Chapter 6 The Burning Lust of Black Jack Slocum
Ernie retrieved the rope they had used earlier, and encircled Honey's
slender wrists expertly a few times before pulling them back over her head and
wrapping the rope around a nearby post twice before tying it off.
While she felt her arms jerked back roughly behind her, Honey saw Black
Jack's arm start to go up, leather in hand.
She quickly closed her legs, protecting one vulnerable one target, and then
turned a quarter turn, hoping to protect her tender melons. This left Honey
lying on her right side, with her arms pulled high over her head. This posture
left her left breast exposed to attack and Black Jack Slocum wasn't the kind of
hombre to waste an opportunity like that. He swept the rawhide lash down
savagely and drilled Honey flush on the outer edge of her puckering pink nipple.
"Aaiiiiiiiiieaaaahhh!" she screamed, as she tried to roll over on her
stomach, but Jack's size thirteen boot was expecting that move and two short
kicks to her unprotected ribs forced Honey to roll back on her right side again.
But the long-armed rattlesnake was ready for that too and the brown leather bit
deeply into the yielding flesh of Honey's left breast once again.
"Eeeeeaaaaaahhhh!!" The blue-eyed beauty cried out as fresh waves of pain
shot through her tender love-globe.
"Geesus!! You got her good with that one, Black Jack," Ernie exhorted him
from his vantage point a few feet away.
"Flat on your back, girl! Or I swear I'll whip you from now to sun-up,"
Jack growled.
Honey, her entire body shaking with fear, rolled over on to her back.
Her breasts, pummeled to a lovely pinkness earlier, and now wearing three
dark streaks, stood as firmly and proudly atop her chest as ever. Jack left her
legs free; he was going to enjoy feeling those long tanned limbs thrashing away
beneath him.
"Spread 'em, baby, and don't let me have to tell you again."
The trembling blonde spread her legs once more.
Ernie, his work with the rope done, crept forward and approached the
outstretched blonde, his eyes riveted to Honey's glistening pussy. So
mesmerized was Ernie by the inviting vision, that when he moved forward to get
an even closer look, Honey surprised him by drawing a tawny leg back and then
shooting it forward, kicking him squarely in his unprotected groin.
Honey hadn't thought about it; it wasn't a smart thing to do, being
outnumbered and with her hands tied and all. It had been almost an involuntary
reaction by the tall, athletic blonde. But it sure felt good, to send the
cowardly little weasel groaning to his knees, cupping his tender balls in
agonized disbelief that she would have attempted anything so risky.
But it only felt good for a second. The sawed-off low-life was moaning on
the barn floor. But he still had the strength to croak, "You fucking cunt!!"
he screamed. "You're gonna wish you hadn't a done that, girl, before I'm through
with you."
Meanwhile Jack had unbuttoned his fly and drew out his big knobby, gnarly
dick. Honey shuddered with fear. Jack's cock was nearly twice the length and
twice the circumference of Ernie's puny little weapon. She had never dreamed
that a man could be so large.
Now Honey lay flat on her back, her legs pulled up and back and out in a
wide "V". Every inch of her twitching, vulnerable flesh was defenseless. Jack
pulled her body slightly forward on the haybale so that her cunt was more
accessible.
Honey made one last try. "Please ... don't rape me ... my father has money
... he can pay you if you ..."
Jack continued to stroke his Texas-sized cock-shaft. "Darlin', to tell you
the God's honest truth, right now I don't give a shit about your daddy's money.
I'm thinkin' about fuckin' the daylights outa your little honeypot. Hell, I'm
so goddam hard, I reckon I might split you in half, girl." Then Jack gave her a
wolfish grin. "But maybe we can talk about the money later, right, Ern?"
Ernie was just beginning to climb to his feet. "Yeah, big guy. I wouldn't
mind walkin' away with some of old man Wilson's dough. The tight old bastard
never even gave me my last pay!"
"Yeah, Darlin," Jack gloated as he stroked his swollen ten-inch horse-cock.
"It's all for you, baby. And it's achin' to get into that fine lookin' pussy,
Honey. All spread out like that. Blonde and pink and moist. Geesus, Ern!
Damned if it wasn't almost worth waiting four years to get me a piece of that!"
"Please..." Honey pulled frantically at her bonds, but her wrists were
well secured. She was defenseless before the outlaw's onslaught.
Jack stroked his thick veiny staff a few more times, letting Honey get a
good close-up look at his rock-hard weapon. "Yeah, baby. It's all for you.
Every goddam inch of it," he grunted." Then Jack knelt down between her
tanned, widespread thighs, and stroked her velvety thighs with his big hands,
exploring the welts the leather had left, as he moved his monstrous organ closer
and closer to Honey's pink portals of desire.
Jack held his knobby cock playfully against Honey's young pussy for a
moment, rubbing it up down her pink slit, teasing her quivering clit. Then,
with a sudden motion, he slid his monstrous organ into Honey's hot and humid
quim with an expert thrust, not at all surprised wheh he felt the exquisite grip
of her vaginal muscles on his sensitive phallus almost instantly.
He was quite taken aback, though, to feel the slight resistance of her
virginity. "Fuck, Ernie, this cock-teasin' blonde's still got her cherry!" Jack
was genuinely startled. Who would have guessed that none of the local farm boys
would have sunk his John Deere into Honey's fertile little furrow long before
now?
"I told ya she was a prick tease, Jack. When her daddy ain't around, Honey
don't waste a lot 'a time buttonin' up her blouses, do you girl? She's awful
proud of them bodacious tits and her long legs, ain't you, Honey? But woe
betide the fella that got tired 'a lookin, and tried to lay a hand on her sweet
ass. 'Til today," Ernie chuckled.
Jack nodded. Honey Wilson wasn't the first cock-teasing slut that had
crossed his path. And she probably wouldn't be the last. But he was going to
punish her as if she were standing in for all of the others.
'OK, Big Fella' time for some action', he confided to his stallion-cock
and then he began the plundering of Honey Wilson. After ripping through Honey's
hymen with his second vigorous thrust, he began a series of long, plunging
piston-strokes into Honey's golden-fringed pussy. "Oh, fuck that's good, baby!
So fucking tight," he crooned rapturously.
Black Jack picked up his powerful tempo gradually, grunting noisily as he
worked his manhood deeper and deeper into the blonde teenager, while his greedy
hands roved her body rapaciously, up and down her hips and flanks before coming
to rest on her majestic breasts. He mauled her pink-tipped melons with his
hands and then buried his three-day old beard in her delicious cleavage, licking
the salty perspiration from her succulent mounds while he pinched her taut pink
nipples. Then he slid his hands beneath her, so that his huge hands could cup
Honey's creamy young bottomcheeks, and thus position her pelvis more perfectly
for his prodigious lunges, while his lips and tongue and teeth mouthed her
swollen breasts.
Meanwhile, Ernie had just about fully recovered from Honey's solid kick to
his groin. Ernie Gibbs wasn't too far from a foul mood on Christmas morning,
and this pig-tailed blonde had really pissed him off today. The way he figured
it, she had embarassed him by making him come too quickly, and then she had
brought him to his knees by nailing him in the balls. As he watched Jack rape
the wriggling blonde beauty, he was more determined than ever to exact
retribution on the soft yielding flesh of the blonde who squirmed helplessly
underneath his rutting partner.
"That's it, Jack! Ram in into her!" the little man cheered. "Honey, kickin'
me was the biggest mistake you ever made. A dumb-ass armadillo's got more sense
than that. No blonde slut's gonna kick Ernie Gibbs in the balls and get away
with it!"
Honey hardly heard Ernie's words. The brief sharp pain of her lost
virginity soon was replaced by the steady punishing pounding of Jack's
sledgehammer cock. Jack had pulled her hips down into the edge of the haybale,
which allowed him to keep his feet planted firmly on the ground, giving him
tremendous leverage for his violent thrusts.
Honey whimpered in pain as Black Jack Slocum drilled her with everything he
had, with all the fury of four years of pent-up passion, his big cock pistoning
with violent rapidity in and out of her blonde-fringed quim. A rivulet of blood,
the last vestige of Honey's lost 'innocence', trickled down the end of the hay
bale.
As Jack fucked in and out of her with long powerful strokes and her big
boobs bobbled beautifully in time to his rape-rhythm, Ernie the Weasel pondered
how to take an appropriate revenge on the rebellious blonde. He picked up
Jack's discarded strap and considered whether he should use it to warm her tits
up again, but there was too much chance of hitting Jack, who was continually
shifting position. And Jack, he knew, would break him in two if the belt hit
him by mistake.
Ernie Gibbs took another long slug from the bourbon bottle while he
considered the possibilities. And then he saw two slender cheroots protruding
out of Jack's shirt pocket. Jack must have found them in the house.
Ernie the Weasel brightened, and reached for one of the slender cigars and
deftly withdrew it, to Jack's annoyance. Sweat was pouring off of Jack's
beet-red face down on to Honey's upthrust globes making them even more slippery
than they had been. "Goddammit, Ernie, can't you see I'm fucking busy here?"
"Looks to me like you're busy fucking, Jack! Haw!" Ernie was convulsed by
his own joke. "I was just thinkin' that Honey ain't respondin' with as much
enthusiasm as she should to a guy who's been lookin' forward to this joyful
reunion for four years," he sneered.
Ernie inserted the stem of the small cigar into his mouth and then
scratched a wooden match against the side of the barn, and then painstakingly
lit the cheroot. He puffed it on a couple of times, so that the tip was burning
evenly, and a wisply trail of smoke curled upwads. The little cigar wasn't bad;
her pa had good taste.
"Time to teach you a lesson, Honey-girl," Ernie snarled. He had taken his
leather gloves off at some point, and Honey felt him run his dirty hands along
the soft thigh-flesh of the leg that had kicked him, while his partner Jack
continued to pound his throbbing cock-shaft balls-deep into her over-stuffed
vagina.
Ernie the Weasel crouched down so that his ugly face was only inches from
Honey's. She turned her head away to escape his foul breath, while Ernie drew
on the cheroot, and then blew a smoke ring at Honey's face.
"You need to learn some manners, girl. Beginnin' with this leg that kicked
me." Honey shuddered at his obscene caress; she would have preferred to have
rodents crawling over her, than to feel Ernie's hand on her bare thigh. "It's a
damn pretty leg, too, so long and smooth. It's a shame I'm gonna have to to
hurt it..."
Ernie's rough right hand was stroking the smooth, but well-muscled thigh.
His left hand lifted the cheroot to his mouth, and he puffed on it until its
tip was aglow. Then he held it up meaningfully before Honey's face, making it
clear what he had in mind.
"N-n-no... God.... please... no..." she begged desperately.
But in vain. Ernie had a maniacal grin on his face. He met Honey's
blue-eyed gaze for a moment, and then he glanced down at his target, a point on
Honey's leg about six inches above her bent knee. Then, moving in slow motion,
he, lowered the glowing tip of the cheroot until it was about half an inch from
the inside of Honey's sweat-sheened thigh.
Even while experiencing Jack's pussy-pounding rape, Honey could feel the
hot warmth of the cheroot.
"No...for god's sake... I'm sorry I kicked you..."
"Too late now, Honey." His rheumy gray-green eyes bright with intensity,
Ernie pressed the end of the cheroot to the firm flesh of Honey's right thigh.
Tsss! "Aaaagghh!!" Honey's body jumped at the touch of the ash, as he
knew it would.
"How about it, Jack? Feel good when she jumps like that?"
"Damn straight, Ern! She's a wildcat, ain't she? Felt like she was gonna
squeeze my dick off there for a sec!"
"Jack, I don't know about you, but I'm gonna gag blondie, here. Don't want
her to wear her pretty little lungs out." Ernie proceeded to stuff Honey's mouth
with a trail-dusty red bandanna.
Honey was positively bathed in sweat now. She shook her head from side to
side, desperately imploring Ernie not to continue.
"God ... please ... don't...."
"How about here, Honey? Would you jump as much if I touched you here?"
"Nnnnnnnnghh" Honey protested a split second before shouting a strangled
"UMMMMPHHHGHHH!!" into her gag when the cigar touched her thigh, a little higher
up this time.
"Hmm. About the same, I think. How about here?"
Tsssss! "MMMGGPPPPPHHHH!!" The gagged blonde's body shuddered in
another violent paroxysm of pain.
"Ohhh, fuck, Ernie! Geesus, that's good! She is squeezin' me so tight!
Get her again!" Black Jack Slocum was cramming his massive monster-cock into
Honey good now, stretching her sensitive inner passage with every punishing
thrust. Jack tried to time his lunges with Ernie's applications of the lit
cigar to Honey's long golden thigh. Ernie loved teasing her with the hot-tipped
cigar, holding it a centimeter away from her tawny flesh, and making quick
flinching feints which caused her to shimmy sexily almost as much as the times
he pressed the glowing tip against here golden skin.
As El Raton worked his way up her thigh, kissing it briefly here and there
with the hot cheroot, the blonde's beautiful body bucked more and more
furiously, causing her cunt to contract exquisitely around Jack's ramrodding
cock.
"Four fucking years, Honey!" Jack whispered his mantra gruffly every now
and then as he continued to pump his cock into her for minute after unending
minute, his big hairy horse-balls smacking against her ass with every plunge.
"Four fucking years!" He was intent on drawing out every last ounce of sadistic
pleasure from his initial conquest of Honey Wilson. As he felt himself
approaching climax, he slid his big hands out from under Honey's rounded
buttcheeks and moved them toward Honey's succulent breasts.
It was a good thing Black Jack had huge hands with long fingers, because a
smaller-handed man couldn't have gotten the same kind of grip on the bases of
Honey's proud melons. Slocum crushed her lust-mounds together hard, using his
thick, jagged-nailed thumbs to press upward against her hooters, making her fat
nipples sit up on her tits like a pair of pink berries on top of a two-scoop
sundae of flesh.
"Yeah, that's it, Jackson! Squeeze the juice out of those jugs!" Ernie
encouraged him, as the little man pressed his fiery cigar against the soft
creamy flesh at the juncture of Honey's thigh and hip.
As Black Jack Slocum's cock thrust deeper and deeper into Honey's warm,
clenching cavern, he voiced the words that Holly had been dreading to hear, "Get
her tits, Ernie; get 'em while I cum!"
"NNNggghhhhh....Gmph....nnnggggnnnnhhhh!!" Honey tried her best to
dissuade him, but her voice was swallowed up in the bandanna gag. Not that Ernie
would have paid her any never-mind, anyway.
"You got it, Big Jack!" Slocum had been screwing Honey for so long that
rat-faced Ernie had finished the first cigar and started in on the second one.
Honey's long right thigh had paid a terrible price for kicking Ernie Gibbs. It
was dotted with some two dozen small irregular circles, some black, some red,
the evidence of Ernie's retribution.
Ernie the Weasel had been enjoying himself. These were the moments he
lived for, the reason he played jackal to Black Jack Slocum's lion. Being
Jack's parasitic partner had given him a crack at any number of beauties over
the years. But none of 'em, in Ernie's honest opinion, had a body to match
Honey Wilson's.
Ernie bent over the prostrate Honey, and took a long slow drag at the
cheroot, letting its bright end get red hot. And then, heedless of Honey's
half-crazed expressions of terror, he began to lower the cigar toward her
upthrusting love-globes, made even more tempting by Jack Slocum's iron grip.
Her nipples stood up like pink bullets.
"Now, Ernie," Jack groaned as he thrust his hips violently forward. "Get
ready to buck, Honey!!"
"NNNUUMPPH....NUNNGGGHH" Honey screamed soundlessly into the stifling
bandanna.
The grinning ferret-faced little man obliged his partner, touching the
burning cheroot to the lovely undercurve of Honey's left breast giving it a
fiery kiss as her body convulsed in agony.
"Yeahh!! Geesusss!! That's it, partner! Do it again!" Jack tightened his
iron grip on the base of Honey's golden globes, forcing her rosy globes into
even greater prominence.
Ernie puffed on the cheroot, and then lowered it to Honey's ripe-nippled
right breast, circling it gently, letting the fiery cheroot dance around her
delicious mound like a malevolent honeybee, lighting, stinging, and then
hovering half an inch above the lovely target and then gliding gently down to
light and sting the yielding breastflesh again.
Tss! "MGMMPH!"
And again.
Tsss! "NNGHMMPHH!!"
And again.
Tssss! "MMMMGGNNNPHHH!!!"
"Geesus, make her dance! Both of them, now back and forth. Quick like! Oh,
fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!!"
Ernie, his face just inches above Honey Wilson's, leered down at her, happy
to do Jack's bidding. He moved the glowing cigar closer, closer, closer to the
inner curve of the blonde's honey-gold left breast and then pressed it down
again. Tsssss!! A little harder this time, and a little longer.
Once again the pain shot through Honey's luscious body like the jolt of an
electric current.
"Mmmmm... Get 'em both, Ern. Yeah! That's it!"
"Still think you can kick me in the balls and get away with it, Darlin'?"
Ernie whispered as he let the smoking honeybee dance all around Honey's
mouthwatering melons, never staying long in one place, moving swiftly back and
forth from one quivering breast to the other, applying the demonic cheroot to
each delectable lust-globe. Only for a fraction of a second at a time, but it
was plenty long enough.
Honey thought she would go mad - Black Jack held her breasts in a death
grip so tight she thought they'd explode, and Ernie the Rat kept re-lighting the
fuse on each swollen love-melon. And each time he did, the soft supple flesh of
Honey's suntanned pleasure-mounds vibrated as if Western Union had run a
telegraph line through her pink-tipped nipples and were transmitting the
election returns. One vote at a time.
And every movement, every shudder of pain, every convulsion of agony,
increased the pleasure of the half-crazed rapist whose cock-tip was buried nine
inches inside her.
"Fuck, Ern, I'm almost there. Four fucking years, Baby! Oh,
Geeessussssss, that's good! Four Mother-fucking years! And I been savin' it
all for you, Honey. Waitin' for this moment! Get her, Ern!! Right on those
fucking slut-nipples!!
Ernie lowered the glowing cigar toward the tempting pinkness of Honey
Wilson's right lust-bud, and then kissed it with the cheroot until she bucked in
agony. And then the smoking honeybee leisurely danced a tight fiery circle
around the base of Honey's distended lust-nugget. Lighting, stinging, hovering
briefly before descending to light and sting again.
"MMMMMPHHHHGGGG!!!!!!!" Honey screamed into her gag as her body writhed in
pain.
"Geeesus fucking Shit!! That's it, Ern! The other one, now. Harder!!
Right on that pretty pink nipple!!! Tsssss! "MMMMPHHHHH!!"
"Mmm! That's it! Again... Geesus... Yeah! Shit, I'm gonna cum!! Now put
the son-of-a-bitch out on her!!!
Tssssss! Tssssssss!! Tsssssssssssss!!!
"MMMPHHGGHHHHH!!!! MMPPPHHHHHHGHH!!!"
" Ohhhh, YEAAHHH! " Jack's voice was an animalistic growl, so contorted by
sadistic lust as to be almost unrecognizable. But Ernie continued to grind the
red-hot cigar tip into the areole of Honey's left breast for one long last
second, shooting bits of fiery ash all over the surface of her luscious breast.
A couple of them came to rest against Jack's hairy hand, causing him to jerk his
hand away in pain while he exploded deep inside of her velvety love-passage,
shooting four years worth of hot Texas man-juice deep into Honey's
cock-clenching cunt. But jerk though she might Honey was forced to endure the
sting of those embers on her mouth-watering breasts for a more few seconds until
they burnt themselves out .
Jack relaxed his grip on Honey's other breast and withdrew from her
gleaming pussy, breathing like a steam locomotive from his pleasant labors. He
wiped his dripping dark-veined stallion-cock on the blonde hair that covered her
snatch. "Kee-rist, Ernie, you were right. This is one hot dolly. I ain't
never had a piece of ass like that in my en-tire life."
Honey was exhausted. Her right leg bore the tell-tale marks of some twenty
tiny burns. Her pussy felt as if it had been run over by a stagecoach. And her
glorious breasts, which not two hours before had never felt a moment's
discomfort, had now been slapped and punched, whipped, squeezed and singed.
Fortunately for her, as Jack and Ernie knew from past experience, the moist
film of sweat that had covered her body would insure that the cigar did no
lasting damage.*** Aside from some small, albeit painful discolorations,
Honey's luscious knockers would be as good as new by sun-up.
It had been little more than an hour since Black Jack Slocum had forced
his way inside the Wilson farmhouse. Would the two ruthless desperados leave
now that they had had their way with her? Or had her woes only just begun? ...
"Hey, Darlin', howsabout rustlin' us up some grub? After a work-out like
that, I could eat a horse. How about you, Ern?"
After Jack had withdrawn from Honey's body, Ernie had begun running his
filthy hands over her tortured breasts.
Ernie the Weasel grinned up at his partner, "Yeah, Jack, I guess I could
go for a bite. Hee-hee." And then he bared his yellowish fangs and bit into the
resilient firmness of Honey's left breast before pulling away and climbing to
his feet.
"Didn't we tell you, Honey? We're fixin' to stay the night..."
***This is NOT to be construed as medical advice -- I reckon it's best to do
your smoking AFTER sex, folks
Coming Next -- The Blonde and the Pitchfork
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Author's note:
Dear Reader,
Thank you kindly for reading my little western, pardner. I hope yer enjoyin'
it so far.
If you do like 'westerns' like this, with cold-blooded villains, hot-blooded
women and heart-pounding scenes of sexual violence, may I suggest that you try
my 'eastern' , "The Jade Pavilion Book II: The Rise of Li Chang", which is also
posted on this site? It's a long, long story, still very much in progress,
with a "thrill scene" in nearly every chapter. There are refined and elegant
villains who concoct torments of remarkable originality; and there are plenty of
low-class thugs who more than make up for their lack of creativity with vicious
enthusiasm, just like Black Jack Slocum and Ernie Gibbs. And there are more
than enough beautiful women to keep them all occupied.
But the story is, I hope, much more than a collection of "thrill scenes".
There is also romance and passion, adventure and suspense. It already has a
small but very loyal following.
The saga is set in nineteenth century Shanghai, and tells of a bitter struggle
between the Brothers Chan on one side-- Richard, the Lord of the Black
Scorpions, a ruthless criminal gang, and George, his equally sadistic brother --
and Li Chang, a young man who has been raised by the venerable Wen-chi to
oppose the Chans so that one day, perhaps, he can liberate the people of
Shanghai from the Chans' Reign of Terror. During Li's difficult and dangerous
struggle he and the Chans cross paths with any number of beautiful young women,
some good and virtuous, some arrogant and predatory. Each of these lovely
creatures will become a pawn in their no-holds-barred struggle for dominance of
Shanghai, and each, at some point(s), will be subjected to the wrath of the
Chans and/or their cruel underlings, among them the dreaded Feng the Butcher,
the Dungeon-Master of the Black Scorpions.
Among the 'heroines' of the Jade Pavilion are:
Cherry Wu -- a nubile young shopkeeper's daughter; As the story opens the
beautiful Miss Wu is hanging naked from a rafter in the dungeons of the Black
Pagoda, the imposing palace/fortress of Richard Chan. Her father has refused to
submit to the Chans' extortion. But Richard Chan will see to it that the
shopkeeper's daughter pays in quite another way...
Liu - an exquisite young woman of noble spirit and boundless courage who is
in love with Li Chang.
Ming-tsu -- the stunningly sensual and sexually insatiable Chinese beauty who
seduces Li Chang and initiates him into the delights of various forbidden
pleasures. To the chagrin of many of the young women named below ... "The
Night of the Forty Lashes" is one of the pivotal moments in Li's life.
Erika Weiss -- a ravishing blonde goddess. After the death of her missionary
parents, the luscious young Erika becomes a prisoner of the sadistic George
Chan. When we first meet her she is undergoing a rigorous training regimen;
later she undergoes a series of dreadful ordeals, as George Chan forces her to
submit to a succession of cruel masters.
Mila de la Vega -- a Eurasian pleasure girl at the House of Madame Wong, a
brothel controlled by the Chans. Mila is short for 'Milagros' (Miracle) and
her full-nippled breasts are indeed miraculous -- for their size, their
shapeliness -- and their stamina...
Peony -- slender, shapely, and sad-eyed -- and she is given much to be sad
about. Peony is another of Madame Wong's pleasure girls; in her case she has
been forced into a life of sexual slavery to support her orphaned siblings
Ci-ci -- Peony's innocent but beautiful sixteen year-old-sister; Peony begs her
soft-skinned sister not to become a servant at the Black Pagoda, Richard Chan's
forbidding castle; but they are very poor and Ci-ci is brave... she will need
to be very brave indeed, because jealousy is second nature to Mai-Lee, Richard
Chan's Number One concubine
Mai-Lee -- the beautiful and arrogant concubine whose skills at love-making
would daunt an Aphrodite. She is perhaps the finest fellatrix in the far east.
But it will be her endurance that is sorely tested, when her luck takes a turn
for the worse.
Princess Dena -- the voluptuous amazon princess of a primitive region in
Central Asia. Her tyrranical father and his soldiers have killed most of the
men and enslaved, raped and tortured the young women of a neighboring clan while
she looked on with amusement. But one fateful morning the beautiful princess
is seized and dragged off to a remote mountain encampment by the few surviving
husbands and brothers of those women . You will not soon forget the tale of
the Barbarian Princess.
Or the tale of the hot splints... Or the tale of the Nipple-Gag of Genghis Khan.
Or the exciting encounter between the hunchbacked professor and Erika Weiss. Or
...
But you get the idea...
These are just some of the beauties who fall into the hands of the Chans, their
followers and their rivals. There are many other male characters, too --
brutish Black Scorpions, like Gaptooth, the Ox and the Drooler; cruel and
corrupt Chinese functionaries like the sadistic General Wang; the brilliant but
tormented hunchback, Professor Leung; Li Chang's loyal friend Luk Yee; and,
still to come, a number of German and British diplomats and businessmen, all of
whom have an eye for fine female flesh and most of whom have a yen for dark
pleasures...
Thanks for taking the time to read this, and if you haven't already done so,
check out the "Jade Pavilion Book II: The Rise of Li Chang". You'll be glad
you did.
And if you 've already read it on another site, I invite you to read the version
posted here. It is already more than twice as long as the original, with a
great many exciting new characters and encounters.
Boccaccio (Big Jake)
