The Silken Dragon

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As she sat in the garden enjoying her newfound limited freedom, the bees droned lazily amongst the buds. It had been quite some time since she had been used by her Master. Nowadays, the only time that she was called was when he had guest that desired using a Westerner. Even the occasional Western Diplomat would use her, though sometimes they were the rudest of all. None of them ever bothered to ask her exactly why she was there and seemed to assume that she had been a prostitute before she had come here. Several of them asked her about the mark on her inner thigh given to her by the dwarf all those years ago. Rather than go through the entire sordid explanation, she just would say that she didn’t know though just before she died Mae Ling had told her that it announced who had stolen her virginity.

No, despite his advancing years, Ming still appeared to be quite sexually active though she knew that occasionally he needed to take some of the powder that had been kept in Mae Ling’s room. The women that he used were young, taking their virginity or using them on his steam sex machines. Days would pass without her setting eyes on him, and when he would call for her to entertain some man, knowing that she would be expected to sleep with the man.

Even in the garden she became aware of excitement running through the court - people running to and fro.

One Chinese woman found her and rushed up to her, telling her in limited English that Ming was waiting for her. That was just a bit unexpected but she thought that perhaps some guest had requested her. Thanking the woman, she immediately headed to her Master, sinking to her knees before him to await his command.

That he told her to arise was a bit unusual but she did so.

Miss McGhee a knew concubine will arrive shortly you will instruct her in what is required of her and bring her hear to await my pleasure.

That was it. He turned and left, leaving her a bit curious. She had been forced to instruct new concubines in the past, though she suspected that with the death of Mae Ling she may have to do so more often.

When the girl’s carriage arrived, she was surprised to find a Westerner like herself, with reddish hair and clear blue eyes. The girl looked lost and frightened and seemed relieved to come face to face with another Westerner. She felt as if she had gone back in time to around 20 years ago when she had first arrived here at Ming’s palace.

My name is Charity why have I been brought her Miss? They told me I was sold to save the mission. Am I to be your maid?

Her ears perked up at the young thing’s words. Mission? Could it be? Whisper’s smile was sad as she shook her head and led the girl over to a bench to sit. She sat beside her and tried to think how best to explain things.

“My dear, you have been sent her for one reason only. This is the palace of your new Master. Always call him ‘MASTER’! Do you understand?” Charity looked scared and puzzled but nodded her head.

“You are to be the Master’s new concubine. Do you know what that means?”

Charity was quiet for a moment. “Am I to be married to the Master?” She asked hopefully.

“I am afraid not, my dear.”

“But that is sinful.”

“This is our lot in life. We have no say in such things.” Whisper paused. “You mentioned a Mission. Which Mission would that be?”

“Why, the Mission at Lui Tai. Have you heard of it?”

Encouraged by Whisper, Charity told of growing up there. She had been orphaned as a baby and had been left at the gates of the Mission to be raised there. The Reverend Culpepper had always been nice as had the matrons there. Then, several years ago, Reverend Culpepper had a heart attack and died while he slept. They all grieved for his passing, in particular Matron Pentecost. And just recently, while leading the children in prayer, she too had died. Now, there was talk of closing the Mission and the Matrons returning to the West. Almost daily various children were gone, having been adopted by various families but no one wanted her as she was a Westerner. She had just turned 18 when suddenly she had been put in a carriage and told that she was sold to pay for an old debt. Then she was brought here.

Charity began to cry. “Must I really be a concubine?”

“Yes. For since the Master now owns you, you must do as he says, otherwise he will turn you over to his guards to let them use you again and again. I have learned in all my years that rape by the one is better than rape by many.”

“Will it hurt?”

“At first it will, and there will be some blood, but no more blood than that of your monthly flow.”

And so she began to try and teach Charity just what would be expected of her. She never liked this job, especially when it was for one which she felt an affinity to. Perhaps it was because the girl reminded her of herself long ago. Perhaps she reminded her of the child she had lost at birth, though she had never been told if she had birthed a boy or a girl. But she comforted the girl as she cried about what was to come, and her fate in life.

The next evening, Ming sent word to send Charity to him. She dressed the young girl in the red silk gown with the two dragons embroidered on it, showing a large dragon subjugating a smaller dragon. Very symbolic.

With a heavy heart Whisper escorted the young girl to Ming’s waiting room, making sure that Charity was kneeling correctly on the silk cushion. She had been taught to never raise her eyes from the floor unless the Master told her to look at him. She had taught the girl that he may wish to use one or even all of her orafices, and how to accept his manhood with a minimal amount of pain.

“May God bless you, Charity.”

Whisper slipped outside the room to find Ming standing there, a bemused smile on his face. She immediately knelt before him, her eyes cast down to the floor.

“Master,” she said, and waited.

 

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“My dear, you have been sent her for one reason only. This is the palace of your new Master. Always call him ‘MASTER’! Do you understand?” Whisper tried to break the news of Charity’s fate to the young virgin. Oh yes the girl must be a virgin as that was what Ming prized most and how Whisper had disappointed him from the first.

Ming watched the tender scene between mother and daughter each unawares of who the other was and yet they seemed somehow to be drawn to each other. Young charity bore a string resemblance to Whisper that neither saw. Ming watched as Whisper told Charity the horrible truth of her new life. Charity began to cry. “Must I really be a concubine?” “Yes. For since the Master now owns you, you must do as he says, otherwise he will turn you over to his guards to let them use you again and again. I have learned in all my years that rape by the one is better than rape by many.”

Whisper had told the young virgin the horrible truth. She comforted the girl as best she could as she prepared Charity for her meeting with her master. Charity was brought to the waiting room. Whisper had dressed her in a red silk gown with the two dragons embroidered on it, showing a large dragon subjugating a smaller dragon. Ironically very symbolic of the fate that awaited Charity. Whisper left the young beauty kneeling on the pillow her soft azure blue eyes demurely down cast and her hand resting palms down on her thighs. “May God bless you, Charity.” Whisper slowly left the room and Charity to her fate.

Whisper slipped outside the room to find Ming standing there, a bemused smile on his face. She immediately knelt before him, her eyes cast down to the floor. “Master,” Ming had a wicked plan for mother and daughter. He smiled down at Whisper. “I require you assistance Miss McGhee.” Ming led Whisper back into the waiting room where charity was kneeling. He held up his hand for Whisper to stop just inside the room then he circled the kneeling young girl inspecting her from every angle. “Stand girl!” Charity slowly got to her feet, yet kept her soft blue eyes demurely lowered as she had been instructed. Again he slowly circled the stunning young Miss. Then turning to Whisper he simply commanded. “Disrobe her I wish to see her naked.”

Ming waited for the unsuspecting mother to present him her daughter as naked as the day she was born. Only then would he let Whisper know that Charity was her first born. He smiled to himself for he had plans for Whisper and he knew she knew what her daughter’s life would be as his concubine. He smiled as he waited for Charity’s unveiling.

 

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As per her Master’s instructions, she followed him back into the room and waited as he looked at his new plaything. The girl had youth and naïveté on her side. She was a true innocence though Whisper had tried to let the girl know just what to expect. More so than Whisper herself had known all those many years ago.

The poor girl was ever so slightly shaking and she certainly could understand what then pretty thing was feeling. Whisper said a quick prayer for the girl.

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Charity closed her eyes and said a prayer. She had not expected such a thing to happen to her. Always she had striven to be a good Christian, to follow the teachings from the Reverend and the Matrons at the mission. She could just not understand why she had been sold, and sold for such a sinful reason.

The sound of the door sliding open alerted her to the Master’s presence. She held her breath, remembering to keep her head bowed and her eyes on the floor. Having been raised in the mission, she was used to following instructions and knew well enough that if she had been told not to raise her eyes, then she would not raise her eyes.

She was aware of eyes scrutinizing her as the rustle of the silk robe seemed to walk around her but she was unaware that the kind Whisper had re-entered the room with the Master.

Stand girl!

She obeyed. This time she could see the flash of the hem of his silk robe as he walked around her, his shoes scuffing slightly on the floor. Nervously she bit her lower lip, trying to calm herself.

Disrobe her I wish to see her naked. That made her aware that there was someone else in the room and she held her breath. Male or female? What did it matter, this was all so scary and unbelievable.

She noted the hem of the gown that came into the view of her downcast eyes and thought that she recognized it as the robe of Whisper’s. So, the woman had come back into the room.

The woman unfastened the frog closures of the gown she wore and she felt a chill run through her as the air brushed across her bare skin. Soft finger slid the robed off her shoulder to drop to her feet.

She wanted to throw her hands up in protest, yet she fought the urge to try and hide her breast or the freshly shaved mons that Whisper had explained she would have to keep free of hair. This just could not be right. Yet that didn’t matter for it was happening.

 

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Ming slowly circled the young redheaded beauty and then had given Whisper a simple command “Disrobe her I wish to see her naked.”. Charity’s soft blue eyes were demurely down cast as Whisper came to her. So many years ago Whisper was where the young girl now stood and Whisper stood where Mae ling had stood. Whisper unfastened the frog closures of Charity’s gown. Whisper saw the little goose bumps as the cool air brushed across Charity’s newly bare skin. Ming’s black heart soared as Whisper’s soft finger slid the robed off Charity’s shoulder to sensually slide down the young redhead’s gorgeous young body to at her feet.

“Guards.” Ming called and two men entered the room. Charity stood there naked as the day she was born as the men entered. Ming and his guards drank in the innocent young beauty’s naked perfection, this was a scene that Whisper had often been a part of, would Ming give this innocent young lamb to the guards, sacrifice her virginity, in a curl rape, as he watched. He then turned to Whisper; “Shall it be the girl or you that goes with my Boxer Guards to amuse them?” Whisper knew well what these men would do to the innocent young virgin, she knew only too well how they would use her, and the horrors of the rape and lose of her virginity would be.

Ming knew well that Whisper would go with the guards to spare the young virgin from being raped by the guards. As Whisper was leaving Ming called “Come here Miss McGhee!”, Whisper turned to answer her Master but she saw young Charity obediently come to Ming. The Girl’s red hair, her soft blue eyes, and her gorgeous young body all so similar to Whisper’s own appearance when she was the girl’s age. Slowly the horror dawned on her. Ming Smiled wickedly at Whisper. “Is Miss Charity McGhee not beautiful?”

The guards held Whisper tightly. “Are not her breasts full and firm?” as he spoke he fondled Charity’s breasts and rolled her sweet little pale pink nipples between his finger and thumb. “So responsive just like her mother’s.” Ming smiled as his hand slipped down the sensual curves of young Charity’s delicious young body to cup her shaven pussy, shaven by Whisper in preparing the girl for Ming’s pleasure. “Such a delightful gift, Thank you.” he mocked Whisper.

The guards dragged Whisper from the chamber, forced a ball gag into her mouth, and bound her hands behind her back. Whisper was dragged to one of Ming secret viewing chambers. She saw the dragon bed, Ming then brought his little virgin in, tied Charity spread eagled to the bed, a pillow under the small of her back. Whisper was forced to watch as Ming teased and tormented young Charity’s gorgeous young body, then ripped away her virginity, and when at last he came Whisper watched as Charity was forced to suckle his cock so he could again rape the defiled little virgin again.

The guards dragged Whisper from the secret chamber and brought her to the guard room. Still with her hands bond behind her and the ball gag in place. Whisper was laid across a rough table her feet kicked apart and the first of the guards took her. When he was finished the next of many came to her. Whisper McGhee was no longer Ming’s concubine but now his Boxer guard’s whore.

 

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Guards.

Whisper held her breath. She knew these guards, knew just how brutal they could be. Charity’s first time was going to be traumatic enough - losing something that you had guarded all your life, against your will no less - and Whisper remembered all those years ago with the pirates. The one or the many?. Chi Low and the dwarf.

Shall it be the girl or you that goes with my Boxer Guards to amuse them?

Poor Charity kept her eyes down looking at the floor but she knew that the poor girl was scared. She had stood where Charity now stood often enough.

Whisper nodded her acquiescence. “I shall of course amuse your guards, Master.”

She hoped that she had supplied the young girl with all that she would need to make it through the night with Ming. She turned to go but got no further than the door when Ming called out.

Come here Miss McGhee!

Immediately she turned back but as she crossed she saw Charity too cross over to the Master. She stopped. Charity, with her hair so similar to her own. A color rarely found in this part of the world. Not green eyes but blue, like Reverend Culpepper’s. A girl the age that her own child would have been had...she...

Realization slowly dawned on her. Charity was her own child. The results of that one night used by Culpepper. Raised as an orphan in the Mission by her own father while her mother was here in this palace, forced to be Ming’s concubine. Forced to be a lover to a woman that she despised.

Charity looked at her with new eyes, full of shock and horror. Probably realizing that she was looking at her own future. She tried into move - to attack Ming, or hold Charity in her arms and explain what had happened, to protect her child from the horrors or life.

But the guards were fast, their hands like manacles around her arms. Meanwhile, as he spoke, Ming’s hand roamed over his newest possession, touching Charity’s soft skin, rolling and tweaking the young firm breast, cupping the virgin sex so newly shaven and displayed at the juncture of the young girl’s thighs.

Is Miss Charity McGhee not beautiful? Are not her breasts full and firm? So responsive just like her mother’s. Such a delightful gift, Thank you.

“No!” She screamed as the guards dragged her away. No matter how hard she struggled, they moved her as if she were merely a bug. Out in the hall as one man tied her arms behind her back, the other stuck a ball gag in her mouth, tying the thing behind her head. She was then taken to a small room, dark and close. Moving a panel, she could see that there was a design on the other side and she recognized the dragon bed.

Ming entered followed by her daughter - HER DAUGHTER (the words screamed in her head) - as he ordered Charity to lay down. The girl was scared, even Whisper could see that, yet she obeyed as Ming tied her to the four corners of the bed and slipped a small pillow under the small of her back. She was made to watch as Ming played with the young girl’s body, his own aging body truly showing his own mortality.

Forced to watch, unable to stop what was inevitable, she saw him position himself between Charity’s outstretched legs, her fresh pink flower blooming and waiting to be plucked. He thrust his manhood hard into her sex, tearing Charity’s maidenhood. As her daughter cried out, eyes closed and her back arched as she pulled against her bindings, Ming glanced over his shoulder towards where Whisper was forced to watch the rape of her own daughter. His smile was evil.

Turning back to his pleasure, he continued, slowly at first but then faster and faster until she watched as he covered her body with his as he deposited his seed deep within Charity’s womb. She was forced to watch poor Charity lick his manhood, seed mixed with her own virginal blood off of his deflated cock, before he once again lay between those outstretched legs, thighs now stained with her own blood, once again taking his new play toy.

The panel slid shut as the guards dragged her away. Eventually they ended up somewhere she had never been before. But certainly not palatial at all. Men sat around laughing and drinking. She recognized them by their dress. Boxer guards. Now was time for her to make payment. Her many for Charity’s one.

One ripped her gown from her body, cutting it where needed until she was naked. There was a rough table in the middle of the room and, still balled and gagged, she was bent over across it, her feet kicked far apart.

Without fanfare a cock was shoved up into her sex, strong fingers gripping her hips. The table squeaked and rocked as he fucked her. Finally he came and pulled out, followed by yet a new cock, a new pair of hands. After a while her hands fell asleep and seeds seeped out to run down her legs. Sometimes the hands would instead pry apart her buttocks, ramming deep in her anus. The first time hurt as it was not lubricated and she screamed, the ball gag effectively muting the sound. The guards just laughed and plowed away. She lost count of the number of men, knew not if some queued up again to deposit their seed within her anus or sex.

She wondered if she would ever be allowed to go back to her old room, her old life. She soon found out that this was her new life. The Boxer Guard’s whore. When finally they were through with her for now, she was taken to a dungeon-like cell. Inside was a straw pallet, a bucket to deficate into and a bowl for food. They untied her and removed the gag and left. The door closed and locked and she was alone in the small dark room.

Her body ached as she shuffled over to the pallet and sat, the straw hurt as it pricked her bare ass.

“Hello?” Her ears perked up at English being spoken but she was still alone in the room.

“Hello? Is someone there? Where are you?”

“In one of the other cells. Welcome to the Guard’s Whorehouse. At least that is what we call it. This is the last stop. The only way out is death.”

 

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Her body ached and the memory of what Ming had done to Charity haunted Whisper as she shuffled over to the straw pallet and sat, the straw hurt as it pricked her bare ass.

“Hello?” Whisper’s ears perked up English being spoken? No it must be her imagination for she was still alone in the dark, dank room. Yet she still called out in a weak voice; “Hello? Is someone there? Where are you?”

“I am in one of the other cells. Welcome to the Guard’s Whorehouse. At least that is what we call it. This is the last stop. The only way out is death.” The voice that answered Whisper was strained, weak, barely a raspy whisper. “When they stop coming for you, when you stop pleasing them, they stop feeding you and you are left to slowly starve.” A hacking cough stilled the disembodied voice. “ If you are young enough then you will bare their bastards until you are used up and a hag.” Again the hacking cough. “They no longer come for me.” Whisper’s fate was starkly outlined by that weak, feeble, voice, please the Guards, bear their children or die. Those were Whisper’s choices.

Whisper was sleeping curled on her straw mat when she heard a key turn in her cell door. A boxer guar stood there and motioned her to come. It was time for Whisper to earn her keep in the Guard’s whorehouse.

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Charity lay there on the bed where her virginity and innocence had been sacrificed for Ming’s pleasure. Unlike Whisper he did not simply leave after taking the girl but stayed his body possessively draped over hers. “You are mien Miss Charity McGhee, and you shall please me with your deliciously gorgeous young body.” Ming let his words sink in, there was no escape for Charity, and she belonged to him, Master Ming. “Do you understand what is required of you Miss McGhee?” Charity had been raised by Mrs. Pentecost, she had been raised always to obey.

Ming would play a new game with Charity a game of seduction. A game where he would seduce Charity to crave sex, and then later to crave pain as well. When this young innocent would perform the most base sexual acts to please her Master Ming would arrange for Whisper to witness her daughter obscene performance. Oh how he would relish Whisper’s agony and Charity’s fall from Grace.

 

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The sheets were stained with her virginal blood as she laid underneath this man, this Master that now owned her. The space between her legs was sore, reminding her that she was now, despite how virtuous she had been raised, a sinful woman. She was still tied up, naked and splayed across the bed while this man that now owned her laid possessively naked across her body.

As he spoke, his fingers played over her skin, pulling and rolling her nipples between his fingertips.

You are mien Miss Charity McGhee, and you shall please me with your deliciously gorgeous young body.

How could something like this happen? Nuns selling her to this man.

Do you understand what is required of you Miss McGhee?

She nodded. “Yes, Master.” His words made her well aware that her life was not her own. What she really wanted to do was to ponder on what she had learned about the woman that she had met yesterday. The woman was her mother. Born of a concubine to be a concubine. She had thought the woman a mystery but never realized that the mystery was her. And this woman - her mother - had seemed just as surprised as Charity herself was.

The area between her thighs was sticky with blood and seed and it ran through her mind that she might get pregnant from this. A concubine bearing a concubine bearing a future concubine? The family business.

As if on cue, her Master seemed to have found the stamina to take her again, his shaft aimed toward her sex.

*****

The voice was weak and coughed a lot as it answered her questions.

I am in one of the other cells. Welcome to the Guard’s Whorehouse. At least that is what we call it. This is the last stop. The only way out is death. When they stop coming for you, when you stop pleasing them, they stop feeding you and you are left to slowly starve. If you are young enough then you will bare their bastards until you are used up and a hag. They no longer come for me.

The woman’s voice trailed off into a coughing fit and Whisper felt a shiver run through her. This was how her end would be. Reduced from a concubine to a whore. She wondered if her family ever thought of her. Did they ever wonder what had become of their Whisper, their daughter, their cousin, their niece, their friend? Had the Reverend Culpepper ever told of how he allowed her to be taken into slavery, to be raped and branded by pirates? Did he ever tell them of how he had repeatedly raped her until he had impregnated her, or raised his own daughter to take her Mother’s place in the bed of a foreigner?

Charity’s cry out as Ming had torn through the girl’s maidenhood echoed in her head. He seemed taken by the girl, or was it the knowledge that she had been untouched and that any seed that he should plant within her womb would be his and his alone. He had known that she was there watching. Had looked straight at her as he fucked her daughter, her blood on his sword as he took her, shooting his seed into her womb.

The straw was not comfortable but it was all that she had and finally sleep came. The sound of the metal key in the lock awoke her and the door was opened by a Boxer guard. They always looked angry to her, and this man was no exception.

She got up and followed him as he led her down halls towards where she heard laughter as men’s voices called to one another in that sing song language. Goosebumps ran across her naked skin as the words spoken by the voice echoed in her head.

...when you stop pleasing them, they stop feeding you and you are left to slowly starve...

The guard opened the door and the men gave a rousing greeting to her entry into the room. She was suddenly surrounded by the guards, laughing and chattering amongst themselves as hands reached out to pinch and grope her body. A finger was shoved up her ass, several fingers did the same with her sex. One guard sucked her left breast while the right one was squeezed and pinched. To one side was a low table and one of the guards was soon missing his clothes as he laid back on top of it. They led her over, speaking gibberish but she understood their wants.

No sooner had she slipped his manhood into her sex than a hand pushed her over and another cock was shoved up her anus. There was laughter again as they began, enjoying the wet warmth of her body.

She smelled it before she saw it. The guard tapped his meaty member against her lips and she opened in compliance. Quickly he shoved it in her mouth, grabbing a handful of her hair to act as a handle. She closed her eyes, wishing she could shut out the memories. Suddenly his grip tightened and her eyes flew open at the pain. He grinned as she looked up at him, her eyes accepting the hopelessness of it all.

Her hands became used, a cock shoved into each one as the man fucking her ass gave a grunt and made his deposit before pulling out. There was a brief relief before another pair of hands grabbed her buttocks and spread them to fill her anus with his manhood.

Her day was just beginning.

 

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The unseen woman’s warning to Whisper was quite clear sexual please the guards in all things or be left to starve to death. When they came for her the little redheaded fallen Missionary knew what she had to do. Hands groped her stunning supple body; fingers explored her puckered ass, as other deviled into her pussy and mimicked a man fucking her. One of the guards lay on a table his cock in full erection, Whisper was forced to mount the man and slide his cock into her shaven pussy.

But they wanted more from this western redheaded beauty. Whisper was bent over and a guard shoved his cock deep into her unprotected ass. Her mouth was then filled with another throbbing cock yet they were not trough yet with their demands for sexual satisfaction as more cocks were thrust into her delicate hands these men used Whisper, they spilled their seed in her tight little ass and her clutching pussy. The man in her mouth pulled out suddenly and spewed his seed over her angelic face. The men that she was jacking off spewed their seed over her breasts, face and in her hair as well. They used Whisper for hours until each had had a turn fucking her delicious little pussy. Whisper knew there would be no bitter tea to save her from the possibility that she could be left carrying one of their bastards.

Whisper was left with a simple choice be their sexual play toy or die.

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And so Ming’s game began the seduction of young Charity and the corruption of innocence. His first objective was to addict this innocent young beauty to the sexual highs and pleasure of sex. Ming was a most seductive lover bring Charity such pleasure he worked to addict her to pleasure and each time she screamed out her ecstasy he was pleased. He taught the young innocenent that she could have that dark seductive pleasure as many times as she wanted, if she would use her mouth to again awaken his man hood. Slowly Ming introduced Charity to different positions; on her hands and knees, astride of him, or him driving his cock between her firm young breasts until she was suckling him.

Once he had addicted the innocent little lamb to the pleasures, of sex he slowly began to introduce her to a touch of pain to heighten the pleasure. Now the more pleasure he gave Charity the more pain he gave her as well until the young beauty craved both. It was then and only then that he took Charity to the little garden pagoda to intro duce her to his steam driven mechanical lovers that could please Charity for hours. He wanted the girl to be so addicted to sexual pain and pleasure that Charity would willingly perform the most debase sexual acts to please her Master. Then Ming would arrange for Whisper to witness her daughter obscene performance. That would be the last time that he would allow Whisper to see her daughter.

 

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The disembodied cough was silent by the next day. There was the sound of shuffling out in the corridor as the previous whore was taken out and disposed of. She never knew the poor woman’s name and realized that she was probably the only person that would grieve the woman’s passing. Would anyone grieve for her when her time came?

After several weeks it became obvious to Whisper that she was pregnant. Which, to tell the truth, did not surprise her. If she was not being fucked by every man in the guardhouse, then she was sleeping to gather her strength or eating the terrible gruel that they served. She became just a thing - something that the men used to satisfy their want for sex. No one really spoke to her, at least not in English but rather that sing sing language of their that she did not understand, so she truly felt alone.

Once a week one of the men would escort her to the river, allowing her to bathe. Of course, there was a price to pay for that, which usually meant that the man would fuck her until he could not get his manhood up even with her assistance.

Slowly the baby grew inside her, with the men laughing and joking as they would occasionally rub her belly, probably each claiming to be the cause of her condition.

One day she happened to catch sight of herself in a mirror. No longer could she really be called a beauty. Dark circles were under her eyes because of lack of sleep. Her skin no longer had a pinkish glow but instead looked sallow and despite being pregnant she appeared underweight due to her poor diet. Grey hairs were interspersed with the dull red ones and she looked older than her 38 years. And her eyes! A haunted, hopeless expression looked back at her. All those years ago, it was a totally different woman that had listened to Reverend Culpepper, watching the Magic Lantern show and dreaming of helping mankind by becoming a missionary. An excited young woman that had flown in the steam-driven airship looking down over the unfolding landscape. Or looked up at the stars overhead and imagined God watching over her.

Then with a grab of her arm and a quick shove she was pushed into the room and pushed over to the table, her ragged shift pushed up as the first of many for the day shoved his cock into her. Which hole it mattered not for eventually they would all be used, many times over. Her expanding stomach would not accommodate her so easily so she held onto the table edge, her belly hanging down as each man had a go.

It was during these times that she worried about her daughter. The one lying in the bed of Ming. Was this what the poor thing had to look forward to? She now wished that she had had the strength and foresight to kill herself when she had first arrived here. All those children that she had given birth to, the ones that she had named. Finn, Bethany, Liam, Eric, Sheba. And the others. Were they slaves forced to break their back to such cruel masters? Forced to sleep in a man’s bed and bear his children? She would have cried but her body could not spare the moisture.

It was a cold and rainy evening when she went into labor. Her water broke and she pounded on the door for help but none came. When Fat Face unlocked the door (she had given each of the guards her own private name) to feed her he found her on her mat in pain. He turn and left, not bothering to lock the door. It was obvious that she couldn’t go anywhere.

Several women arrived to help her. Not like the women before, these women did not smile and sooth her. Instead they were dirty, as if they had been working in the field. A cigarette hung between the lips of the head woman, the smoke from its red tip snaked through the air and the woman squinted as it irritated her dark left eye.

While a storm raged outside, little Sienna Jane McGhee was born. With a thin reedy cry, the baby look back at her with black eyes and straight black hair. Without another word the women left and for the first time she was left alone with her baby. She lifted Sienna to her breast and the baby sucked eagerly.

“Sienna, you are my first. The first that I get to feed.”

For all of that day, she was a mother. Cleaning Sienna the best that she could in the conditions that she lived in. Holding, kissing, cuddling, singing to her. Her heart thrilled when the baby seemed to reach out to Whisper, blowing milky bubbles and cooing.

The next day the baby was taken from her and she did not see Sienna again. She was given a tea to dry up her milk and did not have to “entertain” the guards for 7 days.

On the 8th day her old life returned. Laying on a mat, she heard the key turn in the lock as Long Cock appeared, motioning her to follow. And so it began, being sexually used and having to make them think that she enjoyed it.

Once again, she became pregnant. But this time, things were not easy. By this time her body was older and her health was not as good due to long hours being fucked by any guard that wished it and the poor quality of food. Her hair was dirty and more premature gray than the vibrant red that it had once been. She looked much older than her almost 40 years.

Sometime during her 5th month of pregnancy, she was taken to the river to bathe. It was not her normal bath day but she didn’t think long about it. She tried not to think long on anything. Best to just do.

Once she was fairly clean she was given a clean shift. It seemed so long ago since she had worn the soft silk robes. Now they were scratchy, harsh cotton shifts.

She was shown to the garden and told to kneel and wait. Thoughts flit through her mind - memories of long ago being a treasured concubine in Ming’s house.

Her hair was very long and uncombed. Once pert breast now sagged under what she wore. The shift had a bulge where yet another baby grew. Dark circles were under her eyes and obvious bruises were on her arms and legs.

Time had been a bit better to Ming. In his silk robe and slippers, he still looked like the man that she had once known, though a bit older, whereas Whisper looked nothing like the beauty that she had once been.

Showing his distaste for being even in the same garden with her, he had her follow him into that garden house that she knew so well. She was made to sit in a little room, hidden away from curious eyes, where she could see the steam sex machines where she had spent so much time.

Her world shattered as for the rest of the day she had to watch her own daughter perform all kinds of perversion using the machines. On the few time when he could get an erection, Ming participated with glee, glancing over often at where he knew that Whisper was. She knew then that eventually Charity was destined to follow her mother’s footsteps.

And what of the child that she carried? A girl or a boy, he or she would have a hard life, treated as a slave.

That was the last time that she saw either Ming or her daughter. Back she went to the guardhouse as the guard’s whore, trying to survive. On her back, on all fours, however they wanted it.

It was still dark when she went into labor. She cried for the guards but they ignored cries and screams unless they were causing it.

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Ling Po had an itch. The only thing that would get rid of that itch was to fuck the bitch. He would be glad when she had that kid. He longed to fuck her hard over the yellow chair in the room but she couldn’t do it with her belly full of baby. It could even be his baby.

Unlocking the door, he called out in Chinese as he opened it. “Get up bitch. My cock has an itch to be quenched.”

It was obvious that the whore was dead. Baby must have come in the night. It lay dead between her legs - the cord wrapped around its neck and still attached to its mother. A boy.

Walking off to get help to clean up the remains, he left the door open. She wasn’t going anywhere.

*****

Whisper stood looking at herself. Dead. The baby too. She grieved for the loss of life in one so young, though it must be God’s will. At least he had been saved from the hell that her other children were living. She looked at the baby in her arms. She was his mother. Forever.

*****

They cleaned the room. Eventually it was filled again - another whore for the guards. Another hole to fill. Yet women put in that room usually asked to be moved to a different cell. The subsequent women claimed to hear a woman screaming in pain or a baby crying, though there was never any babies in that area of the guardhouse or the cells at that time.

One morning Ming awoke, opening his eyes. Whisper stood at the foot of his bed, a baby in her arms. She was beautiful, young and vibrant as the first day that he laid eyes on her. For a moment he forgot that she had died several years earlier. In childbirth said the report, along with the baby boy that she carried. He wondered if that was the baby in her arms. Yet here she stood before him, silent.

And then she was gone.

Ming was found dead in his bed, the carved dragon keeping mute over what it had witnessed.



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We come to the end of our story. We hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it.

Hopefully you will be sure to check out the other stories that craven and I are writing with other writers.

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Sesame