Chapter 90 Breast-whipped by the Scorpions Part I
The measured tones and the note of finality in the words of the Lord of the
Black Pagoda were followed incongruously by the reedy voice of Lin the Drooler.
"Come on, Ox! You're up. You've been waiting for a crack at those juicy
tits all day! Now's your chance, big guy!"
The hulking giant stepped forward, his huge frame throwing most of
Ming-tsu's nude upper body into shadow, his greedy, piggish eyes devouring her
infinitely vulnerable treasures.
Ming-tsu, long since freed of the constraining Seventh Cord, tossed her
silken tresses from side to side in fearful disbelief as the bovine-faced brute
approached her, an eighteen-inch length of one-inch diameter hose in his
ham-fisted right hand. The thought of his Herculean strength being visited upon
her invitingly out-thrust breasts sent ghastly chills through her nude body and
almost made her forget the burning in her well-flogged thighs and buttocks.
"N-no," she croaked, in a strangled half-whisper. "You can't ..."
The Ox held his left arm out so that Ming-tsu could see once again the raw,
blistered flesh of his burned limb, an arm that would no doubt wear the scars
from her torch forever.
"Zheng's turn, now!" the ape-like figure growled, as he gripped the
hose-length tighter and then slapped it sharply across the outer curve of
Ming-tsu's left breast, smashing one naked breast into the other with a
frightful SMACKK!!
"Unngghh!!" Ming-tsu groaned, as she bit her lip to keep from crying out.
The Ox ogled the reddening mark he had left on her dark-nippled breast for
a moment and then stepped forward. "Keep for me," he mumbled and then he
pressed the end of the hard-rubber tube against the lips of Ming-tsu's
wispy-fringed love-nook and forced it slowly inside.
"Yeah! Ram it in there, big fella! How d'ya like that, wench?" Through
her tears Ming-tsu could see that Lin's eyes were bright with a frenzied lust.
"N-no ... aaaaghhh!!" Ming-tsu moaned as the muscular brute continued to
screw the cylindrical truncheon deep into her helpless body. When it was a
third of its length was inside her, Zheng backed away, mumbling in his cavernous
bass voice, "Don't let it drop!"
"Attaway, big guy! C'mon, Dao! Warm her tits up a little!"
Dao, bare-chested, his thick tongue protruding obscenely between his
yellowing fangs, moved closer, ominously slapping his own nightstick-long strip
of black hose against his left palm. Her breast still throbbing from the Ox's
blow, Ming-tsu glanced nervously at the huge erection that pressed against Dao's
dark trousers, silent testimony to the effect that her bound nudity had on her
captors.
Following her darting eyes, Dao gripped his bulging crotch lewdly with his
left hand. "That's right, slut. It's as hard as the tiles on the emperor's
roof. And it's all for you. But we're going to soften you up a little more
first, ain't we boys?"
"Yeah, soften those tits up, buddy! Work 'em over good!" The Drooler
wiped furiously at his frothing mouth.
Ming-tsu could feel four pairs of mocking eyes raping her nakedness.
"C'mon girlie! Stick those tits out for me!" The sinister dungeonmaster
towered over her menacingly, his arms crossed over his once-hairy chest, while
he casually tapped the smooth, black truncheon against his left shoulder. When
Ming-tsu was slow to comply, Dao reached down and gave the Ox's crude dildo a
vicious upward wrench.
Even though Dao had used but a fraction of his strength, Ming-tsu almost
fainted from the pain. The Ox might be the physically stronger of the two, but
Dao was the true heir of Feng the Butcher -- a latter-day barbarian who had
risen to the surface of the sewer that was the underworld of Shanghai.
"I said, 'Stick 'em out', slut!"
Swaying gently on the hanging Cross, Ming-tsu struggled bravely to pull
herself up tall on the crossbar. Her rounded shoulders ached from the cruel
series of demands that had been placed on them -- the desperate gripping of the
rings above the Whipping Pit, her spread-eagled bondage to the pillars, and now
this, her painful predicament on the Korean Cross.
Ming-tsu could not have been more aware that her more erect position thrust
her luscious breasts out provocatively. Her glorious pleasure-orbs quivered in
fearful anticipation, her brown, semi-rigid nipples stabbing the dank, murky air
of the dungeon.
"Yeah!" Dao growled. "That's better. Much better." Dao continued tapping
the hose-length against his shoulder, while the gnarled fingers of his left hand
reached out and fondled Ming-tsu's palpitating melons of desire, cupping and
squeezing each succulent papaya in turn, enjoying the slickness of the
fear-sweat that made them gleam in the torchlight. "Nice tits, wench. Real
nice. Smooth and firm and strapped up nice and tight. Just the way I like 'em."
The gaptoothed thug continued to grope Ming-tsu's shamelessly-thrusting
breast-cones for another half a minute or so, to the delight of his ogling
companions, and the humiliated, helpless despair of the nude concubine.
Then his mocking leer hardened into a malevolent sneer. "Honey, I've been
waiting to lay into these babies since the first moment I set eyes on you!" he
snarled, and then Dao's right hand lashed out, sweeping the punishing
hose-length diagonally downward across the upper and outer curves of Ming-tsu's
right breast with a thunderous THWOCCKKK!!!
"Mmmmnnnngg,"Ming-tsu moaned piteously; it felt as if someone had taken a
hatchet to her tender love-gourd.
Chiang Chan eyed the reddening marks his comrades had left, excited by the
apprehensive oscillation of Ming-tsu's dark, enticing nipple-tips. He took his
flat, rectangular strap down low and then swung it swiftly upward, letting it
collide with the soft undercurves of Ming-tsu lust-mounds with a cock-pleasing
SMACCKK!! that caused her quivering globes to bobble deliciously before coming
to rest on her chest.
"Nnnnggghhh!"
"Oooohh, good one, Boss! Look at those boobies jiggle, Ox!"
As she choked down the urge to scream in pain, Ming-tsu couldn't decide
which was worse -- the dull, grinding pain of the infernal needles, the
atrocious agony of the breast-whipping, or the The Drooler's maddening
cheerleading.
"All right, lad it's your turn. Put your shoulder into it." Dao barked
encouragingly.
For now it was time for the cheerleader, the young apprentice, to come off
the sidelines and compete with his fellows in this most primeval, most masculine
of sports. The gangly teenager eyeballed the sensual lines of the raven-haired
courtesan's body for a moment as she swung gently back and forth on the
crossbar. Lin felt as if he had transported to a strange dream-world -- a world
of dark and dangerous pleasures, a world from which he had no wish to return.
How else but in a dream could Lin Hong, the homely son of a humble
innkeeper, be holding a doubled-up whipcord in his hand, with one of the most
exquisite beauties of Shanghai utterly at his mercy?
Seized by a sudden impulse, Lin stepped forward and pressed his
saliva-moist lips clumsily against Ming-tsu's even as his free hand worked the
Ox's hose-dildo, desecrating the velvety grotto between her thighs. When
Ming-tsu, sickened by the intimacy of his touch, turned her face from his
pimpled visage in revulsion, Lin scowled angrily. "Too high and mighty to give
a Scorpion a friendly little kiss, eh?" he muttered. "That's OK, wench. By the
time we get done with you, you'll be beggin' me to give you a little kiss." Lin
released his grip on the Ox's whip-dildo and took a step backward. 'Yeah,
honey, me and the boys is going to wear your pretty little pussy out later on.
Ain't we?"
"That's right, kid, and not just her pussy, either," Dao beamed as he
elbowed Zheng, and made a crude motion with his curved fingers. The gesture of
a man grabbing a pair of well-rounded buttocks with his powerful hands and then
slowly spreading them to reveal the tiny fleshy ring between them.
Ming-tsu's stomach twisted up in knots at the thought of these savages
raping her rectum. The imposing size of Dao's manhood and the prodigious size of
Zheng's monster-cock were clearly outlined against their black trousers. She
was no stranger to anal sex; in fact she had introduced Li Chang to that
pleasant pastime. But for all of his virility Li had been, for the most part,
a considerate lover. And even George Chan, who brooked no sexual denials, while
masterfully assertive when making love a la Grecque, had sought primarily his
own pleasure, not her pain. But she had little doubt but that these animals,
Dao and Zheng, would try to split her in two if given the chance.
While these fears raced through the mind of his beautiful prisoner, Lin's
heart was pounding as he thought back on all of the slender village girls that
had ignored his attentions, all of the pert-breasted mountain maidens that had
mocked his homely features, and his lower lip curled into a sneer of rage. All
of the old scores with the female sex would be settled this day, he thought;
all of the past slights would be avenged.
The acne-riddled teenager reached out and pressed a trembling hand against
Ming-tsu's breastbone just above the upper tit-strap. Then he gave her a push,
so that the Korean Cross swung away from him.
As it did, he stepped nimbly to his right, and took up a stance slightly to
the left of Ming-tsu's original position and at right angles to it. Then, when
the nude-breasted nymph on the pendulum swung back toward him, the wild-eyed
teenager backhanded her viciously across both breasts with a resounding
CRACCCKKK!!
"Nnhhgghh! Mpffgghhh!" The pain was blinding, notwithstanding the fact
that the twin tails of Lin's doubled-up flail, had, by some miracle, missed her
dark and tender nipple-tips by the narrowest of margins, scalding instead the
lovely brown halos in which they were centered. How, how, Ming-tsu asked
herself mournfully, could she ever endure many more such blows?
The boy had hit her with such force that the suspended crossbar began to
twirl violently in the air; for a moment she lost her bearings. As her
dizzying spiral slowed Lin stepped forward and spun her around so that she was
once again facing Zheng.
The Ox's huge size and his dim-witted stare reminded Ming-tzu of the
strange tales she had heard of the yeti, the mysterious man-beast of the
Himalayan snowcaps. Such a beast could not have been less civilized than the
hairy, gargantuan creature who had taken up a position facing her right
shoulder.
The slab-faced giant ripped his forearm-long weapon from between her thighs
and placed it against the lips that had refused to kiss Lin the Drooler. "Lick
it clean, wench!" he growled as he forced it into her mouth.
Having little choice, Ming-tsu tongued the stiff black tubing, tasting her
own musk. When the Ox was satisfied with her labors he pulled the
saliva-covered hose-whip down and held it out so that its length touched the
reddish-brown tips of of Ming-tsu's trembling, half-erect lust-nipples.
"Nooo ... not there ... please ... I ..."
"Zheng's turn, now!" the simple-minded brute interrupted her with the same
words he had used before. Then the ungainly giant drew the ebony hose-strip
back about a foot before gritting his teeth, growling audibly and slamming the
black rubber truncheon squarely into the dark-eyed concubine's glorious breasts.
THWOCKKK!!! "NNNGH!! NNGGGGHHH!!!!!!!" It was all Ming-tsu could do to
suppress the scream of agony that rose up from the pit of her being. The Ox's
mighty blow sent the Cross swinging wildly again.
"Bull's-eye!" Lin exclaimed boisterously, as he watched the crimson blush
that coated Ming-tsu's honey-gold breasts deepen and darken. Then as if upon
further consideration, he corrected himself. "Hell, that was a double
bull's-eye!"
By the time the swinging of the bar had subsided somewhat, twin tears were
half way down Ming-tsu's prominent cheekbones and her body had collapsed limply
on the Cross. Then she realized that her gaptoothed nemesis had taken a stance
at one end of the swinging bar's graceful pendulum.
Dao watched the lush-breasted concubine sway back and forth twice more
before observing, "You know, you don't listen too well, slut! I told you to
stick those jugs out for me! I don't want to have to tell you again!"
Ming-tsu had forgotten his cruel directive, but struggled to adopt the
desired position, once again pulling her body higher on the crossbar, so that
her amber-gold lust-gourds were once again presented to her tormentor as if they
were sacrificial offerings to some demi-god of savagery.
"That's better. You're learning," Dao sneered. "Great tits, honey, but we
got to toughen those nipples up some. Let's see what we can do about that."
Ming-tsu's dark-tipped love-nuggets had been in a state of semi-arousal
since the dreadful breast-flogging had begun; even the Ox's nipple-crushing blow
had not entirely crushed their spirit.
But Dao was in no mood for semi-arousal. "Open up!"
Ming-tsu, startled, didn't understand his meaning at first.
"Your mouth, wench!" snarled the gaptoothed Scorpion.
Ming-tsu opened her mouth and Dao quickly jammed the cock-thick strip of
hose into her mouth horizontally, pressing it between the perfect white teeth of
which he was so envious. "Don't let it drop, girl," he hissed menacingly.
With both of his powerful hands now free, the dungeonmaster in training
stepped forward and seized a whip-warmed breast in each hand. He inhaled
deeply, enjoying the tart scent of orange blossom which still clung to
Ming-tsu's breast-fruits from her after-bath ablutions. "Mmmm, she smells like
fresh oranges, boys. And her pips aren't bad either!" he joked bawdily, as his
thick fingers reach for Ming-tsu's semi-tumescent nipples.
Dao began by placing the nails of his index fingers against each of
Ming-tsu's crinkly roseates. Then he traced slow, sensuous circles around her
burgeoning lust-buds, each revolution causing the responsive nuggets to swell
further under his masterly touch.
"Slut-nipples," Dao muttered hoarsely, a broad grin on his ugly face. Feng
had used that term one night over drinks as they discussed the way some women's
bodies betrayed them, even under the most extreme duress. Some became wet
between the legs; others, like Ming-tsu, had breasts which responded with a
shameless sexual will of their own, even while their bodies were wracked with
pain.
Ming-tsu, meanwhile, while grateful for this brief intermezzo of sensual
pleasure in the midst of this seemingly endless drama of depravity, was
humiliated by the knowing, licentious smirks on the faces of the Scorpions. She
cursed her body for responding to Dao's masterful touch,
Dao seized her yearning brown lust-pellets between his thumbs and
forefingers. He rubbed them, gently at first, and then more forcefully,
methodically grinding her sweet, delectable nubbins between his fingers as if he
were pulverizing congealed lumps of brown sugar. Then he bent down and tasted
their sweat-salty sweetness, taking her right nipple between his rough lips,
sucking and nibbling at the swelling bud, and then releasing it, while he turned
his attentions to her other cocoa-dark pleasure-crest.
When he pulled his ugly face away from Ming-tsu's breasts, her nipples were
stiff and straining, damp and glistening. The torchlight waned suddenly, in
response to an inexplicable draft, and as it did Ming-tsu noticed that the
broken-toothed, lecherous smile on Dao's face had been eclipsed by dark shadows.
His mood seemed to have darkened along with his features, as if he had decided
that the time for playfulness had passed.
"The fun's over, slut! Time to get back to business!"
The raven-haired concubine winced as her glowering captor dug the tips of
his long thumbnails against the base of her perky brown breast tips until she
cried out softly in pain. Then, seizing her nipples in his relentless talons, he
pulled them away from her body with such force that he pulled the suspended
cross along with them.
"Aaaagggmphh!" Ming-tsu moaned softly through her gag as the excruciating
pressure on her swollen buds mounted, dimly cognizant of the fact that copious
amounts of spit-drool were spilling out of the corners of her whip-gagged mouth
and dripping down to dampen her luscious breasts.
The gaptoothed gangster released her mahogany breast-tips, letting
Ming-tsu swing away from him, but when she swung back toward him a moment later,
he seized her dark, distended nipples in a crushingly cruel grip once again,
this time twisting them viciously to and fro, sending stabbing flashes of pain
through Ming-tsu's tender pleasure-mounds.
When he finally relented and released them, the tips of Ming-tsu's firm,
young breasts had blossomed into magnificent crests of girl-flesh. Dao calmly
removed the hose-whip from her mouth, making a face when he realized that it was
soaked with her saliva. Then, as his victim closed her tear-filled brown eyes,
he took aim at Ming-tsu's lust-stiffened love-nuggets, and lashed out with a
vicious horizontal stroke, intent on punishing the delicious morsels of flesh
that he had taken such pains to arouse.
But his pains were nothing compared to hers.
The almond-eyed courtesan heard Dao's bestial grunt a split-second before
the resultant THWOCKKK!!! caused her breasts to explode in agony and her
sensitive nipples to erupt into flames.
"NGNH!! NNGNHH!! NGHHHNGH!!" she moaned three times, each more piteously
than the last, as she swung crazily through the air.
"Oh, man! You drilled 'em good that time!" Lin enthused.
Ming-tsu finally summoned up the courage to look down at her inflamed
pleasure-globes, and was half-surprised to find that her burning nipples were
still intact.
The watching Scorpions were amazed -- and excited -- by the sight of
Ming-tsu's bronzed love-buds fighting off the crushing blow and re-asserting
themselves defiantly, dark and thrusting in their uptilted splendor.
Chiang Chan stepped forward, still troubled by the notion that Richard
Chan's ill-temper had been caused, in part, by his failure to extract the truth
from the beautiful tigress who hung naked from the Korean Cross.
More determined than ever to prove his worth as a Scorpion squadron-leader
and recover the missing jewels, he eyed the opulence of Ming-tsu's
fast-reddening breast-globes, while he doubled up the wicked whip-strap in his
hands. A little dazed by erotic excitement, his two fixations -- locating the
missing pearls, and the ripe-bursting fullness of Ming-tsu's whip-tender
breasts -- had swirled around in his mind until they had become intertwined in a
strange erotic fancy.
Chiang Chan recalled having once read about pinatas, the stuffed images of
animals that adults in far off Mexico hang from ropes at children's parties. The
small children attack these colorful paper effigies with wooden sticks,
gradually ripping open the underside of the doll-beasts and then delightedly
recovering the fallen sweets which their parents had secreted in the belly of
the beast.
His mind half-immersed in this strange fantasy, the heir to the House of
Chan edged sideways so that he stood at right angles to the nubile nude on the
Cross. Then he took the punishing whip-strap high overhead and brought it
whistling down with every ounce of his strength, as if Ming-tsu might somehow
have hidden the priceless pearls in her full, succulent breasts such that the
force of his blow might cause the missing gemstones to spill from her ripe
pinatas.
The strap landed across the mouth-watering tops of Ming-tsu's breasts, with
a satisfying, flesh-burning SMAACCKK!! eliciting a long, agonized gasp of pain
from the tortured courtesan, but alas, no pearls.
Ming-tsu was still recovering from Chiang-Chan's tit-shattering blow when
she realized that the Drooler had taken up a position on her other side. The
wild-eyed youth snarled softly and then lashed out with his whip-cord with a
ferocious CRACCKKK!!! catching her flush on the dark-tipped nipples that Dao
had gone to such lengths to excite.
"Ooouwwww," Ming-tsu keened softly. " P-please ... no more ..."
"Where are the diamonds?" Chiang Chan demanded in an implacable tone.
When Ming-tsu merely hung her raven-tressed head despairingly, Chiang Chan
motioned for the Ox to continue.
"C'mon Ox!" Lin goaded him. "Those needles are getting rusty. Let her
have it!
The Ox, meanwhile, had renounced his hose-strip for the atrocious oblong
paddle which he had used to punish her buttocks while she was on the Pedestal of
Pain. "My turn," the behemoth muttered again in his guttural voice as he
positioned himself a little to her right and tapped her right breast softly with
the flat edge of the paddle, as if he were grooving the plane of his stroke.
Then, using a short, compact swing that traveled little more than a foot, the
powerfully built gangster slammed the flat-edged paddle into Ming-tsu's
forward-thrusting right breast with a horrendous SMAACKK!!! that lacquered its
honey-gold roundness with an even coating of pain.
The agonizing, breast-crushing blow sent Ming-tsu's body spinning wildly on
the Cross once again. As she spun around, trapped on her nightmarish carousel of
pain, she was struck by the sinister intensity etched into the faces of her four
tormentors. It was perhaps better that she could not divine from their faces
the degradations that each had in mind in for her in the hours to come.
As the arc of her deranged pendulum slowed she saw that the gaptoothed
dungeonmaster had positioned himself in her path, hose-truncheon in hand.
"C'mon, wench! Scream for us! You know you want to!" Dao jeered. He let
her swing back and forth once more, gauging her speed, then as she swung back
toward him, he swung the length of black rubber across his body, smacking the
side-slope of Ming-tsu's left breast with punishing effect.
THWOCCK!!
"Unnnnnnnnnnnngghhh" Ming-tsu's moaned miserably as Dao's barbaric blow
sent the naked Chinese beauty spinning crazily again, only to be greeted by a
whizzing strap from Chiang Chan that found the upper half of her pain-globes,
missing her cinnamon-brown breast-tips by the narrowest of margins.
But Lin the Drooler didn't miss. When the Ox pushed the trussed-up
courtesan toward the lust-crazed youth, Lin mentally drew a surveyor's line
between the glimmering green and gold needle-hilts that he and Dao had driven
into the opposite sides of Ming'tsu's sweat-sheened right breast. Then he swung
the doubled-up length of black whipcord on that plane, crying out in exultation
when his stroke scored a direct hit, blistering her tasty brown lust-nubbin.
CRACKKK!! "Yeahhh!!! Take that, you lying slut!"
"Stop ... P-please ... y- you're ... you're killing me..." Ming-tsu
whimpered.
"Don't worry wench. No way we're going to kill you; we're havin' too much
fun, ain't we boys?" Dao grinned sadistically. "It's just your hard luck that
your tits were built for pain, baby. And pain is just what they're going to get.
Ain't that right, Ox?"
"Uh-huh. My turn," the dimwitted giant grunted, before spanking the
yielding roundness of Ming-tsu's left breast with another nipple-crushing swat
with his paddle.
SMAACKKK!!
Her breasts aflame in a scarlet sea of pain, Ming-tsu slumped forward again
in her bonds.
"No you don't, wench! Shoulders back! Stick those tits out, honey! Oh,
yeah!! They're getting all nice and red now, ain't they boys? C'mon, baby.
Point those big brown nipples at me!"
Ming-tsu, her waning strength almost depleted, glared at Dao, her
tear-filled brown eyes flashing daggers of hatred.
"I said, 'Stick 'em out there', wench," Dao growled, his ugly face
contorted into a barbaric leer. Then he added in a wolfish growl, "Boy, maybe
you'd better bring me those pliers...."
