The Silken Dragon

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The Silken Dragon

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The tree lined Asylum Avenue and its sleek steam trolleys gave an air of refined grace that was typical of Harford wealth and refinement. The campus of the Harford Seminary for young ladies’ campus was just across from Trinity College. The Seminary was all a buzz the Rev. Cullpepper of the Chinese Mission society was to give a talk on his Mission at Lui Tai China. There would also be a magic Lantern presentation that would pictorial show the Mission and its good works among the heathen Chinese. Harford was a city that was devoted to the China Missions, besides the Congregational Mission Society, there were Catholic, Baptist, and there was Cullpepper’s own China Light mission Society.

There was a low mummer throughout the auditorium as the students of Harford Seminary for young ladies waited in anticipation for the lecture to commence. Silence descended as the Rev. Cullpepper took the stage and began his presentation. Though a dynamic speaker the reverend was rather corpulent with massive sideburns and a balding head, yet it was his voice and the passion it reflected for his Missionary work that was somehow captivating. He had spoken for more than two hours and the Magic Lantern slides had made his mission come to life in his listeners minds. He concluded his lecture with a simple but challenging statement; “Who will join me to bring the word of God to these lost heathen children?”

As with all invited speakers to the Harford Seminary for young women there was a tea held after the lecture. The Rev. Cullpepper was delighted to be surrounded by such deliciously beautiful young women. He spoke to them in small groups, going from one to the other, his voice mesmerizing, his smile disarming. He knew that these young beauties would never give up their positions in society for the hardships of the mission field, but their, or rather their parents money was another story. It was then that he saw a stunning young redhead at the edge of the crowd. Her red hair was a russet tawny gold, her bright green eyes expressive and show a hint of humor. She was a petit beauty standing about 5’5”, her hands were delicate, and her ankles were trim. She had a most fetching hourglass figure that made his mouth water. Balancing his cup and saucer he boldly stepped forward. “I trust my Lecture was not too boring or shocking for your sensibilities.” His voice had a deep moving quality so that it was felt as much as heard.

 

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The arrival of Rev. Cullpepper was all that everyone on the Harford Seminary campus talked about for the past week. The idea of working in the Orient spreading the word of God was an exciting concept and more than one young lady on the campus dreamed that one day they would be chosen for such an honor.

Of course, most of the young ladies there were very idealistic and actually had not idea as to the dangers of such exciting and noble work. Which was why a large portion of the ladies would never receive permission from their families to make such an arduous voyage.

“Whisper! Hurry or we shall find it difficult to get a good seat. There is supposed to be a magic lantern presentation too.”

Whisper McGhee grabbed her jacket and joined her friend Iris Maarten as the two walked with the other young ladies crossing the campus toward the auditorium across the street at Trinity College. A steady stream of eager young women began to fill the seats and Iris quickly snagged an aisle seat for herself and Whisper sat down beside her. The room was filled with the excited chattering of the women as the each wondered what new world would be revealed to them.

It was with reverence and awe that all talking ceased as Rev. Cullpepper took the stage. The man may not have been much to look at but every woman there could feel the passion with which the man spoke. They were all spellbound by the Reverend’s words, and Whisper, like many of the other, watched as the magic lantern revealed painting after painting of life at the Mission at Lui Tai China, and of the surrounding area. Bright colors seemed to light up the dark showing maidens with dark painted eyes that wore bright gowns and hid behind painted fans, their jet black hair piled high in intricate designs. Men with strange beards and mustaches looked fiercely from eyes that seemed half closed. The men too wore bright colored gowns and some had long braided hair that hung down their backs.

Even the land was strange, with gardens in terraces on the sides of mountains. The world seemed to open up as unlimited with each sentence spoken by the Reverend and by the end of the presentation more than one young lady would have been excited at the idea of perhaps traveling to a foreign land to bring the word of God to such people.

The tea afterwards had most of the women excitedly talking about the presentation. The Reverend’s call to the young ladies join him in the bringing of Christianity to these lost souls spoke to many of them there that night. Whisper among them. Iris too would have found it exciting to go, though the woman knew that her parents would never allow such. Once her schooling was complete, she was to wed Richard Wheatfield and take her place in polite English society.

Whisper, on the other hand, suspected that her parents would be proud to say to their friends that one of their daughters was doing the Lord’s work in a less civilized country.

Whisper had always been a rather precocious child, quick to laugh and smile. The youngest of four girls, she was well aware that there would be little money left for her to get married with. And somehow, the idea of being of service in the betterment of her fellow man appealed to her.

So as she stood near a group of young ladies as they discussed exactly how much money to convince their parents to donate, she was excited when Rev. Cullpepper himself approached her and asked in that voice that commanded attention, I trust my Lecture was not too boring or shocking for your sensibilities.

Smiling, she stepped forward to answer. “Not at all, Rev. Cullpepper. One can certainly see why you have had such success in your mission work. Though an entire people must sometimes be overwhelming even for someone as yourself. You speak with such enthusiasm and spirit. Exactly how many work with you in your mission?”

 

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I trust my Lecture was not too boring or shocking for your sensibilities.

Smiling, Miss Whisper McGhee stepped forward to answer. “Not at all, Rev. Cullpepper. One can certainly see why you have had such success in your mission work. Though an entire people, must sometimes be overwhelming even for someone as yourself. You speak with such enthusiasm and spirit. Exactly how many work with you in your mission?”

“We are small in numbers my dear only a half dozen or so and there is so much work to be done.” As Rev Cullpepper spoke his thoughts were far from his mission and godly affairs but rather on the charming little redhead that stood before him. He could not help but think that her supple young body would help to keep him warm and amused during the long cold nights at Lui Tai yet nothing in his face or manor gave the slightest hint of what he was thinking. “Mrs. Pennicost is our head matron who looks after the spiritual well being of the young girls at Lui Tai. She is assisted by only two other Matrons.”

The Rev. Cullpepper paused a very serious look came over him. His cool grey eyes met the young redheads sparkling emerald green eyes. “Have you ever contemplated doing the Lords work my dear?” It was a bold move but then again Culpepper had always believed nothing ventured nothing gained and to gain this delicious young creature and to eventual take her to his bed was well worth the bold move. Oh it would take time but if nothing else the Mission station at Lui Tai would allow plenty of time for her seduction. “What is your name my dear?”

Over the next three weeks the Rev. Cullpepper invited Whisper to attend several other lectures in and around Harford. He took the opportunity to slow sway her into thinking about Mission work in China and his Mission at Lui Tai as being the Lords work. It also was a subtle invitation to travel and adventure in a foreign land, a land of Mystery. Little was known about China other than that she was becoming a major player on the world stage. Oh it was true that it was a backwards barbaric society, or at least that was the way the European powers saw it. There were the rumors of radical groups called the society of fists they were mockingly called “Boxers”. But they were a fringe element that the imperial Government had kept in check. Besides, as the Rev. Cullpepper observed China would never be a great country until they had been Christianized. “Miss McGhee will you help me lead these poor souls out of darkness and to the light of our Lord?”

 

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Steam filled the air almost obscuring the majority of the ship docked. It was approaching dusk, the setting sun lit the sky like the blush on the young girl’s cheeks that hesitated for a moment. Delicate fingers clutched tightly the small handbag while at her feet were the leather cases that held her worldly goods. The high humidity caused her already long curly hair to curl more, giving her an almost wild gamine appearance. Still, she had piled her copper curls smartly on top of her head and perched the dark brown hat jauntily to one side, but her reddish hair seemed to have a mind of its own. Her outfit was the height of fashion made for travel. Her bodice of green hugged her curves and had a low cut neckline with a lace inset giving a hint to the bosom that it concealed. The corset with its whalebone stays and chocolate lace matched the jacket and showed off her tiny waist. The skirt of darker green was accented with swags of chocolate satin and dark brown boots finished her look.

For a moment she hesitated, afraid to take another step. It was one thing to say that she would do it. It was quite another to actually do it. At this moment, to be standing here at Bradley Field, waiting to board an airship for China was a big step. From this moment on she would indeed be a missionary. For almost a month now Rev. Cullpepper has spoken at length to her of the wonders of the Orient, of the satisfaction in bringing God to the heathen. She felt as if she had been chosen for a special mission and finally after much discussion with her parents, they proudly gave their permission for their daughter to travel with the Reverend to work at the Lui Tai Mission.

Whisper spent the last few days saying goodbye to the friends that she had made at the Seminary. She promised to write to Iris and send her new address and the two promised to remain life long best friends.

But now, she felt a bit of apprehension at this big step. There was a loud hiss as steam whooshed out of the airship enveloping her in a white cloud of heat. Out of the steam appeared a figure, portly and recognizable as Rev. Cullpepper. Leading the way, they walked up the gangplank and soon she was ensconced in her room for the voyage.

It was small yet neat and clean and she quickly put her things away and headed topside to watch the departure. She knew not when she would be able to return to see her family and friends.

Once they were on their way, the air was filled with the sound of clanking and hissing as the steam machines seemed to fill the sails of the airship as it pushed its way through the air. It was almost dizzying to watch the land below them appear to whiz by.

Reverend Cullpepper was very gracious, inquiring as to how she was faring during the travel. Was she dizzy or nauseous? Of course not! Whisper was too excited seeing everything to even be bothered with being air sick. The meal that night was excellent - roasted chicken and root vegetables - and as soon as possible after the meal she was back outside to watch night cover the land.

Occasionally there would be a big belch of steam from the machines, followed by a loud clunk and a shudder of the ship. Laid out beneath her was a carpet of lights as cities appeared and passed by, clusters of homes and buildings lit from within and surrounded by the inky blackness of the surrounding countryside.

Overhead, the Milky Way seemed new after being seen from on high and she almost expected to be able to pluck a handful of them from the night sky.



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Whisper’s travel outfit

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The periodic belch of steam, the mechanical clanking of the vessels where all part of the journey from Bradley field and the life that Whisper McGhee had known to the dark mysterious orient and her future good works of spreading the Lords word. Once they were on their way, the air was filled with the sound of clanking and hissing as the steam machines seemed to fill the sails of the airship as it pushed its way through the air. It was almost dizzying to watch the land below them appear to whiz by. Reverend Cullpepper was very gracious, inquiring as to how she was faring during the travel. The Reverend would stand close to Whisper, his body pressed to hers as he leaned close to pointed out veracious constellations at night as they sped through the air. The Milky Way seemed new, there were no lights from cities or towns to dim their brilliance and it seemed that one could pluck a handful of them from the night sky.

Mrs. Pennicost watched and looked down her long Roman nose always willing to believe the worst of people. She had no doubt in her mind that the Rev, Cullpepper had less that honorable intentions towards Miss McGhee yet she did not blame the Reverend after all he was only a man. Mrs. Pennicost instead blamed Whisper for being young and attractive, neither of which she was. No it was all Whisper’s fault for being a temptress as Eve was in the Garden of Eden, a sinful temptress born to lead men astray.

The voyage to Shanghais had taken three weeks. The city was amazing a combination of a modern European city and that of a timeless oriental mystery. The Gunboat "Foi de Cathay" her name is French but she is a Yankee Gunboat showing the "Stars and Stripes" on the rivers of China. She is no graceful ship of the line, cutting a proud figure across the surface of the sea. No, she is a discard from a nation who no longer wanted her, a misfit much like the men who sail in her, and picked up cheap to now sever a new master. She plies the backwards of China's rivers, her crew, brown water sailors patrolling the Peluany Ho, pass CHINA PEARL light and the mission station of Lu Tai. It is a time of unrest, the time of the "Societies of Fists", the boxers to the Westerners. A people's uprising backed by the Empress, a popular movement of the people to drive the foreign devils from China. The Empress and her government to take back the concessions and to make China a great nation again.

The men of "Foi de Cathay" looked on as the latest group of “Saints” boarded the aged little river steamer that would carry them to the Mission at Lu Tai. Mr. Young the 1st lieutenant was desperately pleading with the Rev Cullpepper not to go or at least wait till the "Foi de Cathay" could escort them up the river but as usual the Saints placed their trust in their faith instead of the deck guns of the of the "Foi de Cathay". The sailors of the "Foi de Cathay" could not help but notice the slender young beauty that stood among the Saints by the gangway of the grimy little riverboat. They saw the soft sensual curves of her ravishing young body that could not be hidden even by the somber high-collared drab Matrons uniform that Mrs. Pennicost had laid out for Whisper to ware. They all eagerly watched to see if they could get a glimpse of her well-turned ankle as she stepped from the quayside to the gangplank. A stay swell rewarded the gawking sailors with a view not only of the girl’s ankle but also hint of her calve as well as she fought for her balance.

“My dear you must be very careful not to show any impropriety for those men are of the lowest kind.”

Mrs. Pennicost voice was as stern as any drill sergeant’s and her look of disapproval was as sharp as her rebuke of the young beauty. She had made her views quite clear in Shanghais that children should not be sent to the mission field. The elderly matron could barely contain her hatred and envy of Whisper McGhee’s youth and striking beauty. Every time the Rev. Cullpepper offered to assist the girl Mrs. Pennicost, anger grew.

Lieutenant Young was making one last attempt to dissuade Rev. Cullpepper from making the voyage to Lu Tai.

“Sir if not for your own safety then for the sake of the ladies in your charge.”

" Sir I have been in China much longer than you my boy…”

The reverend spoke with the condescending tone of one who felt himself superior to the man he was speaking to.

”… I grant you that ships have been stopped and boarded, but Never have Missionaries been bothered…. We Have our own protection.”

“But Sir…”

The Rev Cullpepper dismissed Mr. Young with a wave of his hand .

“Now hurry along don’t dally”

He drove his little flock before him as one might shoo chickens.

The Little steamer gave a shrill toot of her whistle and then a deafening burst of Chinese gibberish burst forth from the deck hands as she slipped her mooring and began the long voyage up the Peluany Ho. She passed under the CHINA PEARL Light as the sun was sinking over the western mountains. Miss McGhee found that the rather corpulent Rev. Cullpepper always seemed to be at hand, standing very close to her indeed. It would have been scandalous if he were not a man of the cloth. He insured that Whisper was seated at his table for meals.

 

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Mrs. Pennicost did not like her at all. Of that she was certain. Oh, Whisper knew that she had done nothing wrong, but she suspected that the woman was secretly in love with the Rev. Cullpepper and did not like any attention that the man of God paid to her or any other young lady.

She didn’t know why the woman was worried. First off, he was a man of God and as such would probably never marry. This was a man that seemed dedicated to his work.

Mrs. Pennicost was a Mrs. after all. Was she a widow? Where was her husband?

Besides which, Whisper was a virgin. She had at one time known that she would save herself for her future husband. However, now that she was to be a missionary, her virginity would remain intact. Perhaps it would be something difficult to do but she was confident that she could, with God’s help, do it.

In addition, any kindness shown her by the Reverend was merely the man attempting to show her this new world that had opened up to her.

And new it was. During the entire trip, she was out on deck as much as possible trying to see every bit of this exciting trip. She could not wait until she had a chance to write to Iris and describe all the new and strange and wonderful things that she had seen during the trip.

All too soon they arrived in Shanghai. The sounds and smells were almost overwhelming. And so many people! She thought that London was a busy city but Shanghai seemed to be crowded beyond belief and almost too loud. English was never overheard. Instead her ears heard a language that sounded like singing, people speaking words that she did not understand. It was a bit scary not knowing what was being said. And yet exciting.

With much ado they all climbed into cute little wagons, each pulled by a thin, wiry man. It was a surprise when suddenly the man took off running at amazing speed to weave in and out the streets of Shanghai. Ahead she could see a similar vehicle carrying the Reverend and a quick glance behind her showed a trail of the same type of vehicles carrying Mrs. Pennicost and their luggage. She was told that these wagon were called Jinrikisha and she was surprised that the men did not seem to tire as they pulled the little wagons through the streets of the crowded city.

Finally they ended up at the river, something called Peluany Ho. The waterway was filled with boats - giving an impression that you could almost walk across the water from one boat to the next.

The Reverend was busy talking to some man while Mrs. Pennicost stood there glaring at her. Whisper was uncomfortable in the ugly outfit that the woman demanded that she wear. The term “pickle breath” popped in her head. It was a term that she and Iris had made up for people that seemed snooty or stuck up. Mrs. Pennicost was definitely pickle breath. The arguments continued until the Reverend won and they walked up the plank and had their things stowed away.

Soon they were heading out in the small boat as it chugged and tooted happily up the river. Reverend Cullpepper seemed to be in charge, and as it became dusk and then dark, the river reflected what lined its shores, with the Reverend pointing out the highlights. She was well aware of Mrs. Pennicost sulking in the background while the sound of Chinese yelling back and forth mixed with the chugging of the boat’s engine.

“You must have boundless energy to run the Lui Tai Mission plus travel so much to raise funds for the work there,” she remarked as they ate the evening meal. “The Lord looks after you and your mission. And Mrs. Pennicost and the other Matrons work with you to bring the word of God to these people. They must be a blessing!”

 

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Soon they were heading out in the small boat as it chugged and tooted happily up the river. It was not like the grand steamer that had flown through the air that had brought them to China but it was an earth bound creature chained to the river in servitude. The crew of the little steamer was an odd assortment of the dregs of the China coast. The Master Mr. Jones was a Welshman; his grizzled beard had not seen a razor for some days and roving eye delighted in savoring Miss McGhee’s supple feminine charms. There was a wry smile that curled his lips when the young beauty suddenly found herself pressed to Rev. Cullpepper in a most sensual way.

The engineering Officer was a half cast from India his dark features and brooding eyes seemed to mentally strip the stunning young beauty each time he saw her. It was not a quick or hasty glance but a cold calculated leisurely affair. The 1st mate and the third mate kept much to themselves preferring the bottle to human company. The black gang in engineering where Chinese as well as the deck hands, if they came in contact with the young chaste beauty they were overly polite and submissive never raising their eyes to meet hers. How could she know what contempt they held her and the other foreign devils in.
Reverend Cullpepper seemed to be in charge, and as the day passed and became dusk and then dark, the river’s muddy waters reflected what lined its shores. The Reverend Cullpepper pointing out the highlights, Whisper was well aware of Mrs. Pennicost sulking in the background glaring her disapproval while the sound of Chinese yelling back and forth mixed with the chugging of the boat’s engine.

“You must have boundless energy to run the Lui Tai Mission plus travel so much to raise funds for the work there,” The young beauty remarked as they ate the evening meal. “The Lord looks after you and your mission, Mrs. Pennicost and the other Matrons who work with you to bring the word of God to these people. They must be a blessing!”

“That they are Miss McGhee and your presence at the Lui Tai will make the work more enjoyable Whisper.” Oh that it would Wilber Cullpepper thought as visions of a naked and submissive Miss McGhee danced before his mind’s eye. Mrs. Pennicost had no need of word to know what the Reverend was planning when it came to the young innocent and her rage and hatred of the young beauty grew ever hotter.



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In times of political upheaval, there are opportunists, those who saw and seized those opportunities to turn a profit, even if it was at the expense of others. Chi Low was such a man. A rift raft of a scoundrel, a pirate he had been the scourge of the Peluany Ho. Up until now he had remained above the Mission Station at Lu Tai. The Imperial troops had made it known that any harassment of the Missionaries would result in swift and severe punishment. Yet now with the Boxers receiving the tacit support of the imperial government that protection had been withdrawn.

He would strike now at the little steamer when she was still below Lu Tai. The Mission societies would pay a handsome ransom if all work out.


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The sun was just rising and the Rev. Cullpepper had assembled his little flock in the main salon for morning prayers. He had just finished the reading when shot rang out and all hell broke loose. For the next few moments, there was screaming, the hissing of steam, firing and then the door to the main salon burst open and there stood a man of unknown years with iron gray hair and a livid scar across his cheek.

“Chi Low how dare you attack us in this manner.”

The reverend was outraged and his face was crimson with his rage. The man he called Chi Low hand flashed and Cullpepper lay on the floor a purple burse already on his cheek.


“Things have changed and now you pay.” Chi Low watched as reverend Cullpepper flock of old withered hens shrunk back from him, so superior in their disgust for the grubby little peasant that had the effrontery to interrupt their voyage and their holy work. Whisper was still on her knees behind the other matrons when Mrs. Pennicost stepped aside revealing the young girl to Chi Low and his pirate horde. The high-pitched little cry caught his attention as Low Fa dragged a stunning young creature to her feet. Oh, how the little dove struggled in Low Fa’s grip, she twisted in the hands of a badly burned man. His face covered in burns and one eye scarred over. Whisper gasped trying to free herself. Her eyes quickly searched for the reverend.

 

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The morning had started on board with the Reverend Cullpepper calling Whisper and the others to prayer. His voice was strong and enthusiastic as he led them and the women all kneeled with their heads bowed.

However, everything stopped at the sound of gunfire. The Reverend attempted to calm the Matrons as they jumped to their feet and stood screaming in the middle of the cabin. Nothing seemed to calm the women and Whisper was shocked when the door burst open and she barely had time to catch sight of a grimy man with grey hair and a rather nasty scar on his face before someone moved and Whisper found herself effectively hidden.

Now she had to rely upon what she could hear. Apparently the Reverend knew this man and chastised him for the attack. The sound of a slap sounded and a gasp from the Matrons and in a small gap between several of the women’s skirts, she thought that she could see what appeared to be the Reverend on the floor of the cabin.

Whisper decided to remain quiet. From where she was still kneeling in the floor, she was somewhat hidden from these foul people and she hoped that they would not know that she was there.

Like the parting of the Red Sea, the woman between her and what was happening moved to one side and suddenly Whisper could see what was happening in the center of the room. Unfortunately, that meant that she was no longer hidden. Caught off guard, Whisper could not help the gasp that escaped from between her lips and suddenly all eyes were upon her. Before she could stand and run, a scary man so horribly disfigured by something like a fire grabbed her by the arm, jerking her to her feet to pull her out into the center of the room. At that moment she was grateful for the ugly Matrons uniform that Mrs. Pennicost had made her wear that morning. Less of her body was on display to these heathen men because of the somber outfit despite the fact that these horrid men seemed to almost be undressing her with their eyes.

Though it was all for naught, Whisper pulled back and struggled against the ugly man that held her in his tight grip, fighting to keep from being dragged out before those assembled.

“No! Let me Go! Take your hands off of me! No!!”

She looked for the Reverend to help her, but all she found was the man of God laying on the floor clutching his cheek. A quick glance around the room showed the rest of the women huddled in a group. Standing in their midst was Mrs. Pennicost, her eyes full of hatred for her.

Whisper shook her head, not believing that the woman would do something so unchristian as to turn her back on a fellow human being.

“No!”

 

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Chi Low watched as the reverend Cullpepper and his flock of old withered hens as they shrunk back from him. So superior in their disgust for the grubby little peasant that had the effrontery to interrupt their voyage and their holy work. The high-pitched little cry caught his attention as Low Fa dragged a stunning young creature to her feet. Oh, how the little dove struggled in Low Fa’s grip her temper as fiery as her hair. She twisted in the hands of a badly burned man. Whisper gasped trying to free herself. Her eyes quickly searched for the reverend.

“No! Let me Go! Take your hands off of me! No!!"

That sweet angelic voiced hissed and yet it was obvious that this little dove was not one use to giving commands. Whisper struggled all the more as Low Fa led her to stand before Chi Low. Crimson strands of her silken hair had broken free and tumbled down across her shoulder and back, her stunning emerald green eyes were huge with fright. Chi Low dark fathomless eyes met Whisper’s with an unblinking intensity. Where Mr. Shing the ship’s engineer had savored the girl’s chaste beauty but would dart away when her eyes met his, this man’s did not. He held her captive in the silence of his gaze. Slowly he let his eyes leisurely take in the sensual bow of young Miss McGhee’s slender neck, the firm rise and seductive curve of her breast. He let his gaze caress the supple curves of the girl’s torso, the sensually seductive flare of her hips which her drab attire could not hide. His eyes traveled down over the flat quivering plane of her abdomen to boldly rest on the sweet junction of where her long sculptured legs met. His eyes met hers again and there was not a doubt that he had just mentally striped her in front of all.

“Such a delicate dove.”

His voice was deep dark and rich as good earth is, his dark eyes threatening as an approaching storm. His hand brushed away the stray strands of hair from Whisper’s angelic face. His hand as rough and calloused as leather. He then turned his attention back to the Reverend Cullpepper.

“I have decided to let you and your party continue to the Mission at Lui Tai.”

Hope could be seen in the faces of his little flock.

“But you must pay for a preaching license, shall we say 100 gold pieces.”

Cullpepper was no fool he knew he had no choice but to agree. However, He knew once safe at the Mission the payment could be delayed or renegotiated.

“Of course Chi Low 100 gold pieces very reasonable.”

The man’s voiced trembled as he spoke and gathered his little flock around him. Whisper was still held fast in Low Fa’s grip

“Miss McGhee come here at once!”

“ No Rev Cullpepper She will stay with us as a guarantee of the payment.”

Chi Low’s face was unreadable when young Miss McGhee’s head snapped up as he declared her fate. Like a trapped little dove, she looked to her protector the Rev Cullpepper who merely dropped his gaze from her. Mrs. Pennicost looked down her long roman nose as if somehow it was all Whisper’s own fault that she found herself in such a predicament . The spiteful old matron had seen the way the barbarian had looked at Miss McGhee and she could well guess what the girl’s fate would be even if the naïve little beauty could not.

“ You go now, send money I return girl.”

The Reverend wasted no time leaving, shooing his clucking little flock before him. The women could not bear to meet Whisper’s eyes. That was all except Mrs. Pennicost a wicked smug little smile bowed the corners of her lips as her dark hateful eyes met the girl’s. Then she too was gone.

Miss Whisper McGhee was left alone with Chi Low and his men who now seemed to press around her uncomfortably close.

“Missy remove your clothes I which to see If you are worthy to be my bed slave.”

Chi Low announced in a voice that was use to giving commands, commands that where obeyed. A roar of laughter went up from the thugs gathered around the chaste beauty.

 

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It seemed that no matter how much she squirmed, the grip on her arm just grew tighter. Meanwhile, the Reverend attempted to negotiate with the obvious leader in an attempt to gain their release. The man asked for money and the Reverend agreed and Whisper hoped that this would be the end of the incident.

Reverend Cullpepper gathered the matrons together and called for Whisper to join them. The next words struck fear in her.

No Rev Cullpepper She will stay with us as a guarantee of the payment.

She whipped around to look in horror at the man that had just spoke. His expression was deadpan. Glancing back to the Reverend, the man could not look her in the eye. Neither could the other Matrons. Except for Mrs. Pennicost. Instead, the woman’s expression was one of smug satisfaction. What had she ever done to old pickle breath to warrant something so horrible as to be left with these people!

Suddenly the Reverend was hurrying the Matrons from the cabin and and off the ship. She pulled and tugged against the horrible man holding her as she called out to the Reverend.

“No! Do not leave me here! I trusted you! You are a man of God - you cannot leave me here!”

Reverend Cullpepper’s face flushed bright red as she watched them leave, with Mrs. Pennicost giving her a smile as if to say, you’re getting exactly what you deserve.

Suddenly she was left alone, surrounded by these vile men. They seemed to be pressing closer and closer to her.

Missy remove your clothes I which to see If you are worthy to be my bed slave.

She ignored the laughter that rang in her ears. How dare he!

“I will do no such thing!” She declared. “I am a virtuous woman. I have never... I am untouched and will remain so. Now, leave me alone and let me through!”

And with that she attempted to push her way through the men and leave the room. She was scared and really didn’t know what to do to get out of this mess. She was in a strange country and in big trouble.

 

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“No! Do not leave me here! I trusted you! You are a man of God - you cannot leave me here!”
Whisper McGhee pleaded as the Rev. Cullpepper shooed his little flock out of the main saloon. Whisper was left to face her fate alone, deserted by the man that she had trusted and by her god as well.


“So Missy does not wish to be my bed slave.”

“I will do no such thing!” She declared. “I am a virtuous woman. I have never... I am untouched and will remain so. Now, leave me alone and let me through!”


Chi Low smiled so this gorgeous creature was a virgin. His voice dark and rich, his breath warm and moist washed over her face and neck. The high collared drab Brown Matrons dress seemed to tighten around her neck. Whisper was alone utterly alone and was in the hands of these vile barbarians that seemed bent on defiling her in the most unspeakable ways.

“Perhaps you would prefer to be shared out like the rest of the spoils of war Miss McGhee?”

Rough hands grabbed Whisper and she was roughly passed from man to man. All her avenues of escape where cut off. The trembling beauty was hoisted up on a table where all could see her. Chi Low stood back surveying the scene, the delicate young western beauty on her makeshift pedestal. His men’s dark hungering eyes lustfully devouring her where she stood.

“Miss McGhee be so kind as to disrobe………..”

He paused savoring the shock and fear in Whisper’s soft emerald green eye. Her stubborn western pride would determine her fate. She could bend like a willow and survive the storm of her fate or she could fight like a mighty Pine and be swept away by the lust of the wind.

“… Or shall I have my men assist you…………I fear you would not fare well if they did.”

Though there were no bars that could be seen every avenue of escape was barred to her. Whisper had no place to fly. Her eyes grew wide as Chi Low’s words seemed to hit her like a fist. She stood there shaking and looking around her at all the leering eyes. For a moment all stood still they, collectively held their breath almost as if they were praying that this succulent creature would defy Chi Low freeing them to strip her in their own manner.

 

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Perhaps you would prefer to be shared out like the rest of the spoils of war Miss McGhee?

Those words struck fear deep inside her. How could they do such a vile thing - leaving her here in the hands of these evil people. Men who had no fear of God! These spawns of Saten! Hands, rough and dirty grabbed her, pushing and shoving her around like a toy, their laughter filling her ears. The stench of unwashed bodies assailed her senses to mix with flashing images of gap-toothed grins and puckered scars across faces. Occasionally strong fingers would pinch through the coarse material of the matronly dress that she wore.

She cried out for them to stop, to leave her alone till suddenly two of the men grabbed her and she found herself up on one of the dining room tables. All around her seemed to be a sea of faces, leering and openly awaiting something. She feared what it would be.

Miss McGhee be so kind as to disrobe………..

Her eyes, green and wide from fright, stared at this vile leader of the men.

… Or shall I have my men assist you…………I fear you would not fare well if they did.

His words hit her hard as she realized that there was to be no escape. Tears spilled from her eyes as she looked around to see men, each hoping to have a chance to help tear her clothes from her body. No escape. No hope. No freedom.

As tears ran down her cheeks, her lips moved in silently as she recited the Lord’s Prayer. Her fingers shook as one by one she undid the buttons down the front of her bodice until the brown material parted to reveal the undergarments beneath it
- a white camisole with white corset over it.

She could not look at the men, seeing the lust so openly evident in their eyes. Instead, she looked straight ahead, seeing out of the porthole. Way off in the distance was a small dot bobbed upon the surface of the river. She knew it to be the Reverend and the Matrons that had so cruelly abandoned her to a fate worse than death.

She slid off the jacket and dropped it on the tabled top before those same shaky fingers unbuttoned the brown skirt and slid it down to reveal the petticoat that Pickle Breath had demanded that she wear.

The skirt slid to the tabletop, a brown ring around the shaking redhead. Her pale skin with its smattering of light freckles, seemed to gleam with its accents of white undies. Because of the corset, her waist appeared tiny and her bosoms seemed to threaten to spill over the tops of the camisole that tried to hide them.

It was quiet in the room, as if the men held their breath awaiting to see more and Whisper paused, her hands shaking so hard as she tried to calm her nerves. The black speck on the water had disappeared, no longer visible. Whisper started over again, her lips moving to the Lord’s Prayer and she took a deep breath.

 

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Though there were no bars that could be seen every avenue of escape was barred to Whisper, she had no place to fly. Her eyes grew wide as Chi Low’s words seemed to hit her like a fist. She stood there shaking and looking around her at all the leering eyes. For a moment all stood still they collectively held their breath almost as if they were praying that this succulent little dove would defy Chi Low freeing them to strip her in their own manner.

The girl’s delicate hands her fingers where trembling as she reached up to undo her to undo the buttons of her prim and proper dress’s jacket. Tears streamed down her flawless cheeks as the jacket slipped from her shoulders revealing her virginal white corset and camisole as her firm young breast threatened to spill out of her lacey camisole. Chi Low enjoyed the young western beauty’s humiliation and smiled as Whispers tears continued to flow down her flawless cheeks and her trembling finger undid the buttons of her skirt. Her drab brown dress lay in a pool around her trim little ankles. She was magnificent her skin as pale as alabaster, and her eyes emerald green fire. The young beauty’s hands tried to cover her shame, her eyes lifted to Chi Low’s for just a moment as if to beg him to have mercy. Then Whisper seeing no pity in those dark eyes she knew they wanted all the clothes gone. Her lips moved in silent prayer to her god as she asked for deliverance. It seemed Rev. Cullpepper was not the only one to desert her and leave Whisper to her fate.

Slowly with what pride she had left, held her head up looking straight at Chi Low and undid the strings of her corset letting it fall. Clothed in nothing but her camisole and petticoat she now stood before her tormentors deserted by all those that she had trusted. For a moment they were silent as they drank in Whisper’s chaste beauty that was on display for them. The men went wild as they slammed money down on a table as they began to bid to possess her.

“ Miss McGhee they are bidding to see who will be the first to take you.”

As Chi Low spoke to Whisper the men hushed and fell silent, they looked between their leader and the chaste western beauty on her pedestal.

“Are you sure you do not want to be my bed Slave Miss McGhee,………..one versus many?”

When the girl hesitated, Chi Low nodded his head and the bidding continued until the scared and burned Low Fa and a dwarf where the only two bidders left. Whisper’s fate was closing in on her.


"Every last stich Miss McGhee, they wish to see your youthful naked perfection, as do I"

 

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Her hesitation did her no favors as the men seemed to go wild merely seeing her in her undies. And the man that appeared to be the leader seemed to enjoy taunting her. Everyone spoke incredibly fast and in words strange and unknown to her, save when that leader used his English with a thick accent.

Miss McGhee they are bidding to see who will be the first to take you.

Bidding on her as if she were some slave! Why had God forsaken her? She had always tried to be good.

Are you sure you do not want to be my bed Slave Miss McGhee,………..one versus many?

There would be no more dreams of a life fulfilled, no more...

Every last stich Miss McGhee, they wish to see young naked perfection, as do I

His voice broke her thoughts and as if on automatic, she pulled the ties on the camisole slipped the straps off her shoulders. The air seemed cool on her dark rosy nipples and they puckered, the centers becoming like little pebbles. The gauzy material seemed to flutter to join the rest of her clothes on the tabletop.

Once again she pulled a ribbon and as if gravity wished her naked too, the last of her modesty was stripped away as it too joined the growing heap of clothes at her feet. She now stood before these vile and evil men, naked. The hair that attempted to hide her sex was just as coppery red as the hair on top of her head. Her skin seemed to glow in the cabin light as she blushed at being so revealed. A light sprinkling of freckles appeared to be scattered across her skin like flakes of gold dust and she closed her eyes, wishing that she were back home - anywhere but where she stood now.

 

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Whisper’s momentary hesitation did her no favors the men closed in closer around her and seemed too to go wild with unholy desire at merely seeing Whisper in only her camisole and petticoat. The young beauty’s firm young breasts threatened to spill out of her camisole her dusky pink areola were clearly visible now. Whisper stood there surrounded by these vile creatures. Her sad tear shimmering emerald green eyes were met by Chi Low’s dark fathomless eyes and Whisper could see that he was enjoying tormenting and taunting her. Everyone spoke incredibly fast and in words strange and unknown to her, save when that leader used his English with a thick accent. Those she could not understand what was being said there was no doubt what these men wanted and Chi Low made it quite clear to the ravishing young redhead.

“Miss McGhee they are bidding to see who will be the first to take you. Are you sure you do not want to be my bed Slave Miss McGhee,………..one versus many?”

Then with a dark command Chi Low made it very clear what she must do. “Every last stitch Miss McGhee, they wish to see your youthful naked perfection, as do I.”


With no hope of rescue Whisper had little choice, she pulled the ties on the camisole, slipped the straps off her shoulders and let the garment slid down her arms to flutter to the floor. The hapless young beauty stood there naked to the waist, her breasts were firm and ripe, her pale pink rosebud nipples were taunt little buds. Again Whisper could hear the excited sing song of the pirate horde as they bid on her honor and her virtue. She heard the money slammed down as the price for her virtue rose.

Her fingers were trembling as they reach reached reluctantly for the ribbons of her petticoat, one by one they surrendered to her trembling fingers, then as if gravity wished her naked as well, her petticoat slowly slid down the long sculptured columns of her legs to join the pile of her discarded clothing. Whisper stood there, the last vestige of her modesty, stripped from her by her own hands, now naked as the day she was born. It was if nature its self were conspiring against her, her skin seemed to glow in the cabin's dim light, a pale chaste alabaster, tinged the most sensual shade of pink as Whisper blushed at her naked perfection being so revealed to these vile creatures.

All eyes seemed drawn to the sparse coppery red fleece, which did little to hide her virgin sex. The girl felt a hand on her leg and then another, soon she could not tell how many. Whisper could feel them sliding up her legs. She was lifted from her make shift pedestal and placed on the floor. The men closed in around her their smell filled her nostrils, their hands were all over her naked body kneading her breasts and the cheeks of her firm little ass. Fingers were rolling, pinching, and tugging at her nipples. Then she felt the cheeks of her ass being spread and a finger pressed to the dark star of her anus as these vile creatures chattered in their sing song langue, as if they were examining her, as if she was a prized breeding mare. Then again she found herself lifted in the air, yet this time she was laid on her back. Her arms were drawn above her head and her legs were pulled wide open until her sex was opened to their view. Low Fa was coming towards her as he undid his peasant trousers. He was grinning wickedly at Whisper, behind him was the misshapen little dwarf, and behind him another man. It was then that she heard Chi Low speak first in Chinese. His men stopped, there was angry muttering it was then that he spoke to Whisper in English.

“Come to me on your hands and knees girl kiss my boot and beg to be my bed slave. This is your last chance if you refuse you will be their whore.”

His voice was dark and rich, felt as much as heard. There was no anger in his voice but there was a note of finality that left no doubt that if she did not come to him she would be raped by every man there. Whisper felt the grip on her wrists and ankles ease. Without being told it was clear that she only hand moments to choose “One” or “Many”.

 

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She tried to remove herself from what was happening. As if perhaps her soul was already dead for she knew that after today she would never be a missionary and would probably never have contact with her family and friends again. To all intents and purposes she was dead.

The sound of men bidding to be the first to bed her was an appalling thought. And when the first hand reached out to touch her skin, she flinched and tried to pull away. Yet that reaction was met by another hand and then another, fingers coarse and rough from years of hard labor, hands missing fingers or joints misshapen. Dirt and grime caked under fingernails that pinched and poked and prodded until it felt as if a thousand hands lifted her, pulling her down on the floor as every part of her body was inspected in an attempt to bury her alive. Nothing was her own as even her anus was pressed against, as if these vile men had never seen one before.

And still no English was spoken as these men talked to each other in that sing-song way. Their stench filled her nostrils, their gibberish filled her ears. Then once again she was lifted in the air before being stretched out on the floor of the cabin, with her arms held tight over her head and a man on each leg, spreading wide her legs to show all. She looked down between them and saw a line of men waiting to take her, the first that man with the horribly scarred face. His grin was evil as he advanced towards her, unbuttoning his pants in anticipation of the rape.

She tried to move but there was no hope of one young woman against all these men. Yet they suddenly stopped though she could see that they were not happy about it. She felt the leader’s words before she actually comprehended what he said. The grip loosened on her appendages.

Come to me on your hands and knees girl kiss my boot and beg to be my bed slave. This is your last chance if you refuse you will be their whore.

She knew that there would be no postponement on this sentence. While still possible, she snatched her hands and feet from the grip of the men and tried to pull herself together. She could hear their angry muttering yet managed to get to her hands and knees, the wooden floor bruising the skin there. Slowly she crawled to the leader’s feet, fighting an urge to throw up from the disgust at what she was having to do. And silently she laid a curse at the Reverend and Mrs. Pennicost - the two responsible for her being put here today.

Tears fell from her eyes and stained her path across the cabin floor to the leader’s shoes. Even his shoes stunk yet one was better than many. Her lips, soft and pink, kissed his boot. And her voice was small and almost lost in the sounds that surrounded her.

“Please Sir, just you.”

And with that she fell in a crumpled heap at his feet as darkness swallowed her.

 

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Whisper tried to move but there was no hope of one young woman against all these men, and she knew that her rape was at hand. Yet they suddenly stopped though she could see that they were not happy about it. She felt the leader’s words before she actually comprehended what he said. The grip loosened on her arms and legs giving the slightest glimmer of hope to the hapless young western beauty.

“Come to me on your hands and knees girl kiss my boot and beg to be my bed slave. This is your last chance if you refuse you will be their whore” Again the choice of one or many was held out to Whisper McGhee. Chi Low watched Whisper quickly drew her arms and feet free from the hands that had restrained her and came to her hands and knees. He watched as the proud little western beauty swallowed her pride and began to make her way to him naked and on her hands and knees. She could hear their angry muttering of the men gathered around her. Tears fell from her eyes trickled down her flawless cheeks, which trail of tears stained her path across the cabin floor to the Chi Low’s shoes. Even his shoes stunk yet one was better than many. Chi Low knew took all of Whisper’s willpower for lips, soft pink lips to kissed his boot. Her voice was small, like a frightened child, and almost lost in the sounds that surrounded her.

“Please Sir, just you.” The sobbing young beauty begged and with that she fell in a crumpled heap at his feet as darkness swallowed her. Chi low had no intentions of letting Miss Whisper McGhee to escape that easily. He ordered that she be doused with a bucket of cold water to bring her back t6o the land of the living. As Whisper sputtered and tried to catch her breath Chi Low Asked,

“Please what Miss McGhee? Do you wish to be my bed slave and concubine?” Chi Low would let Whisper no place to hide. She would have to beg him to become his bed slave and Concubine. Just then, as Whisper lay prostrate at Chi Low’s feet Low Fa was speaking rapidly pointing at Whisper and then to the money he had bid for her. The other men joined in as if demanding that Low Fa claim on the girl be respected.

Had she waited too long? Low Fa seemed to think so as he went to claim what he had laid his money down for. This proud foreign she devil needed to learn her place and he intended to teach her. Low Fa yelling she was rightfully his. Low Fa’s fingers entwined curly in Whisper tawny copper hair as he yanked her to her knees, she racked her nails across the back of his hands, and blood welled. The man snarled and used an open hand to strike her across the face. Whisper fell to the floor.
Chi Low yelled to Low Fa in their o Low Fa own language and then he turned to Whisper.

“Your foolish pride Miss McGhee will be your ruin.”

The man’s voice barely contained his anger with her. His eyes dark and threatening.

“Miss McGhee you are not in your country you are in mine and you have drawn blood and as such Low Fa can claim you as his now. Then the others will take their turn with you unless you placate him.”

Chi Low then again turn to Low Fa and they seemed to argue for a long time the man repeatedly pointing at his bloody hand and then at the cowering girl.

“He says if you please him here and now, take him in to your mouth and suckle his passion he will release you to me if not then they will each uses you in the order of what they have paid.”

There where fifteen men gathered in the salon and a smile bowed the dwarf’s lips as he looked on Whisper’s naked perfection.




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She was drowning. That at least was her first thought as she spluttered back in to consciousness. Her body was cold and the chattering and yelling in the unknown language confused her at first.

Memory came flooding back like a second shock after the dumping of water on her. The shame and degradation of it all once again made her blush, her body flushed pink. She heard that man, their leader, speaking to her in his English heavily tinted as he seemed to wish her to say the whole thing again.

Suddenly, meaty fingers grabbed a handful of her red curls to jerk her head up and back until she was on her knees. Pain shot through her scalp and she could not help but cry out. In defense she reached out blindly to scratch at the hand that held her, digging her fingernails across the back of the hand. This time the man, the scarred one, rewarded her by slapping her across the face, knocking her back to the floor. There was a ringing in her ear but she still heard the argument that ensued between the leader and the scarred man.

Your foolish pride Miss McGhee will be your ruin.

She touched her cheek, already sore and a bit puffy. There would probably be a bruise.

Miss McGhee you are not in your country you are in mine and you have drawn blood and as such Low Fa can claim you as his now. Then the others will take their turn with you unless you placate him.

Placate him? How? Apologize? Back home these men would be put to death for what they had made her do.

He says if you please him here and now, take him in to your mouth and suckle his passion he will release you to me if not then they will each uses you in the order of what they have paid.

His words made no sense. Must come from not really knowing English. In her mouth? Suckle? Did he mean that the scarred one wanted her to kiss him? Lord, that man probably had bad breath. He certainly had probably never cleaned his mouth. But if it would get him to leave her alone then... she would close her eyes and do it. At least his lips did not appear scarred. Beside, she did not relished the thought of being raped by each man.

“Very well, if it will mean that he will then leave me alone.”

She moved to stand but was caught off guard by the men surrounding her, as if they thought that she would flee before giving this man his kiss. She could not escape, naked as she was, for she would stand out anywhere she went. Better to kiss this man and get it over with.

 

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The silence in the room was deafening Whisper’s hand to her cheek where she had been struck by low Fa. They waited to see what the proud foreign beauty would do. Already she had been forced to strip naked before them and know they knew if she failed, nothing would save her from their lust. Low Fa arrogantly strode forward ready to claim her penitent offering for her offense of drawing his blood.

“He says if you please him here and now, take him in to your mouth and suckle his passion he will release you to me if not then they will each uses you in the order of what they have paid.”

The girl was dazed and Chi low words made little sense. A Slowly Whisper began to rise, “Very well, if it will mean that he will then leave me alone.” Could this gorgeous young creature be so naive as to not know what was being demanded of her. She moved to stand but was caught off guard by the men surrounding her, as if they thought that she would flee before giving this man his kiss. She could not escape, naked as she was, for she would stand out anywhere she went. Better to kiss this man and get it over with. Low Fa was caught off guard, Whisper stood on her tip toes, her lips press to Low Fa in a chaste kiss. The man’s fingers curled tighter in her tawny copper hair, his body was pressed to hers and his tongue invaded her mouth in a scandalous passionate kiss and then he was pushing Whisper down to her knees once more. They cheered at the way he wrapped his fingers into her shimmering silken tawny copper hair.

“Miss McGhee he wants you to take his man hood in to your mouth and suckle him till he cums.

Low Fa did not wait for Whisper to answer put twisted her hair until she screamed. They howled the louder their approval as he started to forcible rape Whisper’s virginal mouth. The way he so cruelly used her seemed to meet with their approval. Yet a hush came over the assembled men as they waited to see if the stunning young beauty stilled herself to her fate. The way her sweet ripe lips were forced to “O” around the shaft of Low Fa’s huge erection, filled them with lust for the young redhead. Her silken head bobbing up and down the length of his shaft as he held her head in position by her silken hair, till her little button nose was pressed to his groin. They watched in awe as Low Fa wrapped both hands in Whisper’s hair and pull her face hard against him……………….. Without warning his seed flooded her mouth and down her throat causing her to gag with the taste she was unaccustomed too. Some ran from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Humiliated the innocent young Missionary slumped once more to the floor forward


“Come to me crawl to me quickly Miss McGhee before the dwarf claims you, kiss my boot as a sign you are mine now.”


Whisper could see the twisted little man beginning to make his way through the crowd of men to claim her as his now.

 

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Deciding that this man would not go away without his kiss, she quickly stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips closed and firmly against the scarred man’s lips. The stench of his breath was horrid and the fabric of his clothes were stiff and caked with the filth of poor hygiene and scratched against her body. It was a shock when the man suddenly thrust his tongue into her mouth, the slimy thing invading every corner. She thought that she would gag.

Then, catching her off guard, with his fingers still tightly gripping her red curls, the man pulled her back on her knees before him. She could hear the leader speaking though she thought that she had misunderstood what he said.

Miss McGhee he wants you to take his man hood in to your mouth and suckle him till he cums.

Before she could protest, the man with the scarred face proceeded to pull on her hair until she cried out in pain. Quickly he pulled out his manhood and rammed it in her mouth. Before this time, Whisper had never seen a man’s member. She had of course seen little baby boy’s winkies when their nappies were changed, but never an adult man’s manhood.

Still, she was unable to get a good look at the thing invading her mouth for the man had wasted no time in shoving it in. She fought to not gag, pushing her hands against his thighs to try and stop the rape of her mouth but it was to no avail. The man was much larger and stronger than she and seemed to easily do what he willed with her.

He pushed and pulled her head back and forth so that his member slid in and out of her mouth. The smell of the sewer filled her nostrils as the foul thing rubbed back and forth across her tongue.

Then suddenly he jammed himself all the way into her mouth, with the tip of it blocking her throat, chocking her. Her nose was shoved up into his groin, the stench of him overpowering. Then with each grunt he made, she could feel a hot warmth spurt down her throat. The taste was foul, like curdled salty milk as some of it backed up into her mouth to dribble out its corners to drip onto her chest.

Once he was through, the scarred man released his hold in her hair and, exhausted, Whisper collapsed to the floor. A voice seemed to pierce her consciousness.

Come to me crawl to me quickly Miss McGhee before the dwarf claims you, kiss my boot as a sign you are mine now.

Glancing up, she could see the misshapen little man working his way through the crowd to try and reach her. On her hands and knees she crawled towards the leader. It seemed to take every bit of strength that she had to reach where the man stood and kissed his boot for the second time that day.

Behind her she could hear the little man yelling.

 

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Chi Low stood there like a rock as Whisper clung to his leg her sobs shaking her stunning young body. She grip him even tighter as the dwarf came closer his hand grazing the firm sensual curve of her clave. It was then that Chi Low bent down and taking the girl’s hands drew her to her feet. She stood there naked as the day she was born her gorgeous supple young body pressed to Chi Low’s. He held her there her body racked with her pitiful sobs Whisper found herself enfolded in the strength of his arms, the only protection for the rest of the pirate horde. It was then that Chi Low pressed a kiss to her forehead. With that simple act the crowd began to disperse and continued to loot the little steamer. This dark somber man who had hardly spoken to her at all swept the girl into his arms and carried her to what had been Mr. Jones cabin. It had the only tub on the ship, if it could be called that, it was more a deep basin that you could bath in.

“Bathe yourself Miss McGee and then braid your hair and come to me.”

Chi Low sat on the edge of the cabin’s bed apparently he had no intention to let Whisper bath in privacy. Chi Low could not help but notice the sensual innocence of the young Missionary as she daintily stepped into the basin tub. He looked forward to a sensually seductive show. He anticipated the way her hands would soap her body, caressed her firm young breasts. How the suds would cling to her taunt nipples the sensual curve of her back as Whisper bent to wash her thighs and legs. He could already see the maidenly blushed that would kissed her flawless cheeks as she became aware of how he looked at her how that crimson blush would turned to scarlet with that knowledge and turned her soft white skin the most delightful shade of pink. He smiled to himself for it reminded him of a cherry blossom in spring.

Whisper could hear the clanking of machinery as the little vessel once more got under way. The hiss of escaping stem sounded like the hiss of a serpent, the serpent that had tempted Eve in the Garden. Time seemed to stand still as if it passage had suddenly lost all meaning and the again there was that voice, his voice, “Bathe yourself Miss McGhee for my pleasure!”

His voice was stern; there was no doubt that what he said was an order. It was the same tone her father had used when he was displeased with her. Yet now Chi Low was the only thing that stood between her and the pirates and his words came hauntingly back to her Miss McGhee one or many and she had already learned how vicious and demanding these men could be when Low Fa had used her mouth for his pleasure.

 

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Once she had kissed his boot, she wrapped her arms around the man’s leg as if he were the last outcrop of rock for a drowning man. Exhausted, the tears flowed from her eyes as she pressed her face against his pant leg while fingers, short and stubby, gripped her smooth buttocks and delved into the split that divided them. She could not help the tears that fell nor stop their flow as the events of the morning took their toll on the young soul. In the short span of time since the pirates had burst into the salon and took over the ship, poor Whisper’s world had disintegrated from calm and order into chaos and degradation.

Other hands seemed to run along her legs, touching her back, wanting her body. Yet now their leader pulled her upright until she stood before him. She shook in fear as the man’s arms wrapped around her, holding her in his embrace as if to calm her, or was it to lay claim to her. She knew not which.

It was when the leader kissed her forehead that suddenly the rest of the men left her alone, for which she was eternally grateful. As she stood before him, wrung out by what she had just endured, she was surprised when the man promptly swept her into his arms and proceeded to carry her through the boat. All around her the pirates proceeded to strip the boat, their excited babble rang in her ears.

After a minute she realized that the man was taking her to the room that had been assigned to the Reverend. She had never been inside so she was somewhat surprised at just how large it was. Whisper had been placed in a very small room with barely enough space for a bunk and a cabinet, yet the room that this man took her to had a larger bed, a dresser and even a standing bath.

As he sat her down, he spoke in that song song fashion.

Bathe yourself Miss McGee and then braid your hair and come to me.

If she was hoping for privacy during this intimate act, there was to be none. The man merely sat on the edge of the bed and watched her as if to do so were perfectly normal. There was already water in the bath, presumably for the Reverend. It had probably been prepared for him to use after the morning service. Right now the water was cool as she carefully stepped in.

There was a klanging sound and a loud hiss as the steamer was started up again. The little ship gave a jerk as it began to pull forward and sloshing water from the bath threatened to spill over the side of the bath. With a shudder, they all seemed to continue on down the river.

Bathe yourself Miss McGhee for my pleasure!

She blushed at his words, at the eyes that seemed to cover every inch of her body. Picking up the sponge, she soaped it well and proceeded to clean herself. A feeble attempt to wash away the hands that had touched her bare skin, that had probed private places. Washing her hair to bring it back from its muddy red of a thousand hands to its burnished copper color. An attempt to wash away the tears of the morning, to clean away the vestiges of what that foul man had done to her in the salon.

Water ran in rivulets between the pale breast sprinkled with very faint freckles and tipped with dark rosy areoles. They puckered and the nipples became hard as the cool soap and water rushed across them. As she scrubbed away the crusty remains of that dirty man’s seed from her skin.

The was no privacy as the man sat and watched as she scrubbed every inch of skin, the blush of her embarrassment coloring not only her cheeks but almost her entire body.

Miss McGhee one or many

The implications were obvious. This day she was to lose her virginity, whether she wished it or not. It was to this man or the horde that waited on this boat that she was destined. Somehow she doubted that the Reverend would be sending the money. She saw the look that he gave her, that parting glance of goodbye. And the pleased smile that Mrs. Pennicost had, of one happy to be rid of a problem. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before rinsing herself off.

As she carefully stepped out of the standing bath, she took a nearby towel and slowly dried her skin. She was nervous and her hair refused to cooperate as she braided it. Little wisps of curl escapes its confines to make a sort of tendril halo around her head.

Her bare feet made no sound as she slowly walked to where the man sat watching her. Her breath came out jerky and she was afraid to look him in the eye as she stood before him. So she stared at the wooden floor, the sound of the steam and the engines seeming unnaturally loud in the moment, her future uncertain.

How she so wished that she was back at home in the seminary.

 

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Chi Low could not help but notice the sensual innocence of the young Missionary as she daintily stepped into the basin; the seductive way that her hands soaped her body caressed her firm young breasts. How the suds clung to her taunt nipples, the sensual curve of her back as Whisper bent to wash her thighs and legs. The maidenly blushed that kissed her flawless cheeks as she became aware of how he looked at her how that crimson blush turned to scarlet with that knowledge and turned her soft white skin the most delightful shade of pink. He smiled to himself for it reminded him of a cherry blossom in spring. She was even more beautiful and sensual than he had imagined

Whisper’s body shimmered when she poured the clear water over her to risen away the suds of her bath. She stood their pure and clean, freshly washed; her hair now braided seemed to form a fiery copper halo around her angelic face, her body dried. Miss Whisper McGhee came to him naked as the day she was born, the virginal offering for Rev Cullpepper and his little flock’s safety. The girl’s soft emerald green eyes where demurely down cast as she stood before Chi Low her hands primly folded in front of her.

“Place your hands behind you Miss McGhee never hide yourself from me.”

Slowly he stood he shrugged the black silk peasants jacket from his shoulders. Chi’s chest was covered by the most frightening blue-black tattoos of dragons and tigers and mystical beasts. As he moved they seemed to almost be alive. There where vivid scares that broke the patterns, scares from fights in the past. His muscles where like cords of iron. As he stripped away his black trousers the little missionary noticed that the fantastic patterns did not stop at his waist. When he had stripped naked, he stepped to the stunning young western beauty and he enfolded her into his arms, his mouth lowered and closed over hers. His tongue slid over the succulent curve of her sweet lower lip, along the even ridge of her white teeth and into the sweetness of her mouth. His dark tattooed body in mark contrast to Whisper’s pure flawless stunning young body.

Chi let his kiss linger and deepen until the innocent young beauty shared but a single life giving breath with him. Time seemed to stand still; there was no past, no future, just here and now, just a man and a woman. The little dove trembled as he held her tight. He was pleased as she slowly hesitantly surrendered to his kiss. Chi led the innocent young miss in a dance older than time itself as his tongue intertwined with hers in the sweetness of her chaste mouth. For a brief moment he was not a barbarian and she was not a foreign devil they were just a man and a woman. Then his little dove felt his lust for her pressed to her virgin belly and she broke that kiss that had bound them together. She struggled desperately in his arms to no avail.

Miss Whisper McGhee demurely dropped her eyes from Chi’s piercing gaze and at the sight of his manhood she gasped and began to struggle as if her life depended on it, not just her virtue and honor. In her struggle she unknowingly raked her nails across Chi Low’s cheek. The back of his hand caught her cheek and she was flung to the bed in a crumpled heap. His hand wiped the blood from his cheek, again she had drawn blood, his eyes burned with an unholy furry.

“Miss McGhee either come to me on your knees beg my forgiveness or I shall give you to the dwarf. This is your last chance my dear.”

 

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Place your hands behind you Miss McGhee never hide yourself from me.

Quickly she did as told. It made her nervous when the man began to undress. This was all real. Too real. His bare chest was covered in what she later discovered were tattoos. Black paintings on his body that seemed to move as he did. Scary things! She noted numerous scars too, white welts that seemed to crisscross across the strange beast that decorated his body.

The drawings on his body seemed to continue on down his legs. Once he stood before her naked, again she had a view of a man’s member. What with the drawings on this man’s body, his member was like yet another huge beast facing her.

His body was warm as he hugged her yet to her she felt as if she were being burned alive. Smothered. His lips closed over hers as his tongue fought to enter her mouth. As if sucking the life from her body. Pulling the very breath from her. She felt herself being drawn into him and for a moment she followed. Yet she could not still the trembling of her body as his arms held her against him.

Something was poking her and no longer could she kiss him. A quick glance down showed her what had been poking at her. His manhood left a wet trail on her tummy.

No!! This could not be. She was supposed to lose her virginity to someone that she loved, not to this evil man or his band of pirates.

She began to fight, to struggle against this foreigner and his desire to have her. Suddenly the world was spinning out of control and all she could do was fight. She never even knew that she had drawn blood until the man threw her onto the bed. The devil was in his eyes as he wiped away the blood from his cheek.

Miss McGhee either come to me on your knees beg my forgiveness or I shall give you to the dwarf. This is your last chance my dear.

No!! Not again. Rolling off the bed she crawled on her hands and knees until she was once again in front of him. The hard wood of the cabin floor dug into her knees as the steamer swayed along the river. Her voice shook, as did her whole body as she apologized and pleaded with him.

“I am so sorry, Sir. I am afraid. I have never known a man and had hoped that when I lost my innocence it would be to my husband. I did not mean to draw blood. Please forgive me. I beg of you. Please show me some sympathy, sir. I am afraid. I know that fear would be a strange and unknown feeling to someone as strong and brave as you. Please sir, I beg of you!! Please forgive me!!”

Tears fell from her eyes and ran down her pale cheeks, her lower lip trembling. In fact, her entire body was shaking from fear. Her hands were clasped before her as if praying for his forgiveness. Her tear-filled eyes were looking at him, pleading. Suddenly she bent and kissed the man’s bare foot.

 

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The little western beauty lay crumpled at his feet, the eyes of the fantastic beasts that covered his body seemed to ripple with his muscles as if they had a life of their own and their was lust in those eyes Her hand went to her delicate cheek, the crimson print of Chi Low’s emblazoned on Whimper’s delicate alabaster skin. Her soft emerald green eyes where wide like a lost child as she looked into his dark almond eyes. Then she quickly scrambled from the bed. Whisper, as she had done in the main salon when the fear of being given to the twisted little dwarf had loomed before her, Whisper came to him on her hands and knees.

“I am so sorry, Sir. I am afraid. I have never known a man and had hoped that when I lost my innocence it would be to my husband. I did not mean to draw blood. Please forgive me. I beg of you. Please show me some sympathy, sir. I am afraid. I know that fear would be a strange and unknown feeling to someone as strong and brave as you. Please sir, I beg of you!! Please forgive me!!” The girl gasped, her voice low and penetrative as she demurely lowered her eyes from his.

Whisper’s heartfelt tears fell on his bare feet. The terrified young beauty sobbed, her lower lip trembling. In fact, her entire body was shaking from fear. Her hands were clasped before her as if praying for his forgiveness. Her tear-filled eyes were looking at him, pleading. Suddenly she bent and kissed the man’s bare foot. She had no idea what was happening or what her future was going to be like. Her soft cries causing her body to tremble under his gaze.

The girl had drawn blood and for that she must be punished. His fingers laced into her shimmering hair. Chi Low dragged the hapless beauty up to her knees his manhood brushing her sweet moist lips. His fingers tightened in her hair and his voice was as cold and hard as flint.

“Take me into your mouth my little concubine and please me…………………”

He had let his voice trail off as if to say if she did not then her fate was sealed and she would become whore to his men. Again this barbarian was demanding that she pleasure him with her mouth. Whisper knew that this was an unnatural act, a sinful act but then Chi low had made it quite clear what her failure to obey was.


His cold eyes looked down on the fragile western beauty, her large round eyes looked up at him brimming with tears. Chi low looked forward to the chaste little redheaded western beauty’s tip of her little pink tongue darting out in a shy sensual little lick. Her soft pink lips “O”ed around Chi his shaft, as they had “O”ed around Low Fa’s earlier. Oh she would tried so very hard to please him and yet he would uttered no sound as Whisper’s tongue swirled around him as she desperately tried to take all of him in to her mouth. Oh how he would enjoy making her is little western concubine.