Bondslaves Of The Mandarin
by A. de Granamour
(PB-104)


Herein is a presentation of virtually every form of discipline and 
sadoeroticism known to man. The most traditional acts of the Western World 
are contrasted with and enhanced by the unique and cruelly clever sex 
tortures of the East. Though fictional in nature, this novel is based on 
fact. The author has an intimate knowledge of the various areas of sadism 
and presents them in precise, throbbing detail. From sexual humiliation and 
caning to bestiality and mass rape we view each act intimately, as a first 
hand observer. The era of the Dowager Empress-a time of Imperialistic 
maneuvers and savage, wanton plundering. 


CHAPTER ONE 

It was the year 1900, and it was early spring in the China of the Dowager 
Empress. The foreign consulates along the Street of the Dragon bustled with 
diplomatic activity, but there were few who suspected what the wily old 
woman who sat on China's throne was fomenting against them and all their 
kith and kin. 

For she had long chafed under the pressure and the greediness of the 
"foreign devils," and her ministers and generals had sympathized with her 
and urged her to bide her time until a potent army could be assembled to 
drive all the accursed whites from the great land which they had usurped 
with their treaties and their soldiers. 

In the Imperial Palace at Peking, at this very moment, General Wang was 
being granted an audience with the venerable and indomitable Tsu Hsi, before 
whom he had prostrated himself as she stared insolently down at him from a 
golden throne. 

This formidable woman had been the consort of the Emperor Hsien-feng, who 
had died in 1861. She had given birth to his successor T'ung-Chih, who had 
died as a young child in the year of 1875. Following this, Tsu Hsi had made 
her nephew Kuang-Hsu emperor. 

But because her nephew had consorted with the powers of the West, she had at 
last forced his abdication two years ago and was now direct ruler of all the 
land encompassed within the Great Wall. Even the treacherous Japanese had 
heard of and respected her powers, for the people adored her and her 
soldiers would willingly die for the honor of China in her service. 

"Rise, Wang," she commanded in a shrill, piping voice. The burly general 
rose at last, his shaved head bowed before her, even his pigtail dangling in 
obeisance as he stretched out his arms toward her in token of complete 
submission to her divine will. 

"Majesty, we have waited too long to drive these foreign devils from our 
soil," he declared. 

"I know that as well as you do, Wang, but we have been helpless these past 
years. That weakling of a nephew whom I put upon the throne fawned upon 
them. And do you not think that I, Dowager Empress of the Ch'ing Dynasty, 
have not wakened every morning since I ascended the Imperial throne with a 
sense of shame at my loss of face, at the loss of pride in our nation? Do 
you not think that I, more than you, detest and hate these white devils who 
mingle with us so freely and so contemptuously, considering us little more 
than barbarians? Yes, I agree, we should long ago have driven them back 
across the oceans whence they came, but my ministers have warned me against 
aggression before I could be certain of victory." 

"That is why I have begged audience with your Imperial Majesty this day," 
General Wang steadfastly avowed. "For now the time is ripe for revolt 
against those fat, pampered diplomats and their little armies, who think 
they have conquered all of China. Have I not told your Imperial Majesty that 
I was forming battalions of valorous soldiers who know themselves to be 
protected against the bullets of the white devils?" 

"I have heard such rumors, yes, Wang. But I must know the truth before I 
dare brook open warfare with these hated invaders of our precious land!" the 
Dowager Empress angrily riposted. 

"Then be certain, Majesty, the moment is at hand. It has been my great honor 
to be chosen by the secret society I Ho Chuan-and you have heard their name 
before this moment, I know." 

"Yes, for these men have taken as their symbol the fists of righteousness 
and harmony. But are there enough of them to drive away the English, the 
French, the Italians, the Germans, the Austrians, the Russians and the 
Japanese, as well as the American troops who station themselves so 
arrogantly in my own beloved city of Peking?" 

"Yes, Majesty. The Boxers-such they are known to one another-number now well 
over thirty thousand troops, all armed with guns and swords, and they have 
been trained by two of my best commanders in the field." 

"It is a goodly force, Wang. What I would not give to sit upon my throne and 
know that all the white devils have been driven away forever." 

"So shall it be, if you but give the word, Majesty," General Wang fervently 
declared. ... 

At this very moment when Tsu Hsi and her foremost general were plotting the 
overthrow of the whites in China, Jane Evans was wishing perhaps as 
desperately that her own malicious and sadistic employers would be banished 
forever from her life. 

Her face crimson with shame, buried in her hands, she lay across the lap of 
Mathilda Hoskins, the dowdy, peevish wife of Matthew Hoskins, who held the 
rank of First Secretary to the British Consul. Her long muslin skirt and two 
petticoats had been fucked up beyond her slim waist, and her oval shaped, 
provocatively firm buttocks were proffered to the gleaming eyes of her 
tyrannical mistress, shielded only by a pair of white batiste panties whose 
legs descended just to the knee hollows and were in vivid contrast with the 
black cotton stockings of her usual apparel. 

Jane Evans was twenty-two, born to an impoverished family in Soho. Her older 
brother was in the British army, serving in Nepal, and she had run away from 
home at the age of seventeen when she could no longer stand her stepfather's 
lustful immodesties. There followed several jobs of meager wages and 
tyrannical employers, until at last the employment agency with whom she was 
registered sent her to the elegant house of Matthew Hoskins. 

He was about to be appointed First Secretary to the British Consul, William 
Dougald, in Peking. Jane heard this news with joy, believing that once she 
had left England, she might begin a new life. . .and so she had, but it was 
hardly the sort of life for which she had so passionately hoped. 

For although Matthew Hoskins was courteous and proper in his demeanor to 
her, his wife, Mathilda, contrived a venomous spite for the lovely young 
maid and lost no time in governing Jane Evans as one might govern an errant, 
naughty child. Two weeks after she had been engaged, Jane learned this when 
to her consternation Mathilda Hoskins summoned her to her sitting room and 
there harangued her over her laziness, her slipshod way with domestic 
chores, and then went so far as to accost the astonished teenager with the 
false accusation that Jane was "setting your cap for my husband, I'll be 
bound, and I'll have none of it, d'you hear me, Missy?" When Jane had tried 
to protest this unjust charge, Mathilda Hoskins had charged her with 
immediate dismissal and a bad letter of reference, which would have meant 
virtual starvation for the unfortunate young girl. 

In return for permitting her to accompany the family to China, Mathilda 
Hoskins exacted a fearful price at the cost of Jane's pride and modesty-a 
sound bare bottom smacking with the open hand, exactly as one might give a 
naughty child. 

Jane had endured this humiliating thrashing, though it was not quite so 
painful as the strappings which her stepfather had given her, because of her 
belief that once in China, her lot would be better. 

But if anything, it had worsened, and now on this April morning in the year 
of 1900, Jane Evans, her buttocks flinching with anguished anticipation, her 
face covered wth her trembling hands, awaited the fatal and dreadful moment 
when the fat imperatrix would tug down her panties and, after first 
administering a mortifyingly noisy and stinging handspanking on Jane's naked 
posterior, oblige the unfortunate young woman to go fetch the white rattan 
cane out of the closet and then take position over the Chesterfield to 
receive a half-dozen of the very best. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Even as Jane Evans agonizedly steeled herself to receive the most mortifying 
of chastisements from the hand of her sadistic, dowdy employer, there was 
taking place in the great city of Hanchow another scene of correction which 
was destined to be linked infrangibly with Jane Evan's relatively innocuous 
ordeal. 

Li Woo, the fat and depraved magistrate of that flourishing Chinese city, 
had only this morning received an unexpected visitor whom he had not seen 
for the past twenty years. His majordomo had deferentially entered his 
bedroom, coughed politely behind his hand and looked away so as not to see 
Li Woo being diligently attended by one of his young concubines. The girl 
was Mei Lin, purchased from her parents when she was only four, and pampered 
and well fed so that she might attain her girlhood in full possession of 
those feminine charms which the sadistic old mandarin found so irresistible 
when he had need for feminine companionship and erotic fulfillment. 

Wakening, he had found the girl sleeping on a mat on the floor beside his 
luxurious bed, and, clapping his hands, at once ordered her to draw away the 
sheets from his august person and then perform the act of fellatio on him. 

It did not take long to arouse his savage passions. Only a few moments after 
Mei Lin had fearfully begun to suck the enormous glans of his prick and to 
tickle his balls with her delicate fingertips, Li Woo had sat up, leaned 
forward over the charming, nubile young girl and, clamping her neck with the 
grip of his pudgy left hand, had begun to smack her upturned, jutting and 
already sizably plump round bottom-cheeks with the flat of his right hand to 
encourage her in the libidinous task. 

But unhappily, the majordomo's unexpected arrival caused Li Woo to twist 
about convulsively, and since Mei Lin was still obediently sucking him, it 
so chanced that her sharp little white teeth nipped the groove of his 
cockhead somewhat painfully. With an angry bellow, the sadistic old mandarin 
turned back round to the frightened and whimpering girl, and dealt her a 
bruising blow on the cheekbone with the back of his hand, toppling her from 
the bed onto the floor where she lay sobbing. 

And thus it was that the charming fifteen year old concubine found herself 
the piece de resistance in a cruel erotic orgy which would begin with her 
fustigation and torment, not only for the gratification of Li Woo's old 
friend of many years but also in a kind of symbol of the ruthless victory 
over the hated "white devils" whom the fat magistrate yearned to sentence to 
the most atrocious and inhuman of punishments for their crime against Mother 
China and the Dowager Empress. . . 

So it was, also, that the stooped, frail, beggar-like Guey Wong found 
himself welcomed like a long-lost brother, taken to the most ornate of guest 
rooms of the magistrate's palatial dwelling, and there bathed and anointed 
with sweet-smelling salves by two delicious young concubines and given a 
brilliant silken robe on which was sewn the symbol of the dragon and of the 
clutched fist, side by side. Then Guey Wong was obsequiously urged to 
gratify the household of the master with his worthy presence, and in the 
huge sitting room of Li Woo, he was made to recline at his ease on a pile of 
cushions while two pretty young girls fed him sweetmeats and offered him 
rice wine as the Mandarin of Hanchow, lolling in a wicker throne/chair on a 
dais, impatiently awaited the news which Guey Wong had come so far to bring 
him. 

They had been students many years ago, and then Guey Wong had become a 
peddlar, tramping through the farm villages in Northern China, while Li Woo 
had gone on to become an illustrious mandarin who sat in judgment over 
criminals brought before him in the province of Henchu and then finally the 
great city of Hanchow. Guey Wong had come from the far north and he had 
heard many stories of the gathering wrath against the white devils who must 
be driven out of China if the land were to' survive. And then remembering 
how illustrious a success his old student colleague had achieved, he had 
made his way to Li Woo's dwelling not only to renew old friendship, but also 
to tell the mighty mandarin that all was in readiness for the uprising 
against the foreigners. 

Li Woo had smiled and clapped his hands. At this summons, a squat young 
woman in silk jacket and trousers, her feet sandaled, had emerged and 
prostrated herself before him. "Soo Fa, you and your sister are going to 
give sport to my worthy friend Guey Wong and to me, your noble master. You 
will bring the little bitch Mei Lin before us, and you will thrash her as I 
command." 

Soo Fa's dark eyes glittered with a delicious cruelty. She shared her 
master's penchant for the torment of pretty young girls, since her own 
tastes were Lesbian-attuned, and very often, after a victim had been well 
whipped and tortured for the mandarin of Hanchow, Soo Fa and her equally 
vicious and younger sister, Ma Loo, took their own perverse pleasure with 
the helpless, pain-wracked victim who did not dare complain of such odious 
gamahuching and cunt-rubbing lest she endure even more frightful torture at 
their hands. 

"To hear is to obey, Master!" Soo Fa eagerly exclaimed. Then, rising, she 
bowed her head again to the old peddler and then disappeared from the 
sitting room. Li Woo chuckled obscenely as he nodded toward his old friend: 
"I pray your indulgence, my dear comrade. The skin of this wretched 
concubine has an unhealthy pallor, very much like that of those detested 
white devils. Well, then, she shall represent for us in a kind of punishment 
pageant, all the accursed females of those white tyrants who have overrun 
our beloved country and whom soon we shall make atone for their vile crimes 
against her glorious Imperial Majesty Tsu Hsi." 

"Now that is good, my old friend! Oh, what I would not give to sit on the 
tribunal with you, lowly though I be, and render prompt and proper justice 
against those villainous dogs who have come here by stealth and trickery 
with all their treaties and their diplomats, taking away our land and 
abusing our people, calling us barbarians when their own culture is not much 
better than that of the monkeys in the trees outside the village of 
Kwan-jon!" the old peddler enthusiastically agreed. 

The fat mandarin smiled again. "Never fear, it may be that you will sit upon 
that tribunal after all, if those glorious sons of the clutched fist receive 
the awaited signal to strike with all their power against the foreign 
devils!" 

"To that I drink with joyous hopes, my good old friend," Guey Wong exclaimed 
as he lifted the exquisite and priceless jade cup into which the fragrant 
rice wine had been poured, and downed it with a greedy gulp. Then the cup 
nearly dropped from his fingers, for through the curtained entry into this 
great sitting room came the two Chinese women dragging between them the 
sobbing young Chinese bond slave Mei Lin, who was naked save for her dainty 
sandals, her thick black hair unbound and floating in a thick swathe down to 
her chinkbone. In truth, the pallor of her fine-grained bare skin made her 
seem at first glance a Caucasian, and Guey Wong's eyes glittered with lust. 
He had been flouted during the past few years by many a white devil, and he 
shared the mandarin's hatred of all members of their accursed breed. 

"Now you shall see, my dear old friend," the fat mandarin chuckled, "how I 
shall teach this naughty little bitch to be more respectful of my honorable 
manhood." 

"Oh, reverend master, have pity!" the sobbing young girl tearfully entreated 
as she forced herself down on her knees between the two tormentresses, each 
of whom grasped a slender wrist to maintain her. "I swear I did not do it on 
purpose! Do not have me whipped! Oh, I cannot bear the whip!" 

"But who spoke of the whip?" the mandarin hypocritically pacified her. "I 
would not shred your tender skin. But you shall have a flogging with the 
knotted silken cords, and on the tenderest parts of your body, as a lesson 
to teach you in future that as you have made me suffer in my private parts, 
so shall you be made to endure pain in yours." Then, his face hardening with 
anticipatory cruelty, he clapped his hands brusquely: "Soo Fa and Ma Loo, 
catch her by the ankles from the pulley ropes, and bind each little finger 
with fine silken cords to those solid rings set into the middle of the 
floor." 

"As you command, honored master," Soo Fa hissed, her lips curved in a rictus 
of sadistic joy. She and her sister then abandoned the naked young Chinese 
girl, who lay on the floor with her arms outstretched toward her master in 
humble petition, and the women busied themselves lowering the two strong 
hempen cords from the ceiling till they were at about the level of their own 
waists. This done, each of the Chinese torturesses now squatted down, 
grasped one of Mei Lin's ankles, and bound it tightly with one of the cords. 
Soo Fa then went back to the wall and turned the small windlass which 
controlled the cords; with a shriek of terror Mei Lin felt herself being 
lofted from the floor until she hung head downwards, stretching out with her 
slim young arms in a desperate attempt to touch the floor and thus maintain 
some security with the earth. 

Ma Loo now proceeded to tie a fine but strong silken cord around each of the 
girl's little fingers and make the other end fast to solid iron rings set 
into the floor about a yard apart. Then she rose, and moved back to 
contemplate her handiwork. As for Guey Wong, he uttered a gasp of 
admiration, for indeed, the tableau was eminently exciting to all his own 
lustful penchants. 

Though only fifteen, Mei Lin already possessed a magnificent maturity of 
curves, particularly in those of her bottom and titties. The latter were 
solid and round, widely spaced, and crowned with delicate soft pink hued 
tips set in the centers of narrow coral aureoles. The fixing of the ceiling 
ropes was placed a yard apart, and thus she was observed hugely straddled, 
with every possible access to her sexual parts. 

Soft ringlets of black crispy pussy hair fleeced her love mount, framing the 
delicate pink lips which, thanks to the distension of her naked legs, gaped 
in a kind of lewd invitation. And she had been placed so that the front of 
her body was turned toward the Mandarin of Hanchow. 

"Watch now, my dear old friend," Li Woo solicitously urged, "to see how 
expertly my two skilled executioners can administer a thrashing. They will 
not once break the skin, but I assure that Mei Lin will feel the pangs of 
the death of a thousand cuts!" 

Hearing this ominous threat, the unfortunate naked young girl redoubled her 
sobs, jerking and squirming frantically in her bonds. Her gyrations provided 
libidinous for the greedy eyes of Guey Wong, who feasted his gaze on the 
surging muscles of her velvety, straddled thighs, the convulsive wrigglings 
of her hips and belly, and the obscene yawning of her pink soft cunt. 

"You see," the mandarin explained in a confidential tone, "these two women 
were brought before me some few years ago as members of a bandit gang which 
had terrorized the province. I was about to order them scourged and then 
flayed alive in the marketplace as a warning to all such malefactors, when 
it was told me that they were cunning in the application of torture and the 
lash. I thereupon proposed a kind of tourney with their lives as stakes. I 
commanded that they perform on two prisoners condemned to death, one a man 
sentenced to the supreme punishment for having knifed a friend in a tavern 
brawl; the other a woman, magnificently beautiful, but fiendishly wicked, 
who had been sentenced to die for having poisoned her husband and then her 
lover so that she might gain their wealth." 

"And how did they perform, illustrious one?" the old peddler anxiously 
demanded, not losing for a moment his view of the lasciviously struggling 
nakedness of poor little Mei Lin, who continued to wail and lament and to 
twist and wriggle as she tried desperately to free herself. Hanging upside 
down as she was, she nonetheless had perceived Soo Fa go to a teakwood chest 
at the foot of the dais, open it, and return slowly, holding a knotted 
silken cord in each hand. Ma Loo seized one of them and swished it through 
the air with a sibilant hiss that sent a shiver of torment through the. 
naked young body of the imminent victim. 

"Well, as you can see for yourself, dear friend," the fat mandarin chuckled, 
"they serve me here and now, so they must have pleased me. It was Soo Fa who 
performed on the man, inflicting the death of a thousand cuts with a finesse 
which amazed me, considering that she had essayed this most difficult feat 
once before in the mountain camp of the brigands. It is true that she let 
the culprit die perhaps half an hour before I personally should have seen 
his spirit freed to join his ancestors, but all things considered, it was a 
commendable performance. As for Ma Loo, it was she really who delighted me 
with her task of agonizing the beautiful poisoner. She had the exquisite 
perception to drive a bamboo shaft into the woman's anus, a three inch piece 
covered with hard knots and bumps, which naturally caused the patient to 
experience no little discomfort." 

"I should well imagine!" Guey Wong panted, licking his lips as he saw the 
two Chinese women take their position on each side of the now frantically 
pleading Mei Lin. 

The poisoner had been strapped to a metal triangle, you see, Guey Wong," the 
mandarin continued, as he lit the opium pipe and savoringly drew in the 
sickly sweet smoke, exhaling it through his nostrils. "And then Ma Loo 
skewered her nipples with needles which had been heated in the brazier. By 
then, our lovely poisoner was begging me for a swift and merciful death. But 
the odious and shocking barbarity of her crimes warranted no such mercy, so 
naturally I let Ma Loo proceed." 

"Naturally," Guey Wong panted. He could see beads of sweat trickling down 
the reversed naked body of the weeping young Chinese girl, and his eyes 
fixed on the thin knotted silken cords which dangled from the hands of the 
two Chinese torturesses. 

"Accordingly," Li Woo continued with another pull on his opium pipe, "I bade 
Ma Loo proceed to the next phase of chastisement. It consisted of a good 
thrashing on the insides of the woman's thighs and on her belly with a thin 
rattan, just enough to exacerbate the tender skin, which as we well know is 
so sensitive in those regions of the female." 

"Ah, yes, indeed, just so!" the gray-haired peddler gasped, again licking 
his lips and feeling his prick ache with a suggestive bliss which was 
provided by this vicarious and detailed story of inhuman suffering. 

"After that, I had hot towels applied to the cheeks of her behind," the 
mandarin resumed, "so that she would feel the switch all the more. Then it 
was that Ma Loo really saved the life of her sister and herself in my eyes, 
by directing two of the assistants to yawn apart the plump cheeks of the 
wretched creature's bottom, so that she might apply the switch into the 
tenderest parts and thus, of course, drive the knotted bamboo wedge deeper 
into the poisoner's ass-hole." 

"Oh, what exquisite and imaginative work!" Guey Wong gloated, fixing his 
eyes on the gaping pink cunt of poor little Mei Lin, who all this while 
awaited her torment the congestion of blood from her upside-down posture 
beginning to make her cries sound dull and raucous. 

"By this time," the insatiable mandarin continued, weighing every word as if 
it were a measure of honey over which his fat mouth delectated, "the 
poisoner had fainted, so it was necessary to revive her. Ma Loo did this by 
the simple yet ingenious means of driving splinters under the toenails of 
the criminal. Then she was given a sort of vinegar and rice wine to swallow, 
and the torture resumed. Heated bamboo splints were now thrust into each of 
her big ripe bubbies, transfixing them but without causing fatal hemorrhage. 
Her cries were deafening and enchanting to hear by the gods of vengeance." 

"As the cries shall be of those accursed foreign devils when you, oh mighty 
Li Woo, sit in judgment upon them all!" cried the enraptured peddler. 

"You do me too much honor, my dear old friend," the mandarin deprecatingly 
countered. "Next, Ma Loo had the poisoner's pubic hair plucked off with 
wooden tweezers, which took a prolonged time and caused the woman much 
additional torment, as was proper. Then she applied a red-hot iron all over 
the lips of that adulterous and wanton cunt. Regrettably, the torture ended 
there, as the poisoner's heart failed. Yet I had seen enough to grant Ma Loo 
reprieve from her own death sentence and thus, as you see, she and her 
sister are here today, reunited as torturesses of my prison." 

"Oh, what a marvel! But I am longing to see them both proceed now, even if 
it is so simple a punishment," the peddler cried. 

"And so you shall," the mandarin chuckled. Then, clapping his hands, he 
called out, "Let the punishment begin, but take care not to break Mei Lin's 
fine skin. I wish to hear her cry out exquisitely in all the tones of the 
flute in the forest under the summer wind! I wish the ordeal prolonged to 
the utmost, do you understand, women?" 

"To hear is to obey, oh master," Soo Fa greedily retorted. 

Sucking in her breath and stepping back, she lifted the knotted silken cord 
and applied it with a whistling sweep over Mei Lin's soft belly, while Ma 
Look, lifting up her right arm, brought it straight down so that the 
diabolically fat little knots bit horribly into the gaping pink trough of 
Mei Lin's cunthole. 

At once the tethered naked straddled body jerked and quivered, the pulley 
cords creaking as she flung herself this way and that against the 
unspeakably burning pain which lodged in her tenderest virgin nook, and a 
piercing shriek attested to her suffering. "Aiiii! Oh, master, not there, oh 
do not have them whip me there!" 

"It is there you shall feel it most, you clumsy bitch," the mandarin angrily 
assailed her. "Make her suffer, you women," he hissed, leaning forward, the 
opium pipe dropping forgotten from his fat fingers as he devoured the 
exciting scene. 

The muscles of Mei Lin's thighs and bottom-cheeks and belly writhed and 
jerked convulsively under her soft pate skin as both women delivered the 
stinging lashes across the tender belly and down between the hugely 
straddled naked legs, and once again the young concubine uttered a feverish 
shriek as the knotted cords dipped deep into her yawning vulva. 

The gray-haired peddler hurriedly gulped his cup of rice wine and Li Woo 
made a sign to one of the other young concubines to fill the cup at once. 
And the two Chinese women proceeded with the flagellation of the unfortunate 
young culprit extended head downward before the dais. What made it even more 
agonizing for the naked sufferer was the irregularity of the tempo of the 
lashes; at times both women would strike at the same moment, while again one 
of the knotted cords would dart down into the folds between the tender round 
jouncy bottom-cheeks to nip the dainty anus or to sting at the rims of the 
yawning pink vulva, after which the other torturess might apply her cord 
several times in succession across the girl's smooth belly and tender sides. 
And again, to make the ordeal still more pernicious for Mei Lin, both women 
would amuse themselves by lashing the insides of each thigh either in unison 
or individually at intervals, only to return with even more accurate aim 
into the gaping front of that tender pussy. Mei Lin's body was covered with 
sweat, and jerked fitfully so that the pulley ropes creaked their dismal 
song to blend with her own hoarse, sobbing, and almost, by now, inarticulate 
plaints for mercy: "Ahrr, oh not there again, in the name of Our Lady Koo 
Sung-aiiii, I shall die, I cannot bear it any more, my lord, my master! Have 
pity, I will not do it ever again-eeoowww, oh ouuuu-ahrrr, have pity, have 
pity-oohhhhh!! ! " 

But it was nearly ten minutes before the fat mandarin lifted his 
silk-sleeved arm to halt the punishment. Disappointed, the two Chinese women 
stepped aside to let their master and his guest observe the efficacy of 
their handiwork. A congestion of blood caused by the unfortunate young 
girl's reversed position in the air had made her cheeks red as roses and 
caused her nearly to become unconscious. Her titties heaved wildly now, as 
she struggled for breath, and her body was shaken by constant, sporadic 
tremors. 

"Now, Mei Lin, do you think you have learned your lesson?" the mandarin 
demanded as he came down from the dais to contemplate the shuddering 
nakedness of his favorite young concubine. 

"Ohhh, ahhhh, y-y-yes, m-master, I will never offend again, I swear by the 
Lord Buddha!" the young girl sobbed plaintively. 

"I shall pardon you, unless, of course, my honored guest desires to witness 
how an errant slave and bondservant is chastised," the mandarin callously 
observed. Turning back to Guey Wong, he blandly inquired, "Are you 
satisfied, my good old friend?" 

Not wishing to show greediness, the gray-haired peddler hesitated a moment, 
but the shifting of his eyes and the nervous licking of his lips told the 
mandarin that Guey Wong yearned to witness still more suffering, or perhaps, 
even better, to participate in it. With a crafty smile creasing his fat 
mouth, he therefore resumed, "It is true that she is comely, dear old 
friend. And I should not be worthy of my station in life as your host if I 
did not offer you pleasure with this little slut. That is to say, if her 
ugliness does not offend you?" 

"Oh, no, Li Woo, she is quite passable, I assure you," the peddler hastily 
exclaimed. For indeed his prick was monstrously swollen from the lustful 
excitement roused by witnessing that charming pale yellowish-white skinned 
body writhing and squirming under the knotted cords. 

And even as he spoke, his eyes devoured the sight of those angrily red, 
inflamed cunt lips which formed the love trough into which his goaded weapon 
longed to bury itself. 

"Ah, I have it!" the mandarin cried. "Since the little bitch has been 
punished for the clumsiness of her mouth, shall we not see now whether she 
has profited from the good lesson? Shall I order her to suck your manhood, 
my old friend, that we may both learn whether she has been able to overcome 
her clumsiness?" 

"That would be a blessing and delight, Li Woo!" Guey Wong gasped feverishly. 

"Bring cushions for my friend!" the mandarin commanded the two young 
concubines, who hastened to obey, and, at his bidding, placed them just in 
front of the suspended naked sufferer. "There now, Guey Wong, seat yourself 
at your ease, and you will find those cushions place you on a level with her 
pretty mouth. As for you, Mei Lin, to remind you of the necessity of deft 
and servile compliance at all times, Soo Fa and Ma Loo will stimulate you to 
greater expertness and adroitness with the knotted cords across your bottom, 
and you shall receive them until you have drained every drop from my old 
friend's organ!" 

The two sisters grinned at each other and nodded, only too happy to resume 
their sadistic duties, each wishing to surpass the other in the eyes of the 
distinguished Mandarin of Hanchow. Meanwhile, Guey Wong hastily seated 
himself upon-the ornate and beautifully decorated silken cushions, filled 
with duck feathers and lambs' fleece, and tucked up his robe and then 
furtively loosened and lowered the dirty cloth loin-pouch which housed his 
swollen weapon. 

Shifting himself on the cushions and straddling his lean, hairy thighs, he 
arched himself forward so that the tip of his ramrod brushed against the 
trembling mouth of poor little Mei Lin. At that moment, both women raised 
their arms and set the knotted cords whistling down against the plump round 
naked buttocks. With a convulsive wriggling of her body, Mei Lin gaped her 
mouth and accepted the peddler's prick, and began feverishly the suck upon 
it, drawing from the circumcisional groove down the very meat as she sought 
by this diligence to prove her right to pardon. 

It was a strange tableau, this, a terrible prelude to scenes of incredible 
barbarity and cruelty, which would take place in this very sitting room a 
few weeks hence. The mandarin, one hand stealthily plunged under his robe to 
fondle his own excited ramrod, watching with a greedy smile as the naked, 
straddled and suspended body of the young concubine swayed and jerked and 
squirmed under the stinging kisses of the knotted cords which incessantly 
whisked across her tender naked bottom, while the gray-haired peddler, 
groaning and panting, his voice hoarse with ecstasy, approached climax from 
this enforced fellatio. 

And then suddenly Guey Wong uttered a bellow of ecstasy, and his fingers 
clutched the panting titties of Mei Lin as he thrust himself forward, 
bursting his essence deep into her gullet. The girl sputtered and choked and 
coughed, but redoubled lashes over now striated bottom warned her of the 
danger of losing a single drop of that honorable life-essence, as did the 
mandarin's harsh exhortation: "Take car, Mei Lin, if you do not swallow 
every drop, I will mate you with the man of the woods!" This threat was so 
terribly fearful to the weeping young girl (for the "man of the woods" is 
the Chinese term for the orangutan) that she summoned all her remaining 
strength and sucked and licked till finally Guey Wong sank back upon his 
pillows, eyes closed, chest heaving, with a long sigh of depletion. 

"It is well," the mandarin declared. "This night she shall share your bed, 
my old friend. And now, my concubines will lead you to the bath, and you 
shall have a new silk robe and sit beside me on the dais while we talk of 
the glorious hour of China's freedom, so soon at hand!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Lida Garconniere lay sprawled on her rumpled bed, her face buried in her 
hands, as her stepmother stood over her. "Perhaps now, petite vicieuse" the 
latter coldly stated, "you'll be more circumspect. And it will do no good to 
tell your father that I've just whipped you for your nastiness, Lida! He has 
given me a free hand with you, do you understand? Even since we came to 
Peking, you think that because you're in a foreign country you can carry on 
like a trottoir!" 

"I-I shan't complain to Papa," Lida sniffled, without deigning to look at 
her tormentress. "But I am old enough to do as I wish-aiiii! Ca me brute I 
Please, don't whip me any more!" 

For the autocratic, handsome, auburn-haired, thirty one year old matron, who 
last year had become the second wife of Albert Garconniere, the assistant 
consul for France in the Peking Legation, had just lifted the little three 
thonged martinet and applied a vicious cut which spread the thongs fantail 
over Lida's already well-striped naked bottom. With a frantic cry, Lida had 
plunged her hands to her angrily marked seat and rubbed furiously, as if to 
drive away the burning anguish which her stepmother's whipping had 
engendered and which this final stroke had just aggravated. 

Claudia Garconniere sniffed her disapproval: "Don't think this will be the 
last time I give you the whip, Lida," she warned. "When I married your 
father last summer, I had already observed what a self-willed, insolent 
little brat you still were and are. But now that he holds so important a 
post in China, representing the 

French government and the-likely successor to old M'sie Picard, it is vital 
that there be no scandal attached to his illustrious name. Do you understand 
me, cochonneV 

Claudia paused for a thoughtful moment. There was really little room for 
misunderstanding. 

What Claudia did not know was that the young Chinese boy whom Lida had been 
seen kissing only last night by her vigilant stepmother was hiding in this 
very closet, waiting to console her. 

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, wanting to placate Claudia. "Will Papa dine with 
us tonight?" 

"No. I am going to join him now, and we shall have our dinner at Herr 
Reimath's house. As for you, the housemaid will prepare something for you. I 
want you to stay in and not leave this house till your father and I return. 
Is that completely understood?" 

"Yes." 

"Yes, what, you little slut?" Claudia Garconniere hissed, as she moved back 
toward the bed, raising the martinet. 

Lida quickly hid her face in her hands so that Claudia would not see the 
grimace of hatred and contempt which crossed it as she grudgingly added, 
"Yes, maman." 

"Well, that's better. And don't forget to call me that always from now on, 
Lida. Especially when we're out in public or at one of the special functions 
which your father and I must attend. Now then, I'm going. Remember, Ma Sue 
will tell me if you've left the house." 

"Don't worry, I shan't, thanks to you, I don't feel like going anywhere," 
Lida sarcastically rejoined. 

"Be careful now, you impertinent, girl! I shouldn't hesitate to give you 
another thrashing on top. of the one you've already had if you keep on 
showing your insolence and defiance. Your father is very worried about the 
way you've tried to reject me, Lida. And that's a warning. All right, I'll 
leave you to yourself! 

With this, she left the bedroom and closed the door, turning the key in the 
lock as further guarantee of Lida's compliance to her order.- 

The honey-haired girl lifted her head and listened carefully until at last 
she heard the closing of the front door of the house. Then, with a soft, 
slurred little laugh, she swung her beautiful naked legs off the bed and 
rose, letting the nightie flutter down and hide the thick dark-blonde bush 
of her cunt as well as the vividly marked plump bottom globes which her 
stepmother's martinet had so rudely caressed. 

She waited another moment to make certain that her stepmother would not 
return, and then, breathlessly, moved to the closet and turned the knob. 
Putting a finger to her lips, she held out her other hand to the Chinese 
houseboy Kim Sung. 

He was tall, with a long pigtail and wearing only a white cotton jacket and 
coolie trousers and sandals, and his eyes glistened with lubricity. 
Blushingly, she constated that he had utilized the keyhole to observe her 
humiliating punishment. But far from irritating her, it inflamed her wanton 
nature. 

"You watched?" she murmured huskily, as her right hand crept toward his 
loins in search of the bulge which she could at one see thrusting out 
against the crotch of the cotton garment. 

"Oh, yes. Missie Lida get the whip good, but not so hard as Chinese mother 
would administer it," he chuckled as he drew her into his arms, his hands 
greedily squeezing the plump round curves of her behind and pressing her 
tightly up against him so that her crotch could grind against his sturdy 
man-rod. 

With a lascivious whimper of mingled desire and pain, Lida Garconniere flung 
her arms round Kim Sung, her mouth glued to his, and her tongue nimbly 
darted between his lips to teach him a new caress. Technically, she still 
retained her hymen, but she was furiously lustful; the martineting had 
roused all her latent lust, and the knowledge that her lover had watched her 
body squirming and weaving and reddening under the thongs, that he had seen 
the tempting secrets of her pussy and her bumhole in her pain-induced 
gyrations, was the final kindling wood to her flame of uninhibited lust. 

"Take me quickly my dear one, take me! Je ten pris, foutes-moi! (I beg of 
you, please fuck me!)" she moaned. 

His strong fingers squeezed and palpated her buttocks, till she was half mad 
with desire. Her fingernails raked his shoulders as she rubbed her crotch 
back and forth over his bulging tool, until he himself could endure this 
sweet Tantalus no more. 

Swiftly, he lifted her up in his arms and bore her to the bed, while Lida's 
own trembling fingers tugged up the nightie to expose once again the glories 
of her milky, lusciously rounded thighs, the thick dark golden fleece of her 
cunthole, and, as she wriggled impatiently on the bed and spread her legs to 
receive him, the dainty fissure of her bottomhole. 

Swiftly divesting himself of the coolie trousers, Kim Sung bared a massive 
weapon, with elongated glans and the lips already puckering and tensing to 
prove how near to climax he already was. The gnarled, taut-skinned shaft 
throbbed with venomous anticipation, and the airy, fully laden balls told 
the panting young blonde that her lover could provide torrential libation 
for her hot, thirsting cunt. 

He sank down upon her, and instantly her naked legs locked over his 
buttocks, as her arms pulled him down to flatten down her titties, their 
mouths fusing together. This time, adeptly learning from his young French 
mistress, the young Chinaman responded by thrusting his own tongue between 
Lida's lips, and a groan of pleasure emanated from her. 

She felt his prickhead jab between the moistening, twitching lips of her 
vulva, and she arched herself up, frantic to receive that one supreme and 
decimating thrust which would make a woman of her. 

When it came, her hymen yielded without resistance, for in her many athletic 
endeavors she had long since diminished its resistance; bicycling, tennis, 
and croquet back in France, and here in Peking, frequent horseback riding, 
had served to prepare her easily to cross over the threshold from girlhood 
to womanhood. 

Her eyes half-closed, her face a mask of passion, she clutched him to her 
with her arms and legs and all her body as he drove deeply and slowly into 
her. She murmured into his ear a constant, husky entreaty, half in French, 
half in the pidgin Chinese she had learned since leaving Paris. 

But outside the bedroom door, a crouching figure of a woman lurked, and it 
was the young housemaid, Ma Sue, who had guessed what Lida Garconniere would 
do once her stepmother had left the house. She had learned the secret, and 
she would use it when the Boxers rose up in open revolt against the white 
devils. And Lida Garconniere, she swore, would pay for her wickedness and 
lust which corrupted a young man of China who should have been impervious to 
the fleshly lure of this foreign slut! 

Yes, her mind was set on this plan, and she would not change it! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

That same April evening in the elegantly furnished house on Suchow Road, 
which was the residence of the pompous, bearded, and portly Russian Consul, 
Piotor Vorshilof, another disciplinary scene was taking place. Yet this was 
vastly different, and it embodied perverse erotic fulfillment for the two 
devastatingly attractive women who participated in it. 

Piotor Vorshilof would be working late at the consulate this evening, and 
most of the household personnel had been given the night off. Only Peng Chu, 
the solemn, tall Chinese steward of the house, and the self-effacing, 
pockmarked little scullery maid Tsi Keng, both of whom were quartered with 
their employer, remained in the house. 

And knowing that neither would dare disturb them, that was why Madame 
Katerina Ourosoff, the widowed cousin of the consul, and her lovely niece 
Nadia Kaplinski, had shut themselves up in the latter's bedroom where they 
might, each in her own sensual way, console themselves for being so far from 
their natal land and from the ones they had loved so dearly. 

Madame Katerina Ourosoff was thirty-four, possessor of a majestic bosom 
comprising two succulently rounded, closely spaced, ivory colored love 
globes and equally opulent hips and thighs. She had been married for three 
years to a dashing colonel of His Majesty's Imperial Guards, Sergei 
Ourosoff, who had been assassinated by terrorists just a year ago, while 
protecting the Czar, the Little Father, against their murderous plot. 

Till Sergei Ourosoff had singled her out and taken her before the priest in 
the great church near Kromy, Katerina had eased her tautly overwrought 
emotions by the traditional method of fingering her tender pussy in the 
secretive darkness of her own bed. Once, as a girl of sixteen in a private 
boarding school-which she had had to leave the next year because of her 
father's inability to meet the scandalously high tuition fee-she had know 
the ecstasy of Lesbian love, initiated by her boldly wanton brunette and 
year older roommate. Elisaveta Kobroff, her skilled and lascivious 
initiatress, had capriciously found another sweetheart a few months later, 
and had been discovered by the shameful act of soixant-neuf in the younger 
girl's chamber. Katerina had watched, weeping disconsolately out of 
compassion and lost love, as the two attractive girls had been stripped 
naked except for their fine black silk stockings and dainty garters and 
high-button shoes, fettered astride two gymnasium leather-padded horses, and 
given the birch on their aristocratic naked behinds to the very blood in 
punishment for their indecencies. 

As for Nadia Kaplinski, she was slim, golden-haired, and scarcely twenty, 
but already her life had been shadowed by sorrow in love and she had at last 
turned to the sanctuary of Lesbos. Consequently, the attachment between the 
two women grew, each being sorrowed in love and each having tasted the sweet 
pleasures of the bed. Hence, when Katerina Ourosoff had been assigned to the 
diplomatic legation at Peking, she had begged him to take her with him as 
housekeeper, believing that perhaps this change of scene would lessen her 
despair over the loss of her adored Sergei. When he had consented, she had 
inveigled him into letting her bring Nadia, too. 

And that was why, this unusually warm April evening, with the rumble of 
thunder in the distance an ominous portent of the storm that was soon to 
burst upon all Peking and all these foreigners who believed themselves 
immune by the very sanctity of treaties and of diplomatic representatives at 
the Imperial Court of the Dowager Empress, winsome Nadia lay upon her aunt's 
bed, covering her face in her hands, two pillows under her loins to arch up 
the splendid, appetizingly rounded and sinuously separated cheeks of her 
satiny pink bottom, clad only in clockwork white silk and lace hose with 
embroidered and flounced garters and her high button shoes, shivering as her 
aunt slowly lifted a leather plet over her tensing posterior. 

Katerina Ourosoff wore only her tea rose silk dressing gown, fine hose and 
shoes, and her eyes glistened with libidinous desire as she caressingly let 
the brown leather implement graze the shivering, still unmarred flesh of 
that voluptuous young bottom. She had already introduced Nadia to the kisses 
of the plet, a flagellatory instrument contrived by the Cossacks and the 
police of Moscow and Petrograd for the flogging of prostitutes and 
criminals. It had a short wooden handle about six inches in length, to which 
was attached a flat four inch wide polished brown leather thong. This thong 
was twenty-two inches in length, and at the end it had been skillfully cut 
into four finger-like tips, each about four inches in length and an eighth 
of an inch in thickness overall. The plet could therefore be used for 
whipping at short range and its tips could consequently attack the most 
delicate and secret portions of the feminine anatomy, such as the vulva and 
the anus. 

Nadia Kaplinski was endowed with a masochistic temperament to which was 
added a fervently religious streak; it was her belief that she had lost her 
parents and her fianc' through some unknown sin of her own commission, and 
thus, to punish her constantly for this imagined sin as well as for her 
wantonness in taking pleasure from her aunt's perverse embraces, she longed 
to taste the whip, usually before her aunt "consoled" her. Thus this night's 
discipline was by way of prelude to a passionate bout of Lesbian 
fulfillment; and as for Katerina herself, the sight of her golden-haired 
niece squirming under the lashes and the sound of Nadia's tears and plaints 
and sacrificial avowals roused the nuance of sensual sadism which this 
beautiful buxom widow subconsciously nurtured in her psyche. 

"Duschka, little dove," Katerina Ourosoff's voice throbbed with a soothing 
and cajoling ardor, "are you ready for your flogging? You know you deserve 
it, don't you, Nadia galupchik?" 

"Oh yes, dear Auntie Katerina!" Nadia exclaimed in a low, husky voice, 
glancing nervously back over her left shoulder, on which an exquisite little 
black beauty spot appeared. Just to the left of her cheekbone and above the 
delectably swelling hips which now tensed and contracted in anticipation of 
the whipping, there was an oval brown birthmark, which Katerina Ourosoff 
loved to flick with the tips of the plet as well as to caress with her suave 
fingertips and ambient tongue. 

Her dark brown eyes were humid with lubricity and her nostrils fluttered as 
she continued to let the "fingers" of the instrument dangle just over the 
upreared and proffered naked posterior of her young niece; she drank in the 
muscular tensions and contractions, the rippling fluctuations of that finely 
grained soft satiny pink skin, and the nuances of Nadia's little sighs and 
nervous squirmings over the pillows added immeasurably to her perverse lust 
for her beautiful golden-haired niece. 

"Little dove, I'm going to be severe with you this evening, though it 
grieves me deeply, this morning, you were rude to my esteemed cousin, 
Piotor, when he offered you more marmalade. You admit your fault, don't you, 
duschkal" Katerina Ourosoff crooned. Slowly she let the strips of the 
leather end of the plet graze Nadia's hips and buttocks, then the upper 
thighs and finally between them, till the brown leather glossy implement 
slithered along the tender shadowy groove which separated the young woman's 
naked bottom-cheeks. Nadia uttered a heartfelt little sigh, and squirmed 
impatiently, seeming to offer her naked bottom even more lubriciously up to 
the kisses of the implement, pressing her hands tightly over her blushing 
face, her lips parted and her teeth clenched, as she awaited with a feverish 
anxiety the ecstatic ritual which, through the warmth of pain, would radiate 
its lascivious urgencies through her voluptuous young body and draw her 
finally to the crux of Lesbian cohesion. 

"Because you have been so naughty, galupchik," her aunt continued, "I shall 
not tell you the number of strokes your naughty bottom shall receive. I 
shall whip you until I think you are properly corrected and until I am 
convinced that your promises to be very humble and grateful to Cousin Piotor 
are truly sincere." 

"Yes, Auntie Katerina, I know, I was very bad. Please whip me hard, don't 
spare me, don't heed my cries and my pleas for mercy, I beg of you!" the 
golden-haired beauty panted. Now she caught her lower lip between her small, 
flawlessly white teeth, and shivered voluptuously, while the tips of the 
plet continued to graze along the most intimate furrow of her body and 
brushed the crinkly rosette of her dainty ass-hole. 

"Prepare yourself, girl," Katerina Ourosoff sternly announced. Drawing back 
the instrument, her eyes chose the region she wished to fustigate, and then, 
hovering the broad, pliant leather band in the air a moment, she descended 
it swiftly. The broadest part of the lash made noisy impact across both 
lower summits of that voluptuous pink-sheened bottom, the tips whisking 
around to bite over the haunch of the golden-haired penitent. Taken by 
surprise at the ferocity of that first stroke, Nadia Kaplinshi groaned, 
lifted her face from her hands and stared at the heavy headboard of the bed 
on which she lay, her eyes widened and shadowed by the discomfort. On the 
resilient contours of her behind, the angry bright red streak left by the 
solid band of the plet leaped up at once, attesting to the sensitivity of 
her delicate skin. And where the tips had stung, tiny darkening splotches 
appeared. The muscles of her lithe young thighs stiffened, then relaxed, and 
a kind of rhythmic undulation surged through her naked bottom globes, a 
spectacle which made Katerina Ourosoff shiver and lick her lips as she moved 
to the other side of the bed so as to impart a similar stroke which would be 
counter directional and yet parallel to the blow just inflicted. 

Again Katerina Ourosoff paused, contemplating the vivid striata left by the 
plet on the smooth naked satin of her young niece's bottom, and 
surreptitiously unbuttoned her wrapper so that it yawned on either side of 
her, exposing her deeply dimpled belly, the thick dark brown bush which hid 
the plump, already moistening and twitching lips of her pussy, and the still 
sumptuously firm round titties, with their brownish coral aureoles circling 
ripely developed nipples already firming and pouting with desire. Her left 
forefinger began to move about in the thick fleece of her love grotto as she 
slowly raised the plet and kept Nadia waiting and shivering with 
anticipation. Then, as she touched the lips of her vulva, her body quivered 
voluptuously, and her right arm descended to inflict a diagonally whistling 
lash which leaged over the huddling naked hemispheres, the tips of the plet 
nipping the edge of Nadia's left hip while the broad band of the whip 
greedily adhered to the up-thrust, succulent ripe curves of Nadia's tender 
bottom. 

A choking groan was wrested from the golden-haired victim, but Katerina 
heard in it not only the threnody of pain, but also the fluted and mystic 
overtones of carnal wakening and rapture. It was a mood which ideally shared 
her own, and to maintain it she now directed another diagonal lash, but this 
in the opposite direction, to pattern a broad and crimsoning X over the 
juttingly upreared bare bottom-cheeks of her penitent niece. 

Nadia's cry was even louder this time, but she clapped a palm over her mouth 
and dug the fingernails of her other hand into the sheets, her eyes rolling 
her nostrils flaring and shrinking as she rubbed her cunt over the pillows, 
thus tasting a kind of prefatory stimulus before her aunt would console her 
in the ways she most loved. 

Thereafter, the lashes fell irregularly, sometimes with a long minutes 
between them, or again a quick flurry of four or five swift, light strokes 
all over the huddling, weaving, squirming, naked bottom. In this way, Nadia 
was given no opportunity to calculate in advance the severity or the locale 
of the stroke. Thus, her nervous system was the more exacerbated, her 
sensuality the more inflamed, until by the twentieth stroke she could no 
longer restrain her frantic lasciviousness. Palming the sheets, head tilted 
back, eyes glazed and dilated, she madly rubbed her cunt back and forth over 
the pillows which hoisted up her two vividly striped and burning naked 
behind, moaning, "Oh, Auntie, dear Auntie, please forgive me-I'll be 
good-please, no more-it hurts so, please make it well again, dear Auntie!" 

The buxom widow was trembling now, her face flushed, her eyes sparkling as 
she transferred the handle of the plet to her left hand and lingeringly 
roamed her right palm over Nadia's inflamed and shuddering bottom globes. A 
little whimpering gasp from the golden-haired young woman attested to 
Nadia's readiness for Sapphic consolation, but perversely Katerina Ourosoff 
had determined to prolong her niece's voluptuous chastisement. Accordingly, 
in a cold and peremptory voice, she announced, "Nonsense! have not been 
punished half enough for the slight you gave dear Cousin Piotor! Shift 
yourself a little over the pillows, so that your wicked bottom is lifted up 
even more where I may get at if and touch up those places which the plet has 
not sufficiently heated!" 

"Oh yes, Aunt Katerina, I know I've been bad, do punish me hard-but please, 
please say it won't be too much longer, I'm burning so, I want you to 
forgive me, take me in your arms, dear Auntie Katerina," Nadia sobbed. 
Nonetheless, she quickly squirmed forward, so that her thighs rested on. the 
edges of the pillows, thereby arching up her scarlet posterior in a still 
lewder posture which exposed not only the pouting pink fruit of her 
provocative cunt, but also the ambery groove separating her nether globes 
and leading to that other, furtive channel of passion. 

At this revelation, Katerina Ourosoff suck in her breath sharply, and 
applied a cruel little pinch to the inner curves of her niece's right 
buttock as if to rebuke the latter for her lubricity. "Stay in position, 
now, you immodest hussy," she decreed, "and do not think that you will move 
my by your tears and supplication till I have properly flogged you as you so 
well deserve, Nadia Kaplinski!" 

She had laid the plet down on the bed, but now she placed it straight across 
her niece's naked, flaming posterior. Then, while Nadia held her breath and 
contracted her buttocks, the buxom widow tugged off her wrapper and stood 
naked, her bosom swelling voluminously, her eyes humid and her lips moist 
and parted as passion swirled in her psyche. 

Then, retrieving the plet she dealt the girl a sudden whistling lash 
straight down the middle of both bottom globes so that the band wedded to 
the sinuous crease between the hemispheres and the stinging tips smacked 
wickedly against the small of Nadia's back. Her golden-haired niece clenched 
her fists, twisted her tearstained face back over her shoulder, her body 
jerking sporadically under this unexpected and sadistic stroke, while a 
choking groan exhaled from her panting throat: "Ahhh, oh, Auntie, please, 
please!" 

But in that lamentation, there was still the mystic overtone of masochistic 
yearning, of an ungovernable passion that yearned for still more pain to 
augment the present suffering, as much as there was entreaty for reprieve. 
And comprehending this fully, Katerina Ourosoff pitilessly applied five more 
downward swipes of the glossy leather band, two along the left buttock, two 
along the right, and the last again straight down the narrow crease between 
those shuddering, flaming globes. 

Unable to restrain her cries, Nadia Kaplinski kicked her beautiful 
stockinged legs back and forth in the air, her hips jerking and swerving 
violently, while she stuffed her fist against her mouth to stifle her cries, 
the other hand clawing at the sheets. 

"There!" her aunt panted, casting aside the plet, "Now perhaps you will act 
with more humility toward that good man who has paid your passage all the 
way to China, who keeps you, an orphan, in this magnificent house where we 
are respected and honored among the other foreign diplomatic families. Do I 
have your word, Nadia Kaplinski, that you will not again offend him?" 

"Oh yes, Auntie, oh, I shan't ever do it again, I swear I shan't! Please say 
you forgive me now, I hurt so, please do say you forgive your little niece!" 

Nadia had rolled over onto her side, off the pillows, holding out her arms, 
her face wet with tears, and the sight of that dark blonde love fleece 
between those shuddering pink-sheened thighs completely undid the widow's 
pretense at stern authority. She flung herself down on the bed, and with an 
amorous groan, merged her mouth with her niece's, while the young girl's 
arms clutched round her supple back, straining her to her so that their 
breasts mashed together in a lascivious cohesion, and so that their cunts 
merged also as Nadia's squirming thighs yawned widely and then her legs 
clamped over Katerina's calves to lock her into the tribadistic embrace so 
dear to both of them. 

There was no sound now in the bedroom save that of kisses, and the moist 
suction of lips and tongues together, and the friction of pubic hair and 
soft moistening vulvas, the slithering of naked bellies and thighs and 
breasts in this passionate conclave. But they were both so engrossed in each 
other, Nadia to reach the orgasm which the exacerbation of the whip had made 
so essential to her sexual appetites, and Katerina to "console" her adored 
young niece for having been so cruel with her and also to fulfill her own 
desperately thwarted lust-desires, that neither of them heard the sibilant 
gasps out in the hall where Peng Chu crouched, his eye glued to the keyhole, 
one hand playing with his enormously swollen, elongated, dark-veined prick. 

They could not know this, just as they could not know that Peng Chu was 
secretly a lieutenant in the Society of Clenched Fists, an officer who had 
taken a blood oath to drive all the foreigners, all the white devils, out of 
China and to put to the sword all those who conspired against his beloved 
country, all those sorceresses and adulteresses whose wickedness was an 
affront to the old gods of Mother China ... 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jane Evans had tried her best not to cry out while dowdy, fat, vindictive 
Mathilda Hoskins, after taking an agonizingly long time in unfastening her 
panties and dragging them down to mid-thigh, had tightened her arm around 
Jane's supple waist and then begun to spank her as he might a recalcitrant 
child with the flat of her right hand. 

Gritting her teeth and closing her eyes, Jane Evans had forced herself to 
remain as impervious as she could to so demeaning and shameful a 
chastisement, the more mortifying because it was totally undeserved. She 
understood Mathilda Hoskins' frustrations and peevishness only too well, for 
the wife of the British Consul's first secretary was only too well aware 
that her husband had not the slightest sexual interest in her. Thus Jane's 
own presence in that dour and brooding household had been live tinder to 
furnish the spark of jealous hatred by which the fat wife had sought to 
compensate for her husband's neglect. And these accusations that Jane had 
"her cap" for Matthew Hoskins were simply the pretext by which Mathilda 
Hoskins furnished herself her only way of "getting back" at her husband's 
studied though courteous neglect. 

Nevertheless, as the slaps continued to rain down upon her milky bare 
bottom-cheeks, Jane Evans found herself wincing and her eyes stinging with 
unshed tears from the sheer malevolence and vigor of this humiliating 
"correction." 

Mathilda Hoskins' watery-blue eyes squinted and glinted with an unholy light 
as they fixed on the young woman's reddening flesh. She saw those 
magnificent bottom ovals, those shapely long thighs, as Satan's own 
temptations, the kind to which her still handsome, fifty-year-old husband 
would certainly succumb if ever given the opportunity. Thus as her hand 
continued to belabor the resilient, quaking bottom globes (whose spasmodic 
contractions and quivering poor Jane was quite unable to control as the 
spanking relentlessly continued), Mathilda Hoskins was at the 'same time 
"punishing" her husband and wallowing in self-pity because her own gross 
body could never offer him such carnal allure. 

Seeing that her beautiful young victim strove to remain stoic, the viciously 
sadistic fat woman momentarily halted the spanking, licking her lips at the 
sight of the flaming, palpitating hindquarters whose milky purity her pudgy 
hand had so harshly profaned. Jane Evans, falsely lulled by this reprieve, 
believed that the correction was at last over, which was exactly what 
Mathilda Hoskins wanted her to think. "You little slut," she hissed, "I 
ought to flay you alive! Going about the house all the time with those 
la-di-da airs of yours, as if you were quality, when you are nothing but a 
common guttersnipe! Hoping that Matthew'll notice you and maybe take you to 
bed with him, waggling your tail whenever you get the chance to be in the 
same room with him-I know your kind only too well, Jane Evans!" 

"I-I swear I've never-it's not true-I'm a decent girl," Jane Evans said in a 
shuddering, low voice which fought to control the sobs and tears which the 
stinging of her bottom had evoked. 

"Oh yes, you're a decent one, that you are, I'll be bound!" Mathilda Hoskins 
tightened the grip of her left arm on Jane's slim milky waist. "Why, if I 
gave you half a chance, you'd run right out and find yourself one of those 
heathen Chinamen and smoke his opium pipe and let him put his hands on all 
of you, wouldn't you?" 

As the attractive young brunette remained silent to this infamous 
accusation, Mathilda Hoskins slyly applied her right thumb and forefinger to 
the inner curve of Jane Evans' right buttock, along the tender shadowy 
crease which separated those delectably firm, upstanding ovals, and applied 
a vicious little pinch. "Well, answer me, girl!" she insisted. 

Jane Evans jerked and squirmed over fat Mathilda Hoskins' lap; turning her 
flushed, contorted face back to face her tormentress, the harassed young 
woman cried out, "Yes, I would! I'd do anything to get away from a cruel, 
unjust creature like you!" 

"Well now," Mathilda Hoskins beamed, licking her lips again and gloating 
over this outburst which gave her a new justification for further punishment 
of her helpless, lovely young victim, "now it all comes out, doesn't it? You 
dirty little bitch, I'll make that big sluttish tail of yours bleed, so help 
me! When I've finished smacking you Jane Evans, you're going to go to my 
closet and bring me the cane, and you're going to get a good dozen, yes, my 
fine lady, and you're going to count every one of them off nice and loud for 
me to hear! But wait a bit until I touch up that fat, waggling backside of 
yours so the cane will bite the way it ought into the flesh of a strumpet! 
And if you dare say a word to Matthew, I'll tell him what you just said, 
that you'd like to be the slut of one of those heathen yellow men with their 
dirty pigtails and their opium pipes!" 

With this, her sanctimonious righteousness incited again to sadistic fury, 
the fat wife of the First Secretary resumed the spanking with broad, 
energetic sweeps of her right arm in a rapid barrage that left her 
breathless, while Jane Evans, grinding her teeth, lifting her tortured face 
to the ceiling, summoned every ounce of strength in her often tried nature 
to keep from crying out or indicating in any other way to this infernal 
virago that she was suffering the tortures of the damned in hell. 

At last, a coughing spasm made the fat woman choke and pause, and then 
rudely she shoved the softly sobbing young brunette off her lap. "Get me 
that flask of laudanum," she wheezed when the spasm has passed. "A drop will 
help my lungs. Aye, and give me strength to lace your fat wicked backside 
with that nice yellow cane. Aye, it's the right color for you, my fine lady, 
isn't it? As yellow as the Chinaman you'd like to go to bed with-you filthy 
Soho slut! Be quick about the laudanum now, or I'll add a half-dozen to the 
count!" 

Rising unsteadily from the floor, fighting the impulse to rush both hands to 
her throbbing swollen buttocks, her skirt and petticoats tumbled back down, 
but her panties still clinging about her knees, Jane Evans moved awkwardly 
towards the sideboard on which the little silver flask was placed, and 
brought it back to Mathilda Hoskins. 

As the fat woman unscrewed the cap and tilted it to her moist lips, Jane 
Evans prayed that somehow Fate would make her swallow the entire contents, 
for there was enough there to put her to sleep forever. 

But the three sisters who spun and wove and finally cut the cloth of destiny 
did not hear her prayers. For they were listening instead to those which 
rose from an incense-redolent little room in which the Dowager Empress was 
addressing the ancient gods of China, beseeching them to let her give the 
signal which would unleash the soldiers of the Clenched Fists upon the 
detested white devils. ... 

About a quarter of a mile away from the house in which Jane Evans was 
undergoing her unjust martyrdom at the hands of a harpy, a beautiful 
eighteen-year-old girl was combing out her flaxen tresses before the mirror, 
clad only in a pink cotton camisole and matching panties, her delightfully 
plump calves and thighs sheathed in tan-colored silk clockwork stockings. 
She had a face of a Botticellian Madonna, her name was Erika Hullweg, and 
she was the only child of Frau Ernestine Hullweg, who had been Frau 
Kurtzmeyer until a year and a half ago. 

Erika's mother was thirty-seven, sensual, as blonde as her daughter, but 
more buxom. At the moment, she was confined to her bed with a touch of that 
swamp fever which strikes down so many visitors to China in the rainy spring 
weather. But Frau Hullweg's chief concern was not for her illness, from 
which her physician had promised that she would soon speedily recover, but 
rather the possibility of propinquity between her daughter and her new 
husband. 

Kurt Hullweg was a dynamic man of fifty-two, who, as subaltern at twenty-two 
years of age, had won the Iron Cross with three palms for heroic valor at 
Sedan in the rout of the French troops under General von Moltke during the 
short-lived Franco-Prussian war. He had labored in Africa for five years in 
behalf of the Fatherland, and later was assigned to a ministerial position 
in Alsace-Lorraine. Two years ago, however, he had been recalled to Berlin 
and asked if he would take an assignment to Peking as Vice-Consul of the 
German diplomatic office being opened there for the protection of German 
merchants and troops stationed in China. And of course he had willingly 
consented. 

At the time of this appointment, Kurt Hullweg had been wooing Ernestine 
Kurtzmeyer, who had been widowed for just three years when her husband, a 
major of engineers, had suffered a fatal fall from his horse while riding in 
the park of their luxurious estate near Baden-Baden. Kurt Hullweg's own 
fortunes had dissipated by his profligacy in gambling and wenching, and so 
he had paid assiduous court to the beautiful blonde widow. Because of his 
amorous skill, and because Ernestine Kurtzmeyer was a vigorous lustful woman 
who had enjoyed serenely gratifying relations with her late husband, he was 
successful. She had willingly agreed to accompany him to Peking along with 
her teenaged daughter. 

What had prompted her decision at the time was her discovery that Erika was 
already something of a flirtatious hoyden and-likely to get into serious 
trouble with boys if she were not closely supervised. Ernestine Hullweg had 
found her precocious daughter cuddling with a stable boy, undressed down to 
her camisole and panties, with her hair unbound, about to commit the supreme 
sin of the flesh at the moment of her intervention. She had not only roundly 
lectured the giggling Erika. but also taken a riding crop and thrashed the 
girl's legs and bottom until Erika had fainted. 

But that had been a fatal blunder, as she now disconsolately knew. When Kurt 
Hullweg had returned from the embassy with his final orders for Peking, he 
had heard of Erika's "misfortune" and solicitously visited her in her 
bedroom, to which she had been carried by a footman and a gardener after the 
violent scene in the stable. He had already noticed her voluptuous, freshly 
blooming beauty and had begun to lust for it. He had consoled her, 
commiserated with her over the punishment which he deemed much too severe, 
and had told her that she was a high-spirited young woman who could not be 
expected to act like a little child out of a convent. 

Naturally the defiant and headstrong young girl had found this attention 
very flattering. Besides, her stepfather, though in his early fifties, still 
retained the magnetic charm which had admitted him to so many strange beds 
during his lengthy and venturesome career. And so a kind of flirtatious 
rapport had sprung up between Kurt Hullweg and his desirable, provocative 
young step-daughter, a rapport which Ernestine Hullweg had begun to fear and 
which she now realized that here alone in Peking might well develop into the 
terrible crime of incest. Moreover, although China had at first seemed to 
her a romantic and exciting land, she now feared it and its people, for each 
new day brought more veiled insults, even from the house-servants, more 
signs that the people of Peking resented all whites. Besides, her faithful 
old Chinese nurse Mei Fong, had told her only yesterday that there were bad 
omens in the heavens: the sign of a falling star and the rumble of thunder, 
the croaking of a raven above a graveyard. She wished now only to return to 
Berlin as quickly as possible, and only last night she had begged Kurt 
Hullweg to let her and Erika turn to their homeland. 

But the Assistant Consul had laughingly fused, chided her for her unfounded 
fears, and Id her that this experience would be priceless for her daughter. 
Perhaps in a few years, he had said, they might go back for a vacation or, 
if she was still unhappy, he would seek a new diplomatic assignment. But at 
the moment, things were going very well. He was going to engage a tutor for 
Erika so that she could keep up with her studies in French and ancient 
history. 

But even now, this warm April evening with its rumbles of thunder in the 
distance to announce a coming storm, while Ernestine Hullweg lay in her bed 
and brooded over what might take place as well as her uneasiness over the 
increasing hostility of her Chinese neighbors, her husband was watching from 
Erika's own closet while his stepdaughter combed her hair. He had secreted 
himself there when she had come in from a walk in the courtyard, because he 
could no longer put off his feverish desire to see her naked charms. 
Breathless, crouching with his eye glued to the keyhole, his right hand 
foraging in the fly of his unbuttoned trousers to caress his throbbing cock, 
the Assistant Consul stared greedily at his young stepdaughter's ripely 
curved and scantily clothed body, impatiently hoping that she would soon 
remove the camisole and panties which alone hid those delicious and as yet 
unknown treasures from his avid gaze. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

There were disquieting rumors in the little town of T'ung-Su, in the 
northern province of Kwang Yun, about seventy-five miles from the Imperial 
City. And these rumours terrified lovely eighteen-year-old Dorothy 
Trowbridge because she greatly feared for her father, the Reverend Jonathan 
Trowbridge, who had brought Christianity to this once barbaric place. He had 
spent ten years of his life here and was pastor of a church which the 
grateful villagers had built for him about two years ago. Yet on this the 
first day of May in the Year of Our Lord 1900, a little vegetable-seller, Mo 
Tung, from whom Dorothy had bought the leeks, turnips, potatoes and bean 
sprouts which she had learned to turn into culinary miracles for her 
father's table, had given the beautiful young coppery-haired girl an ominous 
warning. "Missy, tell holy man, he and she go quick from here. Last night, 
Boxer men kill French priest in Jo-L'ingli and burn church and take holy 
women of church to be their slaves! You and holy man your father, Missy, go 
now, Boxers come here soon!" 

It was true that during the past three or four months, Dorothy Trowbridge 
knew, peddlers had come through the town and had told strange stories of 
Chinese soldiers who believed themselves immortal, who thought that no 
bullet from the gun of a white devil could pierce their flesh and end their 
lives. These men had sworn an oath to the Goddess Kuan Ling that they would 
drive all the enemies of the Dowager Empress from the Forbidden City and 
that the streets of Peking should run red with the blood of these hated 
white devils. 

But Dorothy Trowbridge knew hopelessly that her father would not leave even 
if there were truth to all these terrifying tales which had come to her 
ears. He believed himself to be dedicated to his work and he would find 
death as a martyr a pledge of eternal reward, as she knew only too well. 

What she did not know was that the fat merchant Chan Koo secretly lusted for 
her virginal body, and had coveted her ever since he had first seen her 
bathing in a little stream five years ago. He had been riding upon a mule, 
and, weary, had dismounted at a bend in the road where heavy thickets and 
bushes hid the landscape beyond. Then he had heard the splashing of water 
and the soft laughter of a young girl, and, crouching forward and parting 
the bushes, he had stared as one bewitched at the sylph-like form, her back 
to him. Already at thirteen, Dorothy had been beautifully developed, with 
long slim thighs and calves, the nacreous skin typical of a true redhead, 
little pointed breasts and saucy oval buttocks. She had unbound her hair 
which tumbled nearly to her waist, and the old merchant had shuddered with 
overwhelming rut. 

All these past years he had yearned for her, but the thought of abducting 
her and bringing her to his little villa high in the hills above the village 
had been unthinkable. Her father was a holy man, and there would be a curse 
from her gods upon him if he touched her. But now, with news that the 
Dowager Empress herself was impatient with all these treaties, abominated 
these accursed and sly scoundrels who came to steal her lands and to debase 
her people, he began to think that soon the army of the Boxers would come to 
T'ung-Su and then he could make her his slave. 

Even now, consoling himself with a pretty young twelve-year-old black-haired 
Chinese girl who had been stolen from a nearby village by his henchmen at 
his orders, making the girl-child crouch between his hairy, fat thighs and 
suck his cock lovingly while he amused himself by flicking her plump 
bottom-cheeks with a light bamboo switch, he closed his eyes and pretended 
it was Dorothy Trowbridge there before him, in all her naked beauty-for he 
had seen her only a week before giving alms to the beggars, and he had 
sucked in his breath to realize how five years had made her a desirable 
woman fit for the bed of Prince Tuan himself... 

And in Kachow, some forty miles to the south of Peking, the Dutch pastor 
Theo van der Groot preached the Christian doctrines with the same 
impassioned fervor as Reverend Jonathan Trowbridge. In this village, 
somewhat larger, he had been stationed by his superiors in Amsterdam eight 
years ago, and he had brought his beautiful young wife Katya to comfort him. 
Katya had been twenty-two when she had consented to marry the black-bearded, 
tall pastor who then was only thirty and who had seemed, apart from his 
faith, as tender as any lover she could have dreamed of. But it had been a 
sorry revelation for brown-haired, lusciously curvaceous Katya when she had 
discovered that her adored Theo, who could play the mandolin and discourse 
on poetry, thought of her only as his spiritual sister and believed that by 
bringing her to China, the two of them might save heathen souls by leading 
such pure lives that not even the most barbarous and illiterate villagers 
could accuse them of hypocrisy and venery. 

Katya was of a passionate nature, and on her wedding night, she had given 
herself eagerly to Pastor van der Groot's embraces, only to be 
horrorstricken when he had shaken his head and pushed her away and murmured 
gently, "No, my dear sister Katya, this is wrong. This is not what was 
intended of us. It may be that when we are settled in our mission in China, 
we shall procreate and have children who will replace us there to teach the 
word and the truth of the Lord, but till then we must both put steadfastly 
behind us all thoughts of fleshly lust. I know you will respect me in this, 
my sweet sister Katya." 

And so, for five agonizing years, the brown-haired young wife of the 
handsome Dutch pastor had hidden her longings and frustrations behind the 
mask of a smiling face as she went forth in the village to give alms, to 
bring food to the needy, to attend the sick. She too had heard the rumours 
of a rising of a terrible unknown army who meant to drive forth all 
foreigners from the good land of China. But only last week she had been 
reborn, and she was a dewy-eyed as a young girl in love for the first time; 
a young, Dutch soldier Hans Mulder, had stumbled into the village, bleeding, 
his uniform torn, and she had had him taken to their little house. There he 
had told her that he and his company had been ambushed by renegade Chinese 
bandits in Jung-Sieh, some fifteen miles to the west, and all had been 
killed except himself. He had lain still and played dead until the bandits 
had gone away, and then he had dragged himself through the forest until he 
reached this village. 

Katya's husband had spent this past week visiting nearby little hamlets, and 
he had looked on Katya's caring for the young Dutch soldier as an act of 
benevolent humanity and mercy. He could not have suspected that Katya, her 
quim burning with desire from five years of sexual abstinence, had already 
fallen madly in love with Hans Mulder and that the twenty-three-year-old 
towheaded young Dutchman, recovered from his wounds, lusted for this buxom, 
brown-haired matron as avidly as he ever had for the whores in his native 
city of Felft ... 

But in the Imperial Palace, the old Empress Tsu Hsi had called a council of 
her ministers and generals. Their faces were bitter with resentment against 
the foreigners who had overrun their land, and now had the insolence to 
threaten that their governments would make war unless retribution was made 
for all those who had lost their lives in China through acts of rapine, 
murderous assault and revolt. 

France, which had lost several priests in the northern provinces, had sent 
word only the day before through Albert Garconniere that French warships 
would be launched against China unless reparation were made by a grant of 
land in Shanghai. The Portuguese demanded land around Macao as indemnity for 
the murder of a dozen soldiers and two merchants in Tientsin. Belgium and 
even Japan-China's age-old enemy-plotted to acquire the rich province of 
Fukien. And from the Italians, there was the claim for Samoon Bay in the 
heart of the magnificent province of Chekiang. 

The omens of nature itself seemed to be on the side of Tsu Hsi's generals. 
For it was hot and a sandstorm was blowing from the northwest. The princes 
and ministers and generals winced as lashes of fine sand stung their eyes 
and faces, and General Wang said aloud, as he bowed toward the Dragon Throne 
on which the formidable old woman sat, "Even the gods are angry! Each grain 
of sand is a voice of terror from one of our humblest citizens, begging that 
we drive away these foreign devils, just as the wind drives away the sand!" 

But her oldest minister, Jung Lu, pleaded that Tsu Hsi protect the foreign 
ministers and their families and followers, as well as all priests and 
missionaries who lived in the outer provinces. He spoke gravely of the 
danger that foreign troops might destroy China and end her glorious 
independence for all time to come. 

But wily Prince Tuan boasted, "Majesty, I could drive the barbarians into 
the sea before their troops have time to strengthen them, for they are 
within our land and China is vast." And Duke Lan, the august and intrepid 
leader of the Boxers, spoke out boldly. "Celestial One, do not fear to call 
upon the members of the Society of the Harmonious and Clenched Fists, for 
whatever the sword of the Boxer touches, whether it be on flesh or on wood, 
flames shall burst forth. And the foreign devils have no weapons that can 
slay our righteous brethren. Give but the word, Divine One, and we shall rid 
your land of the accursed white devils!" 

Tsu Hsi stared at the members of her council. "I will not bring the blood of 
my people upon my earth," she said slowly. "I hate these foreign devils, 
these usurpers, more than you and for better reasons. But if we strike 
first, then the world will say that China is a land of barbarians and that 
we assassinate those to whom we have given sanctuary, like these priests and 
missionaries. Let it be only if they war upon us first, for then I shall 
have no recourse but to defend the nation entrusted to me by the Lord 
Buddha!" 

The smirking Prince Tuan, a lecher and pederast who sated his carnal urges 
on the bodies of nubile girls just past puberty, bowed his head and folded 
his hands in his long silken sleeves. He understood. Tsu Hsi wished for the 
sake of appearances to escape condemnation by the world as the aggressor; 
very well, she should have her proofs of acts of malice and usurpation 
committed by these accursed foreigners. A word to the Boxer troops in the 
provinces and here and there on the outskirts of the Imperial City, and 
there would be assassinations, and then there would be reprisals by the 
white devils, and then Her Celestial Majesty would be forced to declare war 
... a war in which all white devils should be put to the sword, their women 
and daughters captured to be slaves and harlots for the glory of the Boxers! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Two nights after the Dowager Empress had summoned her court to hold council, 
Prince Tuan and the burly and cunning Duke Lan met in a little herb shop on 
the Street of a Thousand Ancestors. It was nightfall, and the street had 
long since been deserted, as if all those who dwelt upon it feared the 
momentary outburst of bloody revolt and war and wished to hide away from the 
holocaust. 

The Prince, who had the authority of regent and would wield Tsu Hsi's 
sceptre if she were ailing or dead, was tall, with face cadaverous and 
haughty. Nearing fifty, he still enjoyed the debauched lusts of his youth, 
and in the oncoming bloodbath which he wished to bring about, he foresaw 
untold delights. 

Duke Lan, stocky, with a scar on his left cheek, the mark of valorous 
conduct in earlier battles for the Dowager Empress, was now in his 
forty-seventh year. Two years ago, when he had been made minister of the 
provinces by Tsu Hsi, he had begun in secret the recruiting of fighting men 
for the Boxer ranks, and had helped devise the mystic symbolism which had 
become their bloody creed, teaching them that they could become invincible 
by means of incantations wedded to dauntless heroism and a fearlessness that 
did not even consider death. 

These two crafty and powerful overlords of China had come their separate 
ways to the little shop of Foo Yeng, from whom each had at times bought 
potions to insure their insatiable virility. They had used ginseng as well 
as the powdered horn of the rhinoceros, and they had paid Foo Yeng much gold 
to find for them as well, maidens who would submit their lovely young bodies 
humbly and gratefully for the honor of mating with these powerful potentates 
of mighty China. 

But on this night, they did not wear their mandarin robes, each having come 
in disguise so that even the spies of Tsu Hsi would not know their 
whereabouts. They were at this moment in Foo Yeng's private quarters, and 
the wizened, bearded old man had just served them tea and candied giner and 
was preparing opium pipes for their greater ease. 

"Do you not see, good friend," Prince Tuan hissed, "that it is left to us to 
bring about the death of all these foreigners? Her Celestial Majesty is, 
though as valiant and courageous as any of our soldiers, a woman still; she 
thinks of the sorrows which blood and death will bring in their wake. But 
you and I, Duke Lan, must make it seem that the white devils have attacked 
us and thus force us to defend ourselves. Only then can we unleash the 
hordes of those great warriors of the Clenched Fist!" 

"You but read my mind, great prince," Duke Lan smiled cruelly. "I have 
already sent out orders to my captains to await my signal. I agree, our 
glorious Empress must not be blamed for what our Boxers do. Yet if we 
triumph, her throne will be greater than ever, and we shall earn her undying 
gratitude and so have greater power for ourselves." 

"To be sure," the dissolute Prince Tuan chuckled. "But let us not forget 
that when the white devils are driven forth, we must see to it that their 
young daughters and attractive wives are not put to death, but rather 
captured and held as hostages. Thus, if the gods do not favor us and our war 
should go badly, we shall have them to barter for a more just and honorable 
peace." 

"Now I know why you are regent beside Her Glorious Majesty on the Great 
Dragon Throne, my prince!" the burly leader of the Boxers smiled and nodded. 
"There remains, then, only for us to plan some incident which will make it 
seem as if the accursed foreigners have thrown down the gauntlet of war to 
us. We shall be the aggrieved, not the aggressors, in all this. We are of a 
mind, Prince Tuan". 

"Surely we are, my Lord Duke," Prince Tuan agreed. "And I already have a 
plan that will bring about the pretext whereby Tsu Hsi will, for her 
nation's honor, be forced to call upon your glorious Boxers! The pompous, 
insolent dog who is the German Consul, this man, Fritz Reimath, is known to 
look upon our young maidens with the eyes of lust. Though he is almost 
sixty, his wife is infirm and he has not known the pleasures of the bed 
since he has come to Peking, of this I know, for my spies have told me." 

"And so?" 

"And so," the unscrupulous regent smilingly went on, "I will put temptation 
in his path tomorrow night. His wife has been taken to the doctors who dwell 
in the fortress near the Celestial Palace. He will be alone except for his 
manservant and an old amah. A girl will come to him, a courageous girl who 
is willing to sacrifice herself for the glory of our beloved country. She 
will tell him that she sought out his dwelling as she tried to escape from 
outlaws who would do her great harm and sell her into bondage to some 
brothel in the provinces. She will be young and desirable, and her garments 
will be torn to display the comeliness of her body. He will fall prey to her 
lure, I am certain." 

"And when he does?" Duke Lan nodded to old Foo Yeng as the latter handed him 
a lighted opium pipe. 

"And when he does," Prince Tuan finished, "another valiant volunteer to our 
cause will demand entrance into his house, claiming that the maiden is his 
betrothed, and that the German Consul has sought to debauch her. He will 
attack this German dog, but will let his dagger be wrested away. I have no 
doubt that this lecherous and priggish German will try to return the blow, 
perhaps even kill him. So much the better, then!" 

"I follow you, Prince Tuan!" Duke Lan eagerly nodded. "And the girl will be 
witness that this white devil, who is high in favor as a councilor of his 
usurping and hated nation did without provocation strike down this good and 
brave countryman of ours only because he strove to protect her honor!" 

"Precisely, my Lord Duke. Then we have but to get word to the ears of Tsu 
Hsi, and she will demand vengeance. Blood for blood, death for death, and 
the Boxers shall do their work. We are agreed?" 

"By the Goddess of Justice, Kuan Yin, we are agreed! And now, Prince Tuan, 
now that we have done our work well for the glory of our land, now that we 
have turned it towards its destiny, let us think of ourselves this night. 
Foo Yeng, you old dog, can you not find us a pair of willing maidens to 
comfort us with rice wine and their sweet caresses?" 

* * * 

And thus it was that the next evening, as portly, bearded Fritz Reimath 
entered the house on the Street of the Bent Bamboos, he found that his 
houseboy and the old amah who had attended his ailing wife were absent and 
that there was no soul but himself within this charmingly picturesque house 
he had rended for a paltry sum from an elderly shopkeeper. 

He grumbled a little, aware that he would have to prepare his own supper. He 
lit a cigar and breathed in its fragrance with a sensual smile. Still robust 
and, of late years, irked by his rapidly aging wife's infirmities, he still 
delectated over physical pleasures. True, in his important role as consul 
for the Fatherland, he had had to conduct these little affairs with the 
utmost discretion. Perhaps about six weeks apart, he dressed in Chinese 
robes and had a coolie rickshaw man take him to the south district of the 
Imperial City, where there was an exquisite little teahouse in whose private 
rooms, for a not extortionate fee, a man of parts and virility could be 
entertained by comely young girls from Hong Kong, Macao, and even Singapore. 
He would have liked to visit this house much more often, but there was too 
much danger. And of late, observing the mood of the commoners in the 
streets, Fritz Reimath knew that it would not be wise to tempt fate too 
often. 

As to Gretchen, his wife, who had once been a sturdy, buxom ash-haired woman 
as eager for bed as himself in the. olden days, he suspected also that she 
guessed the reasons for his occasional absences from the house. But she was 
the daughter of a mere merchant, and he himself was descended from Junker 
nobility; a German wife might not like what her husband did, but unless he 
involved her in scandal, she was wise enough to keep her mouth shut and not 
to censure him for the peccadilloes which any normal man would exercise in 
seeking occasional relief from boredom. And Gretchen certainly must 
understand that with a man of his vigor, abstinence from bed was 
unthinkable. 

He pursed his lips. Since she was now under the care of doctors in the 
improvised hospital inside the fortress near the Imperial Palace, tonight 
might be as good a time as any to pay a visit to that little house. He would 
eat some of the cold chicken that was left from the night before and heat a 
little rice and tea, because it was not food he longed for so much as it was 
kootzele. 

Beaming at his own cunning, he advanced down the hallway towards the 
kitchen, when suddenly out of the doorway of his wife's bedroom there 
emerged an exquisite young girl, clad in the long flowing robe, made of 
ornate silk with embroidered patterns of flowers and dragons and birds, of a 
teahouse entertainer. The sleeves were slashed, as was one side of the 
skirt, like a kind of cheongsam. 

She could not have been more than fifteen, and her black hair was closely 
cropped like a boy's, but her face was round, her eyes large and black, her 
mouth full and painted and soft. Moreover, as she held up a little lantern 
in one hand, to illumine her visage for him, he could see that the bodice of 
her robe clung snugly against two superbly wound, widely spaced titties ... 
a Butzen of really remarkable quality! And her hips were delightfully ample 
for so young a girl, while her skin had the pale ivory-yellowish tint of the 
aristocratically bred Chinese girl who has been brought up as a pampered and 
isolated creature of pleasure intended ultimately for the amusement of men 
who can afford her. This was no coolie slut, no poor monkey-like girl out of 
the farm provinces whose parents sold her to the crude brothels. This was a 
little enchantress, who might have plied her trade in the finest salon in 
Berlin or again in Paris. 

In a sweet singsong voice, the young girl inquired, "Are you the lord to 
whom I was sent-this night as servant?" 

Fritz Reimath chuckled, then guffawed heartily as he approached the pretty 
young Chinese girl. His left arm familiarly circled her slim waist, and he 
chucked her chin with his right hand and studied her features while, 
accommodatingly, the girl lifted the little lantern higher so that he might 
see her more clearly. "Liebchen, I'm not sure of that, but if you are here 
to do what I wish, it would indeed please me. I am-well, it does not 
matter." 

She had extraordinarily long thick eyelashes, so very expressive of a 
sensual temperament, he had always believed. And the delicate wings of her 
nostrils flickered like the wings of the humming bird in flight, while her 
mouth was small but wonderfully ripe and red. He felt his prick harden with 
a feverish longing, the more so since it had been a good six weeks since his 
last visit to that secret little house on the outskirts of Peking. 

"But I am told that you are the most important lord of a great country, and 
that your poor wife is ill and so cannot give you pleasure," she murmured 
softly. 

"Then you have come to the right house, meine Schoneste!" he muttered as his 
arm tightened around her waist. "What is your name?" 

"It is Lo Ling, master. I am yours to do with as you will." 

"Herr Gott!" he muttered thickly, the blood rushing to his face as he felt 
savage lust take hold of him. "Then let us go quickly to my room where we 
can have our enjoyment of each other in more comfort. There is a great wide 
bed, and I wish to see you upon it and with this pretty robe removed." 

"I will do as you command, my lord," the sweet, soft voice of the young girl 
bemused him in the half-darkness of the deserted house. 

He led her, his hip brushing against hers as they walked, towards his own 
bedroom. Once inside, Fritz Reimath lit the lanterns and blew out hers, 
chuckling at the poetic touch of that gesture. She had kindled his fires, 
and he would put hers out ... Jawohl, a really good joke, and one that he 
must tell his cronies back in Berlin one day when he would be called home 
with honor and glory for having served the Fatherland so well. 

Reaching for the door and pushing it open, he kept his arm around her supple 
waist to urge her forward so that she could not mistake the huge low bed 
just beyond which dominated the room. He grinned at her lecherously, and she 
glanced up at him with a soft, submissive smile. He felt his pulses quicken 
already at this unexpected diversion. He did not know who had sent her here, 
but that could be discovered later. The immediate thing was to summon all 
his powers to enjoy her to the very fullest, for she was a tasty morsel 
indeed. And the fact that he would miss his frugal supper by succumbing to 
this more elemental hunger did not in the least disturb Fritz Reimath as he 
began to unbutton his vest and watched the pretty young Chinese girl begin 
to remove her robe. Then he swore aloud in stupefaction and delight: she was 
naked under that and as it fluttered to the floor, the lanterns hanging from 
the ceiling cast down a kind of pearly luster on her finely grained soft 
skin. And what magnificent titties she had, with their pouting little buds 
set in narrow soft pink aurolae! The tiny navel, almost hidden in that suave 
smooth belly, and almost no privy hair around the soft palpitating pink lips 
of her krotzele! 

Impetuous lust overrode his initial desire to dally and taste her slowly and 
lingeringly. Unbuttoning the fly of his trousers, he liberated his swollen 
prick, glanced proudly at it to make certain that it was still as vigorous 
as ever, and then moved towards her while she held out her arms to him. 

His mouth crushed hers pitilessly, his hands greedily seized her 
bottom-cheeks and squeezed them rapaciously as he thrust her back against 
the edge of the bed. He heard her whimper, but it only fanned the flames of 
his inordinate rut. Herr Gott, he was still as capable as he had been twenty 
years ago-no, thirty! This sweet young bitch would call him more than lord 
when he was done with her; she would know she had been to bed with a man who 
knew how to thrust vigorously and furiously into her soft krotzele. 

Her arms wound around him, and she rested her cheek against his chest as he 
arched himself, his prickhead prying against the soft portals of her quim. 
And just as he uttered a loud groan of delight, feeling himself slip just 
inside the lobbyway of her warm citadel, the angry shout of a man made his 
blood run cold, made him look back over his shoulder while his hands dropped 
from the young girl's naked bottom. 

He stood there foolishly, his jaw dropping, his prick still thrust obscenely 
out of his fly, as he saw that a stern-faced young Chinaman stood on the 
threshold, head shaven except for a long pigtail, in the blue silk robes of 
a student, but with a dragon in white embroidered on his chest. And at the 
head of the dragon, a circle of clenched fists. 

"Who are you to break into my house? What do you do here, what do you want?" 
He recovered his savoir-faire, lifting his head insolently, his lips curling 
in an arrogant Prussian sneer which had never failed to win him respect 
among his fellows, and certainly among such lowly racial inferiors as these 
barbarous Chinese. 

"Foreign dog, you wish to lie with my sister, and I will kill you for it!" 
the young man shouted. From one sleeve he drew a dagger with a bamboo 
handle, and, lifting it high up in the air, lunged at Fritz Reimath. But the 
German consul twisted aside at the last moment, and the knife only grazed 
his side, tore his under linen and nicked the bare flesh just enough for a 
few drops of blood to ooze from the tiny wound. 

Now really furious and at the same time frightened, the German consul-who, 
for all his other faults, was not a physical coward-seized his adversary, 
wrested the knife away from him. The young Chinaman tried to kick at him, 
then to strike him in the abdomen with his fist. But Fritz Reimath, glancing 
at the naked young Chinese girl, felt a sudden primal jealousy, an atavistic 
fury, take hold of him. It was as if time had been swept back to the dawn of 
mankind where two men fought a duel to the death over the body of a mate. 
And with a snarl, he struck downwards with the dagger and buried it in the 
Chinaman's heart. 

The youth clutched the bamboo handle, his eyes rolling, half turned towards 
the terrified naked girl who cowered against the edge of the bed, hands to 
her mouth, and then toppled forward onto the floor and lay still. 

"Liebchen, you saw, I had to do it to save myself," Fritz Reimath hoarsely 
explained. "Don't be afraid-is it true that you're his sister? You know I 
didn't mean to-but he struck me, here, you can see the blood yourself..." 

But the girl had caught up her robe and with a cry eluded him. Then, on the 
threshold, she turned back and spat at him, uttering a curse in Chinese 
which he only partly understood. And then she disappeared into the night, 
the front door of the house slamming behind her. 

Fritz Reimath mopped his brow, and sat down heavily. This would be a 
dreadful scandal, especially if the Imperial Court were to learn that he had 
murdered one of their countrymen in the diplomatic immunity of his own 
house. He would carry the body out into the garden and down the little 
alleyway and leave it there. 

Thrusting his now deflated cock back into his fly, he bent down and lifted 
the lifeless body. The youth could not have been more than twenty, and his 
teeth were clenched, and his eyes stared unseeingly, and Fritz Reimath 
shuddered. Steadfastly, he carried the inert body out to the kitchen and 
then into the garden and down the alleyway, glancing around furtively. But 
the night was still. The crickets chirped comfortably, and he breathed a 
sigh of relief as he laid the body carefully down, then crept back whence he 
had come. 

He strode to his study, and opening a decanter of schnapps, poured out a 
full glass and downed it almost at a gulp. 

He did not see in the darkness of the night several shadowy figures 
disengage themselves from the clump of bushes which screened the alleyway 
from the garden, pick up the lifeless body of their comrade, stand a moment 
staring back at the house, brandishing their clenched fists in symbol of 
vengeance to come, and then disappear into the foreboding gloom and silence. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was the night of the sixteenth of May, a night murky and overcast with 
dark clouds that hid the moon. The streets of Peking were silent and 
deserted, and the shops were shuttered. Although lights still burned in some 
of the offices of the foreign legations, it was as if the whole city were 
waiting for the signal to fall upon these hated bastions of the usurping 
white devils. 

And in the Imperial palace, Tsu Hsi stood on the balcony, surrounded by her 
courtiers, with Prince Tuan and Duke Lan beside her. These two 
arch-conspirators smiled knowingly at each other, for only an hour ago a 
young captain in the Imperial Chinese Army had brought the dreadful news 
that the body of a young Chinaman had been found in the alleyway near the 
house of the German Consul. And a sobbing young Chinese girl had sworn on 
the tombs of her ancestors that she had seen Herr Fritz Reimath drive the 
fatal dagger into his heart, all because he had valiantly tried to save her 
from dishonor at the hands of the brutal German ravisher. 

"Majesty," Prince Tuan hissed, "how long will you withhold the order to 
loose our valiant soldiers upon these murderers, these rapists and these 
thieves who take our land as insolently as they take the virginity of our 
innocent maidens?" 

"This news fills me with sorrow, Prince Tuan," the old woman muttered dully, 
as she stared out at her beloved city. "But total war might well destroy our 
own nation, nor can we be sure that we should achieve our dream of freeing 
Mother China from the yoke of these accursed foreigners." 

'We who serve Your Celestial Majesty," Prince Tuan wheedlingly averred, 
"Long with all our hearts for the restoration of the land stolen away from 
us by these devils. Nor would Duke Lan and I counsel war, were we not 
certain of victory." 

The wrinkled face of the Dowager Empress was gloomy with foreboding as she 
stared out into the darkness. And then to the west there came the bright 
light of the sky, crimson with flames. "The sign!" she superstitiously 
gasped. 'The sign of blood and of death and of war. Must I then bend to the 
heavens? Majesty, it is a French church that burns, a fire set by the 
Boxers," Duke Lan now stepped forward. "But it was done in retaliation, 
because there were soldiers hidden in the church and they fired their guns 
upon the people who stood at the gate asking those white-devil gods to 
protect them. We have taken our revenge, Majesty. It is the first step. Let 
us take the next and all the others, with your blessing!" 

Tsu Hsi turned to her favorite, General Wang, whose face was grave, his eyes 
downcast. "My dear old friend, what words of wisdom have you for me in this 
hour of our peril?" she demanded. 

T but speak what I have said before so often, Celestial One," the old 
General replied, straightening and his eyes burning with anger. "But since 
you ask me now before all your courtiers and before the Lord Prince Tuan, it 
is my duty to tell you that foreign soldiers march overland from the coast 
to avenge the deaths of their countrymen who were torn to pieces by our 
angry people in the province of Kansu. And even now my lieutenants bring me 
word that the foreign soldiers of all the legations are on their way to your 
Forbidden City. If we wait too long, they will overthrow us, they will 
invade this very palace and profane your glory and that of your ancestors." 

Tsu Hsi shuddered and then she turned to the exquisite black-haired, 
brocade-robed Mah Sung, her adopted daughter and the Imperial Princess of 
all China. "My beloved daughter," she murmured. "I have listened to these 
men of war who would plunge us all into bloodshed. You, a woman like myself, 
young and at the age of childbearing, must speak for all the women of China. 
Tell me then what is in your heart, Mah Sung!" 

"I would be traitress indeed if I did not tell you, Glorious Mother of all 
China as of me," the lovely young Princess replied, deferentially bowing her 
head, "but for long months I have given gold and food and my royal favor to 
these men of the Clenched Fists, knowing that their strength and courage 
would one day save your throne, oh my mother. Yes, my heart will sorrow at 
the death of our countrymen, for those must always die when the honor of the 
nation is at stake. But I would rather have them die in battle than to live 
as slaves! Loose the Boxer armies against your enemies, I say to you, 
beloved mother!" 

And from the courtiers rose an echoing cry, "yes, loose the Boxer armies 
against your enemies, Celestial One!" 

Tsu Hsi stared once more at the crimson sky. Then she turned to face them, 
haughty, majestic, more a deity at this moment than a woman. And she raised 
her arms as the moon slowly emerged from behind the dark clouds. "The hour 
has come," she pronounced. "We must destroy the white devils at their 
legations and in their homes. Let not one brick be left upon another, nor 
one human being allowed to live!" 

"You have spoken like the greatest of all of China's Generals, Imperial 
One," Prince Tuan cried as he knelt and kissed the hem of her 
golden-brocaded robe. "Amend that edict only by a little, Exalted Empress! 
Give word that the soldiers of the Boxers shall take prisoner the women and 
the girls of these foreign devils, that they may be kept as hostages to 
protect us if need be, and, when victory is assured, as the gods will it to 
be, I know! to become the slaves and the concubines of those warrior leaders 
of ours who shall have earned them as the spoils of war!" 

Tsu Hsi inclined her head. "So be it. Now leave me while I pray to the 
Goddess Kuan Yin and to the Lord Buddha," she murmured. 

And they crowded out of the balcony, the Duke and the Prince clasping hands 
in token of purposeful comradeship. For now the die was cast. Now nothing 
could stay the fury of the Boxers, nothing could save all those unsuspecting 
white women and girls from the rape, the tortures, the atrocious 
degradations to be imposed on their tender flesh in this dire and unholy 
vengeance... 

It was Saturday morning, May the seventeenth, and Fritz Reimath was in his 
office at the German Consulate, from whose roof there hung limply the flag 
of his Fatherland. He was in the act of dictating a letter addressed to the 
Dowager Empress, to explain the circumstances of his having taken arms 
against one of her countrymen, explaining that the young man had attempted 
to assassinate him and that he suspected that the girl and his assailant 
were both party to a plot aimed at bringing disrepute upon the Consulate. 

He had news a short time ago that his ailing wife was dying in a little 
hospital inside the fortress. His secretary, Wilhelmina Preusser, had come 
from Berlin a year ago to serve her Fatherland as secretary to this 
important dignitary. She was thirty, her black hair piled in an imposing bun 
at the top of her head, with a white batiste shirtwaist and long black 
skirt, and high-buttoned shoes. She wore spectacles, though she did not need 
them, so as to give her a more studious and efficient appearance. But though 
still a spinster and a virgin, she was secretly enamored of her office 
employer. She grieved with him when his wife was taken ill, and she told 
herself that Herr Reimath had far too heavy a cross to bear, that what he 
needed was the inspiration and the affection of a younger woman, a woman 
such as herself. 

Fritz Reimath stared at the buxom brunette as if seeing her for the first 
time, and indeed he was. The harrowing adventure which had almost cost him 
his life and the lascivious excitement of the unknown young Chinese girl who 
had offered herself to him had had their emotional reaction: how he had 
begun to feel like a hero at Sedan, a man worthy of the Iron Cross from the 
Chancellor himself. Herr Gott, what man of his age could disarm one of those 
strong young yellow fiends and stab him to death! And with his wife certain 
to die, it was high time he had some pleasure. Not the pleasure derived from 
paying a Chinese slut to lend her body to his desires, but the reciprocal 
love of a handsome young woman, a woman like Fraulein Preusser. 

He cleared his throat and forced his most congenial smile to his sensual 
mouth as he approached her desk. "Excuse me, Fraulein," his words were 
halting, chosen. "That letter can wait. After all, Saturday should surely be 
a day of rest, nicht wahr? Would you do me the honor of having luncheon with 
me? There is a little restaurant in the next block with very commendable 
shrimp wonton, and I know they have ripe cherries for dessert." 

"Why, Herr Konsul, I I'd be delighted!" she beamed. She rose and, catching 
her skirt against the legs of the chair swayed a little. Fritz Reimath had 
already moved towards her, and this decided him as an opportunist. His hands 
on her shoulders, he put his mouth to hers and gave her a long lustful kiss. 
For the sake of form, she had at first struggled; but then, ecstatic at 
being approached by so exalted a personage, uttered a long rhapsodic sigh: 
"Ohhh, dear Herr Reimath!" 

At that very moment the door of the Consulate was flung open by a tall young 
grimfaced captain of the Boxers, followed by six grinning soldiers who 
brandished knives and revolvers. 

"See, my brothers?" the young captain turned back to his men. "These 
accursed white devils flaunt their filthy lusts within a stone's throw of 
the Imperial Palace. Let us avenge this dishonor!" And then, leveling his 
old Mauser, he pulled the trigger twice. Fritz Reimath uttered a choking 
cry, twisted around, his eyes huge with astonishment and pain, and then fell 
heavily onto the floor and lay still. Wilhelmina Preusser, hand at her 
mouth, stood as if petrified. The captain holstered his smoking revolver and 
stepped towards her. Then, with a contemptuous sneer, he put his hands to 
the bodice of her shirtwaist and ripped it from her body, and then the 
camisole to expose the magnificent rondures of her heaving titties. 

Only then did she find voice, but it availed her nothing. At his sign, two 
of his men leaped forward with obscene threats, seized the unfortunate woman 
by the wrists and forced her down to her knees. A third soldier squatted 
behind her and ripped off her skirt, then the petticoat, and finally the 
black cotton bloomers which sheathed the sumptuous, plump, sinuously 
separated cheeks of her ivory-skinned behind. 

"Dirty foreign whore," the young captain addressed her in pidgin English, 
"you deserve to die, but I spare your life if you do to me what you would 
have done for that pigdog of a foreign devil!" 

He made a sign, and a fourth soldier stepped forward and pressed the muzzle 
of his revolver against Wilhelmina Preusser's temple, while the other two 
men, kneeling on either side of her, tightened their hold on her wrists and 
maintained her on her knees before her interlocutor. 

The young captain, smirking down at the horrified and nearly fainting 
victim, unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and bared his elongated, 
violently swollen prick. "Now, sorceress," he urged in a hoarse voice, "do 
to it what you did to the mouth of that assassin of my countryman, that 
despoiler of an innocent Chinese girl, or you die!" 

Wilhelmina Preusser's eyes goggled at the sight of that pulsating spear with 
its dark veins standing out against the taut skin. Then a furious crimson 
blush burned her cheeks and forehead as she closed her eyes and whimpered, 
"Ach, nein. Ich-ich kann nicht. Bitte, nicht das, bitte!" 

At the captain's sign, the soldier holding the gun to her temple cocked the 
trigger, and she uttered a shriek of terror. "If you will not, then you 
die." the captain snarled. "Quick, sorceress! Fa Jung, take your belt and 
encourage her. It will be her first training as a whore for our brothels!" 

A fifth soldier, squat and bald, his little eyes beady and furtive, chuckled 
lewdly as he drew his heavy black leather belt out of the trouser loops. 
Stationing himself behind her, he lifted it and applied a slashing cut 
across the ripest curves of her ivory bottom cheeks. Wilhelmina Preusser 
uttered a shriek, writhed on her knees, tried to jerk free, but the soldier 
with the gun pressed it hard against her temple and hissed, "You obey 
Captain Cheng Fu, or I kill now!" 

A second lash, a third, and then a fourth, left blazing red streaks over the 
sumptuous globes of the victim's naked, shuddering bottom globes. Overcome 
by pain and terror, the buxom brunette at last opened her mouth, and Captain 
Cheng Fu, chuckling with gloating joy, pressed his swollen cockhead between 
her lips. "Now you suck good," he ordered, signing for the soldier with the 
belt to lay it on without mercy. 

Thus Wilhelmina Preusser, shrieking out under the searing cuts of the belt 
on her naked behind, and with a gun at her head, performed the first sexual 
act of her thirty years ... but it was, alas, not to be the last! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

With the assassination of Fritz Reimath, several platoons of Boxers rushed 
into the Street of the Dragon, intent on butchering all the other foreign 
diplomats and their aides who might be found in that row of stately offices 
within the white and red brick, two story building which was so near to the 
Imperial Palace as to be in itself an affront to Tsu Hsi. 

But they found only a few of the diplomats, who having heard the outcry from 
the German Consulate, fled into the rear of their offices and hid in closets 
or waited, cowering or standing proudly erect-according to their own 
individual temperament-to await their destiny. Among these was Albert 
Garconniere, assistant consul for France, and Matthew Hoskins, the first 
secretary to the British Consul, and several lesser dignitaries from the 
Belgian, Dutch and Russian legations. 

Matthew Hoskins stood facing his assassins, arms at his sides, making no 
attempt to defend himself rom the brutal slashes of half a dozen knives. He 
slumped to the floor, his blood staining the green carpet, and a young Boxer 
kicked his dead body as a sign of final contempt. Albert Garconniere, 
however, tried valiantly to defend himself, for he wanted to live. And so 
when the yelling soldiers smashed down the door of the French Consular 
office, Albert Garconniere drew a pistol from his waistcoat, leveled it and 
killed the first man to cross the threshold. He fired again, wounding a 
second soldier, but the gun jammed. Reversing it, he used it as a club and 
brained a burly, bald Chinaman who came at him with a heavy cudgel. But as 
he dodged the blow and struck his assailant on his back and he died at once 
... 

But the orders of Prince Tuan to his wily accomplice, Duke Lan, the now 
active commander of all Boxer troops, where being swiftly carried out. 
Prince Tuan had secured the names and addresses of the families of those 
diplomats who had come to China to despoil her, and Duke Lan at once 
dispatched platoons of soldiers to those condemned dwellings, with orders 
not to slay the women and young girls, but to take them captive. Meanwhile, 
the Russian Consul Piotor Vorshilof and the elderly French Consul Jacques 
Picard, as well as the gray-haired and dignified British Consul William 
Dougald, had already made their way to the fortress early that morning, 
perhaps having a terrible presentiment of what was to befall all whites in 
the city of Peking this dreadful day. They had told their faithful houseboys 
to pack only the most valuable possessions and to bring the women of the 
household and these valuables to the fortress as quickly as possible. 

This fortress, near the Street of the Dragon, had originally been built by 
the French, and now quartered some 300 French, English and German officers. 
There were quarters for the enlisted men and sumptuously furnished rooms for 
the officer on the second floor at the left wing. The walls were made of 
stone and as tall as the Imperial Palace itself. There were cannons inside 
the fortress, too. Besides a little hospital where Fritz Reimath's ailing 
wife lay dying, there were smaller billets for some of the Chinese servants. 
And since many of these had already deserted to go over to the Boxer cause, 
there would be room for the civilians who might here to take refuge against 
the terrible wave of bloodshed, torture and savagery which pitted the yellow 
race against the white in a duel for survival which the whole world would be 
watching. . . 

Not only the coolie workers in the fortress had traitorously renounced the 
white overlords whom till now they had fawned upon, eager for the gold and 
the extra measures of rice which their duties procured; but many a trusted 
houseboy or amah, responding to the viciously patriotic cry of the Boxer 
soldiers in the streets of Peking, trembled with pride at the thought that 
now they could cast aside the shackles of their servitude to these accursed 
white devils and help deliver them to the glorious armies of Lord Duke Lan 
... 

Old Lin Moi, housekeeper to the dowdy wife of the murdered First Secretary, 
had long felt compassion for the lovely Jane Evans and loathing for the 
cruelty of her fat and vindictive mistress. She could have told Mathilda 
Hoskins that the young Englishwoman was certainly not guilty of attempting 
to seduce Matthew Hoskins, and perhaps, though illiterate, she understood 
why the woman lost no opportunity to shame and thrash poor Jane Evans like 
the lowliest of scullery maids. And so, when she heard the shrill cries of 
the Boxer soldiers down the alleyway behind the Hoskins house, she hurried 
into the living room toward where Mathilda Hoskins was again berating the 
pale faced, trembling, silent young brunette. "Mistress," she cried. "The 
Boxers come! We must leave the house quickly or they will kill us all!" 

"Nonsense, you yellow heathen," Mathilda Hoskins sneered, "what's this story 
of yours about Boxers? My husband would certainly have told me if there were 
any danger. I see what you're trying to do. I was just about to give Miss 

Evans, Miss High-and-Mighty Evans, if you please, the cane on her bare butt 
for having stolen my favorite brooch!" 

"It's not true! I haven't seen it in a week, and that's the truth, Mrs. 
Hoskins!" Jane passionately protested. 

"You lying little thieving slut, I know your kind, I've told you that 
before!" the fat woman jeered, slapping Jane's face with her pudgy hand. 
"Get out of here, you old yellow fool, unless you'd like to stay and watch 
Miss Jane Evans prepare her noble butt for a dozen of the best bent right 
down over the Chesterfield!" 

Then, a vicious grin making her fat face even more ugly, she brandished the 
rattan and snarled, "Strip, Miss! Maybe after you've had a good dozen as a 
start, you'll remember where you hid the brooch!" 

"I swear to you-" 

"Do you want me to have this skinny old Chinese heathen hold you down while 
I attend to your clothes, my girl?" Mathilda Hoskins hissed. 

With a sob of desperate frustration and despair, Jane Evans slowly hoisted 
skirt and petticoat and took her place over the Chesterfield's end. "That's 
more like it," Mathilda Hoskins sniggered as she moved forward to tug down 
the young woman's drawers, licking her lips in anticipation at seeing the 
angry red weals of the rattan leap upon Jane Evans' milky flesh. But even as 
she fumbled with the waistband of the drawers, there was a crash of pots and 
pans being overturned in the kitchen, the excited voices of Chinamen, and 
then five men, with rifles and knives, burst into the living room. 

Mathilda Hoskins blanched, the rattan dropping from her nerveless hand. Lin 
Moi called out in Chinese, "Spare the girl, she is a slave to this cursed 
sorceress. But kill the sorceress, she is fat and ugly and old and cannot 
give you pleasure." 

"At you wish, venerable old woman," a tall sergeant of the Boxers, heading 
the platoon, agreed. Raising his pistol, he shot Mathilda Hoskins in the 
belly. She gave a gurgling cry, clapped both fat hands over the bleeding 
wound at which she stared with horrified, exorbitant eyes. Then she crumpled 
onto the sofa and began to shriek as the waves of hideous pain wrenched her 
vitals. 

Jane Evans straightened, tugging down skirt and petticoat, pale with terror 
at this greater danger. "Spare her!" Lin Moi repeated, "she is good, she has 
done you no harm!" 

"By the order of the Lord Duk Lan, old mother," the sergeant grinned as he 
jerked his thumb obscenely toward the shuddering young brunette, "she is to 
be taken prisoner and thence to the city of Hanchow, where it is ordained 
that all young white sorceresses shall stand trial for their crimes against 
China! Seize her and bind her and gag her, and then let us go, for we have 
other business that must be done swiftly before all these accursed 
foreigners escape!" 

In a trice, Jane Evans found herself with her wrists and ankles tightly 
thonged, a piece of her dying employer's own shirtwaist stuffed into her 
mouth as a gag with a strip of heavy burlap bound over it and knotted at the 
back of her neck to gag her. Hoisted like a sack of potatoes, she was taken 
from the house out of the servitude which had seemed hell but toward another 
from which, before another forty-eight hours had elapsed, she would pray for 
her death as a deliverance and mercy ... The handsome nineteen year old 
houseboy Kim Sung, Lida Garconniere's lover, was aiding Lida and Claudia in 
packing the jewels. Then they all hid in the cellar. 

Soon Corporal Weng Chu arrived with his men. When they entered the cellar, 
Claudia Garconniere could not suppress a sneeze, and the Boxers quickly 
discovered her. 

"This little vixen accuses you of having lain with the young sorceress, 
"Corporal Weng Chu sniggered as he moved forward to face the handsome young 
houseboy. "You will speak at once or I will have my men cut out your 
intestines. It will be a slow death and much pain. Well, speak! You, a young 
man of your strength and intelligence, to be serving these foreign devils! 
You deserve death as it is, but I will spare you if you tell the truth!" 

One of the soldiers put his knife to Kim Sung's Adam's apple, pricking it 
with the sharp point. "Yes-yes-but I had to do it-she seduced me-forgive me, 
noble Boxers!" Kim Sung cravenly sobbed. 

"Cochonl Sacre chien," Lida Garconniere hissed, turning scarlet as she saw 
the eyes of the Chinese soldiers fix upon her, appraising her, mentally 
disrobing her and imagining her and Kim Sung naked and fucking together. 

Handsome, auburn-haired Claudia Garconniere uttered a cry of horrified 
consternation at this confession: "Lida-monDieu-tell them that he lies, 
quickly! It isn't possible-you and the Chinaman-c'est trop degoutante!" 

"Yes, sorceress, tell her," Corporal Weng Chu sauntered over to the 
trembling honey-haired girl and, with a smirk of familiarity, cupped her 
chin in his left hand while he pointed his pistol at her heart. 

"Don't hurt me-oh please-yes, yes, he was my lover!" Lida hysterically cried 
out. 

Claudia Garconniere closed her eyes and shuddered. "You filthy, contemptible 
little slut! You're no better than a ten franc Parisian whore!" she panted, 
putting her hand to her eyes and bowing her head as she thought of the shame 
this disclosure would bring Lida's father, her beloved Albert. 

"How very interesting!" Corporal Weng Chu sniggered. "I have never seen one 
of our people mate with one of these accursed sorceresses. Kim Sung, if you 
do not wish your intestines to spill out on the floor, you will lie with 
this young sorceress before us all to teach us how it is done!" 

"Oh no-don't let him-Maman, I don't want to!" Lida hysterically cried, 
turning toward her stepmother. But Claudia turned her back on the 
honey-haired girl, and muttered, "I should have whipped you to the blood, 
you filthy little bitch! Oh, if only I'd known! And that wretched Chinese 
boy-how could you stoop so low?" 

Alas, Claudia Garconniere thought only of the disgrace and the shame brought 
upon herself and her husband. She had not yet learned the true meaning of 
shame, but she would in the court of Li Woo in Hanchow. 

The two soldiers guarding Kim Sung pushed him toward the sobbing Lida with 
obscene exhortations. The handsome young Chinese houseboy stammered, "Missy, 
forgive-I must, to save our lives. But I love you, Missy, I do it in love!" 

She backed away as she saw him reach for her, but two soldiers suddenly 
behind her shoved her forward into his arms, guffawing obscenely. One of 
them called to her in pidgin English, "If Missy not like houseboy, me Bo 
Kan, show you what good Chinese prick can do between your white 

"Quickly now, we have little time to waste on all of you," the corporal 
growled. "Strip her naked and fuck her before all of us, or you die at 
once!" 

At this terrible threat, Kim Sung shuddered and, seizing the struggling, 
shrieking, honey-haired girl, ripped off her dress and camisole, then her 
drawers, and flung her down upon her back on the cold earthen floor, while 
he fumbled with his silken robe to bare his prick. Three Boxer soldiers 
seized Claudia Garconniere and dragged her forward, while one of them stood 
behind her, his right hand atop her head, his left thumb and forefinger 
pressing her eyelids upward so that she was forced to look as the corporal 
commanded. 

The exquisite naked body of the struggling young French girl excited Kim 
Sung even in this terrible aura of danger and death. His prick hardened, he 
gouged himself into her cunt, and began to fuck her. But hardly had he begun 
when Corporal Weng Chu leaned down, seized the youth's pigtail in his left 
hand and with his right slashed his knife over the youth's throat. Lida 
shrieked and then fainted as her young Chinese lover's blood splashed down 
to stain her titties and throat and belly, even to blotch her face with the 
warm, sticky liquid of death. 

And then she shrieked again, for two of the soldiers had dragged her away 
from the bleeding body, flung her down on her belly and held her by the 
wrists while another squatted on the small of her back and the corporal, 
kneeling between her flailing legs, yawned open the cheeks of her behind and 
viciously buggered her. "There," he panted after he had discharged his 
essence into her bowels, "is all you deserve of Chinese seed! Now then, you 
others, bind the other woman and gag her and blindfold her, so that she may 
be taken to the Mandarin of Hanchow without delay. You, Bo Kan, and you, 
Tsien Fu, if you wish to amuse yourselves with this young sorceress as I 
have just done, I give you leave. And then we shall take her with the older 
on to Hanchow." 

Lieutenant Peng Chu had slipped out of the Vorshilof house and told the 
little scullery maid Tsi Keng to go quickly to the house of her parents near 
the west gate. Then he hurried down the alley way to the secret headquarters 
of the Boxers, where he donned the white robe with the yellow circle over 
his heart and assumed his rightful insignia as lieutenant. From his captain, 
he respectfully commandeered six men to accompany him back to the residence 
of the Russian Consul. And there, in the bedroom of Katerina Ourosoff, he 
found the beautiful buxom widow and her niece Nadia Kaplinski in each 
other's arms, naked but for their camisoles and silken hose and garters, 
fondling and kissing and pussy rubbing, their carnal bliss obliterating all 
thoughts of their own personal safety before the Boxer hordes. 

He had both women stretched on their bellies on the bed, and while his men 
held the wrists and ankles of the two naked captives, he seized a thin 
flexible bamboo switch and began to flog them till they howled for mercy. "I 
have seen you often thus, you filthy sorceresses," he snarled as he brought 
the bamboo switch whistling down on poor young Nadia's streaked and 
shuddering bottom globes. "And you, the fat sow, who pretends to give her 
the whip for her wickedness, when you do it to inflame your own filthy and 
depraved lusts, you I know even better!" And the bamboo whistled down on 
Katerina Ourosoff's spacious writhing and vividly streaked posterior. 

But because he was well disciplined and because he was avidly a Boxer who 
wished the sublime punishment and degradation for all foreigners, Peng Chu 
halted his men in their urge to bugger and fuck the two weeping, 
well-thrashed naked women when at last he had flung the switch away. And so 
they too were bound and gagged and trundled off to a secret place on the 
edge of the city where at nightfall they would be taken to the court of the 
Mandarin of Hanchow, there to expiate the evil they had done ... 

But there were a few who were loyal to their employers, like faithful old 
Mei Fong, the nurse of Ernestine Hullweg. It was she who swore to the Boxer 
soldiers who invaded the house of Kurt Hullweg that all in this house had 
committed no crime and respected the honor of the Dowager Empress. "Make 
them prisoners, then, and let them be tried by an honorable mandarin," she 
urged, "but do not slaughter the innocent until you know they have wronged 
our nation." 

To such extent did her words prevail that the sergeant commanding the 
platoon reluctantly agreed. And thus it was that Erika and her stepfather 
and his mature wife Ernestine were taken to Hanchow unharmed but as 
prisoners to stand before the tribunal of Li Woo ... 

And finally, since the Boxers unleashed their pillaging and murder in the 
provinces of little villages surrounding Peking, Dorothy Trowbridge and 
Katya van der Groot were made prisoners and they too began the long journey 
to that gilded court where fat, depraved Li Woo avidly waited to pronounce 
sentence upon them. Katya's pastor-husband was killed before her eyes, as 
was the young Dutch soldier Hans Mulder who had been convalescing from his 
wounds in the van der Groot house. 

And thus as poor Katya was driven along, lying in the bottom of a wooden 
cart drawn by an ox, bound and gagged, she could think mournfully of how she 
had been widowed of a husband who had not one fucked her in the five years 
of their marriage, and widowed at the same time from the handsome young man 
who she had longed to fuck her. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The serious assault of the Boxers in the city of Peking had left many 
foreigners dead or dying. But, contrary to the hopes of Duke Lan, the 
surprise attack had not succeeded in annihilating the entire foreign 
contingent and especially the troops who were already quartered in the 
garrison near the Imperial Palace. Although he had given orders to cut the 
telegraph lines out of Peking, a number of embassy officials had already 
managed to get word out of the hostile city to their nation's troops 
stationed not only in other parts of China but also in Macao, as well as to 
some of the warships lying at anchor in the harbor of Hong Kong. 

Nevertheless, the Boxer chief was exultant when the news was brought to him 
over this first weekend of bloody yet patriotic warfare that numerous white 
women and young girls not only in Peking but also in the provinces had been 
captured and were on their way to Hanchow, there to stand trial for their 
"crimes" against China and the Dowager Empress herself. He had given orders 
to Li Woo, the mandarin who would preside at these trials, that none was to 
be put to death, but that they were to be dealt with-and the verbatim terms 
of his message to Li Woo so decreed-"with justice and yet severity, with 
understanding and yet with the benign punishments a father might use upon 
willful and disobedient children. It is the men of these cursed foreign 
invaders who are truly the guilty ones, and they shall meet death by the 
most insidious tortures. Yet perhaps if they understand that their women are 
in our hands and being chastised and degraded so they can no longer feel 
themselves so superior to us, whose history is far more ancient and 
honorable than theirs ever will be, they will begin to understand the 
magnitude of our illustrious Hsu Hsi's regime." 

Yet, to add to the terror of the captives whom we have already seen seized 
by the Boxers and sent on to Hanchow, there was to be agonizing delay and 
long weeks spent in the dungeons of the mandarin's palace. For on the Monday 
following the capture of such beauties as Lida Garconniere and Jane Evans, 
further word came from Duke Lan urging Li Woo to suspend judgment for some 
weeks. For at first the battle had gone well for the Boxers, and it seems 
that they would carry all before them, except of course for the fortress 
which was still under siege. Yet the shrewd warlord understood that if, by 
some unfortunate whim of the gods, the cause of the Boxers should diminish 
in glory and be threatened with disaster, it would be wiser to have these 
hostages still unharmed so that he might treat with the diplomats of the 
accursed foreigners and obtain better terms for his own captured soldiers. 

And thus it was that a full month went by while these unfortunate women from 
Peking and the provinces languished in the dark cells beneath the floor of 
the palace of Li Woo. Their pleas to their jailers for news, for at least 
some word as to when they would be brought before the mandarin, were 
ignored. Stolidly, the matrons attached to Li Woo's household, together with 
several soldiers from the Imperial Army stationed in Hanchow, brought them 
their meager food and often blackish water, their faces cold and hostile, 
without a word. And as Jane Evans herself said during the fourth week of her 
captivity to the weeping Lida with whom she had been quartered in the same 
narrow, dark and fetid cell, "At least if they'd only tell us what's going 
to happen, or when, we could endure it. But this waiting will drive us mad." 

On the morning of the eighteenth day of the sixth month in the Year of the 
Fox, the news from Peking and Kansu was hardly joyous to the Boxers and to 
the illustrious mandarin of Hanchow. The soldiers of the foreign nations 
still held fast in their fortress against the Boxers. Soldiers from the 
German and French military camps at Lo Chin, at the very entry of the 
province of Kansu, had already crushed the attackers there and controlled 
almost the entire region. 

And what was worst of all, the fabulous legend that the Boxers were 
invincible was beginning to be questioned by the lowliest of peasants who 
had been crying out for vengeance against the foreign oppressors. On the 
street facing the fortress in Peking, many men with shaven heads and white 
robes lay sprawled, their deaths caused by bullets from the guns of the 
white devils. Had the mighty Duke Lan lied then, the superstitious peasants 
asked one another. 

Yet Hanchow was still safe from attack, for it was accessible to the enemy 
only after climbing a range of tortuously steep hills, and the soldiers of 
the Imperial Army as well as the Boxer troops stationed under Li Woo's 
command were ready to repel any invader. And so the great power of the 
Dowager Empress could still flourish as in olden times. Thus it was that on 
this June morning when the sun shone, the darkest hours of all were to begin 
for the luckless females incarcerated beneath the floor of Li Woo's 
palace... 

His courtroom was even larger than his enormous banquet chamber. And the 
intricately tiled floor was fabricated on two levels, so that one end formed 
the dais. On it, Li Woo sat tailor-fashion at the tribunal table, seated 
majestically upon brocaded cushions. To his left was the venerable Jong Ma, 
a colonel in the Boxer army, who commanded the main garrison of the citadel 
of Hanchow. To his right was the old peddler Guey Wong, and beside the 
latter,' a long-time friend of the mandarin, the lean, wealthy merchant from 
Wosan, Fa Joe. 

At the back of this enormous chamber and on its lower level, uniformed 
guards were posted, armed with spears or curved swords. But these guards 
were regulars in the Chinese Army, whose presence was part of the elaborate 
protocol which the mandarin had set forth to surround this "trial" with an 
official status. In this way, the shrewd and sadistic Li Woo assured himself 
that the representatives of these accursed foreign devils would have no 
reason to decry total lawlessness or barbarism in the disposition he would 
make of those brought before him "to seek true justice according to their 
just due." And those soldiers were there also at the cunning suggestion of 
crafty Prince Tuan, for they would act as official observers for Tsu Hsi and 
thus enforce her edict, which had been given to Duke Lan himself, that no 
hostage was to incur the death penalty... 

Beyond the low table of the tribunal over which Li Woo presided, a smoking 
brazier stood, with several branding irons thrust into it. Just beyond, was 
a rectangular wooden bench on which lay a curious whip. Its handle was not 
more than six inches long, made of heavy, doubled and tightly sewn ox hide; 
but the thongingeniously affixed to it was twenty-four inches in length, 
some three-eights of an inch wide and almost a quarter of an inch thick. 
Most singular of all, the last four inches of this remarkable flagellatory 
implement were tapered into a width of about a quarter of an inch and ended 
in a heavily knotted tip. The thong was grayish-white in color, and it 
looked singularly soft, with hardly any punitive quality to its caress. 

Kneeling at the edge of the dais were Li Woo's two female torturesses and 
executioners, both of whom had burned incense before the shrine of the 
Goddess Kuan Yin, the patroness of Chinese justice. They had recalled to 
each other this glorious morning how their beloved and mighty master Li Woo 
had saved them from ignominious death and elevated them to such rank as they 
now held this day, a day when they would show to the nobles and the soldiers 
assembled here theiringenious skills in punishing the sorceresses who had 
sinned against Mother China. Soo Fa and Ma Loo knelt facing the mandarin, 
clad in sleeveless red and yellow robes, arms folded across their bosoms and 
their heads bowed towards him in humility and obeisance. But their eyes 
sparkled with pride and anticipation, for they knew that in the audience on 
the lower level, were shopkeepers, minor officials of Hanchow, wealthy 
merchants, and Buddhist priests who had angrily decried the rising of the 
hated Christian faith in their diocese. 

A death-like silence had fallen now over this huge courtroom as all 
understood that the moment was at hand. Li Woo, conscious of his powers and 
gloating over them as much as did his two sadistic female enforcers, intoned 
in a ready voice, a prayer in honor of Tsu Hsi. Then he went on: "What a 
great honor as mandarin and first magistrate of the Celestial One in this, 
her Imperial City of Hanchow, I have to signal to you and how unworthy I am 
of this exalted task. Now, on this very hour of never-to-be forgotten day in 
the sixth moon of the Year of the Fox, I pronounce the opening of the trial 
of those foreign devils who have bewitched and betrayed our good, 
illustrious and humble people, who have subjected them to the insolent and 
cruel tyrannies of soldiers bearing arms against our beloved nation, who 
have cheated them in the market places and corrupted their very souls in the 
name of that blasphemous religion which I will not signify by uttering its 
name. And so, to all of you, I bid welcome in accordance with the will of 
the divine Tsu Hsi and of the great Prince Tuan, and I announce that this 
tribunal is now open to hear the cases of those malfeasants and malefactors 
who shall appear before you, stripped of all their pride and their 
arrogance, just as verily, their raiment shall be stripped from their 
pampered flesh to taste the justice of those against they have so grievously 
sinned!" 

He eyed Guey Wong, who nodded excitedly, clasped his hands in an attitude of 
prayerful joy; and the smile on his cruel, moist full lips deepened in 
appreciation. Clearing his throat, he went on: "Let it be said at once that 
justice and mercy will vie with each other, yet it will be Chinese justice 
and Chinese mercy, in no way akin to the hypocritical and sanctimonious laws 
which these foreign devils have us enact. I hereby invoke the ancient god of 
wrath and I summon up before you the imperishable memories of our most 
ancient dynasties when I declare that in this court and before me, 
punishment must befit the crimes of the culprits. Those of you who are here 
to attend, I beg of you to watch in silence and to observe with respect how 
sentences are carried out upon all criminals who shall be adjudged guilty by 
our tribunal." 

A murmur of anticipation came from the gathered throng, on the lower level 
of this enormous courtroom. Li Woo smiled again, glancing at his old friend, 
and then, his face solemn and his voice harsh, went on: "Our first case will 
be a simple one, as is our tradition. You will hear and see a young white 
harlot who, according to that information which has been furnished to us, 
has herself perhaps committed no crime against China. Yet since she is the 
spawn of a white devil who has helped to make crafty and villainous treaties 
that would deliver all of us into the power of these foreigners, she is as 
guilty as her father before the law. Therefore, I say that her punishment 
shall inspire atonement as well as the divine spirit of humility, wherefrom 
it is hoped that she will inform us freely and without equivocation of all 
those heinous crimes which she knew her father was devising against Tsu Hsi. 
I now call for her to be brought forth!" And with this, he clapped his fat 
hands thrice. 

Far to his right, and on the lower level, a silken drapery hid a doorway, a 
drapery on which had been sewn the symbols of the Dragon, the Fox, and of 
the Clenched Fist as well. It was now drawn aside by one of the uniformed 
soldiers, and the door on the other side was opened by a Boxer officer to 
permit the first captive to face her vindictive judge. 

A third Chinese woman, Kee Ming, dressed in a robe of black and red, entered 
first, leading Lida Garconniere. The exquisite honey-haired French girl 
stumbled forward on a leash, which fitted to a ring in a leather collar 
round her neck. Her wrists were bound behind her back with rawhide thongs, 
and her hair was disheveled. She wore a white muslin dress, quite new and 
strange to see after the long weeks of her captivity in the underground 
cell. But the fact was that Li Woo's cunning sadism explained this 
attractive dress, which she might have worn for a social function; on his 
order, all white females lodged in his dungeons were to be given clean new 
attire such as their kind normally wore. Thus, when they brought before him 
and stripped for punishment, their humiliation would be all the greater! 

Li Woo contemplated the shuddering young French blonde with glittering eyes. 
Two nights before, he had paid a stealthy visit to the dungeons of the 
subterranean vaults of his dwelling, peeping through hidden little panels in 
the doors of each cell in order to inspect his intended victims and savor in 
advance their intoxicating physical charms. In this appraisal, he had 
already secretly marked Lida as his future concubine. The heart-shaped, 
exquisite modeling of her face, with her large dark-blue eyes now filled 
with tears and piteously anguished, the tremulous quality of her mouth and 
the milky pallor of her bare skin, ignited his bestial lusts as he now sat 
in judgment upon her, knowing exactly what he was going to order for her 
chastisement, gloating over his unchallenged powers over not only her but 
also all of the others who awaited their own moment before the tribunal. 

It was true that she, like all the others, were officially hostages to be 
held under the sacred order of Tsu Hsi herself; and yet there had been no 
stipulation and there was no law, that Lida and the others should not serve 
his own ferocious rut so long as she and the others did not perish. And 
because his first critical consideration of all these frightened young women 
and girls had marked her with a particular relish, he had already decided 
that she should be the first to endure his "Chinese justice" so that her 
magnificent body might be exposed before his admiring eyes as a prelude to 
his eventual and far more prolonged possession of her white flesh. 

"Sorceress," he intoned, "you stand before us charged with having 
treasonable knowledge of your father's plot against the mighty Empire of 
China and Tsu Hsi herself. How do you plead to this charge?" 

He prided himself on being learned; besides several dialects of Chinese, Li 
Woo spoke English, French, a little German and Dutch, and had some 
acquaintance with Spanish and Italian as well. Because of this, Tsu Hsi had 
selected him as her magistrate, since he could better interpret and 
comprehend the defenses which these accursed foreign devils would bring 
before their judges. 

Lida Garconniere trembled. Her frightened eyes stared at all of the men 
before her, the gray-haired old peddler, the Boxer officer, the prosperous 
merchant, and finally, the terrifyingly cruel and salaciously menacing face 
of Li Woo himself. 

Since he had spoken to her in English, she replied in that tongue: "I I've 
done nothing! My father is assistant to the French Consul in Peking, and I 
know that he wanted no war with the Chinese. You have no right to imprison 
us, my mother and me. We've heard nothing from Peking." 

"It is my humane compassion which permits me to enlighten your ignorance, 
you young sorceress," the mandarin retorted. "Your father is dead, so at 
least his treason against China has been avenged. But this does not absolve 
you of your own guilt. Tell us now, I order you in the name of her Celestial 
Majesty what you know of the treaties and the secret messages which your 
father must surely have composed for the destruction of our glorious 
nation!" 

"That is a lie! I know nothing, my father served his country, and better 
than you serve yours, you cruel, hateful man!" Lida Garconniere cried out 
indignantly. Tears ran down her cheeks,-for the news of her father's death 
had stunned her, news that seemed like a nightmare. 

But her brave defiance, motivated by the agony of this dreadful news, was 
rash indeed, for it defied not only the justice of the Dowager Empress whose 
agent the mandarin was in symbol of this tribunal but what was worse, it 
rendered personal insult to the mandarin himself. Sucking in his breath with 
ill-concealed fury, Li Woo controlled himself with a visible effort. In a 
severe voice, his eyes seeking out the spectators and ignoring the trembling 
blonde, he declared, "It was the blessed custom during our ancient and 
glorious Ming Dynasty to put the question to the offender who refused to 
speak truth. And so now I invoke the ancient laws, and I sentence this 
unreasonable and irascible white sorceress to the bench of exquisite 
captivity. Acquaint her with it at once!" 

Kee Ming laughed softly and nodded. Tugging at the leash, she forced the 
frightened honey-haired captive to stumble behind her and marched her 
towards the low bench before which Soo Fa and Ma Loo already waited, having 
hastened to it the moment they had heard their revered master pronounce this 
cruelly euphemistic phrase. Then she turned and swiftly removed the leather 
collar from Lida's neck, while the other two Chinese women swiftly and 
expertly stripped her of the muslin dress, her petticoat and camisole. 

This was not done without frantic cries of shame and protest, as Lida 
twisted and jerked in her captors' grasp. She denounced them, as she did the 
mandarin and she threatened the latter with the reprisal of her own native 
land. To this Li Woo made a furious gesture, and Soo Fa and Ma Loo again 
seized her while she tried to huddle herself, clad now only in white batiste 
drawers, gray lisle stockings and shoes, her sumptuously round young titties 
with their dusky coral buds panting in her terror and shame before all those 
hateful, alien eyes. 

Now the two capable Chinese torturesses ripped off her batiste drawers. Even 
as she shrieked and clapped one hand over her furry cunt, they crouched at 
her feet and yanked off shoes and stockings till at last, she stood naked 
before the entire court. 

"Is she to have a mere whipping, then?" Guey Wong whispered in apparent 
disappointment. 

"Ah, good old friend, your ears are not so sharp as when we caroused in our 
youth together," Li Woo smilingly reproved him. "Much more than a mere 
whipping, be very certain. Did you not hear me say that she should taste the 
bench of exquisite captivity? Watch. No bonds will hold her when she 
receives the lash. Moreover, it will not be the bamboo rod nor the leather 
thong, but instead the delightful tickling of the eel skin upon that 
magnificent bottom and those lithe, firm white thighs! Ah, Guey Wong, watch 
and see how it used to be in the old days when China ruled the world in 
wisdom and in justice!" 

Soo Fa and Ma Loo again seized the sobbing honey-haired victim, forced her 
to the bench and turned her so that she faced the lower level of the 
courtroom, while her bottom and back were exposed to the full view of the 
intent tribunal. Soo Fa forced Lida flat on her belly on the bench, then 
crouched near her head and shoulders while Ma Loo knelt on the other side 
about at the level of the girl's waist. Both of them seemed to be sliding 
their hands under her body, and the old peddler leaned forward, a puzzled 
look on his face, to follow the proceedings. Suddenly there was a shrill 
scream from Lida, and her lusciously rounded milky bottom-cheeks clenched 
together in a violent and convulsive spasm. Her head rose, her dark-blue 
eyes blurred with tears. And she seemed to be shuddering as the two women 
rose, Ma Loo untying Lida's wrists. Indeed, she seemed to he upon the bench 
and to be tied to it in no way. 

Kee Ming seized the eel skin whip, and now returned to the bench, to take 
her place at Lida's left. She turned and bowed towards Li Woo and waited the 
sign. 

Again the room fell deathly silent as the superb honey-haired French girl 
found herself free of pinions. Cautiously she placed her palms against the 
edges of the bench as if to lift herself. Then her eyes again widened in 
inexpressible horror and as she raised her head, her lips parted in a 
sobbing cry: "Ohh, mon Dieu, oh mon Dieu, oh no, oh no! It's too horrible 
ayez pitie!" 

She looked back over her left shoulder at the tribunal. Tears glittered in 
those exorbitant eyes, and the delicate wings of her nostrils flared and 
shrank agitatedly. The old peddler stared at her superb naked body, 
devouring her as if he could never get enough of that milky-white skin. 

Li Woo turned to stare at his old friend, then chuckled, and he raised his 
right hand. Kee Ming drew a deep breath, her lips forming a vicious smile. 
Slowly she raised the heavy leather handle of that curious whip, held it 
aloft in the air an atrociously long moment, and then swept it down across 
the top of Lida's naked hips. 

The effect was electrifying! Lida started convulsively as the gray-white end 
of the whip adhered to the upper curves of both bottom-globes. Then her 
hands clawed the air, her head flung back, and a frenzied shriek resounded 
through the courtroom: "Ohh, it hurts me! Have mercy on me, I've done 
nothing, I'm not guilty of any wrong oh why do you torture me this way?" her 
little toes clawing and curling and clenching incessantly. And yet on the 
white expanse of that magnificent posterior, there was not the least sign of 
any mark. Already the Chinese torturess was slowly raising her arm for the 
second stroke. 

Lida now tensed her muscles, tightening the cheeks of her bottom with all 
her might. Lo, shuddering flexions ran up and down her thighs and calves; 
her shoulders jerked, her arms stretched out ahead of her and her 
fingernails probed into the hard wood of the low bench. She seemed at once 
to be steeling herself for an ordeal that was virtually beyond her power to 
endure. 

Then at last Kee Ming's arm slashed down and the thong danced over the 
tensing hemispheres of Lida's bottom, perhaps an inch below the tender flesh 
where that lash had kissed. The wicked eel skin clung to Lida's bare bottom 
with a lascivious and greedy caress; once again the flogged young victim's 
body trembled in violent, spasmodic tremors. All her limbs were in play, and 
most of all were the muscles of her bottom. These tightened and relaxed, 
only to tighten again in erratic tempo. Once again Lida started under the 
whiplash as the gray-white thong clung to her milky bottom with a prolonged 
and vicious kiss; once again her face was contorted with unspeakable 
torture, and her eyes glazed with new tears to follow those already 
streaming down her flushed, contorted cheeks. Her cry was poignant, 
harassed: "Ohh, mon Dieu, I can't bear such pain! Tuez-moi, tuez-moi, I'm 
innocent, I swear before le bon Dieu that I've done no harm to any of you 
kill me now, end such suffering!" 

"How talkative this young sorceress is," the old peddler murmured to the 
mandarin. "But I can't understand it. Kee Ming has applied the full strength 
of her arm, and yet I do not see a single mark on that magnificent white 
flesh. How is it that this sorceress does not throw herself off the bench 
under those furious blows?" 

"For the very excellent reason, admired friend of my boyhood," Li Woo 
smilingly explained, "that tiny wooden vises set into the surface of the 
bench have been clamped to the lips of her cunt and to the buds of her 
sensitive nipples. Hence should she try to leave her position of serene 
repose, I fear she would injure herself quite seriously. But then you ask 
about the absence of marks left by the lash well, here we have the unusual 
advantage of employing the eel skin. Thus one can flog an obstinate culprit 
for a long while, yet without tearing the flesh or shedding blood, which is 
always unesthetic. Oh to be sure, eventually you'll see swellings, but not 
once will you find streaks or the dark gashes which are left by the bamboo 
or the leather whip." 

"Oh, what imagination, what genius! Truly, Li Woo, you have surpassed 
yourself!" 

"But this is nothing," Li Woo modestly retorted, lowering his eyes to show 
that the compliment, while appreciated, was not yet fully deserved. "Before 
we finish with all these accursed sorceresses, you'll see far more ingenious 
chastisements for their sinfulness and their impiety." 

While this dialogue went on, the Chinese torturess continued to apply the 
eel skin to Lida's naked bottom-cheeks with cadenced and methodical 
regularity. The whip rose high in the air, was suspended, for a terrible 
suspense-ridden moment, then swept down to attack precisely the place which 
Kee Ming had chosen. She employed this novel whip in a constant downward 
progression. Covering the entire bottom from the slopes of Lida's hips to 
the tops of the young girl's thighs, with about a thirty-second interval 
between each stroke, she seemed to strike a new place, one not yet touched, 
each time. 

Shrieking, then sobbing wildly and unable to catch her breath, the 
unfortunate French girl clawed her own palms with her fingernails, dug her 
wriggling toes into the whipping bench. Her face turned restlessly from side 
to side as she tried futilely to find a less agonizingly vulnerable position 
in which to offer her bottom to the suctioning embrace of the eel skin 
thong. 

Lida's screams were deafening now as Kee Ming stopped after the twentieth 
stroke and paused to await further orders from Li Woo. 

"Will you speak at last, you stubborn harlot?" the mandarin exasperatedly 
demanded. "Confess your sins, throw yourself upon the mercy of this august 
court, and I shall end the thrashing." 

"Ohh pitie, le bon Dieu knows I have never heard of any plots! Oh my poor 
father you cannot speak for me or yourself, but you loved only France and 
you could not have wished war 

oh pity, the pain is too much, my poor fesses are cut to pieces!" 

"Your howling does not move this court," the mandarin sarcastically replied. 
"And I see no stripes and no blood on that fat bottom of yours. You may 
proceed, Kee Ming, but this time, administer the stripes first vertically, 
and then horizontally. By crisscrossing the lashes, we should be able to 
induce this obstinate slut to speak truthfully in front of her betters!" 

"Oh not that infernal whip again ohh, Dieu me protege I cannot 
aiieeoouuyeoww!! ! " 

The heartbreaking supplications of poor Lida were again interrupted by the 
hissing smack of the eel skin as the torturess sent the whip directly down 
the middle of Lida's left bottomglobe. The girl's posterior weaved from side 
to side, inflicting an atrocious agony in the tenderest part of her body 
(which of course, could not be seen because of her position on the whipping 
bench, since the tiny wooden vises fixing to the lips of her cunt were 
entirely hidden even from the torturess). Her head flung back again and 
again, her tear-blinded eyes fixed on the ceiling, her fingers dug and 
scraped at the bench, and her toes rubbed into the rough wood. 

Now a new slash of the eel skin clung across the base of Lida's upstandingly 
rounded milky behind. 

"Oh what a superb spectacle! How grateful I am to you for it, dear old 
friend!" the old peddler was beside himself. He licked his trembling lips, 
his eyes glittered with pleasure. "See how that big bottom of hers leaps up 
when the whip falls, although while it is still in the air descending, she 
tries to wriggle it as if to hide it from the eel skin. Oh, I must give that 
dear woman who wields the eels kin a piece of silver for this sublime treat! 
And to you, Li Woo, I lift this cup of wine to toast your genius!" 

Another lash striped the right buttock vertically, and then the following 
stroke fell across both jerking, shuddering nether hillocks. Lida's shrieks 
were piercing, wordless. Her face was bathed in tears, her knees clattered 
on the bench, the muscles of her thighs and bottom jerked and twitched 
uncontrollably as if she had been seized with ague. 

"So you will not speak the truth yet, you obstinate, wicked harlot?" the 
mandarin angrily harangued her. "Soo Fa, Ma Loo, each of you grasp one of 
that harlot's buttocks and draw them apart so that the whip may visit the 
tender groove between those fat posterior globes of hers!" 

But this command had been spoken in Chinese and Lida did not understand it. 
Yet when she felt the two Chinese women prying open the swollen, throbbing 
cheeks of her bottom, she tried with all her might to clench them together. 
"Not there!" she wailed piteously, "I'm innocent oh, man Dieu, I'm only a 
girl, how could I harm any of you have mercy have mercy and I will . ... " 

But at that instant with a deft flick of her wrist, Kee Ming darted the tip 
of the eel skin against the tender puckering orifice of Lida Garconniere's 
ass-hole. 

Frenzied with pain, the unfortunate victim nearly wrenched her nipples loose 
from the invisible unyielding vises. Her palms braced against the bench, she 
seemed almost to lift her swelling titties from their hidden pinions. Then a 
raucous, prolonged yell was torn from her. Her bottom jerked and writhed as 
she kicked her bare feet up and down against the bench: "Aah, aah, ohh, I'll 
confess anything, if only you'll stop! Oh, je meurs it tears me to pieces, 
oh I'm a poor helpless girl, I cannot stand this inhuman suffering I 
confess, I confess anything!" 

"To your father's part, then, in the conspiracy with other foreign devils 
who hoped to bring about the destruction of China?" Li Woo demanded in 
English. But at the same moment, he made a secret sign to the torturess with 
the whip. Her two colleagues at once obscenely yawned apart Lida's buttocks, 
and for the second time the infernally knotted tip of the eel skin thong 
smacked into the French girl's swollen ass-hole. 

"Aiieeowahrr!! ! I confess I confess to everything I'm guilty yes, my father 
too oh kill me now, quickly, but not that pain again, oh God, I can't stand 
it, kill me, that's too much!" 

The bench clattered as Lida's martyred body jerked and writhed upon it. And 
the old peddler, his hands secretly hidden under his robe, fondling his 
prick throughout this magnificent flogging, now uttered a sobbing groan and 
ground his teeth as orgasm stickied his palm with his own bubbling spunk. 

"Let the sorceress be taken to my private chamber, and have the physician 
attend her. I shall interrogate her later and obtain the full confession," 
Li Woo decreed. 

Soo Fa and Ma Loo released the half-fainting girl, their hands slipping 
under her sweat-drenched body to loosen the infernal little vises. This 
done, they dragged her to her feet by the wrists, her head slumped down, her 
hair streaming over her congested, tear-wet face, and turned her this way 
and that so that all might see the lividly swollen nipple buds and the 
raw-looking lips of her vulva. Then, at Li Woo's abrupt sign, they dragged 
her, moaning and whimpering, through the door whence she had been brought. 

To the mandarin's own bed chamber they brought her, laying her on her belly 
upon the huge, perfumed, silk-sheeted bed. Binding her wrists and ankles 
with silken cords, they made these fast to metal rings set into the teakwood 
head and footboards of that lecherous bed, thrusting first a pillow under 
her loins to elevate her burning bottom. The woman who had whipped her so 
diabolically now brought a special salve to rub over that unmarked 
posterior, and all three mockingly promised her a night far warmer than the 
recent hour, and then they went out, leaving Lida Garconniere to moan and 
sob and to pray aloud for death, little suspecting what even more dreadful 
ordeals awaited her tender young body. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

"Oh master of sublime justice, genius of castigatory improvisation, what 
delicious spectacle comes next before this tribunal?" Guey Wong pantingly 
begged his august friend, the lordly Mandarin of Hanchow. "This time, old 
friend, we shall punish at the same time two wicked foreign sorceresses who, 
from the information I have received from a worthy officer of the Boxers who 
was employed in their household, were guilty of no treasonable crime against 
Her Celestial Majesty, but who have sinned in the most abominably depraved 
manner. Their turpitude is therefore a crime against the morality of our 
great, ancient, and honorable land, and it must be made known to these 
worthy spectators so that our ancient laws still stand unchallenged by such 
wicked evasions by these accursed white devils!" the fat Mandarin 
sententiously declared. 

Clapping his hands, he now ordered Soo Fa and Ma Loo to have brought before 
him Nadia Kaplinski and her buxom aunt Katerina Ourosoff, as well as their 
accuser, Lieutenant Peng Chu, once that solemn and taciturn steward who had 
served the portly Russian Consul Piotor Vorshiof and who had spied upon 
their Lesbian love of lash and lust! 

Katerina and Nadia, though their wrists were bound behind them and each was 
led in by a leash attached to a tight leather collar-just as Lida had been 
previously summoned to appear before the tribunal-did not appear to be too 
greatly distraught. From time to time Katerina glanced at her niece and gave 
her a tender smile. as if to tell her to have courage and that soon this 
insignificant moment would pass. But both of them had reckoned without the 
fiendish cruelty of Li Woo, whose power to administer the justice of Tsu Hsi 
furnished him uninhibited opportunities to satisfy his own insatiable hunger 
for tortured naked female flesh. The wheat-hued hair of Katerina Ourosoff 
was formed in an upswept pompadour, which made her buxom figure all the more 
imposing. She had been clad in a red satin evening gown, leaving her 
shoulders and arms bare in all their ivory pale splendor. The piquant 
contrast of her extremely light blonde hair with an almost brunette-like 
skin tint, together with her voluptuous curves of bosom and bottom and 
thighs, caused a murmur of lecherous admiration to rise from the avid 
spectators, as well as from the old peddler who again leaned forward to 
squint at them with glittering eyes. 

Nadia, clad in a dainty pink muslin frock, her golden hair tumbling just 
below her shoulders, was equally appealing. 

Li Woo studied the two women, and then made a sign. There rose the crash of 
a gong, and once again the little door to his right opened, the door whence 
had come these first three victims of Boxer cruelty. Dressed in the white 
robes of the Society of Clenched Fists, and with the yellow circle over his 
left breast, came the tall, grave-faced Peng Chu. 

"A thousand thanks, good Lieutenant," Li Woo obsequiously greeted the former 
steward of the Vorshilo household, "for the valorous deeds you and your 
brave men have achieved on behalf of our beloved land! Twice blessed are 
you, not only for leading them on to victories which will drive all these 
white devils from our soil, but for giving up the glorious chance to wet 
your sword in their offending blood, that you may stand as the accuser of 
these two sorceresses now before us!" 

Nadia and Katerina exchanged a frightened look. Peng Chu bowed low to the 
mandarin, then turned so that he could address the entire courtroom: "Sons 
of China, defenders of her honor and her glory, hear me! Before our immortal 
Empress deigned to have me summoned to serve her as a soldier, I was 
employed in the household of the Russian consul, whose cousin that older 
sorceress is, and so had occasion to observe her and the yellow-haired girl 
who is her niece. Upon the graves of my ancestors, I accuse them both of 
filthy and unnatural lusts, lying together naked in their harlots' bed, 
imitating the sex of the man and corrupting it into an illicit and forbidden 
pandering among themselves!" 

There were the sounds of gasps and of muttered oaths, "Punish them, kill 
them, flay them, let them be given to the cage of rats for their 
shamelessness!" 

But Li Woo lifted his hand, then nodded to Peng Chu to continue, and the 
Boxer lieutenant resumed: "In all justice, I cannot condemn them for 
treason, for they did no harm to me, or to the little housemaid whom I 
befriended, nor to any of the merchants or the people. They had no 
thought-indeed, their shallow minds are those of harlots, and so capable of 
no scheming plots-of the tyrannies which their nation, like all those 
nations of the foreign devils who have come to our land to steal it from us, 
visited upon us. So I do not charge them with conspiracy against the Empire. 
I ask only, noble Mandarin of Hanchow," this as he turned back to Li Woo and 
bowed his head, "that you punish them severely for their depravities. 

"It shall be as you desire, good Peng Chu," Li Woo decreed. While they had 
listened to Peng Chu's declaration, Nadia and Katerina had gasped aloud in 
shamed surprise, then constantly exchanged ever more fearful glances, their 
faces flaming. What most agonized them at this very moment, even at the 
moment of condemnation, was that Peng Chu had spied on them and actually 
seen them caress and girl-fuck. Overwrought, they both began to sob and to 
bow their heads, and Li Woo chuckled: "You see, good people of China? 
Already these wicked sorceresses know their guilt and are penitent. But they 
are ignoble bitches, whose bodies fear the male and so contrive to cheat him 
of their womanhood. It is therefore only just that they be furnished canine 
husbands, who will rudely and quickly acquaint them with what they tried so 
cunningly to escape. And since their new mates are animals, the punishment 
is fitting because they do not deserve the worthiness of good Chinese 
kurdus!" 

The last word was the Chinese equivalent of "prick," and jeering laughter 
applauded the mandarin's cruel jest. Dazed, not yet quite comprehending what 
was in store for them, Katerina and Nadia stared at each other again, each 
trying to take some pitiful courage from the other. 

The mandarin clapped his hands, and two soldiers came forward, pushing 
curious little carts before them. But they were more ingenious than this; 
there was a heavy wooden top about the height of a man's waist, and a bottom 
section some three feet below; four round wooden shafts connected to both 
top and bottom panels, and there were four round wooden wheels at the very 
end of these shafts, just below the baseboard section. 

One end was completely open, but the other was closed by a vertical board 
designed like old-fashioned stocks: a hole in the middle for the victim's 
neck, and two smaller holes for the wrists. At Li Woo's sign, both women 
were, stripped naked except for their batiste drawers, fine clockwork 
stockings with flouncy garters, and pumps, and forced to kneel down and 
extend their necks and wrists through the yoke-holes made in the panel which 
they faced. This was two-sectioned, and when it was closed, they were 
imprisoned as in the old-fashioned punishment stocks. Their knees were 
corded tightly and the ends of the cords made fast to the posts at each 
side. Their bottoms were thus projected upwards and, since their knees were 
straddled a good yard apart, the cheeks were distended and tightly strained 
against the thin batiste covering. 

They faced each other, so that Katerina's more spacious, mature bottom was 
turned towards the spectators, while Li Woo feasted his eyes on Nadia 
Kaplinski's appetizingly rounded, deeply cleft bottom-cheeks. 

"Now," the mandarin instructed, "since the older sorceress undoubtedly 
corrupted her younger niece, her punishment shall begin first. And since her 
bottom is the more spacious and offers greater terrain for fustigation, let 
Soo Fa apply forty strokes with the bull pizzle." 

"On the naked flesh?" Guey Wong hoarsely whispered to this friend, again 
licking his lips in avid anticipation. 

"I have a better idea, friend of my youth," the mandarin chuckled. 'These 
sorceresses would have us believe that because they avoid the honest lusts 
of men, they are chaste. Well, we shall let them keep the last veil of 
modesty, but their rumps shall be doused with cold water so that the pizzle 
and the bamboo, which Ma Loo shall administer twenty times to the posterior 
of the younger sorceress, may tickle the more pleasantly even through that 
veil of chastity!" 

Naked to the waist, Katerina and Nadia groaned and sobbed aloud, their necks 
and wrists chafed by the cruelly tight pressure of the stocks. They had not 
been tied in any other way except at their knees, so they could lower their 
torsos this way and that under the flogging. 

The air was filled with tension as they awaited their fate. 

And in this position, they stared with fear at each other, and by stretching 
out her slim fingers, Nadia could almost touch those of her beautiful buxom 
aunt. "Oh, I am so afraid, Auntie Katerina!" the golden-haired young beauty 
moaned. 

"Have courage, have courage, galupchik. I told you it would only be a 
whipping. Do not think about it. And they are letting us keep our drawers, 
so those heathen beasts will not see our private parts." 

"But that dreadful man spoke of canine husbands-" Nadia anxiously stammered. 

"To frighten us and to mock us. Peng Chu knows that we are not wed, so they 
insult us. It is only their heathen way of talking, nothing else," Katerina 
Ourosoff delectatingly explained. 

Then she shuddered and called out, "Oh my God!" as she suddenly felt the 
douse of a pail of cold water dashed upon her bottom, trickling down her 
thighs, soaking the batiste drawers and making them cling immodestly to the 
jutting prominence of her opulent posterior. She tried to close her thighs, 
but the cords at her knees denied her this modest gesture. And she hi the 
obscene catcalls and the derisive, viciously menacing exhortations of the 
spectators. Then she saw Nadia's lovely eyes dilate, saw Nadia's soft red 
mouth gape in a piteous cry as the other torturess laved Nadia's bottom with 
her pail of cold water. 

Meanwhile, the third torturess, Kee Ming, who had flogged Lida so expertly 
with the eel skin, now approached with a lacquered, wide tray on which were 
placed the two implements of fustigation ordered by the mandarin. One was a 
bamboo rod two and a half feet long, with a sturdy handle. The end of it had 
been cut lengthwise so that only half the original thickness was left, and 
then the remaining half had been split right down the middle to form two 
thin, flexible, stinging withes. The pizzle, made of a nerve taken from a 
young bull, dried, and then stretched in vinegar and oil, formed a whip 
about two feet long which was attached to a heavy, short wooden handle. It 
was tough and yet supple, and it had the bite of an adder; it could draw 
blood at the very first lash if it were clumsily wielded. But in the hand of 
such a torturess as either of these women whom the mandarin had reprieved 
from horrible death, it could inflame the skin and the nerves until the 
victim went almost mad with agony, yet without breaking the finest-grained 
female skin while at the same time sending excruciating nervous shocks and 
unspeakably burning pain throughout her entire body! 

If Li Woo had commanded the punishment of the older woman to take place 
first, it was purposely to drive the dagger of atrocious suspense and dread 
into the sensitive soul of the exquisite golden-haired Nadia. By lifting her 
head, she could just manage to see the Chinese torturess set down the tray 
on a nearby tabouret, and then grasp the handle of the bull pizzle and swing 
it about in the air over her aunt's bottom. Thisingenious cart-which as we 
shall see had been fabricated for the far more sinister purpose in view-hid 
Katerina's bottom from Nadia's eyes, since the horizontal top of the 
apparatus prevented such view. At the same time, the limited range in which 
Katerina Ourosoff's opulent bottomglobes were presented to the pizzle 
demanded of its wielder a great dexterity and skill. 

Her feet planted well apart, the stocky Chinese woman studied the 
water-soaked batiste sheath which shaped out not only the hillocks but also 
the cleft of Katerina's posterior. Then came the hiss of the dreadful whip, 
which made the Russian widow stiffen as the pizzle rushed downward through 
the air to sweep across her tautened bottom globes just above the base. 

She had never known such pain. Every nerve seemed to snap with exacerbation 
at that single burning slash which left a bright crimson streak across both 
jutting rotundities and plainly visible through the water-soaked batiste 
drawers. 

It took all of Katerina's will power to keep from shrieking as her entire 
body vibrated from the shock of the lash. And then there was an atrociously 
long-drawn-out pause before the second stroke in order that the victim might 
feel the cumulative effects on her inflamed nerves, the real ordeal of this 
kind ofingenious and artful fustigation. 

The woman who stood behind poor Nadia, bamboo already in hand, counted aloud 
the strokes, and Nadia began to weep in agonized compassion for her aunt. 
Her sobbing increased at each stroke, perhaps because Katerina Ourosoff had 
managed to suppress her cries-though stertorous moans escaped her each time 
the pizzle ripped the wet fabric of her drawers. Yet her convulsive 
movements, the frenzied fluxions of her thigh and bottom muscles, the 
sporadic tugging of her wrists against her narrow vising-yoke-holes, and 
most of all-and this Nadia could see with horror-the expression on her 
contorted, sweat and tear-stained face and the hugely dilated eyes, spoke 
eloquently of her supreme suffering. 

Infuriated by the courageous widow's stoicism, the torturess lowered the 
sinuous black bull pizzle to the floor. Then as she stepped forward quickly, 
she flicked her wrist and sent it whisking up so that the last tapering 
inches of that fiendishly narrowed tip disappeared into the most intimate 
groove of all along which tender cunt and ass-hole were situated. 

"Eeeyeearihheowwouu! Not there, not there, for the love of the Little Father 
and of dear God in Heaven!" Katerina Ourosoff's voice rose in a harrowing 
shriek. With almost demoniac strength, she yanked at her wrists, trying to 
arch her back, to close her straddled thighs and to shield her bottom by 
weaving it from side to side. But she was far too ingeniously pinioned, and 
all she could do was waggle her plump bottom in the most obscene way, to the 
joy of the spectators. 

"Well done!" the mandarin approved. "Repeat that excellent stroke, so that 
the older sorceress will repent her filthiness, being rightly punished where 
she has most contumaciously sinned!" 

Soo Fa smiled with delight and nodded differentially. Once again, lowering 
the whip to the floor, she took a short step forward and then leaped it up 
into the cleavage between Katerina Ourosoff's straddled thighs. The woman 
responded with a maddened scream, and the cart creaked as she flung herself 
with savage energy against her pinions: "Ohhahh! No more, of dear God, no 
more, have pity! It is inhuman to treat a woman that way! Pardon! Oh, give 
me mercy, such pain cannot be endured by any woman in the world!" 

"You repent your wickedness, sorceress?" the andarin questioned, leaning 
forward. And once again, the gray-haired peddler, his face flushed, his lips 
wet and slavering, was fingering himself slyly under his silken robes. 

"I do-oh, anything, please, mercy, in the name of God in the Highest! I 
repent, kill me, but not that again, oh do have pity, it is too much!" 
Katerina Ourosoff cried. 

The drawers had been ripped and here and there one saw the darkening weals 
of the pizzle. But so expert had been Soo Fa's artistry that nowhere was the 
skin broken, though it threatened to break in many places, particularly over 
the ripest curves of the summits. And now as she laid down the whip on the 
tray folded her arms, it was the turn of her compatriot Ma Loo, who took her 
station behind poor sobbing Nadia, the bamboo rod quivering in the air as if 
impatient to strike. 

And wth sadistic relish, the torturess lightly tapped the split ends of the 
rod against the very middle of poor Nadia's tightening bottomglobes. The old 
peddler licked his lips again, once more his hands sought his swollen organ. 
Then the bamboo hissed through the air and landed with an angry splatt 
across the upper curves of both compact globes. Nadia cried out, seeking 
pardon: "Oh no-aahrr-of, have pity-oh! Aunt, Aunt Katerina, it is worse, oh 
so much worse than when you thrashed me-oh it is going to tear me to pieces, 
I cannot stand it, I shall die!" 

But poor Katerina Ourosoff, almost fainting, could scarcely console her 
golden-haired niece, for her own bottom blazed with a ferocity with waves 
and spasmodic tremors throughout her entire body as she sagged in the stock 
which had been fabricated in this most ingenious wooden cart. 

Behind her, the woman who expertly called out the count of poor Nadia's 
sentence. Twenty strokes seemed a pittance compared with the torment which 
her aunt had had to endure; the wickedly supple double-forked switch 
mercilessly stung Nadia's hind quarters, and each thudding impact drew an 
hysterical cry together with contractions and grimaces of her exquisite, 
sweet face. Cheeks bathed in tears, her lips trembling uncontrollably, she 
fought for breath as she tried to speak after each outcry, to beg for mercy, 
to swear that she was innocent of any wrongdoing, to implore pardon from 
that fiery kiss which methodically thrashed her jutting bottom. It swerved, 
it bounded, it tried to flatten itself in any possible way, it squirmed in 
evasion under that infernal agony. Ma Loo applied the switch with exquisite 
precision and never touched the same place twice, thus augmenting poor 
Nadia's agony. 

When the final stroke had been counted out, one could see small rips in the 
fabric of the wet batiste, under the entire garment, her soft pink skin was 
now uniformly fiery-red. 

Again at the mandarin's sign, the two torturesses ripped off the wet, torn 
drawers, and revealed the two women, with Nadia crying out in shame, "Oh, 
Auntie Katerina, they've made me naked-oh I wart to die of shame-oh what are 
they going to do to me now? Oh, no, no more, my bottom is on fire, I can't 
stand it!" 

At the same moment, a concerted gasp mingled astonishment and sadistic joy 
was heard from the audience as two soldiers entered from that same narrow 
doorway, pushing iron cages on wooden wheels ahead of them. Each contained a 
gray wolf-like dog, for these animals had been specially trained by Soo Fa 
to copulate with women. At the mandarin's order, she had used either 
concubines who had fallen out of favor with fat Li Woo or women convicted of 
crimes in the city of Hanchow and who, given the alternative of death by the 
thousand cuts or the slow garrote while being pinioned and naked in an iron 
cage divided into sections and into which starved rats had been admitted, 
willingly submitted themselves to this bestial experiment. 

A cart was wheeled up behind each moaning, victim, and Soo Fa now squatted 
down beside the front of Katerina Ourosoff's cart and turned a wooden 
windlass which lowered the vertical stocks-like panel. Thus the victim was 
compelled to bend still more, consequenting arching up her streaked, livid 
bottom. At the same time, the Chinese torturess slipped a sturdy little 
wooden tripod under Katerina's belly, its top rounded and harshly abrasive, 
which forced the unfortunate woman's loins up still higher and accentuated 
the distention of her straddled thighs to give access to the gaping pink 
cavern of her cunt. 

Ma Loo repeated the process with poor Nadia, who pitifully implored her to 
reveal what was to be done to her. "Yellow-haired sorceress," Ma Loo jeered, 
as she reached out and viciously pinched one of Nadia's dainty nipples till 
the girl's face twisted. "And now you will have fun! And since you are a 
bitch, you may well believe that we have found a proper mate for such a slut 
as you!" 

This done, and while both women groaned and sobbed and begged for mercy, Soo 
Fa carefully slid up the front of the cage behind the unfortunate widow, 
seized the leather collar of the dog with her left hand and showed it a 
piece of raw meat in her right. Then, salaciously, she rubbed the meat 
against Katerina's Ourosoff's cunthole while the unfortunate woman writhed 
and jerked, crying out stridently, "Oh dear God, what is being done to me? 
Have mercy, have mercy, I have suffered too much already!" 

Soo Fa now donned a coarse rubber glove and began to masturbate the dog 
until its red, bony organ jutted out in ferocious menace. Again she rubbed 
the meat against poor Katerina Ourosoff's cunthole, and then, showing the 
whining animal the piece of meat, dropped it into the pocket of her robe and 
prodded her gloved forefinger into the victim's yawning love-crevice. 

It was a ritual which the animal had learned to comprehend after a long, 
arduous training in the dungeons of the Mandarin of Hanchow. For immediately 
it whined again, then gave a low growl and suddenly reared on its hind legs, 
its front paws raking Katerina Ourosoff's naked back. Horrified, the buxom 
widow jerked and wrenched at her bonds, and tried desperately to swerve her 
naked hips away from the frightful phallic spear which loomed behind her. 
But Soo Fa, seizing the dog's penis with her gloved hand, guided it into 
that pink slit, and with an excited whine, the wolf-like dog jerkily 
effected congress, thrusting that hideous probe deep into the tender vagina. 
Katerina Ourosoff stiffened, her eyes rolling in their sockets, and then her 
face took on a look of indescribable horror, disgust and fear as she 
shrieked: "Ahhrr, oh take it away-oh not that, kill me, kill me, it's 
horrible, ohh, it is ripping me-oh dear God, I have done nothing to deserve 
this!" 

"You lie, wicked sorceress," the mandarin gloatingly answered her from his 
dais, "you deserve nothing else! And now let the young sorceress be equally 
converted!" 

"Auntie, what are they doing to you? Oh, heavens, I'm so afraid-oh no-don't 
touch me there-aahhrreeoww!" Nadia's piteous entreaty rose into a frenzied 
shriek as Ma Loo began to rub the dainty pink lips as her colleague had done 
with the widow, introduced the other dog's turgescent ramrod into that 
yawning slit. As soon as the animal's paws scraped lovely Nadia's tender 
naked back, the young girl shrieked and twisted, her neck and wrists 
fighting the yokeholes of the stocks, her eyes bulging, demented, her mouth 
gaping in shriek upon shriek. For without more ado, her canine mate had 
crammed its bony appendage to the very hilt and had at once began the 
characteristically jerky, cohesive act of copulation as indeed it would with 
a bitch! 

The first day had ended. It was night, and Li Woo, having first bathed and 
anointed with exquisite oils and scents, waddled into his bed-chamber where 
poor Lida still lay spread eagled on her belly, her well thrashed bottom 
uplifted by the pillows under her belly. The slaves had done their work 
well, and it was almost impossible to see at first glance how severely she 
had been flogged with the eel skin. She turned her face towards the door and 
when she saw Li Woo approach her, naked, his prick already swollen with 
desire, she began to shriek for her stepmother. Now she was like a little 
girl who yearned desperately for the protection of the parent and now it was 
too late. Gripping the excruciatingly sensitive cheeks of her bottom, the 
mandarin yawned them apart and pressed his cockhead against the shrinking 
cleft of her ass-hole. Lida's head rose, her eyes mad with shame, despair 
and agony, as he began to bugger her with brutal, rapid thrusts, heedless of 
her hysterical entreaties. For she was now the bondslave of the Mandarin and 
would be until Tsu Hsi herself ordained the release of all the hostages. No, 
she would not die, but before that order came, she would long for death with 
all her soul and all her shrinking, tortured flesh. ... 

In other bed-chambers in this ornate palace, the unfortunate Russian victims 
commenced their degrading servitude to their captors. Tender golden-haired 
Nadia, hysterical from her ordeal on the combination whipping and 
dog-fucking apparatus, was taken to Fa Joe, the prosperous merchant from 
Wosan and there forced, with two Chinese matrons plying bamboo rods over her 
back and titties and thighs, to suck her pro tern master's cock and then to 
pillow her head on her arms at the foot of the bed and present her bottom 
for his rut. As he contemptuously explained, to the great amusement of the 
Chinese women who seized poor Nadia by the shoulders and held her down, "I 
will not drive my worthy blade into an opening reserved for this bitch's 
proper mate. But I will fuck her in the posture which her mate would adopt 
to remind her of her vileness." So saying, he proceeded to bugger the 
golden-haired captive, ruthlessly cramming his prick back and forth inside 
her exacerbated ass-hole while her shrieks rang out as piteously as they had 
in the courtroom earlier this dreadful day. 

And in a nearby bed-chamber, the beautiful widow was similarly ravaged by 
the Boxer colonel who, to show his own imaginative sadism, her placed on her 
back with her knees pulled p against her panting titties, her wrists corded 
to her kneehollows, and while one Chinese matron gripped her naked calves to 
prevent her moving too much out of position, a second torturess, wearing 
horsehair gloves, pinched her nipples and rubbed her shuddering titties and 
belly and thighs while the virile officer kneeling before her, delved his 
elongated, swollen cock into the sensitive trough of her bumhole. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

The second morning of the trials of the captive females before the cruel 
Mandarin of Hanchow attracted an even larger and more vociferous audience, 
for those who had thronged into the huge courtroom the day before were loud 
in their praises of Li Woo's ingenious and highly appropriate justice meted 
out to these white sorceresses. 

Claudia was summoned first to appear before her vindictive and salacious 
judge, and she was led in with a leather collar around her neck, her wrists 
bound behind her back, exactly as all these victims of Chinese justice were 
to be presented. Her face was haggard, for she had spent a sleepless night. 
Not only had she been compelled to watch the eel skin flogging of her young 
stepdaughter, but she had learned of her husband's assassination by the 
Boxers. And morally, she had had to brood upon Lida's wanton conduct with 
their own Chinese houseboy. Her efforts as a mother had therefore failed, 
and now she had been brutally widowed. Now perhaps for the first time she 
could really give way to fear for herself, since there was nothing left of 
her little world except her own captive person, now in the hands of the 
ruthless and lustful Boxers! 

Soo Fa and Ma Loo seized Claudia Garconniere by the shoulders and forced her 
down upon her knees before the sinister Mandarin. Her eyes widened with 
revulsion as she saw his fat lips curl in a lecherous smile, his eyes 
glittering with lust. And then she started, for kneeling to her left was the 
homely little housemaid Ma Sue who had been summoned to testify against both 
Lida and her stepmother. 

"You, sorceress," Li Woo began, "consort of that traitorous French dog who 
delivered our beloved country up to the depredations of France's mercenaries 
who look upon our wise and ancient people as no better than barbarians, I 
now accuse before this tribunal of full knowledge of his wrongdoing. More, 
from the lips of your own housemaid who is here by my express order, you are 
accused of complicity in the harlotry of your stepdaughter whom we had 
chastised yesterday. Admit your guilt, confess your sins, and throw yourself 
on the mercy of this court!" 

"I was the wife of a man your accursed Boxers killed without reason, for his 
only crime was that he loved his country as much as you love yours!" Claudia 
Garconniere said in a trembling but courageous voice. "And that girl lies if 
she has told you that I had any part of poor Lida's shameful behavior. If 
she saw so much, surely she must have seen that I whipped my stepdaughter 
for her impertinence and her flirtatiousness, and that I was often scolding 
her because she did not behave as a proper young lady and a daughter of so 
important a representative of France should feel obliged to do." 

"Oh yes," Li Woo blandly retorted, his smile deepening, "Ma Sue has told us 
how you whipped the girl. But come now, admit freely that you took sport 
from it and that it pleased you, more than the thought of righteous 
chastisement." 

"What are you saying? That is an abominable He!" Claudia Garconniere gasped, 
her face crimsoning. 

At thirty-one, the widow of Albert Garconniere was superbly desirable. Five 
feet seven inches in height, her face an autocratic oval with the delicate 
features of a cameo, her forehead high-arching, her clear, large and widely 
spaced gray eyes, her cheeks slightly high set, her mouth firm and not 
over-ripe, her nose delicately aquiline, and with her auburn hair coiffed 
into a modish psyche-knot at the back of her head, she conveyed an aura of 
sophistication and arrogant beauty beneath which was the sensual ardor of a 
mature woman conscious of her physical and psychological aptitudes. 

Li Woo's face was mottled with rage at this insult. "You dare accuse me, 
chief magistrate of Hanchow and under orders from Her Celestial Majesty, of 
being a liar? I should have you flayed alive for your temerity, or strung up 
by the toes and your naked body flogged with adders! But since you speak 
with so forked a tongue, you yourself have suggested to me your punishment. 
Prepare her!" 

The two torturesses seized the unfortunate young widow and proceeded to rip 
off all of her clothes except her corset, her lisle hose and shoes, leaving 
her splendidly high-perched, firm and delectably rounded titties bare before 
the tribunal. Since she had never conceived a child, the aureoles were large 
and of a dark coral tint while her nipples, though ripe, were soft and of an 
exquisite pink shade. Her skin was marvelously tawny and smooth and sleek. 
Claudia turned scarlet with shame at this enforced disrobing, struggling 
with her tormentresses but to little avail because her hands had remained 
bound behind her back. 

Then they dragged her to a heavy wooden pillory which had been set up before 
the dais, locking her wrists and neck as the two-sectioned headboard was 
clamped down and locked back into place. Then squatting, the two Chinese 
women corded her slim ankles and made them fast to stout wooden pegs driven 
into the floor, straddling her thighs enormously. After that, the corset was 
torn off amid the hooting and obscene encouragements of the eager 
spectators, and Claudia Garconniere groaned aloud and wept in her atrocious 
shame to be naked save for her stockings, her back turned to the 
bloodthirsty audience. 

The third Chinese torturess now approached the scene, and stood in front of 
the pillory. With her left thumb and median finger, she forced apart 
Claudia's lips and in her right hand approached a curious kind of 
clothespin, made of springy bamboo with a tiny metal catch which allowed it 
to be opened or closed by the wielder. Deftly probing, she caught Claudia's 
tongue in this cruel contrivance, and her lips thinned viciously as she 
clamped shut. A howl of agony was heard from the victim, whose body jerked 
and writhed in the pillory, while her eyes bulged with unspeakable torment. 

Her magnificent bottom, the cheeks big, spacious ovals and rather broadly 
set apart so that the shadowy furrow between the cheeks was, thanks to this 
exaggerated straddle of her legs, lewdly distended, twitched and shuddered 
as she fought against the pain and the yoke and pinions which held her fast 
and left her helplessly vulnerable to all the cruel arts of the torturesses. 

"Sorceress, hear me well," Li Woo intoned as he leaned forward. "Before I 
absolve you of your guilt, you must learn the lesson of humility. When you 
are ready for it you have but to nod your head three times and your 
punishment will halt. Then I shall put you to the test of your newly found 
obedience. Now let the chastisement proceed as I have already ordered!" 

Ma Loo and Soo Fa took up six-inch lengths of bamboo which had been whittled 
off a fresh rod into narrow, sharp-pointed prods. The third torturess also 
procured one of these simple but diabolically effective slivers and placed 
herself in front of the pillory. At a given sign, the three Chinese women 
began to prick Claudia Garconniere's naked body, the two behind her amusing 
themselves by gouging the deadly sharp tips of their prods into her calves, 
knee hollows, thighs and bottom-cheeks, while their more recently appointed 
colleague Kee Ming tortured poor Claudia's panting, shuddering titties. 

Voiceless plaints and groans and sobs were wrested from the naked 
auburn-haired captive as this torment continued in the most leisurely way. 
The prods did not break the skin, but their constant digging scratched and 
inflamed the tender bare skin, made all her feminine nerves flower and 
tauten excruciatingly till each new touch of the bamboo splint made her jerk 
convulsively, weaving her naked hips, trying to clench her shuddering 
thighs, and wriggling this way and that in vain to escape the other woman's 
torture of her sensitive breasts and even the nipples which grew dark and 
puffed with the access of blood from the exacerbation. 

Nevertheless, she held out valiantly, though the pinching of her tongue was 
constant and atrocious suffering, till at last Li Woo made another sign. The 
two women behind the auburn-haired victim now seized bunches of freshly cut 
nettles after first donning rubber gloves, as did the third torturess who 
faced the groaning, uncontrollably jerking naked captive. And all three of 
them began to switch her lightly with these deadly urticating blossoms, 
along the inner curves of her jutting bottom globes which led to that most 
sensitive cleft of all, over the hips and at the base of her posterior, as 
well as along the smoothly fleshed thighs and the bare calves having first 
rolled her stockings down to her ankles to give themselves still more 
terrain for the infliction of suffering. The woman in front of her stuck her 
bouquet against the sides of Claudia's titties, and then the inner curves, 
working them finally over to the pouting nipples. By the time that sensitive 
area was reached, Claudia's shrieks were inhuman and the pillory clattered 
and creaked as she frenziedly struggled to break free of the yoke. 

"Still obstinate, sorceress?" the Mandarin gloatingly demanded. "Soo Far, 
rub the nettles well between her insolent, immodestly gaping legs and let us 
see if she will not come to terms and admit her wickedness!" 

"At once, revered master," the Chinese torturess hissed with vindictive 
glee. Squatting down now, and pinching poor Claudia's bottom with left thumb 
and forefinger here and there where she saw the white blisters left by the 
nettles began to rise upon the tawny flesh, she passed her gloved right hand 
between the victim's hugely straddled thighs, though Claudia made the most 
superhuman efforts to clench her legs and thus defend her menaced tender 
cunt. 

As the nettles brushed against the lips of Claudia's vulva, the 
auburn-haired victim uttered a frenzied, gurgling cry, her eyes rolling to 
the whites, and then her entire body convulsively twisting and jerked as her 
fingers clawed the air. She was seen to nod her head three times, and with 
her tear-blinded eyes to stare piteously at the Mandarin of Hanchow. 

He gave another sign, and she was released. As she was forced down on her 
knees before him, Ma Loo sprang the little lock of the clothespin. Claudia 
Garconniere began to weep hysterically; rubbing her face with her hands, 
while she squirmed and wriggled on her knees because the burning torment of 
the nettles excoriated her in the most intimate regions of her womanhood. 

"Come crawl before me and lick my feet in token of your humility, 
sorceress," the Mandarin ordered. And Claudia Garconniere, distraught from 
the indescribable torture that consumed her magnificently beautiful body, 
cast aside all pride and shame and ignominiously prostrated herself before 
him and, holding each foot in turn with her cuddling hands, frantically 
licked his toes. 

She was taken to his bedchamber to await his dalliance with her in the 
night, and now it was the turn of Wilhelmina Preusser, the spinsterish 
secretary of the murdered German Consul who had been discovered by the Boxer 
soldiers at the very moment when Fritz Reimath had been about to make love 
to her. 

When the two principal torturesses forced her down to her knees and when Li 
Woo ordered her on pain of serious punishment to reveal all she knew about 
the infamous treachery of the man she had served, Wilhelmina Preusser 
indignantly cried out, "How dare you judge so wonderful and kindly a man as 
Herr Reimath! You yellow beasts murdered him without cause! And I, a good 
German citizen, demand that you release me, or you will answer to the Kaiser 
himself!" 

The audience gasped at this insulting defiance, and loud voices cried out 
for stringent punishment. But Li Woo chuckled and smiled, held up his hand, 
and then replied to the fuming mature brunette: "Sorceress, you too speak 
with a forked tongue. If you mourn your master, it was because he was about 
to make a woman of you. But since you call our noble and valiant Boxers 
yellow beasts, I will acquaint you with a true beast who will complete what 
your dead master could not finish!" 

He clapped his hands, and then there was a cry of mingled horror and lustful 
anticipation from the spectators as, through that narrow door, two soldiers 
drew in an iron cage in which crouched a giant orangutan. "Yes, sorceress 
bitch," Li Woo snarled, "behold the man of the woods, the true beast of 
China! Lorchei longs for your embrace, and we shall not keep him waiting!" 

Wilhelmina Preusser shrank back, her mouth gaping at the incredible sight. 
Then she shrieked and tried to rise, but Ma Loo and Soo Fa forced her to 
remain on her knees until the cage had been brought close to a rack in the 
middle of the upper level of the great courtroom. Its rectangular frame was 
about ten feet long, and as wide as the width of a human body. Actually, it 
was little more than a set of parallel bars and about waist height from the 
floor, but with a turning windlass at the head of each bar to allow for the 
traction of the victim's roped wrists and ankles. Wilhelmina Preusser was 
stripped naked and two soldiers helped lift her onto the bars, while Ma Loo 
and Soo Fa corded her wrists and ankles. Just under the bars was attached 
heavy cloth webbing to support her weight down as far as the small of her 
back, leaving her loins and legs free. 

Suddenly the animal forced the bony cartilage of its sex organ into her 
cunt. Pierced to the cervix, driven mad by her hideous terror, Wilhelmina 
Preusser had succumbed to a heart attack. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

The superstitious spectators who had watched the atrocious death of the 
buxom, black-haired German spinster and secretary to the murdered German 
consul were thunderstruck by her unexpected death. They began to mutter 
among themselves, wondering if this might not be an evil sign from the gods 
to show displeasure with the valiant Boxers. Understanding his people well, 
and realizing that in one sense he had broken the law of Tsu Hsi in having 
permitted even one of the hostages to die, the Mandarin of Hanchow had it 
announced to the populace that the trials would resume on the following 
Friday. Meanwhile, the next several days were to be spent in offering 
prayers and burning incense to the Lord Buddha for victory over the 
oppressors. 

Moreover, the wily magistrate sent gifts to the poor people of his city, 
many bags of rice and tea, gifts as well of clothing and of trinkets which 
might made them forget his breach of the imperial law. 

During those next days and nights, he satiated his lusts upon the tethered 
bodies of Lida Garconniere and her stepmother. On the night preceding the 
resumption of the tribunal, he conceived a salacious plan which he intended 
to carry out before the audience the next day. 

Lida and Claudia were brought together in his chamber, naked except for the 
leather collar of servitude which marked their bondage to him. Their wrists, 
bound behind their backs, were chafingly corded, and they stared at each 
other shamefacedly as the fat magistrate faced them. He had stripped naked 
and armed himself with a three-thonged whip made from the tanned hide of a 
bullock. Jovially, mocking their shame, he told them that he wished to 
reunite them as mother and daughter and that, since they had atoned for 
their sins through public punishment, he now wished to observe their 
compliance to his will. 

Claudia did not need a new reminder of what terrible suffering she would 
face if she showed the slightest hesitance in obeying Li Woo; the 
unspeakable agony of the nettles against her inner thighs, titties and cunt, 
had already crushed all thought of rebellion. Thus Lida could hardly 
recognize her formerly supercilious and authoritative stepmother when the 
latter, at the Mandarin's command, knelt down, bent her head forward, and 
began to lick at the tip of his cock with her tongue tip, while he amused 
himself by flicking the three glossily polished, short and tapering leather 
thongs over her naked tawny-sheened back and shoulders. 

Then it was Lida's turn to take his organ into her mouth and to run her 
tongue over it and down the sides of the bulging shaft. The enormous glans, 
which looked like a mushroom cap, throbbed as the honey-haired young girl 
obeyed, retching and whispering in her abhorrence, but obeying because 
terror was a greater stimulant than revulsion. 

Then he commanded them both to show their newly acquired amity, and to this 
end had Lida lie down on her back beside his bed. And now the stepmother was 
obliged to kneel over her stepdaughter's face, bow her head down between 
Lida's straddled thighs and gamahuch the honey-haired beauty, who requited 
her in kind. 

Under the sadistic little flicks of his three-thonged whip, the fat, 
insatiable Mandarin compelled them both to reach an unwanted sexual climax. 
Thereupon, his own passions savagely aroused, he brought down his whip with 
all his might across Claudia's upturned naked back, and commanded her to 
roll over on her back and receive his swollen appendage. As he fucked her, 
he ordered the sobbing Lida to kneel astride her mother's face so that 
Claudia might continue to tongue her stepdaughter's cunt while submitting to 
his eviscerating thrusts, and his hands squeezed and kneaded Lida's 
delicious bubbies. 

Katerina and her niece Nadia, meanwhile, were serving as prostitutes to the 
peddler, the rich merchant from Wosan, and the Boxer colonel. 

When the tribunal resumed its third day of deliberations, Lee Wu summoned 
Dorothy Trowbridge and brown-haired, widowed Katya van der Groot before him. 
The charming young coppery-haired daughter of the provincial minister, still 
mourning her father's assassination, was stripped naked by Ma Loo and Soo 
Fa, while the third, torturess, Kee Ming, using her short bull-pizzle 
liberally, compelled the weeping Dutch widow to strip completely naked. 

Then the two sufferers were bound facing each other, with their wrists drawn 
high above their heads and corded to a ring set into the ceiling of the 
upper level and just before the tribunal. The younger girl was posed so that 
her bottom was presented to the avid audience. Li Woo then sardonically 
decreed, "Here, good people of Hanchow, we have two sorceresses whose male 
warlocks have for long years cast their vile spells over our nation. The 
young sorceress, I have discovered from the most reliable sources in the 
village where she dwelt, is still a maiden, while the older white 
devil-bitch, though wed to a 

Christian minister, took little joy in the mating. Of her I say also that my 
spies have learned of her eagerly sought-for adultery, for she lusted for a 
young soldier of her own country and would willingly have cuckolded her 
righteous husband if the Boxers had not entered her village and captured her 
before she could bring dishonor upon the name of her rightful state." 

Pausing to glance at the faces beyond and above him, he was able to note 
that he had held their attention and that there was not the slightest murmur 
against his autocratic judgments. Li Woo resumed, "Accordingly, we who 
believe in the ancient laws see here a sanguine opportunity to correct these 
wretched sinners and turn them back to the understanding of serenity and 
obedience. The whip shall warm them as they learn affection and comfort from 
each other." 

At his sign, Soo Far stationed herself behind Dorothy Trowbridge, her eyes 
devouring the voluptuous virginal nudity of the young redhead, while Ma Loo 
took her station behind and at the left of Katya van der Groot. Each 
torturess was armed with a springy, whippy switch taken from the branch of a 
ginkgo tree. And at a signal, they began to lash the writhing naked bottoms 
and threshing thighs of their helpless victims. 

The chaste young redhead, soon in tears under the merciless kisses of the 
ginkgo switch which darted and bit and nipped her tender flesh, hysterically 
implored the mandarin for pardon. This plea he ignored and directed that the 
executioner jump the switch up into the tender furrow between the young 
sorceress's buttocks. As she jerked and threshed about under those 
pernicious cuts, he coldly commanded: "You shall both be whipped until you 
seek to console each other, until you make love as women do!" 

The two torturesses accelerated the tempo of the switching, and poor Dorothy 
Trowbridge, her face bathed in tears, lunged repeatedly against her naked 
companion in suffering. Expertly the two Chinese women plied their switches, 
until in desperation under the scalding swipes of the stinging withe, the 
young coppery-haired girl began to grind her cunt against Katya's. When this 
was observed, the woman flogging the Dutch widow intensified the punishment 
by lowering her switch to the floor and flicking it up to sting the pouting 
inner curves of the young woman's bottom as well as right into the shadowy 
furrow separating them. These flicks were most efficacious, for Katya, with 
wild screams and entreaties, lunged frantically against the triangle, 
rubbing her cunt against Dorothy's as if she were aggressively seeking to 
glean Sapphic pleasures. 

Now the tempo was accelerated still more; the Chinese women raised their 
arms and swept them down with hardly a pause as the thin, stinging switches 
leaped and crackled over the naked, perspiring flesh, and such was the power 
of the lash that the chaste young daughter of the murdered minister cast 
aside all modesty and began wantonly to rub her pussy back and forth against 
Katya's. The latter, her bottom, thighs and back burning from the swiftly 
applied stripes, responded in kind until at last, against their mutual will, 
both naked victims began to feel the tides of passion seething in their 
cuntholes. 

And when at last they swayed, half-fainting after that turbulent and coerced 
lovemaking, the fat mandarin had Dorothy Trowbridge taken down from the 
punishment hoist and carried to his bedchamber where she would accept his 
conquest this very night. 

"This older sorceress admittedly avowed her adulterous love for a young 
soldier, a countryman," he told the excited spectators. "She shall have 
redemption by being honored by the affections of our own valorous Boxers!" 

And then followed a scene of mass rape which had the audience in ecstasy. A 
platoon of eight Boxer soldiers ascended to the dais, first bowing before 
the smirking magistrate, and then taking turns with the shrieking, squirming 
and helpless naked Katya van der Groot. While one young Boxer private 
clutched her panting titties and dug his prick deep into her cunt, his crony 
stood behind the young Dutch widow and, gaping apart the streaked and 
swollen cheeks of her behind, took the maidenhead of her bumhole. And the 
six other Boxers dealt with her in similar fashion two of them at a time 
possessing her and making her jerk and twist while helpless tears ran down 
her contorted cheeks and she implored death rather than this painful 
dishonor, for these Boxers were virile and vicious in their violation of her 
two tender orifices. 

That same night, poor Dorothy and Katya had to submit to the further lusts 
of the Boxer colonel, Guey Wong, and the wealthy merchant from Wosan, the 
three most honored guests of the Mandarin from Hanchow. That very night 
also, by courier who had come on horseback from the city of Peking, the fat 
Mandarin received the dreadful news that Tsu Hsi had taken flight from her 
palace to her most loyal province in the North and that much of the 
Forbidden City was in ruins. With this news had come word from the Lord Duke 
Lan that all the white hostages must be guarded with the greatest vigilance 
and that utmost care must be taken to preserve their lives so that China 
would have better bargaining power with the foreign usurpers when the 
inevitable peace terms were to be discussed. 

And Li Woo, beating his breast and crying out upon the shades of his 
ancestor, knew the bitter truth that the cause of the Boxers had failed and, 
that the rebellion would not be a triumph as had been dreamed by those who 
ruled this mighty nation. 

Yet no foreign troops had as yet approached Hanchow, and he could grant 
himself and his people a few more spectacles of Chinese justice. Hence, the 
next morning he commanded that the German vice-consul Kurt Hullweg, his wife 
Ernestine and his stepdaughter Erika, be brought before him. 

Flaxen-haired young Erika wept in terror when she was led in by leash 
attached to her leather collar and saw her beloved mother and her handsome 
stepfather (to whom she was secretly drawn, although she had no way of 
knowing that he in his turn secretly lusted for her ripe young body). The 
Mandarin had really little charge to bring against this trio, particularly 
since their old amah Mei Fong testified that they had acted with courtesy 
and kindness to the merchants and the poor of Peking as well as to herself. 
Yet as she extolled their virtues, she unsuspectingly suggested to the 
sadistic magistrate a pretext by which he could furnish his enthusiastic 
audience with the lecherous spectacle they as well as he desired. She had 
insisted that Kurt Hullweg was a devoted husband as well as father to this 
girl who was not of his own loins. And at this point, Li Woo mockingly 
interposed, "Why, then to be a proper father he should indeed not hesitate 
to grant her the same love he would evince to his own spouse. Yes, you shall 
make a choice. Either you will make love to the young sorceress who, though 
you claim her as your daughter, is not truly of your own seed, or the wife 
you profess to love so dearly, will be given to a dozen strong young Boxers 
for their sport and, I assure you, before your very eyes!" 

He flung himself upon her, his mouth crushing hers, his hands gripping the 
cheeks of her bottom as he thrust himself against the dark-blonde snatch. 

Erika cried out, her eyes wide, horrified and poignantly appealing. And then 
she felt him press against the seal of her hymen, felt the masterful clutch 
of his fingers against her burning, cruelly whipped bottom. And then, to the 
lecherous delight of the mandarin and the spectators, and to the agonized 
sobbing of Ernestine Hullweg, flaxen-haired young Erika enfolded her 
stepfather with her arms and legs and, returning his kiss, passionately, 
writhed and arched her naked body to his irresponsive rut! 

There was to be a final ironic twist to the fate of Erika and her beautiful 
mother. The Mandarin himself, following Ernestine's dangling, twisting 
anguish under the lash and then her heartbroken desolation as she watched 
her own husband fuck her young daughter, had Kurt Hullweg brought to his 
bedchamber and bound to a heavy chair so that he could not move. He was 
gagged, but he was allowed to see. Then, arming himself with a thin, swishy 
bamboo rod, Li Woo compelled Ernestine Hullweg to make Lesbian love to Lida 
Garconniere, after which he buggered her while her husband fought his bonds, 
his muffled cries adding immeasurably to the depraved rut of the 

Mandarin of Manchow. 

But again a courier galloped into the courtyard of the palace, and with the 
most calamitous news of all. Peking was now in ruins, soldiers of the German 
and French armies occupied all Kansu, and had established military rule in 
Tientsin as well as in Nanking. From her hidden retreat in the northern 
mountain region, Tsu Hsi was sending word to all foreign envoys that she 
wished an end to the slaying of her helpless people. Even Duke Lan declared 
that he had no more commands for the loyal but defeated Boxer troops and 
that he, with his Empress, would return to Peking to sign the treaty that 
would put an end to this short but bloody revolution. 

The Dowager Empress understood that she was no longer invincible, no longer 
feared by all those nations which had paid homage to her in the past. The 
Imperial Palace had been looted, and on its walls were obscene pictures and 
vilifications of her reign. Old as she was, now her spirit was broken and 
she began to feel the burden of the long years of her reign. Thus it was 
that she decreed that Li Woo should, within a week, surrender all his 
hostages to the emissaries of the Red Cross. They would then be taken to 
Peking to be repatriated, and they would be given gold to compensate them 
for their suffering and their imprisonment.
