Sadistic Mandarin
by Gilbert Pryor
(WIP-101)


CHAPTER ONE 

"They-please-me-exceedingly." He was seated stiffly erect on the back seat 
of the parked Packard. His tall and muscular body rendered shapely by the 
flowing silk robes which clothed it. The Mandarin spoke very slowly and 
precisely, enunciating each word with a kind of sibilant clarity. 

Pressed close to him, one on each side, the two tiny slave-girls, Meia and 
Sweet-Breasted, seemed doll-like in their slim daintiness beside the 
towering bulk of their master. Their gentle heart-shaped faces showed no 
emotion other than that of docile calmness, and their slanted sloe-black 
eyes seemed misty with submissiveness. 

Silence reigned in the rear of the automobile for several minutes. The 
luxurious upholstery and fittings of the interior made a strange setting for 
the rich and exotically robed mandarin, with his two slaves in their simple 
tight blue jackets buttoning up to the throat and skin-tight blue trousers 
sheathing the slim loveliness of their thighs and legs. 

The Mandarin was staring straight ahead of him, through the glass partition 
which closed off the driving compartment, through the windscreen. 

A uniformed chauffeur sat motionless behind the wheel with gauntletted hands 
resting motionless on the rim. Over the man's shoulder the Mandarin was 
contemplating the gay spectacle which the Quai de Rombaud presented on that 
hot August afternoon. It was a favourite haunt of the tourists who derived a 
vicarious thrill of pleasure from finding themselves in close proximity to 
the sin and vice of the Marseilles waterfront. Seated at the tables beneath 
huge, gaily striped sunshades, these tourists feasted awed and excited eyes 
upon the jumble of ancient buildings which framed the Quai on its three 
landward sides. Credulous imagination ran riot in trying to visualize the 
terrible scenes of orgy and crime which alledgedly took place nightly behind 
the walls. 

In the back of the Packard the profound silence still reigned. It was if, 
for all three of the occupants time had ceased to exist. The Mandarin's eyes 
were now fixed exclusively once more upon a table which had been placed 
fairly close to the edge of the Quai. The two women and four girls seated at 
this particular table were chatting and laughing animatedly amongst 
themselves as their eyes ranged over the smooth bright blueness of the 
harbour with its clusters of flashing boats and yachts. Their dress and 
mannerisms, plus the cool paleness of their un-tanned skins, marked the 
occupants of this table as newly arrived tourists, probably English. The 
four girls looked attractively fresh and bright in their summer dresses, 
while the two older women were equally charming in appearance and none the 
less desire-able for their being more mature. 

"You have performed the mission with which I charged you both this morning, 
my children?" the Mandarin asked suddenly in the same low, precise manner of 
speech. 

"We have Master, To the utmost of our poor abilities," the two slave-girls 
answered in unison. 

"That is well. You delight me, my children. Tell me now all that you have 
learned. It is my wish that each of you speak in turn,, fully describing as 
well as you are able the personal charms and dispositions of those 
felicitious blossoms. Do you begin, Sweet-Breasted, my child." 

The girl so addressed turned her small dark head in the direction of the 
group at the table. "The dark one in the white dress, my master, is Mrs. 
Christine Fairfax. She is thirty-eight and had been married to Stephen 
Fairfax, a London Stockbroker, for twenty years. Her's is a proud and 
imperious nature. Her only weakness is a horror of physical pain in any 
form. She, like her friends, is staying at the Bordeaux Royal where they 
arrived from England the night before last." 

"Enough, child. Proceed Maie." The Mandarin said without removing his gaze 
from the distant table and its unsuspecting occupants. 

"The fair creature with the milk-and-rose complexion seated beside Mrs. 
Fairfax is Tanis, her only daughter, master. She is seventeen and entirely 
unspoiled in mind and body. She is very lively and intelligent and her 
disposition suggests she has been fashioned by the great One to enjoy the 
pleasures of the bed." 

"Most Excellent, Maie, such words give me the greatest pleasure since my 
faith in your judgement of such affairs is implicit. Now, Sweet-Breasted." 

"She, whom you see seated next to Tanis Fairfax, with the shoulder-length 
red hair is Mrs. Valerie Balmaine, master. She is Mrs. Fairfax's older 
sister. She is thirty-nine and had been married twenty-two years to Colin 
Balmaine, the ship-owner. She is very refined and of an artistic 
temperament. The modesty and gentility which she outwardly displays at all 
times would seem, in the humble opinion of your worthy slave, to conceal an 
ardent nature which she sometimes finds difficult to control. 

Her relationship with her honoured husband is not completely a happy one." 

"Honourable ancestors would seem to be devising a most providential set of 
circumstances," the Mandarin murmured approvingly. Proceed a-gain, Maie. 

"The daughter, Darlene, master. She is nineteen and, in form, she is the 
most beautiful of them all. She is very shy and serious. Whether or not, in 
sharing the same colour hair as her mother, she likewise possesses a natural 
capacity for sensual feeling I have not been able to ascertain. My judgement 
is greatly inferior to your own master, and only you can elucidate the truth 
by your great wisdom....when the time comes." 

"Yes." The Mandarin barely nodded. "Do continue, Sweet-Breasted." 

"Next in position, master, and also in age to Miss Darlene is her sister 
Corise. She is sixteen. Her hair, as your revered eyes have noted, is 
lighter than her mother's and sister's. She is very sensitive, cries 
readily, and is unable to sustain pain of any description. She is absolutely 
virgin in flesh but gifted with great curiosity in all matters pertaining to 
sexual enjoyment. Almost certainly she has learned for herself, by instinct 
alone, the sweet enjoyments a girl can procure with her fingers." 

"Intriguing and interesting." the Mandarin said gently, his eyes riveted on 
the group betrayed none of his inner feelings. "And finally, Maie?" 

"Lastly, master, comes she who must be the most tender bud in all that field 
of loveliness. Miss Arlene Balmaine is barely fourteen, yet already her 
slender person shows rich promise of exceptional beauty. The delicate bronze 
shade of her hair bears a surprising similarity to her exquisite colouring 
of her breast- buds. The hair which shades her girl-flesh is of exactly the 
same hue though it is not strictly true to call it hair. Her nascent growth 
is like a fine and silky down. It enhances every detail of her secret parts 
without obscuring, anything of the little cleft. It was my blessed fortune 
to have the opportunity of seeing Arlene in her bath at noon. Her buttocks 
are very big and are springy without being flabby. The application of your 
instruments to such delightful flesh may provide exceptional pleasure, as 
should the virginal tightness of her female opening, should you deign to use 
her in that fashion. On her nature, I can only tell you that she is very 
modest, timid and sweet tempered." 

The Mandarin said nothing, and a strange silence descended. "Tell me of 
their plans, Sweet-Breast," he said at last. 

"They stay at the Bordeaux Royal for ten days, my master. The men join them 
in a week's time and three days later the party commences a tour overland to 
Paris. Tomorrow night they attend the ball which is being given by the 
English Ambassador. Because of this they will retire early this evening. At 
any moment, Miss Darlene will make a surprise call on a young woman in the 
Rue Pellise, (alone) where she plans to take tea before returning to the 
hotel in the evening." 

"Happy opportunity," said the Mandarin. "We shall relieve the charming 
Darlene from the fatigue of walking as far as the Rue Pellise." 

At this moment, Darlene rose from the table. Her supple movements caused the 
Mandarin's eye to brighten imperceptably as they flickered appraisingly over 
the lithe body clad only in a crisp white blouse and dark blue shorts. Her 
breasts pouted gently under the bloused and the tapering sweep of her bare 
thighs and legs were an exquisite study. Leaning over to exchage final 
remarks with her companions, the Mandarin saw how the neat shorts hugged the 
taut hemispheres of her firm bottom. Her movements, as she strode away with 
a wave of her arm, were sheer poetry. 

The Mandarin sat noting that the girl headed towards a narrow road which led 
to the city. He leaned forwards and picked up the microphone. "Maie and 
Sweet- Breasts leave us now, Yang. When they are from the car drive slowly 
round the Quai and then follow my directions as I instruct you en route." 

The Mandarin hooked back the microphone after the chauffeur had acknowledged 
him and, laying a hand on each girl's knee he said, "Follow Miss Darlene at 
once, my children. You have the opiate ready?" 

"We have, master," the girls chorused in respectful unison. 

"Then. Halfway up the road she had taken is a narrow alley. As she 
approaches you will walk up on her, one on each side. You will administer 
the opiate, but be reay to support her as she becomes unconscious. It must 
not appear to a passer by, if any, that there is anything amiss. Take her 
through the alley and at the end you will find the car waiting for you." 

"Very good, Master," they murmured as they prepared to leave in pursuit of 
the unsuspecting Darlene Balmaine. 

Some minutes later, the Packard slid silently from the alley in which it had 
been parked and cruised round the square of the quai. They were hardly 
observed by Mrs. Christine Fairfax and company as the car passed their 
table. Little did they know that they were within a few feet of the ruthless 
power which was soon to alter all their lives in a dramatic and unpleasant 
fashion. 

Half an hour later found the Packard speeding along the coast road with 
Marseilles far behind. In the rear of the car, the almost nude and 
unconscious form of Darlene Balmaine lay stretched across the laps of Maie, 
and Mandarin, and Sweet-Breasted. At the bequest of their master, the two 
girls were expertly stripping the body of Darlene. He watched with bright 
and alert eyes every movement of their skillfull fingers. 

Both girls were well versed in the sexual predilictions of the Mandarin who 
prided himself in being able to enjoy, with professionalism, the pleasures 
which the girl's helpless body could afford his perverted senses. The 
essence of sensual pleasure was the anticipation, the preliminaries of 
stripping, the caressing and exploring in a leisurely fashion, keyed the 
senses to an exquisite degree of awareness. These were indipensable to 
thorough enjoyment. 

For the moment he was content to sit erect, his hands concealed in the silk 
folds of his sleeves while his two slaves husked the sleek beauty of Darlene 
for his visual enjoyment. Already the rounded loveliness of her breasts were 
exposed and very slowly, an inch at a time, Sweet-Breasted was pulling down 
the blue shorts. The belly was flat and firm, flawless in its perfect 
whiteness. The navel appeared, small and deep. The Mandarin's eyes gained a 
hungry expression as slowly came into view a thin sliver of glinting 
coppery-hued hair. It streaked the marble whiteness with its furriness above 
the tops of the shorts. Still slow and deliberate, Sweet-Breated drew the 
shorts lower and lower until they slid over the gentle curve of the slim 
hips and fully exposed the luxuriant growth of red hairs which grew in silky 
curls upon the plumpness of the vulva. The thick fleece stood out in sharp 
relief against the milky smoothness of the upper thighs and the curve of the 
belly. 

The Mandarin drew a sharp breath. His eyes glowed with the fervour of his 
mounting lust. 

"Open her thighs, and test her very gently with your finger," he ordered. 

Neither girls showed surprise or embarrassment nor the slightest hint of 
aversion at these orders. Sweet-Breated pulled the shorts free of the limp 
limbs then pulling one leg aside and resting it on the floor, she approached 
the chevron of coppery red hair with her index finger rigidly poised. The 
thin, pink groove of Darlene's cunt was just discernable through its veil of 
hair. 

The Mandarin's eyes darkened with lust as he watched the slave-girl's deft 
and unerring finger pierce the clustered curls and seek the soft moist 
opening of the English girl's vagina. 

"Insert the finger, full length, in the manner I have taught you, my child, 
so that the membrane remains undamaged-assuming that the barrier has not 
broken under a lover's penetration. 

The Chinese girl nodded submissively and her face was a study of 
concentration as her slim wrist rotated slowly as she moved her embedded 
finger in its fleshy prison. An excited smile appeared as she looked up and 
said: "She is pure. Perfectly intact, my master. She is like my sister and I 
when we first had the privilege of suffering at the strength of your divine 
manhood." 

"Excellent, my child. Withdraw from her so that I may mine her myself in the 
same manner." 

The humid feminine odour of Darlene's genitals was more pronounced after 
Sweet- Breasted had carefully removed her finger from the tightly clasping 
flesh. 

The Mandarin's elegant hands appeared from the fold of his robes. Each 
finger sported a nail of almost an inch long, the paleness of which 
resembled the long talons of an obscure beast of prey. Both girls watched 
with respectful interest as the man's fingers spread over the plump mound, 
the heel pressing hard on the vulva, while the fingers laced themselves in 
long lines down into the hollow of the crotch. The tip of his middle finger 
found the puckered ring of the anus and explored it. 

"Her back passage is unusually small, but the muscles are supple. Enjoyment 
of her in that place should be easy and highly pleasurable when the opening 
has been stretched for the first time," the Mandarin observed as though he 
were thinking aloud. 

The sinewy fingers writhed like snakes between the limply spread thighs as 
he covered her crotch with long exploratory caresses which expertly assessed 
every detail and each distinctive feature of the English girl's genitals. 
His middle finger stroked up from her anus and combed its way through the 
silky tendrils of hair which clothed her tight cleft. After spreading the 
soft lips well apart with his thumb and second finger he used the tip of the 
first finger to rub the stubby pink of the girl's sensitive clitoris. A 
slight shiver shook the length of the girl's unconscious body and the 
cruelly sharp fingernail rasped over the fleshy stalk like a saw toothed 
knife. 

The two girls were instantly alert as they noticed this warning tremor, but 
the Mandarin only smiled. "As is often the case, sexual stimulant provides 
the means of bringing about a recovery from the effects of the opiate." 

"Would you have me strap her wrists together above her head, master?" Maie 
enquired. 

"I think ... yes it would be best. Embarrassment at finding herself 
undressed before me and fear of my unfamiliar face and vestments will no 
doubt inspire the dainty English flower with much strength at first. Like 
the deer trapped in the nets of the hunter, she will fight vigourously to 
escape." 

Sweet-Breasted nodded obediently as her sister drew from the pocket of her 
coat a long leather strap which she bound tightly round Darlene's 
up-stretched wrists. With her arms dragged back in this position, the soft 
downy hollows of the armpits were exposed in their dimpled tenderness and 
her young breasts seemed to rise in greater prominence so that the small red 
nipples stood out like small spikes upon their glossy crests. 

The Mandarin's agile fingers were manipulating her genitals with increased 
violence now. The flexible ridges of the cunt lips were squeezed together 
for an instant and then pried wide apart so that the pad of the finger could 
stroke the delicate stalk of the clitoris. The long sharp nails raked gently 
over the delicate folds of the girl's under-parts, piercing the thick fleece 
and scraping thin red lines all over hidden areas of tender flesh. Darlene 
moaned again and her eyes flickered open. The Mandarin ceased his sadistic 
manipulations of his victim's genitals and his eyes became mere slits as he 
awaited the inevitable reactions to Darlene's first realisation of her 
situation. The two slave-girls were alert and ready to throw themselves on 
the English girl, if necessary, to protect their master's revered person 
from violence or assault. Darlene, blinking rapidly, stared up at the roof 
of the car. Then she turned her head towards the Mandarin. For an instant, 
nothing pierced her semi-conscious mind, then terror and bewilderment dawned 
in her eyes as the awareness percolated her mind. Her eyes wide with fear, 
she stared at the full round face with its narrow slanting eyes which 
regarded her intently. A piercing shriek burst from her lips and she tried 
to sit erect. But she was unable to move her arms. She shrieked again and 
tried to roll over sideways but Sweet-Breasted was clamping little hands 
strongly on her rounded knees keeping the legs wide apart and forcing her to 
immobility. 

Darlene was screaming hysterically as she became conscious of her stark 
naked body, her gleaming loveliness, surveyed by the leering, dark, cruel 
eyes of the Chinaman. Shame and terror almost demented her when she realized 
that her arms were strapped tightly above her head, and that she was unable 
to move her legs from the strong grip in which they were held. Screaming and 
crying, she threshed her torso and her hips up and down in a mad frenzy, 
striving blindltloose. 

There was a nightmarish quality of sheer unreality about the whole thing 
which rendered it even more terrifying. 

The Mandarin sat quite motionless for several minutes, surveying the girl's 
frenzied and futile attempt to free her nakedness, with a sardonic 
expression of pleasurable amusement. The two little slave-girls exhibited 
the same calmness. They all enjoyed the little scene, neither of them showed 
pity for the terrified creature laying across their laps who sobbed and 
squirmed impotently in her nude helplessness. It was almost as if they 
shared their master's sadistic pleasure in witnessing such a pleasure and no 
feelings of kinship, based upon sameness of sex, intervened in their 
tranquil enjoyment. 

"Enough, my tender little slave. You have had ample time in which to 
demonstrate your understandable emotions," said the Mandarin at last. 

Darlene gave no sign of having heard his words. She still writhed and 
twisted in her helplessness. She sobbed and screamed at the top of her voice 
the whole time. Calmly and so deliberately the Mandarin swept his long 
talons outwards across the length of her body, staring at the smooth belly 
as he pressed the curved sharp points into the soft whiteness. Five vivid 
red furrows appeared over the heaving diaphragm and up the soft valley 
between the white hillocks of her breasts. And from the other hand, five 
scarlet streaks ran over the curve of her warm belly, into the silky-haired 
hollow of her loins then right along the inside of her quivering thigh which 
was trapped on their laps. 

Darlene screamed more frantically as she felt the hot blistering pain of the 
sharp nails raking and tearing along her bare flesh. 

"AIEEEEEEEE-E-EEE-AAAAAH!" 

"I order you to be quiet, instantly, little slave," the Mandarin hissed 
menacingly. 

Once more, both his long hands were poised threateningly above her belly as 
if prepared to streak stingingly once more over the softness of her white 
flesh. 

Darlene froze into rigidity. Dry sobs burst from her as she struggled to 
control her terror as she stared up the looming face of the chinaman with 
fear-glazed eyes. 

"That's better, little slave," he said. 

"Wh ... Who ... are you?" she whispered tremulously. 

"PI ... please ... I ... let me ... have . ... m ... m ... my ... c ... 
clothes." 

The Mandarin chuckled softly: "Eternal and illogical woman! No fear can be 
so consuming as to blot out completely the thoughts of such modesty." 

As though his mocking words had reminded her of her complete state of 
nudity, Darlene blushed scarlet and uttered a low moan. She closed her eyes 
and lay there shuddering from head to foot, already resigned to the horrible 
reality of her helplessness and her ruthlessly exposed charms. "L ... let 
... me ... g ... go ... p ... plesae, pi ... please let me ... go," she 
whispered pleadingly, her eyes tightly shut. 

"Not yet awhile, little slave." The Mandarin's hot eyes were studying the 
vivid scarlet patterns which his sharp fingernails had ripped along the 
glossy whiteness of his victim's body. She was trembling violently and 
biting hard on her lower lip as she endured the vicious stinging pain of the 
livid weals. 

The feeling of living through a terrible nightmare increased for the terror 
stricken girl during the next hour. She pleaded vainly with the coldly 
smiling Mandarin to release her, to tell her where she was, where he was 
taking her, and what he intended to do with her. But he maintained the same 
enigmatic silence the whole time and refused to allow her even the small 
comfort of being assured that her mothers, sisters, aunt, and cousin were 
safe and unharmed in any way. 

She fared no better with the two little Chinese girls. The gently smiling 
silence they maintained in the face of her frantic supplications convinced 
Darlene that they couldn't understand what she was saying. But her despair 
and apprehension increased as she realized that neither of the two girls 
showed concern or sympathy for her in her humiliation. And all the time she 
was trying to understand what had happened to her she was enduring dreadful 
agonies of mind. She felt degraded and outraged beyond endurance by the 
supreme embarrassing ordeal of having to lie there with every intimate 
detail of her youthful loveliness exposed to the eyes of her three captors. 

The Mandarin showed no further inclination to touch her but there was 
something hideous and unnerving in the way his glittering eyes were 
continually sweeping back and forth along the length of her supine 
nakedness, whilst all the time he remained utterly silent. She moaned 
because of the hot throbbing pain of the lacerations which streaked her 
white flesh, and she was in constant dread of being subjected to the same 
anguish at any moment. Already, whatever the personal identity of the 
Mandarin might be, she had no delusions about her being in the power of a 
ruthless and diabolically cruel nature. Small wonder that she sweated freely 
with fear and offered silent but fervent prayer that she would be rescued 
quickly from the hands of her abductors by some miracle. 

She had lost all track of time. It seemed like less than an hour since she 
had waved to her companions on the Quai de Rombaud as she left them. Walking 
gaily up the cobbled street to the center of the city and the house where 
she had hoped to surprise an old school-friend, she had not been aware of 
anyone following her. She could remember the slight surprise when two bodies 
rushed past her, one on each side. She certainly had no time to notice a 
girl's arm covered in dark blue cloth move towards her face. She vaguely 
remembered that suddenly everything had seemed to begin to dissolve into a 
sweet enveloping blackness. Laying there with her eyes tightly closed, she 
heard the Mandarin murmuring something to the two slave-girls. She strained 
her ears to hear what the words were but she did not succeed. She only knew 
that it kindled anew her hysterical fear and she lay there motionless as if 
paralyzed by her terror. 

"Yes ... unstrap her wrists ... she can't walk with her arms erect like 
that, my child. Leave her arms free until we leave the car and then strap 
them behind her again. She must be securely blindfolded before we leave the 
car, remember that." 

A few minutes later the car slid to a stop and Darlene sobbed with 
apprehension as she felt herself being lifted through the open door. Because 
of the silk scarf knotted about her face she could see nothing of her 
whereabouts but the clean gusty saltiness of the wind hissing against her 
nude body, and the sound of the surf told her that they were close to the 
Mediterranean. Warm fingers gripped her arms and forced them behind her 
back. She was too weak with terror and physical exhaustion to make any 
attempt at resistance. She stood there dumbly whilst her arms were fastened 
tightly behind her, and when a sharp prod in the back urged her forward she 
stumbled forward obediently and her feet sank ankle deep into soft sand. 
Only by a succession of varied physical sensations could she gain any idea 
of what was happening to her for the next twenty minutes. Not so much as a 
whisper of conversation took place between the three people who accompanied 
her and she suddenly had a strange feeling of being entirely alone, although 
her reason told her that this could not beso. 

After a seemingly interminable period of sitting on a cushioned bench which 
swayed and rolled gently under her buttocks, she was lifted bodily and swung 
across the hard curve of a muscular shoulder. She soon felt herself rising 
in short jerks, and she was almost deafened by the roar of the sea beating 
against the steel vessel. The rhythmic movements ceased and she felt herself 
carried for some distance. Her limp nakedness flopped about helplessly as 
she was borne down a short steep flight of steps and along another stretch 
of flat ground. She heard a door creak and was then flung onto a large 
expanse of bed. 

Footsteps padded away from her, a door closed with a metallic thud, and then 
she knew she was really alone. The thought brought no comfort nor hope. She 
began to cry, acutely aware of her bound arms; she stared vainly into the 
blackness of the hood which covered her face. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

There were five of them in the cabin. Drape-jacketed and wearing garish 
handpainted neckties. Their hair was smarmed down giving the appearance of 
dark shiny helmets. They were Chinese and all were young, the oldest no more 
than twenty. They were grouped around a large polished desk, on that 
opposite side of which was the majestic, commanding figure of the Mandarin. 
He sat perfectly erect and the eyes of all were riveted upon him in 
respectful attention as he spoke. 

"You have your instructions and I am satisfied that each of you understands 
his part perfectly. Above all, I hope I have impressed upon you that under 
no circumstances must you interfere with the bodies of these girls and 
women. You will respect their persons as though they were those of your 
mothers and sisters." He paused and looked quickly at the clock set into the 
white enamelled paneling of the bulkhead. "You leave the ship in four 
minutes time. Unless there are any further questions, you may leave now and 
go to your stations." 

The five youths bowed steeply from the waist and filed from the room. The 
Mandarin watched them depart with a smile of satisfaction on his thin lips 
and relaxed in his chair. He reached out and pressed a button on his desk, 
and almost instantly the cabin door opened. 

Maie and Sweet-Breasted entered, moving soundlessly on bare feet. They were 
still clad in their blue trousers and high-buttoned blue coats. 

At his beckoning command, the two slave girls advanced toward the Mandarin's 
throne-like chair, and bowed before him in tmble bowed before him in humble 
deference. 

His eyes were black and glistening like hot-asphalt squeezed from a crevice, 
as he spoke: "Heed well that which I am about to speak of to you both. This 
night it is my intention to ravish and penetrate the ripe and beautiful 
English blossom. You, my doves, shall prepare her for this en-ravishment in 
accordance with desires I so set forth." 

"First, you are to lave her body in bath-water that has been mulled with 
jasmine and sandalwood. Then, her slender reed like body; as well as the 
seven orifices are to be delicately massaged and anointed with almond and 
sesame oils. The buds of her breast are to be swabbed with orange honey, 
lightly dusted over with poppy powder." 

There was an expression of pure animal lust on his face as he spoke, and his 
eyes continued to flame like two searing black ingots. 

He hesitated before continuing on and then directed his next words to Maiea. 
"Tell me Maiea, why so contemplative . ... and why so taut your jaws. 
Silence. "And you Sweet Breasted, . ... I observe the moisture that has 
formed on your upper lips ... the burning flush of your cheeks. Ah, can it 
be that you both are envisioning the exquisite ecstasy of this night's 
coming performance?" Silence. "I bid you speak first, Maiea." 

"Oh yes, yes, my master ... I cannot but help envision this ecstatic delight 
that is to come, ... such as your magnificent and majestic prick that is to 
enter the English one's abyss. Her eyes flamed hot, and her body trembled 
noticeably as she spoke the words. 

"And now you, my sweet breasted dove, ... have you nothing further to add to 
Maiea's words, ... I bid you speak." 

"Indeed, most Venerable one ... I too, am in accord with Maie's thinking. 
For most certainly once the English-blossom has experienced the sensation 
and thrust of your long, thick, and amply proportioned prick within her 
vagina, she will desire no other man for as long as she lives." 

The Mandarin emitted a hoarse throaty laugh. "Well said, my little doves, 
well said, ... and, as a reward for your outspoken truisms I shall allow you 
both the joyous privilege of observing this evening's performance. 

"Let us now return to the subject of "preparation": "One half hour before 
she is brought to my chamber you are to make her drink a goblet of poppy 
mead mulled with pepper corn, and tabur root. This aphrodisiac will render 
her pliable and non-resistant to all things I shall desire of her, and 
though she will remain in a state of passive non-resistance for 
approximately two hours, the potion will incite her blood to the boiling 
point, and insense her loins to flaming need. 

"Take care, and tend well my biddings. I shall expect the white flower's 
presence in my chambers at the stroke of nine. 

Each of the slave girls bowed her head upon folded hands in humble 
obesiance. 

"And now, come here, my children." ordered the Mandarin. He pushed back the 
chair from his desk and sat sideways. There was utter submissiveness in 
every line of their slender bodies as well as in the docile expression on 
their delicately pretty faces. They stood motionless awaiting his next 
command. He reached out and drew Maie's slender form onto his lap and his 
sinewy fingers began to caress the tender swelling of her breasts which were 
just barely discernable under the blue coat. He glanced up at 
Sweet-Breasted, his dark eyes already glittering with rising lust. "Unbutton 
her coat and take it off for me." 

Both slave-girls exhibited sharp excitement, unspoiled by any display of 
prudish embarrassment, as Maie's coat was removed by the obediant 
Sweet-Breasted. Her torso was exquisite, almost doll-like in its tender 
proportions and her smooth skin shone golden in the subdued lighting of the 
cabin. In contrast with the golden smoothness of her skin, her hair was 
black as night and plaited into two long ropes which hung low down the 
gleaming marble of her dimpled back. Her breasts were quite small but 
deliciously rounded, their tips a soft ball. 

"You can excite her so quickly to the degree of heat and wetness which gives 
me the keenest pleasure." the Mandarin ordered. 

Still quivering voluptuously under his caresses, Maie did as she was bidden. 
Without looking round she stretched out her hand and slid it along the 
polished flesh of her sister's thigh. Sweet-Breasted sighed and leaned back 
supporting her body on taut arms. She trembled with delight as the other 
girl's questing hand slid along the inside of her thigh and imparted the 
electrifying caress to the already throbbing lips of her cunt. With a 
gesture of luxurious enjoyment, she edged forward slightly, pressing the 
tingling flesh of her cunt-opening, welcoming the searching fingertips which 
were now gently inserting themselves into the narrow aperture. Maie's eyes 
melted langurously and she breathed more quickly under the stimulous of her 
master's savage fondling of her breats, and the delicious sensation of 
feeling her own fingers toying shamelessly with her sister's genitals. 

This was one of the Mandarin's favourite forms of enjoyment and he had 
practiced it countless times with the two girls. But it soom became 
apparent, for no obvious reason, he was getting less pleasure than usual 
from the performances of these rites. Neither girl was to blame for this as 
they were both unreservedly surrendering to the pleasure, enjoying and being 
enjoyed to a muted chorus of tiny gasps and quickened breathing. Maie's pink 
nipples tingled exquisitely and the delving fingers three of which were now 
engulfed in her sister's soft, wet cunt, trembled spasmodically under the 
violent stimulus of the Mandarin's fondlings. 

Sweet-Breasted was leaning right back as she perched on the very edge of the 
desk, the arms with which she propped herself up, quivered with the mounting 
tension of her excitement and ecstasy as she felt Maie's skillful fingers 
churning and rotating in the dilated pulpiness of her vagina. Her clitoris 
was fiercely stiff, the pink stalk poking out from between the cunt-lips, a 
frail little finger of pink flesh which pulsated passion. With a sudden 
movement the Mandarin thrust Maie from his lap. The girl's fingers slid free 
from her sister's distended orifice as she was forced to stand erect. And so 
their mutual ecstasy was abruptly terminated. Such was their absolute 
subservience to the whims and caprices of their master that neither girl 
betrayed the slightest sign of the emotional agony of frustration which 
tormented them. Only the deep flush on their pretty faces and the sensuous 
heaviness in their eyes betrayed them. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

At the hour of nine, the Mandarin summoned the two slave girls. 

"Has the English girl been tended to?" he queried curtly. 

"She has, master," they murmured together. 

"Then bring her to me. Go fetch her at once." 

They paused for an instant as they asked: "Do you wish us to go as we are, 
or shall we dress first, master?" 

"Go exactly as you are. Seeing you both half naked may serve to remind the 
tender little flower that my power over the three of you is absolute. Still 
better if the sight of you shocks her virgin modesty. Go, hurry." 

They bowed quickly and then hurried from the cabin. On leaving they 
presented an enchanting study in contrasts with Maie's smooth golden back 
bare and lissome above the waistband of her blue coolie pants, and 
Sweet-Breasted taut young buttocks and long sleek legs undulating sensuously 
beneath the edge of her blue coat. 

When they returned some five minutes later they were dragging the naked 
struggling Darlene between them. She screamed and kicked with the furious 
strength born of despair and desperation. She was hauled across the cabin 
and held tightly by the arms in front of the Mandarin. She was suddenly 
silent, and stared with shocked and horrified eyes across the desk. It was 
as though the spectacle which met her gaze had stunned her. 

The Mandarin was no longer clothed in his flowing silken robes. He was quite 
naked, and lounged back in his chair in such a way that the petrified young 
creature was presented with an unobscured view of the whole of his body. His 
torso was massive with muscle, and a thick matting of black hair covered his 
chest. It tapered downwards until it became a mere wisp of darkness on the 
hard olive-hued belly, then flared outwards once more into thick luxuriance 
which wreathed his stiff penis and pendant balls. 

The sight of the erect phallus, a tall and tapering pillar of blood-charged 
gristle brought a look of sick fascination to Darlene's face and it was all 
too plain to the most casual observer that she was looking at the male 
instrument for the first time in her life. 

As they stood holding the trembling girl tightly by the arms, both Maie and 
Sweet-Breasted could hardly suppress little smiles of wanton amusement, as 
they covertly studied the girl's shocked pallid face with sideling glances. 

Breathing heavily and still staring in mute horror at the nude mass which 
was a great muscular body, Darlene looked a lovely statue as she stood posed 
between the two half nude slave-girls. Her firm breasts rose and fell in 
tumultuous agitation and the fiery red of the blossoming cunt hairs stirred 
with the rapid heavings of her white belly. Some instinct, as old as time 
itself, caused her to press one knee against the other as her stricken, 
shamefaced eyes continued to gaze, as if mesmerized at the rigidly swollen 
shape of the man's prick. It was as if she was already seeking to defend her 
virginal parts from the threat of that bloated member. 

The Mandarin's long drooping moustaches stirred slightly as he parted his 
lips. His dark eyes smouldered lustfully as they studied Darlene's nude form 
which was defenseless, and beautiful. 

"You may release the little slave's arms now, my children. Since the door is 
securely locked she cannot escape from me. Don't seize her again unless I 
command you to do so." The Mandarin's voice, as he spoke, was deceptively 
soft and purring. 

Maie and her sister obediently released Darlene's arms and stepped back from 
her slightly. As soon as her arms were free, the English girl seemed to 
rouse herself from the spell of the man's lewdly exposed flesh. With a sob 
of horror and shame, she pressed both hands to her face to blot out the 
obscene spectacle. Her trembling nakedness was racked by convulsive sobs. A 
moment later, as if only just assimilating the words of the Mandarin, she 
jerked her hands from her face and spoke in a shaking voice, her eyes 
tightly shut to blot out the firghtening and revolting vision of the rampant 
prick. 

"Y-you ... ca-called mm-me a-a-a s-sl-slave," she panted indignant and 
apprehensive simultaneously. 

"Such is your station in life now-and for a little time to come, my child," 
the Mandarin said placidly. She cringed as if he were about to strike her. 

"Oh NO! ... You're mad ... you're insane!" she shrieked. "Let me go at once 
... d'you hear? ... Let me leave here immediately!" 

The Mandarin rose from his chair with a swiftness which was amazing in a man 
his age and bulk. Before Darlene realized what was happening he had come 
from behind the desk and seized her disheveled hair in a great fist. She 
shrieked fiercely as he hurled her to the carpeted floor and stood over her 
writhing body with his right hand raised high above his body, the fingers 
grasping the hilt of a viciously slim quirt. 

WEEEESSSSHHHH!!!.........CRACK!! 

CRA ... ACK!! 

"OOH ... No ... stop it ... AAAIHHH!!" 

Demented with the excruciating pain in her tender flesh, the girl writhed 
and squirmed madly over the floor, modesty forgotten, as her gleaming limbs 
thrashed in all directions. The two cuts of the quirt had streaked across 
her loins so that from hip to hip, just above the horizontal line of her 
pubic growth, the lustrous skin was streaked with two scarlet tracks. 

WHHHEE E SHHH ... C R A ACK ... WHE-EESSHHH ... CRACK. 

Frantic with pain she rolled screaming onto her belly so that the next two 
cuts hissed stingingly onto her vulnerable buttocks. Her shapely bottom 
reared violently into the air, her back hollowing in a long curve as she 
lifted her hips and her shoulders remained on the floor. For a fraction of a 
second the twin pillars of her thighs were braced upright in the tautness of 
her anguish. Again and again the quirt hissed through the air and cracked. 

She howled and gibbered in fresh agony as she felt its burning fury flashing 
in white hot streaks across the back of her sensitive thighs. Her white body 
flexed in tremendous muscular spasms, and she twisted onto her back again 
exhibiting the glowing red lines etched across the base of her heaving 
belly. Her quivering thighs were flung wide apart exposing the fleshy pink 
cleft nestling under its curly growth of coppery-red hairs. She shrieked and 
sobbed twisting violently from side to side as she sought relief for her 
lacerated skin by rubbing her thighs and buttocks against the carpet. Her 
hands flew instinctively to protect her bare breasts as if some divine 
intuition had told her that they were the Mandarin's next target. 

WWWEEEHHH. CRAAAACK!!! 

The scalding pain sliced across the backs of her hands which were cupped 
protectively over the firm breasts and Darlene's piercing screams rose in a 
fresh crescendo of sound. Shimmering with tears in her anguished and 
terrified eyes she stared up at the towering yellow mass of the man's naked 
torso. The quivering moustache lent an added hideousness and menace to the 
malevolent smile on his lips and his eyes seem to burn right through her 
flesh as they gloated upon her torment. 

As if the searing kisses of the quirt's tough leather scorching across their 
backs had released hidden springs, her hands flew outwards from her body. 
Her firm breasts were fully exposed in the heaving red-tipped loveliness. 
Then, even as she squirmed and writhed with the accumulated pain burning the 
flesh in various parts of her body she realized her mistake in leaving her 
lovely breasts unprotected. She saw the quirt whistling down on her but had 
no time to roll out of its way. 

WWWEEESSSHHH ... CRAACCK! 

Her whole body seemed to explode into screaming agony as the thin savagely 
biting leather seemed to split them open with the keen swiftness of a 
surgeon's scalpel. Her nipples felt as though they were swelling and 
bursting like ripe seed pods. Pain goaded her to the brink of insanity at 
that point. Dazed and completely shattered by the imaginabe fury of her 
torment, she scarcely knew where she was or what she was doing. Hands 
clapped to her throbbing breasts, she rolled over and over several times 
across the carpet, howling insanely the whole time, whilst the Mandarin came 
after her on his bare feet like an enormous beast of prey stalking its 
victim. The quirt was raised in readiness to strike again but it seemed that 
at the moment he was content merely to enjoy the English girl's frightful 
agony without adding to it. Apart from this, his diabolical skill and 
ingenuity in torturing young girls was such as to enable him to guess 
accurately how close Darlene was to breaking point. Her sensitive flesh 
could sustain little more, if any, torment without the risk of very serious 
harm to her sanity. 

It was almost ten minutes before she was lying comparatively still at his 
feet, huddled into a tight ball, knees drawn up to her chin so that the 
milky-white hemispheres of her buttocks were drawn absolutely taut, she 
whimpered and moaned with the slow burning pain which gnawed at her thighs, 
buttocks, belly, and most violently of all, at her throbbing breasts. 

He pressed her sharply on the buttocks with his bare toes: "No humble slave 
girl such as yourself my child, no matter how pretty she is, is permitted to 
address a personage of my rank as you did just now," he hissed 
threateningly. 

Darlene's sobs grew louder in renewed hysteria. 

"Ddd ... don't ... h-hurt mm-ee any mm-more. Don't ... d-d-dooo it," she 
whimpered piteously between moans of suffering. 

"Am I to take it then, little slave, that you recognise fully your criminal 
discourtesy towards my esteemed person, and repent of it?" he asked softly. 

"Yes ... Yes ... Oh, yes! I'm s-s-sorry ... I-I'm v-very s-sorry. I-I didn't 
m- mean to in-insult you," she wailed frantically. 

"You have pleased me, little slave, but words are not sufficient by 
themselves in this case. You will now prove to me, in the manner I command, 
that not only do you wish to be forgiven for your unmannerly behavior, but 
also are eager to convince me that henceforth you will accept without 
reservation that I am your rightful lord and master. Do you accept, little 
slave?" 

"Yes, yes, anything. Anything," she almost screamed, desperately ready to 
buy protection from his brutality at any price. Nothing could be harder to 
endure, she thought than the biting throbbing pangs and twinges of white hot 
pain which consumed so much of her delicate body. In her abject innocence, 
Darlene Belmaine could not anticipate the lewd and humiliating forms which 
her act of penitence might assume. 

Fondling the quirt with his powerful hands, his eyes slitted and bright in 
the ivory-yellow face, the Mandarin stood staring down at the weeping girl 
for a moment. His eyes flick red briefly to the rearing penis and his smile 
was utterly lasvicious as well as anticipatory. Her humble expression of 
readiness to do whatever he willed gave him cruel pleasure which incited him 
to extract the very utmost in sadistic satisfaction from the situation. 

"I have already satisfied myself that you are a virgin, little slave," he 
murmured. "Possibly, almost certainly I should think, I am the first naked 
man you have ever beheld. Is that so?" 

"She hesitated for a moment, sobbing with pain as well as shame. "Yes," she 
mubled at last. 

"I would strongly advise you to remember to pay the respect of addressing me 
as "master" at all times in the future, little slave," he hissed. She 
shuddered at the menace in the voice, and her terror was again renewed. 

"Answer me again little slave, properly." 

Gulping back her tears, her smarting hands still massaging her lacerated and 
swollen breasts with their nipples stingling savagely, she obeyed. 

"Y-Y-Yes ... M-M-master." she faltered. 

"And my observations lead me to believe that the sight of my excited member 
arouses considerable horror, and not a little revulsion in you. Is this so 
little slave?" 

"I ... I ... Oh! ... y-yes ... in a w-way, m-master." she admitted. 

The Mandarin smiled suavely, the drooping moustache trembled with the 
creasing movements of his high boned cheeks. "You are blessed with wisdom in 
that you do not lie to me. I should have known should you have lied and 
would have whipped you again for your impertinence in attempting to deceive 
me...." 

"No-No-not again ... Not the whip, ... please ... Have pity on me, please!" 
the helpless girl shrieked, driven to a frenzy of terror by the mere mention 
of the word. 

"Be at peace, little slave. My whip shall not caress your lovely body again 
unless some act of disobedience or disrespect on your part demands it." he 
told her smiling evilly. "Since you confess that my emblem of male dominance 
and virility affects you as I had guessed, then we must do something to put 
matters right. It is an unnatural attitude, yours, my dear. You have not got 
the right attitude of mind. It is as much for the young and healthy girl, as 
it is for the experienced matron, to regard the male member as an object of 
immense power. An idol to be worshipped and held in the greatest veneration. 
It is not a well- known saying of your people...."killing two birds with one 
stone', eh?" 

"Y-yes it is, m-master." 

"So. You will now perform a little act which will do very perfectly the 
'killing of two birds with one stone' since you will begin to learn the real 
respect that every woman should feel for the man's member and you will ALSO 
assure me of your absolute submission to my purpose and desires ... in all 
things. Little slave, I command you to kneel before me and take the full 
length of my noble fullness into your mouth." 

A violent shudder went through Darlene's body as she lay huddled on the 
floor and she seemed to recoil as if in some tremendous shock of horror. 
Sobbing and panting, she scrambled onto her hands and knees, turned to him 
and clasped her hands about his bare legs so that the full springy cushions 
of her breasts pushed against his bare flesh regardless of the pain she 
suffered from the contact. But she cried out: "Oh no, master. How can you 
ask such a wicked thing of me ... Not that ... spare me!" 

As she sobbed out the anguished words his pendant balls were gently brushed 
by the dishevelled red hair crowning her head as it pressed in supplication 
between his knees. 

"Very well, little slave. Your rebellious flesh must sting to the caresses 
of my whip again and this time I shall use it between your legs. You will 
bleed profusely after the first cut and at the end of your punishment you 
will have so many gashes between your tender white English thighs that it 
will be difficult, if not impossible, for a man to know which is the natural 
slit intended to receive his prick." The effects of this diabotical effect 
were truly electrical. Darlene clung more tenaciously than ever to the twin 
pillars of his hairy legs, screaming and sobbing as if demented. 

"No ... No .!" she shrieked. "Please ... No.!" 

"Do as I command little slave. You have ten seconds in which to show 
obedience, or else....." 

Her shuddering body straightened with a jerk. Her ashen tear-stained face 
was a study in wild terror, horror and revulsion, as well as pain. She 
gulped several times and her throat worked convulsively as her shamed eyes 
stared at the quivering stiffness of his member. 

He looked down watching her intently and pitilessly and the expression on 
his cruel face turned her blood cold. With an anguished sob her head bent 
forward and her tousled hair caressed his thighs and the hollows of his 
groin. Exquisite delight flushed through him as he felt her trembling hands 
close shakily round his rigid member and draw it downwards to her mouth. Her 
soft moist lips pressed on the red knob of the glans and she made a supreme 
effort to fight down her disgust as she sucked the flesh into her mouth. 

Watching the kneeling girl sucking and almost retching over his member, the 
Mandarin looked at the two slave girls. They were standing, as always, in 
readiness but he saw that the sight of Darlene sucking his penis was already 
exciting them considerably. 

Their eyes were feverishly bright and a flush was on their cheeks. 

"Enjoy yourselves, my children, until this slave has finished her act of 
penance." His voice was hoarse with lust and pleasure. 

The girls bowed gravely then turned to each other excitedly. Maie hands 
pressed between her sister's things and Sweet-Breasted tugged at Maie's 
trousers dropping them. Pressed close together, mouth to mouth, belly to 
belly, their intermingled hands moved impatiently and feverishly with the 
savage ardour of healthy animals. 

Darlene, her mouth enclosed over the Mandarin's upstanding prick, almost 
choked as the point of the thick shaft scraped the back of her throat, while 
the hot animal smell of his pubic hair stung her nostrils. She clutched at 
him for support, one hand on his hip, the other blindly grasped his balls 
and the weight of her body almost wrenched the hairy sac from his body. 

"Excellent, little slave." panted the Mandarin, excitement and pleasure 
tingling through his body. "Moisten it well with your tender lips so that it 
may enter your vaginal cunt all the more easily when the time comes." 

If Darlene heard the words they had no meaning for her. She seemed stunned 
by the revolting indecencies she was forced to perform with her mouth. Each 
hair each vein, each pore of the throbbing prick seemed part of her tongue 
and the roof of her mouth. Sick, and utterly debased by the nauseous 
experience she stopped for breath and he pushed her away. He grinned as he 
watched her anguish. She was horrified when she saw that the prick was 
larger than ever and noted with shame that the throbbing stalk was wet and 
glistening with her own saliva. 

Across the room the two slave girls were drawing apart. They looked 
exquisitely pretty as they gasped for breath, their hair dishevelled, and 
sweat on their delicate features and exposed cunts and bellies. Their plump 
mounds were devoid of hair and the glistening redness of the two slits could 
be easily seen. The firm lips were swollen from the ecstatic finger friction 
to which each had been subjected. 

The Mandarin beckoned to them and they went to him feeling the delicious 
after effects of their mutual caresses. The two girls looked delightfully 
wanton and shameless. Their sleek flanks, bellies and cunts were exhibited 
to the eyes of their master. 

"The chair." the Mandarin said briefly. 

Darlene, huddled on the floor sobbing with shame, buried her face in her 
hands. She was limp and moaned dully in a stupor of misery and exhaustion as 
she was hauled to her feet by the two others. With practiced swiftness, Maie 
tied the girl's hands behind her back. 

Darlene began to scream, thinking this was another preliminary to torture. 

"Enough of this!" said the Mandarin. What I am about to do is far from the 
type of torture you have now become to respect. A slight discomfort between 
the legs, perhaps. A little blood, nothing worse will happen to you ... 
provided you permit your wisdom to prevail over the unreasonable impulses of 
your emotions." 

Darlene's sobs subsided though every muscle in her body remained tense in 
apprehension of further suffering. Fastening her wrists behind her back did 
nothing to reassure her. But she had no choice, she had to submit. Trembling 
all over she gazed at her tormentor in mute supplication. Her eyes begged 
that he would spare her further anguish. 

It amused both the Mandarin and the two slave-girls to see Darlene's eyes 
carefully avoiding the stiffly rearing penis still moist with her saliva. To 
the two girls, the Mandarin said: "Pick her up now." 

They placed themselves on each side of Darlene, who shivered and went tense 
with fear as each girl slid an arm round her waist. Then Maie placed her 
other hand under one thigh almost on the swell of the buttock, while 
Sweet-Breasted did the same at the other side. They then lifted Darlene off 
her feet and sharply tilted her backwards, as though she were in an arm 
chair. They firmly gripped her at each point. 

Darlene uttered a wailing cry of shame and blushed scarlet in her sudden 
confusion as her legs were spread wide apart. 

Her shapely calves dangled loosely and the firm delicacy of her cunt lips, 
all the secrets of her moist underpays were freely exposed to the glittering 
eyes of the Mandarin, as he confronted her with his rigid member, which was 
standing almost vertically up the wall of his sinewy belly. 

It was only then, when she knew her genitals were fully revealed and 
vunerable did Darlene understand the horrible meaning of it all. 

She let out a piercing scream, she was shocked more by the thought of being 
ravished in front of Maie and Sweet-Breasted. The mere thought of being 
ruthlessly violated in privacy with no one but the male antagonist to 
witness her shame and pain was frightful enough. But the prospect of being 
torn open under the watchful eyes of the two pretty girls was enough to stun 
her. She struggled madly to rid herself of the clamping hands which kept her 
thighs apart. 

"NO ... NO ... please . ... oh!" she shrieked supplicatingly and her eyes 
were starting from their sockets. Half crazed, wriggling and twisting in her 
vain efforts to break free, but seriously hampered by the way her arms were 
strapped behind her, she watched the Mandaring closing in on her. 

He was gloating over anguish and shame, enjoying her excruciating 
embarrassment. 

Maie and her sister bracing themselves, straining themselves with their 
exertion, as their master moved forward and between Darlene's outspread 
thighs. Without waiting for instruction, their watchful eyes quick to note 
any defect in the arrangement of Darlene's body, the two girls roused the 
screaming, panting girl a few inches higher so that when the Mandarin's body 
was close enough for him to press the bulbous glans into the silky curls of 
her pubic hairs, he was instantly at the portals of her cunt-opening. 

Feeling the heated, animal hardness of the glans nudging the arid slit of 
her cunt, Darlene was galvanised into further frenzies of screaming and 
shrieking, and futile wriggling and twisting. 

Inexorable as doom, the man's hot breath fanning her pallid face, she felt 
the stiffness of him slowly piercing her vagina. The outer lips of her cunt 
stretched and bulged inwards under the remorseless pressure he was exerting 
against her. 

She shrieked and struggle more fiercely than ever but the two girls held her 
firmly in position, displaying an expertness which could only be gained by 
long experience in keeping her trembling things extended the whole time. 

She screamed and then almost swooned with the hot thrusts of pain which 
seemed to transform her crotch into a mass of raw, stinging flesh. She could 
feel the massive thickness of him sliding smoothly into her under the 
tremendous exertions of powerful loins. 

Her flesh felt as though it were splitting in all directions while her 
wracked body was pivoted upon the unyielding of his member. She moaned 
mechanically and he went on piercing her. It seemed that his prick was of 
endless length and that her very bowels were glutted with the thickness of 
it. Overcome with exhaustion, she suddenly slumped heavily against the two 
arms which were supporting her from behind. 

She barely felt the savage thrusting of the rampant phallus when her 
ravisher began to shag her in dead earnest. His hands grasped the rounded 
smoothness of her knees as he leaned into her grunting and panting with 
animal satisfaction as he felt the clinging tightness of her vagina with 
friction upon his sensitive shaft. 

Without being aware of its meaning, and too exhausted to care, she felt the 
spurting heat of thick fluid pumping into her so that she felt wet and 
sticky inside. 

There was an expression of bestial satisfaction on the face of the Mandarin 
when at last he withdrew his half shrunk prick from the bleeding vagina. 
"Take her away and give her a thorough douche. Cleanse and refresh her and 
then put her into the bunk. I shall not use her again. Bring me sandwiches 
and wine when you have finished." So spoke the Mandarin. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Many hours later, paper headlines screamed that five guests had mysteriously 
disappeared from the Hotel Royal Bordeaux. Wires hummed across the channel 
between the Paris Surete and Scotland Yard. 

Meanwhile, in the Quai locale of the Rue de Gaston, Inspector Robert Wicks 
of Scotland Yard entered the office of the Prefect of Police, Inspector 
Louis Murat. 

As Wicks entered the room, both men embraced, and pumped each others' hand 
in glad recognition, and mutual respect. They were old friends these two, 
and knew well the worth and brilliant accomplishments of the other in the 
field of crime detection. 

The two men chatted in intimate conversation for a few minutes recalling 
again the days of the past, and after the usual exchange of inquiries were 
made about each others' families, Wicks brought the subject head-long-on to 
the pressing matter at hand: his reason for being sent by Scotland Yard. 

Wicks, leaned forward in his chair and lit his pipe. "Of course, you well 
know why I am here, Louis. We have sufficient reason to believe that Cha' 
Sung and his fiendish cohorts are the cunning abductors of our six 
Englishwomen....also that he is somewheres here, on the coast of France. I 
trust you received the dossier from Scotland Yard giving you the facts and 
pertinent details of the case. 

Inspector Murat sat quietly attentive. He perused the chewed end of his 
cigar and then nodded his head slowly: "Yes, my friend, I know-I know;-your 
government and Scotland Yard per se, are clamoring for the capture of this 
barbarian Yellow Tiger . ... namely the Mandarin Cha' Sung, but more so, the 
safe return of your six women which I agree is uppermost. 

He emitted a heavy sigh and made an empty gesture with his hands: "If only 
it were that easily done, dear Robert, as it is said." 

Murat left his chair, and started to pace the room; with his hand folded 
behind his back, he continued on: "Still, we think we have something of 
significance- possibly, and seemingly, an important lead." 

"Three days ago, a young Eurasian girl was brought in to our Prefect 
Hospital almost dead. Her body had been maniacally scarred and brutally 
beaten-she was in a shocking state-almost unbelievable to the eyes of the 
beholder. The brutal battering has reduced the girl to psychic numbness. She 
now lays in a coma. 

Two of our gendarmes found her unconscious body lying in the dank thickets 
just below the Quai, while performing their midnight rounds. 

That particular area is a desolate one, and not much used by people, except 
for the village fishermen who moor their non-repairable boats there. 

In the process of transporting her to our hospital, the attending ambulence 
medic claims that she had recovered consciousness long enough to utter three 
discernible words. Those three words, my dear Robert were: 'Yellow Beasts 
Boat." 

Muret's eyes were wide and bright, and seemingly abstract like a hawk's, as 
he spoke. 

"Quite significant, eh Robert." 

"Unfortunately, we have been unable to learn anything further from the girl 
since she had been in euphoric-shock from the time she was brought in, till 
the present. Our doctors are doing everything possible to bring her out of 
this mute catatonia she suffers, in order to render her communicative." 

While this was going on, the principal figures in the drama were bound hand 
and foot lying on bunks in a yacht which was racing from the Mediterranean 
Coast of Frnace. 

Aboard the yacht things were 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

"D'you really think he will succeed, Darling?" Sweet-Breasted murmured. She 
was stark naked and leaned over her sister who was also naked. Their 
beautiful bodies were sprawled in wanton and shameless abandon across the 
broad, low, divan which filled three quarters of the available space in the 
cabin. Maie stretched herself so that her taut breasts rose voluptuously 
from her slender body. "He will succeed, my pet, without a doubt. He is the 
greatest and cleverest man in the world. The French police will be no match 
for him. He has nothing to fear from the puny minds which constantly seek to 
oppose his divine will. Our guests should be honored at his attention ... 
Darlene in particular." 

"I wonder how long he intends to keep them?" 

"Why, Until he is tired of them ... which won't be long for they are stupid 
inferior creatures, apart from their physical attractions. I apprehend the 
fear which broods in your mind, my sister, regarding the outcome of our 
master's expedition. Those women will be in no position to make trouble when 
our master sees fit to release them. They will maintain a discreet silence, 
not wanting to expose their shame to the world. Nothing can excel the kisses 
of the whip for instilling descretion in such people. Surely, after six 
years in close attendence on our master, you know that well." 

Sweet-Breasted laughed as she nodded assent: "Looking back on everything, it 
hardly seems possible that you and I have acquired such learning in so short 
a time. We understand the infinite varieties of love ... love between man 
and girl, man and man, girl and girl, girl and animal, animal and man, and 
each of them in countless forms of expression. Why, when we were mere 
children, before our illustrious master had deflowered us, we could recite 
in utmost detail the 63 positions of love. How well I can see now, that 
after being whipped, ravished, and forcibly tortured, in many different 
ways, their ladyships will not open their pretty lips." 

Maie laughed then became pensive. "My sister, of these delicate morsels our 
master now has aboard for his entertainment, the one who exceites my 
interest most is Miss Darlene Balmaine. 

"I have already noticed that.-Without being jealous, of course. Your eyes 
continually wandered to her after they had been brought aboard, and no 
wonder, with that hair and exquisite coloring. I can well understand your 
desire." 

"And you share my feeling for the child?" 

Sweet-Breasted's eyes darkened with desire as she nodded 'yes' saying that 
the bottom attracted her as well as the delicate coloring of the tits. 

"Ah, her bottom, yes. It is remarkably big for a child of her tender years, 
yet there is nothing ungainly about its proportions. How I should enjoy 
cutting at that backside with a light dog-whip as a prelude to exploring 
between the thighs with my mouth and tongue and caressing her...." 

The conversation was stimulating to both girls and they gazed at each other 
for a moment. 

Maie extended her arms to her sister in a wordless invitation. The muscles 
under Sweet-Breasted's olive skin rippled sensuously as she leaned over to 
her sister and glided her hands caressingly over the tiny breasts. Maie 
stirred softly with pleasure. Sweet-Breasted caressed her sister's naked 
body with slow, voluptuous patience. 

Her fingers delicately pinched and fondled the pink buds of the nipples, 
then traveled languorously down towards the soft downy curves of the flat 
belly. Maie, sighing with pleasure, drew apart her legs to admit the agile 
fingers which dipped deep into the honey sweet slit between her thighs. 

While Sweet-Breasted stroked a-round the hips and belly with one hand, her 
other was active between the outstretched thighs, fingering the rosy cleft 
and prying it open to reveal the glistening pink softness within. As her 
fingers sank deeper into the wetness of her sister's vagina, the thumb 
teasing the sensitive bud of the stiffening clitoris, Sweet-Breasted kissed 
her sister's breasts. 

Her small pink tongue ran over the little mounds wetting the smooth golden 
skin till it glistened like flower petals after rain. She sucked the 
tingling pink of the stiff teats deep into her mouth and gently bit into the 
stem of hem. 

Maie murmured in ecstasy, and her supple body began to undulate in 
voluptuous movements of pure abandon. They were suddenly interrupted by a 
buzzer which sounded in the cabin and, seeing a light panel flashing they 
instantly discarded their pleasures and sprang from the divan. 

Flushed and excited with their feeling, the climbed into their clothes. 

"The master must be feeling like a bit of cunt-flesh now that he is awake," 
said Maie. 

"If he's in that mood then he won't pay much attention to us," 
Sweet-Breasted observed. "Do you think he wants us to give pleasure to his 
favourites among the crew? We can expect him to use us that way now that he 
had so much English cunt to idle with. Still, when he gets fed up with them 
he will be at us night and day like he was when he was breaking us in." 

Some moments later, at their knock, they were admitted to the presence. 

The cabin in which they now stood stretched the full width of the vessel, 
thirty feet and twice as long. There were no portholes and the room was 
gently illuminated by concealed lighting. It was lined along its four sides 
with exquisitely carved Eastern furniture, and large Chinese rugs covered 
the center floor space. At the far end stood a massive divan covered in 
tiger skin rugs upon which were heaped huge silken cushions. Seated in the 
middle, naked but for a leather breech clout and several golden bracelets 
about his brawny arms, was the Mandarin. At his beckoning they advanced 
swiftly towards him and bowed, then stood quietly awaiting his commands. 

"I trust you have slept well, my children, and, of course, enjoyed each 
other upon waking?" he said with a sly smile. He seemed extremely pleased 
when they affirmed without embarrassment that they had done so. 

"You both give me great happiness with your words ... Now go below, loving 
children, and bring me the fair-haired Miss Tanis Fairfax. I intend to amuse 
myself for a few hours." 

They departed, and Maie, a few minutes later, returned alone. The man's eyes 
showed great anger when he saw her. 

"What is wrong?" he asked sharply as Maie bowed. 

"Mrs. Fairfax asks that you grant her the honour of an immediate interview, 
my master." 

"Ah, I see." His anger subsided almost immediately and very slyly he said: 
"Could it be that she wishes to plead with me on behalf of her daughter, 
Maie?" 

"Master. In my humble observation of the lady it would appear so. She 
suggested that she would do anything, so anxious is she to protect her 
daughter from what the English so quaintly call "a fate worse than death'". 

"She is a very attractive woman" he said aloud. Silently he assumed that 
Darlene must have told her mother all that had happed to her and it appeared 
that the charming Mrs. Fairfax was willing to sacrifice herself in order to 
save her virgin daughter from a similar fate. "You honestly think she would 
give me pleasure, Maie, despite the regrettable fact that she is lacking in 
virgin freshness?" 

Maie nodded approval, adding, "She seems broad, but very supple in the 
region of the pelvis; her movements should be excitingly strong and 
certainly practiced to a greater degree." 

"Then bring her to me ... Lady Tanis may remain a virgin flower a little 
longer." With this Maie departed. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Christine Fairfax was not the kind of woman who let others push her about. 
She entered the stateroom, her head held high, and the two Chinese girls in 
her wake. She had a voluptuous figure. Her breasts were thrust well forward 
beneath the flimsy dress she wore. Her skin was good, her rich black hair, 
slightly waved, swayed about her shoulder as she walked. 

The Mandarin eyed her with unexpected interest, and thoughtfully fingering 
his long moustache, he nodded dismissal to the two girls. They took up their 
positions outside the cabin doors and awaited a further summons. 

Watching Mrs. Fairfax for a minute he saw that she was trying to conceal her 
great agitation from him. He knew that she was aware of the humiliation, the 
stress and pain, the evil fate, and the distress which threatened her 
daughter. He saw that in her mind was the thought of saving her daughter at 
any cost. She braced herself, and with quivering hands tightly clasped, she 
spoke in a soft voice. 

"Perhaps you know why I have asked to see you," she started, trembling 
nervously. 

He smiled blandly. "I can guess, Mrs. Fairfax. Your maternal instincts are 
understandable, though it is quite useless to plead with me. We met a few 
hours ago on this boat, and, if you remember, you were abusive." 

"I'm sorry about that," she said. "I was not then aware of your rank. How 
could I have been when you were attired just as you are now," and her dark 
eyes wandered distastefully over the massive body covered with thick dark 
hair. 

"Clothes, dear lady, do not enhance a man's breeding. They draw attention to 
his bearing, his distinction, but without them, one can recognize those 
qualities which proclaim the mastery and upper breeding which are inherited 
through unbroken line of ancestors. But enough. No doubt Miss Darlene has 
confided some of the details of her experience with me. Now you come here 
expecting to plead successfully for your virginal daughter," he paused and 
eyed the woman evilly. She was pale and had great difficulty in controlling 
herself. 

"I tell you frankly, dear lady, I look forward with great pleasure and the 
keenest anticipation regarding your daughter's maidenhead ... as soon as you 
leave me." 

She had considerable difficulty finding the words. 

"I ... I ... I'm aware of that ... but pl-please hear me f-f-first." 

"As you wish ... but do not delay me long." 

"My daughter is ... is engaged to be m-married to a young man with whom she 
is ... is deeply in love. If such a thing as you intend happens to Tanis, he 
would have nothing more to do with her. It would be a blow from which she 
would never recover." 

"I do not forbid them to marry ... I am not a murderer. I wish only to enjoy 
your daughter's loveliness for a little time. When I can be quite sure that 
none of you will talk foolishly to the authorities, then you will be landed 
safely. The passage of years will obliterate all this from your mind." 

Great relief showed in the face of Mrs. Fairfax. She seemed to take fresh 
courage. "But surely you are aware of the great value a gentleman sets upon 
the integrity of his bride? This man will penalize my poor child most 
cruelly were he to find her already ... spoiled ... even though she was an 
unwilling victim of--" 

"A shocking outrage? My dear lady, you may call it that if you wish," he 
smiled slyly. 

She flushed with embarrassment and her breasts stirred violently beneath her 
frock. This caught the Mandarin's eyes and the woman flushed deeper as she 
saw him eyeing her curves. But nothing could deter her. She thought she 
might still deploy his evil purposes. 

"Yes, it would be a shocking outrage against the girl. Mind, we do not 
consider ourselves your enemies ... despite Darlene's experiences with you. 
Quite possibly the girl led you on to a certain extent. Her mother and I 
have agreed that the matter should be kept quiet...." 

Her soft voice was very gentle now and she forced the nearest shadow of a 
smile to the red lips which quivered temptingly. She stepped forward 
slightly and her knees touched the edge of the huge divan. His eyes 
glittered as they scrutinized the voluptuousness of the rounded breast at 
much closer quarters. He lifted a long taloned hand and the woman suppressed 
a cry of horror as it reached up to her. 

Her body stiffened and she sobbed, her terror of pain in any shape or form 
instantly awakened at the sight of the sinister curling claws. Her pale face 
was suddenly suffused with scarlet as the man began to fondle the voluptuous 
breasts. She made as if to draw back but the curling fingers tightened on 
her left breasts. 

"You appear to have a beautiful pair of breasts, dear lady," the Mandarin 
murmured, "I'm sure you cannot object if I examine them in their natural 
state, eh?" 

She only stood there, mesmerized by the hands unfastening the top of her 
dress which was unbuttoned all the way down. Her breasts were round, white 
and very heavy when he exposed them. The points tilted sharply upwards and 
the delicate skin looked as fresh and clear as that of a young girl. The 
nipples were a very dark rose colour. 

Christine sobbed with embarrassment and closed her eyes for a moment as she 
felt him lifting both breasts as he examined them and weighed them in the 
palm of his cupped hands. She quivered violently as he smoothed his hard 
palm over one nipple, rotating it and gradually increasing the pressure 
until the point became as hard as flint as it stubbed into the flesh of his 
palm. 

"Beautiful ... truly the essence of proud womanhood," murmured the Mandarin, 
"These fill a man's hand in a satisfying manner unlike those of a young 
girl." The woman shivered and sighed but did not dare to antagonize him by a 
display of active resistance. 

The handling of such hemispheres had a natural reaction in the man. His 
prick surged into a fierce erection and his senses were violently aroused. 
"Come closer, dear lady," he said softly, still fondly manipulating her 
breasts. 

Her frock gaped open to her waist revealing a broad "V" shaped expanse of 
white skin. She was ashamed of being exposed in such a manner, and still 
more mortified by the way in which her lovely breasts were being handled, 
but she obeyed him passively. Her shamefast, but sexual experienced eyes, 
had already noted the significant manner in which the leather breech-cloth 
was bulging with the strain of his stiffened penis. She was thinking of the 
daughter to whom she was greatly devoted and who's virginal flesh was 
threatened by that rigid phallus. "God forgive me if I begin to play the 
wanton woman with this beast", she prayed silently. 

Her trembling body seemed to flow towards him in submission and she stood 
before him with her magnificent white breasts jutting boldly from the 
disarranged front of her dress. Hand behind her now, she submitted to the 
lustful handling of her breasts. His demanding fingers sank into the 
firmness and she whimpered with pain as the curved hooks of his fingernails 
pricked the sensitive skin like pointed needles. Against her will, the dark 
nipples began to swell and stiffen as he fondled and pressed them 
lasciviously with his fingers. 

He quickly tired of her breasts and felt drawn towards the other, more 
voluptuous and intimate parts of her body. Blushing, she bit hard on her 
lower lip to stifle an involuntary cry of protest as she suddenly felt his 
hands riding up the soft warm thighs. Her hands clenched tightly as he 
stroked her smooth flesh experimentally and was startled when he abruptly 
jerked away his hand from her quivering limbs. 

She stood still, breathing gustily in agitation until his commanding voice 
forced her to open her eses again. Reluctantly she did so and uttered a low 
cry. She blushed more vividly than she had ever done in her life before. 

Oh ... pl-p-please," she faltered, staring wide-eyed in horrible 
fascination. 

"Don't tell me you have never seen anything similar before, dear lady. You 
are a married woman?" 

The Mandarin had shed the breech-cloth and was sitting stark naked on the 
divan. His muscular legs were crossed and his thick penis reared up his 
sinewy belly like a finger of inflamed flesh. He grinned at her cruelly, 
enjoying the spectacle of her blushing confusion. 

She started to say something, but the hock of that lewd exposure, the horror 
of the enormous erection stilled her tongue for a moment. Then: "I-I've seen 
a mm- man that w-way before yes...." she whispered hoping to please him. 

"You're being sensible, dear lady, and that makes you much more attractive 
to me. Come get closer to me and let me take down your knickers. 

She uttered an inarticulate exclamation at this fresh outrage but swayed 
passively towards him as if it were all a hideous dream. His hands went 
beneath her frock and tugged her tight fitting black lace briefs from her 
thighs. They lay about her knees and his hand slid along the trembling 
thighs and she moaned in an anguish of shame as she felt him fingering her 
cunt through the thick growth of silky hairs which covered it. She was sick 
with mortification and pleaded with him to stop. Ignoring her pleas, he 
fondled her cunt all over, rubbed his fingers into the moist crevice of her 
hairy crotch and then slid his hands straight forward. The talon-like 
fingers clasped the corpulent lower curves of her buttocks. 

As she groaned in anguish, feeling the sharp pain of the talons sinking into 
her soft flesh, Mrs. Fairfax realized that the decisive moment had been 
reached. She must either capitulate unreservedly and make pretense she was 
enjoying the experience, or she could allow her feminine modesty, her sense 
of delicacy to be asserted by furious resistance to the man's bestial demand 
upon her. She visualized her daughter Tanis stripped naked, her body 
violated with brutal savagery by that hideous member which had so terrified 
and sickened her by its bloated proportions. 

"You have a delightful bottom, Mrs. Fairfax. It is a joy to fondle," he 
murmured while his cruel hands savaged her flesh unmercifully. 

"I'm g-glad it pleases you," she whispered. "Do you wi-wish me to t-t-take 
this dress off for you s-so that you m-may examine me more closely ... like 
you did ... with my breasts?" 

It was not easy for the Mandarin to conceal his surprise at this submission. 
He paused for a moment in his uncertainty. Meanwhile the woman stepped 
forward and twined her slender fingers about his prick. She forced a smile 
to her lips as she pressed down the foreskin, but she was sickened by the 
throbbing heat of the thing. 

"It's lovely," she whispered. "It's huge ... you must be very proud of it 
... and rightly so." 

His shrewd brain had already assessed the situation. He grinned at her, 
realizing her intentions, his teeth vividly white against the black 
moustache: "Your clumsiness amuses me, dear lady ... without offending, 
fortunately." 

"Wh-what d'you mean?" she stammered, her fingers still gripping his penis, 
her white breasts swinging voluptuously before his face as she leaned over 
his upstanding prick. 

"You are hoping to distract me with this surprising but delightful display 
of charm, eh? Vers well. We shall see how accommodating you can be. As you 
can see, my manhood is strongly aroused and is fully prepared to be received 
by a woman's cunt. Take it inside yourself now, or your daughter shall 
receive the privilege." 

Christine almost fainted with fear and dread at this ultimatum. Her 
horrified eyes noted the scarlet glossiness of his bulging glans and the way 
the whole length of the turgid thing pulsated with animal passion. She knew 
it was useless to protest against his accusations. She nodded her head 
dumbly in consent. 

"Come to me then ... but first get rid of that garment. I want to enjoy you 
stark naked, dear lady." 

Scarlet with embarrassment, she obediently released her hold of his prick. 
It needed just a moment for her to step out of her panties. She hurriedly 
freed herself from the dress. White and voluptuous in her gleaming black 
triangle of hairs at her thighs standing out in bold relief against the 
whiteness of her fresh skin, she surrendered in almost frantic desperation. 

He was at the edge of the divan by the time she had stripped herself for 
him,' sitting with his feet close together on the floor. Dumb with shame, 
hot tears glistening in her eyes, she let him pull her forward until her 
warm thighs straddled his. He drew her down watching her scarlet face with 
gloating eyes as he revelled in her misery. This, then, was her submission. 
She shivered all over as she felt the burning hotness of his glans touching 
her slit. 

Despite herself, she felt the involuntary muscular spasm of her cunt lips 
opened like the petals of a fleshy flower in readiness for the monstrous 
penetration. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as she felt him grasping 
her buttocks fiercely, his fingernails biting into her flesh, drawing 
sobbing exclamations from her. He was dragging her buttocks apart as she 
felt the domed mass of his knob prying her cunt lips apart, sliding into the 
narrow orifice, rising higher and pushing deeper into her shuddering flesh. 
She groaned. It was not that it hurt her, she even experienced a fugitive 
delight in feeling herself so dilated and pierced. It was the stark 
degradation of being defeated by the bestial flesh which she loathed so much 
that almost brought her to tears. 

Grunting and panting with pleasure, he was enjoying the tightness of her 
vagina which was drawing in and sucking up the fullness of his stiff member. 
It surprised him, pleasantly, to find a maternal vagina which fitted his 
phallus so snugly, it did not compress the penis so much. His fingers dug 
deeper into the resilient bottom as he sought to get a better purchase. His 
eyes were fixed upon the voluptuously swaying mounds of firm breast. The 
dark red nipples were almost level with his eyes. 

He stiffened himself and pushed the whole of his length into her sheath, and 
heard her low moans of mingled embarrassment and delight. 

"You don't find this unpleasant, dear lady," he murmured as she began to 
rise and fall gently upon him. In answer, she gave a tiny sob. She was 
acutely conscious of the way his thickness filled her vagina and stretched 
it to the full. 

"I-I like it ... yes," she had to admit with a gasp. She felt so guilty. She 
was speaking the truth. "Do ... I ... give ... you ... pleasure?" 

She moved her loins as she pivoted on the upright hardness of him. The 
spasmodic movement of her bottom caused him to groan with ecstasy as his 
penis, deep within her cunt, felt the embrace caused by this action. He 
sweated and squirmed as she rose and fell on him. 

"Ah ... divine creature ... Goddess of pleasure ... oohhh" he panted 
hoarsely as she quickened the steady rhythm on his fleshy spear. His hands 
gripped her shoulders and she grasped his hard muscles fiercely as she 
braced her feet firmly on the floor, moving her body up and down until the 
man's face was twisted and distorted with sexual passion. 

"I shall give you greater delight," she whispered in his ear without 
interrupting the undulations of her body ... Promise me you will respect the 
virginity of my daughter and I will devote myself entirely to your pleasure. 

He was beside himself with lust and sexual joy. "I promise my ... lady.." he 
gasped as each contraction made him only aware of the moment. "The wetness 
... the tightness of your grip ... Yes ... you have....my sworn 
promise....your daughter will be spared...." 

A smile of genuine, unalloyed happiness broke over Christine's face. Her 
supple hips began to rotate causing the huge penis in her vagina to sweep 
over every part of it. The sweat poured down her back, her stiff nipples 
tingled with the thrills of sheer ecstasy which she could not suppress. When 
the final moment arrived and the warm jets of semen flooded into her cunt 
she experienced only a sense of deep relief and accomplishment, rather than 
the nausea and disgust which should have been more appropriate. 

She was too shamed to look at him as she rose from him. The shrinking stalk 
of his penis slipped free of her saturated vagina from which the cream of 
his spunk was dripping. Her legs trembled so violently that she had to seat 
herself beside him on the divan. He immediately slipped his muscular arm 
over her breasts and gently forced her back on the divan. 

"You were most enjoyable, Christine," he said as his eyes glanced over her 
supine loveliness. "We must have you attended to at once. You must not get 
pregnant from your first injection." 

She lay with her arms across her eyes: "You will keep your promise," she 
asked without looking at him. His eyes narrowed cunningly and he nodded his 
head. "It shall be as you wish." 

He leaned across to press a bell. 

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously as she felt the nearness of him. 

"Summoning my personal maids to take care of your body, Christine." 

She bit her lip. "I can do that myself when I return to my cabin," she 
protested weakly. 

"It displeases me that you suggest such a thing." 

The sharpness of his tone warned her against insisting too much. And her 
thoughts wandered to the supremely embarrassing moment when she would have 
her spunk-filled vagina douched by two little girls. Just then, Maie and 
Sweet- Breasted entered the big stateroom. They were unaware till then of 
what had happened and expected that their summons was to help their master 
ravish Mrs. Fairfax. 

They were disappointed to see the voluptuous and nude woman sprawled on the 
divan almost contentedly and as they observed the scarlet furrow of her 
vagina beneath the sperm-matted pubic hairs they knew that it was all over. 

The Mandarin instructed them to devote their attention to her womanly needs 
and to take the utmost care since Mrs. Fairfax had been most charming and 
had allowed him to spend himself completely inside her. 

Christine shuddered at this and instinctively closed her thighs tightly 
trying to shut out from sight and mind the lewdness of the debauchery which 
had gone before. 

Soon the girls began to busy themselves about her with vaginal syringe and 
warm antiseptic water in a huge bowl. Christine relaxed as they attended her 
and the Mandarin, watching, saw the nozzle of the syringe deftly inserted in 
the spermy slit. During this operation his prick began to stiffen again but 
only the watchful slave girls noticed this fleshy resurrection as Christine 
was still laying with her arm across her eyes. 

During all this she endured agonies of embarrassment. There was no other 
sound in the room other than the swishing of water into the bowl as the 
water, syringed into her cunt, cleansed er inside and slithered, 
sperm-laden, into the bowl beneath. But she felt that the Mandarin's eyes 
were on her watching the operation. 

She was slightly comforted by the thought that her sacrifice had saved 
Tanis, and that her daughter would never be molested. Modesty and self 
respect, humiliation and such things were a small price to pay for the 
relief of knowing that a virginal daughter was spared from violation. 

But how soon her tranquil mind was shattered! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Back at the office of the Prefect of Police, and forty-eight hours later, 
Inspector Wicks was summoned to Inspector Murat's office. 

"Ah Robert ... come in ... do come in," he said hastily leading him by the 
arm to a chair. Murat's expression was taut and anxious. He was shocked to 
see how haggard the English inspector looked. He eyed him with empathetic 
understanding. The slow grinding investigation of the past few days had worn 
flesh from his face, and the dark circles under his eyes were discernibly 
evident. 

Without wasting time, Murat stated the purpose of his summons. 

"We were right, my friend; the girl has come out of coma and voluntarily 
given testimony regarding the Yellow Beast, Cha' Sung. 

At the girl's insistence, I was summoned to her bedside early this morning, 
by a call from Dr. Bizet. Being totally unprepared for her testimony we were 
only able to record the last segment of her macabre story on tape. To say 
the least, it is a ghastly, horrendous, almost unbelievable tale. It makes 
me wonder how the girl has been able to keep her sanity, thus far. We now 
know from the girl's own lips that it was Cha'Sung and his cohorts who 
kidnapped her, and that he does have captive and in his nasty clutches ... 
the six Englishwomen, aboard his boat. 

At this very moment our submarine and naval cutter is scouring the waters 
for the Yellow Fiend's vessel. So you see, dear friend, I have not been 
wasting precious time." 

* * * 

The two slave-girls were upset because there had been no need for them to 
attend their master during his association with Mrs. Fairfax. Maie believing 
that she was to be used again for the Mandarin's pleasure approached him, 
out of spite, and seeking to cheat Mrs. Fairfax of this honour put another 
idea into his head. Noticing his enormous penis erect once more, and 
jealously imagining this weapon in the matronly cunt, she bowed before him 
and, at his invitation, spoke: "Master, it might be a pretty game to lay the 
daughter beside her mother so that you may compare their pesonal charms." 

The devilish suggestion fired his imagination. He had no moral scruples. The 
promise to Christine was not binding because it had been given in the heat 
of lustful pleasure, and at a moment when his enjoyment being so complete he 
would have mortgaged his soul. 

"Slip out quietly, my child," he chuckled. "Bring the girl here and let's 
see what happens when they unexpectedly meet." 

While Maie slid from the room, Sweet-Breasted finished the douching and 
dried and powdered Christine's genitals. Bowing to her master and announcing 
that she was finished, she was instructed to remove the paraphanalia. 

Crossing to the divan and eyeing the prostrate woman he asked whether she 
felt better. 

Christine, believing them to be alone in the room, raised herself to speak 
with him but catching sight of the man's swollen, stiff penis she was again 
embarrassed and her "I feel much better, thank you" was not really true. 

She shrank back as he edged closer to her, hands on hips, flaunting the 
arrogant prick, she hastily averted her face to avoid looking longer at that 
enormous blood-charged pillar which she found was having a peculiar and 
uncontrollable effect on her. She could feel her cool cunt lips begin to 
itch and tingle causing her renewed excitement. Horrified by her own 
emotions, she silently vowed that she would not submit again to this urge 
unless it was absolutely unavoidable. 

"Do you want me again?" she heard herself ask in a hushed whisper. 

"Since you have already taken my manhood into your delectable flesh, dear 
lady, there is no need to avert your eyes from my penis. You have your 
answer. Just look at the size and beauty of it and feel proud that your 
charm can rouse such stiffness in me again so quickly." 

She flinched as his knees touched her. Standing immediately in front of her, 
the scarlet skinned phallus was a few inches from her face. "Kiss it, dear 
lady. Open your lips and pay homage to this emblem which is testimony to 
your charms." 

"No. Please, I couldn't," she said quietly. But he thrust out his belly, and 
she moaned. 

"You can ... and you WILL," his voice filled with menace sent a chill 
through her. 

She groped blindly for the large member. Her trembling finger closed around 
the thick, hot barrel and pressed the loose skin right back. With eyes 
closed, stifling the feeling of revulsion, she plunged her open mouth onto 
the knob, the hugeness of which filled her mouth. She choked as she tasted 
the rancid, salty flavour of his prick and shuddered at her own weakness in 
yielding to this loathsome thing. But she sucked strongly at the thing. The 
Mandarin jerked back and forth as he felt the hot wet suction on his member. 
His groping hands reached for her breasts and greedily seized the springy 
fullness of them. While she sucked and licked his enormous penis, he toyed 
lasciviously with her lovely breasts and exulted in the knowledge of her 
reluctantly stirring passion as he felt the nipples swell and stiffen under 
th enticing pressure of his fingers. 

And so, as Christine wildly and furiously sucked and kissed the swollen 
phallus in agonized passion, she had no idea that she was watched by her 
daughter who had just that moment been dragged into the room. 

"MUMMY!.....oh, Mummy!" 

At the sound of her daughter's voice, incredulous, hurt, and filled with 
grief, Mrs. Fairfax wrenched herself violently from the man. During the 
agonized silence it was difficult to tell who was more shocked, embarrassed 
and ashamed: the mother, angry but still flushed with the frenzy of sex, or 
the white-faced child. 

Christine's lips twitched with shame. She tried to say something but her 
daughter's horrified face checked her. It was she who suddenly broke the 
tension. She burst into tears, her shoulders heaved with the force of 
violent sobbing. 

Chrisine's eyes brimmed with tears and she was distraught and miserable. She 
looked at the Mandarin but he stared at her with a blank expression. Th 
woman seemed to crumble. 

"You promised not to touch her," she said harshly. 

"I'm not touching her. Surely you can see that." 

"Then why have you brought her here?" 

He shrugged his shoulders and seated himself on the divan and beckoned to 
Maie who went to him. Christine rose from the divan and, filled with 
emotion, tottered to her daughter hating the hideous situation in which she 
found herself. Putting her arms gently around the weeping girl, her relief 
was untold when she was not repulsed. The gentle little creature clung to 
her and pressed her tear-stained face into the mother's naked shoulder. 

"Mummy. Oh, Mummy. I know that filthy beast made you do it. I know he did 
... you were trying to save me," she wept in anguish. 

There was a look of triumph and malicious satisfaction on Maie's face as she 
sat beside the Mandarin, who was contemplating the couple in the middle of 
the room. 

Tanis was wearing a pencil slim skirt and a blouse. Her legs were bare but 
her feet were neatly shod in fashionable beach shoes. Her clothing 
emphasized the pliant suppleness of her body. As she stood leaning against 
her mother's voluptuous and naked body, he was conscious of the clean 
youthful curves of her bottom. The taut buttocks jutted invitingly. 

"They make a pretty picture," said the Mandarin to Maie, who answered: 
"Especially the girl, master, she is only seventeen and her pretty bottom 
fills that skirt as though she were much older. Shall I bring her here and 
strip her?" Maie's voice betrayed her usual calm. It did not conceal her 
eagerness. 

"No. I shall first kiss those delectable lips," he said striding across the 
floor, his rampant prick swinging and bobbing stiffly. 

"Now dear ladies," he exclaimed as he reached the two sobbing creatures. 
"Lips as pretty as yours should be shared. Permit me the ecstasy of kissing 
your rosy mouth, little Tanis." He made to slide his arm around the young 
waist. The effect was volcanic. 

Tanis whipped round and like a frightened deer her eyes blazed with rage and 
hatred. "Take your hands from me, you yellow swine!" she screamed 
hysterically. The Mandarin's yellow features tautened dangerously as he 
hissed: "I command your mouth, little slave." 

He suddenly caught her shoulders and tore her away from her mother. Tanis 
screamed wildly and threshed her arms in all directions. She tried to free 
herself from this brute. Christine stood there petrified, unable to decide 
on what to do. She still clung pathetically to the belief that the Mandarin 
would not do more than attempt this fundamentally harmless demand for a 
kiss. To assault the man in order to aid her daughter might have terrible 
consequences for them both. 

They were rocking to and fro now as the Mandarin tried to force back her 
head in order to kiss her. Their bodies swayed close together and his hard 
prick pressed firmly against the warm belly. At the feel of it, Tanis 
recoiled and shrieked more frantically. She called to her mother for help. 

Christine had now two thoughts. She leapt forward, in her nakedness her 
breasts swung violently and voluptuously, but before she could reach the 
struggling couple, the two slave-girls overpowered her with ruthless 
efficiency. They twisted her arms behind her back and tied them tightly 
rendering her helpless. They then threw her to the floor where she fell on 
her face. 

Despite his physical superiority, the Mandarin was finding it exceedingly 
difficult to subdue Tanis. When she lost both shoes in the struggle she 
tried to kick him with bare feet. Several times as his hands twisted about 
her arms she sank her teeth into the flesh. She moaned with horror the whole 
time. The crisis was reached when her clenched little fist struck him 
squarely in the eye. The sharp pain caused him to bellow with sudden fury. 
He relaxed his hold for a moment and she seized her chance at once. She was 
free. She stumbled blindly to the door, for a fatal moment forgetting her 
mother, her mind crazed with fear. 

She had only tottered a short distance when she was overtaken by the two 
slave- girls. Bruised and weak with exhaustion, she had no chance against 
the wiry strength of those two. They threw her to the floor and very quickly 
bound her wrists behind her. She was pushed roughly to the stateroom once 
more. 

The Mandarin watched her with a terrific expression on his face. His penis 
was no longer erect, and his right eye was blinking constantly. 

Maie, alone, rushed to the Mandarin and kneeled at his feet with great 
concern, sure that he had been injured by the blow. Attempting to bathe the 
eye, she said: "Master, they should suffer the death of the thousand cuts 
for harming you." 

"There are worse things for that tender little virgin," he rejoined 
venomously. He glared furiously at Tanis who now stood before him held by 
Sweet-Breasted. "Courage is an admirable quality, little slave, but it 
should be used judiciously in the presence of a person of my exalted rank. 
You will pay dearly for the hurt you have inflicted on me." Tanis, her head 
bowed, shuddered but did not make any reply. She was utterly crushed. She 
waited numbed and helpless for the man's retribution. 

Maie had bathed his eye and soothed it greatly. The Mandarin rose to his 
feet, coldly and deliberately. He planted himself in front of her and 
cupping his hand beneath her chin suddenly forced it up. Tanis screamed as 
she looked into the fierce eyes set in a brutal and evil face. 

"Your naked bottom will be whipped raw." he hissed. "Whipped raw . ... do 
you understand! Because you are young, your tender flesh will be incapable 
of sustaining the amount of physical pain and suffering that I should 
inflict on you in atonement for your criminal indignity to me. But you shall 
suffer the greatest degree of torture, and you will suffer as few girls have 
yet suffered at my hands. The whipping will be agony, little slave, but that 
will not be the whole of your penance. For when the leather had torn it's 
way into your flesh, then I shall let you feel the full strength of me 
thrusting my way into the tight passage between your bloodied buttocks. She 
stared at him. The horror of his words had meaning for her and she stood 
with terrified eyes riveted on him. Her mouth was open but no sound came. 

"Shall we strip her for you now, master?" 

"No ... that pleasure I shall have myself ... when she had been fastened 
down in readiness for her penance. Go and prepare the Wheel to receive her." 

Maie disappeared to do her master's bidding, and the Mandarin, leaving Tanis 
in the safe hands of Sweet-Breasted, walked across to where Mrs. Fairfax's 
lovely naked body lay on the floor. Raising her by the armpits, he dragged 
her to her feet. She turned her eyes towards Tanis and saw the girl standing 
in the grasp of the slave-girl. Her slim arms were behind her back and her 
head was sagging in her breast. She was bruised and dishevelled. She began 
to plead with the Mandarin for her daughter. He only gripped Christine 
tighter and hissed; "Your daughter has insulted me and struck me in the 
presence of my slaves. She will pay the penalty for such behaviour and you 
will watch from start to finish. 

"Oh no! You promised to respect her. Why, she is only a child...." shrieked 
the mother. 

He said no more but flung her forward and marched her across the cabin to a 
wall. On this was a cleat. He forced the twisting and sobbing woman against 
it and forcibly buckled her arms, her legs, her neck. She could not move and 
was stretched tautly against the wall in the grip of the leather thongs. 

There was naked fear in her eyes. The Mandarin eyed her with grim 
satisfaction, he gloated voluptuously over the tempestuous movements of her 
full white breasts as they stood out from her nude body and rose and fell 
rapidly with her hurried breathing. Her sleek thighs were taut as she craned 
upwards trying to avoid the crushing pressure of the straps. Her sounds were 
already inarticulate. The Mandarin left her. The helpless woman was to be a 
horrified and helpless witness of her daughter's cruel fate. 

Working with the swift precision of long practice, Maie was preparing the 
equipment for Tanis's ordeal. From a big locker she took an enormous 
contrivance made of polished wood and fashioned in the shape of an "X". 
Beneath the centre join was a long steel rod which fitted a space in the 
floor which Maie had uncovered. At the end of each arm was a thick leather 
buckle. 

Tanis was pushed towards the waiting contraption. Her pliant young body 
shook with terror though her mind was already stunned and numbed by the 
successive shocks she had experienced. Her eyes were empty and stared, 
tearless, as the two slave-girls swung her off her feet, and placed her face 
downwards on the contraption. They spread her arms and legs to fit the shape 
and her belly rested on the centre. Her legs were drawn outwards until their 
smooth, bare shapeliness rested along the two ledges of polished wood, feet 
twisted outwards. The straps were fitted well over her slender ankles and 
buckled tight. After her wrists had been unstrapped, her slim arms were 
treated in a similar fashion. Lacking any support other than the 
semi-rigidity of her outstretched arms, her shoulders and head drooped 
towards the sloor in a slow and delicate curve and this had the effect of 
tautening the muscles in her back and buttocks so that the latter were 
presented in tempting prominence under the thin tight sheath of her skirt. 

The Mandarin eyed his victim with sadistic satisfaction for a moment, the 
vicious hunger showing plainly in his glittering eyes. 

"Fetch my knife," he said to Sweet-Breast who waited submissively at his 
side. He spoke without taking his eyes off Tanis's spread-eagled loveliness. 
A moment later the slave-girl handed him a long-bladed antique ceremonial 
dagger which gleamed coldly as the subdued lighting caught its polished 
smoothness. Ignoring the croaking exclamation of horror which was wrung from 
the mother's sad lips at that instant, he placed himself beside the pinioned 
girl and thrust the blade of the knife deep under the collar of her blouse, 
dragging her drooping head right up by seizing a fistful of her fair, curly 
hair with his free hand. The biceps bulged in his thick forearms as he 
slashed at the girl's thin clothing with his knife. The keen blade hissed as 
it sliced cleanly in a straight line down the curve of her spine. Like moist 
earth fanning out from the sheering blade of a plow her blouse, slip and 
undervest parted so that the hissing knife left in its wake a broadening 
expanse of smooth, silky skin. He hacked at the thicker material at the 
waist of the skirt and when that was slit ran the blade on downwards to the 
very hem. The rounded hummocks of her taut-stretched buttocks were laid bare 
to his hot and lustful eyes as her skirt revealed the firm smooth shafts of 
her naked thighs. 

Breathing harshly the Mandarin hurled the dagger to the floor and proceeded 
to wrench the remnants of her clothing from Tanis's shuddering body, her 
head dropping limply once more between her outstretched arms. At last she 
lay stark naked and he stood towering above her, his hairy body slick with 
sweat, moustachois swaying tusk-like on each side of his grimacing mouth. 
His coarse hand swept down to administer a stinging slap upon the uppermost 
curve of her beautiful buttocks and this seemed to arouse the hapless 
creature from her stuper of terror and exhaustion. 

She shrieked as her sensitive flesh stung under the blow and began to tug 
madly at the straps which secured her wrists. 

'Ahhhh! . ... What are you doing to me! Ahh!! . ... you dirty.... 

Ohhh! . ... you filthy beast . ... Oh! Ohhh!!.." she shrieked and her 
outcries were echoes by hoarse, inarticulate exclamations from the suffering 
mother as she helplessly watched her daughter's torment. The Mandarin 
laughed bellowingly and slapped the saucy young bottom again. Tanis howled 
and moaned, not so much with the fierce sting of the crisp blow but with 
gradually mounting fear. It was as if she were just coming to full 
realization of her perilous situation. 

"She's a beauty alright, my children," the Mandarin exulted gloatingly. 
"Look at that tempting young bottom, as smooth and as white as the petals of 
the crhysanthemum ... and as delicately perfumed no doubt. The scarlet 
kisses from the whip will look exquisite etched upon such a tender 
background." 

"Her front parts also are reasonably worth your attention master," Sweet- 
Breasted murmured, respectfully. Her cunt hair is exactly the same pale gold 
in colour as the hair of her head and her female parts are prettily shaped 
whilst their carnation pink coloring will inspire your noble loins...." 

"The whips first, my children," the Mandarin was in a jovial mood now, 
excited and stimulated by the sight of the young English girl's smooth, 
cool-looking nakedness. 

"Which instruments do you wish us to use upon her, master?" Meia asked. 

Tanis screamed and struggled more violently than ever as she heard the 
conversation. 

"The plaited lashes with the pelleted tips will cut her keenly and draw 
blood without inflicting any serious injury upon her delicate Person. Use 
them!" 

"Very good, my master," the girl bowed and hurried over to a 
tall-glass-fronted case. Hanging on the insides of the two glass doors which 
Maia now opened were thick satin curtains obviously intended to cleaverly 
conceal the contents of the case from casual and unauthorized eyes. The back 
of the case was covered with an enormous variety of whips, quirts, lashes 
and canes, each occupying its own hook. The two whips which Meia selected 
without any hesitation were evil-looking weapons with short stocks made of 
bamboo. The five-foot lash fixed to these handles was, in both cases, made 
from tough bullock-hide which was black with the excellent curatives of age 
and constant use. Two thin strands of the tough hide were woven into a 
single, tapering thing the tip of which was loaded with five small lead 
pellets cleverly encased in the leather of the thong. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Inspector Wicks and Murat entered the hospital room and quietly stood by the 
bedside looking down at the apathetic figure and seemingly weightless form 
that lay under the covers. The vacant sightless eyes in the ghastly pale 
face were focused upward in a death like staring. 

The English Inspector gently lifted the girl's limp, inert hand, and held it 
in his own. In the softest of voices, he addressed himself to the pathetic 
figure. "We, are your friends, and want only to help you, ... please believe 
that." Wicks waited, then went on: "We sincerely desire to give you this 
help, but shall be unable to do so unless you help us." Nothing from the 
girl. Wciks continued even more gently this time: "What is your name, 
child?" He waited. "Jacquelline", she finally said in an almost inaudible 
whisper. 

"Umm ... Jacquelline, what a pretty name it tis", Wicks said chidingly, as 
though cooing to a baby. He held her hand a little more tightly, and ever so 
softly continued his querring: "Now, dear Jacquelline, can you tell me about 
the Yellow Beast's boat?". 

All at once the girl's face clenched in fear, like a scared child's getting 
ready to cry. She began to writhe and moan, rolling her head from side to 
side ... then, in a gasped whisper she emitted the words: "I don't 
remember." 

Immediately, the doctor came forth and said: "Please gentlemen, she is in no 
condition to talk as yet. I beg you to spare her your interrogations, until 
she is stronger, and able to cope. Forcing her to talk at this time would 
only render her catatonically-mute again. It would be an unfortunate setback 
for all concerned. 

Inspectors' Murat and Wicks nodded in agreement, then turned and left the 
hospital room, leaving the compassionate doctor to attend the hysterically 
sobbing girl. 

Whilst his slave-girls were taking up their positions for the flogging, the 
Mandarin then walked across to where Christine Fairfax was still stretched 
erect on tip-toe. Her contorted lips twitched as she struggled to speak when 
he was close to her, her supplicating eyes strove in vain to catch his 
glittering look. His member was majestically stiff once more with the 
stimulus of Tanis's lovely nakedness and the thick stalk of hot gristle 
swung lewdly with his movements. He kicked a small leather pouffe into 
position near Christine's naked feet and sat down, his eyes fixed upon the 
scene before him. Without taking his eyes from the daughter's shuddering 
nakedness, gloating lasciviously on the pretty spectacle of her firm breasts 
hanging pendantly from her sagging torso, he reached up with one hand and 
thrust his fingers deep into the mother's fleshy orifice. She quivered with 
the shock of the crude and ruthless violation but could do nothing to evade 
it as she strove to stay erect on her aching toes. His fingers moved inside 
her like powerful springs, twisting and churning in all directions as he 
stretched the springy softness of her dry vagina. 

"Give her two cuts each," he called to the waiting slave-girls who were 
holding their whips high in readiness to strike. "Attend to her thighs and 
the lower parts of her buttocks Meia. You look after the upper parts of her 
bottom, Sweet- Breasted and also the full length of her back." 

He had no sooner uttered the words than both thongs swept hissingly 
downwards. 

WEEEEEEESSSSSSSHHHHHHH!! .. 

THUCK!!....SWEEESSSHHHH!! 

In perfect harmony the two thongs bit with savage fury into the girl's white 
flesh. Sch screamed insanely as the raw, stinging fire sizzled across her 
shoulders and the lower parts of her out-spread thighs simultaneously. As if 
etched by the point of an invisible stylus two vivid streaks of bright 
scarlet appeared upon her snowy flesh and immediately began to ooze tiny 
streaks of blood. 

WEEEEEEESSSSSSSHHHHHHH!! .. 

THUCK!!!....WEEEEESSSSSSHHHHHHH!!!!!!! "Aiieeeeeeeeeeeehhhhh 

........Arrr-rrr-rrr-rrrrrrhhhh!!" The hellish, scalding pain in her 
lacerated flesh almost drove Tanis insane. It was unbearable in its biting 
sharpness. Most ghastly of all was the horrible tearing sensation she seemed 
to feel in her flesh as the leather-covered pellets at the ends of both 
lashes swept jaggedly along the furrows scored by the thongs and stripped 
particles of skin and flesh away. 

WEEEEEESSSSSSHHHHHH!!.... 

THUCK!!.....WEEEESSSHHHH!! 

THUCK! 

Warming to their task, the two slave-girls swept the whistling lashes 
through the air in a steady rhythm and with every ounce of strength behind 
each cunning cut. The prostrate body shuddered and jerked under the impact 
of the double cuts, trembled like a taut-strung wire as the pelleted tips of 
the whips were dragged free along the oozing crismson streaks made by the 
tough leather. Tanis's state bordered on that of raving lunacy as her 
delicate flesh was scored stingingly, burningly by the pitiless leather. Her 
cries became hoarse and choking, like a madwoman in the grip of fever, she 
babbled and shouted, moaned and shrieked with agony each time the vicious 
lashes whistled down onto her defenceless body and cut their scarlet ribbons 
of evil loveliness across the tender flesh. 

WEEEEEESSSSSSHHHHHH!!.... 

THUCK!!.....WEEESSSSHHM.... 

THUCK!! 

"Have pity upon her ... my poor daughter ... ohh ... for God's sake ... I 
beg of you ... spare her ... Oh! My God she's bleeding! ... She's BLEEDING! 
... You're ... My God ... my daughter ... you're murdering her!" 

Christine Fairfax forced the agonized words from her constricted throat 
under the tremendous stress of her emotions as she saw the vicious lashes 
sweeping, hissing, biting savagely onto her daughter's pliant body. Her 
frenzy reached its pitch of hysterical wildness as soon as she saw the thin 
lines of scarlet which trickled down the girls side from the bleeding weals 
that had been slashed across her shoulders and back. Calmly ignoring the 
demented out-cires, the Mandarin continued to frig the shrieking woman with 
his embedded fingers, his sadistic excitements concentrated wholly upon the 
frightful scene of torment being enacted in the centre of the big 
state-room. 

Reduced to a state of raving idiocy, denied the blissful oblivion of 
unconsciousness for the moment Tanis continued to endure the relentless 
procession of scalding, biting cuts from the twin lashes which were working 
towards each other along the length of her helpless nakedness. Like a 
bizarre and terrible parody of a zebra's stripes, the livid scarlet weals 
multiplied upon her quaking flesh. From the shoulders to the base of her 
spine in one direction and from just above the backs of her knees to the 
under-curves of her pouting young buttocks in the other, the brilliant 
streaks against the milky pallor of her fair skin. Only her bottom remained 
untouched but before the hissing thongs had reached this, her agony reached 
its climax, becoming intolerable, unbearable in its corrosive, blistering 
violence. The white-hot pain seemed to bite through her flesh and gnaw at 
her very bones until she could sustain it no longer. With a last shivered 
shriek of inhuman torment, she fainted. The hellish hymn of brute savagery 
ended as both lashes hissed slicingly over the twin apexes of the girl's 
bottom and slit the last four channels of glistening crimson. Panting for 
breath, their blue trousers and jackets stained darkly with patches of 
sweat, the two slave-girls lowered their fiendish instruments for the last 
time. The Mandarin's eyes blazed with satisfaction as he rose to his feet, 
plucking his fingers roughly out of Christine's aching vagina and ignoring 
the moaning, semi-conscious wretch as he strode over to survey the full 
effects of the floggings. 

"You have done exceptionally well, my children," he exclaimed delightedly as 
his eyes noted every gory detail of the spread-eagled girl's tortures. After 
several minutes of gloating over the awful spectacle, he glanced down at the 
rampant stalk of his prick and smiled. Striding around to the unconscious 
girl's feet, he walked up between the outspread thighs with their fantastic 
garters of sliced skin and blood. The slave-girls dropped their whips to the 
floor and stationed themselves ready, one on each side of the nude, bleeding 
body of the girl at the point where her firm, lacerated thighs angled out 
sharply along the narrow lower arms of the "X". They stared watchfully, ever 
attentive for the slightest sign that their services might be required, as 
the Mandarin slowly flexed the loose skin of his prick right back. The naked 
glans bulged out looking like an obscene and over-sized glace-cherry. 
Grasping his swollen prick with one hand he stretched forth the other to 
press his fingers experimentally into the soft moistness of the girl's 
crotch She lay inert, gave no sign of feeling anything as he felt the 
delicately furled lips of her cunt and stroked them apart for a moment. Then 
his fingers trailed upwards, brushing through the light growth of silky, 
golden hairs which flowered vagrantly in the crevices of the flesh until he 
felt the slight indentation of her anus with its rosy-brown pleats of skin. 
He grunted with satisfaction and pushed closer to her. She was elevated at 
exactly the right height for him and he needed only to lever the rigid shaft 
of his member forward to be able to push it against the puckered little hole 
marked by his fingertip. 

For several moments, grunting and panting, he strove unsuccessfully to lodge 
the tip of his brutal penis inside the dainty young anus. Meia and 
Sweet-Breasted gently and unobtrusively ventured to try and aid him by 
taking one firm buttock each with both hands and then dragging the springy 
globes well away from each other. This maneuver exposed the tempting target 
without in any way stretching it open for him. His previous mood of 
joviality began to desert him as he pushed savagely against the stubbornly 
yielding aperture and failed to stretch it sufficiently for his purpose. 

The slave-girls watched his efforts for some time and their eyes softened 
sympathetically as they sensed his frustration in being denied the pleasures 
he had been anticipating so keenly. Heedless of any pain which they might be 
inflicting upon the helpless girl as they gripped her lacerated and bleeding 
bottom, their fingers splotched already with her warm blood, they strove to 
pry her buttocks even farther apart and succeeded to some extent. But not 
enough! 

"She's-unbelievably-small-here," the Mandarin panted, his anger mounting 
rapidly now. 

"Master, if your humble slave may make such a-suggestion," Meia exclaimed 
suddenly. "Perhaps if you were to wet your honourable flesh with the 
unworthy blood from her thighs it might make the task of entering her much 
easier ... and quicker." 

The Mandarin's angry features relaxed into a wide smile which the dangling 
black moustache rendered positively wolfish. The slave-girl flushed with 
pleasure as her master complimented her on her feminine wisdom and watched 
intently as he rubbed the head of his swollen penis along the quivering 
inside of Tanis's blood-stained thigh. Fresh and warm, the blood coated the 
outside glans like a thick lacquer which he smoothed liberally over the 
smooth dome with the tip of his sinewy finger. 

He turned to his prey once more and the girls watched with baited breath as, 
his eyes alight with excitement, he carefully pressed the blood-coated bulb 
against the muscular aperture which they exposed for him. A hard jab of his 
loins drew a smothered gasp of triumph and pleasure from him whilst the 
slave-girls literally trembled with delight as his glans squeezed easily 
into the tight orifice. Breathing hard, he clamped his hands over the 
outsides of her widespread thighs and stabbed his hairy loins forward again 
with a powerful lunge. Almost half the length of his member slid easily into 
the fleshy sheath. A hoarse cry of animal ecstasy burst from him and he 
thrust at the unconscious girl again. Whilst the slave-girls smiled as 
though they themselves were experiencing it, the Mandarin urged the full 
length of his prick into Tanis' back passage. Without pausing he pulled back 
once more until only the plum-like gland was gripped by the constricting 
ring of the sphincter muscles. Then he rammed forward once more till the 
whole length of his tremendous weapon was engulfed. Back and forward his big 
hard muscles moved as his stiffness pistoned back and forth until a climax 
was reached and the copious flood of his semen flooded into the violently 
dilated passage. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The "Kwan-Yin" slipped quietly through the Straits of Gibralter under cover 
of night and headed out into the Atlantic. Although the furor had died down 
on shore, the top officers of the Surete were working tirelessly to locate 
the missing guests. But they had no clues from the beginning but they were 
certain that they had been kidnapped. As this seemed the most likely reason, 
they cast their dragnet beyond the shores of France. 

* * * 

"My slaves inform me that when they waited on you this morning, dear ladies, 
you BOTH abused my good name. Is that so?" 

"Is that so? How I wish to God I was a man, you fiendish inhuman beast. YOU 
should be flogged for what our daughters have suffered at your hands. 

The speaker was Valerie Balmaine. Her face, even when distorted by loathing 
and fury, had a classical loveliness. Her hair was a deep red and was 
immaculately dressed, despite the ravages of the last few days. 

The Mandarin's eyes flashed a brief message to Sweet-Breasted who was 
standing behind the two English women with her sister. She left the cabin 
noiselessly, unnoticed by Mrs. Fairfax or Mrs. Balmaine. Very coldly the 
Mandarin said: "Very well. At least I have to thank you for being so frank 
with me." 

"Frank with you...!" Valerie exploded, but he carried on as though she had 
not interrupted. 

"You seem to imagine Mrs. Balmaine, that nothing can be more hurtful, more 
shameful, or more humiliating for a pretty girl or a mature woman to be 
whipped on her bare skin and to receive the thrusts of a male member in her 
back passage." 

Christine Fairfax went scarlet, and Valerie could only mutter a 
shocked'ohh!' 

"If this be so, then it would be well for me to punish you by submitting you 
to the same treatment." 

"Yo. ... you!. ... Oh. ... You devil!" gasped Christine knowing that the 
threat was no idle one. But Valerie wasted no time with verbal protests or 
supplications for leniency. She sprang round the edge of the broad desk, her 
eyes filled with hatred and loathing. 

The Mandarin was not quick e-nough, and her hands gripped him about the neck 
in a desperate fury. Maie sprang to her master's aid but Christine, her fear 
of the Mandarin paralyzing her and rooting her to the spot, only covered her 
face and started to weep. The three heaving bodies struggled about the chair 
on which sat the Chinaman. Valerie's hatred bred untold strength, and as 
they continued to roll and heave, the cabin door burst open and in rushed 
two Chinamen. 

They dragged Valerie off the Mandarin, who sat gently massaging his bruised 
neck. Screaming and struggling they pulled her roughly to one side. At this 
moment Sweet-Breasted entered and taking in the scene at a glance ran to her 
sister with clenched fists and whispered something. She then ran to a drawer 
and poured a brandy for the Mandarin and gave it to Maie to serve. She then 
slipped quietly from the room again. Valerie was still fighting and 
screaming held in the grip of the muscular young seamen. Christine, sobbing 
tearfully, watched them straining to check Valerie and she could only wonder 
at the outcome of this suicidal attempt on the Mandarin. 

She was not kept waiting long! 

The Mandarin drew his chair closer to the desk. Maie stood behind him venom 
in her eyes. The ferocious expression on the Mandarin's face, the ugly 
brooding savagery in his eyes presaged considerable unpleasantness for his 
victims. 

"A foolish attempt, dear lady." he said at last, his voice edged with 
menace. "I am not a murderer so you need not fear death as your punishment. 
But. ... you will soon feel that death would have been more pleasant than 
the things you will shortly experience." 

Valerie, still berserk with fury, paid little heed to him, but Christine 
paled at his words. She cringed and shrieked with horror as his eyes fixed 
themselves on her. 

"You are equally quilty, dear lady," he hissed. "You will be flogged without 
mercy on your naked bottom, after which, you will be fucked as your pretty 
daughter was. Don't cry out in modest protestation at my words. You are not 
hearing the word 'fuck' for the first time and you know well it's meaning. 
These two excellent seamen will have the pleasure of flogging you and 
fucking you. They are very healthy and well equipped with masculine 
essentials ... as you will soon find out. So dear ladies, you can look 
forward to the wetting of your buttocks with blood, and your passage with 
the juice from these strong male loins...." 

Christine was beside herself with horror. She flung herself forward, 
wringing her hands in supplication: "Flog us if you want ... but spare us 
the humiliation of this other outrage.... 

I beg of you ... spare us that. Let us submit ourselves the natural way ... 
but spare us this hideous indignity." she screamed. 

"Your cunning does not deceive me. You anticipate that a mere bottom-bucking 
will afford you nothing but pain and discomfort whereas your vagina will 
afford you much pleasure after the pain of flogging. 

Christine collapsed against the desk, her body wracked with sobs. She knew 
that he was mocking her cruelly and that nothing could save her and Valerie 
from the frightful agony which awaited them. 

The Mandarin rose to his feet and ordered Maie to bring Valerie along. She 
was dragged in screaming, in the wake of the Mandarin. Christine allowed 
herself to be led by Maie. She walked as though she were a somnambulist. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Inspector Wicks sat in attentive silence puffing on his pipe, while 
Inspector Murat commenced to enfold the story of Jacqueline. 

"Her full name is Jacquelline Duchard, the missing daughter of an affluent 
silk merchant; Jean Louis Duchard, now deceased. 

She was abducted from the convent school in La Luc three years ago at the 
age of fourteen, where she was left in trust by her father. He was, 
(fortunately), killed in an air-crash enroute to Hong Kong on a business 
trip, two days after the girl had entered the convent school. 

She has no recollection of her mother who died in child-birthing. She was 
raised and cared for by a loyal housekeeper, employed by the father at the 
time of his wife's death, when Jacquelline was just a mere infant. 

She was privately tutored for ten years within the luxurious confines of her 
father's house, up until the time the housekeeper, Miss Helene Auchen-field 
moved by, and through filial duty, left the Duchard household to return to 
her native village in Lucerne, where her father lay dying. It was this 
ironic turn of events that persauded Duchard to entrust his daughter's 
welfare and further education into the hands of the nuns at La Luc. 

On the day of the abduction ... and just before the ritual supper hour, the 
girl took herself off into the far recesses of the convent garden where she 
attempted to consolidate a bouquet of flowers which was intended as a 
surprise birthday- presentation for the Reverend Mother. She informed no one 
of her intentions, as it was a complete spontaneous act on her part. When 
she did not appear at her usual place in the supper hall that night, the 
Reverend Mother immediately informed the police authorities of the unusual 
incident, and the fact that she was nowhere to be found. 

Today, I learned that an investigation was made and supposedly pursued for 
some many months later, by the La Luc Prefecturie. They claim that the 
entire endeavor proved fruitless and unsucessful. 

In my opinion, I would say, the whole investigation was handled most 
deplorably, or as you English would say; 'bungled' he declared, half-smiling 
and shaking his head. 

Not wanting to digress, Murat continued on. "As for the modu-operandi, dear 
Robert, the girl was apparently seized from behind and chloroformed, whilst 
intently engaged in the business of gathering her bouquet. 

Some hours later, upon awakening from the anesthesized induced sleep, 
Jacquelline had found herself lying on a bunk bed within the confines of a 
ship's cabin. The door and porthole were securely locked. She screamed and 
pounded on the door in hysterical fear, but to no avail ... no one came. 

Some time later, she heard the cabin door unlock, admitting two young 
Chinese women. They were beautifully formed, though half naked. Their facial 
beauty could not be ascertained as it was lost in the sinister leering 
expressions they wore. 

They advanced, and forced their bodies against hers onto the bed, where, 
they injected her with a tranquilizing aphrodisiac rendering her limp and 
non- resistive. In her semiconscious stupor Jacquelline heard them say, "She 
is ready ... we can begin." 

Dragging her bodily, they brought her into a Salon de Toilette, where they 
stripped her bare. They lay her on a long table and commenced to exam and 
explore every part. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out of her 
mouth. Again they spoke, and she head them say: "Our illustrious master want 
absolute certification of your virginity, sweet plum, and we must do as we 
are told." 

"To digress again for an instant, dear Wicks, it is important to comprehend 
and envision the cunning machinations of our fiendish Mandarin's mind." 

You see, he craves only those pure undeflowered maidens who are without 
kith, kin, or family, solely on the premise that they are physically weak, 
frightened and friendless, and that these poor mites can be easily 
indoctrinated and trained in accordance with his perverted sense of needs 
and desires. A few whippings, (at the start), a little starvation ... some 
glasses of champagne ... 10 or 15 centimetres of Nebu-Serpin injections, and 
poof ... it is all over ... complete submissiveness from his victim." The 
English Inspector's eyes narrowed as though seeing the vision of chaos for 
himself. 

Inspector Murat relit his cigar and continued on with the story: 

"After Jacquelline had been examined and lewdly molested by the two slave 
girls, she was then bathed, scrubbed, and carefully anointed with myriad 
parfums and oils. 

She pleaded with them to tell her where she was, and what was going to 
happen. They snickered tauntingly, and their only response was, "All in due 
time, you will know, cherie." 

The only garment swathing her body was a gossamery-opaque sari, which 
readily revealed the beautiful naked figure, beneath it. Once more they 
directed words to her: "You are now in readiness to be presented to our 
venerable master, sweet morsel." 

Thusly, they led her down into the deep winding corridors of the boat, into 
a huge and sumptously furnished room. 

Perched on top a satin and silk bedecked divan, sat the semi-naked, 
formidable looking Mandarin. 

"Sacre bleu," hissed Murat, the horrendous happenings, and the beastly' 
transgression that took place in that chamber, dear Wicks, I shall let you 
hear now, for yourself." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The procession entered the big stateroom where Tanis had been ravaged and 
put to shame. Sweet-Breasted was already there. The Mandarin smiled at her 
in satisfaction saying' "You and your sister are invaluable to me, my dear. 
How well you anticipate my needs in every circumstance. You have prepared 
things well." 

The girls smiled at him with great pleasure. At opposite ends of the long 
stateroom she had set up a contraption built of stout timbers. The main part 
was a wooden wall four feet in length, about waist high, which sloped 
backwards. Two plain iron brackets jutted from the wood about three feet 
apart. Above the sloping part was quilted satin from each side of which 
projected a three-foot arm. 

The two seamen, at a word from the Mandarin, began to tear off Valerie's 
clothing. They performed their task with ruthless efficiency despite the 
frenzied contortions of the woman. Maie was told to do the same with 
Christine. Her task was easy as Christine appeared to be stunned and her 
eyes held a vacant expression. 

Valerie, now stark naked, presented an alluring spectacle. The Mandarin's 
cruel eyes appraised her mature feminine beauty. She was almost statuesque 
in the voluptuous proportions. Her haunches looked white and heavy, but 
gloriously firm. They swayed and jerked as she writhed in the grip of the 
two seamen and the long smooth line of her back twisted and arched with a 
sensuous grace. Her breasts were big and firm. There was no sagging to spoil 
the mouth-watering lusciousness of their roundness. They swung and 
shuddered. The nipples were pale against the white surface of the mounds, as 
she struggled like a trapped animal. What most attracted the Mandarin was 
the luxuriant chevron of glinting red curls which filled the soft hollow 
between the thighs and the belly. Like a rare orchid, the thick fluffy 
triangle stood out as though she had only just this minute swept a stiff 
brush through it. The silky hairs shimmered and the "mouth like" slit of her 
feminine furrow was clearly discernible. 

"Exquisite creatures, aren't they?" said the Mandarin. "I had wondered till 
now about the genuineness of her colouring. As you suggest, by the look of 
her colouring the older one is passionate and is able to give and receive 
the keenest enjoyment. We shall now test for accuracy and the warmth of her 
temperament. She wastes such wonderful energy in futile resistance." 

Valerie's resistance was futile. At a word of command both she and Christine 
were led to each of the contraptions. The red-haired woman shrieked and 
struggled as the two brawny men held and strapped her to the two iron 
brackets which projected from the wall. As they dragged her legs wide apart 
to buckle them, the two young men were given glimpses of the captive's 
delicate underparts, the slightly gaping furrow of her cunt, and the 
shadowed groove of her buttocks with the silky fringe of hairs. With her 
legs buckled at the knees, her thighs sloped forwards and inwards at a sharp 
angle so that the buttocks jutted out more than ever. They made her lean 
forwards until her breasts overhung the wall of satin, then dragged her arms 
apart and strapped them tightly to the two clamps which were on each side of 
the quilt. The Mandarin inspected the tied victims and drew insane shrieks 
from Valerie as he swept his hands caressingly over the tautness of her 
satin-smooth buttocks. She shrieked even louder as he pressed at her warm 
bottom with his naked rampant phallus, whilst his hands slipped to the front 
of her body and his fingers probed the moist arch of her outspread thighs. 
He fondled the lips of her cunt and drew the firm soft flesh well apart and 
teased her clitoris with his finger. 

"You swine ... You filthy, dirty swine ... Oh, leave me alone. Take your 
stinking hands away!" she yelled. She could do nothing to protect her 
genitals from his lascivious fondling. Her arms were strapped so tightly 
that she could not even move her shapely shoulders. Her knees tight against 
the wall prevented her from moving her hips. 

The two young seamen stood quietly to one side as they watched their 
employer inspecting the two women. They were eager to start playing the 
roles for which they had been previously briefed. 

"The red-haired one has a beautiful arse, Yuch-lang. Nice and heavy. A GOOD 
FISTFUL for grabbing when you get stuck up the front. But I don't think she 
will be testing us that way today. Can't see her arse-hole yet, but I bet 
she has never had it that way before. She's still a virgin after giving 
birth to four daughters." They both laughed. 

"It's true, Shi-nang, that these women were made for bottom-fucking. They 
have more to dig into than our women. I'm hoping that I will get the dark 
one. Black hair on that white skin gives me the urge to go on poking 
forever." 

At this point the Mandarin came to them smiling broadly. "They are ready for 
you now. Maie will give you the whips. You will thrash them as you feel 
inclined. You have every freedom. I only insist that you inflict on them as 
much pain and indignity as possible. Shed your coverings before you 
commence. There is no need for modesty. The more their delicate 
sensibilities are outraged the better it will please me." 

Sweet-Breasted and Maie giggled and nudged each other with delight as they 
watched the two seamen step out of their dungaree pants and stand erect clad 
only in their rubber-soled sandals. Like young gods, they held their 
muscular, well-proportioned bodies straight so that the excited emblems of 
their manhood stood out in arched fury from their lithe loins. The Mandarin 
smiled, his eyes slitted as he noted the violence of their erections and 
visualized the sturdy pricks burrowing into the arses of the two genteel 
Englishwomen. At a gesture from their master, the two slave-girls came 
forward and each handed the naked young seamen a heavy whip made from 
plaited rope and coated with a glazing of tar. Another gesture from the 
Mandarin sent the two naked seamen to their respective places. 

Valerie Balmaine had exhausted herself by this time. She could only sob 
hoarsely, the length of her bowed white body shuddering with the force of 
her convulsive sobs. Christine was quite silent, only the incessant 
quiverings of her outspread legs telling of the hideous fear which paralyzed 
her. Both women remained blissfully ignorant of the close proximity of her 
nude and muscular torturer, the seamen tensing themselves on the balls of 
their feet as they swung the crude whips back over their shoulders. They 
exchanged quick glances and then, simultaneously, the plaited roping hissed 
like striking gongs through the air to smite the soft white flesh with a 
heavy thud. 

Christine groaned as her nude body quivered under the impact of the blow. 
For the moment she was past screaming in pain and only bit hard on her lower 
lip as the hot pain seared her skin. Valerie was galvanized into a fresh 
outburst of shrieks punctuated with inarticulate words of hatred and abuse, 
as her voluptuous buttocks bounced shiveringly to the crashing impact of the 
rope. 

WOOOSSSHHH! ... THUD!! WOSSSHHHM ... THUD!! 

The brawny young arms rose and fell with a fluid easiness, pounding the 
heavy plaited ropes up and down in a steady remorseless rhythm so that the 
soft white flesh of the two belaboured bottoms swiftly began to glow with a 
deep rose tint. Valerie howled frantically as th hot pain rapidly increased 
in intensity. Like fangs of white-hot flame gnawing at her sensitive skin, 
the burning agony spread rapidly all over the glossy contours of her 
buttocks. She struggled frantically to wrest her trapped arms free of the 
straps which held them immovably in position. Her thighs stiffened tautly 
and the muscles in her shapely white calves stood out in sharp relief under 
the smooth skin as she tried to burst free of the straps holding her knees 
against the brackets. 

WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! ... WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! 

Violently excited by the feel of the soft woman-flesh yielding spring-ily to 
the weight of the plaited ropes, the two seamen struck harder and faster, 
back and forth, shoulder muscles writhing and rippling under the dark skin 
as their naked torsos swayed back and forth from the waist at the delivery 
of each blow. 

Christine Fairfax swallowed the cries of anguish which rose to her lips 
every few seconds. Having been flogged before, though much less severely 
than now, she knew that the most heart-rending shrieks were of no avail. She 
preferred to try and conserve her strength for the hideous ordeal that was 
to come after and which she couldn't bear to think about. 

WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! 

Both white bottoms were now a vivid crimson all over as if blushing under 
the lustful gazes of the two seamen. They quivered and bounced at each 
jarring blow of the ropes and seemed to spread apart so as to expose the 
sweet intimacies hidden away beneath their concave curves. The repeated 
glimpses, intensely stimulating in their teasing brevity, of their victims' 
genitals still further . exacerbated the animal lusts of the two seamen. 

"Our-ladies-expose-themselves-shamelessly-quite-often 

-now. Perhaps-they-desire-titillation-on-more-sensitive-parts," Shih-niang 
called pantingly to his companion. Yuch-lang gleaming back nodding his sleek 
black head, white teeth gleaming. 

"So-have-I-noticed. Here-is-a-lover-to-give-my-beauty-what-she-wants," and 
his muscular arm altered direction as it descended, twisting over so that 
the heavy rope sliced viciously up into the dark and secret arch of 
Christine's vulnerable crotch. The coarse, heavy rope bit savagely into the 
softness of the fleshy recess. The firm lips of the vulva spread squashily 
so that th fibrous roughness of the smiting rope bit agonizingly into the 
sensitive membrane of the interior. Chrisine's self-enforced discipline 
deserted her as her brain reeled under the excruciating fury of bruising 
pain which exploded between her thighs. She screamed with all the breath in 
her lungs, tried to wedge her thighs together to get the swollen vulva 
covered with a protecting, layer of flesh but was unable to do so. 

Savagely aroused by the sight of his companion's method of assault and by 
the effects which it produced, Shih-niang proceeded to emulate the example. 
It was the turn of Valerie to suffer the pitiless shocking slash of the 
plaited rope smacking neatly only the undercarve of her vulva. She shrieked 
and howled in a frenzy of torment, fighting furiously to try and free her 
wrists and protect the tender softness of her crotch. 

The Mandarin's cruel eyes contemplated the scene with gloating pleasure. 
Maie and Sweet-Breasted were standing on each side of him now and they had 
opened the fly of the white drill trousers he was wearing. Whilst Maie 
delicately manipulated the great shaft of his penis with her skillful little 
fingers, her sister was stroking and dandling the pendant weight of his 
balls. Without interrupting her caresses of her master's virility, Maie 
watched Valerie suffer the swinging blow of the rope on her vulva with a 
look of spiteful and vengeful delight. If she'd been allowed to have her 
way, Maie would have seen to it that the red-haired Englishwoman received 
every blow of the plaited rope between her shapely thighs and her genitals 
would have been reduced to a bleeding pulp. 

WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! WOOOSSSHHH!! ... THUD!! 

Plied with relentless rhythm and precision, the pounding whips slammed onto 
the feminine bottoms until their selfish fear of flogging the wretched women 
into insensibility before they had been bottom fucked caused the sweating 
flagellators to desist. 

"Though I should be happy enough to strip the skin from my beauty's backside 
with this playful little rope, I want her to stay fully conscious in order 
that she may feel my tool going into her pretty little bottom-hole," 
Yuch-lang panted as he lowered his whip rather regretfully. 

His companion nodded agreement and they stood still for a few moments, 
regaining their breath and allowing their weeping, outraged victims time in 
which to add to their mental torment by the harrowing suspense of waiting 
for the bestial assault which they must surely guess this halt in their 
torturing to presage. 

Dropping their whips to the floor they finally closed in upon their 
defenseless victims, their bone-hard members primed ready for action with 
the loose skin fleeced right back from the scarlet knob-like heads by the 
violent, natural distension of the brutal looking columns. Pressing the 
stinging, glowing cheeks of Christine's buttocks apart with callous hands, 
Shih-niang pushed the tip of his member against the wrinkled little bud of 
her anus. Yuch-lang's swollen glans pressed urgently upon the pleated, 
rosy-brown aperture which he had laid naked between Valerie's voluptuous 
bottom-cheeks. Both women screamed and cried out in unison as they felt the 
hideous contact which heralded the commencement of their degrading 
violation. The muscles of their thighs, haunches, back and shoulders 
strained in convulsive spasms as they struggled impotently against their 
straps. 

NO! ... AAAHHHHH!! ... OH! ... DON'T!! ... NO!!!...." 

Valerie screamed dementedly. For the moment, as with her sister, the 
gnawing, throbbing agony in her lacerated crotch was almost forgotten. She 
was conscious only of the hot animal smoothness prodding lewdly at the 
entrance of her back- passage and the sensation was one which brought her to 
the verge of fainting with shame, embarrassment and furious, though impotent 
rage. 

Christine's outcries, in contrast with the volume of her sister's, were no 
more than whimpering moans of shamefaced protest as she felt herself being 
violated in a manner which was wholly new to her. 

"Indeed, this beauty of mine behaves like an ignorant virgin on her wedding- 
night," Yuch-lang chuckled as he pushed harder against Valerie's slowly 
yielding aperture. Her head tossed wildly so that the flaming mane of her 
red hair sprayed in loose waves over and around her shapely bare shoulders 
whilst her piercing cries and anguished protests increased. Her ravisher was 
digging violently at her now, spreading her buttocks well apart so that he 
cold see the way in which his bloated glans flattened the small anal orifice 
so that the wrinkles around its softness smoothed away. 

"My God! OH! OHHHH!!!! ... Whip me! ... thrash me to death, but not this ... 
ARRRHHH!!!" Valerie screamed as she felt the muscular ring of her anus 
dilating under the fierce pressure that was being exerted upon it. Stabbing 
pain flashed through her as she was stretched wider and wider with the 
gradual penetration of the swollen knob. Both of them howled in the berserk 
anguish of their mingled agony and shame, struggling piteously to writhe 
their tormented bottoms out of range of their ravishers relentless 
stiffnesses. For them both, there was the additional torture of their 
smarting bottoms being gripped with merciless strength, coarse-fleshed 
fingers rasping upon the glowing rosy skin which stung as venomously as if 
it had been pricked by countless millions of thorns. 

Little by little, only a fraction of an inch at a time, the women were 
impaled upon the rigid members. Soon they could both feel the tickling 
caress of their ravishers' pubic bristles against their smarting flesh 
whilst the distended rings of the sphincter muscles formed a fiercely 
gripping ring around the root of each prick. Grunting with satisfaction, the 
young seamen urged themselves still closer to the moaning, squirming women, 
then transferred their grip to the supple hips as they began to lunge their 
sweating loins backwards and forwards in the lewd motions of copulation. 
Because their furious lusts had been sustaind at the highest pitch of 
excitement of some time, both ravishers needed only a few savage thrusts to 
bring on the climax. They made no effort to protract their pleasure, and 
were content to spend themselves copiously then and there, content in the 
certain knowledge that they were free to indulge themselves again whenever 
the fancy took them. 

The women howled and shrieked, their suffering bodies shivering 
convulsively, as they felt their bowels being inundated by powerful gushes 
of hot semen. The tight, encircling grip of the anal muscles tended to 
squeeze the throbbing members in such a way that the spunk shot out in 
swift, short spurts of high velocity so that the fertile juices seemed to be 
jetting deep into the tight passages. When their ordeal was over and their 
smarting back-passages were at last empty of everything but the hot 
stickiness of male sperm, both hapless women were overcome with shame, 
disgust and humiliation and wept heart-brokenly. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Inspector Murat placed the recorder on top of his desk and clicked the "on" 
button. Jacqueline's voice came out: "I stood before the Yellow Beast with 
all the courage I could muster up within me." 

His hot leering grin was beyond worldly description, and his heavily mottled 
face was like crumpled parchment, scored with deep savage lines. The eyes 
were as black as antimony. One could not look into those eyes without being 
alerted to the danger that lie behind them. Hair ran from his throat over 
his powerful chest, down to his loins. Hair on his back, on his arms ... to 
his finger tips. The sight of him was repugnant and unbearable. 

He clapped his hands and instantaneously I was stripped bare. The beast sat 
motionless for several seconds, relishing with his lustful eyes my virginal 
nakedness. I endeavored to cover my face with my hands ... sobbing 
unceasingly out of shame and despair. My mortification increased a 
thousand-fold when I realized that the two girls stood by in silent 
approval, devoid of all compassion and concern ... enjoying my torment. 

Another clapping command, and I was dragged to the divan and ordered to lay 
down on my back. 

As I lay there in frozen horror, he gestured for the girls to leave. They 
did so most petulantly and disconsolately. 

My panic soared as I realized I was now alone with him, and I screamed: "Oh 
God, dear God, spare me this hell." 

The fiend was unmoved by my pleas, and continued leering down at my 
nakedness. 

He then commenced to remove his gold brocaded loin cloth, that covered his 
genitals, and in a menacing hoarse whisper said: "Relax, sweet plum, I wish 
only to unite my illustrious self with your succulent parts, and in doing 
so, will choose those ecstatic acts which pleasure me the most. Like a 
delightful melody one wishes to hear continuously, so shall we concentrate 
on each and every ecstatic note in order to replay them over, and over ... 
and over again. 

I screamed until my lungs were at the bursting point and ran from the bed. 

His horrendous naked body lumbered slowly across the room to where I stooped 
cringing and sobbing in a corner. He seized me by the hair with his powerful 
long arm dragging me across the room, then hurled me back onto the bed. 

He removed something from a drawer, and within a second my mouth was taped 
shut by an adhesive strip. He stood there cackling and roaring with 
laughter: "Now, my sweet morsel, I command your undivided attention whilst I 
explain to you the delights of the flesh." 

Very methodically he began to explain and illustrate how the penis worked, 
and what was most desirable to a man. He showed me the foreskin and the head 
of his penis, and then with just the finger and thumb of his hand, he showed 
me how to move the skin back and forth in order for a man to derive great 
excitation and stimuli. 

He went on to explain about the clitoris, and how it was the focal point of 
excitation within the vagina...."the delectable bud," he said, "which 
blossoms to ecstatic bursting if nurtured and manipulated properly-" 

He reached over and stroked my public hair and the area surrounding it. At 
his touch, I writhed and flailed my body in maddening agony, begging him 
with my eyes to desist. Once more his fiendish laughter filled the room, and 
he reached into the drawer and extracted a hypodermic syringe. 

I prayed fervently that I could die, or at least faint, but also that did 
not happen. 

He straddled my body like a mule, and all at once I felt the needle's homing 
thrust penetrate deep into my arm. Moments later a peculiar feeling took 
hold of me, as though I were floating off into space ... like a cloudy 
emanation of the actual me. 

I barely heard his hissing utterances: "Ah so, sweet morsel, me-thinks 
you've had enough verbal instruction for the now. Albeit, it is time for 
teacher and pupil to put into action that which I so zealously taught you." 

I heard the terrifying words spoken, but could no longer react to them one 
way or the other. I was devoid of all emotion as I lay there conscious, but 
inert. I was floating aimlessly around in some netherworld ... in a state of 
sweet euphoria, unbeknownst to me. All fear had been repressed from my mind 
which rendered my body limp and malleable. 

At this point, Jacqueline's voice became hushed and strained, and the words 
that followed were barely audible to the listener: 

"You see, M'sieur Inspector, I was no Joan de Arc. I did not have the kind 
of spartan-grit that makes martyrs and saints out of women. I wanted to 
live, no matter what the cost. Oh yes, I learned well the meaning of 
survival and though I was filled with hate and revulsion over the existence 
I had been thrust into, I developed an armor of apathy-an 
acceptance-attitude born out of the uncompromising hell I was caught up in. 

The Mandarin produced his rod in all of its rigid glory, and I felt it 
pleading for entrance between my tightly knitted thighs. 

I half rose to free myself from his powerful grasp, but to no avail. My 
feeble efforts were thwarted and futile. 

He threw me down again with brute force, spreading wide my cunt lips with 
his deft fingers, and then proceeded to inject his huge, rigid member into 
my cloistered vagina. With a hard-homing thrust he had severed the membrane. 
It was as though all the demons of hell were let loose to ravage my insides. 

I was overcome with agonizing pain as his shaft plunged deeper into my 
vagina ... up to its roots. I trembled and sobbed, and finally cried out in 
abject pain, and horror, pleading him to stop. He thrusted, and pushed, and 
gyrated till fur met fur. Unceasingly, his foraging continued and I began to 
experience a delicious, earthshaking sense, of pain and pleasure. It swept 
over me and encompassed every nerve in my body. 

He continued to drill unrelentlessly, and as I lay there writhing, and 
questing for something more unknown to me, I felt the slushing of his hot 
spear's moisture, and the fire which began to rage within my brain, burn 
brightly. 

I found his rhythm, and began to raise and lower my loins in convulsive 
undulations and gyrations, to match his. Unaware of doing so; I found I had 
entwined my legs around his neck which enhanced his passions, and increased 
his maddening pace a thousand-fold. The sighs of his pleasure were 
surprisingly echoed by my own. 

He darted his hot tongue into my mouth and I found myself sucking his lips 
voraciously. 

Once more, his all knowing rod reached the haven it sought. I sensed his 
enjoyment over the perfected tightness of my cloistered cunt, and his shaft 
grew bolder and stiffer. As he countenanced my growing pleasure, he suddenly 
withdrew his stallion's prick from my plumb-hole, and set back on top of me 
grinning lewdly, and roaring with laughter. 

I began to cry hysterically, to kick, and to writhe in shameful need. His 
shaft was now in a state of montrous erection, and he begun to prod and slap 
it between my thighs. He cackled in delight. 

I could barely take my eyes from that powerful yellow-pink prick head, which 
was twitching and jerking like an asp-snake. 

I longed to hold it, to touch it, to plunge it's full length back into me, 
and feel its powerful flesh grind away at my insides. 

His strong arms raised my body up until my breasts were in line with his 
mouth. He commenced to take the whole of one aureole and nipple into his 
mouth, sucking and biting on it, in profuse pleasure. The consuming fires of 
passion seared through my loins, and involuntarily I sought with my fingers 
the throbbing clitoris within me, and thus began to masturbate myself. 

He pulled my hand away when he observed that I was reaching the point of 
self- induced orgasm. "Ah, no, my sweet," he said, "not now. ... not now, 
all in due time shall your sweet cunt-hole know the effusing ecstasy of 
orgams." He lunged me back again, and I lay moaning and twisting my 
frustrated-wracked body. 

The gnawing hunger grew steadily within me, and he sensed this. I was 
completely in his power now, anything he would ask; I would do. 

Again I felt his rampaging shaft go up, and into me, and I cried out in the 
delicious pain and pleasure it brought. 

He rode me even more strongly than before, and I undulated slowly and 
needingly, like a statue slowly thawing into flesh. 

His long, thick member suited my deeplying uterus and elongated vagina more 
than satisfactorly, thus filling the expanse of my cunt with its whole 
extension. 

Once more, the maddening pace of his undulating gyrations began, and I found 
myself squirming frantically in delight on the pivotal point of his grinding 
potard. I lay gasping for breath, overcome by the throbbing pulsations going 
on within me. My womb juices were begging for release, and my maiden's cunt 
which was an inferno of hot burning flesh, began to experience the 
"never-before- known" ecstasy of pre-orgasm. 

All at once, the creamy viands of my cunt-hole began to trickle and 
co-mingle with the hot seminal lave that came gushing out of his volcanic 
member. He was panting and salivating, and the spittle ran down from his 
mouth onto my breast. I felt the oncoming riotous crises of his pleasure 
begin to take hold, and his thick milk, spill copiously into my cunt's 
cavern. 

I lay there, with the stallion's thick drippings running down my loins while 
he continued to grind away inside me in staccato-like thrusts, and jerking 
spasms. 

Then suddenly from my raw and tender orifice came my own convulsive spasms 
along with the hot juices of orgasm, which I rode through till the very end, 
shreiking out in delight. 

The delicious spendings, and the pungent odor of fulfillment, permeated the 
entire room. I lay back limp and exhausted. 

He raised his huge bulk from the divan, and stood grinning down at me-all 
knowing, while rubbing and kneading the massive muscles of his chest. 

My face flushed a fiery red, and I turned my head away from his sinister 
leering gaze. His explosive laughter, filled every corner of the room. "Ah, 
sweet plucked plum ... you are now a sweet fucked plum ... I dare say, you 
will turn out to be my prize pupil, yet. There are more goodies to come, 
sweet morsel....much more, all in due time. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Far from being appeased by this indulgence of their animal passions, the two 
seamen were seized by a renewal of their passion. Once more the plaited 
ropes swung stingingly through the air and thudded onto the desecrated 
buttocks so that the anguished victims almost fainting by this time, were 
subjected to a new assualt of naked viciousness. 

The Mandarin and the slave-girls had witnessed the bottom-fucking of the 
Englishwomen without so much as a twinge of compassion. On the contrary the 
whole scene had inflamed his senses, and those of the two girls also, to the 
pitch of madness. As her cool fingers stroked the man's penis, Maie could 
feel the massive shaft rising to the last millimetre of length and the 
crimson mount deepened in color as the hot blood rose to it. Both girls were 
hot and itching between their thighs, their rosy, hairless slits slippery 
with the moisture of their excitement. Maie shivered as she felt the strong, 
spasmodic throbbings of her master's huge root. 

"My master need a girl," she murmured huskily. 

At that moment he was staring at Valerie Balmaine's violate beauty, the 
buxom white cheeks seeming to expand under the blows of Yuch-lang's whip so 
that the genital groove could be seen as a red, glistening gash fringed with 
silky red hairs. 

"A girl, my child?" he echoed at last, breathing heavily in his lascivious 
wildness. "Indeed, there yet remain three sweet fruits which I have not 
tasted as man tastes woman and two of them are not present at this moment." 

"They could be, my master," Sweet-Breasted murmured respectfully, as she 
looked up from the heavy, hairy sac of his testicles which her cool slim 
fingers were fondling daintily. 

"Perhaps Tanis and Corise, Master?" Maie suggested, obsequiously. "Or the 
youngest Arlene?" 

"Tanis?" The Mandarin was thoughtful for a moment. "I have had the 
maidenhead of her sweet little bottom but not that of her vagina. Her 
fairness of hair and skin excites me inordinately. Yes, bring her to me at 
once. Also, to even things in the matter of relationship between those 
present for my pleasure, you can bring up Miss Darlene. Having had the 
maidenhead between her delicate little thighs, it is but carrying 
proceedings to their logical conclusion to have enjoyment of her rearward 
parts. Besides that, it will be most interesting and highly amusing to 
contemplate the respective reactions of both mothers to the sight of a young 
daughter seeing them in their present situation, and vice versa, of course. 
Now, bring them to me at once, my children." 

He waited impatiently whilst his slave-girls were absent of their errand. 
Seized by a vicious and perverted impulse to shock and outrage the two 
girls, with the sudden exposure of his swollen penis at a particularly 
appropriate moment, he carefully rebuttoned his flies and the stood eyeing 
the scene before him as the two young seamen continued to ply their whips 
with unabated savagery whilst the howls and screams of the exhausted, 
hysterical women filled the big state-room with a hideous cacophony of 
piercing sound. 

Tanis Fairfax was far from being he gay lively young creature of a few days 
previous, Darlene was wan and hollow-eyed yet still lovely in a haunting 
way, when the two of them were ushered into the stateroom a few minutes 
later. Upon catching sight of their respective mothers bound to the whipping 
walls with two naked seamen flogging lustily away at their crimson bottoms, 
the girls let out shrieks of horror, frantic at the sight of the maternal 
sufferings. Both girls struggled vainly to break away from their slave-girl 
captors and hurl themselves onto the naked flagellators. Weeping and 
pleading, the girls were hustled over to where the Mandarin was awaiting 
them. 

Upon hearing the sounds of their daughters' voices, both Christine and 
Valerie struggled weakly to raise their heads in stunned horror only to let 
them slimp forward again in the awful anguish of despair as they realized 
their utter helplessness to shield themselves or their daughters from all 
the various, terrible aspects of this meeting. 

No sooner were Tanis and Darlene standing before the Mandarin than they sank 
to their knees, ingnoring the efforts of the two slave-girls to make then 
stand upright. Clutching at his legs with supplicating hands the tears 
streaming down their upturned faces, they began to plead with him to release 
their mothers. He listened to them with perfect calm, not even bothering to 
brush away the importunate hands which pulled frantically at his clothing 
whilst they were pouring forth their semi-hysterical supplications. 

"I might possibly feel disposed to grant your wishes dear girls. The 
discomfort and the embarrassment which your respective mothers are having to 
endure at this moment; can be terminated the instant you both feel prepared 
to promise to fulfill such demands as I may choose to make upon you," he 
said, smiling blandly. 

"Anything! Ask anything of us!" they screamed, in unison, their ears ringing 
with the piercing screams of pain and the heavy thudding of the plaited 
ropes slamming against the soft flesh. They grovelled more frantically than 
ever. 

"My demands are modest, my dear girls. I ask only that each of you promptly 
surrenders to me, ready and willingly, the exquisite enjoyment of your 
maidenhood." 

Tanis moaned and buried her face in her hands for a moment whilst Darlene 
nodded her shapely head in dumb assent. 

"I-I-I don't understand, M-master," he latter exclaimed tremulously, 
blushing scarlet. "I thought you had al-already done w-what you wanted 
tome?" 

"That is quite true, dear girl, of your ... shall we call it your . ... 
vaginal virginity? You still retain the tender flower of your little 
bottom-hole and it is that which I desire to take from you when you are 
willing to submit." 

Blushing furiously and with her eyes downcast, the trembling girl didn't 
hesitate. 

"I-I understand, m-master," she whispered. "I-I-I'm wi-willing to le-let you 
do what you like to m-me," her voice quivered with passion as she added, "if 
only you will spare Mummy from those terrible brutes." 

He nodded, his evil eses already stripping the clothes from her skin. "Very 
well. You please me by being very sensible about it." He paused to look down 
at Tanis, crouching at his feet with her face buried in her trembling hands. 

"And you, dear Tanis?" 

At this moment, Shih-niang chose to send another vicious cut of his whip 
slicing up into the stinging softness of Christine's underparts. She 
shrieked like a soul in torment, babbling hoarse pleas in her agony: 

"Oh ... Arrrhhh! ... Oh, God. No more ... please! ... Please! ... 
Arrr-rr-rrhh! ... Have pity on me!" 

The sound of her mother's tortured cries caused Tanis to wrench her hands 
away violently from an ashen, tear-streaked face. She jerked erect on her 
knees and her clawing hands scrabbled madly at the Mandarin's clothing. 

"Do what you like with me! Anything! Anything! I'm your slave ... your slave 
... anything ... but for God's sake, stop them ... stop them." 

Triumph mingled with lascivious excitement showed upon the brutal yellow 
face with its burningly dark eyes. 

"Shih-liang ... Yuch-lang ... rest awhile until I have tested the sincerity 
of these two little slaves." 

He caught hold of the two girls by the arm and as the naked, sweating seamen 
let their whips fall to their sides, Tanis and Darlene walked in numbed 
submissiveness towards the broad expanse of the divan. Maie and her sister 
followed the three, their dark eyes alert for the slightest sign of violence 
from Tanis or Darlene. 

On reaching the divan the Mandarin seated himself on its foot and lay 
backwards, burrowing his heavy body comfortably into a supporting nest of 
silk cushions. Slyly lecherous, his eyes fixed upon the faces of the two 
trembling girls waiting in dumb submission as his fingers loosened the 
buttons of his fly. Like a thick monstrous branch of smoothed ivory, round 
and strongly curved ... the swollen bulb of the glans a hot red which 
contrasted excitingly with the paleness of the tall shaft, his prick jutted 
up rigidly from the gaping opening in his trousers. Tanis bit hard on her 
lower lip and went crimson at the stark revelation of his maleness whilst 
Darlene, remembering the feel of the brutal thing moving in her virginal 
sheath, went very pale indeed and her knees shook. They knew better than to 
look away from the stiff phallus, womanly intuition telling them that it 
excited him to shock them with such a lewd exposure, and that to frustrate 
him in his enjoyment would be to invite further pain for themselves and 
their helpless mothers. The Mandarin was playing with his member now as his 
gloating eyes fixed themselves upon the fair-haired Tanis. 

"Well, my pretty slave? You seem strangely dilatory for a girl, even a 
virgin, who is ready and willing to spike her maidenly flower upon this 
proud emblem!" 

Tanis took a staggering step forward whilst Darlene edged to one side to 
allow her cousin to approach the altar upon which her virginity was about to 
be sacrificed. 

"Wait! How can you expect to be deflowered and to give our noble master his 
pleasure whilst wearing your clothes?" Meia cried sneeringly. 

She grabbed hold of the quivering girl roughly and pulled her back. 

"It seems that I must play the ladymaid and help you to prepare yourself, 
Miss anis!" Her slim hands began plucking at the buttons of the girl's 
frock. The dainty little garment was hauled off and was swiftly followed by 
the white nylon underslip, bra, and panties, leaving the girl nude but for 
high-heeled shoes, which she slowly removed herself. 

"Wh-wh-what a-am I-I to d-do?" she whispered falteringly to Meia and 
glancing in helpless bewilderment towards the divan where the Mandarin 
reclined. 

"Do? What are you supposed to DO?" Meia echoed impatiently. Her eyes dropped 
for a moment and she saw that the shivering girl was instinctively covering 
her genitals with both hands. With an exclamation of rage she grabbed hold 
of Tanis' wrists and dragged the offending hands away. 

"You're supposed to let our lord and master see every part of your unworthy 
body, Missee, and that, the first thing. Secondly, you get up onto the divan 
there and squat astride our master's honourable person as if you were doing 
your functions. He will then be able to supervise the insertion of his noble 
flesh into your unworthy opening. Be sure you keep your legs wide apart so 
that honourable master can see everything." 

Whilst Darlene modestly lowered her eyes for her cousin's sake, Tanis 
climbed up onto the divan and teetered perilously for a moment as she 
straddled herself across the Mandarin's supine body. Then she sank slowly 
downwards, trembling with mingled shame and apprehension as her coral-pink 
slit with its delicate feathering of light golden hairs descended towards 
the shiny red helmet of the male glans. The Mandarin was holding his member 
straight upwards staring with smoulderingly lustful eyes as he saw the 
girl's tender vulva sinking down towards his bonehard member. Tanis caught a 
sharp breath and quivered as if she were sitting down into a bath which was 
too hot. The smooth heat of the glans had lightly touched her slit and then 
the curving furrow of her vulva without loading into place. Meia had 
stationed herself beside the bed and noticed the young girl's awkwardness at 
once. She uttered an exclamation of impatience. 

"Must I be mother, midwife and nurse to you, Missy? Here...!" The girl 
spread wide the firm, smooth lips with two fingers, then ordered Tanis to 
lift herself a little. Without her fingers touching the sacred flesh of her 
master's penis the little slave-girl succeeded in guieing his stiffness 
neatly into place, fitting the bulbous glans delicately into the shallow cup 
of soft, coral-pink flesh zetween Tanis' dilated cunt-lips. 

The Mandarin had been content to let his slave-girl assist in the operation, 
primarily because it afforded him a keen and perverted ecstasy to watch the 
fingers of one girl manipulating the genitals of another. Now, as Meia 
finally stood erect and stood back to watch the voluptuous scene on the 
divan, the Mandarin placed both hands on Tanis' smooth bare hips and held 
her lightly as she strove with delicious awkwardness and uncertainty to give 
him pleasure. She lowered herself slowly and carefully, biting her lip and 
quivering slightly as she felt the roundness of his glans stretching her 
vaginal entrance. The outer lips closed suckingly around the big knob, 
trapping it in a ring of flesh. Already the man could feel the resisting 
barrier of the hymen and the voluptuous throbbings which coursed through his 
rearing member were transmitting themselves to the poutingly stretched cunt 
lips. As his lubricious excitement became keener and harder to control, his 
hands slipped around from her hips onto the taut- fleshed cheeks of her 
little bottom. One searching finger groped slyly into the furrow of her 
bottom and slid questingly downwards. A second later Tanis jerked as if 
she'd been stung and uttered a shivering cry of protest as his finger rubbed 
at the puckered aperture of the little anus which he had blocked so 
successfully only a few days before. 

"Ohh! Please, m-master, I-I'm still very sore th-th-there," Tanis whimpered. 
She jerked her loins, biting her lips in mingled pain and shame. Her 
embarrassment was brought to life by the fact that she was suddenly aware of 
the way in which the Mandarin was scrutinising every intimate detail of the 
expanded loveliness which lay between her straddling thighs. She glanced 
down swiftly and went crimson. Never had she felt so naked and vulnerable 
and exposed! The frothy tangle of her pubic thatch wasn't able to conceal 
the intimate conjunction of flesh where the head of his thick phallus merged 
with the roundly stretched lips of her cunt. Blushing to the roots of her 
hair, she shut her eyes tight and an irresistible desire to get the 
embarrassing ordeal of this over caused her to relax her tensed thighs. She 
let herself sink slowly down when she suddenly cried out hoarsely in pain, 
her pretty face contorted as the unbending stiffness of him burst through 
the membrane. Stretched until she ached painfully, feeling the enourmous, 
bonehard mass of him sheathed in her to the hilt, she could barely hold 
herself upright as he began to rock her in a frenzy of unbridled passion. 
She sobbed and gritted her teeth as he heaved her up and down, the brutal 
thickness of him frictioning violently inside her moist sheath in a way that 
made it feel as if he were rubbing her raw with every plunging stroke. The 
warm flooding of his sperm filling her brought her a moment of blissful 
relief and she almost cried aloud in the gratitude of being spared another 
second of the gripping agony. 

A gesture from the Mandarin told Meia that her master had finished with the 
young girl and she stepped forward to seize Tanis beneath the arms and lift 
her bodily from the prostrate form on the divan. Tanis moaned with the 
sudden retraction of her torn flesh as she was dragged off the empaling 
spike of the thick penis. Without needing to look she knew that her genitals 
and those of the Mandarin as well, were coated with a sticky lacquering of 
mingled blood and semen. When Meia dropped her like a sack of coals onto the 
rugs at the foot of the divan, Tanis closed her eyes and lay in a crumpled 
heap on her side. 

Obedient to the Mandarin's orders, the two seamen had let their whips remain 
on the floor whilst Tanis was deflowering herself and thus keeping faith 
with the promise she had given the Mandarin. But although the exhausted and 
pain-racked women strapped over the "whipping walls" had remained inviolate 
so far as the plaited ropes were concerned, they had to endure another and 
more natural form of violation. With their animal lusts already at heat with 
the ecstasy of flogging the soft white feminine flesh, Shih-niang and 
Yuch-lang couldn't restrain their savage desires when they saw the naked 
Tanis empaling herself upon the rigid column of the Mandarin's penis. They 
watched the distended crotch lower itself over the big pinnacle of turgid 
flesh, witnessed the manner in which the fair-haired cleft spitted itself 
onto the scarlet helmet of the glans, they could restrain themselves no 
longer. Each turned to press against the glowing, pain-racked bottom of his 
victim and the flexible spears of their stiff members thrust strongly up the 
vulnerable crotches. This time they sought and found the natural passage and 
Christine and Valerie groaned shudderingly together as they felt their 
aching vaginas being ruthlessly opened to receive the plunging thrusts. The 
masculine bellies, hard and sinewy, pushed heavily against the soft buttocks 
which smarted violently and this caused both women to scream in agony. They 
were almost too weak for anything. Brief and brutal, the two seamen 
thrusting with ruthless strength and ferocity into the clasping sheaths of 
warm flesh, the embraces reached their climax in a couple of minutes and the 
hapless women felt themselves being flooded with the loathsome sap of their 
torturers loins. 

At the moment when Meia was dumping Tanis roughly to the floor after lifting 
the girl off her master's phallus, Shih-niang and Yuch-lang were just 
stepping back, their broad chests heaving and sweat-lathered, from the 
groaning, humiliated creatures into whom they had emptied themselves. 

Conscious of the Mandarin's gaze fixed upon them, the two seamen turned to 
meet the cold and dispassionate stare. 

"You may dress and leave, both of you," the Mandarin said. Disappointed by 
this but careful to hide the fact, the two flagellators slipped into their 
dungarees and after bowing low turned and left the stateroom. 

The Mandarin sighed contentedly and settled himself deeper into the nest of 
cushions against which he was propped. For a moment his eyes studied the 
scene before him ... Darlene standing with her head bent in an attitude of 
total submissiveness as she awaited her fate at his hands; the crimsoned 
buttocks and tautly braced thighs of the women draped over the "Whipping 
Walls" and finally his two slave-girls standing in their customary attitude 
of alert subservience. Crumpled in a heap on the floor, Tanis was beyound 
his range of vision. After some minutes of this thoughtful contemplation, 
during which the silence was disturbed only by the hoarse, retching sounds 
of distress uttered by Christine and Valerie, the Mandarin aroused himself. 

"You may release dear Mrs. Fairfax, my children," he said to the two slave- 
girls. "As hers was only a minor role in her sister's rebellious behaviour 
she considered to have expiated her crimes. Dress her and her daughter and 
then release them to their respective cabins. 

Christine Fairfax could hardly stand upright when she was released from the 
straps. With the assistance of the two slave-girls she tottered exhaustedly 
to a chair only to jerk up from its seat with a scream of pain the instant 
her wealed bottom touched it. To the accompaniment of moans and shivers of 
pain she huddled into her torn clothes and left the stateroom. Tanis was 
quickly and ruthlessly stirred to life by Meia, dressed and sent after her 
mother. 

Darlene was visibly apprehensive as she watched her aunt and cousin leave 
the state-room and her concern for her mother's safety as well as her own 
was redoubled. Not daring to approach her mother, she had to content herself 
with frequent piteous glances filled with tender comisseration. 

"And we are left to deal with Mrs. Balmaine and her tender daughter," the 
Mandarin said speculatively. He cocked a gloating eye at the pale-faced and 
trembling creature standing near the divan. Her fresh prettiness coupled 
with her obvious terror of him whetted his desire fiercely so that his 
semi-flaccid penis began to throb into full rigidity. Both Maie andDarlene, 
the former unashamedly admiring, the latter pink with shame and tense with 
fear of what the swelling member would do to her, watched the resurgence of 
his lust. For a few moments his eyes feasted on the loveliness of the lovely 
creature who's bodily secrecies were now entirely familiar to him but whom 
he could still lust for as fiercely as ever. Her beautifully supple body was 
firmly outlined by her black dress with its long swinging skirt and tight 
bodice. Darlene had the long, slender limbs of a professional model and the 
close-fitting bodice of her dress emphasized the roundness of her sharply 
pointed breasts. 

"Well, little slave? Are you still willing to buy your mother's freedom . 
... at my price? the Mandarin asked suddenly. The girl coloured and bit her 
lip as she nodded assent. 

"Y-Yess, mm-master," she whispered. 

"And what IS my price?" 

She knew he was deliberately causing her shame and embarrassment, enjoying 
her confusion. 

"You w-want to do it to me in my bottom-hole, m-master," she whispered, 
going scarlet. Highly delighted the Mandarin chuckled softly. 

"And you are willing to give me that pleasure?" 

"Y-Yes master," she stammered. 

"Then surely you don't expect me to operate on you whilst you are so well- 
dressed. That long skirt for instance would be an annoyance, don't you think 
so?" 

Quivering from head to foot, she nodded and began to unbutton her dress. He 
stared attentively the whole time she was undressing, crudely violating her 
feminine modesty, with the intensity of his searching looks which permitted 
no part of her slender beauty to be hidden from him. He made her keep on the 
long, dark stockings she was wearing, ordering her to roll them down 
slightly so that the gossamer-like stuff would cling to the sleek whiteness 
of her thighs. Above the top of the stockings she was gloriously nude and 
she had to stand motionless, arms stretched straight up whilst his lustfully 
anticipatory eyes seemed to make a detailed inventory of every square inch 
of her naked figure. The dainty triangle of soft red curls which frothed in 
the dimpled hollow of thighs and belly was the focal point of his attention 
for long moments, during which she stood stockstill and struggled hard to 
bear the torment of her embarrasment. 

The Mandarin was as rigid as an iron bar by the time he had feasted his eyes 
to satiety and his long fingers were continuously frigging the throbbing 
shaft, the lewd manipulations continuing even whilst he was rising from the 
divan. He stood in front of the girl and levered his prick with caution 
forward to prod her bare belly with the domed head of it. She started, 
gasping, as she felt the fierce heat of the smooth knob against her silky 
skin. Only by summoning up every last ounce of her self-control could she 
overcome the involuntary urge to shrink away from the beastial contact. 

"Turn around and then bend forward as far as you can," he said, sibil an 
tly. 

Her nostrils flared in sudden terror. She turned around, her full white 
buttocks shuddering, as she leaned forward, breasts swaying in pendant 
freedom before being pressed close to her lower belly, she sensed that the 
Mandarin was struggling excitedly from his clothing, aided by Maie. The 
color came and went in her cheeks and her heart thumped violently as she 
felt the way her bottom was jutting out. Her legs were straddled well apart 
so that her dainty little genitals were rendered wholly accessible. She 
closed her eyes and prayed silently that she would be able to withstand the 
anticipated suffering with control. For the sake of her mother, she had not 
only to display submissiveness but also a certain degree of passionate 
eagerness in surrendering herself to the beastial act of defloration which 
was about to be committed upon her helpless loveliness. 

She could not be expected to know that Nature herself would quickly take a 
hand in the game and render it unnecessary to feign pleasure! 

"Are you ready?" she heard the man murmer. 

"Y-yes, m-master!" 

She trembled, braced her legs still more as she felt the projection of his 
big member against the furrow of her buttocks followed by the bony pressure 
of his hips nudging into the plump hemispheres themselves. There was no 
suggestion of brutal impatience now; his hand slid around her, dipped below 
her body and pressed inwards until it was crushed onto the softness of her 
belly. Slowly, his fingers groped her cunt whilst his swollen member 
throbbed turgidly against her bottom. A spasm of astonishing, and unexpected 
pleasure made her shudder and she breathed out a stifled exclamation as he 
began to rub her slit. Seemingly of its own violation, her body reacted to 
the intimate caress, pressing back onto the shaft of his penis so that it 
became trapped in the groove of her bottom. For the space of several moments 
he fondled her genitals, fingering the slit whilst at the same time pressing 
the pouting lips well apart. He paid attention to the fleshy stalk of her 
clitoris and she was astounded, almost shocked, at herself as she felt an 
exquisite sensation growing inside her like a mounting flame. She began to 
wriggle about; began rubbing herself on the agile fingers clamped to her 
femininity. 

The deft fingers nipped strongly onto the slippery soft point of her 
clitoris and roled it around. The convulsions which seized her almost 
wrenched her away from the powerful arms which encircled her from behind. 
Warm and limpid, her juices seeped out of her cunt-opening and bathed the 
caressing fingers. 

They were both breathing hard by the time she had recovered but still the 
persuasive fingers fondled her genitals. Once more the great soaring flight 
of glorious sensation began to build up in her until she was panting in its 
grip. Suddenly a writhing convulsion of her hips and buttocks caused the 
hard spear of throbbing phallus to slip free from its lodging place. 
Released from the confinement of her buttock-groove, his prick sprang erect 
only to be trapped in the moist crotch as her haunches lifted more violently 
than ever. Seizing the opportunity so swiftly that the panting girl had no 
chance to see what was coming, he rammed himself upwards, knees spreading 
outwards as his legs bent like muscular bows. As if guided by invisible 
fingers the bulbous know found the pleated hole of her anus and lodged there 
securely as his knees came together and his sinewy hips thrust upwards. 

Darlene screamed in mingled pain and ecstasy as she felt the enormous thing 
boring at her. In momentary panic she began to struggle in an attempt to 
dislodge her assailant but his hands clamped onto her thighs and pressed her 
inwards. Her rounded bottom slotted neatly into the curve of his belly and 
thighs and with another savage thrust he overcame the tenancious resistance 
of her sphincter muscles. Like tough elastic, hot and smooth and fiercely 
compressing, her little aperature clasped around the thick barrel of blood- 
charged gristle. He groaned through clenched teeth and his long talon-like 
nails gouged into the soft flesh of her quivering thighs as he butted 
against her with all his strength. Darlene screamed hoarsely and then let 
out a shivering cry that was a strange contrast as she felt the dextrous 
fingers exploring her slippery-wet genitals again. The boiling, dilating 
agony of her bottom seemed to die to a gnawing ache as the pain was 
overwhelmed by a sense of exquisite delight she could feel in her throbbing 
cunt-flesh. Pleasure communicated itself to the gripping ring of her 
bottom-hole; agitated and actuated by her spasms of bliss the pliant 
muscular ring pulsated, relaxing and contracting in harmony with the muscles 
of her vagina. 

Hell became heaven for the squirming girl! 

At the height of her ecstasy, the Mandarin sadistically bent, removed his 
member from her bottom hole. 

Her sexual needs wanting and unfulfilled he casts Darlene and her mother 
from the stateroom, thus fulfilling his promise. 

Maie, seeing her chance, rushed to the Mandarin's waiting member, groaned in 
the quivering spasms of ecstasy as she agitated herself upon the Mandarin's 
rigid member. She was straddled over the hairy bulk of his prostrate body, 
squatting down on her haunches so that whilst her dipping buttocks and 
skewered crotch were low, her dimpled knees were high and spread well away 
from each other. The coral pink ring of soft cunt-flesh could be seen 
clasped around the thick barrel of the massive penis and her underparts were 
beaded with odorous sweat. She was stark naked. 

Sweet-Breasted was perched on the edge of the wide bunk, one shapely leg 
stretched straight out sideways from her naked body, the heel braced against 
the floor, whilst the other leg was flexed right back with the heel on the 
edge of the bunk and the leopard-skin coverlet. The Mandarin's expert 
fingers fondled her exposed cunt. Suddenly he stiffened and his hand came 
away from Sweet- Breasted's soft wet cunt-mouth to clamp upon Maie's supple 
hip. Holding the girl like that, his eyes closed in the coarse-voiced 
anguish of his orgasm, and he heaved in thrusting up into the sucking 
tightness of the narrow sheath which was dragging the semen from his in 
great squrts. 

Breathing heavily in the langurous aftermath of their climaxes when there 
came the sound of a gentle tapping on the cabin door. 

Sweet-Breasted padded to the door on bare feet. She opened it slightly and 
there followed the subdued murmur of a brief conversation. Leaving the door 
ajar Sweet-Breasted hurried back to the side of the bunk and there was an 
expression of consternation on her pretty face. 

"Master, Shih-niang respectfully informs you that he and Yuch-lang have just 
detected Miss Corise Balmaine in the act of signaling from an open scuttle 
to a ship passing in the distance. She was using a length of red cloth but 
seems, fortunately, to have failed to attract attention except from your 
servants!" 

The Mandarin was silent for several moments as if considering the 
information in his mind. Then his eyes opened. 

"Convey to my men my appreciation of their alertness and order them to go 
down and bring the girl to the big stateroom. I believe the whipping walls 
are still in place there?" 

"They are, my master," Sweet-Breasted nodded. 

"Very well, we will adjourn to the stateroom in a few minutes and Miss 
Corise will be dealt with." 

Shih-niang and his companion Yuch-lang wore their customary costumes of 
dungaree pants and rubbersoled shoes as they hastened down to the suite of 
cabins occupied by the prisoners. With the memory of the enjoyment they had 
had from Christine and Valerie still vividly fresh in their minds, the two 
young seamen were in a state of rapidly mounting excitement as they padded 
along the brilliantly-lighted alleyway which led to the prisoner's quarters. 

The two of them stopped before the cabin which Corise Balmaine was 
occupying. By common consent they shed their dungarees and stood erect with 
their inflamed members projecting stiffly from their hairy loins. Yuch-lang 
unlocked the door and strode in. As soon as the two naked seamen appeared, 
there was a chorus of shocked cries and exclamations from the girls and 
women in the cabin. Permitted to roam at will from one cabin to another in 
their sealed-off part of the vessel, the two women and their daughters had 
rushed to Corise's cabin after she had been surprised by the two seamen in 
the act of waving a long red silk scarf from the open scuttle. The young 
girl was in a state of tearful despair, well aware that she would pay a 
terrible penalty for the action which she had proved to be in vain. 

Corise shrank back with a shriek of fear as the two seamen shouldered their 
way towards her across the crowded cabin. Christine flung both arms 
protectively around her shuddering neice and began to plead with the seamen 
whilst Valerie grabbed her youngest daughter, the fourteen-year-old Arlene, 
and pressed the child's face against her side so that she would not see the 
beastial exposure of the two rampant pricks. 

Grinning broadly as they forced the hot stiffness of their members against 
the woman's body, the two seamen roughly pried Corise away from her aunt. 
Choking with fear, her distraught eyes glazed with shame and horror as she 
beheld the erect members of her captors, Corise was pulled away from 
Christine and bundled from the cabin. Tanis and Darlene sat slumped on 
chairs, white-faced and trembling as Corise was dragged past them out of the 
cabin. They both knew only too well that she would be made to pay some 
diabolical penalty for her actions and their hearts ached with pity for her, 
bitterly conscious of their helplessness. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Inspector Louis Murat sat smiling speculatively, while reading the cable 
from his dear friend, Inspector Robert Wicks. It read as follows: 

FROM: INSPECTOR ROBERT L. WICKS-LUCERNE/SUISSE-30 APR. 69 

TO: INSPECTOR LOUIS MURAT-CHARGE DE AFFAIRES-PREFECTURE DE POLICE/QUAI RUE 
GASTON / FRANCE 

MADE CONTACT & VISIT W/H. AUCHENFELD-DUCHARD'S EX HOUSEKEEPER-STOP H. A. 
COMES FOR JACQUELLINE WITHIN A FORTNIGHT-STOP-SHE WILL ADOPT & CARE FOR GIRL 
AS HER OWN-STOP-ANTICIPATE MY RETURN 2 MAY-STOP. 

SINCERELY ROBERT 

Inspector Robt. Wicks received the following response from Inspector Louis 
Murat: 

JUBILANT OVER OUTCOME OF VISIT WITH H. AUCHENFELD-STOP-EXPECT TO HAVE 
CUSTODY OF MANDARIN & AIDES WITHIN 24 HRS.-STOP-LOCATION OF BOAT 
FOUND-STOP-BOARDING HER TONIGHT-FINIS 

-STOP-AWAIT YOUR RETURN SO THAT WE MAY CELEBRATE 

-STOP- 

SINCERELY LOUIS 

* * * 

By the time the seamen hustled Corise into the big state-room, Corise had 
regained control of herself. She was trembling in the grip of her captors 
but she walked erect, her little chin liftd defiantly. She flinched slightly 
and her face paled several degrees as she saw the horrible contraptions 
placed in positions. 

The Mandarin eyed her impassively for a few moments as she stood before him. 
Although she was actively aware of the brutal-looking member of the young 
seamen and her feminine modesty was shocked, the young girl forced herself 
to appear indifferent. A slight nod of the Mandarin's head dismissed 
Shih-niang and his companion. Disappointed without showing it, they bowed 
their employer and padded from the state-room. "I have been looking forward 
to having the pleasure of your presence in this room dear girl," theMandarin 
said "I had not intended to receive you here for several more days ... 
preferring to keep the best wine to the last ... but your actions in trying 
to signal to a passing vessel compel me to deal with you immediately." 

Corise felt her face going hot as the leering eyes swept gloatingly up and 
down her body. 

"You are very quiet, little girl?" the Mandarin said in a mocking tone. 
"Please do not feel constrained in the presence of myself and my faithful 
slaves. We already understand much about you. We know that you are a very 
sensitive creature and cry rather easily. We also know that, at home, you 
are very curious about the physical things of life. The nakedness of man 
is-or was until you saw Shih-niang and Yuch-lang an exciting mystery which 
stimulated your imagination a great deal ... so much so that quite 
frequently you played delightful but forbidden games with your fingers. Is 
that not so, dear young lady?" Her face went scarlet as she stared dumbly at 
the mocking face. How could he know that about me she thought? But the fact 
that he did know her guilty secret seemed to put her absolutely at his 
mercy. She stood there as if mesmerised as he signalled to Meia. 

"Undress her......not too quickly." 

The slave-girl moved forward obediently. With deft fingers she unfastened 
the English girls' frock and pulled it up over her head, ignoring the 
feebly- resisting hands. Corise flushed with embarrassment as she stood 
there in her slip. 

"I-I don't know how you can be so horrible as to strip me in front of a 
man," she muttered. "You must be thoroughly depraved...." 

"Master is big man to me and all other sensible girls" Meia said calmly. "We 
all do his bidding, and so will you too before he has finished with you. In 
not so many minutes now, when the whip has caressed you till you are 
shrieking in agony, then my honourable master will give to me the honour and 
privilege of assisting him to lodge his noble manhood in your virgin hole. 
Can you imagine what that will feel like? He is a true man and will fill 
your chaste cunt much better than your finger." 

Corise was pulled roughly about by the slave-girl as she stripped the white 
slip up over the girl's tousled head. Clad only in her bra and panties, 
suspender belt and stockings, Corise presented a delectable picture of slim, 
girlish beauty. Her long tapering legs were miracles of silken shapliness. 
Her brassiere matched the panties, the nipples were clear through it, coral 
and pointed whilst everywhere the dainty pink tint of her skin sleekly 
glowed through the flimsy material which covered it partially. The Mandarin 
eyed the quivering girl intently as Meia stood to one side in order that she 
wouldn't obstruct the view. When the sobbing captive squirmed back a step or 
two, unable to endure the agonizing embarrassment which the man's leering 
eyes caused her as they studied her scantily-clad body, Meia made a swift 
grab at a slim slender wrist and forced her to stand quite still. 

"Stand quite still, English Missy, until your master gives you permission to 
move, the slave-girl hissed. Shaking with the violence of her sobs, Corise 
stood there as the Mandarin heaved himself to his feet and came towards her. 
His hands reached out for her, closing over the thrusting cones of her 
scantily-covered young breasts and fondled them. He pressed and squeezed the 
springy mounds with a slow and lascivious deliberateness that made the 
helpless girl squirm in an agony of shame. 

"Pl-please .." Corise moaned. He laughed at her mockingly. After a few 
minutes he stepped back and seated himself on the edge of the divan once 
more. He pulled Sweet-Breasted down onto his knees and flipped loose the 
buttons of her long blue jacket. The olive-hued breasts, small but perfect 
in their dainty roundness, seemed very fragile as his big hands closed 
around them. Horrified and shocked anew by this display of unabashed 
licentiousness, Corise could only stand there watching. She sensed that the 
Mandarin was deliberately caressing Sweet-Breasted in that shameless manner 
merely to embarass and confuse her still more. 

Still toying with the warm little breasts, the Mandarin stared at Meia and 
gave a barely perceptible nod of the head. 

Once more the golden-skinned slave turned to the younger girl and, despite 
all tearful pleas and protests, dragged off her bra and panties. 

"Let her retain her stockings," the Mandarin ordered his eyes aflame now as 
they feasted upon the sylph-like lovleness of the young girl's naked body. 

Sobbing pleadingly, she could do nothing to defend herself as Meia deftly 
unclipped her suspenders and pulled the elastic belt down to her stockinged 
feet. The filmy nylons wrinkled as soon as they were freed from the taut- 
stretched suspenders but the slave-girl's experienced hands quickly smoothed 
the nylon upwards over the tapering lengths of her legs and lower thighs 
before turning the tops of the stockings down into a thick roll which hugged 
the thighs more tightly. 

"NO ... AHH!! ... NO!! NO!!" Corise whimpered as the Mandarin advanced upon 
her with an expression of beastial excitement on his face. She kicked and 
struggled and writhed in a frenzy of outraged shame as he seized her and 
began fondling her all over. Her breasts were bruised by the cruel pressure 
of his encircling fingers crushing into them. Stabs of fiery pain made her 
shriek in anguish as he pulled at her nipples and pinched the flesh between 
thumb and forefinger. When his hands moved lower down her body, she sobbed 
and shrieked like a demented animal as she felt the lewdly questing fingers 
prying the tender softness of her vagina. Twinges of white-hot pain stabbed 
through her loins as the narrow orifice was dilated at the same instant as 
the curling, talon-like fingers stabbed into her cunt-flesh with a hideous 
rasping sensation. 

When finally the Mandarin had glutted himself with the sadistic pleasures of 
violating the girl's helpless virginity, he released her wrists and stepped 
back from her. 

"Fasten her down now," the Mandarin ordered. "For a change and because her 
front parts please me, we can introduce a new technique in punishing this 
young lady. Strap her down backwards over the Whipping Wall." 

Corise struggled and kicked in a frenzy of terror as she was strapped into 
position by the two slave-girls. The small of her back pressed onto the 
padded top of the Wall, and her arms were outstretched above her head and 
strapped tightly to the two straps projecting from the ends. With her legs 
secured to the two lower brackets on the front of the Wall, her virginal 
vulva was fully exposed under its shining cluster of coppery-red hairs. 

Smiling evily, the Mandarin stood surveying the terrified girl for a moment. 
Corise let out another scream of anguish when her captor once more thrust a 
stiffened finger into the smarting cavity of her vagina. Shame and horror 
drove her out of her mind as she felt the sharp-taloned finger skewering its 
way into her soft flesh. 

She screamed as she felt the rasping, slashing movements of his finger 
lacerating the membrane of her vagina. But her sufferings had hardly begun 
yet! After amusing himself for some minutes, whilst the two slave-girls 
watched with amusement, the Mandarin looked at Meia. 

"We'll use the Butterfly on her, my child." 

"Yes, master," the girl nodded respectfully. 

Whilst Meia hurried across to the tall cabinet which housed the enormous 
collection of torture instruments, Sweet-Breasted stood quietly watching 
Corise as she continued to writhe and scream. 

Meia came back to where the Mandarin awaited her. She was carrying the 
instrument which was to be used on the girl's helpless nudity. Except that 
the whip possessed no less than ten thongs, the instrument resembled an 
ordinary carriage-whip with a springy four-foot handle made from supple and 
highly polished wood. Each of the thongs was a good six feet in length and 
the tips were decorated with the tiny feathered darts which gave the 
instrument its name. The darts themselves resembled pen points with the 
point snapped off to leave two sharp prongs. The flights were formed by a 
ring of soft white feathers which fluttered like so many tiny wings when 
they sped through the air. 

Corise moaned in horror as she watched the Mandarin inspecting the hideous 
weapon. 

"No! .. No! ... Not that!" she moaned mechanically. Her fear and horror were 
such that for several minutes she forgot all about her humiliating state of 
exposure, the dreadful vulnerability of her naked and cringing flesh, even 
the gnawing pain in her lacerated vagina seemed to recede before the 
blood-chilling horror she was to experience. Shuddering with the force of 
her racking sobs, she began to struggle madly in her efforts to free 
herself. 

A hurried knocking at the stateroom door disturbed the scene. The Mandarin's 
eyes glinted with annoyance as he signalled to Sweet-Breasted to go and open 
the door. A moment later Shih-niang entered and hurried over to the Mandarin 
and after bowing deeply, he whispered something to his master. The terrified 
English girl saw her captor's face go hard and tense for a moment, then he 
dismissed the seamen with a curt gesture. She cringed again, shuddering in 
dire terror as he came and stood before her. "You have been reprieved ... 
for a few hours, dear girl," he said softly. "It seems that a French ship is 
approaching for the purpose of boarding my vessel." 


THE END
