Adventures
of the Jade Dragon
Episode
7
The Black Leopard’s
Triumph
Chapter
3 Scorpion’s
Torment
The Jade Dragon flexed
tensed her body, but it was no use.
She was too tightly secured to
escape. The Black Leopard had
done a very good job of making sure that she was not going
anywhere. She had been bound
between two upright wooden posts, each eight inches in
diameter. Leather cuffs had been
strapped on each of her wrists and a metal chain led from a ring on each
cuff to a heavy steel eyebolt on each
post. The chain passed through
the eyebolt to a small winch on each
post. It did not escape her notice
that whenever they desired, her captors could tighten the winches and literally
pull her arms out of their sockets.
Her legs were shackled in the same way as her wrists, and were slightly
spread by the tension on the chain.
She still wore all of her costume except her black leather gloves,
which had been removed to facilitate placing the cuffs on her
wrists.
It had been surprisingly easy to remove her and Melissa from the folds of
the net. The Black Leopard had
sprinkled some sort of liquid on the webbing and the sticky substance that
held them so tightly had relaxed its
grip. However, the black-clad
villainess had been most careful not to release them all at
once. She had unglued just enough
of the net to enable one of the Pussies to first bind their wrists behind
them. Then she had released their
legs, which had been immediately lashed together at the
ankles. Finally they had both
been gagged and blindfolded before being picked up and carried to the edge
of the art gallery roof. Ropes
had been attached to their feet and they had been lowered to the ground and
then carried to an automobile where they had been stuffed into the
trunk. Before the lid of the
trunk had been closed a damp cloth had been held to their
noses. The unmistakable smell
of chloroform filled their nostrils and then both women had passed
out. When the Jade Dragon had
awakened she found herself between the two posts as she was
now.
Melissa was just a few feet away.
The girl seemed to still be
asleep. Unlike Sun Lin she was
not tied between two posts, but instead had been tied to a T-shaped apparatus
consisting of a heavy upright crossed by a smaller crossbar at the
top. Her arms had been tied to
the parallel bar at the wrists and elbows, and her legs were spread by two
chains attached to two eyebolts set into the
floor.
The Jade Dragon pretended to be still
unconscious. Across the room
was Ocelot. The blonde Pussy
was filing her nails. Probably
she was supposed to be watching for the time she and Melissa woke up, but
had gotten bored and was now amusing herself in another
way. It was just possible that
if she and Melissa were left alone long enough she might be able to work
her way loose. Sun Lin pulled
against her bonds again, trying not to make any
noise. The weakness in the shackles
that bound them was the leather cuffs on her
wrists. Given enough time and
patience she might be able to stretch the leather enough to break
free.
At that moment, Melissa stirred.
She moved her head and mumbled something
incoherent. Instantly Ocelot
was on her feet. The slinky blonde
crossed to Scorpion and stood right in from of her, her hands on her
hips. “Take me out did you,
bitch?” the blonde Pussy demanded.
Drawing back her hand she struck Melissa hard across the
face. Immediately, Scorpion’s
luminous brown eyes opened as her head jerked
back.
“Mmm…?” she muttered, her mind still obviously fogged by the
chloroform. Ocelot balled her
hand up into a fist to hit her again.
“That doesn’t require much courage,” said the Jade Dragon
loudly. “You weren’t
able to do that when you were face to face with her were you?”
“So you’re awake too?” Ocelot responded venomously.
“Blackie will be
pleased. But before I tell her
perhaps I’ll teach you a few manners.”
“I doubt you know any,” replied Sun Lin calmly.
“Very funny. Let’s
see how funny this is.” As
she spoke, Ocelot drove the ball of her foot with as much force as she could
muster into the Jade Dragon’s solar
plexus.
She might as well have kicked the wall.
In spite of being completely vulnerable to the attack, the Jade Dragon
merely clenched the muscles of her diaphragm and easily absorbed the
blow. A puzzled look, almost
instantly replaced by anger swept over Ocelot’s masked
face.
“Bitch. You think
you’re tough. Blackie will
have you screaming your lungs out and I’m gonna enjoy every second of
it.”
“What’s the fuss, dear?” demanded a silken voice, as the Black
Leopard flowed silently into the room.
“Ah! I see our guests
are awake.” She glared at
Ocelot. “Have you been playing
with them without me? I told
you I was to be notified at once!”
She moved menacingly toward the cringing
Pussy. With lighting speed she
caught hold of Ocelot’s ear as she tried to duck
away.
“Please, Blackie, I was going to tell you, but that bitch made fun of
me.”
The Black Leopard’s eyes narrowed.
It was a strange scene.
Ocelot stood a good head taller than the oriental villainess, but
she was clearly in awe of the smaller
woman. Like her Pussies, the
Black Leopard was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit that followed every
contour of her exquisite body. The
only difference between the arch-villainess and her acolytes was the tiny
set of ears on the side of her cowl, and a golden claw emblazoned just over
her left breast. “Made fun
of you did she? Well, I’ll
soon change her tune. And if
you call me Blackie one more time I’m going to take away your toy for
a month.”
“Yes, Bl…, I mean Mistress,” Ocelot
stammered. “I’ll try
to remember.”
“Do that,” the Black Leopard said
idly. She had already turned
her attention to the Jade Dragon.
She moved in front of the helpless heroine and stood there with her
hands on her hips.
Sun Lin regarded her captor calmly.
She knew that the Black Leopard liked to terrify her victims and was
determined not to show any fear.
This was not the first time she had been face to face with her worst
enemy. She had defeated her in
their only physical confrontation and had come into contact with her numerous
other times, even rescuing her on one
occasion. But she expected no
mercy from the petite woman that stood in front of
her. The Black Leopard had an
intense hatred of all superheroines, and had made it her goal to capture
and torment them whenever she could.
On several occasions she had captured one of the Jade Dragon’s
companions and her “entertainment” of her prisoners had always
been painful and humiliating in the
extreme. This was the first time,
however, that Sun Lin had fallen into her
clutches.
Li Mei, licked her lips. “At
last, Jade Dragon, I have you in my
power. I have wonderful plans
for you. More wonderful than
you can imagine. But first I
would like to warm you up.”
She looked at Melissa.
“You and your tall
friend.” She turned to Tiger,
who had followed her mistress into the
room. “Ask Stiletto to come
in here.”
A minute later Elenah Firenza, known better to both the criminal elements
and law enforcement agencies as Stiletto, entered the
room. Unlike the Black Leopard
and her Pussies she wore no costume, but was dressed instead in a low-cut
black dress, slit high up the side.
It served to show off her magnificent bosom and long shapely legs
to advantage. Her face was obscured
by a veil that completely hid her face.
“Alright,” she said.
“You’ve got both the
heroines. Now why don’t
you just kill them?”
“Kill them?” The Black
Leopard was clearly surprised.
“Why would I do that?
I’m an arch-villainess, not a
murderer. Superheroines must
be tortured. Only then are they
to be killed. And as I explained
I have something special planned for these
two.” She stepped toward
the Jade Dragon, and slipped one finger under the edge of her
cowl. “Something very
special.”
“Well, I
am a murderer,” replied Elenah,
“And I say we kill them. This
plan of yours is dangerous. One
of their friends could show up to rescue them.”
“Not,” said the Black Leopard looking at Elenah meaningfully, “if
no one knows where they are and no one tells anyone
else.”
“Don’t worry,” said Elenah, “I won’t tell, but I
want no part of this foolishness.
She removed a razor edged knife from a sheath on her
thigh. “If you want them
dead, I’ll cut their throats, but I’m not going to play with
them.”
“Oh,” said the Black Leopard, hurt sounding in her
voice. “I thought you’d
help me. But have it your
way. I’ll get the Pussies
to help.”
“Call me if you need me,” replied Elenah turning
away. Immediately, Wildcat and
Cheetah bounced into the room.
“Can we play with her?” they asked pointing to the Jade
Dragon.
Li Mei shook her head. Her hand
was well under Sun Lin’s cowl and was caressing her cheek and
ear. “This one is all
mine. But you can have the other
one if you like, as long as you share her with the
others.”
Wildcat pouted a bit, but then
brightened. “Alright, but
I get to have her first.”
“No fair,” protested Ocelot.
“I was here first.”
“And I was here second,” added Tiger.
The Black Leopard made a noise very similar to a
growl. “Share
her. And stop the arguing before
I lose my temper!”
“Yes Bla…mistress,” replied
Ocelot. She turned to
Wildcat. “See, we have to
share.”
Wildcat turned a baleful glance on her fellow Pussy, but said
nothing. Instead she went to
Melissa and started to undress her.
Sun Lin knew it would do no good to beg, but decided to try
anyway. “Black
Leopard. You’ve got
me. Let my companion
go. You can blindfold her and
she will never find her way back here.
I’ll do anything you want if you just let her
go.”
“No!” Melissa’s
protest was almost a shout.
“I’ll not be spared at your
expense.” She had fully
recovered consciousness, and she was horrified that the Jade Dragon might
sacrifice herself in order that she might go
free. She offered herself
instead. “Take me,”
she said to the Black Leopard.
“I’m a member of the Assassins’
Guild. You could have no greater
prize than me.”
“Very noble, both of you,” said Mei Li, her voice dripping with
sarcasm. “But I already
have both of you. Not much of
an offer really.”
“I…I’ll be your slave,” said Melissa,
swallowing.
“My slave?” The Black
Leopard sounded interested.
“To have a member of the Assassins’ Guild as a
slave. Most
tempting.” She looked at
Melissa’s tall, full figure.
Stretched out on the horizontal bar, Scorpion’s gorgeous body
was revealed in every detail. Her
nipples could be clearly seen beneath the sheer silk of her costume, and
her long smooth muscles rippled as she strained against her
bonds.
Reaching out, the Black Leopard ran her hand over Scorpion’s flat
stomach. “Alright,”
she said.
“Agreed. You will
serve as my slave and I will release the Jade Dragon.”
“Don’t listen to her, Scorpion,” the Jade Dragon
pleaded. “She won’t
keep her word. You’re
sacrificing yourself for nothing.”
“Gag her,” ordered the Black
Leopard. Sun Lin’s protests
were cut off in mid sentence, but she continued to make muffled noises beneath
the gag. “Use the
chloroform,” added the Black Leopard, a hint of irritation in her
voice.
Tiger produced a bottle and a rag.
Holding it to the Jade Dragon’s nose, she waited until the heroine
went limp. “Untie her,”
said the Black Leopard. “Take
her to
Melissa swallowed. She took a
deep breath. She had to save
her friend. “I swear,”
she said.
“Blackie,” asked Wildcat.
“Does this mean we don’t get to play with
her?” Disappointment was
clearly indicated in her voice.
“I think I can share her,” said the Black
Leopard. “As a matter of
fact you can have her first. But
I don’t want her damaged. A
slave is valuable property. Play
with her for a few hours, then I’ll take my
turn.
“Slave,” she said turning to Melissa, “obey all commands given
to you by Wildcat. You will be
punished severely if you do not. Is
that understood?”
“Yes,” said Melissa through clenched
teeth. “I
understand.” She was beginning
to comprehend what she was going to have to endure.
“Yes,
Mistress,” the Black Leopard corrected,
taking Scorpion’s jaw in her hand and forcing her to look directly into
the oriental villainess’ eyes.
“Yes, Mistress,” Melissa
repeated. She had let herself
in for a
nightmare. It was a return
to the time when she had been badly brutalized by the Master Assassin who
had trained her (See Episode 6, The
Jade Dragon and
Scorpion). Everything seemed to be happening
over again.
Turning quickly the Black Leopard left the room, leaving Scorpion alone with
the four grinning Pussies. As
soon as the Black Leopard’s soft footsteps faded away, they were all
over her. Wildcat fondled
Melissa’s breasts, squeezing and pinching them through the thin fabric
of her costume. “My,
aren’t these firm?” she
exclaimed. “I wonder what
they look like naked?”
Tiger’s fingers cupped Scorpion’s crotch rubbing her hand over
the sensitive region, while Ocelot amused herself by pulling down the zipper
on the back of her costume and running her fingers over the small of
Scorpion’s back. Cheetah
slipped her hand under Melissa’s cowl.
Scorpion had been molested and raped before, but always by
men. Somehow, she found being
mauled by these four voracious women even worse in some
respects. Perhaps it was due
to the humiliation of being fondled in places where no woman had ever touched
her or perhaps it was their abusive stream of comments as they explored her
body.
“Mmmm, nice tits,” said Ocelot, as she moved her hand under
Scorpion’s tight dress and over her
breasts. She gave each nipple
a hard pinch. “I’ll
bet they’re fun to suck on.”
“Oooh, what a nice soft pussy,” chirped
Tiger. “Bet it’s nice
and tight.”
“Just like her buns,” added Cheetah, “soft and malleable,
but muscular too.”
“I like her mouth,” added
Cheetah. “Perfect
lips. Wonder what she kisses
like. Might be fun to check out
her tongue too. Tell her to open
up, Wildcat.”
“You heard the lady,” Wildcat said, continuing to stroke
Melissa’s breasts. “Open
up.”
Reluctantly, but remembering her promise, Melissa let her jaw
drop. Immediately, Cheetah poked
her finger inside and began to play with Melissa’s
tongue. “Oh, she’s
got a long one. And it’s
so wet and pliant.”
Melissa was tempted the villainess’ finger,
but restrained herself. As if
guessing her mind Cheetah asked, “You wouldn’t bite me would you,
slave?”
“No,” she wouldn’t answered
Wildcat. “Slaves don’t
bite those they serve do they slave?”
Scorpion remained silent and suddenly without warning, Wildcat slapped her
face, hard. “Answer me
slave!” she demanded.
Melissa tasted blood. Rolling
her tongue over her bleeding cheeks, she answered softly, “No, they
don’t. I mean I
won’t.”
“Won’t what, slave?” Wildcat
pressed.
“I won’t bite.”
“I won’t bite,
Mistress,” corrected
Wildcat. This time she slapped
Melissa’s head back the other way.
“Mistress,” Melissa said
miserably.
“Hey,” said Ocelot.
“That means I’m a mistress too.”
“And me,” said Tiger.
“Just like Blackie.”
“Stop the prattle, girls,” ordered
Wildcat. “It’s time
to get our slave to perform for
us.” She began to untie
Scorpion’s arms from the wooden
crossbeam. Immediately, the other
Pussies joined in, releasing her ankles from the chains and helping with
the ropes on her arms. Within
a few seconds, she was free.
A rush of sensation swept through her
arms. The circulation had been
cut off and the flow of blood into her limbs brought a surge of
pain. But she hid her
discomfort. She was free, and
that was what was important. Or
was she free? Scorpion’s
first instinct was to strike out at the quartet of costumed women that surrounded
her, but she had given her word.
She was still as much a captive without her bonds as she had been
with them. She waited to see
what the four women would do with her.
“First the mask,” Wildcat said.
“Let’s see what you look
like. Take it
off.” Melissa
hesitated. Unmasking her would
reveal her secret identity. But
then she reconsidered. Did it
really matter? Who was she anyway?
Just some poor orphan girl of little
importance. It was unlikely that
any of the Pussies would recognize
her.
Slowly she peeled the cowl off her head, and shook her long brown hair
loose. She stood with head up,
letting the Pussies admire her.
“Ohh, she’s pretty,” said
Tiger. “Do we get to keep
her?”
“Yes, we do,” replied Wildcat, caressing Melissa’s
cheek. “And we can do anything
we want with her.”
Melissa shivered. There was something
about the way Wildcat spoke that gave her a hollow feeling inside her
stomach.
“Anyone recognize her?” asked
Wildcat.
“Is this a game?” asked Tiger.
“Do we get a prize if we guess right?”
“I think she’s Sue Carol,” guessed Cheetah, naming a popular
movie star. “Did I
win?”
“She’s not anyone, you morons,” said Wildcat
wearily. “I should have
known better than to ask.” She
turned back to Scorpion.
“Strip,” she ordered.
Scorpion took a deep breath. She
would rather have died than been forced to strip in front of such idiots,
but she was committed. She had
given her word. She reached up
and slipped the strap from her shapely
shoulder. Her costume dropped
away from her breasts, leaving her naked to the
waist.
A collective gasp went up from the four
women. “What happened to
your chest?” asked Tiger.
“Did you get burned?”
“Someone branded her. And
did a mighty good job,” said
Wildcat. “Now we know why
she is called Scorpion.”
Hardly able to believe her eyes, she traced the outline of the
scorpion-shaped burn between Melissa’s full
breasts. “Looks like you
can stand a lot of pain,” she added.
“That’s good, you’ll need that
ability. Now remove the rest
of your outfit.”
Melissa felt herself blushing. In
spite of the fact that she had been raped before, she was not used to the
intense scrutiny she was being exposed
to.
“Hey, she’s turning pink,” commented Ocelot as Melissa dropped
the rest of her outfit to the floor and stood there, clad only in her panties
and boots.
“The rest of it, cutie,” Wildcat
prompted. “Let’s have
a look at that nice soft pussy of yours.”
Scorpion removed her boots first, and then slipped her panties down her long
legs. She was now revealed in
all her naked glory. One of the
most beautiful women on the face of the planet, she stood proudly erect,
determined not to show fear in the face of the four women surrounding
her. Most galling go all to her
was the knowledge that she was capable of defeating all of them with ease
but was forced by the strength of her word to submit to
them.
“Unzip me,” Wildcat said to
Tiger. The tall blonde complied,
and the shapely brownette stripped off her own costume, leaving only her
mask. “Now,” she said
taking hold of Scorpion’s hair and forcing her face in the direction
of her nether region, lick me superheroine.”
Melissa found herself on her knees, her face only a few inches from
Wildcat’s vulva. She had
never been with another woman before and did not know what to
do. But Wildcat soon helped her
out. Grabbing her long brown
hair with both hands she hauled her over to a
chair. Wildcat sat down with
her legs spread and pulled Melissa between her
thighs. “Now lick me
slave. And do a good job or I
will be very angry.” She
gave a final tug on Melissa’s hair and pulled her nose right into her
nether region.
Melissa could smell the strong musky odor of Wildcat’s
sex. The woman was already
aroused. “Lick me,
slave. Do it now,” Wildcat
ordered.
Mortified, but holding to her promise, Scorpion flicked out her
tongue. She parted Wildcat’s
vulval lips and licked up toward her
clitoris. The villainess gave
a low moan. “That’s
it. That it,” she
exclaimed. “Deeper,
harder.”
Melissa probed deeper into the woman’s vaginal region, eliciting yet
another moan of appreciation. As
she did so she was aware of hands caressing her
body. The other Pussies had moved
in for a share of the action. Their
hands were everywhere on her body, caressing, stroking, squeezing, and
pinching. She tried to ignore
them and concentrate on her assigned task as Wildcat began to move her hips
as she reacted to Melissa’s
stimulation.
“Come on, slave,” said Wildcat, “make me
scream.” She pulled
Melissa’s face even harder into her, gyrating her hips as she did
so. Disgusted by what she was
being forced to do, and distracted by the probing of the other Pussies, Melissa
suddenly jerked her head back.
“I can’t do this,” she
said,
Can’t?” screamed Wildcat.
“Can’t! You
gave your word. Do it or you’ll
be sorry.”
“I gave my word to be your slave.
Not your sexual plaything. I
won’t do it any more. No
matter what you do to me.”
“Tie her up,” said Wildcat.
“The slave needs to learn some
manners.”
Melissa stiffened. Once again
she considered taking out the four women, and once again she remembered that
she had given her word. The Jade
Dragon had drummed into her the importance of rejecting a part of her
past. Raised as an assassin,
she did not have the same code of honour as the other superheroines of Metro
City. But her mentor had impressed
upon her the importance of following the superheroine’s code of
conduct. Part of that was that
the word of a superheroine was inviolate.
She was determined to live up to that
code. The Jade Dragon had been
freed because of her word of honour and she would not disgrace
it.
Thus she stood while Tiger tied her hands behind her
back. She was bound tightly,
each wrist lashed to the opposite arm just above the elbow and then several
turns binding her forearms together across the small of her
back. The effect was to arch
her back and force her breasts for\ward.
They did not tie her to the T-shaped post this time, but instead kept
her upright and moved her between the posts where the Jade Dragon had been
bound. Her ankles were chained
to the eyebolts in the floor spreading her legs as the Jade Dragon’s
had been.
“Now superheroine,” Wildcat
sneered. We’ll see just
how strong you are.”
The villainess picked up a strange wooden
apparatus. At first Scorpion
was mystified as to its use. It
consisted of two wooden dowels each about an inch thick that were connected
by three long threaded bolts. Two
of the bolts were placed at each end of the dowels and there was one in the
middle. When Wildcat held up
the contraption it formed a rectangle bisected by the central
bolt. It was then that Scorpion
knew what it was, and her heartbeat
accelerated.
Wildcat approached holding the device in front of
her. She thrust it toward
Melissa’s proud breasts and fitted it over them so that her perfect
demiglobes protruded through the dowels.
Then she began to turn the bolts, causing each dowel to move toward
the other and squeezing Melissa’s breasts between
them.
Scorpion took a deep breath. As
the dowels were slowly tightened her breasts bulged out between them like
ripe melons about to burst. The
pain was intense and it took most of her self control to keep from
screaming. Tighter and tighter
the dowels were clamped until Melissa was sure that the soft tissue of her
breasts was going to explode. Sweat
beaded on her forehead and began to trickle down her face, but she maintained
her composure, stoically enduring the agony of the breast
press.
“Quite the warrior aren’t you, slave?” jibed
Wildcat. “Well I’m
just getting started. Let’s
see how well you endure this.”
As she spoke, she produced a vicious looking
hook. Its original function as
a fishhook was evident from the brutal barb near the razor sharp
point. She brandished the fiendish
apparatus in front of Melissa’s face and then slowly pushed it into
the swollen nipple of her right breast.
This time Melissa almost screamed.
This was a pain far beyond that of the breast press, and her contorted
features showed it. “Hurts
don’t it?” chimed in Tiger.
The other Pussies laughed at the crude taunt, but Wildcat was not
yet finished.
She produced a second hook and pierced Melissa’s swollen left
nipple. This time the helpless
heroine could not suppress a gasp as violent pain surged through her tormented
mammary glands. “Now to
put some tension on those hooks,” said
Wildcat. “We’ll just
keep on increasing the pain until you break.”
Melissa was close to that already.
What Wildcat did next was truly
agonizing. She attached a line
to each of the hooks and then ran the lines through a set of eyebolts in
the ceiling. She then attached
a small weight to each one, stretching Melissa’s already tortured
flesh. Melissa’s mouth opened,
but she did not scream. She was
however, in severe pain. Sweat
now beaded from every pore on her body.
Blood from her bleeding nipples mixed with the sweat and ran in long
rivulets down her chest and abdomen before dripping onto the floor beneath
her.
“God, she’s tough!” exclaimed
Ocelot. “I’d be screaming
like a baby if that was done to me.”
Wildcat replied: “We’ll have her screaming soon enough, won’t
we slave? But I don’t want
my hearing damaged so I’m going to gag
her.”
She produced a short length of wooden
dowel. Before Melissa could react
she jammed it into her mouth and then looped a leather thong about one end
and ran it behind her head and back to the other side of her
face. Wrapping it around the
other end of the dowel she pulled the wooden bar hard between Melissa’s
teeth and tied it off.
“There,” she said.
“Now scream all you want, slave.”
Wildcat moved behind the tormented
heroine. Melissa’s eyes
rolled in her head as she tried to follow her, but the Pussy passed out of
sight. Behind her, she could
hear the villainess fussing with
something. Looking ahead she
saw the three other Pussies smile at her with malicious
grins.
Crack! The sound of the stiff leather quirt striking her backside
echoed through the room. Wildcat
had hit her hard enough to leave an ugly red welt across her velvet
cheeks. She lasted only until
the third blow before she gave them what they
wanted.
Crack! “Uuunnggh!”
Melissa’s
smothered scream. The next blow
elicited another muffled shriek, as did the next and the
next. Blow after blow rained
down on Melissa’s tiny bottom, crisscrossing it with red ribbons of
pain. Her muffled cries continued
even between strokes and the pain mounted with each additional
stripe. Bloodied and bruised,
she would have begged for mercy had she been able, but was forced to endure
a beating that rivaled anything that had ever been done to
her. Only when Wildcat was too
tired to swing the quirt did she stop, leaving the trembling heroine weeping
and blood-spattered.
Breathing heavily from the exertion, Wildcat confronted her once
again. “Now will you obey,
slave?”
Her heart almost breaking. Melissa
nodded weakly. “Good,”
said Wildcat, “we will begin at once.”
Scorpion moaned hoarsely as the dowel was removed from her
jaws. She could barely make a
sound. Her throat was so raw
from the constant screaming that she could barely manage a
whisper. Wildcat tipped her head
back and held a glass of water to her
lips. “Here,” she said,
“drink this. We need you properly lubricated to do your
job.” Despite the fact that
swallowing was painful, Melissa drank.
At the same time, Cheetah released her ankles from their restraints
and Ocelot removed the lines from the hooks that pierced her
breasts. Finally, when she had
finished drinking, Wildcat removed the breast
press.
Scorpion almost sobbed with relief at the removal of the painful instruments
of torture. She was sure that
her mangled breasts would never be the same, and the painful fish hooks had
been left in place. She almost
fell as she was led away from the two upright posts, but Tiger caught her
and steadied her, allowing her to settle to her knees.
“Perfect,” said Wildcat.
“Right back where we left
off. Now do as you were
told.” Scorpion raised a
tear-streaked face. The chestnut
haired Pussy had already exposed her nether region and was waiting
expectantly. She grabbed
Scorpion’s hair and guided her toward her
vulva. With a sob the heroine
leaned forward and used her tongue to part the already swollen lips of
Wildcat’s sex organ.
This time Scorpion did not hold back.
She was in too much pain to forget the lesson she had been
taught. Refusal to obey her cruel
captors meant immediate and brutal punishment and her throbbing breasts and
the burning pain of her lacerated backside were constant reminders of what
she could expect if she refused to do their
bidding. She realized now that
she was going to be forced to undergo pain and humiliation if she was to
have any chance to escape. Although
beaten, she was not completely defeated.
She might be a slave, but that did not mean she did not have the right
to escape. She would bide her
time and wait for the right moment.
Wildcat groaned in ecstasy as Scorpion’s tongue caressed her
clitoris. “Oh, that’s
it slave. That’s
it. A little
deeper. Come on use that long
tongue.
Ahhh!”
Mortified by what she was being forced to do, Scorpion nevertheless
complied. Within a few minutes
she had Wildcat screaming in pleasure.
The villainess arched her body across a low bench, giving Melissa
maximum access to her genitalia, and proceeded to writhe in undisguised
excitement.
“Ooh!
Oooh! Oooohh!” the
Pussy cried, as her passion mounted, finally releasing in a wild orgasm in
which she clamped her thighs against Scorpion’s
head.
“Now it’s my turn,” squealed Tiger, stripping off her
costume. Bending over, she presented
her beautifully rounded derriere to
Scorpion. “I want a rim
job.”
This action resulted in a spirited debate among the Pussies over who should
have the next use of the slave.
Melissa crouched on the floor, miserable beyond
measure. Regardless of whose
turn it was, it was going to be a disgusting and degrading
experience. As the Pussies argued
tears filled her eyes and she wept
silently. She had been completely
dishonored. How much worse could
her ordeal be?
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