Early the next morning, Myra had finally calmed down a bit. She was far from dozing off, let alone relaxing, but she decided to segain some strength for a situation where resistance would lead to some success.
When the Chinese woman had left her, she had screamed through her gag and thrashed in her bonds almost nonstop. Her shackles had turned out to be unyielding, but after a while, she had been able to wriggle off the cleave gag and to spit out the gagging wad. After some moments of yelling, a really fearsome Chines had shambled into the room. He was more than six feet high, muscular and bald. Myra had screamed and sweared at him, but he had just picked up the gag wad and had wrapped another cloth around it. Then, he had grabbed her scalp with a surprisingly quick move and held her head still. Myra had continued to scream, but he had thoroughly stuffed the now much bigger wad into her mouth until it nearly touched the back of her throat, making her retch. Over it, he had tied the tightly reknotted cleave gag and secured it with a leather belt he strapped so tight it cut into the corners of her mouth, although it was upholstered by the cloth tied under it. Myra had made gurgling sounds through this massive gag, but the man had just left the room again, leaving her alone for the next hours.
Now, her struggles let Myra quickly become out of breath and so, Myra had waited in enforced silence, thinking about who her captors were and what she could do to escape.
„They know my name and they have abducted me from my room! Does that mean that Miss Hooke works tohether with these criminals? Oh my god, she told me that my predecessor in number three has vanished without a trace!“
Myra knew hardly anything about the Chinese and she had no idea what they wanted to do with her? She vaguely knew that quite a number of prostitutes arrived from China each year and that the European men visited them, too. But she had never heard about such traficking the other way round.
Suddenly, the door opened.
„I hope you have calmed down a bit, Myra“, Madame Yini said.
Myra glanced angrily at her. Then, remembering something, she nodded slowly.
„Excellent. That means you will be given breakfast now. But please, do not try to speak or scream whilst you are ungagged, or you will be downgraded.“
Myra looked questioningly and Madame Yini smiled:
„Now, you are still receiving what we call the well treatment: you will be allowed to sleep in a bed, will be tied leniently and you will be given some fresh clothes. You are given one hour of privacy every morning and evening to use the bathroom and to wash yourself and only me will be allowed to see you naked.“
„Mmhhmmmph!“
„If you disobey the rules more than once or severly, you will get the normal treatment, meaning that we will keep you stark naked and all washing will be done by my men. Your bondage and your gags will be tighter and you will be allowed to go to the bathroom only for 30 minutes every day. One further disobedience and you will receive harsh treatment.“
Madame Yini waited for a moment to let her words work. Myra stared at her, too perplexed to even moan. The Chinese continued:
„There are some people, most of them are men, in my – business. Most of them believe in beating, druggging and the use of rape. We don`t appreciate any of this, but believe me, you won`t like to find out what harsh treatment is.“
Myra panted when she tried to calm down herself. She knew that she had the other woman make to believe that she was defeated, making her to lack in her precautions. Then, she could perhaps break free and run for the door.
She nodded and tried to look as if she had decided to obey. Madame Yini clapped her hands and the bald man brought a tray he positioned on the bed. on it, there were some small bowls with strange looking, but dliciously smelling food and a pot with green tea.
„This is the food you will get where you are going. So, you better get used to it. We will ungag you and release your left hand. You promise to behave?“
Again, Myra nodded and the man unbuckled the belt and removed the cleave gag. Then, he helped her to spit the huge wad out. Whilst Myra panted and licked her lips, he loosened her left wrist. Myra reached for the tea, but it was too hot to drink more than small sips.
„Maybe, you would like some water, too?“, Madame Yini asked, bending slightly over the girl.
Instead of an answer, Myra grabbed the tea cup and threw it into the Chinese woman`s face.
Madame Yini turned her face away reflexively and so, she was not seriously burnt by the hot liquid. The man grabbed Myra`s arm and tied her hand again before she could react. When she tried to scream, he clamped her mouth shut with his large hand. Madame Yini wiped the tea from her face and looked at Myra with a fierce smile.
„Now, you will learn what the difference between well and normal treatment is!“
Myra gurgled, stifled by the man`s hand, and tried to shake her head free, but this man was as strong as he looked. Madame Yini reached for the hemline of her kimono and lifted the skirtings over her knees, revealing a pair of nicely shaped legs, as white as porcellain. Myra stared in surprise when Madame Yini reached under the kimono and, careful not to reveal her thighs, slowly slid her white knickers down her legs. Then, she smoothed down her dress, picked up the knickers and let the flimsy silk through her fingers.
„This European underwear is really quite convenient, if you chose the finest silk. But please, see by yourself.“
She draped the garment over Myra`s face. The girl mmphed and tried to turn her head away, but the man kept her head in his iron grip. She could smell the perfume and, not as strong but clearly noticeable, the other woman`s scent. The silk slightly moved when Myra breathed heavily through her nose.
After a while, Madame Yini took the knickers away and went to a small cupboard where she rummaged for a while before coming back. All the time, the man kept his hand firmly over Myra`s mouth, ignoring her muffled screams and her attempts to bite him.
When Madame Yini came back, she was holding a rolled up silk bandage, a coil of rope and a pair of scissors. Then, she said:
„Since this was your first mistake, you will be punished less severely than usual.“
She took the knickers and balled them up in her hands. Myra tried to squirm, but the man suddenly squeezed her nose shut with his other hand. Unable to breath, Myra fought her bonds and thrashed like mad, trying to get some air into her lungs. But the man waited for an entire minute before he withdrew his hand from her mouth. Greedily, Myra tried to breathe in, but Madame Yini quickly stuffed the knickers inside. Though they were of fine silk, the wad was quite huge and so, the man grabbed Myra`s ears and held her head still whilst Madame Yini bent forward and slowly, but thoroughly stuffed the whole mass behind her teeth.
„Uuuhmmmmmm! Gghhhhmmmmmph! Hhhhrrrrrr!“
Myra desperately tried to fight getting gagged with another woman`s used underwear with her tongue, but Madame Yini worked the strange tasting fabric deeper and deeper into her mouth. When she could not get the packing any further, she took the bandage and began to wrap it around Myra`s head, between her open lips. She pulled the silk as tight as she could and she used the whole roll that had a length of some 30 feet. Then, she took the belt and buckled it tightly over the silk to secure the gag.
„Hhhrrrrmmmm! Mph!“
„So, that will keep you quiet till we will see for you in the evening. As I said, it was your first mistake and so, You will only have to suffer for twelve hours.“
„Mmmhmmmph! Nnnnnngggg!“
But Madame Yini once again ignored her. Instead, she reached for the scissors.
„Hold still, or you will stab yourself!“
slowly, she cut Myra`s nightgown open, starting between her large breasts and working downwards. Myra trembled and slightly squirmed, but did not dare to move too much. She blushed violently when Madame Yini reached her middle, revealing her dark thatch of pubic hair. When the whole nightgown was parted, the man yanked it away, leaving the embarrassed and squirming girl stark naked. Myra desperately tried to squeeze her thighs together to keep at least her pussy from view. Madame Yini said something to the man in Chinese and he took the rope and tied one end around Myra`s waist. The waist belt was snug, but not tight. Madame Yini took the end and the man went to the lower end of the bed and grabbed Myra`s knees.
„Mmmhhmmmph! Uuuhhhmmmm! Nnnnngggg! Nnnnggg! Mmmhhrrrrmmmm!“
Myra fought as much as her bonds allowed when the men bent her knees to the edge of the bed, forcing her crotch to open. Madame Yini took the rope belt, brought the knot to Myra`s back -and pulled the rope between the girl`s legs!
„Uuuhhhhmmmmmmmhhmmmmphh! Gghhrrrllllll! Hhhhrrrmmmmph!“
Myra mearly passed out from screaming when Madame Yini threaded the rope between her waist rope, just below the navel. Then, she handed it to the man who had let her go. He threw one end over a ceiling beam right above the bed and pulled. Myra fumed and squirmed as the rope tightened between her legs and finally her butt was lifted from the bed. The woman said something and he released the rope a bit before tying it off to the bed`s foot end. Now, the rope did not longer hurt, but Myra could not find a position in which it not pressed against her most intimate parts. It was not painful, but it irritated and embarrassed her.
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„That should keep you from feeling too bored whilst waiting for the evening. Maybe, you will even find some joy.“
Giggling, she left the naked, bound and gagged woman alone, followed by the man who had helped her in humiliating Myra without once showing a sign of emotion.
***
At that morning, both the owner of the „Pacific Restaurant“ and the editor of the „City Herald“ had to be angry about employees not coming to work. Andrea, Jody and Zenobia had all decided to take at least one day off to help Cheng in rescuing the Princess. Not only did this sound quite romantic, the fact that Cheng had promised to pay them the money they would not earn and had additionally told them that the golden coin was worth some 100 Dollars just sounded promising, too.
Of course, Cheng had not slept at the hostel, but he waited for them at the nearby public water pump. The three women arrived a bit late, for when they were about to leave, Miss Hooke had stopped them in the stairhouse.
„Ah, Miss Benson, Miss Smith, how good to see you! I just wanted to inform you that one of my tenants has left. Miss Donnell has obviously responded to an offer from a factory in Los Angeles. I am sorry to lose her, but on the other hand, number three is free now. So, if you like, each of you could have a room for her own, for just one Dollar a week.“
It would mean that from now on, Zenobia would have to sleep alone. On the other hand, it hurt almost physically to sleep in the same bed with Andrea, to see her geting undressed or to even see her combing her hair without a chance to become more than a friend. So, Zenobia, who was still in high spirits about her share of the golden coin, had agreed and decided to change in the evening.
Cheng awaited them, greeting them in an English with a strong fake accent:
„Ah, Amelican Missus! Please, follow me to Mistel Wong house!“
Then, when the had come close, he told them in his normal, fluent English that they should follow him to the house where Princess Jinjin and her maid were hiding. The building, being both the shop and living quarter for Mr. Wong and his family, was quite huge and wedged between two smaller houses, so it could only be entered through a small gate leading to the court. It was a fortress and Cheng could see three men with heavy bamboo sticks leaning by the entrance.
„As we have discussed yesterday, one of you must go inside and ask for a talk with the Princess. If I go, she will suspect that I belong to the kidnappers. But one of you will be able to persuade her to come with us and to hide somwhere wher she`s save. Have you decide whom you want to send?“
A bit reluctantly, Andrea raised her hand. After a heated discussion, the girls had just drawn twigs and Andrea had won – or lost. She was wearing a black skirt, her white blouse and a light blue jacket and had even put her hair into a bun to look as representative as possible. Andrea took a deep breath, then, she went inside the court, watched curiously by the guards.
None of the waiting group, not even Cheng, noticed the Chinese beggar who a few seconds later disappeared in a small lane.
In the court, some dozen men were carrying sacks or doing other work, but one man slightly bowed towards her and led her to an ornated wooden door. There, another servant in a purple Chinese dress told her in broke English to follow her upstairs. There, she knocked at a heavy door and after someone had answered from inside, she opened the door for her. Andrea stepped into an office that looked surprisingly European, compared to the way the rest of the house was designed. Behind a huge desk, a fat man was sitting. Beside him stood the Princess and her maid. Andrea smiled towards the girls and greeted, but none of them showed a reaction. Instead, the man began to speak:
„My servant told me you wanted to speak to my grand niece? After yesterday`s events, I sure want to know why.“
Andrea explained that they were coming from someone who would help Princess Jinjin to go to a save place, somewhere where whoever had tried to kidnap her, would not find her. When she had finished, the three others were talking to each other in Chinese. To Andrea`s ears, this sounded like a strange singson, but obviously they were quarreling about something. Then, the man raised circuitously and once again spoke:
„Miss, eh, Benson, you must agree that your story does not sound very convincing. Even more, it sounds as if you have been sent by the kidnappers to lure the Princess outside this house.“
Andrea was perplexed.
„Mr. Wong, I can assure you that this is absolutely wrong. Why should I have helped your daughter last evening if I had been a part of the attackers.“
Mr. Wong scratched his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a large silk handkerchief.
„That`s true, but I have to be sure. And ther is only one way to find out.“
The maid had stepped behind Andrea and grabbed her arms. She wanted to shake her off, but suddenly, the Chinese held her arms in a vice grip and she felt a heavy pain between her shoulder blades.
„Ouch, no, what – aahhh!“
Andrea squirmed and yelled from pain, but the maid just forced her down on her knees. When Andrea once again opened her mouth to scream, the man stuffed his handkerchief firmly between her lips.
„Oouuhhmmmph! Mmmhhmmph!“
She tried to shake his hands off and to spit the gag out, but he just grabbed her hair. When Andrea tried to rise or to move her arms, she felt an even greater pain in her spine.
„Ooouuhhhmmmpphhh!“
„You better don`t move, or Lien will break your back“, Princess Jinjin said matter-of-factly.
Meanwhile, the man had taken a long scarf from the desk. He pushed the wad that had come out of Andrea`s mouth a bit, firmly back in, wound the scarf three times tightly around her head, forcing it between her lips, and tied it off in her neck.
„Mmmhhhrrrrrr!“
„If you are telling the truth, my men soon will find out. But until then, you will stay here under my custody!“
Andrea once more tried to break free, but this time, the pain made her nearly pass out. So, she helplessly accepted that Mr. Wong, who had taken a coiled rope and a small knife from his drawer, bound her wrists behind her back and tied her ankles. Then, they carried her to one of the heavy chairs and forced her to sit, bending her arms over the backrest and tying them to one of the rear legs. Her bound ankles were fixed to one of the front legs. Andrea now could not rise or reach her ties, but the position was not very uncomfortable, though Mr. Wong had applied the knots quite tight.
All the time, the Princess had done nothing and just watched her granduncle and her maid binding and gagging Andrea. But now, she went over to the bound reporter, bent to her ear and hissed:
„If my uncle is wrong, I will apologize a thousand times. And, since you Americans are interested in money, you will be given 50 coins like the one we gave you yesterday. But, if it turns out that you are a part of the gang who wanted to kidnap me -“
She smiled and suddenly caressed Andreaàs chin, making her mew with uneasiness and to look at Jinjin with dismay:
„Well, if you are a criminal, you should know that we have been experts in slowly torturing people to death when America was not known to anyone and the Europeans were walking around dressed in animal hides and knocking each other on the heads with stones.
***
„So, that`s what I saw so far, Mr. Tyler. What are your next orders, Sir?“
Though the discussion was done in Chinese, only one of the two men was from China. The other one had lived in Hongkong for many years, but he was an Englishman. To be precise, Mr. Graham Tyler was an English spy.
A few weeks ago, he had overheard that several members of the former Taiping aristocracy were on the run to somewhere out of reach of the vengeful Quing dynasty. Rumour had it that among these was a pretty young Princess. A Princess still adored by her people. In other words, someone who could become an important figure in a game that would lead into the next rebellion in China.
Tyler did not just want to see the world burn. His intentions were brutal, but also rational: if the Chinese Empire had to endure yet another civil war, it would be weakened even more and the British Empire could rip yet another piece from the flesh of China. A few years ago, a war called the Second Opium War had led to the opening of more harbours for Europeans – to their conditions. If he, Graham Tyler, could pull some strings to get such a civil war started, he would end his days as Sir Graham, able to bathe in his gold.
However, until now his attempts had been without success. In Hongkong, he had failed to get the Princess into his hands and yesterday, his henchmen had behaved more than foolish by attacking the Princess in the streets. According to their reports, they had been more or less been beaten by a girl.
„At least, they are not lying“, he thought by himself.
However, what Bailong had just told him was quite promising. Obviously, the two women who had come and helped Princess Jinjin and her female bodyguard were standing in front of the house where the Princess was hiding and a friend of them had gone inside. Besides, Bailong reported, the three women had been talking to a Chinese man. Since Bailong only spoke a few words of English, he hadn`t been able to follow the conversation, but it seemed that the women were conspiring with someone from China.
„Well, Bailong, it seems that this might be of interest. Get back to Mr. Wong`s place and try to find out where these girls live.“
Now, Bailong smiled:
„Two of the others are already observing them. I ordered them to get one of these girls here to you for an interrogation as soon as possible.“
Now, Tyler smiled, too. Despite yesterday`s failure, he liked if his men were thinking by themselves and here, Bailong had anticipated an order he would have given himself.
„Good man. Maybe soon, when I am sitting in my mansion and everyone will have to call me Sir, you will be a very rich man, too.“
***
Since it would have looked suspicious if they hung around in front of the house for hours, Cheng and the women had separated soon after Andrea had went inside. Zenobia had hesitated, but Cheng had insisted on meeting at the cafe nearby Miss Hooke`s hostel in five hours.
„Miss Benson knows the way home. If we wait here, we might endanger her on her mission.“
What Cheng did not say was that he was quite sure that Andrea was in danger. He had intended to find out how serious Mr. Wong was about protecting his precious relative and so, he had decided to sacrifice one of the girls for that purpose.
Whilst Zenobia decided to go home immediately, Jody looked around in Chinatown, admiring the sometimes strange, but always interesting things offered in the streets and in the shops. She had come here before, and now, knowing that she would soon get some money, she decided to buy something nice for herself.
When Jody went through a narrow lane, a man suddenly materialized in front of her.
„Missus American Lady, you want buy nice silk?“
Being a tall woman of 5`10``, Jody was half a head taller than the man and she slightly bent down to ask him about some details. However, when she did so, something was pulled over her head from behind.
„He! Heehhmmmmmph!“
An arm was slung around her mouth and another pinned her arms to her sides. She felt that someone grabbed her feet and she was carried away. Jody screamed into the arm pressing on her lips and tried to flail and break free, but her captors dragged her to some place where they dumped her on the ground.
„Hhhmmmmmmph! Mmhhmmmmmphh!“
Jody increased her efforts when she felt someone pulling her skirt up.
„These bastards are going to rape me!“
However, they only tied her legs at the ankles and above and below her knees. Next, she felt that her arms were forced behind her back and tied at wrists and elbows. Again, she screamed, but could only utter muffled moans. The firm arm and the sack over her head cut off bearly all air and blindfolded her completely.
Without taking the sack from her eyes, they took the arm from her mouth, only to stuff some rags inside, filling it to the bursting. Before she could spit the packing out, the sack was pulled down over her shoulders and she felt thast some tight rope was wound around her head at mouth`s level, securing the blindfold and preventing her from freeing herself from the gag.
„Mmmhhhmmmmmm! Uuuhhmmmmmm! Hhhmmmmmphhh!“
Jody felt that her body was stretched and then, they were rolling her over and over. She soon felt that she was trapped by something rough and unyielding. She now was unable to move her body at all. They had obviously wrapped her into something.
One minute later, two Chinese labourers left a shed and walked down the crowded streets. They were carrying a large rolled carped over their shoulders. This carpet was large, some five yards long and three yards wide. The layers of stiff material cocoone the bound girl inside so tightly she could not make a move that could be noticed and the noise of the many traders and customers drowned all the sounds she could make through her mouthfilling gag.
***
Madame Yini`s tea house was not only a disguise for her less legal activities, it also was running well and added a respectable sum to her mothly income. And today, she had managed to by a great amount of the best Chinese tea for a very reasonable prize. In addition, a man who owed her 1000 Dollars had paid her at least 600 of it. So, Madame Yini was in an extremely good mood and tried to shorten the punishment for Myra for a few hours.
Shortly after noon, she entered the hidden room where the naked, bound and gagged girl was still squirming in her bonds. She was now covered in sweat and her eyes told the Chinese that she was more than just irritated by the tight rope between her legs that chaffed her soft flesh on every move she made.
The girl mewed when she approached, obviously exhausted, but still defiant. Madame Yini sat on the bed`s side and playfully pulled on the rope connecting th crotch rope to the ceiling.
„Mhhmmph! Nnnnggg!“, Myra moaned and arched her womb to minimize the pressure.
For a while, Madame Yini just teased her a bit, until she got bored and said with her trademark friendla and innocent smile:
„Myra, you may be glad to hear that I have decided to pardon you.“
„Mhhmmmmph?“
The other woman laughed heartily.
„Oh, not from being my guest or from becoming a slave, of course. But if you behave well, you can get back to well treatment. Do you agree?“
„Mmmmphh! Uuhhmmph!“
„This was a question, Myra! Answer it!“
Madame Yini`s voice now had a harsh undertone.
Myra nodded emphatically. She was disgusted by having the other womans used underwear in her mouth for hours now. The gag was not only stuffing her mouth to capacity, it also tasted vile and whenever she had to swallow, she almost gagged from revulsion and disgust.
The mean rope between her legs had been confusing her for the whole morning now and she had not been able to get used to the strange tingling at a place where no rope was supposed to be. Besides, she was hungry, thirsta, tired and had to pee badly. Myra would have done nearly everything to get some relief.
The Chinese loosened the cuff holding Myra`s left ankle from the post and tied it to her right ankle. Then, she opened the other cuff and released her legs from the bedframe. She then did a similar thing to Myra`s wrist ties. Now, the girl was still tied at her feet and with her hands in front of her. Myra wanted to reach for her gag, but Madame Yini told her that she would first get her to the bathroom.
She helped Myra to get up and assisted her when she hopped towards a little door nearby. Madame Yini pushed her inside the adjacent room and closed the door behind her. She now was in a little tiled room that was half filled by a tin bathtub. At one wall, there was a table with a shallow bowl and a mirror, on the other, a marble bench with a hole in it: a toilet.
Myra began working on her gag when she followed the call of nature. With shaky hands, she unbuckled the belt and began unwrapping the bandage from her mouth. Then, with a croak and followed by some coughing, she worked the sodden knickers from her mouth and threw them in the corner.
Now, relieved and able to think more clearly, Myra oppressed the urge to cry her lungs out and looked around for a possibility to escape. The room had no windows, only a small opening in the ceiling some two yards above her head. She looked around if she could find something elde that could help her. There were some towels, but no razor, no scissors and nothing else she could use as a weapon. The bowl was made of massive marble and just too heavy for her.
Being bound hand and foot, there was also no chance to run through the door and to reach the street before the woman or her henchman would get her. When she was still looking around in panic, a voice could be heard from outside:
„Get ready now, Myra!“
„Fuck off, you dirty bitch!“, the frustrated and outraged girl shouted back.
Instead of an answer, the door opened and the big man entered, followed by Madame Yini.
„It seems you haven`t learned your lesson yet“, she said with a sardonic smile.
***