The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode
7
The Black Leopard’s
Triumph
Chapter
10 True
Confessions
Jahlen surveyed the sleeping
form of the Black Leopard. The
woman slept fitfully, as was natural considering the lacerations on her
body. Jahlen permitted herself
a half smile. She had flogged
the Black Leopard masterfully, her whip touching almost every part of her
torso and thighs. The Asian
villainess should be in agony. And
yet she had not broken that satin skin.
She would heal without a scar, but would suffer considerable pain
in the meantime.
Jalehn’s eyes focused on the gentle rise and fall of the Black
Leopard’s bosom. Her breasts
were quite beautiful, as was the rest of
her. Slowly she slid her gaze
down to the narrow waist, flaring hips and lithe rounded
thighs. She felt a slight stirring
within her. Was it lust or just
admiration of something beautiful?
She was not normally attracted to women, but in this case she felt
a faint longing. Was it because
she found the Black Leopard sexually attractive or was it just because the
Chinese villainess was so dangerous and
mysterious? “But,”
thought Jalehn, “not as dangerous as I
am. I have almost tamed
her. Just a few more hours and
she will be completely within my power."
She broke off her reverie. It
was time to get to work. Zhuang
had sent her after the Black Leopard a half hour ago and she had been standing
outside her cell watching her victim sleep for fifteen
minutes. It would not do to keep
the crimelord waiting any longer than
necessary.
She snapped her fingers. The
two henchmen that had accompanied her opened the cell
door. Instantly the Black Leopard
was awake. Jahlen had the pleasure
of watching her fear and confusion as she awoke from her restless
sleep. She had taken the precaution
of chaining the Black Leopard to the frame of her iron bedstead, so she was
quite unable to resist when the henchmen dragged her from the
cell. She struggled a bit at
first, until she saw Jahlen and then she
froze. A flicker of fear crossed
her face.
“Good morning, kitten,” Jahlen said.
The Black Leopard bowed her head.
“Good morning,. Mistress
Jalehn.” That was a good
sign. The Black Leopard had not
forgotten her lessons of the previous
day. Breaking her completely
would be relatively easy. But
she would take her time. There
were a few things that she wanted to know about the Black
Leopard.
Li Mei stumbled after Jahlen as she led the way to the room where she had
been whipped and raped the previous day.
She was so laden with chains that she could hardly walk, but the two
thugs escorting her prodded her whenever she slowed
down. They entered the
room. There on his divan was
Zhuang Zhijian. As usual, he
was stuffing something into his mouth.
That reminded Li Mei that she had not been given anything to eat or
drink.
Jahlen halted before Zhuang Zhijian and
bowed. “I have brought the
Black Leopard, lord.” The
crimelord nodded. His eyes were
on the Black Leopard. He smiled,
seemingly pleased at what he saw.
“Have you decided to tell all, Black Leopard?” Zhuang
asked.
Li Mei said nothing. Immediately,
Jahlen struck her backside with a short leather whip that she had produced
from somewhere. “Answer
your master, kitten. Have you
forgotten your lessons from yesterday?”
“I…No, Master Zhuang,” she
stammered. “I
cannot.”
“Still defiant,” said Zhuang,
yawning. “Very well,
Jalehn.
Proceed.”
“Come, kitten,” Jahlen ordered.
She took Li Mei’s arm and directed her toward a large machine
in the centre of the room.
Li Mei felt a cold lump in her stomach.
The machine had not been there yesterday, but there it
was. It was a large rack constructed
of heavy timbers that were framed in the shape of the letter
“Y.” She was lifted
onto it by the two thugs who had escorted her from the
cell. Her chains were removed,
but she was strapped onto the rack at the same
time. When the thugs had finished,
her legs were spread down each branch of the “Y,” and her arms
were pulled over her head.
Leather cuffs secured each ankle and each
wrist. With her legs spread wide,
Li Mei was acutely aware of how easy it would be to sexually molest
her. Just as worrisome, however,
was the tension on the rest of her body.
There was a winch at the end of the rack, and as she had been strapped
into it, Jahlen had cranked it, taking up the
slack. Already Li Mei could feel
the pressure on her joints. The
middle of the rack was slightly elevated arching her
body. The elevation could be
adjusted and Jahlen raised it until Li Mei was bowed over
it.
Li Mei was still in great pain from the nightmare events of the previous
day. Already her body was damp
with the sweat of fear. She was
far from ready to stand up to another round of
torture. She pleaded with her
captor. “Please, Mistress
Jalehn, don’t hurt me. Show
mercy.
Please.”
“Are you willing to tell Master Zhuang what he wishes to know?”
Jahlen asked. Lie Mei slowly
shook her head. “Then it
is your choice to suffer,” continued Jahlen
continued. She slowly turned
the winch, drawing Li Mei’s body tight on the rack.
Li Mei let out a little moan of fear as she felt the straps holding her to
the rack tighten as she was stretched
out. She was secured at several
points. Leather straps held her
ankles, her calves, and her thighs.
A much heavier strap was belted around her waist, and there was a
strap attached to her upper arms and each
wrist. The large number of
restraints, however, was not intended to keep her from escaping but to offer
her some protection against the tearing of her skin as the winch was slowly
tightened. But there would be
no protection from the pain.
Jahlen proceeded slowly. She
did not want her victim to break
immediately. There was something
she wished to learn first, and so she increased the tension on the winch
gradually. The rack was a powerful
tool. No one could stand up to
it for long. But it was a dangerous
device. As the tension on the
victim was increased her joints would be slowly pulled
apart. Increasing the tension
still more would begin to twist her limbs and rip ligaments from the
bone. The pain would be
unbelievable. But Jahlen did
not want to permanently cripple her victim, just get her to talk, and so
she proceeded with caution.
She watched the Black Leopard’s face carefully, noting the trembling
of the parted lips. She was a
very pretty woman, but there was a hint of cruelty about her features that
gave away her character. She
had the Black Leopard in her power, but she would not want the situation
reversed. She tightened the winch
another notch.
Li Mei screamed as her joints were slowly pulled
apart. It was much worse that
the whipping and the anal rape. She
knew that if it continued she would be crippled for
life. No one could stand up to
such torment for long.
Jahlen increased the tension until Li Mei’s scrams filled the
room. Then she sat back and
watched. She let the Black Leopard
scream for a good half hour. Then
she moved to the rack and slacked off the winch a
little. Her victim gave an audible
sigh of relief even though she was still in great
pain. And then leaving the winch
she moved close to the Black Leopard’s head and bent over
her. “Alright, kitten,”
she said softly. “I won’t
ask you about the films or where your lair
is. But I would like you to tell
me something about yourself. Do
you understand?”
“Yes…Mistress…Jalehn,” Li Mei gasped.
“I am going to ease the tension a little bit so you can speak more
easily. Then we are going to
have a little chat.” Jahlen
moved back to the winch and slacked it off a little more.
“What are you doing?” asked Zhuang
angrily. “I thought you
were going to make her talk. How
can loosening the tension make her cooperate?”
Jahlen gave Zhuang a withering glance.
“I am the torture expert, lord,” she
retorted. “Your methods
would kill her and you would learn
nothing. I will find out all
you wish to know if I am left
alone.”
Something in her tone and manner made even Zhuang shrink back from
her. Jahlen turned back to the
trembling Black Leopard. “Now
kitten, let us talk.” She
pulled up a stool so that she could sit no more than two feet from Li Mei’s
head.
Jahlen reached out and wiped some of the sweat from Li Mei’s
brow. “Tell me about yourself,
kitten. Begin with your
childhood. Where were you
born?’
Quite surprisingly, Li Mei answered.
“I was born in
“Then it was my
turn,” she continued. “I
was sold to a brothel, but I was only six years old, too young to please
a man. So I was used as a
servant. I brought the guests
food and drink and carried messages to the
girls. But even at that age,
I was able to figure out what awaited me, so I ran
away.” Li Mei
paused. The tension on
her body still had her almost gasping in
pain. Then she began once
more.
Li Mei found it strange to be telling her inquisitor her life
history. She had never told anyone
else of it, not even her Pussies.
But once she got started, it all came gushing out of
her. “I ended up in the
streets, a most dangerous place for a small
girl. I was lucky not to be caught
and used sexually by some low criminal.
But I was lucky. I fell
in with a street gang. The gang
leader had once been a Shaolin monk.
Somehow he had disgraced himself and been ejected from the order,
but he had certain code of honour.
He protected anyone in his gang and taught us all some of the martial
secrets of the Shaolin.”
“I turned out to have some natural ability in the martial arts and was
soon an opponent to be reckoned with.
As I grew older I moved farther and farther up the
organization. But I saw that
I had little future as a member of a
“I almost died on that voyage.
My supplies of food and water soon ran out and I was eventually forced
to come out of my hiding place. I
knew that if I was discovered by the crew, the least I could expect was to
be raped, but I had to take the chance.
It was either that or die of dehydration or
starvation. It was then that
I discovered my ability. I had
a natural skill as a cat burglar. I
crept all over the ship without being discovered and had little trouble stealing
enough from the unsuspecting crew to keep me
alive. When the ship reached
“I soon found out that the streets of the
Li Mei stopped speaking. She
seemed quite exhausted by her short account of her life, but Jahlen was pleased
with what she had heard. She
had gotten the villainess to speak.
Now it would so much easier to find out what she really wanted to
know. “Excellent, kitten,”
she whispered. “But now
I need some more important information.
I need to know where you have taken the Jade Dragon and
Scorpion.” She moved back
to the winch and placed her hand on the lever.
“I can’t tell you that,” said Li
Mei. “You would take them
from me.”
Jahlen turned the winch. Three
clicks. Li Mei let out a scream
of anguish. “Kitten,”
she said, “I need your cooperation.
You have told me about yourself.
All you have to do is tell me a little more.”
“No…,” Li Mei replied through tightly clenched
teeth.
“Kitten,” said Jalehn, as if she were a mother scolding a child,
“this just won’t do. And
we were getting along so well.”
Privately, Jahlen was annoyed.
She thought that she had defeated the Black Leopard when she had gotten
her to tell her life story, but somehow the Asian villainess seemed to be
able to hold out when it came to the most important
information. She was making her
look bad in front of Zhuang, and that just wouldn’t
do. She turned the winch one
more graduated click. Li Mei’s
shriek of pain was truly heartrending.
Jahlen let her scream for a full five minutes more before doing
anything. Then, she inserted
a bar gag in the screeching woman’s
mouth. Li Mei’s cries subsided
to muffled shrieks. Jahlen moved
her head close to the mouth of her trembling
victim. “Now kitten, let’s
start again. Perhaps you could
tell me your name. First I’m
going to slack off the tension a bit.
But not as much as last time.
Remember, I want your name.
If I don’t get it I will be very
unhappy.”
Jahlen let the winch move back two
notches. Li Mei’s muffled
cries diminished to low moans.
Jahlen took out the bar gag.
“Your name?” she asked.
“I can’t… tell you…, Mistress,” the Black Leopard
gasped.
“Yes you can,” said Jalehn.
“You must. If you
don’t Zhuang will force me to destroy your beautiful
body. And we wouldn’t want
that would we?”
“No, Mistress.” Li
Mei was almost delirious from the agony of the
rack. She hardly knew what she
was saying anymore. But she clung
to one thought: she must not reveal the whereabouts of the Jade Dragon and
Scorpion and the films she had taken from them.
“Tell me you name, Black Leopard,” Jahlen prompted
again. “It can’t hurt
to do that.”
The Black Leopard’s body convulsed.
Sweat poured off her smooth skin.
She no longer knew where she was or to whom she was
speaking. She was badly dehydrated
and aware only of was the unbelievable agony of the
rack. As she slipped into delirium
she whispered her answer. “Li
Mei,” she said. “My
name is…Li Mei.”
Zhuang Zhijian leaned forward. The
inquisition was becoming interesting.
He had the Black Leopard’s name, for whatever good it would do
him. He still didn’t know
where her lair was and he doubted that it would be in the phone
book.
“Very pretty my beautiful plum blossom,” said Jahlen translating
Li Mei’s name. “Just
as you are very pretty.” She
paused, and stroked Li Mei’s fevered
brow. “Now tell me where
your lair is. I must go there
to make sure nothing happens to your Pussies.”
“No,” Li Mei moaned.
“You would hurt the Pussies.”
“I like cats,” said Jalehn.
“Haven’t I been calling you
‘kitten?’ You can tell
me about them.” She moved
her hand down to Li Mei’s belly, stroking her as she would a
cat. “Tell
me. Where are
they? I will go to
them. They will not be
hurt.”
Li Mei’s eyes slowly closed.
She answered in a voice so low that only Jahlen could hear
it. She muttered an
address. Jalehn’s lips twitched
in a half-smile that was instantly
suppressed. She turned back to
Zhuang. “She’s
fainted,” she said.
“You’ll have to wait until later to get your
information. Next time don’t
rush me.”
Zhuang nodded. He waved his arm
in dismissal. “Take her
back to the cells.” Inside
he was seething. He did not know
why he tolerated such impudence from
Jalehn. Perhaps one day he would
teach her a few manners.
He watched as the Black Leopard was dragged unconscious from the
room. “Do you want anything
else for me, lord?” Jahlen inquired.
Zhuang considered. He did want
something else from her, but it was nothing he dared ask for
now. He shook his
head. “Just make sure that
bitch doesn’t die. I want
her talking by the end of
tomorrow.”
Jahlen nodded, then turned on her heel and left the
room. Zhuang motioned to one
of his henchmen. “Follow
her,” he said. He lolled
back on his divan and popped another steamed rice cake into his
mouth. He
smiled. He suspected his inquisitor
of being up to something. In
a way she hoped she was. It would
certainly simplify his relationship with
her. He smiled more
broadly. Yes, it might simplify
a lot of things.
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