The Silken Dragon

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The golden slave collar encircled Whisper’s neck a shimmering declaration that she was another’s property, and the shame that she was the sexual concubine of a Chinese master as she was dressed not as a European lady but as she what she was, the play toy of a barbarian Master. The ornate Black silk gown’s skirt parted as she walked exposing her pale alabaster leg to the thigh as she climbed to the castle on the hill. Before stood a large building attached to a high ornate wall. The guard towers had roofs that were ornately decorated with their roof corners delicately curled up. It was what one would imagine a Chinese castle was.

Whisper entered through a round ornate gate and into a courtyard where men and women where gathered clustered in little groups. As whisper McGhee’s cavalcade entered the cool confines of the courtyard all eyes turned as the tawny copper haired beauty entered. Their eyes seemed devour Whisper, mentally stripping the young western beauty as she walked to the center of the courtyard where her master stood.

Chi Low watched as Whisper made her way across the courtyard. He was impressed by the natural, fluid, grace of the western beauty. He was pleased that people were pointing towards the young beauty and excitedly talking together. Whisper stood before Chic Low and he simply pointed to the ground for her to kneel in submission to his will. The young beauty could not know that in a matter of moments that Chi would place her on the auction block, her youth, beauty, and the forbidden pleasure of owning this delicate foreign she devil was a rare opportunity which only the wealthiest merchant or Mandarin could afford.

Chi Low held his hand out to Whisper, raised her to her feet, and lead her to the auction block.

 

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The guard had stayed with her while Chi Low had walked ahead. The giant gates had opened and from outside the gate she could see a courtyard full of people. From what she could see, they all seemed to acknowledge the man that had taken her, and she wondered if he really was someone important. It was frustrating to not understand their language.

Suddenly the guard said something - she took it for Go!, and so she did. All conversations seemed to stop and she felt every eye on her. She had only time to run a brush through her hair on the ship and the morning sun seemed to catch on the coppery locks as her hair gleamed in the sunlight. There was a soft whisper as the silk robe brushed against her legs with each step. Black silk would part, then meet, then part, each time revealing long shapely legs and milky thighs.

She had no idea that the gold collar loudly proclaimed her status as a slave, or that every person there knew by her dress that she was not only a slave, but a sexual slave.

She overheard no words of English, just various words of that singsong language. In fact, her inexperienced ear could not differentiate between the various Asian languages as one sounded like another.

Her Master stood on a platform in the center of the courtyard and once she was before him, he pointed to the ground. She understood the implied order. KNEEL

She did as commanded. This was a new world for her and she dared not disobey. After a moment, he took her hand and led her up to the platform where he stood. For a moment, his hand stroked her cheek and she saw a curious look in his eyes before he smiled.

There was a slightly raised pedestal on the platform where he stood, like a smaller raised platform with one small step, and he helped up until she stood on this.

He began speaking to the people in the courtyard, again in his foreign tongue. Everyone seemed to step closer, listening to Chi Low. Not knowing what was being said, she glanced around at the crowd. All were either listening to the man, or staring at her.

A second sense seemed to register to her as her stomach began to tighten in anticipation of something happening.

 

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Whisper had demurely obeyed every order that Chi Low had given her, weather spoken or implied by a stern glance from the man who had defiled her, and had claimed her precious virginity. She had kept her eyes down cast as she knelt before Chi Low. When he extended hand to her, Whisper had risen with a sensual natural grace that caused an appreciative mummer from the gathered crowd. There was no denying that sensual grace as Chic low brought her the little pedestal on the raised platform where he stood. Two guards had followed and stood just behind Whisper.

Chi low then called out to those gathered and in his own language declared, “What am I offered for this gorgeous western beauty” there were several bids from the on lookers but nothing to approach what Miss Whisper McGee would bring on the white slave market. Chi continued, “Her hair is like molten copper, her skin as pale as the finest alabaster, and smooth and flawless.”

For the first time Chi Low turned to Whisper and in his broken English told the stunning beauty to undo the button at her throat and let her gown fall open. The guards behind Whisper took a step forward and there was no doubt that they would compel the young tawny copper headed beauty to comply if she did not obey her master.

 

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As Chi Low spoke to the crowd, from time to time someone in the crowd would shout out to her owner. Back and forth they would talk. She wished that she knew just what was being said. It felt as if everyone was looking at her, maybe talking about her.

After several minutes, Chi Low turned to her, speaking in broken English. His instructions were for her to unbutton the button at the throat of her gown. As the black silk wrap had only one other button that was at the waist, to do so would mean that the gown could easily fall open from the waist up.

Whisper’s eyes grew wide in the sudden dawning of comprehension. He was selling her! Selling her! And...and these people were bidding on her!

She took a step back in shock, bumping into the guards that seemed to suddenly be closer. She turned around and found herself facing two angry-looking men.

Turning back around, she again faced Chi Low. The man had not moved and merely raised an eyebrow as if waiting for her to comply.

There was nothing that she could do. No hope. Nothing. All was truly lost.

Staring straight ahead, her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the button at her neckline. A sudden gust of wind suddenly blew, lifting the bodice of her robe. The black silk folded over to make a deep “V” opening between her breast.

Though her actual breast were still covered, the uncovered décolletage revealed the gentle swells of her breast. In shame, she blushed at being once again exposed to the crowd.

 

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The reality of what was really happening to Whisper came slowly to the naive young western beauty When Chi low had commanded her to undo the button at her throat. Whisper knew well what that simple act would do, though she could not understand what was said it was obvious by the actions of the crowd, there pointing fingers that Chi low was selling her as if she were just a piece of property.

The pirate smiled when that knowledge flashed in Whisper’s stunning emerald green eyes and took a step backwards as if to say you cannot do this, but her guards were there to prevent Whisper from fleeing and no doubt compel her obedience. Chic so her trembling fingers go to the button at her throat, Whispers cheeks were crimson as the button parted. An errant gust of wind suddenly blew, lifting the bodice of her robe. The black silk folded over to make a deep “V” opening between her breast. The deep “V” of the gown showed the seductive curve of Whisper’s breasts.

The bids to posses Whisper grew as she blushed scarlet. When the bidding slackened Chic Low placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders, slowly tantalizing he began to ease the black silken gown over Whisper’s shoulders. Though she could not understand what he said it was clear that he was describing how flawless her pale alabaster skin was. He said some thin and there was a burst of laughter and once again the bid for her rose. Every time the bidding slacked Chic would lower the gown a little lower. It know barely covered her firm young breasts. It was then that he pulled the garment all the way down to her waist, the sleeve imprisoning Whispers hands so she could not even lift them to cover her now nakedly exposed breasts.

Chic invited a man up on to the platform. He grabbed Whisper’s chin and turned her head this way and that. His hands slipped down to her breasts, he cupped them, and examined their firmness, his thumbs Massaged The hapless girls little pink nipples as the man gauged how responsive her gorgeous young body was. He gave a satisfied grunt and made Chi and offer. Chic shook his head “NO” and the biding continued.

Not satisfied that the proud little missionary had not been humiliated enough he turned to Whisper and told her to remove her gown. The two Guards smile anxious to get their hands on the gorgeous young creature if she did not obey.

 

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After a few minutes, Chi Low placed his hands upon her shoulders. As always, his look to her was unreadable but she knew better than to complain or even resist. Each time he spoke, the bodice of her gown would lower, showing more her white skin. The blush of her skin grew more obvious as the events careened towards their horrible conclusion.

Che Low said something and the crowd laughed. Though she knew not what was said by Chi Low or the assembled, she suspected that what they called out were bids for her body. She fought not to shake as suddenly the entire bodice of the black robe fell down, draped around her waist and held there by the button. So much weight for such a small closure.

Her arms, even her hands now imprisoned by the black silk, Chi Low turned to reveal poor Whisper, naked from the waist up before the assembled. Back and forth the shouting went.

Suddenly he invited a man to come up to examine her. The stranger had a big round head and close eyes as he grabbed her chin and turned her head back and forth.

She halfway expected the man to check her teeth. His hand dropped down and took hold of her left breast, hefting it as if guessing its weight. He did the same with her right breast and she fought an urge not to scream and try to run. He ran his thumbs across her nipples several times, she knew not why. All she knew was once again he was being slowly stripped of her clothes, of her dignity, in front of strangers, by strangers.

The two talked for a moment before Chi Low shook his head and the man returned to the crowd.

Once again, Chi Low turned to her, his voice low as he ordered her to unbutton that last button. She started to lift the bodice, to least try and gain some dignity but one look from the man told her that that would not be allowed.

Tears filled her emerald eyes, threatening to spill over. They made her eyes seem like liquid emeralds as she made an effort to remove herself from what was happening to her. Long slender fingers slid up to her waist, pausing on the bottom as if it was a lifeline. She said a silent prayer to God to please forgive this transgression that she must do.

With a silky sigh the black robe slid down her body to puddle at her feet, as if the garment loathed to leave her body unclothed. She stood staring off into the horizon, wishing she was a bird on the breeze.

Slowly a tear finally found its way free, tracing a course down her pale cheek until it reached her chin. It clung bravely for a moment before it fell off and splashed on her breast.

 

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Not satisfied that the proud little missionary had not been humiliated enough he turned to Whisper and told her to remove her gown. The two Guards smile anxious to get their hands on the gorgeous young creature if she did not obey.

Chi Low watched as tears filled little missionary stunning emerald green eyes, and threatened to spill over. Those tear simmering eye made Whisper’s eyes seem like liquid emeralds. Chic watched as Whisper eyes stared off over the heads of the crowd that bid to possess her. Her delicate fingers slid up to her waist, pausing on the bottom that held the rest of her gown in place as, it was her lifeline, the last shred of modesty left to her. The young western beauty’s lips moved as if in silent prayer to her God. Whisper undid the button that held her gown’s shirt closed.

With a silky whisper the black gown slid down Whisper’s gorgeous young body, down the long sculptured columns of her legs to puddle around her dainty feet, as if the garment. Whisper stood staring off into the horizon, as the crowd of bidders gasp as they beheld the young girl’s naked perfection.

Slowly a tear finally a tear trickled down her flawless cheek, tracing a course down the perfection of her blushing cheek until it reached her chin. It clung there for a moment before it fell off and splashed on her breast. The bidding for Whisper was spirited, but as the price for her rose, bidders dropped out one by one until there were just two. One was an elderly woman garishly dressed and there was no doubt that she was the mistress of a house of ill repute, a brothel, and she desired Whisper as her newest whore. The other was an older man and he was dressed as an Official of the Empress of the Peacock throne. The woman made a bid that caused the crowd to gasp and then the man appeared to double that bid. The woman was furious that she had been out bid. She turned her back and stormed off. Chi Low was pleased with the bid for Whisper. He repeated the bid three times clapping his hands each time, as if to see if anyone would advance the bid for the little western missionary. Finally he clapped his hands one more time.

Miss Whisper McGhee, naïve little missionary that was bound for the mission at Lu Ta, was sold, and would now serve a Chinese Master as his sexual Concubine. The man approached Whisper where she stood naked on the auction block. He tossed a purse of coins to Chic Low. Chic bowed leaving Whisper standing there before the barbarian who had just bought her. There was a tall man; his hair was jet black with a touch of silver at the temples. His silken gown hid his figure so that all that Whisper knew of his build was that he was not obscenely fat. The center of his lips was painted with rouge, as was the custom of the ruling Mandarins, and he wore exaggerated silver fingernails as well. His eyes were remarkable, they were dark as midnight, and one could become lost in their soulless depth.

Whisper’s new Master lifted her chin with a single finger, balanced her chin on an ornate silver fingernail forcing Whisper to meet his dark piercing gaze. As he held the young girl’s gaze he flicked her nipple with one of his fingernail, then he let her chin drop. He clapped his hands and an imperial guard came to its summons. He spoke to the man, in that same sing song language that was nothing but gibberish to Whisper and then her new Master was gone.

Whisper was led into the palace by the guard and into a small ornate room. The man pointed to a pillow on the floor and motioned Whisper to kneel. He waited for the young girl to do as he had indicated. Whisper was left there to await her new Master.

 

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From the moment that she dropped the robe to stand naked before the barbarians there to bid on the body of another, Whisper blocked out the sounds that would tell her future. She heard not that call of Chi Low as he must have repeated told of her deflowering the night before, or that she was a missionary so early captured and forced down the path to hell. She knew not what the man said.

Instead she watched what appeared to be an eagle as it soared in wind gusts. It flew high, dipping and climbing and tracing lazy patterns across the clear blue sky.

She was quickly brought back down to earth by the clap of a hand. At first she feared that she was being called to task for not paying attention. But she had so wished her freedom, like that bird that flew off in the distance.

The second clap made her heart beat faster. The crowd was strangely quiet and Whisper feared that her future was about to be revealed to her. Apprehensive eyes scanned the crowd yet she could tell nothing. Every eye that looked at her seemed to hold the same look - a desire to own her and to do unspeakable things to her.

The third clap. Still nothing. Yet she feared what was next. There was a final clap and apparently it was all over.

A tall man moved towards the platform, tossing a silken bag with apparently her 30 pieces of silver to Chi Low. And with that Whisper McGee faced her new owner. He was tall with hair that was black with a distinguished accents of silver at his temples. What was strange was what appeared to be rouged in the center of his lips. And he had silver fingernails as well. It all almost gave him the look of some strange doll.

She was afraid to look too close at him, yet was forced to do so when the man used a silver fingernail to lift her chin. The darkest eyes she had ever seen captured her emerald gaze, pulling her into their depths. She felt trapped, unable to move.

Yet the moment was broken when he flicked her nipple with his fingernail, allowing her gaze to drop. Then he clapped his hands and new guards appeared, standing at attention and awaiting his orders. She knew not what the man said. The man. Her new owner. Those words scared her.

It surprised her when he turned and left her, as if he had lost interest. Maybe she would be left alone, forgotten. Still naked, the black robe left on the platform, these new guards urged her onward, taking her into this strange palace. She saw no one, other than these guards.

Inside, the palace was surprisingly spartan, plain for a palace. And quiet. Down halls and rooms until they reached a smaller, somewhat ornate room. In the center was a pillow and the guards spoke their singsong gibberish and pointed to the pillow. They showed her that she was to kneel on the pillow before stepping back. Did they expect her to run? Where? She had no clothes. No shoes. She knew not where she was. Run to be caught by pirates again?

She knelt and waited.

 

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Whisper knelt on the little pillow with her eyes demurely downcast guarded by the silent sentinel behind her. How long she kneeled their the young western beauty would never know, yet after what seemed an eternity the robed figure of her new owner entered. At his entry the guard silently left leaving Whisper and the man who had bought her alone.

Ming slowly circle the naked kneeling beauty, inspecting her from every angle, before holding out a hand to her to stand. When Whisper was standing he brought her hands to the nape of her neck, and adjusted her elbows so that they pointed out from her body, and then lifted her chin so that he could clearly see her angelic face. The position trust Whisper’s breasts up and out as if in an offering to him. Ming had not said a single word to the chaste western beauty. He knew that she had been a virgin but a day ago, that she had been with only one man, the pirate Chi Low.
Again he slowly circled Whisper. Ming let his finger tips sensual trail across Whisper’s flawless alabaster skin as he savored its smooth, supple, silkiness. His fingertips trailed across the rounded curves of Whispers ass, he toyed with the little pale pink rosebud nipples of her breasts as if gauging how responsive her young body was. They trailed down across her abdomen, felt the smoothness of her shave pussy and then traced the contours of Chi Low’s mark before his finger slipped into Whisper’s chaste young body.

“What do they call you girl?”

It was the first time that Ming had spoken and to Whisper’s surprise his English was nearly perfect and if anything was tinged with an Oxford accent. Ming slowly began to work his finger in and out of Whisper’s pussy .n a parody of the was Chi low had Fucked her when he claimed her virginity. As Min Continued to finger fuck his latest purchase he calmly asked. “What brings you to China.”

 

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She was nervous, on edge. Partly from once again being naked before strangers, as if she was nothing and had no feelings. And partly because she was again ‘owned’ by yet another human. And owned to be a sex slave.

The wait seemed to go on forever. There seemed to be no sound save her own breathing. Even the guard behind her seemed usually quiet.

With her head bowed, her hair formed a copper curtain, offering her mind some semblance of privacy. She thought back to childhood days of innocence surrounded by loving family. Of school days and young adulthood as she dreamed of maybe being a missionary. Of how she had watched the magic lantern and dreamed of exotic lands.

She gave a little flinch when she heard him enter and the guard leave. Afraid to look up, she stayed still on her little pillow, aware of the man as he walked around her.

His hand held out before her eyes was a clear indication. She took it and stood turning to face him. He had changed robes but it was the same man.

He placed her hands behind her neck and brought her elbows back so that her firm breast seemed to thrust out, quietly telling her what to do. Immediately Whisper colored, embarrassed. His finger under her chin lift her eyes so that she now looked into his. Their darkness was totally unreadable.

Once again the man walked around her, this time slower. This time feeling her as he went. Fingers trailing down her side, along the curve of her waist. The curve of her buttock, up her spine, under a full breast. Fingers worried with her nipple until their pink tips began to point in hardness. Down along her flat abdomen to where Chi Low had had the dwarf shave her before leaving some kind of mark. Before he had let the little man have her. His fingers seemed to find the mark before he slipped a finger into her sex.

She quickly inhaled, a look of fear flitted across her face before it was gone.

What do they call you girl?

She was surprised. The man spoke English, culture English, not that broken stuff that Chi Low has sung to her. Though it was somewhat hard to concentrate as the man’s finger continued to pump in and out of her sex as she spoke, even while he spoke.

“Whisper, s-s-sir. Whisper McGee.”

She could feel a quickening in her abdomen and heard the sound his finger made, a soft squelching sound as he calmly stood there as if what he did was a perfectly natural thing. Embarrassed, Whisper blushed as he methodically pumped his finger in and out, in and out, in and out.

What brings you to China.

“I-I-I was brought to...China by Reverend Cullpepper to be a missionary...at the M-M-Mission...at Lui Tai, s-s-sir.”

She was finding it hard to concentrate and her voice was soft and hesitant. Her body seemed to betray her, her heart quickening and her breath jerky in her lungs. This unnatural pose was embarrassing, as if thrusting her breast in his face. And they were starting to ache in a way, as if getting heavy because of what this man was doing.

Concentration was difficult in the face of this and she unconsciously bit her lip.

 

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Ming walked around her, this time slower. This time felt her sensually, seductively as he went. Fingers teasingly trailing down her side, along the curve of her waist. Then curve of her buttock, up her spine, under a full breast. His fingers toyed with the young western beauty’s nipples until their pink tips began to point in hardness and her areolas were dusky pink puffy little pillows. Down along her flat abdomen, Ming savored the smooth before he had let the little man have her. His fingers felt of her freshly shave Mons then he casually slipped a finger into her pussy.
What do they call you girl?

“Whisper, s-s-sir. Whisper McGee.” Whisper quickly inhaled, as he continued to work his finger in and out of her hot little pussy. Ming saw the fleeting look of fear flitted across the girl’s angelic; it was gone almost as quickly as it had been there.

What brings you to China?

“I-I-I was brought to...China by Reverend Cullpepper to be a missionary...at the M-M-Mission...at Lui Tai, s-s-sir.” Whisper had gasped and stammered her answer. Ming could now smell that sweet musky fragrance of Whisper’s growing arousal as he continue to fuck her delicious little pussy with his finger.

“Did we ask you to come to China Miss McGhee?” As Ming spoke his Ming’s head lowered to Whisper’s left breast and his tongue lazily circled Whisper’s puffy dusky pink areola, his tongue flicked at the pebble hard point of Whisper’s nipple. Ming was pleased with the way the girl’s gorgeous young body was responding to his touch.

“Did Chi Low feast on your sweet innocence Miss McGhee?”

Before Whisper could answer Ming inhaled her hard little nipple, he griped it between his teeth, he seductively suckled it until the young girl was gasping and mewing despite herself. It was then as Whisper found herself once more tittering on the edge of the abyss that Ming inhaled deeply drawing a cool stream of air of Whisper’s taunt pale pink rosebud nipple.

Ming drew back his hot moist breath washed over Whisper’s heaving breast. He then turned his attention to the young girl’s neglected nipple. When Whisper was shivering Ming slowly let her nipple “pop” obscenely from his mouth. Kisses as soft as the caress of a butter fly’s wing floated down over Whisper’s quivering abdomen. Ming boldly kissed her freshly shaven pussy, his tongue fluttered over Whisper’s throbbing clit. Then he was standing before her as she panted and tried to catch her breath.

“Recline Miss McGhee, your hands behind the nape of your neck, with your legs spread wide apart, your feet flat on the floor and your legs spread as wide as you can.”

 

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Did we ask you to come to China Miss McGhee?

Before she could answer, the man leaned in and ran his tongue around her left breast to circle her nipple. As if to tease, he then flickered his tongue against the hardened tip and she gave a little gasp. It was hard to stay still, to keep her hands clasped behind her neck. Yet she dared not remove them despite how difficult it was to stay still.

She really didn’t know if she could answer though she suspected that the answer would be no. Yet through her cloudy confusion came another question.

Did Chi Low feast on your sweet innocence Miss McGhee?

There was no time to answer. His mouth was doing incredible things to her breast, sucking on the puffy thing till she could only make some kind of noise the likes of which she had never heard coming from her. It seemed a decadent sound, one of need and desire.

Suddenly he blew cold air upon that needy nipple and she shivered, breathless at what this man was doing. Just as suddenly he was doing the same thing to her right breast. Chi Low had never done anything like this to her. Had never been this gentle. Chi Low’s actions had seemed like punishment. Punishment for who she was.

Her knees felt weak and her breath seemed to come out in shuddering gasps but soon he let her nipple come out of his mouth with a sound that was loud in the small room. His lips left kissed down her abdomen, so soft as to almost not be felt before he reached that area so freshly shaven just last night. It felt more sensitive than usual and her eyes blinked as she fought to keep control of herself. She felt his tongue flicker across her sex and her breath came out in shaky gasps.

Standing again, the man gave her a command that causes her stomach to flutter.

Recline Miss McGhee, your hands behind the nape of your neck, with your legs spread wide apart, your feet flat on the floor and your legs spread as wide as you can.

She knew better than to disobey. Besides she had already lost that that she held most dear. She knew that she had been sold to this man as a sex slave - of that there was no question.

Whisper had always been agile and graceful. She had no problem in following his directions. There was an assumption on her part that he meant her to keep her hands behind her neck while getting on the floor so she did so. Gracefully she sank to the floor, hands still on the back of her neck, elbow still out. Once seated on the floor, she slowly lay back till she was flat in the floor.

Spreading her legs as far as possible, she slowly bent the right knee till her foot was flat on the floor, her heel near her buttocks. Then she proceeded to do the same thing with the left leg until she was in the position that her had ordered.

She felt so open and exposed, like some prostitute awaiting an evening of sin and licentious behavior. A fallen woman. She looked up at him, unsure of what to expect.

 

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Ming watched as Whisper delicious young body betrayed her as he inspected her supple young body. He loved how easily this young western beauty became aroused. The question was how obedient she was.

Recline Miss McGhee, your hands behind the nape of your neck, with your legs spread wide apart, your feet flat on the floor and your legs spread as wide as you can.”

There was only a moment’s hesitation before Whisper sank gracefully to her knees and then sensually reclined. Ming was impressed by the natural fluid grace of the tawny copper haired beauty as she obeyed his command. This winsome creature had even managed to keep her hands at the nape of her neck and elbows out. Whisper lay prostrate at her new Master’s feet, her feet flat on the floor and her knees spread wide apart. Whisper’s sweet little pussy blossomed her labia spread and her clit clearly visible.

Ming loved the maidenly blush that kissed the young girl’s cheeks, as she lay so exposed to him. Then came his next command, “Massage and caress your breasts and nipples Miss McGhee.” Ming knew he was pressing the young missionary. He waited for her to obey his command before he issued his next command for the hapless young beauty.”Pleasure yourself with your right hand, as you tease and excite your nipples with your left hand.”

Ming was pressing Whisper hard, having her defile herself for his pleasure, and abandoning everything she had been taught about what was right and wrong. Her life as a prim and proper young lady in polite society was in the past for now she was owned and the sexual concubine of this man that towered over her as she lay at his feet.

 

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His eyes seemed to see her, every part of her exposed to his gaze. She could not help the blush that slowly colored her her cheeks, the rose color gradually traveling down her body.

Massage and caress your breasts and nipples Miss McGhee.

She could not understand exact why these men seemed to have a fascination in making her play with her own body. First Chi Low, and now this man. Though, if he had her doing such a sinful act as self gratification, then he himself would not be using her body.

Still, what he had ordered her to do was a sinful act and she hesitated for a moment before doing as he had ordered. There was no thought behind what she did as she had not quite associated this with a pleasure. At least not yet.

Impassioned fingers massaged and caressed her breast as she stared up at the ceiling.

Pleasure yourself with your right hand, as you tease and excite your nipples with your left hand.

She really did not want to touch down there and again she hesitated before complying with his orders. It was best that she did not make this man mad - she knew not what punishment he might enact.

Her eyes stayed focused on the ceiling, attempting to remove herself from what she was doing. It was somewhat surprising to find herself already quite wet in her sex until she remembered that only a few minutes earlier the man’s finger had been busy playing in that same area.

These people, the Chinese, seemed to have a preoccupation with sex as there had been a large number of people that had been there at the auction. She was totally unaware that the same such types of sexual slaves might exist back home. Naive. And she knew that the word ‘concubine’ was in the Bible, though any study of the term in seminary school had been glossed quickly over with very little definition. She had been led to believe that a concubine had been used in olden days as a substitute for a woman unable to bear children. Or did she have the wrong definition?

All of this ran through her head as she felt her fingers slip around in her wet sex. She still could hot look at the man, ashamed and embarrassed by what he was having her do, and because her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She felt her heart quicken and she panted.

This was all so wrong. The very fact that she was here was wrong. Yet, she had no say. And it was certain that she could never return home. Polite society would shun her. Her own family would be appalled at what had happened to her. If she should return, a life of prostitution would be the only avenue open to her.

For all she knew, she could already be with child. The prospect shamed and frightened her. There was a loud, wet noise in the room and Whisper knew the reason why, blushing deeper.

 

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She was shy, hesitant, and blushed so adorably as if she were a virgin maiden. Ming was well pleased with his latest acquisition, and the fact that she was a western beauty and missionary which until recently had been forbidden made his acquisition of the little redheaded beauty all the more delicious. Ming watched as Whisper reluctantly followed each of his commands, if a bit hesitantly.

The tawny copper haired beauty stared at the ceiling as if to distance herself from the sinful act she was forced to commit, and yet that detachment only let her gorgeous young body betray her. Ming could see her life force madly pulsating just below the surface of her smooth alabaster skin where her neck and shoulder met as her heart beat quicken and she began to pant and mew as her arousal grew. Ming was pleased at how quickly Whisper became aroused at her own touch. Her nipples stood out taunt, hard little peaks, and her areolas puffy dusky pink pillows.

Ming could see in her emerald green eyes that this was all so wrong, a terrible evil sin, yet her delicate fingers made a loud, wet noise in the stillness of the room and Whisper blushed deeply as knew the reason why. Ming smiled as he watched the gorgeous young western beauty’s supple body betray her as she tittered on the brink of that dark sinful ecstasy. It was then that he merely said, “You may stop now Miss McGhee.”There was a dark note of command in his voice.

Ming clothed his cruelty with a mild manner he reached out a hand to Whisper. “Come girl!” He drew Whisper to her feet knowing that her supple young body yearned for sexual relief. He led that naked beauty from that bare room out into a guardian and then across to a little pagoda. The light in the building was subdued, as he led Whisper to a seat. “Sit down Miss McGhee.” The only way for whisper to sit was to straddle the strange bench. When she had Ming bound her trim little ankles in leather bounds and placed her delicate wrist in iron manacles.

“Miss McGhee pleasure can become pain and pain pleasure.” Ming voice was even, even pleasant as he spoke. He pulled a lever; there was a hiss of steam, and a low rumble of machinery. Whisper could feel something hard and cold pressing to the coral lips of her labia. It pressed up into her pussy, then drew back, again it pressed up into her chaste young body, deeper this time, warmer than before. Slowly her mechanical lover pushed deeper and deeper into her.

“Miss McGhee your mechanical lover will never tier. It will bring you unimagined pleasure, a pleasure so deep so relentless it will become the most delicious pain.” Ming smiled as he watched the start of Whisper’s delicious torment.

 

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You may stop now Miss McGhee.

His voice had a surprisingly rich note to it, but one that brooked no hesitation on her part. Almost as if there was evil behind kindness, cruelty behind gentleness. Nothing that she could put her finger on.

Nevertheless she was glad to be told to cease such a deviant action. He had stopped her too soon it felt like, with a tightly wound spring almost vibrating as it tried to relax.

Come girl!

His hand was warm as fingers wrapped around her small hand. He did not look at her but instead led her out of the room. Once again the maze of quiet halls he took her through. Was he taking her to her new room? Or was he taking her to his bedroom where he would take her body as Chi Low had taken her innocence just a day earlier.

Suddenly they were outside in a courtyard with flowers along a walkway. She still wore no clothes as the sunshine seemed to light up her body and make it glow. Her bare feet padded along the walkway. She still saw no other person save the man who held her hand. She did not even know his name.

A small octagonal-shaped building seemed to be their destination, its funny roof with its upturned corners drew her attention as the entered. The room was shady with a touch cool and her nipples tightened and puckered in the air. In the small room, all she saw was an oddly, shaped bench.

Sit down Miss McGhee.

There was no ladylike way to sit on the bench. She paused for only the briefest of moments before spreading her legs as if riding a horse like a man. To do so exposed her sex in such a naught way and her blush deepened.

She couldn’t help how her heart began to beat faster when the man proceeded to buckle leather straps around each ankle. There was now no way for her to stand or even get up off the bench. Her eyes widened in fear.

Oh so gently he took her left arm and lifted it above her head. There was a clinking sound and looking up were a pair of leather straps with buckles on them. To her horror, there were leather straps attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. She watched quietly as the man strapped first her left wrist and then her right wrist into the leather bindings.

What kind of torture was this man planning on doing to her? Fear clutched at her. Now she could not stand and run if she wanted to, nor even try to protect herself.

Miss McGhee pleasure can become pain and pain pleasure.

She did not understand him. As far as she knew, pleasure and pain were two separate things.

There was the sound of something mechanical, of gears grating and the hiss of a great beast being awaken as she felt a rumbling under the strange bench that she sat on. The way that she was strapped left no room for her to move.

Suddenly something pressed against her sex, something hard and cold and metallic. Gasping , whatever it was seemed to press itself into up into her sex. She tried to lift herself away from it but such action was impossible. Then whatever it was pulled out before pressing deeper into her. Deeper this time and a bit warmer. She gasped again.

Miss McGhee your mechanical lover will never tier. It will bring you unimagined pleasure, a pleasure so deep so relentless it will become the most delicious pain.

Again it entered her, her lips “O”ed and whatever machine this was, this “mechanical lover”seemed to set up a rhythm as it raped her. She could hear the squelch of her sex as once again her body began to betray her. The metal thing seemed to heat up each time that it entered her sex, pressing deeper again and again.

She couldn’t help but whimper as the machine pressed on, a hiss of steam filling the room. She tried to arch her back in an attempt to get away but it was impossible. Her hips ever so slightly began to move against her will, as if they alone knew a secret.

Miss McGhee pleasure can become pain and pain pleasure.

She feared that she was about to find out exactly what this man meant. She tried to move, yet nothing had changed. It was impossible to lift her body up or pull herself to safety. Her sex seemed accepting if not welcoming.

And then a shiver ran through her, her heading falling back as she gulped to catch her breath. Yet onward the machine pressed as she started to come down only to be pushed up that hill again by a machine that did not seem to tire.

Once again she whimpered, unable to see the thing pressing into her sex, unable to stop it. Soon a sheen covered her body and then in a belch of steam, she began to shiver and pray for God to deliver her. But she knew that it was hopeless. God had abandoned her.

 

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Such an obedient little Lamb Ming thought as Whisper made no effort was so ever in resting him as he strapped to the steam driven dildo. She looked so innocent so eager to please her new Master for the gentleness that he had shown to her so far. What Whisper did not know there was a cruelty in that gentleness. Ming loved the way the little redhead’s moist ripe lips “O”ed and the little gasp that escaped them as Whisper’s mechanical lover entered her tight little pussy. Again Whisper gave a little whimpering gasp as this time the machine drove the Dildo deeper into her chaste young body.

Ming was delighted at the way Whisper fought her fate while her body surrendered to her unrelenting lover. He smiled as her hips, as if they had a mind of their own, began to grind down on the thrusting dildo. Her back arched as much as Whisper could and allowed that mechanical beast greater entry into her defiled young body. Whisper screamed out her first soul searing orgasm, her head hung in shame, as her maidenly bush deepened to scarlet.

Yet still her steam driven lover pressed on wring orgasm, after orgasm from the bound young beauty’s delicious young body. Whisper’s body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and seemed to glow so seductively. Her tawny copper hair was in wild disarray, a wild fiery halo for her sweat stained angelic face. Ming watched as that excusive pleasure that the machine brought to her turned in to something else. It was pain but then it was not. Confusion showed on the young girl’s face for each time she came the pleasure was unbelievable more intense then the last time and yet as she came down from her latest high, there was an aching pain in her stretched and abused pussy, then unimagined pleasure as she screamed out her ecstasy again.

Whisper McGhee was spent and exhausted her mind numbed, her gorgeous young body humming with fulfillment and need at the same time. There was a great his of steam, then all was quiet, her mechanical lover stilled. Ming pressed his lips to Whisper’s parched lips and simply asked ,More….

 

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As each high forced from her by the steam-driven “lover” was met by a crash to new depths followed quickly by yet another greater high, poor Whisper’s body and mind were in a turmoil. This was wrong! All so wrong! Yet she had no say in this!

Her sex was sore, feeling stretched beyond all limits. She panted trying to catch her breath. Her skin seemed covered in a fine mist and her hair clung to the nape of her neck. Unaware of the picture she made with her copper halo, like a fallen angel, the room seemed hot and yet her torturer stood there the entire time, apparently unfazed by the heat of the steam or by what he was doing to her. He still wore that same silk robe and his gaze had shown neither pleasure nor discomfort, as if he watched a small bug before killing it.

As finally the machine quietened and the small room seemed unnaturally silent, Whisper collapsed backward, the bonds keeping her in that upright position. She could not see the bench beneath where she sat, could not see how it was slick with her spendings. The inside of her thighs did feel sticky but her mind could not, would not accept just what that stuff might be.

Now she was beginning to understand what he meant by pleasure in pain and pain in pleasure. What kind of warped soul had purchased her?

Closing her eyes, she tried to catch her breath, praying that the worst was over. As lips pressed to hers, her eyes fluttered open to find his deep black eyes staring back at her. The inscrutable look, so unreadable, scared her.

More….

Suddenly her heart was pounding in her chest, her sex feeling abused beyond belief. Fear flashed through her eyes as she shook her head. And as her name implied, her voice came out as a whisper, the screams of ecstasy and pain taking their toll on it.

“No. Please no!”

 

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Closing her eyes, Whisper tried to catch her breath, Ming could see that the young Missionary was praying that the worst was over. As his lips pressed to hers, Whisper’s eyes fluttered open to find his deep black eyes staring back at her. The inscrutable look, so unreadable, as he whispered.

“More….”

Suddenly the life force, just below the silken surface of Whisper’s silken skin, fluttered madly as her heart was pounding in her chest, her sex abused pussy well fucked. Ming loved the fear that flashed through her eyes as she shook her head. Her voice came out as a soft trembling whisper, Whisper’s shameful screams of ecstasy and pain having taking their toll on that sweet angelic voice.

“No. Please no!”

Ming slowly unbound Whisper his fingers teasing her hyper sensitive skin, every fiber of the young girl’s gorgeous young body alive. It was obvious that the young girl was exhausted and close to being spent as she now lay prostrate at Ming’s feet. “Kneel Miss McGhee.” Ming’s voice was mild he never rose it above a conversational level yet it was obvious that that if she did not obey Whisper would be punished.

“If you do not wish to spend the day with your demanding “Mechanical Lover” Miss McGhee then you will please me with that sweet little mouth.” Ming paused a moment before he told the young innocent. “And you will take me into your tight little throat. Miss McGhee you will swallow all of my gift to you. You shall not waste a drop of it.”

Ming knew that Whisper was likely to fail in the task that he had set her and looked forward to what punishment he would inflect on that delicious young body.

 

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So close to total exhaustion, she felt thankful that that ordeal was over as the man unbounded the straps holding her feet in place. First the right and then the left. He would run his finger up the inside of each leg, causing her to shudder each time. Her skin seemed too alive and the lightest touch of his fingertips was painful.

Hands skimmed over her left breast and she sucked in air in pain as his fingers trailed up her arm before removing the strap holding her left arm overhead. She was now held upright by her right wrist. His fingers did the same thing to her right breast, causing a whimper to leave her lips. Once free, her right arm fell to her side.

Whisper was exhausted and longed only for somewhere to sleep. Yesterday already seemed a lifetime away. Yesterday when she had lost her virginity, raped by pirates. Now raped by a machine. She felt that she had truly fallen into hell on earth.

An attempt was made to stand but her legs would not hold her and she collapsed at his feet.

Kneel Miss McGhee.

Something inside her told her that she had best do as she had been commanded. It took willpower and every bit of strength but she did as told, kneeling before him. Her sex felt abused and tortured, her skin on fire. But this man frightened her, maybe more than Chi Low, yet the man had yet to have sex with her himself.

Perhaps he was unable to? She had heard whispers back at the seminary of men who were deviants, unable to act as normal men. She had ignored such talk. Perhaps she should not have done so.

If you do not wish to spend the day with your demanding “Mechanical Lover” Miss McGhee then you will please me with that sweet little mouth. ...And you will take me into your tight little throat. Miss McGhee you will swallow all of my gift to you. You shall not waste a drop of it.

Fear coursed through her. Another deviant expecting her to take his member into her mouth. And not just her mouth, but down her throat. That was not possible. When that first pirate had rammed his member down her throat, she had choked and been unable to breath. And to have to not spill a drop of that foul stuff? That was not possible. The man was trying to kill her but with sex.

He removed his silk robe and let it slide to the floor. Already his manhood was starting to lift, and she gave a small gasp to note that it was longer and larger than any that she had seen so far. And it was getting bigger and longer by the minute. It was fear that made her pull herself closer to him. Fear that made her lift a shaking hand towards his member. Fear that made her fingers tentatively take hold of him. Fear...

She took a deep breath and the scent of him fill her senses. So different from the pirates. This man was clean, without the stench of dirt and grime. That in itself was nice. Still, she was afraid.

She tried to remember what Chi Low had taught her. Her dark pink tongue peeked from between her lips, trying to maintain her wits, her calm. She was not that successful. Instead, it was a tentative attempt, afraid to continue and yet afraid not to.

She dared not look up at him, afraid she would see anger on his face. Again, she stuck out her tongue, knowing that as a slave she had no say. He expected her to do whatever he told her to do. So she carefully licked the underside of it, feeling it grow in her grasp.

She would never survive. This man had machines, driven by steam, and relentless. Still she had to try. Her hand still shook as her lips made an “o” before slowly sliding him into her mouth. She still didn’t see how she could take him in her throat without choking on it.

Had she looked up, he would have seen the fear in her eyes, seen her eyes fill with tears so that they looked like liquid emeralds. Her skin tingled and her sex felt abused. And she feared that she was not going to be able to please him.

 

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“Kneel Miss McGhee!”

Whisper lay prostrate at Ming’s feet, she struggled to raise to her knee as he commanded. Ming could smell the young tawny copper haired beauty’s fear as she finally knelt before him. He had made it quite clear what he expected form the stunning young beauty nothing less than please him with her sweet little mouth, take his manhood into her tight little throat and to swallow all of his gift to her and not waste a drop of it. If she failed then she spend the day with your demanding “Mechanical Lover”.

There was no hope no salvation for Whisper, she had been deserted by the Rev. Cullpepper, and her god did not savor her form these lustful barbarians that demanded the most debased and sinful acts from her. Whisper McGhee gasped as Ming’s robe slipped from his shoulders, his manhood was already semisecret and bobbed before the young western beauty’s moist ripe lips. Whisper reached out a trembling hand, her delicate fingers wrapping around his manhood girth. Tears of shame filled Whispers soft green eyes that she kept demurely lowered from Ming’s gaze. Those sweet full moist lips “O”ed, her head bowed and he slipped into the chaste confines of Whisper’s sweet succulent mouth.

Ming’s fingers entwined in the soft copper luxury of Whisper’s silken hair as he pressed his hips to her. Slowly at first he fed the young beauty his manhood. With each thrust he seemed to grow longer and thicker, his fingers curled tighter into Whisper’s silken mane as he drew her down on him. “Breath through your nose Miss McGhee”. He watched her little nostrils flare as the terrified girl tried to do as he said. He picked up his tempo as he fucked Whisper’s angelic face and soon he was deep in her throat as she struggled to breathe. Then he was withdrawing and Whisper could breathe again.

Again he thrust into the girl’s mouth, this time his groin was pressed to her little button nose. He held her pinned to his groin for what seemed an eternity and then he was withdrawing almost all the way out of her sweet chaste mouth before starting to plunge in again. Whisper world was nothing more that sucking her Master’s cock, and praying he would cum and her torment would finally end.

When he came, it was sudden, his white hot scalding cum, gushing and filling Whisper’s mouth. Jet after jet of cum and Ming had warned her to swallow it all and not to waste a drop of his gift to her.

 

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His fingers gripped her hair, wild from what she had just been through. She could swear that he must be able to hear her heart as it attempted to beat itself loose from her breast. Memories flashed through her brain. Memories of the pirate on the steamer when her had forced his manhood into her mouth, and down her throat. Memories of Chi Low as he too forced his member into her mouth to teach her to pleasure him.

Though he was gentle at first, with each thrust he would press himself in deeper into her mouth, would grip her hair tighter with each thrust. And with each thrust the thing in her mouth grew fatter and longer and harder. It felt as if it would break her jaw - already it was starting to ache from being stretched around his manhood.

Then the thing bumped the back of her throat and she felt a gag starting. Bump again and she started to panic.

Breath through your nose Miss McGhee

Desperate, she tried to do so but still felt as if he was choking her. Bump! Bump! Then suddenly it filled her throat and there was no air. Fear and panic grabbed her. She was going to die. Die in a foreign land, a sexual slave with a strange man’s sex organ jammed in her throat. God would never grant her entrance into heaven. Instead, the devil would have her, roasting her over hellfire.

He pulled back and she greedily sucked in air. Then he pressed in even deeper, down her throat and pressing her nose up against the thick curls that tickled her nostrils. She tried to remember what he had told her. She blew hard through her nose before trying to breath deeply. The scent of him filled her senses, overwhelmed her, made her dizzy. He held her there, choking her, torturing her and her hands pressed against his thighs without thinking. An automatic attempt to survive. Tears spilled down her cheeks and she glanced up to him, her eyes pleading. Black eyes looked back at her, neither happy or sad, exalted or angry.

Fear rolled off of her and stars seemed to dance before her eyes before he pulled back and she furiously sucked for precious air.

Suddenly his seed began to fill her mouth. Salty and hot, it was like big globs that seemed to continue to fill her mouth. She tried to swallow but the stuff seemed to block her throat and back up into her mouth.

She got one mouthful down and her stomach turned and threatened to throw it back up. The second mouthful began to trickle from the corners of her mouth and she began to shake, being held upright by his fingers gripping her hair tightly.

She could feel the warm seed drip off her chin and fall on her breast. Her tears blended with it and seemed to make more of a mess.

This was hell and she surely would die. That sex machine would kill her.

 

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Oh how Whisper tried so desperately to do as her new Master had commanded. Ming was demanding of his little concubine as he fucked that adorable angelic face, his cock sliding in and out of Whisper’s sweet succulent mouth and obscenely “O”ed lips. Such an innocent little thing she was.

That the girl was afraid was obvious, afraid that she would anger him. Afraid that she would fail in the task that he had set for her and afraid of being strapped again to her unrelenting “mechanical lover” again. Those fears came to a head when the first gush of his white hot scalding cum jetted into her mouth and tight little throat, she gagged but fought to swallow his it all down. Yet when the second jet it the back of her mouth Whisper knew that she had failed began as his cum began to trickle from the corners of her mouth and she began to shake with fear. Ming watched impassively as he knew Whisper could feel the warm seed drip off her chin and fall on her breast. He watched as her tears mingled with his cum, as the prospect of once more being strapped to her “Mechanical Lover” was becoming a reality.

Ming reached out a finger and collected a dribble of his cum from the corner of Whisper’s mouth; he held his finger before the sobbing girl. “You failed Miss McGhee.” It was a flat statement of fact and he had made it quite clear what her failure would mean. With her fate staring before Whisper, Ming held out his hand, drew Whisper to her feet and led her to her “Mechanical Lover”. They stood there the steam powered dildo looming before Whisper.

“What will you deny me Miss McGhee if I relent and spare you?” Ming let his voice trail off and then asked. “Did Chi Low ever take you from behind; did he take your virgin ass?”

 

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There seemed to be no stopping the tears that silently streamed down her cheeks as he reached out a finger to wipe away the watery white mixture on her face. He held it out to her, as if to prove to her that she had failed. She had no need for proof - her very skin could provide that. She felt absolutely slick with the stuff.

You failed Miss McGhee.

She wanted to run - to hide until this nightmare was over. For the ground to open up and swallow her. Her destination was hell anyway, why not accept it and go. Or perhaps she was already there. Perhaps this was hell and God had sent her here as punishment for some transgressions.

He held out his hand. That she would not take it was unthinkable. And so, hand in hand he led her over to her steam-driven machine from hell, the devil’s own plaything. Her fear filled the room, almost tasting it. She could see the bench still sticky wet from her spendings from earlier.

What will you deny me Miss McGhee if I relent and spare you?

For a second she saw hope But his next words shocked her.

Did Chi Low ever take you from behind; did he take your virgin ass?

That she was shocked was obvious. Her eyes widened, staring at him dumbfounded. Surely not! But as usual, his face revealed nothing, his eyes like two windows into depravity watching her.

For a second she could not speak and merely shook her head. It was as if he had seen nothing. Her voice was soft and she stammered as once again the blush crept across her seed-stained face.

“C-Chi Low did t-t-take my sex from b-b-behind. That is-s-s when I l-lost my...v-v-virginity.” She paused before finding the strength to continue. “B-But he never t-t-touched my...buttocks.”

What kind of depraved individual now owned her? Machines that rape people? Buying her to be his sex slave? And now, did he wish to take her in that dark, forbidden hole? Oh, this truly was hell and she had sunk to its very depths.

 

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Ming watched as Whisper could not hide the shock that, that he could ask such a thing. Her stunningly expressive eyes told him that this was the most depraved of acts. When Whisper found her voice she stammered; “C-Chi Low did t-t-take my sex from b-b-behind. That is-s-s when I l-lost my...v-v-virginity.”

How adorable innocent this young western beauty was. Suddenly the young girl’s face turned crimson, her lips “O”ed, as now she had no doubt what he was asking. Whisper continued in disbelief that even a barbarian could ask such a thing from her. “B-But he never t-t-touched my...buttocks.”
Whisper’s crimson blush now turned scarlet as she demurely lowered her eyes from his gaze.

Ming had given Miss Whisper McGhee the devils own choice. She could choose to return to the bench, her bounds and the steam powered dildo. She knew that it would continue to rape her for hours never tiring. Or she could choose to submit to him and commit another deadly sin. Whisper was caught on the horns of this dilemma it was hers to choose her fate.

Ming was contented to let his little redheaded western concubine take all the time that she needed to make her choice. He would not rush her; he would leave her no place to hide even from herself. As she stood there before him Ming turned her in his arms, her back pressed to him. Whisper could feel his hands slide up the sensual curves of her torso; his hands cup her breasts, and the pads of his fingers teasing and tormenting her hyper sensitive nipples. She could feel his breath hot and moist on the nape of her neck; feel the little stray hairs there dance in each breath he took.

Ming had faced Whisper so that she could see the bench and the steam powered dildo. He stood behind her his naked flesh to her naked flesh and the ridged line of his cock pressed to her firm little derrière, Whisper’s choice now physically before her. It was then that Ming breathed in her ear; “your choice Miss McGhee?” he nibbled her ear and pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger.