The Silken Dragon

[cgraven]

“You may cum now Miss McGhee.”

His voice was soft and sure and poor little Whisper’s gorgeous supple young body seemed to no longer listen to her. Over and over her delicious traitorous body did as her Master commanded until Whisper thought that she would faint from the sheer ecstasy and intensity of her orgasms. Finally Ming smiled as she seemed to have pleased him enough, her mechanical Lover with several big belches and clangs, ground to a halt. Whisper sat still gasping for breath while Ming removed those devilish little golden dragons and seductively rubbed the circulation back into her nipples insuring the pain was excruciatingly erotic, and little redheaded missionary gasped as the blood rushed back those once pale pink nipples now a deep crimson red.

Mae Ling was waiting to claim Whisper as she watched her being freed from her bounds. The old woman simply said, “Come Miss McGhee.” The change in Mae Ling’s attitude was almost imperceptible as she slowly changed from servant to Mistress. She led Whisper to her bath yet this time it was more intimate, more erotic than ever before leaving the little redheaded western beauty hungering for sexual release. Yet when Whisper laid down upon her pillows. Mae Ling did not leave so if the hapless little beauty was to have the sexual release her gorgeous young body craved her only choice was to masturbate before the old woman or suffer the frustration of her own denial.

Whisper’s meal was simple and as always there was the bitter tea yet there was something different in the spicing of the food. Mae ling had added just a few drops of the juice of the poppy, just enough so that sweet little Miss McGhee could not tell the next morning what was dream and what was real. Mae Ling waited for the drug to take effect and then she position the gorgeous little redheaded missionary on the bed. He bound Whispers hands above her head, spread her long pale sculptured legs and bound them to the foot board, much as her rapists had bound her between the two trees. Mae Ling’s head dipped to Whisper’s breast, her tongue circled the little western beauty’s dusky pink areola till it was an excited puffy little pillow capped by a taunt rock hard pink nipple. Mae ling drew a pair of serpent nipple clams from her robe and like the dragons they curly bit into Whisper’s tender nipples.

Mae ling feasted on Whisper’s innocence until the night was half spent. Mae Ling loved how the girl’s delicious young body would arch and strain at her bounds every time she whispered “Cum for me Miss McGhee.”

Whisper awoke at the end of the bed as always and yet she was haunted by very sinful and erotic dreams that had seemed so real and terrifying.

 

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She was exhausted. It worried her that there had been no chance to inform her Master about the rape. No way for her to let him know.

Exactly how had she wound up in the garden house on the machine? Had her Master noticed that her black silk jacket had been ripped to shreds? Or that she had the remains of seed from these men on her body?

It was strange that none of this was mentioned. It was strange that the Master had purchased her for sex, yet he rarely had used her personally, and lately he just took her anus while the machines had used her other orafices. Of course, there was when he had the party. He had used her then before leaving her to the pleasure of his guests.

And then there was the old woman. It was unnerving for a woman to do such intimate things to another woman. It was unnatural, an abomination, a sin against God.

She paused. This entire thing was a sin against God. Sex outside of marriage, sex with numerous men, sex with these machines. An abomination!

So why did it have to feel so good? How come that each time that she was sent soaring into the clouds it felt so wonderful? It appalled her, but when she had been raped by the three men, over and over the sex with them had pushed her higher and higher. Even when her Master had thrown his party and allowed all of those men to have sex with her, every time that he would call to her to come for him, she would do so without fail and the pleasure of the flight was always there. It was hard sometimes to wait for his command.

It scared her that she was beginning to look forward to this command. Every day the machines would use her and she realized that fighting this was a waste of time. She was here, and her purpose had been changed for her. Perhaps she had come to China to be a missionary. But through no fault of her own, her life had been changed.

Whisper McGhee was a concubine, a sex toy, a plaything of some Chinese official? Prince? Who was this man that owned her? All she knew about him was that he lived in some palace complex. She knew that he had guards - guards that he had let have sex with her. He had an old woman that bathed and fed her. And he had people that he hosted dinners and orgies for. But as to who he was or his title, that was a mystery to her.

The old woman led her from the mechanical room to the bathing room. Whisper was beginning to get used to walking about either naked or with very little clothing. She stepped into the tub and waited for the woman to undress and join her.

Slowly and methodically the old woman’s hands kneaded her breast helping to work out the soreness from those dragons that her Master had used on her. The pain had shot through her but when they had been removed, she had found a strange rush go through her body.

And now as the old woman washed, her hand eventually, as always, wound up between her legs. She bit her lip as over and over she would part the fleshy lips of her sex, using first the sponge and then her fingers to make sure that all was cleaned out down there.

She had her then sit in the side of the tub and with practiced hands, shaved away all trace of hair down there. By the time that the bath was through and the woman had buffed her skin until it glowed, she was in such a sexual state, and as she was led to the pillows to recline, her fingers longed to give herself some relief.

However, today the old woman would not leave her and Whisper found herself squirming. Soon the food and bitter tea arrived and she ate and drank, hoping to soon be alone where she could fly. But that was all she remembered, for the rest was hazy.

The next morning she awoke at the foot of the bed, as usual. But the night before had been filled with such sinful dreams. Dreams involving the old woman. She was tied to the bedpost like when her Master had let the guards use her. She remembered her heart beating faster.

Then the old woman began to suck and nibble on her nipples before clipping yet some kind of figure onto them. Then to her horror, the woman climbed between her spreading legs to use her mouth upon Whisper’s sex. The dream seemed to continue for hours, with the woman periodically commanding her to come. And as her creamy excitement poured from her sex, she could hear and feel the woman drinking. She would look up from between her legs, the old woman’s mouth and chin coated in her spendings, and grin before climbing up to kiss her on the lips. The smell from her own sex filled her nostrils. Her mouth was forced open as the old woman wrapped her tongue around Whisper’s tongue, until all she could taste was herself.

The whole thing was a fuzzy bad dream and when she awoke the next morning, nothing seemed remiss though her breast were sore. That was probably from yesterday’s time on the machine.

Everything was so confusing. Her Master acted as if the brutal rape by those three men had never happened. And the disturbing dream of last night must have been just that - a dream. Her waking and sleeping hours had begin to revolve around sex.

 

[cgraven]

Ming watched as Mae Ling seduced his drugged little concubine. He smiled as Whisper was bound to the bed spread-eagled, her supple young body displayed for his pleasure perfectly. He loved the way his wife sensually massaged the little redheaded Missionary’s firm young breasts and then clamp her pebble hard little nipples before feasting on the girl’s innocence. He found the lover’s kiss that Mae Ling forced on Whisper very erotic; he loved the innocent young beauty’s reluctance and then finally her surrender to that sinful kiss.

Step by step the sheltered life that Miss Whisper McGhee had led at the Harford Seminary for Young Women was washed away and her life as the sexual slave and concubine of Ming the Merciless became her reality. Where Whisper had once thought of sexual intercrops was only to be engaged with ones husband and only with the view of having children now was quite different. Whisper was now to have sex with her Master, for his sole pleasure, to be taken from her gorgeous supple young body. She could deny him nothing, her sole purpose in life was to now please her Master with her pleasure or her pain, her worth was in her youth and beauty. If her Master decided to share her sexual charms with others it was hers to obey his will or suffer punishment for failure to please him.

Whisper found that her only companion was Mae Ling and as time went by the old woman became more and more intimate in her bathing of Whisper until her treacherous young body demanded to be sexually satisfied as she lay on her sea of pillows. Where once Mae Ling had left so that Whisper could satisfy her cravings in private, now the woman would stay, until the day that Whisper would have to masturbate before Mae Ling or almost go crazy with her need to cum.

Whisper’s life became one unbroken round of sexual pleasure, hers to give with her sweet moist mouth, tight delicious pussy or her firm forbidden bottom, if she got pleasure that was her affair and not her Master’s. So sinful had Whisper McGhee’s life had become that even her dreams were now haunted her with the most sinful dreams of Mae Ling. Mae Ling doing such things that only a man should do with a woman but never a woman should do with another woman as it was sinful and an unnatural abomination.

Ming had decided on Whisper’s next little adventure for his amusement. Mae Ling informed Whisper that her Master was to entertain a special guest this evening and that she was expected to be in attendance. The old woman loved the wide eyed look in Whisper’s soft emerald green eyes. The girl did not protest as it was her Master’s will and Whisper McGhee knew well that it was hers to obey or suffer. This time she would be required to wear a scarlet Chinese gown that would cover her sexual charms from her next to her waist. Like all the clothing that Whisper wore it was form fitting designed to highlight the young redheads figure and sexual charms. The floor length skirt was slit on both sides to the waist so that with each step her long sculptured legs were bared to the upper thigh with each step she took. Her hair was bound up so that her tawny copper hair could not hide her face.

Whisper was ushered into the banquet hall where she sank to her knees at her Master’s side her soft emerald green eyes demurely down cast. “Miss McGee I believe you know our guest Rev Culpepper.”

 

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Life in China became so different from what she had dreamed it would be. After a restless night of illicit dreams haunted by the old woman and sex, she would always awaken at the foot of her Master’s bed. She never knew just what her day would entail, though she was always certain that it would involve sex.

Some days were spent on what her Master called her “Mechanical Lover” as the steam machine belched and hissed while it thrusted all day into her sex. Sometimes her Master would use her anus at the same time.

Other days, instead of the machines, her Master would be gentle, having her stretch out on the bed where he would tie her with silk bindings before pounding into her sex. Occasionally there were no bindings and the sex was less forceful and more like what she would image was between husband and wife.

Yet there was never any doubt as to what she was. It was always obvious that she was a concubine, his sex slave to do with as he wished, and to have sex with whom ever he wished her to have sex with, be it man or machine. And she was only allowed to come when her Master would whisper those words that she had come to crave. Or when she was alone and in sore need of relief. Such as when she had just had her sensual bath at the hands of the old woman.

Usually afterwards she would be left alone to eat her meal and drink her bitter tea. And once her belly was fed, her fingers would usually sate her desire to fly. Alone on the pillows, she would usually use those fingers to rub her wet sex more and more until she would have to bite her lip to keep quiet her cries of exaltation among the soft pillows.

Then one day the old woman refused to leave. Whisper waited and waited until she thought she would scream. She tried clamping her thighs together to suppress the need but it only made it stronger. And the entire time the old stood there watching her, smiling as if she knew what was bothering Whisper. The young woman did not know that all of this was planned. All she knew was that she waited as long as she could before finally closing her eyes and slipping her hand down to her sex.

The old woman said nothing but merely watched as Whisper pressed and pushed herself towards the relief that she so seriously needed. Flying was the last thing that she remembered before waking up the next morning curled up at the foot of her Master’s bed. As usual, she had had a night of sexually disturbing dreams.

After a while, Whisper realized that she must be barren. Her Master had shown no hesitation in having sex with her, in leaving his seed deep within her womb. And he had allowed his guards to do the same. There was also that night when he had held that party and every man had also used her. And Chi Low and the dwarf in the steamer. And despite the feeling that perhaps the three men that had raped her was maybe a dream, still she had not become pregnant and her monthly flows were on time.

So, even if she had ever gotten married, there would never have been a family. It was a hard thing to accept but with the way that her life had turned out, she was thankful that there was no chance of children being born in such a situation.

There was really no conversation between herself and anyone else. Her Master had made it clear that she was not to talk to him unless he asked her a question. No such thing as small talk or idle chatter. She was told to do something and she did it. And despite the fact that she saw her Master or the old woman, or sometimes both, she was very lonely. She was not a person, but rather property, with no thought as to whether she had any feelings.

She accepted this, mainly because she had no choice. But perhaps God had decided that she had done something in her past that warranted the way that her life had turned out. All she knew was that every day, she would be used for sex in one way or another.

The old woman announced that the Master was entertaining tonight. That probably meant that she would be expected to entertain the men and be used by them. Her eyes widened in apprehension but she was quiet as she knew that it would make no difference.

She was dressed in a Chinese outfit - vivid red silk top and long skirt with slits up both side to her hips. Each step revealed her legs so there was no question as to what would be expected of her tonight.

The meal had already started as she entered the room, her copper hair styled like how she had seen many of the Chinese women wear their hair when she had watched the magic lantern show so long ago. All conversation ceased as she walked in keeping her eyes downcast as she had been trained.

She bowed, then knelt before her Master awaiting his orders.

Miss McGee I believe you know our guest Rev Culpepper.

Anger flared in her and she clenched her teeth to keep from saying exactly what she thought. Slowly she turned her head to see the overweight egotistical man that sat across from her Master.

If looks could kill, Reverend Culpepper would have dropped dead on the spot. The man could see the anger in her eyes. She knew that she would probably pay the price but she spoke anyway.

“I apologize to my Master for having to be in the same room with such a poor excuse for a human being.”

 

[cgraven]

The Rev. Wilbur Culpepper was still brooding over the loss of Miss Whisper McGhee. He had plans for that little redheaded beauty that had nothing to do with Missionary work. He had looked forward to her seduction and the uses of that gorgeous young body for many months to come, but Chi Low’s attack had put all that to an end. By now she was probably on her back in some grungy Chinese Inn making Chi Low a fortune. It was with quite some surprise that he learned that Miss McGhee was in fact no more than a few miles from the Mission station at Lui Tai and had apparently become the property of the provincial governor Ming. Culpepper had no illusions of what kind of man Ming was as he was known locally as Ming the Merciless. Yet he was also known as a man you could do business with. In the past he had supplied the governor with several of his young nubile flock for Ming amusement. It was with that in mind, and the pretense of paying the 100 gold pieces, for a Preaching License and the return of Miss Whisper McGhee That Chi Low had demanded.

Ming had studied the letter from the Rev. Culpepper. His offer of the 100 pieces of gold, for the license and the implied return of his little redheaded concubine to Culpepper. It would be interesting to see Miss McGhee’s reaction to the man who had brought her to China and then had betrayed her to her fate. Oh yes it should be quite interesting. Ming would dress Whisper in a Chinese gown to show that she was now his, his concubine, and Culpepper would know what that meant. With a wicked smile Ming dictated a letter to the Rev. Culpepper saying would discusses the matter with him over dinner.

Whispers Chinese gown was scarlet to befit her status as a fallen woman, the gown cover her sexual charms from her next to her waist. Like all the clothing that Whisper wore it was form fitting designed to highlight the young redhead’s figure and sexual charms. The floor length skirt was slit on both sides to the waist so that with each step her long sculptured legs were bared to the upper thigh with each step she took. Her hair was bound up so that her tawny copper hair could not hide her angelic face. The meal had already started as she entered the room, her copper hair styled like how she had seen many of the Chinese women wear their hair when she had watched the magic lantern show so long ago. All conversation ceased as she walked in keeping her eyes downcast as she had been trained. Whisper bowed, then gracefully knelt in one fluid and sensual movement before her Master, her stunning emerald green eyes demurely downcast as she awaited his orders like a good little concubine.

“Miss McGee I believe you know our guest Rev Culpepper.”

Ming watched as his young concubine’s head shot up, and anger and then hatred flashed their fiery depths. Whisper’s voice was tense and sarcasm dripped from every word as she boldly declared; “I apologize to my Master for having to be in the same room with such a poor excuse for a human being.”
Ming turned to Whisper and cupped her chin drawing those stunning flashing emerald green eyes to him. “Miss McGhee the Rev. Culpepper is a guest of the house of Ming and you shall treat him with the same respect that is required of you when you are with me Miss McGhee.”

Ming’s voice was barely above a whisper, his dark eyes silently warned the little redhead that he would tolerate nothing but complete obedience from her or she would pay the price for any act of defiance.

Wilbur Culpepper watched as Ming fed Whisper from his hand as she knelt by his side and drank from the palm of Ming’s hand. When the meal was finished he turned to the young redhead and simply said; Display Miss McGhee.” Whisper knew that her Master wanted her to assume the kneeling position of display. Whisper‘s choice was to humiliate herself in front of this man she despised and who had betrayed her to this life or to anger her Master.

 

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If she had had a knife in her hands at that moment, Miss Whisper McGhee would have plunged the dagger deep in the fat man’s heart. She had intense hatred for him and anyone that looked at her could easily see it.

Apparently, her Master could not only see it but hear it in her tone and in the words that she spoke. Yet her Master took her by the chin and spoke in words low for only her ears.

Miss McGhee the Rev. Culpepper is a guest of the house of Ming and you shall treat him with the same respect that is required of you when you are with me Miss McGhee.

She lowered her eyes to let him know that she understood his orders. Yet she did not know if she would be able to spend any time in the same room with the man.

Yet his words brought knowledge and she quietly stored it away in her memory. Once she was alone she would ponder this gem.

Throughout the meal, she could feel Culpepper’s eyes watching her. How dare the man sit there masquerading as a pious man of the cloth. Yet it was due to his uncaring thought for her safety that had allowed him to refuse the suggestion that they wait for an armed escort before traveling up the river. And that sanctimonious Mrs. Pennicost that has revealed her to the pirates. The woman had never wanted her there and had wasted no time in belittling everything that Whisper had done.

As the meal finished, her Master turned to her and quietly spoke. Throughout the meal he had treated her as his little pet, feeding her from his hands. She knew better than to say or do any different. Yet now his voice was as it had been in that night when he let the men have her. She tensed at his words.

Display Miss McGhee.

Anger flared in her. To be displayed in front of this man was bad enough. Despite her wishes, she assumed the position thankful that she was still dressed in her concubine red.

 

[cgraven]

The Rev. Wilbur Culpepper could hardly take his eyes off of Whisper during the meal. His mouth watered just to see her kneeling there at Ming’s feet delicately taking morsels of food from his hand, or bending her proud little head to drink from his hand. She was gorgeous and the Chinese gown she wore highlighted her sexual charms. Yet he was no fool he could see the coldness, the hatred in Whispers stunning emerald green eyes and knew that the proud little redhead held him responsible for her present situation and her fall from grace as she now knelt in obedience to her Master’s will.

As the meal finished, her Master turned to her and quietly spoke. What was said Culpepper could not hear. He did see that Whisper flushed scarlet, he could see that gorgeous young body tense at her Master’s words. Then he heard Ming say in the most mild and conversational tone, “Display Miss McGhee”. There was a flash of emerald green fire in Whisper’s eyes, her body stiffened, Culpepper saw the hatred in them directed to him. Then Whisper seemed to sigh as she slowly raised her hands to the nape of her neck, her elbows straight out and her chin held high. The very position trust her firm young breasts up and out as if offering them to her Master and his guest. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson yet the proud little would be missionary held the position of display as she knelt at her Master’s feet.

“Amuse us Miss McGhee, sensually seduce us with your dance.” The note in Ming’s voice was one that Whisper new well, he would not tolerate the slightest disobediences. He then clapped his hands three times and the sultry music played by unseen musicians drifted through the banquet hall. Culpepper he could feel his manhood stiffen as he watched the sensually fluid movements of the young redhead. She moved with a fluid grace that had him hungering for her.

“Miss McGhee bare yourself so we may enjoy your naked perfection as you dance.” This was the most galling thing Ming had ever had her do, to strip before the man that had betrayed her to this fate a jaded, sexual, concubine to a barbarian. “Miss McGhee!” The warning in her Master’s voice was unmistakable.

 

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Quite against her will, she did as her Master had ordered, the very position considered lewd. But Whisper knew full well that to deny her Master his request would be foolhardy and painful.

She refused to look in the Reverend’s direction, expecting a number of reactions. Shock at seeing his one time missionary displaying herself in such a suggestive manner. Or was it lechery at how she now must bend to the will of her Master whatever his desires must be. Perhaps shame at the way that his fellow countrywoman must be forced to debase herself for this foreigner.

She cared not. All she felt was hatred for Reverend Culpepper and his entire sanctimonious group. To leave a poor defenseless woman to the evil desires of those pirates told her just what kind of man he was, and what kind of people the women at the mission were.

Whisper feared what her Master’s next words would be. Still, when she heard them she felt her heart beat fast.

Amuse us Miss McGhee, sensually seduce us with your dance.

His tone was cold and authoritative, one that brooked no insubordination. The topic was not open for discussion. He clapped his hands 3 times and the song that she recognized yet knew not its name could be heard. Surely her Master would not continue this farce knowing full well just how much she hated this man.

Slowly she rose, beginning the dance that the old woman had taught her. In the red Chinese dress, her every movement seemed more accented, more lascivious, more provocative. Still she did not look at the Reverend but she easily heard his heavy breathing.

The dance ended as she sank to the ground in the pose of supplication, her face pressed against the floor. Waiting...and praying that this would be the end.

Miss McGhee bare yourself so we may enjoy your naked perfection as you dance.

She did not move. She could not move. She was unable to move, her body tensing as a plethoras of emotions flooded through her. Anger, shame, confusion, disappointment... there was too much to accept or comprehend as she stayed pressed to the floor, wishing for death or even the earth to open up and swallow her, never to be seen again.

Miss McGhee!

She clenched her teeth. When she finally gracefully rose, the face she showed was not the pleasing face of Whisper McGhee. Instead it was the cold face of a concubine, an inanimate thing with no feelings. Her eyes held cold hatred for the man seated as the guest of honor. Yet her skin revealed her embarrassment as it flushed a bright crimson.

As she began to dance again, fingers mechanically removed her clothes, the dance performed with perfection. Yet this time, there was no heart in it. She was like a doll forced to perform. She refused to look at Culpepper, for if she had she feared that she would have scratched the man’s eyes out and crammed them down her throat.

In a way, this scared her. Never in her sheltered life had she felt such hatred for someone. This was more than what she had felt for Chi Low or the dwarf or even her Master.

Finally the dance ended again and this time as she gracefully sank into the pose of supplication, cool air brushed against her bare backside. On her knees and bent over so that her face was pressed to the floor, she was like an egg waiting to be born. Her heart pounded at she awaited what would happen next.

 

[cgraven]

The Rev. Wilbur Culpepper watched as Whisper gracefully rose to do as her Master had commanded. Ming’s simple act of the clap of his time three times brought sultry strains of music floating the air. Culpepper was amazed by Whisper’s fluid graceful movements, the way the skirt of her crimson Chinese gown gave tantalizing glimpses of her long shapely legs, and the firm curve of her seductive little derrière. His tick tongue ran over his lips as Whisper’s hands seductively ran up the sensual curves of her torso to cup her firm young breasts through the material of her crimson gown. Culpepper was visibly excited by the time Whisper McGhee sank to her knees and then prostrated herself in front of Ming her head pressed to the floor as if she was some Chinese concubine.

“Miss McGhee bare yourself so we may enjoy your naked perfection as you dance.”

Culpepper found himself leaning forward in anticipation to finally see the unveiling of the charming Miss McGhee in all her naked glory, to see her naked as the day she was born had long been is secret desire. He watched as Whisper remained on her knees. Ming also so his little redheaded concubine’s hesitation and simply said; “Miss McGhee”.

Again he clapped his hands, again the music floated through the air and again like a little “Puppet” Whisper rose to dance to the strings that her Master pulled. Whisper McGhee’s dance was perfection, sultry, sensual, and seductive as each article of clothing was slowly and seductively shed until the once would be little redheaded missionary danced naked to the will of her Master until once more Whisper lay prostrate at Ming’s feet. She had gracefully sunk into the pose of supplication, cool air brushed against her bare backside and her angelic face was pressed to the floor, she was like an egg waiting to be born

Culpepper impulsively blurted out “I’ll pay you 100,000 pieces of gold for Miss McGhee.”

Ming simply smiled as he watched Whisper remain motionless. He knew that she hated this man, he let the silence in the room linger. Time slowed as that silence lingered, finally Ming spoke it was slow and moderate. “I have no desire to sell Miss McGhee for she pleases me well.” Ming was delighted by the fallen look on Rev. Culpepper’s face, and the little sigh of relief from his redheaded concubine. “But you are a guest of the house of Ming and as such I cannot refuse you Miss McGhee’s company for the night if that is what you desire.”

Ming loved the lecherous gaze in Rev. Culpepper’s eyes and he knew the despair that must grip Whispers young soul. Miss McGhee you will please the Rev. Culpepper with your sexual charms this evening.”
Ming loved to toy with his sweet redheaded Concubine and it would net him 1,000 gold pieces as well. He could see the unholy look in Cullpepper’s eyes at the prospect of having the young beauty as his for the night.

“Miss McGhee go to Rev. Culpepper is your Master for the night serve him as you would serve me.” Ming paused for a moment. “You will not disgrace the house of Ming Miss McGhee!”

 

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I’ll pay you 100,000 pieces of gold for Miss McGhee.

The man’s voice seemed unnaturally loud in the room, almost as if instead he were shouting the offer across the width of the river instead of being spoken within these four walls. She tensed, certain that her Master had seen the action. For a moment it worried her that her Master was seriously considering the offer. And anger rose up in her heart. Culpepper had quibbled with the pirates concerning the tribute to be paid, yet here he was offering a thousand times more. A man destined for hell if ever there was one.

His answer came after a bit and she visibly relaxed. She was unaware of her sigh of relief.

I have no desire to sell Miss McGhee for she pleases me well.

Let Culpepper think what he will, it was all true. And it was his fault.

But you are a guest of the house of Ming and as such I cannot refuse you Miss McGhee’s company for the night if that is what you desire.

In that moment she hated her Master. He knew full well just how much she despised Culpepper and yet here he was offering the man the use of her body for the night. To her Master, she had no feelings. She was just a thing to be used and passed around to any and everybody - the guards, the guest, even the one man that she hated above everyone else.

Though she had kept her face pressed to the floor, she was sure that her Master - Ming it must be as he had mentioned several time tonight that this was the ‘House of Ming’ - had seen her flinch. And with no clothes on, her body though supplicant must betray her tense posture. Hence his words.

Miss McGhee go to Rev. Culpepper is your Master for the night serve him as you would serve me. You will not disgrace the house of Ming Miss McGhee!

She paused for a moment before raising up on her knees and bowing to her Master. But as she rose to her feet, she turned to Culpepper and her expression changed to pure hated, as if she looked upon a piece of filthy trash. The man seemed to almost salivate as he stood, his corpulent belly barely able to disguise the bulge in the man’s pants. Sweat seemed to roll down his face and he repeatedly and ineffectively dabbed at his red face with a handkerchief.

The old woman suddenly appeared and motioned for them to follow. Whisper turn, choosing to ignore the paunchy man and follow the old woman. She could hear Culpepper behind her and was well aware that as she walked nude through the tangle of rooms and corridors the man’s eyes were probably glued to her ass.

Eventually the old woman led them to a room. It could have almost been a double for the room that she usually woke up in except this bed was a bit different. The elegantly carved dragons appeared to be at war with each other. How appropriate, she thought to herself.

Giving her an all-knowing smile, the old woman turned and left her alone with Culpepper. She stood for a moment, staring at him with hatred burning with her. There was no smile on her face and she spoke to him as a relative equal - much as she would had she been back at home and had discovered such a vile proclivity in a person.

“Well, Culpepper I see you for the man that you are. It is because of your ignorance and foolhardiness that I find myself here. You are no man of God. That you purchased me for the night says it all. I am here against my will - I have no say in what has been done to me. But you...”

She was disgusted and turn away.

 

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“I have no desire to sell Miss McGhee for she pleases me well …………But you are a guest of the house of Ming and as such I cannot refuse you Miss McGhee’s company for the night if that is what you desire…….. Miss McGhee you will please the Rev. Culpepper with your sexual charms this evening.”….. Miss McGhee go to Rev. Culpepper is your Master for the night serve him as you would serve me.” Her master’s words had at first brought pride and hope to the young redheaded beauty. Yet those words that followed brought a crushing hopelessness to Whisper.

The Rev Wilbur Culpepper watched the little tableau pay out play out between his concubine. Much like Whisper his hopes were dashed at first and then soared as Ming gave the winsome Miss McGhee to him for the evening. He had no doubts that he would have to pay the 1,000 gold pieces. His thoughts where interrupted by the appearance of an old woman.

Whisper rose with a fluid grace and with her eyes demurely lowered follow Mae Ling. Culpepper follow close behind the naked girl his eyes wide as he watched Whisper’s sensually swaying hips and the firm curve of her buttocks. His mouth watered at that seductive sight and his breath came in little gasps. At last they were ushered into a room.

The old woman led them to a room. It could have almost been a double for the room that Whisper slept in at her Master’s feet, yet this bed was a bit different. The elegantly carved dragons appeared to be at war with each other. Mae Ling gave Whisper an all-knowing smile that told the young western beauty that the Master would tolerate no disobedience from her. the old woman then turned and left her alone with Culpepper.
Whisper stood for a moment, staring at him her stunning emerald green eyes were filled with hatred burning within them. There was no smile on her face and she spoke to The Rev Culpepper as a relative equal, not as a concubine of the house of Ming, much as she would have spoken to him back at home before her life had been so utterly changed. Whisper had discovered the depth that Culpepper would sink to.

“Well, Culpepper I see you for the man that you are. It is because of your ignorance and foolhardiness that I find myself here. You are no man of God. That you purchased me for the night says it all. I am here against my will - I have no say in what has been done to me. But you...” Whisper McGhee turned away from the Rev. Culpepper in disgust.

Wilbur Culpepper had seen the love of pure hatred that Whisper had given him, the liquid Emerald fire that was meant to sear his soul. His hand lashed out, his palm a crimson print on the young girl’s pale flawless cheek. He had knocked Whisper to the floor, he took the moment of the young beauty’s shock to drag her to her feet. “I shall teach you that pride is comes before the fall Miss McGhee.” He dragged Whisper over his knees and no matter how the young beauty struggled it was to no avail. “You my proud young beauty must be chastised.” Culpepper slipped his belt from his pants and doubled it.

Whack

Whispers firm little bottom jiggled with the force of the blow and a wide crimson strip burned on Miss McGhee’s pert little ass. Culpepper smile as he caught the first musky wisp of Whisper’s arousal. “ I see your Master has taught you to enjoy pain Miss McGhee and I shall chastise you till you cum for me.”

Whack

Again the belt came down and a second crimson stripe joined the first. “I am sure your Master has taught you to be thankful for what you have been given.” Culpepper waited for Whisper to yield to his will.

Whack

A third crimson stripe now joined the first two. It was apparent that Whisper’s torment would continue until she yielded to this man she so hated.

 

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One minute she was standing there with pure hatred in her heart and suddenly she was on the floor with a ringing in her ears and her cheek hurt like hell. She was stunned and blinked a few times, trying to understand just what had happened. Pain flared through her arm as strong fingers grabbed it and the ringing made all the noise sound like it was coming from under a thick blanket so she couldn’t necessarily understand all of what was being said as he dragged her across the room.

Sitting on the bed, she was thrown over Culpepper’s knee and held in place with what felt like an elbow while he fumbled with his belt.

...proud young beauty must be chastised.

WHACK

She jerked as pain shot through her butt and she silently cursed her body as it reacted the way that it had been trained to do. She really did not enjoy pain, she abhorred it. It’s just that some days she really did not have any choice. It hurt but it seemed to have cleared up the ringing in her ears and she heard his words clearly.

I see your Master has taught you to enjoy pain Miss McGhee and I shall chastise you till you cum for me.

His clothing felt rough as it rubbed against the front side of her body and her struggling to get up did not help. Whisper had become used to soft silks and was very aware of the coarseness of Culpepper’s clothes.

WHACK

She refused to cry and instead bit her lip hard in an attempt to hold back the tears. She fought back the urge to bite his leg though to do so would have been a relatively easy thing to do. His fat gut pressed against her side, heavy and yet mushy feeling and just large enough so that it did not leave a lot of lap for Whisper to be draped over.

WHACK

I am sure your Master has taught you to be thankful for what you have been given.

Thankful for rape and sexual slavery? Had the man lost his mind? Of course he was all right with all of this as he had not been raped, he was not being forced to sexually serve whomever her Master felt like giving her to, including fat, lazy, paunchy sweating men that pretended to be pious clergymen but were actually flagitious, facetious whoremongers.

Those thoughts ran amok in her mind as he continued to beat her, her bottom growing redder and the pain more unbearable with each strike of his belt until she thought that she would go mad from the pain.

She had lost count of exactly how many times it was before she finally screamed for him to stop, beating her fist upon his leg to get his attention. It was as if he couldn’t cease and she felt sweat drip from his face onto her red and painful bottom.

 

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Ming watched from his hidden viewing area the little tableau that played out before them as the Rev. Culpepper and the charming Miss McGhee were led to the bed chamber by Mae Ling. The hatred in Whisper’s stunning emerald green eyes for the reverend was palatable. Mae ling had just joined him when their little redheaded concubine had declared; “Well, Culpepper I see you for the man that you are. It is because of your ignorance and foolhardiness that I find myself here. You are no man of God. That you purchased me for the night says it all. I am here against my will - I have no say in what has been done to me. But you...”

His reaction had been swift and had stunned the delectable young beauty. The lecherous couple watched in wrapped enjoyment as Whisper was dragged across the reverend’s lap and he spanked her with is doubled over belt. Ming loved the crimson stripe that now decorated the pale flawless skin of the young redhead’s firm little ass. “Look how she squirms! I wager that her gorgeous little body will betray her soon my love.” Mae Ling cooed.

Whisper had lost count of exactly how many times it was before she finally screamed for him to stop, beating her little fist uselessly upon his leg to get his attention. It was as if he couldn’t cease and she felt sweat drip from his face onto her red and painful bottom. The reverend smiled and simply said, “If you wish the pain to stop Miss McGhee then swallow your pride and cum for me now.” Culpepper paused for a moment before giving the hapless young beauty one bore slap with his belt. “Or I can continue this spanking all night long Miss McGhee.”


Ming knew how much Whisper McGhee hated the Rev Culpepper he also knew that his little redheaded concubine had a very passionate and submissive nature. That passion that was now in full fury of hatred was just a breath away for the passionate desire to once more fly all it would rake was for the girl to cum and then she would be enslaved to Culpepper for the night. Ming and Mae ling watched to see how the passion and the sexual cravings of Whisper’s supple young body would amuse them.

 

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If you wish the pain to stop Miss McGhee then swallow your pride and cum for me now.

WHACK

Or I can continue this spanking all night long Miss McGhee.

She didn’t think that her ass could handle being whipped all night long. As it was now, the pain had become unbearable. However stupid and unreliable as the man was, he had said those magic words to her and she could feel her body attempting to do as it had been trained to do.

...cum for me now...

It galled her that despite how much she hated the man, because of those four words her body would try to do as he had bid her to do. Though she was please that no matter what would happen this night, Culpepper would be fully aware of exactly what she thought of him and his band of dried prunes that were his matrons.

Already she could feel the flutterings deep inside of her. He rubbed his hand across her sore bottom, his cool hand surprisingly nice on the heat that it sported from the whipping. She lowered her head trying to welcome the flight. The last thing that she wanted was more of that belt.

Her breathing started to come faster and she was glad that he had seemed to stop the whippings as she didn’t think she could stand any more of them.

For a moment she forgot that it was Culpepper’s lap that she was straddling, legs on one side, head on the other, and bare butt presented to him. He still rested his hand against her skin though she was aware of his finger creeping towards the cleft that hid her sex and anus.

...cum for me now

Almost there, it was hard to do it for this man, hatred burned so bright in her against him. And so she dug down into her, bringing forth her Master’s voice, the voice that quite against her will had come to mean something to her. It was not love that he gave her. She did not think that such a feeling was within the man. At least not for her. She was only property to her Master, to Ming. She did think that he was perhaps fond if her, as one might be to a pet. And to him, that was what she was. A pet. A dog or a cat or a concubine.

And so, she called forth from memory his voice, giving him these words.

...cum for me now

It worked. That soft insidious sound of power and perversion could be heard by her as she began to twitch and shake. Slowly her head came up and she felt herself begin to take flight as her back arched. Perched on the sliver of Culpepper’s lap not covered by his mammoth belly, she actually looked as if she were ready for flight. At that moment, she was unaware of the man nor what he did.

Only that once more she flew.

 

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Ming and Mae Ling smiled as there little redheaded sexual concubine succumbed to those four little words that her gorgeous young body seemed unable to resist, Cum for me now! They watched as Whisper surrendered to the soft insidious sound of power and perversion of those four little words. That delicious young body began to buck in thrash, slowly her head came up and her back arched as she once more began to take flight. The hapless little redhead was perched on the sliver of Culpepper’s lap not covered by his mammoth belly. The watched as Whisper actually looked as if she were ready for flight. Time had lost all meaning, even who she was with faded all that mattered, that once more she flew.

“ Such a passionate and obedient young Miss you are Miss McGhee.” Culpepper let his fingers trace the firm curves of the little redheaded ass. As Whisper collapsed on to his lap her breath coming in staggered little gasps as his finger tips traced the crimson stripes of her spanking and then slipped between her velvet thighs to tease and excite the young beauty’s throbbing clit. Slowly he began to finger fuck Whisper, stocking her sexual arousal driving her to the edge of that abyss that would once more send her flying.

Mae Ling and Ming began betting as to the number of times that the reverend would have his once innocent little lamb, screaming in sexual ecstasy, despite her hatred for him. How long before she would beg him to truly fuck her delicious little pussy, for they both knew that his pudgy fingers would soon not be enough for the passionate little redheaded concubine to Fly and that treacherous, gorgeous body of hers would once more betray her.

The Rev. Culpepper smiled as he worked his finger back and forth in Whisper McGhee’s juice little pussy. “So you like being finger fucked Miss McGhee.” She could hardly deny what he said as her sweet dewy nectar was freely flowing the more his finger fucked her. It was then that a second finger joined the first, and then a third. The palm of his hand rested on Whisper’s clit and ground against it us as his fingers fucked her. The young redheaded whimpered in her need to cum when Culpepper cooed in her ear, “Beg me to fuck you, beg me to fuck your tight little pussy, beg me to fuck you with my cock Miss McGhee!”

 

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It was as she was falling back to earth, her body shuddering in its last throes of ecstasy that she felt his fingers methodically dip down into the crevice that led to her sex. He seemed to easily find that nub that grew with her excitement, and though she was still breathless from flying she could feel the need beginning to grow within her again.

Culpepper slipped a finger inside her sex, already that dark tunnel wet with desire for more. His other arm rested along her back as if to keep her from leaving him. She could feel his belly pressing against her side, expanding and contracting with his breathing as his pudgy finger pumped in and out of her sex.

So you like being finger fucked Miss McGhee.

She blushed for the squelching sound that his finger made told him that she did, whether she protested or not. A second fat finger joined the first, short and leaving her hungry for more. At least when her Master did it his fingers were long and seemed to reach up into the darkness within her.

Yet even when he added a third finger, it seemed too short and unfulfilling. He grounded the heel of his palm against her sex and she found herself wanting more.

More from this buffoon of a man? Even the dwarf was probably better endowed than Culpepper. Her ass still burned as he leaned his arm across her buttocks, the pain flaring and causing her sex to grip at those inadequate fingers.

And yet she still needed what her Master had taught her to crave. To be fucked, as he had told her so many times. Her nipples, pressed against Culpepper’s pant, were aching and needy.

Beg me to fuck you, beg me to fuck your tight little pussy, beg me to fuck you with my cock Miss McGhee!

The wet sounds that his fingers made in her sex told him that she wanted it. There was an ever-growing stain on the thigh of his pants where her juices ran down to, spreading. The need was growing stronger and stronger.

Pride is a wasted emotion. At least that was how it felt. She could be prideful all she wished, but with his fingers playing in her wet sex, Culpepper knew it to be a false emotion.

“Yes, please fuck me. Please fuck my tight little pussy. Please fuck me with your cock. Please.”

 

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Ming watched as he watched his little western concubine’s resolve and hatred give way to the cravings of her treacherous and traitorous young body. Her spanking had awoke her darker passions ones that Ming knew Whisper McGhee could not admit to herself and yet her gorgeous young body became more and more aroused as Culpepper spanked her with his belt. Ming watched as the last of his little redheaded concubine’s pride gave way to what her gorgeous young body craved.

Mae Ling smiled as the still so innocent Miss McGhee gasped and pleaded with the Reverend Culpepper, “Yes, please fuck me. Please fuck my tight little pussy. Please fuck me with your cock. Please.” No matter how many times the girl had been fucked by her master or by her Mistress Whisper still blushed crimson when she was forced to beg to be fucked so she once more could fly in sexual ecstasy, for the young redheaded beauty could not pretend any longer that it was against her will but that she wanted to be fucked, oh dear god how she craved to be fucked.

Culpepper stoked and rolled Whisper McGhee’s throbbing little clit under the pad of his thumb as she sobbed and begged in her need, “Please fuck my tight little pussy. Please fuck me with your cock. Please.” Culpepper smiled down on the fallen beauty and simply said, “Of course Miss McGhee I will be more than happy to fuck you my dear but first you must do something for me.” The reverend looped his belt through the buckle slipped it over Whisper head and around her slender neck so it formed a collar and lead.

“You will disrobe me so that I may fuck you…..” He paused a moment and drew the makeshift collar tighter around the girl’s neck till it was an effort for Whisper to breath. “I trust you will be a good girl Miss McGhee or I shall have to chastise you again.” Culpepper let the naked young beauty slip from his lap to half kneel, half recline at his feet. There was no doubt of what she had to do.

 

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Of course Miss McGhee I will be more than happy to fuck you my dear but first you must do something for me.

Yet another niggling of apprehension popped up within her. Culpepper had revealed his true self to her and what to one may seem trivial, to her all these trivialities were starting to add up to a very depraved and deviant person. The man had presented himself to the seminary back home as a man of God. Yet, if the truth were known, he was a man of the flesh. Lord knew just what he had planned to do to her once he had gotten her to the mission. And Mrs. Pentecost was probably in his bed every chance that she got.

He quickly looped his belt through its buckle and put the thing around her neck, making her feel like some animal on a leash. It felt degrading.

You will disrobe me so that I may fuck you…..

With a devious smile he tightened it tighter and tighter until she gasped for breath.

I trust you will be a good girl Miss McGhee or I shall have to chastise you again.

He gave her a nudge and she slipped off his sliver of a lap and fell at his feet. Yet he retained a grip on the leash, standing and giving a little tug on the belt.

Half heartedly she rose. The man had her for the night and her thought was to go ahead and get this over with. The man more than likely would run out of stamina and would probably soon be snoring away in bed. And if his pudgy fingers were any indication, perhaps his manhood would be like the dwarf’s.

He waited as she removed his jacket - a heavy black thing that stunk from the man sweating in it. She folded it and set it to one side before unbuttoning the man’s shirt. It too stunk and she was unsure of how she would continue. If Culpepper’s fingers had not stirred up such a need in her, she would have hesitated more.

Standing in his white undershirt and black pants made his belly seem even larger and she could see curly chest hairs crowding around the neck and armhole openings as if needing fresh air.

Yet the entire time that she undressed him, he refused to release the belt, changing it from one hand to the other, and occasionally giving it a tug if she hesitated in her job of undressing him. Piece by piece she stripped the man until at last he stood in only his underwear, a loose baggy thing of grey.

She hesitated and Culpepper gave a tug reminding her that she had a job to do. She blushed and nodded, taking hold of the waistband and pulling them down, concentrating on getting them off over his feet, though the idea of him tripping over them and falling flat on his face did delight her. Like the rest of his clothes, they too stunk of sweat and she quickly folded them and added them to the growing pile of his clothes.

It was when she turned back to him and actually took note of his member that a gasp left her lips.

 

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“I trust you will be a good girl Miss McGhee or I shall have to chastise you again.” A tug on Whisper’s make shift collar and leach was enough to make his point. The Ravened Culpepper smiled down on the gorgeous young redhead and idly thought that this is where she belonged, on her knees, naked as the day she was born with her delicious little pussy shaven bare, and doing his bidding. He loved the feel of young Whisper’s hands as she unbuttoned his shirt and he took a perverse pleasure in the look of utter distaste that she found in having to disrobe him. Piece by piece she stripped him until at last he stood in only his underwear. Whisper hesitated and Culpepper gave a sharp tug on her leash reminding Miss McGhee that she had a job to do. Whisper blushed and nodded, Culpepper smiled as those delicate hands took hold of the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down, the girl had turned her head to the side concentrating on getting them off over his feet. It was when she turned back to him and actually took note of his member that a gasp left her lips.

Culpepper loved the look of shock and fearful wonder that crept into Whisper’s stunning green eyes as his massive cock danced before Whisper’s wide fearful eyes. It swayed from side to side like a serpent mesmerizing its pry and about to strike. Never in her young life had Whisper McGhee seen a man’s cock that was so long and so huge it is girth. As the little redhead stared at his manhood in wonder Culpepper simply told her to wash him for he was hot. He knew that she wanted to be fucked, to fly once more, and she knew as well as he what would happen if she did not obey his every command as if it had come from her master, Ming, himself.

When she had done as told Rev. Culpepper’s next command she must have anticipated would come sooner or later, but he drew it out ever so slowly. “Dry me with your hair Miss McGhee and when you have completed your task braid those tawny copper tresses in the manner of the French. For I wish nothing to hide your face from me.”

When Whisper had done as she was told he looked at her and cooed; “Take me into your sweet little mouth Miss McGhee and bring me to hardness.” Apparently his cock had not grown to its full erection.

 

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The thing was massive. Never before had she seen anything so large and she was beginning to regret her words. Surely to be fucked by something the likes of what hung between Culpepper’s legs would rip her into two.

She felt fear rise up inside her yet he seemed to delight in the apprehension that filled her. She could certainly see cruelty in his eyes. Strange that she had not noticed it before this. Yet his words told her that he was enjoying the power that he had over her because of her position - a concubine of Ming.

He commanded her to wash him and she fought the urge to slap him or scratch him or something that would let Culpepper know exactly what she thought of the man. However, she did as he ordered, noting the man’s rotund girth was sweating rather heavily. Before she had traveled here, she had found this man a serious and pious man. Now she saw him as he really was. Fat and disgusting and far from the man of God that she took him for. She washed the man, noting that it seemed to take some effort to move his member and his sac seemed heavy and looked as if the skin that encased it was stretched to its limits.

Dry me with your hair Miss McGhee and when you have completed your task braid those tawny copper tresses in the manner of the French. For I wish nothing to hide your face from me.

Dry him with her hair? Just who did he think that he was? Inside she seethed yet she did as ordered. Her hair had grown quite a bit in the period since she had been captured and it’s coppery glow seemed to make her stand out more than before. And since she so seldom was outside, her skin had retained that pale glow.

As she knelt before him, she kept her head bowed to hide her anger and fear.

Take me into your sweet little mouth Miss McGhee and bring me to hardness.

Now she was really frightened. If the man would be getting larger, it would probably kill her to satisfy him. She wondered if a woman had ever died from such.

Her lips would barely stretch over the fat, broad tip and the whole thing felt heavy on her tongue as she tried to take him in her mouth. As it was her hand would not stretch all the way around it. She suddenly felt small and had it not been for the fear of retribution by her Master, she would have done the unchristian thing of hurting this man exactly where it hurt him.

Instead, she made her best attempt to please Culpepper with her mouth.

 

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Cullpepper loved the look of amazement and fear that he saw in Whisper McGhee soft expressive emerald green eyes. He delight in the apprehension that filled her and could not help but believe that this is where she was meant to be, kneeling, naked as the day she was born, at a man’s feet, his feet, to satisfy his lust no matter how he wished. He loved the way that the way disgust and feared warred within the little tawny copper haired beauty as she washed him and her disbelief that he should demand such a thing when he had commanded her Dry me with your hair Miss McGhee and when you have completed your task braid those tawny copper tresses in the manner of the French. For I wish nothing to hide your face from me.. He smiled to think of the biblical reference of the whore drying the Master’s feet with her hair and to have her shimmering copper tresses so tightly braided would insure he could savor each little emotion that would be written on her angelic face that in those stunning emerald green eyes.

Whisper knelt before him, she kept her head bowed to hide her anger and fear. Then the command that she must have been anticipating came; “Take me into your sweet little mouth Miss McGhee and bring me to hardness.”

He knew that the young beauty was trapped for her Master Ming had told her to obey him in all things as if was a command from Ming himself. Culpepper could see that Whisper was really frightened. It was if he could read her thoughts and knew her fears; could the man, would be getting larger, if so it probably kill her to satisfy him. He could see she wondered if a woman had ever died from such.

Oh those sweet moist lips could barely stretch over the fat, broad tip heavily nested in the hallow of Whisper’s tongue as she tried to take him in her mouth. Her dainty hand could not stretch all the way around the girth of his massive cock. Culpepper smiled as Whisper McGhee, the onetime innocent Missionary made her best attempt to please Culpepper with her mouth.

He laced his fingers into the girl’s soft shimmering copper tresses. He made no effort to ease into that sweet little mouth but began to forcibly fuck Whisper’s angelic face. He had half his ridged cock down the hapless young beauty’s tight little throat. That monster that was already 9” long began to grow in Whisper’s succulent young mouth like a snake, like the serpent in the guardian grew even larger, an obscene temptation for her to take it all within her sweet little mouth, and to posses Whisper completely.

It seemed like an eternity as Culpepper fucked that sweet angelic face and yet to Whisper McGhee amazement he did not cum or give any signs that he was even ready to. Then suddenly he pulled from Whisper’s mouth with an obscene “POP”. He smiled down on her as he reclined on the bed. “Come Miss McGhee mount me so I may fuck that tight little pussy and see your face as I take you Miss McGhee.”
Now he would have her as the Pirates had and as Ming had. At least for the night she was his to do with as he pleased.

 

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Suddenly Culpepper’s mammoth manhood was shoved unceremoniously into her mouth, her lips stretched entirely too tightly around the huge thing. The fat slob’s fingers gripped her hair and she pushed against his thighs in an attempt to keep from choking on him. The coarse black hairs on his thighs felt nasty beneath her palms and she felt herself choking as that broad tip was forced down her throat. Because of the largeness of Culpepper’s belly, each time that he forced himself into her throat her forehead was smashed against it, the sweat transferred from his skin to hers. She was thankful that his girth force him to stop so that only half of his manhood filled her mouth and throat but she could not see just how much her neck swelled up in testament to the huge girth of his manhood.

And yet the thing continued to grow, until she could swear that her jaw was no longer attached to her skull. Her forehead was red from repeatedly slamming into the man’s gut and her throat felt raw as did her whole mouth and lips. She had never thought that an appendage could grow so large. To her it felt as it the man had grown an arm between his legs and was now shoving it down her throat.

Suddenly he seemed to tire of it all and pulled the huge snake from her mouth. Perhaps it was from the limited oxygen, but she looked at him with a dazed expression as he turned and unceremoniously climbed upon the bed, attempting to recline in some kind of enticing pose. He failed miserably. As he moved the thing between his legs remained firm with no signs of losing its size.

Come Miss McGhee mount me so I may fuck that tight little pussy and see your face as I take you Miss McGhee.

She prayed silently the Culpepper would roast in hell as she climbed up on the bed. This was humiliating and it angered her that she was forced to do as this man was commanding.

She figured that the best way was to stand and attempt to mount him by slowly squatting. Easier said than done. Standing on the mattress, she reached up to steady herself, grabbing the forked tongue of the dragons, which made a natural handhold. Perhaps that was their true intent.

Straddling the man, she slowly began to squat once she was over the target. All too soon she felt the broad tip of his member flush up against her sex. As she pressed she could feel the fat head attempting to work its way into her. But it would not fit. A little more was pressed into her yet already she felt stretched too far as discomfort gradually turned into pain.

Tears welled up in her eyes as more worked its way inside. Her face mirrored the pain that she felt as she looked at the man as he lay there with that stupid grin on his face.

“I hate you!” She muttered under her breath, that hatred mirrored in her eyes as she glanced into his.

“You are to large to fit inside of me.”

 

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Ming loved watching from hiding his little redheaded concubine being used and abused by other men. He enjoyed the control he had over every aspect of his sweet little fallen missionary’s life and no matter what he demanded of her she could not say no without paying a heavy price for her disobedience. He smiled when Whisper’s soft emerald green eyes went wide with disbelief and fear when she first saw the size and girth of Culpepper’s cock. His black heart soared as the young western redheaded beauty head dipped and she took Culpepper’s massive cock into her sweet little mouth and throat her tawny copper head bobbing up and down the man’s cock as she desperately tried to take him all into her delicious mouth and throat.

Mae Ling noticed something else. The dark dominatrix saw Miss Whisper McGhee’s delightful submissive nature become stronger and stronger. The girl never rebelled but submissively tried to carry out every command that the Reverend gave her. Oh Mae ling could see how the little redhead hated what she was being forced to do. The forced oral satisfaction of the man, and then his demand that Whisper McGhee straddle him and then to fuck him, Oh how the girl’s hatred for Culpepper flared as Whisper swore under her breath, “I hate you!” and then pleaded with him, “You are too large to fit inside of me.”

Culpepper simply laughed “Oh Miss McGhee you will take me all into that tight little pussy and sweet cunt of yours.” He placed his hands on her hips and began to force the young girl down onto his cock. As yet only the head of that monstrous cock was in Whisper. The girl’s own weight, position, and his hands upon her hips all worked against Whisper as inch by inch his cock disappeared into Whisper McGhee’s delicious little body. Culpepper’s impalement of the hapless little beauty seemed to an eternity yet in the end her shaven pussy was ground against his wiry groin. The tip of Culpepper’s cock pressed against the top of Whisper’s womb, yet he had managed to fully impale the helpless beauty. “How does it feel to be fucked by a real man Miss McGhee?”

Ming and Mae ling watched with delight as Cullpepper began to now fuck Whisper in earnest. “She took all of him Master Ming.” Mae Ling cooed as she watched Whisper being roughly fucked. “Yes she did I am proud of my little redheaded concubine.” Ming’s pride in how Whisper took being raped by this man she so hated pleasing. “I wonder if Miss McGhee’s delicious young body will betray her again or is he too much for her.” The wicked pair leaned forward to watch Whisper’s rape and her luscious young body’s response to it.

 

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His laughter belittled her, and his answer scared her.

Oh Miss McGhee you will take me all into that tight little pussy and sweet cunt of yours.

His hands were meaty, with thick fingers that took hold of her hips and began to force more of himself into her. Her mouth opened as if gasping for air and she could not help the scream that left her lips. The man was too big and she grabbed at the fingers that dug into her hips.

Culpepper ignored her and continued to pull her down on his massive organ. She had the feeling of being filled beyond the capacity of her sex and tears sprang to her eyes. Frantically she alternated tearing at his fingers that had a tight grip on her hips and pushing against his large belly. Repeated whimpers escaped her lips until she could feel the coarse hair that was at the base of his monstrous manhood tickle her shaved mons. It felt as if the head of his member nudged something deep inside of her and pain flared up every time she barely moved.

How does it feel to be fucked by a real man Miss McGhee?

And with those words he began to lift her off his manhood. Before he could lift her all the way off, he would once more press himself into her. Each time that he would pull out, it felt as if he was dragging her insides out with his cock before shoving it back inside her. And each time that he did it, she could tell that he did it a bit faster.

She couldn’t answer him. She didn’t want to answer him. Everything felt stretched beyond its capacity. And yet somehow the whole thing had a sensual feel to it. She fought against any of this as it really was uncomfortable but her body seemed to be adapting and getting used to the whole thing.

And with each thrust, her breast would bounce. She could see the man ogling her and a thought crossed her mind. She wondered if Culpepper had dipped his wick in Mrs. Pentecost’s inkwell. Perhaps that was why the woman had hated her so much - perhaps it was the fear of sharing him with his newest recruit. She could have calmed the woman’s fears about that. She was certainly not happy at being used by the man this way. And if she had not been put in this untenable position, she would never have seen this much of Culpepper. She could not even bring herself to call him Reverend. This was certainly no man of the cloth.

“Aren’t you afraid that your Mrs. Pentecost will find out what you’ve been doing here?”

 

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Ming exalted in the agony and the ecstasy of his sweet little concubine’s brutal rape by Culpepper. The mere length and girth of the reverends cock filled the little redhead as she had never been before. Mae Ling softly kissed Ming. “She took it all my dear.” Mae Ling smiled at the little redhead missionary defilement by the reverend Culpepper. “We shall see if our sweet little concubine takes flight in sexual ecstasy or if she screams in endless agony.” Ming simply stated as he leaned forward to more closely watch Whisper McGhee Agony and possible ecstasy.

“Aren’t you afraid that your Mrs. Pentecost will find out what you’ve been doing here?” Whisper gasped. Again Culpepper laughed as he continued to fuck his sweet little ravished protégé. “The only thing Mrs. Pentecost would be made about is that she did not get to sample your sweet little virgin pussy first and to make you in to our little whore my dear Miss McGhee.”

It was obvious that Culpepper had never intended that Whisper become a Missionary in this far off land but had always planned that she be a high price whore and that is what she had become Ming’s concubine, a high class sex toy to be used and shared as her Master pleased. It was then that, as Culpepper slammed into Whisper’s tight little abused pussy, that he whispered that command that Whisper McGhee seemed unable to resist, “Cum for me miss McGhee, cum for me Now. A command that her treacherous young body had so willingly obeyed time and again, a command that brought a scarlet blush of shame to her cheeks even as she had screamed her ecstasy. Ming watched to see if his little western concubine would now cum, would her craving for sexual relief over ride her pain and hatred for Culpepper.