TONG TRAGEDY

As a look-out Ting Li left a lot to be desired. Standing on the parapet of the wooden palisade that ringed the Tong camp, she was looking and listening in the wrong direction. A mistake at any time but especially at one in the morning. She stood near the hut of Princess Lu Ling, which was as it should be....but for the wrong reasons. Tonight the Princess was to mate with a captured Biker stud and Ting Li had a grandstand position. She stood tensed, pretty legs apart, her pigtail a dark line down her ivory back. Her almond eyes, lined in gold, were half-shut in pleasure and her white-glossed lips were wet and gently parted. While she held her spear negligently in her right hand, she was running her left over her hot little mound, rubbing the jade satin sarong so that it lifted up from just above her knees with every stroke of palm against pussy. From below came a steady schlurp as Lu Ling straddled and rode her stallion, coupled with the Princess's moaning whimpers of building delight. Truly, the Princess chose her studs well, this one was hung like a horse; she had seen him at his capture. He had a dick like a donkey,....A little saliva dribbled down the sentry's chin and then she was grabbed from behind, a hand tight over mouth and nose. She kicked her sleek legs and her small tits thrust out as she tried to breathe. Then her spear was snatched away and with a vicious crack its butt was rammed against her temple. That was the last she knew: the two Punk assassins who had silenced her lowered her into a sitting posture against the parapet. They both had spiky hair, one green [Dogbolt] the other purple [Chokechain]; multiple piercings studded ears, nose, lips, tongues and nipples. A spiked dog-collar circled their slender throats and all they wore was a pair of high-cut orange lycra tangas. Dogbolt gave an evil leer. 'Goodnight, kiddo!' and ran the spear blade all the way into Ting Li's left nipple. Her companion smirked, 'Bullseye, babe! An' to judge by the sound of cock in cunny down below, we've found our target for tonight.' 'Yeah, mate, too fuckin' easy this one. The Rastas'll pay us well for every pearl choker we bring back so take hers. An' the pretty Princess'll be worth the lot put together. So, down we go an' bring her night to a fittin' climax.' Chokechain undid the circlet of pure pearls from the dead sentry's throat taking in the stream of scarlet that ran from her sliced brown nipple. Then the two hitgirls moved down the stairs to the mating hut. Dogbolt now had her small crossbow at the ready as they approached the door of the hut. Chokechain held a length of knotted hide between her strong hands. The two Punks padded silently into the hut. About half a dozen coloured lanterns lit the room with a soft pink glow which enabled the killers to see the magnificent ivory-skinned body of the pigtailed princess, oiled and glistening, perfumed and luscious, heaving up and down on the jutting knob of her stud. He lay spreadeagled under her, surrendered totally to her magnificent beauty, her big, firm breasts, her flat sleek belly, her lissome legs clinging to his hips. He was grunting in a kind of incoherent delirium of lust while his mistress pleasured herself on his dick.She ran pearl-varnished finger nails up and down her flanks as she neared her own orgasm, moaning louder and louder as she speeded up the thrusts of her pelvis. The long wailing squeal which marked the pinnacle of her ecstasy was also her death-shriek: a crossbow bolt was buried up to its green feathers between her sexy shoulder blades and was lodged in her heart. The stud's grunts had ceased,too, as the knotted hide twisted expertly round his throat and swiftly choked out his life, leaving his eyes bulging in disbelief, his tongue thrust hard between his teeth and gasping lips. Lu Ling lolled over onto the mattress, her wet quim slipping off the massive erection. Dogbolt was loosening the triple necklace of pearls, admiring the gorgeous breasts and glistening parted lips of her prey. The rich perfume filled her brain with its erotic charge, her fingers stroked the erect brown nipples of Lu Ling's corpse, her own orange-painted lips were greedily fixed on the pearly white mouth of the Princess. Slowly she rubbed her bare knee against the dead slut's cunny, wet with her desire and already oozing the creamy viscous cum of her dead lover. Chokechain was caught up in lust as well: her tangas were rubbing on the dead face of the Biker stud, mocking his jutting tongue as she rotated her skinny hips. Her lips and studded tongue were thirstily licking the sleek semen from his cock with loud, abandoned slurpings. This sudden eruption of wild lust almost finished the two assassins. If the sentries on patrol had been any quieter they would have been trapped. As it was, the sentries were undone by their own personal desires for each other. They had stopped outside the hut and were listening to the slavering of Chokechain on the stud's erect tool.'Shit, Lu Ling's wild for it tonight,' giggled one,' she's practically eating his yard.' 'Uggh!' the other replied. 'All that greasy cockcream in your mouth, that thing between your legs! It makes me sick to listen to it.' 'It makes me hot to listen to it, Kai...and the camp's so quiet, y'know?' 'Oh fuck, I' m so raunchy for you, Chian! Hold me, baby, oh, feel me up, honey!' So it was that the Punk assassins were able to creep out and surprise the Tong babes as they embraced in the moonlight. Kai's long arms clung round Chian's slim neck as they French-kissed, her lovely left leg lifted up onto her lover's hip, her pretty toes pointing elegantly downwards. Chian's hand was on her lover's hairy snatch, her finger eager in its exploration. Five seconds later, each sentinel was having her lovely throat slit by the assassins' knives. Mouths rudely stifled, taken from behind, sharp steel drawn swiftly across taut windpipes, they stood no chance.The Punks held their victims under firm young breasts, their heads rolling uselessly, blood drooling from open mouths, and dragged them into the hut to join the other two bodies. Taking the pearl chokers was good business but lingering to strip the silk sarongs and touch up tender quims was a final error. They had become just too confident. The sensation, so sensuous, of the jade silk slipping off lovely legs was too overpowering and when the sound of running footsteps and approaching cries was heard, both the hitgirls were caught tongue-deep in hot, wet Tong pussy. 'Run for it, bitch! We got to get to the wall quick!' yelled Dogbolt. But with a posse of swift Tong archer-girls behind them they stood no real chance. They got up the stairs to the walkway when the first gold-feathered shafts whizzed by to stick quivering in the wooden stockade.'Down!' yelled Dogbolt. As they dived for the walkway she yelped as an arrow buried its barbed head in her white thigh. She rolled over to tug it out and bring her own bow into play. Beside her Chokechain was whining in pain, an arrow embedded in the small of her back. 'Oooooh, fuck! It hurts! It hurts!' she sobbed. 'Shut up!They'll get you if you yell like a stuck pig!' she snarled and turned to deal with the enemy below. First to go was the leader, waving her right arm to urge on her troops. A bolt was soon deep in her right tit and she was writhing in the dirt , arching her back in her agony. Then the Punk took an aiming archer in the navel and grinned to see her double up and stagger around, clawing at her ripped bare belly. Another shot took its victim in the throat just above her choker of pearls. She reeled back, flailing her arms, spluttering blood from her gasping mouth. As Dogbolt reached behind her for her last bolt an arrow took her with violent force , piercing her right shoulder, jutting out a bloody six inches from her back. 'Noooo!' she howled and instinctively lurched on to her knees. The perfect target she presented was soon riddled in a hail of feathered death.Thud! In her navel. Thud! in her rib-cage. Thud! Below the waistband of her orange tangas. Thud! Between her smooth perky tits. Thud! Straight through her throat. Thud! Finally, deep in the nipple of her left breast. She rolled round and sagged onto the walkway, her slender legs tucked under her body, dead before her green spiky hair hit the wooden planking, gazing up in astonished agony at the night sky, her blood dribbling steadily from her parted lips. The Tong warriors were soon up on the walkway. 'Both dead?' asked the officer in charge of the spearbabes. 'The green-haired cow couldn't be deader,' laughed an archer. The officer kicked the sweet buns of Chokechain as she lay still and prostrate. 'Nooo! Oh, please, please, no! I surrender....I surrender! I don't wanna die! I'll do anything you like...Oh,please, please!' she sobbed. In reply the officer tugged the barbed arrowhead from near her lower spine.'Ayeeee! Unnngh! Oh, shit! Oh, noooo!' she wailed in pain. 'Do you think the Tong will accept submission from the filth who killed their divine Princess Lu Ling? Your friend here was the lucky one, you piece of turd. Your ending will be long, lingering agony....I can promise you that now.' 'No! I ...I...I'll be your sex-slave....my body's yours....my pussy's yours....please, oh fuckin' hell, noooo!' begged the purple- haired Punk as her orange lycra tangas were roughly stripped from her slinky hips. The officer rolled her over with a slim bare foot and looked at the two studs piercing her wet labia. 'You like pain in tender places, shitass? I think we can meet your pleasures excellently.' Two Tong chicks dragged Chokechain onto her shivering and unsteady legs. They hoisted her up to sit on the stockade while the officer selected a spear, seven feet of ash shaft and nine inches of spear-head.The hitgirl's luscious legs were held wide open and the officer teased the brown button of her anus with the steel tip. 'Will this spot be tender enough, you sleazy litle slut? Or would you prefer your smelly cunt to take it?' she taunted.The Punk babe was past pleading now; she saw it was useless. Her sobs were loud and hysterical. 'Time to finish this. I'm tired of your cowardly snivels,' whispered the officer. The assassin's screams ripped through the night air as the spear was driven into her asshole and up through her unprotected tender guts. It ripped on through her right lung to burst out by her shoulder-blade, nine inches of blood- stained steel. Hide ropes were tied round her slender wrists and the impaled killer was suspended from the wooden parapet of the stockade, dangling naked in writhing, twisting agony of a pain that was indescribable and everywhere. Her heels drummed against the stockade; her head rolled and flung about in an effort to escape the torments that slashed through her naked loveliness. Scream after dreadful scream tore through the silence of the pre-dawn hours. By noon the next day Chokechain had long since stopped her screaming. Now she was drooling blood and saliva from her slack mouth, maundering and muttering in a fuzzed delirium of pain, heat and thirst. Her long slinky legs hung limp, streaked with with scarlet blood and the darker stains from her loosened bowels. Flies buzzed incessantly in clouds around her crotch and her back. They walked casually over her eyes and her sweat-slicked face, entered her dry, parched mouth, examining the silver stud in her lolling tongue, moving only when a last grunt of air told them that she was lifeless. The three single- stranded pearl chokers and the richer triple one placed around her throat said much for the incompetence of Tong sentry duties; adorning the blood-splashed nudity of the Punk assassin, they also said much about the ferocity of Tong revenge.