Red Dragon

Episode I The Corsair

Chapter 5 Qwang Gui

Melissa screamed and fought like a tigress as her clothes were torn from her body, but there were too many hands reaching for her. She was jerked off her feet and held by her arms and legs as one by one her articles of clothing were removed. Then naked, she was forced onto her knees and her arms yanked behind her. Iron shackles were clamped onto her arms just above each elbow and locked into place. An iron bar connected each of the shackles, pulling her elbows toward the small of her back and forcing her to arch her chest forward. Then leg irons were closed over each ankle. A chain was run from the rod connecting her elbows to the chain connecting her ankles so that she was forced to remain in a sitting position. Only then did her captors move away from her, leaving her sitting in the middle of the deck.

Melissa had never felt more vulnerable and afraid. She was surrounded by hundreds of heavily armed men all of whom had their eyes on her. Those whose faces she could see stared at her with undisguised lust. She had been raped once by three men. What would it be like to be raped by hundreds? She began to tremble, as sweat poured down her battle-weary body.

The black-clad man who had defeated her had disappeared, but the men around her parted and she found herself facing the Shang leader who had directed the fighting from the command deck of the black ship. He leaned toward her, the golden spike on his conical hat glinting in the sunlight. Up close, Melissa could see that he was a man of middle years, perhaps in his forties or fifties. In his hand he held a steel shod black staff; perhaps a symbol of his authority. His face was impassive. Only the flicker of his dark almond eyes betrayed any interest. When he spoke, his voice was high-pitched and strangely accented. “What are you called, my little raptor?”

Surprised that he spoke her language, Melissa hesitated a second and then replied. “Melissa Noble,” she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. She sensed that this strange man wanted something from her, but could not conceive of what it would be. What possible interest could this strange man have in her? The green-robed Shang nodded as if finding her answer satisfactory.

“I am Qwang Gui, high plenipotentiary to his esteemed majesty, High Emperor Sung Ja, the Son of Heaven; blessed ruler of the Shang. It was my honour to seek out and destroy the pirate menace that has been disturbing the peaceful commerce of the Shang empire. You are something I did not expect. A woman warrior of great prowess. It shall be your good fortune to witness the execution of your comrades.”

Qwang Gui spoke with absolute calm, as if he was merely discussing the weather. But his words and tone sent a chill of fear through her. Turning to one of the soldiers he spoke words in a language that Melissa did not understand. The man bowed and shouted out orders. Immediately a long line of captive pirates was lined up on the deck. Under heavy guard they were watched as they cleared the deck of the fallen bodies of their comrades, tossing them over the side. A few of the “bodies” groaned as they were picked up, but the Shang guards ignored the moans and ordered the wounded men dumped into the ocean. Then, as the last corpse was disposed of, each pirate was shackled and forced to his knees. Melissa saw to her horror, that one of the shackled men was Slash Vandar.

“No,” she thought, “not again.” Was the man she loved to be killed in front of her the way her father had been?

A tall, powerfully built Shang stepped forward. The man was naked to the waist and brandished a huge scimitar. Two soldiers seized the first pirate in line, one pulling his hair so that his neck was stretched out and the other holding his manacled wrists to prevent him from rising. The scimitar was raised high and then brought down with frightening force, severing the pirate’s head from his shoulders. Then with quick efficiency, the manacles were removed and the head and body thrown over the side of the ship. Horrified and but fascinated, Melissa watched as pirate after pirate was executed in the same way.

Most of the captives went quietly, but a few begged for their lives. It made no difference. The scimitar worked with deadly efficiency. One by one they were decapitated and consigned to a watery grave. In less than an hour the executioner worked his way through over a hundred pirates. Finally only Vandar was left. Melissa watched in horror as the pirate captain was dragged forth and forced to his knees. Vandar made no protest; rather he knelt with his head erect, as if inviting the deadly sword.

Melissa screamed as the scimitar was raised. In a few moments the man she loved would lose his head. Naked and helpless she could only watch as her lover went to his death. “No! No!” Please don’t!” she cried, her voice filled with emotion.

Qwang Gui held up his hand as the executioner tensed his muscles for the downswing. “This man means something to you? You made no sound when the other pirate scum were eliminated.”

Hardly able to believe that Vandar was not dead, Melissa raised eyes brimming with tears to the Shang leader. “Please,” she repeated. “Do not kill him. I will do anything if you let him live.”

“Anything?” queried the Qwang Gui, his face expressionless.

“Anything,” repeated Melissa softly.

Qwang Gui said something in Shang and one of the soldiers released the irons on her ankles and helped her to her feet. “Very well,” he said to Melissa. “You will have your chance to save your man.” He nodded to the huge Shang warrior holding the scimitar and spoke again in his language. The warrior grinned, and setting down his sword, unbuckled his belt and removed his loose-fitting trousers, revealing a huge erection. The largest Melissa had ever seen. As she stared at him in fearful anticipation, he lay down on the deck, his mighty sword pointed skyward.

“Don’t do this, Melissa,” cried Vandar. “Let them kill me.”

Melissa’s chest heaved in emotion, her pink-tipped breasts quivering. She said nothing, but allowed herself to be led over to the Shang executioner. The man moved into a sitting position and moved his engorged phallus so that it stuck straight up. Melissa looked at Qwang Gui. “If I do this you will spare him?”

Qwang Gui nodded. “You have my word as a servant of the Son of Heaven.”

Vandar started to protest, but his words were cut short as a gag was thrust into his mouth. He could only watch helplessly as the woman he loved made the ultimate sacrifice for him.

Melissa took a deep breath and then slowly lowered herself toward the upright phallus. It was like lowering herself onto a stake and she was far from ready for it. Her sweet vagina was completely unlubricated, and she was so filled with fear that her vaginal muscles contracted even before she made contact with the fleshy rod beneath her. Nevertheless, it was something that she must do. She trembled slightly, and then let herself settle onto the rigid member.

“Ugghh!” she grunted as her vulva parted and the tip of the Shang warrior entered her. Slowly she rotated her hips, attempting to ease onto the huge shaft. She gasped as it entered her outer folds and then let her weight impale her fully upon the throbbing sword.

“Aaahhh!” Even though she had expected the pain, she could not hold back a cry. The Shang warrior’s immense member seemed to stretch her impossibly, and the friction tore the delicate membranes of her vaginal sheath. It hurt far more than she had expected. As much as the first time she had been raped. With a sob, she felt something tear inside her and then let out a scream as the Shang warrior gripped her waist and thrust up into her. It was as if a pole had been driven up inside her. She writhed in agony as the Shang’s fleshy sword ripped her open. As blood from her ravaged vagina began to run down her legs she wept in pain and humiliation.

She turned her tear-stained face toward Vandar. He was still struggling helplessly to escape. The look of rage and despair on his face broke her heart. She knew that the sight of her painful sacrifice was tearing him apart. Whenever the pirate captain had captured a ship he had always made sure that any women on board were not molested. It was one of his standing orders and any anyone who defied it was thrown overboard. To see Melissa defiled in order to save him was cruel in the extreme.

And then she was lost in the agony of the rape. The Shang executioner shifted his position, positioning himself on top of her. After that she lost sight of Vandar as the powerful soldier covered her body with his own. Each powerful thrust of the soldier’s loins hammered her backside into the deck. It was a most brutal and painful rape, and Melissa screamed through most of it. And then finally he jetted the thick cream of his semen into her.

For a few brief seconds, Melissa felt a sense of relief. But it soon became apparent that her ordeal was not finished, but only beginning. As soon as her assailant had satisfied his bestial urges and rolled off her savaged body, she was picked up by several other soldiers. She was helpless to resist as these men immediately spread her legs and took her standing up. Each of the men holding her took his turn. But the nightmare did not end there. As soon as they were finished, she was passed to another group who ravished her in turn.

Melissa screamed throughout most of the first gang rape or at least tried to. Partway through one of her assailants bent her head back and forced his penis into her open mouth. After that she was much more concerned with trying to breathe than screaming.

How many times she was raped she did not know. It seemed to last forever, although it could only have been a few hours. None of the men took very long to have their way with her, some ejaculating in only a minute or so, but they never let up on her, squeezing and pinching her soft flesh mercilessly, even when they were not raping her. Eventually she was too beaten and exhausted to fight back. Somewhere near the end she fainted. The rape did not stop; she simply was no longer aware of it.

She was lying on the floor of a large cabin. The deck was hard beneath her. Every part of her body hurt, but especially her nether region. For awhile she hurt too much to even move, and simply lay where she was, hoping that somehow the pain would go away. It did not, but actually seemed to get worse. Being unconscious had made her oblivious to the injuries she had suffered at the hands of her assailants, but now she relived the anguish of her ordeal. With a moan, she tried to get up and instantly wished she had not tried. It seemed that no part of her body was without a bruise or abrasion and her breasts and vaginal region were especially sore. So great was her pain and discomfort that she would have lain where she was forever, but she desperately needed water. Her mouth and throat were so dry that her moans came out as feeble croaks. With a supreme effort she pushed herself into a reclining position. It was then that she saw Qwang Gui.

The green-robed oriental was watching her from the comfort of a cushion-covered divan only a few feet away. His gold-spiked conical hat was gone leaving him bare-headed. She saw that his head was shaved. It gleamed slightly in the dim light of the cabin. She guessed that it must be night, as several lanterns cast their yellow light around the cabin.

“You did well, my little raptor,” Qwang Gui said quietly, “Although you weakened somewhat near the end, my soldiers found you most entertaining. Now you shall serve me in the same way. But first you must be presentable to one of my rank. Everything you need to clean yourself is here; you just have to use it. There is a pitcher of water and a jug of wine on the table as well as some food. Clean yourself up and eat and drink. I will return in two hours. If you are not ready in that time I will turn you over to my soldiers again and you can stay with them for the rest of the voyage.” As he spoke, he rolled off the divan and padded toward the door. Without further comment he left the room, closing the door behind him.

Melissa tried to swallow, grimacing as her dry throat constricted. Forcing herself to her feet, she staggered toward the table. Everything was there as Qwang Gui had said it was. Food, drink, and a sponge to clean herself. There were even a few scented oils and unguents to smear on her wounds. Next to the table was a steaming tub of hot water. Remembering the threat to turn her over to his men, she hastened to prepare herself.

She drank and ate first. She needed food and water to help regain her strength. And then she lowered herself into the hot water and gingerly began to sponge away the evidence of her vicious ordeal. It took her quite awhile; some areas of her body were much too tender to touch but she managed to remove the traces of sweat and blood from her body. She even washed her hair, and spent a half hour combing it out. Then satisfied that she was about as clean as possible, she rubbed some of the ointments into her wounds. Several of them seemed to posses special qualities, because she felt the pain of her injuries lessen as she applied them to the bruises and abrasions that covered her body. Then, still exhausted both mentally and physically, she went to the divan and lay down to wait. Almost instantly she was asleep.

Qwang Gui surveyed the body of the sleeping woman. Even as badly ravaged as she was she was incredibly beautiful. He had never seen anything like her. She was so unlike the dark-haired small-breasted women of Shang society. The rise and fall of her large, pink-nippled breasts he found highly erotic. He moved closer to the bed. He knew she would not wake. The drug he had put in her food would keep her sleeping peacefully for quite some time.

Her blazing red hair was spread out over the pillow framing her head like a crimson cloud. Her features were perfect. Full, pouting lips below a straight slender nose; high cheekbones; and flawlessly arched eyebrows of the same colour as her hair; created a stunning vision of beauty. His lascivious nature had him wondering what it would be like to have those luscious lips wrapped around his penis. He smiled. He would soon know.

His eyes traveled down her body. Her figure matched her face, from her high, rounded breasts to her incredibly narrow waist, and flaring hips. Long legs highlighted her perfect hourglass shape. He licked his lips. She was unconscious, but he could not resist her. He unfastened the gold clasps of his robe and let it fall open. Then spreading the legs of the comatose girl, he moved between them. With a grunt of satisfaction he slid between the folds of her vulva. She barely stirred, only moaning softly in her sleep. “Probably still quite sore,” he thought. Slowly he entered her. He took his time, savoring the experience. She was still amazingly tight, considering how many times her vagina had been plundered. “Tomorrow,” he thought, “I will take her while she is awake.” It would be fun to watch her face as she was violated yet again.

“Aahh!” The girl’s face twisted in pain. He raised an eyebrow. That was interesting. The sleeping draught he had given her should have left her impervious to all sensation. He would have to remember that and increase the dosage.

“Ungh!” She grunted and her emerald eyes flicked open for a second. Then they slowly closed, as she slipped back into her drug-induced sleep. Qwang Gui leaned forward and took her right nipple between his teeth, biting on it gently. But this time there was no reaction. The rise and fall of her bosom indicated that she had lapsed back into sleep once again. He sucked hard on the nipple, feeling it harden into a tight pink bud. Other than that, however, there was no indication that the girl felt anything. He leaned forward as far as he could. She was so tall he could barely reach her lips without withdrawing his phallus from her tight love tunnel. He kissed her hard, biting on her lower lip. Then, tiring of the game of raping a sleeping woman, he finished her off, stroking in and out of her rapidly until he climaxed. Temporarily satiated, he climbed off the quiescent woman. Tomorrow would be different. Tomorrow he would make sure that she remembered the experience.

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