Preface
This tale, based on facts gleaned from diaries, court records, and journals, took
place in the remote New England region of Post-Colonial America. This was the early
1800's, a time when the practice of slavery was alive and well. In certain isolated
villages in this section of the country, religious zealotry was the order of the day as
was ignorance and fear.
Chinese slaves were a rarity, but a few had the misfortune of landing on these
shores. In this book, we follow two young China girls who find themselves enslaved to the
people of this region.
It is hoped that the reader will look beyond the more lurid aspects of this story
and come to an understanding of the cruelty that humankind is capable of when under the
yoke of superstitious fanaticism.
Chapter 1
The young Chinese girl stood nude before two housemaids, Florence and Beulah.
They'd taken her one scant garment from her, and now they were buckling a leather collar
around her neck, smirking at her predicament. Once the collar was fixed, Florence, the
taller of the two women, locked a short chain to it.
"You're going to be cornered, Hoi," she said to the China girl, "and a fine sight
you'll be."
"And you'll be just where you belong," Beulah said, reaching out and tweaking one
of the girl's dark nipples, "naked in a corner, kneeling with your little, brown rump on
display for not one but two gentlemen. Oh, yes, didn't I tell you? Vicar Barlow has a
guest this afternoon. Someone else will see you nude and cornered!"
Both women laughed. Florence was cinching the girl's wrists behind her back with a
leather belt, pulling it in extra notch, tight enough to cause her victim pain.
The Chinese girl winced as she shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other
on the thick, Persian rug. She knew she had to accept this treatment. She was a mere
serving girl with no rights.
"Well, we have some time on our hands before Vicar Barlow and his guest arrive,"
Beulah said, now that they had Hoi nude, collared and bound. "Let me see. How can we amuse
ourselves until they get here?"
"I have it!" Florence said, clapping her hands in glee. "Let's beat her crotch
until juices flow from it. When Vicar Barlow sees her arousal, he'll think the worst and
go even harder on her!"
Beulah was just as highly enthused over this idea as the other woman. Both of them
enjoyed tormenting Hoi. They viewed her with contempt. To their knowledge, Vicar Barlow
had rescued her from the sea, from a slave ship, and this made her nothing more than
something to be used.
"Let's get her down on floor," Florence was saying. "I can't wait to give her a
good cunt-flogging!"
These were women of murky desires, and Hoi's tawny, Oriental body fascinated them.
She was slender and pliant, her breasts smallish but firm, capped with thick, dark-brown
nipples. Her hair hung well below her shoulders, but her pubis was entirely smooth. Like
many Oriental teen-girls, she had no bodily hair.
They forced Hoi to lie on her back, her bound hands twisting beneath her. She
wormed about, gasping now, helpless in their clutches.
"Get a good grip on her ankles while I fetch Vicar Barlow's flogging strap,"
Florence was saying. "Her little cunt is in for it now!"
Beulah pulled a wooden, straightback chair up near Hoi's feet and grasped the
girl's ankles, spreading them well apart and pinioning them down to the ornate rug.
"Hold her fast," Florence said as she took up a stance near Hoi's shoulders, a
place where she could swing the strap up between the girl's slender thighs to land on the
pubis.
Hoi's eyes were wide with fright, her mouth open in a silent plea for mercy. How
helpless she felt. These two women had her bound and at their mercy. And they were about
to lash her most tender flesh!
Swack!
Swack!
Swack!
Florence strapped the smooth flesh-hillock with a joyful abandon, grinning as her
nude victim writhed beneath the leather! She would teach this foreign creature a thing or
two!
"Beat her good," Beulah laughed as Hoi's ankles yanked about. "Don't worry. I have
a good hold on her. She'll learn the ways of civilization. I'll wager this savage never
had a bath until we put her in a tub!"
Swack!
"Is that so, China girl?" Florence said as she laid on a particularly hard lick of
the strap. "Do you prefer to just run around naked and filthy?"
"It is not so," Hoi murmured through her heavy breathing. "In my home village, I
bathed each day."
But they paid her little attention. They were busy with gloating over her, taunting
her and enjoying her nude wriggling. Her breast-molds jiggled, the nipples swelling as her
bare buttocks jounced at the thick, luxurious rug.
After perhaps a dozen good swats, the leather strap forced sex fluids from Hoi's
pubic slit.
"We've done it!" Beulah cried. "Her pussy juice is leaking out. Let's get her into
the discipline corner quickly. The vicar and his guest will be here soon enough."
They dragged the trembling girl to her feet and marched her to a far corner of the
study. Here, they put her on her knees, facing into the intersection of two walls.
"Your rump between the heels of your feet, girl," Beulah was saying. "Bend
forward."
In this corner of the room, a heavy iron ring was affixed at a low point of the
walls juncture. Beulah fastened the end of the collar's chain to this ring with a padlock.
Thus, Hoi was cornered, kneeling with her head bowed, hands bound, her buttocks plumped
out as if she were asking to have them beaten!
"Just look," Florence said once they had the girl in place. "You can see her slutty
juices dripping! Vicar Barlow is sure to see and give her a punishment!"
Beulah laughed. "I would imagine that the hind end of this young scamp will be red
and sore before she's many hours older," she said. "But let's be off. I hear the vicar
approaching."
"Good bye, Hoi," Florence tossed over shoulder as they exited the room. "I hope you
enjoy your Sunday afternoon."
Locked into this pose of contrition, Hoi could do nothing but wait and wonder. She
heard heavy footfalls in the hall, and her keen ears told her that two men were
approaching. What would happen to her now? What might they do with her? Was her bottom to
be flogged! Or worse still, would she be given what Vicar termed a "punishment fucking?"
But the door was opening. She would learn her fate soon enough!
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