TERRY AND THE PIRATES II... Saigon Rescue!

[ariosto]

A tale based loosely on the Terry and the Pirates comic strip of yesteryear. Join Terry FlyBoy Wonder, his Uncle Pat Ryan and the vivacious Burma as they combat the evil machinations of the Dragon Lady and her henchpersons.
Lady M will play all the female roles(more or less) and I shall play all the male roles(more or less)
Have fun!




High above the teeming Oriental city of Fucknow, in the shadowed depths of her penthouse headquarters, atop the imposing fortress of the 'Lucky Ben Wa Noodle Company', the Dragon Lady contemplates her latest nefarious designs on an unsuspecting world.

She is interrupted by her loyal henchman Fan Lee...
"Mistress," He says in a snake slick voice,
"there's something here I think you should see."

She reluctantly turns her attention from the pages of calculations she's been making on the amount of rat poison it would take in LA's water supply to kill EVERYBODY in the city, to the sad little scrap of paper Fan Leehas placed before her. Not paper at all really but a scrap of torn cloth with faint words worried across it, written in what looks like blood.
She frowns and takes out the reading glasses that her Physician Me Kwak had finally convinced her to wear.
Fan Lee waits patiently as she reads the barely legible script.

Finally she looks up, her black eyes suddenly aglitter with possibilities, her face flushed with excitement .
"Where did this come from." she asks.

"From one of our brothels in Saigon Mistress. The House of Heavenly Delights to be exact. One of our girls, a pretty little French bitch named Veronique Verdun was caught trying to pass it to a Yankee sailor...
She of course was disciplined. Disciplined severely."
Fat Lo smiled. He wished he'd been there.

On the bottom of the note the Dragon Lady could make out the scrawled signature of the hapless girl but it wasn't her name that lit the fires in her eyes or kindled the furnace of revenge in her heart. No it was another name that did that.

She handed the note back to Fat Lo.
"See that this gets where it was intended to go. Make sure of that."

He bowed, "Yes Mistress."

"And, " she continued, "We will be in Saigon tonight. Make the arrangements."

"Yes Mistress...anything else?"

She smiled, "Have some Tiger Cages ready. We'll be expecting guests."


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"Oh Pat, Pat , Uncle Pat!"

Pat Ryan looked up from his cluttered desk as Burma burst into his office.
It always annoyed him when she called him 'Uncle Pat', something she'd picked up from his ward Terry. He hardly wanted to consider the vivacious young woman as part of his family since he'd much rather be humping her in bed than reading her bedtime stories.

"What's wrong Burma, you look distraught."
Indeed she did, her honey blond hair was disheveled and windblown, her cheeks flushed, her cupie doll lips atremble...

"OH UNCLE PAT YOU HAVE TO HELP HER!"
She pleaded and promptly broke into tears.

Pat helped her to seat, relishing the firm, warm feel of her nubile flesh beneath the light cotton sundress she was wearing.

"Calm down now dear, just who am I supposed to help?"

Burma sniffled and reached in her purse pulling out a small, disreputable scrap of cloth.
"Look at this Uncle Pat, read it..Oh my God poor Vera!" and she began sobbing once again..

Ryan walked over to the window and held up the sad missive to catch the light. Outside students were laughing and playing as the Spring term at Remington State drew to a close. Maybe young Terry was out there among them , he thought as his eyes focused in on the faded scribbles...

Help me! Help me please Burma it's me Veronique Verdun remember Vasser we were good friends. You must help...desperate... I remember your cousin is Terry the famous pilot and that you and he rescue people sometimes. I have to be rescued. I have to be...
I'm in a brothel in Saigon. I was kidnapped stolen beaten raped forced to be a whore...mon Dieu! The place is called the House of Heavenly Delights. I cannot live like this I will kill myself PLEASE HELP ME. A sailor has said he will take this and get it to you somehow. I only hope...Hurry not much time....

Wow...Now that he thought about it Pat did remember the sultry french brunette that Burma had brought home for Christmas Dinner from Vasser.

"Is this the same Veronique with the ahhh...the very large ahhhh...."

"Tits, big tits..yes that's the one Uncle Pat. Can we rescue her please..PLEASE!"

Gads but she looked fetching when she begged!

"Well I dunno, the term's not quite over and..."
Ryan folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket.

"Oh we have to! We Have to!..Uncle Pat I'd be so grateful. You just don't know."

A crockadile tear slipped off her cheek and landed on his fly.

"All right then you little minx. Get your cousin Terry on the phone and tell him to warm up the 'Ruptured Duck'. It looks like we're going to China."

 

[LadyMurasaki]

OOC aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw trying to wipe the grin from my face

"See that this gets where it was intended to go. Make sure of that."

He bowed, "Yes Mistress."

"And, " she continued, "We will be in Saigon tonight. Make the arrangements."

"Yes Mistress...anything else?"

She smiled, "Have some Tiger Cages ready. We'll be expecting guests."

Suddenly the Dragon Lady snatched the prissy reading glasses from her tiny nose and licked her small, plum-ripe lips. This was much better than poisoning a whole city of stinking yankees, oh yesss, it was much better indeed than most of the dirty deeds she had pulled off recently. Professor Pat and the yankee flyboy were once again within her grasp.

She grabbed Fan Lee by his mandarin collar and pulled his face up close to hers Don't I own The House of Heavenly Delights? she hissed, trying to contain her excitement.
Fan Lee grinned back, letting his forked tongue slide out over his skinny lips, mirroring his mistress's ardour. Yes you do, you won it from Phu Ti the triad leader when he bet you couldn't make him blow his stinking junk-boat load in 1 minute. Fan Lee's small member jerked alive at the memory of DL hoovering the poor man's tiny cock while plunging her blood-red fingernail into his flatulent bum.... oh good times where coming, he thought. Things always got way more interesting when the yankee showed his face.

DL pushed Fan Lee so hard he took several backward-running steps to avoid finding his skinny ass on the cold floor.

Get Mei Ling and tell her to get ready. We are going to catch ourselves some fat yankee flyboys.
Fan Lee ran from the room, hoping Burma would be in the net with the flyboys. He could still taste her sweet corn-fed pussy and could almost hear the squeals of delight and indignation the last time he tortured her.

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DL and Mei Ling lay behind the sheer silk curtain with the French girl sandwiched between them. She had been drugged with opium, a lot of opium. DL thought it would be easy, but it seemed that the girl was no stranger to biting clouds. She now lay in a soft warm heap, her eyes were dreamy slits and small moans escaped her as Mei ling sucked on her large pink nipples. The bed was a pretty muddle of naked flesh. Long black hair mingled with bright gold across the pillows, amber limbs entwined lazily with soft, smooth white ones. DL let her hands trail through the girl's golden pubic hair, sometimes flicking the clitoris with her thumb just to watch Veronique's belly jump as if in protest to an excess of pleasure. The girl was so wet that DL's fingers made sucking noises as they combed and teased and flicked the poor girl's abused pussy.

The cry of the nightingale warbled outside the window, clear and lilting above the bustle of the never-sleeping streets of Saigon.

There is the signal, they are here, the Dragon Lady whispered, her mouth drying up and her heart beginning to race. Mei Ling stared into DL's dark eyes, a small grin playing on the edges of her mouth, a silver thread of saliva bridged the gap from her lips to Veronique's swollen nipple. Heavy footsteps could be heard pounding up the stairs and along the corridoor. The door burst open and the curtain was ripped away.


Happy Birthday Professor, she smiled. You didn't think I would forget, did you?

 

[LadyMurasaki]

OOC Just to get into the spirit

 

[ariosto]

Old Friends Meet Again and a few interesting gadgets


"YOU!..I should have known"
Pat nearly bit through the stem of his pipe as the fetching pile of pulchretude on the red silk sheets sorted itself out into three naked females. The weeping blond girl sandwiched between the raven tressed, almond eyed vixens had to be
Veronique, the strawberry birthmark under her tormented swollen left nipple was a give away. Luckily Burma had shown him those naughty sorarity party pictures on the plane,what was it, Omega Pi Pi, or Pi Delta Pi, or...

"Only you, the great Professor Ryan would burst into one of the most dangerous and disreputable establishments in Saigon armed only with a...pipe!"
The Dragon Lady's all too familiar voice flowed like silk on a soft smooth thigh as too late, Pat fumbled for his gun.

Massive arms closed around him in an unbreakable lock and he retched at the reeking smell of kim chee and fish paste that rose from his captor's fat lips like marsh gas on a hot day.

"Take the yankee bitch away girl, we'll have lots off time to play with her later."
The Dragdn Lady rose from the bed as Mei Ling cuffed the blubbering Veronique through a heavy bead curtain but not before she'd smiled fetchingly at the struggling American, winked and blew him a kiss from her cherry red lips.

Ryan tensed as the ivory hued villainess, the Demon Woman herself, approached him, slender hips swaying provacatively, saucy breasts displayed like yummy offerings on a dessert plate.
He felt a rush of heat as blood coursed into his loins, engorging his cock, stiffening it's shaft hard as steel against his trousers!

Good God! he screamed silently at himself. You let her do this to you everytime fucking time!


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"What are these Burma?"
Terry held up to two polished jade balls about the size of his prized 'shooters' that he'd one many a game with.

The pretty blonde took them from him and rolled them in her palm, a dreamy look stole over her pixie face.
"Oh Terry cousin dear, please buy them for me...please please!... and I'll show you how they work. It's really quite...fascinating."

The young pilot blushed, he knew from Burma's tone of voice that the objects she was caressing so lovingly were not to play marbles with!

"You looky long enough!
No buy no Fly Joe."
The wizened old man behind the counter at the House of Heavenly Delights Gift Hhop held out his gnarled hand, palm up.

"Oh shucks Burma, why don't you ever bring your own money."

"Why that's what boys are for, Silly."

Terry reluctantly counted out the right amount and waited while the 'marbles were placed back in their sandlewood box and gift wrapped. His cousin did have a birthday coming up after all.

"You take this too Joe. Free today only...maybe your girl likee this a lot."
The old man's face broke into a drooling lecherous grin as he handed Terry a twelve inch length of what appeared to be hand carved ivory. It was fat at the bottom and tapeed to a arounded point. The whole thingt was covered with, with...he looked closer.

"My God! all these people are having sexual intercourse!"
He nearly dropped the object, but Burma deftly swept it from his trembling hands.

"Come on", he said, totally flustered." lets go see what Uncle Pat's doing upstairs."
Grabbing his cousin by the hand, he couldn't drag her out of that filthy gift shop fast enough!



OOC...another for local color....

 

[LadyMurasaki]

Her small rosebud mouth broke into a dazzling grin of delight as she watched the bulge in the Yankee's pants grow longer than the pipe which was now hanging limply from his mouth.

Fan Lee had grabbed him just in time to stop him going for his gun. Very good.

Playing with Mei Ling and the golden girl had just enraged her desire. Now at last there was something substantial to play with.

But wait, where was the young fly boy and the lovely Burma?

Just as she started to rub her naked skin against the deliciously rough fabric of Pat's clothing, the door burst open and in rushed the two.

Terry bought me some Ben Wa balls Burma squealed with delight before coming up short with a gasp of surprise at the scene before her.

The Dragon Lady had to smile. Burma and Terry, while pretending to be shocked and outraged were as turned on as their Yankee Uncle Pat. They knew that the best things happened while she was around.

Come Burma, let me help you show Terry how they are used,she purred while crooking a slender, scarlet tipped finger at the plump young girl.

Fan Lee held the struggling Pat as the two youngsters moved forward hesitantly towards the center of the room. Terry was still clutching the beautifully carved ivory dildo. The Dragon Lady was pleased that he had found his present, she had it handcarved by Tibetan monks to exactly the same proportions as Terry's engorged prick.

This was going to be fun.

 

[ariosto]

In a trice (as they say) Burma lay spread eagled on the satin sheets. Pat, puffing furiously on his gnarly briar, suspected that his young wards were not resisting the perfidious woman's designs with their utmost vigor, since the DL had managed to arrange Burma picturesquely on the bed and bind her wrists to the ornately carved headboard while renderering Terry mute and motionless, armed only with her fingernails!
From behind the beaded curtain he could Mei Ling giggle. From behind his own sweating back he heard the porcine grunts and heavy basso breathing of the sumo wrestler who seemed so intent on breaking his ribs.

"oooh!" Burma said as her pinafore was flipped up her shapely thighs to reveal a well manicured bush of golden down.

"OH!" Terry said at the sight of his cousins delectable delta.

"Ahhh." said the DL as she kneeled between the blond girls heels and slowly spread her legs apart.
"No panties, eh?"

"No, no not in this heat. Uncle Pat told me that panties in a humid climate like IndoChina's would cause just a terrible rash!"
Burma squirmed and cooed as the tapered nails of the Mistress of Sin, ran up and down her slick nether lips, slowly spreading them open, until Pat lost behind his halo of smoke became outraged...
"Stop Stop this instant have you no shame!..She's only a child for Godsakes!"

"Oh Uncle Pat I'm not really a child...really!"
Burma shivered as a long thin finger glided over her clitoris and entered the tight warm sanctum of her cunnie.

"That's right Uncle Pat, legally she's no longer a minor. Her birthday was three months ago yesterday."
Terry was staring appraisingly at his dearest relative. Rolling the ben wa beads in his left hand, the young aviators right hand struggled mightily with his zipper.

"Give me the balls yankee fly boy...I'll show you what to do with them."
DL held out her free hand as she leaned closer and began to lap the glistening button of sensitive flesh with the tip of her soft pink tongue.

"NOT THOSE BALLS!"
Shamefaced, Terry withdrew his engorged testicles from her palm and placed the lovely jade marbles there instead.

"Now come closer and I'll let you put one in."

Burma let out a long low moan and opened her legs a bit wider to make room for her cousin..

Pat's anger and frustration grew as his view of the hapless almost naked girl was totally blocked by the suddenly energetic Terry and the Dragon Lady.

He knew he HAD to do something but what?

 

[LadyMurasaki]

The Yankee was so strange, she knew that his prick was throbbing in his pants, aching to get at his niece... why were the gwailo so complicated? Any decent Chinese man would have been happy to tutor his niece in the arts of the flesh, and in doing so increase her worth.

The Dragon Lady had watched the Yankee take his niece's jade gate and back orifice with vigor and gusto not a few times. Why did he have to be forced every time?

She took the young fly-boy's hand to help him guide one of the Jade balls into Burma's dripping cunt, but it was too late, Burma squirmed, sighed and then her pussy seemed to inhale the jade ball... good, good, the child had been practicing her muscle control. The last time she had her hands on them, the Dragon Lady and Mei Ling had taken the girl aside and given her some oh, so delectable lessons on the fine oriental art of pelvic muscle control. The DL grinned when she remembered Burma's surprise at Mei Ling's ability to smoke a cigarillo with her jade gate.

By this time, with no prompting, Terry had pushed the Dragon Lady's mouth aside and was sucking on Burma's swollen clit with great gusto. Very oriental slurping sounds were issuing from his mouth and Burma's frantic pussy .... her hips bucking hard against her cousin's mouth, her face screwed up in intense concentration.... she was trying so hard to hold her orgasm in and to suck in the second jade ball.

She decided to leave them to it and see what would develop from this youthful exuberance... if she was right, she was sure the flyboy would be up her ass and rooting away before too long.

She clapped her hands once and Mei Ling returned, holding silk restraints that she used to bind Pat's arms in front of his crotch.

Pat grinned, thinking his escape was going to be easy this time, but his expression soon changed as the Dragon Lady took a long curved knife and with a move so fast, the eye almost missed it, cut his clothes away, leaving him naked and exposed.

His huge erection twitched and pulsed behind his bound hands.... he looked down.. MeiLing was crouched at his feet... suddenly her legs flew up behind her and wrapped around his hips... with a twitch of her amber buttocks, she deftly manuvered her cunny over his dick. she tightened her legs around him and his cock slid the whole way into her tight, hot hole. It felt like there were snakes in there... her pussy clenched and squirmed on his cock, as if it were milking him.

Then MeiLing grabbed his knees and bent her body in an impossible way... and he felt the shock of her lips on his balls, sucking them into her mouth in the same rhythm as her pussy was sucking his cock... Pat had heard about this art before but had never had the pleasure... he closed his eyes and savoured the sensation... oh...um.. it was hard to remember that he should be struggling. His face went red. MeiLing hooked her arms around his thighs and grabbed his bound hands as support, effectively pulling herself snugly into his groin as if her mouth and pussy had been welded onto him.

Pat felt the air move behind his and realised that Fan Lee had left and someone more fragrant and soft was pressed against his back.

The Dragon Lady stood on her tip toes, her blood-red lips almost touching his ear...
Today I return the favor you gave me last time, she laughed softly.

Pat went cold, and if Mei Ling had not been sucking his balls, they would have crept right up in his body. All he could remember was fucking the vixen's ass like there had been no tomorrow. He tried to struggle, but realised that sometime during Mei Ling's acrobatics, his feet had been bound and there was a leather collar around his neck, with a chain that attached to the ceiling. If he struggled he would hang himself. It seems that tomorrow had arrived, he thought wryly.

The Dragon Lady knelt behind him, her long scarlet nails digging into his fleshy buttocks and spreading them wide. His anus was exposed to the air and he felt her warm breath for an instant before an impossibly long tongue snaked up his ass and started to take his senses away.

She licked and sucked at his poor innocent ass. She loved the way he tried to resist by clenching but soon she felt his lust overtake him and her tongue slid smoothly into his dark secret place. She slid a finger alongside her tongue and let it slide in too. Yes he was getting there. She took her mouth away for a second and took a sip from a small china cup Fan Lee handed her. Her mouth went firmly back onto his ass and she pursed her lips, curled her tongue into a spout and slowly blew the warm jasmin tea up Pat's ass.


She could hear the moans and panting of Terry and Burma on the bed, Mei Ling's hair hung down her naked front and teased her skin like a silk breeze... her tongue plunged in and out of the Yankee's tea filled ass, and her fingers reached down to stroke her own swollen desire. This was going to be an auspicious day.

 

[ariosto]

OOC......blew the warm jasmin tea up Pat's ass... !!!

Okay...



Oblivious to the licentious convolutions taking place behind him, oblivious even to Pat's frequent, grunts, moans, yips and squeels, Terry watched in total fascination as the green jade ball semed to wink at him and then disappear between Burma's slick pink cunt lips.

"Terry..."
She gasped
"Get out from down there please...I need to ahhh, tighten up."

Dutifuly the young pilot repositioned himself until his cock lay poised like a sweating torpedo between the firm cushions of his cousins eager breasts.

"OHHHHH GOD....It feels so gooood."

Burma was writhing in her restraints, thighs locked together as she worked the ben wa balls inside her hungry pussy.
Terry responded to the moment with a fast and furious tittyfuck, the liberal seepage of precum acting as a handy lubricant . He reached down and squeezed Burma's breasts deliciously around his cock and he started to reel off the roster of the Brooklyn Dodgers in his head...hHe always came too soon for Burma.

Her knees were drawn up, pressing hard against his back, her hips were grinding away beneath him as she 'played the beads'. Then she began to sing...an aria from Puccini.
She wasn't very good but her voice, shaking with passion warbled out,

Mi chiamano Mimi, il perche non so....",

layered thickly with the soft molassas accent of the South, drove him crazy!

As the last Mimi, lilted up from her full red lips, Terry jerked his tool from between her heaving orbs and plunged it into her mouth!
Almost immediately the wave swept him up and over and he was cumming copiously into his cousin's warm velvet throat.


Meanwhile....

Pat was almost to busy to pay much attention to the anal tea job being administered to his back end. He still wasn't quite sure what Mei Ling was doing or how she was doing it. The tight young girl seemed all over him, flashes of thigh, hip, breasts, interspersed with billows of silk in greens and gold, yet still his cock was in the vice grip of her quim and his aching balls were trapped in the suction chamber of her mouth.

"How in the..." he began but suddenly a foul tasting rubber ball was slammed into his mouth and drawn tight. This was OUTRAGEOUS! What had happened to his pipe!
With a pop, Mei Ling released his nuts and slipped off his cock, leaving it twitching on the brink.
She gave it a kiss and giggled. Damn her!

The Dragon Lady now slipped around to the front and grasped his steely member in one hand, the other began to trace circles around his nipples, which immediately grew hard as little pebbles.
"Now yankee Professor Pat Ryan, I think it is time to settle some old debts, eh?"
She leaned up and tiptoe and bit his earlobe.
"just wait till you see what I have for you.."she whispered.

He was determined to be stoic. He had to for the sake of his wards. No telling what hell they were being put through behind the curtained bed.

What the...!

Something cold and somewhat sharp was playing at the edges of his tea dripping ass hole.
He heard Mei Ling giggle behind him.

"Show Pat Ryan what we have for him little one."

With great dismay he watched the ivory tip of the 12 inch hand carved dildo rise up between his legs, dwarfing his own erection which the DL still held in her exquisite hands.

Mei Lings head appeared in the same place. She winked up at him and then clamped her lips around his balls and gave a mighty suck.

THe Dragon Lady had now taken the monstrous artifact and was harnessing it to her slender hips.
Realization dawned horribly and he began to twist within his bounds desperate to escape, but to no avail.
The Mistress of evil stepped around behind him with a diabolical laugh...
"Get ready, Yankee Pig Professor for the Fuck of Your Life!"