness of the nipple clamps, and shook her shoulders
half-heartedly.
"Dao!"
WHAACCCKKK!! Gaptooth's whip scalded her upper thighs again.
"Aaaaiiiaahh!!
"Mr. Chan said to shake those tits for us, honey! Now shake 'em!"
And Qieu shook her shoulders a little harder, rattling her wrist chains
a little louder, shamed by the way her tightly-clamped breast-fruits bobbled for
the pleasure of these two sadistic monsters.
WHAACKK!! Another thigh-burner "Harder, honey! Get your hips into it.
We want to see those tits dance!"
Blushing with mortification, the spike-gagged young beauty gyrated
wantonly in her chains until her delicious breasts were bouncing a lascivious
dance, causing the nipple clamps to sway to and fro excitedly. But as she
already knew, they were in no danger whatever of falling off. They clung to her
tortured breast-tips with the relentless, sharp-toothed tenacity of the fighting
dogs of Kuala Lumpur.
Dao's tongue licked lustfully at his lips as he enjoyed Qieu's sensuous
Dance of the Love Apples.
"Yes, I think the clamps are on quite tightly indeed," Richard Chan went
on. "Now we have only to attach them to the chains."
Only then did Qieu realize how short the gag-chains were. Richard Chan
had to exert great pressure to lift the nipple clamps up so that they could be
linked to the patiently waiting chains that hung from the spiked gag. When he
was done both of Qieu's delectable brown nipples were stretched cruelly upward
by the inescapable gag-chain-clamp connection.
"Now I must leave. You will wear the "Mongolian Nipple Gag" -- I must
confess that I abbreviated its name earlier, so as not to spoil the surprise --
until I return at midnight. You are free to release the pressure on your tender
breasts by spitting out the gag at any time. In fact why don't you do that for
us, now, Miss Wu?"
Half crazed with pain, Qieu, not thinking clearly, but delighted to rid
herself of the irritating spiked ball, and the atrocious strain it exerted on
her swollen brown love-nuggets, spit the gag out. A millisecond after it had
left her lips though, she remembered -- the ball was lead, and the nipple clamps
were unmercifully tight.
A split second later she felt a blinding wave of pain rip through her
lust-buds as the heavy ball's downward descent was halted by the fiendishly
tight nipple clamps.
"AARRGHH!!" Qieu groaned in nipple pain. A moment ago her breasts had
been pulled cruelly upward; now the heavy leaden ball swung to and fro several
inches below her nipples, torturing them with the implacable force of gravity.
"It is quite an effective method of discipline is it not? Legend has it
that Genghis Khan himself devised a primitive form of this same device as a
punishment for a full-breasted Uzbeki princess who had earned his wrath by
disdaining to please him with her mouth. I dare say that after a few hours of
such torment she was suitably contrite and attentive to his every demand."
"And your mouth, Miss Wu, has earned my wrath, by refusing to share your
knowledge of your husband's treasonous dealings with me. So it is only fitting
that your mouth should feel the keen-edged spines of the Mongolian Nipple Gag
just as did that prideful princess."
"As you have seen, Miss Wu, when you can no longer stand the strain of
having the Mongolian Nipple Gag in your mouth -- and few can bear it more than
half an hour or so -- you are at liberty to spit it out. It will quite likely be
bloody when you do -- the spines are quite sharp, as you have already noticed.
But as you have seen, when you cough up the ball, your nipples will pay a heavy
price." The Lord of the Scorpions gave her a crocodilian smile. "You are, you
see, entirely in control of your own destiny."
The silver-robed Lord of the Black Pagoda turned to leave and then
paused in mid-step as if he had just remembered something. "One more one thing,
Miss Wu," he began as he turned to face the tortured beauty again. "Since you
have been less than fully co-operative, each time you spit the spiked ball out,
Dao will give you a full stroke across the tops of your breasts with the denxia
cane, before replacing it. Dao, perhaps you will demonstrate?"
And the gaptoothed man, only too anxious to oblige, picked the dreaded
whippy cane up from the floor, and took only a moment to draw a bead on the
alluring upper slopes of Qieu's nude breasts before whipping the cane downward
with a ferocious roar, and burying the Bornean bludgeon deep in the soft curves
of her throbbing breastglobes.
"EEEAAIIIIAAAAEAAHH!!!!" Qieu's high-pitched scream was one of
inarticulate agony.
Then, at Chan's direction, Dao calmly lifted the spiked leaden ball
upwards and roughly forced it between her pink lips, tugging her nipples
violently back upward in the process.
"Other than that, our friend Dao is not to touch you. Is that understood,
Dao?"
Through her tears of agony, Qieu saw a quick flash of displeasure and
disappointment cross Dao's face, but it was gone in an instant.
"Aye, sire. I understand."
"I trust, Miss Wu, that you will be in a more communicative frame of mind
when I return from the theater. I wish you both a most pleasant evening."
And Richard Chan bowed deeply, turned on his heel and headed for the hidden
staircase.
Leaving Qieu with the sharp-spiked ball tearing at her mouth, the chains
and nipple clamps tearing fiercely at her swollen lust-nuggets, and her scowling
gaptoothed jailer slapping the cane against the palm of his hand, only too
anxious for her to ease the horrible pressure on her love-buds by spitting out
the heavy gag.
Because then and only then did he have his master's permission to whip
the soft yielding flesh of Qieu's firm young breasts with the diabolical denxia
cane...
