The Adventures of the Jade
Episode 7 The Black Leopards 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.
Jalehns eyes focused on the gentle rise and fall of the Black Leopards 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 Meis 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, dont 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 Meis 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 Leopards 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 Meis 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 Leopards head and bent over her. Alright, kitten, she said softly. I wont 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 Meis head.
Jahlen reached out and wiped some of the sweat from Li Meis 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 cant 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 wont 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 wouldnt do. She turned the winch one more graduated click. Li Meis 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 womans mouth. Li Meis cries subsided to muffled shrieks. Jahlen moved her head close to the mouth of her trembling victim. Now kitten, lets start again. Perhaps you could tell me your name. First Im going to slack off the tension a bit. But not as much as last time. Remember, I want your name. If I dont get it I will be very unhappy.
Jahlen let the winch move back two notches. Li Meis muffled cries diminished to low moans. Jahlen took out the bar gag. Your name? she asked.
I cant tell you , Mistress, the Black Leopard gasped.
Yes you can, said Jalehn. You must. If you dont Zhuang will force me to destroy your beautiful body. And we wouldnt 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 cant hurt to do that.
The Black Leopards 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 Leopards name, for whatever good it would do him. He still didnt 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 Meis name. Just as you are very pretty. She paused, and stroked Li Meis 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. Havent I been calling you kitten? You can tell me about them. She moved her hand down to Li Meis belly, stroking her as she would a cat. Tell me. Where are they? I will go to them. They will not be hurt.
Li Meis eyes slowly closed. She answered in a voice so low that only Jahlen could hear it. She muttered an address. Jalehns lips twitched in a half-smile that was instantly suppressed. She turned back to Zhuang. Shes fainted, she said. Youll have to wait until later to get your information. Next time dont 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 doesnt 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.