The Silken Dragon

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Ming continued to sexually tease Whisper, drawing her body out of the safety of shell she hid behind. Her body supple young body beginning to lean towards the whispering softness that tickled her labia, which created an itch that was beginning to crave to be scratched more and more. Yet every time that Ming paused and let the building pleasure slip away, he was rewarded by Whisper’s grown of frustration, and of disappointment. Ming found it almost laughable that the little missionary continued to deny what her gorgeous young body so clearly wanted.

At first she bit her lip, as if to still the little gasps and mewing the bubbled from her moist ripe lips. Yet as he continued his delicious torment of the bound redheaded beauty, each time that devilish feeling grew stronger and stronger until her back would arch as if asking for more. A mournful cry slipped from Whispers parched lips, a cry of frustration.

“Please Master, please take me! Please give me that which my body craves!” Whisper’s admission that she needed to be fuck, to have a cock in her tight little pussy pleased Ming as a scarlet blush tinged Whisper McGhee’s cheeks the most delightful shade of pink, a deep pink that colored her soft creamy ivory skin from the tip of her littler button nose to the tips of her toes.

“Such a bold a request, and a fervent plea for a pious little Missionary Miss McGhee.” As he spoke Ming let his robe slip from his shoulders, his body was sinuous and strong as he slowly climbed between Whispers’s wide spread bound legs. Slowly sensually he kissed his way up her long sculptured legs, nibbled the tendon behind her knee. Whisper could feel his hot moist breathe caress her inner thigh climb higher to wash across her wide spread pussy. His tongue sled along the length of her labia as he tasted Whisper for the first time. “You’re as sweet as summer wine Miss McGhee.”

His lips moved across Whisper’s quivering abdomen, his tongue reamed out her dimpled naval, and up the sensual curves of her torso. Ming took pleasure it teasing and tormenting the bound little redhead’s breasts and nipples. Now his dark eyes held her soft emerald green eyes. “You you want me to Fuck you Miss McGhee, to feel my cock deep inside you…………Just tell me and I shall grant your wish…….just tell me you want me to Fuck you Miss McGhee!” Ming was leaving Whisper no place to hide even from herself. She could now feel the tip of his cock brush her pussy, all she had to do was to tell him what she wanted.

 

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From behind her dark silk blindfold his voice sounded in her ear, for once a modicum of amusement tinged his words.

Such a bold a request, and a fervent plea for a pious little Missionary Miss McGhee.

He made fun of her ambitions. Yet no longer was she a missionary. No longer was that option, that life, an open decision for her to make. She was no longer free, her life changed so that she was a slave, owned by another. Destined for a life of sexual perversions. But now, she had tasted sin and as her body craved it, she found that her mind was also beginning to develop a taste for it. The darkness was filled with other sensations.

Between her widely-stretched legs she felt the bed dip from his weight. At least she hoped that it was her new Master and not one of the guards. Lips began at her ankles, licking and nibbling and kissing her skin as it wound a trail up her leg. Finding a ticklish spot behind her knee that she did not know that she had. Teasing the soft inside of her thigh.

A gasp left her lips as his tongue licked her sex, her nipples puckering at the stimulation. This slow build was new for her. Chi Low had seemed to instead punish her. This man, her Master, seemed to want to inflame her.

You’re as sweet as summer wine Miss McGhee.

Lips continued past her mons still strangely missing the pubic hair that she had had since her monthly cycles had started. That skin seemed strangely exposed and sensitive and she wondered how long it would take for the hair to grow back in.

The mouth found its way to her navel before continuing up her body. Finding her breast and nipples to suck and kiss and nibble.

Her senses were overwhelmed, as moans and groans sounded in her throat. With her limited range of motion her back arched and undulated

Suddenly he removed the blindfold and she found herself blinking, emerald eyes now able to focus on her Master’s black eyes as they looked deep into her soul.

You you want me to Fuck you Miss McGhee, to feel my cock deep inside you…………Just tell me and I shall grant your wish…….just tell me you want me to Fuck you Miss McGhee!

The words seemed crude yet somehow inflamed her, made her want it. Already she could feel the tip of his manhood teasing the opening of her sex. Her body craved what he could give her. He waited, his eyes leaving her no hand place to hide from the revelation of who she was becoming. A true concubine. A sex object. A slave whose body was for his pleasure. Somehow she recognized this was a step to her new life.

To deny this would be to deny her body that which it now craved. And she could not do that. But she could not help it as her cheeks blushed at the crude language and yet the emerald eyes that looked into his held both supplication and need. Her voice was soft yet edged with desire.

“Please, Master, please fuck me. Please fuck me!”

 

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“You want me to Fuck you Miss McGhee, to feel my cock deep inside you…………Just tell me and I shall grant your wish…….just tell me you want me to Fuck you Miss McGhee!”

Ming had teased Whisper’s bound young body until every fiber of that gorgeous young body screamed for sexual release. He had not taken her with the crude urgency of her rape by Chi Low but had sensually awakened it. His dark eyes held the young bound beauty’s emerald green eyes locked in his gaze. He had chosen his words carefully, yes they were crude but he wanted Whisper to admit what they both now new was true.

The velvet tip of his cock brushed the young western beauty’s pussy so close a yet so far. Whisper blushed a deep crimson; those stunningly expressive emerald emerald eyes that looked into his held both supplication and need. Her voice was soft yet edged with desire. “Please, Master, please fuck me. Please fuck me!”

“Master!” came his correction as Whisper once more forgot her need over helming her. The look on her angelic face, the fear that he would not grant her what she so obviously needed pleased him. Ming let Whisper’s fear build before he breathed; “Of course Miss McGhee I shall fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”

Ming slowly entered Whisper McGhee, stretching her delicate pussy, the ridged girth of his cock pressing against her throbbing clit. Sensually, seductively Ming led the little redheaded missionary in a dance old as time it’s self. He would stretch that tight little pussy of Whisper’s, he would stop letting her feel him then he would draw back till he was almost clear of her grasping needy pussy before plunging in again.

Finally Ming’s groin was grinding against Whispers mons. His eyes never left hers as he now began to fuck the young bound beauty in earnest. Ming increased the tempo with which he took the hapless beauty as their coupling reached a blinding crescendo and still he pounded into her. He was as relentless as Whisper’s mechanical lover the tawny copper haired beauty was soon bathed in a fine sheen of sweat as Ming continued to pound into her.

Ming would not be satisfied for Whisper to cum once, but he would have her cum in a cascading series of orgasms, and begging him for more, and begging him to let her rest until she did not know what she truly wanted.

 

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Master!

She was a bit confused. She certainly thought that she had called him Master. But what if she hadn’t? Would he call his guards to use her?

Of course Miss McGhee I shall fuck that tight little pussy of yours.

Slowly his member pressed into her, stretching her snug little sex. Her mouth opened as if in a silent gasp as she could swear that he was bigger than Chi Low or even that machine that he had used on her yesterday. He was still, and Whisper realized that she had been holding her breath. Then slowly he pulled almost all the way out, and she could almost swear that she could feel every lump and bump on it.

Then suddenly, he slammed into her and she arched her back, surprised at such a difference between the machine and a real man.

Once again her body seemed to know what she herself was just finding out. Each time that he would withdraw it would clutch blindly at his manhood so that when he would slide back in, it seemed like the first time all over again yet without the pain. Instead there was thus need, this hunger for more.

As he fucked her - fuck, it surprised her that the word would so easily come to her mind. Just like she was finding it strange that to be bound and presented to him was somehow exciting - his patterns changed. Sometimes slow and gentle, grinding his body against her shaved skin and making her jolt as he rubbed against that secret spot that sent lightening through her body. Then, suddenly he would be forceful, his hips slamming hard against her and driving his manhood so deep into her that she could swear it entered her womb.

Soon that quickening began, her body craving the sensation. As if he was in a race her Master increased his speed, somehow sensing that she was close to flying into ecstasy. The room was warm and her body showed the results of her exertions, a fine film of perspiration making her skin glow in the lamplight.

So close. So close! His eyes never leaving hers, as if he peered deep inside her to her soul, seeing the missionary part of Whisper dying as the voluptuary part of her was being born. Her breath began to stutter in her throat as her hips in their limited range of motion would tilt as if to welcome each thrust he made.

And then it happened! Head tilted back as her back arched, a cry issued forth as she flew. Her body jerked and yet he did not stutter his assault upon her, like a human version of the steam-powered machine that he had used on her yesterday, he continued to thrust into her, his body on top of hers as if to keep her from flying away. Her sex gripping his member tight yet he still managed to continue pumping, being well greased by the cream that her body released.

Yet the flight was soon over as she began to return to earth. He never stopped, nor did he slow and soon there was another flight, somehow harder and higher than the first. Her arms and legs pulling against her bindings, she found one word escaping from her lips as she fell back to earth. “Yessssssss!” It was more like a leaking of air from her lungs than an actual word.

Each subsequent time it took her higher and harder and seemed to take less to set her off until she found that before she could land her body was soaring again. Tears began to trickle from the corners of her eyes, making a path to her hair. No longer was her braid neat and straight but stray wisps had worked their way free each time her head was thrown back until the frizzed about the crown of her head, a copper halo for a fallen angel. The heavy braid now fell across one shoulder, worried and fuzzy from repeated rubbings on the bedsheets.

“P-P-Please M-Master!” Her voice was soft and pleading, a breathy stutter. Yet she was not sure just what she pleaded for as once again her head went back, her cry announcing to the world just what was happening to her. Something that she did not understand herself. Something...

 

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Ming drove his little concubine to the edge of that sinful ecstasy that her gorgeous young body now carved. So close. So close! His eyes never leaving hers, as if he peered deep inside her to her soul, seeing the missionary part of Whisper dying as the voluptuary part of her was being born. Her breath began to stutter in her throat as her hips in their limited range of motion would tilt as if to welcome each thrust he made. Ming savored Whisper McGhee’s fall from grace as she embraced the shamefully sinful ecstasy that his pounding cock brought to her. Whisper threw her tawny copper back, as her back arched, a cry of ecstasy bubbled from her moist ripe lips. Her body her gorgeous supple young body jerked and yet he did not cum, and his assault upon her continued without slackening in the least.

Oh how his little missionary flew as she embarrassed the pleasure as she came for her master. Yet much to the naive young beauty’s surprise Ming continued to pound into her. Again he pushed Whisper to the edge of that abyss, and again he sent her flying with sinful pleasure. As Whisper flew Ming pulled a cord connected to the bindings of her ankles. Suddenly her legs were free, her arms though still bound. Ming idly wondered what his little concubine would do. Would she just lay there an innocent little lamb that had been lead to the slaughter or would she embrace him and become a very active participant in her damning fall from grace.

When Ming did cum, his white hot scalding cum, filled Whisper’s fertile young womb. If the young redheaded beauty thought that she would now be free of him, she was sadly mistaken as Ming continued to fuck her delicious young pussy. Finally the man pulled from Whisper McGhee’s juicy little pussy, he rolled from her, leaving her hands still bound. After a few moments he rose from the bed. Caressed Whisper’s cheek with the back of his hand, smiled into her eyes, and called to his guards.

Ming spoke to them though Whisper did not understand what was said the wicked smile on their faces told the young western beauty that her day of sin had just begun. Her hands tied above her head she saw the guards beginning to disrobe and she knew that they were about to fuck her.

 

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Exactly when her legs were freed from the bedposts she did not know. One minute they were tied tight tight and she felt as if she were a bug on a specimen tray. Then next, as if it were the most natural thing, her legs wrapped around him as if aiding her to hang on as he fucked her. She was totally unaware of the action

Warmth seemed to fill her as she became aware of his seed filling her womb. She felt her body shiver and expected him to pull out having spent himself. Yet still he continued his attack, as if hoping to fill her full of his seed. Her sex was beginning to feel like it did on his wicked machine and when at last he pulled out of her, rolling off her body to lie beside her, she noted his manhood, still somewhat excited and shiny wet from their combined spendings. Panting, she lay with her wrists still tied to the bedpost and as he rolled off the bed, he caressed her cheek and she expected him to release her from her bindings.

Instead, he walked away, calling in that sing song language. A frown creased her forehead, something inside - an inner voice - warning her.

Two guards appeared in the room and her heart beat faster. What did he want with them? Surely not....

The smile that they gave her told her that her Master had given her to them. Surely not! She had done her best to do all that her Master had asked of her, had demanded of her. Yet, grinning, the guards began to undress. Subconsciously she drew her legs together, her eyes pleading to the man that now owned her.

“Please Sir, I mean Master! Master, please, no!”

Already she could see their manhoods straining, bobbing and bouncing as they moved. She clenched her legs together, as if her puny strength would be more powerful that these strong and muscular men. She even attempted to pull against the restraints on her arms, to no avail.

Shaking her head, she looked back to her owner, her Master. “Please, Master, no.”

 

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As the two guards drew nearer the bound little redheaded western missionary closed her shapely legs tightly and pleaded, “Please Sir, I mean Master! Master, please, no!” Again Whisper had made that glaring mistake and had failed to call Ming her Master that mistake sealed her fate. Their lecherous smile as they gazed upon Whisper’s chaste ivory complexion left no doubt that Ming had given her to them. Those pleading soft emerald green eyes question Why, she had done her best to do all that her Master had asked of her, had demanded of her. Yet, grinning, the guards began to undress. Whisper drew her legs together, her eyes pleading with the man that now owned her to have mercy on her, silence and his cold dark eyes were the hapless girl’s only answer.

The two guards now naked, their anxious cock, fueled by their lust to savor this forbidden fruit, slowly came to Whisper as she laid there her hands bound above her head. Shaking her head, she looked back to her owner, her Master. “Please, Master, no.”

“Ah now you remember that I am your MASTER Miss McGhee and not merely SIR perhaps after my guards have chastised you will in the future that I am your Master and you will address me so when I give you permission to speak.” Ming’s voice was stern as if he were correcting a wayward child. Once more he caressed Whisper’s cheek with the back of his hand. It was a gentle caress, like a lover would give his beloved, in its gentleness, it was all the more cruel. Ming left leaving Whisper to her fate.

Whisper was lying on the bed her hands bound and her legs drawn up to her chest. The men roughly grabbed Whisper’s ankles and starched her out, making short work of retying her ankles to the bed posts of the foot of the great bed. The first guard straddled Whisper’s waist his cock lying between her firm proud breasts. His hands squeezed her breasts tightly around his cock as he began to work it back and forth between her firm young breasts. Soon its velvet tip was nudging the young redhead’s moist ripe lips. The man laughed as the little western beauty clamped her lips tightly together. He chattered with the other guard and then pinched Whisper’s little button nose until she gasped for air and his cock slid into her sweet moist warm mouth.

The second guard grabbed Whisper’s trim little waist and lifted it up as high as her bounds would allow. The helpless girl felt the tip of the guard’s cock poking at her pussy and then he plunged into the young western beauty to the hilt, his groin grinding against hers as he began to roughly fuck Whisper.

 

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She was scared! Surely he would not allow her to be used by these two guards. After all, had he not paid an ungodly sum just to buy her and her body. Yet here in the room were these two massive guards, their manhoods bobbing and pointing towards her. Her pleading seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Ah now you remember that I am your MASTER Miss McGhee and not merely SIR perhaps after my guards have chastised you will in the future that I am your Master and you will address me so when I give you permission to speak.

It had been a simple mistake as she was not used to calling someone her Master. Yet here he was scolding her. Then he gently caressed her cheek and she thought that maybe this was all over.

She was wrong. She had drawn into herself in an attempt to protect herself, to be left alone. The guards were much stronger that she. Grinning as if they were playing a game, each man grabbed one of her ankles and quickly and easily tied them again to the footboard bedpost, spreading her legs and effectively displaying her sex to their lustful gaze.

Her heart was beating faster than ever before as one of the guards climbed up on the bed and straddled her waist. She found herself staring at the tip of his member, already a liquid oozing from the slit. To her surprise he smashed her breast around his manhood, sliding it back and forth deeper and further until it was bumping her chin. She attempted to sink back into the bedding as he seemed to aim it towards her mouth. In defiance she pressed her lips together.

The guards seemed to find her actions funny, laughing and talking in that sing song manner of theirs. Tied to the bed, she could neither fight nor run away.

Suddenly he pinched her nostrils together until she was forced to open her mouth or suffocate.

Laughing the guard rammed his manhood deep into her mouth.

As she began to choke on the thing that filled her mouth, she felt the hands of the other guard, somehow hidden from her view by the guard sitting on top of her, grab her waist and lift her up. Due to the way she was tied to the bed and the first guard sitting on top of her, there was a rather limited range of movement yet she still managed to feel the second guard’s tip of his member as it poked her sex. Then suddenly he rammed it in, hard and deep.

She tried to scream but with her mouth already full, it was muffled and the vibrations seemed to delight guard #1. As he moaned and said something to guard #2, again the man rammed again deep into her, stretching her further. Again, she tried to scream, the vibrations of her voice tickling the manhood that raped her mouth. As if working as a team, the two guards began to really enjoy their work and began to attack her in earnest.

There was no gentleness in what they did. Instead, as if there would be no tomorrow, each guard seemed to work hard and relentlessly as if she was there solely for their amusement. She could no longer look around to see if her Master was still in the room. The one that straddled her body seemed to have made it his mission to shove himself deep in her throat, cutting off her wind, her lungs bursting. Then he would pull back, laughing as the other guard, still effectively hidden by the first one, would ram deep and hard into her sex, the pain flaring through her as his member would bump something inside her.

She was like a rag doll in the hands of these two guards as they laughed and moaned and groaned and fucked her.

 

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Whisper was scared as she saw the guards it soon became apparent that her Master had given her to the guards for their sexual amusement. The man that straddled her waist and ran his cock in between her firm breasts, he laughed as he held her little button nose and then forced his cock into her moist sweet mouth as she gasped for breath and then down into her tight little throat. He groaned in pleasure each time the stunning little redhead tried to scream, and her muted scream vibrations teased and massaged his cock.

As Whisper’s soft full lips were obscenely “O”ed as she was forced to suck and deep throat the guard the other man slammed into her deliciously tight pussy. Ming enjoyed watching the chaste little western beauty being taken by his two guards. Bound as she was all Miss Whisper McGhee could do was please the men with her gorgeous young body. The first guard to cum, was the man that straddled her waist and had forced his cock down her throat, pulled from her mouth and the first gushing jet of his cum splattered across Whisper’s angelic face. Laughing he came over her ripe young breasts. He then Swung off of her. That gave the other guard full access to her pussy as he pounded into Whisper. She felt his body stiffen felt his cock shutter deep in her pussy, and the suddenly her pulled from her clucking pussy and came all over her quivering abdomen.

The men slowly got dressed as the pointed and laughed at the young western missionary, as she lay there covered with their spent cum. They had just finished dressing when they came to attention and fell silent as their Lord and master entered. Ming once again issued a string of orders and the Guards once more approached the bound redheaded beauty. Ming savored the look of utter fear in Whisper’s eyes as they approached her, yet all they did was free the stunning young beauty from her bounds.

“Lick yourself clean Miss McGhee.” Once more Ming demanded that she humiliate herself for his pleasure. His voice left no room for argument and Ming had shown that refusal to obey and any little mistake that she made carried the most severe consequences.

 

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The sound of their voices ringing in her ears, Whisper pulled at her bound wrists, her hands clenching and unclenching in fear and frustration.

The violations seemed to continue forever and she feared that the guarding fucking her throat would pull out too slow once too often and that that would be her last memory of her time here on earth.

Then suddenly, his manhood popped from her lips and his seed, thick and plentiful, burst from the straining tip to shoot over her body. Most of the first glop landed on her tongue and she tasted the salty stuff. The guard groaned as each time a streamer of the stuff decorated her jaw and her breast. Once the last had dribbled out, he wiped his member on her body before climbing off of her.

Suddenly she had a clear view of what she had only been able to feel up to now - guard #2. He grinned at her, apparently appreciating the sight of her covered with the other guard’s seed. She glanced quickly around but saw her Master nowhere.

If she thought that the machine was relentless, this guard felt even bigger and unstoppable. His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded into her like some crazed machine. Each time that his massive member would bump against the opening into her womb, the pain would jolt through her. All she could manage were small cries as the man seemed to go on forever while the other guard stood nearby and grinned at the view that he beheld.

Finally, the guard between her legs gave a hard grunt as he shoved hard and deep into her and she felt the beginning of his warmth starting deep inside her. Yet quickly he pulled all the way out and aimed at her body, depositing his contribution upon her abdomen. She felt some of it run down her sides to drip on the bedding and some dribbled towards her sex, reaching the slit and running back towards her anus.

The smell of sex was heavy in the air, and Whisper’s arms and legs ached at having been pushed to their limits.

Meanwhile, the guards began to dress, all the time finding amusement in her body covered in their spendings. Though she spoke not one word of their language, she understood that they were making fun of her, and had enjoyed using her body for their own debauchery.

Once the were dressed, her Master returned to the room, speaking to them in their language. They saluted and began to once again approach her and she feared that they might be returning for round two but instead they merely released her arms and legs from their bindings.

She was sore and tired yet her Master’s voice, this time in English, spoke to her.

Lick yourself clean Miss McGhee.

She wanted to say no. She wanted to take it and throw the offending stuff on him and his black silk robe. She wanted to run away and throw herself off of the parapet. She wanted to do all of these things yet she knew that none were possible. And above all, she knew the disobedience would and could be punished with more of the same. Or even worse.

With shaky fingers she began the task, trying to put her mind on automatic and not think about what she did. All three stood and watched as she performed the task as finger full by finger full she wiped her body, sucking each to quickly swallow. One man’s seed was a bit saltier than the other, yet she tried to keep her face devoid of any expression and merely did her job as neatly and efficiently as possible.

Once she had finished the task as ordered, Whisper knelt on the bed, her head bowed and eyes cast down to the rumpled sheets beneath her. She neither spoke nor moved, for fear of further punishment. She had seen what happened to such.

Her body felt filthy and the smell of the men and their seed still cling to her skin. She hoped that she would be able to wash away this dirty feeling that she had. Though she wondered if she would ever be allowed bathe on her own as memories of the old woman and her wayward hands came to mind.

This was definitely hell.

 

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Ming had given his instructions clearly Whisper was to lick herself clean. He said nothing as the stunning little redhead with shaky fingers began the task. All three men stood and watched as Whisper performed the task as finger full by finger full she wiped her body, sucking each to quickly swallow, her face clearly showing how much she hated it. Once she had finished the task as ordered, Whisper knelt on the bed, her head bowed and eyes cast down to the rumpled sheets beneath her. The little redheaded Missionary knelt there her eyes demurely down cast and silent.

“Miss McGhee lift your breast and bow your head and lick your nipples clean.” Ming then repeated the order in Chinese and the two guards snickered as they watched eagerly to see if the young western beauty would do as she was commanded. This was just the first of several humiliations that Ming had in store for young Miss McGhee. He ordered his guards to inspect Whisper and see if she was truly clean after she was forced to lick her breast and nipples. Ming had kept the young girl licking her nipples until he could smell the dusky musky fragrance of her growing arousal. He could see that the girl was quivering with her need to cum as his guards stepped up to her. One began to finger fuck Whisper as the other began to toy with her breasts. Suddenly he pinched her nipple and as she gasped The man crushed his mouth to her.

After another hour of abuse by his guards Ming finally told Whisper, “Miss McGhee you may dress now.” The old woman came to Whisper and ushered her once more to the bathing chamber where again the young redhead had to suffer a most sensual and seductive bath. It seemed the woman knew just how to touch Whisper to excite her young body and yet never satisfy her growing need. At last dried and wearing the simple black peasants’ silk jacket the old woman brought Whisper a cup of tea and some western food and then left her in her room to satisfy her hunger and the growing need between her legs.

 

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Miss McGhee lift your breast and bow your head and lick your nipples clean.

Lick her own nipples? She was shocked at the order. She never even knew if she could. Yet failure was not an option with this man. Already she had seen the results of such. Had already endured the results of his “punishment”. This man wanted a machine, not unlike what he has used on her. So she must do it or face the consequences.

Taking hold of the pillowy mound, she tilted it up towards her as she bent her head down. The smell of the guard’s seed was stronger, filling her nostrils. Tentatively she stuck her small pink tongue, amazed that it could reach down to the pink nipple that rested on its very tip.

Her tongue felt warm and wet, but that was not what she was here for. That salty taste was still there as she licked. So she licked and kept on licking until she thought that she had done the job. Yet each time that she thought that, the Master quickly sent the guards to check. They would shake their heads and that meant more licking.

The problem was that with all this licking and sucking and then the hard and long sex that these two guards had put her through, her body was starting to get mixed signals. It was shocking to think that such lewd and outright decadent behavior could trigger such a reaction in her. Yet, deep down inside of her she could feel something growing, starting to gnaw at her. This was not like her, but she was finding herself affected by what he was making her to. That had to be it.

Every time that she thought that her nipples were clean, one of the guards would step forward to run fingers across one or the other before shaking his head.

After a bit, she began to squirm without meaning to. Then, the other guard stepped to her other side and nudged her knees apart, slipping first one and then two fingers up inside her sex, imitating what he had been doing with his manhood not so long ago.

Yet, for some reason she, or rather her body, began to accept his actions. Or perhaps it welcomed them. What kind of woman was she becoming? A sex slave. A concubine. After all, that was what she was supposed to be, was that not right?

Grinning at her as his fingers pumped in and out of her sex, the other guard began to play with her nipples, tweaking and rolling that nub between his fingers. Still kneeling on the bed, her hips began to move in time to his fingers.

Suddenly the other guard pinched her nipple. Hard! She gasped, a scream started. But it was quickly choked off by his mouth, lips on hers and his tongue thrusted into it. All the while fingers in her sex and others tugged her breast, as her senses were again overwhelmed by these two guards.

Over and over they would take her to that brink before pushing her over the edge, her body undulating in arousal until exhaustion began to take hold of her. She lost time, no longer sure if it was day or night.

Miss McGhee you may dress now.

She slowly began to dress as the three men left, as if having lost interest in her. Slipping that black jacket on, once again the wrinkled old Chinese woman suddenly appeared, her grin mocking. She had probably been here once herself, used by some previous man until finally he tired of her.

With her sing song language she motioned for her to follow and she did since again through the maze of rooms. She could feel the dampness before she saw it. Again she had Whisper remove the jacket and climb into the steamy water before stripping to climb into the water too.

Just like before, she personally bathed her, the sponge and her hands intimate in ways that she didn't want to understand. Pushing her yet again towards that same old cliff that she had been over so many times the past couple of days.

Couple of days. Couple of days? Just how long had it been since that facetious Reverend and his people had abandon her to the pirates, and now to this life?

Hands washing and cleaning, brushing and teasing her body. Her nipples standing at attention, her body humming. Goosebumps on her skin as the woman hummed some innocuous tune until Whisper thought that she would scream.

Once through, she stepped out and the woman dried her off, her nipples aching and her sex already eager again. Then she gave her another black silk jacket, its hem barely covering her buttocks and sex.

She motioned for Whisper to relax among some silk pillows before giving her a cup of hot tea, it’s taste a bit bitter but welcomed. As was the plate with a sandwich, ham thick and topped with thick slices of cheese. She was hungry in more ways than one. Her belly tumbled and she quickly ate the sandwich, eating every morsel and licking her fingers clean.

Once the tea was gone she sat there for a moment, waiting to see if the old woman would return. After a couple of minutes of her tying to get comfortable on the cushions, it appeared that she would have some private time.

For some reason, while the old woman had bathed her, between the sponge and those old wrinkled fingers, there was a need that seemed to grow. She had hoped that taking time out to eat would allow it to die, but instead it had merely grown until she could no longer ignore it.

With one last look, and seeing no one, her delicate fingers slipped down to that space between her legs already wet again.

Soon she was laying back among the silk cushions, her fingers rubbing herself to yet another flight amongst the clouds. In order to keep from yelling out where anyone could hear and know what she was doing, Whisper bit her lip.

This was actually the first time that she had done something like this on her own, without being ordered to do so. Being used in such a way seemed to be turning her into something decadent, or rather someone decadent.

She quietly shuddered, her heart racing as she slowly came back down to earth. She was tired. All day she had been used and it had worn her out. She began to relax, laying back amongst the pile of silk pillows. Her eyes drifted closed as she fell asleep, her bare legs tangled in the pillows and the black silk jacket covering her body. Her hair had dried and spilled across the plump pillows like molten copper.

 

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Ming watched the little tableau between his naive little concubine and the old woman. He was amazed how Mae Ling could excite Miss McGhee’s supple young body bring her to the very brink of ecstasy and then deny the young redheaded beauty leaving Whisper’s gorgeous young body hungering for sexual release. Yes Mae Ling was an expert in the training of innocent young beauties.

A little smile shown in Mae Ling’s dark eyes as her hands finally slipped from the young western redhead’s body. Ming was just about to leave his secluded viewing area when a low sensual moan caught his attention. Whisper with a deep blush and a very guilty look, and seeing no one, her delicate fingers slipped down to that space between her shapely legs, between her smooth velvet thighs, to her moist needy pussy. Soon she was laying back among the silk cushions, her fingers rubbing her throbbing little clit, as she coaxed herself to yet another flight amongst the clouds. Ming smiled as he watched the young girl pleasure herself. He watched as in order to keep from yelling out her shameful, sinful ecstasy, and with her blush deepening, Whisper bit her lip, to stifle her scream of ecstasy.

Ming was pleased with Whisper’s progression but it was now time for this chaste western beauty to learn to cum on command for his pleasure. Ming again employed his steam powered “Mechanical lovers” on Whisper. Again Whisper rode the bench he had placed her on the first day. Ming also introduced to a device that would endlessly fuck her delicate pussy as he fucked her firm little ass as a second dildo fucked her mouth and throat. Little could Whisper McGhee know that she was not only being trained to cum on command as her master whisper; Cum for me Miss McGhee but also prepare her to pleasure three men at the same time.

After each demanding session in the little guardian pagoda there was a sensually seductive bath where Mae Ling would once more seduce the little redheaded missionary and arouse her supple young body and yet leave Whisper hungering for sexual release.

Some days Ming would call Whisper to him and he would use her again and force her to cum on command as he fucked her. Each night Miss Whisper McGhee would lie at the foot of her Master’s bed at his feet like a favored pet.

 

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Life became a blur. Her days were no longer marked by whether or not the sun rose and set but rather whether she was awake or asleep. Day became night, and then changed back to day.

Once again she was taken to the little garden house where the machine was. Once again, despite her tears, her Master had her sit on the bench, legs straddled on either side as her ankles were chained to the floor. Yet this time, instead of chaining her arms above her head he had her lay her upper body down on the bench before her.

This was something different and that scared her. She had hoped that she had pleased him and would not have to go on what he called her ‘Mechanical Lover’. Yet as she was stretched out on this bench, it was almost like being on all 4’s - a very unladylike position and especially when nude and exposed. But then again, none of this had been ladylike. And she seemed to spend less time with clothes on than being exposed like this.

There was a loud hiss and a great belch of steam as she felt the cold steel part her sex and slide inside her. From the way that he had her sitting, or rather laying, she was once again trapped, unable to move, her breast pressed against the wooden bench. She could not even see where her Master was, assuming that he was either behind her in his chamber of horrors, or that he had lost interest in her and left.

Suddenly, there were hands on her buttocks and she started, surprised. Yet fear gripped her when she felt his hands pull apart the firm pale globes of her buttocks, allowing cool air to brush against that puckered star.

As soon as she felt the tip of his manhood pressing against her anus, the tears began to well up in her eyes. Such a thing could not be possible, yet here he was, pressing slowly into her body. All the while, his devil’s machine continued its relentless intrusion into her sex, never missing a beat. Soon it became this never ending war between her Master and the Machine, with his hands gripping her hips. He would thrust in hard, his body slapping against hers as the machine would draw back out of her. Then her Master would draw back out of her anus just as the machine would thrust back into her sex.

It felt as if the two were somehow rubbing against each other inside her, their seesaw motion driving her quickly to the skies despite the pain of having her Master “fuck” her anus while the machine steadily thrust up into her. She could not understand how something so uncomfortable, and a bit painful could still raise her into her flight amongst the clouds.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours and her taking many flights skyward, she would feel him press hard and deep into her bottom to deposit his seed. Then he eventually would pull out and cool air would brush against the space as the machine continued its job. Soon she would feel his seed begin to seep out of her anus to run along that cleft to mix with her spendings that coated the machine, the bench, her legs and the floor beneath the bench.

Each time she would hope that it was over. Yet, after a bit she would again feel his hands on her buttocks, the warm tip of his manhood pressed against the anus before he would ram it in, forcing the air from her lungs with a whoosh as he once again joined in the thrusting in, alternating with the machine.

This seemed to go on indefinitely until finally, he gave one last hard thrust and as she felt the warmth fill her overstuffed bowels, the machine belched and hissed to stop. She was exhausted and could not have moved even if she wanted to.

He finally pulled out of her and began to unbind her. She tried to move her legs and arms, finding them half asleep but eventually she was able to kneel before him, feeling sticky between her legs as his seed oozed from her anus. Then her would offer her his hand, and as if leading a pet would take her through the garden to the house. The maze seemed different each time and she suspected that she was being taken different ways so she would not know her way out. That way, escape would be impossible.

Each time, that wrinkled old woman would be waiting. She and the Master would talk in their language, the woman nodding and bowing repeatedly, that devilish grin on her face as if she knew all that had transpired. Or as if she was looking forward to what she would do to Whisper and her body.

Then after each sensuous session in the bath, a black silk jacket that barely covered her privates would be put on her before giving her a cup of hot bitter tea and some kind of food - a sandwich or something like that. Left alone, after her meal she would lay back among the silk pillows and use her fingers to give herself some relief from what she had been through.

After sleeping she would be once again led to the machine that had always been spotlessly cleaned to be hooked up and go through the whole ritual the same as before. It got to the point that when she would see where he was taking her, her body would react, getting wet between her legs. Soon she started to hear his voice in her ear - Cum for me Miss McGhee - as she would fly up into the clouds, her body twitching with her limitations of movement.

Then one day he introduced something new. While the steam machine fucked her sex and he fucked her anus, a new machine had been brought in, strapped around her head and when turned on, began to push an all too familiar shape into her mouth. With her hands and feet bound, she had no choice but to accept being pushed and prodded between the two machines and her Master.

Occasionally the machines were not used. Instead she would be brought to his room where he lay on his bed, his silk robe open and his manhood rising above all. He would have her remove her jacket to crawl up on the bed. Sometimes he would have her lay back as he slipped off his robe and climbed between her soft thighs to fuck her endlessly, telling her when to come to him. As she would look up at him, over his shoulder was a carved dragon in the underside of the wooden bed canopy, fiercely looking down at her. It was as if she were being fucked by that dragon. Over and over he took her, as if he had boundless energy. Then sleep would come, curled up on top of her covers at the foot of the bed, as if she were no longer a person but rather a play toy.

 

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Miss Whisper McGhee’s first week as Ming’s concubine had been spent in daily trips to the little garden pagoda where she was sensually and seductively seduced by the devilish machines that fucked her, tormented her, and sent her flying soaring in sinful ecstasy as he whispered Cum for me now Miss McGhee! Slowly day by day Whisper supple young body was trained to cum on his sensually whispered command. When the stunning little redheaded Missionary had learned to cum on command Ming started her next phase of training.

Whisper would find herself strapped to a steam powered machine her pussy invaded and delighted by the steam powered dildo, her sweet mouth forced to suckle another, while her Master pounded into her tight little ass. Ming would delight as Whisper’s arousal grew, to now deny her permission to cum. He would wait until the little redheaded missionary would tearfully sob to be let to cum. If she could not obey Ming and came, then she was punished, her mechanical lover set to pound into both her sweet ass and pussy as the machine used her succulent mouth. Slowly Whisper body and mind were schooled not to cum unless her master cooed You may Cum now Miss McGhee. By the end of her first week as Ming’s sexual concubine Whisper had learned to cum on command and to deny herself until she was granted permission to cum.

After her training sessions she was always sensually and seductively bathed by Mae Ling until her gorgeous young body hummed with Whisper’s need to cum where she was left on the bed of pillows to satisfy her burning need with her own delicate fingers. Then one day at the beginning of Whisper McGhee’s second week as Ming’s sexual concubine, her sensual and seductive bath done Whisper waited for her simple black silk peasant’s jacket. Yet for the first time the old woman spoke to Whisper in her own language. “You will follow me now Miss McGhee.” The old woman spoke clearly and in a cultured manner very much as her Master did.

The old woman led Whisper, naked as the day she born, through the palace to a large will lit room. There Whisper saw her trunks from the little river steamer. “Kneel as you have been taught girl……eyes down cast, your firm little ass resting on your heels, palms of your hands palm down on your thighs your thighs spread so all can see your delicate pussy blosom.” Mae Ling waited for Whisper to do as commanded. Mae Ling slowly circled the young redhead and inspected her from every angle, her finger tips sensually trailing over the western beauty’s flawless ivory skin. “Wider…….spread your thighs wider Miss McGhee.”

Mae Ling clapped her hands three times and the strains of a foreign and sensual song began to float through the room. “Dress in your western clothes.” The old woman watched as the little redhead did as she was told. When she was dressed Mae Ling commanded Whisper to dance. Mae ling stopped Whisper several times, showed her how to dance more seductively. When the young western beauty mastered the art Mae ling simply said. “Now strip out of your clothes as you dance Miss McGhee!”

 

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Poor Whisper. Her world became sex. Some days seemed to be never ending with her body being used by some combination of machines and/or her Master. And it surprised her that her Master seemed to have as much unlimited stamina as the steam machines that he enjoyed using on her.

Then one day she was surprised. After having been used particularly diligently by the machines, as usual she was taken to the bathing room to be bathed by the old woman. Whisper’s life had become rather isolated as the only actual people that she ever saw was the old woman and her Master, and one didn’t speak English and the other only spoke to her when her wanted her to come.

She had just endured yet another particularly grueling round on the machines followed by the standard bath from the old lady. As she waited for her black silk jacket, the old woman shocked her by speaking English to her.

You will follow me now Miss McGhee.

Whisper’s eyes widened in surprise and a million things flooded her mind. There were so many questions that she had and yet every day she realized that she was no longer a person but instead had become a thing, a sexual toy without wants or needs.

So, when the old woman turned and walked out of the room, Whisper was well aware that her job was to obey. She followed her out of the room, once again naked through the maze of rooms and corridors until they reached a new room, one rather large with many lanterns lighting the room. In the middle of the room sat her steamer trunk. It had to be hers as she saw her initials engraved on the side.

Her attention was brought back to the old woman as she spoke again.

Kneel as you have been taught girl……eyes down cast, your firm little ass resting on your heels, palms of your hands palm down on your thighs your thighs spread so all can see your delicate pussy.

Whisper did not hesitate but gracefully knelt before the old woman. She was aware of the women circling her though all she could see of her was the hem of her skirt as she passed in front. But she could feel her, the wrinkled fingertips making little paths over her bare skin.

The old woman stopped in front of Whisper and using her foot, nudged Whisper’s knees further apart.

Wider…….spread your thighs wider Miss McGhee.

She did as instructed, not sure what to expect. Suddenly the old woman clapped her hands three times and from nowhere came the sound of strange music. Certainly not a tune that she would recognize and yet she saw no one playing an instrument.

Dress in your western clothes.

For the first time in some while she donned her own clothes. It was nice, yet somehow seemed a bit strange as now there were so many more layer of clothes. Since this whole fiasco had occurred, she had been forced to either be naked or wear a black silk jacket. Now here she was slipping on what she had once thought of as slightly racy pantaloons, or a fitted whalebone corset over the lacy blouse, or petticoats under a perky skirt.

Once dressed, she waited a minute as the old woman looked her over. Then she gave her the command to dance.

Dance? Whisper had never really danced that much. After all, it was usually the pagan and idol rich that had balls and cotillions and such. Yet Whisper had seen dancing and began with a simple waltz, moving a bit hesitantly.

The old woman soon showed her that she had a more sensual movement in mind, grabbing Whisper’s hips to slowly sway them back and forth. It was almost like sex without the fucking.

Despite her advanced age, the old woman was not above demonstrating exactly what she wanted Whisper to do and after some stopping and starting, she must have eventually begun to show some improvement as she began to nod her head, or would say “good”.

Finally, she stopped her and announced Now strip out of your clothes as you dance Miss McGhee!

That was a lot easier said than done. She tried to do the dance the way that the old woman had taught her. However, with the petticoats and pantaloons and unlacing the corset and everything, frequently Whisper would forget to dance, or would dance and have the lace knot up until finally Whisper’s legs get tangled up in the petticoat and she slipped on it, falling on the floor.

Laying face down in the pile of clothing and wearing only her pantaloons, Whisper was frustrated. This was not something that she had done before. Oh how she wished that she had never left home, had never watched the magic lantern show, and had NEVER heard of a Reverend Culpeper!

 

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Mae Ling was pleased with Whisper’s progress. Sense her arrival the young western beauty had demonstrated that she had a very pronounced submissive nature. The little redheaded missionary meekly obeyed the instructions she was given. Mae Ling was also pleased at how easily Whisper’s supple young body was aroused and enjoyed the little gasps of pleasure that bubbled from the little redhead’s lips and the way that her sweet little pale pink rosebud nipples became hard little pebbles. Yet she was most pleased with the girl when she started to masturbate after her bath as Whisper sought her own sexual release.

Mae Ling looked down on Whisper and corrected her posture as the young beauty knelt in a position of resting display and was please at how quickly the girl opened her creamy thighs till her little clit blossomed Shyly Whisper began to dance, and it was obvious that the girl was not use to dancing. Yet the little redhead’s movements where fluid and graceful and sensually seductive. Mae Ling found the way Whisper’s hips moved was sexually arousing yet she also saw the girl had problems with the art of the erotic nature of what she was required to do as she danced. Despite her advanced age, the old woman was not above demonstrating exactly what she wanted Whisper to do and after some stopping and starting, she must have eventually begun to show some improvement as she began to nod her head, or would say “good”.


The girl looked so happy when Mae Ling told her to dress in her own clothing and she savored the wide eyed shock when she told Miss McGee to dance and strip out of her clothing. Finally, she stopped her and announced Now strip out of your clothes as you dance Miss McGhee!

Whisper tried so desperately to do dance the way that the old woman had taught her. Yet, with her unfamiliarity with the art of dancing, and having to contend with the bilious petticoats of her western dress her pantaloons and unlacing the corset, frequently Whisper would forget to dance, or would dance and have the lace knot up until finally Whisper’s legs get tangled up in the petticoat and she slipped on it, falling on the floor.

Mae Ling stooped and held out her hands to the young beauty that lay prostrate at her feet. Mae Ling lifted up Whisper. “Kneel Miss McGhee.” Mae Ling smiled down at Whisper and she cupped the girl’s chin in the palm of her hand. “To dance and strip out of your clothing is the art of seduction Miss McGhee.” The old woman smiled again down into Whisper’s stunning green eyes; “ When you remove your corset pause in your dance turn your back to those that watch slowly unlace it and then let it slip from your body.” Mae Ling knew there was no need to tell the girl to blush as she did that quite naturally. Mae Ling gave Whisper several more ideas as to how to pause her dance to remove some of the more difficult items of her clothing.

“Miss McGhee Dress and try again.” The music had feel silent while Mae Ling instructed the young redhead in the erotic art of the striptease. The old woman clapped her hand three times and the music began again and Mae Ling watched as Whisper once more began to dance.

 

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It took some time before Whisper began to be able to put it all together and effectively undress while dancing. Periodically the old woman would stop her, demonstrating a better way to do something. She also had Whisper not put on her boots but instead stay in her stocking feet.

The entire time, the music would stop when the old woman spoke, and would begin again when she clapped her hands three times. Yet never did she see just who was playing the strange-sounding instrument. The entire setting almost had an unearthly feel, and the thought crossed her mind that perhaps the music came from yet one more of her Master’s steam machines.

Finally the old woman seemed to see that Whisper was exhausted having been up for a lengthy period of time. She had first been used by the machines and her Master, then had a bath and finally spent what felt like hours learning to dance and strip. The woman had her once more strip before giving her the black silk jacket and leading her through the maze to the bedroom with the dragon bed. The Master was not there and the old woman motioned to the bed before she grinned and left.

Since she had motioned that she could, Whisper climbed gratefully onto the foot of the bed, as usual, curling up on top of the bedding. Cool air brushed across her sex as it peeked out from the hem of her jacket.

Whisper’s world seemed turned upside down. As she drifted off to sleep, the movements that the old woman had taught her played over and over again in her mind.

She really did not understand why her Master would use the machines on her. Why buy her if he was intent upon using her in such a manner. Though she had to admit that at least she was not starved or beaten. And when she wore clothes, they were usually fine silks.

Sleep finally gave her the rest that she so desperately needed.

 

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Mae Ling was surprised at how graceful Miss McGhee was. The girl was possessed of a natural fluid grace and that combined with her stunning young body an delicate features, Mae ling knew would fire any mans lust for her. As she looked down on the sleeping girl, laying there in her black silk jacket her firm breast peeking from the jacket Mae Ling felt her own lust for this innocent young beauty stirring.



Whisper's breathing was deep and even as she lay in her sea of pillows. Mae Ling eased back the material of the silken jacket to bare fully Whisper's breasts. The old woman slowly and sensually rolled the young girl's nipple under the pad of her finger. Mae Ling watched as she slowly awoken and aroused Whisper's gorgeous young body. Mae Ling wondered if this chaste young beauty would now satisfy her awakening sexual desire. Each time this young western beauty gave in to her carnal desire Mae Ling knew that the next time the little redheaded missionary's supple young body would rush to betray her and embrace the dark forbidden pleasure. Even in her innocent sleep Miss Whisper McGhee's training as a sexual concubine continued.



Mae Ling came to Ming late that night and bowed before him, her forehead pressed to the floor. "She is ready Master...…" Her voice was low and respectfully.
"....When she dances men will want her ...will do anything to possess her." Ming smiled at Mae Ling's words.


"Then it is time that Miss McGhee meets and entertains my guests." A malicious smile bowed Ming's lips. Bring our young redheaded missionary to wait for me on her pillow." Mae Ling bowed three times each time her forehead touched the floor before Ming and then she kissed his foot.

Mae ling went to do as she was bid. The old woman led Whisper to the dark room where there was just the single pillow. She turned to Whisper “There are three positions you must know and assume immediately. The first you know the resting display position, kneeling resting on your heels and your knees spread. The second is the display position. If you are kneeling Miss McGhee place your hands at the nape of your neck, elbows out straight, back arched and knees spread. If you are standing Miss McGhee place your hands at the nape of your neck, back arched, and legs spread so your master has free access to your pussy.” The old woman then ordered Whisper into each position and corrected her little mistakes before telling her to kneel. Whisper was left to await her Master’s pleasure. It was an hour later that her Master came.

“Miss McGhee I require your attendance this evening as I have several guests coming.” Ming paused to let Whisper imagination run wild as to what he would require of her. “You shall wear western clothing.” After Ming’s announcement he led Whisper to the garden pagoda where her supple young body was excited and aroused but not allowed to be satisfied sexually. Ming wanted that gorgeous young body hungering for the evening’s entertainment.

 

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Sex had by now invaded her dreams. Unaware of the additional training that occurred in her sleep, she would dream of the machine that would fuck here. In her sleep, she knew not that the old woman played with her body, or that she watched her sleep. Nor did she know that the old woman heard her subconscious moans of need, or that she saw Whisper’s hand find its way between her legs, her slender young fingers seeking her wet slit, searching for her inflamed nub. Or how in her sleep, with nipples hard and pointing, those same fingers rubbed and played and slipped inside her own sex until with a little cry her back would arch as she came in her sleep.

Whisper always chalked it up to lurid dreams. Dreams that she had no control over because of the machines and her Master using her. And the sinfully sensuous baths that the old woman gave her. She had no idea that she was being watched 24 hours a day. That even when she thought that she was all alone, she was not.

She had blushed furiously when the old woman had made her sit on the side of the bath and spread her legs, allowing the woman to remove any new copper hairs that had sprung up over her sex. To remove any hairs from her legs and under her arms before applying a lotion to all the newly exposed skin so the all remained smooth and soft. To slipping that black silk jacket on her, the jacket so short the when her walked, exposed flashes of her buttocks and sex. The silk jacket that rubbed and excited her nipple when she moved.

Just as she had no idea exactly what that bitter herb tea was that she was made to drink each day. Whisper lived in a cocoon, knowing only what her Master wanted her to know.

So to her, it was just another day when the old woman awoke her and had her remove her jacket, following her to the room where the pillow was that she usually knelt upon. This morning, the old woman gave her new instructions.

There are three positions you must know and assume immediately. The first you know the resting display position, kneeling resting on your heels and your knees spread. The second is the display position. If you are kneeling Miss McGhee place your hands at the nape of your neck, elbows out straight, back arched and knees spread. If you are standing Miss McGhee place your hands at the nape of your neck, back arched, and legs spread so your master has free access to your pussy.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, the old woman worked with her, having her get repeatedly in the different positions and correcting her when needed. Finally, she had her kneel on the pillow and left her alone to wait for the Master. It seemed forever before she finally heard the rustle of his silk robe.

Her Master was quiet for a moment, though in the kneeling position with her eyes cast down to the floor, she knew not where his eyes gazed - her copper locks, or her swan-like neck, her firm full breast with hard nipples, or her sex revealed by her spreading knees, or her pert buttocks that rested on her heels, or her red lips that were licked by her pink tongue. Still, she waited as had been taught.

Miss McGhee I require your attendance this evening as I have several guests coming.

Who? What kind of guest? How many? Why did he need her? To show off to his countrymen how rich he was, that he owned a Western woman? Or was there another reason?

You shall wear western clothing.

Oh, please let him NOT have her strip for these people!

Before she could ponder further, he as usual took her hand to lead her outside. Led her to the oh so familiar garden house with the sex machines. Her body began to get excited despite her desire to run. Despite her hesitation. Once again he bound her on the bench to lay straddling so that his machine could probe her sex, to invade her mouth. All while her Master fucked her anus.

Yet today was different. Today she got no chance to fly. Not once all day did he whisper in her ear to come for him. Suddenly, everything would pause as her body felt frustration and disappointment. Over and over there was no flight but instead a gradual loss of the thrill before once again her Master and the machines would begin again.

Yet in her mind she was wondering just what tonight was about.

 

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“Miss McGhee I require your attendance this evening as I have several guests coming.” Ming paused to let Whisper imagination run wild as to what he would require of her. “You shall wear western clothing.” Ming’s then led Whisper to the garden pagoda where her supple young body was excited and aroused but not allowed to be satisfied sexually. Ming enjoyed playing with his little redheaded concubine using his devilish machines to arouse, tease and torment the young beauty’s gorgeous young body, and then leave her hungering for sexual release.

As usual after Ming was through with her, Whisper was given into the care of Mae Ling. The old woman made sure that the Whisper’s bath was more sensual, seductive and erotic that ever. Mae Ling loved the little mewing that bubbled from the young girl’s moist ripe lips. That soft mewing and her sensual little gasp soon turned to frustrating little groans. For hours now Whisper had been denied any sexual release, her supple young body hummed with the need for release, yet she was not left alone where she could find that yearned for release by her own delicate fingers.

Mae Ling had chosen a dress for Whisper to wear. The blouse was a modest, striped, and short sleeved with a high collar. The corset was a rich burgundy and would accent both Whisper’s narrow little waist and the flare of her hips as it lifted her firm young breasts. The skirt was a russet color, it was more daring, with a slit and a gathered helm that would reveal her shapely leg with each step that she took. The starched quality of her attire would ensure that Miss Whisper McGhee’s gorgeous young body would remain aroused. Bathed and dressed Whisper was led to a great hall where her Master and guests were seated. Mae Ling instructed Whisper that she was to enter bow to her Master and then kneel by his side in the resting position with her eyes demurely down cast.

When Whisper entered the hall the conversation feel silent and all eyes were on the stunning young western beauty. They drank in her beauty as she took her place kneeling at her Master’s side, her firm little derrière resting on her heels, her palm down on her thighs and her soft eyes demurely down cast. Ming took a piece of meat from his plate and held it out to Whisper, it was obvious that he wanted her to eat from his fingers, So Ming fed the gorgeous young beauty from his hand. When the meal was done Ming turned to his little concubine. “Miss McGhee dance for my guests.”

Ming clapped his hands three times and again music, music that Whisper knew all so well, began to play. All that Ming had told Whisper to do was dance. He had not told her to strip. Ming saw the relief in the little missionary eyes. He watched as her young body began to move in time with the music. She was graceful and sensually seductive the way that she moved. When she was finished there was a murmuring among Ming’s guests and Ming turned again to Whisper. “Miss McGhee dance and bare your body to my guests!” Again he clapped his hands and again the music played.

 

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All day she had been pushed to the precipice yet every time she had been denied the chance to fall over it, to take flight and soar. By the time that her Master finally unbound her from the bench, she had not flown once that day. As she was walked from the little garden house, she looked back to see a new sight - a bench devoid of her spendings.

Her bath was just as frustrating as the old woman’s fingers seemed to know just how to tease but stop short of releasing her from this itch that she longed to scratch. She could not wait to be alone do she could find some relief.

Yet that too was denied as the old woman stayed with her, helping her to dress. For a moment she had forgotten the party that her Master was giving. She was not allowed her boots and instead had only her stocking feet. She longed to ask questions but she didn’t know which if any the woman would answer.

She was told to follow as once again they traveled through the maze of rooms and corridors till they stopped outside a door. It was then that the old woman gave her one last set of instructions on how to enter before opening the door.

Whisper saw before her a banquet room, large and apparently filled with people. As she stepped inside and bowed to her Master. It grew quiet and butterflies filled her stomach. She glanced nervously around trying to see just who her Master entertained. It looked like somewhere around 5 to 7 men, all Asian like her Master. But she dared not look to closely. She traveled straight to her Master, bowing again before kneeling by his side in the resting position. She was glad that the skirt that she wore easily hid her underwear and spreading knees. She kept her eyes cast down to the floor.

Suddenly a piece of meat appeared where she could see it as he held it barely brushing her lips. Like a meek baby bird, she opened her mouth and he placed it on her tongue. She blushed. Being fed like the Master’s lap dog. She supposed next she would do tricks.

Talk resumed all in the sing song language and she knew not what was said. They could be talking about the price of beans or the weather, or about her. Through the entire meal she kept her eyes on the floor, not even looking up when he fed her the little bites of meat.

Miss McGhee dance for my guests.

She supposed that her mind had wandered a bit, but at the mention of her name her heart began to race. Dance! That was all he had told her to do and thought the movements would be somewhat suggestive, she would still be clothes.

She bowed as he clapped three times and the now familiar music began. Like before, she did not see the musicians.

Gracefully she rose and walked to the cente of the room, trying not to look at the men that eagerly waited. In her mind, she would dance for her Master. Her hip began, the movements already beginning to be second nature to her.

A twirl her and there would reveal her stocking feet, a hip roll to reveal a shapely leg. Her copper hair hung down her back in loose curls as in gleamed in the lamplight like molten metal. Here and there were only glimpses of her skin yet nothing was really shown as she slowly sank up the floor in graceful supplication.

She waited, her forehead pressed to the floor, the sound of men talking amongst themselves.

Miss McGhee dance and bare your body to my guests!

Her head jerked up in time to see him clap three times. The look he gave her told her that he meant his words. Her face flushed her shame as slowly she rose off the floor. It was quiet as the grave in the room save for the sound of the music.

Her emerald eyes began to glisten with unshed tears as she tried to blank her mind and begin the dance again, this time her finger shaking a bit as piece by piece she removed each item of clothing - the corset laces gliding from their eyelets, the buttons of the blouse slipping from each buttonhole, the waistband unhooking as each article of clothing fluttered and fell to the floor. She spun, her hair fanning out like rays of an angry sun. Then a hip roll here, a step and another hip roll before her petticoats slid down silky legs. Her shoulder lifted, then the other as piece by piece bare skin was revealed and the floor was littered with her clothes. Her body was rosy tinted shame yet she never looked up to see the hungry eyes, or the lascivious smiles. She attempted to remove herself mentally from where she was or what she did, despite the humming that buzzed through her body as she danced.

Finally as the last strains of music died, she fluttered to the floor in her ending poses, kneeling with her forehead to the floor, like a turtle without its shell. She tried to hold her breath and wait for ... what, she knew not. But she was scared.

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Whisper’s outfit
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All eyes were on Whisper when her Master ordered her to dance. They were amazed at the fluid grace of her movements and the sensually seductive way that her hips rolled and she gave them just a peek of her pale alabaster skin. They murmured their approval as the proud little redheaded missionary she slowly sank up the floor in graceful supplication to her master. Yet when Ming ordered Whisper; “Miss McGhee dance and bare your body to my guests!”

Whisper’s head jerked up and her stunning emerald green eyes were wide with fear and silently begged Ming not to demand this of her but the look he gave her told her that he meant his words. The young western beauty, her face flushed with her shame, as slowly she rose off the floor. Ming’s guests leaned forward in anticipation at seeing the unveiling of this stunning young western beauty. Whisper’s copper hair hung down her back in loose curls, it gleamed in the lamplight like molten copper. Her emerald eyes began to glisten with unshed tears, Whisper eyelashes fluttered as she blinked away her tears. Then she rose slowly and then began to dance again. This time her finger shock as bit as piece by piece she removed each item of clothing to reveal her gorgeous young body to the leering men. the corset laces gliding from their eyelets, the buttons of the blouse slipping from each buttonhole, the waistband unhooking as each article of clothing fluttered and fell to the floor. She spun, her hair fanning out like rays of an angry sun. Then a hip roll here, a step and another hip roll before her petticoats slid down silky legs. Her shoulder lifted, then the other as piece by piece bare skin was revealed and the floor was littered with her clothes. Her body was rosy tinted shame yet she never looked up to see the hungry eyes, or the lascivious smiles. There was no mistaking the sweet musky scent of the little missionary’s growing arousal as she danced.

As the last strains of the music died, Whisper gracefully sunk to the floor naked as the day she was born except for the white silk stockings and their little blue graters. Whisper kneeling with her forehead pressed to the floor, her firm little ass turned to Ming’s guests. “Rise Miss McGhee and assume the position of display.”

Ming turned Whisper to face his guests and guided her hands to the nape of her slender neck. He whispered into her ear “Arch your back Miss McGhee and spread your legs so they can see your little clit blossom in your sweet pussy.” Then Ming invited his guests to inspect his little western concubine. An Officer of the Imperial Army was the first to inspect Whisper. His rough hands slid over her firm young breasts. Her position of display had thrust her breasts out and up as if she were offering them to him. He rolled and pinched her nipples until Whisper moaned. His hand slid down the hapless girl’s gorgeous supple body until it rested on her hip and then he dipped his hand between Whisper’s legs and began to finger fuck her. His back eyes boring into her emerald green eyes. He was the first to grope the little redheaded missionary.

Ming allowed each man to torment the young concubine in his own way, their only restriction was that she was not allowed to cum. When each of the men had finished toying with Whisper’s and her little pussy glistened with her need to cum Ming simply said, “Miss McGhee recline on the table and pleasure yourself to amuse my guests.”

Ming had just commanded his chaste little concubine to masturbate for their pleasure. Whisper knew will that disobedience carried consequences.

 

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Rise Miss McGhee and assume the position of display.

These were not words that she wanted to hear and her blush deepened as she slowly began to sit up. Despite still wearing her stockings and garters, she was totally naked and so exposed before these men. Her time in the hands of the pirates flashed before her eyes, and the looks that she glimpsed in the eyes of these men gathered in this room was the same looks, and it scared her. Yet, somewhere deep inside of her where she refused to look, her body already was excited.

This confused and scared her and she refused to accept it. After all, this was being forced upon her, through no fault of her own.

Her Master had risen and come to turn her around so that she faced out to the men. Arch your back Miss McGhee and spread your legs so they can see your little clit blossom in your sweet pussy His cultured voice was soft in her ear, yet behind his words was a threat. At least, it felt like a threat. To do as he said or suffer the consequences.

Her whole body blushed as her breast were thrust up and out before the men, as her legs were spread obscenely wide so that every nook and cranny of her shaven and exposed sex could be seen by everyone.

All conversations were in their sing song language save when her Master would give her an order. So she was surprised when the first man came up and began to paw her breast. The man was mean and scared her as his large hands seemed to measure their size before he began to play with her nipples, pinching and pulling them and rolling the hard nub between his fingertips.

She could feel the callouses on his hands and he ran them down her body before sticking his finger into her wet sex, pushing in and out much like her Master sometimes did. But he stopped before she had a chance to fly though she did see him licking his finger as he returned to his seat.

It seemed that each man was to be allowed a chance to touch her in some form or other, with some playing with her sex while others seemed to prefer her anus, licking their fingers before sticking it up that dark hole.

And through it all, her Master stood beside her, his hand on her shoulder. Each man was allowed to come up and play with her body yet each stopped before flight took place and her body was frustrated. Some men were small and graceful and others seemed incredibly large or tall.

Eventually each man had fondled her like a new pet dog and she hoped that the entire thing would be over.

Miss McGhee recline on the table and pleasure yourself to amuse my guests.

She was to have no out, there was no relief. He clapped twice and two servants appeared carrying a low wide table much like a coffee table. Her Master took her hand and she gracefully rose to walk to the table that had been placed in the center of the room.

She was led so that when she reclined, a large portion of the men would be able to watch between her legs. Glancing down, she could see her chest was a bright red and she was sure that the rest of her was too.

Her Master stood over her, the look on his face told her that NO was not an option so she reached down between her legs. She had remembered the rules. She would not be allowed to fly until her Master told her that she could. And to speak before being spoken to was not allowed either so she could not ask if she could come, as he put it. She would have to hope that he would understand how already her body was humming, already her body was needy. Because she had not had her release all day, had not bee allowed to fly all day, it would not take much pleasuring to be ready to take to the sky like the birds. Because those men, shameful as it has been, had been allowed to touch her body, Whisper felt like a string pulled tight, ready to snap.

The shame she felt at being forced to do such a naughty act was overwhelmed by her body’s craving for release.

Fingers shook as she rubbed her sex, the wet squelching sounds that they made seemed loud enough that surely every man in the room could hear it.

Her body eventually began to twitch, wanting, nay needing the command to Come to me, Miss McGhee. Her nipples were hard, like the tips of arrows that could pierce leather. Gasps and moans floated from between her lips, her eyes closed as she concentrated on denying herself the pleasure that her body craved.

 

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Whisper McGhee whole body blushed the most adorable shade of crimson as her breast were thrust up and out before these lustful men, as her legs were spread obscenely wide so that every nook and cranny of her shaven little pussy was exposed and blossomed so her throbbing little clit could be seen by everyone. Whisper’s blushed deepened even more as the men had tool indecent liberties with her gorgeous needy young body. After these lecherous men had teased and pawed at her breasts, nipples, pussy and even her puckered anus.

Ming could see that Whisper hoped her night of sin and shame was over when the last man had taken his seat. She had turned her soulful emerald green eyes towards her Master. Ming casually dashed Whisper’s hopes as he calmly ordered; ‘Miss McGhee recline on the table and pleasure yourself to amuse my guests.” Ming clapped twice and two servants appeared carrying a low wide table. Her Master took her hand and she gracefully rose to walk to the table that had been placed in the center of the room, there was no escape for the sunning little redhead. Her Master stood over her, the look on his face told her that NO was not an option so Whisper McGhee accepted her fate. Whisper slid her hand down over her quivering abdomen and her shaven pussy to reached down between her legs and slide her delicate fingers into her hot moist pussy.

Whisper was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. She would not be allowed to fly until her Master told her that she could. And to speak before being spoken to was not allowed either, so she could not ask if she could cum. Those soft tear shimmering emerald green eyes pleaded so eloquently with her Master. Ming remained silent as he watched Whisper silently finger fuck her needy little pussy. He loved each little moan, each little sensual gasp, And each little staggered mewing that escaped from his little concubines full moist ripe lips.

Ming knew well that Miss Whisper McGhee supple young body had been schooled to cum on command, and that it had also been schooled to deny herself until that permission to cum had been granted. Whisper’s head lulled from side to side, her back arched as first one and then two fingers furiously fucked her own pussy. “Play with your breasts and nipples Miss McGhee!..........hard………rougher Miss McGhee!”

Ming’s guest drew ever nearer their lust to possess, to fuck the young western beauty was quite obvious. When tears streaked Whisper’s flawless cheeks as she whimpered in her burning need Ming simply said; “Cum for me Miss McGhee.” His voice was calm as he finally Gave the hapless little missionary permission to Cum.