Chapter 98 A Roll of the Dice
For Ming-tsu this was the first relative breather she'd had in over two
hours of torture and rape. There was only one assailant left now, and her
continuing breast-rape, while violent and uncomfortable was unquestionably her
least painful ordeal since Lin had tackled her during her abortive escape.
As a young girl her grandfather had told her stories of fakirs, dervishes,
monks and other holy men of the east who were able to achieve a mental state
outside of their bodies, allowing them to walk on hot coals, to fall into
coma-like trances that resembled death, or to fast for days, as well as other
strange and impossible feats. She had experimented with meditation, and
mystical concentration as a girl, but without much success.
But the very notion that mind and body were separate had helped to preserve
her strength and sanity during her atrocious ordeal at the Black Pagoda. Even
as Chiang Chan continued to abuse her whip-ravaged breasts, she tried to free
her mind, to take it outside of her body to consider her situation, to try to
find some way to extricate herself from her dire predicament. The other three
would be back soon, anxious to initiate yet another ghastly cycle of torture and
rape. Ming-tsu no longer had any illusions that she had the strength to refrain
from screaming, that she could prevent the rest of those fiendish pins from
being plunged into her tender breasts.
'There must be a way out; there has to be!' She thought back over the
events of the memorable night on which the Scorpions had abducted Liu and her
white-bearded grandfather, Wen-chi: the interrogation of the slender beauty;
the ruse that she had used to trick Liu into disclosing Li Chang's plans; Li
Chang's capture; the appearance of the brothers Chan, and their degrading
subjugation of the virginal maiden. There must be a clue somewhere - either to
the whereabouts of the missing jewels or to something, anything, that would
enable her to escape the dreadful torch-lit dungeons of Richard Chan.
Ming-tsu leaned forward dutifully to kiss the head of Chiang Chan's
moist-tipped cock once again as it made its way through the sensuous canyon of
breastflesh, as his vigorous onslaught against her pierced love globes
quickened. Then by a stroke of luck, Chiang Chan thrust with such ferocity that
her head slipped back off of the edge of the table again.
From her inverted position Ming-tsu could see their two sweating bodies in
the great wall mirror, just as she was retracing the events of the past few days
for what seemed like the twentieth time. Just then Chiang's powerful fingers
pressed the sharpness of a needle even deeper into one of the sore nipples,
reminding her that at least she had been spared, so far, the terrible heated
pincers that lay smoking in the brazier, the same pincers that had tortured Liu
into unconsciousness and thus had led, eventually led to the capture of Li
Chang.
And then with a blinding flash of insight, she saw the truth - or part of
it. The mirror, yes, and the pincers. Why had she not thought of it before?
The memory came flooding back - how, when Richard Chan had first seen the naked
body of Liu {Chapter 34 }, he had complimented Ming-tsu on the results she had
achieved with the pincers. But Richard Chan had not been in the room when she
had used the pincers. How could Richard have known from a glance at Liu's
injuries that they had been inflicted by the pincers rather than any of the
other numerous implements in the dungeon?
Chiang Chan's breathing was harder now, more ragged as he pumped his
cock-weapon between her breasts. "Mmmmm, so soft. Soon you shall wear the
seed of a second Chan on your breasts, wench, even as you have worn my
father's!"
But Ming-tsu's thoughts were no longer on Chiang Chan. While her wrists
struggled to free themselves from the collar-shackles, her mind raced swiftly
through the events of the past hours, searching for confirmation of her
hypothesis. Suddenly, a sense of elation soared through her pain-wracked body
as she remembered how Richard Chan had said:
"I congratulate you on the cleverness of your game, nephew. But I take it
the whore has not yet told us what we need to know?"
upon returning to the dungeon after the Scorpions had begun their cruel
game with the needles. {Chapter 88}
But Richard Chan could not have known that the Scorpions had been playing a
game with the needles. He could not have known, that is, unless he had been
watching them and listening to them.
The mirror!
The huge, wall-length mirror that was the most striking feature of the
dungeon of the Black Pagoda. The mirror whose cost could have fed a Chinese
family for a year. Couple the size of that immense mirror with the
all-too-obvious sadistic voyeurism of the Chan Brothers. Why had it taken her
so long to divine its purpose? The mirror was likely only a mirror on one side.
The obverse side of the "mirror" was probably nothing more than ordinary glass,
probably in a well-appointed room, or possibly a suite of rooms. From that
comfortable vantage point, Richard Chan (and possibly certain selected guests)
could observe the fiendish cruelties that Feng and Dao perpetrated on their
young victims, while he (or they) enjoyed the erotic attentions of Mai-Lee or
one of the girls from Madame Wong's. To know about the pincers, Richard Chan
must have watched at least part of the interrogation of Liu, just as he must
have watched part of her own ordeal to know about the 'game' the Scorpions had
been playing.
As Chiang Chan continued to pillage her tender breasts, Ming-tsu berated
herself for not having solved the mystery far sooner. Why had the possibility
of the two-way glass never occurred to her? Richard Chan was sadist, scientist
and voyeur all at once, and possessed of incalculable wealth. Who better than
he to conceive and build such a monument to his own dark pleasures?
She even remembered George Chan telling her rather enigmatically, many
months ago, of a secret "love chamber" at the Black Pagoda, in which he had
promised to entertain her one day. But then her assignment with Li Chang had
come up, and the opportunity to visit the "love chamber" had never come to pass.
Ming-tsu winced in pain as Chiang Chan's strokes picked up speed and power,
but she gave a soft moan of feigned pleasure. "Yessss," she moaned breathily,
writhing beneath him as if Chiang Chan's punishing breast-rape had touched the
very seat of her passion. She had to win his trust. Was anyone watching now,
behind the great mirror? She could only pray that they were; it was her only
hope. She had no chance at all if Chiang Chan's henchmen returned for another
few rounds of sport.
As she continued to try to free her wrists, a critical question occurred to
her: assuming that Richard or George - or both - were watching, could they
hear what she said? She couldn't be certain, but there appeared to be
well-disguised louvers around the upper and lower margins of the mirror. It
made sense - if one couldn't hear the moans of suffering, the anguished cries
for mercy by the victim, half the excitement of the erotic tableaux in the
dungeon would be lost.
Just then, Chiang Chan's body shuddered violently and he threw back his
head in ecstasy as his pulsing manhood erupted, firing several arching ropes of
semen onto Ming-tsu's lovely face and then shooting a series of weaker gushers
that decorated her needle-pierced breasts with swirls of pale fluid. His lust
sated, Chiang slumped forward across Ming-tsu's left breast, unconcerned that
the weight of his chest turned the slender needle he had buried in her
brown-tipped nipple-crest into a fiery lancet of pain.
Gritting her teeth to fight back the agony, Ming-tsu knew that she must
move quickly. This would be her one and only chance to concoct a story to
extricate herself from the toils of the Black Pagoda.
"Chiang", she began slowly, as she put her lips to his cheek and kissed it
with soft lips while she moved her body sensuously beneath him. "Your father
told me your boys were going to rough me up a little, as part of the plan; but
you didn't need to take it this far, you know, to be convincing to Richard."
"The plan? What are you talking about, woman? My father? - I don't
understand." Chiang was still somewhat dazed from his overpowering orgasm, but
there was no mistaking the slow, seductive circles Ming-tsu was making with her
hips.
Please let them be watching, Ming-tsu prayed. She let her tongue slide
inside Chiang's ear and probed it until he shuddered with pleasure. "You mean
you didn't know? He didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?" Chiang Chan pulled his face away from the questing tongue.
"What are you talking about?"
There was puzzlement and disbelief in Chiang's voice - but interest too.
She had made a good beginning.
"About the jewels. About everything."
Chiang Chan shook his head in exasperation. "Stop speaking in riddles,
woman!"
But despite his irritation, she could see the urgency in his eyes and sense
it in the tautness of his body. Mentioning the pearls and diamonds had caught
his attention, but she would have to be very clever to sustain his interest
without revealing her ignorance of the whereabouts of the jewelry. Chiang Chad
had nibbled at the tasty bait, but now she would have to change her lure to keep
him on the hook. She knew that she didn't have much time, and that there
weren't going to be any second chances. Her survival depended upon the
off-chance that at least one of the Brothers Chan were watching, and her ability
to fashion a story that would that would cause a distraction serious enough to
give her a chance to escape.
Luckily she had been George's mistress for some time, and had gleaned
enough details about the Scorpions from his pillow talk to flesh out her story.
And General Wang's apparently unexpected appearance at the Black Pagoda earlier
in the day, might work to her advantage. Chiang had returned from his meeting
with the general with a disturbed expression. Yes, it might work ...
Ming-tsu took a deep breath and, weighing her words carefully, embarked
upon the risky course on which her life depended ...
