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I The Corsair
Qwang Gui was gratified
to hear a whimper escape the red-headed girl’s
lips. He had been raping her
for over an hour now, and this was the first real indication of the pain
he was causing her. She was confined
in a painful bondage position, her body forced back at a seventy degree angle
to the floor by an iron collar he had placed about her
throat. Attached to the collar
was an iron rod that slanted down from her neck at an angle equal to the
incline of her body. It was attached
to the floor by an iron ring that allowed the rod to move back and
forth. Halfway between the floor
and her neck a horizontal bar extended from the rod and locked onto her arms
just above the elbows. By pressing
on the floor with her palms, she could help support her
weight. To add to her discomfort,
her legs were folded beneath her in a kneeling position and held there by
shackles that kept her ankles anchored to the
floor. Enough flexibility had
been left in the shackles for Qwang Gui to spread
her legs so that he could have his way with
her. Forced to support most of
her weight on her hands, and unable to move her arms in front of her in any
case, she was helpless to prevent him from doing whatever he wanted to
her. And Qwang
Gui was quite inventive at ensuring that his sexual
fantasies were as painful and humiliating for her as
possible.
He had started this particular rape session
gently enough, if shackling her in her present painful condition could be
considered gentle. Even before
he started by licking her breasts, Melissa was shaking with the strain of
the unnatural position Qwang Gui had chained her
in. She had already been taught
a violent lesson earlier in the week.
The day after she had been captured Qwang
Gui had decided that Melissa should learn some of
the Shang language. He had taught
her twenty words. Still weak
from her ordeal of the previous day, she had not been able to concentrate
properly and the Shang language was a difficult one for her to learn in any
case. He had gone over the words
three times, having Melissa repeat each
one. And then he had tested
her. She had not been able to
recall or pronounce six of the twenty
words. Six soldiers had been
marched into the cabin and been allowed to enjoy her for two
hours. She got the
message. The next time he went
over the vocabulary she had been much more
attentive.
After that she merely had to put up with Qwang
Gui’s
attention. The Shang leader was
not as well endowed as most men, but he more than made up for it by refusing
to violate her without forcing her to undergo some sort of painful
bondage. He had started the night
of her vocabulary lesson.
She had been served the same sort of evening
meal as the night before. The
food and drink was of good quality and she had eaten her
fill. She didn’t remember
falling asleep, but realized that she must have when she awoke to find herself
in a most perilous predicament. She
had been wearing a simple cotton dress when she had eaten, but when she woke
she was naked. While she slept
someone (she suspected it was Qwang Gui since he
was there to greet her) had secured her in some sort of
harness.
A heavy leather belt had been strapped about
her waist. On either side of
the belt was a heavy metal ring. A
leather armband had been placed just above each of her elbows and attached
to the rings on the belt around her
waist. It allowed her a fair
bit of freedom of movement in her arms, but prevented her from offering any
real opposition to anything that Qwang Gui might
want to do to her. Her legs had
been spread wide and secured in that position by fastening chains to each
of her ankles and attaching the chains to rings about ten feet apart in the
ceiling beam of the cabin. She
was left with her arms pinned to her sides and her legs spread-eagled in
a “V.” It would have
been impossible to offer a more inviting target to a
rapist. However, there was one
more twist to her position. She
was lying face down on the bed; her sweet derriere presented to her attacker
And Qwang Gui had taken full advantage of her vulnerable
position. He had started with
a conventional rape, forcing his shaft into her quivering
vulva. Melissa had endured it
with fortitude, gritting her teeth against the pain, and thankful of the
fact that at least her humiliation was not taking place in front of hundreds
of leering soldiers. But it had
taken a nasty twist, when Qwang Gui had pulled his
dripping phallus from her vagina before ejaculating and then parted the cheeks
of her bottom. Realizing that
she was to experience a new form of torment, she had clenched her buttocks,
but Qwang Gui had been
patient. Slowly but surely he
had forced his way into her tight anus.
She had screamed in anguish and tried to twist away from him, but
he had been relentless. He had
buried himself to the hilt and then pounded her unremittingly, ignoring her
pleas for mercy.
After that, Melissa had been subjected to
one bondage position after the other.
Qwang Gui seemed incapable of having normal
sex. And he seemed to have an
inexhaustible supply of ropes, shackles, and mechanical contraptions to confine
and torture his victim. Her current
situation was typical of a night of “entertainment” at his
hands. It had begun with him
securing her in the various rods and shackles that now prevented her from
escaping his attentions. He had
started gently, licking and caressing her breasts and foundling every part
of her body. He seemed especially
fascinated by her large breasts, probably due to the fact that Shang women
were much less well endowed, and had spent a good deal of time sucking and
biting her nipples. Melissa had
endured it all without protest, but then he had entered her defenseless vagina
and as she sweated through the ordeal of yet another rape he had intensified
his assault by forcing an ivory dildo into her
anus. It was this that had caused
her to whimper. It seemed that
inflicting pain was also part of sex for Qwang
Gui. He
never failed to make her cry out.
If she attempted to deny him this pleasure he just kept on hurting
her until she gave in. Sometimes
she wondered why she did not just give him what he wanted as soon as he started
on her, but some sort of stubborn pride made her fight him as best she
could. And so each night, she
and the Shang lord played their little
game. And each night he won,
reducing her to tears. Only then
was he satisfied.
By the third week of her captivity Melissa
had settled into a routine. The
black ship had been sailing steadily eastward for the entire time, pushed
by a steady east wind. Melissa
began to wonder just how wide the ocean
was. The Shang Empire seemed
to be incredibly far away. Her
sessions with Qwang Gui continued as
before. She now accepted the
nightly rounds pain and humiliation as part of her
life. She was learning to be
obedient; learning to please her master.
Her vocabulary was also expanding.
By now she had mastered over six hundred Shang
words. It was a large enough
vocabulary that she could now engage in limited conversation with her Shang
conqueror. She also began to
learn a bit more about the structures of the Shang
language.
One of the first words she had been required
to learn was the Shang term for master,
sheu
dai.
She learned that the term really did not mean master; but
rather translated as
“I
am your slave.” At
least that is what she thought at first.
Upon further investigation she discovered that it more properly meant
“I
am your dog.” It
was a revelation. She now understood
that in the eyes of the Shang there was no one who ranked lower than she
did. She was even less than a
mistress or concubine. Each time
she bowed before Qwang Gui she was affirming her
lack of worth. But prostrating
herself before her master was something that had become
automatic. Qwang
Gui insisted upon the most abject demonstration
of her servitude. She was forced
to prostrate herself before him, going to her knees and then bowing her head
until it touched the floor and touching her palms to the floor over her
head. It was a position the Shang
called
duja
and it signified complete subjugation.
After being taken prisoner she had been confined
to Qwang Gui’s
cabin. Except for the time she
had been given a lesson by being gang raped, she had seen no one
else. It was her job when she
was not “entertaining” the Shang lord to keep the cabin clean and
serve as his servant. Qwang
Gui expected abject
servitude. It was as if he could
not humiliate her enough. She
was forced to perform the most demeaning of tasks in the most meticulous
manner. And that included
the nightly sex sessions. Qwang
Gui always insisted that she use her mouth to stimulate
him to readiness before he had his fun with
her. He was most particular about
how she did it and she had received a slap more than once for being too rough
or not enthusiastic enough. She
had learned that absolute obedience was her only
choice.
On this particular day she was going about
her chores as expected when something different
happened. Qwang
Gui returned to the cabin
early. Melissa performed the
duja as
expected. Her eyes on the floor,
she did not see the figure who came into the cabin
behind the Shang lord. Only when
he ordered her to rise did she see that he was not
alone. It took a supreme act
of will not to show her fear.
Standing beside the Shang lord was the dark clad figure
who had so easily defeated her and
Vandar. Not knowing how to respond,
Melissa kowtowed as she would have done for her
master.
Qwang Gui nodded
his approval. “You see,
Chang Jao,” he said to the dark-clad figure, “she has learned to
show the proper respect.”
Chang Jao did not reply and Qwang
Gui’s next remark was addressed to
Melissa. “From now on
dai
lu,” he said, using the Shang term for ‘white dog,’
you will respond to Chang Jao as you do to
me. You are as much his slave
as you are mine and may not refuse him anything.”
Melissa remained with her forehead pressed
to the floor, in total submission.
She was now conditioned to obey Qwang
Gui’s orders without thought, but the fear
of what the mysterious Chang Jao might do to her filled her with
apprehension. She tried to control
her trembling as she awaited further
instruction. But none were
forthcoming from the Shang lord.
Instead, bowing to Chang Jao he left the cabin, leaving Melissa alone
with her new master.
“Up,” ordered Chang
Jao. Melissa was soon to learn
that he was a man of few words, but one who, like Qwang
Gui, expected to be obeyed without
hesitation.
She rose as
ordered. She was dressed in what
Melissa had come to think of her slave costume; a loose fitting silk vest
and pantaloons of the same material.
Cotton slippers covered her feet.
Both the vest and pantaloons were so sheer as to show every curve
of her graceful body. Dark eyes
scrutinized her intently.
Strangely, she found herself blushing as Chang Jao’s dark eyes
peered at her from between the folds of the scarf that hid his
features. For a full minute he
did not speak and then he uttered just one
word.
“Come.” He turned
and left the cabin. Without a
word Melissa trotted behind him like a faithful
dog.
For the first time since she had been captured
she was allowed on deck and she tried to look about her while following dutifully
behind her master. She hoped
that she would not be punished for her
curiosity. The ship was as she
remembered it, except that the deck was no longer covered with
blood. Sailors went about their
duty and here and there soldiers stood on
guard. She wondered where Vandar
had been imprisoned and what was being done to
him. Had he been forced to undergo
an ordeal similar to hers?
They walked right across the deck, from the
stern castle where Qwang Gui had his cabin to the
forecastle where the crew bunked.
Chang Jao entered the forecastle through a small door and went down
a companionway. Melissa found
herself in a small dark room. The
strange Shang warrior went to a small chest and took out a white coloured
garment. He tossed it to
her. “Dress,” he
ordered.
Melissa stripped off her
clothing. It was an action that
she had performed dozens of times in front of Qwang
Gui and she no longer felt any
shame. Then she put on the much
heavier garments that Chang Jao had given
her. They were made of thick
cotton and consisted of a long-sleeved open shirt that closed in front with
a set of ties, and a pair of pants.
When she had dressed to her surprise Change Jao approached her carrying
a white belt. He wrapped it about
her waist and tied it for her.
Melissa noticed that a similar belt, but one the same colour as his
black costume was wrapped about his
middle. He had tied hers in the
same way as his, and she supposed that there was something significant about
the way it was tied. Chang Jao
stepped back and gave her a quick look and a nod of
approval. Then he turned on his
heel and went back the way he had come.
Melissa trotted along behind as
before. This time, however, she
was barefoot. Her cotton slippers
had been left behind.
They returned to Qwang
Gui’s cabin.
There, to her surprise, Chang
Jao bowed to her. It was only
a little bow, but it was a bow
nevertheless. Melissa fell to
her knees as she had been shown.
Chang Jao then motioned for her to sit up and began to perform a series
of strange exercises in front of her.
As Melissa watched mystified, he
spoke. “Do as I
do.” He did not elaborate,
but continued the exercises as if she was not even
there.
Awkwardly, she tried to copy his
actions. Chang Jao moved so
gracefully, that the movements seemed quite simple, but Melissa found to
her surprise, that copying even the simplest of exercises was amazingly
difficult. Chang Jao did not
seem to notice her awkwardness, but continued to move gracefully about the
cabin. Melissa noticed that he
actually covered very little distance, returning again and again to the place
from which he had started. Melissa
tried to follow him and after a few minutes, Chang Jao stopped his own exercises
and approached her. She felt
a thrill of fear as the strange man touched her arm, fearing that she was
going to be punished for not doing as she had been instructed, but to her
relief he did not hurt her, but instead moved her arm and then her legs so
that she followed his movements more
accurately. Then he stepped back
to watch how she did. This time,
Melissa copied him a little more exactly.
He did not comment, but simply watched her as she
continued.
The exercises went on for over four
hours. Melissa was amazed at
how much sweat poured from her body as she attempted to copy the seemingly
simple moves Chang Jao was trying to show
her. They broke for the
Lunch was followed by another four hours of
strenuous stretching and exercising.
Then with a slight bow Chang Jao left
her. Melissa as was proper prostrated
herself until the strange Shang warrior had left the
cabin. For a few minutes she
was alone and then Qwang Gui
entered. Melissa immediately
performed the
duja,
and pressed her face to the deck.
“Stand,” he ordered, and then stood,
eying her sweating body with obvious
interest. “Disrobe,”
he continued.
He spoke in Shang, but Melissa’s vocabulary
had progress enough that she understood.
“Sheu
dai,” she
replied bowing almost to the floor.
With tired fingers she stripped off the sweat soaked garments, hanging
them carefully by the hammock she slept in when she was not serving Qwang
Gui. She
stood naked as the Shang lord scrutinized
her. By now she was used to this
inspection and it did not bother her as he walked around her in a complete
circle admiring the supple curves of her
body. He nodded in approval,
and began to remove his robe. He
motioned to the bed as he finished and Melissa obediently trotted over and
lay down, her legs slightly spread as she had been
taught. Without further ado,
Qwang Gui mounted
her.
It was not a pleasant experience, but Melissa
had learned to pretend that she enjoyed
it. Soon she was gasping in simulated
passion. She also cried out on
cue when he bit down hard on her nipples.
That was much less difficult to fake, as it really did
hurt. For some reason on
this night that was as far as he went; forgoing his usual experiments in
bondage. Melissa wondered at
this, but did not question her good
fortune. After only a half hour
it was over. Qwang
Gui seemed to have been excited by the sight of
her sweat-soaked body and gave vent to his lust much earlier than
usual.
When he was finished he ordered her to dress
in her usual diaphanous garments and serve him
supper. Then, after they both
had eaten her gave her another lesson in
Shang. But this time he went
one step further. In addition
to adding to her vocabulary and explaining a bit more of the structure of
the Shang language, he took out a quill and showed her the Shang
alphabet. Tired as she was, Melissa
was raptly attentive. Not to
learn everything taught would bring her humiliating
punishment. At the end of the
session, she had learned another twenty Shang words, and had mastered twenty
letters of the fifty-one letter Shang
alphabet. Qwang
Gui nodded his
approval. He seemed more than
pleased.
“Tonight,” he said, “you have
earned the honour of sharing my bed until
morning. And then you will continue
your lessons with Chang Jao. It
seems to agree with you.”
Melissa bowed
low.
“Sheu
dai, I am
honoured,”
she said, but as she hid her emerald eyes from him, she was thinking not
of what lay ahead, but of her lost love.
She knew nothing of what had happened to
Vandar. She could only hope that
the Shang had not treated him too badly.
She did not dare ask, fearing to bring punishment upon herself and
her lover. But even as Qwang
Gui took her to bed once more, and she responded
to his ardor with pretended pleasure, he mind was on the corsair
captain. It was his memory that
kept her going. One day, she
hoped, they would be reunited. It
was unthinkable to believe otherwise.
Melissa’s scream echoed throughout the
dark hall.
Qwang
Gui had outdone himself
this time. The bondage machine
she was strapped into was truly painful.
More painful than anything she had yet
encountered. The machine was
simple enough, consisting of nothing more than a table high platform with
a padded wooden beam across the middle and two metal stanchions about two
feet in height bolted to one end of it.
it was the application of this simple apparatus
that was so painful.
Qwang
Gui had ordered her to
strip, and she had dutifully obeyed.
Then he had instructed her to climb onto the platform and lie across
the padded beam. She had done
so without hesitation, just as she had done many times since meeting the
Shang lord.
As her back arched across the padded beam she experienced the usual
feeling of helplessness and resignation.
To disobey Qwang
Gui was
unthinkable. All thoughts of
resistance had long since been driven out of
her. She simply did as she was
told and hoped that the experience would not be too painful or drawn
out. But she had made a mistake
the previous day. She had returned
from her daily workout with Chang Jao somewhat
elated. That
day she had completed all of her exercises and routines without the usual
sense of awkwardness she usually
felt. Instead everything
she had been learning seemed to flow
together. It was the third month
of her training and finally things seemed to click into
place.
The long ocean voyage had finally ended and
the ship had reached the Shang
Empire. The black ship had sailed
into a harbour magnificent beyond anything she could have
imagined. It was the
Shang
She had been taken to
Qwang
Gui’s
palace. It turned out that the
Shang lord was much more important than she had
realized. As the ship was offloaded,
she had looked for some sight of Vandar, but was
unable to spot him anywhere. Then
Qwang
Gui climbed aboard a litter
carried by a dozen slaves. Melissa
had been forced to jog alongside, a metal collar about her neck and a chain
connecting her to the litter. She
had been ordered to remove her clothing so that as she passed through the
crowded streets of the Shang city hundreds of heads
turned to see the incredible spectacle of a naked red-headed woman being
paraded before them.
Upon reaching the palace, she had been assigned
a room close to Qwang
Gui’s where he could
have easy access to her and she could continue to serve
him. However, for most of her
time in the palace, she never saw the Shang lord,
at least not during the day.
Instead she spent up to twelve hours a day with Chang
Jao, training
constantly. The remainder of
her time was spent perfecting her knowledge of the
Shang language and
writing. It was a full, exhausting
day and she often fell asleep during her sessions with
Qwang
Gui.
But this session was not one of
them.
Yesterday, she had returned from her training
excited about her newfound proficiency in the exercises he gave
her. That had been the
mistake.
Qwang
Gui had noticed her buoyant
mood and decided to do something about
it. He wanted her obedient and
subservient, not confident and independent, and this was his way of reinforcing
that. There had been no training
session the next day. Instead,
she had spent the entire day strapped to the
machine.
Once she had arched herself across the padded
beam, Qwang
Gui had fastened a leather
restraint across her pelvis, pressing her bottom onto the
platform. Then he had pulled
her arms to her sides, and fastened them to the platform with leather
straps. Next, he had taken each
of her legs and forced them back over her head, securing each of her ankles
to the stanchions at the top of the
platform. Melissa caught her
breath as her body was forced into the unnatural
position. If it had not been
for the exercise regime
Chang Jao had put her through in the last few months,
she would have experienced severe pain.
As it was, she was distinctly uncomfortable, and terribly
exposed. She was arched across
the rounded beam, her shoulders pressed into the platform and her legs spread
in a Y-shape. Each of her ankles
was almost as far pack as her head and anchored to the top of each
stanchion. As usual, her sex
organs and anus were wide open to invasion by her
torturer. She suddenly began
to have a glimmer that this would be no ordinary
session. This time
Qwang
Gui was prepared to inflict
real pain.
He began by simply leaving her in the position
he had bound her for several hours.
After awhile Melissa began to cramp up and she tried to shift her
body to ease the growing pain in her hip
joints. But nothing she did could
stop the slow agonizing increase in pain.
She began to breath more and more heavily,
as she fought to relax her overextended
muscles. But nothing she tried
had any lasting effect. Slowly
but surely, like water rising in a cistern, the pain increased, until she
had to exert all of her willpower to keep from
screaming. And then
Qwang
Gui had
returned.
He studied her for a full minute enjoying
her discomfort. She was covered
with a fine sheen of sweat, a condition that always excited
him. He smiled to
himself, she would be drenched in sweat before he
was through with her. He moved
beside her and ran his fingers over the smooth muscular contours of her exquisite
body. As much as he touched her,
he never tired of the experience.
He watched her emerald eyes as hands touched her most intimate
places. The device he had placed
her in had drawn her body as tight as a
drum. Every muscle of her body
was taut and trembling with the strain.
He licked his lips. This
session was going to be particularly
delicious.
Melissa’s eyes widened as his fingers
parted the lips of her vulva. She
could tell from Qwang
Gui’s demeanor that
this session was going to be special, and that meant
painful. She watched him intently
as he proceeded with his examination of her
body. She hated the way he touched
her, but there was nothing she could do about
it. In her mind it was still
part of her agreement with him. She
had promised that she would do anything to save
Vandar and her subjugation was part of that
promise.
“You are getting stronger
dai
zhu,” he said, in a variant of the
name he called her. This term
meant “red dog,” a reference to her brilliant red
hair.
“You are more
confident. More
dangerous. You need
discipline. I intend to supply
that discipline.” As he
spoke, he picked up an item from a small table a few feet from the
platform. Melissa followed his
every move, wondering what was in store for
her. At first it looked innocent
enough, but then she blanched. In
all the time Qwang
Gui had “played”
with her, he had never done anything to mutilate her
body. But what he had in his
hands was intended to do just that.
She thought of protesting, but realized that
was exactly what would give Qwang
Gui the greatest
enjoyment. Nevertheless, she
whimpered in fear as the Shang lord pulled the
folds of her vulva together.
Involuntarily, she wriggled her backside, as he moved his free hand
toward her.
“Uggnnh!” her grunt of
pain was forced out of her as a gold ring was clamped through her labia
majora, just below her tiny
clitoris.
The pain was not great, at least not compared
to what Qwang
Gui had done to her on
previous occasions, but it was something she had never imagined being done
to her. The one inch ring symbolized
her subjugation, a humiliating reminder of what she had
become. But
Qwang
Gui was just getting
started. He returned to the table,
and came back with two shiny bits of
metal. Her eyes rolled back in
her head as she tried to follow him as he moved behind
her. “Please no,” she
thought. What he held in his
hand promised considerable pain.
Qwang
Gui was enjoying
himself. He loved watching the
face of his victim as he deliberately telegraphed his
intentions. It built up fear
and tension in his victim. The
redheaded beauty’s eyes were wide with fright, as he pinched her right
nipple. Then they went even wider,
becoming deep emerald pools of fright as he touched the razor edge of the
metal hook to her trembling flesh.
He watched as she tightened her jaw, preparing herself to fight the
pain. He shook his
head. He had subjected this beautiful
woman to more than three months of degrading treatment, as she still had
some vestige of pride. But soon,
he would break her. Then he could
mold her as he saw fit and make her into one of his
own. In the meantime, he was
enjoying the process of breaking her.
He was in no hurry. Sooner
or later she would crack under the repeated sexual degradation and outright
torture. He turned the hook,
twisting it into her soft flesh.
Melissa writhed in pain as her nipple was
pierced and then let out a squeal as Qwang
Gui hooked a small chain
onto the end of the hook. The
mere act of tugging on the hook was painful in the
extreme. He looped the chain
over a light crossbar connecting the two stanchions and attached a small
weight to it. A sob escaped her
lips as he let the weight drop, pointing the tip of her breast
upward. Then he produced a second
hook and impaled her left nipple, repeating the process of attaching the
chain and the weight.
Melissa’s mouth opened in a silent
scream. Beads of sweat stood
out all over her body as she fought for
control.
Qwang
Gui had forbidden her
to protest when he tortured her, and she had learned that to disobey was
to invite much worse
punishment. But the
awkward position he had forced her into, and the multiple
piercings left her in terrible
torment. It took all of her resolve
not to scream in agony. Panting
like a dog, she waited to see what the Shang lord
would do next.
But it was not Qwang
Gui who was to cause her
further pain but a man she remembered
well. Into the room came the
huge form of the executioner who had dispatched the pirate crew when Melissa
had been captured and the man she had been forced to have sex with in order
to save Vandar’s
life. He was naked to the waist
and carried a whip composed of strands of horsehair.
Melissa tried to hold herself still, but she
was filled with fear at the sight of the huge Shang
warrior. Her first encounter
with him had been most painful. It
had been the beginning of her shameful degradation at the hands of the
Shang, a degradation that was not yet
over.
Qwang
Gui, bent his head close
to hers. “Do you remember
Zin Chai,
dai
zhu?
I’m sure you do. You
gave yourself to him to save your lover.
Too bad it was a wasted gesture.”
A thrill of horror ran through Melissa’s
belly. Wide eyed, she turned
her face to Qwang
Gui’s.
He smiled cruelly.
“Oh, I did not break my word.
I did not order him executed.”
Melissa almost sighed in relief, but there
was something about the gloating tone of Qwang
Gui’s voice that
told her there was something he had not told
her. “You want to
know where he is don’t you
dai
zhu?
I will tell you, but first you must entertain
Zin
Chai.”
Melissa knew then, that something horrible
had happened to
Vandar.
That Qwang
Gui had broken his
word. A terrible feeling of absolute
despair descended upon her, and then Zin
Chai, went to work on
her.
The horsehair whip swished through the air.
It was really nothing more than
hundreds of strands of horsehair bound to a wooden
handle. It was too light to break
the skin, but swung with all the strength Zin
Chai could muster, it delivered a stinging blow
to Melissa’s tight backside.
It hurt her, but was not
debilitating. However, coupled
with the agonizing stretching of her body, it was painful in the extreme,
and Melissa gasped as the strands flailed against her
derriere.
Zin Chai swung the whip
again. And
then again. He kept up
a steady tempo, raining blow after blow upon her quivering
flesh. At first the lash only
stung. But as the punishment
wore on, it began to hurt as her tortured flesh reddened under the continued
abuse. Melissa began to flinch
even before the whip landed, and then began to twist her body in a futile
attempt to escape the punishment.
But any movement, however slight, only served to aggravate the torturous
agony in her pieced nipples. Each
time she flinched, her breasts bounced, and the razor edges of the hooks
cut into the quivering flesh. She
began to whimper.
Melissa lay exhausted, too weak to protest
as Zin Chai raped her,
receiving his reward for the several hours her had devoted to her
torture. Blood dripped from her
ravaged nipples. She had almost
torn the hooks loose in her desperate
struggles. Her beautifully rounded
bottom was a mass of welts from the repeated blows of the horsehair
whip. The pain of the lash had
eventually become so incredibly excruciating that she had screamed herself
hoarse, but nothing she did helped to lessen the pain in any
way. Instead, it increased it,
sending waves of unbelievable pain through her hip
joints. Her bondage was so brutal
as to be almost crippling, but nothing she did reduced her agony in any
way. Eventually, she was too
debilitated to do anything more than lie on the platform, and let
Qwang Gui and
Zin Chai do what they
wanted with her. The rape was
the final humiliation. This too
seemed interminable.
Zin Chai took
his time in satisfying his lust, and eventually Melissa lost track of what
was happening to her. She lay
in a trance, barely conscious, while the Shang
executioner pounded her mercilessly, until finally, with a groan of immense
pleasure he climaxed and withdrew his dripping member from her ravaged
vagina.
Qwang
Gui, who had watched her
torment the entire time, bent over her.
Except for the heaving of her tortured breasts, Melissa might have
been dead. Blood from her bleeding
nipples coated her torso, and dribbled from her violated
vagina. But as he leaned close
to her, her eyelids flickered, revealing a glimpse of her enchanting green
eyes. He knew then that she was
still conscious.
Melissa was aware of the presence of the brutal
Shang lord, but was too weak to respond to
him. Slowly, she opened her
eyes. She recalled that he had
promised her something, although she was having difficulty remembering exactly
what it was. Then it crept back
into her mind.
“Vandar,” she
croaked.
“I see you still want to know what became of your lover,” Qwang Gui said. “I am surprised a woman of your spirit had not asked sooner. You should know that I kept my word. I spared his life. He was not executed. He did, however, have quite a long swim when I had him thrown overboard.” He sneered, twisting his mouth in a cruel smile as he saw the look of abject despair sweep across Melissa’s face. “Do not worry dai zhu; I doubt that he had to swim far. You see, the bodies of the pirate scum that we executed attracted a great many sharks. I am sure they had no objection into taking their food while it was still alive.” He laughed, a cruel harsh chuckle as tears filled Melissa’s eyes and she wept as her heart broke. Turning away, he hummed a little tune. He had finally broken the redheaded bitch. Now he would rebuild her in the image he desired.
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