Chapter 93 Raped in the Rock Garden
A few minutes later Ming-tsu found herself being shackled to as unusual a
device as the cellars of the Black Pagoda possessed.
She bent forward in pain as Dao grabbed her roughly and used a hempen cord
to lash her arms behind her back in a painful wrist-to-elbow bondage.
Meanwhile Zheng had dragged an iron T-post with a sturdy base noisily across
the floor and parked it behind her. The beautiful concubine stared blankly at
the strange device, trying to divine the purpose of the shackles which hung from
the ends of the heavy, yard-wide crosspiece which stood about waist-high to the
Ox.
Once the post was in place behind her, Dao forced his naked captive to lie
face down on the bare dungeon floor in front of the T-post, but facing away from
it. That task accomplished, each of the thugs seized a silken thigh, spreading
them wide, and then pulled her body backward across the floor until the cold
metal of the upright pressed against her semen-sticky woman-slit. Then Dao and
Zheng each took one of her dainty ankles and lifted it high in the air and
cuffed it to the rusty metal rings that hung from the ends of the horizontal
member of the T.
Ming-tsu, felt the coldness of the stone floor against her cheek, and
squirmed uncomfortably in her prone suspension. Her legs were spread-eagled and
stretched upward so that her pretty feet pointed toward the massive beams that
lined the dungeon's ceiling. Her nude body was inclined so that her belly was
lifted a few inches off the ground, leaving much of the weight of her inverted
body resting on the plump, dark-tipped breasts which were crushed against the
blood-spattered floor.
Just as the almond-eyed courtesan was wondering why Dao had referred to the
iron T-post as the Rock Garden, the bare-chested Scorpion answered her unspoken
question. She peered over her shoulder at him as he strode over to the center of
the wall of implements. Ming-tsu watched apprehensively as the tall figure
reached high up toward what appeared to be a place of honor on the wall, stuck
his hands into a recess and carefully withdrew a rectangular tray-like object.
Then, grinning a ghastly smile, the gaptoothed Scorpion strode back in her
direction, being careful to hold the tray level. When he drew close, he
gestured to Zheng by tilting his thumb in an upward direction.
The Ox obligingly grabbed a thick handful of Ming-tsu's ebony hair and
jerked her head and upper torso off the floor, allowing Dao to slide the shallow
tray under her naked breasts....
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The Rock Garden, as Richard Chan called it, had been inspired by one of
the visits of his father, the criminal patriarch Jiang Shao Chan, to Japan
during the last years of the Tokugawas.
While passing through Kyoto the elder Chan happened to visit an elderly
art collector named Yamazaki, who, like many Japanese, was an adherent of Zen
Buddhism. During Jiang's stay in Kyoto, his host had taken him to visit the
Ryoan-ji, one of the many Zen temples whose rock gardens attracted pilgrims from
throughout the country. Yamazaki and Jiang Shao had sat for more than an hour
contemplating the austere simplicity of the gravel-strewn gardens on which
peculiarly-shaped rocks had been placed in patterns of strange and indefinable
beauty. While no Buddhist and no philosopher himself, Jiang Shao Chan was
quite impressed with the visit and he often found himself pondering the hypnotic
attraction of the Japanese rock gardens during the rest of his stay in Japan.
Later in that extended sojourn in Japan, Jiang was struck by the Japanese
interest in and flair for miniaturization. Japan was a smallish island,
compared to the vastness of China, and one largely covered with mountains. But,
as Jiang Chao was to learn, a great people had accomplished marvelous things on
the limited amount of arable land along the coasts and in the inland valleys.
Miniscule plots of land had been turned into successful farms, beautiful
gardens, and aesthetically pleasing shrines. Chan was particularly captivated by
the art of bonsai, the growing of dwarf trees, trees so tiny that there was room
for them almost anywhere, but so perfectly nurtured and tended that they were
perfect replicas of their far larger brethren.
Late one night, on the long sea voyage home, a squall flared up on the
East China Sea, and while Jiang Shao Chan stood on the deck of the
storm-drenched ship staring out at the raging winds and the white-capped waves,
he suddenly had the inspiration to combine his two best-remembered memories of
the land of the Chrysanthemum Throne into one aesthetic experience. And to add
to those images, a third, the most exquisite image of all, feminine beauty.
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With the Ox holding her head and neck bent back, Ming-tsu was able to see
the macabre images in the great wall-mirror that faced her -- the rows of
flaring torches, the grim figures of the three dark-clad Scorpions, and the
sinister device from which her nude body hung so helplessly. She could make out
the shapely lines of her legs leading upward to the crossbar, the shameless
upthrust of her buttocks, the gentle slope of her spine, and the pendent curves
of her breasts. And in the dim background behind her she saw the figure of
Chiang Chan, who had returned to the cellar unnoticed, and stood in the shadows,
watching, with an intense but somehow worried expression on his face. When he
saw her look up, Chiang ducked back into the shadows.
But Ming-tsu had no time to ponder this mysterious behavior, because the
leering gaptoothed dungeon-master had finished adjusting the position of the
Rock Garden. He nodded to the Ox who released his death-grip on her ebony
tresses, letting her upper body plummet downward breasts-first, into the device
the Scorpions seemed to call the Sandbox.
"Aaaaggh!" Ming-tsu gasped in pain. With her wide-spread ankles shackled
high on the T-post and her arms bound behind her back she was helpless. She
tried frantically but futilely to lift her tender mounds from the Garden. For
even in the macabre torchlight she could make out the contents of Jiang Shao
Chan's miniature rock garden. The grisly tray contained sharp-edged pieces of
various minerals, that were somehow firmly affixed to the base of the tray. The
jagged bits of stone resembled rocky isles rising from a silent sea of
rough-edged, gray-white gravel that seemed to be liberally dusted with
torchlight, reflecting shimmering shards of what could only be powdered crystal,
porcelain, and glass.
"The boss always has the maids save the remnants if they break a tea-cup or
a vase," Dao explained helpfully to no one in particular. "He used to give them
to Feng to pulverize for his little sandbox. Clever, eh? Who would have thought
Richard Chan to be such a frugal man?"
Ming-tsu cared nothing for the thrift of the tyrant of the Black Pagoda,
except insofar as it had caused him to pursue Mai-Lee's missing jewels as if he
were an avenging nemesis. The tortured concubine lay motionless, knowing that
the least movement of her upper body would cause her soft, lush girl-globes to
wade through the abrasive contents of the tray. If she could only remain
motionless, she thought, she might still avoid the worst of the jagged edges.
Lin had been stroking his pulsing cock idly while he watched these
mysterious but entertaining preparations unfold. When Dao barked out an
enigmatic command, he dutifully unrolled a well-worn mat that had been propped
upright against a dark corner of the dungeon. He carefully positioned one end
of the mat so that it faced the iron post and then, still following Dao's curt
instructions, he reclined on it, face up, with his knees upraised, facing the
iron post, so that the edge of the mat and his naked crotch were just out of
reach of Ming-tsu's mouth. Lin grinned. He was beginning to catch on to the
purpose of the Sandbox. He spread his legs wide to give the beautiful concubine
plenty of access to his swollen genitals.
While Lin positioned himself to his satisfaction, Dao took a moment to
savor the ingenious mechanism of enslavement that he had contrived before
proceeding to the second act of his erotic scenario. The soles of Ming-tsu's
bare feet were deliciously displayed for flogging, and accordingly Dao armed
himself with a bastinado, the thin rod that was said to have been favored by one
of the first caliphs of Baghdad - and by the forty generations of Arab rulers
that succeeded him.
But it was not only Ming-tsu's feet that the Post and the Sandbox displayed
to advantage. The muscles in her calves and the backs of her wide-spread thighs
formed a sensuous parabola as she hung in her tight suspension. Her buttocks,
which had been lifted about a foot off the ground by the height of her
ankle-shackles, were taut ovals of curved flesh that would have seduced a saint
to sadism. And the Ox, who was leisurely caressing a doubled-up strap in his
huge paw, was far from a saint. Meanwhile the moist pink lips of Ming-tsu's
love-nook were splayed by the cold, remorseless metal of the post.
With her arms pinioned and her ankles fettered, Ming-tsu's bondage was
complete or nearly so. Aside from wiggling her fingers and her toes, she could
only move her neck and head. And there was precious little doubt about what the
Scorpions expected her to do with her head.
"C'mon, honey," Lin smirked, "why don't you start by giving my balls a good
licking."
Ming-tsu eyed Lin's crotch warily. The boy's scrawny testicles were little
more than a hand's breadth away, but her tender, dark-nippled breasts would have
to traverse a craggy plateau of pain in the Rock Garden to satisfy his perverse
pleasures. The sharp edges of the stones in the garden stood as sturdy
sentinels determined to repel the soft, curved flesh of their eye-pleasing
invader.
The impatient young man nodded to his mentors.
THWICCKK!! Ming-tsu felt the cruel bastinado sear a thin line of pain
across the sole of her left foot.
"Ahh!"
"What are you waiting for, slut?!"
CRACKK!! The Ox did his part to spur her into action, slashing his narrow
strap sharply across the tempting curves of her buttocks.
"Aaiiiaahh!" Ming-tsu cried out in pain again as she tried to inch forward
the short distance to Lin's waiting, hairy testicles, scraping her pin-laden
breasts painfully through the jagged contents of the Sandbox while Dao and Zheng
gleefully watched her laborious progress. Tears filled her almond eyes as the
dreadful friction tore at her breast-flesh. After an exhausting and agonizing
effort she covered the desired distance and extended her tongue. But Lin
giggled sadistically and scooted backward another inch or two out of reach.
When Ming-tsu glared at him angrily rather than drag her abused breasts any
further through the abrasive rock garden, Lin grew furious.
"It looks like you boys better give her a little more encouragement," Lin
said with an evil leer, and a moment later Ming-tsu felt the sharp sting of the
bastinado across the tender sole of her right foot as it landed with a solid
THWICKK!!
"Aaahhh!"
"C'mon baby, stick that pretty pink tongue out and give those balls a nice
lick!"
"Bastard!" she breathed through her tears.
Sitting up on his elbows slightly, Lin glared at her coldly and nodded to
Zheng. The slab-faced giant crouched low to give Ming-tsu's taut-muscled
buttocks a second wicked CRACKKK!! with his strap.
"Aarrgghh!!" Ming-tsu cried out and tried again to inch forward and this
time Lin did not retreat and she tentatively extended her moist pink tongue
toward the boy's sparsely-haired scrotum.
"Hurry up, girl!" Lin snarled and he nodded to Dao again.
THWICCKK!!! The bastinado fell again, this time on her left foot.
"Ayee-yah!' Ming-tsu cried out. She could not believe that a blow to her
feet could be so painful. She stretched her neck painfully toward Lin, and was
just able to nudge the base of his sperm-laden cock with her nose, and to suckle
one of Lin's balls into her mouth. This time Lin the Drooler could not resist
the delicious sensation of tongue on testicles and he leaned back to bathe in
sexual delight.
Lin lay back on the foul mat with his eyes closed and his cock, a lonely
column of throbbing flesh in the flickering torchlight, fully erect. Goaded on
by occasional and unpredictable slashes of Dao's bastinado to her bare feet and
the Ox's strap to the curves of her bottomcheeks, Ming-tsu applied herself to
the slavish task of licking the balls of the crude, sex-crazed adolescent.
"Ooooh, baby. The boss taught you good. Now my cock - lick it. Start
at the base. Yeah.... Right there ... Nice long strokes. All the way up, honey.
All the way up. Mmmm."
After another minute or two of this tantalizing cock-tongueing, Lin
ordered her to take his organ into her mouth. Needing to inch closer, Ming-tsu
once again was compelled to slide her pain-wracked breasts through the
bristling landscape of the Rock Garden of Jiang Shao Chan.
