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The Jade Pavilion Book II : The Rise of Li Chang

Chapter 11 On Shameful Display

     Chapter 11  On Shameful Display
    
     As the brothers Chan turned the corner of the hallway on their way to the
secret staircase to the dungeons,  Erika's keeper, Dao, began to put his none
too subtle mind to work trying to figure out how to capitalize on his good
fortune.  Keeping an eye on this gorgeous blonde was the most pleasant
assignment he'd had in months. The leering goon's eyes moved up and down Erika's
body, admiring her stunning figure, clothed only in the scarlet skirt that
wasn't much more than a wide sash around her upper thighs, and a bodice that
revealed almost as much of her man-pleasing tits as it hid.
    
     Dao didn't like the way the German girl returned his lecherous gaze with
contempt -- snotty bitch!  Just like a European cunt, he thought to himself. 
She probably thought she was the the Empress of China!  But take away her
dignity, as the Chans had done,  and she'd find out soon enough that she was no
better than a whore!
    
     Dao continued to ogle Erika, making no attempt to disguise his lust; his
virile manhood pressing against his uniform of midnight black felt as thick and
hard as the Great Wall.  He swore he could see wisps of golden cunt hair
underneath her hiked-up skirt -- and those tits!!  Nothing against the women of
his own country, but you hardly ever saw Chinese girls with tits like that --
big enough to fill even his own large hands, and firm as under-ripe melons.  "By
the sword of Genghis Khan, I'd like to get his hands on  them!" he swore under
his breath. 
    
     Dao silently cursed George Chan's injunction that no one was to enter the
room;  he'd like to make this blonde bitch sweat!  In his mind's eye he saw
himself ripping that red fabric off her body, crushing those mouth-watering tits
in his hands, and slamming his man-meat into her pussy up to the balls.  Again
and again and again, until he'd fucked the blonde beauty into insensibility. 
    
     But he couldn't -- he knew that if he violated George Chan's dictum, he   
wouldn't have balls to fuck with for very long.  But there had to be some way of
having some fun with this German cock-pleaser...
    
     Just then he spied a pair of Richard Chan's maids walking down the hallway
toward him.  The Black Pagoda was a huge edifice with scores of servants, not to
mention the retinue of several dozen Scorpions that was constantly on duty. 
Most of the servants, of course, knew little of the Chans' dealings, and nothing
at all of what transpired in the pagoda's frightful underground chambers.
    
     One of the maids, an angular, graying woman in her forties, was carrying a
broom; the other, plumper woman was much younger, carried a feather duster and
was cheerfully chattering away in a sing-song voice.
    
     Dao was about to turn them away when he remembered George Chan's words that
Erika was to be on display to even the lowliest servants, and he decided to let
them pass.
    
     When the pair of housekeepers reached the open doorway the younger woman
gasped at the site of the blonde who knelt no more than a yard inside the
doorway.
    
     "Ayeee yah!" the maid exclaimed, "Look here!"
    
     The older woman leaned over her shoulder, "Ah! It's the one I saw earlier. 
When she came in.  She looked at me as if I was the dropping of a dog!"  The
skinny housemaid shook her broom at the kneeling maiden,  "Ha! -- who's dogshit,
now, you hussy?"
    
     Dao grinned in amusement, but when the women made as if to enter the room,
he scolded them.  "No one is allowed in the room; orders from the Master!"
    
     "I'd like to scratch her face," muttered the shrewish woman.  "Guard! Did
he say we were not to touch her?"
    
     Dao thought back.  "Well, no, I don't think he did.  But if you can't go in
the room..."
    
     "Good!  Look at the tramp, Hsien -- she has the udders of a cow," she said
spitefully, but her sneering tone could not conceal the envy, the hatred she
felt for this woman whose natural endowments made her feel even plainer than she
was.
    
     Hsien, the chubby maid, giggled.  It struck the gap-toothed Scorpion that
if cows had udders as shapely and firm and ripe-nippled as those of Erika Weiss,
he'd be more than willing to give up city life and start a dairy farm out in the
countryside.
    
     The maid took her broom and, being careful not to step in the room, reached
forward and directed the end of the broom handle inside the gaping opening in
Erika's bodice.  She moved the pole up and down, sliding it between the inner
slopes of the German woman's close-set love-melons.  The shapely blonde,
condemned to keep her hands behind her head, could do nothing to fend off the
long pole.
    
     "Stop it, Yian! You'll get us both in trouble," Hsien cautioned.
    
     "Hush, girl.  He didn't say we couldn't touch the yellow-haired cow." Yian
proceeded to use the broom pole to push the red silk to the side, baring the
rest of Erika's left breast, including its tasty pink nipple-nugget. Dao's eyes
brightened; he could feel his cock pulse with lust at the sight.
    
     Erika could do nothing.  Her repulsive guard was leering at her, enjoying
her humiliation, his open-mouthed salacious grin displaying  what was left of
his scattered, yellowing teeth.  Thank God, she thought.  At least the grinning
pig of a guard isn't allowed to do anything more than look.
    
     "Ayeee-yah!  Look!  When this one is with child, she will need triplets to
nurse her dry!"  Yian pushed the other side of the bodice back with  her
broomhandle, revealing the German girl's other majestic breast in all of its
nude splendor.  Yian had edged the crimson fabric aside carefully, so that it
was tucked under the outer curves of Erika's full-nippled breasts, lifting them
slightly, deliciously.
    
     By the god of the China Sea! thought Dao, "What a pair of tits!"
    
     Yian had pulled the broomhandle back now, and Hsien, giggling like a
schoolgirl, reached out shyly with her feather duster and swept it gently over
the upper slopes of the blonde's love-gourds, as if she were dusting a pair of
rounded figurines.  Despite herself, Erika's breasts quivered at the touch of
the teasing feathers.
    
     Hsien playfully circled each breast, first clockwise and then
counter-clockwise.  Erika's breasts seemed to swell at her teasing touch.  Then,
holding the duster firmly, Hsien moved it from side to side across a ripe pink
nipple, and giggled again when it began to respond to the stimulation.  Near the
center of the dusting end there was one short, stiff quill, which caught
slightly as the chubby young maid slid the duster sideways across Erika's
burgeoning breast tips.
    
     'And what a pair of nipples they were!' thought Dao.  They grew under his
burning gaze, swelling into ever-longer, ever thicker, bite-sized nuggets of
pink perfection as the tantalizing feather worked its magic on them.
    
     Shamed by her body's response, Erika's tanned upper body took on a roseate
hue, becoming even more erotically compelling than before.
    
     "Blue-eyed hussy!  Look at her sluttish teats!" Yian exclaimed in disgust. 
Then she elbowed Hsien to one side and then, holding the broom firmly in both
hands just above the long yellow bristles, she extended the handle once again. 
She laid the pole end of the broom atop Erika's right breast, with its end flush
against the blonde's chest.  The shrewish little woman then tapped the luscious
globe's rounded firmness twice and then lifted the handle about six inches above
Erika's breast and brought the pole down sharply on the tanned breast-top.
    
     Erica winced at the blow, more in surprise than in pain. "Why are you doing
this?  I have done nothing to harm you," Erica asked in bewilderment.
    
     Yian's eyes darkened with fury.  "Because you Europeans brought opium to
China.  And your cursed opium destroyed my husband." THWOCCK!  
    
     "Owwwww!  But I did noth..."
    
     "And my son!"  THWOCKK!!   "Aaah," Erika gasped softly, and then decided
that protesting was only making things worse.
    
      Hsien continued to tease her other breast playfully with the duster, while
the older woman friend rapped the German girl's breast again.  And again.  And
again. At one point Erika made as if to lower the hands that remain laced behind
her pretty blonde head in order to protect herself, but a sharp, "Hey!!" from
Dao forestalled her.  Painful experience had taught her that failure to obey
George Chan's commands, no matter how distasteful or unpleasant, would only lead
to even further mistreatment.
    
      No one of Yian's blows was terribly painful, but falling one atop the
other as they did, they soon became very unpleasant indeed.  After she'd
THWOCCKK!ed the meaty part of Erika's breast into a sensitive pinkness, Yian
exchanged places with Hsien, who by now had teased  Erika's left nipple into
stunning erection -- the blood-engorged nubbin protruding a good half inch out
of the lovely aureole bed from which it had arisen.
    
     Yian adjusted her aim slightly, and began to attack Erika's other breast,
this time aiming directly at the blonde's tender coral roseate and her swollen
nipple.  Three, four, five, six times she clipped the sensitive pink spike from
above, and then, growing more expert with her awkward weapon, Yian smacked
Erika's tits from side to side with the long pole, while Dao watched, both
amused and aroused by the punishment being inflicted on the superb breasts of
the kneeling blonde.
     
     Yian had given each of the German girl's jutting breasts about a dozen
solid smacks with her improvised club when she suddenly lifted the pole to
Erika's lips.  Erika turned her head away in disgust.
    
     "She wants you to open your mouth, slut," ordered Dao.  "You'd better do
it, honey, or it'll be me smacking those big tits of yours next!"
    
     Erika gave the black-garbed Scorpion a look of implacable hatred, which Dao
returned in full measure.
    
     Hsien had gasped at the guard's crude language, but Yian had nodded in
enthusiastic assent and held the broom handle to Erika's full lips.  Erika Weiss
opened her mouth slightly and her spiteful tormentrix forced it between her
unwilling lips.
    
     "Suck it, blue eyes!" Yian snarled.  "Put some of your sluttish spit on
it!" she ordered as she screwed the thick wooden pole into Erika's open mouth.
    
     A moment later the hateful little woman pulled the pole out, examined the
end to make sure that it was reasonably wet, and then she dropped to her bony
knees in the carpeted hallway. 
    
     "Let's see how the hussy likes this!" she muttered, as she slid the thick
wooden knob across the carpet between the widespread knees of Erika Weiss, so
that the rounded tip of the pole was flush against the tender lips of Erika's
vagina.  And then she pushed harder still...



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