Chapter 97 Martyred Breasts
The two men jerked the beautiful, beleaguered concubine to her feet and
pulled her across the cavernous room toward a narrow but sturdy, waist-high
table, which Ming-tsu remembered from her fruitless search of the dungeon. Atop
it coils of various types of rope and lengths of all manner of chains had been
neatly stacked alongside straps and fetters and manacles of every description.
Smiling enigmatically, Chiang ordered Ming-tsu to remove the various
articles from the table and set them neatly on the floor. She glared at him
with angry eyes, but Dao repaid her for her insolence by forcing her body
against the edge of the table. Then the dungeon-master seized a broad strap
from among those lying on the table and gave her three swift, sharp blows across
her rosy-gold bottom-cheeks. The sharp sting of the strap soon convinced
Ming-tsu that there was little point in defying such an innocuous order and she
began clearing the wooden table.
As Chiang Chan watched her graceful movements it struck him that there
was something very appealing about watching his father's concubine prepare the
stage for her next round of suffering. As the naked courtesan leaned forward to
retrieve an armful of rope from the table, before gracefully dipping down to
place it neatly on the dungeon floor, it occurred to Chiang that his father had
trained her well. Despite her fierce and indomitable pride and the fury in her
dark eyes, there was a beguiling submissiveness and humility in the way she way
she moved to performed this simple task. Whether standing, bending or kneeling,
the lines of her body seemed to form themselves into gentle curves that would
have pleased the eye of the most jaded sexual epicure.
But by the time the lithe beauty had finished done clearing the table,
Chiang Chan was no longer the aesthete, but once again a ruthless man, bent on
asserting his will.
"On the table!"
Ming-tsu saw the menace in his dark eyes and hesitated - for the sides
of the table were lined with evil-looking straps and shackles. But only
briefly, because at a signal from Chiang, Dao collared her from behind, picked
her up bodily and slammed her down on her back onto the sturdy table.
The table was only slightly longer than Ming-tsu was tall, and was made
more uncomfortable by the fact that, despite her frantic struggles, Dao was able
to pull her body toward one end of the table so that her neck and head hung down
over the edge.
Meanwhile Chiang Chan had slipped out of his clothing, climbed onto the
table and slid his body onto hers. Ming-tsu fought with amazing strength,
considering all she had been through, but Chiang slowly wrestled his way to
mastery of her slim body, reveling in the feel of her sweaty, satiny thighs
against his. After a brief but violent struggle, Ming-tsu's resistance waned,
and she lay still beneath him, her nipples taut darts pressing against his manly
chest.
Just as Chiang Chan was congratulating himself on overpowering the
furious vixen, he relaxed slightly and Ming-tsu freed a wrist and raked her
nails down the left side of his face, drawing blood.
" Argghhhh!! You insolent slut!" Chiang roared as he wiped at the gash
on his face before wrestling his naked captive into submission again. "So it's
games you want to play, is it, slut? Well, I know a few games, too, wench! Put
the collar and wristlets on her!" Chiang barked as he pinned Ming-tsu's wrists
to the table. "Hurry!"
Dao bent down and retrieved a black leather collar from among the items
that Ming-tsu had removed from the stable. He stepped forward and slipped the
collar, from which hung a pair of hasp-like devices, around Ming-tsu's pretty
neck and jerked the ends of the collar until they were chokingly tight before
buckling them together in the hollow of her throat.
Then Dao took their horizontal captive's offending right wrist from
Chiang Chan, and enclosed it in a collar-matching wristlet with a chain no
longer than a knuckle and pulled the prone girl's elbow straight back until it
pointed directly upward, before fastening the chain to the hasp on the right
side of her collar. Next to her ear, Ming-tsu heard the ominous, faintly
audible click of a lock falling into place. Manacles such as these would not be
easily removed.
It took no more than a moment for the bare-chested thug to repeat the
process on her other arm, so that both of Ming-tsu's wrists were shackled to the
collar around her neck, which hung downward off the edge of the table. The
choke-strap would have been child's play to remove had it been buckled in back
within reach of her fingers; but with her wrists tightly fettered to the sides
of the collar, the constricting buckle at her throat was as impregnable as the
Great Wall.
Ming-tsu continued to thrash about, kicking frantically with her legs,
but now that she had been deprived of the use of her hands, Chiang Chan was able
to slide his body up hers without much difficulty, until he was straddling her
midsection.
"We're going to play my game now, wench. It's called 'Tame the
Wildcat!"
"Ay, she is that, boss," Dao grunted goodnaturedly. "But I like a wench
with spirit."
"There's a difference between a wench with spirit and a spitfire like
this one, Dao. But I'll teach the Tigress to claw her betters!"
Chiang had inched his way up Ming-tsu's flat stomach until he was sitting
astride her rib cage. The tight wrists-to-collar bondage gave Ming-tsu's
love-mounds a pleasing upward lift, and Chiang slid forward until his ruddy,
dark-veined penis lay atop her breastbone, bisecting her whip-streaked breasts.
The dark-haired concubine winced the moment Chiang's hands lightly brushed
against her breasts, which were still painfully sore from the dreadful flogging
she had endured prior to their lacerating journey through the Rock Garden. A
thin red rivulet flowed from a gash on the outer slope of her right breast,
which had tried to scrape past a particularly jagged stalagmite, but had paid a
dear price to do so.
Meanwhile Chiang Chan's hands toyed with the bright-colored pinheads that
quartered Ming-tsu's breasts. "The jewels, slut! Where are they?" Chiang
Chan's eyes were intense as he poked at the pins with one hand, while with the
other he slapped her unbloodied left breast with a series of crisp blows --
forehand, backhand; forehand, backhand.
"Yeah, that's it!" Dao exhorted him, as he watched Ming-tsu's splendid
breasts redden under the barrage of blows. " Smack 'em, boss!! Make those
babies bounce!!"
Ming-tsu tried to protect her treasures by making quick movements with her
shoulders and trying to block the punishing slaps with her pinioned elbows, but
to little avail. Despite her frantic gyrations, she was unable to protect both
of her breasts at the same time, and Chiang Chan responded to Dao's urging by
spanking Ming-tsu's upthrust tits several more times. In his excitement he
hardly noticed that the tiny cut on her right breast had widened slightly and
that traces of liquid scarlet had spread to his hands and from there to her
other breast.
Ming-tsu groaned with pain at this rough treatment, but her discomfort was
of no concern to the heir to the House of Chan. When he had slapped both of
Ming-tsu's lust-turrets to a blushing, blood-streaked crimson, he slid his hands
into position around both delicious globes, and placed his thumbs so that they
just touched the brightly colored hilts of the six-o'clock needles that he and
his men had plunged into the undercurves of her breasts.
"Alright, you thieving feline," he snarled, "Where are the jewels, woman!!
Speak!!"
Ming-tsu could feel his thumbs poised against the needle-hilts. But there
was no escape. "I - I don't ..."
"Bah!!" Chiang snarled. And then he pressed inward with his thumbs, even
as his nimble fingers caressed the ripeness of her breasts.
Ming-tsu's body tensed with pain as the needles dug deeper, but it was not
until Chiang's fingers fell away to the outer contours of her breasts and
exerted pressure against the pinheads there, even as he redoubled the force that
he was applying with his thumbs that she screamed.
Aaiiiaghhhh!!" Ming-tsu's body surged upward in agony, but she was unable
to throw off her tormentor.
"How about I shut her up, boss?" Dao growled.
With his cock pulsing wildly on Ming-tsu's writhing chest, Chiang Chan
glanced at the gaptoothed villain at the end of the table. Dao had pulled his
trousers partways down and his plum-sized testicles hung down from his crotch in
front of Ming-tsu's inverted mouth like a pair of hairy fruits.
The heir to the Black Pagoda was longing to feel his father's concubine's
palm-warmed breasts around his swollen cock, but the two needles that he and his
cronies had jammed into the inner curves of Ming-tsu's breasts remained a
hindrance.
"Go ahead, my friend," Chiang grunted as his fingers closed on one of the
troublesome pinheads.
Dao inched closer, pressing his hairy ball-sac against Ming-tsu's mouth and
then fed her his repulsive scrotum-eggs, as if he were asking her to breathe new
life into his lust-drained testicles. "Suck those big, hairy balls, slut! Get
me nice and hard! Do a good job, and maybe I'll go easy on that tight little ass
of yours next time!"
Ming-tsu shuddered at that threat and devoted herself to the degrading
chore of polishing Dao's furry gonads even as she felt Chiang Chan sliding the
two needle hilts out of the inner curves of her breasts. Then Chiang eased his
body backward slightly and bent his head down to Ming-tsu's right breast. He
licked lasciviously at the slender stream of blood that curled out of the cut
caused by the rock garden, and then slid his eager mouth slowly toward the
center of the breast that he had just finished pummeling so roughly. He swirled
his tongue around her delicious, pebbly-fleshed aureole for a moment and then
took its brown peak into his mouth, nibbling and sucking it to bring it to full
erection. After a minute or two, to Ming-tsu's dismay, her moist, brown nipple
was pointing stiffly up, aroused against her will.
Chiang's mouth descended again, but this time it was not his lips and
tongue that embraced her love-bud; now it was his incisors and canines that
entrapped the rigid morsel of flesh. At first his teeth just nipped, but then
the nips turned into bites. Ming-tsu would have screamed but for the fact that
her mouth was stretched to its limit to accommodate Dao's ape-like scrotum.
But her reflexive jerk of pain had the unfortunate effect of causing her
teeth to scrape against one of Dao's gorilla-like testicles...
The gaptoothed thug grunted in pain and pulled his hairy genitals out of
her mouth. "Cunt!!" He raged. "The cunt tried to bite me!"
"N-no ... I didn't mean ...Aaaaggghhh!!!"
Chiang Chan's fingers had closed on her breasts with terrible force,
crushing the beautiful globes together. Then the heir to the Black Pagoda spied
the needles he had removed from the inner curves of her breasts lying on the
table.
"We'll make her pay for that, my friend! Get her tits!"
Chiang Chan reached forward to pick up one of the pins he had carefully
set aside, while Dao's powerful hands reached forward to encircle the breasts
the squadron leader had released.
"It is very rude to bite the one that feeds you," Chiang Chan smirked to
Ming-tsu, referring to the hairy lust-plums with which Dao had filled her pretty
mouth. "It is only right that the penalty for such ill-mannered conduct should
be swift and severe."
The beautiful bound concubine trembled with fear as the son of her lover
held the needle-tip up to the torchlight, checking it for keenness before
lowering it toward her breasts. Ming-tsu tried to use her up-pointing elbows
to ward off the evil twosome but Dao forced his way between them with little
difficulty and his huge hands closed around the bases of her breasts, causing
the soft globes to mushroom upward into perfect targets for his master's wrath.
Ming-tsu tried to retain her composure as she watched Chiang twirl the
needle in the light. She had endured the pain of the needles stabbing into the
flesh of her breasts before; she could do so again, she told herself. It was
only when Chiang Chan's mouth descended to the tip of her left breast that a new
wave of fear coursed through her.
Not my nipples, she panicked, as the youngest of the Chans nursed her bud
into a swollen, cocoa-colored nugget. Not the sensitive cinnamon buds that were
still burning from the sting of the Scorpions' whips!
"Hold still, wench. Hold very, very still."
Chiang Chan had sat up again, his weight heavy on her stomach. He grasped
one of the newly-freed needles securely between the thumb and forefinger of his
right hand. And then slowly, slowly, he lowered the gleaming point toward
Ming-tsu's trembling breast-bud.
Ming-tsu watched breathlessly, trying to still her trembling as the tip of
the needle came to rest against the tip of her breast. Metal against flesh.
Stronger man against weaker woman. This time the target was not to be the
fleshy base of her breasts, but the excruciatingly sensitive tip of her
defiantly out-thrust nipple. If his hand held steady Chiang Chan clearly
intended to drive the dreadful needle directly into the tip of her breast and
then through it toward the very center of her trembling breast-globe. If his
hand were not steady ...
Above her the gap-toothed dungeon-master was as excited as she was
terrified. His heavy, hairy genitals, still redolent with the scent and
secretions of her own body, pressed against her face, smothering her.
Beads of sweat covered Chiang Chan's forehead as tried to steady his own
faintly trembling hand as he pressed the needle against Ming-tsu's tasty
nipple-bud with the implacability of a deranged surgeon. He knew that this was
dangerous, perhaps even foolhardy, but he felt as if fate had ordained this
moment. Since the first time he had seen his father abuse a woman, this fantasy
had kept him awake in bed, sweating and excited.
"She's shaking too much. Squeeze it tighter!" Chiang Chan ordered.
Dao obliged, using both hands now to present Ming-tsu's swollen breast for
the lancing pain of the needle.
"Tighter! Yes ... that's it." Dao's powerful hands had squeezed Ming-tsu's
breast into a bulging globe of flesh capped with a thick, tempting nipple-crest.
"Don't move..." whispered Chiang Chan as he positioned the shiny inch-long
needle directly above the mahogany nubbin once again. Don't ... even ...
breathe ...."
Ming-tsu closed her eyes and then she felt it. Despite Chiang Chan's
admonitions to remain motionless, her body arched in irrepressible agony in a
hopeless attempt to escape from the cruel and inexorable needle.
"AAIIIIAHHH!!" The golden-skinned concubine's lovely features were
contorted by the quick, stabbing flash of pain that began with a burning
sensation at the very tip of her tortured nipple and then flared up like a
wildfire as the needle blazed a trail of agony that led to the very center of
her breast.
Grunting with satisfaction, Chiang Chan swabbed the resulting drop of
scarlet with his thumb. "Now the other one," he muttered as he reached for the
second needle while Dao's hairy hands encircled the youthful firmness of
Ming-tsu's other breast in an iron grip, even as his newly invigorated maleness
pressed against her lips.
Chiang Chan was surer, swifter, more confident the second time, pressing
the gleaming needle against his father's lover's other nipple for only a moment
before driving it agonizingly deep into the swollen mahogany bud with merciless
precision.
Once the pinheads were out of the way, Dao released his crushing grip on
Ming-tsu's her breasts and let his hairy-knuckled hands drop to her dark hair.
He held Ming-tsu's lustrous mane of hair tightly as he slid his towering organ
between her lips, silencing her moans of pain.
Meanwhile Chiang Chan's hands had replaced his, grasping the outer curves
of Ming-tsu's pliable melons, and crushing them inward into a tight embrace of
his throbbing manhood, as it began its slow, sweet, pendulum-like progress
through the cock-pleasing breast-vise.
But Ming-tsu was almost oblivious to Chiang's exertions. Between the
choke-collar and Dao's hard-thrusting manhood, Ming-tsu was reduced to fighting
for oxygen in between his mouth-filling lunges. She could taste the
recently-spilled seed on his cock and was grateful that she had been, as always,
fastidious in her toilette that morning; otherwise the somewhat salty flavor of
Dao's vile spunk might have been overpowered by the mephitic taste of her own
nether passageway.
"Oh, yeah, baby. I could tell by that look in the kid's eyes that you were
going to be good. You should have seen Lin's face, boss, when this slut was
going down on him. I thought his fuckin' head was going to explode." Dao
continued force-feeding the helpless concubine his lengthy penis. "Take it,
wench! Take it all!" Dao grunted. "How's it feel to have a man's cock in your
mouth, wench?" he chortled.
Ming-tsu could not have answered if she had wanted to. She could barely
breathe as Dao jammed his thick-veined member deeper into her velvety mouth with
every stroke, choking her with its length and girth. There was no question of
giving him pleasure, as she had given it to Lin; he was taking his pleasure,
ruggedly and ruthlessly, with every punishing thrust, until at last he exploded
into the back of her throat with a long shuddering sigh.
Ming-tsu was amazed by the violence of his orgasm, and the quantity of his
spend, considering his prolonged climax not too many minutes earlier. As the
homely gaptoothed Scorpion squeezed and shook the last few drops of manly
nectar from his cockshaft into Ming-tsu's open mouth, he glanced at the wall
clock that had been Liu's undoing on the Night of the Tiger. "I guess I'd
better go track down the other two," he said, referring to Lin and the Ox. He
shook his head in disgust. "Those guys are dumb enough to get lost between here
and the Pit - and it's only two minutes away," he added scornfully. "C'mon
baby. Finish your meal. Lick it off nice and clean."
When Ming-tsu had finished removing the last traces of man-juice from his
veiny flesh-weapon, Dao adjusted his clothing. "I should be back in a few
minutes, boss. And boss - save some of those needles for the rest of us, OK?"
Dao added with a raffish wink before heading toward the door to the cobwebbed
passageway.
With Dao off in pursuit of his thuggish cohorts, Ming-tsu returned her
attention to Chiang who had nodded at Dao absent-mindedly as he left. The
Scorpion squadron leader was deep in the throes of lust as he continued to
ramrod his throbbing manhood back and forth in the soft, sweaty sheath formed by
Ming-tsu's red-streaked girl-globes.
"Oooohhh, yesss!" Chiang Chan gasped in ecstasy. "I'll bet my father has
given these beauties a few work-outs, eh, wench? Mmmmm, so soft ... and yet
... MMNGGG! MNGGG!! MMNGGG!!" The heir to the Black Pagoda grunted with obscene
lust as he slid his rod slowly through the cock-clinging valley of flesh, "and
firm as September peaches."
Chiang Chan's furious exertions soon had the writhing couple on the table
bathed in perspiration. Every half minute or so he would take his hands and
slide them along Ming-tsu's thighs and flanks to collect her body moisture,
which he then slathered on the inward slopes of her silky breasts. That
perspiration, coupled with his own and the tiny trickle of blood that seeped
from the gash on her right breast, constituted the only lubrication for his
vigorous thrusts through Ming-tsu's velvety canyon of flesh.
The sensation was indescribable. Chiang kept his thumbs and forefingers
pressed against the hilts of the embedded nipple-needles, while the rest of his
hands crushed the sculpted globes inward. The warm, velvety, softness of
Ming-tsu's luscious breasts pressed deliciously against the length of his
phallus. He scooted her body backward slightly so that her once-dangling head
was now supported by the end of the table. And then he ordered her to kiss and
lick the tip of his throbbingly ardent cock each time it made the slow sensual
pilgrimage between her perspiring pillows of desire.
When she at first refused, he gave the needles in her tortured nipples a
quick little flick that ended all resistance. From that moment forward,
Ming-tsu's moist pink tongue stabbed at the tip of his erection at the
conclusion of each long smooth stroke. Even the wiry hair on his testicles
reveled in the sensuous friction caused by his long deep plunges into the ever
shrinking valley between Ming-tsu's close-set breasts.
