The Adventures of the Jade Dragon

Episode 10

The Jade Dragon’s Defeat

Chapter 7 Sun Lin's Ordeal

“You think you’re some kind of saviour, don’t you? Well we all remember what happened to the last saviour don’t we? I’m gonna treat you just like the saviour you think you are.”

The voice invaded the inner world to which Sun Lin had retreated following the vicious beating Larson had given her. It was a mind control technique she had learned under the tutelage of her master in the Mountain of Heaven; one that enabled her to channel all of her body’s resources into healing. As a result, although far from back to normal she had overcome many of the injuries she had suffered at Larson’s brutal hands.

She opened her eyes and gazed upon the nude body of Huan Yue. Her daughter had been tightly bound, her arms tied behind her back and strong hemp rope crisscrossed over her breasts and around her arms. She was being held by two of Larson’s thugs and the look on her face was a mixture of relief at the recovery of her mother and fear at their predicament.

A thin metal wire was looped Around Yuan Hue’s neck. Attached to each end of the wire was a wooden handle that was in the grip of one of Larson’s henchmen. The meaning was clear -cooperate or watch your daughter lose her head.

“What do you want with me?’ Sun Lin asked, as she slowly got to her feet. Like her daughter she was completely nude, but she acted as if that was a normal state of circumstances for a heroine. Above all she would not show Larson any fear even though she knew that such an attitude probably infuriated the loathsome thug. She was incredibly stiff. Her ribs were still very sore where Larson’s punches had cracked several of them and some of the bruises she had received from his battering still showed. In addition, she had not moved for at least a day and her body protested the sudden activity.

“Just as I said,” Larson replied. “You think you’re some sort of Chink messiah; here to save the world. You wander around Metro City dressed like a whore dispensing justice as you see fit, preventing people like me from conducting our business. Well, that was a big mistake. I’m going to help you carry out your saviour fantasy and your daughter is going to get to watch.” He motioned two men who had been standing behind him forward. “Put the chains on her and bring her to the main room.”

Sun Lin stood impassively as her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and her ankles were shackled. Resisting would mean the instant death of Yuan Hue and in spite of her apparent recovery she knew that all was not well with her. Even if she had not been suffering the residual effects of Larson’s beating, an essential part of her was missing, still submerged by the poison that had been fed into her system. Until it was completely flushed out she doubted that she was capable of handling the half dozen men who surrounded her. She made no effort to resist as she was dragged from the cell, Larson leading the way and Yuan Hue and her escorts bringing up the rear.

They took her back to the room where Yuan Hue had been raped and Larson had handed out his brutal beating. It had changed somewhat from the previous day, and in spite of her apparent calm, Sun Lin felt a shudder slide down her spine.

It the centre of the room was a massive wooden cross constructed from twelve inch timbers in the shape of an X.

“Since you’re not really Jesus Christ or probably even Christian I doubt you’ll have any objection to this variation on the cross,” Larson sneered. “Or this variation on the crown of thorns.”

He picked up an object. Sun Lin saw that it was tightly wound strands of barbed wire formed into a circlet of sharp barbs. Larson lifted it and before she could move jammed it onto her head, until it was just above her ears.

Blood streamed into her eyes as the veins of her forehead bled like streams of meltwater in spring. The sudden pain almost destroyed her composure, but she suppressed the agony of the dozens of barbs penetrating her flesh, sending it to a part of her mind where she could control it. She remained standing, her posture erect and defiant an attitude that sent Larson into a frothing rage.

“You fucking bitch,” he screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. “Are you made of iron?” He backhanded her across the face, almost dislodging her barbed wire ‘crown.’

“We’ll see how strong you are,” he raged. “Put her on the cross.”

Sun Lin’s was dragged forward toward the wooden monolith. It loomed a good ten feet above the floor, its grim outline promising a world of pain. The thugs holding her stretched her face down across it, tying her wrists and ankles to the heavy wooden frame.

“Now for the scourging,” Larson grimaced, hefting the whip he held in his hand. “We’ll see just how much you’ve got left.”

Sun Lin tested the ropes binding her to the cross. There was no give and not much she could have done in any case against the score of so of men who crowded into the room to watch her punishment.

The mob shouted and jeered as if they were at a sporting match. “Give it to her good, boss. Take all the skin off the bitch. Make her scream; we want to hear her scream. How about we get to fuck her ass first? How about we nail the daughter again?”

Sun Lin deadened her ears to the taunts of the assembled thugs. There was nothing she could do about any of it anyway. The only comment that pierced her consciousness was the one about her daughter. She had failed Yuan Hue miserably, falling into the simplest of traps and then being forced to watch helplessly as her daughter was violated again and again. That hurt much more than anything physical that had been done to her.

Larson, however, was eager to give her the punishment she deserved. He flicked the eight foot lash and brought it down across her back.

If Larson had expected his helpless victim to scream, he was sorely disappointed. In spite of the bloody welt that appeared across her back, the Jade Dragon did not so much as gasp. But Larson was just getting started. He brought the whip down again, leaving a second parallel stripe next to the first. And then he added a third. He kept it up until there were twenty crimson weals across Sun Lin’s once perfect back.

She was still conscious by the end of the flogging, her breathing laboured as she fought to suppress the hideous pain of the brutal whipping. Once again she relied on what she had been taught to suppress the pain, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to isolate herself from the continued brutality. The poison still lurked in her system, distorting some of her abilities and rendering others inoperable. In spite of her best efforts she was unable to entirely suppress the pain of what Larson had done to her.

“That got through to you didn’t it?” Larson observed. He still held the bloody whip in his hand, but tossed it aside contemptuously. “Now it’s time to give you your Calvary. Lower the cross.” With a loud creak the cross swung down on heavy iron hinges that were bolted to the bottom of the cross and the floor of the room. It slammed hard against the floor, jarring Sun Lin’s pain-stressed body.

Sun Lin’s poise almost disintegrated as she was untied from the cross. She tried not to think about what was coming next. Although not a Christian, just as Larson had surmised, she knew enough about Christian tradition to know what was coming next. She was flipped over, so that she was face up on the cross, each of her limbs pinned by two of Larson’s men.

“Eight men to hold me down,” she thought. “What does Larson think I am going to do? It should be obvious that I don’t have the strength to escape.”

What ever Larson’s reasons for his extreme precautions it was certain that Sun Lin could not escape. The rough wood gouged her lacerated back as the men holding her leaned on her arms and legs. She raised her head slightly as Huan Yue was dragged in front of her.

The wire garrote was no longer about her daughter’s neck. It wasn’t needed. Sun Lin could offer no resistance, and Huan Yue was bound so heavily that she had no chance of escaping.

“Thought you might one more look at your daughter, before I finish you,” Larson said. “Don’t worry about her. I have no intention of killing her. She’s much too good a fuck. I going to make her my personal sex slave and I’ll keep her alive as long as she pleases me.”

Sun Lin met Huan Yue’s eyes. She said nothing. She didn’t have to. There was no mistaking the look of deep affection that passed between them and any comment would have been met with scornful jeers from the assembled thugs.

“Touching,” Larson sneered, obviously angered at the calm demeanor of the two heroines. “Now it’s time to bring this touching scene to an end. Hold her tight. This is really going to hurt.”

Larson was holding a three pound hammer in his hand. In the other he held two six inch nails and a couple of large washers. Sliding a washer onto one of the nails he moved to the side of the cross and carefully placed the point of the nail so that it was pointed between the bones of her wrist and then he waited, the hammer poised just above the nail head. The delay had its desired effect. Driven to the breaking point, the heroine trembled, no longer able to passively await her fate. She knew that what was about to happen would test her ability to withstand pain far beyond anything she had yet endured.

“Now, heroine bitch; enjoy this.” He brought the hammer down, driving the nail between the bones of Sun Lin’s wrist and two inches into the wood of the cross in a single blow. And then with precise blows of the hammer drove the nail home until the washer bound her wrist to the heavy wood of the cross.

“Nnggh!” Sun Lin did not scream, but she could not hold back a grunt of anguish as her wrist was cruelly nailed to the cross. Then Larson moved to the other side of the cross and held the nail over her other wrist. Driven almost mad with pain, Sun Lin struggled to break the grip of those who held her and then screamed as Larson drove the second spike home. The agony of the crucifixion surged over her. Only with difficulty was she able to bring herself under control. She bit her lip to hold back the cries that rose from her throat. Close to breaking, she whimpered as she fought against the frightful agony that wracked her body.

But Larson had one more act to perform before he was finished with her. Tossing aside the hammer he moved between her splayed legs. “Release her,” he ordered. “I want her to be able to move when I give her one last gift.” He unbuckled his belt and released his manhood.

“Nnnnooo,” The cry of despair forced its way past her lips as Larson raped her savagely, driving into her like a stallion mounting a mare in heat. Exhausted beyond her will to resist and wracked with pain, she screamed as he penetrated her, the jarring thrusts of his pelvis ripping her bloodied back across the wood of the cross and wrenching at her impaled wrists.

“Fucking whore,” Larson growled as he hammered her. “Now you know what happens to anyone who goes up against me.” He groped her breasts, squeezing them viciously and then slammed into her one last time, emptying his load into her. Stepping back he admired his handiwork. Then jerked up his trousers. “Raise the cross,” he ordered.

“Aagghh!” The pain as the cross was slammed into the vertical was exquisite. Her entire body was jarred and all of her weight was thrown onto her wrists. She hung limp as a rag doll, her blood staining the wood of the cross and dripping onto the floor. The last thing she saw before blessed unconsciousness overwhelmed her was the tear-stained and terrified face of Huan Yue as her daughter stood between the two huge men who held her. Then everything faded into oblivion.

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