Chapter 57 Sisters in Slavery
Chiang Chan's gaze swept over Peony's slender but nicely curved figure.
Then his cold black eyes met her tear-filled brown eyes with the same merciless
intent that Peony had seen in his father's visage during her ordeal at the
Black Pagoda. Chiang was just about to speak when he heard someone pulling at
the massive door to the Pit.
A moment later Dao strode in, fresh from the cock-thrilling breast-caning
he had administered to Qieu, and still peeved that Richard Chan had not
permitted him to slake his lust on the dark-haired beauty who had been his
prisoner for several hours.
The gap-toothed Scorpion looked from one naked sister to the other. "What
have we here?" he asked gruffly.
"This young woman," Chiang Chan explained, indicating the slender Asian
goddess who stood timorously before them, "has offered to alter the course of
justice by buying her thieving sister's freedom with her own servitude. I think
twelve hours would be an appropriate period of time?" he looked questioningly at
Peony.
Having little choice Peony shuddered but whispered, "Yes."
"Well, Dao," Chiang Chan, continued with a smile, "now that you are the new
Dungeon-master, what do you suggest as regards Miss Peony." He paused and then
added, "Remember that she works for Madame Wong, and thus is indirectly an asset
of the House of Chan. So we must be careful to do nothing that would damage her
earning power."
"Can we sell her to the others, like we did her sister?" Lin mentally
calculated the profit from another round of flesh-trafficking.
"By all means; it will be midnight soon. Some of them will be returning
then."
"What say you, Dao?"
Dao ogled the slender beauty who stood before him crestfallen for a long
pleasurable moment. He took in the rhythmic rise and fall of her lovely
breasts, not overly large, but exquisitely shaped, delightfully dark-nippled,
and perfectly proportioned for her slender frame. His gaze traveled downward
over her intagliated navel, her rounded mons, and the nicely trimmed triangle of
woman-hair that framed the soft petals of her love-nook. Then his eyes moved up
lasciviously up and down Peony's beautifully shaped legs.
The gaptoothed Dungeon-master weighed his options for a long moment. And
then he spoke. "The slut looks flexible to me," he announced finally. "Ox,
fetch the Tsingtao Table Spikes."
********
Five minutes later, Peony was lying flat on her back on the sturdy square
table, her paltry collection of bills and coins having long since been divided
up among Chiang Chan's avaricious underlings. Her hips were positioned on the
edge of the table so that her dark-fringed womanhood was totally accessible to
any who desired it.
Peony's predicament was made far more uncomfortable, far more vulnerable by
the fact that Feng the Butcher had made a clever adaptation to the six-foot
square table. On either side of Peony's head, at arm's length from her body, a
pair of thick mug-sized disks had been removed from circular hollows in the
thick table top into which they had fit so snugly as to be nearly unnoticeable.
Upon their removal, the Ox had pounded two long thick pegs -- the table spikes
-- which fit securely into the circular openings. Each peg rose up about a
foot above the surface of the table.
Peony's arms were extended to a tricep-straining width so that they could
be cuffed to the bases of the pegs. But that was the least of her difficulties.
The diabolical Tsingtao Table Spikes allowed her captors to bend her limber legs
back over her shoulders and shackle them to the top of the pegs, leaving her
nude body totally at the mercy of her masters and their sordid clientele. Even
the remarkable flexibility of limb which had served Peony well in her enforced
profession, was put to a stern test by such a cruel bondage.
The Scorpions began filtering back a few minutes later, to find a new
lithe-legged beauty all trussed up and ready for fucking.
********
As the seedy Scorpion low-lifes filed in, Chiang Chan was struck by the
pagan symbolism of the scene, a primitive symbolism that might have appealed to
his misguided erstwhile mentor, Professor Leung. Peony was positioned, nay,
displayed on the table as if it were a sacrificial altar. A virtuous woman,
regardless of her unfortunate lot in life, an Iphigeneia, being offered
ritualistically, and unfairly, to the cruel lusts of the Scorpions, even as
pure young virgins had been sacrificed to cruel and lustful deities for
millennia.
What had the professor said? 'There will be no end to the troubles of
humanity till philosophers become kings?' 'Well, professor,' Chiang Chan said
sardonically to himself, 'in whatever corner of hell you reside, I hope you see
where philosophy has gotten you and this long-legged beauty. It is power which
rules. The power of evil. The power of the House of Chan.'
But then the cynical young prince of the Chan Dynasty looked at Peony's
face. Their was fear, there, to be sure. Fear and loathing.
But there was something else. A serenity. An acceptance. A stoicism.
The lovely sad-eyed courtesan, whose body was about to be sacrificed to the
inhuman lusts of a squadron of thugs, gave the impression at least, of one who
was certain she had done the right thing.
For a single epiphanic split-second the teachings of Professor Leung, and
indeed the wisdom of the ages, crystallized in the mind of the young Philistine
whom nature had designated as heir to the Black Pagoda. But then, poisoned by
his cynicism, that brief moment of enlightenment, fragile as a gossamer web on a
windy day, passed into oblivion.
And Peony was no longer a symbol, but only a firm-fleshed warm-blooded
woman. Lying on a table, not an altar. And it was not wise philosophers who
hovered around her seeking eternal truth. It was men of disturbed passions
seeking dark pleasures in a dangerous world.
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After a few minutes of haggling, a price was agreed upon and the first
Scorpion, a well-built young thug from the slums of Shanghai, strode up to
Peony's desirable and vulnerable body and punched his virile cock into her
tender vagina. To the cheers of his cronies he rode her hard and long and well,
his hands roving all over Peony's torso and breasts while he pumped into her.
At length he came inside Peony and pulled away, his cock-tip moist with
man-lust, to the boisterous cries of approval from his fellows.
The second man was just about to take his place between Peony's thighs when
Dao raised his hand.
"For the money you're paying, a Scorpion deserves a clean pussy to fuck.
Bring the other girl over."
A few minutes later, Lin led Ci-ci over to the table, her wrists still tied
together behind her back. Her eyes were drawn and haggard, but her youthful body
had lost none of its sensual appeal. More Scorpions had trickled in during the
last few minutes, their tour of duty elapsed, and her eyes swept across the
faces of the newcomers, looking for even a hint of empathy, of compassion.
She found none.
For their eyes were not on hers, but rather on her tempting body, which was
a tantalizing blend of fresh, girlish youth and rich womanly curves. Most of
the Scorpions had already enjoyed her ripening body, but not one had tired of
it. And now they had a second delicious prisoner on which to slake their
darkest passions.
Ci-ci, drained by fatigue and abuse, was half asleep and only half heard
Dao explaining something. But suddenly she found herself on her knees, her
faces inches from her sister's semen-dripping pussy.
"Thirty seconds, slut! Get busy!"
It slowly dawned on the pig-tailed teenager that her depraved captors
wanted her to make love to her sister with her mouth. When she made no move to
do so she felt Lin's braided leather strap tear into the soft flesh of her back.
CRACCKKK!! "Unngghhh," she groaned, too exhausted to cry out in pain.
"Get your tongue in there, girl!"
This time Ci-ci obeyed, inserting her tongue hesitantly into Peony's
spunk-slimy love-nook, shuddering in revulsion at the vile taste of the
Scorpion's sperm.
"Time's up!" Dao called. "Ox!"
Zheng stepped forward and with a quick jabbing motion thrust his long
middle finger deep into pleasure nook. It came out dripping with semen.
"Lin -- go ahead!" Lin the Drooler pushed Ci-ci aside and lifted the
braided strap over his head and whipped it down between Peony's widely-splayed
thighs.
"SMACCKK!!! "AAARRRRRGHHHHHH"
"By the sword of Kublai Khan, you stung her clit with that one, Lin. Good
lad!"
Peony's animalistic cry of agony seemed to clear away some of the cobwebs
that clouded Ci-ci's befogged brain. After congratulating Lin for his accuracy
Dao seemed to be addressing her again.
"I'm only going to tell you this one more time, you thieving little slut.
You're going to clean your precious sister out with your tongue in between
customers. You've got thirty seconds to do it. After that Ox is going to jam
his big finger into your sis. If he comes out with no 'cum', no problem. If he
comes out with a little, Lin's going to give your sister a stinger across her
pretty legs. If Ox comes out with a lot of cum on his finger, she gets it
across the pussy again! That's your incentive to do a good job licking her
clean. You got it?"
Ci-ci nodded despairingly, and watched as the second Scorpion, a stocky
former farmer from the province of Szechuan, strode up to the table and after a
few practiced pulls at his swollen man-shaft, he drove it deep into Peony's
glistening pussy.
Meanwhile Dao motioned to the third man, another wild-eyed young savage
from the mean streets of Shanghai, to approach the table from the other side. A
few seconds later the third man had pulled his cock from his trousers and
placed it within reach of Peony's soft lips. When she did not immediately
respond to his invitation to take him into her mouth, the sadistic young
gangster wrapped his hands around Peony's breasts and squeezed her love-cones
brutally until she relented and accepted his thug-cock into her mouth, while the
farmer from Szechuan plowed her feminine furrow vigorously.
When he finished, Ci-ci's face was thrust into her sister's spread-eagled
love-nest once again, and this time Ci-ci did the best she possibly could, using
her tongue to clean Peony's vagina, hoping desperately to spare her brave sister
any more pain.
But when the thirty seconds was up, the Ox stepped forward again, and
rammed his middle finger deep into Peony again. This time it was judged that
the amount of semen Ci-ci had left behind was modest, and accordingly Lin lashed
at Peony's sleek hyper-extended thighs rather than her vulnerable pussy. But
even such a blow, across thighs whose skin was stretched to a delectable
tautness, fell and felt like a whiplash of almost incomparable savagery.
And so it went, one man following another, with Peony warming up one man
with her mouth while the man of the moment pounded away at her gaping pussy.
Even nature conspired against the beautiful enslaved sisters - the Ox's
finger was far longer than Ci-ci's tongue, and so, at the conclusion of nearly
every encounter, the Ox would remove the finger that he had plunged deep into
Peony, dripping with Scorpion-lust. And that dripping finger was the signal for
Lin to launch another cruel strap-lash at Peony's bottom and thighs. A state
of affairs which only worsened Ci-ci's overwhelming feelings of guilt for having
put her sister in the hands of their barbaric captors.
Dao had been the fifth to take a turn, and he had cock-punished Peony with
remarkable energy and stamina. The stamina, if not the energy, was not doubt
attributable to the fact that the gaptoothed dungeon-master had pleasured
himself several times while applying the denxia cane to the resilient flesh of
Qieu's rounded breasts. To his credit, Dao acquitted himself nobly on the
energy side as well, pumping his thick-veined phallus into Peony's juicy quim
with admirable elan until he fired his male-juice deep into her vagina.
A couple of hours later Lin embarrassed himself by ejaculating prematurely
almost as soon as Peony had taken him into her mouth. Shamed by the derisive
laughter of his comrades, he took his anger out on Peony, by lighting a two-inch
diameter candle and spending the next hour or two dripping sizzling hot wax down
onto Peony's belly and breasts even as one or more Scorpions ravaged the brave
beautiful courtesan.
Chiang Chan had watched the proceedings with the practiced eye of a voyeur
most of the night before becoming an active participant in the Scorpion rape.
Zheng, too, had been importuned by his comrades to wait until everyone else had
had a crack at Peony's pussy. Because invariably his mammoth weapon so
stretched a woman's vaginal channel that those who followed in his path were
cheated of the pleasure of a tight-clenching cunt trying to fight off an
intrusive male member.
*******
By late morning Chiang Chan had been summoned to the Black Pagoda for his
instructions vis-a-vis Ming-tsu. And thus it was that upon his return to the
Pit, in search of his men, after his interview with Richard Chan, he saw the two
feminine figures, Peony and Ci-ci, stumbling out into the sunlight, Ci-ci
crying and gesticulating half-incoherently, as her sister supported her while
Peony tried to erase from her own mind the dreadful memory of the finale to her
twelve-hour ordeal -- the punishing, pile-driving pounding the Ox had subjected
her to.
Chiang Chan watched the two women stagger toward the main road for a long moment
before turning his back on them and entering the Pit. He quickly roused Dao,
Lin and Zheng.
"Get dressed. Quickly. My uncle has given orders that we are to bring
Ming-tsu to the Black Pagoda.
Three sleepy jaws dropped at this startling news. Richard Chan was
summoning the bewitchingly seductive concubine of his own brother for an
'interview' at the Black Pagoda?
While his three comrades hurriedly dressed, Chiang Chan recalled the erotic
scene he had secretly observed in his father's den -- had it only been three
days ago? -- during which his virile father had ravaged Ming-tsu's 'unfolding
lotus'. Had it been only three days since George Chan had made Ming-tsu' ben-wa
balls click together like well struck snooker balls? Had it been only three day
since he had seen his father rap his tempting concubine's lustily pointed
nipples with a ruler and wished to heaven that it had been he, Chiang Chan who
had been wielding the ruler? Or perhaps something even more substantial?
No man could say what the future held. But if the stars ordained that a
certain day in the life of a man inclan encounter with the exotic Ming-tsu,
it would surely be a day not soon forgotten.
