"They-please-me-exceedingly." He was seated stiffly erect on the back seat of the parked Packard. His tall and muscular body rendered shapely by the flowing silk robes which clothed it. The Mandarin spoke very slowly and precisely, enunciating each word with a kind of sibilant clarity.
Pressed close to him, one on each side, the two tiny slave-girls, Meia and Sweet-Breasted, seemed doll-like in their slim daintiness beside the towering bulk of their master. Their gentle heart-shaped faces showed no emotion other than that of docile calmness, and their slanted sloe-black eyes seemed misty with submissiveness.
Silence reigned in the rear of the automobile for several minutes. The luxurious upholstery and fittings of the interior made a strange setting for the rich and exotically robed mandarin, with his two slaves in their simple tight blue jackets buttoning up to the throat and skin-tight blue trousers sheathing the slim loveliness of their thighs and legs.
The Mandarin was staring straight ahead of him, through the glass partition which closed off the driving compartment, through the windscreen.
A uniformed chauffeur sat motionless behind the wheel with gauntletted hands resting motionless on the rim. Over the man's shoulder the Mandarin was contemplating the gay spectacle which the Quai de Rombaud presented on that hot August afternoon. It was a favourite haunt of the tourists who derived a vicarious thrill of pleasure from finding themselves in close proximity to the sin and vice of the Marseilles waterfront. Seated at the tables beneath huge, gaily striped sunshades, these tourists feasted awed and excited eyes upon the jumble of ancient buildings which framed the Quai on its three landward sides. Credulous imagination ran riot in trying to visualize the terrible scenes of orgy and crime which alledgedly took place nightly behind the walls.
In the back of the Packard the profound silence still reigned. It was if, for all three of the occupants time had ceased to exist. The Mandarin's eyes were now fixed exclusively once more upon a table which had been placed fairly close to the edge of the Quai. The two women and four girls seated at this particular table were chatting and laughing animatedly amongst themselves as their eyes ranged over the smooth bright blueness of the harbour with its clusters of flashing boats and yachts. Their dress and mannerisms, plus the cool paleness of their un-tanned skins, marked the occupants of this table as newly arrived tourists, probably English. The four girls looked attractively fresh and bright in their summer dresses, while the two older women were equally charming in appearance and none the less desire-able for their being more mature.
"You have performed the mission with which I charged you both this morning, my children?" the Mandarin asked suddenly in the same low, precise manner of speech.
"We have Master, To the utmost of our poor abilities," the two slave-girls answered in unison.
"That is well. You delight me, my children. Tell me now all that you have learned. It is my wish that each of you speak in turn,, fully describing as well as you are able the personal charms and dispositions of those felicitious blossoms. Do you begin, Sweet-Breasted, my child."
The girl so addressed turned her small dark head in the direction of the group at the table. "The dark one in the white dress, my master, is Mrs. Christine Fairfax. She is thirty-eight and had been married to Stephen Fairfax, a London Stockbroker, for twenty years. Her's is a proud and imperious nature. Her only weakness is a horror of physical pain in any form. She, like her friends, is staying at the Bordeaux Royal where they arrived from England the night before last."
"Enough, child. Proceed Maie." The Mandarin said without removing his gaze from the distant table and its unsuspecting occupants.
"The fair creature with the milk-and-rose complexion seated beside Mrs. Fairfax is Tanis, her only daughter, master. She is seventeen and entirely unspoiled in mind and body. She is very lively and intelligent and her disposition suggests she has been fashioned by the great One to enjoy the pleasures of the bed."
"Most Excellent, Maie, such words give me the greatest pleasure since my faith in your judgement of such affairs is implicit. Now, Sweet-Breasted."
"She, whom you see seated next to Tanis Fairfax, with the shoulder-length red hair is Mrs. Valerie Balmaine, master. She is Mrs. Fairfax's older sister. She is thirty-nine and had been married twenty-two years to Colin Balmaine, the ship-owner. She is very refined and of an artistic temperament. The modesty and gentility which she outwardly displays at all times would seem, in the humble opinion of your worthy slave, to conceal an ardent nature which she sometimes finds difficult to control.
Her relationship with her honoured husband is not completely a happy one."
"Honourable ancestors would seem to be devising a most providential set of circumstances," the Mandarin murmured approvingly. Proceed a-gain, Maie.
"The daughter, Darlene, master. She is nineteen and, in form, she is the most beautiful of them all. She is very shy and serious. Whether or not, in sharing the same colour hair as her mother, she likewise possesses a natural capacity for sensual feeling I have not been able to ascertain. My judgement is greatly inferior to your own master, and only you can elucidate the truth by your great wisdom....when the time comes."
"Yes." The Mandarin barely nodded. "Do continue, Sweet-Breasted."
"Next in position, master, and also in age to Miss Darlene is her sister Corise. She is sixteen. Her hair, as your revered eyes have noted, is lighter than her mother's and sister's. She is very sensitive, cries readily, and is unable to sustain pain of any description. She is absolutely virgin in flesh but gifted with great curiosity in all matters pertaining to sexual enjoyment. Almost certainly she has learned for herself, by instinct alone, the sweet enjoyments a girl can procure with her fingers."
"Intriguing and interesting." the Mandarin said gently, his eyes riveted on the group betrayed none of his inner feelings. "And finally, Maie?"
"Lastly, master, comes she who must be the most tender bud in all that field of loveliness. Miss Arlene Balmaine is barely fourteen, yet already her slender person shows rich promise of exceptional beauty. The delicate bronze shade of her hair bears a surprising similarity to her exquisite colouring of her breast- buds. The hair which shades her girl-flesh is of exactly the same hue though it is not strictly true to call it hair. Her nascent growth is like a fine and silky down. It enhances every detail of her secret parts without obscuring, anything of the little cleft. It was my blessed fortune to have the opportunity of seeing Arlene in her bath at noon. Her buttocks are very big and are springy without being flabby. The application of your instruments to such delightful flesh may provide exceptional pleasure, as should the virginal tightness of her female opening, should you deign to use her in that fashion. On her nature, I can only tell you that she is very modest, timid and sweet tempered."
The Mandarin said nothing, and a strange silence descended. "Tell me of their plans, Sweet-Breast," he said at last.
"They stay at the Bordeaux Royal for ten days, my master. The men join them in a week's time and three days later the party commences a tour overland to Paris. Tomorrow night they attend the ball which is being given by the English Ambassador. Because of this they will retire early this evening. At any moment, Miss Darlene will make a surprise call on a young woman in the Rue Pellise, (alone) where she plans to take tea before returning to the hotel in the evening."
"Happy opportunity," said the Mandarin. "We shall relieve the charming Darlene from the fatigue of walking as far as the Rue Pellise."
At this moment, Darlene rose from the table. Her supple movements caused the Mandarin's eye to brighten imperceptably as they flickered appraisingly over the lithe body clad only in a crisp white blouse and dark blue shorts. Her breasts pouted gently under the bloused and the tapering sweep of her bare thighs and legs were an exquisite study. Leaning over to exchage final remarks with her companions, the Mandarin saw how the neat shorts hugged the taut hemispheres of her firm bottom. Her movements, as she strode away with a wave of her arm, were sheer poetry.
The Mandarin sat noting that the girl headed towards a narrow road which led to the city. He leaned forwards and picked up the microphone. "Maie and Sweet- Breasts leave us now, Yang. When they are from the car drive slowly round the Quai and then follow my directions as I instruct you en route."
The Mandarin hooked back the microphone after the chauffeur had acknowledged him and, laying a hand on each girl's knee he said, "Follow Miss Darlene at once, my children. You have the opiate ready?"
"We have, master," the girls chorused in respectful unison.
"Then. Halfway up the road she had taken is a narrow alley. As she approaches you will walk up on her, one on each side. You will administer the opiate, but be reay to support her as she becomes unconscious. It must not appear to a passer by, if any, that there is anything amiss. Take her through the alley and at the end you will find the car waiting for you."
"Very good, Master," they murmured as they prepared to leave in pursuit of the unsuspecting Darlene Balmaine.
Some minutes later, the Packard slid silently from the alley in which it had been parked and cruised round the square of the quai. They were hardly observed by Mrs. Christine Fairfax and company as the car passed their table. Little did they know that they were within a few feet of the ruthless power which was soon to alter all their lives in a dramatic and unpleasant fashion.
Half an hour later found the Packard speeding along the coast road with Marseilles far behind. In the rear of the car, the almost nude and unconscious form of Darlene Balmaine lay stretched across the laps of Maie, and Mandarin, and Sweet-Breasted. At the bequest of their master, the two girls were expertly stripping the body of Darlene. He watched with bright and alert eyes every movement of their skillfull fingers.
Both girls were well versed in the sexual predilictions of the Mandarin who prided himself in being able to enjoy, with professionalism, the pleasures which the girl's helpless body could afford his perverted senses. The essence of sensual pleasure was the anticipation, the preliminaries of stripping, the caressing and exploring in a leisurely fashion, keyed the senses to an exquisite degree of awareness. These were indipensable to thorough enjoyment.
For the moment he was content to sit erect, his hands concealed in the silk folds of his sleeves while his two slaves husked the sleek beauty of Darlene for his visual enjoyment. Already the rounded loveliness of her breasts were exposed and very slowly, an inch at a time, Sweet-Breasted was pulling down the blue shorts. The belly was flat and firm, flawless in its perfect whiteness. The navel appeared, small and deep. The Mandarin's eyes gained a hungry expression as slowly came into view a thin sliver of glinting coppery-hued hair. It streaked the marble whiteness with its furriness above the tops of the shorts. Still slow and deliberate, Sweet-Breated drew the shorts lower and lower until they slid over the gentle curve of the slim hips and fully exposed the luxuriant growth of red hairs which grew in silky curls upon the plumpness of the vulva. The thick fleece stood out in sharp relief against the milky smoothness of the upper thighs and the curve of the belly.
The Mandarin drew a sharp breath. His eyes glowed with the fervour of his mounting lust.
"Open her thighs, and test her very gently with your finger," he ordered.
Neither girls showed surprise or embarrassment nor the slightest hint of aversion at these orders. Sweet-Breated pulled the shorts free of the limp limbs then pulling one leg aside and resting it on the floor, she approached the chevron of coppery red hair with her index finger rigidly poised. The thin, pink groove of Darlene's cunt was just discernable through its veil of hair.
The Mandarin's eyes darkened with lust as he watched the slave-girl's deft and unerring finger pierce the clustered curls and seek the soft moist opening of the English girl's vagina.
"Insert the finger, full length, in the manner I have taught you, my child, so that the membrane remains undamaged-assuming that the barrier has not broken under a lover's penetration.
The Chinese girl nodded submissively and her face was a study of concentration as her slim wrist rotated slowly as she moved her embedded finger in its fleshy prison. An excited smile appeared as she looked up and said: "She is pure. Perfectly intact, my master. She is like my sister and I when we first had the privilege of suffering at the strength of your divine manhood."
"Excellent, my child. Withdraw from her so that I may mine her myself in the same manner."
The humid feminine odour of Darlene's genitals was more pronounced after Sweet- Breasted had carefully removed her finger from the tightly clasping flesh.
The Mandarin's elegant hands appeared from the fold of his robes. Each finger sported a nail of almost an inch long, the paleness of which resembled the long talons of an obscure beast of prey. Both girls watched with respectful interest as the man's fingers spread over the plump mound, the heel pressing hard on the vulva, while the fingers laced themselves in long lines down into the hollow of the crotch. The tip of his middle finger found the puckered ring of the anus and explored it.
"Her back passage is unusually small, but the muscles are supple. Enjoyment of her in that place should be easy and highly pleasurable when the opening has been stretched for the first time," the Mandarin observed as though he were thinking aloud.
The sinewy fingers writhed like snakes between the limply spread thighs as he covered her crotch with long exploratory caresses which expertly assessed every detail and each distinctive feature of the English girl's genitals. His middle finger stroked up from her anus and combed its way through the silky tendrils of hair which clothed her tight cleft. After spreading the soft lips well apart with his thumb and second finger he used the tip of the first finger to rub the stubby pink of the girl's sensitive clitoris. A slight shiver shook the length of the girl's unconscious body and the cruelly sharp fingernail rasped over the fleshy stalk like a saw toothed knife.
The two girls were instantly alert as they noticed this warning tremor, but the Mandarin only smiled. "As is often the case, sexual stimulant provides the means of bringing about a recovery from the effects of the opiate."
"Would you have me strap her wrists together above her head, master?" Maie enquired.
"I think ... yes it would be best. Embarrassment at finding herself undressed before me and fear of my unfamiliar face and vestments will no doubt inspire the dainty English flower with much strength at first. Like the deer trapped in the nets of the hunter, she will fight vigourously to escape."
Sweet-Breasted nodded obediently as her sister drew from the pocket of her coat a long leather strap which she bound tightly round Darlene's up-stretched wrists. With her arms dragged back in this position, the soft downy hollows of the armpits were exposed in their dimpled tenderness and her young breasts seemed to rise in greater prominence so that the small red nipples stood out like small spikes upon their glossy crests.
The Mandarin's agile fingers were manipulating her genitals with increased violence now. The flexible ridges of the cunt lips were squeezed together for an instant and then pried wide apart so that the pad of the finger could stroke the delicate stalk of the clitoris. The long sharp nails raked gently over the delicate folds of the girl's under-parts, piercing the thick fleece and scraping thin red lines all over hidden areas of tender flesh. Darlene moaned again and her eyes flickered open. The Mandarin ceased his sadistic manipulations of his victim's genitals and his eyes became mere slits as he awaited the inevitable reactions to Darlene's first realisation of her situation. The two slave-girls were alert and ready to throw themselves on the English girl, if necessary, to protect their master's revered person from violence or assault. Darlene, blinking rapidly, stared up at the roof of the car. Then she turned her head towards the Mandarin. For an instant, nothing pierced her semi-conscious mind, then terror and bewilderment dawned in her eyes as the awareness percolated her mind. Her eyes wide with fear, she stared at the full round face with its narrow slanting eyes which regarded her intently. A piercing shriek burst from her lips and she tried to sit erect. But she was unable to move her arms. She shrieked again and tried to roll over sideways but Sweet-Breasted was clamping little hands strongly on her rounded knees keeping the legs wide apart and forcing her to immobility.
Darlene was screaming hysterically as she became conscious of her stark naked body, her gleaming loveliness, surveyed by the leering, dark, cruel eyes of the Chinaman. Shame and terror almost demented her when she realized that her arms were strapped tightly above her head, and that she was unable to move her legs from the strong grip in which they were held. Screaming and crying, she threshed her torso and her hips up and down in a mad frenzy, striving blindltloose.
There was a nightmarish quality of sheer unreality about the whole thing which rendered it even more terrifying.
The Mandarin sat quite motionless for several minutes, surveying the girl's frenzied and futile attempt to free her nakedness, with a sardonic expression of pleasurable amusement. The two little slave-girls exhibited the same calmness. They all enjoyed the little scene, neither of them showed pity for the terrified creature laying across their laps who sobbed and squirmed impotently in her nude helplessness. It was almost as if they shared their master's sadistic pleasure in witnessing such a pleasure and no feelings of kinship, based upon sameness of sex, intervened in their tranquil enjoyment.
"Enough, my tender little slave. You have had ample time in which to demonstrate your understandable emotions," said the Mandarin at last.
Darlene gave no sign of having heard his words. She still writhed and twisted in her helplessness. She sobbed and screamed at the top of her voice the whole time. Calmly and so deliberately the Mandarin swept his long talons outwards across the length of her body, staring at the smooth belly as he pressed the curved sharp points into the soft whiteness. Five vivid red furrows appeared over the heaving diaphragm and up the soft valley between the white hillocks of her breasts. And from the other hand, five scarlet streaks ran over the curve of her warm belly, into the silky-haired hollow of her loins then right along the inside of her quivering thigh which was trapped on their laps.
Darlene screamed more frantically as she felt the hot blistering pain of the sharp nails raking and tearing along her bare flesh.
"AIEEEEEEEE-E-EEE-AAAAAH!"
"I order you to be quiet, instantly, little slave," the Mandarin hissed menacingly.
Once more, both his long hands were poised threateningly above her belly as if prepared to streak stingingly once more over the softness of her white flesh.
Darlene froze into rigidity. Dry sobs burst from her as she struggled to control her terror as she stared up the looming face of the chinaman with fear-glazed eyes.
"That's better, little slave," he said.
"Wh ... Who ... are you?" she whispered tremulously.
"PI ... please ... I ... let me ... have . ... m ... m ... my ... c ... clothes."
The Mandarin chuckled softly: "Eternal and illogical woman! No fear can be so consuming as to blot out completely the thoughts of such modesty."
As though his mocking words had reminded her of her complete state of nudity, Darlene blushed scarlet and uttered a low moan. She closed her eyes and lay there shuddering from head to foot, already resigned to the horrible reality of her helplessness and her ruthlessly exposed charms. "L ... let ... me ... g ... go ... p ... plesae, pi ... please let me ... go," she whispered pleadingly, her eyes tightly shut.
"Not yet awhile, little slave." The Mandarin's hot eyes were studying the vivid scarlet patterns which his sharp fingernails had ripped along the glossy whiteness of his victim's body. She was trembling violently and biting hard on her lower lip as she endured the vicious stinging pain of the livid weals.
The feeling of living through a terrible nightmare increased for the terror stricken girl during the next hour. She pleaded vainly with the coldly smiling Mandarin to release her, to tell her where she was, where he was taking her, and what he intended to do with her. But he maintained the same enigmatic silence the whole time and refused to allow her even the small comfort of being assured that her mothers, sisters, aunt, and cousin were safe and unharmed in any way.
She fared no better with the two little Chinese girls. The gently smiling silence they maintained in the face of her frantic supplications convinced Darlene that they couldn't understand what she was saying. But her despair and apprehension increased as she realized that neither of the two girls showed concern or sympathy for her in her humiliation. And all the time she was trying to understand what had happened to her she was enduring dreadful agonies of mind. She felt degraded and outraged beyond endurance by the supreme embarrassing ordeal of having to lie there with every intimate detail of her youthful loveliness exposed to the eyes of her three captors.
The Mandarin showed no further inclination to touch her but there was something hideous and unnerving in the way his glittering eyes were continually sweeping back and forth along the length of her supine nakedness, whilst all the time he remained utterly silent. She moaned because of the hot throbbing pain of the lacerations which streaked her white flesh, and she was in constant dread of being subjected to the same anguish at any moment. Already, whatever the personal identity of the Mandarin might be, she had no delusions about her being in the power of a ruthless and diabolically cruel nature. Small wonder that she sweated freely with fear and offered silent but fervent prayer that she would be rescued quickly from the hands of her abductors by some miracle.
She had lost all track of time. It seemed like less than an hour since she had waved to her companions on the Quai de Rombaud as she left them. Walking gaily up the cobbled street to the center of the city and the house where she had hoped to surprise an old school-friend, she had not been aware of anyone following her. She could remember the slight surprise when two bodies rushed past her, one on each side. She certainly had no time to notice a girl's arm covered in dark blue cloth move towards her face. She vaguely remembered that suddenly everything had seemed to begin to dissolve into a sweet enveloping blackness. Laying there with her eyes tightly closed, she heard the Mandarin murmuring something to the two slave-girls. She strained her ears to hear what the words were but she did not succeed. She only knew that it kindled anew her hysterical fear and she lay there motionless as if paralyzed by her terror.
"Yes ... unstrap her wrists ... she can't walk with her arms erect like that, my child. Leave her arms free until we leave the car and then strap them behind her again. She must be securely blindfolded before we leave the car, remember that."
A few minutes later the car slid to a stop and Darlene sobbed with apprehension as she felt herself being lifted through the open door. Because of the silk scarf knotted about her face she could see nothing of her whereabouts but the clean gusty saltiness of the wind hissing against her nude body, and the sound of the surf told her that they were close to the Mediterranean. Warm fingers gripped her arms and forced them behind her back. She was too weak with terror and physical exhaustion to make any attempt at resistance. She stood there dumbly whilst her arms were fastened tightly behind her, and when a sharp prod in the back urged her forward she stumbled forward obediently and her feet sank ankle deep into soft sand. Only by a succession of varied physical sensations could she gain any idea of what was happening to her for the next twenty minutes. Not so much as a whisper of conversation took place between the three people who accompanied her and she suddenly had a strange feeling of being entirely alone, although her reason told her that this could not beso.
After a seemingly interminable period of sitting on a cushioned bench which swayed and rolled gently under her buttocks, she was lifted bodily and swung across the hard curve of a muscular shoulder. She soon felt herself rising in short jerks, and she was almost deafened by the roar of the sea beating against the steel vessel. The rhythmic movements ceased and she felt herself carried for some distance. Her limp nakedness flopped about helplessly as she was borne down a short steep flight of steps and along another stretch of flat ground. She heard a door creak and was then flung onto a large expanse of bed.
Footsteps padded away from her, a door closed with a metallic thud, and then she knew she was really alone. The thought brought no comfort nor hope. She began to cry, acutely aware of her bound arms; she stared vainly into the blackness of the hood which covered her face.
CHAPTER TWO
There were five of them in the cabin. Drape-jacketed and wearing garish handpainted neckties. Their hair was smarmed down giving the appearance of dark shiny helmets. They were Chinese and all were young, the oldest no more than twenty. They were grouped around a large polished desk, on that opposite side of which was the majestic, commanding figure of the Mandarin. He sat perfectly erect and the eyes of all were riveted upon him in respectful attention as he spoke.
"You have your instructions and I am satisfied that each of you understands his part perfectly. Above all, I hope I have impressed upon you that under no circumstances must you interfere with the bodies of these girls and women. You will respect their persons as though they were those of your mothers and sisters." He paused and looked quickly at the clock set into the white enamelled paneling of the bulkhead. "You leave the ship in four minutes time. Unless there are any further questions, you may leave now and go to your stations."
The five youths bowed steeply from the waist and filed from the room. The Mandarin watched them depart with a smile of satisfaction on his thin lips and relaxed in his chair. He reached out and pressed a button on his desk, and almost instantly the cabin door opened.
Maie and Sweet-Breasted entered, moving soundlessly on bare feet. They were still clad in their blue trousers and high-buttoned blue coats.
At his beckoning command, the two slave girls advanced toward the Mandarin's throne-like chair, and bowed before him in tmble bowed before him in humble deference.
His eyes were black and glistening like hot-asphalt squeezed from a crevice, as he spoke: "Heed well that which I am about to speak of to you both. This night it is my intention to ravish and penetrate the ripe and beautiful English blossom. You, my doves, shall prepare her for this en-ravishment in accordance with desires I so set forth."
"First, you are to lave her body in bath-water that has been mulled with jasmine and sandalwood. Then, her slender reed like body; as well as the seven orifices are to be delicately massaged and anointed with almond and sesame oils. The buds of her breast are to be swabbed with orange honey, lightly dusted over with poppy powder."
There was an expression of pure animal lust on his face as he spoke, and his eyes continued to flame like two searing black ingots.
He hesitated before continuing on and then directed his next words to Maiea. "Tell me Maiea, why so contemplative . ... and why so taut your jaws. Silence. "And you Sweet Breasted, . ... I observe the moisture that has formed on your upper lips ... the burning flush of your cheeks. Ah, can it be that you both are envisioning the exquisite ecstasy of this night's coming performance?" Silence. "I bid you speak first, Maiea."
"Oh yes, yes, my master ... I cannot but help envision this ecstatic delight that is to come, ... such as your magnificent and majestic prick that is to enter the English one's abyss. Her eyes flamed hot, and her body trembled noticeably as she spoke the words.
"And now you, my sweet breasted dove, ... have you nothing further to add to Maiea's words, ... I bid you speak."
"Indeed, most Venerable one ... I too, am in accord with Maie's thinking. For most certainly once the English-blossom has experienced the sensation and thrust of your long, thick, and amply proportioned prick within her vagina, she will desire no other man for as long as she lives."
The Mandarin emitted a hoarse throaty laugh. "Well said, my little doves, well said, ... and, as a reward for your outspoken truisms I shall allow you both the joyous privilege of observing this evening's performance.
"Let us now return to the subject of "preparation": "One half hour before she is brought to my chamber you are to make her drink a goblet of poppy mead mulled with pepper corn, and tabur root. This aphrodisiac will render her pliable and non-resistant to all things I shall desire of her, and though she will remain in a state of passive non-resistance for approximately two hours, the potion will incite her blood to the boiling point, and insense her loins to flaming need.
"Take care, and tend well my biddings. I shall expect the white flower's presence in my chambers at the stroke of nine.
Each of the slave girls bowed her head upon folded hands in humble obesiance.
"And now, come here, my children." ordered the Mandarin. He pushed back the chair from his desk and sat sideways. There was utter submissiveness in every line of their slender bodies as well as in the docile expression on their delicately pretty faces. They stood motionless awaiting his next command. He reached out and drew Maie's slender form onto his lap and his sinewy fingers began to caress the tender swelling of her breasts which were just barely discernable under the blue coat. He glanced up at Sweet-Breasted, his dark eyes already glittering with rising lust. "Unbutton her coat and take it off for me."
Both slave-girls exhibited sharp excitement, unspoiled by any display of prudish embarrassment, as Maie's coat was removed by the obediant Sweet-Breasted. Her torso was exquisite, almost doll-like in its tender proportions and her smooth skin shone golden in the subdued lighting of the cabin. In contrast with the golden smoothness of her skin, her hair was black as night and plaited into two long ropes which hung low down the gleaming marble of her dimpled back. Her breasts were quite small but deliciously rounded, their tips a soft ball.
"You can excite her so quickly to the degree of heat and wetness which gives me the keenest pleasure." the Mandarin ordered.
Still quivering voluptuously under his caresses, Maie did as she was bidden. Without looking round she stretched out her hand and slid it along the polished flesh of her sister's thigh. Sweet-Breasted sighed and leaned back supporting her body on taut arms. She trembled with delight as the other girl's questing hand slid along the inside of her thigh and imparted the electrifying caress to the already throbbing lips of her cunt. With a gesture of luxurious enjoyment, she edged forward slightly, pressing the tingling flesh of her cunt-opening, welcoming the searching fingertips which were now gently inserting themselves into the narrow aperture. Maie's eyes melted langurously and she breathed more quickly under the stimulous of her master's savage fondling of her breats, and the delicious sensation of feeling her own fingers toying shamelessly with her sister's genitals.
This was one of the Mandarin's favourite forms of enjoyment and he had practiced it countless times with the two girls. But it soom became apparent, for no obvious reason, he was getting less pleasure than usual from the performances of these rites. Neither girl was to blame for this as they were both unreservedly surrendering to the pleasure, enjoying and being enjoyed to a muted chorus of tiny gasps and quickened breathing. Maie's pink nipples tingled exquisitely and the delving fingers three of which were now engulfed in her sister's soft, wet cunt, trembled spasmodically under the violent stimulus of the Mandarin's fondlings.
Sweet-Breasted was leaning right back as she perched on the very edge of the desk, the arms with which she propped herself up, quivered with the mounting tension of her excitement and ecstasy as she felt Maie's skillful fingers churning and rotating in the dilated pulpiness of her vagina. Her clitoris was fiercely stiff, the pink stalk poking out from between the cunt-lips, a frail little finger of pink flesh which pulsated passion. With a sudden movement the Mandarin thrust Maie from his lap. The girl's fingers slid free from her sister's distended orifice as she was forced to stand erect. And so their mutual ecstasy was abruptly terminated. Such was their absolute subservience to the whims and caprices of their master that neither girl betrayed the slightest sign of the emotional agony of frustration which tormented them. Only the deep flush on their pretty faces and the sensuous heaviness in their eyes betrayed them.
CHAPTER THREE
At the hour of nine, the Mandarin summoned the two slave girls.
"Has the English girl been tended to?" he queried curtly.
"She has, master," they murmured together.
"Then bring her to me. Go fetch her at once."
They paused for an instant as they asked: "Do you wish us to go as we are, or shall we dress first, master?"
"Go exactly as you are. Seeing you both half naked may serve to remind the tender little flower that my power over the three of you is absolute. Still better if the sight of you shocks her virgin modesty. Go, hurry."
They bowed quickly and then hurried from the cabin. On leaving they presented an enchanting study in contrasts with Maie's smooth golden back bare and lissome above the waistband of her blue coolie pants, and Sweet-Breasted taut young buttocks and long sleek legs undulating sensuously beneath the edge of her blue coat.
When they returned some five minutes later they were dragging the naked struggling Darlene between them. She screamed and kicked with the furious strength born of despair and desperation. She was hauled across the cabin and held tightly by the arms in front of the Mandarin. She was suddenly silent, and stared with shocked and horrified eyes across the desk. It was as though the spectacle which met her gaze had stunned her.
The Mandarin was no longer clothed in his flowing silken robes. He was quite naked, and lounged back in his chair in such a way that the petrified young creature was presented with an unobscured view of the whole of his body. His torso was massive with muscle, and a thick matting of black hair covered his chest. It tapered downwards until it became a mere wisp of darkness on the hard olive-hued belly, then flared outwards once more into thick luxuriance which wreathed his stiff penis and pendant balls.
The sight of the erect phallus, a tall and tapering pillar of blood-charged gristle brought a look of sick fascination to Darlene's face and it was all too plain to the most casual observer that she was looking at the male instrument for the first time in her life.
As they stood holding the trembling girl tightly by the arms, both Maie and Sweet-Breasted could hardly suppress little smiles of wanton amusement, as they covertly studied the girl's shocked pallid face with sideling glances.
Breathing heavily and still staring in mute horror at the nude mass which was a great muscular body, Darlene looked a lovely statue as she stood posed between the two half nude slave-girls. Her firm breasts rose and fell in tumultuous agitation and the fiery red of the blossoming cunt hairs stirred with the rapid heavings of her white belly. Some instinct, as old as time itself, caused her to press one knee against the other as her stricken, shamefaced eyes continued to gaze, as if mesmerized at the rigidly swollen shape of the man's prick. It was as if she was already seeking to defend her virginal parts from the threat of that bloated member.
The Mandarin's long drooping moustaches stirred slightly as he parted his lips. His dark eyes smouldered lustfully as they studied Darlene's nude form which was defenseless, and beautiful.
"You may release the little slave's arms now, my children. Since the door is securely locked she cannot escape from me. Don't seize her again unless I command you to do so." The Mandarin's voice, as he spoke, was deceptively soft and purring.
Maie and her sister obediently released Darlene's arms and stepped back from her slightly. As soon as her arms were free, the English girl seemed to rouse herself from the spell of the man's lewdly exposed flesh. With a sob of horror and shame, she pressed both hands to her face to blot out the obscene spectacle. Her trembling nakedness was racked by convulsive sobs. A moment later, as if only just assimilating the words of the Mandarin, she jerked her hands from her face and spoke in a shaking voice, her eyes tightly shut to blot out the firghtening and revolting vision of the rampant prick.
"Y-you ... ca-called mm-me a-a-a s-sl-slave," she panted indignant and apprehensive simultaneously.
"Such is your station in life now-and for a little time to come, my child," the Mandarin said placidly. She cringed as if he were about to strike her.
"Oh NO! ... You're mad ... you're insane!" she shrieked. "Let me go at once ... d'you hear? ... Let me leave here immediately!"
The Mandarin rose from his chair with a swiftness which was amazing in a man his age and bulk. Before Darlene realized what was happening he had come from behind the desk and seized her disheveled hair in a great fist. She shrieked fiercely as he hurled her to the carpeted floor and stood over her writhing body with his right hand raised high above his body, the fingers grasping the hilt of a viciously slim quirt.
WEEEESSSSHHHH!!!.........CRACK!!
CRA ... ACK!!
"OOH ... No ... stop it ... AAAIHHH!!"
Demented with the excruciating pain in her tender flesh, the girl writhed and squirmed madly over the floor, modesty forgotten, as her gleaming limbs thrashed in all directions. The two cuts of the quirt had streaked across her loins so that from hip to hip, just above the horizontal line of her pubic growth, the lustrous skin was streaked with two scarlet tracks.
WHHHEE E SHHH ... C R A ACK ... WHE-EESSHHH ... CRACK.
Frantic with pain she rolled screaming onto her belly so that the next two cuts hissed stingingly onto her vulnerable buttocks. Her shapely bottom reared violently into the air, her back hollowing in a long curve as she lifted her hips and her shoulders remained on the floor. For a fraction of a second the twin pillars of her thighs were braced upright in the tautness of her anguish. Again and again the quirt hissed through the air and cracked.
She howled and gibbered in fresh agony as she felt its burning fury flashing in white hot streaks across the back of her sensitive thighs. Her white body flexed in tremendous muscular spasms, and she twisted onto her back again exhibiting the glowing red lines etched across the base of her heaving belly. Her quivering thighs were flung wide apart exposing the fleshy pink cleft nestling under its curly growth of coppery-red hairs. She shrieked and sobbed twisting violently from side to side as she sought relief for her lacerated skin by rubbing her thighs and buttocks against the carpet. Her hands flew instinctively to protect her bare breasts as if some divine intuition had told her that they were the Mandarin's next target.
WWWEEEHHH. CRAAAACK!!!
The scalding pain sliced across the backs of her hands which were cupped protectively over the firm breasts and Darlene's piercing screams rose in a fresh crescendo of sound. Shimmering with tears in her anguished and terrified eyes she stared up at the towering yellow mass of the man's naked torso. The quivering moustache lent an added hideousness and menace to the malevolent smile on his lips and his eyes seem to burn right through her flesh as they gloated upon her torment.
As if the searing kisses of the quirt's tough leather scorching across their backs had released hidden springs, her hands flew outwards from her body. Her firm breasts were fully exposed in the heaving red-tipped loveliness. Then, even as she squirmed and writhed with the accumulated pain burning the flesh in various parts of her body she realized her mistake in leaving her lovely breasts unprotected. She saw the quirt whistling down on her but had no time to roll out of its way.
WWWEEESSSHHH ... CRAACCK!
Her whole body seemed to explode into screaming agony as the thin savagely biting leather seemed to split them open with the keen swiftness of a surgeon's scalpel. Her nipples felt as though they were swelling and bursting like ripe seed pods. Pain goaded her to the brink of insanity at that point. Dazed and completely shattered by the imaginabe fury of her torment, she scarcely knew where she was or what she was doing. Hands clapped to her throbbing breasts, she rolled over and over several times across the carpet, howling insanely the whole time, whilst the Mandarin came after her on his bare feet like an enormous beast of prey stalking its victim. The quirt was raised in readiness to strike again but it seemed that at the moment he was content merely to enjoy the English girl's frightful agony without adding to it. Apart from this, his diabolical skill and ingenuity in torturing young girls was such as to enable him to guess accurately how close Darlene was to breaking point. Her sensitive flesh could sustain little more, if any, torment without the risk of very serious harm to her sanity.
It was almost ten minutes before she was lying comparatively still at his feet, huddled into a tight ball, knees drawn up to her chin so that the milky-white hemispheres of her buttocks were drawn absolutely taut, she whimpered and moaned with the slow burning pain which gnawed at her thighs, buttocks, belly, and most violently of all, at her throbbing breasts.
He pressed her sharply on the buttocks with his bare toes: "No humble slave girl such as yourself my child, no matter how pretty she is, is permitted to address a personage of my rank as you did just now," he hissed threateningly.
Darlene's sobs grew louder in renewed hysteria.
"Ddd ... don't ... h-hurt mm-ee any mm-more. Don't ... d-d-dooo it," she whimpered piteously between moans of suffering.
"Am I to take it then, little slave, that you recognise fully your criminal discourtesy towards my esteemed person, and repent of it?" he asked softly.
"Yes ... Yes ... Oh, yes! I'm s-s-sorry ... I-I'm v-very s-sorry. I-I didn't m- mean to in-insult you," she wailed frantically.
"You have pleased me, little slave, but words are not sufficient by themselves in this case. You will now prove to me, in the manner I command, that not only do you wish to be forgiven for your unmannerly behavior, but also are eager to convince me that henceforth you will accept without reservation that I am your rightful lord and master. Do you accept, little slave?"
"Yes, yes, anything. Anything," she almost screamed, desperately ready to buy protection from his brutality at any price. Nothing could be harder to endure, she thought than the biting throbbing pangs and twinges of white hot pain which consumed so much of her delicate body. In her abject innocence, Darlene Belmaine could not anticipate the lewd and humiliating forms which her act of penitence might assume.
Fondling the quirt with his powerful hands, his eyes slitted and bright in the ivory-yellow face, the Mandarin stood staring down at the weeping girl for a moment. His eyes flick red briefly to the rearing penis and his smile was utterly lasvicious as well as anticipatory. Her humble expression of readiness to do whatever he willed gave him cruel pleasure which incited him to extract the very utmost in sadistic satisfaction from the situation.
"I have already satisfied myself that you are a virgin, little slave," he murmured. "Possibly, almost certainly I should think, I am the first naked man you have ever beheld. Is that so?"
"She hesitated for a moment, sobbing with pain as well as shame. "Yes," she mubled at last.
"I would strongly advise you to remember to pay the respect of addressing me as "master" at all times in the future, little slave," he hissed. She shuddered at the menace in the voice, and her terror was again renewed.
"Answer me again little slave, properly."
Gulping back her tears, her smarting hands still massaging her lacerated and swollen breasts with their nipples stingling savagely, she obeyed.
"Y-Y-Yes ... M-M-master." she faltered.
"And my observations lead me to believe that the sight of my excited member arouses considerable horror, and not a little revulsion in you. Is this so little slave?"
"I ... I ... Oh! ... y-yes ... in a w-way, m-master." she admitted.
The Mandarin smiled suavely, the drooping moustache trembled with the creasing movements of his high boned cheeks. "You are blessed with wisdom in that you do not lie to me. I should have known should you have lied and would have whipped you again for your impertinence in attempting to deceive me...."
"No-No-not again ... Not the whip, ... please ... Have pity on me, please!" the helpless girl shrieked, driven to a frenzy of terror by the mere mention of the word.
"Be at peace, little slave. My whip shall not caress your lovely body again unless some act of disobedience or disrespect on your part demands it." he told her smiling evilly. "Since you confess that my emblem of male dominance and virility affects you as I had guessed, then we must do something to put matters right. It is an unnatural attitude, yours, my dear. You have not got the right attitude of mind. It is as much for the young and healthy girl, as it is for the experienced matron, to regard the male member as an object of immense power. An idol to be worshipped and held in the greatest veneration. It is not a well- known saying of your people...."killing two birds with one stone', eh?"
"Y-yes it is, m-master."
"So. You will now perform a little act which will do very perfectly the 'killing of two birds with one stone' since you will begin to learn the real respect that every woman should feel for the man's member and you will ALSO assure me of your absolute submission to my purpose and desires ... in all things. Little slave, I command you to kneel before me and take the full length of my noble fullness into your mouth."
A violent shudder went through Darlene's body as she lay huddled on the floor and she seemed to recoil as if in some tremendous shock of horror. Sobbing and panting, she scrambled onto her hands and knees, turned to him and clasped her hands about his bare legs so that the full springy cushions of her breasts pushed against his bare flesh regardless of the pain she suffered from the contact. But she cried out: "Oh no, master. How can you ask such a wicked thing of me ... Not that ... spare me!"
As she sobbed out the anguished words his pendant balls were gently brushed by the dishevelled red hair crowning her head as it pressed in supplication between his knees.
"Very well, little slave. Your rebellious flesh must sting to the caresses of my whip again and this time I shall use it between your legs. You will bleed profusely after the first cut and at the end of your punishment you will have so many gashes between your tender white English thighs that it will be difficult, if not impossible, for a man to know which is the natural slit intended to receive his prick." The effects of this diabotical effect were truly electrical. Darlene clung more tenaciously than ever to the twin pillars of his hairy legs, screaming and sobbing as if demented.
"No ... No .!" she shrieked. "Please ... No.!"
"Do as I command little slave. You have ten seconds in which to show obedience, or else....."
Her shuddering body straightened with a jerk. Her ashen tear-stained face was a study in wild terror, horror and revulsion, as well as pain. She gulped several times and her throat worked convulsively as her shamed eyes stared at the quivering stiffness of his member.
He looked down watching her intently and pitilessly and the expression on his cruel face turned her blood cold. With an anguished sob her head bent forward and her tousled hair caressed his thighs and the hollows of his groin. Exquisite delight flushed through him as he felt her trembling hands close shakily round his rigid member and draw it downwards to her mouth. Her soft moist lips pressed on the red knob of the glans and she made a supreme effort to fight down her disgust as she sucked the flesh into her mouth.
Watching the kneeling girl sucking and almost retching over his member, the Mandarin looked at the two slave girls. They were standing, as always, in readiness but he saw that the sight of Darlene sucking his penis was already exciting them considerably.
Their eyes were feverishly bright and a flush was on their cheeks.
"Enjoy yourselves, my children, until this slave has finished her act of penance." His voice was hoarse with lust and pleasure.
The girls bowed gravely then turned to each other excitedly. Maie hands pressed between her sister's things and Sweet-Breasted tugged at Maie's trousers dropping them. Pressed close together, mouth to mouth, belly to belly, their intermingled hands moved impatiently and feverishly with the savage ardour of healthy animals.
Darlene, her mouth enclosed over the Mandarin's upstanding prick, almost choked as the point of the thick shaft scraped the back of her throat, while the hot animal smell of his pubic hair stung her nostrils. She clutched at him for support, one hand on his hip, the other blindly grasped his balls and the weight of her body almost wrenched the hairy sac from his body.
"Excellent, little slave." panted the Mandarin, excitement and pleasure tingling through his body. "Moisten it well with your tender lips so that it may enter your vaginal cunt all the more easily when the time comes."
If Darlene heard the words they had no meaning for her. She seemed stunned by the revolting indecencies she was forced to perform with her mouth. Each hair each vein, each pore of the throbbing prick seemed part of her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Sick, and utterly debased by the nauseous experience she stopped for breath and he pushed her away. He grinned as he watched her anguish. She was horrified when she saw that the prick was larger than ever and noted with shame that the throbbing stalk was wet and glistening with her own saliva.
Across the room the two slave girls were drawing apart. They looked exquisitely pretty as they gasped for breath, their hair dishevelled, and sweat on their delicate features and exposed cunts and bellies. Their plump mounds were devoid of hair and the glistening redness of the two slits could be easily seen. The firm lips were swollen from the ecstatic finger friction to which each had been subjected.
The Mandarin beckoned to them and they went to him feeling the delicious after effects of their mutual caresses. The two girls looked delightfully wanton and shameless. Their sleek flanks, bellies and cunts were exhibited to the eyes of their master.
"The chair." the Mandarin said briefly.
Darlene, huddled on the floor sobbing with shame, buried her face in her hands. She was limp and moaned dully in a stupor of misery and exhaustion as she was hauled to her feet by the two others. With practiced swiftness, Maie tied the girl's hands behind her back.
Darlene began to scream, thinking this was another preliminary to torture.
"Enough of this!" said the Mandarin. What I am about to do is far from the type of torture you have now become to respect. A slight discomfort between the legs, perhaps. A little blood, nothing worse will happen to you ... provided you permit your wisdom to prevail over the unreasonable impulses of your emotions."
Darlene's sobs subsided though every muscle in her body remained tense in apprehension of further suffering. Fastening her wrists behind her back did nothing to reassure her. But she had no choice, she had to submit. Trembling all over she gazed at her tormentor in mute supplication. Her eyes begged that he would spare her further anguish.
It amused both the Mandarin and the two slave-girls to see Darlene's eyes carefully avoiding the stiffly rearing penis still moist with her saliva. To the two girls, the Mandarin said: "Pick her up now."
They placed themselves on each side of Darlene, who shivered and went tense with fear as each girl slid an arm round her waist. Then Maie placed her other hand under one thigh almost on the swell of the buttock, while Sweet-Breasted did the same at the other side. They then lifted Darlene off her feet and sharply tilted her backwards, as though she were in an arm chair. They firmly gripped her at each point.
Darlene uttered a wailing cry of shame and blushed scarlet in her sudden confusion as her legs were spread wide apart.
Her shapely calves dangled loosely and the firm delicacy of her cunt lips, all the secrets of her moist underpays were freely exposed to the glittering eyes of the Mandarin, as he confronted her with his rigid member, which was standing almost vertically up the wall of his sinewy belly.
It was only then, when she knew her genitals were fully revealed and vunerable did Darlene understand the horrible meaning of it all.
She let out a piercing scream, she was shocked more by the thought of being ravished in front of Maie and Sweet-Breasted. The mere thought of being ruthlessly violated in privacy with no one but the male antagonist to witness her shame and pain was frightful enough. But the prospect of being torn open under the watchful eyes of the two pretty girls was enough to stun her. She struggled madly to rid herself of the clamping hands which kept her thighs apart.
"NO ... NO ... please . ... oh!" she shrieked supplicatingly and her eyes were starting from their sockets. Half crazed, wriggling and twisting in her vain efforts to break free, but seriously hampered by the way her arms were strapped behind her, she watched the Mandaring closing in on her.
He was gloating over anguish and shame, enjoying her excruciating embarrassment.
Maie and her sister bracing themselves, straining themselves with their exertion, as their master moved forward and between Darlene's outspread thighs. Without waiting for instruction, their watchful eyes quick to note any defect in the arrangement of Darlene's body, the two girls roused the screaming, panting girl a few inches higher so that when the Mandarin's body was close enough for him to press the bulbous glans into the silky curls of her pubic hairs, he was instantly at the portals of her cunt-opening.
Feeling the heated, animal hardness of the glans nudging the arid slit of her cunt, Darlene was galvanised into further frenzies of screaming and shrieking, and futile wriggling and twisting.
Inexorable as doom, the man's hot breath fanning her pallid face, she felt the stiffness of him slowly piercing her vagina. The outer lips of her cunt stretched and bulged inwards under the remorseless pressure he was exerting against her.
She shrieked and struggle more fiercely than ever but the two girls held her firmly in position, displaying an expertness which could only be gained by long experience in keeping her trembling things extended the whole time.
She screamed and then almost swooned with the hot thrusts of pain which seemed to transform her crotch into a mass of raw, stinging flesh. She could feel the massive thickness of him sliding smoothly into her under the tremendous exertions of powerful loins.
Her flesh felt as though it were splitting in all directions while her wracked body was pivoted upon the unyielding of his member. She moaned mechanically and he went on piercing her. It seemed that his prick was of endless length and that her very bowels were glutted with the thickness of it. Overcome with exhaustion, she suddenly slumped heavily against the two arms which were supporting her from behind.
She barely felt the savage thrusting of the rampant phallus when her ravisher began to shag her in dead earnest. His hands grasped the rounded smoothness of her knees as he leaned into her grunting and panting with animal satisfaction as he felt the clinging tightness of her vagina with friction upon his sensitive shaft.
Without being aware of its meaning, and too exhausted to care, she felt the spurting heat of thick fluid pumping into her so that she felt wet and sticky inside.
There was an expression of bestial satisfaction on the face of the Mandarin when at last he withdrew his half shrunk prick from the bleeding vagina. "Take her away and give her a thorough douche. Cleanse and refresh her and then put her into the bunk. I shall not use her again. Bring me sandwiches and wine when you have finished." So spoke the Mandarin.
CHAPTER FOUR
Many hours later, paper headlines screamed that five guests had mysteriously disappeared from the Hotel Royal Bordeaux. Wires hummed across the channel between the Paris Surete and Scotland Yard.
Meanwhile, in the Quai locale of the Rue de Gaston, Inspector Robert Wicks of Scotland Yard entered the office of the Prefect of Police, Inspector Louis Murat.
As Wicks entered the room, both men embraced, and pumped each others' hand in glad recognition, and mutual respect. They were old friends these two, and knew well the worth and brilliant accomplishments of the other in the field of crime detection.
The two men chatted in intimate conversation for a few minutes recalling again the days of the past, and after the usual exchange of inquiries were made about each others' families, Wicks brought the subject head-long-on to the pressing matter at hand: his reason for being sent by Scotland Yard.
Wicks, leaned forward in his chair and lit his pipe. "Of course, you well know why I am here, Louis. We have sufficient reason to believe that Cha' Sung and his fiendish cohorts are the cunning abductors of our six Englishwomen....also that he is somewheres here, on the coast of France. I trust you received the dossier from Scotland Yard giving you the facts and pertinent details of the case.
Inspector Murat sat quietly attentive. He perused the chewed end of his cigar and then nodded his head slowly: "Yes, my friend, I know-I know;-your government and Scotland Yard per se, are clamoring for the capture of this barbarian Yellow Tiger . ... namely the Mandarin Cha' Sung, but more so, the safe return of your six women which I agree is uppermost.
He emitted a heavy sigh and made an empty gesture with his hands: "If only it were that easily done, dear Robert, as it is said."
Murat left his chair, and started to pace the room; with his hand folded behind his back, he continued on: "Still, we think we have something of significance- possibly, and seemingly, an important lead."
"Three days ago, a young Eurasian girl was brought in to our Prefect Hospital almost dead. Her body had been maniacally scarred and brutally beaten-she was in a shocking state-almost unbelievable to the eyes of the beholder. The brutal battering has reduced the girl to psychic numbness. She now lays in a coma.
Two of our gendarmes found her unconscious body lying in the dank thickets just below the Quai, while performing their midnight rounds.
That particular area is a desolate one, and not much used by people, except for the village fishermen who moor their non-repairable boats there.
In the process of transporting her to our hospital, the attending ambulence medic claims that she had recovered consciousness long enough to utter three discernible words. Those three words, my dear Robert were: 'Yellow Beasts Boat."
Muret's eyes were wide and bright, and seemingly abstract like a hawk's, as he spoke.
"Quite significant, eh Robert."
"Unfortunately, we have been unable to learn anything further from the girl since she had been in euphoric-shock from the time she was brought in, till the present. Our doctors are doing everything possible to bring her out of this mute catatonia she suffers, in order to render her communicative."
While this was going on, the principal figures in the drama were bound hand and foot lying on bunks in a yacht which was racing from the Mediterranean Coast of Frnace.
Aboard the yacht things were
CHAPTER FIVE
"D'you really think he will succeed, Darling?" Sweet-Breasted murmured. She was stark naked and leaned over her sister who was also naked. Their beautiful bodies were sprawled in wanton and shameless abandon across the broad, low, divan which filled three quarters of the available space in the cabin. Maie stretched herself so that her taut breasts rose voluptuously from her slender body. "He will succeed, my pet, without a doubt. He is the greatest and cleverest man in the world. The French police will be no match for him. He has nothing to fear from the puny minds which constantly seek to oppose his divine will. Our guests should be honored at his attention ... Darlene in particular."
"I wonder how long he intends to keep them?"
"Why, Until he is tired of them ... which won't be long for they are stupid inferior creatures, apart from their physical attractions. I apprehend the fear which broods in your mind, my sister, regarding the outcome of our master's expedition. Those women will be in no position to make trouble when our master sees fit to release them. They will maintain a discreet silence, not wanting to expose their shame to the world. Nothing can excel the kisses of the whip for instilling descretion in such people. Surely, after six years in close attendence on our master, you know that well."
Sweet-Breasted laughed as she nodded assent: "Looking back on everything, it hardly seems possible that you and I have acquired such learning in so short a time. We understand the infinite varieties of love ... love between man and girl, man and man, girl and girl, girl and animal, animal and man, and each of them in countless forms of expression. Why, when we were mere children, before our illustrious master had deflowered us, we could recite in utmost detail the 63 positions of love. How well I can see now, that after being whipped, ravished, and forcibly tortured, in many different ways, their ladyships will not open their pretty lips."
Maie laughed then became pensive. "My sister, of these delicate morsels our master now has aboard for his entertainment, the one who exceites my interest most is Miss Darlene Balmaine.
"I have already noticed that.-Without being jealous, of course. Your eyes continually wandered to her after they had been brought aboard, and no wonder, with that hair and exquisite coloring. I can well understand your desire."
"And you share my feeling for the child?"
Sweet-Breasted's eyes darkened with desire as she nodded 'yes' saying that the bottom attracted her as well as the delicate coloring of the tits.
"Ah, her bottom, yes. It is remarkably big for a child of her tender years, yet there is nothing ungainly about its proportions. How I should enjoy cutting at that backside with a light dog-whip as a prelude to exploring between the thighs with my mouth and tongue and caressing her...."
The conversation was stimulating to both girls and they gazed at each other for a moment.
Maie extended her arms to her sister in a wordless invitation. The muscles under Sweet-Breasted's olive skin rippled sensuously as she leaned over to her sister and glided her hands caressingly over the tiny breasts. Maie stirred softly with pleasure. Sweet-Breasted caressed her sister's naked body with slow, voluptuous patience.
Her fingers delicately pinched and fondled the pink buds of the nipples, then traveled languorously down towards the soft downy curves of the flat belly. Maie, sighing with pleasure, drew apart her legs to admit the agile fingers which dipped deep into the honey sweet slit between her thighs.
While Sweet-Breasted stroked a-round the hips and belly with one hand, her other was active between the outstretched thighs, fingering the rosy cleft and prying it open to reveal the glistening pink softness within. As her fingers sank deeper into the wetness of her sister's vagina, the thumb teasing the sensitive bud of the stiffening clitoris, Sweet-Breasted kissed her sister's breasts.
Her small pink tongue ran over the little mounds wetting the smooth golden skin till it glistened like flower petals after rain. She sucked the tingling pink of the stiff teats deep into her mouth and gently bit into the stem of hem.
Maie murmured in ecstasy, and her supple body began to undulate in voluptuous movements of pure abandon. They were suddenly interrupted by a buzzer which sounded in the cabin and, seeing a light panel flashing they instantly discarded their pleasures and sprang from the divan.
Flushed and excited with their feeling, the climbed into their clothes.
"The master must be feeling like a bit of cunt-flesh now that he is awake," said Maie.
"If he's in that mood then he won't pay much attention to us," Sweet-Breasted observed. "Do you think he wants us to give pleasure to his favourites among the crew? We can expect him to use us that way now that he had so much English cunt to idle with. Still, when he gets fed up with them he will be at us night and day like he was when he was breaking us in."
Some moments later, at their knock, they were admitted to the presence.
The cabin in which they now stood stretched the full width of the vessel, thirty feet and twice as long. There were no portholes and the room was gently illuminated by concealed lighting. It was lined along its four sides with exquisitely carved Eastern furniture, and large Chinese rugs covered the center floor space. At the far end stood a massive divan covered in tiger skin rugs upon which were heaped huge silken cushions. Seated in the middle, naked but for a leather breech clout and several golden bracelets about his brawny arms, was the Mandarin. At his beckoning they advanced swiftly towards him and bowed, then stood quietly awaiting his commands.
"I trust you have slept well, my children, and, of course, enjoyed each other upon waking?" he said with a sly smile. He seemed extremely pleased when they affirmed without embarrassment that they had done so.
"You both give me great happiness with your words ... Now go below, loving children, and bring me the fair-haired Miss Tanis Fairfax. I intend to amuse myself for a few hours."
They departed, and Maie, a few minutes later, returned alone. The man's eyes showed great anger when he saw her.
"What is wrong?" he asked sharply as Maie bowed.
"Mrs. Fairfax asks that you grant her the honour of an immediate interview, my master."
"Ah, I see." His anger subsided almost immediately and very slyly he said: "Could it be that she wishes to plead with me on behalf of her daughter, Maie?"
"Master. In my humble observation of the lady it would appear so. She suggested that she would do anything, so anxious is she to protect her daughter from what the English so quaintly call "a fate worse than death'".
"She is a very attractive woman" he said aloud. Silently he assumed that Darlene must have told her mother all that had happed to her and it appeared that the charming Mrs. Fairfax was willing to sacrifice herself in order to save her virgin daughter from a similar fate. "You honestly think she would give me pleasure, Maie, despite the regrettable fact that she is lacking in virgin freshness?"
Maie nodded approval, adding, "She seems broad, but very supple in the region of the pelvis; her movements should be excitingly strong and certainly practiced to a greater degree."
"Then bring her to me ... Lady Tanis may remain a virgin flower a little longer." With this Maie departed.
CHAPTER SIX
Christine Fairfax was not the kind of woman who let others push her about. She entered the stateroom, her head held high, and the two Chinese girls in her wake. She had a voluptuous figure. Her breasts were thrust well forward beneath the flimsy dress she wore. Her skin was good, her rich black hair, slightly waved, swayed about her shoulder as she walked.
The Mandarin eyed her with unexpected interest, and thoughtfully fingering his long moustache, he nodded dismissal to the two girls. They took up their positions outside the cabin doors and awaited a further summons.
Watching Mrs. Fairfax for a minute he saw that she was trying to conceal her great agitation from him. He knew that she was aware of the humiliation, the stress and pain, the evil fate, and the distress which threatened her daughter. He saw that in her mind was the thought of saving her daughter at any cost. She braced herself, and with quivering hands tightly clasped, she spoke in a soft voice.
"Perhaps you know why I have asked to see you," she started, trembling nervously.
He smiled blandly. "I can guess, Mrs. Fairfax. Your maternal instincts are understandable, though it is quite useless to plead with me. We met a few hours ago on this boat, and, if you remember, you were abusive."
"I'm sorry about that," she said. "I was not then aware of your rank. How could I have been when you were attired just as you are now," and her dark eyes wandered distastefully over the massive body covered with thick dark hair.
"Clothes, dear lady, do not enhance a man's breeding. They draw attention to his bearing, his distinction, but without them, one can recognize those qualities which proclaim the mastery and upper breeding which are inherited through unbroken line of ancestors. But enough. No doubt Miss Darlene has confided some of the details of her experience with me. Now you come here expecting to plead successfully for your virginal daughter," he paused and eyed the woman evilly. She was pale and had great difficulty in controlling herself.
"I tell you frankly, dear lady, I look forward with great pleasure and the keenest anticipation regarding your daughter's maidenhead ... as soon as you leave me."
She had considerable difficulty finding the words.
"I ... I ... I'm aware of that ... but pl-please hear me f-f-first."
"As you wish ... but do not delay me long."
"My daughter is ... is engaged to be m-married to a young man with whom she is ... is deeply in love. If such a thing as you intend happens to Tanis, he would have nothing more to do with her. It would be a blow from which she would never recover."
"I do not forbid them to marry ... I am not a murderer. I wish only to enjoy your daughter's loveliness for a little time. When I can be quite sure that none of you will talk foolishly to the authorities, then you will be landed safely. The passage of years will obliterate all this from your mind."
Great relief showed in the face of Mrs. Fairfax. She seemed to take fresh courage. "But surely you are aware of the great value a gentleman sets upon the integrity of his bride? This man will penalize my poor child most cruelly were he to find her already ... spoiled ... even though she was an unwilling victim of--"
"A shocking outrage? My dear lady, you may call it that if you wish," he smiled slyly.
She flushed with embarrassment and her breasts stirred violently beneath her frock. This caught the Mandarin's eyes and the woman flushed deeper as she saw him eyeing her curves. But nothing could deter her. She thought she might still deploy his evil purposes.
"Yes, it would be a shocking outrage against the girl. Mind, we do not consider ourselves your enemies ... despite Darlene's experiences with you. Quite possibly the girl led you on to a certain extent. Her mother and I have agreed that the matter should be kept quiet...."
Her soft voice was very gentle now and she forced the nearest shadow of a smile to the red lips which quivered temptingly. She stepped forward slightly and her knees touched the edge of the huge divan. His eyes glittered as they scrutinized the voluptuousness of the rounded breast at much closer quarters. He lifted a long taloned hand and the woman suppressed a cry of horror as it reached up to her.
Her body stiffened and she sobbed, her terror of pain in any shape or form instantly awakened at the sight of the sinister curling claws. Her pale face was suddenly suffused with scarlet as the man began to fondle the voluptuous breasts. She made as if to draw back but the curling fingers tightened on her left breasts.
"You appear to have a beautiful pair of breasts, dear lady," the Mandarin murmured, "I'm sure you cannot object if I examine them in their natural state, eh?"
She only stood there, mesmerized by the hands unfastening the top of her dress which was unbuttoned all the way down. Her breasts were round, white and very heavy when he exposed them. The points tilted sharply upwards and the delicate skin looked as fresh and clear as that of a young girl. The nipples were a very dark rose colour.
Christine sobbed with embarrassment and closed her eyes for a moment as she felt him lifting both breasts as he examined them and weighed them in the palm of his cupped hands. She quivered violently as he smoothed his hard palm over one nipple, rotating it and gradually increasing the pressure until the point became as hard as flint as it stubbed into the flesh of his palm.
"Beautiful ... truly the essence of proud womanhood," murmured the Mandarin, "These fill a man's hand in a satisfying manner unlike those of a young girl." The woman shivered and sighed but did not dare to antagonize him by a display of active resistance.
The handling of such hemispheres had a natural reaction in the man. His prick surged into a fierce erection and his senses were violently aroused. "Come closer, dear lady," he said softly, still fondly manipulating her breasts.
Her frock gaped open to her waist revealing a broad "V" shaped expanse of white skin. She was ashamed of being exposed in such a manner, and still more mortified by the way in which her lovely breasts were being handled, but she obeyed him passively. Her shamefast, but sexual experienced eyes, had already noted the significant manner in which the leather breech-cloth was bulging with the strain of his stiffened penis. She was thinking of the daughter to whom she was greatly devoted and who's virginal flesh was threatened by that rigid phallus. "God forgive me if I begin to play the wanton woman with this beast", she prayed silently.
Her trembling body seemed to flow towards him in submission and she stood before him with her magnificent white breasts jutting boldly from the disarranged front of her dress. Hand behind her now, she submitted to the lustful handling of her breasts. His demanding fingers sank into the firmness and she whimpered with pain as the curved hooks of his fingernails pricked the sensitive skin like pointed needles. Against her will, the dark nipples began to swell and stiffen as he fondled and pressed them lasciviously with his fingers.
He quickly tired of her breasts and felt drawn towards the other, more voluptuous and intimate parts of her body. Blushing, she bit hard on her lower lip to stifle an involuntary cry of protest as she suddenly felt his hands riding up the soft warm thighs. Her hands clenched tightly as he stroked her smooth flesh experimentally and was startled when he abruptly jerked away his hand from her quivering limbs.
She stood still, breathing gustily in agitation until his commanding voice forced her to open her eses again. Reluctantly she did so and uttered a low cry. She blushed more vividly than she had ever done in her life before.
Oh ... pl-p-please," she faltered, staring wide-eyed in horrible fascination.
"Don't tell me you have never seen anything similar before, dear lady. You are a married woman?"
The Mandarin had shed the breech-cloth and was sitting stark naked on the divan. His muscular legs were crossed and his thick penis reared up his sinewy belly like a finger of inflamed flesh. He grinned at her cruelly, enjoying the spectacle of her blushing confusion.
She started to say something, but the hock of that lewd exposure, the horror of the enormous erection stilled her tongue for a moment. Then: "I-I've seen a mm- man that w-way before yes...." she whispered hoping to please him.
"You're being sensible, dear lady, and that makes you much more attractive to me. Come get closer to me and let me take down your knickers.
She uttered an inarticulate exclamation at this fresh outrage but swayed passively towards him as if it were all a hideous dream. His hands went beneath her frock and tugged her tight fitting black lace briefs from her thighs. They lay about her knees and his hand slid along the trembling thighs and she moaned in an anguish of shame as she felt him fingering her cunt through the thick growth of silky hairs which covered it. She was sick with mortification and pleaded with him to stop. Ignoring her pleas, he fondled her cunt all over, rubbed his fingers into the moist crevice of her hairy crotch and then slid his hands straight forward. The talon-like fingers clasped the corpulent lower curves of her buttocks.
As she groaned in anguish, feeling the sharp pain of the talons sinking into her soft flesh, Mrs. Fairfax realized that the decisive moment had been reached. She must either capitulate unreservedly and make pretense she was enjoying the experience, or she could allow her feminine modesty, her sense of delicacy to be asserted by furious resistance to the man's bestial demand upon her. She visualized her daughter Tanis stripped naked, her body violated with brutal savagery by that hideous member which had so terrified and sickened her by its bloated proportions.
"You have a delightful bottom, Mrs. Fairfax. It is a joy to fondle," he murmured while his cruel hands savaged her flesh unmercifully.
"I'm g-glad it pleases you," she whispered. "Do you wi-wish me to t-t-take this dress off for you s-so that you m-may examine me more closely ... like you did ... with my breasts?"
It was not easy for the Mandarin to conceal his surprise at this submission. He paused for a moment in his uncertainty. Meanwhile the woman stepped forward and twined her slender fingers about his prick. She forced a smile to her lips as she pressed down the foreskin, but she was sickened by the throbbing heat of the thing.
"It's lovely," she whispered. "It's huge ... you must be very proud of it ... and rightly so."
His shrewd brain had already assessed the situation. He grinned at her, realizing her intentions, his teeth vividly white against the black moustache: "Your clumsiness amuses me, dear lady ... without offending, fortunately."
"Wh-what d'you mean?" she stammered, her fingers still gripping his penis, her white breasts swinging voluptuously before his face as she leaned over his upstanding prick.
"You are hoping to distract me with this surprising but delightful display of charm, eh? Vers well. We shall see how accommodating you can be. As you can see, my manhood is strongly aroused and is fully prepared to be received by a woman's cunt. Take it inside yourself now, or your daughter shall receive the privilege."
Christine almost fainted with fear and dread at this ultimatum. Her horrified eyes noted the scarlet glossiness of his bulging glans and the way the whole length of the turgid thing pulsated with animal passion. She knew it was useless to protest against his accusations. She nodded her head dumbly in consent.
"Come to me then ... but first get rid of that garment. I want to enjoy you stark naked, dear lady."
Scarlet with embarrassment, she obediently released her hold of his prick. It needed just a moment for her to step out of her panties. She hurriedly freed herself from the dress. White and voluptuous in her gleaming black triangle of hairs at her thighs standing out in bold relief against the whiteness of her fresh skin, she surrendered in almost frantic desperation.
He was at the edge of the divan by the time she had stripped herself for him,' sitting with his feet close together on the floor. Dumb with shame, hot tears glistening in her eyes, she let him pull her forward until her warm thighs straddled his. He drew her down watching her scarlet face with gloating eyes as he revelled in her misery. This, then, was her submission. She shivered all over as she felt the burning hotness of his glans touching her slit.
Despite herself, she felt the involuntary muscular spasm of her cunt lips opened like the petals of a fleshy flower in readiness for the monstrous penetration. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt him grasping her buttocks fiercely, his fingernails biting into her flesh, drawing sobbing exclamations from her. He was dragging her buttocks apart as she felt the domed mass of his knob prying her cunt lips apart, sliding into the narrow orifice, rising higher and pushing deeper into her shuddering flesh. She groaned. It was not that it hurt her, she even experienced a fugitive delight in feeling herself so dilated and pierced. It was the stark degradation of being defeated by the bestial flesh which she loathed so much that almost brought her to tears.
Grunting and panting with pleasure, he was enjoying the tightness of her vagina which was drawing in and sucking up the fullness of his stiff member. It surprised him, pleasantly, to find a maternal vagina which fitted his phallus so snugly, it did not compress the penis so much. His fingers dug deeper into the resilient bottom as he sought to get a better purchase. His eyes were fixed upon the voluptuously swaying mounds of firm breast. The dark red nipples were almost level with his eyes.
He stiffened himself and pushed the whole of his length into her sheath, and heard her low moans of mingled embarrassment and delight.
"You don't find this unpleasant, dear lady," he murmured as she began to rise and fall gently upon him. In answer, she gave a tiny sob. She was acutely conscious of the way his thickness filled her vagina and stretched it to the full.
"I-I like it ... yes," she had to admit with a gasp. She felt so guilty. She was speaking the truth. "Do ... I ... give ... you ... pleasure?"
She moved her loins as she pivoted on the upright hardness of him. The spasmodic movement of her bottom caused him to groan with ecstasy as his penis, deep within her cunt, felt the embrace caused by this action. He sweated and squirmed as she rose and fell on him.
"Ah ... divine creature ... Goddess of pleasure ... oohhh" he panted hoarsely as she quickened the steady rhythm on his fleshy spear. His hands gripped her shoulders and she grasped his hard muscles fiercely as she braced her feet firmly on the floor, moving her body up and down until the man's face was twisted and distorted with sexual passion.
"I shall give you greater delight," she whispered in his ear without interrupting the undulations of her body ... Promise me you will respect the virginity of my daughter and I will devote myself entirely to your pleasure.
He was beside himself with lust and sexual joy. "I promise my ... lady.." he gasped as each contraction made him only aware of the moment. "The wetness ... the tightness of your grip ... Yes ... you have....my sworn promise....your daughter will be spared...."
A smile of genuine, unalloyed happiness broke over Christine's face. Her supple hips began to rotate causing the huge penis in her vagina to sweep over every part of it. The sweat poured down her back, her stiff nipples tingled with the thrills of sheer ecstasy which she could not suppress. When the final moment arrived and the warm jets of semen flooded into her cunt she experienced only a sense of deep relief and accomplishment, rather than the nausea and disgust which should have been more appropriate.
She was too shamed to look at him as she rose from him. The shrinking stalk of his penis slipped free of her saturated vagina from which the cream of his spunk was dripping. Her legs trembled so violently that she had to seat herself beside him on the divan. He immediately slipped his muscular arm over her breasts and gently forced her back on the divan.
"You were most enjoyable, Christine," he said as his eyes glanced over her supine loveliness. "We must have you attended to at once. You must not get pregnant from your first injection."
She lay with her arms across her eyes: "You will keep your promise," she asked without looking at him. His eyes narrowed cunningly and he nodded his head. "It shall be as you wish."
He leaned across to press a bell.
"What are you doing?" she asked nervously as she felt the nearness of him.
"Summoning my personal maids to take care of your body, Christine."
She bit her lip. "I can do that myself when I return to my cabin," she protested weakly.
"It displeases me that you suggest such a thing."
The sharpness of his tone warned her against insisting too much. And her thoughts wandered to the supremely embarrassing moment when she would have her spunk-filled vagina douched by two little girls. Just then, Maie and Sweet- Breasted entered the big stateroom. They were unaware till then of what had happened and expected that their summons was to help their master ravish Mrs. Fairfax.
They were disappointed to see the voluptuous and nude woman sprawled on the divan almost contentedly and as they observed the scarlet furrow of her vagina beneath the sperm-matted pubic hairs they knew that it was all over.
The Mandarin instructed them to devote their attention to her womanly needs and to take the utmost care since Mrs. Fairfax had been most charming and had allowed him to spend himself completely inside her.
Christine shuddered at this and instinctively closed her thighs tightly trying to shut out from sight and mind the lewdness of the debauchery which had gone before.
Soon the girls began to busy themselves about her with vaginal syringe and warm antiseptic water in a huge bowl. Christine relaxed as they attended her and the Mandarin, watching, saw the nozzle of the syringe deftly inserted in the spermy slit. During this operation his prick began to stiffen again but only the watchful slave girls noticed this fleshy resurrection as Christine was still laying with her arm across her eyes.
During all this she endured agonies of embarrassment. There was no other sound in the room other than the swishing of water into the bowl as the water, syringed into her cunt, cleansed er inside and slithered, sperm-laden, into the bowl beneath. But she felt that the Mandarin's eyes were on her watching the operation.
She was slightly comforted by the thought that her sacrifice had saved Tanis, and that her daughter would never be molested. Modesty and self respect, humiliation and such things were a small price to pay for the relief of knowing that a virginal daughter was spared from violation.
But how soon her tranquil mind was shattered!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Back at the office of the Prefect of Police, and forty-eight hours later, Inspector Wicks was summoned to Inspector Murat's office.
"Ah Robert ... come in ... do come in," he said hastily leading him by the arm to a chair. Murat's expression was taut and anxious. He was shocked to see how haggard the English inspector looked. He eyed him with empathetic understanding. The slow grinding investigation of the past few days had worn flesh from his face, and the dark circles under his eyes were discernibly evident.
Without wasting time, Murat stated the purpose of his summons.
"We were right, my friend; the girl has come out of coma and voluntarily given testimony regarding the Yellow Beast, Cha' Sung.
At the girl's insistence, I was summoned to her bedside early this morning, by a call from Dr. Bizet. Being totally unprepared for her testimony we were only able to record the last segment of her macabre story on tape. To say the least, it is a ghastly, horrendous, almost unbelievable tale. It makes me wonder how the girl has been able to keep her sanity, thus far. We now know from the girl's own lips that it was Cha'Sung and his cohorts who kidnapped her, and that he does have captive and in his nasty clutches ... the six Englishwomen, aboard his boat.
At this very moment our submarine and naval cutter is scouring the waters for the Yellow Fiend's vessel. So you see, dear friend, I have not been wasting precious time."
* * *
The two slave-girls were upset because there had been no need for them to attend their master during his association with Mrs. Fairfax. Maie believing that she was to be used again for the Mandarin's pleasure approached him, out of spite, and seeking to cheat Mrs. Fairfax of this honour put another idea into his head. Noticing his enormous penis erect once more, and jealously imagining this weapon in the matronly cunt, she bowed before him and, at his invitation, spoke: "Master, it might be a pretty game to lay the daughter beside her mother so that you may compare their pesonal charms."
The devilish suggestion fired his imagination. He had no moral scruples. The promise to Christine was not binding because it had been given in the heat of lustful pleasure, and at a moment when his enjoyment being so complete he would have mortgaged his soul.
"Slip out quietly, my child," he chuckled. "Bring the girl here and let's see what happens when they unexpectedly meet."
While Maie slid from the room, Sweet-Breasted finished the douching and dried and powdered Christine's genitals. Bowing to her master and announcing that she was finished, she was instructed to remove the paraphanalia.
Crossing to the divan and eyeing the prostrate woman he asked whether she felt better.
Christine, believing them to be alone in the room, raised herself to speak with him but catching sight of the man's swollen, stiff penis she was again embarrassed and her "I feel much better, thank you" was not really true.
She shrank back as he edged closer to her, hands on hips, flaunting the arrogant prick, she hastily averted her face to avoid looking longer at that enormous blood-charged pillar which she found was having a peculiar and uncontrollable effect on her. She could feel her cool cunt lips begin to itch and tingle causing her renewed excitement. Horrified by her own emotions, she silently vowed that she would not submit again to this urge unless it was absolutely unavoidable.
"Do you want me again?" she heard herself ask in a hushed whisper.
"Since you have already taken my manhood into your delectable flesh, dear lady, there is no need to avert your eyes from my penis. You have your answer. Just look at the size and beauty of it and feel proud that your charm can rouse such stiffness in me again so quickly."
She flinched as his knees touched her. Standing immediately in front of her, the scarlet skinned phallus was a few inches from her face. "Kiss it, dear lady. Open your lips and pay homage to this emblem which is testimony to your charms."
"No. Please, I couldn't," she said quietly. But he thrust out his belly, and she moaned.
"You can ... and you WILL," his voice filled with menace sent a chill through her.
She groped blindly for the large member. Her trembling finger closed around the thick, hot barrel and pressed the loose skin right back. With eyes closed, stifling the feeling of revulsion, she plunged her open mouth onto the knob, the hugeness of which filled her mouth. She choked as she tasted the rancid, salty flavour of his prick and shuddered at her own weakness in yielding to this loathsome thing. But she sucked strongly at the thing. The Mandarin jerked back and forth as he felt the hot wet suction on his member. His groping hands reached for her breasts and greedily seized the springy fullness of them. While she sucked and licked his enormous penis, he toyed lasciviously with her lovely breasts and exulted in the knowledge of her reluctantly stirring passion as he felt the nipples swell and stiffen under th enticing pressure of his fingers.
And so, as Christine wildly and furiously sucked and kissed the swollen phallus in agonized passion, she had no idea that she was watched by her daughter who had just that moment been dragged into the room.
"MUMMY!.....oh, Mummy!"
At the sound of her daughter's voice, incredulous, hurt, and filled with grief, Mrs. Fairfax wrenched herself violently from the man. During the agonized silence it was difficult to tell who was more shocked, embarrassed and ashamed: the mother, angry but still flushed with the frenzy of sex, or the white-faced child.
Christine's lips twitched with shame. She tried to say something but her daughter's horrified face checked her. It was she who suddenly broke the tension. She burst into tears, her shoulders heaved with the force of violent sobbing.
Chrisine's eyes brimmed with tears and she was distraught and miserable. She looked at the Mandarin but he stared at her with a blank expression. Th woman seemed to crumble.
"You promised not to touch her," she said harshly.
"I'm not touching her. Surely you can see that."
"Then why have you brought her here?"
He shrugged his shoulders and seated himself on the divan and beckoned to Maie who went to him. Christine rose from the divan and, filled with emotion, tottered to her daughter hating the hideous situation in which she found herself. Putting her arms gently around the weeping girl, her relief was untold when she was not repulsed. The gentle little creature clung to her and pressed her tear-stained face into the mother's naked shoulder.
"Mummy. Oh, Mummy. I know that filthy beast made you do it. I know he did ... you were trying to save me," she wept in anguish.
There was a look of triumph and malicious satisfaction on Maie's face as she sat beside the Mandarin, who was contemplating the couple in the middle of the room.
Tanis was wearing a pencil slim skirt and a blouse. Her legs were bare but her feet were neatly shod in fashionable beach shoes. Her clothing emphasized the pliant suppleness of her body. As she stood leaning against her mother's voluptuous and naked body, he was conscious of the clean youthful curves of her bottom. The taut buttocks jutted invitingly.
"They make a pretty picture," said the Mandarin to Maie, who answered: "Especially the girl, master, she is only seventeen and her pretty bottom fills that skirt as though she were much older. Shall I bring her here and strip her?" Maie's voice betrayed her usual calm. It did not conceal her eagerness.
"No. I shall first kiss those delectable lips," he said striding across the floor, his rampant prick swinging and bobbing stiffly.
"Now dear ladies," he exclaimed as he reached the two sobbing creatures. "Lips as pretty as yours should be shared. Permit me the ecstasy of kissing your rosy mouth, little Tanis." He made to slide his arm around the young waist. The effect was volcanic.
Tanis whipped round and like a frightened deer her eyes blazed with rage and hatred. "Take your hands from me, you yellow swine!" she screamed hysterically. The Mandarin's yellow features tautened dangerously as he hissed: "I command your mouth, little slave."
He suddenly caught her shoulders and tore her away from her mother. Tanis screamed wildly and threshed her arms in all directions. She tried to free herself from this brute. Christine stood there petrified, unable to decide on what to do. She still clung pathetically to the belief that the Mandarin would not do more than attempt this fundamentally harmless demand for a kiss. To assault the man in order to aid her daughter might have terrible consequences for them both.
They were rocking to and fro now as the Mandarin tried to force back her head in order to kiss her. Their bodies swayed close together and his hard prick pressed firmly against the warm belly. At the feel of it, Tanis recoiled and shrieked more frantically. She called to her mother for help.
Christine had now two thoughts. She leapt forward, in her nakedness her breasts swung violently and voluptuously, but before she could reach the struggling couple, the two slave-girls overpowered her with ruthless efficiency. They twisted her arms behind her back and tied them tightly rendering her helpless. They then threw her to the floor where she fell on her face.
Despite his physical superiority, the Mandarin was finding it exceedingly difficult to subdue Tanis. When she lost both shoes in the struggle she tried to kick him with bare feet. Several times as his hands twisted about her arms she sank her teeth into the flesh. She moaned with horror the whole time. The crisis was reached when her clenched little fist struck him squarely in the eye. The sharp pain caused him to bellow with sudden fury. He relaxed his hold for a moment and she seized her chance at once. She was free. She stumbled blindly to the door, for a fatal moment forgetting her mother, her mind crazed with fear.
She had only tottered a short distance when she was overtaken by the two slave- girls. Bruised and weak with exhaustion, she had no chance against the wiry strength of those two. They threw her to the floor and very quickly bound her wrists behind her. She was pushed roughly to the stateroom once more.
The Mandarin watched her with a terrific expression on his face. His penis was no longer erect, and his right eye was blinking constantly.
Maie, alone, rushed to the Mandarin and kneeled at his feet with great concern, sure that he had been injured by the blow. Attempting to bathe the eye, she said: "Master, they should suffer the death of the thousand cuts for harming you."
"There are worse things for that tender little virgin," he rejoined venomously. He glared furiously at Tanis who now stood before him held by Sweet-Breasted. "Courage is an admirable quality, little slave, but it should be used judiciously in the presence of a person of my exalted rank. You will pay dearly for the hurt you have inflicted on me." Tanis, her head bowed, shuddered but did not make any reply. She was utterly crushed. She waited numbed and helpless for the man's retribution.
Maie had bathed his eye and soothed it greatly. The Mandarin rose to his feet, coldly and deliberately. He planted himself in front of her and cupping his hand beneath her chin suddenly forced it up. Tanis screamed as she looked into the fierce eyes set in a brutal and evil face.
"Your naked bottom will be whipped raw." he hissed. "Whipped raw . ... do you understand! Because you are young, your tender flesh will be incapable of sustaining the amount of physical pain and suffering that I should inflict on you in atonement for your criminal indignity to me. But you shall suffer the greatest degree of torture, and you will suffer as few girls have yet suffered at my hands. The whipping will be agony, little slave, but that will not be the whole of your penance. For when the leather had torn it's way into your flesh, then I shall let you feel the full strength of me thrusting my way into the tight passage between your bloodied buttocks. She stared at him. The horror of his words had meaning for her and she stood with terrified eyes riveted on him. Her mouth was open but no sound came.
"Shall we strip her for you now, master?"
"No ... that pleasure I shall have myself ... when she had been fastened down in readiness for her penance. Go and prepare the Wheel to receive her."
Maie disappeared to do her master's bidding, and the Mandarin, leaving Tanis in the safe hands of Sweet-Breasted, walked across to where Mrs. Fairfax's lovely naked body lay on the floor. Raising her by the armpits, he dragged her to her feet. She turned her eyes towards Tanis and saw the girl standing in the grasp of the slave-girl. Her slim arms were behind her back and her head was sagging in her breast. She was bruised and dishevelled. She began to plead with the Mandarin for her daughter. He only gripped Christine tighter and hissed; "Your daughter has insulted me and struck me in the presence of my slaves. She will pay the penalty for such behaviour and you will watch from start to finish.
"Oh no! You promised to respect her. Why, she is only a child...." shrieked the mother.
He said no more but flung her forward and marched her across the cabin to a wall. On this was a cleat. He forced the twisting and sobbing woman against it and forcibly buckled her arms, her legs, her neck. She could not move and was stretched tautly against the wall in the grip of the leather thongs.
There was naked fear in her eyes. The Mandarin eyed her with grim satisfaction, he gloated voluptuously over the tempestuous movements of her full white breasts as they stood out from her nude body and rose and fell rapidly with her hurried breathing. Her sleek thighs were taut as she craned upwards trying to avoid the crushing pressure of the straps. Her sounds were already inarticulate. The Mandarin left her. The helpless woman was to be a horrified and helpless witness of her daughter's cruel fate.
Working with the swift precision of long practice, Maie was preparing the equipment for Tanis's ordeal. From a big locker she took an enormous contrivance made of polished wood and fashioned in the shape of an "X". Beneath the centre join was a long steel rod which fitted a space in the floor which Maie had uncovered. At the end of each arm was a thick leather buckle.
Tanis was pushed towards the waiting contraption. Her pliant young body shook with terror though her mind was already stunned and numbed by the successive shocks she had experienced. Her eyes were empty and stared, tearless, as the two slave-girls swung her off her feet, and placed her face downwards on the contraption. They spread her arms and legs to fit the shape and her belly rested on the centre. Her legs were drawn outwards until their smooth, bare shapeliness rested along the two ledges of polished wood, feet twisted outwards. The straps were fitted well over her slender ankles and buckled tight. After her wrists had been unstrapped, her slim arms were treated in a similar fashion. Lacking any support other than the semi-rigidity of her outstretched arms, her shoulders and head drooped towards the sloor in a slow and delicate curve and this had the effect of tautening the muscles in her back and buttocks so that the latter were presented in tempting prominence under the thin tight sheath of her skirt.
The Mandarin eyed his victim with sadistic satisfaction for a moment, the vicious hunger showing plainly in his glittering eyes.
"Fetch my knife," he said to Sweet-Breast who waited submissively at his side. He spoke without taking his eyes off Tanis's spread-eagled loveliness. A moment later the slave-girl handed him a long-bladed antique ceremonial dagger which gleamed coldly as the subdued lighting caught its polished smoothness. Ignoring the croaking exclamation of horror which was wrung from the mother's sad lips at that instant, he placed himself beside the pinioned girl and thrust the blade of the knife deep under the collar of her blouse, dragging her drooping head right up by seizing a fistful of her fair, curly hair with his free hand. The biceps bulged in his thick forearms as he slashed at the girl's thin clothing with his knife. The keen blade hissed as it sliced cleanly in a straight line down the curve of her spine. Like moist earth fanning out from the sheering blade of a plow her blouse, slip and undervest parted so that the hissing knife left in its wake a broadening expanse of smooth, silky skin. He hacked at the thicker material at the waist of the skirt and when that was slit ran the blade on downwards to the very hem. The rounded hummocks of her taut-stretched buttocks were laid bare to his hot and lustful eyes as her skirt revealed the firm smooth shafts of her naked thighs.
Breathing harshly the Mandarin hurled the dagger to the floor and proceeded to wrench the remnants of her clothing from Tanis's shuddering body, her head dropping limply once more between her outstretched arms. At last she lay stark naked and he stood towering above her, his hairy body slick with sweat, moustachois swaying tusk-like on each side of his grimacing mouth. His coarse hand swept down to administer a stinging slap upon the uppermost curve of her beautiful buttocks and this seemed to arouse the hapless creature from her stuper of terror and exhaustion.
She shrieked as her sensitive flesh stung under the blow and began to tug madly at the straps which secured her wrists.
'Ahhhh! . ... What are you doing to me! Ahh!! . ... you dirty....
Ohhh! . ... you filthy beast . ... Oh! Ohhh!!.." she shrieked and her outcries were echoes by hoarse, inarticulate exclamations from the suffering mother as she helplessly watched her daughter's torment. The Mandarin laughed bellowingly and slapped the saucy young bottom again. Tanis howled and moaned, not so much with the fierce sting of the crisp blow but with gradually mounting fear. It was as if she were just coming to full realization of her perilous situation.
"She's a beauty alright, my children," the Mandarin exulted gloatingly. "Look at that tempting young bottom, as smooth and as white as the petals of the crhysanthemum ... and as delicately perfumed no doubt. The scarlet kisses from the whip will look exquisite etched upon such a tender background."
"Her front parts also are reasonably worth your attention master," Sweet- Breasted murmured, respectfully. Her cunt hair is exactly the same pale gold in colour as the hair of her head and her female parts are prettily shaped whilst their carnation pink coloring will inspire your noble loins...."
"The whips first, my children," the Mandarin was in a jovial mood now, excited and stimulated by the sight of the young English girl's smooth, cool-looking nakedness.
"Which instruments do you wish us to use upon her, master?" Meia asked.
Tanis screamed and struggled more violently than ever as she heard the conversation.
"The plaited lashes with the pelleted tips will cut her keenly and draw blood without inflicting any serious injury upon her delicate Person. Use them!"
"Very good, my master," the girl bowed and hurried over to a tall-glass-fronted case. Hanging on the insides of the two glass doors which Maia now opened were thick satin curtains obviously intended to cleaverly conceal the contents of the case from casual and unauthorized eyes. The back of the case was covered with an enormous variety of whips, quirts, lashes and canes, each occupying its own hook. The two whips which Meia selected without any hesitation were evil-looking weapons with short stocks made of bamboo. The five-foot lash fixed to these handles was, in both cases, made from tough bullock-hide which was black with the excellent curatives of age and constant use. Two thin strands of the tough hide were woven into a single, tapering thing the tip of which was loaded with five small lead pellets cleverly encased in the leather of the thong.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Inspector Wicks and Murat entered the hospital room and quietly stood by the bedside looking down at the apathetic figure and seemingly weightless form that lay under the covers. The vacant sightless eyes in the ghastly pale face were focused upward in a death like staring.
The English Inspector gently lifted the girl's limp, inert hand, and held it in his own. In the softest of voices, he addressed himself to the pathetic figure. "We, are your friends, and want only to help you, ... please believe that." Wicks waited, then went on: "We sincerely desire to give you this help, but shall be unable to do so unless you help us." Nothing from the girl. Wciks continued even more gently this time: "What is your name, child?" He waited. "Jacquelline", she finally said in an almost inaudible whisper.
"Umm ... Jacquelline, what a pretty name it tis", Wicks said chidingly, as though cooing to a baby. He held her hand a little more tightly, and ever so softly continued his querring: "Now, dear Jacquelline, can you tell me about the Yellow Beast's boat?".
All at once the girl's face clenched in fear, like a scared child's getting ready to cry. She began to writhe and moan, rolling her head from side to side ... then, in a gasped whisper she emitted the words: "I don't remember."
Immediately, the doctor came forth and said: "Please gentlemen, she is in no condition to talk as yet. I beg you to spare her your interrogations, until she is stronger, and able to cope. Forcing her to talk at this time would only render her catatonically-mute again. It would be an unfortunate setback for all concerned.
Inspectors' Murat and Wicks nodded in agreement, then turned and left the hospital room, leaving the compassionate doctor to attend the hysterically sobbing girl.
Whilst his slave-girls were taking up their positions for the flogging, the Mandarin then walked across to where Christine Fairfax was still stretched erect on tip-toe. Her contorted lips twitched as she struggled to speak when he was close to her, her supplicating eyes strove in vain to catch his glittering look. His member was majestically stiff once more with the stimulus of Tanis's lovely nakedness and the thick stalk of hot gristle swung lewdly with his movements. He kicked a small leather pouffe into position near Christine's naked feet and sat down, his eyes fixed upon the scene before him. Without taking his eyes from the daughter's shuddering nakedness, gloating lasciviously on the pretty spectacle of her firm breasts hanging pendantly from her sagging torso, he reached up with one hand and thrust his fingers deep into the mother's fleshy orifice. She quivered with the shock of the crude and ruthless violation but could do nothing to evade it as she strove to stay erect on her aching toes. His fingers moved inside her like powerful springs, twisting and churning in all directions as he stretched the springy softness of her dry vagina.
"Give her two cuts each," he called to the waiting slave-girls who were holding their whips high in readiness to strike. "Attend to her thighs and the lower parts of her buttocks Meia. You look after the upper parts of her bottom, Sweet- Breasted and also the full length of her back."
He had no sooner uttered the words than both thongs swept hissingly downwards.
WEEEEEEESSSSSSSHHHHHHH!! ..
THUCK!!....SWEEESSSHHHH!!
In perfect harmony the two thongs bit with savage fury into the girl's white flesh. Sch screamed insanely as the raw, stinging fire sizzled across her shoulders and the lower parts of her out-spread thighs simultaneously. As if etched by the point of an invisible stylus two vivid streaks of bright scarlet appeared upon her snowy flesh and immediately began to ooze tiny streaks of blood.
........Arrr-rrr-rrr-rrrrrrhhhh!!" The hellish, scalding pain in her lacerated flesh almost drove Tanis insane. It was unbearable in its biting sharpness. Most ghastly of all was the horrible tearing sensation she seemed to feel in her flesh as the leather-covered pellets at the ends of both lashes swept jaggedly along the furrows scored by the thongs and stripped particles of skin and flesh away.
WEEEEEESSSSSSHHHHHH!!....
THUCK!!.....WEEEESSSHHHH!!
THUCK!
Warming to their task, the two slave-girls swept the whistling lashes through the air in a steady rhythm and with every ounce of strength behind each cunning cut. The prostrate body shuddered and jerked under the impact of the double cuts, trembled like a taut-strung wire as the pelleted tips of the whips were dragged free along the oozing crismson streaks made by the tough leather. Tanis's state bordered on that of raving lunacy as her delicate flesh was scored stingingly, burningly by the pitiless leather. Her cries became hoarse and choking, like a madwoman in the grip of fever, she babbled and shouted, moaned and shrieked with agony each time the vicious lashes whistled down onto her defenceless body and cut their scarlet ribbons of evil loveliness across the tender flesh.
WEEEEEESSSSSSHHHHHH!!....
THUCK!!.....WEEESSSSHHM....
THUCK!!
"Have pity upon her ... my poor daughter ... ohh ... for God's sake ... I beg of you ... spare her ... Oh! My God she's bleeding! ... She's BLEEDING! ... You're ... My God ... my daughter ... you're murdering her!"
Christine Fairfax forced the agonized words from her constricted throat under the tremendous stress of her emotions as she saw the vicious lashes sweeping, hissing, biting savagely onto her daughter's pliant body. Her frenzy reached its pitch of hysterical wildness as soon as she saw the thin lines of scarlet which trickled down the girls side from the bleeding weals that had been slashed across her shoulders and back. Calmly ignoring the demented out-cires, the Mandarin continued to frig the shrieking woman with his embedded fingers, his sadistic excitements concentrated wholly upon the frightful scene of torment being enacted in the centre of the big state-room.
Reduced to a state of raving idiocy, denied the blissful oblivion of unconsciousness for the moment Tanis continued to endure the relentless procession of scalding, biting cuts from the twin lashes which were working towards each other along the length of her helpless nakedness. Like a bizarre and terrible parody of a zebra's stripes, the livid scarlet weals multiplied upon her quaking flesh. From the shoulders to the base of her spine in one direction and from just above the backs of her knees to the under-curves of her pouting young buttocks in the other, the brilliant streaks against the milky pallor of her fair skin. Only her bottom remained untouched but before the hissing thongs had reached this, her agony reached its climax, becoming intolerable, unbearable in its corrosive, blistering violence. The white-hot pain seemed to bite through her flesh and gnaw at her very bones until she could sustain it no longer. With a last shivered shriek of inhuman torment, she fainted. The hellish hymn of brute savagery ended as both lashes hissed slicingly over the twin apexes of the girl's bottom and slit the last four channels of glistening crimson. Panting for breath, their blue trousers and jackets stained darkly with patches of sweat, the two slave-girls lowered their fiendish instruments for the last time. The Mandarin's eyes blazed with satisfaction as he rose to his feet, plucking his fingers roughly out of Christine's aching vagina and ignoring the moaning, semi-conscious wretch as he strode over to survey the full effects of the floggings.
"You have done exceptionally well, my children," he exclaimed delightedly as his eyes noted every gory detail of the spread-eagled girl's tortures. After several minutes of gloating over the awful spectacle, he glanced down at the rampant stalk of his prick and smiled. Striding around to the unconscious girl's feet, he walked up between the outspread thighs with their fantastic garters of sliced skin and blood. The slave-girls dropped their whips to the floor and stationed themselves ready, one on each side of the nude, bleeding body of the girl at the point where her firm, lacerated thighs angled out sharply along the narrow lower arms of the "X". They stared watchfully, ever attentive for the slightest sign that their services might be required, as the Mandarin slowly flexed the loose skin of his prick right back. The naked glans bulged out looking like an obscene and over-sized glace-cherry. Grasping his swollen prick with one hand he stretched forth the other to press his fingers experimentally into the soft moistness of the girl's crotch She lay inert, gave no sign of feeling anything as he felt the delicately furled lips of her cunt and stroked them apart for a moment. Then his fingers trailed upwards, brushing through the light growth of silky, golden hairs which flowered vagrantly in the crevices of the flesh until he felt the slight indentation of her anus with its rosy-brown pleats of skin. He grunted with satisfaction and pushed closer to her. She was elevated at exactly the right height for him and he needed only to lever the rigid shaft of his member forward to be able to push it against the puckered little hole marked by his fingertip.
For several moments, grunting and panting, he strove unsuccessfully to lodge the tip of his brutal penis inside the dainty young anus. Meia and Sweet-Breasted gently and unobtrusively ventured to try and aid him by taking one firm buttock each with both hands and then dragging the springy globes well away from each other. This maneuver exposed the tempting target without in any way stretching it open for him. His previous mood of joviality began to desert him as he pushed savagely against the stubbornly yielding aperture and failed to stretch it sufficiently for his purpose.
The slave-girls watched his efforts for some time and their eyes softened sympathetically as they sensed his frustration in being denied the pleasures he had been anticipating so keenly. Heedless of any pain which they might be inflicting upon the helpless girl as they gripped her lacerated and bleeding bottom, their fingers splotched already with her warm blood, they strove to pry her buttocks even farther apart and succeeded to some extent. But not enough!
"She's-unbelievably-small-here," the Mandarin panted, his anger mounting rapidly now.
"Master, if your humble slave may make such a-suggestion," Meia exclaimed suddenly. "Perhaps if you were to wet your honourable flesh with the unworthy blood from her thighs it might make the task of entering her much easier ... and quicker."
The Mandarin's angry features relaxed into a wide smile which the dangling black moustache rendered positively wolfish. The slave-girl flushed with pleasure as her master complimented her on her feminine wisdom and watched intently as he rubbed the head of his swollen penis along the quivering inside of Tanis's blood-stained thigh. Fresh and warm, the blood coated the outside glans like a thick lacquer which he smoothed liberally over the smooth dome with the tip of his sinewy finger.
He turned to his prey once more and the girls watched with baited breath as, his eyes alight with excitement, he carefully pressed the blood-coated bulb against the muscular aperture which they exposed for him. A hard jab of his loins drew a smothered gasp of triumph and pleasure from him whilst the slave-girls literally trembled with delight as his glans squeezed easily into the tight orifice. Breathing hard, he clamped his hands over the outsides of her widespread thighs and stabbed his hairy loins forward again with a powerful lunge. Almost half the length of his member slid easily into the fleshy sheath. A hoarse cry of animal ecstasy burst from him and he thrust at the unconscious girl again. Whilst the slave-girls smiled as though they themselves were experiencing it, the Mandarin urged the full length of his prick into Tanis' back passage. Without pausing he pulled back once more until only the plum-like gland was gripped by the constricting ring of the sphincter muscles. Then he rammed forward once more till the whole length of his tremendous weapon was engulfed. Back and forward his big hard muscles moved as his stiffness pistoned back and forth until a climax was reached and the copious flood of his semen flooded into the violently dilated passage.
CHAPTER NINE
The "Kwan-Yin" slipped quietly through the Straits of Gibralter under cover of night and headed out into the Atlantic. Although the furor had died down on shore, the top officers of the Surete were working tirelessly to locate the missing guests. But they had no clues from the beginning but they were certain that they had been kidnapped. As this seemed the most likely reason, they cast their dragnet beyond the shores of France.
* * *
"My slaves inform me that when they waited on you this morning, dear ladies, you BOTH abused my good name. Is that so?"
"Is that so? How I wish to God I was a man, you fiendish inhuman beast. YOU should be flogged for what our daughters have suffered at your hands.
The speaker was Valerie Balmaine. Her face, even when distorted by loathing and fury, had a classical loveliness. Her hair was a deep red and was immaculately dressed, despite the ravages of the last few days.
The Mandarin's eyes flashed a brief message to Sweet-Breasted who was standing behind the two English women with her sister. She left the cabin noiselessly, unnoticed by Mrs. Fairfax or Mrs. Balmaine. Very coldly the Mandarin said: "Very well. At least I have to thank you for being so frank with me."
"Frank with you...!" Valerie exploded, but he carried on as though she had not interrupted.
"You seem to imagine Mrs. Balmaine, that nothing can be more hurtful, more shameful, or more humiliating for a pretty girl or a mature woman to be whipped on her bare skin and to receive the thrusts of a male member in her back passage."
Christine Fairfax went scarlet, and Valerie could only mutter a shocked'ohh!'
"If this be so, then it would be well for me to punish you by submitting you to the same treatment."
"Yo. ... you!. ... Oh. ... You devil!" gasped Christine knowing that the threat was no idle one. But Valerie wasted no time with verbal protests or supplications for leniency. She sprang round the edge of the broad desk, her eyes filled with hatred and loathing.
The Mandarin was not quick e-nough, and her hands gripped him about the neck in a desperate fury. Maie sprang to her master's aid but Christine, her fear of the Mandarin paralyzing her and rooting her to the spot, only covered her face and started to weep. The three heaving bodies struggled about the chair on which sat the Chinaman. Valerie's hatred bred untold strength, and as they continued to roll and heave, the cabin door burst open and in rushed two Chinamen.
They dragged Valerie off the Mandarin, who sat gently massaging his bruised neck. Screaming and struggling they pulled her roughly to one side. At this moment Sweet-Breasted entered and taking in the scene at a glance ran to her sister with clenched fists and whispered something. She then ran to a drawer and poured a brandy for the Mandarin and gave it to Maie to serve. She then slipped quietly from the room again. Valerie was still fighting and screaming held in the grip of the muscular young seamen. Christine, sobbing tearfully, watched them straining to check Valerie and she could only wonder at the outcome of this suicidal attempt on the Mandarin.
She was not kept waiting long!
The Mandarin drew his chair closer to the desk. Maie stood behind him venom in her eyes. The ferocious expression on the Mandarin's face, the ugly brooding savagery in his eyes presaged considerable unpleasantness for his victims.
"A foolish attempt, dear lady." he said at last, his voice edged with menace. "I am not a murderer so you need not fear death as your punishment. But. ... you will soon feel that death would have been more pleasant than the things you will shortly experience."
Valerie, still berserk with fury, paid little heed to him, but Christine paled at his words. She cringed and shrieked with horror as his eyes fixed themselves on her.
"You are equally quilty, dear lady," he hissed. "You will be flogged without mercy on your naked bottom, after which, you will be fucked as your pretty daughter was. Don't cry out in modest protestation at my words. You are not hearing the word 'fuck' for the first time and you know well it's meaning. These two excellent seamen will have the pleasure of flogging you and fucking you. They are very healthy and well equipped with masculine essentials ... as you will soon find out. So dear ladies, you can look forward to the wetting of your buttocks with blood, and your passage with the juice from these strong male loins...."
Christine was beside herself with horror. She flung herself forward, wringing her hands in supplication: "Flog us if you want ... but spare us the humiliation of this other outrage....
I beg of you ... spare us that. Let us submit ourselves the natural way ... but spare us this hideous indignity." she screamed.
"Your cunning does not deceive me. You anticipate that a mere bottom-bucking will afford you nothing but pain and discomfort whereas your vagina will afford you much pleasure after the pain of flogging.
Christine collapsed against the desk, her body wracked with sobs. She knew that he was mocking her cruelly and that nothing could save her and Valerie from the frightful agony which awaited them.
The Mandarin rose to his feet and ordered Maie to bring Valerie along. She was dragged in screaming, in the wake of the Mandarin. Christine allowed herself to be led by Maie. She walked as though she were a somnambulist.
CHAPTER TEN
Inspector Wicks sat in attentive silence puffing on his pipe, while Inspector Murat commenced to enfold the story of Jacqueline.
"Her full name is Jacquelline Duchard, the missing daughter of an affluent silk merchant; Jean Louis Duchard, now deceased.
She was abducted from the convent school in La Luc three years ago at the age of fourteen, where she was left in trust by her father. He was, (fortunately), killed in an air-crash enroute to Hong Kong on a business trip, two days after the girl had entered the convent school.
She has no recollection of her mother who died in child-birthing. She was raised and cared for by a loyal housekeeper, employed by the father at the time of his wife's death, when Jacquelline was just a mere infant.
She was privately tutored for ten years within the luxurious confines of her father's house, up until the time the housekeeper, Miss Helene Auchen-field moved by, and through filial duty, left the Duchard household to return to her native village in Lucerne, where her father lay dying. It was this ironic turn of events that persauded Duchard to entrust his daughter's welfare and further education into the hands of the nuns at La Luc.
On the day of the abduction ... and just before the ritual supper hour, the girl took herself off into the far recesses of the convent garden where she attempted to consolidate a bouquet of flowers which was intended as a surprise birthday- presentation for the Reverend Mother. She informed no one of her intentions, as it was a complete spontaneous act on her part. When she did not appear at her usual place in the supper hall that night, the Reverend Mother immediately informed the police authorities of the unusual incident, and the fact that she was nowhere to be found.
Today, I learned that an investigation was made and supposedly pursued for some many months later, by the La Luc Prefecturie. They claim that the entire endeavor proved fruitless and unsucessful.
In my opinion, I would say, the whole investigation was handled most deplorably, or as you English would say; 'bungled' he declared, half-smiling and shaking his head.
Not wanting to digress, Murat continued on. "As for the modu-operandi, dear Robert, the girl was apparently seized from behind and chloroformed, whilst intently engaged in the business of gathering her bouquet.
Some hours later, upon awakening from the anesthesized induced sleep, Jacquelline had found herself lying on a bunk bed within the confines of a ship's cabin. The door and porthole were securely locked. She screamed and pounded on the door in hysterical fear, but to no avail ... no one came.
Some time later, she heard the cabin door unlock, admitting two young Chinese women. They were beautifully formed, though half naked. Their facial beauty could not be ascertained as it was lost in the sinister leering expressions they wore.
They advanced, and forced their bodies against hers onto the bed, where, they injected her with a tranquilizing aphrodisiac rendering her limp and non- resistive. In her semiconscious stupor Jacquelline heard them say, "She is ready ... we can begin."
Dragging her bodily, they brought her into a Salon de Toilette, where they stripped her bare. They lay her on a long table and commenced to exam and explore every part. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out of her mouth. Again they spoke, and she head them say: "Our illustrious master want absolute certification of your virginity, sweet plum, and we must do as we are told."
"To digress again for an instant, dear Wicks, it is important to comprehend and envision the cunning machinations of our fiendish Mandarin's mind."
You see, he craves only those pure undeflowered maidens who are without kith, kin, or family, solely on the premise that they are physically weak, frightened and friendless, and that these poor mites can be easily indoctrinated and trained in accordance with his perverted sense of needs and desires. A few whippings, (at the start), a little starvation ... some glasses of champagne ... 10 or 15 centimetres of Nebu-Serpin injections, and poof ... it is all over ... complete submissiveness from his victim." The English Inspector's eyes narrowed as though seeing the vision of chaos for himself.
Inspector Murat relit his cigar and continued on with the story:
"After Jacquelline had been examined and lewdly molested by the two slave girls, she was then bathed, scrubbed, and carefully anointed with myriad parfums and oils.
She pleaded with them to tell her where she was, and what was going to happen. They snickered tauntingly, and their only response was, "All in due time, you will know, cherie."
The only garment swathing her body was a gossamery-opaque sari, which readily revealed the beautiful naked figure, beneath it. Once more they directed words to her: "You are now in readiness to be presented to our venerable master, sweet morsel."
Thusly, they led her down into the deep winding corridors of the boat, into a huge and sumptously furnished room.
Perched on top a satin and silk bedecked divan, sat the semi-naked, formidable looking Mandarin.
"Sacre bleu," hissed Murat, the horrendous happenings, and the beastly' transgression that took place in that chamber, dear Wicks, I shall let you hear now, for yourself."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The procession entered the big stateroom where Tanis had been ravaged and put to shame. Sweet-Breasted was already there. The Mandarin smiled at her in satisfaction saying' "You and your sister are invaluable to me, my dear. How well you anticipate my needs in every circumstance. You have prepared things well."
The girls smiled at him with great pleasure. At opposite ends of the long stateroom she had set up a contraption built of stout timbers. The main part was a wooden wall four feet in length, about waist high, which sloped backwards. Two plain iron brackets jutted from the wood about three feet apart. Above the sloping part was quilted satin from each side of which projected a three-foot arm.
The two seamen, at a word from the Mandarin, began to tear off Valerie's clothing. They performed their task with ruthless efficiency despite the frenzied contortions of the woman. Maie was told to do the same with Christine. Her task was easy as Christine appeared to be stunned and her eyes held a vacant expression.
Valerie, now stark naked, presented an alluring spectacle. The Mandarin's cruel eyes appraised her mature feminine beauty. She was almost statuesque in the voluptuous proportions. Her haunches looked white and heavy, but gloriously firm. They swayed and jerked as she writhed in the grip of the two seamen and the long smooth line of her back twisted and arched with a sensuous grace. Her breasts were big and firm. There was no sagging to spoil the mouth-watering lusciousness of their roundness. They swung and shuddered. The nipples were pale against the white surface of the mounds, as she struggled like a trapped animal. What most attracted the Mandarin was the luxuriant chevron of glinting red curls which filled the soft hollow between the thighs and the belly. Like a rare orchid, the thick fluffy triangle stood out as though she had only just this minute swept a stiff brush through it. The silky hairs shimmered and the "mouth like" slit of her feminine furrow was clearly discernible.
"Exquisite creatures, aren't they?" said the Mandarin. "I had wondered till now about the genuineness of her colouring. As you suggest, by the look of her colouring the older one is passionate and is able to give and receive the keenest enjoyment. We shall now test for accuracy and the warmth of her temperament. She wastes such wonderful energy in futile resistance."
Valerie's resistance was futile. At a word of command both she and Christine were led to each of the contraptions. The red-haired woman shrieked and struggled as the two brawny men held and strapped her to the two iron brackets which projected from the wall. As they dragged her legs wide apart to buckle them, the two young men were given glimpses of the captive's delicate underparts, the slightly gaping furrow of her cunt, and the shadowed groove of her buttocks with the silky fringe of hairs. With her legs buckled at the knees, her thighs sloped forwards and inwards at a sharp angle so that the buttocks jutted out more than ever. They made her lean forwards until her breasts overhung the wall of satin, then dragged her arms apart and strapped them tightly to the two clamps which were on each side of the quilt. The Mandarin inspected the tied victims and drew insane shrieks from Valerie as he swept his hands caressingly over the tautness of her satin-smooth buttocks. She shrieked even louder as he pressed at her warm bottom with his naked rampant phallus, whilst his hands slipped to the front of her body and his fingers probed the moist arch of her outspread thighs. He fondled the lips of her cunt and drew the firm soft flesh well apart and teased her clitoris with his finger.
"You swine ... You filthy, dirty swine ... Oh, leave me alone. Take your stinking hands away!" she yelled. She could do nothing to protect her genitals from his lascivious fondling. Her arms were strapped so tightly that she could not even move her shapely shoulders. Her knees tight against the wall prevented her from moving her hips.
The two young seamen stood quietly to one side as they watched their employer inspecting the two women. They were eager to start playing the roles for which they had been previously briefed.
"The red-haired one has a beautiful arse, Yuch-lang. Nice and heavy. A GOOD FISTFUL for grabbing when you get stuck up the front. But I don't think she will be testing us that way today. Can't see her arse-hole yet, but I bet she has never had it that way before. She's still a virgin after giving birth to four daughters." They both laughed.
"It's true, Shi-nang, that these women were made for bottom-fucking. They have more to dig into than our women. I'm hoping that I will get the dark one. Black hair on that white skin gives me the urge to go on poking forever."
At this point the Mandarin came to them smiling broadly. "They are ready for you now. Maie will give you the whips. You will thrash them as you feel inclined. You have every freedom. I only insist that you inflict on them as much pain and indignity as possible. Shed your coverings before you commence. There is no need for modesty. The more their delicate sensibilities are outraged the better it will please me."
Sweet-Breasted and Maie giggled and nudged each other with delight as they watched the two seamen step out of their dungaree pants and stand erect clad only in their rubber-soled sandals. Like young gods, they held their muscular, well-proportioned bodies straight so that the excited emblems of their manhood stood out in arched fury from their lithe loins. The Mandarin smiled, his eyes slitted as he noted the violence of their erections and visualized the sturdy pricks burrowing into the arses of the two genteel Englishwomen. At a gesture from their master, the two slave-girls came forward and each handed the naked young seamen a heavy whip made from plaited rope and coated with a glazing of tar. Another gesture from the Mandarin sent the two naked seamen to their respective places.
Valerie Balmaine had exhausted herself by this time. She could only sob hoarsely, the length of her bowed white body shuddering with the force of her convulsive sobs. Christine was quite silent, only the incessant quiverings of her outspread legs telling of the hideous fear which paralyzed her. Both women remained blissfully ignorant of the close proximity of her nude and muscular torturer, the seamen tensing themselves on the balls of their feet as they swung the crude whips back over their shoulders. They exchanged quick glances and then, simultaneously, the plaited roping hissed like striking gongs through the air to smite the soft white flesh with a heavy thud.
Christine groaned as her nude body quivered under the impact of the blow. For the moment she was past screaming in pain and only bit hard on her lower lip as the hot pain seared her skin. Valerie was galvanized into a fresh outburst of shrieks punctuated with inarticulate words of hatred and abuse, as her voluptuous buttocks bounced shiveringly to the crashing impact of the rope.
WOOOSSSHHH! ... THUD!! WOSSSHHHM ... THUD!!
The brawny young arms rose and fell with a fluid easiness, pounding the heavy plaited ropes up and down in a steady remorseless rhythm so that the soft white flesh of the two belaboured bottoms swiftly began to glow with a deep rose tint. Valerie howled frantically as th hot pain rapidly increased in intensity. Like fangs of white-hot flame gnawing at her sensitive skin, the burning agony spread rapidly all over the glossy contours of her buttocks. She struggled frantically to wrest her trapped arms free of the straps which held them immovably in position. Her thighs stiffened tautly and the muscles in her shapely white calves stood out in sharp relief under the smooth skin as she tried to burst free of the straps holding her knees against the brackets.
Violently excited by the feel of the soft woman-flesh yielding spring-ily to the weight of the plaited ropes, the two seamen struck harder and faster, back and forth, shoulder muscles writhing and rippling under the dark skin as their naked torsos swayed back and forth from the waist at the delivery of each blow.
Christine Fairfax swallowed the cries of anguish which rose to her lips every few seconds. Having been flogged before, though much less severely than now, she knew that the most heart-rending shrieks were of no avail. She preferred to try and conserve her strength for the hideous ordeal that was to come after and which she couldn't bear to think about.
WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!!
Both white bottoms were now a vivid crimson all over as if blushing under the lustful gazes of the two seamen. They quivered and bounced at each jarring blow of the ropes and seemed to spread apart so as to expose the sweet intimacies hidden away beneath their concave curves. The repeated glimpses, intensely stimulating in their teasing brevity, of their victims' genitals still further . exacerbated the animal lusts of the two seamen.
-now. Perhaps-they-desire-titillation-on-more-sensitive-parts," Shih-niang called pantingly to his companion. Yuch-lang gleaming back nodding his sleek black head, white teeth gleaming.
"So-have-I-noticed. Here-is-a-lover-to-give-my-beauty-what-she-wants," and his muscular arm altered direction as it descended, twisting over so that the heavy rope sliced viciously up into the dark and secret arch of Christine's vulnerable crotch. The coarse, heavy rope bit savagely into the softness of the fleshy recess. The firm lips of the vulva spread squashily so that th fibrous roughness of the smiting rope bit agonizingly into the sensitive membrane of the interior. Chrisine's self-enforced discipline deserted her as her brain reeled under the excruciating fury of bruising pain which exploded between her thighs. She screamed with all the breath in her lungs, tried to wedge her thighs together to get the swollen vulva covered with a protecting, layer of flesh but was unable to do so.
Savagely aroused by the sight of his companion's method of assault and by the effects which it produced, Shih-niang proceeded to emulate the example. It was the turn of Valerie to suffer the pitiless shocking slash of the plaited rope smacking neatly only the undercarve of her vulva. She shrieked and howled in a frenzy of torment, fighting furiously to try and free her wrists and protect the tender softness of her crotch.
The Mandarin's cruel eyes contemplated the scene with gloating pleasure. Maie and Sweet-Breasted were standing on each side of him now and they had opened the fly of the white drill trousers he was wearing. Whilst Maie delicately manipulated the great shaft of his penis with her skillful little fingers, her sister was stroking and dandling the pendant weight of his balls. Without interrupting her caresses of her master's virility, Maie watched Valerie suffer the swinging blow of the rope on her vulva with a look of spiteful and vengeful delight. If she'd been allowed to have her way, Maie would have seen to it that the red-haired Englishwoman received every blow of the plaited rope between her shapely thighs and her genitals would have been reduced to a bleeding pulp.
WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!!
Plied with relentless rhythm and precision, the pounding whips slammed onto the feminine bottoms until their selfish fear of flogging the wretched women into insensibility before they had been bottom fucked caused the sweating flagellators to desist.
"Though I should be happy enough to strip the skin from my beauty's backside with this playful little rope, I want her to stay fully conscious in order that she may feel my tool going into her pretty little bottom-hole," Yuch-lang panted as he lowered his whip rather regretfully.
His companion nodded agreement and they stood still for a few moments, regaining their breath and allowing their weeping, outraged victims time in which to add to their mental torment by the harrowing suspense of waiting for the bestial assault which they must surely guess this halt in their torturing to presage.
Dropping their whips to the floor they finally closed in upon their defenseless victims, their bone-hard members primed ready for action with the loose skin fleeced right back from the scarlet knob-like heads by the violent, natural distension of the brutal looking columns. Pressing the stinging, glowing cheeks of Christine's buttocks apart with callous hands, Shih-niang pushed the tip of his member against the wrinkled little bud of her anus. Yuch-lang's swollen glans pressed urgently upon the pleated, rosy-brown aperture which he had laid naked between Valerie's voluptuous bottom-cheeks. Both women screamed and cried out in unison as they felt the hideous contact which heralded the commencement of their degrading violation. The muscles of their thighs, haunches, back and shoulders strained in convulsive spasms as they struggled impotently against their straps.
Valerie screamed dementedly. For the moment, as with her sister, the gnawing, throbbing agony in her lacerated crotch was almost forgotten. She was conscious only of the hot animal smoothness prodding lewdly at the entrance of her back- passage and the sensation was one which brought her to the verge of fainting with shame, embarrassment and furious, though impotent rage.
Christine's outcries, in contrast with the volume of her sister's, were no more than whimpering moans of shamefaced protest as she felt herself being violated in a manner which was wholly new to her.
"Indeed, this beauty of mine behaves like an ignorant virgin on her wedding- night," Yuch-lang chuckled as he pushed harder against Valerie's slowly yielding aperture. Her head tossed wildly so that the flaming mane of her red hair sprayed in loose waves over and around her shapely bare shoulders whilst her piercing cries and anguished protests increased. Her ravisher was digging violently at her now, spreading her buttocks well apart so that he cold see the way in which his bloated glans flattened the small anal orifice so that the wrinkles around its softness smoothed away.
"My God! OH! OHHHH!!!! ... Whip me! ... thrash me to death, but not this ... ARRRHHH!!!" Valerie screamed as she felt the muscular ring of her anus dilating under the fierce pressure that was being exerted upon it. Stabbing pain flashed through her as she was stretched wider and wider with the gradual penetration of the swollen knob. Both of them howled in the berserk anguish of their mingled agony and shame, struggling piteously to writhe their tormented bottoms out of range of their ravishers relentless stiffnesses. For them both, there was the additional torture of their smarting bottoms being gripped with merciless strength, coarse-fleshed fingers rasping upon the glowing rosy skin which stung as venomously as if it had been pricked by countless millions of thorns.
Little by little, only a fraction of an inch at a time, the women were impaled upon the rigid members. Soon they could both feel the tickling caress of their ravishers' pubic bristles against their smarting flesh whilst the distended rings of the sphincter muscles formed a fiercely gripping ring around the root of each prick. Grunting with satisfaction, the young seamen urged themselves still closer to the moaning, squirming women, then transferred their grip to the supple hips as they began to lunge their sweating loins backwards and forwards in the lewd motions of copulation. Because their furious lusts had been sustaind at the highest pitch of excitement of some time, both ravishers needed only a few savage thrusts to bring on the climax. They made no effort to protract their pleasure, and were content to spend themselves copiously then and there, content in the certain knowledge that they were free to indulge themselves again whenever the fancy took them.
The women howled and shrieked, their suffering bodies shivering convulsively, as they felt their bowels being inundated by powerful gushes of hot semen. The tight, encircling grip of the anal muscles tended to squeeze the throbbing members in such a way that the spunk shot out in swift, short spurts of high velocity so that the fertile juices seemed to be jetting deep into the tight passages. When their ordeal was over and their smarting back-passages were at last empty of everything but the hot stickiness of male sperm, both hapless women were overcome with shame, disgust and humiliation and wept heart-brokenly.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Inspector Murat placed the recorder on top of his desk and clicked the "on" button. Jacqueline's voice came out: "I stood before the Yellow Beast with all the courage I could muster up within me."
His hot leering grin was beyond worldly description, and his heavily mottled face was like crumpled parchment, scored with deep savage lines. The eyes were as black as antimony. One could not look into those eyes without being alerted to the danger that lie behind them. Hair ran from his throat over his powerful chest, down to his loins. Hair on his back, on his arms ... to his finger tips. The sight of him was repugnant and unbearable.
He clapped his hands and instantaneously I was stripped bare. The beast sat motionless for several seconds, relishing with his lustful eyes my virginal nakedness. I endeavored to cover my face with my hands ... sobbing unceasingly out of shame and despair. My mortification increased a thousand-fold when I realized that the two girls stood by in silent approval, devoid of all compassion and concern ... enjoying my torment.
Another clapping command, and I was dragged to the divan and ordered to lay down on my back.
As I lay there in frozen horror, he gestured for the girls to leave. They did so most petulantly and disconsolately.
My panic soared as I realized I was now alone with him, and I screamed: "Oh God, dear God, spare me this hell."
The fiend was unmoved by my pleas, and continued leering down at my nakedness.
He then commenced to remove his gold brocaded loin cloth, that covered his genitals, and in a menacing hoarse whisper said: "Relax, sweet plum, I wish only to unite my illustrious self with your succulent parts, and in doing so, will choose those ecstatic acts which pleasure me the most. Like a delightful melody one wishes to hear continuously, so shall we concentrate on each and every ecstatic note in order to replay them over, and over ... and over again.
I screamed until my lungs were at the bursting point and ran from the bed.
His horrendous naked body lumbered slowly across the room to where I stooped cringing and sobbing in a corner. He seized me by the hair with his powerful long arm dragging me across the room, then hurled me back onto the bed.
He removed something from a drawer, and within a second my mouth was taped shut by an adhesive strip. He stood there cackling and roaring with laughter: "Now, my sweet morsel, I command your undivided attention whilst I explain to you the delights of the flesh."
Very methodically he began to explain and illustrate how the penis worked, and what was most desirable to a man. He showed me the foreskin and the head of his penis, and then with just the finger and thumb of his hand, he showed me how to move the skin back and forth in order for a man to derive great excitation and stimuli.
He went on to explain about the clitoris, and how it was the focal point of excitation within the vagina...."the delectable bud," he said, "which blossoms to ecstatic bursting if nurtured and manipulated properly-"
He reached over and stroked my public hair and the area surrounding it. At his touch, I writhed and flailed my body in maddening agony, begging him with my eyes to desist. Once more his fiendish laughter filled the room, and he reached into the drawer and extracted a hypodermic syringe.
I prayed fervently that I could die, or at least faint, but also that did not happen.
He straddled my body like a mule, and all at once I felt the needle's homing thrust penetrate deep into my arm. Moments later a peculiar feeling took hold of me, as though I were floating off into space ... like a cloudy emanation of the actual me.
I barely heard his hissing utterances: "Ah so, sweet morsel, me-thinks you've had enough verbal instruction for the now. Albeit, it is time for teacher and pupil to put into action that which I so zealously taught you."
I heard the terrifying words spoken, but could no longer react to them one way or the other. I was devoid of all emotion as I lay there conscious, but inert. I was floating aimlessly around in some netherworld ... in a state of sweet euphoria, unbeknownst to me. All fear had been repressed from my mind which rendered my body limp and malleable.
At this point, Jacqueline's voice became hushed and strained, and the words that followed were barely audible to the listener:
"You see, M'sieur Inspector, I was no Joan de Arc. I did not have the kind of spartan-grit that makes martyrs and saints out of women. I wanted to live, no matter what the cost. Oh yes, I learned well the meaning of survival and though I was filled with hate and revulsion over the existence I had been thrust into, I developed an armor of apathy-an acceptance-attitude born out of the uncompromising hell I was caught up in.
The Mandarin produced his rod in all of its rigid glory, and I felt it pleading for entrance between my tightly knitted thighs.
I half rose to free myself from his powerful grasp, but to no avail. My feeble efforts were thwarted and futile.
He threw me down again with brute force, spreading wide my cunt lips with his deft fingers, and then proceeded to inject his huge, rigid member into my cloistered vagina. With a hard-homing thrust he had severed the membrane. It was as though all the demons of hell were let loose to ravage my insides.
I was overcome with agonizing pain as his shaft plunged deeper into my vagina ... up to its roots. I trembled and sobbed, and finally cried out in abject pain, and horror, pleading him to stop. He thrusted, and pushed, and gyrated till fur met fur. Unceasingly, his foraging continued and I began to experience a delicious, earthshaking sense, of pain and pleasure. It swept over me and encompassed every nerve in my body.
He continued to drill unrelentlessly, and as I lay there writhing, and questing for something more unknown to me, I felt the slushing of his hot spear's moisture, and the fire which began to rage within my brain, burn brightly.
I found his rhythm, and began to raise and lower my loins in convulsive undulations and gyrations, to match his. Unaware of doing so; I found I had entwined my legs around his neck which enhanced his passions, and increased his maddening pace a thousand-fold. The sighs of his pleasure were surprisingly echoed by my own.
He darted his hot tongue into my mouth and I found myself sucking his lips voraciously.
Once more, his all knowing rod reached the haven it sought. I sensed his enjoyment over the perfected tightness of my cloistered cunt, and his shaft grew bolder and stiffer. As he countenanced my growing pleasure, he suddenly withdrew his stallion's prick from my plumb-hole, and set back on top of me grinning lewdly, and roaring with laughter.
I began to cry hysterically, to kick, and to writhe in shameful need. His shaft was now in a state of montrous erection, and he begun to prod and slap it between my thighs. He cackled in delight.
I could barely take my eyes from that powerful yellow-pink prick head, which was twitching and jerking like an asp-snake.
I longed to hold it, to touch it, to plunge it's full length back into me, and feel its powerful flesh grind away at my insides.
His strong arms raised my body up until my breasts were in line with his mouth. He commenced to take the whole of one aureole and nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting on it, in profuse pleasure. The consuming fires of passion seared through my loins, and involuntarily I sought with my fingers the throbbing clitoris within me, and thus began to masturbate myself.
He pulled my hand away when he observed that I was reaching the point of self- induced orgasm. "Ah, no, my sweet," he said, "not now. ... not now, all in due time shall your sweet cunt-hole know the effusing ecstasy of orgams." He lunged me back again, and I lay moaning and twisting my frustrated-wracked body.
The gnawing hunger grew steadily within me, and he sensed this. I was completely in his power now, anything he would ask; I would do.
Again I felt his rampaging shaft go up, and into me, and I cried out in the delicious pain and pleasure it brought.
He rode me even more strongly than before, and I undulated slowly and needingly, like a statue slowly thawing into flesh.
His long, thick member suited my deeplying uterus and elongated vagina more than satisfactorly, thus filling the expanse of my cunt with its whole extension.
Once more, the maddening pace of his undulating gyrations began, and I found myself squirming frantically in delight on the pivotal point of his grinding potard. I lay gasping for breath, overcome by the throbbing pulsations going on within me. My womb juices were begging for release, and my maiden's cunt which was an inferno of hot burning flesh, began to experience the "never-before- known" ecstasy of pre-orgasm.
All at once, the creamy viands of my cunt-hole began to trickle and co-mingle with the hot seminal lave that came gushing out of his volcanic member. He was panting and salivating, and the spittle ran down from his mouth onto my breast. I felt the oncoming riotous crises of his pleasure begin to take hold, and his thick milk, spill copiously into my cunt's cavern.
I lay there, with the stallion's thick drippings running down my loins while he continued to grind away inside me in staccato-like thrusts, and jerking spasms.
Then suddenly from my raw and tender orifice came my own convulsive spasms along with the hot juices of orgasm, which I rode through till the very end, shreiking out in delight.
The delicious spendings, and the pungent odor of fulfillment, permeated the entire room. I lay back limp and exhausted.
He raised his huge bulk from the divan, and stood grinning down at me-all knowing, while rubbing and kneading the massive muscles of his chest.
My face flushed a fiery red, and I turned my head away from his sinister leering gaze. His explosive laughter, filled every corner of the room. "Ah, sweet plucked plum ... you are now a sweet fucked plum ... I dare say, you will turn out to be my prize pupil, yet. There are more goodies to come, sweet morsel....much more, all in due time.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Far from being appeased by this indulgence of their animal passions, the two seamen were seized by a renewal of their passion. Once more the plaited ropes swung stingingly through the air and thudded onto the desecrated buttocks so that the anguished victims almost fainting by this time, were subjected to a new assualt of naked viciousness.
The Mandarin and the slave-girls had witnessed the bottom-fucking of the Englishwomen without so much as a twinge of compassion. On the contrary the whole scene had inflamed his senses, and those of the two girls also, to the pitch of madness. As her cool fingers stroked the man's penis, Maie could feel the massive shaft rising to the last millimetre of length and the crimson mount deepened in color as the hot blood rose to it. Both girls were hot and itching between their thighs, their rosy, hairless slits slippery with the moisture of their excitement. Maie shivered as she felt the strong, spasmodic throbbings of her master's huge root.
"My master need a girl," she murmured huskily.
At that moment he was staring at Valerie Balmaine's violate beauty, the buxom white cheeks seeming to expand under the blows of Yuch-lang's whip so that the genital groove could be seen as a red, glistening gash fringed with silky red hairs.
"A girl, my child?" he echoed at last, breathing heavily in his lascivious wildness. "Indeed, there yet remain three sweet fruits which I have not tasted as man tastes woman and two of them are not present at this moment."
"They could be, my master," Sweet-Breasted murmured respectfully, as she looked up from the heavy, hairy sac of his testicles which her cool slim fingers were fondling daintily.
"Perhaps Tanis and Corise, Master?" Maie suggested, obsequiously. "Or the youngest Arlene?"
"Tanis?" The Mandarin was thoughtful for a moment. "I have had the maidenhead of her sweet little bottom but not that of her vagina. Her fairness of hair and skin excites me inordinately. Yes, bring her to me at once. Also, to even things in the matter of relationship between those present for my pleasure, you can bring up Miss Darlene. Having had the maidenhead between her delicate little thighs, it is but carrying proceedings to their logical conclusion to have enjoyment of her rearward parts. Besides that, it will be most interesting and highly amusing to contemplate the respective reactions of both mothers to the sight of a young daughter seeing them in their present situation, and vice versa, of course. Now, bring them to me at once, my children."
He waited impatiently whilst his slave-girls were absent of their errand. Seized by a vicious and perverted impulse to shock and outrage the two girls, with the sudden exposure of his swollen penis at a particularly appropriate moment, he carefully rebuttoned his flies and the stood eyeing the scene before him as the two young seamen continued to ply their whips with unabated savagery whilst the howls and screams of the exhausted, hysterical women filled the big state-room with a hideous cacophony of piercing sound.
Tanis Fairfax was far from being he gay lively young creature of a few days previous, Darlene was wan and hollow-eyed yet still lovely in a haunting way, when the two of them were ushered into the stateroom a few minutes later. Upon catching sight of their respective mothers bound to the whipping walls with two naked seamen flogging lustily away at their crimson bottoms, the girls let out shrieks of horror, frantic at the sight of the maternal sufferings. Both girls struggled vainly to break away from their slave-girl captors and hurl themselves onto the naked flagellators. Weeping and pleading, the girls were hustled over to where the Mandarin was awaiting them.
Upon hearing the sounds of their daughters' voices, both Christine and Valerie struggled weakly to raise their heads in stunned horror only to let them slimp forward again in the awful anguish of despair as they realized their utter helplessness to shield themselves or their daughters from all the various, terrible aspects of this meeting.
No sooner were Tanis and Darlene standing before the Mandarin than they sank to their knees, ingnoring the efforts of the two slave-girls to make then stand upright. Clutching at his legs with supplicating hands the tears streaming down their upturned faces, they began to plead with him to release their mothers. He listened to them with perfect calm, not even bothering to brush away the importunate hands which pulled frantically at his clothing whilst they were pouring forth their semi-hysterical supplications.
"I might possibly feel disposed to grant your wishes dear girls. The discomfort and the embarrassment which your respective mothers are having to endure at this moment; can be terminated the instant you both feel prepared to promise to fulfill such demands as I may choose to make upon you," he said, smiling blandly.
"Anything! Ask anything of us!" they screamed, in unison, their ears ringing with the piercing screams of pain and the heavy thudding of the plaited ropes slamming against the soft flesh. They grovelled more frantically than ever.
"My demands are modest, my dear girls. I ask only that each of you promptly surrenders to me, ready and willingly, the exquisite enjoyment of your maidenhood."
Tanis moaned and buried her face in her hands for a moment whilst Darlene nodded her shapely head in dumb assent.
"I-I-I don't understand, M-master," he latter exclaimed tremulously, blushing scarlet. "I thought you had al-already done w-what you wanted tome?"
"That is quite true, dear girl, of your ... shall we call it your . ... vaginal virginity? You still retain the tender flower of your little bottom-hole and it is that which I desire to take from you when you are willing to submit."
Blushing furiously and with her eyes downcast, the trembling girl didn't hesitate.
"I-I understand, m-master," she whispered. "I-I-I'm wi-willing to le-let you do what you like to m-me," her voice quivered with passion as she added, "if only you will spare Mummy from those terrible brutes."
He nodded, his evil eses already stripping the clothes from her skin. "Very well. You please me by being very sensible about it." He paused to look down at Tanis, crouching at his feet with her face buried in her trembling hands.
"And you, dear Tanis?"
At this moment, Shih-niang chose to send another vicious cut of his whip slicing up into the stinging softness of Christine's underparts. She shrieked like a soul in torment, babbling hoarse pleas in her agony:
"Oh ... Arrrhhh! ... Oh, God. No more ... please! ... Please! ... Arrr-rr-rrhh! ... Have pity on me!"
The sound of her mother's tortured cries caused Tanis to wrench her hands away violently from an ashen, tear-streaked face. She jerked erect on her knees and her clawing hands scrabbled madly at the Mandarin's clothing.
"Do what you like with me! Anything! Anything! I'm your slave ... your slave ... anything ... but for God's sake, stop them ... stop them."
Triumph mingled with lascivious excitement showed upon the brutal yellow face with its burningly dark eyes.
"Shih-liang ... Yuch-lang ... rest awhile until I have tested the sincerity of these two little slaves."
He caught hold of the two girls by the arm and as the naked, sweating seamen let their whips fall to their sides, Tanis and Darlene walked in numbed submissiveness towards the broad expanse of the divan. Maie and her sister followed the three, their dark eyes alert for the slightest sign of violence from Tanis or Darlene.
On reaching the divan the Mandarin seated himself on its foot and lay backwards, burrowing his heavy body comfortably into a supporting nest of silk cushions. Slyly lecherous, his eyes fixed upon the faces of the two trembling girls waiting in dumb submission as his fingers loosened the buttons of his fly. Like a thick monstrous branch of smoothed ivory, round and strongly curved ... the swollen bulb of the glans a hot red which contrasted excitingly with the paleness of the tall shaft, his prick jutted up rigidly from the gaping opening in his trousers. Tanis bit hard on her lower lip and went crimson at the stark revelation of his maleness whilst Darlene, remembering the feel of the brutal thing moving in her virginal sheath, went very pale indeed and her knees shook. They knew better than to look away from the stiff phallus, womanly intuition telling them that it excited him to shock them with such a lewd exposure, and that to frustrate him in his enjoyment would be to invite further pain for themselves and their helpless mothers. The Mandarin was playing with his member now as his gloating eyes fixed themselves upon the fair-haired Tanis.
"Well, my pretty slave? You seem strangely dilatory for a girl, even a virgin, who is ready and willing to spike her maidenly flower upon this proud emblem!"
Tanis took a staggering step forward whilst Darlene edged to one side to allow her cousin to approach the altar upon which her virginity was about to be sacrificed.
"Wait! How can you expect to be deflowered and to give our noble master his pleasure whilst wearing your clothes?" Meia cried sneeringly.
She grabbed hold of the quivering girl roughly and pulled her back.
"It seems that I must play the ladymaid and help you to prepare yourself, Miss anis!" Her slim hands began plucking at the buttons of the girl's frock. The dainty little garment was hauled off and was swiftly followed by the white nylon underslip, bra, and panties, leaving the girl nude but for high-heeled shoes, which she slowly removed herself.
"Wh-wh-what a-am I-I to d-do?" she whispered falteringly to Meia and glancing in helpless bewilderment towards the divan where the Mandarin reclined.
"Do? What are you supposed to DO?" Meia echoed impatiently. Her eyes dropped for a moment and she saw that the shivering girl was instinctively covering her genitals with both hands. With an exclamation of rage she grabbed hold of Tanis' wrists and dragged the offending hands away.
"You're supposed to let our lord and master see every part of your unworthy body, Missee, and that, the first thing. Secondly, you get up onto the divan there and squat astride our master's honourable person as if you were doing your functions. He will then be able to supervise the insertion of his noble flesh into your unworthy opening. Be sure you keep your legs wide apart so that honourable master can see everything."
Whilst Darlene modestly lowered her eyes for her cousin's sake, Tanis climbed up onto the divan and teetered perilously for a moment as she straddled herself across the Mandarin's supine body. Then she sank slowly downwards, trembling with mingled shame and apprehension as her coral-pink slit with its delicate feathering of light golden hairs descended towards the shiny red helmet of the male glans. The Mandarin was holding his member straight upwards staring with smoulderingly lustful eyes as he saw the girl's tender vulva sinking down towards his bonehard member. Tanis caught a sharp breath and quivered as if she were sitting down into a bath which was too hot. The smooth heat of the glans had lightly touched her slit and then the curving furrow of her vulva without loading into place. Meia had stationed herself beside the bed and noticed the young girl's awkwardness at once. She uttered an exclamation of impatience.
"Must I be mother, midwife and nurse to you, Missy? Here...!" The girl spread wide the firm, smooth lips with two fingers, then ordered Tanis to lift herself a little. Without her fingers touching the sacred flesh of her master's penis the little slave-girl succeeded in guieing his stiffness neatly into place, fitting the bulbous glans delicately into the shallow cup of soft, coral-pink flesh zetween Tanis' dilated cunt-lips.
The Mandarin had been content to let his slave-girl assist in the operation, primarily because it afforded him a keen and perverted ecstasy to watch the fingers of one girl manipulating the genitals of another. Now, as Meia finally stood erect and stood back to watch the voluptuous scene on the divan, the Mandarin placed both hands on Tanis' smooth bare hips and held her lightly as she strove with delicious awkwardness and uncertainty to give him pleasure. She lowered herself slowly and carefully, biting her lip and quivering slightly as she felt the roundness of his glans stretching her vaginal entrance. The outer lips closed suckingly around the big knob, trapping it in a ring of flesh. Already the man could feel the resisting barrier of the hymen and the voluptuous throbbings which coursed through his rearing member were transmitting themselves to the poutingly stretched cunt lips. As his lubricious excitement became keener and harder to control, his hands slipped around from her hips onto the taut- fleshed cheeks of her little bottom. One searching finger groped slyly into the furrow of her bottom and slid questingly downwards. A second later Tanis jerked as if she'd been stung and uttered a shivering cry of protest as his finger rubbed at the puckered aperture of the little anus which he had blocked so successfully only a few days before.
"Ohh! Please, m-master, I-I'm still very sore th-th-there," Tanis whimpered. She jerked her loins, biting her lips in mingled pain and shame. Her embarrassment was brought to life by the fact that she was suddenly aware of the way in which the Mandarin was scrutinising every intimate detail of the expanded loveliness which lay between her straddling thighs. She glanced down swiftly and went crimson. Never had she felt so naked and vulnerable and exposed! The frothy tangle of her pubic thatch wasn't able to conceal the intimate conjunction of flesh where the head of his thick phallus merged with the roundly stretched lips of her cunt. Blushing to the roots of her hair, she shut her eyes tight and an irresistible desire to get the embarrassing ordeal of this over caused her to relax her tensed thighs. She let herself sink slowly down when she suddenly cried out hoarsely in pain, her pretty face contorted as the unbending stiffness of him burst through the membrane. Stretched until she ached painfully, feeling the enourmous, bonehard mass of him sheathed in her to the hilt, she could barely hold herself upright as he began to rock her in a frenzy of unbridled passion. She sobbed and gritted her teeth as he heaved her up and down, the brutal thickness of him frictioning violently inside her moist sheath in a way that made it feel as if he were rubbing her raw with every plunging stroke. The warm flooding of his sperm filling her brought her a moment of blissful relief and she almost cried aloud in the gratitude of being spared another second of the gripping agony.
A gesture from the Mandarin told Meia that her master had finished with the young girl and she stepped forward to seize Tanis beneath the arms and lift her bodily from the prostrate form on the divan. Tanis moaned with the sudden retraction of her torn flesh as she was dragged off the empaling spike of the thick penis. Without needing to look she knew that her genitals and those of the Mandarin as well, were coated with a sticky lacquering of mingled blood and semen. When Meia dropped her like a sack of coals onto the rugs at the foot of the divan, Tanis closed her eyes and lay in a crumpled heap on her side.
Obedient to the Mandarin's orders, the two seamen had let their whips remain on the floor whilst Tanis was deflowering herself and thus keeping faith with the promise she had given the Mandarin. But although the exhausted and pain-racked women strapped over the "whipping walls" had remained inviolate so far as the plaited ropes were concerned, they had to endure another and more natural form of violation. With their animal lusts already at heat with the ecstasy of flogging the soft white feminine flesh, Shih-niang and Yuch-lang couldn't restrain their savage desires when they saw the naked Tanis empaling herself upon the rigid column of the Mandarin's penis. They watched the distended crotch lower itself over the big pinnacle of turgid flesh, witnessed the manner in which the fair-haired cleft spitted itself onto the scarlet helmet of the glans, they could restrain themselves no longer. Each turned to press against the glowing, pain-racked bottom of his victim and the flexible spears of their stiff members thrust strongly up the vulnerable crotches. This time they sought and found the natural passage and Christine and Valerie groaned shudderingly together as they felt their aching vaginas being ruthlessly opened to receive the plunging thrusts. The masculine bellies, hard and sinewy, pushed heavily against the soft buttocks which smarted violently and this caused both women to scream in agony. They were almost too weak for anything. Brief and brutal, the two seamen thrusting with ruthless strength and ferocity into the clasping sheaths of warm flesh, the embraces reached their climax in a couple of minutes and the hapless women felt themselves being flooded with the loathsome sap of their torturers loins.
At the moment when Meia was dumping Tanis roughly to the floor after lifting the girl off her master's phallus, Shih-niang and Yuch-lang were just stepping back, their broad chests heaving and sweat-lathered, from the groaning, humiliated creatures into whom they had emptied themselves.
Conscious of the Mandarin's gaze fixed upon them, the two seamen turned to meet the cold and dispassionate stare.
"You may dress and leave, both of you," the Mandarin said. Disappointed by this but careful to hide the fact, the two flagellators slipped into their dungarees and after bowing low turned and left the stateroom.
The Mandarin sighed contentedly and settled himself deeper into the nest of cushions against which he was propped. For a moment his eyes studied the scene before him ... Darlene standing with her head bent in an attitude of total submissiveness as she awaited her fate at his hands; the crimsoned buttocks and tautly braced thighs of the women draped over the "Whipping Walls" and finally his two slave-girls standing in their customary attitude of alert subservience. Crumpled in a heap on the floor, Tanis was beyound his range of vision. After some minutes of this thoughtful contemplation, during which the silence was disturbed only by the hoarse, retching sounds of distress uttered by Christine and Valerie, the Mandarin aroused himself.
"You may release dear Mrs. Fairfax, my children," he said to the two slave- girls. "As hers was only a minor role in her sister's rebellious behaviour she considered to have expiated her crimes. Dress her and her daughter and then release them to their respective cabins.
Christine Fairfax could hardly stand upright when she was released from the straps. With the assistance of the two slave-girls she tottered exhaustedly to a chair only to jerk up from its seat with a scream of pain the instant her wealed bottom touched it. To the accompaniment of moans and shivers of pain she huddled into her torn clothes and left the stateroom. Tanis was quickly and ruthlessly stirred to life by Meia, dressed and sent after her mother.
Darlene was visibly apprehensive as she watched her aunt and cousin leave the state-room and her concern for her mother's safety as well as her own was redoubled. Not daring to approach her mother, she had to content herself with frequent piteous glances filled with tender comisseration.
"And we are left to deal with Mrs. Balmaine and her tender daughter," the Mandarin said speculatively. He cocked a gloating eye at the pale-faced and trembling creature standing near the divan. Her fresh prettiness coupled with her obvious terror of him whetted his desire fiercely so that his semi-flaccid penis began to throb into full rigidity. Both Maie andDarlene, the former unashamedly admiring, the latter pink with shame and tense with fear of what the swelling member would do to her, watched the resurgence of his lust. For a few moments his eyes feasted on the loveliness of the lovely creature who's bodily secrecies were now entirely familiar to him but whom he could still lust for as fiercely as ever. Her beautifully supple body was firmly outlined by her black dress with its long swinging skirt and tight bodice. Darlene had the long, slender limbs of a professional model and the close-fitting bodice of her dress emphasized the roundness of her sharply pointed breasts.
"Well, little slave? Are you still willing to buy your mother's freedom . ... at my price? the Mandarin asked suddenly. The girl coloured and bit her lip as she nodded assent.
"Y-Yess, mm-master," she whispered.
"And what IS my price?"
She knew he was deliberately causing her shame and embarrassment, enjoying her confusion.
"You w-want to do it to me in my bottom-hole, m-master," she whispered, going scarlet. Highly delighted the Mandarin chuckled softly.
"And you are willing to give me that pleasure?"
"Y-Yes master," she stammered.
"Then surely you don't expect me to operate on you whilst you are so well- dressed. That long skirt for instance would be an annoyance, don't you think so?"
Quivering from head to foot, she nodded and began to unbutton her dress. He stared attentively the whole time she was undressing, crudely violating her feminine modesty, with the intensity of his searching looks which permitted no part of her slender beauty to be hidden from him. He made her keep on the long, dark stockings she was wearing, ordering her to roll them down slightly so that the gossamer-like stuff would cling to the sleek whiteness of her thighs. Above the top of the stockings she was gloriously nude and she had to stand motionless, arms stretched straight up whilst his lustfully anticipatory eyes seemed to make a detailed inventory of every square inch of her naked figure. The dainty triangle of soft red curls which frothed in the dimpled hollow of thighs and belly was the focal point of his attention for long moments, during which she stood stockstill and struggled hard to bear the torment of her embarrasment.
The Mandarin was as rigid as an iron bar by the time he had feasted his eyes to satiety and his long fingers were continuously frigging the throbbing shaft, the lewd manipulations continuing even whilst he was rising from the divan. He stood in front of the girl and levered his prick with caution forward to prod her bare belly with the domed head of it. She started, gasping, as she felt the fierce heat of the smooth knob against her silky skin. Only by summoning up every last ounce of her self-control could she overcome the involuntary urge to shrink away from the beastial contact.
"Turn around and then bend forward as far as you can," he said, sibil an tly.
Her nostrils flared in sudden terror. She turned around, her full white buttocks shuddering, as she leaned forward, breasts swaying in pendant freedom before being pressed close to her lower belly, she sensed that the Mandarin was struggling excitedly from his clothing, aided by Maie. The color came and went in her cheeks and her heart thumped violently as she felt the way her bottom was jutting out. Her legs were straddled well apart so that her dainty little genitals were rendered wholly accessible. She closed her eyes and prayed silently that she would be able to withstand the anticipated suffering with control. For the sake of her mother, she had not only to display submissiveness but also a certain degree of passionate eagerness in surrendering herself to the beastial act of defloration which was about to be committed upon her helpless loveliness.
She could not be expected to know that Nature herself would quickly take a hand in the game and render it unnecessary to feign pleasure!
"Are you ready?" she heard the man murmer.
"Y-yes, m-master!"
She trembled, braced her legs still more as she felt the projection of his big member against the furrow of her buttocks followed by the bony pressure of his hips nudging into the plump hemispheres themselves. There was no suggestion of brutal impatience now; his hand slid around her, dipped below her body and pressed inwards until it was crushed onto the softness of her belly. Slowly, his fingers groped her cunt whilst his swollen member throbbed turgidly against her bottom. A spasm of astonishing, and unexpected pleasure made her shudder and she breathed out a stifled exclamation as he began to rub her slit. Seemingly of its own violation, her body reacted to the intimate caress, pressing back onto the shaft of his penis so that it became trapped in the groove of her bottom. For the space of several moments he fondled her genitals, fingering the slit whilst at the same time pressing the pouting lips well apart. He paid attention to the fleshy stalk of her clitoris and she was astounded, almost shocked, at herself as she felt an exquisite sensation growing inside her like a mounting flame. She began to wriggle about; began rubbing herself on the agile fingers clamped to her femininity.
The deft fingers nipped strongly onto the slippery soft point of her clitoris and roled it around. The convulsions which seized her almost wrenched her away from the powerful arms which encircled her from behind. Warm and limpid, her juices seeped out of her cunt-opening and bathed the caressing fingers.
They were both breathing hard by the time she had recovered but still the persuasive fingers fondled her genitals. Once more the great soaring flight of glorious sensation began to build up in her until she was panting in its grip. Suddenly a writhing convulsion of her hips and buttocks caused the hard spear of throbbing phallus to slip free from its lodging place. Released from the confinement of her buttock-groove, his prick sprang erect only to be trapped in the moist crotch as her haunches lifted more violently than ever. Seizing the opportunity so swiftly that the panting girl had no chance to see what was coming, he rammed himself upwards, knees spreading outwards as his legs bent like muscular bows. As if guided by invisible fingers the bulbous know found the pleated hole of her anus and lodged there securely as his knees came together and his sinewy hips thrust upwards.
Darlene screamed in mingled pain and ecstasy as she felt the enormous thing boring at her. In momentary panic she began to struggle in an attempt to dislodge her assailant but his hands clamped onto her thighs and pressed her inwards. Her rounded bottom slotted neatly into the curve of his belly and thighs and with another savage thrust he overcame the tenancious resistance of her sphincter muscles. Like tough elastic, hot and smooth and fiercely compressing, her little aperature clasped around the thick barrel of blood- charged gristle. He groaned through clenched teeth and his long talon-like nails gouged into the soft flesh of her quivering thighs as he butted against her with all his strength. Darlene screamed hoarsely and then let out a shivering cry that was a strange contrast as she felt the dextrous fingers exploring her slippery-wet genitals again. The boiling, dilating agony of her bottom seemed to die to a gnawing ache as the pain was overwhelmed by a sense of exquisite delight she could feel in her throbbing cunt-flesh. Pleasure communicated itself to the gripping ring of her bottom-hole; agitated and actuated by her spasms of bliss the pliant muscular ring pulsated, relaxing and contracting in harmony with the muscles of her vagina.
Hell became heaven for the squirming girl!
At the height of her ecstasy, the Mandarin sadistically bent, removed his member from her bottom hole.
Her sexual needs wanting and unfulfilled he casts Darlene and her mother from the stateroom, thus fulfilling his promise.
Maie, seeing her chance, rushed to the Mandarin's waiting member, groaned in the quivering spasms of ecstasy as she agitated herself upon the Mandarin's rigid member. She was straddled over the hairy bulk of his prostrate body, squatting down on her haunches so that whilst her dipping buttocks and skewered crotch were low, her dimpled knees were high and spread well away from each other. The coral pink ring of soft cunt-flesh could be seen clasped around the thick barrel of the massive penis and her underparts were beaded with odorous sweat. She was stark naked.
Sweet-Breasted was perched on the edge of the wide bunk, one shapely leg stretched straight out sideways from her naked body, the heel braced against the floor, whilst the other leg was flexed right back with the heel on the edge of the bunk and the leopard-skin coverlet. The Mandarin's expert fingers fondled her exposed cunt. Suddenly he stiffened and his hand came away from Sweet- Breasted's soft wet cunt-mouth to clamp upon Maie's supple hip. Holding the girl like that, his eyes closed in the coarse-voiced anguish of his orgasm, and he heaved in thrusting up into the sucking tightness of the narrow sheath which was dragging the semen from his in great squrts.
Breathing heavily in the langurous aftermath of their climaxes when there came the sound of a gentle tapping on the cabin door.
Sweet-Breasted padded to the door on bare feet. She opened it slightly and there followed the subdued murmur of a brief conversation. Leaving the door ajar Sweet-Breasted hurried back to the side of the bunk and there was an expression of consternation on her pretty face.
"Master, Shih-niang respectfully informs you that he and Yuch-lang have just detected Miss Corise Balmaine in the act of signaling from an open scuttle to a ship passing in the distance. She was using a length of red cloth but seems, fortunately, to have failed to attract attention except from your servants!"
The Mandarin was silent for several moments as if considering the information in his mind. Then his eyes opened.
"Convey to my men my appreciation of their alertness and order them to go down and bring the girl to the big stateroom. I believe the whipping walls are still in place there?"
"They are, my master," Sweet-Breasted nodded.
"Very well, we will adjourn to the stateroom in a few minutes and Miss Corise will be dealt with."
Shih-niang and his companion Yuch-lang wore their customary costumes of dungaree pants and rubbersoled shoes as they hastened down to the suite of cabins occupied by the prisoners. With the memory of the enjoyment they had had from Christine and Valerie still vividly fresh in their minds, the two young seamen were in a state of rapidly mounting excitement as they padded along the brilliantly-lighted alleyway which led to the prisoner's quarters.
The two of them stopped before the cabin which Corise Balmaine was occupying. By common consent they shed their dungarees and stood erect with their inflamed members projecting stiffly from their hairy loins. Yuch-lang unlocked the door and strode in. As soon as the two naked seamen appeared, there was a chorus of shocked cries and exclamations from the girls and women in the cabin. Permitted to roam at will from one cabin to another in their sealed-off part of the vessel, the two women and their daughters had rushed to Corise's cabin after she had been surprised by the two seamen in the act of waving a long red silk scarf from the open scuttle. The young girl was in a state of tearful despair, well aware that she would pay a terrible penalty for the action which she had proved to be in vain.
Corise shrank back with a shriek of fear as the two seamen shouldered their way towards her across the crowded cabin. Christine flung both arms protectively around her shuddering neice and began to plead with the seamen whilst Valerie grabbed her youngest daughter, the fourteen-year-old Arlene, and pressed the child's face against her side so that she would not see the beastial exposure of the two rampant pricks.
Grinning broadly as they forced the hot stiffness of their members against the woman's body, the two seamen roughly pried Corise away from her aunt. Choking with fear, her distraught eyes glazed with shame and horror as she beheld the erect members of her captors, Corise was pulled away from Christine and bundled from the cabin. Tanis and Darlene sat slumped on chairs, white-faced and trembling as Corise was dragged past them out of the cabin. They both knew only too well that she would be made to pay some diabolical penalty for her actions and their hearts ached with pity for her, bitterly conscious of their helplessness.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Inspector Louis Murat sat smiling speculatively, while reading the cable from his dear friend, Inspector Robert Wicks. It read as follows:
FROM: INSPECTOR ROBERT L. WICKS-LUCERNE/SUISSE-30 APR. 69
TO: INSPECTOR LOUIS MURAT-CHARGE DE AFFAIRES-PREFECTURE DE POLICE/QUAI RUE GASTON / FRANCE
MADE CONTACT & VISIT W/H. AUCHENFELD-DUCHARD'S EX HOUSEKEEPER-STOP H. A. COMES FOR JACQUELLINE WITHIN A FORTNIGHT-STOP-SHE WILL ADOPT & CARE FOR GIRL AS HER OWN-STOP-ANTICIPATE MY RETURN 2 MAY-STOP.
SINCERELY ROBERT
Inspector Robt. Wicks received the following response from Inspector Louis Murat:
JUBILANT OVER OUTCOME OF VISIT WITH H. AUCHENFELD-STOP-EXPECT TO HAVE CUSTODY OF MANDARIN & AIDES WITHIN 24 HRS.-STOP-LOCATION OF BOAT FOUND-STOP-BOARDING HER TONIGHT-FINIS
-STOP-AWAIT YOUR RETURN SO THAT WE MAY CELEBRATE
-STOP-
SINCERELY LOUIS
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By the time the seamen hustled Corise into the big state-room, Corise had regained control of herself. She was trembling in the grip of her captors but she walked erect, her little chin liftd defiantly. She flinched slightly and her face paled several degrees as she saw the horrible contraptions placed in positions.
The Mandarin eyed her impassively for a few moments as she stood before him. Although she was actively aware of the brutal-looking member of the young seamen and her feminine modesty was shocked, the young girl forced herself to appear indifferent. A slight nod of the Mandarin's head dismissed Shih-niang and his companion. Disappointed without showing it, they bowed their employer and padded from the state-room. "I have been looking forward to having the pleasure of your presence in this room dear girl," theMandarin said "I had not intended to receive you here for several more days ... preferring to keep the best wine to the last ... but your actions in trying to signal to a passing vessel compel me to deal with you immediately."
Corise felt her face going hot as the leering eyes swept gloatingly up and down her body.
"You are very quiet, little girl?" the Mandarin said in a mocking tone. "Please do not feel constrained in the presence of myself and my faithful slaves. We already understand much about you. We know that you are a very sensitive creature and cry rather easily. We also know that, at home, you are very curious about the physical things of life. The nakedness of man is-or was until you saw Shih-niang and Yuch-lang an exciting mystery which stimulated your imagination a great deal ... so much so that quite frequently you played delightful but forbidden games with your fingers. Is that not so, dear young lady?" Her face went scarlet as she stared dumbly at the mocking face. How could he know that about me she thought? But the fact that he did know her guilty secret seemed to put her absolutely at his mercy. She stood there as if mesmerised as he signalled to Meia.
"Undress her......not too quickly."
The slave-girl moved forward obediently. With deft fingers she unfastened the English girls' frock and pulled it up over her head, ignoring the feebly- resisting hands. Corise flushed with embarrassment as she stood there in her slip.
"I-I don't know how you can be so horrible as to strip me in front of a man," she muttered. "You must be thoroughly depraved...."
"Master is big man to me and all other sensible girls" Meia said calmly. "We all do his bidding, and so will you too before he has finished with you. In not so many minutes now, when the whip has caressed you till you are shrieking in agony, then my honourable master will give to me the honour and privilege of assisting him to lodge his noble manhood in your virgin hole. Can you imagine what that will feel like? He is a true man and will fill your chaste cunt much better than your finger."
Corise was pulled roughly about by the slave-girl as she stripped the white slip up over the girl's tousled head. Clad only in her bra and panties, suspender belt and stockings, Corise presented a delectable picture of slim, girlish beauty. Her long tapering legs were miracles of silken shapliness. Her brassiere matched the panties, the nipples were clear through it, coral and pointed whilst everywhere the dainty pink tint of her skin sleekly glowed through the flimsy material which covered it partially. The Mandarin eyed the quivering girl intently as Meia stood to one side in order that she wouldn't obstruct the view. When the sobbing captive squirmed back a step or two, unable to endure the agonizing embarrassment which the man's leering eyes caused her as they studied her scantily-clad body, Meia made a swift grab at a slim slender wrist and forced her to stand quite still.
"Stand quite still, English Missy, until your master gives you permission to move, the slave-girl hissed. Shaking with the violence of her sobs, Corise stood there as the Mandarin heaved himself to his feet and came towards her. His hands reached out for her, closing over the thrusting cones of her scantily-covered young breasts and fondled them. He pressed and squeezed the springy mounds with a slow and lascivious deliberateness that made the helpless girl squirm in an agony of shame.
"Pl-please .." Corise moaned. He laughed at her mockingly. After a few minutes he stepped back and seated himself on the edge of the divan once more. He pulled Sweet-Breasted down onto his knees and flipped loose the buttons of her long blue jacket. The olive-hued breasts, small but perfect in their dainty roundness, seemed very fragile as his big hands closed around them. Horrified and shocked anew by this display of unabashed licentiousness, Corise could only stand there watching. She sensed that the Mandarin was deliberately caressing Sweet-Breasted in that shameless manner merely to embarass and confuse her still more.
Still toying with the warm little breasts, the Mandarin stared at Meia and gave a barely perceptible nod of the head.
Once more the golden-skinned slave turned to the younger girl and, despite all tearful pleas and protests, dragged off her bra and panties.
"Let her retain her stockings," the Mandarin ordered his eyes aflame now as they feasted upon the sylph-like lovleness of the young girl's naked body.
Sobbing pleadingly, she could do nothing to defend herself as Meia deftly unclipped her suspenders and pulled the elastic belt down to her stockinged feet. The filmy nylons wrinkled as soon as they were freed from the taut- stretched suspenders but the slave-girl's experienced hands quickly smoothed the nylon upwards over the tapering lengths of her legs and lower thighs before turning the tops of the stockings down into a thick roll which hugged the thighs more tightly.
"NO ... AHH!! ... NO!! NO!!" Corise whimpered as the Mandarin advanced upon her with an expression of beastial excitement on his face. She kicked and struggled and writhed in a frenzy of outraged shame as he seized her and began fondling her all over. Her breasts were bruised by the cruel pressure of his encircling fingers crushing into them. Stabs of fiery pain made her shriek in anguish as he pulled at her nipples and pinched the flesh between thumb and forefinger. When his hands moved lower down her body, she sobbed and shrieked like a demented animal as she felt the lewdly questing fingers prying the tender softness of her vagina. Twinges of white-hot pain stabbed through her loins as the narrow orifice was dilated at the same instant as the curling, talon-like fingers stabbed into her cunt-flesh with a hideous rasping sensation.
When finally the Mandarin had glutted himself with the sadistic pleasures of violating the girl's helpless virginity, he released her wrists and stepped back from her.
"Fasten her down now," the Mandarin ordered. "For a change and because her front parts please me, we can introduce a new technique in punishing this young lady. Strap her down backwards over the Whipping Wall."
Corise struggled and kicked in a frenzy of terror as she was strapped into position by the two slave-girls. The small of her back pressed onto the padded top of the Wall, and her arms were outstretched above her head and strapped tightly to the two straps projecting from the ends. With her legs secured to the two lower brackets on the front of the Wall, her virginal vulva was fully exposed under its shining cluster of coppery-red hairs.
Smiling evily, the Mandarin stood surveying the terrified girl for a moment. Corise let out another scream of anguish when her captor once more thrust a stiffened finger into the smarting cavity of her vagina. Shame and horror drove her out of her mind as she felt the sharp-taloned finger skewering its way into her soft flesh.
She screamed as she felt the rasping, slashing movements of his finger lacerating the membrane of her vagina. But her sufferings had hardly begun yet! After amusing himself for some minutes, whilst the two slave-girls watched with amusement, the Mandarin looked at Meia.
"We'll use the Butterfly on her, my child."
"Yes, master," the girl nodded respectfully.
Whilst Meia hurried across to the tall cabinet which housed the enormous collection of torture instruments, Sweet-Breasted stood quietly watching Corise as she continued to writhe and scream.
Meia came back to where the Mandarin awaited her. She was carrying the instrument which was to be used on the girl's helpless nudity. Except that the whip possessed no less than ten thongs, the instrument resembled an ordinary carriage-whip with a springy four-foot handle made from supple and highly polished wood. Each of the thongs was a good six feet in length and the tips were decorated with the tiny feathered darts which gave the instrument its name. The darts themselves resembled pen points with the point snapped off to leave two sharp prongs. The flights were formed by a ring of soft white feathers which fluttered like so many tiny wings when they sped through the air.
Corise moaned in horror as she watched the Mandarin inspecting the hideous weapon.
"No! .. No! ... Not that!" she moaned mechanically. Her fear and horror were such that for several minutes she forgot all about her humiliating state of exposure, the dreadful vulnerability of her naked and cringing flesh, even the gnawing pain in her lacerated vagina seemed to recede before the blood-chilling horror she was to experience. Shuddering with the force of her racking sobs, she began to struggle madly in her efforts to free herself.
A hurried knocking at the stateroom door disturbed the scene. The Mandarin's eyes glinted with annoyance as he signalled to Sweet-Breasted to go and open the door. A moment later Shih-niang entered and hurried over to the Mandarin and after bowing deeply, he whispered something to his master. The terrified English girl saw her captor's face go hard and tense for a moment, then he dismissed the seamen with a curt gesture. She cringed again, shuddering in dire terror as he came and stood before her. "You have been reprieved ... for a few hours, dear girl," he said softly. "It seems that a French ship is approaching for the purpose of boarding my vessel."