The Adventures of the Jade Dragon

Episode 8

The Jade Dragon and the Mountain of Heaven

Chapter 4 Khasar

Sun Lin struggled futilely as she was led towards the main tent of the bandit camp. She was securely bound, her elbows bent around a thick wooden staff that had been fitted into the small of her back, and her wrists tightly lashed across her smooth, flat belly. Her shirt had been ripped open by the bandits when they took her prisoner, exposing her magnificent breasts. Only the intervention of the bandit leader had prevented the members of his band from violating her and Melissa right there. Perhaps even worse, Khasar, as the bandit leader called himself, now had the Dragon’s Eye. Somehow the mystical gem had to be recovered. There was no telling what uses a man like the bandit leader might find for such a powerful talisman, provided he could figure out how to make it work.

Her pink nipples danced as she twisted her body in an effort to escape. She had little doubt what was to be done with her. Once again her Chinese ethnic background was counted against her. The bandit chief had decided that Natassia and Melissa would be more valuable if they were not raped, at least not right away. He might change his mind if the ransom was slow in coming or if no one responded to his demands. In the meantime he had to have someone to satisfy his physical demands.

Toward the back of the camp she could hear screams as the four Chinese girls who had been hired as nannies were raped by the lower ranking bandits. That had been going on for several hours now and would probably continue for quite some time. There were at least two hundred men in the camp. Four women could be kept busy for days. She tried to blot out the sounds of their anguish. She was the one who had hired them and they were her responsibility. She should have known better than to lead women into so dangerous a place as Yunnan.

It had been a grim march to the bandit camp. The captured nannies had screamed and cried most of the way and Sun Lin and Melissa had been securely bound and roped together. The steep terrain had caused them to fall numerous times. Each time they were hauled to their feet and pushed forward. On several occasions they had been kicked while they struggled to rise. They arrived exhausted and desperate for water, but had been given nothing. Instead they had been thrown into a stockade along with Natassia, who had slept peacefully throughout the entire ordeal. She had been transported to the camp lashed to the back of a mule. During the march, they had noted the bandit chieftain studying the Dragon’s Eye. What he intended to do with the gem they had no idea. But it was imperative that somehow Natassia be reunited with it.

Thanks to the Dragon’s Eye Natassia was still alive. But the gem had not been given enough time to completely heal her. As a result, she was now conscious but so weak that she couldn’t even feed herself. Their children were in the camp as well, turned over to the care of an ancient Chinese woman who was too old for the bandits to be interested in sexually. They could only hope that the infants would be properly taken care of.

Sun Lin was finally at the bandit chief’s tent. It was much larger than any of the others and decorated with red, orange and green pennons. Her captors pushed her toward the entrance. She was forced through the door of the tent. Lounging on a pile of soiled cushions was the bandit leader. He was dressed in loose-fitting white trousers and a tan shirt that was open to the waist. He said nothing, but studied her intently. Sun Lin met his gaze. She held herself erect, attempting to ignore her seminude condition.

Khasar studied the proud woman in front of him. He had heard of women like this. Warrior women from out of China’s past, but he had never expected to meet one. She certainly fitted the description warriors of legend. Even the bruises on her face could not mask her incredible beauty, and the strength of her body was more than obvious. Those fascinating green eyes seemed to bore right into him, their intensity so great that he was forced to look away. He remembered how she had fought, driving through his men like a whirlwind. If her compassion for her children had not distracted her she might very well have won. She was defiant and arrogant. This one would last a long time. He wondered how long it would take to break her.

“Put her on her knees,” he ordered. He would see what that sweet mouth could do first. Getting to his feet he loosened his trousers. “I have your friends,” he said. “You will do what I command.”

“Release my serving women,” the green-eyed warrior demanded. Even from the position of subservience his men had forced her into, her presence was commanding. She glared at the bandit chief. Up close he was even more menacing than he had been when he directed the attack from the top of the ravine. Sun Lin guessed that he was about six-foot-six inches tall, a veritable giant of a man even among Caucasians. But it was his menacing appearance that made him truly fearful.

“You are in no position to make demands,” he replied. “They serve my men, just as you will serve me. If you do not then I will turn the two white women over to them as well.”

She attempted to struggle to her feet, but the two men held her where she was. Still defiant she glared at him, but did not speak. “Shall I call my men? He asked. “I can have those two white whores spreading their legs all night long.”

“You are a coward who preys on those who are unable to fight back,” Sun Lin replied. But she was caught. The bandit leader was playing the same game so many other criminals had played with her. In order to save her companions she would have to sacrifice herself. But she knew that such a sacrifice in no way guaranteed that her friends would not be raped. Thieves and murderers seldom kept their word except when they threatened to act like thieves and murderers. If she did not comply the bandit threatened to have Natassia and Melissa gang raped and that was a threat that he would almost certainly carry out.

“I have no choice,” Sun Lin thought. If Natassia was raped the ordeal would probably kill her. She would have been dead already if the Dragon’s Eye had not partially reversed the damage the bullets had done to her. But she was far from healed. Only being reconnected with the gem would return her to normal.

The bandit chief sprawled on the filthy cushions and loosened the ties that held his trousers. Sun Lin could clearly see the bulge of his manhood even before he slipped the trousers off his hips. “You will take me in your mouth, and pleasure my manhood until it is ready and then we will see what happens from there.”

Sun Lin stared in helpless misery at Khasar’s impressive male organ. Why were villains always so big? It almost seemed to be an unwritten law that they were endowed like horses. She knew what would happen once she orally stimulated the huge bandit. Once she had fully aroused him he would do what all villains did. Her guts felt as if they had been filled with lead. Cold chills ran down her body and beads of sweat burst from the skin of her head and shoulders.

She took a slow deep breath, calming herself as best she could. To face rape and degradation so soon after her ordeal at the hands of the Black Leopard and her henchman terrified her. She keenly felt her own vulnerability. During her career as a crimefighter she had endured rape, bondage, and torture many times. But the last time had been the worst. She and Melissa had been injected with a fertility drug developed by the insidious Ivan Retinoff and then raped repeatedly until they were impregnated. Forced to give birth under the most trying conditions they had been thoroughly beaten and humiliated by Sun Lin’s arch rival and nemesis, the Black Leopard. Now she faced a similar situation. The huge bandit clearly intended to degrade her and bend her to his will. Rape would almost certainly follow. At the very best all she could hope to do was bargain for the safety of her companions.

“If I submit do I have your word that you will not harm my companions and will release my servants?”

“Your friends and your servants belong to me,” Khasar replied. He slowly got to his feet, looming over her. She suddenly felt very small and helpless. Her arms tightly bound, and her clothes half-torn from her body, she could not have been more vulnerable.

“I will do as I wish with them and with you,” Khasar continued, stepping so close to her that she could feel the heat of his body. She could feel the power and strength of that muscular body, but she felt no physical attraction only fear, recalling that she had been impregnated by the Black Leopard’s hulking servant, Hughie, a man of little brain, but enormously endowed. It had been a degrading and brutally painful experience.

She bowed her head. She could think of nothing more to say to the bandit chief. He was intent on having his way with her. Fighting back tears, she prepared to do as the bandit chief ordered.

Khasar slowly loosened the strings holding his trousers. He was clearly taunting her, drawing out his preparations to intensify her fear. “Take me now,” he ordered, returning to the cushions. He assumed a kneeling position, holding his semi-erect phallus in his hand.

Sun Lin hesitated and the men holding the staff that bound her arms propelled her forward, at the same time forcing her to her knees. “I grow impatient,” Khasar said. “Serve me now or you and your companions will suffer the consequences.”

Sun Lin knelt before him, her face pale and her heart beating. She had stopped sweating. Her entire body had gone cold. In spite of her best efforts she could not stop her rapid breathing and the quick rise and fall of her chest. Her quivering breasts were within easy reach of the huge bandit. Shifting his weight forward, he took her breasts in each hand and lifted them. They were as soft as the down on a newborn chick and as firm as ripe melons. He flicked his thumbs over the strawberry nipples, savoring their supple stiffness. Then engulfing the pliant mounds of heaven in his huge hands, squeezed them gently and then harder.

Sun Lin kept her face expressionless. The bandit chief was trying to hurt her. No doubt he wanted to see her face twist in pain. Only her eyes showed any emotion and they reflected only rage and hate. “You are strong,” Khasar said. “But I will bend you to my will just as I bend your body. Releasing her breasts he placed his hands behind her head and drew her mouth toward his manhood. “Take me,” he ordered.

The pressure forced her head forward, and no longer resisting, Sun Lin found her soft lips caressing the tip of Khasar’s stiffening lance. As always, the ordeal sickened her. How many times had she been forced into sexual servitude? She had never had normal sexual relations with a man. Always she had been taken by force. She had experienced sex in so many ways, but never willingly and never in a loving relationship. Paradoxically she was both experienced and yet strangely virginal. Each time she was taken it was as if it was the first time. Her knowledge of the mechanics of sex was enormous, but her understanding of love-making was almost nonexistent. And so it was this time. The smell of Khasar’s huge organ disgusted her, yet she took it skillfully in her mouth and sucked him clean.

Khasar groaned and forced her head farther down, filling her mouth with his engorged lance. The organ was so huge that her jaw was almost dislocated and it was so far down her throat she could hardly breathe. Up and down he forced her head, groaning with pleasure as she lubricated his heavy staff.

Sun Lin had only one hope. Perhaps the bandit chief would be satisfied. If she could excite him to an orgasm she might be free of him for a few hours. There was always hope. There was always a chance of escape. The bandit had the Dragon’s Eye, but she doubted he knew what it did. If she could get hold of it and heal Natassia, then the bandits would wish they had never met her or her companions.

But her hopes were dashed. Gasping, Khasar pushed Sun Lin away from him, and bending her backward, began to hurriedly remove her trousers. She fought to prevent this, knowing that she faced a cruel and brutal rape, but she could not move her arms to defend herself. Already barefoot, her boots having been stolen by one of the bandits, it took Khasar only a few seconds to remove her lower garments, uncovering her loins and baring the treasure that lay between her thighs.

Sun Lin grunted in fear as Khasar spread her. The lips of her vulva parted slightly, revealing her jewellery box. As he spread her, he watched her face, gauging her reaction, waiting for the telltale signs of fear and helplessness to sweep across her features. She was incredibly beautiful. Her eyebrows arched exquisitely over her almond eyes. But there was not the faintest hint of fear, only revulsion and defiance.

“Arrogant she-dog,” Khasar cursed. “I will tame you. You will welcome my manhood before I am finished with you.” Drawing back his hand he slapped the face of the helpless beauty, snapping her head back, and then following through, brought his hand back, his knuckles cracking against her cheekbone.

Sun Lin spat blood, staining Khasar’s face. “That took courage,” she said, through bruised lips, her nose streaming blood. “Is this how a Mongol warrior treats women?”

Khasar slowly wiped his face. “This is how a warrior tames a devil,” he replied. Placing his hands on her buttocks he steadied her, and then shifting his weight sharply, buried his shaft with her.

Sun Lin gritted her teeth against the pain, trying to keep her face impassive. Khasar used his massive organ like a battering ram driving into her with all the brutality and force he could muster. His eyes widened slightly in surprise as he broke her hymen. He hardly expected a woman with so skilled a mouth to be a virgin, but then he did not know that the Dragon’s Eye could heal not only Natassia’s injuries but those of her friends as well. It was a curse as well as a blessing, dooming Sun Lin and her companions to experience the violation of their maidenheads again and again. It was a situation both painful and mortifying, and for the first time Khasar saw that which he had been hoping for. A flicker of pain and hopelessness flashed across her battered features.

Gradually Sun Lin broke her down, collapsing by slow degrees. Khasar’s huge organ invaded her body ripping savagely into her. Soon her vagina was slick with blood as he tore the soft tissue of her birth canal. The sweat streamed down her face, soaking the tan blouse that still covered her arms and shoulders. Soon her body glistened with perspiration, and her breathing became forced as she struggled to maintain her composure. Then her mouth twitched as he thrust deep within her, penetrating to the very edge of her womb. He kept it up and was rewarded with another twitch and then a gasp of pain. Finally her face contorted in a silent scream as tears glistened in her brilliant green eyes. He almost had her. Bending his head, he took her right nipple between his teeth and stretched the tender bud. Now she would scream.

He was sadly disappointed. Her only reaction was a stiffening of her body. The battered but beautiful face remained expressionless almost as if she was not undergoing the most brutal violation a woman’s body can be subjected to. And now he could hold no longer. His swollen organ exploded, jetting thick ropes of sperm into her. For now he was spent, and the warrior woman had not broken.

Khasar coloured with rage and shame. No woman had ever before stood up to him. Most trembled with fear at his very presence. She had humiliated him in front of his men. The green-eyed bitch must be punished for her deliberate insolence.

Sun Lin winced as she was dragged from the tent. She was trying very hard not to whimper or show any pain. Perhaps she should have given in and pretended that the brutal Mongol bandit had broken her. But her pride would not let her do it. Now, however, she was sure that she faced an additional ordeal. Such was the price of pride.

Her loins burned. Khasar’s violation had been violent and brutally painful. If she had not been dragged by the two bandits on either side of her, she would probably have had a great deal of difficulty walking the distance by herself.

She was led toward two upright posts, about eight feet apart. A heavy metal ring was bolted into each one about four feet off the ground. The two men holding her dragged her between the two posts, and then calling on their comrades for help, they held her, bending her forward so that she could not escape. As the men surrounded her, Sun Lin felt her cramped arms being untied from the wooden staff. Then each wrist was seized and pulling her arms out to the side, she was tied to each of the posts. Then a bandit seized each of her ankles and pulling her backward, stretched her out so that her body was at a forty-five degree angle to the ground. Spreading her legs they tied each ankle to a stake hammered into the ground.

The bondage left her tightly stretched, her wrists anchored to the posts and her legs spread-eagled and secured to the stakes so that her body resembled an X angled at forty-five degrees from the horizontal.

Khasar flicked the whip experimentally, its end snapping in the air with a crack like a pistol shot. Now to see how strong the woman warrior really was. She had survived a brutal rape, but would she stand up to the torment of the lash?

Sun Lin closed her eyes. She drew on her inner strength to preserve her in the upcoming ordeal. She knew that the pain of the flogging would be far greater than that of the rape. It would take all of her strength and courage to survive it.

Khasar coiled the whip in his hands and approached his helpless victim. Face down, she could not see him as he approached her from behind, but he knew that she could hear him. “Now we will see how strong you are,” Khasar jeered. He took her shirt in his hands and ripped it from her body, preparing her for the lash.

Completely naked now, the warrior woman stood revealed, stretched out like some slaughtered animal. She was exquisitely beautiful. Very tall for her race, she was perfectly formed. Her globular breasts swung below her, sweat dripping from the tips of her rose-tipped nipples. Her hands gripped the ropes that bound her wrists and her back was slightly arched. He shapely buttocks flowed into her long powerful legs. He could sense the tension in her body as she awaited her punishment. Stepping back he raised the whip and then brought it down.

It seemed to take forever, before she screamed. Her back was a bloody mass of welts and she was panting from the exertion before she finally broke. But he had no intention of stopping over a single scream. He gave her an additional ten lashes and then stopped. He wanted to inflict one more punishment before she fainted from the pain. He turned toward the bandits watching the punishment. “Enjoy her,” he said. “But leave her ass for me.” Then tossing the whip to one of his men, he strode toward the place where the other two women were waiting.

Melissa could not contain her anger as the bandit chief approached. She and Natassia were under heavy guard. She was not bound like Sun Lin had been, but the bandits had taken some precautions. Chains encircled her narrow waist and legs irons secured her ankles. The locks were primitive, hardly a challenge for a former member of the Assassins’ Guild, but Melissa had made no attempt to escape. She was surrounded by six guards armed with rifles. They stood only a few paces away from her ready to shoot if she attempted anything suspicious. But more to the point, she dared not leave Natassia. The injured heroine was close to death and had not awakened from her coma since being shot by the bandits.

She had watched in trepidation as Sun Lin had been led to the hut of the bandit chief, and then burned with suppressed fury as her friend had been led to the whipping posts. It was clear from the way Sun Lin walked, and from her facial expression that she had been raped. No one else would have been able to tell, but Melissa knew her companion well. Shame was clear in her every movement, from the way she held her head to the look in her emerald eyes.

The flogging had been even harder to take, especially when Sun Lin had finally broken. “Why did you wait so long?” Melissa anguished. “If you had just screamed a little earlier you would have been spared so much pain.” But she knew that was not Sun Lin’s way. Then she had watched in silent horror as Khasar finished with her and his men swarmed toward her helpless friend. Now as the bandit chief approached she stood up, her fists clenched and her mahogany eyes burning with undisguised hatred.

“You are filth,” she said as Khasar came within earshot. She spat at his feet. “You are not a man. You make war only against those who are helpless to fight back. You would not stand a chance against any of us in fair combat.”

“Hold your tongue white bitch,” Khasar replied. He had been surprised at the white woman’s fluid command of Chinese, but he was not pleased with the fact that she had only used the language to spew invective at him. “You will speak only when spoken to. If you defy me I will order my men to rape the white demon.”

Melissa closed her mouth. “White demon” was the expression Khasar used to describe Natassia. She had little doubt that he would carry out his threat to violate her unconscious companion.

“What do you want of us?” she asked finally. “Is it money? If so give me pen, ink, and paper and I will write the ransom note.”

“Money is part of it,” Khasar answered. “But first you have another debt to pay.”

Melissa looked at the bandit leader, puzzled. What was he talking about? She did not like the way the conversation was heading.

“Someone you know is very anxious to meet you again.” Khasar grinned as if at a private joke. He motioned to the men watching Melissa. “Bring her,” he ordered. Then speaking to Melissa again, he cautioned, “Remember that the safety of your friend depends on your cooperation.”

Resignedly Melissa got to her feet. She might as well find out what this was all about. Outwardly she was calm, but inside her stomach was churning. After what had been done to Sun Lin she had few illusions about her own safety.

Khasar led her to his tent. What was going to happen in there? Was she going to be forced to serve the bandit leader?

Khasar held the tent flap aside for her and Melissa stepped into the tent. A yard inside the door she froze. Standing in front of her was indeed someone she knew. “You!” she exclaimed.

With a grin Miklos Roshac bowed. “We meet again Miss Gallant. And this time I think the encounter is going to be much more pleasant for me than for you.”

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