The Silken Dragon

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Mae Ling worked hard to ensure that Whisper McGhee would once more present the winsome young body that Ming so love to tease, excite and torment until the little redheaded missionary arched her back and screamed her sexual release as she once more took flight in sexual ecstasy.

Physically Whisper was the trim young beauty that she had been when Ming had first bought her except now there was a sensual swell to her hips and a firm fullness to the girl’s breasts. It was then that Mae Ling once more came to the drugged young beauty’s bed at night to savor the sweet charms of the young redhead’s gorgeous young body. Mae loved the way Whisper gasped and arched her body to Mae Ling’s seductive mouth. The way her little hands grasped the sheets, her fists white as she arched up off the bed and took flight. The way the girl in her drugged euphoric state yielded to Mae’s lovers kiss or suckled Mae ling’s breast when the woman held the girl to her breast. Mae Ling slowly and seductively reawakened Whisper’s sexual urges and desires.

The day was bright as Whisper McGhee was led to the room with the little pillow. She was dressed in a black silk dress with a fearsome red dragon on it. Her copper hair had been braided in one long braid and was bright and shiny like liquid copper her pale skin glowed and Whisper’s eyes were like large emeralds, green and clear. The little redhead, like a dutiful concubine, kept her head bowed, knowing well her place and what was expected of her. Ming entered and slowly circled the kneeling girl. “I trust your are well Miss McGhee after your illness. Mae Ling tells me you are now better.” His hand was gentle as he caressed Whisper’s cheek. “Rise Miss McGhee.”

Ming led his redheaded concubine out into the garden and to the little pagoda. Whisper could have no doubts what awaited her there. As they entered she was led to a little dais and was made to stand on it. “Remove your dress Miss McGhee!” Ming waited until Whisper had done as she was told. He slowly circled her inspecting the young girl from every angle. He let his fingers trail intimately over her naked body, he cupped her breasts and felt of their fullness and firmness. He smiled his approval.

“Which of your mechanical lovers shall you sample first Miss McGhee?” It seemed that nothing had really changed in the fallen little redheaded Missionary’s life.

 

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She easily recognized the step of her Master as he entered the room. From her downcast gaze she could see as he walked around her, his eyes most likely looking her over.

I trust your are well Miss McGhee after your illness. Mae Ling tells me you are now better.

“Yes, Master.” Her voice was clear and lilting. She felt his hand on her cheek. Illness? Was that what it was? A small baby?

Rise Miss McGhee.

She was obedient, recognizing exactly where they were heading. Despite having been absent from the machines for about a year, her body was already excited. She had not missed the machines yet there was almost a feeling of returning home. She knew what to expect from them.

He led her to a little dais and had her stand upon it before he told her to undress. She had been nude before him before yet for some reason she found herself blushing. It must have been because of the time away from her Master.

She undid the frog that held the black silk closed as the dress slid with a hiss down her body to puddle at her feet. His fingers traveled intimately over her soft pale skin, laying a hand over where the baby once grew. He cupped a breast, weighing the increase in its fullness and heaviness and seemed to approve. She saw a smile reach his lips.

Which of your mechanical lovers shall you sample first Miss McGhee?

It really did not matter for eventually she would be made to use all of them at some point. She kept her eyes lowered, her answer clear to him.

“Master, my wish is to sample that which would please you most.”

She awaited his pleasure. She knew that there was no other choice for her. This was her life and she had learned to accept it.

 

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“Which of your mechanical lovers shall you sample first Miss McGhee?” Whisper kept her stunning emerald green eyes demurely lowered; her angelic voice and answer clear to him. “Master, my wish is to sample that which would please you most.”

It was the first time that Whisper had come to serve Ming sense she was delivered of the child. He had been pleased that Mae Ling had indeed done as she had said and he smiled his approval as he looked down on his little redheaded western concubine. “The rack I think Miss McGhee.” He held out his hand to the gorgeous young beauty, to led her to The rack.

Ming knew that The Rack would stretch the girl’s supple young body as tight as a bowstring, her hands held captive high above her tawny copper head. Whisper’s shapely legs would be held spread, her pussy blossomed, her little clit fully exposed, and her delicate sex open for whatever her Master chose to do to her.

“You look so young and beautiful bound like this Miss McGhee.” His fingers ran sensually over the girl’s soft firm flesh. Those seductive fingers took indecent liberties that both would taunt and arouse the fallen little redheaded missionary. Ming slipped a pillow under the small of Whisper’s back tilting her hips up and further exposing her pussy to him. Ming then position a steam powered dildo so it jus grazed the young girls clit. A soft humming caressed Whisper’s senses as the dildo vibrated against her clit. Slowly it inched into her wide spread pussy, slowly ever deeper it impaled the young redhead then it slowly drew back. This pattern continued for several minutes and then as the wicked piston drew back, almost leaving Whisper’s once chaste young body it suddenly slammed forward fully impaling the girl at once. The slow agonizing drawback of the dildo, the quick impalement, on and on Whisper mechanical lover used her, her Master delighting as the girl’s arousal built until she blushed scarlet her gorgeous young body betraying her again as she took flight in sexual ecstasy.

At mid morning Ming fucked Whisper’s tight little dark star and then she was handed over to Mae ling’s loving care.

 

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The rack I think Miss McGhee.

And with those words he took her by the hand and led her to a different area before proceeding to bind her up. With her wrists captured in leather bindings above her head, he then bound her ankles to corners of the table leaving her legs spread wide so that her sex was totally exposed to her Master.

There was an actual gleam in his eyes as his fingers ran along her soft skin, teasing a nipple or slipping inside her sex to check her response. Outwardly there really was no sign that she had born a child. But to someone that knew her body as well as her Master, he could see that she had.

You look so young and beautiful bound like this Miss McGhee.

For several minutes he used his fingers to prime the pump so to speak, smiling as soon his fingers were making squishy sounds as he fucked her with his digits. He had a way of appearing almost bored when he did this though she thought that he secretly enjoyed it, he had enjoyed it so much in the past and almost seemed to favor it.

After a minute, he stopped and casually licked his fingers before taking a small pillow and placing it under her hips so that it tilted her. She wondered it he would once again try to impregnate her, perhaps wishing for a child from his concubine but instead he pulled a new machine into place. The phallic-shaped tip was placed against her sex, steam making the thing buzz against her. Her nipples tightened in anticipation as he flipped a switch and the thing began.

Slowly it pressed forward, spreading the entrance into her as it crept deeper and deeper. The backing out of the machine was just as slow taking just as long. For several minutes it did this before suddenly the thing slammed into her, causing her to gasp.

Then once more the slow invasion began. For some period of time she was kept on this machine, with her Master periodically pinching her nipples while the machine continued its slow and fast fucking of her. The pattern was more random and she was never sure when the machine would thrust hard into her. However, presently she felt her body begin to betray her. She had become used to that. It seemed that no longer was her body her own, but rather the property of Master Ming.

When finally she felt herself soaring on wings, her body attempting to milk the seed from a sterile machine, her back arching as she cried out in ecstasy.

Through all this her Master was quiet, as if she had become an experiment and he was a scientist noting her various reactions.

As she became more aware, she noted that he had turned off the steam machines and removed the steam phallic. Unbinding her, he had her get on her hand and knees on a low padded table where he took her ass, depositing his seed deep within her bowels.

Then with a gentle pat on her buttocks, he pulled out, letting his red robe fall back in place. Then he was gone and she realized that the old woman was there, waiting.

Whisper waited. Quiet. To speak would not be if any use. To be finished with her so early in the day was strange. So all she could do was wait.

 

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Mae ling waited as Ming tormented and tease and aroused his little red headed concubine. She watched as he finally sodimized Whisper fucking her tight little ass. Mae Ling had seen how Mrs. Pentecost had aroused the young redhead and she longed to do the same. With a gentle pat on her buttocks, Ming pulled out, letting his red robe fall back in place. Then he was gone leaving the exhausted young beauty with Mae Ling. Whisper waited, quiet, eyes demurely down cast. Mae ling could see that Whisper was confuses, for her Master to be finished with her so early in the day was strange. So all she could do was wait.

“Come girl!” The old woman led Whisper to the baths. Her hands where strong as she intimately caressed and massaged Whisper’s firm young breasts. Mae ling became bolder as she then rolled the young redheads nipples between her thumb and fore finger as Mrs. Pentecost had done. “Relax Miss McGhee the Master has given you to me.” Mae Ling mouth closed over Whisper’s as her hand slipped between the little redheaded Missionary’s thighs.

Mae Ling sought out Ming after her day spent with the hapless beauty in her bed. Mae ling smiled up at her Master. “Shall we have Miss McGhee raped again Master?” Mae ling smiled six men this time she cooed a wicked smile bowing her lips. “How delightful Mae.” Ming smiled as the tow planed the scenario where Whisper would be raped.

 

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The old woman called her to follow and Whisper did, walking from one building to the other naked. She easily recognized to way to the baths and dreaded what was to follow. The old woman was always too free with her hands, rubbing places on Whisper that she felt no woman should touch, yet she did not have the power to stop the woman.

Carefully she stepped into the bath, standing to await for the old woman to shed her clothes and join her in the bath so she could wash her. Female hands began with her breast, rubbing and massaging. For several minutes she did this before the woman began to pinch and roll Whisper’s nipples between her fingers. Uncomfortable with this, Whisper stepped back from the old woman.

Relax Miss McGhee the Master has given you to me.

To her horror, the old woman kissed her on the lips as she slid her hand down Whisper’s body until she found her sex. Whisper felt the old woman’s bony fingers slip up inside her.

Finally the old woman dried her before leading her back into the room where her dragon bed was. For hours she was forced to join the old woman as she did unspeakable things to her and with her while the fierce dragon watched them from above.

Finally the woman left an exhausted Whisper asleep in her bed, after being made to perform all kinds of degrading things, things that reminded her of the time when Culpepper and Pentecost had used her during the time when the man was attempting to impregnate her.

That night her dreams were haunting sexual dreams, and she tossed and turned as her sleep was troubled. She was afraid that now the old woman would begin to force herself upon her.

 

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Mae Ling left an exhausted and naked Whisper asleep in her bed. It was the first time that Mae Ling had forced the little redheaded after being made to perform Missionary to sexually please her and had forced the girl to perform all kinds of degrading things, things that reminded the young concubine of the time when Culpepper and Mrs. Pentecost had used her during the time when the man was attempting to impregnate her.

Mae Ling sought out Ming after her day spent with the hapless beauty in her bed. Mae ling smiled up at her Master. “Shall we have Miss McGhee raped again Master?” Mae ling smiled “Six men this time?” she cooed, a wicked smile bowing her lips. “How delightful Mae.” Ming smiled, oh how he loved to watched as his little redheaded concubine was forcible raped, wagering with Mae Ling on how long before Whisper’s supple young body would betray her. The two planed the scenario where Whisper would be ganged raped by at least six of Ming’s guards dressed as boxers. There plans made Mae Ling left to serve Whisper her evening meal. That night the drugged little western beauty’s dreams were haunted sexual dreams. Whisper McGhee tossed and turned as her sleep was troubled. She was afraid that now the old woman would begin to force herself upon her, little realizing that Mae Ling was enjoying that hapless beauty’s charms at that very moment.

Whisper was being led by Mae Ling through the Palace to the room with the little pillow to await her Master when a commotion was heard. The sounds of fighting, rifle shots and shouting grew closer. “Run” shouted a guard and Mae Ling repeated the command. They ran down the corridors of the Palace, Whisper lost sight of Mae Ling, out into the garden the little redhead ran suddenly there were three men in front of her. Whisper saw in their eyes, lust, it was clear what they would do if they caught her. She turned on her hell and was confronted with three more men, all dressed as boxers. Whisper was trapped, there was no place to run, as the men surrounded her and began to close in.

Whisper was pushed from man to man, each man tearing at her clothing. They laughed as they slowly stripped the young redheaded western beauty. This was not the first time that Whisper was confronted by boxers and she knew only too well their hatred for foreigners and Missionaries, and it was well know that Ming’s little redheaded concubine had been a Missionary. These men would show her no mercy as they used her. The now naked young redhead was dragged into the garden pagoda by these men.

Ming and Mae ling watched as the men closed in on Whisper.

 

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Unaware that as she slept the devious old woman was sexually using her, Whisper’s dreams that night was sexually disturbing. Yet when she was awaken the next morning, she was alone in the bed.

She was given a black silk robe which she slipped into and fastened before being ushered out of the room where she slept. They appeared to be heading to the room where she always awaited for the Master, kneeling on the pillow on the floor.

However, they had not traveled far when suddenly there was a commotion in the distance with the sound of yelling and guns firing. It sounded as if there was an uprising and suddenly Whisper’s heart began to beat faster.

Run! Both the guard and the old woman were shouting at her. She and the old woman began running though Whisper really did not know where she was running. She started out running with the old woman behind her a bit slower, yet when she turned to check on the woman, Whisper found herself alone with the sound of shouting getting closer. Turning, she ran in the opposite direction, hoping to escape the fighting.

Suddenly, she was outside and she ran towards the garden. Turning a corner she found three men blocking her way. She had learned since the auction to breed a child with her that their dress was that of a boxer. Apparently the boxers hated Westerners, and missionaries in particular. She could see lust and desire in their eyes and knew that she had to get away.

She turned around and discovered 3 more boxers behind her, all with the same look in their eyes. Giving a cry, she tried to elude them but they easily caught her, pushing her from man to man as they slowly ripped her clothes from her body.

They laughed as their hands ran across her nude body, fingers pinching her buttocks. She screamed.

“No! Leave me alone! I belong to Ming! Ming is my Master!”

She knew, however, that they did not understand English, but she had to try. Nevertheless, they grabbed her and dragged her away towards that little garden house where her Master liked to use his machines on her. Yet somehow she suspected that using the machines was the last thing that they had in mind. She had seen that lustful look in their eyes.

“No!” She yelled thought they merely laughed and chattered away to each other as they dragged her.

 

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“No! Leave me alone! I belong to Ming! Ming is my Master!” Whisper had yelled as the six men had made had stripped her. “No!” the little redheaded beauty screamed, they merely laughed and chattered away to each other as they dragged whisper by her shimmering silky hair into the little pagoda and pushed her to the floor. As Whisper lay prostrate and naked at their feet the men formed a tight circle around the stunning young western beauty, her pale flawless skin seemed to firer their lust as did her firm young breasts. The men grinned down at Whisper McGhee and made obscene gesture with their hands and fingers that let the little redhead know exactly what they planned to do with her.

Ming watched as Whisper made a sudden and desperate dash in a desperate attempt to escape that the men easily throated as they laughed all the harder as they pushed Whisper back into the center of the circle. Suddenly the laughter stopped, the men’s eyes shown with an unholy lust for the little western redhead. Their body pressed close to Whisper’s, their hands mauled her breasts, pinched and probed her tight little ass, and fingers were shoved up her pussy as the men finger fucked the hapless young beauty.

Whisper McGhee could feel herself being borne down to the floor. Two men grabbed her wrist and pinned them above her head. Two more men grabbed the terrified girl’s trim little ankles and spread her legs wide, her pussy blossoming and her little hooded clit bared to their view. Then a burly man barked out a string of orders, the men pinning Whisper’s ankles nodded and jabbered in their sing song language, it was obvious the man was their leader. Slowly the two men drew the young redhead’s ankles up until Whisper was almost doubled in two, her puckered little anus, and blossoming pussy exposed and open to them. They held the little beauty in this humiliating position as their leader slowly took the sash from around his waist, to form a makeshift whip of it. Whisper heard the crack of the homemade whip and felt the explosion of pain as it left a crimson strip on her upturned and exposed ass. The man continued to whip Whisper’s exposed ass and delicate little pussy.

Ming and Mae Ling watched as the six men abused Whisper. “She will beg them to fuck her to stop the pain” Mae Ling cooed. “Then her gorgeous young body will betray her.” Ming simply smile “Ah but she will be with child Mae Ling or I shall have her raped until she is.”

Whisper McGhee’s fate was in her own hands. Fight these men and suffer, or given in to them, give them what they wanted and beg and plead with them to fuck her. The choice was simple become their little bitch in heat or suffer at their hands. In the end Whisper McGhee knew they would take what they wanted.

 

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Before she could catch her breath, these men had her on her back on the floor. It did no good to fight these men - after all she was one woman against 6 strong Boxer men. They easily overpowered her, so that they quickly had her hands pinned above her head on the floor.

Suddenly two more men nodded and each one grabbed a foot and brought her feet up by her hands. She felt like a folded slice of bread with her sex crudely exposed to their gaze.

It was not surprising when the leader removed his sash. She was well aware the the Boxers found it amusing to have sex with a Westerner. What surprised her was when he proceeded to whip her with it. The pain flared through her body as time after time the silk sash snapped against her buttocks. She screamed as her body seemed to be on fire, and yet he continued on.

Finally she could stand it no longer. Tears flowed from her eyes as her red buttocks felt on fire. She felt that a rape would be preferable to this torture.

“Please! Please! Stop!! I cannot stand the pain. Please! Anything but this torture!” Her sobs were loud and wracking, and the men seemed to find her pain amusing, laughing and talking between each other. She didn’t know if Ming had been murdered. Perhaps these men planned on killing her after they had their fun.

“Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything you want! Anything!” The men kept their hold tight on her hands and feet.

 

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Ming loved the little rape tableau that was playing out before him, his little redheaded concubine held pinned and doubled over, her delicate little pussy obscenely displayed to his men, and her puckered little anus available for their pleasure as well. Ming smiled as he heard the little western beauty begging and pleading with her rapist. “Please! Please! Stop!! I cannot stand the pain. Please! Anything but this torture!” as her firm round bottom was mercilessly whipped by the silken sash.

“Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything you want! Anything!” The man that whipped her so cruelly stilled his hand, Whisper’s tear shimmering eyes pleaded with her tormentor. Slowly he let the sash slip from his hands seemingly understanding that she would submit to his will. The man did not bother to strip but merely freed his cock, then knelt between the stunning little redhead’s wide spread thigh. His dark soulless eyes held hers as he entered her, one trust and he sank his cock into the little redheaded missionary’s tight little pussy. He raped Whisper for what seemed an eternity before he filled her fertile young womb with his seed. His lust seated for the moment the next man took his place and trust into the hapless young western beauty.

Each of the six men raped Whisper, when the last man had his way with the girl, they freed her hands and feet. The apparent leader of the men looped his sash around the girl’s slender neck, drew Whisper to her knees, and his mouth crushed to hers. His now revived cock pressed against Whisper’s abdomen. He slowly reclined drawing the little western beauty with him. Those dark eyes held the girl’s stunning emerald green eyes captive, it was clear he expected Whisper to come astride of him and mount his now ridged cock. Other cocks brushed her face hair and breasts as the men closed in around her, each demanding that she please them, each eager to fuck her again.

Whisper was alone, there was no one to come and rescue her, if she was to survive then she would have to become these men’s willing little whore.

 

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Her words seemed to be the ones that he wanted to hear as the whippings stopped. Her bottom and sex were so sore yet his next move told her what to expect. He dropped the sash and easily freed his member from the confines of his clothes. It was an angry looking thing, short and fat and while the other men held her obscenely spread out before him, the leader knelt down between her legs, quickly and purposefully thrusting into her sex. He spoke no words but merely grunted and eyes black as sin stared deep into her liquid green ones.

At one point he stopped and his fingers traced the red tattoo placed so long ago on her thigh near her sex. As if he recognized what it said, a brief smile crossed his lips before he renewed the rape with more vigor.

With a brutality that spoke of anger he seemed to rape her forever, while the rest of the men held her down and watched in silence. After what seemed like an eternity, the man grunted and thrusted deep and she felt the warmth of his seed filling her womb. He pulled out and the next man stepped up to kneel between her legs, his manhood already out and ready.

This man was long and thin and he easily sank into her well-lubed sex. Pain flared through her as his cockhead bumped against her cervix and he gave a grin as she gave a cry out in pain. This man too paused long enough to touch the tattoo on her thigh before continuing on. She wondered just what the tattoo said.

Gritting her teeth she bore the rape from the second man till he too shot his warm seed into her womb before pulling out to allow the third man to rape her.

Each man had his turn while the others held her arms and legs. The rape was brutal, with no words spoken other than grunts and groans. One man stunk, another man was heavy. One had bad teeth and one man had a scar over his eye. Each man made an effort to touch the mark burned in her skin and she wondered if perhaps these men were members Chi Low’s gang - pirates turned boxers. She did not know. Each man willingly raped her, depositing more and more seed into her.

Now that she knew that she was fertile, she suspected that she would probably become pregnant from this. She had hoped that any time now her Master and his guards would suddenly appear and rescue her from these men. But as the time progressed, she came to realize that if she was to survive this ordeal, she would have to please these men.

Once that last man had raped her, the men turned loose of her hands and feet allowing her to pull herself together. Before she could do anything else, the leader took that silk sash and wrapped it around her neck. At first she feared that she would be strangled as he pulled her against him, kissing her hard. She could feel the excess seed sliding down the inside of her leg as his manhood pressed into her belly.

Slowly he reclined and she realized that she was expected to ride the the hard manhood that rose firm from his groin. She had no choice.

A tear rolled from her eye as she did so, feeling that short fat member slip into her sex. The others gathered around, thrusting their manhoods into her face, her hair, her body. The smell of sex was pungent in the air. She felt fingers pressed deep in her anus as if checking to see if it could be used too.

She rode the man, the desire to survive strong. This was a different woman from the one first raped by the pirate Chi Low. Different from the woman raped by the dwarf. Different from the woman first sold into a life of sexual slavery. Gone were her naive carefree days at the seminary. As Ming’s concubine she had been taught the ways to please a man, and she now used them in the hopes of survival. She had to make these men want to keep her.

Her body undulated as she tried to make this leader feel important. Potient. Virile.

 

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Whisper McGhee was alone, there was no one to come and rescue her, if she was to survive then she would have to become these men’s willing little whore. A single tear trickled down the young girl’s flawless cheek as she lowered herself down on the man’s cock. The little redhead’s gorgeous young body sensually and seductively undulated as she tried to make this man, leader feel important. She rode the man, the desire to survive strong.

The other men had gathered around Whisper, their hands mauling her breasts, their fingers probing her anus. The slapped her angelic face with their hard cocks, they brushed her moist ripe lips with their ridged cocks demanding that the little redheaded western beauty please them. There was nothing for the hapless young beauty to do that to try and satisfy as many of her rapist as she could at one time.

Ming leaned forward and watched Whisper McGhee’s repeated rape. He watched as his young concubine became their willing whore in her bid to just survive. Yet there was a danger in giving herself to these evil men, she in fact might truly become their little whore. That her traitorous supple young body would embrace the pain and the physical act of being so thoroughly fucked by so many men that she would take flight once more, and soar higher that she had ever flown before.

Mae Ling loved the sorrow and anguish she saw in Whisper McGhee stunning emerald green eyes. The old woman loved the way that that anguish slow became something else. Mae Ling could see in those soft tear shimmering eyes the first signs of Whisper’s unwanted arousal.

For three days Ming allowed his guards to rape his little redheaded concubine. Whisper was laying on the floor of the pagoda her angelic face, hair and breasts covered in their cum. The sounds of guns, and then her Master was there gathering Whisper into his arms, cradling her like a child as he carried her from the place of her rape. “All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now!” Mae Ling followed in their wake as Ming carried his little redheaded concubine back into his palace.

 

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Over and over, again and again she was forced to please these men, to give them full access to her body, to make them think that she wanted nothing more than to give them pleasure. While their leader reclined expecting her to ride his manhood, the rest of his men gathered around her pinching and prodding her body.

Suddenly, there was a push upon her back forcing her to bend over the leader while still impaled upon him. Strong hands pulled apart her ass cheeks and she felt one of the men ram his member deep into her anus and begin to vigorously rape her ass.

Effectively sandwiches between the two men, there was laughter in her ear as the man in her anus said something in his singsong language and the other men laughed.

For hours she was used over and over by the men. In order to survive, it became necessary to embrace what was happening. Accept it. As far as she knew, these men would kill her should she not become their concubine, their whore, their sexual plaything. Over and over she was expected to lick and suck their members, always tasting not only herself but the other men’s seed. At various times there would be a different man furiously using all three orafices at once.

Finally, exhausted, she passed out while one man loomed over her once more filling her sex with his seed. Her dreams were filled with sex and her sleep would be interrupted as yet one of the other men would want to use her in another way.

Time was lost to her. She had no idea how long these boxers had her. She would wake up with one of the men slapping her awake and expecting her to participate. The whole room smelled of sex and seed and body odors. The skin between her legs was sticky. At one point one of the men threw a bucket of water over her, in an attempt to wash some of the stink off of her.

Then they once again started to use her, feeding her only their spendings while laughing at her. And occasionally she would allow herself to fly, hoping to please the men as she moaned and groaned and shuddered.

She tried not to think about whether she would become pregnant from this. What would these men do to a woman with child?

She knew not how long they had her. How many days? Or was it weeks? Laying on the floor of the garden house, her body was coated with their spendings. Every orafice was filled beyond its capacity until it leaked on the floor beneath her. Her hair was matted and her body was crusted with their seed.

She barely heard the sound of gunfire nor did she understand what the men said. And then they were gone.

As if a dream, her Master was there, picking her up gently and cradling her as he carried her away. Soft words spoken to her.

All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now!

She cried in his arms, feeling safe. And then she passed out from hunger and exhaustion.

 

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Ming had set the parameters for Whisper’s rape and the little tableau of her rescue yet it was Mae Ling who had selected the men of Ming’s guard who would rape the little redheaded western beauty. Mae Ling had selected men who were secret Boxers or sympathetic with their movement and held a vindictive hatred for the western foreign devils, and in particular foreign missionaries. It made no difference that Miss Whisper McGhee had never even reached the Mission at Lui Tai before she was taken by Chi Low, raped, and then sold into sexual slavery, all that mattered was that the little redheaded beauty was a foreign Missionary and that she was theirs now to use and abuse as they pleased. Ming had enjoyed the three days as he watched the gang rape and humiliation of Miss McGhee. Mae Ling loved watching the stunning young beauty’s gorgeous young body betray her, and her fall from grace as she willingly became the men’s little whore.

Ming became Whisper’s rescuer the man who had saved her from those horrible men who had raped her, cruelly used her, and had abused her supple young body. It was Ming who enfolded Whisper in the strength of his arms, held her close and whispered, “All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now!” and took his young concubine into the safety of the palace. Mae Ling followed in their wake as Ming carried his little redheaded concubine back into his palace.

Ming carried the girl to the bathing chamber, Mae Ling readied the bath, but it was Ming that at first bathed Whisper washing away her attackers’ seed and all traces of her ordeal. Slowly Whisper McGhee bath became more and more sensual and darkly seductive. Mae Ling then joined in bathing the young redhead as both Ming and Mae Ling sensually seduced Whisper’s gorgeous supple body and Ming softly whispered again and again “All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now!”.

In time Ming would know if his little concubine was with child from her rape. Yet he was already planning on her next rape if she were not.

 

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Warmth slowly invaded her senses. The smell of jasmine and sandalwood tickled her nose. Gentle hands softly washing her skin, cleaning away the smell of those horrible men and what they had done to her. What they had forced her to do in order to survive.

Kind words reassuring her that all was safe now that her Master was here. Her eyes fluttered open to find him looking down at her as he held her in the warm water. He himself was washing her, cleaning her breast from the crusty seed. He was smiling at her and she felt so glad to see him.

All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now!

She was relieved that he had survived and tears filled her eyes. Her voice soft as she asked, “Master, you are all right?” He assured her as the old woman’s hands washed the filth from her hair, gradually bringing out its coppery warmth in the long tresses.

All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now!

His hands slipped between her legs, washing away the traces of her rape, cleaning her body in the fragrant warm water. Smaller fingers seemed everywhere, finding crevices and places on her body to rub and awaken. She shivered as her Master bent to suck a cleaned nipple, making it fat with desire.

All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now!

It was some time before she realized that it was both her Master and the old woman working together to reawaken her body. She tried to let him know that she had no choice in the matter. The men had raped her.

Yet every time that she tried to speak he would shush her, assuring her All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now! she finally gave up and accepted what was happening.

Gently in the warm water he entered her, the scented water cradling her as her Master’s seed was deposited into her womb while the old woman’s lips sucked and licked Whisper’s body. It was a mixture of wet skin and sex as the three of them seemed to repeated join and come apart only to join again. Somehow Whisper accepted it all, almost embracing it as a thank you for rescuing her.

When she awoke she was in her own bed and the old woman was bringing her food. Whisper realized that she was starving and she sat up, happy to be allowed the luxury of eating in bed. The covers fell away and her bare breast heavy with their rosy nipples seemed to draw the old woman’s attention. Whisper pretended not to notice.

As she ate, she tried talking to the old woman about her worries.

“Those men raped me for so long. What if I become pregnant from it?”

 

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Whisper McGhee’s bath after her ordeal was a sensual and seductive affair for both her mind and supple young body. All her fears and mental anguish for what had happened to her, done to her, and she herself had willingly done to survive was answered by one simple statement All is well Miss McGhee I am here Now! Ming offering her weary mind with a straw to grasp to, a hope to cling two, as slowly the little redheaded Missionary melted into his embrace.

Yet it was not only Whisper’s mind that Ming seduced but the young girl’s gorgeous young body as well. The bath was slow and sensual as the physical signs of Whisper’s rape were washed away by her master. Then the seduction of her body, his lips on hers, his body between her legs, and his seed flooding her fertile young womb. Mae Ling’s hands and mouth gentle, sensual, as she too took her pleasure from Whisper McGhee stunning young body. Both Master and Mistress bring whisper unimagined pleasure, for after all they had saved her, from those men.

When Whisper awoke she was in her own bed and the Mae Ling was bringing her food. As she ate, she tried talking to the Mae Ling about her worries. “Those men raped me for so long. What if I become pregnant from it?”

“Hush girl do not say such a think less the master hears it. A child would be your down fall.”

Mae planted the doubt of fear in the naive little fallen missionaries mind. Then dastard struck as Ming announced he would be attending the Empress and Whisper was to remain at the palace. If Ming was gone for more than a month then it Whisper was with child there would be no doubts that it was not Ming’s

 

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Hush girl do not say such a think less the master hears it. A child would be your down fall.

Whisper’s eyes grew wide with fear. “Your Master is busy now and does not have time for you. But when he does come back to you, hope that your belly is still flat.”

The woman’s words struck fear in Whisper. What if she were pregnant? Could they not give her some of that bitter tea like before?

“What about the bitter tea that you used to give me? Could you not give some of that to me?”

Mae Ling suddenly found herself torn. She enjoyed torturing the redheaded missionary. Whisper had usurped her own place in Ming’s heart she did believe. Granted, the girl was young - much younger than herself.

Her marriage to Ming had been arranged as all marriages were in China. And despite being a few years older than her husband, it was an honorable and acceptable one.

But there was one thing that she could not do. She was barren and unable to produce offspring for her husband. Ming was not happy. A man likes to have progeny to show his virility.

And so began the the parade of concubines to warm her husband’s bed. Eventually he fathered a child by Daiyu, the daughter of a merchant that was unable to pay what he owed to Ming. Ming had her brought here and examined to determine if the girl was untried. Then Mae Ling secretly watched as night after night her husband slept with the woman until he was certain that she carried his child. When his son was born, the child and his mother were moved to a separate part of the palace where the child and mother lived in seclusion.

Mae Ling had hoped that he would now return to her. But instead, she found that all it did was awaken an appetite in her husband for women. It was a small collection of concubines, but Whisper was his first Westerner. And in order to remain close to her husband, she had developed a taste for his women though deep down inside, she was jealous of their youth and fertility.

So now she found herself torn. One side of her enjoyed the fear and worry that she could instill within the redheaded missionary at the thought that her Master would be angry at a pregnancy. The other side enjoyed the thought that should Whisper not become pregnant that Ming had planned another rape scenario for the concubine. She had so enjoyed watching the degradation that the woman had been forced to endure with the six ‘boxers’ using the young woman for three days. She and Ming had fallen asleep together as they happily watched Whisper’s rape. Even the cleaning of the young woman’s body and seduction of her as she and Ming enjoyed her felt like a victory for herself. And the idea of the woman having to endure another rape pleased her immensely. Perhaps eventually her husband would tire of the redhead and sell her as a courtesan in a brothel. Or sell her to the Boxers so that they could use her as their own prostitute. Or just keep her separate and use the woman solely as breeding stock.

“Bitter tea? No no, I told you that it is not possible to obtain anymore.”

“Oh.” Whisper’s voice was small and she felt hopeless. Mae Ling paused, and seemed to be thinking. When she spoke again, Whisper held her breath.

“If you say nothing to anyone, I will see if I can get some.” Whisper nodded her head, hope shining in her eyes. Perhaps there was a chance.

Mae Ling stepped forward, her dark eyes looking intently at Whisper. She spoke softly. “There is of course a price for all of this.” She reached out and purposefully placed a hand over Whisper’s warm breast, her thumb rubbing the nipple as it hardened from the attention.

Whisper closed her eyes. Did she really have any choice?

 

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Mae Ling saw the fear in Whisper’s stunning emerald green eyes, the fear that if she was with child that her Master might sell her. The young redheaded Missionary turned to Mae Ling her voice trembling as she asked, “What about the bitter tea that you used to give me? Could you not give some of that to me?” Mae Ling waved her hand “Bitter tea? No, no, I told you that it is not possible to obtain anymore.” “Oh.” There was a deep sadness in Whisper’s voice like a lost frightened child small and hopeless.

Mae ling study the young redhead and looked from side to side as if making sure that they could not be over heard. “If you say nothing to anyone, I will see if I can get some.” Mae Ling saw hope shine in Whisper’s emerald green eyes as she nodded her head Yes Mae Ling yet that thin thread of hope take root in the desperate young western beauty’s heart. Mae Ling boldly forwards Whisper closing the distance between them, her dark eyes gazing intently at the hopeful young beauty. Mae Ling’s voice was softly, and sensual as she spoke. “There is of course a price for all of this.” She reached out and purposefully placed a hand over Whisper’s warm breast. Her dark eyes held the girl’s and Mae Ling’s thumb rubbing Whisper’s nipple through the thin material of her robe and smiled as the girl’s nipple hardened from the attention. “I shall take you as a lover Miss McGhee, you will give yourself to me, and I will get you the bitter tea.”

Mae Ling stepped back and sat on the edge of Whisper’s bed. She watched as Whisper’s eyes fluttered closed, Mae had left the girl with really no choice. “Remove your robe and come to me my sweet little redheaded concubine.”

Ming was gone for a month and Whisper had become Mae Ling’s lover and concubine. The fallen redheaded missionary knew she had to do as her new mistresses desired or be denied the black bitter tea. What Whisper McGhee did not know was that a harmless bitter herb had been added to ordinary black tea. By the “New Moon” it was clear that Whisper was not with child. Mae Ling let Ming know by messenger a return message directed Mae Ling to arrange that Miss McGhee be raped again. Mae Ling smiled and began to lay her plans.

Mae Ling could see that Whisper McGhee was beside herself with joy for she was not with child. The girl walked the gardens and even hummed to herself. Mae watched as a little ox driven cart pulled up to the garden and an old man got down and began racking. When Whisper turned her attention away two men slipped from the cart and hood was thrown over her head and she was bound hand and foot and thrown into the cart. In her dark solitude it seemed like an eternity as the cart rattled down and , what must be away from her Master’s palace. The little redhead had to wonder if her Master would ever find her again. At last whisper was carried from the cart, down a long staircase and laid on a stone floor, once again she was left alone. How long she was there alone the little redhead would never know, finally she heard muffled footfalls on the steps drawing near to where she lay.

 

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Her life was hopeless. In order to ensure that she was not carrying a child from the rape that she had endured, she would have to become lover to this woman. Only then would she be able to procure the bitter tea which would make sure that she was not pregnant.

This place was surely hell. As ordered, she slipped the silk robe from her body and entered complete degradation. No longer was her bed her own. Now every night the old woman kissed and sucked her way across the most intimate parts of Whispers body, drinking freely from Whisper’s cup. And Whisper was expected to do the same to the old woman.

Finally the time arrived and to Whisper’s relief her flow appeared. The entire time she was happy, for she feared that to become pregnant would anger her Master. And if angered he might sell her.

Then about a week after her flow had ceased, she was in the garden enjoying the day. Spring was coming and there was a bit of a nip in the air as she walked through the waking garden.

There was a sudden rustling sound behind her when suddenly something dark and heavy was thrown over her head. Strong hands quickly and efficiently tied her hands together while other hands tied her ankles tightly. Her cries were effectively muffled and suddenly she found herself picked up and thrown in the back of some kind of cart.

She rolled around in the back of the transport, unable to cry for help or escape. Sliding and banging from side to side, whoever had kidnapped her was slowly taking her further and further away from her Master. After what felt like hours of travel, they finally stopped.

Strong rough hands picked her up. She still could not see who the person was or where they had taken her. It felt as if she had been thrown over a large strong shoulder and carried down a staircase. The muffled sound of squeaking metal could be heard. She was then laid on a cold stone floor before she heard the sound of a squeak and a slamming of an iron door.

It seemed like hours that she was left there, still tied and blindfolded. She cried. She tried to get loose. Nothing worked. Then finally she heard a muffled sound of footsteps down a stairs, then a key unlocking a door. The footsteps seemed to stop right beside her.

Suddenly the blanket over her head was removed. Despite the murky light she squinted as she lay on the floor looking up at her captor. The man was huge - probably some sort of guard or such. He could even be a Boxer though he was not dressed as such.

He spoke though it was his native tongue and she understood none of it. A sly grin crossed his face and she instinctively knew what the man would want.

Quickly he cut the ropes that held her hands and feet captive before motioning to a corner of the room. She found a pallet filled with straw - an obvious bed - on the stone floor. Slowly she stood and walked to it. The man stopped her as she reached it, and ripped the silk gown off her body before roughly muttering something and giving her a nudge. She understood.

The man stood over her, bringing out his manhood. It was large. Not as big as Culpepper’s, but not far off. With his boot he nudged her legs apart and knelt between them. Picking her legs up to rest them on his shoulders he rammed into her without fanfare. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

With each thrust he grunted, her body rocking back and forth as he used her. Finally after several minutes he thrusted deep into her and she felt his seed enter her.

Then he was through leaving her laying there in the pallet. She heard his footsteps head up the stairs and all was quiet.

She appeared to be in a dungeon like room, with stone walls, floor and ceiling. In the far corner was a bucket to be used as a toilet. And there was the bed - a straw-filled pallet on the floor.

In a while she heard more footsteps. She sat still on the pallet and waited. The door was unlocked and a different man appeared. Closing the door behind, he crossed to her and took out his member, giving an order in Chinese. The implications were obvious.

She laid back as he quickly entered her. Like the man before, he said nothing but merely used her, depositing his seed before leaving.

It felt as if she had been stolen to be used by the men of the village. Different men would arrive, fuck her, and then leave. She counted 22 different men, all Chinese or similar race. None spoke English. Periodically food would be brought, which had to be paid with her body. She was fed rice and some sort of meat. Another bucket of water with a cup that hung off the side was for drinking. Occasionally she would be given a type of rice wine. Not a lot but enough to give her a fuzzy head. That of course was to be paid for with sex.

She lost track of how many times she was used, though unlike the rape of before, this rape was a slower but steady thing. Sometimes there would be a space between the men, and other times it would feel like these men were lined up outside the door, with a man coming into her cell before she could sit up. Some men were big, some small, some fat and some thin. And they never used any other orafice other than her sex. Oh, they might suck an occasional nipple or stick a thumb in her anus if they had her on all fours, as if using it for a handle. She also lost track of how long she was kept by these men. It felt like weeks.

What she could not see in the corners of the ceiling were small viewports where eyes could periodically watch. Eyes that delighted in the various ways that each man fucked the redheaded missionary. Sometimes on her back, sometimes on all fours, or standing and pressed up against a wall. One man always delighted in spanking the pale white Western ass as he fucked her, delighting in watching it turn bright red as he filled her womb with his seed. Each man, as he headed back to the outside, would proudly proclaim that the whore must surely be now carrying his child. And she did not know that these men had been promised a bonus if they managed to get her pregnant.

And then, one day things changed. As if saying goodbye the men came in, one immediately after the other. It was an orderly rape, with her body forced to accept each man and his seed. Then after the last one, she was tied up as she had been when first taken. She was still nude and she could feel the sticky seed seeping from her sex to smear between her thighs. Finally the blanket was thrown over her head and she was thrown over a broad shoulder.

The part of the blanket over her buttocks was lifted and cool air brushed against it before suddenly there were many hands rubbing her ass, fingers probing her anus or entering her sex.

Then back up the steps and she was placed back in the cart and she felt the travel begin. For hours they seemed to travel over rocks and trails before the stopped and she was left on the ground. Then she heard the cart leave and she was all alone.

Muffled voices could be heard as hands rolled her over and she found herself looking up at a guard. She glanced around and saw that she had been left outside the gates to the palace.

A couple of days later she realized that she was probably pregnant.

 

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Mae Lee had watched the little redheaded Missionary’s ravishment with evil delight. She had given Whisper over to the gardeners to do with as they pleased but that no matter how they amused them self with the girl’s gorgeous young body they would also fuck her. Mae Ling was determined that Miss Whisper McGhee would be with a half Chinese child by the time her ordeal was through. Mae Ling had delighted that as each man came to claim the lithe western beauty’s supple young body Whisper lost track of how many times she was used, though unlike the rape of before, this rape was a slower but steady thing with a seemingly endless line of men that came to user her and Mae Ling smiled in evil delight each time the Whisper’s gorgeous, supple young body betrayed her and she screamed out her shameful sexual ecstasy.

After a week of being repeatedly taken, used in the most humiliating ways and abused Whisper McGhee was once more bound hand and foot, naked as the day she was born. The young girl finally heard muffled voices, hands rolled her over and Whisper found herself looking up at one of Ming’s guard. She glanced around and saw that she had been left outside the gates to the palace. Mae Ling came to her and covered Whisper’s naked body with a silken robe and ordered her to be brought into the palace. “What happened to you Miss McGhee?” there was concern in the old woman’s voice.

There was concern on the old woman’s face. “The Master will want to know of this outrage.” The unspoken but real danger was if Whisper was indeed with child. They both knew if she was and Ming found out then Whisper might be sold off. Mae Ling let the young redhead’s fear grow for several days before she approached the girl. “Master Ming will be at the imperial court for ten more months attending the Empress he need never know; of course the child would have to be sent away immediately.” Mae Ling paused for a moment, “Of course you would have to continue to be my lover Miss McGhee.”

Mae ling knew Whisper had little choice and what a delicious torture to see her babe only to have it whisked away and this time the little western beauty would know the child lived.

 

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And so slowly the months passed as gradually Whisper’s belly grew. What surprised her was despite her expanding belly, the old woman still wanted sex with her. It did not matter that she found such things disgusting, she knew that she must do so in order that the woman would keep her secret. If Ming should discover that she had become pregnant without his approval, no matter that it was rape quite against her will, it would outrage him and he would sell her.

Slowly her graceful walk became an awkward waddle as the baby grew within her. She tried to not become attached to the tiny life growing within her. First, what if the baby should not live? They had never even told her if her first child had been a boy or a girl.

As her time grew near, she began to worry. What if Ming should cut his visit short with the Empress and return? Or if the Empress should release him to return home? What if the baby should die, like the child before? And if the baby should survive, what was to happen to him or her?

It was in a bright sunny day that she walked outside in the garden with Mae Ling. The physician had told them that she should give birth soon so the old woman had her walking, telling her stories that were told to generations of Chinese children. For a brief time, she almost felt as if she were being treated as an equal - not as a slave. Little did she know that inwardly the old woman was laughing at her, eager for the birth of the baby.

When her water broke, she was escorted into the same birthing room that she had been in little over a year ago. For hours she sweated and screamed, groaning and pushing until the little baby entered the world. With a cry, little fists waved in the air as if in angry defiance.

Mae Ling smiled at her as the baby was placed in her arms. Crying, Whisper’s baby boy looked up as she spoke lovingly to him. As his crying stopped, he seemed to recognize her voice, his eyes with their slant to them reminding her of the kidnap and rape, wondering briefly which of the men had fathered this baby.

“Ian McGhee, mother is here.” She kissed his forehead, but suddenly her heart was torn from her. Mae Ling, with a smile on her face, took the baby out of her arms and handed to one of the waiting Chinese women in attendance. With a sudden wail, Ian was wrapped in cloths and rushed from the room.

With a fake smile on her face, Mae Ling told her, “We must get you in shape before your Master returns. You must work hard to remove the traces of the baby that you just bore. Drink this.” And with that she was given a tea to dry up the milk that filled her breast.

And so began her daily work to remove the traces that Ian existed. But in her heart she knew and asked the old woman how he fared. The woman would only shake her head and tell her that it was better that she forget her child. Yet at night, she was still required to lay with the woman, to fill her sexual wants and desires, and to be used however the old woman wished.

 

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There was no denying that Whisper’s babe was part Chinese his slanted eyes proclaiming that his father was one of her numerous rapists. Of course the fallen little redheaded missionary would never know which man had got her with child. Yet as she spoke to the wee babe he seemed to recognize Whisper’s voice and smiled and cooed at her as he lay on her breast in the security of her arms. “Ian McGhee, mother is here.” Whisper whispered and smiled at him.

There was a wicked gleam in Mae Ling’s eyes she took the baby out of the hapless girl’s arms and handed him to one of the Chinese women in attendance. With a sudden wail, Ian was wrapped in cloths and rushed from the room. “We must get you in shape before your Master returns. You must work hard to remove the traces of the baby that you just bore. Drink this.” Mae Ling smiled and with that Whisper was given a tea to dry up the milk that filled her breast. For the second time in her young life Whisper McGhee’s child was taken from her. Whisper’s life truly began to unravel from that day. She was now forced to be Mae Ling’s lover, to give herself freely to the old woman and to hold nothing back from her less Mae Ling would tell the “Master” of the child that Whisper had born while he served the Empress.

Ming managed Whisper’s breeding as he would manage the breeding of a prized filly. The men were selected for their strength and ability to either produce boys, or their ability to produce girls that could later be sold as concubines. As the years went by Whisper was shared from time with dignitaries that came to visit, more than once Whisper found herself once more with child, and as soon as she was delivered the child would be taken from her and the girl was told that the father wanted it as a memento of their nights together. As the years passed Whisper’s youthful girlish figure became that of a mature woman, her beauty had not faded, but as her figure matured Ming seemed to lose interest in Whisper. More and more their time together was spent in the garden pagoda with Whisper’s mechanical lovers, and the crack of the whip as it decorated her pale flawless shin with an enteric lace pattern of crimson stripes. Yet each night Mae ling demanded that the girl come to her as her lover.

The year that Mae Ling died Whisper was told that a new western beauty would soon be coming to the palace and that she would be the one to train her in her duties as Ming new sexual concubine.

 

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Truly Whisper McGhee’s life was not her own. With little Ian taken from her, Whisper’s heart was broken and she feared Ming’s wrath. Despite the fact that it was not her fault that she had been raped and bore a child, she was afraid that her Master would blame her and she would be sold and sent away. Or that he would blame the child and do harm to him.

Once her Master returned, he appeared to have no knowledge of Ian. However, to keep that secret she was forced to make love every night to the old woman, something that she found appalling, but she had no choice.

Ming had never really been one for conventional sex, instead preferring to have one of his steam machines use her sex while he seemed to delight in using her anus. Yet she began to notice that over time his interest seemed to wane somewhat with her though he never seemed to lose his interest in having her tied to his relentless steam sex machines.

There were times when Ming would let a guard or some other man have sex with her, seeming to delight in the thought that this man would use her. The man would usually fill her womb over and over with his seed during the period of a day or two before her being returned back to her Master.

Occasionally Ming would entertain some diplomat and Whisper would know that she would be expected to also entertain the diplomat. These men were usually nicer to her than the guards, almost as if they were wooing her. She would feel more like a woman with these men instead of a thing for sex. She really did not like being used by the boxers as their hatred of Westerners and in particular Missionaries made them horrible to be with. They would delight in tying her up, or using various types of whips and such on her. Those things she did not like.

So many times she would find herself pregnant from these trysts yet Ming would merely smile and not use her on the machines as if he feared that to do so would cause her to lose the child. And yet, each time that she would bear a child, she would be allowed to hold him or her in her arms long enough to give the child a name and kiss its forehead before the babe would be taken from her. Never once was she allowed to suckle her baby. And never again would she see the child, occasionally being told that the father wanted to raise it, being able to give it a better life.

Over the years, she lost favor with Ming as her youth and beauty faded. Oh, her red hair and green eyes still drew looks of desire from the Chinese men that she frequently was forced to sleep with, but the only time that she was used by her Master was when he put her on the sex machines, and then he no longer used her anus for sexual release. Instead, he had taken to whipping her ass with some sort of whip, over and over until it would be bright red and cross crossed with bright red welts. Then later that night, as she was forced to be Mae Ling’s lover, the woman would smear a soothing cream all over her sore bottom as she explained that the Master had a new concubine to play with. She hated her life, but she knew that this was all that she had.

Eventually the old woman taught her about the powders and herbs that she handled - from the bitter tea herb to even one that could kill rats and other vermin. One in particular was used to help the Master raise his tired penis if there was a young concubine that he wished to use. She was shown how to mix the concoction and would then have to deliver it to his chambers. She was taught to say that she had his Special Tea and during those times she would get a glance of the newest interest - usually some young Asian beauty all slim and frightened, with wide black eyes that watched her as the naked thing huddled on her Master’s bed. Whisper would bow and leave, knowing that she must return to the old woman to please her however the old woman wished.

During the years of her servitude to Ming and Mae Ling, she kept track of the number of children that she had. The first one had died, but she had had 5 girls and 7 boys. Each time, she had bestowed upon each child a kiss and a Western name, though she had no idea if the child had been allowed to keep that name. Though she did not know what sex the first child had been, nor even if the child was half Chinese or if it had been from Culpepper’s loins, she did know that all the rest were half Chinese and half English. And though most did have a slant to their eyes and black hair that would belie their heritage, a few were born with eyes that favored her - no slant and/or green eyes instead of black. And some would have a head topped with red hair instead of the coarse black hair.

One day, as she was strapped to the steam-driven sex machine while her Master whipped her, a servant rushed in and bowed, speaking rapidly to Ming. Her Master grew pale and stopped, turning the machine off. Saying something to the servant, he quickly left and the servant immediately began to unfasten her from the machine. The man seemed unmoved by what he had witnessed between her and the Master and she suspected that in his years of servitude the man had probably seen more than this. Once he untied her, he left without a word leaving her alone with her thoughts.

After all these years, she still could not speak but a word or two of Chinese as apparently Ming had wanted to keep her in the dark. Left alone yet free from the machine she quickly donned her silk robe and wandered around the grounds. Eventually she found a woman that knew enough English to give her the news.

Mae Ling was dead. Whisper felt as if a great burden had been lifted. She dared not show her happiness or there would be consequences. When Ming finally came to give her the news, he said that she had been sitting in the Great Hall when her heart gave out.

Finally, her nights were her own. Only very occasionally would she be given to a man to entertain for the evening. And since she now knew where Mae Ling’s stash of herbs and powders were kept, she could now take the bitter tea to prevent any child from being placed in her womb. She was pleased about this. Just to be safe, she hid a portion of all the herbs and powders that Mae Ling had taught her about in case Ming should have them removed.

One day, Ming announced to her that he had purchased a Western beauty, young and pure, to be his newest concubine. Since the lady spoke mainly English, he needed Whisper to instruct the new concubine in exactly how to please her new Master.

Already Whisper felt sorry for the girl, knowing how frightening and overwhelming her new life would be. She was told to wait in her room and the young lady would be brought to her. Someone from home? Maybe someone that could tell her about life now back where there was no such thing as concubines or of people being sold to others.

 

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The morning dawned bright and clear, the buds of the garden where just blooming and the sun was warm upon Whisper McGhee’s face. Mae ling was dead and her nights were once more her own. Her Master seldom called for her, though Whisper was still a stunning beauty; it was a beauty of an older woman and not a rosy cheeked girl. Oh she was still a treasured gift as she was given to given to Ming’s honored guests for their sexual enjoyment or perversities. Whisper was also given as a sexual play toy to visiting Diplomats that know came to court the growing power of the Peacock Throne sense the triumph of the Boxers over the European armies. Many of these men were European and looked down on Whisper as she was Ming’s concubine and they saw her as betraying her European heritage, and they were bound to make her pay by indulging their most perverse sexual passions with her gorgeous supple body. Yet the sun was warm and Whisper was free of Mae Ling.

There was a sudden excitement that seemed to grip Ming’s place, an air of expectation. A Chinese woman, that could barely speak English came running to fetch Whisper, ”The Master wants you…….you Come.” Whisper was brought into the presence of Ming. He was standing in that dark room she knew so well. The little redheaded Missionary knew what was expected of her and sank to her knees at the feet of her Master. Ming simple said rise, a most unusual command. “Miss McGhee a knew concubine will arrive shortly you will instruct her in what is required of her and bring her hear to await my pleasure.” With that Ming turned on his heel and left.

It was mid afternoon when the sedan chair arrived carrying Ming’s new little concubine. This was not the first concubine that Whisper had been instructed to meet, by Ming. She knew that she would have to have the girl dressed in the form fitting silken robe and then bring the poor thing to that room and kneel waiting her new Master’s pleasure. When Whisper McGhee drew back the curtain of the sedan chair it was not some poor Chinese girl but a very young European girl with tawny copper hair a shade or two lighter than Whisper’s own copper red hair. Whisper was at a loss for words as memories of her own arrival here at Ming’s Palace came rushing back to her. The girl was young perhaps no more than nineteen but Whisper, knowing her Master’s taste thought perhaps younger.

“My name is Charity why have I been brought her Miss?” It was clear that the young redhead was frightened, but she lifted her chin and looked Whisper in the eye. “They told me I was sold to save the mission.” The girl’s stunning azure blue eyes searched Whisper’s in a gaze of rising hope. “Am I to be your maid?