The Adventures of the Jade
Episode 7 The Black Leopards Triumph
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 Zhuangs 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 Zhuangs 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 Zhuangs 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; Zhuangs 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.
Jahlens 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. Youre late. Youve never been this late before.
Well youre going to have to wait. Youre seeing Zhuang first and then well 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, youll 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. Ill 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 youll be needing them for long.
Jahlen let Chens last remark go unchallenged. She dressed quickly, not caring that she was barefoot. Im ready, she said, her voice shaking. Can I have the fix now?
Chen laughed. Youre 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. Ill 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 Zhuangs 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 Zhuangs 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 Jahlens 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 Leopards 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? Ive 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 Zhuangs 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 Jahlens spine.
The Black Leopard tightened her grip on Jahlens shoulder, her razor edged nails digging into the huddling womans soft flesh. Now you bitch, its 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 Leopards 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 Leopards 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 Meis mouth twisted in a snarl. Your fix, you bitch? Ill 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 its your turn. Youre going to be too busy screaming to worry about your damned fix.
She circled Jahlen, watching the womans 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 Jahlens 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 Jahlens 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 cant 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 Jahlens inspection. The widening of her victims 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 Jahlens bleeding breast. She held up a gold ring about an inch in diameter in front of Jahlens eyes. This should look pretty dont you think, my dear? Pulling the ring apart, she pushed it roughly through the hole she had made in Jahlens areola. The rewarding scream from the former inquisitor brought a smile to Li Meis 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 Zhuangs hands. She had her former nemesis in her hands and was going to exact a cruel revenge. She smiled as she though of what Jahlens magnificent body would look like when she got through with it.
Very nice, she said, admiring the gold ring glittering just below Jahlens 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 Jahlens face and her shriek of agony was most rewarding, as was the erotic arching of her victims 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?
Jahlens 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 dont, 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 Jahlens 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 Jahlens 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 Jahlens 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 Eurasians 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 Jahlens 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 Leopards 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! Jahlens 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. Its not polite to ignore your mistress. She pushed her face close to Jahlens; so close that her breath caressed the taller womans 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.
Whats the matter? Li Mei growled. She didnt 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 dont 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.
Jahlens strange eyes were wide with fear as the Black Leopard returned. Get away from me, you bitch, she gasped.
Oh, replied Li Mei, now Im a bitch. I was a kitten before. I think you have downgraded me.
Ill kill you for this, vowed Jahlen. Youre on top now, but one day Im going to make you wish you have never been born.
This conversation bores me, answered Li Mei. I think Ill 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.
Whats the matter, Li Mei laughed, cat got your tongue? Jahlens 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, its going to hurt. Its 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.
Jahlens 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 dont, princess, growled the Black Leopard. I want you focused on what is happening to you.
Uuugghh! Jahlens 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 Jahlens 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 Jahlens 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 Jahlens numerous wounds. The flow was especially heavy from her nostrils where the last gold ring glinted.
With any luck, thought Jahlen, Ill 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 wouldnt do to have you faint on me. She returned to the bench and came back with a maze of electrical wires.
Lets 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 lets 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 Zhuangs 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. Im sure you remember this, she said. I certainly do. Lets see if I cant use it as expertly as you did.
Ghastly visions of her skin being ripped off flashed through Jahlens 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 Jahlens 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.