Chapter 85 The Pedestal of Pain
Dreading the thought of more needles piercing her breasts, Ming-tsu
resolved to suffer her flogging in silence; from the way they had posed her she
was sure her shapely bottom would be their next target. She had felt the sting
of George Chan's lash on her nether-ovals many times -- and Li Chang's as well.
She would endure; she had no choice.
A few moments earlier, Ming-tsu had seen the wraith-like figures of the Ox
and the Drooler moving toward Chiang's cart of instruments in the mirror, but in
the dim light behind her she could not make out what they were doing.
Suddenly she saw a huge, shadowy figure step forward behind her. She felt
Dao step back from her derriere only a second or two before she heard and felt
an explosion of pain tear through her bottom.
SMACCK!!! "Nnnnghhh!" Ming-tsu grunted as the oblong paddle the Ox had
chosen ripped into the base of her buttocks. She realized instantly that
stifling her screams would prove harder than she thought;
She had only a moment to recover before the Ox melted back into the
darkness only to be replaced by the slender, youthful figure of Lin the Drooler.
"Baby, we're gonna set your ass on fire!" the teenager, his pock-riddled
face looking frenzied in the torchlight, muttered. Then Ming-tsu heard a faint
whoosh, and then she felt the whistling strips of rubber scorching her
bottom-flesh.
CRACCKK!! "Ngggghh!" Ming-tsu's body stiffened in pain.
Behind her, Dao had retrieved his whip, and he toyed with her for a moment,
sliding the knotted tails across the lush curves of her buttocks and then
dragging them up through her delicious rear cleavage. He was pleased with the
bondage he had created; the thigh ropes pulled Ming-tsu's lower body forward
ever-so-slightly, accentuating the roundness of her buttcheeks. He stepped
closer, touching her hip with his hand, and then caressing her, moving his hand
down to the base of her bottom, where Zheng's mighty whack had left her warm to
the touch.
"Yeah, baby, it's time," he uttered softly. "Time for some payback for
that torch!"
Dao retreated a step or two, until he stood slightly behind her and to her
left. Then, his eyes never leaving the roundness of his sumptuous target, he
tightened his grip on the whipstock and delivered a ferocious stroke across the
upper curves of Ming-tsu's golden buttocks.
CRACKK!!! "Uugghhhhhh!"
Ming-tsu's body surged forward the few inches her bondage would permit, as
Chiang Chan's steely gaze peered out of the shadows. His concentration was
intense as he took in her fury-filled brown eyes, her sculpted cheekbones, her
enchanting lips and her detemined chin. Then his scrutiny drifted southward,
lighting on the beautiful breasts that were set a-quiver with each stroke, doing
a subtle but provocative dance as they oscillated in and out of the
ever-changing torchlight.
SMACCKK!! The Ox struck again, his hulking figure having materialized out
of the darkness like a bear emerging from the mouth of a cave. The Ox's first
blow had spanned her deep, inviting bottom-cleft, punishing both of her
nether-globes almost equally. But the full force of the second blow fell on
Ming-tzu's left buttock, setting it ablaze with pain. The tightly-bound
concubine gasped in pain as fresh flickers of fire raced through her bottom.
The pain of the paddle was not as focused, laser-like, as the pain of the strap
or whip, but it did more widespread damage, spreading its scalding kiss over a
large rectangular area.
Zheng grunted with bestial satisfaction as Ming-tsu's lower body surged
forward in response to his vicious blow for a fraction of a second, only to be
restrained by her exhausting arm bondage.
Lin stepped forward again, moving as if he were in a dream, hardly
believing his good fortune. He had heard that the Europeans had strange
machines that could preserve the visual image of a person more authentically
than the finest artist. He wished he had one at that moment, to capture forever
the gloriously erotic image of a subjugated female who knelt before him and his
comrades, her body taut, trembling, tantalizing.
To think that a country boy from the land of the mountain lakes, should be
standing, his cock throbbing with youthful ardor, with such a ravishing beauty
utterly at his mercy! And armed with a whip, the symbol of dominance, thereby
putting to shame even the most outlandish fantasies of his adolescence.
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During the crisp starlit nights of the hill country, Lin had long dreamed
of ravishing one or two of the slim mountain maidens. He had pleasured himself
nightly at their unwitting expense. Had some of the village girls not made fun
of his accursed skin condition? Had he not seen them try to stifle their
derisive laughter when he approached them?
He had dreamt nightly of avenging their ridicule by dragging one or the
other of those slim, mocking maidens off to a place deep in the forbidding
forest that blanketed the rugged countryside of his birth. He dreamt of tying
his young victim to a suitable tree limb, of slowly stripping her simple rustic
garments from her developing body and then then flogging her to the blood with
rods carved from stalks of mountain bamboo. In his dreams the flogging would
always continue until the girl had begged him to stop, promising the most
debased, the most shameful of caresses, if only he would lay aside his bloody
cane....
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But those local girls had been plain, drab creatures compared to the vision
of loveliness on the pedestal. Ming-tsu's pain-tossed hair decorated the soft
roundness of her shoulders like a dark and silky storm. Her back was still
blushingly pink from her flogging in the Whipping Pit, and the black thigh-cords
bit tantalizingly deep into her marvelous woman-flesh. Between her back and her
upper thighs, Ming-tsu's lush, nude buttocks were the stuff erotic dreams were
made of -- mouth-watering demi-ovals of desire, paddled to a sexy pinkness.
Shivering, quivering -- waiting for the next Scorpion to strike.
The Drooler wiped at the moist corner of his mouth with the charred sleeve
of his Scorpion tunic as his lust-crazed eyes explored Ming-tsu's hips and
dark-clefted buttocks. The outer aspect of her bottom-cheeks was as yet
unmarked, and the wiry teenager stepped slightly to Ming-tsu's left and then
whipped the tails of his whip downward so that they curled around her right hip,
the tips of the whip torturing the pleasing area where thigh and hip become one.
"Mmnghhh!" Ming-tsu groaned as the blow set her rear end alight once again.
"Not bad, lad," Dao muttered grudgingly, as Ming-tsu's lower body
shimmied with involuntary seductiveness in response to the boy's blow. "But
watch this!" The bare-chested Scorpion eased Lin out of his way impatiently.
"Sing for me, bitch!" he cursed as he swept the cruel knotted strips
downward toward Ming-tsu's burning buttocks. "I want the next needle!" he
snarled as the rubber cords landed with a resounding Craacckk!!"
"Nnnnngghhhh!!" Ming-tsu managed to swallow the pain without crying out,
but the marvelous way every muscle in her back and buttocks tightened in
response to Dao's blow betrayed the fact that each blow not only brought fresh
pain, but took away with it a measure of her strength.
And so it continued, the punishing strokes of paddle, the agonizing kiss of
Lin's doubled-up whip-cord, and the dreadful sting of Dao's knotted whip each
taking its toll in its own way.
After a third set of three strokes, the Ox decided to precede his fourth
blow, by stepping forward into the hollow of the U and exploring Ming-tsu's
pussy, rubbing his thick, ape-like fingers back and forth in her slit, fingering
her roughly while she writhed in shame. But after Zheng had blistered her ass
for the fourth time and Lin had curled his whip-thongs around Ming-tsu's other
hip yet, Dao decided to take her humiliation a step further.
The gaptoothed Scorpion stepped right up to her and spread her buttcheeks
wide, exposing the delicate dimple of her anus to the lustful gaze of his
criminal companions. "Remember, baby, your asshole is mine," he whispered,
before sliding his index finger into her resisting bottom-crevice.
Chiang Chan watched with amusement as Dao violated Ming-tsu's rosette with
his thick finger. The almond-eyed concubine's body writhed in revulsion as Dao
maneuvered his digit around inside her for a long moment, and then removed it.
Dao reached under her upstretched arm and touched his finger to her lips, making
it clear that the humiliated concubine was to lick his finger clean. When
Ming-tsu shook her head, 'no' in disgust, it was child's play for him to grasp a
shiny needle-hilt and give it a vicious twist. And he continued to twist the
needle until Ming-tsu's pink tongue had laved each joint of his index finger
with painstaking care.
Then he picked up his ghastly knotted whip and sent it whizzing into
Ming-tsu's naked buttocks yet again with a CRACCCKKK!! that resonated through
the dungeon like a thunderclap, while Ming-tsu once again choked back her
agony....
