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KUNG FU NUNS
CHINA BLUE

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Kung Fu Nuns
Copyright © 1992 by Masquerade Books, Inc.
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First Masquerade Edition 1992

First printing July 1992

ISBN 1-56333-031-8

Cover Design by Steve Powell

Manufactured in the United States of America
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CHAPTER ONE

Eugenia Florette was just eighteen when she was sold into the Kee family to be forever known as Luen Sang-Yet Lai-Mat, Beautiful Birthday Present. An exquisite creature, half-Caucasian and half-Shanghainese, and just blossoming into womanhood, she had been given, as a toy would be given, to Kee Djung Pau, the eighty-two-year-old head of the Kee Clan, the most despised Black Family in all of Asia. They told her that her father, Christian, had parted with her willingly, for a vast sum of money, and then left Vietnam forever. This she refused to believe, instead choosing to fantasize that the older women in the Kee family, the Aunties, were lying. That handsome, suave Christian, whom she adored more than anybody else in the world, would return someday soon and take her away--back to Paris where she could continue her education at the Ecole de St. Marie and resume the life of a normal French high school girl. She accepted the fact that Christian must have been in dire straits to leave her behind and thought that the use of her moist, hot mouth and tight Mystic Place to please the mottled-toothed, cracked-lipped, thin-boned Cantonese elder that slept beside her was the least she could do to help her father out of a difficult situation.
She turned to look at the ancient gangster, sighed, and told herself, "It's not forever. Nothing is forever. Daddy will come for me!" She had been curious about sex before being sold to the Old Boss--school-girl curious, although all she knew of it was what she heard from the older students at her school. She was determined to experiment with someone young and attractive, giving herself totally. For now though, no matter how repulsive the Old Boss was, she found each encounter with him educational if not enriching. His body, though aged, had an earthy aroma that appealed to her, and, although he had a reputation as a sadist, he had treated her with extreme delicacy from the moment he first touched her Mystic Place.
Eugenia had thought of nothing but "le blowjobs" since the act was described to her by a younger classmate at the exclusive Ecole de St. Marie in Paris. She now learned the art because the Aunties forced her to practice pleasing the Old Boss through daily training using an ivory dildo. This replicated the Old Boss's Joy Stick in every detail except for the crook, as the artisan that carved it knew that Kee Djung Pau was extremely sensitive about the deformity.
When Eugenia started to take an avid interest in her lessons, the old Aunties, whom age had given wisdom to, were never quite sure if it was the threat of punishment or a true sexuality that made her approach the task at hand with enthusiasm. They began to treat her less as a slave and more as a member of the family and were pleased that she had the ability to quickly learn their sub-dialect of Cantonese which was unique only to the Kee family and their ancestral village. Still each time she applied tongue and mouth to the ivory dildo or mounted the stack of pillows that represented the Old Boss and grimly proceeded to do what she was supposed to do, the Aunties would bend over double and fight to keep themselves from being overcome by torrents of hysterical laughter. They were sure that the lessons were nothing more than form because the Old Boss could do nought but eat the olive. Their childish reactions to her efforts, which would destroy a weaker young woman than Eugenia, only caused her to try harder.
Old Lady Kee, Kee Djung Pau's principal wife, who had developed a liking for the young girl, barred all the Aunties who could not control themselves from the training room. She herself would sometimes enjoy a taste of the girl's Mystic Place, as well as showing her how to pleasure an Auntie's pussy, letting Eugenia practice on hers. She had Older Niece Kee see to it that further lessons were carried on in an atmosphere of serious intent. Older Niece Kee's motives were entirely altruistic. It was she who suggested an expensive birthday present for the Old Boss, and she who bore the greater portion of the purchase price. She also selected Eugenia from the hundreds of young virgins offered to the family because her son, Chuk Foo Kee, was next in line to succeed the Old Boss and she was tired of waiting for Kee Djung Pau to die. She thought, "If the old man actually tries to fuck her, he'll die trying and, if he doesn't, everyone will think he did because I'll poison him." Uncle Ma, Kee Djung Pau's closest relation, wasn't in the running. Educated at the Sorbonne, he was even more spineless than Chuk Foo Kee. In fact, Older Niece Kee had cause to bemoan her own son's education in the West--which she had once advocated wholeheartedly--when he himself took a shine to Beautiful Birthday Present.
Older Niece Kee and her son would have been minor figures in the clan if it weren't for the Old Boss's love of money and his constant refusal to part with any except for the enhancement of his own pleasures. Known as Big Crooked Staff in his younger days, he had more than a dozen official wives, many Aunties, and hundreds upon hundreds of casual relationships in the province. Since he never forgot to compensate the family of one of these romances--most of them bordering on the act of rape--his attention to one's daughter was somewhat welcome in that poverty-stricken area of Vietnam, although he was rather repulsive in appearance. He had no idea how many children he had sired--especially since the Kee family didn't count those born without Joy Sticks. Girl children had to be clothed and fed until they were ripe for plucking, at which point they would be wedded into other Black Families to cement temporary alliances. Unfortunately, since the Old Boss's daughters weren't noted for their good looks--tending to be exact replicas of him--they were taken only under duress. If husbands weren't found for them, they would be sold off into prostitution before they became too much of a burden on the family finances. Even then, the amount the family could expect for their Mystic Places didn't cover the cost of raising them to an age when they would be desirable as sex receptacles to men with hot Joy Sticks. In fact, in the time before the Old Boss, they were strangled at birth.
Men did count in the clan and the Old Boss managed to produce two fine sons in the Kee mold. That is, they were almost illiterate, totally self-centered, bloodthirsty, and extremely greedy. They were called Little Dick One and Little Dick Two. So named by Old Boss the only time he ever bothered to pay attention to them, which was shortly after their births when he removed their swaddling clothes to make sure they had Joy Sticks and the midwives weren't deceiving him.
They were both born when the Old Boss was along in years and sure that absolutely no one ever told him the truth. All the other Black Families in Southeast Asia watched the maturing of the two Little Dicks carefully. They hoped at least one of them would obtain some common sense along the road of life--enough to lead the Kee family into the twentieth century with a new persona. The Kees were considered the garbage of the Chinese underworld, and if the other Black Families could ever stop their petty squabbling and unite, the first thing they would do was wipe the despised family off the face of the earth.
Little Dick One and Little Dick Two grew up surprising no one. Exact replicas of the Old Boss, although they had different mothers, they left only two questions unanswered. The first was which one of the sons would kill the other to clear the way for his ascent to the head of the family; the second was how long the survivor would wait before doing away with the Old Boss if nature took too much time in taking its course. Fate wrote a different ending to the tale of Little Dick One and Little Dick Two.
The brothers, unhappy with their share of the family's earnings from those rackets traditionally accorded to the Kee family, decided to make a large amount of money quickly by getting into the heroin business and establishing their own supply route through Thailand to Burma--even though the Kee family, by agreement, was specifically forbidden from engaging in the yellow brick trade. Their practical intelligence fell short of their rapacity, and, in their father's mold and trusting no one, they both journeyed to Burma to palaver with Lim Tax Sing, the renegade ex-nationalist Chinese who controlled most of the trade.
Old General Lim was delighted. Never having any intention to sell them any yellow bricks in the first place because the reputation of the Kee family had preceded them, he immediately had them bound and incarcerated in a bamboo hut, duly dispatching a ransom demand to the Old Boss for two million U.S. dollars. The Old Boss, assuming that his sons thought like he did, came to the conclusion that whole situation was a scheme devised by the boys to extort money from him. He ignored General Lim's letter. He even ignored the second bit of correspondence which came along with a package containing two left ears. The third message was a bit more convincing. It was accompanied by two little fingers and a photo of the two Little Dicks sans the aforementioned body parts.
Old Boss would have written off the two Little Dicks completely if it weren't for kindly, aged Uncle Ma who convinced him that he might have a bit of trouble passing through the Seven Gates of Hell to heaven if he didn't leave an heir. Taking the phrase heir in the singular, he decided to be frugal and only ransom one of his sons as a million dollars was a lot of money and he could always make another baby. It took him so long to decide which one of the Little Dicks to rescue that General Lim grew bored with the whole game. Rather than continue with the expense of feeding the two Kees, he had them dispatched and sent their crooked Joy Sticks to their father noting that "they may be of some use in producing a grandchild, but I'm not fully aware of advances in Western medicine as Time magazine takes a long time to reach me here in Burma."
The incident changed Older Niece Kee's place in the household pecking order as it placed Chuk Foo Kee next in line for the bossdom, and her in control of the day-to-day operations of the family's many businesses. That is, it would have if Old Boss, then in his seventies, hadn't announced that he fully intended to produce another heir; he began to solicit young virgins from the province to assist in the undertaking. The other Aunties laughed at the idea--of course, not in his presence--but Older Niece Kee panicked. She took the train to Saigon to visit Dr. Simpson Lee, who trained in the West and had a cornucopia of modern drugs that would hasten the Old Boss's entrance through the First Gate of Hell and not leave a trace. The local, traditional practitioner would have provided the same services gladly if he had known who was being poisoned, but having had experience in such matters, Older Niece Kee knew that the homeopathic brand sometimes didn't work and, when it did, was usually quite obvious. She was not without enemies in the Kee family.
The Aunties purchased a strong, sturdy country girl for the Old Boss with wide hips that would have no trouble dropping a strong son. They needn't have gone to the expense. Although they gave the girl some training before her first night with the Old Boss, and even jumped in themselves to apply their talented tongues to the famed crooked Joy Stick, the member remained soft. It stayed that way even after they retained, at great expense, Hong Kong's famed Madame Hot and Moist Mouth, who legend said had once even managed to raise the Joy Stick of a corpse. It remained soft no matter how many portions of powdered rhinoceroses' horn or snake's blood the Old Boss consumed. Older Niece Kee smiled a secret smile and put away the drugs Dr. Simpson Lee had provided her with. The Old Boss resorted to eating olives marinated in the Mystic Places of his new acquisitions, although the leaders of the other Black Families claimed maliciously that he had iron rods implanted in the crooked shanks of his dead sons and used them on alternate nights in place of his own.
Kee Djung Pau had only intended to toy with her until she had relaxed enough to allow him to insert an olive into her chamber of delights. He would let it marinate for twenty-four hours before sucking it out of her--a ritual that was said to slowly steal the essence of her youth. It was all that the old gang boss could as his Joy Stick had not assumed the position of the Guardsman's-Spear-at-Full-Attention for several years.
She was tight and dry, nervous but not scared, when the Old Boss cackled and first applied his drooling lips to the entrance of her Mystic Place. As his tongue flickered against her clitoris, a whelp of joy escaped from his lips, and a bright gleam appeared in his eyes. He rose unsteadily from the side of the bed, stared down at his withered loins, and gasped. His Joy Stick was fully erect--erect as it hadn't been since he was in his teens. Eugenia, catching sight of his device, lost all thoughts of fear and giggled girlishly because the rod he possessed--thin but rather long for a Cantonese--had a decided crook in it. It appeared to her as having a mind of its own and wanting to proceed in two directions at once.
The Old Boss was so stupefied by the sight of his newly rejuvenated member that he froze in place, and, when the long-dormant tactile senses emanating from that organ reached his brain, he dared not move in fear that it would immediately revert to its usual flaccid state. Kee Djung Pau, usually a man of action, found himself, for the first time in his long life, completely at loss to what he should do next, lest the wrong decision rob him of the one thing that he desired more than anything else in the world--a usable erection.
It was the miraculous erection that occurred on the Old Boss's first night with Beautiful Birthday Present that completely destroyed the tranquil state that the Kee clan had fallen into during the last years of Old Boss's reign. Kee Djung Pau was so shocked by the occurrence that he had no idea what to do with it, but Eugenia immediately took matters into hand--actually into mouth. Kneeling before him in front of the group, she began to perform exactly as she had been taught, adding some personal prerogatives to the movement of her tongue and lips. They were all techniques she dreamed would be used on her first real boyfriend, yet here she was sucking the Joy Stick of a man more than six decades older than her.
She held the crooked shank in her soft, small hands and pulled it toward her open mouth, simultaneously bringing her mouth down on the Joy Stick. She slipped the head in, and then pulled in more of the shaft, until Old Boss's aged cock was deep inside her youthful mouth. He squealed with true delight as she sucked vigorously. Just when he thought the sensation would send him fast to the First Gate of Hell, she added the extra bonus of massaging his Golden Orbs, taking the scrotum sack into her hands and rubbing the two testicles against one another until the friction drove the Old Man wild.
The Old Boss was beginning to pump his male meat deep into the throat of his young whore, moving his flabby backside in unison with his gyrating hips. Beautiful Birthday Present continued sucking and fondling him with the grace of a true lover. She felt the juice of his desire begin to swell in his Golden Orbs, and was all set to capture the flavorful sex brew in her sweet mouth when the Old Boss began to pull away. He did not want to waste his hard-on or his Golden Orb juice.
Old Boss cackled, "Stop, stop!" in his particular dialect of Cantonese, which was even more unintelligible than the rest of the family's. He then regained his senses enough to realize that he not only wanted to make use of the mongrel virgin on her knees before him, but, more importantly, he wanted to display his refreshed Joy Stick to all of the Aunties in the household so that the world would know that he was still a man to be contended with. If, at that moment, he had unleashed his Golden Orbs into Eugenia's mouth, he would have been furious, blaming her for causing the loss of what he had worked so long to regain. But his Golden Orbs did not disgorge until he mounted her, deflowering her easily with his crooked, thin shaft.
Overcoming his initial excitement enough to get serious about fucking Eugenia, Old Boss took Eugenia's cherry with all the tenderness of a husband in love with his wife. He placed the girl upon his bed and gently parted her trim, creamy-fleshed thighs, looking lovingly into her Mystic Place as he prepared to claim his prize.