The Adventures of the Jade Dragon

Episode 8

The Jade Dragon and the Mountain of Heaven

Chapter 5 Roshac

Melissa’s eyes fixed on Roshac in disbelief. But it was the same man she had vanquished at the inn. His right arm was encased in plaster and resting in a sling and he was grinning broadly. “What’s the matter, bitch? Did you think a broken wrist would send me scurrying back to Hong Kong? Who do you think tipped off the bandits that you were coming? Khasar was only too happy to take my advice when I described that green gem your girlfriend was carrying. Now I’m going to collect part of my share.”

The way Roshac looked at her when he finished the last sentence told Melissa exactly what he thought his “share” was going to be.

“Touch me and I’ll break your other arm,” she said.

“Oh, Roshac replied lazily, “I don’t think so, I have something of value that I think you’ll want kept safe.” He motioned to a figure crouching in the corner of the tent.

Melissa’s felt her stomach drop away as the figure materialized into one of the young women who had been hired to serve as nannies for their children. Melissa knew that the four young women they had hired to look after their children had been repeatedly raped since being brought to the bandits’ camp. The fact that the girl could barely walk was ample evidence of this, but it was what she was carrying that sent a stab of fear through Melissa’s heart.

“You bastard. You wouldn’t,” Melissa gasped.

“Oh but I would. Khasar has no use for a female infant. He sold her to me cheap. She’s mine now. I can do whatever I want to her. Oh, and by the way. I bought the nanny too. Good thing for her. In another couple of days she would have been dead. Too bad about the other women, but I’ve only got so much money.”

Melissa stared helplessly at her baby. Her thoughts went back to the time when she had given birth. She had not wanted the child then. It had been a child forced on her by rape. The father of the infant, the brutal crime lord, Shark Stevens was dead, killed by Hughie, the simple giant who had impregnated Sun Lin. Melissa wanted nothing to do with the baby of the thug who had repeatedly raped her. But Sun Lin had convinced her not to blame the child for the actions of the father. “We must take something good out of this,” the Chinese heroine had rationalized. And Melissa had come to learn that she had been right. She might have rejected the child at first, but now it was the most important thing in the world to her. Something she would willingly die to protect.

“What do you want?” Melissa asked. She knew the answer before Roshac opened his mouth. The way his eyes caressed her body told her more than she wanted to know.

“For now, cooperation. I’m leaving this camp and I’m taking you, the girl, and your kid with me. Any attempt to escape or any lack of cooperation and your kid won’t live to see birthday number two. You understand?”

Melissa nodded, while trying desperately to think of a way to help Natassia and Sun Lin. If she left the camp there would be no one to look after them. On the other hand, it might be a chance to escape. She would face better odds having to deal with just Roshac.

“Good,” Roshac said, interrupting her thoughts. “We leave now.”

Roshac seemed in a hurry to leave the bandit camp, and Melissa thought she knew why. It wouldn’t do to let too many of the bandits know about her connection to the Assassin’s Guild. That marked her as a very dangerous person; one that even the most daring of bandits might not want to cross. However, it might also get her killed. Melissa decided to take her chances with Roshac. The man was a brute, and probably intended to rape her, but she had defeated him before. Somehow she had to find a way to help her friends and getting out of the bandit camp was the best way of doing that.

“Bind her,” Roshac ordered the nanny. “Put the child down and tie her hands. Do it well or I will return you to the bandits.”

Melissa did not protest as the Chinese girl tied her wrists. The poor girl was already so frightened she was trembling as she tightened the knots. Melissa remembered what it had been like the first time she had been raped. It had been more horrible than anything she could imagine. The brutal act still affected her that way in spite of all the times she had been brutalized. She suspected she would never get used to it, although she had learned to endure it. She knew what Roshac had planned for her and knew it would begin as soon as he got her where there was no one to interfere. All she could hope for was that somehow he would slip up and give her the chance she needed to defeat him.

The girl finished tying her and Roshac moved close to inspect the ropes. He grunted in satisfaction and then looped a length of rope about Melissa’s neck and led her from the tent.

Outside Roshac’s horse was waiting along with two Chinese men that he had evidently brought with him. There were four more horses. One for each of Roshac’s Chinese henchmen and one for the girl. Melissa, towed by Roshac was expected to walk. She wondered how long she would last before her feet gave out. Her boots had been confiscated by one of the bandits. Barefoot, she did not expect that she would last long on the rocky ground of the mountain trails.

The next few hours were pure agony. Roshac made no allowances for the effect that the rough ground had on Melissa’s feet. Within half an hour of the cruel trek her feet were bloodied and bruised, but Roshac did not slow down. Melissa’s choice was to bear the pain and try to keep up or be dragged behind the thug’s horse. Every now and then he would look behind, a sneer on his yellowish features. He was clearly enjoying the agony he was putting his captive through.

Three hours into the trek they came to a peasant’s cottage. It wasn’t much of an establishment, having been abandoned by whomever had owned it. No doubt no peasant was safe close to Khasar’s camp. It suited Roshac’s purposes, however.

“We’ll spend the night here,” he said, speaking Chinese. He looked at Melissa. “You and I will spend the night inside. The others will camp out here. I’ll make sure my men keep an eye on your maid and the baby.”

Roshac’s foul insinuations were all too obvious. While his men raped the nanny, he would be inside enjoying whatever Melissa had to offer. With her child threatened there was little she could do even if Roshac decided to untie her, which she doubted he would do. The man was too much of a coward to dare let his captive loose even with the promise of her full cooperation.

Roshac did not untie her, but he did change the way she was tied. While one of his Chinese henchmen held her, the other roped her arms tightly together at the elbows, pulling them painfully toward the middle of her back. Then her wrists were freed allowing the circulation to return to her hands while cutting it off in another part of her body. The pain of the returning circulation was almost as bad as the agony of her bruised feet.

Melissa was forced to kneel while the camp was set up. A few feet away her daughter cried in the arms of the nanny. She had never been separated from her daughter for so long a time before and the mental anguish she was experiencing was worse than anything else she was suffering. Finally the camp was established to Roshac’s satisfaction. A meal was prepared which was fed to her by the nanny. Melissa forced herself to eat. She had no appetite, but there was no point in starving herself. If she was to escape from Roshac and rescue Sun Lin and Natassia she would need her strength.

“Stand her up,” Roshac said to the two Chinese henchmen. “I’ve been looking forward to this ever since you broke my wrist. First of all, a little bit of a lesson in manners. Let’s see how tough you really are.”

Roshac measured her and then drew back his left hand and hit her hard in the belly. Roshac was a powerful man. Even left-handed the blow was enough to topple a man, and he stared in stunned surprise as his fist simply bounced off Melissa’s tightened stomach muscles.

“Bitch,” he gasped, shaking his hand. He had almost sprained his wrist. Melissa simply stared at him, her face completely expressionless.

“What kind of woman are you?” Roshac demanded, shaking his hand.

“Someone who would like to rip your balls off,” Melissa thought, but she remained silent and inexpressive.

“Put her on her knees,” Roshac ordered angrily. His swarthy face was flushed with anger. He had been completely shamed in front of his men and he was determined to have his revenge.

Melissa held her head up. She knew what was coming, but she was damned if she was going to humiliate herself by cringing in front of the scum that had her at his mercy.

“Uunnnhh!” The first blow loosened all of the teeth on the right side of her head. The second toppled her sideways and slit her left cheekbone.

“Get up, bitch,” Roshac demanded, standing over her. “Get up. I’m going to have you give a public demonstration of your talents.”

Melissa managed to fight her way back to her knees. She saw what Roshac wanted; the thug stood before her, his stiffening penis in his hand. “Do it, bitch. Remember, the slightest failure to cooperate and you’ll be childless. I want this harder than a rock.” He stepped toward her, his dangling phallus inches from her mouth.

Melissa didn’t look at the leering bandits or the horrified and trembling nanny. She parted her lips and took Roshac’s semi-erect member between her lips and began to work it.

It was a disgusting job, but one that had been forced on her before. She was strangely enough quite good at it as Roshac immediately pointed out.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you slut? How many men have you sucked off? A dozen; twenty? You’re nothing but a cheap whore masquerading as an upper class bitch. Is that where you got the kid, lying on your back in some whorehouse?”

Melissa ignored the taunting, which just made Roshac more angry. But she also soon had his manhood standing to rigid attention as she took it deep into her throat. Groaning in pleasure, Roshac bent forward and fondled her breasts through her shirt. He found her left nipple and twisted it hard between his fingers, resulting in a small grunt of protest from Melissa’s busy mouth.

“Oh yes,” Roshac exclaimed. “These are going to be fun to play with.” He grunted as Melissa’s tongue stimulated a particular sensitive area of his penis. “Oh, do that again. That’s fantastic.”

Roshac’s breathing quickened as Melissa skillfully brought him to a state of sexual excitement. Using his one good hand he pushed on the back of her head, driving his organ deep within Melissa’s throat. A few minutes later, panting heavily her let out a moan of pleasure and shot his load into Melissa’s mouth.

“Swallow that bitch. I want you to swallow all of it.”

Roshac’s seminal fluid dripping from the corners of her mouth, Melissa swallowed, her face burning with shame as the Chinese bandits watched her degradation.

“You’ll get your turn later,” Roshac said to the watching bandits. “For now me and this slut are going to have some private time.” Grabbing Melissa’s hair, he hauled her to her feet. It took all of Melissa’s self-control not to kick him in the groin, but her child was endangered by the watching bandits. Hard as it was she would have to bide her time.

“Enjoy yourselves,” Roshac said to the two bandits, giving a knowing look at the trembling Chinese nanny. The girl quailed in terror and then Melissa was dragged into the hut by Roshac.

Inside Roshac had set up a simple straw mattress as a bed. He forced Melissa to her knees on it and then began to undress her.

With only one hand, it took Roshac much longer than it would have to open Melissa’s blouse. But he seemed in no hurry. Having just shot his load down Melissa’s throat, it was going to take him some time to recover. In the meantime he would enjoy the unveiling of his prize.

Mortified, Melissa knelt in the flickering light of a lantern as Roshac opened her shirt and then slipped his hand under the cups of her bra, fondling her firm breasts. He played with them for several minutes before slipping the bra loose, leaving her breasts to fall free, and he was not particularly gentle about it.

Melissa kept her face impassive as Roshac squeezed and twisted her tender flesh. He kept up a running chatter about her body and what he was going to do to it, further adding to her shame and anger.

“I’m going to really enjoy sticking my cock between those melons, honey.” The tone of his voice indicated that he was really enjoying the power he held over his beautiful victim. Helpless, Melissa clenched her teeth and endured. It was her only chance. She had to wait until her captors were off guard. She could not chance endangering her child.

Outside a shrill cry showed that the two bandits had started in on the nanny. That seemed to stimulate Roshac. His hand went to her belt. “Stand up,” he ordered.

Getting to her feet, Melissa had to endure the further humiliation of having Roshac undo her belt. He dropped her pants to her ankles and ordered her to step out of them. Now Melissa’s body was almost completely revealed. Although she still wore her shirt Roshac had pulled it back off her shoulders fully exposing most of her torso. Only the thin silk pf her panties now afforded her the least bit of privacy.

Without removing her panties, Roshac cupped her mound of Venus and slid his finger over the groove between her vulva. Melissa tried to hold still but she could not suppress a slight tremor as he touched her most private of places. Then, the thug placed his fingers in the elastic and forced her panties down to her ankles.

Roshac walked slowly around his victim. Melissa stood statue still, her heart pounding and the colour rising to her face in shame as Roshac inspected her as if she had been some farm animal.

“A little on the tall side,” the thug mused. “And that scar between your tits is certainly strange, but you’re definitely worth a fuck. I’m going to find out if your cunt is as warm and tight as your mouth and you’re going to do all the work.”

Roshac began to undress, removing his boot and then his pants. He didn’t bother with his shirt, and as soon as he had dropped his shorts he lay down on the straw mattress. Melissa saw that his penis was already erect. “Ride me, bitch,” he ordered, placing his hand on his phallus and moving it into position.

Melissa went to her knees, straddling Roshac. Burying her shame, she moved her body into position over Roshac’s member and lowered her body.

“Oh god, that’s good,” Roshac gasped as his swollen staff slid home between the folds of Melissa’s vulva. Outside she could hear the protests of the nanny as the two bandits undressed her. It was not yet time. She had to do this.

She grunted as her weight came down. She was still dry and the penetration was painful. It must have been somewhat unpleasant for Roshac as well, but he didn’t complain, instead he fondled her breasts as she slowly began to raise and lower her body, taking him into her a little at a time. The cry of the nanny as the first man took her told her that it was almost time.

It came a few seconds later. The nanny’s scream of pain as she was raped was what she had been waiting for. She moved quickly to her feet.

“What the hell are you playing at?” Roshac asked. Then Melissa’s heel came down just below his sternum driving the air from his lungs. The blow left the thug speechless and paralyzed. More importantly Melissa’s skilled attack had not made enough noise to override the screams of the girl as the bandits enjoyed her.

Her next blow came down on Roshac’s nose. It broke with a most satisfying crunch. Had she wanted to she could have driven her foot through his skull, but Melissa was in a vengeful mood. She wanted Roshac to experience maximum pain. Killing him would have been too easy.

With Roshac temporarily disabled and almost unconscious, Melissa now went about freeing herself. Roshac had taken the precaution of not taking his sheath knife into the hut, but the lantern worked almost as well. Ignoring the pain, Melissa used her left hand to removing the glass chimney, and then maneuvering her body she held the ropes in the smoky flame.

She made no sound as the flame burned not just the ropes, but her wrists as well. Instead she waited patiently, ignoring the pain as the ropes slowly burned through. There was a sudden give as one of the ropes parted. A few seconds later she was free.

Rubbing her arms to restore the circulation Melissa listened to the noise outside. The nanny was no longer screaming, but the grunts of the two bandits showed that they were fully enjoying themselves. Quickly, she found her clothes. Then returning to Roshac she delivered a sharp blow to the back of his neck. If he had not been unconscious before, then he certainly was now.

Replacing her garments, she blew out the lantern and then moved to the door. Slowly she opened it, easing the squeaky hinges as she had been taught when she had been train as an assassin. She needn’t have worried, the two bandits were so engrossed in their rape of the young nanny she probably could have kicked the door off its hinges without alerting them. They paid with their lives for their lack of attention.

Neither of the bandits even knew she was there until Melissa broke the neck of the man who was between the legs of the sobbing nanny. The second man got halfway to his feet, but that was the last voluntary move he made. Melissa’s foot caught him first in the face and then in the throat, crushing his larynx.

Melissa went to her baby. Solange was doing what babies do best, sleeping. Gathering the infant into her arms she gazed at the soft face of her child, holding her close for a minute. Then she placed the infant back in its blanket and went to the nanny. It took a good deal longer to comfort her, but the girl finally drifted off to an exhausted sleep.

Melissa returned to Roshac. She had a few arrangements to make regarding him before she returned to the bandit camp. There was no immediate hurry. She needed to rest before she attempted to rescue Sun Lin and Natassia and it would take her several hours to make her way back to the camp in any case. Since she needed the cover of night, it was best she wait until the next evening before making her move. She also wanted to be sure that the nanny was recovered enough that she could safely leave Solange in her care. A grim smile flickered across her features as she entered the hut. Inside she could hear a low moan as Roshac began to wake up. What should she do with him? There were so many possibilities.

Roshac’s head pounded in brain-splitting agony. But it was another part of his anatomy that hurt even more. What he hell had been done to him? Then he remembered. That fucking bitch… God he hurt! He opened his eyes and discovered why he was in so much pain.

He was completely naked. He was inside the peasant hut, his hands tied tightly behind his back. His legs were bent at the knees and tied in the style of Japanese rope bondage with the ropes tightly lashing his thighs and calves together. |A rope from his ankles connected with his bound wrists, making any movement of his arms or legs almost impossible. However, that was the least of his worries.

A rope had been tied tightly around his penis and testicles and then looped over a beam in the roof. Tied to the other end was a basket filled with rocks. The intense pain as his private parts were stretched caused him to raise his abdomen off the floor, but the action did nothing to relieve the tension. He tried to scream but found that his mouth was tightly gagged.

Desperately, Roshac twisted his body. The resulting rush of agony almost made him faint. But lying still improved the relentless agony only slightly. Again he tried to find a way to relieve the pain, straining at the ropes that bound him, but he only succeeded in making things worse. But he couldn’t simply lie there. The pain was killing him. Summoning what little courage and fortitude he had, he struggled to escape, until finally, with sweat streaming from his body and tears starting from his eyes he collapsed in exhaustion. The hideous realization that he was not going to escape slowly seeped into his mind. Weeping in pain and horror, he cursed the bitch that had done this to him. It was then that he noticed the rats.

There were several dozen of them. Gathered about him in a semicircle, they were patiently waiting until he was too weak to resist. Overwhelmed with horror, Roshac screamed.

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