Chapter 71 The Humiliation of Ming-tsu
Lin the Drooler glanced from his mentor, Dao, over toward the
black-chemised concubine who watched appalled, as the four Scorpions rifled
through her most private possessions. "Nipple-clamps, eh? No kidding? Hey,
honey, how about a fashion show?" Lin cracked, as he took in the tumultuous rise
and fall of the angry concubine's splendid breasts beneath the green robe. Was
it his imagination or did the mere word 'nipple-clamp' cause her breasts to
swell under the skin-hugging silk?
A moment later, Zheng swept aside an armful of clothes in an upright
closet; behind the view-obstructing wall of garments was secreted a pegboard
from which were draped a variety of leather cuffs, silver chains, a slender cane
and other articles that she and Li had used to discipline Peony and Mila and all
of the other lovely girls that they had summoned from Madam Wong's for evenings
of erotic delight. Hanging from a hook, Dao noted, was the black, split-tailed
whip Ming-tsu had given to Feng to use on Liu. He little knew, of course, that
this was the very whip which Li Chang had used to punish Ming-tsu's shameless
flaunting on the Night of the Forty Lashes.
Chiang Chan studied Ming-tsu's collection of erotic paraphernalia with
interest; more gifts from his father, no doubt.
The four men stared hungrily at Ming-tsu, and she returned their gaze with
equal boldness. What business of theirs was it how she and her lovers sought
their pleasures?
At last, however, every corner of her bedchamber had been searched, each
article of clothing in her closets and dressers carefully examined. Perhaps an
hour later, the rest of the rooms in her home had also been ransacked from top
to bottom in a fruitless quest for the necklace and earrings.
"Now do you believe me?" Ming-tsu, having regained her self-possession,
asked scornfully of the Scorpions' leader. "Mai-Lee's precious jewels are not
here."
Angered by her tone, Dao walked across the room toward her, stopping within
arm's reach. A slow, evil, lecherous grin spread across his homely features as
he reached out and fingered the sleeve of Ming-tsu's dark green dressing gown.
"There's one place we haven't looked, boss!"
"W-what are you talking about?" The expression on Dao's face frightened
her. "You have looked everywhere!" Ming-tsu made a sweeping gesture with one
arm, indicating the total shambles the Scorpions had made of her living
quarters.
"Not quite, Miss." Chiang Chan's voice was icily formal. "Give Dao the
robe."
The silken-haired concubine's lovely brown eyes blazed with fury. Her lips
were trembling with rage as she responded, "Get out! All of you!" I am the
woman of George Chan. When I tell him what you done here, he will have you all
gelded for treating me like this!"
"My orders were to search your belongings thoroughly, Miss," Chiang Chan
countered mildly. "And search them we shall." Chiang Chan returned her angry
stare with a frosty one of his own. "Give - him - the - robe!" The four staccato
words resounded with the sharp impact of a butcher's cleaver smashing into a
heavy wooden block.
"N-no... you can't..." the bluster had all but left Ming-tsu's voice now,
as Dao moved toward her.
Ming-tzu turned around quickly only to find her body pressed against Lin
the Drooler who had been standing immediately behind her. A gleeful smile
crossed Lin's pock-marked face as he reached out and placed his hands on her
robe-covered breasts and pushed her back toward his gaptoothed comrade.
"The robe, Miss," Chiang Chan said sternly again. "Or shall I have my
friend Zheng wrestle it from your lovely body?"
The Ox stepped forward only too anxious to lay his hands on the sensuous
young concubine.
"The robe!"
"V-very well," Ming-tsu said nervously, as she fumbled with the sash of the
emerald robe. The dressing-gown parted in front of her and she heard the soft
intake of breath as the three Scorpions caught sight of her brief, clinging,
black chemise. Ming-tsu slipped the robe back over her shoulders, pausing out
of habit in a timeless feminine gesture, before letting the robe slide down her
slender arms. The curves of her proud young breasts and the chiseled tips of
her shame-stiffened nipples pressed boldly against the silken chemise as she
held the robe out to Dao, who seized it roughly from her, and then ran his hands
over it, feeling carefully for anything that might have been secreted in a
lining.
Just then the Ox seemed to lose his balance. He lurched sideways awkwardly
and his big arm sent Ming-tsu's jewelry box flying across the room, with rings,
pins, bracelets and necklaces flying in every direction.
"What are you doing, you clumsy fool?" Ming-tsu cried as she fell to her
knees to retrieve the glittering prizes which George Chan had bestowed upon her.
"Oh! Sorry, Miss," the Ox muttered in his cavernous voice.
Chiang Chan watched with a tight-lipped smile as Ming-tsu dropped to the
floor to pick up her trinkets. Perhaps the Ox wasn't quite as stupid or clumsy
an oaf as he had thought. As she crawled around her knees, the back of the
chemise crept high up on Ming-tsu's shapely thighs, her spankable, heart-shaped
buttocks took on a most appealing curvature, and the front of the French-cut
chemise fell away almost completely from her succulent breasts.
Zheng towered over her, his thick tongue lolling out of his mouth, staring
at her mouth-watering orbs, like a Bedouin who had just stumbled across the last
oasis between Algiers andTimbuktu. Lin meanwhile, ever the young gentleman,
dropped to his knees, pretending to assist her, but mostly in an effort to
maneuver his acne-riddled face even closer to the inviting cleavage displayed by
Ming-tsu's sexy black chemise.
Soon Ming-tsu's jewelry had all been restored to her lacquered jewelry box.
Are you finished, now?" she begged Chian Chan plaintively.
"There's still one more place, Boss!" Dao muttered gruffly. He had cast
the robe aside and his eyes were focussed on Ming-tsu's skin-hugging chemise.
"Don't be absurd," Ming-tsu said, as she backed away from the hulking
brute. But this time she backed into the massive body of the Ox.
"Search her!" ordered Chiang Chan.
"No!" Ming-tsu cried in a startled voice, as she quickly turned away from
the Ox, but she was powerless to resist the three Scorpions. Behind her, Dao
slid his rough, oversized hands under the chemise and then down into the
waistband of the wisp of black silk that encircled her hips. His thick heavy
fingers squeezed her springy buttock cheeks, testing their commendable firmness.
When her hands went down to swat his away, Dao seized them, and then, holding
both of her hands in one big paw, he proceeded to explore the smooth curves of
her rounded buttocks even more thoroughly with the other.
"You will pay for this, you swine!" Ming-tsu raged, but her words fell on
deaf ears.
Meanwhile one of Lin's hands had dived into the front of her panties,
groping in his artless way for the lips of her sex, while the Ox reached into
the decolletage of the low-cut chemise, and proceeded to grope Ming-tsu's nearly
nude love-mounds while she squirmed in revulsion.
Chiang Chan let the crude threesome have their fun for half a minute or so,
before observing, "I take it that she has not secreted the jewels in the
chemise, Dao?"
Paying Chiang Chan no attention, Zheng slid his other hand inside
Ming-tsu's silken neckline and encircled her other breast. Ming-tsu grimaced in
pain as she struggled to escape from his punishing grip.
Dao, meanwhile, merely grinned at Chiang Chan and groped her bottom
again; the very idea of embedding precious stones in the gossamer-thin chemise
had been but a ludicrous pretext; Chiang Chan had given the order merely to
humiliate their stunning prisoner.
And humiliate her, he had. Tears of shame streamed from her soft, brown
eyes as the three thugs fondled the curves of her body with obscene delight.
"Dao, I have heard that some women have been known to hide small objects on
their bodies; make certain that your search is thorough."
Dao laughed heartily and directed his comrades to "Bend her forward, lads,
and hold her arms." Once Zheng and Lin had Ming-tsu's scantily-clad body bent
foward at the waist, with a Scorpion firmly gripping each wrist and shoulder,
Dao bellowed a fresh command. "Spread your legs, woman!"
"You bastards!" Ming-tsu raged, but the superior strength of her captors
forced her to comply. As the Ox and the Drooler forced her head lower, thus
elevating her perfect rear end, Dao heard a gentle click.
Encouraged by that sound, Dao rolled Ming-tsu's silken top halfway up the
honey-gold flesh of her back, and slid her pantalettes down over her shapely
buttcheeks. His cock became as hard as a fence-post as he studied the delicious
rear view -- the prominent pale pink lips of Ming-tsu's inviting labia, the
stray tendrils of Asian-fine pubic hair, the stunningly delicious, deep-cleft
buttocks.
"Look at that sweet ass!" Lin enthused.
Dao reached forward and slid a meaty finger between Ming-tsu's labia.
"Aaaahhhhh!!" Ming-tsu squealed as she felt Dao's long, thick middle finger
delve into her vaginal passage. She squirmed her hips in protest against the
bestial intrusion, but that did nothing to thwart Dao's molesting search.
Chiang Chan noticed that a strange expression had stolen over the face of
his gaptoothed henchman.
"By the sword of Genghis Khan! I think I found them!" Dao observed with a
surprised glance at the others.
"What?" Chiang asked. He had ordered the search to mortify the arrogant
concubine, not in any real expectation of finding the jewels.
Dao slowly withdrew his finger and displayed a silver ben wa ball, sticky
with the juices of Ming-tsu's pleasure-garden. 'Wait, there's another!" The
thug inserted his damp finger again, located the other and removed it as well.
Lin and the Ox stared at the shiny orbs uncomprehendingly.
Chiang Chan had forgotten overhearing his father and Ming-tsu discussing
ben wa balls. {Chapter 24}. Then, mischieviously, he added, "She has yet
another hiding place, Dao -- search it thoroughly."
"N-no.... please." Dao's humiliating search had drained much of the
arrogance from Ming-tsu's voice.
But Dao merely kicked her bare feet even wider apart, spat on a bony
finger and jammed it three knuckles deep into the winking rosette of Ming-tsu's
anus. "Unnnghhh!!" she gasped at the uncomfortable intrusion. The golden anal
balls were not buried nearly as deep as the vaginal orbs, and the gaptoothed
thug quickly retrieved them, each of them making an odd puckering 'pop' as it
slid out of her tight-gripping rectal ring.
"What are they?" Lin asked. The day had proved to be quite a learning
experience for him.
"They are called ben wa balls," Chiang Chan replied. "Some women find them
pleasing -- when other means of pleasure are not available."
"Some whorish sluts, you mean," Dao countered.
"You swine! You will pay for this!"
"Dao, my friend, we must address Ming-tsu with respect," Chiang Chan
replied sardonically, having just given orders that had resulted in her being
treated with no more respect than the most degraded whore in a waterfront opium
den. "Has she not reminded us that she is under the protection of George Chan
himself? Release her!
Dao rather dejectedly gave Ming-tsu's nude bottom a final virile squeeze
before gesturing to his comrades to let go of her arms.
Chiang Chan glanced at a nearby clock. They had spent more time on their
search than he had expected, and had come up with nothing. As yet they had made
no concerted effort to loosen Ming-tsu's pretty pink tongue.
But the day was still young...
"All right, boys, I don't think that there's much more that we can do
here. It is not for us to judge if she is lying about the jewels."
Expecting what was to follow, Ming-tsu shook her head from side to side
beseechingly.
Chiang Chan pretended to consider her unspoken plea briefly before
continuing, in a voice as ominous as the low, dark clouds that precede a typhoon
in the China Sea. "It is for Richard Chan."
Ming-tsu's heart sank and her rounded shoulders sagged as Chiang went on.
"We shall see, my friends, if she persists in her denials at the Black Pagoda!"
