The Misadventures of the Black Leopard

The Misadventures of the

Black Leopard

Episode 1

The Black Leopard’s Revenge

Chapter 12 Zhuang’s Pleasure

Elenah Firenza knelt before Zhuang like some oriental slave awaiting her master’s pleasure. She didn’t have much choice, Zhuang had draped her nude body with chains seemingly in the hope of breaking her through the sheer weight of metal. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back and her ankles shackled. Connecting them was another set of shackles making it impossible for her to stand. In addition, an iron collar encircled her slender neck. Connected to the collar and looped over her shoulders to another chain around her waist were two other heavy chains. In all she must have been carrying close to a hundred pounds of iron and the march from her grim cell to Zhuang’s luxurious sitting room had left her completely exhausted.

Zhuang let the once haughty villainess kneel. He had lusted after her ever since he had laid eyes on her several years ago when she had assumed the mantle of her father’s business. Her reputation for ruthless efficiency had intrigued him, all the more so after he had watched her veiled but elegant figure enter the meeting room. She had the bearing and mannerisms of a queen and the arrogant confidence to go with it. But now he had her. The feeling of power it gave him was almost erotic.

There was no doubt that she was beautiful. Tall and perfectly proportioned, her body was exquisite as were her Italian good looks. Dark eyes under delicately arched brows set off the fine line of her nose, her high cheekbones, and the curve of her full lips. It was a shame that she was not attracted to men. She would have made someone a fine consort, not that it mattered now. Now she was his to deal with as he saw fit.

He raised a piece of delicately braised squid to his lips and chewed thoughtfully before speaking. “You will tell me, you know. Sooner or later I will have it out of you. Why not save yourself a good deal of suffering and humiliation?”

Elenah raised her head. In spite of her degrading position her face was defiant. “You think I am not suffering now?” she asked icily. “I will never tell you, no matter how much you violate and torture me. I will go to the grave before I let you touch my money.”

Zhuang’s face remained impassive. Stiletto seemed as tough as the steel of the blade she was named for, but he had been told how she had begged and screamed when the blonde girl and his henchmen had raped and tortured her. Her bravery was all an act, but he was in no hurry. He intended to take his time breaking her and enjoy himself at the same time. “Liu,” he called. “Remove her restraints. Let us see just how strong our slave is.”

The heavyset henchman hurried forward. Producing a key he unlocked the shackles from her neck and waist, leaving those connecting her wrists to her ankles. Elenah gasped in relief, but at the same time felt a thrill of fear. She was still on her knees just a few feet from where Zhuang squatted. Raising her head she waited for her “master’s” pleasure.

“One more chance,” Zhuang said. “Give me the numbers and you will be released. Continue to resist and you will pay the price.”

Elenah did not answer. Her defiant stare said it all. Zhuang smiled. “I was hoping that you would be uncooperative. Slowly he loosened the ties on his robe.

Elenah disguised her revulsion as the overly obese crimelord opened his robe. Revealed within the great folds of fat that spilled forth was an erection she would not have believed it was possible for the whale-like crime boss to produce. “This is your first installment,” Zhuang said, nodding toward his groin. “Wrap those perfect lips around it.”

“Go to hell, you stinking blimp!” Elenah answered. Her brave words were born of more than mere defiance. Her situation was hopeless and she knew that to give in meant death. Zhuang had never been known to keep his word except in those circumstances where he had promised to kill someone. Her only chance of survival was to hold out as long as possible against the pain and humiliation Zhuang was sure to visit upon her.

“Liu,” Zhuang commanded. “Help her.”

Zhuang’s henchman moved behind her. Elenah resisted as he seized her hair, but he wrenched her head back, forcing her mouth open and propelled her bodily toward Zhuang’s waiting phallus.

“No,” she protested, “N…mmpphh!” She tried to bite down as Liu forced her mouth over the bulbous curve of his engorged member, but Zhuang slapped her hard across the face, and then seizing her hair on either side of her head pulled his down onto his throbbing manhood.

The huge organ filled her mouth, penetrating to her tonsils and almost strangling her. Forcibly Zhuang moved her head up and down, not allowing her to breathe. He kept it up until Elenah’s eyes began to roll back into her head and then released her. “Take me as nature intended and I will let you breathe,” Zhuang said. “Continue to resist and I will force you to suck me until you are blue in the face.”

Elenah did not reply, but she meekly bent her head and closed her pouting lips over Zhuang’s glistening phallus. It would do her no good to resist further. Zhuang would enjoy her anyway and deprive her of oxygen until she fainted.

“That’s better,” Zhuang grunted. Guiding her head with his hands he forced her to take him deep into her throat, his breathing increasing with every stroke. Elenah was almost sick, but fought back the urge to vomit, instead letting him have his way with her mouth. If she was lucky that was all he would do.

Liu watched until Zhuang waved him away. The crimelord preferred to enjoy his conquests in private. In the meantime there was something that Liu had wanted to do for quite some time.

He walked quickly to the garage. No one attempted to stop him Liu was Zhuang’s trusted lieutenant and could go anywhere within the complex. The guards merely nodded to him as he checked out a 1929 Cord Sedan and headed out into the city. He licked his lips in anticipation. Soon he would be enjoying himself as much as Zhuang was.

Helen Scott threw down the novel she had been reading. There was nothing wrong with the book; it was just that she couldn’t concentrate. She had thought that taking vengeance upon the woman who had killed her father would still her inner demons, but instead the act had made things worse. The screams of the woman she had helped to torture still sounded in her ears. She couldn’t get them out of her mind. And the images of the woman being violated by Zhuang’s two henchmen pushed themselves to the forefront of her mind. “How could I do such a thing,” she muttered. “I’m no better than the woman I sought to punish; nothing but a kidnapper and rapist.”

She got up and headed to the sideboard. There was a decanter of whiskey there and although she didn’t normally consume alcohol, Helen hoped that a drink might ease the sense of guilt within her.

The glass was halfway to her lips when there was a soft tap at the door. Brigitte, her housekeeper entered. “Sorry, Miss Helen, but there’s a Chinaman at the door. He told me to give you this.” She held up a sealed envelope. “Should I send him away, Miss Helen? He actually came to the front door instead of the servants’ entrance.”

Helen ignored the disapproval in Brigitte’s voice. “No,” she answered. “Send him around back. I’ll tell you what to do in a moment.”

She ripped open the envelope. Inside was a brief note from Zhuang. At least she supposed it was from Zhuang. It was written in somewhat garbled English, but after all Zhuang was Chinese. “I need see you. Come with Liu.”

Helen frowned. She wished she had never gotten involved in her mission of vengeance. She had no idea what Zhuang wanted, but she couldn’t afford to ignore him. With a sigh she crumpled the note and tossed it into the fireplace. She would meet with him again and tell him she was finished with the entire affair. He could do what he wanted with Stiletto.

She swept past a surprised Brigitte and met with Liu in the servants’ entrance. “Take me to Zhuang,” she sighed. “Bring the car around back so no one will see us leave.”

Liu’s smile was unexpected. She had never seen that look on the face of Zhuang’s henchman before, but she dismissed the feeling of unease and put on her hat and gloves while he went to fetch the car. She waited for him near the back gate while he brought it around.

She got into the back seat and sat quietly while Liu navigated the car through the streets. Ten minutes later she asked a question. “Are we going the right way? I thought Zhuang’s HQ was closer to the waterfront.”

“Zhuang have more than one hideout,” Liu replied. “Not want to attract too much attention.”

Helen sat back, not completely reassured, but not knowing what else to do. Nervously she leaned forward again and spoke to Liu. “I’m finished with this, you know. I want no more of this revenge business. Zhuang can do what he wants with Stiletto, but I’m not going to take part anymore.”

“Why you tell me this?” Liu asked. “I not Zhuang.”

“I thought perhaps you knew why Zhuang wanted to see me,” Helen answered.

Liu did not answer, but kept on driving. Helen tried another tack. “I only did this to avenge my father. Stiletto got what was coming to her. She murdered a man who had never harmed anyone.”

Liu laughed, but it was a sound without a hint of humour.

“It’s true,” Helen said. “My father was the kindest and gentlest of men.”

“To you perhaps,” Liu answered. This time his voice was tinged with anger.

“You father run illegal speakeasy. Hire many girl to serve customers. He not nice to girls.”

“What do you mean, girls?” Helen asked. She suddenly wished she had not started the conversation.

“Prostitute,” Liu answered. “He use many girl for prostitute.”

“You’re lying,” Helen shouted, outraged.

“No lie,” Liu replied. “One girl my sister. Your father give her drug and whiskey to make her prostitute.”

Helen sat back stunned. Surely the man was lying. Her father hadn’t been like that. She leaned forward again. She didn’t want to ask the question, but she had to know. “What happened to your sister?”

“She die,” Liu answered. “Too much drug.”

“And Stiletto?” Helen had to ask. “Why did she kill my father?”

“You father trap Stiletto. Going to make her into prostitute. Stiletto cut his throat.”

Helen collapsed back into the seat. All her illusions had been destroyed. “Take me home,” she ordered. “I’m through with Zhuang.”

Liu’s laugh sent a chill through her. “You go home. But first Liu have some fun with you.”

Suddenly everything was clear to Helen. “Zhuang never wrote that note! It was you!” She looked out the car window. They were in front of a dingy warehouse. Liu stopped the car. “Why are you stopping?” Helen quailed.

Liu didn’t answer. Instead he got out of the car and came around to the passenger door. Throwing it open he gestured toward her. “Out,” he ordered.

“Tell me why you’ve brought me here,” Helen answered, moving toward the other side of the car. In reply Liu lunged across the seat and slapped her across the face.

The blow sent her senses swimming. “You do what Liu say from now on,” the thug demanded. Before Helen could respond he gripped the front of her dress and dragged her from the car. She struggled feebly, but Liu pushed her face down across the back seat and forced her arms behind her. Pinning both wrists with one hand he wrapped a length of cord around them with his other and quickly bound her wrists. Then he dragged the dazed girl from the car and pushed her toward the warehouse.

Helen staggered forward, prevented from falling by Liu’s grip on her arm. He forced her through the door of the warehouse, down a long dark hallway and into a small room. He flicked on the light and Helen saw that it contained a table, chair, and a small cot.

“Why have you brought me here?” Helen whimpered, although she didn’t really want to hear the answer.

Liu directed her toward the cot and sat her down. Then he removed his coat and shoulder holster began to unbutton his shirt. “Liu pay you father back for his sister,” he said.

“But my father’s dead,” cried Helen, her bowels turning to water.

“So my sister,” Liu replied, pulling off his suspenders and then removing his shirt.

Helen tried to get up but fell back when Liu raised his hand. The expression on his face told her clearly that he would probably enjoy beating her up before he took her and the stinging pain of her bruised cheek was a quick reminder of his superior strength.

“Please,” Helen pleaded. “You can’t do this. I’m not responsible for what my father did.” As she spoke she remembered Stiletto begging for mercy and realized that the villainess must have felt the same fear.

Liu merely leered at her and Helen knew that he didn’t care whether she was innocent or not. He was going to rape her and there was nothing she could do or say to dissuade him. “Please,” she sniveled again. “Don’t do this. Don’t hurt me. I’ve never been with a man.”

Liu’s only reply was to remove his shoes and then drop his pants. Underneath his clothes he was a powerfully muscled man, like all of Zhuang’s thugs. But it was the bulge in his shorts that held all of Helen’s attention. She swallowed and began to weep in terror.

Liu laughed. “My sister feel fear too. Just before your father rape her.” He dropped his shorts and stood nude before her. “Now, missy. You suck me.”

Helen trembled as she looked at Liu’s penis. It was already fully erect, and so large that she was certain it could not possibly fit in her mouth. “No,” she wept, “Please don’t make me do this.”

Liu looked at the trembling girl before him. Overcome with lust he took in her features. A white woman. He was about to take a white woman. He reached out and gripped her shoulder-length blonde hair and tilted her head back. Her sea-blue eyes were wide with fear, her perfect pink lips quivering in terror. His hands went to her throat, stroking her velvet skin while she cringed at his touch. Then he went lower, using his strength to tear open her white blouse. Underneath she wore a thin cream-coloured camisole. It took his only seconds to rip it from her body, exposing the brassiere that partially covered her full breasts.

He drank in her beauty. Almost fainting in terror, she swayed as his hands went to the cups of her bra. It took only a little strength to tear the garment in half revealing her uptilted pink nipples. Then he cupped the soft flesh, squeezing gently and enjoying the arousing touch of her nipples against his palms. The girl cried out as he twisted her breasts. This must have been what it was like when his sister was taken by the girl’s father. His face contorting in rage and hate he crushed her breasts, enjoying the scream of agony that burst from her lips. Then seizing her hair once more he forced her head back and thrust his penis toward her open mouth.

Helen gagged as Liu jammed his way into her mouth. She had heard of such sexual activity before but never imagined that it would be forced on her. She could smell the stink of sweat on Lui’s genitals as he invaded her moth, but she willed herself to accept it. She faced the horror of rape and the loss of her virginity, but perhaps if Liu satisfied himself in her mouth he would not be able to take her. With that thought in her mind she made herself suck Liu’s manhood, fighting back the urge to be violently ill.

Liu groaned as Helen caressed the glans of his penis with her tongue. “That good, missy,” he gasped. Placing his hands on either side of her head he began to thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, grunting in pleasure as the girl responded. Gradually, his animal sounds of pleasure increased as he approached orgasm.

He climaxed explosively, shooting his heavy cream into Helen’s mouth, the excess dibbling down her chin and over her quivering breasts. Repulsed by this bestial display, Helen nevertheless felt a sense of relief. She had been humiliated and forced to perform a disgusting act, but at least her virginity was still intact. Mentally exhausted she fell back on the cot, but to her horror, Liu was not quite done with her.

“Very good, missy,” Liu grinned. “Now we see what yellow-hair pussy look like.”

Helen whimpered in protest as the stocky henchman held her down. With her wrists still bound tightly behind her she could only struggle ineffectually as he proceeded to strip the rest of her clothing from her. Her tweed skirt went first, leaving her clad in only her panties, nylons, and garter belt. Almost ceremonially Liu removed each of these items revealing Helen’s body in all of its naked glory. Embarrassed and frightened, Helen was helpless as he parted her legs. Cupping her mons veneris, Liu inserted his middle digit between the lips of her vulva and plumbed the tight, warm interior. He gave a grunt of approval as he detected her hymen.

“Good,” he murmured. “Missy still virgin.” Then he did something she had never expected. Spreading her wide he bent his head and moved between her thighs, running his tongue over the inviting slit that guarded her pleasure garden.

“Oh no,” Helen moaned. “Please stop.”

But Liu did not stop. Instead he did fantastic things with his tongue, things that Helen had never imagined. Her protests changed to gasps as strange sensations ran through her chaste body. A fever mounted within her, a fever that built until she was gasping in undisguised passion, the juices of her love canal flowing freely, her nipples standing up like ripe raspberries and her breasts flushing as they became suffused with blood. “Oh god,” she cried as despite her fear and revulsion alien passion assailed her body. And then she noticed that something had happened to Liu as well. He rose from her panting body, his erection fully restored and a look of triumph on his round face.

“Oh no. Oh please no,” Helen begged as she realized what was about to happened. Liu merely smiled and using his weight spread her legs and then heaved his body toward her. “Aaahhh!” Helen screamed as Liu’s shaft pierced her maidenhead, her lithe body writhing as he took her. Shame swept over her, eclipsing the pain of the rape. Her violation and degradation was complete. As Liu raped her, she screamed again, her cries mingling with Liu’s triumphant grunts, until finally, broken physically and mentally she lay quiet while Liu rutted his way to another sexual climax.

Sexually satiated, Liu pushed Helen against the wall, and heaving himself half off her, closed his eyes and fell into a noisy sleep.

Helen did not sleep. Instead she lay with tear-filled eyes wide. She had suffered the same fate as the woman she had trapped. Inside she felt a deep sense of shame and guilt. She had wished this fate on Stiletto. Now she knew what it was like and was filled with revulsion. Her self-recrimination, however, did not last for long. Liu saw to that.

The heavyset thug slept for about three hours. He awoke with an undiminished sexual appetite. This time what he did was much more painful. He did not wait until Helen was ready, but spread her and in spite of her frightened protests he raped her again, but this time there was an even more painful and brutal ending. Five minutes after thrusting into her for the second time Liu pulled out. Helen gasped in relief and then cried out in terror as he dragged her from the bed, marched her to the table and bending her forward so that her tear-shaped breasts were pressed against the wooden surface, he took her from behind.

Helen’s body shuddered as he rammed into her like a train pushing a line of boxcars. His loving-making was brutal, direct, and unrefined, the act of a beast mating with a female in heat. She could do nothing but gasp in pain, trying to hold back her screams. She succeeded in this until Liu began his final act of degradation. He jerked his dripping phallus from her once again and then, raising his sights, probed her anus.

“No! Don’t,” Helen screamed in fear, as Liu attempted to press into her. Tightening her buttocks she refused to let him enter, but Liu laughed, treating the contest as a game. He was fully lubricated with the juices of her love canal and weighed twice as much as she did. With brutal determination he forced his way between the cheeks of her tightened derriere until he contacted the tiny button of her anus. Then gripping her arms he drew her back into him, slowly sinking his shaft into her backside. Helen screamed, her back arched in agony as he broke through her defenses and sodomized her.

Half an hour later, her backside pulsing with pain, Helen lay sobbing on the tabletop. She was too beaten fatigued to move. A few feet away Liu pulled his clothes back on. “That all, missy,” he said. “You get dressed. I take you home now.”

Helen forced herself to dress. She said nothing as Liu drove her home. Her hideous ordeal was over, but the mental aguish would remain long after the physical pain had disappeared. But now she was filled with another emotion. Liu had taken his revenge, but he had taken it in a way that was as unjust as what had been done to his sister. Helen would not forget that. Nor would she forget that she was responsible for what had happened to Stiletto. She would correct that wrong, and she knew just how to do it.

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