The Silken Dragon

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Her body seemed to take over, almost obliterating where she was. Until her Master’s voice cut through the haze of desire, the smoldering embers that burned deep within her, almost threatening to have her burst into flames.

Play with your breasts and nipples Miss McGhee!..........hard………rougher Miss McGhee!

Her fingers wet from her own slit slid up her body to take her breast, smearing her desire over the smooth skin, over the pillowy mounds, finding her nipples to tweak and pinch and pull on them as her Master’s words echoed in her brain. Her body flushed with need and desire, rosy and flawless save for the small tattoo on her inner thigh that told the men who had broken her seal. Chi Low may have been the first yet it was apparent to all gathered as to who the Master was.

She writhed on the low table, lost in a need to fly, feeling as if the flames would consume her, the scent of lust rolling off her body in a heady mix that every man in the room could smell, could almost taste. She was unaware of them leaving their seats to draw nearer, to see better her actions, to be drawn like moths to her flame.

Yet to Whisper, there was only her Master and her need to hear him speak those words, to give the order. Her breathing labored as whimpers escaped her rosy lips.

Cum for me Miss McGhee.

Like a river bursting its dam, her cries filled the room as she took flight. Her back arching almost as if to break in two, her body gleamed in the light from the lanterns that decorated the room. As if possessed her body twitched and shook as her sweet cream poured from her sex to run down that dark cleft and puddle beneath her ass cheeks onto the table.

Like a fish upon dry land, her lips gasped for air, causing her breast already puffy with desire to expand more. But Whisper was oblivious to all of this for she was flying.

She was a Phoenix, a fire bird flying beyond the confines of earth to where the stars played. The same stars that she had watched on dark nights from the deck of the steam airship on her trip to this strange land. She burned as she flew higher and higher but she knew that once she fell back to earth she would be reborn. That each time she flew, a little more of the old Whisper would be lost, would be burned away, and a bit more of the new Whisper would be born, until eventually the old Whisper would cease to exist.

 

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Ming watched as Whisper delicate fingers deviled deep into her needy little pussy even as her other hand went to her firm young breasts. His guests’ eyes grew wide as this crimson haired beauty defiled herself at her Master’s command for their amusement. The young western beauty’s delicate hand slid up the sensual curves of her torso to cup her breast. Whisper’s fingers glistened with her sinful desire as they seductively slid over the smooth skin, over the pillow areolas, to find her nipples taunt peaked nipples, to tweak, pinch, and pull on them as her Master commanded.

Young Miss Whisper McGhee writhed on the low table. Her creamy ivory body bucked and thrashed with her need to cum to sinfully fly again. That gorgeous supply young body glistened in a fine seen of sweat and shimmered in the flickering light of the banquet hall. Then Ming set Whisper flying with those simple words Cum for me Miss McGhee!

Like a river bursting its dam, her cries filled the room as she took flight. Her back arching almost as if to break in two, her body gleamed in the light from the lanterns that decorated the room. As if possessed her body twitched and shook as her sweet cream poured from her sex to run down that dark cleft and puddle beneath her ass cheeks onto the table.

As Whisper lay there, her gorgeous young body bucking and thrashing in her shameful ecstasy. Ming’s guest had closed the distance between themselves and the stunning little redheaded western missionary. Ming smiled as there lust to possess was obvious. His gaze rested on a boxer leader. “Taste her Kim.” The man’s eyes snapped to Ming’s as if he could not believe what he said. “She is as sweet as Summer Wine.”

Whisper was still flying in the ecstasy of her sexual release as Kim crawled between Whispers silken thighs, his tongue snaked between his lips, and ran along the length of Whisper’s slit as the man tasted her sweet nectar. Kim tongue fluttered across Whisper’s throbbing clit. The other men were jealous of the favor granted to Kim. Ming further angered them as he said. “Kim would you like to fuck Miss McGhee…….” The man lifted his head from Whisper’s delicious pussy and simple said “Yes Lord Ming.”

Ming smiled “Then you may Kim”. The man wasted no time in mounting Whisper and plunging his cock into her tight little pussy to the hilt. He was rough with her, his groin slamming into her shaven Mons with each thrust.

Ming then turned to the rest of his guests, “You shall all have your chance to partake in Miss McGhee’s sexual charms but until it is your turn to fuck her content your selves with the rest of her young body. Another man took Ming at his words as his cock brushed Whisper’s moist ripe lips.


As his guests closed in on the hapless little redheaded Missionary, taking their pleasure from her delicious supple young body as they could while Kimm brutally fucked Whisper. Ming watched his little concubine, and knew that her time with her mechanical lovers would let her be able to stands the hours that his guest would use and abuse her. Ming smiled to himself he wondered how long Miss Whisper McGhee could deny herself before she begged to be allowed to cum. He wondered how long it would take till her treacherous young body would embrace he sinfully seductive pleasure even if he did not give her permission to cum.

 

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Her body jerked and jolted as she soared in the clouds. For a moment, she forgot exactly where she was as she was lost, her body seeming to enjoy this sinful pleasure.

It was a tongue that seemed to begin to break through her thoughts. The Master. He must be pleased with her and be tasting the fruits of this pleasure.

Suddenly she felt him enter her with a power that somehow felt strange. Yet her eyes still seemed fogged and she could not see him as again and again he rammed his manhood deep into her sex.

And yet, it was different though she was not sure why. Hands larger and rougher pressed the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs further apart and as she began the spiral back to earth her eyes focused on the figure between her legs. A barrel of a man, his silk robe parted so that he could soundly fuck her.

She panicked, looking around the sudden sea of men, all unknown to her yet suddenly standing, pressing against her. That sing song language scaring her as she caught sight of her Master standing there, speaking words that she could not understand. The man between her legs grinning as he raped her harder.

Something brushed against her lips, the smell all too familiar. Fingers clamped her nose and as she opened her mouth to breath a penis was thrusted into her mouth. Meanwhile the man between her legs was grunting with each thrust, making her body rock back and forth on the low tabletop.

Hands came from everywhere, tweaking and pulling her breast, rubbing her body. The thing in her mouth pressing deeper. A mouth latched onto the other nipple, sucking and biting it. Someone took her hand and wrapped it around an all too familiar object, keeping his hand on hers as it forced her hand back and forth, feeling the penis grow in her hand.

Her body had its own agenda as it began to build towards another chance to fly. This was all wrong, and yet her body seemed eager to welcome such use. Each time that the man between her legs would thrust, her sex would try to grip the thing invading it, as if trying to hold it deep.

Each hand, each finger, each set of lips seemed determined to push her closer and closer to the point of no return. As teeth nibbled her body, she felt goosebumps rise.

Suddenly she could feel the brute of the man press hard into her sex, his member steadily pumping his seed deep into her sex. Then with a grunt he finished and climbed off the table and she heard her Master speak, again his words unknown yet the men seemed to know for suddenly she felt someone new climb on the table to settle between her legs.

Hands held her legs apart, fingers ran along her calves, lips sucked her toes. She wanted to cry out to her Master, asking for this to stop. Yet she could not speak as her mouth suddenly flooded with the seed of a strange man.

 

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Ming watched as his little redheaded Missionary was caught up in the intensity of her sexual release. Was Kim was brutally fucking her delicious little pussy and as she flew in her sexual ecstasy, her back arching to meet his thrusts. Ming’s lips were bowed by a smile as he watched Whisper slowly come back to earth and to reality as it slowly dawned on the tawny copper haired beauty that it was not her master fucking her. Her master loved the wide eyed fear that now over took Whisper even as she was in the throes of her sinful ecstasy.

As Kim fucked Whispers tight little pussy another of the invited boxers’ cock brushed the little redhead’s full moist lips. Ming had told the men that this proud little western beauty had come to China to show them the errors of their ways, he well knew the hatred the Boxers had for the foreign missionaries. The man laughed as he clamped Whisper’s little button nose closed and when the little gasped for breath he shoved his cock down her tight little throat. His fingers entwined in Whisper’s tawny copper hair as he fucked the girl’s angelic face. He delighted in holding still his cock deep in her tight little throat until Whisper struggled to breath, her desperate swallowing massaging his cock and then he would pull back and start again.

When Kim had satisfied his lust, his seed deep in Whisper’s fertile young womb he simply pulled from her ravished pussy. The next of Ming’s seven guests drove his cock in to Miss Whisper McGhee’s juicy pussy; as the boxer continued to fuck her sweet face as another wormed his finger into the hapless little missionary’s tightly clenched ass cheeks and into her dark depths of her buttocks. He giggled as he finger fucked her ass. The man that fucked Whisper’s angelic face came filling the girl’s tight little throat and mouth.

Miss Whisper McGhee’s treacherous young body seemed to have its own agenda as it began to build towards dizzying height for another chance to fly in sexual ecstasy. Ming could see the anguish in the young beauty’s stunning emerald green eyes. This was all wrong, and yet her body seemed eager to welcome such use her hips arching to me the thrust each time that the man between her legs would thrust into her. He could see the muscles in her abdomen would tighten, clamp down gripping the man’s cock, as if trying to hold him deep inside her.

Whisper’s long night of sexual debauchery had just started as her body was mauled and abused as each man took his turn to fuck her. For his part Ming said nothing to his little concubine as he wished to see how long it would take for her supple young body to betray her and take flight without permission. When Whisper traitorous young body finally betrayed her and she creamed out her ecstasy.

When each of the men had fucked Whisper’s delicious little pussy, defiled her sweet little mouth, and fucked her tight little ass. Whisper’s angelic face, and her firm breasts were covered in their cum. Their seed clung to her shimmering Tawny Copper hair as she lay exhausted and spent on the low table.

“Miss McGhee Clean yourself as I wish to use your supple young body.” Ming’s guests looked on in disbelief, how could this spent and exhausted beauty possibly obey her Master’s order. They began to wonder how Ming would punish his little concubine for her failure. Ming knew that Whisper would move heaven and earth to obey his command.

 

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Man after man climbed up on the short table, laughing and speaking to each other as they rammed their member into her sex. She couldn’t cry out half the time as once one man had fucked her mouth, dumping their salty seed into her mouth, down her throat, seeping from the corners of her lips, the next man appeared to join the queue and stretch her lips around his penis. She was thankful for one man, his manhood so small that there was no way that it could reach her throat.

Fingers pried apart her buttocks, searching for the treasure hiding in the dark. She felt them reach her anus as two or three fingers were rammed inside her as the other man slammed repeatedly into her sex.

After a while her body seemed so full of seed that she no longer could feel the warmth as their spendings joined the collection already deposited inside her. Yet her body seemed to know, even if her brain refused to keep track. Despite her attempts to remove her thoughts from what was happening to her as yet another man shot his seed deep into her sex, she was aware that she was losing the battle to keep herself under control.

The sound of her Master calling out unknown words only to have yet another man climb between her legs, intent on ramming his penis deeper than the man before him all seemed to have a effect on her, on her body.

As another man’s seed filled her mouth, she swallowed as fast as she could. The overflow trickled from the corners of her lips to run into her hair. Something wet splattered on her stomach as laughter filled her ears. Another penis slipped into her mouth, another man, bigger than anyone she had ever had rammed into her already abused and well used sex as fingers pinched and pulled on her nipples. Fingers that explored her anus. The huge penis rammed deep and bumped again something deep inside her. She assumed it was her womb and pain shot through her each time. Pain that edged her closer and closer to to that place, yet no words would come from her Master until finally her body went there anyway, sending her flying, oblivious to the others in the room as she soared and soared.

When she came back down to earth, someone was lifting her legs to fold them up towards her head. She could feel the mess of seed and her own spendings that had run down that dark cleft to lubricate her anus.

With the same brutality, a man rammed his penis into that dark place, as if angry with her or something that she had done. What that could be she didn’t know yet he was not the last. It felt as if each man wanted his turn in this new opening.

The night seemed endless as her body was taken to a place that she thought that she had avoided that night with the pirates.

Finally they seemed sated as they stepped back, their fine silk robed closed to hide their debauchery. She lay on the short table covered in their seed. It seemed it seeped from every orifice, her body sticky. Her legs had been left splayed, her breath coming in panting gasps. Her stomach full of the salty stuff. The thought rushed through her head that though she had not gotten pregnant yet - that she knew of - that tonight might very well be the night that it happened. She hoped that she would not.

Miss McGhee Clean yourself as I wish to use your supple young body.

Her training kicked in and slowly with methodical precision she began to clean herself, using fingers to scrape the stranger’s seed from her body. She bent her head to lick each breast clean, at least as far as her tongue and mouth could reach. Hands and fingers did the rest, cleaning her body as the men watched and muttered amongst themselves. Her fingers even slipped between her legs, cleaning her body to please her Master.

Until she knelt before him, her body shiny from where she had licked herself, cleaning herself for her Master. She wanted to please him.

 

[cgraven]

“Miss McGhee Clean yourself as I wish to use your supple young body.” Ming’s voice had been soft, but firm as he commanded the stunning little redhaird western missionary to clean herself so that he may use her body. His guest looked on in amazement as Whisper slowly rose to a sitting position. Her training kicked in and slowly with methodical precision she began to clean herself, using fingers to scrape the stranger’s seed from her body. She bent her head to lick each breast clean, at least as far as her tongue and mouth could reach. Hands and fingers did the rest, cleaning her body as the men watched and muttered amongst themselves. Her fingers even slipped between her legs, cleaning her body to please her Master.

The men murdered among themselves. They had fucked this stunning young western beauty for hours, had used every hole in her gorgeous young body for their pleasure, and had wrung a series of cascading orgasms from her that had left her spent and exhausted as she lay their her angelic face, crimson hair, and breasts covered with their cum. Yet the mildest command from her Master had this stunning young creature obscenely licking herself clean. Whisper’s little pink tongue lapped at her firm young breasts and sensually circled her peaked nipples and puffy dusky pink areolas. Whisper put on a very sensual and seductive show to please her Master as she had been taught.

Whisper knelt before her Master, her body shiny from where she had licked herself clean for her Master. The little redheaded Missionary’s soft emerald green eyes sought the dark eyes of her master and Ming’s guests could clearly see that this gorgeous young creature wanted to please him. Ming reached down cupped Whisper’s chin in the palm of his hand. His thumb stroked the side of her cheek as he spoke. “Miss McGhee how shall I use you my dear,……..” he paused for a moment his thumb still caressing her cheek. “……….shall I fuck that sweet little pussy of yours,………perhaps your tight little ass Miss McGhee,…………or shall it be that talented mouth and throat of yours?”

Both Ming and Whisper knew that she had no real choice in how he used her, that this was just a little show for his guests, to pretend that she did have a choice. “I think your tight little ass Miss McGhee.”

Ming slammed into Whisper’s already abused ass his hand on her narrow hips. “Come to me Miss McGhee.” His right hand came down on the firm cheek of the girl’s ass. “Faster Miss McGhee!” Ming demanded. He was brutal the way he fucked the little missionary’s ass his hands raining down sharp slaps, her firm little ass rosy red and hot from his hand. Whisper was panting and gasping trying to catch her breath when Ming ordered her to cum.

When Whisper had cum, Ming stilled in her ass his cock buried to the hilt. He began a vicious spanking of Whisper ass and as she whimpered he ordered her to cum. Four more times Miss Whisper McGhee was ordered to cum for her Master just from being spanked.

 

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She waited breathlessly as his eyes roamed over her body. Taking her chin in his hand, a thumb absentmindedly striking her cheek, she waited for his words. She knew not how he wanted her, nor which hole he would wish, but she realized that if he was happy, then it would make her happy. Her body fairly hummed at the prospect of her Master finding pleasure in her body.

Miss McGhee how shall I use you my dear,……….shall I fuck that sweet little pussy of yours,………perhaps your tight little ass Miss McGhee,…………or shall it be that talented mouth and throat of yours?

As he mentioned each potion of her body that he might enjoy, that portion reacted with excitement. Her little pussy, as he called it, fluttered in anticipation. Her tight little ass - again his words - clutched and tightened. Her mouth watered at his words.

She was so tired from being used that already her brain had shut down, her body accepting the training and conditioning that he had applied to her for the past few days.

Yet, had her brain been thinking, she would have realized that she had no say in the matter. He owned her, and as such could use her however he wished, whether for the used of the gathered men or for his own personal use. After all, she was no longer a person but a thing, like a table or a spoon.

I think your tight little ass Miss McGhee.

She bowed to her Master, knowing that the night still had a ways to go. Turning around so that her back was to him, she pressed her forehead against the floor, her bottom up and presented to him. There was the sound of his silk robe being parted, his hands warm as they parted her cheeks. For a moment the spongy head of his member pressed against her anus, not quite so wrinkled after every man in the room had already used and abused it.

It was not a loving entry. He slammed into her and she gave a squeak of pain and surprise.

Come to me Miss McGhee.

His hand smacked hard her ass, and she bit her lip to fight back the tears. This was nothing light and teasing nor was it done in jest or even erotically. The sting was intense and her buttock burned.

As if riding a favored horse he used her as her fucked he hard. And all the while his hand continued to spank her hard, the pain growing more and more intense.

Faster Miss McGhee!

Over and over he spanked her, each time harder than the time before, all the while his manhood was buried deep in her anus. With each smack, she gave a little whimper as her body clenched. This caused her anus to squeeze tight on his penis.

Perhaps this was as it was meant to be. Punishment for becoming a concubine, punishment for this evening of debauchery.

It became a vicious cycle until he said the magic words and she took flight. He fucked her until she finally circled down to earth before once again his hand warmed her bottom.

The pain became exquisite torture, her body flinching as he drove her towards flight. It made no sense. This hurt. A lot. She was quite sure that her buttocks must be bright red.

Yet over and over, with his manhood wedged deep in her ass, his hand continued to spank her until she lost count of the number of times that he pushed her up and commanded her to fly. Tears fell from her eyes and her ass burned like a hot coal.

Shame filled her. Shame at having been treated this way in front of these men. Shame at having disappointed her Master, for that must be the reason for this whipping. Shame at having been used so flagrantly by these men, and because her body enjoyed it.

She could not understand how her body could enjoy such debauchery. This went against everything that she had been taught. Yet, she was a concubine and expected to have sex. She was a sexual toy for her Master’s enjoyment.

Whisper was so confused.

 

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“Miss McGhee how shall I use you my dear,……….shall I fuck that sweet little pussy of yours,………perhaps your tight little ass Miss McGhee,…………or shall it be that talented mouth and throat of yours?” As Ming spoke in his measured voice devoid of emotions he could see the physical excitement that his little concubine’s delicious young body showed, even her sweet chaste mouth watered at the possibility that he might fuck her there. In the end He decided that he would once again take his sweet redheaded missionary’s firm little ass. Ming loved the idea of humiliating his proud little missionary in front of his guests by having her willingly perform such an obscene and sinful act for his pleasure and their amusement.

There was a low murmur from Ming’s guests as Whisper bowed to her Master. Turning around so that her back was to him, she pressed her forehead against the floor, her bottom up and presented to him, in utter submission to his will. It was clear that these men could not believe that this little western redheaded beauty would willingly give herself to what she thought was a barbarian and yet here she was naked as the day she was born, her firm little ass high in the air, with her forehead and breasts pressed to the floor, as she offered herself to him.

Ming was rough with Whisper and yet he still sent her flying in sexual ecstasy each time he told her You may cum Miss McGhee! or the simple command Cum for me NOW Miss McGhee. Yet it was not enough that he take her roughly in this humiliating position but he also spanked the redheaded little beauty as if she were a naughty child guilty of some transgression. Whisper’s silken smooth alabaster bottom now glowed crimson and the print of her master’s hand clearly visible after each blow.

Ming loved the salty tears that now stained Miss Whisper McGhee’s flawless cheeks. He could see the confusion in her tearful emerald green eyes as she gazed back at him, Pain heightening her pleasure each time he sent her flying and each time the more the sting from his hand sent her ever higher. Those stunningly expressive eyes could not hide the fact that some how she felt it must be wrong and yet the next spank and next flight were higher still. When Ming knew that he was about to cum he whisper to his little missionary “Cum for me Miss McGhee!” as the hapless beauty came so did Ming filling her dark creamy depth with his cum as her gorgeous young body bucked and thrashed in ecstasy.

Whisper collapsed unable even to life herself from the floor as she lay prostrate at her master’s feet. She did not know when Mae Ling came to her, her mind seemed to remember a most erotic and seductive bath. The old woman laying next to her, exciting and pleasing her. Yet when Whisper awoke she was alone.

While Mae Ling took advantage of Whisper Ming made his plans for Whisper’s next little adventure and entertainment for his guests. He selected two boxers who were particularly zealous in their hatred of all things foreign and of all foreigners. They would be given Miss Whisper McGhee to do anything they wished to as long as they did not permanently mar her chaste youthful beauty, or kill her. The garden would be the scene of the girl’s next little adventure.

 

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When finally after numerous flights into ecstasy, her Master sent her once more into the air and she felt her Master fill her ass with his seed, she lost all control of herself. Her body jerk and twitched until finally she collapsed before her Master, her body totally exhausted.

She heard not the murmur of the men that had fucked her all evening, filling every orifice many time over with their hot seed. She was unaware when the old woman appeared and helped her to stand, to walk from the room. She had only snatches of memory of being bathed as the old woman teased her body with sensuous fingers. Washing away the stains and dried seed, and even reaching between her legs to clean our as much of the semen that filled her ass and sex.

She was barely awake as she was made to drink the bitter tea before the old woman led her to the bed where she curled at the foot, still not allowed to sleep like a person but rather as a pet, to warm his feet. Her dreams were erotic and confusing, the old woman’s voice in her ear.

The next morning, she awoke, her body well used and a bit sore. The old woman had her dress in her usual jacket before leading her to the small room where she was to wait on the pillow.

For the next few days her life was like it had been before the party where she was used by the men. As usual, she was put on the machine while her Master used her.

She was quite relieved when her monthly flow arrived. That meant that neither her Master nor any of the other men that night had managed to impregnate her. For several days she was left completely alone, save for when the old woman would bring her the bitter tea and something to eat. She was not allowed on the bed but instead was placed on a pallet on the floor in the corner.

After several days her monthly flow was finished and in the morning she was led to the bath to wash away all traces. Once more a sensual affair, the old woman refused to answer her questions, as if she did not speak or understand English. She was fed and given the bitter tea before being led to the usual room where she knelt on the pillow to await the Master and his pleasure.

 

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Whisper knelt on her little pillow her eyes demurely down cast in the resting position of display as she had been taught. After what seemed an eternity but was little more than an hour Mae Ling came to her. “Display Miss McGhee.” The old woman waited for the kneeling beauty to bring her hands to the nape of her neck, arch her back a bit more. Mae Ling smiled her approval as Whisper trust her firm young breasts up and out as if offering them to the old woman. Mae Ling caressed the little redheaded beauty’s cheek gently with the back of her hand. Soon very soon the little western beauty would be used and abused as she was meant to be. Mae Ling leaned down and sensually kissed Whisper, her tongue slipping into the girl’s mouth as she savored the sweet taste of the little missionary.

Mae Ling slowly broke the sensually seductive erotic kiss. “Go to the guardian and then to the pagoda.” Again Whisper was apparently bound for yet another session with her master’s devilish steam driven devices. Mae Ling led Whisper out into the garden before she returned to the house. The little pagoda lay at the far end of the garden just past a grove of bamboo and willowy maples. It was a shaded area, masked from the house with the hellish pagoda nestled in the corner. Whisper had been taken down this path many times, taken to be used and abused by her Master’s “Mechanical Lovers”. This was the first time that she was forced to make the trek alone. What could her Master have in mind, what new device would she have to endure? Suddenly Whisper’s path was blocked by a large man who wore the tunic of a Boxer, his face was set and the gleam in his eyes was frightening. As he looked at Whisper his eyes traveled boldly up and down her gorgeous young body. Wearing her black peasant’s jacket her supple young body was barely modestly covered.

It was then that he said something in his own sing son language and another voice answered. Whisper was caught between two very large and frightening men.

 

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Whisper obeyed, quickly and smoothly getting into the position that the old woman had ordered. It was with a critical eye that she looked at her. It seemed strange but the old woman was actually beginning to play a more dominant role in this crazy life that she now lived.

Nevertheless she was shocked when the old woman bent over to kiss he on the lips, slipping her tongue into Whisper’s mouth. It was the kiss of a lover, too personal. Whisper tried to pull her head away but the woman gripped her chin tight. There was an evil smile on her lips as she broke the kiss, looking down at her.

Go to the guardian and then to the pagoda.

Whisper rose and followed the old woman out into the garden. It still seemed strange that the old woman or the Master did not escort her all the way into that little garden house. Perhaps they were starting to trust her. After all, there was really nowhere for her to run. Strange country, strange people, strange language.

The old woman left and Whisper wondered just what new machine the Master planned on using on her. Her mind was not on the walk but rather where she was heading and what to expect.

It was the sight of a strange man that snapped her out of her thoughts, standing between her and her destination. She hesitated, afraid and very aware of the revealing clothing that she wore. And from the look that he gave her, this man had evil intent in his heart.

He spoke, once again that foreign tongue that sounded pretty yet usually meant trouble for her. The answer came from behind her and she turned around to find another foreigner behind her, just as big and even meaner looking.

Licking her lips she quickly glanced around to see if the old woman was anywhere. No such luck.

“Please let me pass.” She spoke clear and concise, hoping that they understood her words. They just took a step closer.

“I belong to the Master. I am his property!” She could see that her words were falling on deaf ears.

She could not reason with them if she did not speak their language. There was only one other alternative.

She took off running heading off to the side through a bed of flowers screaming as she ran. Hopefully someone would hear her cries and come aid her.

Suddenly an arm shot out and went around her midriff, picking her up as if she were nothing. The black silk jacket seemed entirely too skimpy for such encounters. A hand clamped over her mouth in an attempt to hush her but she bit hard and was rewarded with a bellow from the man, uncovering her mouth.

She screamed again, yelling for her Master as her arms flailed up and back. She felt her fingernails come in contact with his cheek. Good, she hoped that she drew blood!

The second man stepped in front of her and she tried to kick him. He drew his hand out and backhanded her cheek, momentarily stunning her.

 

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Whisper was scared and it showed she licked her lips, those stunning emerald green eyes shifted from the two me. The little redheaded missionary quickly glanced around to see if the old woman was anywhere. The garden was deserted with the exception of herself and the two Boxers. “Please let me pass.” Whisper spoke clear and concise, hoping that they understood her words. Far from stepping aside they just took a step closer. “I belong to the Master. I am his property!” The men smiled at the desperation in the western she devils voice though they knew not what she said.

Fear overcame Whisper McGhee and she bolted making a desperate flight for freedom. Whisper took off heading to the side through a bed of flowers screaming as she ran. The sound of heavy foot falls were behind her and closing rapidly. Suddenly the little redheaded Missionary was swept off her feet a burly arm around her trim little waist.

Ming watched was delight as Whisper was lifted off of her feet. Oh how his little concubine screeched and fought tooth and nail like a little wild cat. Whisper bit down hard on the hand that covered her mouth, drew blood and screamed a her nails reached back to rack across the man’s cheek. It was then that the other man’s hand lashed out and struck with the suddenness of summer lighting. Whisper’s cheek was crimson and she was momentarily stunned.

That was all that it took for the men to dragged the little redhead between two trees. Her hands were drawn above her head and stretched to the side and her ankles spread and bound to the trees. Whisper McGhee was spread-eagled between the two threes. They had a long strip of black silk, a large knot tied in the middle. They forced the knot between Whispers teeth; her jaw was stretched as the knotted silk acted as a ball gag silencing the young girl’s desperate cries for help. They then ripped her black peasant’s jacket from her baring her supple young body to them.

The two men began to grope and explore every inch of the gagged young western beauty’s body, driving their fingers into her pussy and anus even as their heads dipped to her pale pink rosebud nipples. The men suckled, pulled and nipped Whisper’s sensitive nipples and when they were hard as little pebbles the larger man took out a pair of nipple clamps shaped like little dragons their needle sharp teeth eager to bite the hapless little redhead’s nipples

Ming savored Whisper McGhee’s scream as the nipple clams bit into her sensitive nipples. He leaned forward as the men cut two bamboo switches. Ming knew that Miss McGee was about to find out how sensual the caress of bamboo could be and how seductive the fiery sting of its kiss was.

 

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The world spun out of control and her cheek hurt like crazy. For a moment she forgot where she was and what was happening.

When she began to gather her wits about her, her hands and feet had been tied to two trees and she was spread eagle between them, unable to move. She began to scream, calling for help but her cries were quickly cut off when one of the men took a knotted strip of black silk and jammed the knot in her before tying the rest of the fabric around her head.

The larger man now had several scratches on his cheek and she was glad that she had managed to mark him. He proceeded to rip off the black jacket that had tried to ineffectively hide her body from her view. With a knife he cut the remaining material off of her arms until she stood before the men, naked and essentially tied between the two trees. She tried to move but could not budge an inch and her screams were choked off by the rag that was stuffed in her mouth. Her jaws felt as if they would break.

With no way to fight back, the two men began to run their hands over her body, pinching and probing. One man stuffed several fingers up inside of her sex while the other man did something similar to her anus. The whole time they talked to each other, laughing and feeling up inside of her.

She glanced around hoping to see another person like the old woman or her Master yet no one else appeared. Lips latched onto her breast, teasing and sucking her nipples while they kept both her sex and anus full of their fingers. Her body once again began to betray her and she fought to keep her sanity through all of this.

Once they had excited her nipples and they were hard and aching, the larger man pulled something from a pocket in his jacket. She caught a flash of something metal in the morning sun.

To her shock, the man clipped one of the things onto her left nipple. Pain shot through her and she screamed. Yet the sound was muffled by the gag stuffed in her mouth. Her eyes widened in horror as he prepared to do the same thing to her other nipple and she tried to get away.

Once again her scream was cut off by the silk gag. A very delicate chain joined the two things and she looked down to see that they were very delicate dragons, their sharp teeth biting her nipples. Every time that she moved, the dragons bounced and hung on for dear life.

Tears sprang from her emerald eyes, trying to silently plead with these men to let her go. All they did was laugh in her face as they turned and began to cut several long supple grass-like twigs. She had never seen any plant like it before.

 

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The taller Boxer laughed as he clipped the little dragon nipple clamp on to Whispers pale pink rosebud nipple. He teased her nipple with the other clamp letting her fear of it build before it to bit into her unclamped nipple. His laughter only increased at her muffled scream and he gave the little chain that connected them a tug pulling at the little redhead’s nipples, their sharp teeth biting her nipples. His finger caught a tear that trickled down the little missionary’s cheek he held it up before whisper’s stunning emerald green eyes laughing he smeared the tear on to her full moist lips.

Whisper was helpless as she struggled against the bounds that held her captive, spread-eagled between the two trees her delicate shaven pussy was spread so that it blossomed, and her dark star was available to these beasts. Her eyes were wide and tear shimmering as the young western beauty watched as the men began to cut several long supple grass-like twigs. The One was then stripped so that it was a long supple whip like rod. The other was crowned with a long supple leaves.

The men slowly began to circle the bound western beauty. One sensually trailed the leaf crowned sapling across Whispers silken skin. The leaves like fingers teasing and pleasing her as they slipped up her inner thighs, trialed across her taunt quivering abdomen, and then explore her firm young breasts and tug at Whisper’s clamped nipples. Suddenly the other man struck the whip like sampling lashing at the bound young beauty’s firm buttocks. The print of a crimson stripe left in its wake.

The men continued to tease Whisper with sensual pleasure and searing pain. Her smooth flawless skin now decorated with crimson stripes that laced across her breast, thighs, and buttocks. Her screams muffled by the silken gagged.

 

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The bigger man laughed at her, delighting in her pain. Where was everyone? Why did her Master not come looking for her, or wonder where she was? As the man gave a little tug on the chain, the two dragons that were biting her nipples bit harder and she screamed through the knotted cloth stuffed in her mouth and tied around her head. Tears filled her eyes, spilling over to run down her cheeks and soak the gag. Mockingly one of the men caught a stray tear in his fingertip, laughing as he wet her lips with it.

Once they had finished cutting the stalks, they began to circle her as she was spread out open to them. One stalk still had its leaves upon it, and they shook as the man walked. The other scared her more, as all of its leaves had been removed and it whipped and moved like the kind of leather whips used on carriage horses.

The one with the leaves still on the stalk ran it across her body, letting it trail across her breast, up her legs and tickle her exposed sex. Sudden her buttocks stung as the man with the stripped stick whipped her buttocks. Her scream was stifled by the gag though the men could hear it and laughed at her.

It became a game with these two - tease her body and get it excited before that whip-like thing would be used, making her scream each time until finally she looked down and could see long red stripes that decorated her body, crisscrossing over her breast and abdomen and thighs that she could see in front. And she was sure that the same stripes were on her buttocks and thighs in back.

Her voice was starting to get hoarse from the screaming though these two guys were the only ones to hear her so far and they had found her screams and tears highly amusing. She found herself looking forward to the teasing of her body with the other twig, though each time that he ran the leaves over a red stripe it would sting.

She was scared. Periodically one of them would give a tug on the chain that rested between her breast and the pain would flair, her nipples sore. Yet she was surprised that they did not bleed.

 

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The men drank in the fear that shown in Whisper McGhee’s stunning emerald green eyes. Oh how they savored teasing and tormenting this gorgeous young western beauty. So the little redheaded missionary came to serve the people of China, well these men would make sure that she serve them with that gorgeous supple body of hers.

After the better part of an hour teasing and tormenting Whisper with the bamboo switches the young redheaded beauty's head slumped. Whisper had suffered the arousing sensual caress of the bamboo that had brought her traitorous young body to the very edge of the abyss that promised her the sexual release that her supple young body craved only to have it fade from her grasp by the fiery stinging kiss of the whip like sapling. Her body was shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat, her full moist lips were parched from being gagged for so long. The taller Boxer fingers curly entwined in Whisper’s tawny copper hair and yanked her head up to gaze into the very depths of the little missionary’s soul. His dark eyes held those stunning emerald green eyes as the other man hands gripped her waist from behind and then slipped lower as his thumbs spread the firm cheeks of Whisper’s buttocks.

Oh how he enjoyed the growing fear in those stunningly expressive emerald green eyes that pleaded so eloquently to have mercy on her. Yet those silent soulful pleas went unheeded as the man behind her thrust his cock deep into poor little Miss McGhee’s ass her muffled scream pleased him. The man held whisper’s gaze as he parted his robes. There was no doubt what he no intended to do. Whisper felt his cock part her labia and inch by inch his cock forced his way into Whisper’s chaste young body as he watched the hapless young beauty’s flash of emotion in her tear shimmering emerald green eyes.

Young Miss Whisper McGhee found herself tied between two men that were see-sawing her gorgeous young body between them as they delighted in rapping the helpless young western missionary.

 

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This torture seemed unrelenting. One man would use the switch with its leaves to tease her body. Over and over the leaves and stems would brush against her breast while the little dragons gripped her nipples. Then suddenly the other man would use the switch against her buttocks, laying down stripes on the pale firm skin, her screams muted by the gag. The leaves and stems brushed between her legs teasing her sex. Then suddenly the switch would strike her thighs and the men would laugh at her screams. Leaves would brush her buttocks and the back of her thighs, followed by the quick switch on her breast.

Each time that she would be close to taking flight, it would be taken from her by that evil switch and the man that held it. Her body glowed in the late morning sun as she perspired under the torment that she endured. Her head slumped forward in exhaustion yet even sweet oblivion was to be denied her.

Strong fingers gripped tight the copper curls wet with sweat as her head was jerked up and she was forced to look in the dark cold eyes of the taller of the two men. As he stared deep into her eyes, she felt the man behind her take hold of her waist before his hands slid down until his thumbs gripped her buttocks and spread them even more.

Her eyes grew wide in horror as she realized just what was about to happen but the man before her seemed pleased. She shook her head, her eyes silently begging him to stop it all.

The man behind her rammed his manhood deep into her anus and her screams could be heard despite the gag. It burned, and she could swear that she was being torn apart. With each thrust that he made, the action made her breast bounce, jostling the little dragons that gripped her nipples. She could not seem to stop the pain and yet this was just the beginning as she watched the taller man in front of her. Without taking his eyes off of her, he turned loose of her hair, using his hands to part his robe. She could see that his own penis stood out from his groin, eager and straining. There was no doubt as to what he planned to do to her.

She tried to move yet it was impossible as he stepped closer to her, and slowly she felt him pushing his penis deep into her sex. While one man stood behind her, his hands spreading her buttocks while he slammed his member deep into her anus, the other man grabbed her hips with both hands and began to pound his penis into her sex. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she felt herself being jostled back and forth between these two men as they raped her, her screams unheard, her cries merely laughed at.

What worried her was that her body, after too short a period of time began to accept the vigorous rape despite the pain of this attack by these two men. She made whimpering sounds, her eyes filled with tears.

 

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Whisper was bound between two trees that were on a little rise before the garden’s pagoda. She could not know that it formed a little amphitheater, her rape staged for the pleasure of her Master and Mae Ling. Ming smiled as he watched his gorgeous little concubine bound and stripped. He nodded his approval at the way the boxer excited and tormented Whisper’s gorgeous supple young body. “The little dragon clamps were my idea husband see how she strains to get away from their serpent like teeth. Perhaps next time you use her you can also clamp her little clit as well.”

Mae Ling smiled as the little redheaded missionary supple young body was teased and then whipped. She was delighted the way her creamy ivory skin was stripped in a fine lattice work of crimson stripes that decorated her breasts, thighs, and buttocks. Mae Ling’s smile broaden as she turned to Ming. “Husband you can smell her sweet musky arousal. Miss McGhee’s delicious young body will betray her once more.” Mae Ling’s little show had yet another act.

The two Boxers brutally see-sawed her gorgeous young body between them as they delighted in rapping the helpless young western missionary when suddenly a third Boxer appeared. The man’s voice was harsh and angry. Thought Whisper could not understand what he said it was obvious that he scared the two men that were rapping her. Slowly they pulled their cock from her chaste and abused body. They bowed to this stranger. Whisper could now feel them loosening the bounds that held her delicate wrists captive. Hope shone in her tear shimmering emerald green eyes as they eased her abused young body back onto the soft mossy carpet of the little grove. As Whisper laid there the sun shining down on her gorgeous young body, her tawny copper hair in wild disarray formed a fiery halo around her angelic face.

Mae Ling turned to Ming, “Is she not beautiful my husband?” Ming smiled his approval as he turned and began to leave when Mae Ling spoke. “My little show for your amusement is not over yet.”

Again the stranger spoke and he held his hand out to Whisper to help her stand her body was close to his and his arms enfolded the abused young beauty. Then things suddenly changed. One boxer was lying on the ground the other was at her side. The two men position Whisper astride the man lying on the ground, his hands reached up for her as they forced the stunning young beauty down on to his cock. This new Boxer fingers curly entwined in Whisper’s soft copper hair, the gag was slipped from her mouth and her hands were now tied behind her back, her own weight slowly impaling her pussy on the man beneath her. The man behind her once more thrust his cock into her abused little ass. When Whisper screamed at this curl invasion of her ass the new man shoved his monstrous cock into her sweet little mouth.

Ming watched as his little western concubine was now being rapped by three Boxers. Mae Ling was pleased to see how curly they used the little redheaded missionary. “Shall we see if she cums from being rapped?” The both leaned forward for a better view of Whisper McGhee ordeal as they made bets as to whether she would cum or not.

 

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The rape seemed particularly brutal, with one man thrusting deep into her ass as the other man pulled out of her sex. Then as he grabbed her hips, the man raping her sex would change direction and thrust hard and deep back into her sex while the man raping her ass would pull back.

The back and forth action was beginning to push her towards that place that she was beginning to recognize. But this was wrong! To fly while being raped was so...

The sound of a stranger voice broke through the men’s concentration and despite being seen totally naked by yet one more stranger, she felt hope that perhaps this ordeal was over.

The men pulled out of her, their silk robe covering their manhoods as they bowed to the man. A conversation between the three men occurred though she had no idea what was said. Perhaps the new man was scolding them for raping her.

Thankfully the men began untying her poor wrists and ankles. Her body felt weak from how she had been tied between the two trees and the men laid her back on the soft grass. For the first time since this entire morning began, she felt hope that this rape was over.

The stranger held his hand out to aid her in standing and she gratefully took it as he helped her to rise. He wrapped his arms around her and she was puzzled for a moment before fear took hold of her. She noticed the man raping her sex had lain back on the grass. The second man and the stranger each grabbed one of her arms and legs and stretched her over the man on the ground. Between the three of them they managed to slide the man’s penis into her sex. She was too weak to fight back effectively and the man whose penis was lodged in her sex gripped her body so she could not move. Suddenly the gag in her mouth was removed and she licked her lips trying to wet them.

Before she could fight back her hands were pulled behind her back and tied with probably that same gag.

The new man grabbed her copper locks to pull her face up to look at him. Pain again shot through her ass, and she could not help the scream that came past her lips.

Her scream was suddenly cut off as the stranger jammed his huge penis into her mouth. She choked on it, trying to fight but totally unsuccessful.

Whereas before there were only two men, now there were three, and each one intent upon having their way with her body. Over and over they raped her, filling her sex and her ass with their seed.

The rape seemed to continue on and at one point the men switched around so that they raped a different hole. Her mouth tasted their seed, tasted her own sex. Cruel fingers gripped her hair as time after time one of the men would jam his penis down her throat, laughing when she struggled.

Yet through it all her body seemed to thrive on the rape. This was all wrong. Her nipples were throbbing from the dragons that hung off them. Seed, salty and white, seeped from the corners of her mouth as it was stretched taut around the manhood that filled it, bumping against the back of her mouth, cramming down her throat, periodically cutting off her air.

Against her will, these men raped her repeatedly, pushing her body towards the inevitable flight. Flight that she didn’t want to take. Flight that she had no chance of stopping. Flight that led to her bucking and twitching as the men enjoyed her charms.

 

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Ming watched as the two men brutally raped his little western concubine. He leaned forward so as to get a better view as the men fucked her see-sawing her between them. Mae Ling smiled as the little redheaded missionary bucked and thrashed in her bounds as she was so harshly used and abused by the Boxers. When the third man entered and the two others quickly pulled from Whisper Ming looked puzzled yet Mae Ling had gone to special lengths so as to build the little redheads hope for deliverance.

Ming was beside himself with perverse joy as he watched Whisper being forced astride one Boxer her own weight bearing her down to be impaled on the man’s cock as the other claimed her abused ass again. When the third man fisted her shimmering copper hair and forced his cock into the little missionary’s mouth, her moist ripe lips obscenely “O”ed around his cock, Ming smiled his pleasure with the little scene that Mae Ling had arranged for his amusement.

The couple watched as Whisper was repeatedly raped by the three men. They savored the way that each in his own way used the stunning young western beauty’s mouth, pussy and ass. How they would pull on the chain of her clamped nipples as they fucked her adorable angelic face. Mae Ling smiled as she saw how Whisper’s gorgeous young body seemed to relish what these men were doing to her, even if her mind rebelled at what was happening to her and how her supple young body was betraying her. She could see how Whisper’s nipples were throbbing from the dragons that hung off them and
against her will, how these men raped her repeatedly, pushing her towards the inevitable flight. A flight that Mae ling knew well was the last thing that the little missionary wanted.

“She will betray herself my husband and Lord. She will betray all of her western beliefs.” Ming lessened to his wife and then made a wager. “If she does than Miss McGhee shall be mind during the day and yours during the night.” The wager made the coupled watched as Whisper’s rape continued.

 

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Tears flowed freely from Whisper’s eyes to help coat the penis that repeatedly raped her mouth, stretching her lips beyond what she thought she could handle. Her ass was sore, the stripes from the whipping still crisscrossed the pale globes and the man that was currently plundering her anus kept grabbing her buttocks and squeezing them, causing the pain to flair.

Meanwhile the man that she was astride of, his hips brutally thrust his penis into her sex, would occasionally give a light tug on the chain between the two dragons, making the pain flair once more in her breast.

She hardly could think but rather ran on automatic, each time trying to scream yet unable to. And each time her body stepped closer to flying. She would try to fight such flight yet when she would let her guard down for just a second, her body would begin its race to the point of no return.

She could not understand how all this pain was making her body react this way - wanting to soar in ecstasy. And then she thought - perhaps if she took flight, this would lead to an ending. She was exhausted and did not know how much longer she could hang on.

And then her body took over. She could feel the rush, no longer in her hands, towards...towards what? Her body knew even if her brain still fought reason.

She began to jerk as her body took wing and flew. As her back attempted to arch, near impossible with the position she was in, still it did some. Suddenly her sweet cream coated the member that filled its space as internal muscles ripples along the man’s penis in an attempt to milk its seed. Her anus squeezed tight around the penis that raped it as her buttocks repeatedly clenched in the throes of her flight.

A low guttural growl issued from Whisper’s throat to vibrate along the member that thrusted in and out of her mouth and her eyes rolled back up into her head, so intense was this flight.

She seemed to jerk and twitch for several minutes, this time the most overwhelming one that she had ever experienced, and while still at the mercy of the three men her world suddenly went black as she passed out.

 

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Mae Ling smiled maliciously as the pious little redheaded missionary came for her rapists. That evil smile only broadened as Whisper gorgeous young body took over and grasped for what it now so desperately wanted. It was plain to see that the hapless young beauty could feel the sinful rush, her body knew even if her brain still fought reason, what it wanted, what it craved. Mae ling was delighted as the young girl’s supple young body began to jerk as her body took wing and flew. Whisper arched her hips, as she shamefully met the plunging body of the man that was raping her sweet little pussy. Mae ling could see the rappel of the girl’s abdomen as she gripped and milked his cock. Yet those were not the only muscles that rippled as Whisper swallowed and massaged the cock lodged in her sweet mouth and throat.

Ming loved the little amusement that Mae Ling had arranged for him. He loved low guttural growl issued from Whisper’s throat and way her stunning emerald green eyes rolled back up into her head, so intense was the sexual ecstasy as she flew. That delicious little alabaster body, so soft so smooth, now decorated with a fine lattice work of crimson stripe, bucked and thrashed in her sexual ecstasy for several minutes. Ming smiled as his exhausted little concubine went limp as she faded into unconsciousness.

Still the three men continued to uses and abuse Whisper. In her unconscious state she could no longer suckle the man in her mouth. He drew back and his cock slipped from her sweet young mouth with and obscene “POP”. He then began to fist his cock until he came. He spewed his seed over her angelic face, and firm young breasts. The other two men as well withdrew from that gorgeous young body to defile the little western beauty. Her head now lulled from side to side as they came all over Whisper.

Mae Ling turned to Ming, “I do believe I have won my wager.”

“Yes you have and our little concubine is yours at night.”

Mae Ling smiled as they watched the Boxers finally leave. Whisper lay there on the soft moss covered ground covered in her rapists cum; it was time to claim her prize. She had Whisper carried to the bath. It was time for the young western beauty to have a very sensual bath to prepare her for a session with her master.

When Whisper a woke she was left with shadowed memories of her rape and sensually erotic bath. Whisper found herself strapped to the bench, her steam powered lover gently and rhymicly fucking her. Ming smiled down into her Stunning emerald green eyes. “You please me Miss McGhee.” He kissed her forehead and then drew the little Dragon clamps from his pocket. “A little gift for you.” He began to massage the girl’s nipples and Whisper knew he would clamp her nipples though he had never done so before. Ming so loved toying with Whisper’s young confused mind.

 

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Slowly she became aware of her surroundings. She was in the little garden house, once again bound on the special bench. It was almost like the first time that she had been brought her, with her arms bound overhead while the steam machine belched and clanged, thrusting its metal penis up onto her sex.

Her memory seemed somewhat hazy, for her body was sore and she could tell that despite not being used now, her anus had been recently fucked. Yet, try as she might, all she had was a vague memory of a brutal rape and yet another sensuous bath by the old woman. Like a bad dream.

She was beginning to wonder if perhaps it had been one of those erotic dreams that she was starting to have. Yet as she glanced down, there appeared to be very faint stripes crisscrossed across her breast. And her nipples seemed unusually sore, making her fuzzy memory search for the reason for that.

In and out the machine plunged into her sex. It was becoming a ritual, and quite against her will her body was beginning to accept that every day she would be used. Automatically turning itself on whether she wanted it or not. Whether she was in the mood or not. If it was not her Master, or his guests, then it was the machine.

The rhythmic pumping into her sex continued. Her Master smiled down at her, looking benevolently like a strange cherub. You please me Miss McGhee.

The kiss he gave her was dry and passionless, almost perfunctory. Yet when he pulled something small and gold from his pocket, her heart began to race, subconsciously recognizing them. The memory of pain flared in her nipples. A little gift for you.

His smile lacked warmth as he reached out to massage her right nipple. That simple action scared her. And the things in his hand scared her too. She knew that she didn’t want them.

Tears sprang to her eyes, making then like liquid emeralds as she began to shake her head. She knew better than to speak, but she couldn’t stop the shaking that gripped her body as the tears spilled over to run down her cheeks. She was not sure why she knew, but she did not want them.

 

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Slowly the reality of her position seeped into her confused young mind. Whisper’s back arched as the machine plunged In and out of delicious little pussy. It was becoming a ritual, and quite against her will, her supple young body was beginning to accept that every day she would be used. Automatically betraying the sweet young redheaded missionary, turning itself on whether she wanted it or not. Ming smiled down at Whisper, looking benevolently, as he watched Whisper’s Mechanical Lover rhythmic pumping into her pussy continued. “You please me Miss McGhee.”

His words masked his intentions yet to her horror they soon became frightenly clear as he took the little dragon nipple clamps from his pocket. They lay in his hand as he held them out to the little redheaded Missionary, so delicate and yet their sharp little teeth gleamed in the afternoon light. Ming reached out to massage the frightened girl’s right nipple. That simple act seemed to scare her even more; her soft emerald green eyes wide and the dragons in his hand scared her.

Tears sprang to Whisper’s eyes, making them shine like liquid emeralds as she began to shake her head “NO”. Yet the little redhead did not speak but she couldn’t stop the shaking that gripped her treacherous supple young body as the tears spilled over to run down her cheeks. Ming idly wondered if his little concubine shook from fear of the clamps, or from her sinful desire to cum as the Lover hissed as it relentlessly pumped in and out of her pussy.

Ming’s dark eyes held Whisper’s tear shimmering emerald green eyes. He loved the staggered little cry that bubbled from her moist ripe lips as the clamp bit into her right nipple. His thumb now began to massage Whisper’s left nipple. His eyes held her gaze captive as he enjoyed the fear and anticipated pain in those liquid emerald pools that showed the depts. of her tortured soul and then the second clamp bit home and her steamed driven lover drove her treacherous young body to the edge of the abyss. “You may cum now Miss McGhee.” Ming’s softly whispered words set the hapless young beauty’s body free as she came for her Master.

Mae Ling watched the little missionary cum again and again for her husband. Soon she would have the girl all too herself. Mae Ling smiled Whisper’s bath today would be the most sensual and seductive affair that the little missionary ever experience and just a little something that would make her more pliable, just a touch of the juice of the poppy.

 

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Despite her silent pleading with her Master, those devilish dragons with their sharp teeth were attached, first one on her right nipple and then one one the left. As pain shot through her, her back arched and the dragons gleamed as they hung on for dear life. She gave a cry out and saw the pleased smile on her Master’s face. Tears spilled over her lower eyelids and raced down her cheeks before they splashed on her bare breast.

Never hesitating, the machine that raped her sex never wavered, continuing its steady plunge in and out of her sex. Periodic belches of steam punctuated the afternoon air. Delicate gold chain swung between the two dragons, tickling that sweet valley between the two generous mounds. Her pale skin covered in a light sheen fairly glowed in the golden sun that found its way into shady garden building.

You may cum now Miss McGhee.

His voice was soft and sure and her body seemed to no longer listen to her. Instead, it followed the decree of her Master as her back arched and her sweet cream poured forth, coating the metal projectile that repeatedly invaded her. Her cries filled the air and as the hours progressed her body deposited a fair amount to coat the bench and her legs and smear under her feet.

Over and over she, or rather her body, did as her Master commanded until Whisper thought that she would faint. Finally she seem to have pleased him enough for she notice the machine, with several big belches and clangs, ground to a halt. She sat still for him while he removed the dragons and rubbed the circulation back into her nipples. The pain was excruciatingly erotic, and she gasped as the blood rushed back into that area.

By the time that her ankles were released from the leather bindings, the old woman had appeared and after kissing her forehead, she was led away by the her. She would endure her disturbing bath just so she could have her meal with the bitter tea.