The Adventures of the Jade Dragon

Episode 10

The Jade Dragon’s Defeat

Chapter 3 Huan Yue’s Initiation

Huan Jue moaned and opened her eyes. Someone had hit her right between the eyes with a sledgehammer, or at least it felt like it. She had a headache such as she had never thought possible. She closed her eyes against the blinding light that shone in her eyes and tried to raise her arm to block it off. It was then that she realized she couldn’t move her arms or any other part of her body.

She opened her eyes wide, fear sweeping over her as she realized that her arms and legs were completely fettered. She was lying on her back on some sort of raised surface. A wide black leather belt was cinched tightly about her waist. On either side of the belt was a leather cuff into which her wrists were strapped. Her legs were folded so that her calves were pressed tightly against her thighs and strapped tightly by two more leather belts. Horror swept over her and she struggled without thinking. It was then that she realized in the terror of her awakening that she had missed the most important element of her bondage. She was entirely naked and surrounded by more than a dozen leering men.

“Mmmppphh!” The sound that came out of her mouth alerted her to the final element of her captivity. A rubber ball had been stuffed into her mouth and was held there by still one more set of straps that fitted over her head. She was trussed up like a chicken and completely helpless to do anything to save herself or even protest what might be done to her. Her feeling of terror was so absolute that she broke out into a cold sweat and she had to exert all of her self control to prevent her bladder from releasing.

“So the little sister is awake,” said one of the men standing around.

Huan Yue knew him at once. There was no mistaking the hulking figure of Nails Larson. Like all heroines she knew her criminals, and the man’s powerful physique, jutting jaw, small pig-like eyes, and short coarse dark hair were unmistakable. She was in deadly danger. Her thoughts went immediately to her mother and she turned her head from side to side, desperately seeking her.

The Jade Dragon was there, just a few feet away and identically restrained. She was looking directly toward her, but her jade eyes were calm, revealing not the faintest hint of fear. Huan Yue knew that her mother had been captured before. As part of her training she had been warned that such an event might occur. Her mother had been very explicit about the danger, but nothing she had said had prepared her for the cold reality of the real thing. She now had a very good idea of what it was really like, and it took all of her courage not to scream hysterically into the gag.

“Just a scared little bitch ain’t ya? Not like your big sister.” Larson loomed over her, his lips twisted in a sneer. “Well she’s going to be just as scared before I‘m through with her and you’re going to be screaming your head off.”

For a second the reference to her mother as her sister confused Huan Yue and then she realized that it was a natural mistake. Huan Yue had spent most of her life with her mother in the mystical Mountain of Heaven. She didn’t exactly understand the dynamics of that strange place, but she did know that time passed there in a most strange fashion. While she had grown from an infant of just twelve months to a young woman of seventeen years, her mother and her adult companions, Scorpion and Nova, had aged only a single year. Her mother appeared to be only in her middle twenties when in reality she should have been almost fifty.

But that didn’t matter now. Mistaken identity or not, she and her mother were in the grasp of the most brutal of Metro City’s crimelords. Unless they could escape they could expect only the most vicious treatment. It was a thought that made her bowels clench and the sweat bead on her velvet skin.

Larson ran his finger over her body, tracing a line from her delicate collarbone to her left nipple. Huan Yue trembled as his finger circled the taut copper-pink bud. “You are frightened, ain’t you bitch? Let’s see how much of a reaction I can get out of you.”

He moved away from her for a second. By now Huan Yue realized that what she was lying on was a rough wooden table top. It left her within easy reach of the men around her, but none of them made a move to touch her. Apparently she was Larson’s to play with until he tired of her.

He came back holding something in his hand. Once again Huan Yue had to fight hard to keep from screaming in fear. He was holding a pair of very nasty looking pliers and the direction of his eyes told him exactly where he was going to use them.

“MmmmpppHHH!” Huan Yue screamed into the gag as the pliers closed over her left nipple.

Sun Lin strained her magnificent body as she watched her daughter being tortured. But something was wrong. She was unable to fully focus her will and all she succeeded in doing was forcing herself to the edge of exhaustion. She should have been able to concentrate her energies and burst the bonds that held her, but something was interfering with her efforts to call on the resources of her mind and body. Her head pounded as if it was being attacked with a jackhammer and she wondered what had been in the tea Liu had served her. Whatever it was she found it impossible to concentrate her psychic energy, leaving her helpless in the hands of her enemies.

Her chest heaving from exertion, and her body slick with perspiration, she was forced to watch as Nails Larson systematically tormented Huan Yue. Both of her daughter’s nipples were bleeding from where the pliers had crushed them. Fortunately Larson had decided not to completely destroy the delicate buds, but the pain must have been excruciating.

“Block the pain,” Sun Lin thought as she watched Huan Yue write in agony. “Why doesn’t she block the pain?” Then Sun Lin realized that her daughter was probably suffering from the same drug hangover that had paralyzed her. Both mother and daughter were helpless to save themselves or even block the pain of the torment the villain was planning to inflict upon them.

Sun Lin watched in disgust as Larson put down the pliers and then began to lick the blood from Huan Yue’s torn nipple. Her daughter, although no longer screaming, whimpered loudly as he sucked hard on the bleeding rosebud. Even more alarming, however, was the tremendous bulge in the front of Larson’s trousers. The sight drove her to another frantic attempt to escape. It availed her nothing, except to temporarily distract Larson from sucking Huan Yue’s nipples.

“Don’t worry Jade Dragon,” the thug sneered. “I’ll get around to you. In the meantime you can enjoy the show while I enjoy your partner.” He picked up the pliers again and turned back to her trembling daughter.

Huan Yue struggled to bring her fear under control. Even with all her training she had not been able to banish the pain of Larson’s brutality. She suspected the drugged tea she had been given had suppressed her ability to control pain, but there was also the sheer horror and helplessness of her situation. She had never expected that her first close up encounter with a criminal would be like this. The feeling of being completely at the mercy of a brutal villain was overwhelmingly frightening. The throbbing pain of her bleeding nipples reminded her every second just how helpless she was. Larson could do anything he wanted to her and all she could do was scream into her gag.

She watched Larson approach. He had not destroyed her nipples, but it felt as if he had. She could not believe the amount of pain she was in. Every beat of her pounding heart renewed the pulsing agony and it took all of her inner strength not to whimper in terror as Larson approached. What did he intend to do to her now?

She swallowed, and sought the inner strength that her mother had taught her to tap. She was the daughter of the Jade Dragon. She would not scream like a little girl. “He won’t make me scream again, she thought. “He won’t make me scream.”

She almost forgot her resolve as Larson tore away her light silk panties. Without realizing it her breath quickened until she was almost panting. Her full breasts heaved and quivered as he parted her legs. She tried to fight him, but the leverage was all on his side. She struggled frantically as he moved between her thighs.

Without being asked two henchmen stepped forward. Standing on either side of her they pressed down on her knees, spreading her wide and leaving her completely open to Larson’s predations. Huan Yue panted in fear as Larson leaned forward and removed the gag. She gulped in great mouthfuls of air as she continued to struggle against the rape she knew was coming.

But Larson surprised her. Instead of yanking down his trousers he leaned back and slowly ran his hand over her pubic mound, stroking the dark triangle at the apex of her thighs as if she was a cat.

Huan Yue’s eyes widened as Larson began to do more than just stroke her. In spite of her promise not to scream, she was on the verge of complete panic. In accepting her role as a heroine, she had never suspected the absolute terror she now experienced.

Her mother had warned her, but Sun Lin’s little talk about the dangers a heroine faced if she fell into the hands of a brute like Nails Larson had not even remotely prepared her for the absolute terror that gripped her. She was completely helpless, stripped naked, and her legs spread wide while the most brutal criminal in Metro City fondled her nether region. Additionally, her breasts throbbed from the bruises and abrasions Larson had inflicted with the pliers. And her horror was compounded by the fact that just a few feet away, her mother lay bound and gagged; forced to watch while Larson prepared to rape her.

Her fear and chagrin was not lost on Larson. “Scared little girl?” he sneered. “You should be. Things are going to become awfully painful.”

He was inside her now, his middle finger going where no man had ever been. “Better and better,” Larson grunted as his finger pushed against her taut hymen. “I get to fuck a virgin.”

Larson’s words struck Huan Yue like hammer. She was going to be brutally taken against her will. She opened her mouth to plead for mercy, but snapped it shut. It was exactly what Larson wanted. She would not degrade herself further, but holding still while he fondled her most private place took all of her self-control. “Please,” she thought, “won’t someone help me?”

There was no answer to her silent plea. Instead Larson stopped playing with her. His eyes narrowed as he switched the pliers to his right hand and lowered them to her crotch.

“Uunnh!” Huan Yue’s resistance was almost at an end. Worn down by her fear, she let out a grunt of pain as Larson used the pliers to rip out her pubic hair.

A low laugh signaled Larson’s pleasure at her pain. She tried to hold still as he systematically removed her dark pelt, leaving her as bare as the day she was born. She wanted to say something as he tortured her; almost anything. Why was he doing this to her? What had she done to deserve such brutal treatment? What was going to happen to her? What was going to happen to her mother?

But she knew that Larson would simply laugh at her questions and that it would give him even greeter pleasure to hear her pathetic pleas for information. And so she remained mute biting back the pain and fear; waiting to see what Larson would do next.

The time finally came that she feared most. Larson leered into her face. “Terrified ain’t you? Well, it’s gonna get worse. Now I’m gonna make a woman of you. I’m going to spread that tight pussy and fuck you till you bleed.”

Huan Yue almost begged him not to do it, but she caught the expectant gleam in his eyes. He wanted to hear her beg; wanted to force her to demean herself by pleading for mercy for herself and her mother. She gritted her teeth and waited, her body breaking out into a cold sweat, and her heart pounding so hard she feared it would burst through her chest.

Larson undressed quickly, apparently anxious to enjoy his prize. Stripping down to his skin he revealed a heavyset, slightly paunchy body, but a powerful one for all that. He was thickly covered in dark hair over almost parts of his anatomy, and in Huan Yue’s eyes his swollen organ seemed enormous. He stood in front of her for a second or so as if to further intimidate her, and then seeing no reaction from the helpless girl, he dragged her toward him so that her buttocks were half off the table

Hue Yue’s windpipe tightened up so much that she could hardly breathe, but she sucked in a lungful of air in a great gasp as Larson penetrated her. He did it all in one powerful thrust, jamming himself deep inside her. Then she screamed.

She hadn’t meant to. More than anything else she wanted to deny Larson the pleasure watching her writhe in pain and scream in terror and shame as he took her, but she was unable to hold it back. “I’m sorry, mummy,” she cried, and then she burst into tears.

It was not the pain. She had expected that; it was the feeling of utter helplessness and the despair of being in the grip of a vicious thug who wanted to hurt her as much as possible. Her body already ached from Larson’s idea if “foreplay,” and the crimelord was far from gentle. He thrust into her with all the subtlety of a steam drill, his heavy sweating body looming over her as his thick member ripped into her.

As he had promised she bled as his penis first tore through her maidenhead and then penetrated to her cervix. Her perfect breasts bounced with every thrust, the bruised nipples describing perfect arcs as he hammered her again and again.

Her sobbing gradually subsided as she brought herself under control, but the pain didn’t. He felt huge inside her. Every thrust of his hips felt as if he was driving a post into her. Her legs were spread as far apart as possible in an unconscious attempt to ease the pain, but nothing seemed to help. Her agony actually increased as he raped her until she was raw.

With pig-like enthusiasm the sweating villain grunted in pleasure as his heavy body pinned her to the table. He had shifted his weight, leaning forward until he was completely on top of her, the crushing weight of his heavy body adding to her torment.

And then he ejaculated, spurting deep into her womb.

Fear of a different sort clouded Huan Yue’s mind; one that was intimately tied to her own existence. She knew that she had been conceived in a vicious rape. Her mother had never disclosed the identity of the father other than to say that he had been forced on her and was not completely responsible for his actions. It was a statement that puzzled her, but she had never sought further information, knowing that her mother would tell her in time if she thought it necessary. Now she faced a similar horror and understood her mother’s reluctance to speak of it. What if Larson’s seed took root in her womb? The horror generated by that thought almost exceeded the brutality and degradation of the rape itself.

But she did not have long to dwell on that fear. Larson pulled out of her with a grunt of satisfaction. Stepping back he took a towel from one of his henchmen and wiped the blood and semen from his genitals. Then, nodding toward her he gave a command that got Huan Yue’s undivided attention. “Fuck her, boys.”

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