The Frenchman's Revenge

by Taylor Lee

  She was shaking with desire and cried out.

  “Yes, God, yes. Please, Bai. I need you now. I want you to fuck me, now!”

  “Where? Where do you want it? Tell me. Say it!” he commanded.

  “I want you…to fuck my pussy.”

  Growling, he rose to his knees and pulled her feet up to his shoulders. In one hard thrust, he drove his cock in her cunt, raising her hips high to reach that place deep inside that screamed to be touched. He held her at an angle and thrust in and out, withdrawing to her outer lips, then driving in to the hilt. She cried out his name, begging him not to stop, to come with her.

  She was so wet, so aroused; he could feel her orgasm rising up as soon as he entered her. Her pussy clenched, grasping at his cock in greedy hard sucks. He held her tight, murmuring, encouraging her higher and higher until she screamed, her keening cry filling the room as she broke apart, a shattering release flooding over her. Her hungry pussy stoked his lust and with a driving thrust he plunged up high in her cunt, his shouts joining with her ecstatic cries in a rapturous shared climax.

  They came again and again, long into the night, driving the hideousness of the last two days far from their thoughts. Instead they focused on their passion, their love, and the overwhelming joy they brought to one another. Hours later, he carried her across the courtyard to their bed. He went to the kitchen and begged Madam Chin to bring them a midnight snack. She complied, hiding her smile, pretending not to see his tousled hair, glazed eyes, and sweaty body.

  They drank wine from their vineyard and nibbled on elegant food, teasing each other by hiding pieces of fruit in outrageous places, then nibbling on the found treasures.

  Knowing that she was about to doze off, Bai asked the question that had been troubling him. He knew that he was possessive of her, perhaps to a fault. He didn’t deny it or try to hide it; it was beyond his control.

  “Elena, how did you know… where did you learn… to touch me the way you did…where you did?”

  She rose up off the pillow, surprised at his question, and then a wicked smile tugged at her lips.

  “Hmm. Let me think. Oh yes. Dr. Oleong taught me. Why do you ask?”

  Bai sat straight up, pushing her off of him and said with a growl, “What the hell do you mean, Oleong taught you? How? What did he do to you? What did you do to him?”

  “For God’s sake, Bai. I’m studying anatomy. He’s my professor. And, well, the more I read about prostates, the more intrigued I became. I decided I wanted to learn a little more on my own – outside of class. And seeing how you responded to my field research, I’m glad I did.”

  Thinking about the stern little five foot doctor with the enormous pot belly, and more hair in his nostrils than on his head, Bai couldn’t deny the ridiculousness of his concern. The beginning of a smile quirked his lips.

  Elena burst out laughing, tears running down her face.

  “Oh my God, Bai! Did you think Dr. Oleong …? Oh, yuck!”

  Bai grinned, then joined in Elena’s laughter.

  “Still, I don’t want you to touch any man’s ass except mine, do you understand?”

  “Darling, I’m studying to be a healer, not a temptress. If it bothers you, I will defer to my male colleagues when certain parts of our male patients need to be examined.”

  Bai was embarrassed at his request, but couldn’t bear the thought of Elena being intimate with another man, even in a professional setting.

  “My apologies, cherie. I know I am unreasonable, but…”

  “It’s all right, darling. As long as you let me explore you any way, anywhere I want. You can be my male laboratory, my living textbook. Agreed?”

  He grinned.

  “If what you did tonight is any example, cherie, all I can say is, have at it! I’m all yours.”

  Elena grinned back at him, then tossed her head with a sly smile, “So I can tell Dr. Oleong his ass is safe with me?”

  Bai growled. He jerked her nightgown over her hips and pulled her bare bottom across his lap.

  “His ass may be safe, but yours sure as hell isn’t, you naughty little tease!”

  The sounds of a hard smack followed by another blended with shrieks of pretend outrage and soon gave way to groans of pleasure and another round of heated lovemaking.

  ~~

  Chapter 14

  The next morning, Wyatt and Nianzu met with Bai to discuss their upcoming meeting with Jeng Ming.

  “You remember her, don’t you, Bai? She is that beautiful girl you spoke to at Madam Torrento’s – the one who could stare daggers through a steel plate? Christ, I thought for a minute she was going to refuse to help us get the girls out, but she came around,” Nianzu said, shaking his head at the memory.

  “I do remember her, Nianzu. She is a stunningly beautiful girl. I don’t know how she managed to maintain her composure, given what she has been through. It’s clear she is a survivor.”

  Wyatt took a cigar from the humidor on Bai’s desk and took his time lighting it.

  “Lei said that she was captured by Aldo Marcello and somehow escaped. God knows how she made it from New York to San Francisco. Apparently, Marcello had a whole team of men looking for her. They tracked her across the country and found her outside of Madam Torrento’s. That crazy asshole Marcello must have wanted her bad to go to all that trouble.”

  Nianzu said, “Elena told me the same thing, Wyatt, Elena’s convinced that Jeng Ming knows a lot about Aldo Marcello and can be a terrific resource for us. But Elena warned that she is closemouthed, guarded. She will respond to direct questions, but just barely.”

  He added with a sigh, “She is also extremely hostile to men.”

  Bai nodded, thinking about the beautiful girl and how best to crack through her protective shell, when there was a knock on the door. He looked up to see Elena and Lei in the doorway. Jeng Ming stood behind them, her face expressionless, her eyes pointedly staring at the floor.

  Bai stood and nodded to Elena and Lei.

  “Please, come in,” he said, as he walked to the door. He gave both Elena and Lei a kiss on the cheek and held out his hand to Jeng Ming.

  Jeng Ming looked up at him, then looked back down at the floor, refusing to shake his hand.

  Bai exchanged a look with Elena and Lei, motioning them to the chairs off to the side of his desk.

  “Elena, you and Lei can sit in those chairs. That way you can see Jeng Ming and she can see you.”

  He turned to Jeng Ming and said in Chinese, “I understand that you want Elena and Lei to stay with you while we talk, is that correct?”

  She looked up at him and her face hardened with anger. She hesitated and then said with a sneer, “You don’t have to speak Chinese to me. I am not one of the stupid sluts who can’t speak English.”

  Bai ignored her outburst. “I understand that you speak a number of languages. I do, as well. Which language would you like to use to tell me your story – English, French, Russian, Spanish, Chinese?”

  Jeng Ming looked up at him with a startled frown, as though she hadn’t agreed to tell him her story, and said sullenly, “English.”

  “Fine. My English is good, although as Elena will tell you, I do tend to lapse occasionally into French, which is my native language.”

  He motioned to the chair in front of his desk positioned between Nianzu and Wyatt. Bai knew Jeng Ming was antagonistic to men. He took the chance that while she might at first resist Nianzu and Wyatt’s presence she would be comforted that strong men surrounded her.

  “Please sit there. You met Nianzu the other night. Nianzu is my lieutenant. Governor McManus is Elena’s father, Lei’s husband, and my mentor and closest advisor.”

  Both men stood respectfully and nodded to Jeng Ming, but neither spoke.

  Jeng Ming looked up at them, then quickly looked back at the floor, refusing to move to the chair. Seeing her resistance, Bai waited for a minute to see if she would change her mind. He knew his biggest challenge was to win her trust. Onl
y then would she tell him her story. First he needed to establish boundaries.

  He stood quietly for a moment and then said, “Jeng Ming, please look at me.”

  She froze, then with a haughty toss of her head, she looked up and glared at him.

  He motioned again to the empty chair.

  “Please, sit down.”

  She hesitated and stared back down at the floor, indecision playing across her face. A full minute passed in silence.

  Bai’s voice was soft, but the underlying command was clear.

  “Jeng Ming, please sit down. NOW.”

  Without speaking, she moved to the chair and plunked down. Her body was rigid, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap.

  Bai walked back behind his desk to a tea service Madam Chin had brought for them.

  “Would you ladies like tea?” he asked with a pleasant smile. “No? How about brandy?”

  Wyatt grinned.

  “Now, that’s more like it, Bai.”

  Bai took out a tray of glasses and a decanter of brandy. He looked over to Lei and Elena, who demurred. Without asking, he poured four glasses of brandy and handed one to Wyatt and one to Nianzu, then with a smile pushed a glass in front of Jeng Ming. He sat down in his chair and raised his glass to her and nodded when she accepted the libation and took a sip.

  Bai took out a cigar and clipped the end with his wolf’s head clipper. He lit the cigar and drew on it. When it was burning steadily, he leaned back in his chair and nodded to Jeng Ming.

  “Tell me about Aldo Marcello.”

  Jeng Ming started, as though surprised at his direct question. She took a large swallow of brandy and asked derisively, “What do you want to know? How he kills people? Or how he fucks them?”

  Ignoring Elena and Lei’s audible gasps, Bai kept his steady gaze on Jeng Ming’s face.

  “I imagine there isn’t much difference between the two, yes?”

  Jeng Ming frowned, and for the first time Bai saw a flash of pain pierce the angry veil in her eyes. She looked at him for a moment, then stared down at her hands. After a long moment of silence, she spoke in a monotone.

  “He is an evil man, a cruel man. It is difficult to put in words the extent of his cruelty.”

  Bai asked, “Is his cruelty directed primarily to women?”

  She shook her head.

  “No, he is cruel to everyone. Even his most trusted men are afraid of him.”

  “Hmm, go on.”

  She hesitated and with a grimace said, “He never just kills a person. He tortures them first, in hideous ways.”

  She laughed a bitter laugh.

  “He is very creative. Screams excite him. I have watched him orgasm hearing the terrified screams of his victims. And he insists that he have an audience. He knows the best way to keep his sycophants in line is to terrify them, show them what will happen if they disobey him.”

  “I see.

  “Tell me what he does to women.”

  She snorted and guffawed.

  “He doesn’t ‘do’ anything to ‘women,’ only to girls, the younger the better. He only likes virgins. He despises whores. Says they are dirty, used. Most important, they aren’t afraid enough—at least at first.”

  She shuddered and was quiet for a moment. A shadow passed over her face.

  “There was one woman, a friend of mine, she was a whore. For some reason, he wanted her. She looked young. He tortured her so bad that she killed herself – drank a whole bottle of laudanum -- rather than go back to his bed.”

  Bai puffed on his cigar, waiting for her to continue.

  She was silent for several minutes. When she spoke it was almost a whisper.

  “The young girls, the virgins…he uses things, sticks and…instruments… pokers… to fuck them before he does. He says the little cunts are so stupid that they don’t know how to make their pussies wet for him. He laughs after he uses his instruments…says blood is as good a lubricant as anything.”

  Jeng Ming’s face tightened and Bai could see in her eyes that she was remembering the horrors she had witnessed. Shaking off the sick feeling welling up in his gut, he focused on the task ahead.

  He glanced at Wyatt and saw his imperceptible nod. Bai took a deep breath and kept his face and voice impassive.

  “What--besides you--does Aldo value?”

  Jeng Ming jerked in surprise but seeing Bai’s emotionless face, she hesitated then laughed--a harsh, mirthless sound.

  “His daughters.”

  “Hmm, really?”

  “Yes, and his four grandchildren.”

  “I see. How old are his daughters?”

  “The oldest is two years older than me. Her sister is a year older than I am.”

  Bai nodded. “And his grandchildren?”

  “They range between eight and two. There are two boys, two girls.”

  When she hesitated, Bai waited until she looked at him then holding her gaze, said, “Please continue.”

  She stared at him for a moment, then shrugged as though her revelation shouldn’t be a surprise.

  “All four of them bear a remarkable resemblance to their grandfather.”

  A hard scornful look crossed her face, She grinned at Bai, a sly ugly grin.

  “At least you won’t have to worry about jealous husbands.”

  Bai pushed down the rage he felt rising like bile in his throat. He puffed on his cigar, allowing the calming smoke to counter the anger washing over him.

  “Do you know where they are? The daughters? The grandchildren?”

  She sniffed dismissively.

  “Yes. I grew up with them. I was their playmate.”

  Bai kept his face and voice neutral. “How did you end up with Marcello?”

  Jeng Ming looked up at him. Only his compassion for her kept him from dropping his eyes when he saw the pain in hers. Her haughtiness, her anger, was gone. In its place was raw anguish. He held her gaze willing her to continue. It was the two of them now. She was looking at him as though she was clinging to him, a beacon of strength, sanity in an evil world.

  He nodded to her and said quietly, “I’m here, Jeng Ming.”

  She trembled and gripped the arms of her chair, her fingers white with strain. She took several deep breaths. With a sigh, she said, “I was born there.”

  A long moment passed. Her face was pale, her voice soft.

  “My mother…my mother was his whore. For many years. Before he went crazy, like he is now.”

  “Is your mother still there?”

  She shook her head and once again she was silent then said, “No.”

  Bai waited, letting his gaze surround her, as though he had his arms around her. His voice was gentle.

  “What happened to her? To your mother?’

  In a barely audible whisper, Jeng Ming said, “He killed her. Slit her throat. After he tied her up and made her watch him rape me…when I was eleven.”

  She looked down at her hands and held them tight, trying to stop them from shaking. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the grandfather clock that graced the far wall.

  Bai looked more closely at her features and exchanged a pained look with Wyatt. Choosing not to ask the obvious question, he asked instead a seeming non sequitur.

  “What are the daughters’ names?”

  Jeng Ming tossed her head dismissively with a harsh laugh. “He called one Mary; the other one Madonna.”

  “Hmm. What did he call you?”

  “Magdalene.”

  Ignoring the soft sobs he heard from both Lei and Elena, Bai pushed a piece of paper and a pen across the desk to Jeng Ming.

  “Are they all in the same place, the daughters and the children?”

  “No, he has four private residences that he uses to sequester them. He keeps them in different places and continually moves them from one place to the other. He never keeps all of them in the same place at one time.”

  Bai nodded and pointed to the paper.

  “Please writ
e down all four addresses.”

  While she was writing, Bai turned to Wyatt and Nianzu.

  “Who is the best one to handle this? Tom? Peter?”

  Wyatt responded.

  “Tom is the best person to oversee it. He has the resources and the people in place to complete the job.”

  Bai handed the addresses to Nianzu.

  “Send an urgent telegram to Tom with these addresses. Tell him I want the job done no later than eight p.m. tonight.”

  Nianzu was halfway to the door before Bai finished issuing his orders.

  Bai refilled his glass and raised the decanter of brandy to Jeng Ming and Wyatt; both nodded their assent. Without speaking, Elena came over to the desk and poured two glasses of brandy. She handed one to Lei, who took it with a grateful nod. Elena tossed her draft back with a quick swallow and refilled her glass.

  Bai sipped on his brandy and resisted lighting another cigar. Instead, he faced Jeng Ming without buffers. He spoke to her in a quiet, controlled voice.

  “Jeng Ming, I cannot take away the past. I cannot erase the horrors you have seen, the pain you have experienced. I can only tell you how much I admire and respect you. Your courage is equal to that of my most courageous battle hardened warriors. You have survived horrors that would have killed or crippled most people. But you survived and for that and so much more, I honor you.”

  He stood and bowed low to her. Wyatt, Lei, and Elena all stood and did the same. Jeng Ming was surprised. She looked from one to the other, then stood and returned their bow. She reached for the edge of the desk to steady herself and closed her eyes tightly, squeezing back tears that threatened to fall.

  Bai waited until she looked back at him and locked in on her gaze.

  “I will also tell you that Aldo Marcello will die a painful death. Soon. His death, as hideous as it will be, cannot take away what you have suffered or the evil he has done to you and others. It is the most we can do now.”

  Tears spilled down her cheeks. Bai ached, seeing the pain on her face. It was as though she had shed a thick layer of skin. She was like an injured snake capable only of roughing off lone chunks of skin at a time. Just the flash of hope in her eyes when she looked at Bai hinted at the rainbow coloration possible beneath. Instead of the hard, scornful woman who had walked in the room, she looked like what she was – a young girl who had been terribly wounded. Bai wanted her to know that for the first time, she didn’t have to face the world alone. He chose his words carefully.