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The Jade Pavilion Book II : The Rise of Li Chang

Chapter 46 A Sharp Needle and a Valiant Nipple

	Chapter 46   A Sharp Needle and a Valiant Nipple

	Qieu closed her soft brown eyes, took a deep breath and drew backward
slightly, as if by so doing she might delay, if only for an instant, the
breast-piercing pain of Richard's Chan's nipple corsage.  But the Lord of the
Scorpions was not to be denied. 

	Qieu expected a quick plunge of the needle through her tender  nipple,
but apparently Richard Chan had other ideas.  After teasing her love-bud briefly
with the sharp tip of the needle corsage, he held its keen point flush against
the delicate undercurve of Qieu's breast and pressed inward until she gasped in
pain.  Then he jabbed it firmly against the rounded outer contour of her breast,
as if he had an unerring instinct for exactly how hard he could stab her without
breaking the skin.

	Again and again Qieu felt the stabbing pressure of the needle against
her soft breastflesh, wincing in pain at its every application.  She noticed
that Chan was studying her reactions closely, occasionally nodding to himself as
if in satisfaction after a particular thrust evinced an usually pained response.

	"Miss Wu, you seem to be watching me watching you.  I have made a little
study over the years as to the location of the most sensitive nerve endings in a
woman's breast. I assure you that such researches have proved most helpful in my
work." Richard Chan's demeanor was that of an erudite professor who had sold his
soul to the devil's dungeon-master.   "If I ever publish my findings," he smiled
cynically, " I shall be sure to dedicate a chapter to you."

	"But you, no doubt," he continued, "like an amorous young Frenchwoman,
are anxious for your lover to affix your corsage. I shall not not keep you
waiting any longer."
	
 	Dao moved a step closer to get a better view as Richard Chan seized the
perfect roundness of Qieu's honey-gold breast in his left hand and used his
right to steer the sharp-tipped corsage in the direction of Qieu's sweat-sheened
breast.  The tall slender ganglord paused briefly to use the sleeve of his robe
to wipe the slippery moisture away, removing the last defenses of Qieu's elegant
out-thrusting love-bud.

	Dao felt his cock pulse with a fresh infusion of lust-blood as the
needle drew closer, closer, closer to its straining reddish-brown target.  But
when Chan pushed the tip of the needle against the side of Qieu' nipple, it was
not merely to test her nerve-endings as it had been before.  This time the
needle seemed to sense its exciting mission and it attacked Qieu's stiff
teardrop with energy.

	But whereas the silky-soft skin of Qieu's breasts would have been only
too easy to pierce, her defiant brown nugget fought the sharp intruder
valiantly, as if Qieu had summoned every last reserve of her will in defense of
the spunky little lust-button, and had offered herself in sacrifice to some
goddess of love or war in order to reinforce its delectable outer surface.

	Richard Chan enjoyed this pleasant dalliance, this miniature mano a mano
between the attacking needle and the defending nipple. He could, of course, have
ended the combat rather easily with a quick thrust of his wrist, but in sexual
matters he had found that slow seductions, and protracted love-making were
ultimately the most satisfying.  It was a lesson that he had long since learned
to apply to his erotic adventures in the forbidding cellars of the Black Pagoda
as well.

	The ruler of the Scorpions was not content merely to mediate the
desperate duel between needle and nipple however; he was also its catalyst, 
using just enough force to punish without quite piercing, thus enabling the
vicious little needle to continue to wage its insidous war of attrition against
Qieu's swollen nipple bud. 

	Qieu writhed in intolerable pain on the Kneeler as her valiant brown
crest resisted the impaling intruder for almost two minutes, but in the end 
taut quivering flesh was vanquished by sharp silver, as Richard Chan had known
it would be, and the needle opened a narrow passage halfway between the base of
Qieu's distended nugget and its quivering tip.

	Dao's cock throbbed with excitement at the sight of the tiny bead of
scarlet that formed at the point of invasion.  He had been rather impatiently
watching this unequal joust.  Had it been he wielding the needle, he would have
jammed the sharp instrument through Qieu's swollen nipple in the time it took
the pale blue vein visible beneath the soft skin of her upper breast to pulse. 
But even a journeyman like Dao was slowly coming to realize that the refined
techniques of Richard Chan offered an interesting contrast to the more
bloodthirsty methods of which Feng the Butcher had been the past master.
	
	 "Eaahhh!"  Qieu gasped as the pain of the invasive needle sent shudders
through her lovely breast, causing her to jerk violently at her confining
chains.

	"Be still, ma petite fleur," Richar Chan cautioned her.  "Unless you
wish to feel the sharpness of this needle plunging directly into your lovely
nipple, rather than through it." He touched the index finger of his left hand to
her right nipple and pressed firmly against its plucky tip, making his meaning
abundantly clear. 

	Dreading the thought of the needle plunging directly into her breast,
Qieu bit her lip and watched helplessly as the Lord of the Scorpions jabbed the
pin microscopically deeper into the side of her distended breast tip.  He seemed
to be in no hurry to complete this pleasurable undertaking, drawing out the
nipple piercing for agonizing seconds that seemed more like endless minutes to
the fair wife of Luk Yee.

	Though it seemed much longer to Qieu, it was only moments later that 
the encrimsoned silver point forced its way through the other side of Qieu's
proud lust-nugget, thereby enabling the underside of Qieu's brilliant red
hibiscus to properly embrace her equally praiseworthy left breast.



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