The Silken Dragon

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The only thing Mrs. Pentecost would be made about is that she did not get to sample your sweet little virgin pussy first and to make you in to our little whore my dear Miss McGhee.

She looked at him in shock. The whole thing had been a falsehood. There was never any chance of her becoming a missionary here in China. Instead of being picked because of her piousness, she had been chosen because the two of them had designs upon her body. That that horrible old matron had such sinful designs upon her appalled her. Had the woman ever even been married or was that all a farce to fool people? And what about the other matrons? Were they as wicked as these two or would they be as shocked and outraged as she was?

A gasp rushed from her lips as Culpepper slammed deep into her, pain blossoming through her body and she gave a cry out still trying to remove his fingers from her hips.

Cum for me miss McGhee, cum for me Now.

She did not want to do as he ordered. She certainly did not feel anything for this pig yet against her wishes, her traitorous body seemed to have a mind of its own. Already she could feel it beginning to prepare for her flight and it angered her. The last thing that she wanted was to please Culpepper but apparently her Master had told him of the magic words.

As he continued to press harder into her, treating her like a sexual rag doll, she beat her fists against that ponderous belly, her breast bouncing with each thrust. It was as if she beat against a stone wall, the grin on his face as cruel as the fingers that gripped her and slid her up and down his manhood.

She blushed and felt her body rushing to obey its command. Whisper had no control over herself as she threw back her head and arched her back, a cry leaving her lips as she felt a warmth fill her.

 

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Ming and Mae Ling watched with glee and growing lust as Whisper was brutally fucked by the Rev, Culpepper. They leaned forward as she lowered herself on to Culpepper’s monstrous cock. They drank in the fear they saw in Whisper’s stunning emerald green eyes. Their little redheaded concubine was terrified of what the reverend’s cock would do to her, yet she obeyed every one of his commands. The entire length and girth of his manhood was in her tight little cunt, her delicate pussy impossibly spread and his groin grinding against her Venus mound. It was then that Culpepper spoke those five little words Cum for me Miss McGhee followed by his command cum for me Now!.

Whisper McGhee’s traitorous body seemed to have a mind of its own. The young beauty began to breathe in passionate little gasps, yet her stunning emerald green eyes shown with hatred for the man pounding into her, her tiny little fists against that ponderous belly, her breast bouncing with each thrust. Culpepper smiled at Whisper’s pitiful little attempts, it was as if she beat against a stone wall, the grin on his face as cruel as the fingers that gripped her and slid her up and down his manhood. Yet despite the young girl’s hatred for this man she had already lost the battle. Whisper blushed with her shame as her traitorous young body rushing to obey its command as it had been trained to. Whisper had no control over herself as she threw back her head and arched her back, a cry leaving her lips as she felt a warmth fill her and she came hard for her hated tormentor.

“Our Little beauty has cum for the beast Master.” Mae Ling cooed. “It is a shame that she is unable to conceive at the moment”. She paused for a moment then continued, “ What just think of male children with his Strength and……..shall we say attributes.” An evil smile curled Ming’s thin lips as the idea slowly took shape in his mind. “Oh and what beautiful daughters they would produce so pale and delicate to warm your bed Master when she grows old.” Mae Ling longed to see this sweet angelic child degraded and used. She envied Whisper youth and beauty and Ming’s infatuation with the little redheaded western she devil.

As Whisper came Culpepper spewed his own seed deep within the little fallen Missionary’s womb. He did no pull from Whisper but, with her astride of him he rolled over pinning the young Girl to the mattress. His ponderous weight crushed Whisper McGhee firm young breasts against her chest. He grasped the belt that was Whisper’s make shift collar, fumbled with his cast off jacket and drew out some silken ropes. He tied one to the belt and then to the head of the bed drawing the collar tight around Whisper’s slender little neck. The Culpepper tied each of her hands to the head board in turn. He slowly slid down her supple young body to catch one of her feet and it was secured to the foot of the bed. It did not take long for Culpeper to bind Whisper’s other ankle. He slipped a pillow from under her tawny copper head and placed it at the small of her back tilting her ravished little pussy up so offered him more access to its sweetness.

“Well Miss McGhee what shall we do until I am ready to fuck that delicious little pussy of yours again my dear.” An evil grin bowed his lips as he lowered his head to Whisper McGhee’s pussy. “I always wondered if you tasted as sweet as you looked Miss McGhee.” His tongue snaked out to taste whisper and to torment and seduced her delicious young body. Cullpepper knew that her supple young body was primed, and though her mind might scream No her body knew what it wanted and the dear reverend would give that gorgeous treacherous little body what it craved.

 

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Suddenly Culpepper grabbed her tight to him and without even removing his massive manhood that stretched her sex to its limits, rolled over on the bed, pinning her deep into the mattress. Whisper felt as if she were being squashed to death, her breast smashed against her body. She felt his large pike ram deeper into her sex as she beat on his hairy chest. Fat fingers grasped the end of the belt that served as her temporary collar and leash while he fumbled with something in his clothes.

“My Master will not be happy should you kill his expensive toy!” She managed to gasp out at him but the man ignored her and continued with his plan.

Whisper tried to loosen the belt but to her horror it tightened as he tied something to it and then managed to tie it to what she assumed was the headboard. She feared that should he cinch it any tighter she would be choked to death. As it was, breathing was extremely difficult with his ponderous body on top of her.

As she beat upon Culpepper, one by one he managed to grab her arms and tie the wrists up to that same headboard. Then, to her relief, he began to slide down her body, with his cock slowly leaving her sex too. It was such a relief when that fat head popped out of her and his fat belly no longer squashed her and she let out an audible sigh of relief. Quickly working, the man soon had her tied spread eagle on the bed and her head unable to move for fear of strangulation. He then took the pillow from under her head and slipped it under her hips.

Whisper blushed at the lewd position that Culpepper had her and fixed a glare full of hatred at the man that she had once thought pious. Oh how she had been deceived.

Well Miss McGhee what shall we do until I am ready to fuck that delicious little pussy of yours again my dear.

The look on his face told her that his actions had not been random, the man had a plan. She watched as his mouth drew nearer to her sex.

I always wondered if you tasted as sweet as you looked Miss McGhee.

Because of how she was tied, she could no longer see his face, only a small portion of his rather hairy back. Her hatred for him grew and despite her determination to show no reaction to what the man might do to her, her body gave a shudder as his lips attached to her sex while his tongue began to try to bore into her.

But a tongue has its limitations and despite that, Culpepper made up for it in perseverance, finding that little nub and sucking on it, until finally, against her will, she found herself flying. Her body reveled in the pleasure that the fat man had given as it poured forth her sweet cream mixed with the seed that filled her sex. With her limited movements, her back arched as her screams filled the room and drowned out the sounds of the man drinking at her fountain.

Unintentionally she pulled against the belt tight around her neck and her screams choked off in her throat. Her fists clenched and unclenched, unable to claw at the temporary leather noose. There was a buzzing in her ears as, unable to breath, her world grew black.

 

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The idea of having Miss Whisper McGhee become a breeding mare intrigued Ming. “The idea is intriguing Mae Ling but I do not desire that Miss McGhee lose her girlish figure and high proud young breasts.” Mae Ling smiled at her Lord and Master. “ She will not be allowed to feed the infants she bares, and for her figure I shall insure that she keeps it and is desirable for you Master, to serve your unique appetites.”

Ming waved his hand as if the matter was closed and leaned forward to have a better view of his little redheaded concubine as the Reverend Culpepper bound her hand and foot to the dragon bed. Ming watched with peeked interest as Culpepper used his improvised collar and leash to control Whisper’s breathing, the way he bound her and the use of the pillow under the small of her back to give him better access to her delicious little pussy. “Well Miss McGhee what shall we do until I am ready to fuck that delicious little pussy of yours again my dear. I always wondered if you tasted as sweet as you looked Miss McGhee.” Ming savored the way that Culpepper taunted the bound young beauty.

Moments after he had lowered his head to the bound young redhead’s pussy his devilish talented tongue had Whisper McGhee’s gorgeous young body shuttering as his tongue bore into her and flick at her throbbing clit until finally and to her shame Whisper took flight against her will.

Ming smiled at the conflict of emotions played across Whisper’s angelic face. Her gorgeous young body reveled in the pleasure that the reverend had given her. It poured forth her sweet dewy nectar of wanton lust, her back arched as her screams of ecstasy filled the room and drowned out the sounds of Culpepper feasting on her sweet young pussy. And so hour after hour Whisper found herself flying in sexual ecstasy as Culpepper used and abused her. How many times she screamed out in shame her lust and the pleasure this beast of a man wrong from her she would never know. In the end she lay there spent and exhausted, her tawny copper hair in wild disarray, her supple young body covered in a fine sheen of sweat and Culpepper’s body half draped possessively over hers.

As Whisper lay there Ming turned to Mae Ling. “You can insure that Miss McGhee keeps her youthful and girlish figure?” Mae Ling smiled, “Yes Master!” and so Whisper McGhee’s fate was sealed.

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Whisper was given a week to recover from her ordeal with the Ravened Culpepper. During that time only Mae Ling enjoyed the sweet sensual charms that Whisper had to offer in her drugged nocturnal rapes by Mae Ling. When she was finally called to please her Master their session went as normal a period where he tormented and excited the little redheaded Missionary’s gorgeous supple young body Yet this time he did not fuck her tight little ass but after she had prepared him orally he slipped between her thighs and fucked her pussy for the first time sense she had become his sexual slave. Though he was not as mammoth as Culpepper he was more than a challenge for her once more tight little cunt.

 

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Whisper feared that the night would never end. Over and over the horrid man would press her body to betray herself, using either his mouth or his massive member. Periodically choking off her airway she would lose consciousness and eventually she would come to, finding Culpepper happily fucking her while sweat dripped onto her body from his beet red face.

The man slobbered all over her, sucking and chewing on her nipples, sticking his fingers up her anus. Nothing in or on her body was sacred, nor her own, as the man seemed to find delight in touching and probing every part of her.

Eventually she came to, finding her nude body sweaty from the night’s happenings, and still tied spread-eagle to the dragon bed. The heavy body of Culpepper was half draped over her, his massive member even in rest was heavy on her thigh, sticky and still large.

Being tied to the bed, there was very little that she could do to move or shift the man off of her. Above her the two dragons looked down upon her, their toothy grins appearing to delight in her life and how it had turned out.

Eventually the old woman entered and woke Culpepper, the man eyeing the woman. She opened the door and as he dressed the guards waited, their eager eyes looking Whisper over. She closed her eyes and waited for Culpepper to remove his belt from around her neck. Then with a chuckle and a pinch of her nipple, he was escorted out.

It was a relief when the old woman untied her from the bed and massaged her limbs until the feeling returned to them. She then led her to the bath where as usual, she gave Whisper very erotic bathing.

For the next week, she was given a break from sex and found herself sleeping alone. Nor did she warm anyone’s bed. No guests were invited, and no parties were thrown. However her nights were still troubled with dreams of sex with unknown people, of mouths sucking and nibbling and kissing her body. She never saw just who the spirit was that inhabited her sleep, and she was strangely glad that she didn’t. And despite how disturbing her dreams were, every morning when the old woman woke her, she was in bed alone.

Then one morning she was awaken and prepared and the rituals performed told her that it was for her Master’s use. She knew what to expect and in a way looked forward to it. The man would always tease her body until she felt that she would scream before using her anus in which to release his seed. Sometimes he would sleep with her while she curled at the foot of the bed. Sometimes he would grow weary of her and leave her alone in her room.

Today was different for instead of parting her buttocks to reveal her crinkled opening where he could plunge his manhood, this time he had her recline on the bed and spread her legs. To her surprise he used her in normal sex. She could not remember if her had ever done so before. The entrance to her sex seemed to have returned to its original shape though she had feared that the time with Culpepper might have left it permanently gaping open. And though her Master was not as big as Culpepper (thank God), the man’s talents in bed assured her that she still managed to take flight.

In fact, he surprisingly stayed in bed with her, filling her with seed several times that night. Perhaps he had finally realized that she was barren and felt that it was safe to use her normally. After all, none of the other men had left her with a baby inside her.

When the old woman gave her her bath and fed her, there was no bitter tea but instead only a regular black tea.

“You forgot my bitter tea.”

“We are out. Drink that instead.” And that was all that the old woman said.

 

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Ming loved the way is little redheaded concubine came to him, the surprised look on her angelic face as he reclined and bid her to come astride of him. His hands steadied Whisper as he positioned her sweet little pussy over his cock he smiled as he let her own weight bear her down on to him. When she was fully impaled on his rampant cock, his hands slid up the sensual curves o her torso to cup her firm young breasts. Ming rolled Whisper’s little pink rosebud nipples under the pad of his thumbs bring them to hard little points and drawing a low sensual moan from the stunning young beauty. He did not move within her yet but merely let his cock fill her as he slowly seduced her willful young body. When she was panting, and moaning in her need he slowly rolled his hips to her.

Ming slowly began to fuck his little redheaded concubine’s pussy. He let the tempo of their coupling to slowly build as he stroked her passion but denied her the sexual release that her supple young body craved. He rolled, tugged, and pinched the young redheaded missionary’s taunt nipples, a sweet moment of pain to enhance her pleasure. When he had worked the chaste beauty into a frenzy pitch of sexual need, he whispered; “Cum for me Miss McGhee.”

His own sexual release mingled with Whisper’s. He took her several more times that night. Finally the spent and exhausted young beauty slumped down lying prostrate on her master’s chest her breathing labored coming in little sexual gasps, his cock still buried deep in the hot grip of her tight little cunt, as sleep finally claimed her. While Whisper slept Mae ling came to her and took her pleasure from the young Girl’s gorgeous young body as Ming had.

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The morning brought what had become an all too familiar for Whisper McGhee. The sensually arousing bath at the hands of Mae Ling that left Whisper panting and gasping in sexual need, yet today there was something different there was no bitter green tea but simple black organ pekoe. The stunning little redhead innocently asked; “Mae Ling have you forgotten my bitter tea”. The back of Mae Ling’s hand caressed Whisper’s flawless cheek. “We are out. Drink that instead.” She smiled down into Whisper’s soft emerald green eyes knowing well that soon she would be with child.

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It was merely not enough that Ming get his little concubine with child, oh no. He desired that his little fallen Missionary have no idea who it was that had impregnated her. She would be made to warm the bed of many men until she was with child. Ming smiled as he planned for her humiliation. He knew how Whisper McGhee hated the Ravened Culpepper, so he would be one of the men that took Whisper, and he would pay handsomely for the privilege as well. He would also have several of the European Business men fuck her as well. He wanted to ensure that the girl would have no idea who fathered her child.

“Mae Ling I think a banquet for our little concubine’s first breeding session. He gave the dominatrix a list of ten men, Chinese officials to be among the first to have a chance to breed Miss McGhee.

 

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The next day Whisper’s flow came and for several day thereafter she was unclean and left alone. Even her dreams were not quite as sexual, much to her disappointment and relief. Then, as soon as her monthly flow ceased, she was again called to her Master’s bed where again he had sex with her, repeatedly filling her sex with his seed.

The next afternoon, the old woman gathered her after her time on the machines. It had become a normal part of life to be almost daily strapped down to that strange bench and be fucked by the machines, usually while her Master used her anus. Though today he was nowhere to be seen and it was the old woman that had strapped her down. And it was strange that just lately her Master had stopped using her anus and had only deposited his seed in her sex.

The old woman arrived and unstrapped her from her mechanical “lovers” before leading her to the bathing room. As usual the bath was very stimulating and by its end she ached to relieve the sexual tension inside her body.

But that was not to be. She could tell that something was up as she was being dressed in a style of local dress instead of being left naked. The dress was of a beautiful shade of bright blue with black and white embroidery on it - a fierce dragon that she suspected was her Master’s personal symbol. Her red hair had grown quite long and the old woman piled it loosely on top of her head held artfully by several jeweled pins which when pulled would allow her hair to tumble down to almost her waist.

She was led barefooted into the great hall where all conversations ceased when she entered. She was very aware that she was probably the evening’s entertainment. She knew it but it didn’t mean that she liked it. As she had no say in such things, she accepted her fate.

She seemed to glide across the floor, the long silk robe effectively hiding her legs and feet. With eyes cast down to the floor, she gracefully knelt before her Master, touching the floor with her forehead as she had been taught. Once he bid her to rise, she did so, moving to his side where she knelt, her hands resting on the blue silk.

She figured that he might want to feed her by hand - that seemed to delight him that she was being treated like his lap dog. But she could smell no food and was surprised by that. Maybe it had not been served yet?

Instinct told her that something was going on. Just what she was not sure. Did he plan on selling her? Was she in trouble?

Conversation began again with her Master speaking to the assembled. Of course, it was all in Chinese so she knew not what was being said. Occasionally there were mummers from the others but she didn’t know who they were. Her training was such that she had kept her eyes down on the floor in front of her and did not even know how many were there.

Occasionally, a male voice would ask a question but Whisper’s apprehension was growing.

 

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Mae Ling had been left to invite the Chinese officials that would be given the opportunity to breed young Miss McGhee. Mae Ling chose the men for their wealth and virility but also with an eye to their dark and demanding natures. Among the invited guests were several “Boxer” Officers. She knew well the “the Harmonious Society of Fits”, Boxers, harbored a deep hatred for foreigners, and particularly for western missionaries. The thoughts of their hatred and how they would use the little redheaded Missionary delighted Mae Ling as she dressed Whisper in a beautiful Chinese gown in a seductive shade of bright blue that complement the young beauty’s pale complexion, with black and white embroidery depicting a fierce dragon that that was her Master’s personal symbol. Her lustrous red hair had grown quite long and the old woman piled it loosely on top of her head held artfully by several jeweled pins which when pulled would allow her hair to tumble down to almost her waist.

This was not the first time that Whisper McGhee and been bathed and prepared to attend a banquet, where she knew that she would be the evening’s entertainment, and then to warm one of the guest’s bed to use as he desired. Whisper seemed to glide across the floor, the long silk robe effectively hiding her legs and feet. The soft dark blue silk hugged her firm young breasts hinting at their perfection, it caressed the sensual curves of her torsos, and highlighted the flare of her hips.

All eyes were turned to the stunning young redhead, the conversation stilled as she gracefully knelt before her Master, touching the floor with her forehead as she had been taught. They watched as Ming bid her to rise, she did so in one graceful fluid motion, moving to her Master’s side where she knelt, her hands resting on the blue silk, her soft emerald green eyes demurely down cast. Conversation began again with her Master speaking to the assembled in Chinese. Whisper had no idea what was being said. Occasionally there were mummers from the others but she didn’t know who they were. Her training was such that she had kept her eyes down on the floor in front of her and did not even know how many were there.

Mae Ling stood in the shadow as she listen to Ming inform his guest that they would have the opportunity to breed the stunning young western redheaded beauty that was kneeling by his side. It was then that he turned to his little concubine, “Miss McGhee rise and mount the table so all may see you and disrobe for my guests entertainment. You will strip in a seductive and pleasing manner.” This was not the first time that Whisper had been commanded to strip for her Master’s guests. The young girl mounted the table, soft seductive music, from unseen musicians. Ming’s guests watched the sensual and seductive way that Ming’s concubine bared herself for their pleasure.

As the music fade Ming had Whisper remain standing, one of his guests asked a question, whit an evil grin he said that Miss Whisper McGhee had come to china as a Missionary. That peeked the interest the boxer officers. Then Ming opened the bidding for the right to breed His little redhead concubine. All this had transpired in Chinese and poor young Whisper had no idea that these men were bidding for the right to breed her.

 

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Miss McGhee rise and mount the table so all may see you and disrobe for my guests entertainment. You will strip in a seductive and pleasing manner.

Her Master’s command brought her out of her musings. Somehow this all had a different feeling. It was a bit unusual that no food had been served so it really wasn’t a banquet. And as most of the country spoke Chinese, and very few spoke English, it really was not uncommon for her to have no idea as to what was being said. And it certainly was not unusual for her Master to have her stand on the low table that was in the middle of the room and dance while she removed her clothes. She knew that she would be expected to have sex with anywhere between one and all of the guests in attendance.

As she walked to the table, she quickly counted the guest. 10. Ten sets of eyes looking intently at her every move.

As the music began, Whisper started to dance. A dip here. A twirl there. A shoulder roll. Slowly and artfully she unhooked the robe, revealing little by little her body until it was bared to the assembled. The music stopped and again her Master spoke, again in Chinese, and suddenly she realized that these men were buying her.

Her Master was selling her! Why? Had he grown weary of her. It wasn’t the way that she had wanted her life to turn out but she had obeyed him - had done all that he had ordered. And she had lived in relative luxury. How would she be forced to live now?

Fear gripped at her stomach. None of these men looked nice. In fact, they looked mean and evil. She had been bid on before and certainly could recognize such.

At first there was a flurry of what appeared to be bids, and she fought hard to keep her face impassive. She could not think as to why her Master wished to get rid of her. Perhaps he had grown bored with her.

Fear held her tight as the unknown faced her. If he was not selling her, then just why were these men bidding? What were they bidding on?

 

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Mae ling watched from the shadows as Ming told his little redheaded Missionary to rise and mount the table so all may see her and disrobe for his guests entertainment. The sensual little concubine was told to strip in a seductive and pleasing manner. Mae Long watched as the young western beauty rose and did as her Master bid. As the music fade Mae Ling black little heart soared as slowly Whisper McGhee realized that something was very different. The slow realization that these men were bidding on her Pleased Mae Ling beyond belief as she saw the fear on in the young girl’s eyes.

The little redhead turned her soft emerald green eyes to her Master and in an unspoken look so eloquently they asked Have I displeased you?. Fear gripped at Whisper McGhee’s stomach. These men scared her, they looked, foreign, mean and evil. Mae Ling could see that memories of her standing on the auction block being bid on, her life as she had know it taken away from her, came flooding back, Mae ling smiled wickedly in her cloak of shadows, as the charming Miss McGhee realized it was all hampering again.

The bidding for the right to breed the young Western beauty was spirited, but as the price climbed to be the first to do so, one by one the bidders dropped out till there were just three and then two. One was a minister from the Imperial Court in Beijing and the other a Major in the Boxers. Both men were in their fifties, the courtier refined and eloquently dressed. Major Jen Low was of rough peasant stock, he had the look of a soldier, wore his scares with pride, but his eyes were cold, cold and unfeeling. His dress was rough little better than peasants’ clothes. In the end as the bid climbed ever higher the Minister from Beijing finally waved his hand there by giving the prize, Miss Whisper McGhee, to the Major.

Ming was pleased with the price that he got for the breeding rights to his little concubine and the Major looked forward to humiliating this gorgeous young western Missionary. Whisper was led from the hall by Ming, the major following in their wake as he brought Whisper to the little Pagoda in the garden where she had been tested on his devilish steam powered devices. When they arrived Jen Low spoke in a harsh voice to one of the servants. Moments later the servant retuned with another man carrying a trunk. “You will please the Major as he pleases, Remember Miss McGhee you represent the House and the honor Ming.” That left the young beauty to wonder if her Master had not sold her then what had the men been bidding on.

The young beauty did not have much time to wonder as the trunk was opened and Jen Low took out a long scarlet, silken rope. “Place your hands behind your back Miss McGhee.” Jen Low spoke English if broken and with a heavy Chinese accent. He could see the surprise in her wide emerald eyes. “Oh yes I speak your language, it was beaten into me at the Mission school as they tried to make me over in their image not Chinese, but not European either.” As he spoke he placed Whisper’s hands back to back and then tied her wrists together. Jen Low laced together the girl’s arms in a series of integrate knots. The ropes were passed over her shoulders, and down between her breasts. The passed under the little redheaded beauty’s firm breasts to separate them and thrust them up as the ropes passed around her and then back to form a diamond lacing across the plain of her firm flat abdomen.

“Spread your legs Miss McGee!” It was clear that Jen Low was a man use to giving orders and having them obeyed. Whisper ankles were bound to a spreader bar, and she was forced to kneel. Jen Low pushed the girl forward and her cheek rested on the pagoda’s floor and her breasts crushed to it. She was in a position of mock submission. Her thighs and calves where bound so she could not rise or move. “Shall we begin Miss McGhee.”

The sweet little beauty could feel him come to her and she could hear the steam come alive and Whisper knew all too well that her “Mechanical Lovers never tired as they fucked her.

 

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Whisper stood there, watching the number of men dwindle down as they shouted out things in their strange sing song language. Some men looked intently at her, some hungrily, some angrily.

Finally it appeared to be between two men - one man appeared mean, glaring at her, while the other man appeared interested but somehow indifferent. She was afraid of the mean one and hoped that the other would win her.

However, the Lord did not favor her for suddenly there was a cry and the mean-looking man appeared to have won her. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, trying to calm herself.

Her Master walked over to her and ordered her to follow. Since she so rarely wore clothes, walking nude behind him had become the norm. Things became a bit clearer as the mean-looking man went with them. Either her Master was turning her over to him in private, or the man had bid on sleeping with her for the night though that did seem a bit strange as none of the other men in the past had been forced to pay for the ability to have indiscriminate sex with her. Either way, she knew that it involved sex.

They walked to the little garden house where those machines were housed, the small entourage following Ming like a goose and her goslings. She had often wondered about the person that cleaned those steam-driven sex machines. Every time that her Master used them on her, she had noted that when they left, the machines were coated with her spendings and his seed, at least the seed that had leaked from her. Did they ever wonder about it, or think of her as a woman if loose morals? After all, someone had to clean those machines for every day.

Inside the little garden house, the angry man spoke in Chinese to a servant that walked out with them and the man gave a quick bow and rushed off. Her Master stood there looking pleased as the angry man looked around. Soon the servant reappeared carrying a rather large and bulky trunk. That was when her Master turned to her and told her, You will please the Major as he pleases, Remember Miss McGhee you represent the House and the honor Ming.

The Major? Represent the House of Ming? So he had not sold her? So just what was going on? What was the bidding on?

Place your hands behind your back Miss McGhee.

The low, gruff voice spoke English with a heavy accent and broke through her musings. She looked up at him in surprise. He noted her expression and spoke to her while he busied himself with tying her hands tight together with an incredibly long red silk ribbon of sorts.

Oh yes I speak your language, it was beaten into me at the Mission school as they tried to make me over in their image not Chinese, but not European either.

He worked as he spoke, tying her arms and wrists together. This thrust her shoulders back and made her breast more prominent. She could hear the anger in his voice and it scared her. Just what was this man planning on doing to her?

Suddenly the red silk came over her shoulders where the angry man crossed them between her breast before going under them to travel on around her body. Finally her ended up back in front, tying the red ribbon in some intricate design down her abdomen. By the time that he was through she felt like some obscene Christmas gift.

Spread your legs Miss McGee!

His voice was curt and a scowl crossed his face. Not wishing to anger him further she did so quickly. This man appeared to have no gentleness to him, but was rather muscular and brutish. He must be a Major in their Army. It seemed that he would just as soon beat her as ask again and he appeared to hate missionaries. No wonder he hated her. Her heart was beating fast in her breast.

Quickly he fastened a bar to her ankles that would not allow her to bring her feet together. Then, taking her by the shoulders he made her kneel before bending her over so that her cheek rested against the floor, as did her bound breasts. This left her ass sticking up in the air and Whisper felt so exposed and ashamed of this position.

After having been a sexual concubine for so long, and being raped by so many men, one would think that she would become accustomed to such. But her religious training had been all her life and one did not forsake such so easily. What ashamed her and irritated her was that her body seemed to not have the same feelings. Already, as it had been so recently trained by her Master, her body was preparing itself for what was to come. Whatever that may be. As it was now, she could not see the angry man at all though she could hear him behind her making noises. All she could see was a limited view of the wall to her left.

 

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Jen Low Quickly he fastened a bar to her ankles that would not allow her to bring her feet together. Then, taking Whisper by the shoulders he made her kneel before bending her over so that her cheek rested against the floor, as did her bound breasts. This left her ass sticking up in the air and Whisper felt so exposed and ashamed of this position. As the little redhead beauty was forced to this humiliating position the rest of Ming guests arrived to watch the little Missionary’s fate.

Jen Low fingers trailed down the sensual column of the bound girl’s spine and came to rest on her firm little ass. “I look forward to sampling your charms Miss McGhee.” He gave the young bound girl’s little ass a firm swap, his hand print glowing on hr pale ivory skin. “So many diabolic choices, so many mechanical lovers shall we see who can fuck you harder they or I”. Jen Low positioned on of the steam powered dildos so it just teased Whisper’s delicious little pussy.”Shall we begin?”

Jen Low and Ming’s guests watched as the bound little Missionary was fucked by the steam driven dildo, they watched the young beauty as she slowly and steadily became aroused as the machine fucked her. There was an excited murmuring as the guest watched Whisper take flight in sexual ecstasy. Whisper tight little pussy was abused and prepared for her breeding. When the girl was wild with her sexual arousal the dildo was removed and Jen low stepped between Whispers thighs. “Now we will see if you respond to a man as well Miss McGhee.”

The fallen young bound Missionary felt Jen Low between her thighs. His hand came down hard on her up turned ass as he rammed his cock into her pussy. “Still so tight after your mechanical lover Miss McGhee.” He drove into the young beauty. Whisper’s night of agony had just begun.

Jen Low fucked the young beauty as the men gathered around her watched and commented on her performance. Those they spoke in their sing son language there was no doubt they were discussing the young girl’s performance, how quickly she was aroused, and of her many sexual charms. It was if she was a prized little filly being breed for the first time. As they talked and watched Jen Low filled her fertile young womb with his seed for the first time, as he pulled from her spasaming little pussy he cooed. “It is time you made me hard again so your fucking can continue. He stood before the gasping young girl; his hand fisted into her lustrous tawny copper hair and drew her up until his cock busted Whisper’s full moist ripe lips. “Please me Miss McGhee with your mouth girl.”

 

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As if what was happening was not embarrassing enough, suddenly her sight was filled with people. Her Master ushered into the room the rest of the men that had bid on her and lost. Even the old woman was shown in, with a look towards Whisper that was somewhat excited and jealous.

Broad fingers, calloused and rough from use ran along her spine and came to rest on her ass that was sticking up into the air.

I look forward to sampling your charms Miss McGhee.

Suddenly he spanked her ass hard, the sound of it mixing with the little cry that she made. There seemed to be a murmur from the men watching. Approval? Disapproval? She knew not nor did she care but her buttocks stung where he had smacked her.

So many diabolic choices, so many mechanical lovers shall we see who can fuck you harder they or I

Something was pressed so that it just barely touched her sex. She thought that she recognized one of the steam machines.

Shall we begin?

It was the machine and its rhythmical invasion of her sex seemed to delight and interest the crowd. Like the debauched sideshow at some perverted carnival, they all seemed to watch with extreme interest as she was fucked by the machine, commenting to one another, as far as she could tell.

All too soon she was flying, her body staying upright only with the aid of the angry man who held her so by the hips. As she was coming back to earth, the machine was rolled away and the angry man took its place between her spread legs.

Now we will see if you respond to a man as well Miss McGhee.

Just as the man rammed his manhood hard into her sex, he smacked hard against her other buttock, making it sting like the other one.

Still so tight after your mechanical lover Miss McGhee.

His member was not as large as her Master’s though it did feel very fat. Grabbing hard onto her hips for handles, he began to use her diligently, going faster and faster. Occasionally he would swat her ass as if he rode a horse and wished it to go faster too.

Speaking Chinese, the onlookers muttered comments and would nod in agreement or shake their heads in disagreement. Since she knew no Chinese, she did not know that they were discussing just what any children might look like that might come from this breeding session. Had she known, poor Whisper might have been mortified. However, she thought herself barren and as she suddenly flew, she felt the warmth as his seed filled her womb.

Once he pulled out, she felt pain in her scalp as he took a handful of hair and lifted her up until his manhood could press agains her lips.

Please me Miss McGhee with your mouth girl.

She knew better than to disobey and opened her mouth. The thing that he shoved in was definitely fat but its length was small and barely reached the back of her mouth. The taste of his seed and her own cream overwhelmed her tastebuds as he continued to use her hair as a handle.

She had been taught what to do and used her talents, licking and sucking until the fat little thing was once again hard in her mouth. He then lowered her back to the position on the floor and took his place between her legs to begin round two.

 

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Jen Low’s demand that Whisper satisfy him with her mouth was immediately obeyed. Miss Whisper McGhee had learned her place in the “House of Ming” and that was to obey and to please a man as he desired. The little redheaded beauty’s soft moist lips perfectly “O”ed around his cock and she suckled him back to life. Mae Ling black heart soared as she watched the young western beauty debase herself. She knew that Whisper thought of herself as barren, little knowing that it was the bitter tea that had kept her from conceiving, now that safe guard had been taken from her.

The men that watched the this stunning creature as she pleased Jen Low with her gorgeous young body, her willingness to obey, and her imitative young mind aroused them even more to have her. Jen Low was just the first of the men that the young redheaded Missionary had to take to her bed. She took each of the ten men to her bed and into her fertile young body over the next ten days. Each man had Whisper for the night to use as he pleased. The boxers would bind her to the bed and then viciously fuck her in every way possible, intent on their pleasure and her humiliation. The imperial ministers where as demanding and made the girl perform sexual as all watched her.

Each morning her Master took the young girl to the pagoda, to her mechanical lovers, before he took his pleasure from her. Mae Ling then would bath Whisper and have her panting and gasping in her need for sexual release. At the end of the ten days Ming’s guesses departed and Whisper was allowed three days rest before it was announced that she would again have to entertain her Master’s latest guest.

When Whisper entered the banquette hall she was once more confronted with the Rev, Culpepper.

 

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This new side of her Master was strange. Perhaps his finances were low and he had started auctioning off a chance to bed her for the night in order to raise money. All she knew what that the angry man seemed to enjoy degrading her in front of the other men that did not win. And she noticed, each time that she caught sight of her Master and the old woman, that they enjoyed watching her. In particular, the old woman seemed positively delighted at how she was being used.

All night the angry man had sex with her, keeping her tied up while he repeatedly used her. It was a bit strange that he never used her ass, and only used her mouth to revive his tired manhood. Yet he never spilled his seed into his mouth but instead seemed to make an effort to time after time fill her womb with his cream. Silently she laughed at him. If he thought that she would get pregnant then he would be disappointed. She had to be barren to not be pregnant before now.

She got very little sleep for the next morning she was taken back to that garden house to once more be put on the steam sex machines. But she was surprised when again her Master skipped using her ass and instead used her sex.

Afterwards, the old woman would bath her and drive her body wild before dressing her in yet another sexy outfit, only to usher her into the banquet room where she was once again auctioned off to a different Chinese man.

Many of these men seemed so angry with her, tying her up in strangely contorted positions but leaving her sex exposed. Then they would ran hard into her sex, fucking her with such vigor that she feared some of them might split her in two. Not one of these men used her ass other than 3 or 4 of the men that seemed to delight in spanking her with their hands while fucking her. They would shout things in their singsong language and sometimes the rest of the men watching would laugh at the words or stand there stroking their own manhoods. One guy actually used a small whip on her buttocks, which stung a lot.

Eventually when every man had had a night using her sexually, the men left and she was relieved. Bring used by the other men by night and the machines and her Master by day was physically draining. She was exhausted. Luckily for 3 days she was left alone.

She slept s lot. She was physically drained and was glad for the rest from the men and machines. And her Master. The only person that she saw was the old woman, who would bring her food and tea. She had grown used to the bitter tea and found that as they could apparently no longer obtain it, she would have to once again adapt to this new tea. It was a bit sweet and the old woman had told her that it had hibiscus flowers in it, which gave it its red color.

Her baths were sensual as always, but this time she was left alone to please herself. For three days, she mainly slept and ate and relaxed in a quiet area of the garden that the old woman escorted her to. She was glad for the respite, listening to the drone of fat bees as they stumbled from flower to flower, their little bodies heavy with pollen.

After three days, she was awaken and led to the little garden house, the sound of steam announcing her arrival. Bound to the machine, she realized that her rest was over when her Master appeared. Still he did not use her ass but instead periodically would deposit his seed into her barren womb as he smiled that mysterious smile of apparent satisfaction.

Afterwards the old woman led her to her bath, teasing her with her hands. But this time she dressed her once again for entertaining. Whisper dreaded this but she was powerless to complain.

Entering the banquet hall, fear shot through her to find Culpepper sitting there, his bloated body already sweating at the thought of what was to come. She thought that he was there to have sex with her - she did not know that he had paid for the privilege of trying to plant a baby in her womb. And had she known, she would have laughed at what she thought foolishness.

All she knew was that she feared what this man’s genitals would do to her. She paused, and noticed the grin that crossed his face at the look that she shot him - one of pure hatred. It was as she was kneeling by her Master that she noted just who the other guests were. It was Mrs. Pentecost and the other matrons from the missionary.

A memory shot through her brain.

The only thing Mrs. Pentecost would be made about is that she did not get to sample your sweet little virgin pussy first and to make you in to our little whore my dear Miss McGhee.

No! Surely not! As she looked at the woman, Pentecost gave her a look that left no doubt. The mammoth minister had said nothing last time about her tattoo but he had touched it, his fingers outlining the small shape. It was their fault that she was here, a sexual slave having been raped by pirates and a dwarf and machines and guards and too many men to count. Because of them her dreams were sexually haunting. She had thought that what Culpepper had said was just his was of torturing her.

Now she was not so sure.

 

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Mae Ling looked on with wicked amusement as Whisper McGhee was once more confronted with the presence of the Rev. Culpepper and this time also in the company of Mrs. Pentecost. Mae ling had chosen a scarlet silken Chinese gown for Whisper that accentuated the sensual curves of her gorgeous young body to perfection. The old woman saw the look in Pentecost’s eyes, saw the hunger in them for the little redheaded beauty. Oh it was going to be a very long night for Miss McGhee and the thought thrilled Mae Ling.

Ming sat as always at the head of the Banquette table and he called his little redheaded concubine to kneel by his side. The meal was long and Culpepper and Pentecost devoured Whisper as she knelt by Ming eating from his hand. When the meal was finished Ming once again told Whisper to rise. “You will serve my guests in all things as you would server me Miss McGhee.” Once more her Master had given his command and the little fallen redheaded missionary knew it was her place to obey.

It was Mrs. Pentecost the next spoke, “Come with us girl.” There was no demand that whisper strip but merely to follow, so the little procession of Mrs. Pentecost, Whisper, and Rev Culpepper left the banquette hall. Mrs. Pentecost led the little redheaded beauty not to the bedchamber but two the little pagoda in the garden. Yes it would be a very long night for Whisper.

Whisper was led to a pair of manacles that dangled from the ceiling; “Raise your Hands Miss McGhee came the curt command of Mrs. Pentecost.” Still there was no command for the stunning young redhead to strip. “Now Miss McGhee.” Came a stern warning from Culpepper. The young redhead’s wrists were soon captured and encircled by the cold iron. “Spread your feet Miss McGhee.” Came Pentecost’s sharp command.

The evil pair were now joined by the rest of the old Matrons from the Mission at Lui Tai. The women bound Whisper’s trim little ankles to a spreader bar. Whisper hung there spread-eagled, open to their most evil desires. “Shall I unwrap her Wilbur?” Mrs. Pentecost purred. “Yes by all means my dear, by all means.” The woman smiled into Whisper’s stunning emerald green eyes. “ I have been waiting a long time Miss McGhee to sample your sweet charms my dear.” Mrs. Pentecost slowly began to cut away Whisper’s gown.

 

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It was humiliating to have to succumb to such degradation as this before people that she had once associated with as an equal. To be treated like a lapdog, fed while kneeling by the table made Whisper feel lowest of the low. And she could feel Culpepper’s and the matron’s eyes never leaving her. Each time that she dared to glance their way, Pentecost’s eyes seemed to devour her hungrily. Tonight promised to be one step closer to Hell for her.

After being reminded by her Master to serve my guest, the bitch Pentecost ordered her to follow. That very fact that she mentally called Pentecost a ‘bitch’ let Whisper know just how far she had fallen. Next time that she said her prayers, she would have to ask for forgiveness.

Never would she have suspected that once again she would be following behind Pentecost, especially dressed as she was. Had the woman been here before? She certainly walked as if she had. Acted as if she knew where she was going.

A thought crossed her mind. Had Pentecost been a concubine to the Master? Been forced to cater to his little whims? Been used relentlessly by the steam machines while the head of “the House of Ming” raped her ass? Somehow the thought that maybe that was true gave her a perverse pleasure.

Upon entering the garden house, Whisper noticed that a pair of manacles now hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room.

Raise your Hands Miss McGhee

The woman’s voice was as it always had been, cold and harsh, and despite the fact that she feared Culpepper and his massive organ and what it would do to her tonight, the pinched face of Pentecost scared her more at the moment.

Apparently she did not obey fast enough as the sounds of the woman calling to her brought her out of her thoughts.

Soon she was standing there in the Chinese dress with her wrists encased in the large metal bonds, unable to really move because of the long bar attached between her ankles. Though the other matrons were relatively stone-faced, Pentecost viewed her with a look of smug superiority, as if looking forward to what the night held in store for Whisper.

And Culpepper? The man positively drooled in anticipation. While Pentecost stayed standing in front of Whisper, giving her a critical eye, the rest of the matrons rushed to gather behind the portly Reverend as if they were handmaidens to the man. Whisper swallowed hard, knowing the weapon that the man his in his pants. She was not looking forward to being used by the man.

As to her Master and the old woman, a quick glance around failed to reveal either of them which surprised her. He usually was standing nearby watching everything.

Right at this moment, Pentecost was her biggest worry. Her pinched mouth almost changed to a smile.

”Shall I unwrap her Wilbur?”

“Yes by all means my dear, by all means.”

Whisper’s green eyes widened in surprise and a bit of fear as the woman stepped closer, the sharp knife catching the light from the lanterns in the room to flash it back into her eyes.

I have been waiting a long time Miss McGhee to sample your sweet charms my dear.

There was no hesitation in Pentecost’s actions. With deliberation the stern-looking woman began cutting the silk frogs that kept the gown hugging her figure. With each inch of skin revealed by her actions, the gleam in the woman’s eyes seemed to shine brighter and brighter until at last the final scraps of red silk material fluttered to the floor of the garden house.

In the light of the garden house, the evening crickets chirped, filling the night. The look that Pentecost gave her was hungry and Culpepper positively salivated standing there backed by the remaining matrons.

And Whisper was afraid.

 

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”Shall I unwrap her Wilbur?”

“Yes by all means my dear, by all means.”

There was no hesitation; Mrs. Pentecost’s actions were deliberate, and seductively sensual. The stern matron began cutting the little silk frogs that kept Whisper’s gown closed, the material sensually hugging her stunning young figure. With each little frog that was cut away, as inch of the bound little redheads soft pale skin revealed, the gleam in the Edith Pentecost’s eyes seemed to burn brighter and brighter with the lust she had for young Miss McGhee, until at last the final scraps of red silk fluttered to the floor of the garden house and Whisper hung there in all her naked glory.

“I have been waiting a long time Miss McGhee to sample your sweet charms my dear.” Edith cooed so sensually. The woman smiled as she saw the fear reflected in the clear emerald depth of Whisper’s eyes. Oh such lovely eyes that could not hide what the young girl was thinking or feeling. Edith Pentecost cool gaze held the girl’s as she reached out her hand and cupped Whisper’s breast. “Umm so firm Miss McGhee.” Edith ran her thumb across the bound young beauty’s little rosebud nipple. “Oh yes quite responsive.” She cooed. “Our little beauty is easily aroused Wilbur.” Then the wicked old dominatrix's head dipped to Whisper’s breast as she suckled the girl neglected nipple until it throbbed, a taunt little bud. Pentecost slowly drew her head back until taunt little bud “POP” from between her suckling lips. She slowly sensually kissed nibbled and tongued her was down the sensual curves of the bound little redhead’s torso, across her quivering abdomen.

The woman’s hot moist breath played over Whisper’s shaven Mons, “Umm how smooth you are Miss McGhee.” Edith kissed the bare skin, her thumbs spread the soft coral pink folds of the little redheaded missionary’s labia. Edith’s tongue snaked out to take her first taste of Whisper. “You are so very sweet Miss McGhee.” Pentecost wickedly smiled up into Whisper’s stunning emerald green eyes. “Oh do not worry my sweet little beauty you are Wilbur’s for the night.” Then Edith Pentecost sensually kissed Whisper McGhee abdomen, her tongue reaming out the girl’s naval.

“You shall bear a little bastard for Wilbur Miss McGhee.” Edith saw a smile spread across Whisper’s lips, Edith pressed a single finger to the girl’s lips to silence her. “ Have you missed your bitter tea Miss McGhee?” Pentecost let the question hang in the air, then continued. “ The tea that kept you from conceiving? How long has it been since you have had it, a month perhaps?” Edith simply smiled as she now turned to Wilbur Culpepper, “Time for you to get our proud little Miss McGhee with child.”

 

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Thin long fingers took hold of her bare breast, squeezing and hefting it. The woman disgusted her. All of this was a disgusting thing and Whisper attempted to wriggle free but her movements were limited.

Umm so firm Miss McGhee.

She hated that her body was responding to what this woman was doing to her. Trained to respond despite her own feelings.

Oh yes quite responsive. Our little beauty is easily aroused Wilbur.

It shocked her. These were not the people that she had thought that they were. And it sickened her that they had met with her parents, broke bread with them, and had promised them that they would look after her, take good care of her, and all along they had planned on something like this. For all she knew, the mission was not really a mission but just a ploy to get young women like her back here. The magic lantern show had probably been just smoke and mirrors - maybe they were pictures of another Mission, but probably not the one run by these people.

So Pentecost’s next actions stunned the young girl. With practiced skill, the woman bent over enough to wrap her lips around Whisper’s left nipple, sucking upon it while her tongue teased it back and forth. She could feel the areola swell in excitement, Pentecost’s tongue and lips teasing it until the older woman pulled her head back and the nipple fairly popped out of the woman’s mouth. Her whole breast fairly throbbed from the illicit attention.

But Pentecost didn’t stop there. Slowly and surely she began to kiss her way down Whisper’s body. Whisper was shocked! Such terrible things from a woman upon another woman! When her mouth reached her mons shaved smooth just that day by the old woman, Whisper would have run away had she not been chained. Pentecost’s breath was hot against that tender skin.

Umm how smooth you are Miss McGhee.

She kissed it before gentle pulling apart the folds that hid her sex, revealing the treasure inside. Like a serpent’s tongue, she ran it along the slit that, quite against Whisper’s will, was already dewy with desire.

You are so very sweet Miss McGhee. Oh do not worry my sweet little beauty you are Wilbur’s for the night.

Whisper was not sure which was worse - Culpepper’s huge weapon or this abomination. Slowly Pentecost kissed her way back up to the little hollow that was her navel, running her tongue around in it as a last kiss.

You shall bear a little bastard for Wilbur Miss McGhee.

The fools! They obviously had no idea that she was barren. A smile crossed her lips but before she could laugh at their ignorance, the woman pressed a finger to hush her.

Have you missed your bitter tea Miss McGhee?. There was a pause. The tea that kept you from conceiving? How long has it been since you have had it, a month perhaps?

This knowledge slowly sunk into her brain. A tea that prevented a child? Could it be? It must be for how could this woman know about it otherwise. And how long had it been since she had drunk it? 3 weeks? 4 weeks? How many men had... that was what he was selling! The chance of impregnating her. That was why none of these men had spilled their seeds anywhere but her sex. She had been filled over and over with seed in the hopes of producing a child. Even her Master had done it, over and over. For all she knew, she may already be pregnant! In a couple of days her monthly flow was due, if she was lucky.

The terror on her face showed as the evil woman just smiled and turned to Culpepper.

Time for you to get our proud little Miss McGhee with child.

Like busy little bees the other matrons began to hurriedly remove his clothes. Try as she might, the shackles were solid metal and no amount of tugging or pulling would loosen their grip.

With the women working together, they soon had him naked, the man’s manhood pointing at her like some obscene sword. Like brainwashed souls, the matrons stepped back, beatific smiles upon their faces. They apparently planned on watching the proceedings.

Fear shot through her expression! She had hoped to never see this man again and yet, here he was and this time with all the matrons in tow. This was like some demented version of a biblical story, with Whisper standing in as the handmaiden, being forced to bear Culpepper a child.

She tried to back away but it was impossible as his massive bulk approached her. There was no hope. None at all.

 

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Edith Pentecost’s words struck terror into the young redheaded beauty’s heart as she slowly realized That was why these men had spilled their seeds only in her tight little pussy. She had been filled over and over with seed in the hopes of producing a child. Even her Master had done it, over and over. For all she knew, she may already be pregnant! Edith loved the terror on she saw in Whispers soft emerald green eyes as the evil woman just smiled and turned to Culpepper. Time for you to get our proud little Miss McGhee with child.

The helpless girl hung there spread–eagled in her chains as the other matrons disrobed the Rev. Culpepper as if he were some kind of god come to bless Whisper McGhee with is bastard. The slow clanking of the chains that bound her caressed the young fallen missionary’s senses. Mrs. Pentecost buckled a thick leather collar around the girl’s slender neck. Edith clipped a chain to the collar and then to the floor forcing Whisper to bend at the waist obscenely offering her pussy and dark star to Culpepper for his pleasure.

Whisper felt the man step between her wide spread thighs, that terrifying cock brush her soft velvet inner thigh. It was not long before Whisper could feel that huge cock at pushing apart the soft pink lips of her pussy. “I wonder how long it will take for that gorgeous body of yours to betray you Miss McGhee” Pentecost cooed. “How long before you beg Wilbur to fuck you and make you come.” The woman smiled wickedly down into the little redhead’s tear shimmering emerald green eyes.

Culpepper drew back and rammed into the captive little redhead beauty. He took her nine times that evening before he gave Whisper to Edith Pentecost. “You are mine now Miss McGhee.” Whisper’s night in hell did not end until mid morning when she awoke to find herself curled in the arms of Edith Pentecost.

Three weeks past after that night and it became apparent that Miss Whisper McGhee was in fact with child.

 

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After lowering the chains that held her arms up, Pentecost put a leather collar around her neck and attached a short chain to it before clipping the other end to a ring on the floor of the garden house. Poor Whisper had no choice but to bend over at the waist, leaving her sex and ass exposed to Culpepper’s longing gaze.

This could not be happening! Attempting to impregnate her? Why?

Before she could continue this line of thought, she felt the heat from Culpepper’s large body as he stepped up behind her. As Pentecost spoke, tears filled her emerald eyes as she felt his massive member pressing against her sex, parting the folds that hid it. She gasped, trying to ignore what that horrid woman was saying.

There was a slight pause and then, grabbing her hips with both hands, he rammed himself deep into her. She screamed and the matrons smiled and began praying.

Over and over Culpepper took her, filling her womb with copious amounts of seed time after time. She lost count of how many times he had her. Occasionally the boney fingers of Pentecost would pull and tweak her breast as they hung down, bouncing with each thrust. Or she would feel Culpepper stick his thumb into that dark star as if it was a handle to control her with as he rammed into her, his portly belly thumping into her ass.

Finally the man seemed to run out of stamina and she prayed that this hell was over.

You are mine now Miss McGhee.

If Whisper thought that the baths that the old woman gave her were embarrassing, her time with Pentecost was an abomination. All night the woman used her tongue to nibble and suck her way all over Whisper’s body until finally Whisper collapsed from exhaustion. When she awoke, it was the next day and Pentecost was tightly holding her.

She was thankful that after that hellish night, she was not forced to have sex with anyone else. In fact, once again she was given several night’s rest before once more she was forced into the pattern that so recently her Master had started. In the morning she would be taken to the garden house where the steam machines would use her repeatedly. Then her Master would have her, dumping his seed into her womb as often as he could.

Several times she asked him why he was doing this, but he refused to answer her. She was worried.

When her flow did not show up on schedule, she worried. Perhaps it was her worry that kept it away. She noted that the old woman seemed pleased with this new problem. The woman would rub Whisper’s belly and cackle. Or she would stick her finger up Whisper’s sex and then pull it out checking for blood.

By week two, she was really finding it hard to keep a positive thought. Her Master still slept with her and seemed very pleased with himself.

When it was confirmed that she was indeed “with child”, Whisper was devastated. She had no idea just who the father was. There was about 15 or more different men that had had sex with her, including the grotesque Reverend Culpepper.

Immediately the quality of her food changed. She was fed excellent, tasty meals, with the old woman watching her closely to make sure that she ate what was expected of her. She was made to do these strange stretching movements. No longer was she put on the sex steam machines, apparently in the fear that they might cause her to lose the baby. Instead, her Master went back to only using her ass. Every day the old woman would rub a cream that smelled beautifully into her gradually expanding belly, making it soft and smooth.

As the time approached for her to give birth, she felt a strange excitement. She had not wanted this child, but she gradually came to look forward to being a mother, wondering if she carried a boy or a girl. Would he or she be of mixed parentage or would the baby prove to have been fathered by Culpepper?

Meanwhile, she waddled around awaiting the big day.

 

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Mae Ling watched with her Master as their little redheaded concubine was prepared to be bread by the Rev. Culpepper. The watched the head Matron Mrs. Pentecost toy with Whisper “You shall bear a little bastard for Wilbur Miss McGhee.” The way the woman pressed a single finger to the young redhead’s lips as she had cooed, “Have you missed your bitter tea Miss McGhee?” Pentecost let the question hang in the air, then continued. “ The tea that kept you from conceiving?” Mae Ling loved the slow realization that dawned in Whisper McGhee stunning azure blue eyes That she was not barren but had been kept form conceiving.

Ming and Mae ling watch as Pentecost attached a thick leather collar and chain to the little redhead concubine’s slender neck as she was prepared to be bred by the reverend. Whisper felt the heat from Culpepper’s large body as he stepped up behind her. As Pentecost spoke, tears filled her emerald eyes as she felt his massive member pressing against her delicate pussy, parting the soft pink folds and that hapless girl knew what was coming. She gasped, trying to ignore what that horrid woman was saying. His massive hands grabbing her hips with both hands, he rammed himself deep into her. Whisper McGhee screamed and the matrons smiled and began praying, knowing that when the Reverend was through with the little redheaded beauty she would be with child.

It was close to three in the morning when Culpepper withdrew from the girl for the last time and Pentecost cooed “You are mine now Miss McGhee.” Her time with Pentecost was a humiliating abomination. All night the woman used her tongue to nibble and suck her way all over Whisper’s supple young body slowly teasing and seducing her until finally Whisper screamed out her shameful, and sinful ecstasy as her gorgeous young body betrayed her once more and finally collapsed from exhaustion.

It did not take long for Whisper’s worst fears to be confirmed, she was with child. How many men had she been with, how many had filled her fertile young womb with their seed? During the month of her pregnancy Mae Ling tended to her body so that her supple young body would be that of a young girl after the child was born. Mae Ling knew that if she did not keep the girl young and fit, if their Master was displeased it would be Mae Ling that would pay.

It was in the dark of night when Whisper’s child was born. Whisper heard the wee babe cry, she saw Mae Ling wrap the child in swaddling clothes. The babe was handed to the midwife and taken from the room Miss Whisper McGhee had no idea if her child was a boy or a girl. She did not know if the wee babe was hers and Culpepper’s or weather the babe was part Chinese. Whisper had to wait for two days before Mae Ling came in with the sweet tea Whisper had been fed sense she was delivered of the child. “Drink this Miss McGhee.” Was all the woman said. The girl did not know it but she would never be allowed to see her babe or even to know if it was a boy or a girl.

 

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It was afternoon when her water broke and she went into labor. The old woman rushed her into a room that she had never seen and for hours she sweat and screamed as the baby tried to come. In a combination of Chinese and English, a midwife was attended by two other young Chinese women that would wipe away the sweat from her brow and chatter back and forth to each other and the old woman.

Hours later the night air wafted through the windows and crickets chirping was quiet compared to the sounds that Whisper was making. The midwife, issuing orders which were translated by the old woman, were doled out as wise sayings telling Whisper what to do. Finally, after being told to push hard over and over, she felt the baby rush out, crying lusty lungs full of indignation at being pushed out into the cold cruel world. Whisper was exhausted yet excited to see her baby.

She lay back, smiling. It certainly sounded healthy.

“Is my baby a boy or a girl?” She queried as some hot drink was pressed into her hands and she was told to drink it. She watched as her baby was carried away by one of the women.

She mindfully drank the concoction, asking between sips about her baby.

“You must rest. Sleep and rest.”

“I want to see my baby!”

“Doctor must check baby first.”

No amount of arguing would sway the old woman and unknown to Whisper, the hot drink she had been given was a draught that not only helped her pass the afterbirth and put her to sleep. Whisper slept during all this, sleeping soundly as she was moved from the birthing room back to her regular room.

When she awoke, she was back in her room, though since she had become pregnant she had been allow to sleep in it as opposed to curled up at the foot of it. She was sore as she slowly got up and tried the door, sliding it to find a guard there so she closed it and lay back down, crying for her baby.

For two days the only people that she saw was the guard and some Chinese girl that spoke no English. She was brought food and tea, but the rest of the time she was left to herself, wondering if her baby had been half Chinese or if her baby had been all English? A boy or a girl?

On the second day the old woman came into the room carrying a cup of hot tea.

Drink this Miss McGhee.

“Where is my baby?”

“What baby? You have no baby. The baby died. Now, drink this, Miss McGhee.”

Crushed, she cried. Mae Ling smiled and pressed Whisper to drink.

 

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Drink this Miss McGhee. “Where is my baby?” Mae Ling turned to Whisper her dark eyes capturing the young redheads gaze. “What baby? You have no baby. The baby died. Now, drink this, Miss McGhee.” The vindictive woman smiled to herself as she saw the crushed, hopeless look of loss in the young girl’s stunning tear shimmering emerald green eyes. Mae Ling smiled and pressed Whisper to drink.

As Whisper drank Mae Ling knew that she now had to deliver the girl to her master in a matter of weeks and by that time the girl had to be possessed of a trim figure, her hips narrow and her breasts firm and as flawless as ever. Mae Ling first had to ensure that Whisper’s milk did not come in, a simple matter of an herbal tea, and a herbal suave to deal with the stretch marks of the girl’s pregnancy. The exercises that Mae Ling had the girl do when Whisper was expecting had done much to keep the little redheaded Missionary ‘s gorgeous young body fit. But the girl’s loss was another matter and sorrow was another matter for Ming would not be pleased If Mae Ling delivered a broken little beauty to him for the woman knew he loved the girl’s spirit.

“You lucky Baby dead.” Mae Ling announced one morning. She saw the look of shock in the young redhead’s eyes. “If baby lived child would have become a slave, if boy he would be sold to become a common laborer….” Mae Ling paused a moment then continued” If a girl she would have be sold as a whore. If she was as pretty as you then she would be sold as a concubine to please her master with her body and pain. Better baby died.”

Mae Ling like a serpent worked on Whisper’s young mind day after day until Ming called for his little redheaded concubine.

 

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Whisper grieved greatly for the loss of her baby. It’s cry when born had sounded so strong. Yet she really did not know that much about babies. She had been an only child, with no brothers or sisters to help raise. And she knew that many children did not survive birth and the first couple days of life. Especially here in this country where they did not have the knowledge that there was back home.

She came to realize that this was no place for a child. It was good that it had not survived. To be a slave, or even worse, a concubine, would be horrible. It was much better this way.

Because there was no baby, apparently the milk that had started producing before the birth of her baby dried up. Meanwhile, it was the old woman was who she saw every day. The woman became a taskmaster, working to ensure that any weight that Whisper gained from the baby was worked off with stretching and walking. She noticed that she was no longer fed the bitter tea but instead the sweet tea.

Still, she did not see her Master, but only the old woman. Nor was she put on the steam machines, for which she was glad. After a short period of time, she fell asleep easier, sometimes right after her evening meal. She also noted that the sex dreams did return. Dreams of mouths licking and sucking her breast, her sex, her body. Of her sex invaded with fingers and tongues. Of her ass also invaded, though her body was never used with a cock. Yet, every morning she would be awaken alone in her bed.

She began to wonder if perhaps Ming had lost interest in her. From what she could tell, it had been several months since she had given birth. Every day the old woman had stretched her limbs to make sure that she was soon back down as slender that she was before she became pregnant, save for her hips and breast. They now had more curve to them, a testament that she had indeed given birth. Her breast now, though no longer heavy with milk, were just a bit fuller than before the baby. Whereas before she had the figure of a young lady, Whisper now had the figure of a young woman, sensual with realizing it. A sensual body full of promise.

Then one morning she was awaken and dressed. The old woman told her to follow and Whisper dutifully did so, finding herself led to the room where she was told to kneel on the pillow. Left alone, she wondered if finally she would be seeing her Master. It seemed so long since she had seen him. Today she wore a black silk dress with a fearsome red dragon on it. Her copper hair, long enough that it hung down past her buttocks, had been braided in one long braid and was bright and shiny like liquid copper. Her eyes were like large emeralds, green and clear. But she kept her head bowed, knowing well her place and what was expected of her.