The Adventures of
the Jade Dragon
Episode
7
The Black Leopard’s
Triumph
Chapter 9
Jahlen
The Black Leopard had never met a woman whose very appearance
filled her with dread, but she was looking at one
now. Never had she seen such
eyes. They seemed to be pale
green, but shifted colour, flickering to shades of yellow as her gaze moved
about the room. They had an almost
hypnotic quality and only with difficulty was Li Mei able to look away from
them.
The rest of the woman was equally
arresting. She stood at least
six feet tall, and was dressed entirely in black, a colour that emphasized
her statuesque figure.
A high collar accentuated her long neck, and a deep slash down the
front of her blouse revealed the curve of her perfect
breasts. A silver clasp embossed
with an ebony yin yan symbol closed the neck of her
blouse. Her waist was cinched
tight with a wide leather belt and closed with a silver
buckle. Tight fitting pants outlined
long slender legs and perfect rounded
thighs. Knee high black leather
boots embossed with silver cranes protected her
feet.
Li Mei was unable to determine the nationality of the
woman. Her features were deeply
tanned and almost oriental, but something about her suggested a hint of European
heritage. Her hair was cut short
and feathered forward across her cheeks and
jaw. Blood red lips, a small
straight nose, and a strong jaw completed a face that was both beautiful
and terrifying.
“Meet Jahlen , Black Leopard,” said Zhuang
Zhijian. “She is my latest
associate. I have found her most
useful during negotiations with both friends and
enemies. She can be most
persuasive.”
Li Mei shivered. The tall woman
had not uttered a word. Instead
her disconcerting gaze fixed on the helpless
villainess. Li Mei locked eyes
with her, refusing to turn away from the intense
stare. Suddenly, Li Mei felt
strange. It was as if she was
falling into a deep well. With
an effort, she shook her head, breaking eye
contact. The faintest hint of
a smile twitched the corners of Jahlen ’s ruby
lips.
Li Mei pulled at the ropes binding her to the posts, but she only succeeded
in tightening the cords around her
wrists. The thug that had tied
her must have been a boy scout.
Jahlen walked slowly around her in a circle, studying her as if she
was some sort of art exhibit. The
tall brunette had still not spoken a
word. Li Mei found her silence
unnerving. “What’s
the matter with the tall bitch?” she
asked. “Can’t she
talk?”
“She doesn’t like to waste her breath, Black Leopard,” said
Zhuang Zhijian. “She will
speak when she feels the need. Now
it is time for us to get down to business.”
“What do you mean, business?” asked Li
Mei. “I have already made
you an offer.”
“And I told you that I can see no reason why I should accept your
offer. I know that you cannot
be trusted to keep your word. You
never have. And you owe me
something. For several weeks
now I have been plagued with superheroine interference with my
operations. I want all of the
films and photos. If I am pleased
with them I may allow you to make some more.”
“I’ll be damned if I’ll let you have anything,” hissed
Li Mei, momentarily outraged by the Chinese crimelord’s excessive
demands. “You can do what
you want with me.”
She was immediately sorry when she saw the look on Jahlen’s
face. It was if a canary had
been taken out of its cage and set on the floor in front of a
cat. The tall woman parted her
lips slightly, a look of anticipation on her
face. It was enough to send a
shudder through Li Mei’s spread-eagled
body.
“As you wish,” said Zhuang Zhijian
smoothly. “I shall take
you up on that offer. Jahlen,
my lovely, she is all yours. See
if you can get her to change her mind.”
Li Mei was wishing fervently that she had kept her mouth
shut. Now she could not make
a concession without losing face.
She would have to endure whatever Zhuang’s strange associate
did to her. She knew, however,
that the crimelord’s greed would keep him from killing
her. He wanted those
films. But she wondered if she
would be able to stand up to the torment.
She would have to in order to stay
alive. Despite Zhuang’s
calm manner she could tell that he was angry at her little
prank. He was not known to suffer
insult quietly. Only if she kept
the location of the films secret would she be kept
alive.
She heard a noise behind her, and tried to twist her head to see what it
was all about. Zhuang Zhijian
solved the mystery for her.
“Oh, Black Leopard,” he said
apologetically. “I forgot
to tell you. I was quite taken
with your idea of filming the degradation of the Jade Dragon and
Scorpion. I have decided that
I will do the same for you.”
“No, you chunk of suet,” Li Mei
protested. “You can’t
do this!”
“I’m sorry,” replied Zhuang Zhijian, “I didn’t realize
that you had copyrighted the idea.”
“You bastard,” hissed Li Mei.
“I’ll get you for
this.”
Zhuang Zhijian yawned. He nodded
to Jahlen. “Time to get
on with it,” he
said.
The strange woman’s yellow green eyes flashed
agreement. She moved up behind
the Black Leopard. From a small
black pouch attached to her belt, she took out a small length of
cloth.
Li Mei started as her eyes were covered.
She had been blindfolded.
Close to her ear she heard a soft
voice. “I like the
blindfold.” said Jahlen.
“Adds to the mystery don’t you
think?”
Li Mei did not reply, but her heart rate almost
doubled. She strained her ears
to see if she could figure out what the exotic woman was up to, but all she
heard was the quiet whirring of the
camera. Then she felt a light
touch at the back of her neck. A
gentle hand ran down her back, following the curve of her spine until it
stopped just above her tight derriere.
“Exquisite,” said the same soft
voice. “I shall enjoy
questioning you.”
Li Mei could not suppress a shudder.
Her overconfidence and carelessness had placed her completely at the
mercy of this woman, and her big mouth had given Zhuang Zhijian good reason
to make her interrogation as painful and degrading as
possible. And she knew it would
be both painful and degrading. Why
else would he have brought a camera crew in to film her?
She tensed as the woman’s hand left her buttocks and returned to the
neck of her costume. A faint
tug signified that the back of her costume was being slowly
unzipped. Her breathing increased
as she felt the cool air of the room on her naked
skin. She wore nothing under
her costume except a brief bra and
panties.
There was a faint “click.”
The Black Leopard knew the sound.
It was that of a switchblade
opening. Nothing happened for
a few seconds. The tension of
waiting was almost unbearable, and then she felt the blade slip under the
material clinging to her right shoulder.
The sheer cloth parted as the blade slid through it, cutting her sleeve
from her shoulder to her wrist.
Then the sleeve of her left arm was cut
away. Her costume fell away,
leaving her naked to the waist except for her black
brassiere.
Li Mei felt a faint trickle of sweat beading on her forehead, but she
didn’t feel warm. Her entire
body seemed to go cold as she was slowly deprived of her
costume. ”Zzzsshhhzzh,”
the knife sliced through the material covering her backside and right
leg. Her left leg
followed. Now only her bra and
panties offered her any privacy.
From behind her she heard an appreciative murmur from the camera
crew.
“Bastards,” Li Mei thought.
“To see me this way.”
It was humiliating to be filmed when she was so
helpless. One day she would get
even. “I’ll film that
tall bitch,” she thought, “and I’ll distribute it
free.”
“You are a beauty,” said Jahlen
softly. “What use could
we make of such a body?” Her
fingers traced a pattern on Mei’s silken skin, moving both her hands
over the shorter woman’s shoulders and down her
back.
Li Mei pulled against the ropes binding
her. “Bitch,” she said.
“Do you think I am a slab of meat?”
Jahlen leaned closed, her face almost touching Li
Mei’s. The Black Leopard
could feel her breath upon her cheek.
“You will be if I want you to be,” she
said. The menace in the words
was unmistakable. Suddenly Li
Mei’s bravado evaporated. What
was going to happen to her? She
was almost naked and tied helplessly between two heavy wooden
pillars. She was entirely at
the mercy of one of the strangest women she had ever
met. Perhaps it was time to start
negotiating.
“Alright, Zhuang,” she said in
Mandarin. “You
win. I’ll give you the biggest
share of the film sales.”
“Ahhhhh!” The sudden blow to her midriff
knocked the breath from her.
Blinded, she had not seen it coming and had no time to prepare for
it.
“You are mine now,” said
Jahlen. “Zhuang Zhijian
has given you to me. You will
speak to him only when I give permission.”
Li Mei’s diaphragm convulsed as it sought to draw in
air. The power behind that punch
had been formidable and hinted at a high level of martial arts
skills. Rage twisted her features,
as she twisted her head in the direction of Jahlen’s
voice.
“Relax my little kitten,” said
Jahlen. “If that is the
most pain I cause you, you will be fortunate
indeed. Think of it as an
introduction to good manners. You
need to be taught a lesson and I am here to administer
it.”
Li Mei felt her bra being unfastened.
There were two quick snicks as the straps were cut through and the
skimpy garment dropped to the floor.
“Interesting,” said
Jahlen. “Wherever did you
get those?” Li Mei felt
the gold rings that pierced her nipples being tugged
slightly. Her thoughts flashed
back to the time when the brutal criminal known as Boss Crunch had pierced
her nipples with the two large gold
bands. He had intended it as
torture, and it had been very painful.
But perversely, after escaping from the crimelord she had kept the
rings.
She winced as Jahlen lifted her breasts by the rings, but said
nothing. “Very nice,”
the tall woman said. “I
think I could make use of these.”
She let go of the rings. Li
Mei’s firm breasts jiggled slightly as they were
released. Then there was a tug
on her panties and these too were cut from her
body. Li Mei boiled with rage,
but held her tongue. She was
not in a position to further annoy the woman who had her at her
mercy.
“From now on,” sounded Jahlen’s voice, “you will call
me Mistress Jahlen and will not speak unless you have permission to do
so. Is that
understood?”
Li Mei did not answer. If she
was not allowed to speak then she would remain
silent. It was the only act of
defiance left to her.
“That was permission to speak,” said
Jahlen. “I see you are choosing
to be difficult. You need to
be taught a lesson.”
The sound of quick steps told Li Mei that Jahlen was walking away from
her. The room was silent except
for the sound of the whirring of the camera and the occasional movement of
one of the film crew. For a few
minutes Li Mei was left alone with her
thoughts. She knew that this
was deliberate; a way of building up fear and tension, but it was unnerving
nevertheless. What did Jahlen
have in mind for her? She expected
it would be painful. The punch
to her midriff had told her that the woman was not exactly
gentle. She waited; the apprehension
in her growing with every passing minute.
The relief at Jahlen’s return had been extremely
short-lived. It had taken her
only seconds to learn what the woman had gone to
fetch. She was almost trembling
in fear. Metal clips were attached
to the two rings in her nipples, her index fingers, and her big
toes. But it was the small clip
anchored in her nether region that filled her with the greatest
fear.
She had jumped when she felt the touch on her
vulva. “Lovely,” said
Jahlen. “Has anyone ever
told you what a beautiful sex organ you
have? Lips like that deserve
to be kissed. Perhaps one day
I will do that for you.”
Li Mei had made no reply, but she had trembled slightly as Jahlen parted
her labia and sought out her tiny
clitoris. “Come little
one,” Jahlen urged.
“Where are you hiding?
Ahh, there you are!”
The touch of Jahlen’s finger on her super sensitive clit almost caused
her to scream. And she had to
grit her teeth when a miniature clip had been clamped onto
it. It
hurt. Memories of the pain she
had experienced when she had been electrically tortured by Bull Riley, the
vicious cop who had raped her and whom she had killed, flooded back into
her mind. It had been something
that she did not want to have to endure again, but it appeared that she had
no choice. She thought briefly
of complying with what Jahlen was asking.
How bad could it be to have to call her Mistress
Jahlen? But she just could not
do it. To do so would be an admission
of defeat and would cause her to lose
face. Her oriental sense of honour
would not allow it.
Now she waited. There was a long
silence. Why was the tall bitch
delaying? It was a game, Li Mei
thought. A game to get her pleading
for mercy even before the torture began.
But she was not quite right.
Jahlen had three more connections to
complete. Li Mei’s mouth
parted slightly as there was a sharp twinge on her left earlobe, and then
another on her right. She took
a deep breath. How many more
parts of her body were going to be subjected to electric
shock?
“Now open up,” said Jahlen.
“There is just one more connection to
make.”
“Ungh!” Li Mei grunted
as her lips were forced apart and a metal object was thrust into her
mouth. Then the teeth of a strongly
sprung alligator clip savaged her tongue.
The sickly sweet taste of her
own blood filled her mouth. She
swallowed, knowing that her tongue was held
fast. She began to tremble slightly,
no longer able to control her body.
Jalhen seemed to sense her fear.
And why shouldn’t she?
Anyone in Li Mei’s position would have been
terrified. Only her iron will
kept her from shrieking just to break the
tension. Jahlen’s voice
sounded close by. “Now my
little kitten you will learn some manners.”
Li Mei held her breath. And then
the electricity surged through her.
She screamed almost at once, the full sound of her voice muffled by
the apparatus that filled her mouth.
It felt as if her body had been set on fire, and it was made worse
by the involuntary twitching of her
limbs. Her body convulsed as
Jahlen expertly lowered and then raised the
voltage.
Jahlen tortured her selectively, sending electric shocks at random to different
parts of her body. Each
time the current coursed through her she jerked in
response. Li Mei screamed from
deep within her, twisting her body against the ropes that bound
her. Jahlen let her scream, giving
her no opportunity to speak by removing the clamp from her
tongue.
Li Mei tried to beg for mercy, all thought of resistance shocked out of
her. But she could manage only
incoherent shrieks. Again and
again she arched her back and shook from head to foot as she was electrically
tortured. Only after she had
suffered for almost two hours did Jalhen shut off the
current.
Li Mei slumped, close to unconsciousness.
Dimly she was ware of her mouth being opened and the clamp removed
from her tongue. As her head
cleared she spat blood, but was unable to
stand. Her body hung limp, covered
in sweat. Jahlen moved close
to her and spoke quietly. “So
my little kitten. Have your manners
improved?”
Li Mei could hardly speak. Her
lacerated tongue was swollen, but she managed a mumbled
reply. “Yes…, Mistress
Jahlen.”
“Better,” said Jalhen.
“But I suspect I still have a lot of work to do with
you. Are you going to tell me
where the film is?’
Dumbly, Li Mei shook her head. The
location of the film would give away the location of her
lair. And her Pussies were
there. And the Jade Dragon and
Scorpion. She would protect that
secret as long as she could.
“I thought not,” said Jahlen.
“I could resume the electrical
treatment. But I have something
else in mind for you. Something
a little bit more fun for me.”
She removed the blindfold, leaving Li Mei blinking in the sudden
light. She gave Li Mei’s
backside a sharp slap. “Stand
up,” she ordered. A little
electricity shouldn’t hurt you that
badly.”
Li Mei struggled to her feet.
Jahlen was standing immediately behind her, but she forced herself
not to look back. Then the exotic
woman moved in front of her and began to remove the electrical
clips. Li Mei sighed in relief
as the clip on her clitoris was removed.
At the same time, however, she wondered what Jahlen had in store for
her next.
The tall woman carried the electrical apparatus away, but returned
quickly. This time she was carrying
something long and black in her right
hand. Li Mei suppressed a
shudder. It was a dildo, and
a big one. “This should
be more entertaining for us both,” Jahlen
said. She moved behind Li Mei
again.
Li Mei’s anus tightened
involuntarily. It was certain
what Jahlen was up to.
“No,” she protested.
“Don’t do this.”
“You are forgetting already”, Jahlen
replied. “How are you to
address me?”
“You filthy whore,” Li Mei
spat. “I’ll speak to
you like you deserve.”
“Such a potty mouth you have.
I will have to remind you of who is in charge
here.”
“Aahh!”
Li Mei cried out as the dildo was shoved into her anus with great
force. She arched her back as
it was driven deep within her.
“Do you like that, kitten?
Well how about this?”
Jahlen twisted the device inside Li
Mei. The helpless villainess
screamed in anguish, writhing as the dildo was driven into her even more
deeply, but she still would not submit.
Let the tall bitch torture her.
She would not lose any more face.
Tears rolled down her face as she twisted in agony, but she gritted
her teeth and held on.
“Well,” said Jahlen quietly.
“If that is the way you want to play it,
fine. I am quite happy to accommodate
you.” She gave the dildo
a final rotation and then pushed it in so far that it almost
disappeared. Li Mei shrieked,
wrenching desperately at the ropes that bound
her.
Jahlen fastened two lengths of cord about to the end of the dildo and pulled
them tight before tying them over Li Mei’s hips and around her
waist. Li Mei
moaned. The dildo was now held
firmly inside her. She stopped
the frantic movements of her body and tried to hold very
still. It seemed to decrease
the pain, but not by much.
“Wait here, kitten. I’ll
be right back.” Jahlen moved
off once more, leaving Li Mei to her
torment.
Li Mei tried to control her breathing.
She was panting like a dog from the pain and the exertion required
to hold her body still. Her anus
felt as if she had been impaled on a fence
post. For a second she considered
giving in. She knew that when
Jahlen returned things were going to get much
worse. But she stubbornly clenched
her jaw. She had already disgraced
herself enough through her cowardly
actions. She would die before
surrendering.
Jahlen returned. She approached
from behind so that Li Mei could not see what she was up
to. For several minutes she simply
stood there while Li Mei trembled in
anticipation. Then there was
a sharp crack as the end of a whip snapped next to Li Mei’s
ear. The sound was so loud that
it was as if a gun had gone off next to her
head.
Li Mei gripped the ropes that bound her
wrists. If the first crack of
the whip had been intended to frighten her, it had certainly
succeeded. Already in considerable
pain, she steeled herself for further
punishment. She almost wept with
fear as Jahlen pulled her hair forward so that it fell over the front of
her shoulders and no longer covered her back.
Crack! The whip curled about her
rib cage, the tip of it striking her right
breast. It hurt, but not as badly
as Li Mei had imagined it would.
Then the whip struck again and again and
again. Each time Li Mei was able
to stand up to the pain. Something
strange was going on. The force
of the blows was nothing like she had imagined it would
be. She was not being struck
hard enough to draw blood. The
lash left a welt wherever it touched her, but it was nothing she could not
withstand. The dildo hurt her
far more.
Half an hour later, Li Mei had changed her
mind. Her body was crisscrossed
with weals. She had been flogged
so many times that it was impossible for the whip to strike her without
aggravating a place where it had already raised a red ridge on her
body. And it seemed Jahlen could
hit her anywhere.
There was no part of her body that was not raw with
pain. A score of welts zigzagged
across her breasts. A dozen more
decorated the inside of her thighs, and there was an equal number on her
flanks, back, and even her nether region.
It was as masterful a flogging as had ever been administered, and
yet her skin had not been broken.
But the cumulative pain of so many stripes was almost
overwhelming. Li Mei began to
whimper as blow followed blow.
Fifteen minutes later the whimpers had changed to agonized
screams. Li Mei forgot the agony
of the dildo and bucked and twisted at every fall of the
lash. But there was no respite
from the brutal punishment.
Jahlen’s arm seemed to be made of
iron. It kept up a steady rhythm,
delivering blow after blow.
Li Mei finally broke. Between
screams she begged for mercy.
“Please stop! It
hurts! It
hurts!
Stop!
Stop!” Please Mistress
Jahlen.”
Jahlen continued the flogging as if Li Mei had said
nothing. For another ten minutes
there was not a sound out of her save for the sound of her breathing as she
delivered another blow. Li
Mei’s cries became steadily more frenzied.
“Mistress Jahlen, please.
Please stop Mistress.
I’ll be good.
I’ll do what you tell me to.
Please Mistress, please!”
Her cries for mercy deteriorated into helpless wails as the whip rose
and fell.
Finally Jahlen spoke. “Have
you learned your lesson, kitten?”
In spite of over one hour of exertion, her voice was calm and well
modulated. The whip trailed on
the floor while she waited for Li Mei reply.
Li Mei wept bitterly.
“Yes…,” she answered between
sobs. “Yes…Mistress
Jahlen. Please don’t hurt
me any more. Please Mistress,
I’ve learned my lesson.”
Jahlen nodded and smiled slightly even though Li Mei could see neither
action. “Good, then you
shall be released from the posts. There is one more task for you to
perform. It will tell me if you
have truly decided to accept me as your
mistress.”
“Yes Mistress Jahlen. Thank
you Mistress.” Li Mei let
go of the ropes that bound her wrists.
She was too weak to hold on.
This time Jahlen did not force her to
stand. Instead, she removed the
dildo. Li Mei gave a cry of pain
as the offending rod was removed.
She wondered if she would ever be able to walk properly
again. As her hands were untied
she sank to her knees, but Jahlen took no
chances. She pulled Li Mei’s
arms behind her back and attached a set of handcuffs to her
wrists. Then she untied her
ankles.
Li Mei slumped forward in a kneeling position, but Jahlen was having none
of that. She took Li Mei’s
left arm in both her hands and pulled her
upward. “Come
kitten. I can’t have you
wasting your time here. I need
you someplace else.”
Li Mei struggled to her feet. She
was utterly exhausted, but she dared not
disobey. She moaned as the simple
act of standing up sent a wave of pain through her
body. “Now kitten,”
admonished Jahlen, “you must be
strong. You master
awaits.”
Li Mei whimpered as she was turned toward Zhuang
Zhijian. The obese crimelord
was lying on his divan, where he had watched Li Mei’s humiliation while
stuffing quail eggs into his mouth.
He shifted his position on the specially reinforced piece of furniture
as the petite villainess was led toward him.
Every step was agony for Li Mei.
Her anus was on fire, and she could not walk without
limping. Jahlen helped her, making
sure that she did not fall as she approached the bloated
villain. Tears of agony filled
her eyes. She swayed and a sob
escaped her lips as Zhuang opened his robe revealing thick rolls of
fat. But it was not the walrus-like
body that horrified her; it was the heavy erect phallus that stuck up out
of the folds of fat. She knew
now what Jahlen wanted her to do.
“Please Mistress Jahlen,” Li Mei
begged. “I can’t do
this.”
“But you must,” replied Jahlen.
“It is what I wish. But
first greet your master properly.”
Li Mei would rather have died, but the thought of what Jahlen would do to
her forced her to comply.
“Master Zhuang,” she said, almost choking on her
words. She bowed before him as
Chinese custom dictated.
“Come closer,” Zhuang
commanded. He spread his legs
so that she could stand between them and reached for
her. Trembling, Li Mei limped
forward. His hands closed on
her tight backside. “At
last, Black Leopard. You have
no idea how much I have longed to do
this.” He pulled her toward
his impressive phallus.
“Mount me,” he ordered.
Li Mei hesitated, but only for a
second. With a sob she stepped
onto the divan and lowered herself onto Zhuang’s rigid
member.
It hurt more than she thought it would.
But worse than the pain was the utter
humiliation. A few feet away,
the camera whirred, recording her complete
degradation. “Now,
ride me, Black Leopard. Ride
me like the whore you are.”
Zhuang gripped her striped backside, his fingers digging into the
welts Jahlen had placed there.
Li Mei arched her back, her breasts thrusting forward, accentuated by the
cuffing of her wrists behind her back.
She sobbed again and began to slide her body up and down, settling
farther onto his swollen member.
Her breath quickened as he entered her, small animal noises issuing
from her throat. But they were
not noises of passion, but of pain and
mortification.
Zhuang smiled as he reached out and squeezed the Black Leopard’s quivering
breasts. His thumbs flicked back
and forth over her erect nipples.
How he had dreamed of this moment, when he would have his oriental
rival completely at his mercy. The
Black leopard had been an impediment to his operation every since her arrival
in
Li Mei’s body trembled as Zhuang violated
her. It was a
nightmare. The fact that she
had subjected the Jade Dragon and Scorpion to equally degrading treatment
was lost on her. She was after
all a villainess. She was supposed
to mete out such punishment, not be subjected to
it. She did not know how much
more she could stand. She had
been shocked, flogged, buggered, and now
raped. As Zhuang twisted her
nipples she screamed. She was
close to breaking. Such a small
amount of pain would not normally have bothered her, but she was on the verge
of physical collapse. She wondered
what Zhuang and Jahlen could find to do that would humiliate her
more.
Zhuang grunted as he released his cream into the Black
Leopard. The look of defeat in
her eyes was most gratifying. He
had beaten and humiliated her. She
would be a perfect example of what happened to any woman foolish enough to
go up against him. He pushed
her away from him, allowing her to slump on the
divan. He was finished with her
– for the moment.
But Jahlen wasn’t. She seized
the exhausted Asian villainess by the hair and dragged her to the
floor. “Well done,
kitten,” she said. “But
now I want you to do something for
me.” Raising Li Mei to her
knees she parked Li Mei’s head in front of her loins, and unbuckled
her belt. Slipping her pants
down her smooth thighs, she revealed that she was naked
underneath. The dark V of her
nether region pointed to the slit between her
legs.
“Now, kitten,” Jahlen said, “show me how much of a cat you
really are. Lick
me.” Still holding the Black
Leopard’s dark tresses, she pulled Mei Li’s face toward her slightly
spread legs.
Li Mei hesitated. Raising a face
stained with tears she tried to plead with the merciless women who had broken
her. “Mistress Jahlen
…” she began.
“Do it, kitten. I won’t
ask you again.”
Li Mei swallowed her pride.
Disobeying Jahlen was too painful.
She opened her mouth and extended her
tongue. Jahlen pulled her toward
her vulva. Li Mei could smell
the musk of the other woman’s sex.
She swallowed and parted the lips of Jahlen’s vagina with her
tongue.
Jahlen gave a low moan. “Ahh,
my little kitten. That’s
it. Now go
deeper.” She widened her
stance slightly, giving Li Mei greater access to the area between her
legs. Li Mei extended her tongue
and then began to lick the tight slit that protected Jahlen’s love
canal. “Oohhh,” Jahlen
gasped. That’s good,
kitten. Now faster and
higher.” She held Li Mei’s
hair tight, pulling her face against her dark
bush.
Li Mei felt her tongue brush Jahlen’s
clit. The tall woman let out
a loud groan. Suddenly she was
very wet, as she reacted to the stimulus.
She remained standing, letting Li Mei take her right where she
was. From his divan, Zhuang watched
with interest. It was the first
time he had ever seen one woman pleasure
another.
Li Mei’s latest humiliation lasted almost an
hour. At the end Jahlen was as
covered in as much sweat as her victim.
Only with great difficulty did she keep herself from screaming out
her passion. Panting, she rebuttoned
her tight-fitting trousers.
“That’s enough for today, kitten,” she
gasped. “But tomorrow we
have some unfinished business.”
She clapped her hands. Two
guards grabbed the Black Leopard’s arms from either side and escorted
her from the room. “Until
tomorrow,” Jahlen called after her.
She turned to Zhuang, a slight smile playing about her
lips.
Zhuang nodded in approval. “A
masterful job Jahlen. You have
broken her without permanently damaging
her. She is a most valuable
asset. I can see many uses for
her in the future and it would be a shame to spoil such splendid
goods.”
Jahlen made a slight bow. Zhuang
had to resist the urge to lick his lips.
“What a perfect creature,” he
thought. “What would it
be like to have her spread with her hands tied behind
her?” Perhaps when she was
finished with the Black Leopard he would find out.
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