Rescue Ch. 02

"Pinch them, Li! Pull on them! Twist them! Hurt them! OH!"

Li twisted hard, telling me he wanted to hurt me; to punish me! I wanted it as well. I needed this pain to resolved the conflict raging in my mind.This was wrong! I should not be enjoying this! I am his sister and now he realized what a little whore I actually am!

Anger and need was displayed on Li's face, but he was also amazed that I didn't scream for him to stop. Instead, I cried out, begging for more, imploring him to do it harder, to punish his little slut, to make me his possession. Within seconds, I came, shuddering in orgasm on his cock. He felt the copious flow of my juices lubricate the tight tunnel that enveloped him that allowed me to move even faster against his turgid tool. I was fucking HIM now. He grasped my tits in his talon-like hands and squeezed, arching his own back and feeling his seed spawn into me like an exploding mineshaft, spewing its contents deep into my womb.

It felt as if my whole body had become jelly and I shuddered, hearing a long, keening scream that seemed to pierce me as my body shuddered in a wrenching spasm. I gave a guttural groan before falling and collapsing on top of my gasping brother.

"Chou?"

I roused as if making my way down a dark hallway.

"Chou?"

I followed the voice, recognizing it and wanting to move toward it, but I wasn't able to get her legs firmly on the ground. It was as if I had been drugged. Each step was a struggle...

"CHOU?"

My eyes fluttered opened and my brother was poised over me, a concerned look on his face. Blinking, I tried to remember what had happened.

"CHOU??"

My eyelids fluttered again and then re-opened as I suddenly remembered everything and smiled, hugging my brother/lover.

"Oh Chou! I am so sorry for hurting you!" cried my brother.

"Hurt me?" I said, still dazed.

"Yes! I am so sorry!"

I pushed myself up with shaky arms and rolled off his chest where I'd collapsed from rapturous exhaustion.

"You didn't' hurt me!" I told him softly.

"But, of course I did! I pinched you! I slapped you! I hurt you!"

"No... NOOOO! You didn't hurt me!"

"Are you sure?" he said, bending over me, his eyes huge with concern. I wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"No! You were wonderful!"

As we hugged, I stole looks at all the vents and windows. The observers were gone now.

"But Chou, I was mean to you! I hurt you! You mean... "

I simply looked at him, smiling.

"You mean you... "

I smiled even more, making my nose crinkle and my eyes become merry little slits.

"You LIKED it?"

I laughed and nodded, checking all the vents and windows again for observers and Li noticed.

"They are gone. They left after you collapsed and fainted."

"Good!" I said, and then slowly, haltingly explained why I liked what he did and what I had observed earlier.

Li was shocked to find out that he wasn't the only one that had access to American and European erotica. My best friend, Xiu Chien, was rather good at hacking into the State computer system and bringing up unauthorized pornography sites. We were much younger at the time, but the pictures and stories she printed out for us put all sorts of ideas into my head. I'd watched many American horror movies when I was with Xiu. Her brother worked for our Consulate in France and had smuggled back a VCR and movies to watch. My favorites had always been the ones where the girl was tied up and terrorized.

I remember thinking that I'd peed in my pants several times while we watched two films, one called "9 1/2 Weeks" and the other named "Basic Instinct." When I told Xiu about it, she giggled and told me about my sex and how it worked. That night, she rubbed it for me to "show" me what it did. I became wet, but not like when I watched the movies, so Xiu then blindfolded me and tied me up and I had three orgasms before she even touched me again!

When I told him of what I'd observed earlier in the cellar, my brother was quiet for a long time while he sat back, thinking. After what seemed like an eternity in contemplation, he roused himself and tossed some clothes to me.

"Show me this place!" he said as he dressed.

I led Li to the cellar stairs and we both noticed the flicker of candlelight through the small opening in the door. I stopped him, put my finger to my lips to indicate silence. Li nodded and together we crept down the stone stairwell.

We both peeked inside and saw the old woman whipping Chai Li, still bound to the doorframe. Suong was no longer bound to the table, but dangled limply from shackles embedded in the rough stone wall that held her arms over her head. The old man and the American sat at the table, no more than five feet away from Chou and Li, talking and exchanging money.

"This is great Chen! This tape will make a lot of money for you and me, buddy!"

The old man nodded and looked at the American for a long while.

"I hear a 'but' in your unspoken words."

"Yes," said the man, smiling, "Yes, you are truly a wise man! There is always a 'but!' Because there is something we can do to make this an extremely profitable venture instead of a mildly profitable one!"

"How profitable?"

"Very!" said the American. "Say, oh, about fifty thousand British Pounds!"

The old man's eyes widened and then narrowed.

"And what do we need to do to make this kind of money?"

The American pointed at the two girls, "How expendable are they?"

The old man didn't even flinch.

"They are sold already. I have made my deal!"

"You got fifty thou for them?"

"No," said the old man, "but I am honorable. They are spoken for."

The old man waited and, when the American wasn't forthcoming, asked, "What is it you had in mind?"

"How much do you know about the perverted American tastes in pornography?"

"I have heard some things."

"Ever heard of a snuff flick?"

The old mans eyes widened again. "You wish to tape me assassinating a woman?"

"Not assassinating them, but, you know... doing what you do down here... but just not stopping!

"NO!" cried the old man. "I won't!"

"Why not? I'll tell you what... maybe I can get seventy-five thou for it. That's more than you make in five years, old man! You can buy yourself a party hack with that kind of money.

"NO!"

"One hundred thou!"

"N-no!"

The American smiled, knowing that he had the old man wavering.

"Why not?"

"I don't have any other girls at this time!"

"Sure you do! What about the chick we just taped? She's a little hottie!"

"No!"

"OK... one hundred and fifty thou then."

"I-, I cannot!"

"One seventy five."

"What about her husband?"

The American shrugged. "We either dispose of him or snuff him in front of her. It'll make a good reaction shot."

"I," the old man got a far away look in his eyes.

"OK, look. I can make a lot of money off this in distribution, but there are many risks involved."

The old man finally came to a conclusion. "Two hundred and fifty thousand British Pounds."

The filmmaker grinned.

"In gold," the old man continued.

The Americans face fell for a moment. "That will be a little more difficult."

"In gold or it is no deal!"

"Gold, eh?" The filmmaker pondered a moment and then said, "OK. Deal!"

I felt Li stiffen against me for a moment before tugging at my hand. He pulled me quickly up the steps and down the hall. Instead of turning toward our rooms, though, he took the other hall into the living quarters of our hosts.

"Li! Where are you taking us?"

Li snorted, "They think we are unsophisticated, uncultured and brainless hicks like those two stupid girls they have trapped, Chou. They never expected that we'd do anything other that what we were told. I am neither brainless nor am I unsophisticated!"

Li grinned at me.

"I am, however, one nosy son of a bitch!"

"I guess it runs in the family!" I replied, making him laugh.

Walking up to a door, he turned the handle and pushed inward, entering a small office. He felt along a ledge in the bookcase and pulled a key down. Unlocking the desk, he opened a bottom drawer and pulled out a heavy canvas bag. Inside was a great deal of paper money. Li smiled, stood up and then looked me in the eye.

"We're getting out of here!" he stated flatly.

"When?"

"Tonight. Right now!"

"But Li, what about our stuff? And I'm tired! And what is a "snuff flick?"

"Chou," he said, a worried look playing across his face, "you don't want to know."

We went into the kitchen next and he began to pile things onto a table covered with a cloth. Most was food, but some items were cooking pots and utensils. He wrapped it all up and we stole our way outside.

"Come!" he told me.

"Where are we going?" I asked. "We are strangers here!"

"I've been stealing out of doors at night," he told me, "I've figured out where we are and how far it is to the border. If we hurry, we can get there before dawn!"

* * * * *

Chou held me as she sat on my lap finishing the story of her escape from Communist China.

"Li and I ran in spurts, darting in and out of the shadows and hiding every time a vehicle drove by. At that time of night the only vehicles on the road were military, police or the occasional chauffeured car driving home some drunken party hack from the home of his whore."

She shivered from the memory and pressed herself deeper into my chest as she continued.

"We made it to the border about an hour before dawn, but by then the alarm had been raised. Chen had called the police, saying that his house had been robbed by a young couple that he had been nice enough to put up and he had overheard we were going to try and cross the border. Li told me to observe the guards and their routines. We waited about a half hour and then made our move. He pushed me under first and then tried to shove our bundle under the fence. The pots made a sound and that alerted the guard. There was a gap of about 100 yards between the Chinese fence and the British one... I made it to the British side and was taken by two soldiers, but my brother only made it halfway across. They shot him four times before dragging him back!"

Chou began to cry softly in my arms as I held her. I cursed my stupid hormones for the hard on that was inappropriately forming as her naked sex brushed wetly against mine.

"The soldiers took half my money and they interrogated me for several days. They informed me later that my brother had died and said that the Chinese had put his body on display on their side of the fence. I didn't have the nerve to go see it and one soldier took pity on me when I was released. He and his wife allowed me to stay in his house and care for their children until I felt better."

"A few months later I decided it was time for me to leave. They were sorry to see me go, but they knew it would be impossible to stop me. It wasn't until I got into Hong Kong that I discovered how little money I actually had. I could barely afford to buy new clothing, let alone a ticket to the States! Instead, I ended up working in a bar as a waitress. Many sailors wanted to "take me home" and offered me good money, but I refused them all. Then Del showed up and was simply nice to me. He was in port for two weeks and each night he would show up at the bar and just talk to me."

"Eventually, he took me to dinner and asked me why I worked there. I told him my story and he didn't' say anything. Three nights later, he proposed smuggling me aboard and a week later we were out at sea. All I remember of that was I was very, very sick. When we got to Manila, he married me and we spent the night at the most luxurious hotel in the city. We made love, gently at first, and I had a mild orgasm. After he took time to recover, Del suddenly rolled over, pinned my arms down with his hands and 'took' me, biting my neck and breasts. I screamed and came harder."

"It sounds like you had fun!"

"Yes," she said wistfully, "Then he brought out the silk scarves! He'd remembered my fantasies from the movies I told you about. He was very sensuous about it as he first blindfolded me and then ran the rest of the scarves across my body before binding my arms and legs to the bed while telling me exactly what he was going to 'do' to me, how he was going to 'rape' me, take me for his pleasure!"

Chou shivered at the memory.

"I must have experienced seven or eight orgasms before he tied the last knot!" she told me. "And then, he entered me and I screamed with joy. His cock reminded me of Li's; not real wide, but long and hard! I kept cumming over and over again as he thrust into me, taking his bride, raping me on my wedding night, having his way with me!"

Chou turned to look at me. "Ray, I just kept cumming and cumming. I passed out four times that night and each time, when I awoke, he was still inside me, pumping away. Until I met you, I've never experienced anything like that!"

I smiled, "That's quite a compliment!"

She nodded.

"We spent the next three days like that. Then, he gave me a plane ticket to the States. A female friend of his-, or maybe it was his sister, I don't know... whoever she was, she met me at the gate, but she never quite liked me, I don't think."

"Anyway," said Chou, burying her head under my chin, "Del's ship got caught in that horrible typhoon and he never made it back to me. They wouldn't tell me exactly what happened and his family shunned me. That was just too much. I swore I'd never love anyone again and threw myself into making a new life here in the U.S."

"My God, Chou," I told her, "You've had it so rough! I wish there was something that I could do to ease your pain!"

"You have, Ray. And I want to ease yours as well!"

"Thank you, my love!" I told her, then gasped in amazement as I shook my head in wonder. "Wow, that is one incredible story!"

She just shrugged and held me tighter.

"But, there's something I don't understand."

"What's that?"

"Well," I replied, caressing her hair and then putting my finger under her chin to tilt her head up. "You said that you didn't understand what your husband, Del, had in his basement."

"I didn't," she replied, "I still don't. He said something about some 'BDSM' thing. I don't have the slightest idea of what he meant by that! Since he died, I've pretty much locked up my heart and my sexual needs."

"Um," I began, "BDSM is Bondage, Discipline, Sadism and Masochism."

"OH?" she replied, "I understand bondage and discipline, but what is this Sadism and Masochism?"

"Remember what you witnessed in the cellar?"

"Yes?"

"Well, your captors were Sadists. Those are people that get sexual pleasure out of inflicting emotional or physical pain. They're named for the Marquis de Sade, a French nobleman that was imprisoned for his writing and supposed sexual perversions. Masochism stems from the writings of Count Leopold von Sacher-Massoch, a German writer that explored the sensuous side of pain in one of his books."

"Then I am this 'masochist?'"

"Well, that may be too strong a term for it, though some folks around here might think otherwise," I told her. "To some other folks, BDsM stands for Bondage, Dominance, submission and Masochism. Sometimes it's referred to simply as Domination/submission or D/s. If I had to say you were anything, I'd say you were submissive."

"And you are a Dominant?"

I laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you could say so. I tend to hate labels though. I'd rather we both thought of ourselves as 'sensualists' if that's OK with you."

"But, you said that masochists derive sensual pleasure from being hurt, tortured or the need for punishment, correct?"

"Yes, I guess that's true."

"I see."

Chou stirred from beneath my chin, leaned back and looked me in the eye. "Make love to me again, please?"

I smiled at her, but her face retained its serious look.

"Can I ask you to do me one other favor?"

"Chou, right now I'd do anything for you!" I told her with all the tenderness and honesty I could muster.

"You promise?"

"I do!"

"Good," she told me, gazing deeply into my eyes, her almond-shaped ones glistening with pain, sadness and need.

"Make love to me then. Tie me up. Use me. Punish me!"

I looked at her, my mouth open in shock.

"But why?"

"Because I have been bad. I've closed my soul to love and spurned every potential lover until I found you. I hurt a lot of good men over the past ten years and most of them didn't deserve it. I need this release, Ray. I need you to force it out of me."

"Are you sure it's what you want?"

Chou hugged me tightly. "I've never been more sure in my life!" She hugged me again, kissing my chest.

"And Ray?"

"Yes?"

"This time, pinch my nipples harder. Hurt me. Make me cum until I pass out. Please?"

AUTHORS NOTE: Thank you to the almost 15,000 people that have read the first part of this series, "RESCUE" and to those that have voted on it. A special thanks goes to those of you that sent me feedback via email and previewed an earlier revision of this story. Your responses and suggestions were especially helpful and encouraging. It is the voting and feedback that continue to encourage me to write, not only erotica, but my mainstream stories as well!

Lastly, a huge load of thanks with lots of kisses and gropes go to Kat (a.k.a. Gelflet) who ponderously read my work prior to publication and gave it her "Sensuous Seal of Approval" and Cordelia, who was always quick with a word or a turn of phrase when I needed it and bugged her via IM. They are excellent storytellers of erotica in their own right and you should go read their works as well!

In "RESCUE, Part 3" we will learn more about Ray and his relationship with his late wife as well as finding out what happened to Chou once she came to America. Ray shows Chou how to appreciate nature as they not only explore the countryside around his property, but delve into how Chou can make herself one with nature as she blossoms in her sexuality and sensuality.

To cap it off, the "Rescue" part of the story continues as an injured and weakened black gentleman arrives at their door, pleading with them to go to the aid of his wife and daughter in their stranded and wrecked SUV.