Chapter 78 Whipped into Submission
As the two pillars of the Black Pagoda made their way up the staircase,
Chiang Chan reconsidered his original plan for Ming-tsu. As he watched her nude
body swaying gently back and forth above the abyss, every muscle in her arms
and shoulders strained to its fullest, her dark-nippled breasts lifted upwards
as if in offering, her gleaming, golden stomach as flat as if she'd spent an
hour on the rack, her legs clawing desperately in space, he wondered why his
uncle would have risked losing her beautiful body to the swarming carnivorous
fishes circling below.
"HELP ME!!!!!!!" the desperation in Ming-tsu's voice was palpable. The
fingers on her left hand were losing their grip.
Chiang Chan scratched his chin and moved slightly closer, careful not to
step too close to the downward-slanted grating, and gently curled the lash over
Ming-tsu's shoulder from behind. Then something caught his eye below his feet
and he grabbed the torch from the nearby wall sconce and peered downward into
the pit and saw that halfway into the abyss a sturdy, closely- woven net had
been strung across it. But how had the cat fallen through the net? Then he
remembered -- the capstan! The great wheel he had turned must have pulled the
protective net across the pit. His uncle had sensed that Ming-tsu was
approaching the end of her endurance and had directed him to use the modified
capstan, so that the Scorpions would not be cheated of their sweet revenge if
Ming-tsu were to lose her grip, or to decide to end her suffering.
Impressed, as always, by the brilliance and thoroughness of his uncle's
nefarious schemes, Chiang Chan considered how to adapt his own ideas for
punishing the proud and voluptuous concubine to Ming-tsu's precarious situation.
The idea he had formulated earlier seemed foolproof except for one
difficulty. But then, while his companions ogled Ming-tsu luscious body, the
sulphurous stench of the coals burning in the brazier on the other side of the
dungeon wafted toward him, and he saw how he might overcome the final roadblock
to his cruel design.
"PLEASE ... I CAN'T ... " Desperation had now given way to panic. Could
madness itself, be far behind?
"Ox, return the lever to the uppermost position, while I explain how we
shall proceed."
The lumbering giant dutifully lifted the lever back upward through the two
sets of gears, gradually returning the grating to its original supportive
position, allowing Ming-tsu, at last, a brief respite from her dreadful
suspension. Her splendid breasts rose and fell majestically as she took long,
deep breaths after her strenuous exertions. When she had somewhat recovered her
strength she emitted a long slow sigh of in relief that the grating was once
again securely in place beneath her bare feet.
"Thank you ... thank you," Ming-tsu said sincerely, grateful that the
unbearable strain on her shoulders had come to an end, at least for the moment.
Chan continued. "My friends and I enjoy a game of chance now and then,
Ming-tsu, and I have invented one which I am confident we shall find most
entertaining. We shall take turns, using these ingenious instruments which my
uncle has been gracious enough to provide," Chiang added, as he extended his
doubled up whip and slid the coils of the black lash in an irregular path down
her breastbone, introducing the inner contours of Ming-tsu's sumptuous breasts
to the cool smoothness of the whip.
"The whip feels cool on your flesh, does it not?"
Trembling, uncertain of the desired answer, Ming-tsu nodded her head,
'yes.'
"Do not be alarmed," he continued with a cruel smile. "The whip's kiss
will feel very warm indeed, all too soon. The heir to the Black Pagoda let the
whip trail gently down her torso, enjoying the pleasing contrast of black whip
against golden skin When he reached her navel, he paused there briefly, poking
and prodding the exquisite indentation, and was reminded of the story of the
Emperor's Nightingale.
Long ago in a faraway land there had been a great emperor who was blessed
with many lovely concubines and a single nightingale. The nightingale was a
rare and priceless bird with a song so hauntingly beautiful that when autumn
came, the leaves refused to fall from the trees, that they might hear it once
more. Needless to say, the royal songbird was the emperor's most prized
possession, and it was treated with such reverence that it became accustomed to
sipping water from the navel of the emperor's most beautiful concubine.
But one day that lovely concubine refused to come to the emperor's bed to
do his bidding. Outraged by her insolence the great ruler ordered her to be
beheaded. But the next morning the emperor learned that his beloved nightingale
was so crushed by grief at the loss of his beautiful human fountain, that he
refused to drink, and quickly pined away, his heart-breakingly beautiful song
never to be heard again.
It struck Chiang Chan that Ming-tsu's navel, an exquisite, deeply-noched
oval, was one from which even the proudest nightingale would have been pleased
to sip.
Chiang Chan, still holding the whip he had selected earlier, let the long
black tail slide around Ming-tsu's bare legs, and then he circled the suspended
girl, using the whip as a pointer to indicate to his comrades the concubine's
back, belly, buttocks, breasts, and thighs as other possible objects of
attention.
Ming-tsu's luscious body shivered at each gentle but ominous touch of
Chiang's whip, conscious of the fact that the other three Scorpions' were
visibly excited by the prospect of using their weapons on the concubine
responsible for their painful burns.
A trickle of saliva oozed from the corner of Lin's mouth as his eyes
darted over the lush curves and hollows of her body. Dao's fists clenched and
unclenched as he tightened his grip on his whipstock and speculated as to which
part of Ming-tsu's splendid body might be selected as the first course in the
banquet of torture. Even the normally phlegmatic Ox had fire in his eyes -- and
a huge bulge in his ill-fitting trousers.
"As your host, my friends" Chiang continued, "it will be my
responsibility to select our target. But each of us -- except Ming-tsu, of
course -- will have an equal chance at success."
He smiled grimly before continuing. "But our lovely guest will have a most
important role to play, as well. For it is she who will determine the winner of
each round."
Ming-tsu's breasts heaved with agitation and her dark eyes fumed with
contempt as the son of her lover stared at her scornfully.
"In a moment, Ming-tsu, if you are not forthcoming with the location of the
jewelry, Zheng will lower the grating once again, leaving you hanging above the
pit." Chiang Chan doubled up his whip and extended it, touching Ming-tsu at the
knee, and then slowly dragging the smooth black tail up along a long, lovely
thigh. A smooth whip caressing even smoother flesh, Chiang Chan mused,
marveling at the way her golden thigh trembled at his touch.
But Ming-tsu's shudder at the touch of the whip, was as nought compared to
the one which followed Chiang Chan's next sentence.
"And then, while your nude body dangles helplessly in the air, high above
my uncle's flesh-eating fishes, we shall flog you." Chiang's whip was stroking
her upper thighs now.
"We shall flog you, in fact, until you beg us to raise the grating."
Ming-tsu listened closely to the rules of the sadistic game that Chiang
Chan had invented on the spur of the moment. She had only to beg to stop the
flogging, to return the grating to its original position?
"Whichever one of us gives the stroke which causes you to beg us to replace
the grating will score the point." Chiang's whip snaked across Ming-tsu's
golden mid-section for a moment, before finding the underside of her girlishly
firm left breast. "At the end of the game the Scorpion with the most points
shall be the winner -- and will receive ten pieces of gold."
"All right!!" Dao clapped the Ox across a shoulder. The afternoon would
not only be enjoyable, but might well be profitable as well.
"Let us see ... where shall we begin?" Pleased by the Scorpions' response
to his incentive -- which would ensure that no one shirked his duty -- Chiang
Chan stepped around behind Ming-tsu, inspecting his helpless captive from the
rear. Ming-tzu's spankable asscheeks spilled shamelessly over the black band of
her panties, which now concealed only the lower third of her ripe, rounded
buttocks. He tucked the end of the black whipstock into her butt-cleavage,
using her panties to help hold it in place, while he scooped her love-buns in
his pillaging hands, fondling the delicious hemispheres thoroughly, while Dao
and the others looked on with envious eyes.
After enjoying the bottom that his men would soon set aflame with their
whips, he dropped down to stroke Ming-tsu's sensuous dancer's legs; the silky
softness of her skin quivered at his touch. As her reached around her he was
pleased to feel that the fronts of her thighs were still dewy-damp from her
'shower'. He made his decision. "Gentlemen. What do you say we begin with
these marvelous legs?"
"Yeah!!" came the cry of approbation from his three comrades.
"Zheng, lower the grating! Hold on to those rings for your life, wench --
unless you want to be food for the fishes!"
Ming-tsu tightened her grip on the rings again, and felt the iron bars of
the grating slip away from her slightly, as the Ox lowered the lever to the
accompaniment of the grinding metallic sound of the grating opening once again.
"Again!" Ming-tsu felt the momentarily-cooled embers in her shoulder
muscles flaring up anew, as the grating fell further inward, leaving her
beautiful legs clawing the air once again.
As she hung suspended in space, Ming-tsu considered whether she should just
let go of the rings and slide downward to a certain death. But somehow, she was
certain, the watery shades of the old man, the girl, and her lover had somehow
found their way to the depths below, where they -- and perhaps the barbaric
ghost of Feng the Butcher as well -- were waiting expectantly. Only too anxious
to watch Richard Chan's school of bloodthirsty fish tear every tender morsel of
flesh from her body. Despite the unknowable horrors which awaited her in the
dungeon, the certain prospect of the savage flesh-eating creatures below
attacking and devouring her breasts, her loins, her face, her eyes, was even
worse. She had no choice but to endure the Scorpions' worst and hope for
deliverance.
At a signal from Chiang Chan, Lin the Drooler stepped forward and gave
Ming-tsu a stinging slash a third of the way up her left thigh.
"Aaahhh!!" Lin had chosen a whip with six tails that looked no more
threatening than the long, flat home-made noodles she had helped her mother make
as a girl. But as Kyoto had learned to her dismay at the House of Madame Wong,
not so long before, the rubber tails spat sparks of pain.
Then Gaptooth, who had felt his cock surge with virile pleasure when
Ming-tsu's breasts had bounced as Lin had lashed her, stepped behind her.
Reaching out over the chasm Dao let the tails of his own whip play over
Ming-tsu's delicious buttocks for a few seconds, letting her feel the hard,
irregular-shaped rubber knots that would soon be used to try to flay the skin
from her honey-gold thighs. Then the tall thug drew his cat o' hard-rubber
ninetails back and slammed it squarely into the back of Ming-tsu's shapely
thighs with a thunderous CRACCKK!!
"Aaaiieahh!!" Ming-tsu cried out as the nerve-endings in her legs erupted
with pain. The force of the blow sent her naked body swaying slightly in the
air, while Zheng stepped forward.
"Give her a good one, Ox!" Lin chirped.
"Knock her off that fucking perch, Zheng!" Dao urged. He, too, had seen
the net stretched across the pit below the beautiful courtesan. As he watched
Zheng step foward, Dao took sadistic delight from the fact that even "suicide"
itself, would not end Ming-tsu's suffering. She would be made to endure both
the cruelty and the lust of the Scorpions until they had tired of her. As he
watched a streamlet of sweat make its way slowly down the small of her back,
seemingly in search of the dark, delicious canyon between the curves of her
buttock mounds, Dao felt his mighty organ pulse with heightened desire. By the
sword of Genghis Khan, it would be a long time before he would tire of abusing
this princess of lust.
The Ox, still favoring his injured left arm, hefted the punishing-looking
strap in his right. "Get ready to sing, bitch!" he growled as he launched a
fierce blow with the two-inch-wide black strap that bisected her tawny thighs.
WHACKK!!! "OOOUUUWWW!!!" Ming-tsu's scream bounced off the stone walls
of the dungeon, and reverberated downward into the cavernous pit below.
The blow was blistering, falling just below the other two. Easily the most
vicious blow of the three, it was all Ming-tsu could do to bite her lip to
stifle an outcry. Desperately she tried to tighten her grip on the rings, but
there was no time. Almost immediately Chiang Chan followed up with a precise,
scalding stroke with the single-tail that left a second burning kiss directly on
top of the rosy, rectangular mark that the Ox had left. And this time, she felt
her grip loosening.
"Please ... I can't hold on..."
"Should we close the grate?"
"Yes ... hurry ... please!" Ming-tsu begged as she felt her sweaty fingers
slipping from the rings.
"Zheng!" Chiang Chan ordered, and the giant returned the lever to the
uppermost notch, thereby returning the grating to its accustomed place.
Ming-tsu's breasts heaved with exertion and fear, as she tried to catch her
breath. Now she would learn the cost of asking them to raise the grating.
"Score one for Chiang Chan!" said The Drooler excitedly. "But I don't
understand ... How are we going to remember the score."
Chiang Chan walked around to face Ming-tsu, after testing to make sure that
the grating was solidly beneath his feat. "Did I forget to explain that," he
asked with a strange smile. " A thousand pardons, Lin."
"Ming-tsu will keep score for us, won't you, slut?" Chiang took the
roundness of her sensuously moist right breast in his left hand. The delicious
aroma of orange blossom with which she had anointed her treasures that morning
wafted upwards to his nostrils.
"I-if you say so, sir," Ming-tsu whispered, as she tried to put the
searing pain of the four thigh-lashes out of her mind.
"I do say so, wench! But, tell me. How will you keep score?" Chiang's
hand kneaded her damp breast-globe roughly.
Ming-tsu made as if to lower a hand from the rings to repulse him. But
Chiang Chan caught her wrist in his before it had moved more than an inch or
two. "Have you already forgotten my uncle's command? That if you release the
rings without permission, you are to be branded with the hot irons?" Chiang
Chan knew that his uncle had been bluffing -- but Ming-tsu didn't.
Ming-tsu blanched at the thought of the irons on her breasts; she had seen
Liu's tears and heard her screams, and remembered them only too well. She
gripped the rings submissively again, allowing Chiang Chan's questing hands free
access to her proud-nippled breasts.
"N-no, Sir. I have not forgotten."
The squadron leader of the Scorpions continued to fondle her breast with
his left hand, flicking a mahogany nipple with this thumbnail, as he repeated
his question. "How do you intend to keep score, slut?"
"However you say, sir."
"Do you have paper or pen, Ming-tsu?" The hand had tightened on her breast
now, squeezing it harder than before.
"N-no. Aaah!" Ming-tsu winced at the rough handling of her pleasure-mound.
"Then how will you keep score?" Chiang Chan's index finger and thumb
closed around the perky, brown-tipped bud.
"I-I ... don't know, sir." Ming-tsu's body gyrated sensuously from side to
side as she sought to escape the threatening fingers.
"Do you have any counters, wench?" The strong fingers closed tighter,
crushing the tender bud.
"No, sir. Ahhh!"
"Well, it so happens that I have some counters. Isn't that fortunate for
you?" Chiang Chan twisted her breast-nubbin savagely.
"Agh!! Aaaghhh!! Y- yes, sir." The gorgeous concubine bit her lip to
suppress a moan.
"Would you like to see them, Ming-tsu?" Chiang Chan's talons pulled the
erect breast tip away from her body, elongating the succulent globe.
"Aaiiaah! ... please ... as you wish, sir."
"I do wish it, slut!" Chiang Chan held her nipple captive with one hand
while he spanked her breast soundly with the other.
SMACKK!! "Ouuwwwww!"
Chiang Chan released her throbbing breast and stepped toward the cart he
had prepared earlier. "Here are the counters I have chosen, Ming-tsu. Do you
like them?" Chiang Chan displayed the small container, similar to a jewelry box,
that he had removed from the cabinet earlier.
"They are beautiful, are they not," Chiang asked her softly, as he opened
the box, to reveal twenty-four slender objects. The heads of the slender
objects were of four colors -- red, blue, green, and gold, in sets of six.
Ming-tsu felt a cold wave of fear ripple through her body.
"So what do you think of our needles, Ming-tsu? They will make excellent
counters, I should think Each of us will have his own color and each pin will
represent one point. We will be able to see the score at a glance, will we
not?"
"If you say so, sir," the dangling, dark-eyed temptress gulped in a voice
choked by a rising tide of panic. Surely, even the bestial Scorpions couldn' be
thinking of ...
"I do say so, Ming-tsu," Chiang Chan said with a sinister smile. But we
shall need a scoreboard, won't we?"
Ming-tsu felt as if the walls of the dungeon were closing in on her. As
Chiang Chan's three minions circled her, eyeing her graceful nudity, their dark
shadows seemed to dance a macabre dance on the far wall of the dungeon, as if
they were celebrating her downfall. The malevolence of the Scorpions seemed to
hang in the very air of the dungeon, as cold and damp as a morning fog.
When the silken-haired concubine hesitated before answering, Chiang Chan
clenched his jaw and slapped her sharply across the left breast, causing her
lovely orb to bobble briefly, but deliciously, on her chest. He had dreamed of
this supreme moment since that afternoon in his father's den when he had watched
from behind the gold curtain while his father had treated Ming-tsu's
mouthwatering love-melons to several sharp whacks with his sharp-edged ruler.
And the moment had not disappointed him. Ming-tsu had cried out softly in
pain. But her cry of pain was only the froth, the pleasing outward surface atop
his own cup of dark pleasures. The incomparable thrill of savage lust that
coursed through his veins was the well-aged lager that filled the cup which lay
hidden, rich and delicious, beneath the foam.
'Won't we, I said?" he growled.
"I s-suppose ... Y-y-yes, sir."
"What do you suppose we should use as a scoreboard, slut?"
"I-I-can't say, sir."
"Oh, you'll say, it, whore!" The younger Chan scowled and slapped her
breast again, even harder, leaving an angry mark on the warm outer curve of her
pleasure globe.
"Urnnnnghhh!!" she moaned, but she said no more.
"I'll make you say it, you stubborn bitch!" Chiang Chan roared as he
stepped backward and ordered, "Zheng! Open the grating! All the way!"
"Aye, boss!" The bovine-faced giant quickly dropped the iron bar through
each of the three gears in succession, as Ming-tsu felt a series of jarring
jolts as the floor beneath her dropped entirely away again.
"Flog her! All of you! Until she tells us what we shall use for a
scoreboard!"
CRACCKK!! Lin curled his six-tailed whip around her silken thighs.
WHACKKK!! Zheng slammed his thick black strap into her legs.
THWOCCKK!! Dao scorched her resilient buttocks with his knotted rubber
knout, only an inch or two above her lowered undergarment.
The three lightning-bolts of pain sizzled through her body as Ming-tsu
fought to keep her grip on the rings.
"The scoreboard, Ming-tsu! What shall we use? No ideas, yet? Again,
lads!"
The wild-eyed Drooler wiped his wet mouth and aimed a little higher this
time, catching Ming-tsu a mere eight inches below the silken rope that girdled
her mound of venus.
CRACKK!! "Aaahh!"
Ming-tsu barely had time to draw a breath before the Ox followed with
another brutal thigh-burning WHACCKK!!
"Aiiiiiiiieeaaahhhh!!
And that cry had barely died from her lips before Dao's knotted thongs
slammed into her tender buttocks yet again. THWUCKK!!
"Aarrrgghh!!"
CRACCKK!
WHACCKK!!
THWOCCKKK!!
"Aaghhhh! Eeaaaahhhhh!! Auuurrrrgghhhh!!"
Again the three whips fell almost as one, scalding Ming-tsu's tender thigh
flesh, front and back.
"The scoreboard! ... No? ... Give her three more, boys! And don't forget
how she called you "Scum"!"
"Fucking cunt!!"
CRACCKKK !!! WHACKKK!!! THWOCCCKKK!!!
"AAAAAAAAAGHHH!! I'm losing my grip ... pleaase..."
"Stubborn bitch! ... The scoreboard! What shall we use? Speak! ...
Apparently she needs more persuading, boys ... "
CRACCKK!!! "Aggghhhh!! ... close it ... I can't hol ..."
WHACKKK!!! "OUUWWW!! Please ..... stop ... all right! ... My br ...
" But she could not bring herself to voice the word.
THWOCKKK!!!! "Aaaahhh!!! ... Don't let me fall ... My breasts ...
Close it! ... you can use my breasts... but close it ... for the love of heaven
..."
"Zheng! Close the grating!"
In a moment Ming-tsu's bare feet were once more resting firmly on the heavy
iron bars of the improvised trap door. Tears of pain were streaming down her
cheeks and her raven hair, still damp from her 'shower' earlier, was wild around
her shoulders. The Scorpions once again looked on with delight as her
dark-nippled breasts rose and fell deliciously as she tried to catch her breath.
Her legs were ablaze with pain; but her eyes were ablaze with fury.
Chiang Chan bowed to her mockingly. "I am delighted that we have at last
come to an agreement on a method for keeping score."
Then, looking at his henchmen in turn and bowing ceremoniously, "I believe
that I have the honors for the first score?"
"Right, boss."
"Hey, sweetie! Startin' to regret pulling that torch on us, yet?" Lin's
voice taunted her.
"Look at those tits! They're shaking like fucking jelly! The bitch is
scared now, Ox. Ain't you, slut?"
Chiang picked up a blue-headed pin and scrutinized the inch-long length of
shiny silver, holding it up to the torchlight to examine it for sharpness, as
Ming-tsu felt wave after wave of cold, clammy fear course through her body.
Chiang Chan's voice was at once unctuous and menacing. "It will take some
self-control, Ming-tsu, to hold on to the rings while I tally my score on your
lovely scoreboard, wench. But the hot irons in the brazier are no doubt ready,
should you choose to let go."
Ming-tsu glanced across at the glowing coals -- the irons were indeed
red-hot. She had no idea how she would be able to endure the insertion of even
one needle without lowering her arms to protect herself; she only knew that she
must.
Chiang Chan slid his left hand under Ming-tsu's right breast, lifting it
slightly so that the lambent glow of the torchlight could embrace its entirety.
Almost dry now, her breast was soft and warm and trembling in his hand. He used
his thumbnail to tease her dark nipple, gently scraping the very tip of her
lust-nugget until it stood out yearningly from her crinkly areola.
Then, still holding her breast firmly in his left hand, Chiang Chan moved
his other hand, which held the blue-tipped needle, above the smooth upper
contour of her breast. Then he paused, rolling the gleaming head of the needle
back and forth between his thumb and index finger for a long moment, enjoying
the look of wide-eyed desperation in Ming-tsu's lovely almond eyes. Then he
positioned the needle, point downward, teasingly, just above the center of the
upslope of her breast.
"Oh, yeah! - jab it into the bitch!" A stream of saliva, oozed through
Lin's lips, as he leaned forward excitedly, anxious to witness the impending
torture.
The three Scorpions were gathered so closely around their leader that
Ming-tsu could feel their hot, foul breath on her body.
Chiang Chan feinted twice, letting the tip of the needle press sharply
against Ming-tsu's soft, moist flesh for just an instant. In response to this
stimulus, a pale blue vein, almost muted by Ming-tsu's marvelous honey-gold skin
tones, seemed to pulse in anticipation of the coming pain. Then, as the
full-breasted concubine watched in horror, Chiang Chan pressed the point of the
pin firmly against the upcurve of her breast.
"Now hold still, very, very still," the satanic voice whispered as its
owner slowly drove the demon-needle downward into her lush, quivering breast.
It took her last ounce of self-possession not to lower her arms and slap
the cruel needle away, but Ming-tsu choked back a sob, bit down on her lip and
tried to remain motionless, as Chiang Chan leisurely drove the sharp needle-tip
deeper and deeper into her breast, while a single drop of blood formed at the
entrance point.
When at last the needle was embedded up to its blue hilt, Chiang stepped
back to admire his handiwork. "My friends, that pin is in the twelve o'clock
position. We have twenty-four pins, and two tempting targets."
Chiang Chan turned to wink at his three thuggish henchmen. Did I not tell
you that we would have a fine "time" with this little wildcat?"
He caught the eye of each of his leering henchmen in turn. "Now that I have
shown you how we shall keep score, let's return to the contest."
Ming-tsu held her breath and then exhaled in despair as Chiang Chan gave
the order she feared most:
"Zheng, lower the grating!"
