Chapter 86 The Seventh Cord
The flogging of Ming-tsu's heart-shaped bottom continued apace under
Chiang Chan's watchful eye, as each of her captors tried to force the deciding
scream from her lips, so as to win the honor of the next needle. After each of
the sweating threesome had given her another five butt-scorching strokes, the
dark-eyed temptress saw Chiang Chan raise his right hand while his voice floated
to her from out of the shadows.
"The diamonds, Ming-tsu? The pearls? Speak and perhaps my uncle may yet
be merciful." There was a deathly still five-second pause before Ming-tsu heard
him speak the following words, in a voice utterly devoid of compassion. "Or
remain silent and continue to suffer!"
Mercifully the sharp, stabbing pain that Ming-tsu had felt as the
Scorpions had plunged the needles into her breast had dissipated somewhat, to be
replaced by a lingering, throbbing soreness. But even so her dark eyes were
bright with tears of pain as she looked up pleadingly into the darkness. "I
cannot tell you what I do not know!"
"As you wish," the disembodied voice said dryly. "The seventh cord, Dao!"
Dao grunted his assent and Ming-tsu watched apprehensively in the mirrored
reflection while the leering thug retrieved the long length of cord that he had
cut earlier. Then he approached from behind and stepped into the opening of the
U-shaped pedestal once again.
"This'll give you something else to think about, wench!' Dao growled as he
bunched her silky, sweat-soaked dark hair in his powerful hands and shaped her
raven tresses into an ebony ponytail. Ming-tsu felt him wrap the slender cord
around her gathered hair three or four times, and then she felt a sudden jolt as
Dao jerked at the cord, pulling her neck back sharply.
Dao had done much the same with Cherry Wu during her ordeal on the Nanking
Kneeler. But the bondage of Ming-tsu was to be far worse. Richard Chan's
aspiring dungeonmaster took the other end of the lengthy seventh cord and slid
it into the inviting crevice between the cheeks of Ming-tsu's derriere, and then
he passed the cord between her legs to Chiang Chan's impatient, outstretched
hand.
No sooner had the youngest Chan taken hold of the cord then Ming-tsu felt
the thin rope pressing abrasively against the sensitive skin at the base of the
deep-cleft canyon between her buttocks. A split second later she felt the cord
aligning itself insidiously in and against the soft folds of her vulva.
"Ooooowhhh," she moaned softly as the heir to the House of Chan Chan wound
the end of the rope around his wrist a few times so that the slightest movement
of his wrist would cause the rope to saw against her tenderest flesh.
"So, is my father's concubine enjoying the Seventh Cord?" Chiang Chan
taunted her mockingly a moment later.
"N-noaaiiaahh," Ming-tsu's denial recast itself into a lament as Chiang
Chan pulled sharply on the cord, causing her neck to be pulled further back even
as the biting rope between her legs threatened to cut her in two. The
dark-haired courtesan tried to adjust her kneeling position on the pedestal to
relieve the corrosive friction of the cord, but Dow had tied her ankle and thigh
ropes well: there was no escaping the crotch-splitting rope. In the long
mirror she saw a grinning Lin nudge Zheng with his elbow, drawing the big man's
attention to her futile but sensual gyrations to escape the Seventh Cord.
"You may continue, gentlemen," Chiang Chan announced in a menacing voice.
"Do not forget -- should you wish to earn the pleasure of inserting the next
needle -- that there are two paths to victory : make her talk or make her
scream!"
Ming-tsu's felt the concussive power of the Ox's punishing paddle WHACKKK!!
across her springy buttocks with blistering force a few seconds later. A moment
later Lin's slashing whipcord CRACCKKed!! her behind, as a rapier's cut might
follow in the wake of a broadsword. Ming-tzu had to bite her lip to keep from
crying out.
Dao, shirtless and sweating, brushed the Drooler aside, his cock a raging,
pulsing piston in his trousers. He eyeballed the mouthwatering roundness of
Ming-tsu's buttocks, made even more enticing by the dark-contrasting cord that
separated her amber-gold demi-globes.
"Where can we find that running dog, Luk Yee, wench?"
"I ...I ... cannot tell you ... He said that he was looking for his w..."
WHACKK!!! "Nggggghhhh!" Ming-tsu's body shuddered in an agonizing
paroxysm of pain. But at least she had managed to stifle her incipient scream.
Her tender breasts would be safe from the needles for at least a little longer.
Dao had lifted his whip high overhead and then, when Ming-tsu's answer had
been less than forthcoming, he had winked meaningfully at Chiang Chan, who gave
the crotch-rope a violent jerk just as Dao swept his thongs across the kneeling
concubine's partitioned ass-ovals.
"I'm tired of your lies, whore!"
"Ohhhh ... please ... it hurts..." Ming-tsu moaned miserably, as she
wriggled on the pedestal in a vain attempt to soothe her burning backside.
In his excitement, the skinny, spotted teenager had become more and more
vocal in spurring his comrades on. "Man, look at her wiggle! Give it to her
again, Ox! Make that sweet ass dance, big fella!"
The golden-skinned courtesan succeeded in remaining stoic for two more
rounds of punishment, but each resounding blow of paddle, strap and whip that
crashed into her rounded buttocks, coupled with the nagging torment of the
Seventh Cord, added to her misery and brought her closer to the precipice of
calamity.
Finally, on the twenty-second blow Zheng, the Ox, took a huge wind-up and
ripped into her whip-tender derriere with a Herculean paddle-smash that at last
extracted a dismal despairing cry from her lungs.
"Aaaaaaaiiahhhh!! No more ... I can't ... no .... more." Ming-tsu's voice
tailed away piteously.
"Yeah!!" The Ox exulted. Zheng celebrated his victory by stalking around to
face the tearful courtesan. Chiang Chan emerged from the shadows holding the
deceptively innocent-looking jewelry box that contained the dreadful needles, at
last relaxing the terrible tension on the crotch-burning Seventh Cord.
"No ... please ... not another needle ... please..."
"None of that, slut!" Zheng growled as he showed her the gleaming length
of a crimson-tipped needle. "I won this fair and square." The Ox pricked her
gently on the lowest part of her left areola as Ming-tsu winced in discomfort.
"And it's going in, wench. All the way in. Right up to the hilt!"
Ming-tsu could not stop her upper body from trembling as the ape-like
behemoth twirled the pin around in the beefy fingers of his right hand while he
gripped her right nipple tightly in his left. Ming-tsu could see how the
flaming sleeve had stripped the outer layer of skin from his left arm earlier,
leaving it gruesomely red and raw. The hideous injury caused her to tremble
uncontrollably -- of the four, the Ox had by far the greatest cause to hate her,
the greatest reason to harm her.
The ungainly thug lifted her breast up by its turgid mahogany nipple,
exposing her inexpressibly sensitive under-breast, while Dao and Lin formed a
rapt audience. Dao stepped into the horseshoe to molest Ming-tsu's whip-warmed
buttcheeks with his pillaging paws, while he peered enviously over her shoulder
as Zheng turned the gleaming needle over in his hands. Lin, meanwhile, stepped
around to the front and took up a position alonside the Ox, and lowered his
tongue to Ming-tsu's other breast, prodding its tumescent nipple even as he got
a bird's-eye-view of Zheng's needle-play.
The Ox turned the needle downward momentarily, and slid his fingers along
the undercurve of Ming-tsu's plump, honey-gold breast.
"Soft. Soft like a bird," he whispered in the voice of a child-man, before
he re-gripped the scarlet needle-hilt between thumb and forefinger and turned it
so that the needle tip was positioned just beneath the quivering underside of
Ming-tsu's firm young lust-mound. A more discerning man than Zheng might have
marveled at the exquisite contrast between the softness of her skin and the
firmness of her thrice-needled pleasure-globe.
"C'mon, Ox! Do it!" the Drooler urged, his high-pitched voice seeming an
octave higher in his excitement.
"N-n-no..." But Ming-tsu's plea was unavailing.
"In she goes," the giant giggled oafishly, as Ming-tsu felt the needle
prick her breast-flesh. "Can you feel it, slut?" Zheng asked, as he screwed the
inch-long needle upward into Ming-tsu's tender tit-flesh from beneath.
Ming-tsu groaned, "Yes ...aghhh!!! ... yes..." as she felt the needle-tip
boring its way ruthlessly, millimeter by agonizing millimeter, into her tortured
breast.
The Ox, tight-lipped in concentration, seemingly employing all of his dim
wits to accomplish his simple task, took his time, working the needle slowly
upward, heedless of Ming-tsu's suffering, deaf to her muted cries. When the
muscular giant had finished, Ming-tsu's right breast was pierced from North,
South, East and West, in a multi-colored symmetry of pain.
