Chapter 103 Das Eiserne Kreuz {The Iron Cross}
Later that evening the Watcher was seated at an ornately-carved teak desk
in his office, poring listlessly over some papers that he had removed from a
black valise, but finding himself unable to concentrate on them. He had had a
singularly unproductive afternoon and evening, paying the merest lip service to
his professional obligations. And all because he had been unable to purge from
his memory the image of the blonde Rhine-nymph's nude body bathed in the rays of
afternoon sunlight that had streamed through her window. Or the vision of Ju's
feathery hands floating over Erika's voluptuous, white-frothed curves as she lay
in the hot bath.
Not only had be been distracted by those alluring visual images, but the
sensual music of Tannhauser's erotic bacchanal in the Venusberg had haunted him
all afternoon as well. The swelling, swift-rising rhythms of Wagner's hymn to
the pagan goddess, which seemed to him the musical embodiment of male arousal,
had echoed soundlessly in his ear over and over again and he had found himself
humming along. In his own life, the ancient conflict between sacred and
profane love had long since been fought and won by the darker impulses of his
soul. He glanced up at the cynical, smiling figure of Mephistopheles in the
painting on the wall at the opposite end of the room. He, too, had made a
Faustian bargain, he knew. It remained only to extract the last ounce of carnal
pleasure from life, because there was no turning back from the abyss.
Fuming with the impatience of lust denied, he glanced angrily at the
magnificent Neuchatel clock that hung on the wall on his left between two long
rows of bookcases. Its grande sonnerie had struck the hour twelve minutes
earlier, meaning that the pretty young maid was late, insolently late, for their
appointment. He clenched his fist and struck his desk sharply, vowing to make
her rue her impertinent conduct.
The Watcher's rising ire was suddenly interrupted by a furtive tapping at
the door. He straightened his collar and barked, "Come in. Schnell! And lock
the door behind you."
Ju Hua entered, once again wearing her staid black and white maid's
costume which she had brightened by tying a bright red scarf around her slender
neck. She carried a small tray in the middle of which stood a tiny crystal
container. She flipped the latch on the door, shivering slightly at the
sinister finality of its click, before moving shyly toward the center of the
room, where she paused and bowed meekly to the man behind the massive desk. Her
brown eyes darted nervously around the richly appointed room she had cleaned and
dusted just hours earlier. She knew its contents well.
The walls of the Watcher's office were papered with vertical stripes of
black, red and gold, which gave the room an unmistakably masculine flavor. Long
shelves of leather-bound tomes filled the two sections of tall bookcases on her
right. In the gap between them was the most beautiful clock she had ever seen
or heard; she dusted it with great care every day. Brass trim glittered around
the brightly burning fireplace on the wall to her left, and several comfortable
drawing room chairs, a broad, brocaded divan with beautifully scrolled woodwork,
and a low table were arranged near the center of the room. A landscape of the
Rhine valley signed by Caspar David Friedrich hung on the wall behind the desk.
Facing it, on the wall behind her, was an expressive painting depicting a
newly-young Faust admiring a blonde Margarethe while a smirking Mephistopheles
watched from the background with an approving leer. Large maps of Europe and
China were mounted on the wall opposite the bookcase, at a safe distance from
the fireplace.
"Did you bring it?" the Watcher demanded in a gruff voice.
"Yes, sir. I have it here, " Ju whispered almost inaudibly as she set the
tray containing the bottle down on the low table.
"A teaspoonful? No more, no less?"
"Yes, sir. A teaspoonful exactly."
"Good." The Watcher tapped his pocket watch ominously. "You are nearly a
quarter of an hour late, Ju," he snapped irritably. Have I not told you to come
precisely at nine or not at all?"
"Yes, sir. Very sorry, sir. I ..." The man behind the desk was unusually
intimidating tonight, and Ju, who was normally rather self-assured, was
distinctly ill at ease this evening. She felt uncertain of herself, in part
because she had had an unusually fatiguing day and in part because of the
strange feelings she had experienced while bathing the European woman. Her
hands were still tingling hours later, as if the nerve endings in her fingers
had found it impossible to forget the softness of the lush body she had bathed
with such attentiveness. She could not recall ever having felt such a tactile
electricity -- surely never as a result of her oafish husband's clumsy
caresses.
The Watcher interrupted her. "I take it that you are in need of money
again?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Even in her prim chambermaid's
costume, this young Chinese woman was a beguiling creature, a petite China doll
with features that would have done justice to the most elegant Meissen
miniature. Her fine-spun hair, black enough to put midnight to shame, was piled
high atop a lovely oval-shaped face which featured sparkling brown almond-shaped
eyes, marvelous cheekbones, a delightful nose, and a spunky chin, all of which
were made more striking by her flawless ivory complexion. Her chaste attire
offered only hints of her graceful figure, but the Watcher would have remembered
it well, even had he not seen her in deshabille when she had bathed the
statuesque blonde that afternoon. Who could forget such an enticing body, the
slender but shapely legs, the deliciously spankable bottom, the wasp-thin waist
and the small but perfectly proportioned breasts? A beauty such as hers would
have caused even the great meister Friedrich to put aside his misty landscapes
for a time in order to capture her likeness with his brush.
Hesitantly, Ju approached the man seated behind the desk. As she did so,
the fire in the fireplace flared up, crackling loudly as if it somehow sensed a
rise in the temperature and the tension in the room. Eyeing him apprehensively,
Ju sensed that her host was in a foul mood, although he had been much as usual
when she had seen him earlier in the day. She had been coming to this office on
Wednesday evenings, after the rest of the domestic staff had gone home, for
several weeks. She found her clandestine visits to the Watcher's office
shameful and degrading, but what was she to do?
Within a few months of her arranged marriage two years ago, her husband had
squandered her meager dowry during the initial stages of an ever-worsening
addiction to opium. Compounding her misery was the fact that she had foolishly
told him the precise amount of her earnings as a maid, and for the last year or
so he had bullied her into turning over the full sum to him each week. The
amount he returned to her grudgingly was insufficient even to pay their
landlord in full, much less enough to provide food for their newly-weaned child
and tea for herself. And when her parents had died of the winter fever last
year, it had left her utterly under her husband's tyrannical thumb. It was only
by virtue of her illicit but remunerative trips to the Watcher's office that she
had been able to keep her child from being thrown into the streets.
"Yes, sir. The money ... it does not seem to go far nowadays," she
stammered nervously, trying her best to smile.
"You're a greedy little whore, that's what you are! Would you rather sew
for sixteen hours a day than work as a maid here? Where could a girl like you
earn what we pay you here?"
"Nowhere, sir" said Ju, bowing submissively. "I am very grateful for your
generosity. Everyone here is most kind."
The Watcher opened a drawer of his desk and removed a small metallic box.
Ju watched anxiously as he overturned the box, spilling a number of bevel-edged
silver coins onto the dark, glossy finish of the desk. Painstakingly, the
Watcher arranged the coins into two stacks of ten coins each and pushed them
toward the center of the desk.
"How much do you wish to earn tonight, whore?"
Ju flinched at the foul name, but looked at the coins yearningly - she
guessed that there were enough there to buy food for a week - with perhaps a few
left over that she could put in safekeeping, so that one day she might be able
to flee Shanghai, and the husband who had threatened to kill her if she were
ever to leave him.
"As many as I can, sir. But I fear that I ... that I am still sore from
last time."
The Watcher leaned closer to her and then glanced sideways at the gold and
black brocade on the divan on which he had pillaged the petite Chinese beauty a
week earlier. Ju's subtle shiver as she followed his eyes toward the divan
caused the corners of his mouth to curl upward in a wicked smile. He reached in
a pocket and withdrew a small, silver key and flipped it to the sloe-eyed
beauty. "Bring me what you find in the cabinet, girl. And then we shall see
whether your courage is a match for your avarice!"
Ju bowed and turned the key over in the palm of her tiny hand. Why were
some men like this, she wondered. Why did they take pleasure from dominating
women, from causing them pain? Even a man like this, whose outward semblance
gave the appearance of respectability and influence.
Coming up with no satisfactory explanation, she inhaled resignedly, and
took a step toward the smallest of the bookcases on her right, one whose front
had been done in opaque glass. But as she turned away, the Watcher stopped her
cold in her tracks.
"On your knees, Sklavin!"
Ju had heard him use the word for 'slave' often enough before, but she had
never accustomed herself to the menace and the misery of that ugly word. She
turned back to him, bowed submissively and fell to her knees and kneel-walked
the short distance to the cabinet. When she reached it, she inserted the key
she had been given into the lock and turned it.
The door of the "bookcase" swung open and Ju looked inside and swallowed
hard.
"Stop your gawking, girl! I haven't got all night, you know! Bring them
here! One at a time. And be quick about it!"
Ju reached inside the case. On each of her visits to the Watcher's office
he had pre-positioned different items in the case, although each had shared a
common purpose. Tonight there were three objects, each hanging by its handle
from a hook . She unhooked the nearest of the three instruments and, knowing
her master's fondness for the strict observance of disciplinary ritual, laid it
across her upturned palms as if she were performing the holiest of sacraments.
She could not keep her hands from shaking as she turned back toward the man who
stood behind the desk, scowling, with his arms folded sternly across his chest.
"Treat it with care, madchen. It bears the emblem of our great Reich! One
day the world will tremble before it as you do now."
Ju's face grew pale as she bowed and placed her burden face down on the
rich, varnished surface of the desk. It was an ebony paddle, as thick as one of
her slender fingers, with an oval striking area the size of a man's hand.
"Now, turn toward me and remove your blouse!"
"Yes, sir." Ju slowly undid the knot of her crimson scarf and then
fumbled at the buttons on her blouse with fingers grown clumsy from fear.
Beneath the blouse she wore only the flimsy camisole he had seen earlier in the
day. It was cut rather low in the front, in the style he favored, so as to
reveal more than a hint of cleavage. He scrutinized the curves of her breasts
with a connoisseur's eye; while they were no longer the excitingly
filled-to-bursting breasts of a nursing mother, as they had been a few weeks
earlier, they were still exquisitely shaped. She carried her treasures
proudly, as well she might.
When she had tossed the blouse onto a nearby armchair, the Watcher spoke.
"You look lovely, Ju. I think you shall do very well tonight." The European
licked at his lips as he glanced again at the pert cones which pressed against
the clinging silk. "The second instrument, please."
Ju inclined her head to him once again, as her servant's role dictated,
blushing at the knowledge that her bow exposed even more of her flesh to the
Watcher's predatory gaze. Then, still on her knees, she retreated to the
cabinet and removed the second object. It was a long, narrow, leather strap
which had been doubled over on itself and stitched together to form a
doubly-thick flogging surface that was nearly as long as her arm. The stitching
ended some six inches from the handle end, leaving a loop through which its
wielder could insert his wrist to obtain maximum leverage and cutting power.
Ju carried the strap, on upturned palms, back to the desk and was about to
set it down alongside the paddle when the Watcher spoke again. "What do you
think, Ju? I have had it for some time, but I have been saving it for a special
occasion."
After a few seconds of silence Ju glanced up at the Watcher and saw that he
was glaring at her stonily, waiting for a reply.
"Thank you, sir."
"Oh, it will be my pleasure, I assure you. Is it not well made?"
Ju shuddered imperceptibly as her brown eyes studied the workmanship of the
strap and the thickness of the rich brown leather. Even the tightness of the
stitching seemed to her an evil omen.
"It ... it is ... it seems ... very ... durable indeed, sir."
"Well, we shall have to find out, won't we?" he replied with a cruel smile.
Ju turned toward him until she was kneeling at his feet and offered him the
strap. The Watcher took the stiff leather strap by the striking end, and
dangled the fist-sized loop down the front of her body, letting it graze the
side of her neck for a moment. Then, smiling, he lowered it so that the
evil-looking strap brushed the curves of her breasts ever so lightly through
the flimsy fabric of the chemise.
He slid the dark brown strap back and forth across the pale silk until the
tips of her breasts began to respond. He had bedded scores of women in his
life, but not one whose nipples had been more sensitive. Within moments the
little buds had begun to stir, leaving distinct impressions in the clinging
contours of the fabric. He felt his own passion beginning to rise. It would
not be long, now.
"Remove your shoes ... and your skirt."
Still kneeling, Ju slipped her black shoes off her tiny feet, and, then,
flushing scarlet, unbuttoned the waistband of her knee-length black skirt. She
wriggled out of it awkwardly while still on her knees, and draped it neatly
across the armchair on which she had tossed her blouse.
"Your legs, madchen. Let me see them!"
When Ju hesitated, the Watcher's voice cut through the stillness of the
room like a knife. "NOW! - if you value your position here!"
The dark-eyed beauty reached down and took the hem of her half-slip and
slowly lifted it up her pretty legs, baring her sleek, slender thighs a sliver
of ivory skin at a time, while the Watcher looked on with eager eyes as he
stroked his determined chin.
When the slip was up around her trim waist, The Watcher said, in a voice
frayed with mounting excitement, "Turn for me, fraulein," and as Ju spun slowly
around on her knees, he ogled the backs of her honey-colored thighs which were
bare below a brief undergarment. A few faint streaks, souvenirs of their last
assignation, interrupted the otherwise flawless flesh-tones of her bare legs.
"Now, the third implement, bitte," he continued with reptilian courtesy as
he placed the strap on the desk alongside the black paddle.
Grateful for the chance to drop the hem of her slip, Ju bowed yet again and
then moved toward the cabinet in bare feet and reached in to remove a rattan
cane that had been polished until its golden-brown finish gleamed. Treating the
cane with the reverence she would have extended to a sacred relic, she proffered
it to the man who stood over her.
He took it from her outstretched hands and then snapped, "On your feet,
sklavin!"
Unsteadily, Ju Hua rose to her full height. The Watcher deftly slid the
tip of the cane under the bottom of her camisole, lifting it and baring an inch
or two of her flat belly.
"You have lovely skin, fraulein. It provides a beautiful canvas on which
to ... paint."
The Watcher let her shirt fall back down and then, holding the cane
horizontally, he turned slightly so that he was standing at right angles to the
pretty young housemaid. He slid the cane up along the flat plane of her belly,
outside the camisole, enjoying Ju's sudden intake of breath when he reached the
undersides of her breasts.
He pressed the length of rattan more firmly against the silk and then, to
the accompaniment of Ju's agitated breathing, he lifted her breasts gently and
bounced them lightly against the unforgiving surface of the cane.
"Wunderbar!" he whispered under his breath. Her breasts were young, firm,
and deliciously resilient to his touch. Moving around to face her again, he
traced the outline of Ju's right breast with the tip of his cane, circling it
three or four times with a teasing spiral motion, as he slowly pulled the cane
back toward himself.
Turning slightly he took a position alongside her once again and slid the
cane along the underside of the enticing indentations Ju's thickening nipples
had left in the clinging silk.
He skillfully sawed the cane back and forth across her nipples, like a
violinist bowing his instrument. On their very first meeting he had marveled at
how responsive her dark-tipped nipples had been, how they had blossomed under
his touch from tiny brown buds into long, tapering rivets of desire in a matter
of seconds. Veiled by the close-clinging silk they were no less sensitive,
lengthening and hardening before his observant eyes until they threatened to
poke holes in the fabric.
He played a brief sensual sonata on the tip of each of her breasts,
gratified by the way her delicate nubbins swelled to the touch of the rod that
would soon bring tears to her brown eyes and cries of anguish to her soft, moist
lips. He forced Ju's tasty little breast-plums to dance to his silent tune, as
he smacked the sides of her silk-covered breasts with quick little strokes with
the business end of the cane.
"You polished the cane very nicely this morning," the Watcher said, as he
gave her left breast another firm little flick with the rod, testing the
resilience of her plump little mounds as they bounced deliciously under the
gossamer-thin silk. "It is well that you did," he added with a baleful glance
as he pulled the cane back and swished it through the air twice, using short
compact strokes, before bringing it down with a resounding THWICKK!! on a
well-padded leather armchair, enjoying the way Ju flinched at the sound of the
impact. "What were you thinking about while you polished it, whore? The
money it would bring you - or the pain?"
Ju looked at the Watcher with glistening eyes. "Please sir, I hope that
you won't ... last time you ..." her voice tailed away miserably.
"It's entirely up to you, fraulein," the Watcher said, as he set the bamboo
cane down on the desk alongside her and picked up one of the stacks of coins and
riffled through them so that they clicked together. "But if you want a Groschen
from me, you would do well not to tell me what I may and may not do to your
pretty little body." The lines around the edges of his mouth hardened into an
implacable scowl. " There's the door - go now, if you would prefer to please
half a dozen men a night instead of me once a week!"
Ju looked yearningly at the clinking coins; the Watcher was right.
Thousands of young women in Shanghai would rejoice at the thought of having her
job in the consulate. Summoning up her courage she straightened herself and
threw back her head, "N-no, sir. I am grateful to have this position. What
would you have me do?"
"The rope, bitte."
Ju retreated to the cabinet, took the coil of white rope from the hook on
which it hung and placed it on the edge of the desk, alongside the three
instruments of discipline. A wicked smile stole across the Watcher's face as he
watched her graceful movements, eyeing the pointed nipples that formed delicious
dents in Ju's whisper-thin camisole. "You ARE a greedy little slut, aren't you?
Very well, you may begin by standing up and slipping the straps of your chemise
from your shoulders. Slowly."
Blushing furiously, Ju climbed to her feet and stood an arm's length away
from her dominator while she slipped her arms out of the slender straps. When
her German-speaking master motioned for her to continue, she shimmied a little,
allowing the slip to slide down her svelte body until it bunched at her rounded
hips.
The Watcher sucked in his breath as he took in the sight of Ju's lovely,
sharp-nippled breasts, so different from the lush, creamy breasts of the blonde
he had spied on earlier in the day, and yet no less perfect in their own way.
Perfect little plums, round, smooth-skinned, and sweet, with nipples that the
strap and the cane had teased to an eye-catching tautness.
The Watcher took his forefinger and drew a circle around Ju's left breast,
letting the tips of his other fingers explore the softness of her flesh. "One
night soon I shall have to give these beauties my full attention," he said to
Ju, in a voice so menacing that her breasts quivered under his touch. He smiled
darkly as his hands caressed her; her breasts were as soft and warm and
vulnerable as a fledgling. But he contented himself with giving Ju's breast a
short quick slap with his fingertips that caused her to wince in pain and his
growing erection to harden with raw desire.
"Remove your undergarment."
Ju lifted her slip, reached under it, and slid her flimsy panties down her
sleek, golden legs until they were bunched together around her ankles and then
stepped out of them.
"Now, turn and face the desk -- if you still want the money."
"Y-yes, sir ... I do," Ju said in a low, quavering voice as she turned her
back to him.
"Move forward until your thighs are pressing against the desk. Excellent.
Now move your feet until they are flush against one another. Yes, very nice.
Lastly, lift your slip up above your waist. Higher, damn you! I want to see
every last inch of that pretty bottom."
Nervously Ju hoisted her sole remaining garment until the slip was little
more than an irregular band around her waist.
The Watcher took the coil of bleached-white rope from the desk and knelt
behind Ju and quickly encircled each of her supple thighs with it, halfway
between knee and hip, and then pulled the ligatures constrictingly tight. That
mission accomplished, he used the remaining rope to cinch her thighs so tightly
together that it would it have taken some effort to slip one of the coins on his
desk between them. "That should keep you from running off, I'll wager,
fraulein," he sneered. as he gave the ripe curves of Ju's derriere a possessive
squeeze.
The Watcher stepped around her and removed the paddle from the desk,
gripping it firmly with his right hand and sliding his left across its uneven
striking surface. He placed the paddle against Ju's twitching buttocks and slid
it over the curves of her bottom in slow circles, proud of the fact that the
thigh-cinching had lent an even greater emphasis to the bewitching roundness of
the maid's lovely behind.
Even in her anxiety Ju noticed that there was something odd about the
surface of the paddle as the Watcher slid it caressingly over her bottom-globes.
"I can see by your expression that you realize that this is no ordinary
paddle, fraulein," the Watcher observed in an intimidating voice. "Tonight you
shall have the honor of wearing the imprint of the Deutsche Reich!" The Watcher
moved closer and held the paddle out in front of her so that she could see it.
An oddly-curved stylized cross stood out in slight bas-relief from the surface
of the paddle.
"It is beautiful, is it not? The blade of the paddle is made from the
hardy spruce of the Schwarzwald, the Black Forest. And the emblem is the
famouse Eiserne Kreuz, the Iron Cross, the symbol of German might. Tonight you
shall feel that might, and wear its symbol."
The Watcher removed a large, thick volume from a nearby bookshelf and
placed it on the desk in front of his nude victim. "Bend forward until your
pretty nipples touch the cover of the book. And don't let go of that slip - now
or at any time, or it will be the worse for you!"
Ju leaned forward until her lithe body was bent into an inverted L and the
half-erect tips of her breasts just grazed the binding of the book. "You will
maintain that position!" the Watcher snarled as he twirled the leather grip of
the paddle in his hand. A moment later he bent down and snatched the book away
and returned it to its place on the bookshelf. "Your breasts are not to touch
the table, nor are you to straighten up. Verstanden?"
"Y-yes," Ju whispered. "I understand, sire." She felt her bare legs
trembling as the Watcher admired her pendant breasts briefly as he riffled his
fingers expertly through one of the stacks of coins. "There are two stacks of
ten coins each here, as you can see. To earn a coin you must receive one blow
each with the paddle, the strap, and the cane -- administered at the rate of
one per minute. Thirty strokes in thirty minutes. Where else could a greedy
little vixen like you earn one of these," he said, holding one of the coins up
so close to her face that she could read its date, "in three minutes? After you
have earned the coins in the first stack, you can earn those in the second
stack," he said with a smile that was tinged with both lust and malice, " ... in
the usual way."
Ju nodded miserably, remembering the bone-jarring violence of his "usual
way" during their last encounter. The Watcher had stretched her out on her back
at one end of the long divan and extended her arms back over her head toward
the beautifully carved wooden arm at that end of the divan. It had taken him
only a moment to lash her out-stretched wrists to the wooden frame with short
lengths of rope. Then he had taken advantage of her remarkable flexibility by
bending her pliable legs backs over her head and binding her ankles to her
wide-spread wrists. After giving her bare buttocks a dozen cutting blows with
a knobby switch, he had mounted her helpless body and given 'my little
pretzel', as he had called her, a punishing sexual pounding that had left the
muscles in her legs and abdomen feeling as if a section of the Great Wall had
collapsed and crushed her under its weight. Her vagina was still tender to the
touch a week later....
Once again she tried to take her mind off the Watcher's ruthlessness by
calculating how much rice and tea she could buy with each coin. Perhaps there
would be enough left to buy an egg - or even a juicy piece of fruit to share
with her child. It had been many days since the baby had tasted the sweetness
of such a delicacy. She wasn't sure how she would make it through the evening,
but she owed it to the little one to try.
The Watcher strode around behind her and placed his left hand on the small
of her back, just above her raised-up slip. Then she felt him press the black
paddle against her right buttock cheek. The raised ridges of the embossed Iron
Cross were rough against the baby-soft skin of her behind. Then, for an instant,
the pressure of the paddle was gone and she felt nothing at all - until the
paddle returned, visiting her bottom with a ferocious SMACKKK!!
"Aaaghhh!"
"Sei still, Sklavin! Have I given you leave to cry out?"
The Watcher placed the paddle on her flat-bent back and reached for the
leather strap. He inserted his wrist through the loop and gripped the leather
tightly. "Do you know where this leather comes from, wench?
"N-no, sir. I-I am sorry," Ju sputtered, as she felt the fiery sting of the
paddle sink deep into the tissue of her tender buttocks. "I cannot say."
The Watcher deftly slid the thick strap up along the dark, sensual groove
between her burning bottom-ovals. "A colleague of mine, who shares my taste in
... women gave it to me when he returned from a tour of duty in Tanganyika, our
colony in East Africa. He had bagged a tough old hartebeest in the Serengeti,
and dried its hide under the African sun for weeks, before taking the leather
and making half a dozen of these beauties for a few of his like-minded friends."
CRACCKKK!!! The Watcher slashed Ju viciously across the backs of her
slender legs, just above the tight white bindings that bisected her shapely
thighs.
"Oooouwww!!
"Quite effective, is it not?"
"Y-y-yes, sir, " Ju moaned.
"Since you seem unable to refrain from crying out, you leave me no
choice." He bent down to retrieve the panties that Ju had kicked aside.
"No ... please ... I'll ... I'll be still."
"Too late now, wench. Open your mouth!"
"N-no .... Please ..."
"Open your mouth, I said!"
Tearfully Ju opened her mouth, only to have it filled with the musky taste
of her most intimate garment.
"Now for the cane which you have polished so admirably." The Watcher took
the gleaming length of bamboo and turned it over in his hands admiring its
workmanship. "It, too, is a product of our invincible German empire. It is made
from a rattan grown only on the islands of the Bismarck Archipelago. The
warriors there are said to use it on disobedient daughters and sharp-tongued
wives." He grinned evilly. "I am told that they rarely have to use it twice."
Ju had felt the burning sting of the Watcher's canes before, but not this
new specimen. When he rested the cane gently atop the summit of her derriere,
she trembled uncontrollably. She felt the cane tap her bottom gently, almost
playfully, once, twice, and then THWICKK!! It swept down and etched a line of
fire across her springy buttocks.
"NNNGHPPHHHFF!" Ju cried into her gag.
The Watcher strode around the desk briskly, humming Tannhauser's paean to
lust, and removed one of the silver coins from its stack and snapped it crisply
down onto the table midway between the fetching little maid's swollen nipples.
"Eins!" he barked forcefully, before walking around behind her and picking up
the paddle once again.
During the second cycle, the Watcher slammed the Eiserne Kreuz into the
very center of Ju's left bottomcheek, sending her into a stimulating paroxysm of
wriggling as a rosy blush spread outward from the epicenter of the blow. When
the sensual rotation of her hips slowed, he whipped the leather strap smartly
across her thighs a second time, a finger's width above the mark he had left a
short time earlier. He waited, watching the two dark streaks he had left on her
once-flawless flesh meld into a single livid mark, and then gave the tempting
curves of her bottom another stinging blow with the rattan cane.
As Ju groaned in misery, the Watcher set the cane down and ran his hands
over the soft curves of Ju's inflamed bottom, conscious of the moans emanating
from behind her gag.
What a lovely creature this petite Chinesischen puppchen was! he thought
to himself as he slid around to the far side of the desk But this delicate
China doll was no creature of cloth or wood. She was a living breathing
plaything with a warm, sensuous body and marvelously flexible limbs that he
could bend and twist and contort into any position he fancied, leaving him free
to toy with her as he wished. He admired the delicate lines and hollows of her
back which remained bent at a submissive ninety-degree angle, the long black
hair which partly obscured one lovely brown eye, the tiny hands that kept the
pale slip hoisted up over her hips, and the temptingly nude breasts that jiggled
so enticingly each time he struck her.
The matted tendrils of Ju's pubic hair were crushed against the edge of the
desk, making it clear that each of his blows had driven her most sensitive
flesh into the unforgiving wood. He eyed the corner of the desk thoughtfully
for a moment, visualizing its angular sharpness pressing painfully against Ju's
tender slit, and then elected to defer that pleasing notion until another
occasion. Had not the great tactician Clausewitz himself warned that one should
always hold something in reserve?
The Watcher reached out to brush a few fine hairs away from her face, and
then he removed a second coin from his stack and placed it atop the one he had
moved earlier, muttering, "Zwei!".
The third cycle of punishment was no less harrowing. Standing just to the
left of Ju's provocatively posed derriere, the Watcher rubbed the Kreuzpaddel
against the roundness of her right buttock ominously for quite a long time.
Meanwhile his left hand slid under her body and toyed with her silken mound and
deep-notched navel briefly before sliding up to fondle her left breast. At
first his touch was delicate, pleasurable, but soon the caressing hand tightened
inexorably, squeezing Ju's sensitive globe in an iron grip until tears were
streaming out of her eyes. Only then did he lift the paddle up and administer a
third painful paddle-smash to the summit of her right bottom-cheek.
"Nngghhhphfffh!"
The Watcher gave the maid's breast a final virile squeeze before
discarding the paddle and taking up the strap again. As he had done throughout,
he let a minute or so elapse between each blow, allowing the heat of each stroke
to radiate through her body. The strap took Ju by surprise this time, slashing
into her rounded bottom-ovals rather than her thighs and causing her to groan
audibly into her intimate gag.
The strap-wielder used the next brief intermezzo to run his hands over her
delicious behind, grunting with approval as he cupped the soft, rounded flesh
which the paddle had warmed for his pleasure. Once again his hands were gentle
at first, and then more aggressive, gradually widening Ju's buttock cleavage so
that he could study her secret crease and the beckoning rosebud near its base.
"Sehr schoen," he muttered before releasing her and picking up the rattan
rod. The force of the strap-stroke had caused Ju's trembling hands to relax her
grip on the skirt of her slip slightly and it had drifted lower, obscuring the
upper third of her shadowy buttock groove.
"We can't have this, now, can we?" the Watcher asked as he used the cane to
lift the garment back up to the top of her hips before lifting Ju on to her toes
with a vicious, upsweeping cane-stroke that found the soft, ripe undercurve of
her shapely buttocks.
"Ngghhmpff!
Ju's bottom was still wriggling from that fiery stroke when her tormentor
strode to the other side of the desk and added a third coin to the growing
stack between her dark, distended nipples. "Drei! Note that I am stacking these
very carefully, fraulein - see that you don't disturb the stack with your
shameless wriggling!"
Ju gave him an anguished glance; it would not take much of a reflexive
wriggle to cause her breasts to careen into the coins, not when one considered
the force of his blows.
"Well, then. Has your greed fallen victim to your cowardice?" the cool,
cynical voice asked. "Do you wish to continue, fraulein?" he barked in clipped
tones.
Despite the fact that her bottom was on fire, Ju forced herself to think of
her child and what she could do with the European sadist's largesse. She nodded
her head affirmatively.
"Gut!" the Watcher said expansively as his lips curled into a diabolical
smile. "But you know, fraulein, it strikes me that I have not yet punished you
for arriving late. We shall rectify that oversight now."
Seeing that Ju was trying to speak through the pantie-gag, the Watcher
removed it with an amused smile. "Do you deny that you were late, girl?"
"Please, sire ...I'm sorry ... One of the other girls was ill today, and
the major-domo insisted that I do her work after finishing my own. It wasn't
really my f ... ."
"Schweig!" The Watcher silenced her with a snarl. "It is my pleasure which
concerns me, not your pathetic attempts to blame others for your shortcomings."
His dark eyes narrowed. "I believe that discipline is the best teacher,
fraulein. It must be swift and sure and harsh to prevent sloth and tardiness."
"Sire... I promise..."
"Enough! The time for promises is past, fraulein!" Ju watched in
consternation as The Watcher sifted through the thick stack of papers that he
had been studying when she entered the room. What did he want with these
papers, she wondered, as she looked on while the Watcher pushed down on the
silvery clamp that held them together. He had to use considerable force in
order to open the clamp wide enough to slide the papers out.
It was only when he pushed the papers to one side that she realized with
dismay that it was the clamp that he wanted, not the papers.
He displayed the shiny metal device for her benfit, enjoying Ju's worried
expression as he pressed down on its wing-like flanges, opening its jaws as wide
as they would go. He held the clamp open for a moment, and then released the
flanges, allowing the tension in the spring to snap the teeth of the clamp back
together with a foreboding "CLICK!" that pierced the silence of the Watcher's
office.
It was only when the Watcher reached toward her left breast that the
terrible truth began to dawn on Ju Hua. Reaching out with his free hand, he
drew a circle around the aureole of her breast, letting his fingertip graze her
nipple, teasing it. He smiled as the little brown nugget responded to his
touch.
"Perhaps the memory of my shiny little toy will teach you to present
yourself at the proper time next week, fraulein," the Watcher jeered as his
fingers slid underneath her breast, cupping it gently, even as he re-opened the
jaws of the clamp with his other hand.
"S-sir ... please pardon my carelessness. It will never happen again, I-I
promise."
Ju Hua watched with mounting horror as her tormentor inched the gaping jaws
of the clamp toward the tip of her left breast. But even though her body told
her to run, she knew that even if she were somehow able to flee, she would lose
not only the money she had suffered so much to earn, and very likely her
position as well. Besides, the constricting thigh ropes had done their work
well; a one-legged man would have had more mobility than she.
The Watcher slid the lower edge of the clamp under her quivering nipple
and scraped at it gently, smiling cynically as the lovely bud continued to
blossom as he stimulated it with the hard metallic edge of the clamp.
"Are you ready, Ju, to wear your badge of tardiness?"
"P-please, sir. I-I beg you ... My breasts are very tender. I ... only
stopped nursing my baby a short time ago."
"And have I not been most considerate and patient with you? Do you imagine
that I was not tempted to ..." he paused, trying to think of an appropriate
word, "attend ... to them when they were so plump and bursting with milk? It
took all of my self-control to spare them my attentions, I assure you."
"Th-thank you sir," Ju stammered still eyeing the corky brown breast tip
which was positioned so precariously within the wide-open jaws of the clamp. "I
am most grateful, sir." What he had said was true. During their first
assignation he had made her pose for him, holding her swollen globes in her tiny
hands, while she had rubbed her tender nipples until they were thick with
desire. On another occasion he had imposed on her to squeeze her heavy breasts
until the pressure had sent fine jets of warm milk into his waiting mouth. And
only a month ago he had lain on his back on the divan and forced her to straddle
his body and cradle his erect penis between her milk-laden mounds. Then, using
only fresh-squeezed droplets of maternal milk for lubrication, she had bent
over his throbbing erection and placed it between her ripe, pendulous breasts.
The touch of her swollen breasts had excited him so much that at first she
had thought that their encounter would be brief. But he had fought off the
overpowering urge to explode, and she had been forced to pleasure his manhood
with her hyper-sensitive love-globes for quite a long time. When he could not
bear the ecstatic pleasure of her touch for a moment longer, he had ejaculated
with a violent shudder, his passion-pulsing phallus propelling jet after jet of
its own creamy secretions onto her slippery mammaries to mix with her own.
But, Ju was forced to admit that, in deference to her maternal instincts
and responsibilities, he had indeed refrained from using instruments of
discipline on her tender breasts.
Until this long-deferred moment.
'Please', she prayed silently to the spirits of her ancestors, 'don't let
him release the spring!'
"And what is the thanks I get for my solicitude?" the Watcher whispered in
an icy voice. "Tardiness! And what is worse, betrayal!"
"B-betrayal? I never betr .... Aaaaaeeiaaahh!!"
The spring-loaded jaws of the steel clamp had slammed shut, trapping her
tender nipple in its excruciatingly tight embrace.
"Do not lie to me, wench! Did you think it would escape my notice that you
had told someone of our meetings?"
Reflexively, Ju dropped her half-slip and reached to tear the punishing
clamp from her breast, but stopped short when the Watcher's strong, masculine
hand began to pull the stack of coins away from her.
"Has your avarice deserted you, then, Ju? Lift that skirt back up if you
hope to leave her with a pfennig more than you came in with!"
"Y-yes, sir," the maid murmured as a tear streamed down her left cheek.
"It's just ... it's just..."
"What? The truth, girl!" the Watcher snapped, as he walked around behind
her and picked up the paddle emblazoned with the Iron Cross.
"Oooohhh ... please ... it hurts." Ju's mind raced - she had told no one.
Only the blonde woman, and surely...
"Lift your slip, higher, slut! Or shall I look for another clamp?"
"N-no... For the love of heaven ..." and Ju's delicate fingers hoisted the
hem of her frilly undergarment up around her waist once again.
"Whom have you told about our meetings, whore?" SMACKKK!!! The Watcher
slammed the Kreuzpaddel into her derriere viciously, as his sperm-laden
testicles tightened with manly lust.
"Aaaaaiiahh!! No one ... I swear it."
CRACKKK!!! "Aaargghhhh!!" There had been no pause in between blows this
time. The leather strap had blistered her thigh-flesh again, finding the
sensitive place just below at the base of her bottom.
"Are you certain?" THWICKKKK!! The well-polished cane sliced into her
shapely buttocks with such force that for an instant Ju forgot about the
crocodilian clamp that was laying siege to her agonized breast-nugget.
"Y-yes ... you must believe me, sir," she panted, trying to catch her
breath while the Watcher stepped around to add another coin to the growing
stack, "Vier!" he muttered before reaching out and tugging at the clamp on her
left nipple.
"Aaaaghhh," Ju whimpered as this added pressure exacerbated her misery, but
at last the Watcher relented and pushed down on the metal flanges, thus
releasing Ju's brutalized nipple.
"Danke ... danke," she moaned piteously and then the realization hit her
that the removal of the clamp allowed blood to flow back into her abraded
nipple-tip, and a second wave of blinding pain coursed through her breast.
Condemned to maintain her grip on her slip, Ju was helpless to do anything but
suffer. Her body still bent at the waist over the desk, she pressed her bare
thighs firmly against its edge in the vain hope that that pressure might assuage
her anguish. A long, low moan escaped her lips.
"Sei still, mein kind, sei still. You have not yet earned half of your ...
allowance."
The toes of Ju Hua's bare feet clawed at the carpet, as she tried to
suppress the sobs of pain that were making it difficult to breathe. As the
Watcher took up his accustomed position behind her, the pain in her breast
gradually eased. The paddle, the strap and the cane were awful, but she had
borne them before and could do so again. But that ghastly clamp ...
The Watcher SMACCKK'ed her rump with the Kreuzpaddel a fifth time, almost
lifting the Chinese maid off the ground with the force of his blow. He placed
the paddle on top of her back again, and retrieved the double-strap from the
desk and waited a minute or so, letting the pain of the paddle-smash radiate
through Ju's heart-shaped buttocks. The beleaguered beauty wriggled as if she
thought her gyrations would somehow cool the flames that raged through her
smooth and shapely behind.
The petite beauty was expecting another thigh-burner, but the Watcher
crossed her up by lashing the strap across her bottom, leaving a long, diagonal
mark which began near her right hip and ended near the base of her left buttock.
"Aaaiiiahhhh!" she cried out as the cumulative impact of the blows mounted.
THWICKK!!! "Aaaeeaiiiahh!!" she groaned again, as the cane followed in the
wake of the strap. The rattan was no more than a blur as it sped through the
air. But its impact on Ju's bare bottomflesh was as tangible as that of
lightning striking a tree.
Ju trembled uncontrollably as the Watcher made his fifth trip to the stack
of coins. He removed one from the stack of six and placed it on top of Ju's
hard-earned booty. "Funf!" he exclaimed.
The stacks were now of equal size. Halfway home, Ju exhorted herself,
halfway home.
And then the Watcher picked up the clamp again and looked at it pensively.
"No ... please sir... I swear to you I told no one ..."
"You are lying, Ju. I have given you several minutes to retract your lie,
but still you persist."
At first Ju could not tear her eyes from the terrible teeth of the clamp.
And then her brown eyes darted around the room desperately as she considered her
options.
Meanwhile the Watcher's left hand snaked out to caress her right, undamaged
nipple.
Reading Ju's thoughts, the Watcher warned her, "If you step back from the
desk, Ju, you will forfeit your ... wages of sin." He smiled at his own cruel
joke. "My spies tell me that you told that blonde girl that you have a lover
in this building."
Ju shook her head agitatedly, "But sir ... I did not say who." Her head
was spinning -- How could he have known? Had the German girl told him? Why,
why had she been so foolish to tell that cursed girl?
Her nipple was beginning to swell under his touch, unconscious of the fact
that it was only seconds from agony.
"How can I believe you, now that I know you have lied to me?" the
Watcher said in a placid voice.
The lower edge of the clamp slid under the mahogany-tinted bud and began
to scrape teasingly at the half-erect nugget. Despite the rising tide of panic
that welled up within her, making it difficult to breathe, Ju felt her body
respond as if it were beyond her control.
'No,' she thought. 'No. This can't be happening.'
The Watcher stroked the blade of the clamp against the under-side of
Ju's nipple three more times, until the brave little nugget of flesh stood out
boldly from the pebbly aureole on which it stood.
And then he let the terrible clamp snap shut, pinching the sensitive
base of her breast-tip in its remorseless grip.
For the second time, Ju Hua's dark eyes filled with tears as she tried
to endure the tenacious bite of the spring clamp.
Five more times the Watcher made the short trip behind her, and five
more times he delivered his three-pronged attack on her bare bottom. After the
sixth cycle, he added another coin to her stack and then pulled the horrible
clamp off of her right nipple. Only to place it on her left nipple which still
bore a cruel indentation from its first visit.
After each of the remaining cycles, he moved the clamp from one breast
to the other, continually refreshing the attack on each of Ju's tender
lust-nipples, rather than allowing either of them to grow numb or inured to the
fiendish grip of the clamp. And only when all ten cycles of blows had been
delivered, and the Chinese girl's rounded buttocks were crimson from the
Kreuzpaddel and luridly streaked by the strap and the cane, did the Watcher step
over to the low table and retrieve the glass container that Ju had set there
what seemed like an eternity of suffering ago.
When he turned back toward her Ju was still bent double over the teak
desk. He strode determinedly back toward the petite creature whose delicious
body was still shaking uncontrollably and set the tiny cruet in the hollow
formed by the gentle curvature of her spine. Then he pulled his dark trousers
and his underwear down, revealing his massively erect cock-staff. He grunted
with pleasure as he stroked his powerful phallus a few times with his left hand
while his right hand slid around to Ju's velvety woman-slit, fingering her
delicate genitalia roughly, paying particular attention to her moist clitoris.
The Watcher leaned closer, pressing his throbbing truncheon against the
crevice that separated the perfect buttocks of his tiny Chinese doll, and then
slid the length of his cock up and down Ju's enticing butt-crease several times,
savoring the feel of her springy bottom-flesh against his manhood. Grinding his
pelvis aggressively against hers, his hands slid up her body and cupped her
bruised but tempting love plums and gave them a virile squeeze.
Only when those preliminaries had been completed, did the Watcher remove
the stopper from the tiny cruet and sniff at its dark contents. "Sesame," he
whispered. "A lovely choice, little one."
"P-please, sir ... I'm still very sore from last time."
An evil smile crossed the Watcher's face as he recalled how he had taken
her during their last encounter, bending her supple little body into a tortured
pretzel on the long divan and then plundering her tight little love-nook with a
withering onslaught of deep, penetrating strokes.
"You do me an injustice, meine liebe," he replied in an injured tone.
"I have no intention of hurting your pretty little puss today." He raked the
nails of his left hand across both of her burning buttocks, and when he spoke
next it was in a low, guttural voice. "Spread your cheeks for me, sklavin!" he
ordered.
Ju felt a rising tide of panic climbing into her throat making it
difficult for her to breathe. "N-no... you can't...I beg you ... not there."
Somehow she had never imagined that such a seemingly elegant man could harbor
such depraved desires.
"Spread them I say, you disobedient slut! Or leave empty-handed!"
The Watcher held Ju's slip in his left hand while the fear-crazed
beauty reached behind her and placed her dainty fingers on her rosy
bottom-cheeks and eased the alluring ovals gently apart.
Holding the cruet carefully in his right hand, the Watcher very
deliberately let the teaspoon of sesame oil drip dribble down into the upper end
of Ju's lovely butt-cleft. He waited for a few seconds, allowing the slippery
liquid to trickle down toward her tiny rosette and the inviting labia that
guarded the woman-slit beyond. The Watcher slid the bulbous head of his naked,
blood-thickened penis up through her ass-crease once, slowly, anointing it with
the minute quantity of oil. The inward pressure of her sweet young buttocks on
his glans caused him to shudder with suppressed excitement.
When his cock-tip was moist with the aromatic oil, the Watcher pressed
his semi-slick weapon against Ju's anal entrance and thrust his hips forward,
trying to wedge the head of his big Deutschenschwanz into Ju's tiny nether
opening. As he increased the pressure, Ju's low groan of pain seemed to rise up
from her entrails.
"Ach! Was fur ein suesser Arsch!" he muttered with obscene delight,
enjoying the one-sided sexual combat whose result was not in doubt. He fisted
his stiff ramrod and bucked forward against her adorable ass yet again,
ruthlessly forcing the aggressive tip of his cock-muscle against the muscular
ring that guarded her forbidden entrance. Every nerve-ending on the head of his
penis seemed charged with erotic electricity as his stabbing movements sent jolt
after jolt of intense pleasure all along the length of his marauding prick, and
back into his lust-heavy testicles. He continued with a succession of compact
virile thrusts that stretched little Ju's sparsely-oiled rosette until his
determined cockstaff had breached the tiny opening.
"NNGH! NGMHH!! Ju's guttural groans were several octaves lower than her
normal soprano and almost unrecognizable, as the Watcher's plunging piston
forced its way ever further inside her spasming starfish. The fleshy walls of
Ju's tight tubular channel gave ground grudgingly, trying to thwart the
Watcher's violent, rectum-filling lunges. But his strength and will to dominate
was too much for her tiny body and gradually his hard-pumping manhood mastered
her, thrust by invasive thrust. She continued her valiant resistance even
after the punishing cock was lodged deep inside her, but every movement to
escape the impaling beast served only to make her overstrained interior muscles
clutch his engine of lust more tightly.
The more Ju fought him, the louder and faster the Watcher's grunts of
pleasure grew, and her every futile attempt to repel him only caused him to
quicken his punishing pace as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through his
loins. The energy of his concussive lunges caused Ju's back and shoulders to
stiffen with the impact of each brutal thrust, giving her lower back a
sublimely beautiful arch. But it was the shape and feel of her rounded buttocks
that brought the Watcher to heights of passion he had known but rarely. Ju's
bottom was exquisitely feminine without being over-broad and fleshy in the way
of too many women of his own country, and under his relentless assault it
wriggled and writhed in sensuous half-circles that would have aroused an
octogenarian. The blushing after-effects of the flogging he had administered
gave an extra touch of color and warmth to her perfect ivory-gold buttocks.
The white ropes that cinched Ju's thighs had been judiciously placed,
too; with her legs bound together, all of the muscular tension in her legs and
pelvis and groin was forced inward. The Watcher exulted in this compression,
which resulted in an almost unbearably delicious series of contractions that
sent intense surges of desire through his manly erection.
After several minutes of plucky resistance, the unequal sexual struggle
had resulted in Ju's involuntary muscular contractions sucking his pillaging
penis deep into her incomparably tight nether cavity. He redoubled the violence
of his lunges, slamming the bare thighs of the petite Chinese beauty against
his teakwood desk with such force that her body dislodged its heavy front leg
from a depression in the carpet that it had occupied for years.
As his excitement mounted the Watcher reached around to seized the
luscious cones of flesh that he had so cruelly clamped earlier in the evening,
paying no heed to Ju's anguished cries of misery. His evil hands tore at the
tender innocent breasts which had so recently been filled with mother's milk,
even as Ju's elastic rear passageway unwillingly milked his hard-ramming
phallus.
Finally after a maddeningly thrilling series of rectum-stretching thrusts
he exploded, spitting volley after volley of sodomizing semen deep into Ju Hua's
abused bottom-chute.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" he exclaimed, with a long, satisfied sigh as he withdrew
his bloated, semen-dripping man-weapon from Ju's exhausted body even as she fell
forward across his desk, breathing heavily.
"Did I please you well, sir?" she asked a moment later, in a voice
utterly drained of strength, knowing that she dare not move until he had
answered in the affirmative.
Only after he had answered with a curt "Ja" did she seek and receive
permission to undo the ropes that cut so deeply into her thighs - but not until
she had performed the degrading ritual of kneeling before him and using her lips
and tongue to clean his phallus. The Watcher ran his fingers through her
lustrous black hair, pulling her face ever-closer to his crotch as she
tongue-polished the residue of sesame and semen that clung to his manhood from
its angry, bluish-red tip down to its hairy root. She would gladly have
returned one of the coins for a glass of water and an empty basin so that she
could rinse the foul taste from her mouth.
That final depravity accomplished, Ju returned the three instruments and
the coil of rope to the cabinet in which she had found them. Then she retrieved
her clothes and put them on hurriedly -- except for the crimson scarf into which
she scooped the twenty coins she had endured so much to win.
After knotting the scarf around the bundle of coins, Ju bowed to the man
who was once again seated behind the desk, perusing the document he had been
studying earlier. He inclined his head in her direction, dismissing her.
The pretty maid's right hand was poised to unlatch the door through
which she had entered when the Watcher's imperious voice called across the room.
"Will I see you next Wednesday evening, Ju?"
Ju froze in her tracks and closed her eyes. She leaned her forehead
against the heavy wooden door as the sordid events of the evening began to
replay themselves in her mind. But as she lifted her left hand to wipe at a
furtive tear, the coins in her silken bundle clicked together gently and she
remembered why she had tapped on the other side of this portal of hell two hours
earlier. After a long moment of silence and a despondent sigh, she voiced the
words, "Yes, sir. At nine o'clock," in a trembling voice and unlatched the
door.
"Ju?" the sinister voice called out as she stepped into the doorway.
Apprehensively, Ju Hua turned back toward the man behind the teak desk.
"Yes, sir?"
"I suggest that you make every effort to be on time."
