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TODAY'S FREE BONDAGE STORY |
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The character of, Fu Manchu was the creation of novelist Sax Rohmer in the early 20th century. He was an average, peaceable, Chinese until his family was wantonly and needlessly murdered during the Boxer Rebellion of 1900. He became the embodiment of the evil oriental genius engaging in the most terrible crimes against humanity imaginable, and unspeakable tortures.
This is a tale involving another inscrutable arch fiend, Fan Wooh. He has a fanatical hatred of ALL people, inspired by a betrayed childhood and debauched criminal parents. But he soon tired of the criminal aspects of what was now HIS empire. He discovered that murder, mayhem, drug dealing and such held little attraction for him..
He was obsessed with torture. He had witnessed the horrific torture of some of his kinsmen's enemies, and he became obsessed with it. He now lived for the inflicting of the most diabolical and savage tortures upon all races and cultures, but particularly those of the female gender. The horrific and continuous screams of women under vile and barbarous tortures aroused him to heights of ecstasy.
Some of his machinations and his descent further and further into this debauched and monstrous craft are described in this narrative. His fiendish and merciless methods will be described in explicit detail.
If vivid descriptions of vicious and inhuman tortures bother you. If uneven grammar or misspelling at times, (spell-check and proof reading doesn't always get 'em all) offends or mitigates enjoyment, further reading is not recommended. However if you enjoy the screaming of horribly tormented and tortured beings, (especially the feminine ones), and descriptions of the tortures and reactions of the victims,,,,,,,WELCOME!!!
By dint of this being fiction, liberty will be taken at times to place Fan Wooh in previous eras in order to use a setting in the dark past, present, or anywhere in-between. When doing so it is to be assumed his background matches present day circumstances, of being raised and being part of a band of scoundrels, dealing in drugs, contraband and any number of nefarious, illegitimate pursuits, the primary and most favored being torture for tortures sake.
To begin, the setting is mid 20th century China.
To further his own interests, (torture), he allied himself with the followers of Chairman Mao. Being a firm believer in the use of whatever means expedient to obtain his own ends, Mao was the ideal associate. There were always hordes of those unwilling to bow to the dictates of the all knowing and benevolent Chairman. Anyone voicing the slightest reluctance to accept his teachings as true, and therefore law, was suspect. Untold thousands, nay millions of unfortunates died screaming in his torture chambers as he attempted to extract information he and his followers suspected they may or may not have. No matter. Or in untold numbers, revenge for real or imagined slights or rejections of attention.
As the preeminent practitioner of his grisly craft Fan Woo is a valued member of Mao's entourage. It is acknowledged that anyone turned over to Fan Wooh will reveal whatever information is desired.
Even with his own dungeons fully occupied with females awaiting his heinous enjoyment, he would immediately turn his talents to those under suspicion by the powers that be.
We find Fan Wooh in one of the many chambers devoted exclusively for use by the official powers, in questioning the accused. They are located in an ancient castle, now referred to as "The Palace of Eternal Truth"..
His own torture chambers are located in the sub cellars beneath one of his numerous fortresses. The screams of his victims are for his enjoyment alone.
The interrogation chambers where he questions the regimes guests are located where the screams of those under interrogation are readily heard by outsiders. It is believed hearing the hideous screams of those inside will act as a restraint, on anyone hearing them.. those who unwisely entertain thoughts or acts contrary to the revolution. Screams, continuing hour after hour can be quite a convincing deterrent.
The subject in question, Tsu Ming, is the beautiful young wife of a local merchant, thought correctly, to be fomenting unrest amongst the local peasantry. He had wisely disappeared from his home and business when warned that he was under scrutiny. The local commissar of course wished to know his whereabouts. It was naturally supposed his delectable young wife knew where he was. And so she had been arrested and brought in to answer a few questions. Unfortunately for her she had no idea her husband had been involved in unapproved activities, nor had she any idea to where he had disappeared . Suffice to say she was not believed. Consequently she had been delivered to Fan Wooh, in order that the truth could be ascertained.
Uncommonly among most of her people she was tall of stature. Innocent and beautiful of face, she was a stunningly developed woman, with long silky jet black hair, full breasts, long svelte legs, and a delightfully fulsome derriere. Her skin was smooth as ivory and the same lustrous shade, blemish free it glistened with the sweat of her torture in the harsh glare of the lights in the darkened chamber.
Her preliminary questioning had begun some hours earlier. Her screams have been heard throughout the day. Passersby shuddered and hurried past the forbidding edifice from which her terrible screaming had gone on for hours. Fan Wooh's servants were very talented in wringing ear splitting screams from reluctant persons under question.
The screams rose in intensity at times. The wails and shrieks of unspeakable agony going on and on. This portion of the subjects ordeal was not really intended to elicit the information desired, in fact the question was not even asked. It was simply to give the one being interrogated a sample of what was to come if they foolishly persisted in withholding the information requested when it was finally revealed to the unfortunate.. In other words, torture for the sake of torture. For the entertainment and amusement of those inflicting it.
When Fan Wooh entered the torture chamber and caught sight of his prey he gasped at her flawless beauty. All HIS, to play with and ruthlessly enjoy her screams of agony as he subjected her to his fiendish depredations.
His minions were enjoying themselves beating her with bamboo sticks. She hung suspended from a 3 foot long bar hanging from the roof, her arms strapped to the ends. Her feet, some 12 inches off the floor were spread, and strapped to rings in the stone floor some 3-4 feet apart. Her spread eagled body was bathed in sweat which coursed down her lush body, dripping into a puddle beneath her.
Her entire body, front and rear was covered with welts and bruises from the beating being administered by two of the minions of Fan Wooh, one beating her front, the other her back.
Tsu Ming screamed and begged for mercy. She knew not why she had been brought to this horrible place and begged for an explanation. For the beating and pain to stop.
Fan Wooh raised a hand and the thugs ceased the cudgeling of the poor girl. He approached the shuddering woman and looked up at her still trembling body.
"Your husband is an enemy of the revolution and is plotting against it He was warned of his impending arrest and has fled. We wish to know where he is and his intentions. You will give us this information!"
"That cannot be true! My husband is a merchant and a faithful member of the party. He would never do such a thing."
"We know that to be untrue. He is plotting insurrection and has gone into hiding. You will tell us where he has gone and his plan for revolt."
"I know nothing of such affairs. I have no idea where he has gone. When I awoke yesterday morning he had disappeared. I do not believe he is plotting anything against the government."
"You lie Tsu Ming! You will tell us what we wish or today is as child's play compared to what I will do. Now tell me!"
"But sir I do not have what you wish."
Turning to one of his savants he says, "Get Chang!"
The lackey scurries off nodding and jabbering "is good,, is good, Chang fix her good."
Shortly the door to the chamber opens and a giant apparition enters. So huge he must stoop to get through the opening. He is dark brown with a head shaved but for a circle at the back of his enormous head from which a long braid hangs. His chest is bare and broad the muscles rippling. His arms are like tree trunks, the muscles bulging as he swings his arms. His thighs are as big around as a normal mans waist. On his ugly face a malevolent lustful leer as he looks the poor Tsu Ming up and down, licking his lips, revealing crooked yellow teeth.
Tsu Ming's eyes bulge in horror at the brutish phantasm approaching her.
"Chang, this is Tsu Ming, she claims she does not know where her husband has flown to. I believe she does. In any case she will not reveal this information. I would like you to help her change her mind."
"It will be a pleasure Master. Are there any limits as to what I may do?"
"None. Just so long as she screams loudly, and offers entertainment."
"I see your friends have been at work with those clumsy rods. I think what she needs is something far more slender and flexible."
Chang goes to the wall and grasps a thin, flexible bamboo cane, swishing it back and forth. Tsu Ming watches, her eyes bulging in terror.
"I ask you once more,,,,where is your traitorous husband! Tell me or you will suffer pain you cannot imagine!"
Tsu Ming's voice quavers as she denies knowing where her husband has fled.
Fan Wooh nods to Chang.
Chang stands to one side and a bit to her rear. Swinging the cane with his formidable strength he places a lash across her firm bottom globes. Tsu Ming screams and twists. Chang strikes again, laying the wicked instrument across her cheeks again.
Again and again Chang slashes Tsu Ming's buttocks, and slowly working his way down onto the backs of her thighs. Whipping her tender flesh from the backs of her knees to her tender cheeks.
Tsu Ming is shrieking at the top of her lungs as Chang whips her body, red welts crisscrossing her tormented flesh.
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Her slender frame shakes and twists in agony, her screams bounding from the stone walls..To those on the street outside it sounds as if they are tearing an animal to shreds, the shrieking goes on and on.
"YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Chang moves in front of Tsu Ming. She gazes down at her torturer, weeping and begging for mercy. Chang merely grins and lashes out with the instrument of torture, slashing across her spread body. He whips her inner thighs from knee to crotch, her slender waist and abdomen. He pauses and looks at the magnificent globes upon her chest. Tsu Ming sees his gaze and shakes her head.
"NOOO!!! NOOO!!! You cannot, please,,,, NOOOO!!!!!"
Taking careful aim Chang draws back his
bulging arm and slashes a blow across those proud mounds. Tsu Ming's screams raises the hair on the necks of persons passing in the street.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHAAA"
Chang raises his arm and lashes again across her breasts. Instead of the broad bruises of the heavy rods used earlier, the cane leaves narrow cutting striations on the once flawless skin. Tsu Ming screams and thrashes as her breasts are viciously thrashed. A particularly well aimed blow cuts directly across both her nipples. Her mouth is stretched wide as she howls and shrieks, her screams echoing into the street outside.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
Her head twists from side to side flinging droplets of water from her soaked hair.
Her breasts heave and shake as Tsu Ming screams as each demonic lash of the cane cuts her lacerated globes. She strains and thrashes against her bindings, the muscles of her arms and legs ripple in convulsive contractions as she strains against the bindings. The whipping goes on and on.
Chang whips Tsu Ming for nearly an hour, moving from front to back, side to side. Always returning to rain blow after blow upon her luscious mounds of femininity. The screams are constant, Tsu Ming pleads and begs for mercy.
"PLEASE!!! Anything! I'll do anything you wish! Just STOP!! PLEASE!! NO MORE!!"
Fan Wooh holds up his hand and Chang ceases his beating. Tsu Ming quivers and shakes in unbearable agony, hanging naked and exposed.
"Are you ready to tell us where your miserable husband has gone?"
"I do not know the information you desire sir."
Fan Wooh nods to Chang. Chang slashes the infernal cane across Tsu Ming's breasts again.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHA!!!!!!!"
Chang continues lashing Tsu Ming another 20 minutes. Her screams are unending, her body convulses and shudders as she writhes under the torture..
"Take her down! Let us treat her to something different. Maybe that will change her mind."
As she is lowered to the floor Tsu Ming collapses into a heap on the cold hard stone.
Chang has them drag her to a pair of stout posts imbedded into the floor. They are finished in shining red lacquer, carved intricately with dragons, gilded in gold. A substantial crosspiece, finished and painted in similar fashion spans between the posts some 5 feet from the floor. |
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