VISITORS

The next night I was summoned to Mr. Lum's bedchamber. I figured it was my turn to give him a blowjob. I was not wrong. I just wanted to get this right. Mr. Lum was lying on his back on the bed.

The bed was situated so the head was against a wall. I climbed onto the bed next to Mr. Lum. I had rehearsed an erotic routine in my head. I hoped I could pull it off. I had brought a damp washcloth with me and gently wash the soles of his feet. I hoped he were not ticklish. I started by licking the soles of his feet. Then sucking each toe individually. I licked his ankle and the inside of his calf up to the inside of his thigh. I licked his scrotum and sucked one of his testicles into my mouth. I gave the testicle a deliberate tonguing inside my mouth. I felt him shifting his hips in anticipation. I slid my mouth over his penis and slowly bobbed my head up and down over the shaft.

Now I was ready for the coup de grace I spoke to him in Chinese and asked, "May I reposition your body please master?"

He asked, "How do you want me?" I arranged him so he was lying widthwise across the bed close to the head and the wall.

This was a trick I used to do in gym. I placed my feet against the wall and using my hands to do a handstand walked my feet up the wall. I was going to do a push up. I placed my mouth on his penis and lowered my body down onto him allowing his erect penis to slide into my throat. I wasn't sure if I could do this or not but I had to be the best. It worked. I did several arm raise push-ups. Each time I would go down I would allow his penis to slide into my throat. My throat was sore as hell and I gagged each time. I think he felt the gag was erotic. I sped up as fast as I could. 20 pushups had been my limit before. I lowered my legs from the wall and just consumed his penis as rapidly as I could. I felt him place his hands on the back of my head and urge me deeper. I was as deep as I could go. I knew he was about to ejaculate and hoped he would not hold my head deep down while his sperm entered my mouth. He allowed me some room as he ejaculated into my mouth. I had only tasted semen when I was allowed to lick his deposit from my hand and the bed. Now it was spurting into my mouth at a rapid pace. It was strong and spurting deep onto my tongue and roof of my mouth. I dared not let a drop spill. I sucked as hard as I could and swallowed as rapidly as I could.

When he finished I licked his penis clean. He patted my head and rewarded me with a, "Good girl." "I like you." I replied "Thank you master."

He rang a bell and Soo Lin entered. He said, "Take her and give her a very special treat she has done well."
Soo Lin led me out and when we were alone she said, "You have really pleased him." "A special treat is ice cream and candy." "The girls are never given special treats they are saved for visitors."

Ice cream, I hadn't tasted ice cream in months. I felt like Alice in Wonderland.

I was so pleased that he liked me. I needed some ice cream. I felt like I just had my tonsils out.

Two more days passed, my throat felt better. I wasn't sure I could perform another deep throat exercise. This was the only service that I had performed for master Lum whereby I did not climax. I hoped he had not noticed.

The next morning all of the Caucasian slaves were herded into a large room with chairs. The one Eurasian girl was there also she was conceived between an African native and a German plantation manager. He skin was like caramel cream. Her features were very Germanic. Her hair was Chestnut Brown. Other than the African girls she was the darkest haired of the group. Now there were 16 of us. Thirteen blondes. One redhead. The Eurasian and the two Africans. The African girls were both light skinned almost milk chocolate in color. Their hair was jet black and braided and trimmed in beads.

He only thing we had in common other than all being slaves of the same man were that we all were shaven.

A uniformed guard came into the room and told us that our services were going to be required. Mr. Lum had visitors. We were advised that these visitors were high-ranking dignitaries in the Peoples Republic of China's government and were to be afforded all the privileges that Mr. Lum exercised for himself. Any hesitation or displeasure would be dealt with swiftly and severely.

There were eight men and four women in the group of visitors. All were dressed in a similar fashion. It was not a military uniform but more like a civilian uniform. Grey suit, buttons straight up the front. High collar like a priest. Both men and women the same. The only difference the women wore skirts.

It seemed that four men were the highest ranking and each chose two girls to take with them. I was selected by one of the women. She attached a leash to my collar. We were never without collar and cuffs on ankles and wrists.

I was led down three flights of stone steps. I had never been here before. It was the prison floor and the entrance to the torture chamber. A guard opened the door to the torture chamber. Several of the girls were already here. I could hear screams of pain all over the room. The screams were mostly male. Strange, they must be prisoners not slaves.

I didn't think master Lum kept male slaves. I could be wrong but it had never been even whispered about. Some of the visitors were doing horrible things to men on crosses and posts. The men were all Orientals. I assume they were criminals of some type. Seeing as how Mr. Lum was magistrate. My temporary Mistress seemed to have pleasure watching the men being whipped and branded. She had me kneel as she sat behind me in a chair. She reached around and grabbed my breasts and started to twist them violently. I screamed in pain. However she only squeezed them harder. I was afraid to pull away but hurting so badly I tried to twist my body to relieve some of the pain.

My mistress grabbed my hair and yanked me back in place. I knelt there as the male prisoners were herded back to their cells. Now the visitors and the slaves used the dungeon.

The Eurasian girl was at the mercy of a short Chinese man. She was mounted on a crucifix and he was whipping her breast and stomach with a flogger.

She seemed to be enjoying the flogging as the sounds from her mouth were not of pain but of pleasure.

The redhead from Moscow was bent over a spanking horse and a Chinese woman visitor was wearing a strap on dildo that had to be 16 inches long and 6 inches wide. It was the largest implement I had ever seen. The visitor had the strap on over her civilian clothes. She had placed a prophylactic over the phalanx and seemed to be lubricating it liberally. She also lubricated three fingers and shoved them into the Russian's anus. She seemed to be loosening her up as she manipulated her fingers in and out of the redhead's anus.

Now she approached the rectum with the phalanx and inserted it. She walked forward driving the tool deep into the Russian's rectum. The resulting howl was anything but pleasurable. The Russian was in horrible pain. Everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to look and listen to the redhead's howl of pain.

The visitor showed no mercy as she violently slammed the phalanx into her anus at the highest speed she could generate.

A uniformed guard who worked for Mr. Lum approached and warned the woman that the girls were not to be harmed. Torture was OK but no permanent damage. The woman pushed him away and continued to ream the redhead violently.

It was a frightening thing for me to witness, because I knew that some thing was in store for me.

I was led to a crucifix and my arms were extended and my wrist cuffs secured to the cross arms. My feet were on a short platform about 8 inches off the ground. My ankle cuffs were fastened so that I could not step down. My collar was fastened to the center post and a leather strap was placed around my forehead binding my head firmly to the pole. A penis shaped gag was placed in my mouth and secured behind the post holding my head that much more firmly in place. I could not scream, I could not even speak. But I could cry and I did. The tears flowed freely from my eyes. They were tears of fear. I was not in pain yet but feared I would be. A cart was wheeled over near my mistress. She moved a short stepladder in front of me so she could reach a comfortable height. She teased a nipple to erection. She pinched and twisted it until the pain shot thru me. I loved playful nipple torture. This was not playful this was painful.

She took what looked like a dowel with a sharp point on one end. She held the point of the dowel into the open flame of a candle as if sterilizing it.

In her left hand she held a large cork. Like from a very large bottle of wine. She took the dowel in her right hand from the flame. She placed the cork in her left hand against the side of my nipple. Now she placed the point of the hot dowel against the opposite side of my nipple. The heat from the tip of the dowel was burning my nipple.

I grunted in pain but no noise escaped past the gag. She pushed the point of the dowel through my nipple into the cork at the other side. The combined pain of the piercing and the heat of the sterilized dowel were too much for me and I passed out. I awoke to slaps and a glass of water thrown in my face. The dowel was still piercing my nipple imbedded in the cork on the other side of my nipple.

My visiting mistress remounted the ladder. She removed the cork. The dowel had an eye in it similar to a carpet needle. She fed a gold ring into the eye of the dowel and eased the dowel back out of my nipple. The ring came through my nipple in the point of the dowel. She secured the ring with a small ball type rivet. Drops of blood were oozing from my nipple onto my breast.

The visitor dismounted and rearranged the ladder. She reheated the dowel and picked up the cork again. She climbed the ladder and repeated the process on my undecorated nipple.

Now I was the proud possessor of rings in my nipples. I hopped Mr. Lum would like them. I was in pain but absolutely fascinated by them.

My nipples were sore but the feeling of these rings was so erotic. My visiting mistress removed the ladder. Now she took a piece of wood about 36 inches high with a U shape top similar to a crutch. There were two of these crutches. She unfastened one of my ankle cuffs and physically took my leg and raised it and placed my ankle in the U of the crutch. My ankle was secured in place. Now she repeated the same process with my second leg and ankle. I was spread eagled. My wrists now supported the entire weight of my body. My shoulders were in deep pain. She slid a stool in front of me and sat on it. She reheated the dowel and with the cork pierced my labia. A ring was inserted in a similar fashion. Then the opposite side of my Labia major was address and a piercing was accomplished and a ring inserted. My labia were on fire. Not from the rings but the piercing and the hot dowel had hurt me. She was not finished. A smaller dowel appeared and she teased my clitoris out of its hood. She masturbated it to an excited state. Now she pierced my clitoris with the smaller dowel. A thin gold ring was inserted in the hole created by the piercing. My clitoris was permanently aroused and protruding from its hood.

My legs were returned to my pedestal and my ankles secured again. The terrible strain on my wrists and shoulders relieved.

The activity at my clitoris caused me to climax. However the sensation of approaching climax stayed with me.

The visitor explained that, "Now I would remain in constant arousal." "Some times just the touch of a finger on my nipple would cause me to climax." She told me that, "Penal insertion would start me climaxing and wave after wave of orgasm would sweep my body until my lover finished with me." "She called it my permanent aphrodisiac."

I though she was finished. She replaced the ladder in front of me. She mounted the ladder and was eye to eye with me. She ordered me to open my mouth. I hesitated. She placed her thumb over my eyeball. She applied slight pressure. She said, "Open or loose an eye." I opened my mouth that was now free of the gag. She said, "Stick out your tongue." I was afraid to do so but more fearful not to do so. I stuck out my tongue and she clamped a tool on it. It seemed similar to a clothespin. It held my tongue out of my mouth. It was extremely uncomfortable. I was gagging quite a bit. The dowel was back. She was piercing my tongue. Oh shit that hurt. She inserted a gold stud thru the pierced hole and placed a ball on the bottom stud. Now my tongue had a ball on both sides of it about a half inch inside my mouth.

She released the clamp from my tongue and I was able to let my tongue back inside my mouth.

This was the strangest feeling. A foreign object attached to my tongue inside my mouth. I wiggled my tongue around quite a bit trying to get used to this object.

Again this ornament was intriguing. It seemed as if I was being decorated as a sexual object. I already was without the decorations.

I was taken down from the crucifix. I had a hard time walking with the clitoris ring in place. Even my legs rubbing together were stimulation to my clitoral devices. I was climaxing at each step. I could never maintain this climactic pace and retain my sanity.

The visiting mistress was not finished. She hung a small bell from my clitoris ring and a larger bell from each nipple ring. I tinkled when I walked.

I was so enwrapped in my own torment that I had forgotten about the Russian's dilemma. She still lay over the spanking horse with the phalanx protruding from her anus. It had been disassembled from the harness. A thin trickle of blood seemed to be oozing out from around the phalanx.

I knew she was hurt. I asked if I could assist her. Permission was granted and I helped her dismount from the device. I helped her walk back to our quarters with the phalanx still imbedded in her anus.

The walk took a long time and I knew she was in pain. However I dared not remove the dildo. I was afraid she might hemorrhage.

I sought medical attention for her and surrendered her to the nurse who was available for the concubines' minor medical necessities. My bells were still tinkling as I was ordered to master Lum's bedchamber again.
He wanted to examine me. He was delighted with my nipple rings. He had me lie on the floor and raise my legs straight up so he could examine my labia rings and my clit ring. He gave a slight tug on my clit ring and I climaxed. He giggled like a little kid when that happened.

I walked around in a complete state of excitement. My body temperature had to be 2 degrees above normal although it felt 20 above. He asked me to stick out my tongue. I did and he smiled. He ordered me to my knees. He undid his trousers and told me to lick him.

I obediently complied. He squealed with delight as I licked up and down his penis. I imagine that was quite a sensation for the male organ to accept. I took him in my mouth and sucked hard. I tried to use my tongue as much as possible. I needed any edge I could get to win his affection over the other girls. He summonsed Soo Lin and told her that he was very pleased with my new jewelry and wanted some friends of his to see me.
He told her to arrange a trip for me to a friend of his is Beijing. I went back to my room with Soo Lin.

She took me to a special room that was stocked with civilian clothes and makeup and luggage. Mr. Lum sent girls on trips to his friends regularly. My visit was to be 3 days.

Soo Lin helped me select suitable garments for my trip. I was to go by railroad train. Soo Lin was to accompany me. I still was not proficient enough in Chinese to venture out into the population without escort. Probably not trusted enough either.

To Be Continued...