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The Jade Pavilion Book II : The Rise of Li Chang

Chapter 155 The Claws of the Cat

Chapter 155 The Cat Claws Again

Chapter 155   The Claws of the Cat

 

 

During the interval between the final searing stroke of the thorn-switch and the  sounding of four bells, Captain Andrew McMahon, alarmed by the way Erika had nearly strangled when she had slipped off the blocks, ordered Deng-shan to remove the hangman's noose that encircled her pretty neck.

 

In order to do so, though, Deng had to undo the Mermaid's Necklace first.

 

The handyman of the Yang-tze Dragon approached Erika, gratified by the tugging upward pressure the nipple-chains of the Necklace had put on her luscious tit-mounds.  He stared hungrily at her upthrust breasts, transfixed by the way the crimping chain links had compressed the delicate pink tips of Erika's voluptuous pleasure-globes into thick, throbbing buttons. Earlier, when he had used his pincers to crimp the edges of the wire mesh painfully tight around the bases of Erika's swollen nipple buds he had given little thought to how he would undo them. His only interest then had been to insure that the bits of metal bit into her engorged nipples with merciless tenacity.

 

Taking up his pincers Deng began the job, and to Erika's dismay, she found that the removal of the nipple-crimpers was every bit as distressing as their emplacement had been.  The long-legged beauty gasped in pain as Deng-shan tried to insert the edge of the jaws of the pincers into the infinitesimal gap between the slender ringlets of wire and Erika's inflamed right nipple.  Time and again his efforts misfired, and he managed only to stab Erika's aching nugget with the edge of the  sharp-pronged pincers.  Finally, however, Deng managed to secure a grip on one end of the slender metal band, and he slowly began to peel it away from Erika's throbbing nubbin.

 

Staccato bursts of pain accompanied the rebirth of the nerves in Erika's newly liberated nipple as Deng, still holding the end of the chain in his pincers, unwound it from Erika's pretty neck.  Then, after giving Jasper Slegg a furtive wink, he let the end of the chain slip through the jaws of the pincers. The free end of the chain slid quickly down the front of Erika's body until its descent was pulled up short by its other anchor – the tip of Erika's left breast.

 

The tenderness of Erika's nipple multiplied the scant weight of the chain several-fold.  Every instinct, every muscle, every nerve in her body directed her to lean forward to ease the stress on her swollen love-button, but the noose around her neck precluded any such notion.

 

Smiling wickedly, Deng-shan swatted at the end of the chain, making it swing back and forth like a pendulum, adding to Erika's misery, while he unknotted the noose around her neck and slipped it off.  Moments later he kicked out the foot-blocks on which she stood, allowing her nude body to swing free.  Erika's long, shapely legs flailed futilely in the air for a long moment  before Cheng and Kai eased their grip on her wrist-ropes, lowering her slightly so that her bare feet could just reach the brine-moist deck of the ship.

 

And there Erika waited, naked, panting, defenseless, on the restlessly rising and falling  deck of the Yangtze Dragon, her lash-marked body a sailor's offering to the capricious gods of the China sea. The men of the Dragon moved for and aft, attending to their sundry duties, but never ignoring for long the golden-haired Lorelei baking in the hot sun. As the minutes wore on, the heat and humidity became more and more oppressive, enveloping Erika's nude body in a glistening patina of perspiration that gave her creamy flesh an enticing glow. 

 

 As Erika struggled in her bonds, her blonde hair tossing lightly in the wind, she tried to take sustenance, as sun-worshipers have done since the dawn of time, from the healing warmth of the sun, hoping to coax from the golden globe in the heavens enough  strength and courage to endure the next cycle of her punishment….

 

 

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During the interval Jasper Slegg had puttered about on deck, pretending to supervise some of the routine shipboard activities, but his thoughts – and  his eyes – never left Erika Weiss's nude body for long.  Despite the considerable liberties he and his fellow crewmen had taken with their stunning young prisoner, Slegg still found it a bit remarkable that the men of the Yang-tze Dragon hadn't already brushed aside Captain McMahon's orders and gang-raped their full-breasted captive on the spot.   Clearly it was as much the promised pleasures of the General's island citadel as Andrew McMahon's stern discipline that had kept the crewmen more or less in line.  Apparently the more level-headed members of the crew had instructed their brethren that it was far better to wait for the legendary carnal delights of Zhoushan Island than to risk the disfavor of  both the general and the Laird of Dornoch.  After all, what sailor in his right mind would take a chance on losing the most coveted seaman's post between Nagasaki and Singapore?

 

But as Jasper Slegg eyeballed Erika's ripe, tempting breasts, her long, supple legs, her well-whipped buttocks which would have seduced a saint to sodomy, and the enticingly furry grotto between her widespread legs, he still considered it something of a miracle that the men of the Yang-tze Dragon had been able to confine their sexual pleasures to what amounted to foreplay, however violent.

 

 

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For the lusty mariners of the Yang-tze Dragon the interval between three bells and four seemed to take an eternity.  But for a beaten and bloodied Erika Weiss, the minutes raced by all too swiftly, and soon Erika heard the first of the four ominous bells that signaled the renewal of her seemingly endless ordeal.

 

Moments later the now-familiar bellow of the Laird of Dornoch,  rumbled across the deck of the Yang-tze Dragon. "Chuise! Which shall it be, Lassie?" barked Captain Andrew McMahon.

 

Erika's sky-blue eyes moved disconsolately toward the array of instruments of discipline that had not yet been used during this final phase of her punishment.  Three whips were still there, including the dreadful cat o' nine tails which General Wang had used to inflict the punishment for the third count of her sentence.  There was also an odd-shaped leather belt and a nasty-looking bamboo rod.  The nine-clawed cat seemed by far the most menacing of the implements, which meant that Erika really had little choice.  It would be far better to suffer four more strokes of the cat than five or six or seven.

 

"The … the …." Erika stammered. She could not bring herself to say the word.

 

"Speak up, Lassie!"  McMahon was several feet away from her, but even from that distance she could detect the robust aroma of Scotch whisky on his breath.  "Can't ye see ye've gat thray dizzen men o' the sea a-waitin' on ye?"

 

Erika was well aware that the sailors had gathered around the scaffold again; she could feel the heat of their lustful gaze on her body.  But her throat, still dry from an hour in the noose, failed her and she still could not find her voice.

 

"Daft wench! What'll ye hae?" Mcmahon fumed. "The Lochgelly?" The captain's blue-sleeved arm gestured toward the peculiar belt.

 

"N-no."

 

"The blacksnake?" He pointed to the menacing single-tail so innocently coiled around one of the hooks.

 

Erika shook her head,  'No.'

 

"Will ye ha'e the cat, then?" McMahon boomed, grabbing the handle of the cat o' nine tails?

 

          A shudder of fear swept Erika's naked body, but she nodded her head resignedly.

 

"Well, it's aboot time ye made up yer mind, lassie," the red-bearded mariner asserted.  "Nou where's that cursed tam?"

 

A gust of wind had tossed the colorful woven cap which contained the names of the men on deck off Deng's workbench and onto the deck of the ship.  Tranh hastily retrieved it and replaced it on the bench..

 

"Fower bells, wisn't it?" mumbled Andrew McMahon who leered at Erika as he moved toward the cap.  "That means fower lads'll get tae swing the cat."  He reached into the cap, and grabbed a few of the scraps of paper residing therein. Then, upon seeing that he had grasped only three, he reached in a withdrew a fourth.

 

As before McMahon stared at the markings on the paper uncomprehendingly for a moment or two before handing them to his trusty translator, Deng-shan.  Deng sifted through the slips of paper, and whispered the names into McMahon's ear one by one.

 

Nodding, McMahon rose to his full height and announced, "The fower will be  Buddha, Yong Li, Mahlik and Mongkut."  The captain scanned the ranks of the watching sailors with bloodshot eyes.  "Where's the Buddha?"

 

" 'Ere 'e is, cap'n," Slegg replied, pointing abaft.

 

Erika lifted her head to look sternward. Barebellied, a saturnine scowl embedded deep in his jowls, the man they called 'Buddha' waddled across the deck, swathed in an off the shoulder orange robe the size of a tent, his multiple chins and immense belly jiggling with every stride.  Despite his immense girth and his tortoise-like gait, the Buddha's broad shoulders gave undeniable  evidence of his prodigious strength.  He took up the cat-o-nine tails and held it in his fat fist as if it were a child's toy, before swishing it lightly across the sensitive skin of Erika's upper back.  Erika trembled uncontrollably as her lacerated flesh renewed its acquaintance with the knots she had been forced to tie with her own delicate fingers.

 

"Give the wench summat to meditate on, yer holiness," Jasper Slegg snarled mockingly out of the corner of his mouth.

 

The imposing figure they called 'Buddha' glowered darkly at Slegg and planted his ponderous bare feet firmly on the deck of the ship, slightly behind and to the left of Erika.  He stood there silently for what seemed to the impatient crewman a long time, his heavy-lidded eyes fixed on Erika's tempting bottom-globes. Then he closed his eyes, and brought his hands, one of which held the knotted whip, together in front of his chest as if he were praying.  For many seconds he stood motionless, the only clue to his consciousness being the gentle rise and fall of his huge belly.  His face was completely expressionless, leaving every man on board to guess whether he was addressing a solemn prayer to some ancient kami or enjoying some sort of depraved mystical vision.

 

Perhaps because of his monkish reticence – a week in which the 'Buddha' spoke twenty words was considered chatty aboard the Dragon --  shipboard rumors about the Buddha's past ran the gamut of human experience.  Some held that the pot-bellied deckhand had once been a holy man whose faith had crumbled under the weight of human suffering.  Others, far more cynical, whispered stories that the orange-robed behemoth had been banished by his holy brethren for subjecting the nubile and trusting young virgins of his mountainous homeland to unspeakable depravities.

 

 And indeed, when the obese giant finally parted his hands and opened his eyes, the cynics were sure they were right.  For the thick-lidded gaze of the man they called 'Buddha'  was fixed on Erika's inviting buttock cleft as if his silent mystical vision had consisted of himself spreading those delicious demi-ovals so that he could  bury his huge yak-like phallus in her forbidden passage.

 

 But aside from the fixedness of his stare and the prodigious swelling just beneath the waistband of his robe, the former monk was as impassive as ever.  He appeared to  mutter  a strange chant under his breath as his massive arm drew the whip back as if it were a toy.  Then with a mighty lunge, he swept the nine tails of the whip across the bare skin of Erika's upper back, with a thunderous  CRACCKKKK!!!!  that shot flames of agony across Erika's gently protruding shoulderblades.

 

"Aaaiiiaaahhh!!"  The claws of the cat were no less sharp than they had been before and the mighty swing of the Buddha drew fresh blood.  The men to her rear could see that the once-fair skin of Erika's whip-reddened back was once again flecked with crimson.   For Erika the pain was mind-bending.  General Wang was a strong, solidly built man.  But the Buddha was a man of twice his size, and nearly twice his strength.

 

Freed from the constricting grasp of the noose, Erika's nude body spun around slightly, and she saw that her shudder of agony had transformed the Buddha's morose scowl into a mocking smile. His labor completed, the huge man silently placed the whip on the workbench and without a word or a glance he began his slow trek back to the stern of the Yang-tze Dragon.

 

"Yong Li!"  McMahon called out, his voice growing thicker by the minute.  A moment later, another Chinese stepped forward, baby-faced and bashful. A crooked smile blossomed on his face as he approached Erika from behind. His roaming eyes drank in  the irregular patches of crimson and streaks of scarlet on her back and buttocks with adolescent ardor.  But as he passed her en route to the whip-rack, Yong observed that there were only faint striations on Erika's breasts, belly and thighs, souvenirs of her frantic run through the gauntlet in the morning.  Viewed from the front her body was peaches and cream perfection save for the swollen, cinnamon-colored nipple that peeked out of the chain dangling from her left breast.

 

"Show us what ye're made of, chappie," Slegg snapped.

 

Yong took up the whip, regarding it uncertainly.  Then he stepped closer to the fair-skinned beauty hanging so helplessly from the scaffold ropes.  The celestial arc of the afternoon sun had swung around to the west and Erika's blue eyes squinted slightly in the brilliant sunshine.  The heat of the day had coated the front of her body with a glistening film of perspiration; the bare skin of her breasts and belly seemed infused with an almost palpable warmth. 

 

Shyly at first, and then more boldly, Yong studied every inch, every curve, every contour, every pore of Erika's taut-stretched body.  From even a few feet away the faint rings encircling the bases of Erika's breasts had seemed no more than subtle shadows, as if an erotic artist had created them to enhance the shape and size of Erika's opulent mounds.  But now that he was closer, Yong Li could make out the textured pattern of hempen rope embossed in her creamy pleasure-globes.

 

 Like most of the crewmen, Yong had watched from some distance while Deng had coiled the rope around Erika's breasts during the ordeal of the Wooden Lady. It was only now, seeing the telltale imprint of coarse-grained rope on soft flesh, that Yong could appreciate how cruelly the cords had bitten into Erika's succulent tit-globes.  Yong Li's fingers were almost twitching with desire to caress her soft flesh when he turned to Slegg and  gave the ferret-faced first mate an imploring  "Do you mind if I …" glance.

 

"Sure, laddie, give 'er a bit of a rub-up if ye like.  She's not bloody likely to catch the next train to Paddington, are ye, luv?"

 

Erika threw an icy-daggered glance at her tormentor, but with her arms stretched high over her head, she was powerless to rebuke the first mate's insolence.

 

The smooth-cheeked Chinese held the whip in his right and reached out with his left, the back of his fingers lightly grazing the soft, sweat-damp skin of Erika's stomach.  His hand jerked once or twice, as if he expected a shock, but when none came, Yong stepped closer and turned his hand over, letting his fingertips feel the warmth and softness of Erika's bare flesh.

 

He caressed her stomach in slow circular motions for a moment or two, pausing briefly to explore the silken notch of her navel.  He grinned playfully when his hand brushed against the chain hanging from the nipple of her left breast. Erika's wince seemed to embolden the young man and his free hand began moving in wider circles, smoothing her trim belly-flesh from her waist to the top of her ribcage, the tips of his fingers just kissing the baby-soft undersides of Erika's proud-jutting breasts.

 

Yong Li soon grew bolder, sliding his bare hand into the mossy triangle atop Erika's mons, and then lower still, supinating his hand so that it was palm upward as he felt between Erika's legs.  Though not intentionally brutal, his insistent fingertips probed sensitive tissues which had been raked bloody by Orang's thorn-stick. When he continued to paw Erika's lacerated flesh, she unburdened herself of a stream of German invective and an angry stare that provided ample translation of her words.

 

Irritated by the venom in her glance, Yong decided that as long as the beautiful blonde despised him anyway, he might as well give her reason for her enmity. Stuffing the handle of the cat into the waistband of his leggings, Yong took hold of the chain hanging from Erika's left nipple and wrapped it around his wrist several times, coiling the chain tightly around his lower forearm.  Then, after signaling Cheng and Kai to tighten their grip on Erika's wrist-ropes, he began to pull on the chain.

 

"Ahhh….aghhh … agghhhh!!" Erika groaned  softly as Yong increased the pressure, slowly tugging her left nipple, so tightly crimped by the bent, broken ends of the chain link, away from her body.  With her arms stretched high by the wrist-ropes, Erika was powerless to stop her tormentor as he reached behind her and seized a handful of her blonde mane.  Then he jerked her head backwards and down, while still maintaining his grip on the breast-chain.

 

Erika's body was torn between the opposing pressures of the ropes that pulled her arms upward and Yong's grip on her hair, jerking her neck downward.  The terrible strain bowed her spine in a sensual arc, and tightened the gluteal muscles in her buttocks and the well-toned muscles of the back of her thighs into an alluring tautness. Erika's right breast was thrust skyward, its rounded perfection seeming to challenge the admiring sun and sky.

 

His diffidence conquered, Yong tightened his grip on the chain imprisoning Erika's left nipple even as he lowered his mouth to her other breast.  He fed on it greedily, moving his open mouth in aggressive circles around the sweet, succulent orb.  The other sailors of the Yang-tze Dragon watched enviously as Yong attacked Erika's breast with his lips and tongue.  He seemed intent on taking her entire breast into his mouth, as he had dreamed of doing a hundred times to the pert-breasted Asian beauties who had been transported to dens of sexual slavery in the Birdcage.

 

Try though he might, though, Erika's pleasure-globe was too big for his gaping mouth and Yong had to be content with mouthing it hungrily.  The scent and taste of Erika's breastflesh was intoxicating and Yong lapped at her sweaty mound like a thirsty dog.  When Erika's entire breast was coated with his slick saliva he curled his tongue into a stiff prod, and worked his way slowly around Erika's aureole, exploring every millimeter of its grainy texture.  Without easing the pressure he was applying to the chain dangling from the tip of Erika's left breast, Yong circled the pebbly halo of her right breast with the tip of his tongue again and again, teasing the tasty nipple at its core with his hot breath.

 

Despite her predicament and despite the continual pressure on her left breast, Erika's sensual nature could not help but respond to Yong's oral caresses. She felt her wanton nipple responding to his ministrations, thickening and swelling, offering itself to his greedy mouth.  As the delectable bud stiffened, Yong stabbed at it with his long, predatory tongue, teasing it until it stood out proud and firm and quivering.  Then he moved in with his lips, capturing it, tugging it, sucking on it like a starving infant.

 

When at last Yong had nursed Erika's nipple into bold and quivering erection, he unwound the chain from his wrist, letting it hang free for a moment.  He watched the chain sway lightly in the breeze like wind chimes at the portal of a shrine.  For her part Erika breathed a sigh of relief that at last the dreadful tugging pressure on her left nipple had ceased, at least for the moment.

 

But Yong was not quite done.

 

He seized the chain still dangling from Erika's swollen nipple at is midpoint, combining his motion with a quick tug that once again sent darts of pain shooting through her breast.  Every muscle in Erika's body contracted in response to the harsh treatment and she shifted her feet slightly, trying to ease the pressure.

 

It was just as well that she could not see Mahlik and Mongkut, the men who were next in line, edging closer behind her.  Both men were short but solidly built, their dark complexions suffused with an ill-suppressed eagerness.  Each man was tantalized by the spasmodic clenching and unclenching of Erika's brick-red buttocks. And each was impatient to take his turn, to play his own small part in the cruel subjugation of this long-legged beauty

 

The struggling blonde watched, puzzled, as Yong Li, holding the chain by its midpoint, lifted his wrist up to the level of her face.  It was only when he cocked his wrist, flipping the lower part of the chain back over his forearm and gave her a gloating smile that she divined his malicious intent.

 

He was going to whip her breast with the end of the chain!

 

WHAPPP!!  Yong snapped the foot-long length of mesh down on Erika's right breast, aiming for the nipple he had teased to a succulent tautness.  Only Erika's reflexive shying away from his blow caused him to miss his target,  the chain landing flush on the upper slope of her breast, an inch or so north of her nipple.

 

The young Chinese flipped the chain back and prepared to swing again.  WHAPP!!  "Aaaghhhh!"   Again Erika's desperate lurch threw off his aim but the whizzing metal mesh still found the sensitive rim of her areola.  Erika cried out in pain, for not only was the chain-whip a fearful weapon, but her every attempt to escape its cutting fury exacerbated the biting grip bite the other end of the chain had on her left nipple.

 

WHAPP!! "Unggghh!"   The metallic whip was very light, but it struck with cutting force, biting deeply into Erika's luscious tit-flesh.  Her breasts were quivering uncontrollably now, the faint bluish tracery of the veins beneath her lovely skin more pronounced.

 

"Please … please ….  No more …"  Erika moaned.  Every nerve ending in her sensitive love-mounds was awash in a sea of fire.

 

  From a few yards away, Jasper Slegg looked on with grudging admiration. Despite his inexperience at sea, the young swabbie seemed to have an instinct for how to handle a trouble-making tart like Erika Weiss.

 

WHAPP!!    'Ngghhhhhh!!"   Once again Erika's nude body shuddered in agony.  The sound of the wire mesh making impact with Erika's firm young breast sent jolts of erotic electricity surging through Slegg's lust-heavy lugnuts.

 

WHAPPP!!  "AAIAHHHH!!" At last Erika tortured writhings had slowed enough for Yong to find his true target.  The venomous end of the chain-whip bit fiercely into Erika's bold-thrusting nipple, drawing an agonized cry from his victim.

 

"All right, ye've had yer fun, laddie," Captain McMahon bellowed. "Deliver yer straik and let anither man hae his shot."

 

His eyes ablaze with predatory lust, Yong released the nipple chain and stepped back.  He reached into his waistband for the handle of the cat and pulled it out.  Erika glared at him defiantly, seemingly daring him to do his worst.

 

And that he very nearly did. The smooth-cheeked Chinese swept the cat in a powerful arc, aiming for the inviting vertex of Erika's sweat-moistened thighs.  Only Erika's frantic last second quarter-turn spared her delicate sex from the fury of the cat.  Even so the fearsome CRAACKKK!! of the  whip left a fiery trail across her flank, stretching from her rounded hip halfway  across the smooth flesh of her thigh.

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An exultant cheer rose up from the ranks of the sailor and Yong saluted his comrades with an upraised fist.  Then he quickly tossed the cat to Mahlik, the squatly built Malayan who had positioned himself behind Erika.

 

Mahlik, who had been waiting impatiently while Yong had worshipped and whipped Erika's breast, wasted no time.  Erika's nude body was still trembling from the impact of Yong's punishing lash when Mahlik struck.  The wild-eyed deckhand slashed the cat o' nine tails across Erika's huddling bottomcheeks with every ounce of strength in his possession.

 

CRACCKKK!!!  "AHAIAAHH!"   Mahlik's lash seared flesh already ravaged by the whip and Erika nearly swooned in agony. Her naked body twisted and turned in a lascivious dance.  Entranced by the salaciousness of her movements, Cheng and Kai skillfully eased their grip on the wrist-ropes allowing Erika to crumple to her knees.  She knelt there for a moment on the hard-edged planks of the scaffold, her ripe breasts pendulous and heaving, her red-wealed backside ablaze.

 

"Aye, that's where ye belong, ye filthy whore.  On yer bloody knees!"  Slegg's voice dripped with malice.  He leered down at the tortured blonde as he pictured her on her knees servicing the throbbing cocks of the crewmen of the Yang-tze Dragon with her soft lips and delicate tongue. He moved closer so that only she could hear his gravelly whisper.   "Ye know, luv, if I was master o' this floatin' palace, I'd 'ave ye on those pretty knees until until every bloke aboard 'ad 'ad his fun." 

                            

Her stomach churning with revulsion at Slegg's words, Erika struggled to rise from her position of debasement.  She had just managed to lift herself on one knee,  and was still slightly off balance when Mongkut took the blood-smeared scourge from his comrade and delivered a withering blow that strafed her tender flesh from the small of her back to the top of her buttocks. 

 

CRAACCKKK!!   "Aaaaaaaaagghhh!"

 

The violence of the blow sent Erika sprawling face down on the scaffolding, her soft, tender breasts crushed against the rough-timbered floorboards.  With perfect timing the men holding the guy-ropes had let them go completely slack just as the blow by the man from Bangkok had ripped into Erika's flesh. 

 

Mongkut raised the whip aloft, so that all could see that a third of its knots bore traces of crimson. A robust roar of acclamation greeted this revelation.  The Siamese was greeted with another cheer when he straddled Erika's prostrate body, facing her feet, and dragged the bloodied whip between her legs, daubing Erika's parted thighs and genitals with blood he had whipped from her buttocks.

 

"Good work, lads," Slegg muttered to the two Asians who hovered over their fallen prisoner congratulating themselves on the effectiveness of their strokes.  At their feet Erika lay gasping, for the moment too weak even to bring her wide-spread legs together.  The sight of Erika's nude frame lying flat against the scaffolding led every man aboard to  picture himself atop her body,  his pelvis grinding against her bare, bloodied buttocks while he drove his cock-weapon into her tempting love-sheath from behind.

 

"Fower bells doon, and fower tae gae!"  Captain Andrew McMahon thundered, as the Laird of Dornoch turned to head back to his cabin and his waiting pint of Dalmore.  Just before reaching the forecastle, he turned back and called out, "Seize 'er up!"

 

At these words Cheng Lao and Kai Pu grasped the guy-ropes and with three mighty heaves they jerked Erika's tortured body back into an upright position.

 

 Once again she hung from her wrist-ropes, her limbs stretched taut, her bare feet just finding purchase on the floor of the scaffolding,  the fierce-biting teeth of the nipple chain still gripping the tip of her left breast.  Although her body was ravaged with pain, Erika congratulated herself for having survived the thorn-stick and the cat o' nine tails.  But as she looked around at her leering admirers, among whom the likes of  Froggy, Yim, Khasar, Deng, and Jasper Slegg had yet to strike, she knew that lesser weapons did not automatically preclude heavier blows.  Her cruel ordeal was far from over.

 

 

 

 


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