The Adventures of the Jade
Dragon
Episode 7
Chapter 19
Payback Time for the Black Leopard
“It could be worse,”
Li Mei thought. She was lying
on her bed in her new quarters.
Since her “initiation” into the ranks of Zhuang’s
organization she had been staying here.
It was actually quite palatial, being a very large room furnished
in oriental décor and outfitted with all of the modern conveniences
including a large bathroom with a huge soaking
tub. She had spent quite a bit
of time in there, trying to recover from her ordeal in the torture
chamber. When she had first been
brought to the room she had not been able to walk on her
own. A couple of servants had
carried her and had put her to bed.
She later found out that the two women were her personal maidservants;
there to do her every bidding. Such
attention was flattering, and confusing, but typical of the way Zhuang’s
mind worked. It was meant to
keep her disoriented and dependent on his good
will. Always in the back of her
mind that the knowledge that she could be hauled out of her comfortable quarters
and subjected to additional rape and
torture. She would do almost
anything to avoid that.
She was still a prisoner. A guard
was posted outside her door, and her servants locked the door behind them
as they came and went. In addition,
she was still chained, although only by a single chain that was locked to
her left ankle and left wrist.
Still it was obvious that she was not free to come and go as she
chose.
She was almost recovered from the brutal
initiation. Her bruises had healed
and the terrible soreness had left her nether
region. She still harbored
psychological scars, however, not the least of which was a dread fear of
displeasing Zhuang, which of course, was exactly what he
wanted.
There was a knock at the door. One
of her maidservants answered. That
was one indication of her raised status.
When Chen or one of Zhuang’s henchmen visited her they knocked
as a sign of respect. She raised
herself to a sitting position. The
door opened and Chen strode in.
Li Mei bowed her head to him in
deference. “My lord,”
she murmured in greeting. She
kept her features impassive, but inside her heart thumped against her
ribcage.
Chen towered over her. “You
have rested long enough. Zhuang
has need of you. Wear this and
meet him in the interrogation room as soon as
possible.” He tossed a bundle
of clothes onto the bed and turned and left the room.
Li Mei nodded her head in obedience.
There was no need to speak.
The interrogation room; Zhuang’s fancy name
for the place where he raped and tortured his
prisoners. With trembling
fingers she picked up the clothing that Chen had tossed in front of
her.
He eyes widened in dismay. Since
her rape she had been allowed to wear a silk robe that hid most of her
considerable charms. The leather
outfit on the bed would show almost
everything. But her maids were
already moving to dress her. With
a feeling of deep dread, Li Mei allowed them to remove her robe and dress
her in the revealing costume.
The maids worked quickly. Zhuang
did not like to be kept waiting. In
a few minute she was ready.
Standing in front of a full length mirror as her servants made the
final adjustment she was filled with
despair. She was dressed in black
leather from head to foot. Her
shining raven hair hung to her waist, but a black mask covered half her
face. Her torso was covered in
a tight-fitting leather vest that left her arms
bare. To her chagrin, twin holes
in the vest left the tips of her breasts
exposed. Light gold chains had
been attached to the rings through her nipples and these were connected to
a gold collar around her neck.
The tight leather pants she found more
satisfying. They provided some
privacy and showed off her exquisite figure to full
advantage. She also approved
of the knee-length leather boots, and the studded leather gloves provided
her. The ends of each finger
had been cut away to allow her claws to
protrude.
Embarrassing as the costume was, however, it was also a bit of a
relief. She was no longer chained,
and if Zhuang had intended to use her sexually she expected he would have
dressed her in the harem outfit again.
But there was still that element of
doubt. Taking a deep breath she
allowed her maidservant to open the door for her and stepped out into the
hall. Four guards waited for
her. Their guns were drawn, but
they did not chain her. A good
sign she hoped. Her head bowed
in submission she and her escort moved toward the interrogation
room.
Jahlen’s exquisite body trembled, but it was not from the cold
of her cell. Her body was covered
in sweat. Chen was
late. He should have been at
her cell several hours ago. She
started to pant. Where was
he? He had never been this late
before. She gripped the bars
of her cell and squeezed them as if she could crush the metal with her bare
hands. Her mouth opened in
anticipation. There was the sound
of key in the lock of the cell block
door. Her heart beating expectantly,
she pushed her face against the bars.
With a gasp of relief she saw it was
Chen.
“Please,” she
begged. “I need it
now.”
Chen sauntered up to the cell, taunting her with his
slowness. “And if I decide
not to give it to you?” he asked.
“No,” she said.
“You have to give it to me.
You’re late.
You’ve never been this late before.”
“Well you’re going to have to
wait. You’re seeing Zhuang
first and then we’ll see about your
fix.”
“Please,” said Jahlen, reaching through
the bars toward him. “Please
give it to me now. Here, you
can use the same arm. It still
has good veins.” As she
spoke, she turned her arm over revealing her needle pocked
skin.
“Zhuang first,” Chen insisted.
“And if you make a fuss, you’ll get
nothing.”
Jahlen began to weep, but she knew it was no use arguing
further. “Take me to Zhuang,
then,” she begged.
“Please take me now.”
“Not likely,” answered Chen, wrinkling his
nose. “You
stink. Get yourself cleaned
up. I’ll be back in ten
minutes.”
Jahlen burst into tears as Chen strode
off. But she did as she was
told. Stripping off the filthy
rags she was wearing she staggered into the shower and turned on the
water. Although the cell was
Spartan as most cells were, it was supplied with the basic toiletries such
as shampoo and soap. She scrubbed
herself thoroughly and was ready before Chen
returned. She had not bothered
to put on the disgustingly dirty clothes she had been wearing for the last
week or so and stood naked in the cell.
Chen nodded approvingly when he returned.
He passed her a clean blouse and pants through the
bars. “Put these on," he
ordered. “Not that you’ll
be needing them for long.”
Jahlen let Chen’s last remark go
unchallenged. She dressed quickly,
not caring that she was barefoot.
“I’m ready,” she said, her voice
shaking. “Can I have the
fix now?”
Chen laughed. “You’re
not listening. We see Zhuang
first.” With tantalizing
slowness he unlocked the cell door.
Jahlen immediately moved out and waited
expectantly. She sighed with
relief and tried to control her shaking as Chen turned and led her out of
the cell block.
She followed Chen like a pet dog.
During the last week of her confinement she had lost any sense of
pride. Her daily shots of heroin
governed her life. Her haughty
manner had completely disappeared.
She now regarded the humiliation and degradation she had suffered
in the guardroom as a minor incident compared to her need for the
drug. She knew that she would
probably have to debase herself when she met with Zhuang, but she was willing
to do anything to feel the touch of the needle in her
arm.
She went to her knees in from of Zhuang when she entered the interrogation
room. By now the shaking of her
limbs had returned once more and her clean blouse was soaked with
sweat. “My lord,” she
said, touching her head to the floor.
Zhuang did not acknowledge her greeting.
Instead he motioned to Chen.
“Get up, whore,” the henchman
ordered. Hastily, Jahlen scrambled
to her feet. Her face showed
the pangs of her withdrawal symptoms.
She wanted to plead with Zhuang for her fix, but used all of her remaining
self control to hold her tongue.
Zhuang ran his eyes over her, appraising the changes since her had last seen
her. “Still beautiful,”
he murmured at last.
“Please
lord,”
she begged, “ask what you want of
me. I need my
fix. I’ll die without
it.”
Zhuang shifted on his divan. He
tugged at the drawstring of his robe.
“I think you know what you need to earn it,” he
said.
Jahlen nodded meekly. All along
she knew that she had been set up for
this. It was the only explanation
for what Chen had done to her.
Shakily she got to her feet and climbed on to the
divan. Before her was the walrus-like
bulk of the Chinese crimelord, his robe undone to reveal his rigid penis
emerging like a flagpole from the folds of fat near his
groin.
Pursing her lips she did what beatings, rape and torture had never been able
to force her to do. She took
Zhuang’s member in her mouth and caressed it with her lips and
tongue. She had been
broken. Heroin had achieved what
nothing else could have done. Her
spirit was crushed and Zhuang and Chen knew
it. “You are my whore
now,” said Zhuang, his voice dripping with
triumph. “From now on you
will do what I wish when I wish and you will do it
willingly. Now take it
all.” His final statement
was spoken as he reached out and pushed down the top of her
head.
Jahlen bobbed her head as she had seen the other girls in the brothel
do. The thick meat of Zhuang’s
phallus filled her mouth and the pressure of his hand on her head forced
his organ to the back of her throat.
Using both hands she gripped his rigid shaft and moved her hands back
and forth, bringing forth a groan from the obese
crimelord. “Ahh, my half-breed
whore you have found your true vocation.
You were born to this.”
His words brought a hint of colour to Jahlen’s pallid
cheeks. She had never felt so
despoiled. Her pride was buried
deep within her, submerged by her desperate need for the insidious drug that
Chen had forced upon her.
She fellated Zhuang for almost half and hour before he spurted into her
mouth. As in the Black
Leopard’s case, he forced her to swallow it, gripping her hair as she
tried to raise her head. When
he finally let her up the thick emulsion he had shot from his loins dripped
from the corners of her mouth.
Panting with exertion Jahlen lurched to a sitting
position. Zhuang looked at her
distastefully. “My dear,
if you are going to serve as my whore you need to take greater care with
your appearance. Wipe your mouth
and stand in the middle of the floor.”
Please, lord,” Jahlen, pleaded, “may I have my fix
now? I’ve done as you
asked.”
“And why should I do that?” sneered
Zhuang.
“Your service not so exceptional as to incline
me to reward you.”
“Please,” Jahlen, begged, falling to her knees and reaching toward
Zhuang. I will die without
it.”
“I doubt that,” Zhuang replied.
“In any case, there is someone you should reacquaint yourself
with before we go any farther.”
The direction of Zhuang’s eyes told Jahlen that there was someone behind
her. She turned her head just
as a gloved hand fell upon her bare
shoulder. Her quick intake of
breath and the widening of her eyes revealed her sudden
fear. For a brief instant she
forgot the terrible desire for the drug.
Standing just behind her, one hand on her hip was the svelte form
of the woman she had tortured only a few days
previously. Her leather outfit
and the spiteful look in her dark eyes sent shivers down Jahlen’s
spine.
The Black Leopard tightened her grip on Jahlen’s shoulder, her razor
edged nails digging into the huddling woman’s soft
flesh. “Now you bitch,
it’s payback time.” She
turned to the guards. “Chain
her,” she ordered.
Jahlen suddenly heaved herself to her feet as the guards closed in on
her. The look in the Black
Leopard’s eyes had left no doubt of her
intent. Panic swept over her
as she realized the torment that awaited her if she did not
escape. But she was far too late
and far too slow. The Black
Leopard’s fist drove into the base of her spine with paralyzing
force. Jahlen had never been
hit so hard. She dropped to her
knees and then pitched forward onto her
face. The guards closed around
her and dragging her by the arms carried her over to the two upright pillars
that the Black Leopard had been bound to just a few days
before. It took only a couple
of minutes to spread-eagle her in an upright
position.
Li Mei walked slowly around her prisoner, studying her from every
angle. The woman was
beautiful. One of the most beautiful
women she had ever seen. She
was tall, with high full breasts and uptilted nipples that could be seen
through the thin fabric of her blouse.
Her waist was tiny and emphasized the strong sweep of her hips and
the sweet curve of her tight backside.
The Black Leopard slowly licked her
lips. “Luscious,” she
thought, “perfectly luscious.”
How should she begin torturing
her? Zhuang wanted something
painful and humiliating without mutilating
her. Well, she thought she could
do that.
The woman was already trembling. As
Li Mei passed near her she spoke in a small voice, a voice of
desperation. “Please,”
said the tall woman, her unusual eyes dilated from the pitiless craving for
the drug she so desired, “please, I need my
fix.”
Li Mei’s mouth twisted in a snarl.
“Your fix, you bitch?
I’ll give you something to take your mind off your
fix.” She kept her voice
low, in her dangerous purr. The
threat in it was palpable.
“Remember how you ‘entertained’ me when I was in your
place? Now it’s your
turn. You’re going to be
too busy screaming to worry about your damned fix.”
She circled Jahlen, watching the woman’s body twitch as she struggled
with her craving for the drug.
“Where shall I start?” she
mused. “You have so many
delectable parts. Perhaps I should
begin by undressing you. She
ran her razor edged claw along the sleeve of Jahlen’s blouse, slitting
the material covering her right arm.
She sliced through the left sleeve in the same
way. Then one by one she snipped
off the buttons, allowing the shirt to drop to the
floor.
“Exquisite,” she murmured as she touched the swell of Jahlen’s
nipple with one clawed finger and moved it in slow circles abound her
areola. She noted with satisfaction
the increased stiffening of the dark
blossom. “Yes,” she
continued. “I think I will
start there.”
She stepped over to the bench containing the various torture
apparatus. While Jahlen had been
servicing Zhuang she had taken the opportunity to investigate the tools
available. She had been more
than satisfied with what she had found.
“Yes,” she muttered, “this will be perfect, a little
decoration.” She picked
up several items from the bench and returned to her
victim.
Jahlen tensed her arms and legs, trying to free herself from the manacles
and shackles that held her. She
knew it was a foolish and futile action, but she could not help
herself. Withdrawal from the
drug wracked her body. Covered
in sweat and trembling uncontrollably, she watched in fear as the Black Leopard
returned.
Li Mei watched Jahlen twist in her
chains. Only
a few days before she had been in the same
position. The mysterious
woman she now approached had hurt her unbelievably, reducing her to a whimpering
pain-filled wretch. Now it was
her turn, and it was going to be fun.
A cruel smile creased her lips.
“It seems a shame that your body is so lacking in jewelry, and I can’t
help remembering how you admired mine,” said Li Mei, fingering her nipple
rings. “So I thought it
only proper that I should take it upon myself to do something about the
situation.” She held up
the objects in her hand for Jahlen’s
inspection. The widening of her
victim’s eyes showed Li Mei that she had seen what she held and understood
their purpose.
Jahlen winced as the Black Leopard pressed the needle sharp tip of the awl
to her areola. She knew that
what was going to happen was going to
hurt. The leather-clad villainess
had made no effort to deaden the sensitivity of her nipples by using ice
or any pain killer. She tried
to slow her rapid breathing and steel herself for the pain, but she still
screamed as the Black Leopard pushed the awl through the tip of her right
breast. It had hurt a great deal
more than she had expected. The
pain was so great that it almost drove her hunger for heroin from her mind.
Almost but
not quite. However, the
Black Leopard was just getting started.
“I think this it about the right size,” Li Mei said, giving the
awl a vicious twist as she pulled it from Jahlen’s bleeding
breast. She held up a gold ring
about an inch in diameter in front of Jahlen’s
eyes. “This should look
pretty don’t you think, my
dear?” Pulling the ring
apart, she pushed it roughly through the hole she had made in Jahlen’s
areola. The rewarding scream
from the former inquisitor brought a smile to Li Mei’s
lips. “Enjoying
yourself dear?
I hope so. It is going
to get much worse. You should
never have given up this job and then there would not have been an opening
for me.”
Li Mei was in her element.
Temporarily forgotten was the humiliation and punishment she had suffered
at Zhuang’s hands. She had
her former nemesis in her hands and was going to exact a cruel
revenge. She smiled as she though
of what Jahlen’s magnificent body would look like when she got through
with it.
“Very nice,” she said, admiring the gold ring glittering just below
Jahlen’s upturned nipple. She
could see the flesh swelling around the wound she had made when she had used
the awl to make the opening for the ring.
That area was going to be very
painful. She looped her finger
through the ring and gave a little tug.
The look of aguish on Jahlen’s face and her shriek of agony
was most rewarding, as was the erotic arching of
her victim’s body as she reacted to the incredible
pain. “Excellent,”
said Li Mei.
“Now the other
one.”
“No! Please,
no!” Jahlen
screamed. She was close to breaking
and Li Mei had hardly started on her yet.
“Still want your fix?” Li Mei
taunted. “Or have I managed
to take your mind off that?”
Jahlen’s body trembled as tears of pain coursed down her
cheeks. “I see that you
have not quite forgotten the evil drug,” teased Li
Mei. “Well, perhaps this
will make you forget it.”
“No,
please don’t,”
Jahlen pleaded as the Black Leopard took her left
nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
She wailed pitifully as the awl punched through her tender
flesh. And she screamed even
louder as Li Mei inserted the second
ring.
“There,” smirked
Li Mei, “using the rings to lift Jahlen’s breasts, “now they
are just as pretty as mine.”
The whimpering of her victim made her feel wet between her
legs. “Ohh, you naughty
girl,” the villainess purred.
“You are getting me
excited.” She had to take
a deep breath to stop herself from panting like a cat in
heat. Spreading her claws she
raked them slowly between Jahlen’s breasts and then down her belly to
the rounded curve of her abdomen.
The woman she was torturing was
exquisite. What would it be like
to pound a dildo into her the way she had with
Stiletto? That thought had her
salivating, but she managed to swallow and concentrate on what she was
doing. First
things first. She first
had to teach her victim who was boss.
And she still had half a dozen rings left.
She continued to slide her clawed hand down Jahlen’s body, slipping
her fingers under her pants and cupping her mound of Venus and then slipping
one of her slender digits between the quivering lips of the helpless
Eurasian’s womanhood.
“What have you been up to, princess?” Li
Mei, murmured
softly. “It seems that someone
has been down there recently.”
Quickly she knelt and using a small razor sliced through both legs
of Jahlen’s pants from the hem to the
waist. The shredded trousers
joined her shirt on the floor.
Jahlen tightened her jaw. Her
body still hurt where she had been gang raped and the Black Leopard’s
mocking reminder of the event filled her with
rage. She was beaten, her ability
to resist badly weakened, but somewhere she found a reserve of
strength. Somehow she had to
resist this vicious bitch in a cat suit.
A few days ago she had stretched the Black Leopard on the rack. The
petite oriental had screamed like a
banshee. She could be
tamed. And one day she would
be the one to do it again.
“Aaagghh!”
Jahlen’s thoughts of vengeance were interrupted
as Li Mei drove the needle point of the awl through her
labia. The pain as the bruised
flesh was pierced was agonizing.
“Do I have your attention
again, princess?” Li Mei taunted.
“Your mind seemed to be
wandering. It’s not polite
to ignore your mistress.” She
pushed her face close to Jahlen’s; so close that her breath caressed
the taller woman’s face.
“Yes, I said mistress.
You forced me to call you that.
But before I am through it is I who will be given that
title.”
She knelt again, and Jahlen felt another piercing pain as the Black Leopard
lanced the other fold of her vulva.
This time she was prepared for it.
She grunted in pain, but managed to smother her
scream. The Black Leopard, like
her, was encouraged by the screams of her
victims. The more fuss she made
the more likely the oriental villainess was to find new ways to hurt
her.
“What’s the matter?” Li Mei
growled. She didn’t like
it when her victims were silent.
“Cat get your
tongue? Your,
tongue! I was wondering what
I was going to do with the rest of
these.” She held up the
remaining rings. “Since
you don’t seem to feel like talking I might as well make use of
them.” She turned quickly
and strode over to the bench, her hips swiveling
erotically.
Lounging on his divan, Zhuang Zhijian licked his
lips. The Black Leopard was truly
amazing. He watched her sway
across to the “tool bench.”
The sadistic bitch was in her
element. A few hours ago she
had been a broken woman, ready to do anything he asked of her, no matter
how degrading. Now after a few
minutes with Jahlen to herself she had been
revitalized. Her dark eyes were
full of malicious glee and her curvaceous body oozed
sexuality. And then there was
Jahlen. The once proud Inquisitor
had been broken by the power of heroin and the repeated violations of her
body. He wondered what it would
be serviced by both of these deadly women at
once. It would be like being
in a den of tigers. “Or
leopards,” he mused, his eyes flicking back to the Black
Leopard.
It was most enjoyable watching her work.
She was so ruthless and
unprincipled. Completely devoted
to her own pleasures and
self-interest. He saw Jahlen
twist in the chains that held her, her tall, supple body trembling as she
fought to escape. She was incredibly
erotic. His member stirred as
he remembered the sweet touch of her lips on his
organ. He wondered what the Black
Leopard had threatened to cause that
reaction. He licked his lips
again. He was sure that it would
be most entertaining.
Jahlen’s strange eyes were wide with fear as the Black Leopard
returned. “Get away from
me, you bitch,” she gasped.
“Oh,” replied Li Mei, “now I’m a
bitch. I was a kitten
before. I think you have downgraded
me.”
“I’ll kill you for this,” vowed
Jahlen. “You’re on
top now, but one day I’m going to make you wish you have never been
born.”
“This conversation bores me,” answered Li
Mei. “I think I’ll
shut you up.”
“No!”
Jahlen cried, but then her protests turn to incomprehensible
nonsense as Li Mei forced a mettle device between her lips, wedging her mouth
open.
“Say ah,” Li
Mei mocked. Jahlen had no
choice. Her jaws were forced
apart to the point where they were almost
dislocated. She managed only
muffled objections as Li Mei reached into her mouth with a pair of
tongs. Then she screamed as the
tongs bit into her tongue.
“What’s the matter,” Li Mei laughed, “cat got your
tongue?” Jahlen’s only
reply was a muffled scream as her tongue was pulled out of her
mouth.
“My, my,” exclaimed the Black
Leopard. “Your tongue is
so long and pliant. You could
do incredible tricks with that.”
Jahlen whimpered in fear as Li Mei touched the point of the awl to the underside
of her tongue. “Yes,”
Li Mei grinned, “it’s going to
hurt. It’s going to hurt
a lot.”
Jahlen tried to calm herself. The
pain of the rings in her nipples and labia seemed minor compare to the
anticipated agony of the awl piercing her
tongue. She gave a muffled scream
as Li Mei suddenly thrust the awl right
through.
Jahlen’s whole body was trembling from head to foot as she reacted to
the multiple wounds. Tiny as
each injury was, the cumulative effect of having the most sensitive areas
of her body pierced simultaneously was
agonizing. She fought to bring
herself under control. It was
just pain. None of the injuries
was life threatening. She was
a mistress of pain; surely she could control what she was so expert in
creating.
She slowed her breathing and released the tension in her overly taut
muscles. “Relax,” she
thought, “relax. Control
the pain.”
The pain of the awl being twisted in her tongue followed by a hard slap snapped
her back to reality. “No
you don’t, princess,” growled the Black
Leopard. “I want you focused
on what is happening to you.”
“Uuugghh!”
Jahlen’s muffled cry of pain sounded throughout
the room as Li Mei yanked the awl out while clamping onto the tip of her
tongue with the tongs. Blood
spurted from wound and then Jahlen’s strangled scream sounded again
as Li Mei pushed the fifth of her rings through
it.
“Now I just have two
more,” the Black Leopard crowed almost
jubilantly. “And I have
just the place for them.”
Tears of pain and rage came to Jahlen’s eyes as Li Mei pulled out her
lower lip, but she endured the agony of the awl without
screaming. She winced as the
sixth ring was pushed through it.
One more to
go. Where
would the bitch put it?
She got her answer only a few seconds later as Li Mei pierced her
septum. Blood gushed from the
torn tissues of her nose, but Li Mei ignored it, forcing the last ring through
it. “Pretty, very pretty,”
said the Black Leopard stepping back to admire her handy
work. She made no effort to stop
the flow of blood from Jahlen’s numerous
wounds. The flow was especially
heavy from her nostrils where the last gold ring
glinted.
“With any luck,” thought Jahlen, “I’ll lose enough blood
to pass out.” She could
feel herself weakening under the steady loss of her vital fluids, but she
was not to get her wish. The
Black Leopard had other plans.
“Hmm,” the petite villainess mused, “perhaps I should cauterize
those wounds. It wouldn’t
do to have you faint on me.”
She returned to the bench and came back with a maze of electrical
wires.
“Let’s see if I can remember how you used these,” she
said. She pulled one of the wires
loose and snapped the electrical clip onto one of the nipple
rings. “As you said,”
she reminded Jahlen, “these should be good conductors of
electricity.” Jahlen winced
as a second clip was fastened to her other nipple
ring. Then in quick order two
clips were clamped on to her labia rings and those that pierced her nose,
lip and tongue.
“Now let’s see,” she said.
“This dial sets the voltage.
And this one sets the amperage.
I think that is the one that causes real
pain. I see that it is already
set for me. Probably those are
the same settings you used on me.”
She smiled. “Poetic
justice, I think.” She threw
the switch.
Jahlen screamed as the electricity pulsed through her
body. The control mechanism was
set to alternate off and on in order to allow her to shriek as much as she
liked, and she made good use of the
opportunity.
The Black Leopard punished Zhuang’s former inquisitor electrically for
a good two hours. She seemed
fascinated by the control mechanism and experimented with it, changing the
voltage and amperage frequently to see if it made any
difference. Her victim screamed
herself hoarse. Near the end
of her ordeal she could manage only a few feeble
croaks. Fortunately, Li Mei tired
of her game. There was still
one more thing to do.
Li Mei brandished the whip.
“I’m sure you remember this,” she
said. “I certainly
do. Let’s see if I can’t
use it as expertly as you did.”
Ghastly visions of her skin being ripped off flashed through Jahlen’s
mind. But as the first lash landed
she realized that the Black Leopard was as expert with it as she
was. It hurt, leaving a nasty
welt, but it did not break her satin smooth
skin. She was going to be in
for a long session.
Two hours later, Jahlen slumped in her
chains. She was too beaten and
exhausted to even weep. Her body
was crisscrossed with hundreds of precisely placed
weals. The brutal flogging had
stopped only because the Black Leopard had become too tired to swing the
whip anymore. The villainess
was slumped on the floor breathing heavily, a look of deep satisfaction on
her face. Slowly, she got to
her feet and managed to stagger toward the broken woman she had beaten to
the edge of unconsciousness. She
lifted Jahlen’s head.
“Now, she gasped, breathing heavily, “what do you call
me?”
Barely able to
speak. Jahlen
managed to open one eye. In a
voice harsh from screaming, she spoke one
word. “Mistress,” she
said.
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