Chapter 79 The Scorpions' Plaything
A few moments and a series of discordant metallic sounds later, Ming-tsu
was once again dangling from the rings, her feet searching desperately for a
foothold on the inclined grating.
Chiang Chan strode around her slowly, scrutinizing her golden body,
admiring the strain that stretched every sinew and the tension that tightened
every tendon in her suspended body. Ming-tsu's tempest-tossed hair was an
ebony waterfall that rushed headlong down her uplifted shoulders, while her dark
eyes raged with incandescent defiance. Chiang's probing eyes took in every inch
and every curve of his father's concubine's delicious form before making his
decision. "For round two, my friends, we shall stay with the backs of these
pretty legs."
Ming-tsu glanced down at the sparkling, sapphire-blue needle-hilt that her
lover's son had driven agonizingly deep into the upslope of her right breast,
and wondered desperately how her soft breasts could possibly endure being
similarly pierced two dozen times, once with each pin in Chiang Chan's box of
horrors. One breast-needle had been painful enough; the thought of her
pleasure-mounds being subjected to such torture twenty-four times was
inconceivable.
The four sinister Scorpions edged closer to the center of the Whipping Pit,
each of them save for their leader standing obliquely behind Ming-tsu, within
flogging distance of the squirming dark-haired beauty, their well-chosen whips
at hand. Ming-tsu's mind raced as she tried to force herself to concentrate on
hope rather than fear, on survival rather than terror and agony.
How could she forestall her tormentors? Would they eventually grow weary?
Could she perhaps arouse them sexually, distract them from their foul purpose
with her enticing body? For rape, even cruel, vicious rape by this pack of
ravenous wolves, would probably be less dreadful than the torments to which she
would be subjected. Ming-tsu bit into the sensual curve of her bee-stung lower
lip, as she waited for the Scorpions to strike, wondering how she might
seduce, distract or dissuade them from the labors they so clearly enjoyed.
Lin the Drooler watched Ming-tsu's shapely legs sway beneath her for a
moment or two and then he struck, sweeping his six-thonged whip around her
lower thighs with a resounding Cracckk!! so that the stinging tails wrapped
Ming-tsu's pretty legs in flames.
Ming-tsu was still gasping in pain when Dao stepped forward, his
lust-crazed eyes never leaving Ming-tsu's tantalizing buttock cleavage. Perhaps
because of her suspension, Ming-tsu's silken panties had inched even further
southward, forming an inch-wide black silken band across the lower quarter of
her bottom ovals. Dao hefted the hard rubber whip-knots in his hand for a
moment while he enjoyed the vista of Ming-tzu's inviting ass-crease. The
hulking Scorpion remarked to himself that he would curse the Chans and all their
generations if his pulsing manhood did not find his way into Ming-tsu's
tightly-clenched nether entrance this day. Then the ill-featured enforcer
lifted his whip high and Thwockked!! the hard rubber knots into the meat of
Ming-tsu's athletic thighs.
"Aarrgghhh!" the dark-haired beauty cried out, as her legs danced
invitingly in the air, and her buttocks ground in sinuous, sensuous circles. In
the great mirror Ming-tsu watched her voyeurs watching her, as they delighted in
her gyrations, searching their eyes, their faces, their souls for a weakness
that she could probe.
"Look at that sweet ass wriggle, Zheng!" Gaptooth muttered in a voice
encrusted with lechery.
Ming-tsu's body gave an involuntary shudder as the giant stepped forward.
His long arm reached out over the edge of the opening in the dungeon floor and
he slid the tip of the doubled-up strap he carried down the enticing crevice
between her buttocks.
"You think it's wriggling now? Watch this!" the Ox replied. He walked
around in front of Ming-tsu and extended his left arm, so that Ming-tsu could
see that it was raw from the flames that had enveloped his shirt earlier. "You
burned my arm, cunt." the Ox growled in a voice filled with hatred. "Burned it
bad. But its my turn now." Then he returned do his position behind her.
The dim-witted man-child might be the most dangerous of the lot, Ming-tsu
thought, a moment before a shattering WHACKK!! devastated the backs of her
pretty thighs and reverberated through the dungeon. Ming-tsu could not see the
broad scarlet stripe the burly behemoth had painted across the tops of her
thighs, but she felt it in the innermost core of her body.
Dao noted that the Ox had been as good as his word -- Ming-tsu's pelvis
and legs seemed to be enveloped in a paroxysm of pain, as her rounded buttocks
twitched furiously, while her burning legs sawed the air as if she were swimming
in a sea of fire. Her frantic clawing with her hands indicated that Zheng's
ferocious blow had almost caused her to release her grip on the life-saving
rings.
"Ooouuuwwwww!!" she moaned
"That's it! Make the lying slut dance, Ox!" Lin exlaimed with enthusiasm.
The Drooler felt as if he were in a dream, a most unexpected and pleasant
dream. Who among his chums in the mountains would have believed a week ago that
a few days hence one of their number would be taking an eager and active hand in
the sexual torture of one of the most beautiful courtesans in China?
The flickering, shimmering light from the wall torches made the blue
needle-hilt in her breast glisten even as it enhanced the beauty of Ming-tsu's
writhing figure. Chiang Chan watched her perspiring body sway back and forth on
the rings, his eyes glued to the inviting thatch between her slim, sensuous
legs. He acknowledged to himself that his father, as usual, had been proved
right. His gorgeous concubine certainly did have both courage and stamina to
match her beauty.
But, he thought, as a cruel smile crossed his lips, the day was still
young. The dark-eyed beauty would need every ounce of her courage and stamina
in the hours to come.
"The jewels, whore! Where are they?" Chiang Chan asked.
"I have told you. I don'..."
CRACKKK!! The younger Chan wrapped his long, black singletail around
Ming-tsu's supple thighs.
"Aiiaghhh!!"
"The truth, woman!"
"I - I ..."
"Lin - continue."
"And put your back into it this time, boy," Dao taunted the youngster
good-naturedly. "Last time you swung like a girl!"
Goaded by this insult to his young manhood, the Drooler scowled and mopped
at the frothy corner of his mouth with a filthy sleeve. He eyed the
sweated-sheened golden thighs that danced so attractively in space for a long
moment and then Cracckked!!! the wicked thongs of his whip across the back of
Ming-tsu's tender legs again.
"Oooooooohhhh," Ming-tsu moaned. There had been nothing girlish about that
stroke of the whip, Ming-tsu thought, as the heat from his blow radiated up and
down her bare thighs.
One by one the violent lashes continued to fall on Ming-tsu's tawny thighs,
as with each succeeding blow her golden skin tones pinkened and then became rosy
under the Scorpions' withering assault.
"You've got to give her one thing. She's tough," Chiang Chan volunteered
with grudging admiration after Dao slashed her viciously with his knotted
scourge.
"P-please..." Ming-tsu gasped as she felt her grip weakening on the rings.
Luckily for her, her four tormentors had quickly fallen into a certain rhythm,
which made it a little easier to anticipate most of their blows. She had
learned that if she took a deep breath a certain length of time after each
withering stroke, she was more prepared for the next.
"I'll give her something all right, the lying bitch!" The gruff voice of
the Ox proclaimed. Much the largest of the four men, his blows were the most
punishing; Ming-tsu had really had to brace herself when it was his turn. Each
blow of his heavy strap felt as if it had stripped a layer of skin from her
body.
And this one was no exception. The dim-witted giant slammed his strap into
the tempting transitional zone where Ming-tsu's rounded, honey-hued buttocks
melted deliciously into supple golden thighs. Had she been standing on a solid
surface, Ming-tsu felt certain, the blow would have lifted her off the ground.
After a dozen blows, Ming-tsu was bathed in a fine film of perspiration and
she felt as if she were hanging onto the rings by her fingernails. Chiang Chan
stood in front of her staring at her lush nudity. It was remarkable, he thought
to himself, how the simple act of suspension enhanced the appeal of a woman's
torso. How it flattened an already flat stomach, and how it seemed to narrow an
already narrow waist. How her enforced elongation made the soft woman-flesh on
Ming-tsu's mid-section cling lovingly to the converging inward sweep of her
ribcage; and how those gently protruding bones in turn seemed to provide an
architectonic contrast to the soft roundness of her proudly uplifted
breast-domes, with their perfectly-centered spires.
Over Chiang's shoulder, in the mirror, Ming-tsu watched the three
Scorpions huddling together behind her whisper conspiratorially to each other.
Lin suddenly emerged from the parley and swept his six-fingered lash across her
legs with all the force at his disposal. CRACK!! Then, when she had only begun
to absorb the pain from that blow, Gaptooth echoed the Drooler's stroke with one
of his own half a second later. THWOCKK!! the horrible knots tortured her tender
flesh in precisely the same area the Drooler had softened up.
"Aaagghh! Help! I can't hold on!" Ming-tsu begged as her fingers
feverishly clawed at the rings.
Chiang Chan reacted quickly. "Close the grating, Ox." Than the young
leader of the Black Scorpions gave Ming-tsu a gloating smile which seemed to
portend unspeakable suffering. "So that Dao can tally his score."
