Chapter 80 Tortured Breasts
Ming-tsu cursed herself for losing her grip as she heard the metal
framework of the pit clang together noisily beneath her. She was grateful to be
standing on terra firma once again, but she could not stop her body from
trembling uncontrollably as the homely, bare-chested thug who had struck the
decisive blow approached her.
"Yeah!!" Gaptooth exulted, as the torchlight flickered off of his uneven
teeth. "How about a green pin, boss? To match that jade pin she was wearing the
other night." Then Dao addressed Ming-tsu directly. "Three's my lucky number,
honey," Dao chuckled derisively, "but maybe you won't think it's quite so lucky.
Boss, I'm going to post my score at three o'clock."
"Take the green pin on the left, Dao," Chiang Chan instructed, as he
extended the box of needles to his exuberant companion. "Ming-tsu, perhaps I
forgot to mention that the pins get slightly longer, and very slightly thicker
in diameter, as they go from left to right in the box. The first pin of each
color is about an inch long; but the sixth is nearly two inches long and has
nearly twice the girth of the first. These first needles are but dim sum, my
dear, compared to the main course. We want to save the best for last for our
lovely guest, don't we, my friends?"
Dao grinned, and the semi-toothless Chinese thug took the slimmest of the
green headed pins between his callused fingers.
"Sweetheart, I've had my eye on your tits since that night you and Feng put
that pretty little virgin on the Tiger. What was her name again?"
"L-Liu," Ming-tsu murmured faintly, her voice tremulous as she watched
Gaptooth roll the emerald-tipped needle between his fingers.
"Yeah, Liu. Pretty little thing. But she sure didn't have tits like
these, did she, boys?"
"No way," Lin chimed in; he, too, remembered Liu well. She had surely been
beautiful in a petite, elegant way. But her figure was no match for the ripe
curves of this stunning creature whose palpitating breast was about to feel the
jabbing sting of a second needle.
"P-please..."
"Please, nothing, whore. You dished it out pretty good that night -- now
let's see if you can take it! And remember -- If you let go of those rings..."
and Dao glanced meaningfully at the seething brazier.
Ming-tsu tightened her grip on the rings. Even the silvery sharpness of
the needles was preferable to being branded for life with the glowing irons.
Meanwhile, the grinning, gaptoothed thug brought his lips down on
Ming-tsu's quivering right breast, mouthing it sloppily for a long moment before
turning his attention to the perfectly-centered little bud that seemed to peek
upward from the luscious flesh that encircled it . Tantalized by the fragrant
sweetness of her orange-blossom scent, Dao's saliva-wet tongue swept around the
outer edge of Ming-tsu's tempting areola twice and then his mouth closed over
her mahogany love-nubbin. He nursed it quickly to a moist, glistening erection
and then he skillfully managed to trap her taut, tasty nipple in the crevice
between his two front teeth, and then he slowly pulled away, his malformed teeth
serving as the claw of a claw hammer. His backward step tugged painfully at
Ming-tsu's distended nipple, for she was obliged to hold her ground, for fear of
letting go of the rings.
Chiang Chan watched with amused interest; Dao had obviously practiced this
crude technique on other unfortunate women.
Ming-tsu gasped with pain as she felt her breast being painfully stretched.
Then, just when it seemed that Dao might rip her puckering brown nipple from her
breast, the barechested Scorpion reached into his mouth and roughly extracted
Ming-tsu's moist, meaty nipple from between his incisors. He gave her
breast-nugget another quick nip before releasing it.
Then the grunting Scorpion formed his tongue into a stiff muscular finger
and began prodding at the head of the blue-tipped needle that Chiang Chan had
embedded deep in the upper contour of her shuddering breast.
Ming-tsu winced as Dao poked the needle with his tongue. "What do you say
we give Mr. Blue a little company, sweetheart?" Dow smirked as he cupped her
breast in his hand, savoring its fullness and warmth.
"Wait a second!" Lin burst out as he ran and retrieved a torch from a wall
sconce so that its light would give them all a better view.
And Lin proceeded to hold the torch aloft so that the three Scorpions could
watch with pounding hearts and rigid, throbbing cocks as Dao palmed the
green-tipped needle, slid his big hand into the soft valley between Ming-tsu's
close-set breasts, and then with a clever bit of legerdemain made the needle
reappear again, its silvery length gleaming brightly in the torchlight, its tip
poised against the inner curve of Ming-tsu's right breast.
Meanwhile Ming-tsu felt Zheng's big beefy hands behind her, clutching her
bottomcheeks, ostenstibly to hold her still. But the Ox's thick fingers weren't
content to merely hold her in place; they dug into her resilient buttocks with
almost painful force.
"Take a deep breath, baby," Dao grunted, "cause here it comes."
Ming-tsu's entire upper torso trembled as she inhaled. And then she felt
it -- the quick stabbing pain of the piercing as Dao pricked the sensitive skin
of her breast.
"Oh, yeah! ... Her skin is soooo soft ... Look at those tits shiver, boys!
She's as nervous as a virgin. Mmmm ... So nice....And look at those nipples!
Sticking out so nice and proud, like little brown soldiers.... We'll get to
them, later, girl, don't you worry. Bring the torch down lower, Lin, so
everyone can see.... Watch, now .... See how it slides right in, boys? But you
don't want to rush it. Feng taught me that. Just a little at a time.... Nice
and slow..."
"P-p-please ..."
"The pin's only in about a quarter of an inch now, right? But watch how
her nipple's going to twitch when I jiggle the needle."
"Aaaahhh!" Ming-tsu gasped in pain. It felt as if Dao had probed her
breast with a hot iron.
"See? Hey, that got her attention, didn't it? Let's try that again. A
little harder this time."
"N-n-n .... Aaiiiiihhhh!!!"
"Yeah, baby. I thought you'd like that one. Look how her tits are
sweating, boys. That's how you know you're on the right track. Ready for a
little more, Ming-tsu?"
'No... no... It hurts ... hurts so bad..." Ming-tsu's hair had whipped
back and forth so much in the last few seconds that her face was partly
obscured.
"You think it didn't hurt bad when you were shovin' that torch at us?
You've got this coming, baby. This and more. Lots more. And feel free to let
go of those rings, if you want. Me and the boy wouldn't mind giving these," Dao
released the green needle-hilt to cup Ming-tsu's full breasts in his hands, "a
taste of what's cooking on the fire over there, would we, Lin?"
"Oh, shit!" was the only response the pock-marked teenager could come up
with. The thought of holding a red-hot metal instrument against Ming-tsu's
delicious breasts while she bucked in agony, even if only for the briefest of
instants, sent waves of pleasure shooting through his genitals.
Dao leaned further forward over Ming-tsu's sumptuous pleasure mounds. "OK,
honey. I'm going to push it in a little deeper, now."
"Aaurrrghhh!!"
"Hee-hee," Lin laughed maniacally as a strand of his drool dripped down
onto the sweat-sheened upslope of Ming-tsu's love-globe. "Do it again, Dao. Do
it again."
"See? It's almost halfway in, now. Mmmm, I want to see those pretty brown
nips jump again. How about if I twist the needle like this ..."
"Oooww! Ouuhhhwww!! Aaaiiiiaahhhh!! Stop ... please ... For the love
of heaven."
"There's no love in heaven for the likes of you, you lying whore."
The Ox's brutal fingers dug deeper into her asscheeks while Dao's dark
eyes studied the fear and pain in her own, as he pressed the needle deeper and
deeper, taking his time, enjoying the banquet of breast-flesh he held in his
hands, just as he would have drawn out a leisurely meal. The two minutes that
it took him to bury the emerald green needle hilt-deep in her breast seemed as
long as any hour of Ming-tsu's life.
When the hilt at last was flush against the inside curve of Ming-tsu's
breast Lin pounded his comrade on the back excitedly. "She ain't calling
anybody 'scum' now, is she, Dao?" he taunted, to the raucous approval of his
comrades.
