The Adventures of
the Jade Dragon
Episode
10
The Jade Dragon’s Defeat
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Chapter
8 Bondage
“Uunnghh!”
The sound of her daughter’s torment had Melissa nearly beside
herself. But she also had something
else on her mind at the moment. She
was on her knees, her arms bound forearm to forearm so that they were forced
parallel and into the small of her back.
Her head had been pushed down until her face and breasts rested on
the floor. Behind her the Wang
Shang yi, the Master Assassin, thrust slowly in and out of her slick
vagina.
There was no escape from the humiliatingly subservient
position. Half a dozen heavily
muscled men surrounded her, waiting for any attempt at
resistance. She had tried resisting
– once. The answer to her
futile attempt to escape her fate had been the brutal beating of her
daughter. It was a lesson she
had to be taught only once.
“Ah, you are so tight,” Wang
exclaimed. “Three such
delectable captives. I will have
a hard time making up my mind which one to keep as my
slave.”
Melissa ignored the
gibe. Wang took great delight
in taunting his helpless prisoners and seemed to become especially aroused
when his captives replied to his mockery.
There was nothing she could do but wait until he had finally had his
way with her and then hope some opportunity might present itself for her
to find a way out of her perilous situation.
So far there had not been the slightest opportunity
to escape. After their brutal
introduction to captivity the Master Assassin had thrown the three heroines
into a tiny cell. Solange and
Suzi had been so sore that the simple act of walking to the cell had required
that they be helped. Melissa,
her loins burning had forced herself to walk, her stubborn pride not allowing
her to show how badly she had been hurt.
They had spent the night in the cell, huddled
together for warmth and waiting to see what their captors had in store for
them the following day. There
was little else to do. The cell
was a concrete cubicle, devoid of any comforts, offering only the floor as
a place to sit or sleep. There
wasn’t even a bucket provided for purposes of relieving themselves and
by morning all three heroines were in rather desperate
circumstances.
Fortunately, morning came
early. It seemed to Melissa that
she had barely fallen into an exhausted sleep when there was a noise outside
the cell door. She and her companions
were instantly awake, but any thought of escape any of them might have had
were instantly dashed by a voice outside the door.
“You are going to be allowed out one at a
time. Please understand that
the corridor outside is heavily guarded.
Any attempt to escape will almost certainly result in the death of
one or all of you, so please come quietly when you are
called.”
Melissa recognized the
voice. It was that of the assassin
who had spoken to them in English the previous
night. Solange was called out
first. The man did not know her
name so he simply referred to her as “the
youngest.” Melissa went
next, her mind crowded with fears as to what might have been done to the
daughter. Outside the cell, she
was shackled hand and foot and then, much to her surprise, escorted to a
simple but clean bathroom. She
was pushed in. “|Fifteen
minutes,” she was told, and then door was slammed behind
her.
It gave her enough time to wash the sweat and
filth from her body and then the English speaking Assassin escorted her back
to the cell where he ordered Suzi out.
Solange, dripping wet and shivering was in the
cell. It was obvious that she
had been given the same chance to clean
up. Breakfast of a sorts was
also waiting. It consisted of
green tea and a bowl of rice. It
wasn’t much, but Melissa wolfed it
down. She suspected very strongly
that she would need all of her strength to deal with what was coming, a guess
that was emphasized by the fact that no clothing had been
provided.
She shivered as she finished her
rice. The chance to clean the
filth of the rape from her body had been nice, but no towels had been provided
and the concrete cell was far from warm.
Melissa realized that she and her companions were being subjected
to techniques intended to demoralize and instill fear in
them. Frightened captives were
much more likely to be compliant, and despite the strangely benign treatment
they had received in the last hour she was certain that their ordeal was
very far from over.
Her guess was proven right within fifteen
minutes. Suzi was not returned
to the cell. Instead, the door
opened and she and Solange were ordered
out. Since she and Solange were
still wearing their chains and were heavily guarded there was no chance of
escape.
They were returned to the room where they had
been given their brutal welcome and it was there that Melissa’s ordeal
had begun.
The Master Assassin had singled her
out. “On your knees,”
he ordered.
Melissa ignored the command, standing straight
and tall. She knew such an action
was foolhardy, but she would not let the dark-clad villain intimidate her
that easily. The foolishness
of her action was shown almost immediately, but it was not she who
suffered. Like a snake the Master
Assassin drove his fist into Solange’s solar plexus, the blow catching
the girl off guard and dropping her to the floor where she writhed in agony
as she attempted to regain her breath.
Melissa did not need a second
lesson. Any resistance and it
would be her daughter who was punished.
She remained kneeling as the Master Assassin removed her shackles,
bound her forearms pushed her head to the floor and proceeded to fuck her
at his leisure.
It was a humiliating rather than painful and a
reminder from her captor that he could do with her what he
wished. It was made even more
painful by the sounds of suppressed pain coming from Suzi and
Solange.
From her position on the floor Melissa could see
almost nothing, but she could hear well
enough. The sounds that her
companions were making were strange.
It was as if they were being subjected to something painful, but not
so painful as to make them scream.
Instead there was a series of grunts and groans, mingled with the
comments of Wang’s accomplices.
It didn’t take much imagination to figure out what was going
on, and her suspicions were confirmed a few seconds later when Wang finished
with her.
Suzi sat, or rather crouched, a few feet
away. As Melissa had suspected,
she had been subjected to expert bondage.
Heavy leather belts had been used to strap her calves to her thighs,
forcing her into a permanent kneeling
position. A heavy wooden rod
about four feet in length had been placed against the small of her back and
her elbows forced around it. Then her wrists had been forced forward and
strapped to the same belts that secured her
legs. The arrangement arched
her back, thrusting her already spectacular breasts even farther
forward. While Melissa watched
the Master Assassin strolled toward the golden-blonde heroine, retying the
trousers he had lowered in order to fuck
Melissa.
He stopped directly in front of Suzi and ran his
eyes slowly over her body.
“So,” he leered, “you are the Scarlet
Falcon. Rarely have I seen such
an incredible body, although your breasts are a little too large for my
taste. However, they will be
fun to play with while we find out what you
know.” As he spoke he lifted
each of Suzi’s heavy breasts and hefted them as if they were a pair
of cantaloupes in the city market.
The only sign of Suzi’s fear was a slight
increase in her breathing, but Melissa could well understand how she felt,
especially as her position was no better.
As soon as Wang had finished with her two men had seized her arms
and pinned her to the floor. She
could only watch while Wang began his “examination” of Suzi.
Wang motioned to one of his
men. Without saying a word the
man stepped forward and handed his master a pair of
pliers. Suzi turned her large
blue eyes on Wang as he touched the pliers to her left
nipple. “Perhaps a little
decoration is in order,” he mused.
In his other hand Wang held a twist of gold
wire. It took very little imagination
to guess what he intended to do with it, but he delayed as long as possible,
running the pliers over Suzi’s breasts and gauging her reaction, especially
when he opened them slightly and lightly clamped each of her
nipples.
Suzi looked straight ahead, her chest slowly rising
and falling as Wang threatened to crush her nipples, but outside of increasing
the pressure enough to make her wince he did nothing until he knelt beside
her.
“Are you a strong woman, Scarlet
Falcon? I suppose you must be
otherwise you would not dare to face down
criminals. But now you have met
your match and I am going to enjoy testing your
strength. I will start with
this.”
He held the small coil of metal next to Suzi’s
right nipple. Taking her breast
in his left hand he squeezed it until the nipple protruded and then slowly
worked the piece of metal though it, inserting the sharp end of it as close
to the pink of the areola as possible.
Suzi’s only reaction was a slight intake of breath as the wire
was pushed through her soft flesh.
Then Wang pick up what appeared to be a small bell, threaded it onto
the wire and used the pliers to close the wire into a
ring. He let it drop, the bell
tinkling musically as it dropped to the end of its silver
chain.
Suzi said nothing, but tightened her
mouth. Melissa knew that the
tiny ornament must hurt like hell and closed her own mouth tight, realizing
that Wang would like nothing better than for another heroine to protest and
give him an excuse to do something even more
painful. She could only watch
as Wang repeated the operation with Suzi’s other nipple leaving the
tiny bells swinging to the rhythm of the heroine’s
breathing.
To further add to the heroine’s torment Wang
fastened a leather collar around her slender white
neck. Attaching a short leash
to the chain he pulled it tight, forcing Suzi’s head even farther back,
and attached it to a ring set into the heavy rod that pressed hard against
her back. Suzi’s already
laboured breathing became even heavier.
The collar was almost suffocating and the arched position of her body
excruciatingly painful. She rolled
her wide blue eyes in pain as Wang’s henchmen surrounded her
expectantly.
“Take her,” the Master Assassin
ordered.
An enormous man positioned himself directly behind
Suzi’s ripe buttocks. Barely
able to move she tried to remain calm as he clamped his hands over her breasts
and pulled her toward him. She
winced as he entered her. There
was no preparation or any attempt at
subtlety. He simply jammed his
stiff member into her with enough force to lift her body from the
floor. A grunt of pain escaped
her compressed lips and the tiny bells hanging from her nipples tinkled musically
as he pounded into her. Her pain
and humiliation were more than apparent, and a few seconds later she was
subjected to even greater degradation as another man straddled her and forced
his thick member between her quivering
lips.
Whatever outcry Suzi might have made as she was
brutally raped was smothered as the man stuffed his phallus to the back of
her throat, choking off any sound.
Melissa could no longer bear to watch and in any
case her attention was torn away by a cry of pain from her
daughter. Just twenty feet away,
Solange had been placed in a pillory, her head thrust through a heavy set
of planks that clamped her long neck tightly and forced her to bend sharply
at the waist so that her rounded breasts swung enticingly beneath
her. The cry that had distracted
Melissa was caused by one of Wang’s henchmen forcing a heavy iron ring
through her left nipple. The
stench of burning flesh explained Solange’s cry of
agony. The ring had been heated
in a charcoal brazier before being ripped into her
flesh. While Melissa watched
her daughter’s torturer withdrew a second glowing ring from the brazier
and dangled in front of the frightened girl’s
eyes. Try as she might, Solange
could not hide the look of fear that swept over her delicate
features.
“Be strong, my baby,” Melissa
thought. “Try not to let
them see your pain.” But
she closed her eyes as the torturer used a pair of metal tongs to close the
fiery ring through Solange’s other
nipple.
“Aaggh!” Solange’s cry of pain tore at Melissa’s
heart and she turned her head away a second
time. It seemed that everywhere
she looked in Wang’s house of torment one of her companions was being
brutalized, but she soon raised her head again, unable to ignore what was
being done to her daughter. She
was just in time to see two heavy weights attached to small chains hooked
on to Solange’s nipple rings.
The girl whimpered as the weights tugged cruelly on the already wounded
flesh. Then it was her turn to
receive the same treatment as Suzi as several heavyset men surrounded
her.
One was already stripped to the waist and it took
him but a moment to release his swollen organ from his
loincloth. Placing himself directly
behind the trembling girl he placed his hands on her hips and began to press
into her. Unlike the man who
had taken Suzi he took his time, taunting his victim in crude Cantonese as
he possessed her.
“Ugh!
Tight bitch. Thought
she’d be a lot looser after the welcome we gave
her. She’s going to give
us some great fucking.” He
pressed forward.
“Ahh! How do you
like being fucked by a Chinese you white
whore? I’ll bet I’m
better than all those white boys you spread your legs
for.”
Solange whimpered as the weights attached to her
nipples swung wildly back and forth. The pain in her seared nipples must
have been excruciating, and compounded by the shame and pain of the rape
it was probably all the girl could do to keep from
screaming.
“Enjoying the
show? I’ve saved something
special for you.” Melissa
was distracted from her daughter’s torment by the voice of the Master
Assassin.
Still on her knees with her arms bound behind
her, and with two huge guards on either side of her, Melissa posed little
threat, especially with the life of her daughter at
risk. She waited for what the
sadistic assassin had planned for her.
He started by changing the ropes that bound
her. He pushed her face down
onto the top of a table, her backside exposed most provocatively, but the
Master Assassin was not interested in anal rape, at least not at the
moment. Instead he untied her
forearms and had the guards pull her forearms straight down behind
her. The moment of relief as
the blood flowed back into her cramped limbs was
short-lived. She suppressed a
groan at the throbbing pain in her fingers and hands as circulation was restored,
but almost immediately the Master Assassin looped the rope around her wrists
and bound them so tightly that the flow of blood was almost immediately cut
off once more.
With her wrists once again tightly bound he
took a length of rope and passed it between the moons of her buttocks and
then between her legs. He
pulled it tight, making sure that the rope passed to one side of the lips
of her vulva and then wrapped it tightly about her right
thigh. He then bent her leg at
the knee and passing several loops tightly about her calves and thighs bound
them tightly together. Melissa
suppressed a moan. It was classic
rope bondage and her captor bound her so tightly that the rough hemp rope
cut deeply into her flesh. She
was already in considerable pain and the Master Assassin had just
begun.
The bondage continued with the binding of
her other leg. As before Wang
passed a rope between the halves of her backside and pulled it cruelly between
her legs, framing her vulva, then he turned his attention to her arms and
torso.
He began by tying her ankles tightly together
and lashing them to her wrists.
Next he tied her arms at the elbow, using the tight bindings to pull
her elbows as much toward the centre of her back as he could
manage. Then he sat her
up.
Melissa squatted on the tabletop, her weight
on her bound calves and her body arched backward by the constricting ropes
that tied her wrists to her ankles and lashed her elbows so tightly
together. Her impressive breasts
swayed as they were thrust forward, providing a ripe target for the Master
Assassin.
Her breast bondage began with a length of
rope that he tied around her around her upper body, binding her arms to her
sides and passing just above her swelling
breasts. Then he passed it around
her torso and between her upper arms before pulling it up between her
breasts. He continued the binding
process crisscrossing her breasts and each time pulling the ropes tighter
until her flesh bulged outward as the circulation was cut
off. He finished by looping a
final length of rope about her throat and tying it to her ankles, forcing
her to arch her body even more in order to keep her air from being choked
off.
The bondage left Melissa breathing hard as
she fought against the constricting pain of the tight hemp
ropes. She could barely take
a proper breath and the rope cut into her flesh everywhere it bound
her. It took all of her strength
of will not to whimper in agony.
But the Master Assassin had one more torment planned for
her. Attaching a length of rope
to the place where her wrists and ankles were connected he passed it through
an overhead pulley and slowly hoisted her from the
table. As her full weight was
distributed onto the ropes that bound her, the pain became excruciating and
she let out a gasp in spite of herself.
“Painful is it not?” Wang
sneered. “Just think of
what it will be like when you have experienced several hours of
it.” He ran his hands over
her body as he spoke, fondling her breasts and buttocks and stroking her
vulva. She shuddered at his touch,
an action that did not go unnoticed.
“Fastidious bitch,” he
muttered. “I will soon change
your tune.” He lifted a
flask to her lips and forced it into her
mouth. Melissa tried to turn
her head away, but she could hardly move her
head. Wang jammed the flask between
her teeth and tilted her head back, forcing her to
swallow. The same burning fluid
flowed down her throat, almost choking her in its
intensity. Then a wave of heat
and pain ripped through her veins.
“Aagghh!”
Melissa
screamed at the intensity of the pain.
It was much worse than the first
time. It felt as if molten iron
was flowing through her arteries, but as the pain died it was replaced by
something else; an incredible urge to have someone inside
her.
“How dies it feel, heroine?” Wang
taunted. “I doubled the
dose. I think you will find the
sensation most interesting.”
Melissa
sobbed.
“You…bastard,” she
grunted. She could hardly get
the words out. Her body was bathed
in sweat and her breasts and loins throbbed with
passion. She was in so much pain
she wanted to scream, but at the same time she wanted the Master Assassin
to fuck her so badly that she was almost beside herself with carnal
desire.
“You want me now don’t you?”
Wang leered. “You want me
so badly you’d spread your legs like a whore if you weren’t tied
up.”
Melissa groaned
again. “Go… to…
hell,” she gasped between clenched
teeth. It was taking all of her
strength not to part her thighs and beg Wang to take
her.
“Oh god,” she gasped as Wang stroked
her vulva. Her swollen lower
lips throbbed with an intensity that was
indescribable. Slowly, against
her every wish she moved her thighs apart and let Wang take
her.
“Aaahhh!” She
screamed in sexual fervor as Wang parted her labia with the tip of his
penis. He took her slowly, allowing
her to feel every inch as he worked his way into her hot, wet love
canal. “Stop!” she
begged, not really meaning it, but overcome by the humiliation of what the
powerful aphrodisiac was doing to her.
“Please stop.”
Then she screamed again as Wang cupped her swollen breasts and teased
her erect nipples.
“Nnggh!”
She could no longer
hold back her desire. As she
swung in painful bondage she arched her back even more severely and cried
out again and again as Wang enjoyed her.
The combination of pain and pleasure was so intense that for a few
seconds she almost fainted. But
she didn’t. Instead she
shouted in inarticulate passion as her loins contracted in an orgasm that
was so powerful her entire body shook.
It was the first of many as Wang fucked her until she begged for mercy
and then gave way to his henchmen.
Somewhere in the background Melissa could
hear other screams. The realized
that one of them was that of her daughter and the other was clearly
Suzi’s. They were both shrieking
incoherently. And then she heard
a third person.
“Fuck me! Fuck
me! Fuck
me!” Shame overwhelmed
her when she realized that it was her own
voice. She had been completely
defeated. Driven to the edge
of madness, she cried out for Wang’s men to take her while at the same
time realizing how absolute was her
failure. She had become the sexual
plaything of the Master Assassin and his men and she had led her daughter
and companion into sexual slavery.
Not only that, but the Jade Dragon and her daughter were still prisoners
of the most brutal villain in
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