Dragon Lady

DRAGON LADY

PART FIVE

Chapter One

       The foggy haze of drifting in and out of consciousness, darkness, daylight, darkness again, the acrid taste of the fluid only nourishment, the occasional sensation of needles in her hips stinging her butt cheeks, time seems to have lost its meaning.  No longer a need for bindings Lynn huddles across the bed, her faintly bruised body curled into a semi-fetal position when alone.  Drugged into being barely coherent at times, each ‘reward’ from a prick of a syringe brings a spreading warmth, a rippling effect flowing outward from the injection, another journey into a shadowy blissfulness usually after her latest sadomasochistic contact.

       The almost daily stereotypical Oriental abuses not only tolerable but given the occasional fix, the episodes have become almost anticipated sessions with the ‘clients’ she succumbs too.  Submitting to their own individual desires of what they want to do with her, the young, beautiful American both physically and sexually, she finds herself mentally drifting into the state of mind of accepting her role.

       Curling across the mattress while facing the wall, the most recent injection’s affects fading enough that she’s somewhat mentally coherent, on the other hand becoming physically queasy, almost nauseated, she hears the door open, once her college friend, now her Mistress, Kunoichi entering.  Reflexively rising a hip, anticipating the stinging prick, the bliss that comes with it, she feels the palm of a hand patting her rump instead.

       “Not yet Dorei, not yet… Drink this.”

       Hearing the Oriental’s voice, rolling awkwardly back onto her side Lynn hazily glances toward her, toward her black outfit, all tight fitting leather, crisp and stark, the white paper cup in her hand.  Obediently raising onto her elbow, taking, lifting the bitter concoction to her lips, eyebrows wrinkling, finishing it off in a couple gulping swallows, she reflexively crushes the cup, drops it across the side of the bed as she slowly shakes her head back and forth from the after taste.

       “Time to take a little trip to a friend’s shop if you want your real reward,” Kunoichi smiles as she sets on the edge of the mattress, lets her hand slide upward, cupping Lynn’s breast.  “We have an appointment for you; we’re going to start ornamenting this pretty body of yours, okay?”

       The request not really a question but more of a stated fact, she continues to meld Lynn’s breast as she softly adds, “We’ve had several requests, ranging from piercings, tattoos, even brandings.”  Holding her hand firm, giving a squeeze, she glances toward the fading bruises of the past week and a half, the remnants of ropes and bamboo shunts.  “You’ll be willing, won’t you?  You’ll want to do that for me to get your reward, right?... We want you to look really pretty when you begin dancing for us in one of the gentleman clubs, to entice the patrons even more.

       Watching Lynn’s reaction, her facial expression, its obvious the stark reality of what’s being said isn’t fully registering with her, just the promise of the reward, the growing need for that soothing shot in her butt cheek.  “Let’s get you ready.”

Chapter Two

       The black sedan slowly coming to a halt in the widened area of the alley, the bright orange metal door standing out from the red brick windowless facade of the multiple story building, the chauffeur exits the limo, flicks the buzzer next to the doorway.  Stepping the couple steps back to the limo as the roaming camera above the security entrance obviously follows, flipping the limo’s rear door open, Lynn’s the first to exit, a simple white satin slip-over the only covering, otherwise naked with her hair tightly wrapped in a blond bun behind her head.

       Kunoichi following, maintaining a grip on Lynn’s wrist, the door to the building opens as Lynn’s directed up the couple steps, the silhouettes of her breasts, her nipples jiggling beneath the practically sheer clothing barely concealing her otherwise nude body.  The entrance a short shaddowy hallway abruptly ending with a thick curtain covering an opening, an ominous employee stands menacingly at a desk.  Large, muscular, shaved head and wearing a tight, black outfit consisting of stretching pants and tank top, his huge arms ripple as they cross in front of his chest.

       Glancing past Lynn, recognizing Kunoichi, he bows, parts the dark, thick curtain as he speaks, “This way Kunoichi… You’re expected.”  Guiding them past the drape as he holds it apart, another hallway brightens, several doors along either side as he slowly nods, “The last door to the left.”

       The sounds of Lynn’s pattering bare feet, Kunoichi’s hard heels  echoing across the wooden floor as the curtain brushes shut behind them, reaching the designated entry, a plain white metal surface, the door flicks open a bit as the buzzer’s sound resonates from its lock.  Shoving the door open, closing it behind them, Kunoichi keeps a firm grip on Lynn’s wrist as they stand in the empty foyer in front of yet another entry, this one an oak six panel door.

       The camera pointing downward from the ceiling, a speaker box next to the entrance, again a clicking sound from the area of the door as it unlocks.

       “Enter.”

       Obeying, again shutting the door behind them, they quietly stand, wait as Lynn glances around.  The room appears to be patterned from some sort of medical design.  A unique stainless flat metal perforated table rests in the center of the floor; its four legs bolted into the concrete above a shuttered drain.  Dark mirrored glass fills the entire back wall above a three foot ledge, a large chrome enclosed lighting fixture centered above the table.  White shuttered cabinets lining the right wall above a shelf, the rest of the room’s barren except for another doorway to the left.

       A brief moment or so and that door opens as a white smocked man and female assistant enter, her carrying a tray, both wearing a form of surgical masks.  As she sits the tray on the shelf, the ‘doctor’ steps toward Lynn, without a word, reaches out, begins sliding her translucent slip-over up across her hips, past her breasts as the material jerks, twists at her swaying melons, finally up over her head and back down across her arms.

       Watching him nod toward the table, toward Kunoichi, position himself on the other side of the metal slab and tapping it with his fingertips, Lynn feels her elbow pushed by Konoichi, guided to slab, pressed against its cold edge.

       “Climb on Dorei… Once you’re positioned, you’ll get your reward,” Kunoichi orders as she bends, grips Lynn’s ankle, begins hoisting her upwards while instructing, “Go ahead, climb up there.”

       Turning, her bare buttocks reflexively jerking across the cold steel, her rounded rumps hardening, flexing as she arches back, her hands barely able to gripe the slightly sloped edges, Lynn leans clumsily over, raises her legs one at a time.  “Oomph!”  Unable to control a shiver, the harsh cold surface pressing against her naked flesh as she struggles across the flat metal, she spreads her arms and legs, twists over across her back.  Her nipples, areolas shriveling as the goose bumps spread across her naked breasts swaying down toward her armpits, her body trembles as much from the cold contact as the lack of her latest injection while she closes her eyes below the circular lights flashing on, glowing above her.

       Both hands gripped, separated and lifted above her head, she feels the coldness across the back of her arms as her wrists are cuffed to the upper corners of the table.  Legs next, her thighs spread, ankles cuffed and stretched to the bottom corners of the table, again the cold harshness of the flat metal penetrates her bare flesh.  “Oomph!”

       Another binding across her midriff, this a wide leather strap, Lynn’s navel sinks inward, the outlines of her ribcage pressing outward above her hollowing stomach, her breasts twitching, jiggling as he jerks the strap tighter before securing it.  One final strap, slipped around her forehead, tugged tight and snapped into place into the perforations in the table beneath her neck and she finds herself immobile, spread-eagled across the cold flat slab.  The doctor reaching down, knobs twisting, the top and bottom ends of the table slowly separate apart, spreading her bound limbs.  Several cranks and the top of her head rests even with the new opening as a similar slot also opens between her thighs.  

       The assistant approaching, a syringe in hand, the doctor waits as she applies a soaked ball of white gauze a couple firm swipes across Lynn’s left buttocks.  Handed the needle, squirting a slight mist into the air, he slips the tip against the plump flesh, pumps the solution slowly in.

       Eyes squinting, the sensation familiar, a couple blinks, Lynn’s pupils dilate as the anticipated warmth spreads, ripples inside her.  Noticing the assistant stepping to the head of the table, feeling her chin being tilted downward, she watches in her rapidly hazing state of mind as a rubber mouth gag’s pressed across her lips, forced between her teeth.

       “You’ll need that, Sensei,” Kunoichi leans over, whispers in her ear as she watches the needle being withdrawn, the syringe handed back to the assistant.  Handed a mask herself, aligning it across her own face, Kunoichi steps toward the foot of the table, positions herself.

       Another couple swipes with the gauze, the tinged cotton handed to the assistant, the doctor steps to the counter, just as quickly returns with what appears to be some sort of wireless soldering iron, only with a unique narrow, flat tip.  Holding the iron upwards, the silver tip reddening, giving off a wisp of smoke as he squeezes the trigger, the assistant firmly grips Lynn’s thigh just above the knee with both hands.

Glancing toward Kunoichi, the assistant, he rests his free hand on the wide strap flattening Lynn’s stomach, lowers the iron just above and across her pubic mound.  Lyn virtually unresponsive, waiting for the injection to take its course, he slips the heated tip past her spreading vagina, holding still a few inches down her inner thigh.  Again, a nod toward the assistant, glancing toward Kunoichi, down toward Lynn’s calve, he hesitates until Kunoichi grips her fingers around the spread leg.  A final glance at the glowing iron, pressing inward, the singeing flesh instantly smolders, the acrid smell of burning flesh rising from the table.

“Oomph!... Oooommmppphhh!... Ooommmppphhh!”  Lynn’s muffled screams resonate across the room as her body spasms, jerks above the table.  Breasts flailing, fists clenching, toes curling, her muscles, tendons flex, bulge from beneath her taut flesh.

Dragging the iron upwards, squiggling, branding the smoldering flesh, the tip gliding upward to just below a puffy fold of her shaved labium, the assistant and Kunoichi grip tighter, hold her leg, thigh in place as the flat leather cross over strap creaks across her hollowing, rippling stomach.

“Ooooommmmppphhhh!”  Another screeching, guttural grunt as the reflexive ripples race up and down the flesh of Lynn’s inner thigh, visibly spreading beneath the assistant’s fingers. “Ooommmppphhh!”

Momentarily hesitating as he leans back, allows the iron to reheat, again tilting his head forward, he slowly rolls the smoldering tip of the iron with precision deeper between Lynn’s thighs.  “Aaagggghhhh!”  The branded leg trembling, contorting in the women’s grasp, he carefully follows the crease of her labia before backing the searing tip away.  Glancing toward Lynn’s perspiring face, her eyes darting, rolling upwards, he applies the iron again, traces another line perpendicular to the first, again tracing around her labia.  “Aaaaaggggghhhhhhh!”  Ignoring her scream, letting the glowing iron travel the few inches, the smoldering flesh beading with perspiration, the mixture becoming a steamy mist, he retraces the route, lays down another red welt across the quivering thigh.  “Aaaaagggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”  A steady gurgle from Lynn’s gagged mouth, saliva spewing down off her chin, dripping across the steel table, the iron continues ever so slowly onward as the women lean into the smoldering mist, retain their firm grips.

Without a break, a third slow, precision swipe of the iron begins slowly tracing across the quivering, naked flesh, the welted outline taking on its intended form beneath the acrid haze.  Ignoring her tortured unintelligible pleas that are becoming raw grunts, he finally completes the branding, steps back to the shelf.  Returning with a sterile white cloth and salve, applying the mixture to the cloth, glancing over the perfect serpent design burned into the bare flesh, he presses it across the brand, tapes it loosely around her quivering thigh as the women finally release their grips.

The searing pain of the branding iron on her inner thigh’s tender flesh, the utter agony of what seemed like hours of being burned, her naked body finally relaxes in her restraints.  Covered in perspiration, beads of moisture collecting, dripping down across the outer curves of her globular mounds, rising, lowering on her chest with each forced breath, the pain’s still there, it just doesn’t seem to matter as much to her now, now that the injection’s solution has taken its full effect, spreading through her bound body.  Half realizing what’s happening, the other half seeming more like a hallucination, she stares past the trio of masked faces glancing down toward her thigh.  The room swirling, the bright circular lights glow down at her as she seems to float above the table.  Blinking, squinting, she closes her eyes, drifting off into blissfulness.

Stepping back, Kunoichi gives her mask to the assistant, the pair of them stepping through the doorway; they leave the doctor alone with Lynn.  Stepping toward the head of the table, between the spread rails, he unfastens the strap binding her forehead, tilts her face back, her neck craning down into the opening.  Unfastening the gag, tugging the soaked red ball from between her lips, he holds her mouth open with one hand while adjusting his pants, slipping his manhood out with the other.

Pressing his cock against her chin, rubbing its crown around her parted lips, glancing into her hazed eyes staring back past him, he arches forward, presses his throbbing shaft into her yawning mouth.  Leaning forward, gripping both firm breasts reflexively thrusting upwards across her chest, flexing his hips, thrusting inwards, he feels his cock sliding across her tongue, penetrating her throat, scrapping across her tonsils.  His thighs scraping across her stretched arms to either side of him, her naked body twitching, glistening as he pounds, ruts back and forth in jerking motions, he twists her firm titflesh, squeezes and stretches the full mounds as his scrotum swings back and forth, slaps across her face.  Trembling, jerking, in just moments his load gushes, spurts deep inside her throat.

Holding still, then another quick couple thrusts, he feels another spurt as he watches her naked body trembling.  Holding  himself still again, her breasts discolored in his clenching fists, the nipples, bulging, dark as her torso jerks above the table, he slowly withdraws his still firm cock, slides his hips back, watches her naked body arch, her fists clench as she struggles to breathe.  The crown of his shaft ‘plopping’ out from her lips, the suction, the ‘whooshing’ sound of air escaping her throat, he watches his cum drooling from her lips, dripping onto the floor as her stomach heaves.

Stepping to the shelf, picking up another clean towel to wipe himself, he glances back toward Lynn, figures he’ll give her another appointment for some more body art in a couple weeks, after all, besides the usual generous payment for his services of ornamenting her slaves, the tips Kunoichi allows him are priceless.     

End Part Five